#or why im talking about Trager

[lordrandreaming]

Damb... Outlast brainrot commin to get me from 2017

I HATE horror games and yet this one I've played all the way through + Whistleblower. And I want to play it again. What is WRONG with me.

(Literally I am such a wuss and then I encounter Chris Walker and I am annoyed LMAO)

[ravennaortiz]

Okay I've got one more for Kozik. I'm working on making requests for all the guys again. So this time for Kozik I've got some ideas.

Prompts:

39. Blank, is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! So I'm thinking for this one that Tig is her brother.

7. Stay away from my sister.

20. Why?

33. Are you blushing?

17. I love you.

19. Let's get married.

Another round for the guys? Yay!!! Okay so this is perfect and Tig as the brother is chefs kiss!!

As always my stories are 18+

Tag List: @keyweegirlie @meera10 @mama-mischief @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @youngadult9016 @littlefrogbrain @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog

Welcome Home

"I know Hap. I fucked up" you stated as you sighed heavily as the last few minutes played back in your mind. "You don't need to keep giving me that look" you added as you met his gaze.

Happy was silent as he chewed on the toothpick in his mouth. The volatile homecoming had been expected but he hadn't thought you would be the reason. Truth be told he was more annoyed with himself for not realizing you and Kozik had a thing going on. If he had he sure as hell would have deterred that given Tig and Koziks history.

"I ain't mad. Just trying to figure out how you got away with this stunt for so long" replied Happy as he took a sip of his beer. "Seems to me you were never going to come back to Charming. I don't know what is worse for your brother. That fact cause I'm sure he has realized that or the fact his baby sister is bedding his mortal enemy"

You snorted as you rolled your eyes at Happys last statement. "I think mortal enemy is a bit dramatic for a feud over whose fault it was that Missy got out and was never found."

"What about coming back?' inquired Happy after a couple minutes of silence. He knew you had heard him the first time because you had stiffened on the stool. Your had purposefully not answered.

"Wasn't sure I would be welcomed home after all I did" you replied quietly. "Not that it matters now, because Kozik isn't gonna want anything further to do with me" you added dejectedly as you looked away. Tears stinging your eyes as you thought of the look of betrayal and Koziks words before Tig punched him in the jaw. -Tig Trager is your brother? Why would you not have mentioned that too me?-

Outside

"Stay away from my baby sister after today" growled Tig as he lay panting on his back in the ring.

"Why? Afraid I'll loose her like you lost Missy all those years ago?" snapped Kozik as he knelt next to Tig as he caught his breath.

Tig gritted his teeth as he sat up before glaring at Kozik. "We aren't talking about Missy, who you lost by the way, but my baby sister who deserves so much better"

Kozik rolled his eyes. "Stop calling her your baby sister. You are making me feel like a creep. You didn't even know we had been together until today so seems like you don't really care. I'm also not giving up the best relationship of my life because the woman I love and was going to propose to today has an asshole for a brother"

"What did you say?" demanded Tig as he looked at Kozik whose cheeks were flushed as he looked away as he stood up off the mat. "Are you blushing man?" laughed Tig as he stood up too.

Kozik sighed as he made his way out of the mat to where his kutte lay. "Got her this ring four months ago. Haven't had the courage to as her because you are right she deserves better. All I am is a former addict turned outlaw biker. What she sees in me I have no idea. But I know I love her and that she owns my heart, mind, body and soul.

Tig was silent before turning his gaze over Koziks shoulder and meeting his sisters shocked gaze. "Not happy about the lies but I'll figure it out.

Kozik turned and his eyes widened as he caught sight of you. He hadn't heard you approach and he gulped as your eyes went from his to the ring box in his hands.

"I love you Kozik. Lets get married" you stated before pulling him in for a kiss.

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[sn4pozu]

how Richard Trager uses Instagram (yes, he would use Instagram):

this is Pre-Engine Rick because realistically post-engine Rick would have other things to worry about besides instagram

30 stories a day, from dawn till dawn again this man is addicted to the layout

doesn't use stickers because hes a grown man BUT HE DOES HAVE A BITMOJI THAT HE USES RELIGIOUSLY

its half office reels, half food pics, and a quarter just rants

overuses tags to hell, even randomly mid sentence , example: "#Amazing day today at @MurkoffOfficial ! this #Work ain't doin itself 📋💻👍🏻 #Workday #Monday #Officeday #ADayInMyLife #Job"

sometimes thinks that Murkoff should totally have a social media account, he knows its dumb but he cant help wanting more followers 😔

"Suns out guns out! #Sunday with my bud @JeremyBlaireOfficial" and its a picture of them in a golf cart holding champagne (not gay, just besties)

Not to sneak in my RickJer agenda but in my minds eye they signed eachothers golf clubs

tags the location if he could he would

username is something obnoxious like 'RichardTragerOfficial' like nobody know u lil bro 😭😭😭

buys likes and followers to feed his ego

4k followers thats like 85% bots

" @McDonaldsOffical Never fails 😂😂😂 #hangovermeal #NoRegrets" and its a fish fillet with the most inhuman bite you've ever seen taken out of it

WOULD POST A SWEATY GYM MAT AND TAG THE GYM AND IT'D HAVE A DUMB CAPTION LIKE "Workout Wednesdays! 🏋🏼‍♂️💪#Wednesday #Gym #Exercise #GymPic #Muscles" HE LACKS SELF AWARENESS DONT LAUGH

would 'ironically' comment "Hot! 🔥🔥🔥" on a mans gym pic and would slutshame a womans gym butt pic

"he hurts every woman hes ever met because his true soulmate is a man" - Sock-rates

he would unironically use hashtags in a sentence for fun, also urges Jer to be more active on Instagram

imagine the most white grown man, now add curly blonde hair, uhuh now give him a gay sweater, now make him homophobic & gay, yep .thats him officer

HAS gotten scammed on instagram, he threathened legal action and got his money back and deleted their account after a week tho

weekday streaks exist to him, no hes not a middle schooler hes actually 30

look at me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't make fun of feminism in the comments section of those LibzDunked accounts

his Close Friends stories are just aftermaths after nights out, its either him drunk posting or filming himself talking to the camera about his hangover

its just Jer and a few other friends but it has the same intimacy of homosexuality

theres one video where hes drunk and actually tripped and fell so comically its been 7 months and Jer still makes fun of him for it (laughs along but actually hates it like viscerally)

he has 3 phones, both iphones and one is a samsung flip (he wanted the hype), a work phone, home phone, and his normal phone, why does he need so much? why is he not robbed yet? we will never know....

replies to those awareness posts about war in the middle east and goes like "damn.. thats unfortunate 💔 hearts goes out to them 🙏 @Chriswalker89"

most menacing instagram white man, cyberbullies as a past time and has 5 alts just focused on Harrassment+ Stalking people

he'd doxx which hospital your mother is staying in with no shame

"If you don't take that back I'm injecting your mothers spine with brain eating parasites" and he means that for real

would post corny atheist memes & misinformation

induces paranoia as a hobby "Yes ma'am i am a licensed doctor vaccines Do cause autism" as a treat

he fucks around too much one day his main gets suspended and he calls Instagram customer services

if you wouldn't think he'd try to hook up with an instagram influencer you are a liar

weekly self-help book recommendations that he doesn't read and actually just gets payed 7$ per link

im not saying he would make an alt to just hype up his own photos but he would.....do that.....

also gets blackmailed his own dick pic but whatever that was in the past

on a side note Jeremy does have a year old instagram account that only has 2 pictures (both just bar pics of him posing with a glass of wine like an idiot) and his entire Tagged section is just RICHARD TAGGING HIM IN ANYTHING

[outlustings]

okay OKAY im so excited. i'd like to request a n/s/f/w scene between Frank Manera or Trager (your pick!) and an afab reader who's a dangerous inmate. reader might not be as big of a threat as them but is still pretty f*cked up 🔪

also i love your works and how you write for so many characters so well hmrgnnrbdgs [sends you bitcoins]

(did both of em because idk what i'm actually doing also like uhh this is kind of nasty. let me know if you want something different because lol what is this.

sub-ish trager and frank and like uh riding and face riding and period sex and exhibitionism and violence and fucked up stuff and you know what? i just went buck wild with this and i hate it, it's stupid. anyways send me money.)

×

RICHARD TRAGER

The fluorescent light of the observation cell buzzed its dull tune as you braced your knees on the slippery linoleum, head thrumming, blood spilling from your busted lip onto his chest as you clawed at his bare chest.

This new experiment - you could get used to all this. It was so much better than the solitude of your cell and only your own fingers to entertain yourself. You didn't even care if they watched. They watched you all the time, pumped you full of so many hormones that you couldn't even function properly, watched you writhe against your restraints as your body begged for release. Even the slightest touch of a rubber glove, a slap to your face made you cum. They liked it. And they increased your dosage. They increased your hormone therapy until you were screaming in your cell, muttering curses as you humped against the cold metal of the bars like a fucking animal. Humiliating. You could smell and taste blood and with every day that dragged by, you wanted more. More.

Maybe it was mercy, maybe it was morbid curiosity, but they dragged you into a cell with some guy, told him to do whatever he pleased. Idiots, all of them - it was not about what that scrawny smartass would do to you, it was about whatever you pleased. And you took him. You took ol' Rick Trager from research and development, wrestled him to the ground and fucked him. Wildly.

You felt his hard cock against your thigh, thought how his dick felt so much silkier than the rest of his skin.

"You know they're watching us, right?" he grunted against you, tongue hot and wet against the dirt on your skin, slippery ans needy as he gave sloppy kisses to your neck, "Why don't you give them a show, sweetheart?"

He licked the shell of your ear, obscenely, and you shuddered on top of him, involuntarily grinding your exposed cunt down on him, torn fabric rustling as he groped your hips. He wouldn't go down without a fight. You heard him chuckle against you, felt the reverberations of his voice against your tender, sweaty flesh.

"I'll be surprised if it works," you grinned as you gripped his cock.

"What do you mean?" he hissed, watching your fingers wrap around his shaft.

"Your dick."

"What?"

You thumbed the slit of the swollen head, massaging his cock with twisty motions as you worked him to full hardness. So easy, like a routine. He must've been desperate too, bucking up into you as you stroked him.

He laughed bitterly.

"Right, well, I assure you I'm all good. Whatever, let me show you -..."

He snaked his hand to grope at you, but you snatched his wrist, pushing it away with a mischievous grin.

"You talk too much," you shook your head, "Shut up and let me fuck you."

He cocked his eyebrow, snorting at you.

"Look at you," he smiled, resting his head against the tiles, his lips quivering ever so slightly as you watched a bead of sweat roll down his temple and into his hair, "You talk like a professional. I could see you've done this before, you freak. Disgusting, aren't you?"

You shoved your fingers inside his mouth, slid them past his parted lips and hooked them down against his lower teeth, gripping his chin. His tongue flexed against your fingers as he let out a groan.

"I could tear your chin from your skull like this," you pressed your fingers against the underside of his tongue, watched his eyes glisten, "Just pull a little bit - like this," you tugged gently at his mandible, heard his shallow breathing quicken, "Clean off. Just like that. Then I'd ride your face afterwards."

"Disgus-hing, hat-s enouhh," he mumbled around your fingers, but his eyes lit up. You positioned yourself on his cock, hovering above him, biting your lip as the bulbous head slid against your slickness, up and down as he watched you adoringly as you slipped your hand from his mouth and to his throat.

He too, liked the taste of blood.

You slid down on his shaft, moaning at the stretch as your entire body shook with the release of your painful anticipation - fuck, how well he filled you, it was unreal.

You choked him, presses your fingers against the sides of his throat as you slammed your hips up and down on his cock.

His eyes wandered to where your cunt swallowed his length. Up and down, with little glistening webs of your arousal running along his shaft.

He let out a strangled moan, way higher in pitch than it probably was supposed to be.

You grinned mockingly.

"Awh, am I too much for you to handle?" you drove your hips against his, throwing your head back to laugh openly into the dry, hot air of the chamber. You missed being this full. So full of cock.

"Can't even put up a fight. Fucktoy," you spat at him, your rugged laughter turning into wanton, throaty moans as his cock twitched against your spongy walls, ramming deep inside you.

Beneath you, Trager shook his head, grunted. You could feel his adam's apple bob against the flesh of your palm as you rolled your hips on his lap, again and again, riding his dick, basking in the lovely, lovely fullness inside you.

"Fuck you," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing in resentment, but you still felt how hard he was, how much he craved you - he didn't mean it.

"You love it," you smirked, slamming down your hips, rolling them languidly against his hardness, teasing him as you heard him grunt.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweets. I'm not that impressed yet," he huffed, his brows furrowing as he stifled a moan.

You squeezed his throat harder. If he was going in for the jugular, so would you.

"It's been a while since you've had a good fuck, isn't it?" you chuckled, "Talking all that shit yet so desperate for this cunt? Pitiful. No wonder they fired you."

He hissed underneath you.

"I should wring your neck, you know that?" he dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you with his long fingernails - breaking the skin. You felt rivulets of hot, sticky crimson run down your bucking hips, but you just laughed. Laughed at the sting that went straight to your cunt. He was so needy. Needy and pathetic. All bark, no bite. You couldn't ruin him like this.

"I'd like to see you try," you murmured, bending down to place a kiss to the tip of his nose, moving your hands from his neck to his chest, pressing your weight onto him as he gasped softly, "Come on, show me what you can do, then. Fuck me, but keep your jaw shut, I wouldn't want to tear it off - looks wonderful on you," you muttered against his mouth, your tongue flicking out to taste the raw flesh of his exposed gum, that twisted grin making your cunt twitch and quiver around him. You couldn't help but notice - he was handsome like this. Flushed face, twisted into concentration as he tried to prove himself to you. So needy. He stunk of pheromones, of desperation. And you loved it.

His hands moved to cup your ass as you gave him a new position of assault.

"Filthy cunt," he growled, bucking up into you as you moaned against his skin, pressing sloppy, harsh kisses to his jaw as he fucked you from below, his sinewy arms squeezing you to his chest, "I'm going to destroy you. Split you in two."

"Yes-s-s," you sighed, moving your hips up and down to meet him halfway with his thrusts, the obscene sound of your ass hitting his thighs echoing in the room.

"I'm going to tear your throat open with my teeth. Make you bleed out. I'm going to cum inside this... You're mine," he groaned feverishly against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. And with his words, you seized your opportunity. You ached for his cock, but what you ached for even more was his humiliation in front of them.

"What was that?"

You straightened your back, wrenching yourself out of his embrace, eyeing him with a cocked brow. He stuttered. You lifted your hips up so that only his tip remained buried inside you.

"No, wait - fuck," he moaned, hands clawing at the softness of your hips, trying to force you back down, his eyes wide and hungry.

"Before that."

"Don't stop," he pleaded. Pleaded like a little bitch.

"No," you smiled tenderly, squatting up, his cock slipping out of you with a wet pop as you settled your butt on his thighs, straddling him as he tried to get up. He swung at you wildly, but you grabbed his wrists, bending them away from your face.

"Let me..." he panted.

"No," you snickered, grinding your clit against his twitching sack, biting your lip as you felt the coil inside your abdomen tighten, "Not until you talk some sense to me. I know you can do it."

"Fuck you," he moaned weakly, gritting his teeth as his cock jolted against his stomach, leaking precum onto his leathery skin, "Fu-uck - fuck you."

"I'm not yours."

×

FRANK MANERA

This was one way to help with the cramps, with no doctors and no Tylenol around.

The pungent, coppery taste of viscera hung in the back of your throat, clung to your palate as you ground your hips against his face, feeling his slippery tongue lave over your folds as his sharp nose brushed against your clit with every needy thrust of yours. He licked up your blood like a mutt, and you loved it.

"That's it, there you go," you cooed, giggling as you felt him exhale against your cunt, his green eyes desperate as he clung to your thighs, "You take it so well, Manera. And all this time I thought you liked your meat dead."

You chuckled as you felt him moan against you, his beard prickly against your swollen flesh as you bucked into him again and again, your blood smeared on his jaw as he gasped for breath, trying to lift your hips up.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck, you taste good."

"I do?" you stroked his hair, leaning back to palm at his white underwear, the cotton tented and hot with his erection, "You love my cunt when it's all bloody?"

He nodded feverishly, diving back in with a crooked smile as he devoured you, his tongue flicking against your clit as you rode his face. You laughed.

"So desperate."

"Hungry," he hissed against your core, his hand reaching from around your thigh so that his fingers rested on the hood of your clit as he sucked it into his greedy mouth. You groaned, wrapping your hand around his hairy forearm, stroking his sweaty skin as you slipped your hand inside his underwear, felt his leaking tip brush against the flesh of your palm as he bucked his narrow hips up.

You licked your lips, moaning as you felt his tongue slip inside you, then out, then in again, as he rubbed your clit with his hand.

"You're way too good at this," you mumbled, saw how his eyes crinkled up with joy as you complimented him. He was yours. All yours, and he liked the taste of your sweet, sweet flesh, bitter and hearty as you bled on his face. It was disgusting. But in a profoundly arousing way.

He fucked you with his tongue, your cramping muscles weak and twitching as he tore orgasm after orgasm from you, only moaning quietly when you took your hand from his cock and dug your nails into his scalp, crushing his face with your hips as you pressed your cunt against him. And by how hard he was, how he whimpered against you - you could tell he loved it. Using him like this, as your personal little reliever, fucking his face, surrounded by his handiwork in whistling, boiling pots, amidst hundreds of flies and the buzzing - god, the buzzing, it was getting to you. You felt his sloppy kiss against your trembling cunt, moaned at the sting his beard against your sensitive flesh as he pulled away, a string of pinkish, pearly saliva connecting his lips to your core as he panted beneath you. What a beautiful sight. You grinned at him, stroked his hair, purred sweet little nothings to him as he wiped at his lips.

"Was that -...?" he smiled shyly. Awfully shyly for who he actually was and for what he had done. You smirked.

"Perfect, just what I needed," you nodded slowly, scooting your butt off of him, stepping down from the rickety table, your bare feet squishing blood and bits of flesh as you stood up on the floor, eyeing him as he straightened his back.

"Aren't you going to - I mean, can we - can I -...?" his eyes were wide, even hungrier than before as the flushed head of his cock peeked from the waistband of his underwear.

He ached to fuck you.

"What?" you leaned on the table, cocking your head to the side as you watched his eyes flicker between your face and your dripping cunt - you couldn't deny you felt a little too empty for him to be entirely done with you.

"I need you," he grunted.

You licked your lips slowly. You bent over to give him a chaste peck on the cheek, turning on your heels, your thrumming abdomen begging for him - but you wouldn't give into it that easily.

"Catch me first."

[kawareo-main]

the rot, PART 1

((hello im gonna try something new, this is a Rick trager fanfic, no real smut but heavily implied))

this is all my idea of Rick’s background, it started as a writing exercise and he was a good subject for it lol

TW: gore, descend into madness, 18+, disturbing

Rot.

Everything rots, the blood flow stops and everything goes to shit. Except maybe bugs – do bugs rot? Have you ever seen a rotten bug?

Richard sees his first rot when he is too young to remember, back when he would go play in the forest behind his parents’ mansion whenever they are too busy for him, and that is often.

He can’t remember properly, but it is a few months before his birthday, perhaps fifth, perhaps sixth.

He knows that dog, she is the neighbour’s, an old girl that Rick likes, even though she’s almost as big as him she was old and fragile and could only really wave her tail when he snuck over to pet her, Molly is her name.

Strange name for a dog.

Apparently she got too old for the neighbours though, proven by the bullet hole in her dumb big forehead.

It couldn’t have happened so long ago, she is still soft to pet – so Richard does just that, sits next to her and pets her, until she gets rigid and cold and his nanny calls for him to come back to dinner.

He visits Molly again, every day, he has no better company and she’s a good listener.

He watches her rot.

Her tongue turns pale and greenish, her big loving eyes sink into the skull, and Richard watches her fall apart. He can’t pet her anymore after a few weeks, her skin isnt connected to the flesh and it moves as a whole under his hands.

He watches the worms come.

Worms in her ears, maggots in her mouth, under her skin, making it move as if it’s alive, some sort of a monster, wearing Molly’s skin.

Richard celebrates his birthday with the maggots.

Sits next to them and Molly’s bones, sings himself a happy birthday, puts a cupcake in what is left of Molly’s mouth, maggots watching from what was once her eye.

Richard is lonely again when the maggots leave.

He doesn’t see his first human rot.

It’s one of the rare regrets Richard has, that he couldn’t put her in the woods next to Molly and watch maggots infest her pretty blue eyes, to touch her curly blonde hair, the silky skin as it goes cold and rigid...

But his father is as pale as a corpse when he fails to find a heartbeat, he jumps when he hears another car approaching.

It passes them without noticing, and Richard is too entranced with rain washing away all the blood to care until his father is yanking him away, back into the car. He drives away and tells him to never talk about this to anyone, that it didn’t happen, that there is no woman with a bloody forehead and tire traces down her broken back laying on the road, and Richard nods and never says a word. Promises to forget about it.

When he lays awake at night, breathing heavily with a sticky hand, he can’t help but remember.

Some people might be rotten, rotten and still alive.

Richard becomes Rick, for a friend, it’s the first time he can talk about the rot without being bad, Jeremy (Jer, its Jer, because they are friends) sits down and listens with his clever blue eyes. And he talks back, the two talk about rotting and blood and Molly, the man Jer saw die, the woman Rick saw dead.

They push a teacher down the stairs and watch the blood, Rick likes it more than his friend does, but Jer seems perfectly happy sitting there and getting away with it, he has a nasty grin and Rick loves it, the pain they cause and that they’re smart enough to get away.

Having a friend is much nicer than he expected.

He hopes Jeremy doesn’t rot.

 It’s wrong if women rot when you love them.

Rick’s aware of that, it’s why he uses pills to get as close as he can, he prefers if they lay down and pretend they’re dead, wraps his hand around their necks and feels the pulse, one he could silence with just a bit of a harder squeeze... He wants it, to dug into them, cut them open with a scalpel he isn’t licensed to use, cover himself in hot blood and feel it go cold on him, feel her go cold around him and him being the only hot thing left inside.

He doesn’t, though.

Jer says it would be too hard to clean up, and Rick tends to agree.

At least until they join Murkoff, and suddenly, Rick’s allowed to do anything he ever wanted.

And oh man, is it dark.

People rot at Mount Massive, Rick noticed.

Patients, doctors, guards, the asylum doesn’t discriminate and ruins everyone equally.

Rick feels just fine though.

Perhaps a little high constantly – but he blames the cocaine for it.

Perhaps a little... itchy.

Like there are maggots in his brain.

Cocaine, though.

He can blame cocaine for the itch.

He can blame cocaine and pretend that he doesn’t pick up a letter opener and find himself thinking of shoving it in good ole Jeremy’s skull down to the handle.

Rick sometimes thinks women have rotten brains, he agrees with Gluskin on that.

He doesn’t complain though, when a cute redheaded secretary starts looking at him with doe eyes, with a few more buttons popped open on her blouse.

He smiles and gives her a wink, and she giggles – it’s all so easy, Rick knows his way around women.

She doesn’t see him roll his eyes when he turns away.

Michelle Haas is her name, he has to remember it, can’t say the wrong name when he asks her out – he asks her and she says yes, she would love to go on a date with her rich and handsome boss, who wouldn’t?

Apparently, Jeremy wouldn’t.

But Jeremy was always smarter than average.

Which Michelle, oh sweet Michelle with a bland name and nice tits, is not.

Rick knows she’d let him fuck her, she wanted him to, even, but that was boring. Michelle was boring. He doesn’t like how bright her eyes are, and he doesn’t care for anything she says. So in the end, he still slips her the pill, still watches her slump in her chair and become soft in his hands.

He prefers it this way, it’s as far as he can cross the line before he would fall from a monster to the bottom of the barrel, same as his ‘patients’.

It’s what the asylum does to you, he realized, it takes good people and monsters and makes them all equal, equal in insanity.

Rick is better than that, better than them.

Rick refuses to rot.

Michelle Haas pulls an Uno reverse and fucks Rick over just a few months later.

It’s shit, it’s all shit, Rick’s house of cards is collapsing in on him and for the first time in his life his charm and quick mind aren’t helping him. If only he knew any other way, but he doesn’t, he doesn’t, so he does what he always did best and

  sinks

     deeper

       into shit.

 And it smells down there. Perhaps its not even shit, perhaps it’s rot, rot Rick’s been collecting his entire life, and now he’s neck deep in it, flies in his eyes, piles of rotting flesh threatening to bury him like how he refused to bury Molly.

He doesn’t know what he was thinking, asking the bitch of a detective for drinks (pointy nose, beady eyes, a weasel in a pencil skirt). He doesn’t know what made him put the roofies in her drink, as if she was just another sloppy cunt (bet it isn’t, bet she’s tight, bet she doesn’t get any.) he could get away with.

 Rick claims it was madness.

 (he doesn’t like pointy tits, that bony neck, no way he’d do her sane of mind)

 Jeremy claims it was ego.

((that bony neck, he should snap it, she’d deserve it for fucking with him))

Rick silently agrees         and            blames                  madness.

  ((beady eyes, beady eyes that see him rot, he wants to eat them)))

  He sits in his office and thinks, his heart is beating and maggots in his brains are eating away regrets he has, coke burning through his nostrils and his trust in Jeremy.

He knows Jeremy is talking to the detectives (the Pauls, the Pauls, Paul and Pauline, what a stupid coincidence is that?) in his office right now (fancy office, fancy suit, he wants to bend Jeremy over that table and strangle fuck strangle fuck him), he knows Jeremy’s trying to save his ass (would he get fucked in prison? Part of him hopes so, hopes years haven’t eaten off of him that much yet).

He knows that he knows and yet he can’t sit still, what if Jeremy fucks it up like how Rick did? What if he makes it worse?

 .....

 ..............

 What if he fucks Richard over?

 (would he? Is he selfish enough to betray his friend just to avoid taking the bla-)

  Rick’s marching down the hallway, legs carrying him as if they’d be piloted by the maggots in his brain and not him.

He bursts in the office (feels crowded with so many people here) and he sees them, their faces melting away in the features they share (beady eyes, they all have beady eyes, they all climb the glass ladder) until he sees the red hair.

Jeremy let Michelle whatshername come, and not Rick, not letting him defend himself, and Rick wants to call him out for it.

He takes a deep breath (air feels so stiff right now).

He walks forward, to explain himself (his hand reaches out, reaches for the desk).

He’s sure he can explain, puts on his trademark grin and  

 (( snaps ))

 gets away with it.

 (( “Liar, fucking liar!” ))

 He’s a charming guy, he knows he can do it, can fix what Michelle die die FUCKING DIE has done to him!

 Belly bursts, letter opener it hand, it opens bellies now, not letters, instead of paper guts spill out and its beautiful, red fills Rick’s hands and the belly bump the cunt refused to abort is gone, its gone, he solves his problem like how he should solve it months ago before

(( Pauline )) kicks him, she’s stronger than ((      ))

 got mixed in, and it can all be fine again, he can go back to golf with Jeremy

 (( Jeremy )) watches with a martini in hand and a smile on his face, ((      )) meets his eyes before (( the bitch )) slams his head in a paper shredder.

 Hair rips.

 Hair grows back.

 Rick can go back, back to what he was, a monster in the shadows, untouchable

 Pauline holds his head there while he screams, the hair being torn off, Jeremy’s pants tenting, Paul helping Mariane while she’s bleeding on the floor, her baby dead, dead, fucking dead like how Rick wanted it from the moment he learnt it was in there

 because Rick always WAS always untouchable, out of reach, better than everyone, better than shitty patients he oversees

 doctors strap him on a table while he trashes, screams his name, screams for Jeremy to               stop it.            but Jeremy just watches and doesn’t touch, Jeremy doesn’t like touching patients.

 i’m Richard fucking Trager, executive at this fucking

 Doesn’t like to touch a crazy man.

 crazy, you’re crazy.

 words blend in, bugs eat, devour, and they’re so much like Jeremy, praying on the rotten, the moment the meat isn’t fresh anymore

 rick and jer

 jeremy smiles and his face melts and he doesn’t have it anymore, jer is gone and jeremy follows, leaving nothing behind

  rick

nothing but Blaire, murkoff executive, mount massive director, lone wolf of wallstreet.

  richard

  blaire looks as the machines close and richard bangs on the glass, he screams so hard he thinks he bursts a lung before machines had the chance to, and

   patient 21-B03

                       morphogenic engine activation, phase 1

 PART 2 still in working :)

[bandtrees]

I'm so invested in your creepypasta au. What do the others look like in it?

thank you :D!!! im so glad! spent today drawing up everyone’s designs - save for benrey obv, since y’all know what he looks like :> (tw: scopophobia, blood, stitches, gore, eye horror)

here’s everyone! in general i intend to be relatively on-model with the actual..models... save for the spooky tweaks here and there. except for bubby, but a friend of mine drew a design idea for him and im too in love with it to get rid of it XD 

the plot of this au is pretty much just like - everything is normal (for hlvrai) up til the resonance cascade, when gordon finds his coworkers look and act...horribly horribly off. and they’re after his blood! 

coomer is the most harmless of the group (up until the clone takeover) - he’s not violent or anything, just... a little too on-point with his fun facts. (”Now, Gordon, you've been playing for a while! It may be good to save your game and take a break, as well as check if your doors are locked!” “Gordon, did you know that hackers can find your location via your IP address? Now, is this your IP address?”) very paranoia-inducing. inspired by the watson-scott test, which is a horror game that messed me up XD

bubby’s got that richard trager energy. an experiment gone haywire, who killed his captors and very much wants to dissect gordon for study - he is the perfect scientist after all! ...that and kill him as revenge for starting the resonance cascade and destroying his home. if it’s any consolation, his fire powers are very weak here - he can only emit smoke, so his weapons of choice are medical equipment instead.

tommy is... unnerving. not really violent or anything he’s just kind of. odd. knows a lot of gruesome science facts and is very curious to try them out. he’s like a creepy kid in a horror movie - reeeaaally likes gordon and the constant staring is kind of weird, but he could be worse. talks a lot about his dog named sunkist, who gordon soon realizes is a pile of dirty soda cans he’s convinced is a dog. 

forzen is a blood knight militant who just. REALLY likes killing things! covered head to toe in tally marks that he updates with every person - fellow soldier, civilian, or otherwise - he guns down. treats the world like a video game, intent on raising his HIGH SCORE!!! first encountered when the science team runs into a roomful of soldiers, who he promptly all kills, and just as gordon goes to thank him, he starts taking chase...

but thank god darnold’s just a normal scientist, right? all these other freaks are out here killing people and he just wants to make his potions! ...what are his potions made of, you ask? what do they do? never mind all that! here, dr. freeman, you’ve been running around a while, why not have a potion to make you feel better! just ignore the chunks...

and lastly, gordon himself! just a poor physicist caught up in hell on earth, who by some unforeseen power (the player), just can’t seem to die and escape it all. he knows this wasn’t what the world was like when he first came into work, but there’s not much he can do about it except fight off the people trying to kill him - and stay away from that long-limbed creature asking about his passport.

this got very long! sorry XD i just love this au and im very happy others do too! 

[whiskehorange]

i know this is weird but can you write a scenario in which richard trager could fall for someone? im having trouble imagining him ever having the chance to like, meet someone given his circumstances.

MY FIRST TRAGER ASK HELL YEAH BB

I’m sorry if this is terrible, I’ve never wrote for him in my life

Richard

This conversation had gone on for almost 2 hours now.

He sat, back pressed against the wall, his arms crossed. Once in a while freeing one hand to talk with it, as expected. While when he had first situated the medical tools before him, you had made a comment that threw him off.

Only before realizing that the ID on you was that of a medical student and journalist. It made sense why you would be here, for being a journalist. Just about every body Trager had in the morgue had been a journalist or some variation of a reporter.  But he could respect the biology studies, of course.

You made a comment about his equipment, one that just slipped off of your tongue. “Why use such large scissors when you’ve got a decent set of medical pliers right there?” And so on about blood loss facts upon blood loss facts.

You surprised him for a bit, making him rethink just why he was using tools all willy nilly. That’s what followed up with all of the questioning.

In the meantime, he’s learned that you were a runaway researcher in human biology and psychology. The trouble you had gotten into with studied you wanted to pursue on in the local hospital morgue got you expelled. Apparently you needed clearance to just walk into the morgue yourself…

You had some humor too, something that wasn’t too common down here in his medical ward. A bunch of moaning and groaning people who just wouldn’t sit still and give themselves up to his research. 

“Ah, I remember my first time in the morgue. My last time as well, here in this lovely little shithole I call my office,” Richard empathized, giving a small chuckle. 

He made himself laugh. That’s just about all he had down here by himself, but we wasn’t going to lie, either.

“You know, kiddo, I haven’t had a decent laugh like this in a while. I- I should really thank you! I really should. I thank you for coming by, but I must ask you a question, if-if- if that’s alright with you?” 

Although he didn’t wait for your approval, by God he had already had a long lasting conversation with you after taking your restraints off. You didn’t run, you didn’t try to flee and you didn’t fight back. What was he even thinking? He wasn’t sure but maybe this was a good chance to finally meet someone who had the same damn ideas as him. Someone that would actually get what the fuck he was talking about. 

“Biology and whatnot, you and I both know that there are so many unanswered questions in every lab, in ever ward. Now what do you say you’d like to join me, in my work of course. Go on, I’ll give you a moment or two to think, I’m in no rush.”

You did, have a moment to think, only to be interrupted once more. 

“You know I’m a bit worried how much time you may have spent with Father Martin. I know… I hope you haven’t been letting him confuse you with all his holier-than-thou bible thumping. No offense to the man, but I sometimes worry he might just be a little bit… crazy. Can’t be having all of his nonsense interfering with the revolutionary work I, well, we could be doing here.” He emphasized, throwing his hands up and out.

He waited for your response, not too aware of his growing heart rate, hoping that you’ll say yes. There was a little bit more to just wanting to make a few break through’s in science, but you genuinely seemed to be… curious in your findings as well as humorous. 

He really just longed for something more to this place than the little shits that ran through here, following Father Martin’s ever word and getting in the way of his working, messing around and making it hard for him to do his practices.

The growing smile on your face could only mean one thing and he knew just as well as you what your answer would be. Maybe this time you’d have the chance to actually work with someone who felt the same, just as Richard had wanted. Your brain ran wild with ideas or what to research and how to go about it, the ‘mad’ scientist in you really coming out to play as the smile could only grow larger. 

“Don’t pass out on me, there’s still a lot for you to absorb. Trust me dear, with the amount of learning we’ve both got to endure from here on out, there is only one way to go from here,”

He held out his hand, noticing the right amount of fingers on both of your hands. Then it hit him.

Was he really doing this? Letting someone work with him? He normally didn’t get along very much with other people barging in on his work. But.. it had been such a long time, maybe things have changed. Maybe not.

“We’ll have groundbreaking findings, my dear,” Richard said, leading you out to give you the main tour of his humble abode.

Was that the sound of screaming, or the pounding of new feelings in his ears?

[k1ngj0ve]

Okay so here it's time for my Outlast Theory:

So in the first game we are told that the nazi scientists (1940s, ish) were doing experiments on despairing people that had seen the worst of humanity and despaired for it, and the end result was physical, visible manifestations of SOMETHING that the scientists thought were spirits. Wernicke says they believed they had discovered something supernatural, but he alone scoffs at the idea.

In 1966 Sullivan Knoth sees a vision that leads him to start a cult in New Mexico that is shut down SUPER FAST. He climbs to the top of a Mountain and somethign commands him to sacrifice his eye for ‘true sight’. He does so and is given a vision of a place in Arizona where they will be free of ‘persecution’ and in 1969 him and now 100+ followers caravan out and build a town deep in the very remote mountains. They spend years building a secret village there, presumably complete in 1975. They manage to be crazy secret people worshipping a many eyed beast that heralds the end times for about 30 years so one could say that the image he was given of a safe place to have his cult was true.

No date is given, i think, but one can assume that the murkoff broadcasting towers must be a recent addition, only put up in the last 10 years or so.

The murkoff broadcasting towers are literally just big towers that project a noise and sound that drive people insane. That's it. Murkoff, somehow, located a small group of end-time worshippers and thought ‘lets make them crazier’. You find like 1 note from a murkoff employee near the lake that more or less just says that “yep, the people are going extra crazy, mission accomplished”. 

While most of the cult are still worshipping the terrifying many-eyed vision from their leader who sent them here and calling it an angel, a decent number of the group (who were born here and know nothing else) start being sure that they should be worshipping a demon or devil instead and splinter off to go Deeper Into The Mountain and away from the madness broadcasts of the surface to worship demons or devils.

Around this same time, it looks like, sometimes within the last 10 years, Murkoff has set up Mount Massive, atop a Mountain where they start driving everyone crazy and injecting them with ‘science juice’ that's supposed to make ‘science’ with their proteins which will let them ‘science’ some nanomachines because Science+Crazy=?????=PROFit??   Its makes no sense and im sorry, it's never explained either. The engine machine is huge and modern looking and somehow only works on crazy people and so they drive people crazy so they can make an evil ghost which, when manifesting, murders everyone???? This makes no science sense and you know it! Were crazy people intended to pilot a murder ghost on the front lines of war or something?? NO ONE KNOWS!

But! Apparently not driven by the researchers, the patients themselves began to worship a ‘spirit in the mountain’, of which they ALL know the name, despite it hardly sounding like a scientific project name, it seems like a name it already might have had. They perform sacrifices, they write on the walls independently of one another, even the fairly lucid Twins partake in this, overseeing the priest self immolation which he himself refers to as an act done in order to make the Walrider fully formed. Hope seems to know the names of other patients in the facility, to be able to predict what they will do when they are let loose (calling trager ‘doctor trager’ even though he was a finance head when he was free and only thought himself a doctor after the riot).

Wernicke himself was sending out notes to the staff telling them both NOT to worship the walrider but ALSO that the walrider was somethign more than a human can comprehend, implying it had a mind of its own that had nothing to do with programming or software.

When you see Blaire he hasnt run away and is instead guarding the door with his life. He says ‘this cant get out’ and that SOUNDS like business talk, like what happened must be kept secret here, but i think he meant that the WALRIDER must be kept contained, stuck on his mountain, or he may well bring about the end times the temple gate cult had always been waiting on. Outlast 1 and Outlast 2 happen at roughly the same time, within a few months of one another at MOST, so it wouldnt be 100% outlandish to say that the release of the walrider could have been the end times they were waiting on.

When Billy Hope is killed the spirit of the walrider goes directly into Miles, sitting inside him, and apparently resurrecting him when murkoff security guns him down. Wernicke refers to you as the host. at the end of whistleblower you see miles as walrider kill blaire. you see a humanoid shape of black mist walk out the doors, no longer contained. the comics tell you that the form that now has the consciousness of hope AND miles and clearly somethign else as well reforms to somethign recognizably human when it visits Hopes mother, hiding with her for days or weeks. Murkoff waits for proof of the walrider before ‘killing it’, the narrater who does not know what any of this is refers to it as ‘top secret dust, apparently nanobytes’ but hes no scientist himself and is the only one to notice the massive spiral of hive-minded ants moving in huge formations around the spot. 

They still have the consciousness of Miles and are protecting is house, and even seek out the Temple Gate Village where they destroy the murkoff broadcasting spires.

Im pretty fuckign sure Murkoff was *lying* about their experiments. The nanobots were a cover, because if you tell the hundreds of doctors and scientists they had working there “we are summoning mountain demons with endless suffering fear pain and sacrifice kinda just for the hell of it” they would politely turn you down, no matter how much money you offered. but if you tell them “we are doing unethical experimentation to create a weird science thing for the military” then a steady paycheck will keep them minding their own business. 

THAT'S why the temple gate people ONLY had the crazy spires, driving them more and more insane as they were born and died deep in the clutches of some mountain demons territory. Murkoff wanted their madness suffering and pain to try and call up their demonic patron. Probably at least one of the broadcast towers would have done something to stop the demons influence, too, and murkoff likely had a fleet at the ready to capture anything that was summoned.

((worth noting that Val probably escaped Temple Gate from the looks of it))

Probably the only character we’ve ever seen ingame that was high enough clearance to actually know what was going on was Blaire and he’s very, very dead.

And Miles who is still around, everywhere, and probably knows whats happening to him by now

TLDR: Its demons. the demon in the mountain is real. temple gate was worshipping demons. the walrider is a demon. Murkoff likes demons and lied about the nanotech because demon summoning via human suffering is a hard thing to organize and maintain in large numbers

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Inside Of You - Happy Lowman

Song Inside Of You By Hoobastank

Warning: Spanking with a belt, Hair pulling, Biting

Happy Reading Dollies.

It seems so obvious

There's something up with us

I swear I feel it

From across the room.

So can I ask you this?

Not to be forward, miss,

But I think I'll kill myself

If I never know

Y/N P.O.V

Working the stripper pole at TM was the best job ever.

Noticing Happy starring at you from across the room. His eyes never leaving your body.

You felt yourself get wet at the thought. What the Killer could do to you in bed.

Pushing the thought back in you worked the pole somemore, swinging your hips, moving your hands up and down the pole, bending over right in Happys direction so he could see your ass perfectly. Dropping down and grinding your wet core against the pole as you made your way up. Glancing at Happy every chance you got to see if he twitched.

Happys P.O.V

"Damn that girl is fine". Tig said to you.

"She's all right". "You said as you took a sip of your beer.

"Alright, that right there is prim pussy". "She's never been deflowered from one of us". "And I'm making it my mission to do so".

You laughed and shook your head. Watching Y/N work the pole. Her ass was so plum, round, it would looked perfect backed up on my dick. You felt your dick grow as Y/N dropped her ass and grinded on the pole. I hope she knows what she doing to me. Your mind and heart racing.

What do I have to do

To get inside of you?

To get inside of you?

Cause I love the way you move,

When I'm inside of you.

When I'm inside of you

FInishing up you grabbed a drink from the bar. Taking a sip you saw Happy get up and walking your way.

"Hey prospect, another beer". Happy yelled at the scared prospect.

"You want another". He asked you.

"No thanks". "I'm about to leave anyway".

"Why you leaving so early, the party is just starting to take off".

"I have another job that gets me up early".

"Ahh I see, we arent important, you just dance and leave, get me ready for you then you leave".

"Hap you okay there".

"Yeah".

"Really, you seem frustrated". You cocked your head

"Tig has made it his mission to deflower you". Happy laughed.

Wide eyed. "What are you talking about".

"You havent slept with anyone here, so he said hes taking you to bed".

"That is not happening, besides I like someone here, he doesnt notice me". "I just want him inside me and to fuck my brains out". You licked your lips, bitting your lower lip as you looked Happy up and down.

"Hes probably waiting for a sign".

"Ha, I gave that guy so many signs". "He just not interested I guess".

"Oh he is, just you have to come out and say". He chugged his beer.

You leaned over and whispered in Happys ear. "I want you to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me, leaving bite marks to tell everyone especially Tig that you've taking me".

Happy grabbed your arm, leading you to his dorm.

Just ask and I will do

Anything you want me to

There is no limit

To how far I will go

And Im sure I can pretend

To be a gentlemen..

But before I begin,

I just gotta know,

Just gotta know.

Happy slammed the door shut. Eyeing you as you slowly took your shirt off. "You like what you see Lowman"? You asked as you slipped off your bra.

"Damn, I do". He took off hs kute and laid it on his dresser.

You watched him unbuckle his belt,taking it out of his belt loops. "Bend over". He ordered.

You did as you were told. He came up behind you, pulling your hair so you could hear what he was saying. "I'm not a gental person, I like it rough but if its to rough and you want me to stop, just say it".

"Okay, now please fuck me". You moaned as his first slap hit your ass.

"You like pain, Little Girl". He grunted as he placed another slap to your ass.

"MMM-mmm, yes Daddy". You gasped as he slid a finger in your dripping wet core.

"You're so wet for me huh Baby". Happy asked as he took out his finger and licked your juices off.

"Only for you Hap, everytime I see you I melt into my panties".

"Good cause your mine now, no one elses".  He bit your shoulder.

You felt his tip at your entrance, he slowly slid in. Gasping at how much he stretched you. Clawing the sheets as he started to pound in you.

"Fuck Happy".

"Your so fucking tight". Happy grunted as he held on to your hips. Ramming in and out, harder and deeper every time.

"OH God Killer, make me come please". You begged him.

He grabbed your leg , propping it up on the corner of the bed as he could go deeper.

"Ahh fuck me". Happy yelled out. Feeling your pussy grip his cock, sucking him deeper and deeper in.

"I'm coming, I'm coming". Screaming, with a big smile on your face, seeing bright stars. You came. Him sucking on your neck just intensified your orgasm.

Happys thrust went faster as he came. You felt him pulsate in you. His cum coating your walls. "Fuck"

Happy pulled out, holding out to you as he laid on the bed. "That was great".

"Yeah it was, you really know how to make a girl have fun".  You smiled with your head on his chest.

"So".

"So what"?

"You gonna let Trager have a go"?

"Hell no, your the only dick I want".

Happy smiled. Knowing that Tigs mission was a failure and you got your self a girl that liked what you like in bed was amazing.

"We better get dressed and go back out".

"Yeah I have to go home anyway". You said as you got dressed

"Can we do this again". Happy asked.

"Definitely, you can come to my house tonight and we can go again if you'd like".

"Yeah, I will after the party". Happy kissed you deeply.

What do I have to do

To get inside of you?

To get inside of you?

Cause I love the way you move,

When I'm inside of you.

When I'm inside of you

For now I'll play the game

And I'm waiting for your move

But I've got to say

That I never lose

Walking out, you both went different ways.  Tig found Happy.

"Hey brother, where have you been".

"Umm, I have some bad news Tig".

"What".

"I fucked Y/N, now shes my girl".

"What the hell dude, I was going to get with her".

"I asked her if she wanted you, she said"Hell no", sorry brother". Happy slapped Tigs back.

"Well shit". "How was is tho".

"Go away Trager".

"You have to give me details, you stole her away from me".

"What the hell, I didnt".

"Come on man". Tig begged.

"Alright but if you tell anyone, Ill kill you".

"Got it".

"She is a freak".

"What does that mean". Tig laughed.

"She likes rough sex".

"Ahh so thats how you got inside, haha".

"Maybe". Happy looked your way.

"Are you sure I cant hit that"?

"NO Tig no".

"Why, I like rough sex".

"You just cant brother, shes mine".

You smiled at Happy, nodding your head to the door to go.

"See you later Tiggy".

"Where you going".

"I'm gonna get somemore of that cherry pie". Happy walked off laughing.

"You son of a bitch". Tig laughed along.

What do I have to do

To get inside of you?

To get inside of you?

Cause I love the way you move,

When I'm inside of you.

When I'm inside of you

For now I'll play the game

And I'm waiting for your move

But I've got to say

That I never lose

You catched up with Y/N.

"Hey I told Tig about us".

"What he say"?

"He wanted to know how I got inside you".

"What you tell him"? You laughed

"That you like rough sex".

"Really Hap"?

"Yeah, thats why right"?

"No, I let you in beacause you made sure I was comfortable before we had sex". "I knew you werent just some smash and bang kinda person, you have feelings that you hide but not to me".

"Shh, dont tell anyone". He put his finger over your lips.

"I wont your secret is safe with me". Grabbing his kute, you kissed his lips.

What do I have to do

To get inside of you?

To get inside of you?

What do I have to do

To get inside of you?

To get inside of you?

Cause I love the way you move,

When I'm inside of you.

When I'm inside of you

When I'm inside of you.

You

You

You

When I'm inside of you

[soaimagines]

No Strings Attached

Request: Imagine your Bobbys daughter and FWB with Tig.

I kinda went a different direction here, I hope you guys like it.

Smut 💦

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“Tig!” You moaned as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. You stopped your hips from rolling against his, the double sensation becoming too much and you placed your hands on his chest, leaning against him to catch your breath. “Who said you could stop, baby girl?” He scolded. “I did,” You panted. “Ya know, since I'm doing most of the work.” Tig shrugged. “Hey, you're  the one who wanted to be on top.” “I like being in charge.” You smirked. “Is that so?” Tig bucked his hips, pushing his erection further into you and you moaned. “Mm-hmm.” You moved your hips back and forth, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slid inside you. TIg smirked and grabbed your hips tightly, and you knew you'd have bruises there tomorrow. You slid your hips back, so only the tip of him rested inside you before you rolled your hips forwards once more and both of you moaned as every inch of him filled you. “Ohh baby,” Tig moaned.  “Shut up.” You ordered and slapped his hands away from your hips. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. You grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed. He licked his lips and breathed in your scent and you rolled your hips slowly against him once more before letting go of his wrists. He didn't try to move them and you sat straight, a soft moan escaping your lips at the change of position . Tig eyed your bare chest hungrily, admiring the soft curves of your breasts and the small bite marks already bruising across them. You leant back and placed your hands on his thighs before pulling your legs forward so you were squatting on top of him. He growled in approval and you smirked as you pushed yourself up. You hovered your body over his, teasing him with just his tip inside you. His eyes were glued to your core, seeing your folds wrapped around the tip of his cock, dripping wiht your juices was driving him wild and if you didn't start fucking him soon he was gonna have to take control. Suddenly you slammed your body down, taking all of him inside you in one abrupt movement. “Oh god baby,” Tig groaned, fighting hard not to move his hands. You grinned and lifted your body up and down. Each movement brought you closer to the edge. Tig could tell you were close and he couldn't resist any longer. He licked his thumb before pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles. “Fuck, Tig!” Your walls began to tighten around him and you were overcome with pleasure. “Good girl, baby.” You dropped to your elbows, either side of him as your body trembled around him, both of you moaning through your orgasms as he found his release. Tig wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes you rolled off him and lay beside him, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. You laid like that for a few minutes before you swung your legs off the bed and stood, shaking out your arms as you did. “Well, that really was as fun as I remembered.” You walked around the room, picking up your scattered clothing. “Im surprised you remember last time.” Tig laughed. “You were wasted, doll.” You turned towards him and put your hands on your hips, a mock stern expression on your face. “You takin advantage of drunk girls, Tiggy?” “Please, if anything you took advantage of me.” “Yeah, who could resist, huh?” “I cant help that I was blessed with good looks, (y/n).” You laughed and walked around the bed. “I know, Tiggy. I know.” You leant down and kissed his lips before heading for the shower. With your back turned, you didn't notice the strange expression on his face. When you returned to the room he was still in the same position; lying naked on the bed, a sheet draped loosely over him and a joint between his fingers. You quickly dried off and pulled on your clothes, Tig watching you thoughtfully. “You leaving?” “Yeah,” You fished your shoes out from under the bed and tugged them on. “Dad wants to take me out for breakfast so I gotta get home before he gets there.” “Why don't you just go grab him, he's in his dorm.” “What?!” You turned to Tig. “He crashed out last night.” He shrugged. “Old man cant handle his booze these days.” Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Tig! Why didn't you say anything?!” “Really, doll? You think your dads gonna recognise the sound of your moans?” You swore steam was coming out of your ears and you were about to argue when he cracked a smile. “Im just kidding baby. He went home last night.” “I swear to God, Trager I am gonna kill you one of these days.” You fumed. Tig frowned, still as casual as ever. “Then who are you gonna fuck?” You laughed. “Thankfully theres plenty more dick in the world.” Tig clutched his hand to his heart with mock hurt and you laughed again more leaning over him and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you later?” “I’ll be here.” Tig watched you leave, checking the hallway was empty before sliding out of the room. ~

Tig laid there for several more moments before it became too cold to tolerate, and the joint in his hand was almost burnt out. Goosebumps waved over his skin as a cool breeze wafted over his sweat covered body and he forced himself off the soft bed sheets. He stubbed the remains of his joint out in the ashtray on his bedside table and headed for the shower. Standing under the shower head, Tig let the steaming hot water wash away the scent of you. He closed his eyes and stepped under the stream. And as the water splashed his face and  flowed down his skin he thought back to the day you had come into his life.

X

The door had slammed and Tig had turned towards the door, only to see her marching into the room. “Is my dad here?” It was only Juice and himself in the room and Juice had turned his head to the side, a blank look on his face. “He could be.” Tig said. “What?” “I could be your daddy.” He licked his lips. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment before turning to Juice. “Is this guy serious?” Juice had nodded. “Sadly, yeah.” He smiled apologetically. She turned back to Tig and sighed. “Is Bobby here?” “Wait Bobbys your dad?” Juice had interrupted. “Yeah.” “(Y/n)? Long time no see!” Clays voice boomed through the room and you all turned to look at him. She smiled at the familiar face and walked towards the President. “Hey Clay, is dad here?” “Hes in his dorm, sweetheart.” She thanked him before heading down the hallway he had pointed to. Tig and Juice were standing there, staring at Clay with confused looks on their faces. “Dont even think about it.” Clay had warned before walking past them and heading into Chapel.

Tig had been very interesed in her sudden arrival and had finally learnt (thanks to Gemma) that she was, in fact, Bobbys daughter from a one night stand many years ago. Her mother had kept her a secret from her father for years before finally allowing them to meet once she was a teenager. She had accepted the fact that her father hadn't known of her existence and they had slowly built a relationship, despite her living out of town. It was still unclear as to why she was in town, and Tig was interested in finding out. Or rather, he was interested in her. She had spent the day with her father, but now the sun had set and she was still here, drinking at the bar with Juice, while Bobby talked club business with Clay. Tig sauntered across the room and leant against the bar. “Sorry about earlier, doll. I didn't know who you were.” She looked at him and smiled. “And who are you?” “The man of your dreams.”Tig said. Both her and Juice groaned, before she laughed loudly. “Im Tig.” “NIce to meet you, Tig. (y/n).” She introduced herself with such charm, but it had been the mischievous glint in her eyes that had made Tigs interest peak. Juice could sense it and he shook his head before standing. “Ill leave you to it. Nice to meet you, (y/n).” She had waved goodbye to Juice and Tig had stepped around her and slid onto the barstool where Juice had sat. “You look like someone who needs something a little more fun than..” He picked up her glass and tasted the drink. “Ugh what is this?” He reached behind the bar and poured himself a shot. “What makes you think I need more fun in my life?” She asked. “Drinkin all alone on a friday night. All dressed up with no where to go.” “I wasn't alone, Juice was h-“ Tig raised a finger, hushing her. “Shh shh Its okay, doll. Tiggy's here now.” She had raised her eyebrows but then she had laughed before she downed the rest of her drink. “Well, Tiggy. I may be all dressed up but I got somewhere to go.” “Oh and wheres that?” She had smiled playfully before she had grabbed his shot glass and downed that too. “Away from you.” She placed the glass back on the bar and walked away. Tig might have thought she wasn't interested, had he not kept his eyes on her. But luckily for him his eyes had followed you across the room, and he definitely did not miss the playful smile and the wink you threw him on the way.

X

Tig stepped out of the shower and dried himself before heading back into the room and climbing back into the bed. It was probably for the best that you had left, he thought. He wasn't used to sharing the bed anyway. At least that was the excuse he gave himself as he drifted back to sleep.

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Tig answered the door to find you leaning against the wall opposite his dorm room. “Hey you.” You smiled seductively. Tig smirked and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room. “Four nights in a row, huh?” You rolled your eyes and walked past him into the room. “Dont flatter yourself, Trager. Charming’s a boring town.” Tig smirked and closed the door behind you. “Thought you'd be watching Elvis performing at the Boulevard tonight.” “Please, like I wanna see my dad in those outfits.” You sat on the bed and peeled off your shirt, exposing your bra. “Can we not talk about my dad?” Tig chuckled and walked to stand in front of you. He leant downed kissed your lips. “How bout we don't talk at all?” You reached for his shirt and pulled him down again. “I like the way you think.” You kissed him hungrily and he reached down and lifted your legs, pushing you further up the bed and he hovered over you. His hands moved up your thighs, caressing the soft curve of your ass cheeks. His lips stayed on yours, his tongue exploring his mouth but the usual hunger was lacking. He kissed you slowly and deeply and pushed himself against your core. You moaned and he pulled his lips away and kissed down your neck. This time though, he didn't bite you. He kissed you softly and sucked gently at your skin. You bucked your hips, desperate for friction. “Come on, Trager. I didn't come here so you could make me come with kisses.” You whined, pushing yourself up to rub against his crotch. “Patience, baby girl.” Tig hushed and kissed along your neck once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed, rolling the both of you till you sat in his lap and he was lying against the bed. “Fuck your patience.” You kissed him hungrily and reached behind you to unclip your bra. His hands roamed over your skin, holding your body close to his. You pulled away from him and sat straight, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried fingers. Tig lifted his hands to caress your breasts and you met his eye. The gaze that met yours frightened you. You'd seen it before, only a couple of times but you knew what it was. It wasn't a hunger, it wasn't desire. it wasn't just lust, there was a longing.. possibly even love? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and kissed him again. He rolled you over so he lay on top and this time you didn't resist. His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs, leaving only your panties. Tig kissed you, with more passion than you had expected. It had been a long time since you'd felt such passion in a kiss and when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath he stayed close. His breath was on your lips and he rubbed his nose wth yours gently. You opened your eyes to meet those piercing blue eyes and you saw that same longing look once more. You were quick to bring his lips to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Your hands ran down his body and unbuckled his belt and his hand left your body long enough to push his jeans and his boxers down. He Tugged your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your slick folds before lining himself up at your entrance. He met your gaze as he pushed into you,causing you to gasp and when you saw that same look in his eyes you clutched yours shut. Tig always felt so good inside you, stretching yu and pushing into you over and over. The room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans and it wast long before waves of pleasure were rolling over you. Yet every time you looked into those blue eyes as he pounded into you that same look was there, that same yearning. Like he was searching the very edges of your soul for some kind of connection. The more you saw it, and he more you thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made you feel. Until he pounded into you harder and your orgasm drove all those thoughts from your mind.

Tig brought the joint to his lips and watched you from his spot on the bed as you got dressed, Like usual, you were quick to leave after your encounters. Normally that wouldn't bother Tig, but with you he wouldn't mind if you stayed, maybe just a little while longer. “You going to Gems dinner tonight?” You turned to look at Tig as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Yeah, told her Id be there.” “You can ride with me, I’ll pick you up.” You raised your eyebrows. “And whats my dad gonna say when I turn up riding bitch with you?” “Oh he wont be there.” He took a drag of his joint. “Clays sending him and Hap up to Tacoma to sort some business.” “Oh,” You frowned. He hadn't mentioned it to you yet. “I dunno, we should probably take seperate rides.” Tig nodded. “Well maybe you could stay here after, since Bobbys gonna be outta town.” You stopped what you were doing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You know Im leaving soon, right?” “Right, in a month or so.” “No, Tiggy. Im leaving at the end if the week. Im going back home.” Tigs heart sank and he took a long drag of the joint before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “Guess we better make the most if our time then, huh doll?” “I don't think thats such a good idea.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your hands. “Maybe it'll be best if we just stay friends- without the benefits.” Tig frowned. “I thought were having fun.” You stood and leant over him. “We were.” You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You could taste him on your tongue and when you pulled away you stroked his cheek gently. And just like that you turned and grabbed your bag before heading out of the room, without another glance. The moment your lis had pressed against his Tig knew it was over. It wasn't a ‘see you later’ kiss. It wasn't a ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. it wasn't a ‘maybe one last time’ kiss. It was a Goodbye kiss. Tig sighed and rolled over, the memories of you beneath him taunting him, knowing he'd never see you like that again and the taste of your Goodbye still lingering on his lips.

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@i-want-to-be-watered-by-roger @danleto97

[lisalisapark]

slams a leg down 24, 38, 39, 44

24. Pick theme songs for up to 6 characters.

OOOH HOOHOO HOHOHOOHOO HOO

OO HOHOHOHOHO

MY SPECIALTY

waylon park: cute aggression | nicole dollanganger

jeremy blaire: million dollar man | lana del rey

blake langermann: part ii: tonight’s the night | ludo

eddie gluskin: cheek to cheek | fred astaire

walridermiles: i’m so afraid | fleetwood mac 

38. What do you think Miles/Waylon/Blake look like?

they look like my beautiful husbands. and miles upshur

39. What do you think any of the main Project Walrider candidates (Walker, Hope, Gluskin, Manera) looked like before being admitted to the asylum?

im glad we brought this up bc can we talk about how shredded eddie gluskin is?? that is one fine 50 y.o man. how could he not find a wife like i mean one he didnt have to kill 

i dont want to think about frank manera tho

44. If you could say anything to any character, what would you say and who would you say it to?

i wanan sit down with rick trager and ask so many questions. whyd you try to date rape pauline. why did you just decide youre a doctor. why the fingies. why did you take off your own skin, please answer my questions it for a school project

[hauntedduckdefendor]

Not Jus’ the Whiskey Talkin’

Bastards. The whole lot of them. Swarming around Y/N like she was roadkill, and them all a bunch of starvin fuckin’ buzzards. Hell, the lass had only been workin’ here three months, and from the moment she walked through that door I knew she should be mine, that she would be mine. Those jean clad legs were long and amazin’ could probably wrap entirely around my waist, and don’t get me started on those eyes!! I could stare into them for hours and be completely content.

Her laugh just brought me out of my thoughts. Tig had just told her some of his cheesy pickup lines tha’ never work. “Dinna bore the lass Tig, she’s got work ta do” I called sliding my empty glass toward her. She gave Tig a smile which made me hate the fucker even more as she walked toward me. “Another Guinness then”? She asked looking at the clock. She knew I never drank this early unless I was in a foul mood, which today I was, thanks to the horndogs at the other end of the bar.

“You know I bet I could get Y/N in my dorm by the end of the night if I really put the Trager charm out on her” Tig told Juice as they worked on an old Chevy that needed more work than it was worth. “Not if I get to her first Tig, besides, I’m pretty sure her standards are higher than you” Juice laughed as he dodged the wrench that went flying his way. “Alrigh’ that’s enough ye muppets! Go find that wrench Juice, I’m not gonna hear Jax’s mouth about tool prices again” I bitched. Not liking the way they were talking about Y/N. “The lass isna a whore and ye best remember that”

“You okay Filip,” Y/N asked as she handed me my fifth beer of the evening. She was giving me that look of a concerned Old Lady. God, I wish she actually meant it. “Aye lass, jus’ had a rough day” She nodded, wiping down the bar in front of me. “If you need to talk, or let off some steam I’m here okay? You know I’m not like the rest of these gossip queens”.  Oh, I know that fer sure lass, ye lips are tighter than ye’ shirt. Which is showing off some amazing views if I must say so. Dammit Chibs, stop thinking to yerself, your not a terrified lad for Christ sakes!  I nodded. “Thanks, Lass. Would ye mind getting me a shot please”? She gave me the worried look again but nodded. Y/N slid the shot down the bar to me and went to check on the other guys, who were now bombarding her with more questions.

“Hey Y/N, what’s your favorite flower” Juice was giving her the puppy dog eyes as she grabbed his empty bottle and threw it in the trash. She loves daisies ye Muppet. “Well if you must know I love Daisies” her voice rang in my ear. A shit eating grin spread across my lips as I sipped my beer. I had left Daisies at the bar for her a little over a week ago. In fact, they were still in the vase, withered, and a little yellow around the edges, but she still had them. “I’ll have to remember that the next time I’m in town” Tig joked as he stood up from the bar. Ye better forget it as soon as you hit the can, Trager.

“You still doing okay down here” Y/N was right in front of me. I hadn’t even seen the lass walk up. Get ye shite together man. “Aye, love, just unwinding. Are ye doing okay? Want me ta tell ‘em to get lost” I nodded toward the end of the bar. Please let me tell them to get lost. She smiled at me and I thought my heart was going to burst. I loved her dimples. Ye did anythin’ ye could to make her smile the first month she was here ya arse. “No, they aren’t bothering me, besides, it’s my job ya know? You want anything else”? Are ye on the list. “Yeah lass, how about some more Jameson”? She nodded, grabbing the empty shot glasses in front of me. I still saw the worry in her eyes. All three of them. The lass dinnae have three eyes! You’re just drunk ye bugger. Will ye shut up, I’m nae drunk, and ye are getting on me nerves. “Here ya go Chibs. You feeling okay? Your face is a little red. She reached out and put her hand on my forehead like a mother would do a sick child. Her cool hands felt amazin’’ on my skin. Ye should go down a little lower lass. Dammit Chibs quit talking to me. Leave me alone to watch out for Y/N. She removed her hand and looked into my eyes. “I think you’ve had enough Chib’s but I can’t tell you what to do”. Oh yes, ye could and I would obey every order. “Nae, lass I’m good. Another shot would be lovely, though. Or ye could just bring the bottle.” There’s that look again. I’m not a child lass, I can handle the whiskey. I’ve been drinking the shite since I was seventeen.

Two more shots were placed in front of me. Smart choice love, I don need alcohol poisinin’ tonight. Tig’s voice once again filled the atmosphere of the clubhouse. Coming to stand beside Chibs’ he placed his hands on his brother’s shoulder. “The beds calling my name brother”. Better be all that’s calling yer name. “You sure you’re okay Chibby? You seem a little off today”. “Yeah brother, I’m fine, jus’ being lost in me thoughts and enjoying a drink or ten”. Tig laughed at me. Asshat. “A drink or thirty is more a like it. Sleep good brother. Oh, and don’t let Y/N forget to lock up”. My head turned toward the opposite end of the bar. Everyone else had gone to bed at some point or another. Leaving me and Y/N at the bar by ourselves. “Aye” was all I could tell Tig. I was concentrating on making the room stop spinning.

Y/N was down grabbing the empty bottles and glasses off of the bar, and taking them over to the sink. Feeling lonely now that all the talking had died down, I got to my feet and stumbled down to a chair closer to her. Before I had moved three feet, my boots were getting caught up in god knows what.  

Fuckin boots, tryin to embarrass me in front of the lass.

That’s when Y/N moved around the bar and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Come on champ, let’s get you to bed”. Her sweet voice was right on my shoulder. Hell, I knew I was a good foot taller than her.

Fucking Sasquatch. No, that was Opie’s nickname, tall bastard

 “Ye taking me to bed love”? I asked as I slung my arm over her shoulder. “Well, I don’t need you passing out at the bar. I don’t think you would be too happy with me if you woke up with a crick in your neck”. I laughed, “Lass, if ye were the one to wake me up I’d be happier than a fig in shite”. “What the hell does a fig have to do with shit, Filip,” she asked as I lost my balance. Grabbing onto the wall for support, I stopped. “What are ye talking about a fig. I said a pig in shite”

There’s that Old Lady look again.

“You said fig in shit Filip, Not pig.” “Nah lass, I said pig. I think you’re a little drunk. Ye been sneaking shots when we weren’t lookin’”

There’s that smile again. This time that rotten Juice hasn’t had anythin’ to do with it. It’s all ye Filip. “I think I let you have to much. Don’t you have to work in the morning”? Shaking my head was a huge mistake. Not only was the hallway spinning, but my stomach as well. My body was going to hate me in the morning. “I jus’ want ye to be happy, ye know that right lass” Now the Old Lady look was the confused, what the fuck is he going on about look. It’s now or never Filip, tell the lass, then go pass out so ye wont remember her turning ya down. Christ ye really need to stop talking to yerself’. Folks gonna’ tink’ ye’ve gone mad”.

I stood up to what I thought was my full height, the wall helping me keep my balance, along with the beautiful lady to my left. “Daisies. Daisies are ye favorite flower. Teal, your favorite color, and ye take your coffee with milk and sugar. “Ye are all the time reading on that fangeled e-reader thing, and ye smile so much at those fictional bastards. In the mornin’ when you think no one us up yet, ye sing Stone Temple Pilots, and Flogging Molly. Ye love any movie done by that Tim Burton fucker, but that one with the singin’ skeleton is your favorite, and ye know all the words. Even the ones not in the songs. Ye prefer cats to dogs, and ye’ love when it rains. Which hardly ever happens here.” She was giving me a look. One I didn’t even know how to describe. At the moment I was trying to figure out which of her faces to look at. “Sounds like you have been doing your research Filip”. I leaned back and rested my head against the wall. “Aye, well, that’s what ye do when ye love someone”. I felt her stiffen beside me. Fuck did you think that or say that?

“You love me”. It was a statement. Not a question. Ye done dug your grave lad, may as well jump in it. “Aye, I do love ye. That’s why I was drinkin all day. Tig and those other fuckers, want ye in their beds, but they dinna love ya. They want yer’ body sure, but not yer’ mind or ye heart. Not like I do”. She was standing in front of me now. Here it comes, she’s gonna smack ya then leave ye on the floor. Her hand came up to my face alright. But she didn’t slap me. Instead she ran her thumb over my scar, then moved her hand down to my neck.

“Your favorite whiskey is Jameson. Beer is Guinness. You don’t care if everyone hears you singing, even if we can’t understand the words.You love this club and your brothers more then anything. Tig is your best buddy, even though some days you regret that decision, and when you think I’m not looking, you like to steal glances at my ass. You left me teal daisies, and a gift card to my favorite bookstore last week, and didn’t think I would recognize your scribble on the note.”

Shocked. I was fucking shocked. “Looks like ye have been doing some research yerself, ye cheeky little minx”. Put ye arms around her waist. Girls love that ye know. “Well that’s what you do when you love someone. You pick up on their little quirks, and above all, you don’t tell them they have been talking to themselves out loud all night for the whole club to hear”. Fuck I was really talking out loud. “Yes you were really talking out loud. I’m glad you like my tight jeans, and the view my low cut shirt gives you. I give you the old lady stare because I worry about you.” I hung my head. “Ye must think Im bat shite crazy dont ye”? She laughed. “No Filip, I just think your extremely drunk and need to lie down. Come on, lad, we can figure out our new relationship in the mornin’”. “That was the worst Scottish accent I have ever heard” She helped me stand up as the words left my mouth. “Well, hopefully you remember all this in the morning and you can teach me how to do a proper one”.                       

[ap0stle]

i feel like the issue of trager being a rapist— considering that we wouldnt even know that without reading the comic, and most casual players haven't— IS somewhat unnecessary information. at least in the sense that most people can accurately interpret his character without it. the comics didn't even begin until 3 years after the game was released, so obviously it wasn't strictly necessary, because if it were, outlast as a standalone game would be incomplete. it adds a layer of depth to his character, sure, but its a thin layer. anyone can gather that he's a monster just from playing the game, we don't really need the addition of rape to cement that for us. its trager.

and comparing it to the element of abuse in outlast 2 is just unfair imo. for starters because it's a really important aspect of the game, at least if you're talking about accurately interpreting characters. remember that the jessica we meet isn't "real," in the sense that when we see her, we aren't travelling back in time and experiencing it first-hand. the jessica we see is blake's subconcious interpretation of her— she's a memory, and memories are always distorted in a way relevant to the person who experienced them. anything we learn from those dreams tells us not just about jess's trauma, but about blake's.

id also like to point out that "religious trauma" isnt the main purpose of showing jess's story. i feel like those words are so overused and misunderstood. blake is already lapsed when we meet him; his struggle throughout the game is not with religion itself. the weight of his trauma is not strictly about god, it is mostly very intimate, and that's a major point of contrast in the main story. temple gate is not ashamed of their vulgarity— to suffer is to perform, and punishment is a spectacle, almost a fetish to them. its a huge difference from blake's upbringing, where guilt and shame precede the injustices, the punishments, and are suffered in silence.

anyway, the point is that illustrating religious trauma is not the goal with blake or jess. her implied abuse, or rather, blake's repressed knowledge of it, is not just an insignificant addition for shock factor— its a major part of the story. everything you learn through blake's eyes changes how you can interpret it, how you can interpret blake. i mean, jessica's father is implied to be a difficult guy, but we could argue that there's no implication of physical abuse– until you see the cigarette burns on jess's body and clothes. a small, unnecessary detail, maybe, but it makes a difference, because every detail about her that you learn is something that matters to blake, something he saw, knew, buried, and then remembered again. its a window into his own psychological deterioration, his guilt eating him from within— it comes from inside him, not just the town and its crosses.

the implication of CSA is equally important to this entire theme of guilt and repression— personally i dont really see anything making sense otherwise, which is why im glad its at least implied and not explicit. (which is why i dont see how that of all things could be considered unnecesary— the heretics' entire existence has less of an explanatory contribution to the story than it. i like them, but they exist as a shallow additional conflict, a convenient tyer of loose ends + filler of time.) implications leave you room to ask and answer your own questions. i.e., why else would fr. loutermilch's demonic form be a naked, multi-armed monster who kills you by pinning you to the floor and sticking its tongue down your throat? it is molestation personified. even still, why is it so explicit now, and why is it directing this at blake?

you can interpret it in different ways— maybe his guilt over knowing & hiding what really happened to jess has been mutating in his subconcious for some time now, drawing from imagery he has seen as an adult. or maybe it implies that blake was abused, too, in order to keep him quiet. i mean there's even what can be seen as a subtle strain on blake and lynn's relationship, and trauma of that nature can absolutely affect a person's navigation of intimacy well into adulthood.

personal violation is a major theme in outlast 2, thats been said by the producers themselves. taking away your physical integrity, forcing discomfort on you. it is excessive in the way that the previous game was, sure, gore wise. but story wise?? to dismiss such a serious amount of information on a protagonist? before murkoff??? i mean, we know next to nothing about miles's life before. same with trager— he's entertaining as hell, but still just a two dimensional villain. but this gives us so much about blake. everyone is so hungry for information on everybody else, everyone tossing around awful interpretations of the most hollow characters when blake is right there!!!! and i know, the topic can be uncomfortable and triggering, but considering how non-explicitly it is expressed (at least irt jess), its much harder to just. dismiss its relevance than if we were debating the point of seeing the pilot tied to a pole with his whole dick and balls out. sorry wow that was a lot of words

I don’t condone certain aspects of the Outlast lore (namely the jessica thing i think it could have been done better and CSA didn’t rlly have to be a part of it to show religious trauma but i get it when you look at the big picture of Outlast and Outlast 2, it just could have been infinitely less graphic and still held the same weight) but literally it’s going too far saying shit like FOR EXAMPLE “making Richard Trager a rapist was unnecessary” Id argue it’s one of the only characters that like actually makes sense from a lore perspective and if you rlly get the character you’d understand why it makes sense. Idk how to say this without sounding like it’s a feature i enjoy about the character, I obviously don’t but like i cannot stand seeing my favorite characters misinterpreted and along with Eddie, Trager is one of the most misinterpreted characters in Outlast. He literally has 0 reedemable qualities, he’s an outright rich prick who never had to face any consequences his entire life, he’s been privileged since the day he was born, and anyone who tries to act like he has a good bone in his body is so wrong. I hate to say it (no i don’t lol) but he’s just plain evil and i love him for it. He’s not real, his actions have never hurt a real person please keep that in mind. The main story wouldn’t have happened the way it did if he never did what he did, they’d have to come up with a whole other backstory for him AND a reason women were removed. It’s a horror game with dark, explicit subjects due to the fact that they’re exploring such a unique subject, with characters who are mentally ill, affected by the engine, both or just plain terrible people and it obviously would have things that may trigger or make people uncomfortable, and that has to be up to you to decide to not think about it or indulge into content that might do those things. Do not bring cancel culture into fucking Outlast, do not try to babyproof it. Go watch other forms of media with lighter subjects and characters instead of acting like it’s the developers fault for creating characters and plotlines with the whole point to scare people, shock them, make them uncomfortable, etc or remaking the characters into something they’re not bc it doesn’t fit your idea of them. Rant over if I see one more person misinterpret Richard Trager i will start taking peoples eyes. (also more rants abt Rick’s character coming be prepped)

[bandtrees]

Would you happen to still do the character ask thing? If yes, how about some attention to some obscurer characters: Simon Peacock and Michelle? :D

still taking, yup! thank you so much <33 i love doing these! send me a character and i’ll break their ass down!

simon:

how i feel about this character: I LOVE THIS MAGGOT MAN DEARLY he’s very intriguing and i love that we get a more... unhinged anti-murkoff character. doing awful things for a good cause which i find intriguing. also in all honesty when i first read the murkoff account i found his whole... rotting superpowered corpse thing dumb n unfitting for outlast but its grown on me a lot. he’s just another murkoff employee that got experimented on and probably got it worse than the ones just shoved into th engine :[ 

all the people i ship romantically with this character: i very much like the idea of miles/simon - simon isnt really an ideal shipping character but iv always been attached to him n miles working together...undead buddies...bug motifs...its good. i think if there’s anyone simon could actually listen to n be redeemed with th help of it’d be miles, who’s also reckless and ambitious but has enough humanity to help keep simon grounded n stuff. i rly love this ship and can’t picture simon with anyone else tbh

my non-romantic otp with this character: i do really like his contrast w waylon as working partners and all th angst it brings as simon gets more unhinged :] ALSO there’s a fic i read where val ended up surviving and simon took her from murkoff custody and i really like their dynamic in that. i feel like they have some stuff in common and i also find val being her filthy self and simon being completely unperturbed hilarious. unstoppable force vs immovable object

my unpopular opinion about this character: look at the tvtropes character page for outlast. scroll down to simon’s tab. look at the second trope listed under it. “big good”. “BIG GOOD”. simon’s on the good side and he helps waylon sure but i would NOT call him a big good by ANY stretch. a well-intentioned extremist if anything. big goods don’t kidnap terminally ill kids, cut their fingers off, and potentially withold them from their treatment!!!! what!!!!!!!!

one thing i wish would happen with this character: on one hand i don’t want to have my headcanons debunked but on the other i REALLY wanna learn more of n see more about him in general!!! i wanna see how he works with waylon and miles and how he BECAME like that and how he was as a murkoff employee and just!!! i wanna know more in general!  (for those also wanting to know more i have a character study of him with headcanons about that stuff ehehe shameless self plug) 

michelle: 

how i feel about this character: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE HELP HER. her situation is so upsetting and im thankful she at least gets a not-awful ending... which by outlast standards isn’t great but at least she’s alive and away from murkoff XD i also find her cunningness fun, managing to keep that threat towards trager under wraps - her involvement was only found bc trager had an abortion pamphlet on him. she’s smart!

all the people i ship romantically with this character: my otp, idk about you, is michelle and a nice long nap. seriously though i don’t really ship her with anybody - trager is an obvious no and i talked abt why i didn’t like her with pauline in my pauline post... paul? if i had to choose? they’d support eachother... but overall i dont ship michelle with anyone the gal just needs some alone healing time

my non-romantic otp with this character: okay. okay is it cheating if i say anna. i know she’s an oc bUT it’s just...so sweet... i love that au a lot it’s very bittersweet n i was thinkin abt it earlier today. michelle is just trying her best to raise this girl despite everything and that just (clutches chest) gets me for anyone unaware, anna is @the-creeping-shadow’s oc and michelle’s daughter in an au where she actually was pregnant and it’s very cute n sad ;w;

my unpopular opinion about this character: ...acknowledging her existence? i don’t think there are any opinions on her much less popular ones... oops

one thing i wish would happen with this character: see romantic otp. a nice long nap. it’s relieving that she’s alive (if trager didn’t try to kill her then the phantom pregnancy def wouldv...) and i wish the best for her. in general i think a murkoff account continuation would be VERY FUN though i doubt itd happen and itd be interesting to see how she’s coping with everything... she knew mount massive was a corrupt place even if only because it let trager mistreat her, so seeing how she felt about hearing what happened there only like two years later would be interesting...

thank u for indulging me and my love for obscure characters. tune in next week for my essay on dr claymore /s

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Trust

Request by Anon. Hope you like it. WARNING- Talk of Child abuse.

Pulling up to your uncles work you got out of the cab and paid. You saw a guy with tattoos on his head. "Hey can you help me, I'm looking for a man named Alex Trager". "Oh you mean Tig, yeah hes in the club house I'll walk you in". "I'm Juan but you can call me Juice". "Y/N" You looked down at your shoes. Walking in the clubhouse the smell of booze, sex and smoke hit you. There was a bunch of guys sitting around talking to one another. "Hey Tig you have a visitor" Juice called out "Who the hell is....Y/N your here Doll". He bear hugged you swirling you around. "Hey Uncle Tig, please put me down I can't breath. You laughed "Its great to see you girl". "Been along time". He smiled raking a piece of hair from your eyes. "Yeah it has, couldn't really go anywhere for awhile'. You frowned "Sorry about your stepdad, he was a big asshole anyway". "Yeah he was, mom moved so thats why I'm here". "I hope thats alright". "YES, your my favorite niece in the whole world". He hugged you again. "I'm your only niece Tig". You said smiling for the first time in a long time. "Umm, Tig you going to introduce us brother" A blond guy asked "Shit my bad, Y/N this is Jax our Pres and over there is Chibs the scots man with Bobby he's our brain of the club". He laughed. You met Juice and theres Happy with Kozik over there in the corner. Hap's our tattoo guy and you know dumbass". "Opies not here so you'll have to meet him later. "Nice to meet all of you". You said quietly. You were nervous with all these men looking at you. "Hey its ok, all these men are my brothers". Theres no need to be nervous". He scenced you were scared. "Is there a place were I can change and use the bathroom"? "Oh yea, you can use my room". He wrapped his arm around you and lead you to his dormroom. "You need anything or want anything"? He asked before he walked out. "No thanks I'm good". He closed the door as you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding. You changed and gave your self a pep talk.

Tig walked back in the main room. All the guys looked at him with faces of confusion . "Dude, you have a niece"? Jax questioned "Yeah, she's my brothers kid". He took a sip of his drink. "What's her story brother"? Happy spoke up "Umm, it complicated". "You need to tell them". Kozik piped out. "Alright, my brother was married to her mom and they had Y/N. She was 2 when they divorced. A year later her mom got remarried to a fucking psycho, not like us psycho". "When Y/N was 5 they moved and I never got to see her much". My brother told me everytime he saw her she had bruises, scratches and even a bit mark on her". "Her mom would make up some shit story that she fell". Then when she was 15 Y/N told her dad that he was hurting her in different ways, she wouldnt go in to detail but you can get the picture". So we both went insane at the idea and we beat the holy hell out of him and her mother was suppose to leave him but she lied. At 16 they moved again not tell us were she went to, next thing we knew she was in foster care because the dick brains mom and stepdad were making meth ". Then something happened in there and now she trust no man or women. I'm the only one left now that she trust". He sighed. "Holy shit brother thats alot". Jax said "How old is she now"? asked Bobby "She's 23 now". Tig rubbed hes forehead "Where she been for 7 years"? Juices asked "Um I think with her mom after she got out of foster care her mom got out too and went to find Y/N.  So Y/N went back to her, then about two years later her stepdad got out and he lived with them but recently he passaway from unknown causes". Tig smirked "You have something to do with the cause Tig". Jax asked "Maybe, just dont tell Y/N that I told you all". He pleaded "We wont have too". Chibs pointed to you standing in the hall way. "Shit doll I'm sorry". You ran over to him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you Uncle Tiggy". Tig was in shock " I'm sorry I couldnt keep you safe for all those years". He teared up "I'm ok Tig I promise, it made me who I am today". you cried out He pulled back wiping the tears from his eyes. "We need to throw you a party". "No no party". You said shaking you head. "Ahh come on, you will like this one". " If anyone gets handys I'm cutting them out". "You wont need too". Happy stood up and walked over to you. "I'll stay with you the whole night just to make sure". Umm I dont know". you bit your lip "Doll, you will be in great hands I promise". Tig reasured you. "Alright lets get this party started". you laughed Before you knew it, there were women everywhere getting stuff done. You tried to help but they shood you away. You saw Happy sitting in a chair watching you. It was kinda creepy but you did feel safe. "Hey Happy, you know you dont have to watch me every moment you know". You sat down beside him "I told you and Tig that I would". He threw back his shot. "You want one"? "Um.. sure, never drank before so here goes nothing". You sipped it and nearly died from the stronge fire in your throat. You coughed and gagged. Happy laughed "Maybe I'll just stick to soda". You croaked out "You probably  should". He smiled He smiled, he had a great smile. You were starting to like him even trust him. "I'm sorry that you had to go through all that as a child". He shot another one down "Thanks, but everyone has a missed up part in their life mine just happened when my life was just beginning". "I know I do but its not like yous"."If I had know you back then I would have taken care of you stepdad myself". He said angryly "Happy can we just stop talking about the past and get on to the present". You put your hand on his shoulder laying your head down on your arm smiling up at him. "I think that shot was a bad idea" Happy laughed "Yea me too, I'll be right back". You said rushing to the bathroom You pushed the door open and went straight for the toliet. Throw up was everywhere, you missed to bowl. "Shit". You found paper towels and cleaned up. You washed out your mouth thinking that will never happen again. On your way out there was a guy starring at you with a creepy grin. You walked past him and he grabbed your arm "Hey there little missy, how about we go back to the bathroom and have some fun". "Fuck off". You spit out "Listen hear, you little biker whore. I came here to have a good time so your going to do as I say". You slapped his arm away, started to walk away as he came up behind you grabbing your hair. You elbowed him in the gut and turned around to punch him in the face with a foot to the groin. He laid on the floor holding his crouch. As the guys came running up. "What the hell happened"? Tig asked "Your little friend here grabbed me and told me I had to do everything he wanted, so I kicked his balls in". You smiled proudly "Way to go Dollface". Tig kissed the side of your head. "Come on you rat bastard". Chibs picked up the guy with help from Juice "Take him to the garage and make him comfortable" Happy snarled "I'll be there soon". "You did good Little Girl, I'm proud" Happy hugged you "Im gonna go see to our little friend" Tig walked off "Save some for me" Happy yelled "Where were you"? you asked Happy "I was right there, I didnt see you come out and then there was commotion but I didnt think it was you" " I want to trust you Happy, but I cant". "I'm going to earn it back I promise, no one will every hurt you again with me around". "So I should get use to having you around huh"? You looked up at his dark eyes "Yeah, I aint going no where". "Don't even think of running to Tig hes cool with it". "Good, I thought I would have to smack some since in that Uncle of mine" you laughed He pulled you close kissing your lips. Happy proved himself that you could trust him. In the beinnging life was a messed up fuck show but the future was a blessing with dark eyes and a tattooed soul

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Learning to skype

Walking into the clubhouse you spotted Juice. He was sitting by the bar on his laptop. You are the man I'm looking for.. Hey Y/n what brings you here, Haps not here. Juice said.. Hey Juice, yea thats why Im here. Juice gave you a weird look..Don't look at me like that its not for that. I have a question for you y/n said. Juice let out a deep breath.. Good cause I don't want to know any of that stuff that goes on in ya'lls bedroom Juice said quietly and quickly.. Alright Juice calm down. Would you teach Happy how to use skype cause im getting him a computer so he can use it on the run? Yeah sure if he'll learn juice laughed. He should if he knows whats good for him y/n said with a big devilsh grin.. So it is for your sick fantasys Juice said looking up at the ceiling with his hands on his face.. Maybe so can you teach him or not please.. I'll do anything juice please y/n said looking at Juice with her hand pleading to him .. Yea i guess, just don't ask me to put up cameras in your bedroom or to teach Happy how to get a good angle Juice said regretting his answer before..   We dont need you to put up cameras, we use a portable video camera Juice and Happy always get a good angle y/n said slapping Juices back laughing.. OH GOD what did i get myself in to Juice said shaking his head.. Thanks Juice your a good friend.. Yea im a great friend for teaching my brother how to have sex on a computer yeah.. See you later Juice and dont tell Happy my intentions.. Wont do it, thats not what im doing I am just teaching him how so you wont get lonely thats all.. You keep telling yourself that Juice but we all know thats not true.. Walking out of the clubhouse laughing thinking to yourself your going to love this and torturing Juice at the same time...

Three Weeks Later Ring Ring Ring.... Happy answer the dang computer. You where getting frustrated cause this was the third time calling him and he said he wasnt busy but here you are calling and him not answering... Oh hey sorry baby girl I didnt hear it in the other room  happy said.. Hey Love..What where you doing? y/n asked.. Just telling torture stories haha Happy laughed.. What are you doing? He asked.. Aww nothing just sitting around the house..y/n said with a sigh...Oh sorry Im not there to keep you busy Happy said with a smirk.. All of a sudden your eyes got big and you got this lusty idea.. Hey Happy take off your shirt and close the door now y/n said.. Well alright. As he got up closing the door..He slowly began taking his kute off and then painfully slowly taking his shirt off..He was torturing you and he new it.. Well woman you better be taking something off Happy said.. Yes Daddy y/n said while slipping your night shirt off showing your breast and your harden nipples from just seeing Happys tattooed body.. He let out a growl from you calling him daddy he always liked you calling him that.. You like what you see Daddy y/n purred. You know I do baby girl Happy softly said. As I was touching my breast Happy was giving his next demand.. Put the computer at the end of the bed and sit at the top so I can see all of you Happy ordered.. So you complied and did as you were told.. As you turned around to go to the top of the bed Happys eyes grow big seeing that you were completely naked and your ass on full display..Holy shit baby doll, you look so good wish I was there Hap said with anger in his voice.. Me too y/n said with a pout. Well we have skpe so lets try this and when you get home you can get the real thing and you better not be getting any of the croweaters either y/n said getting a little jealous.. Nah baby you are the only one that gets to ride me and my bike. Happy laughing at how jealous your getting.. I better be you moaned slipping one finger in and curving it to make it hit you g spot.. Now thats what Im talking about babe Happy said while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.. He was already hard just seeing you play with youself..He was rubbing himself while you were adding a second finger will rubbing her clit.. I can't wait to bend you over and slap that fine ass for playing with your self with out permison little girl happy said about to cum.. Hehe sorry Daddy Im such a bad dirty little girl, you can punish me all you want when you come home Hap, you say about to cum ..Oh daddy please make me cum you begged..Not yet little one happy said grunting...You two was in so much pleasure that y'all didnt hear Tig yell for Happy that church was in five minutes...Please Hap can I cum please y/n asked. Yes oh god Y/N yes Happy said cumming making a mess all over the computer. Oh Happy harder you said throwing your head back with ecstasy.. Just as you and Happy were coming down from your high.. Tig burst in yelling at Happy... Come on Hap we got- oh whats going on here? Having video sex with out inviting me Tig said laughing while whistling and giving Happy a thumbs up.. Hey can I join come on brother Tig said unzipping his pants..Get the crap out Trager you said as Happy was trying to stand in the way of the computer and trying to cover hisself up.. Tig you need to learn how to f'en knock you idiot Happy said getting his pants on..Just as Happy was buckling his pants yelling at Tig. Tig flashed his dick.. That was a very unsuspected surprise that turned your stomach.. Well you need to learn how to lock the freaking door Lowman y/n said Oh she's mad now got to go Tig bolted out the door zipping his pants up .. Sorry baby thought I locked it must of been detracted by your gorgeous body Happy said puting on his kute.. Well Tig just flashed me and it was gross but thank Juice for me for teaching you but now I have to teach you how to lock a freaking door, i can't believe Tig the pig saw me naked y/n said a little embarrassed. What? He did what I'll kick his ass. If he says anything to anyone or teases you about it he'll be buried six feet under ground that the earth can incinerate his sorry ass Happy said jokingly, but can you blame him, you do have a great body happy said proudly. Well Mr.Lowman this is one body you won't be seeing for awhile so I hope Tig is worth it y/n said getting dressed. It's kinda funny.. No it's not Hap, your brother and a guy that I have to see every day saw your old lady naked yea Happy its so funny. You just stuck up your middle finger and kissed it.. Now come baby that ain't fair hap said.. Well life ain't fair Lowman. You were pissed at Tig now your old man was bugging you.. Well that took a turn that I didn't see coming Happy said rubbing his head. I'll see you when you come home until then that stays in your pants and we need to have a little talk about locking doors and not laughing when someone sees your woman in a compromising position y/n said pointing at his pants..    Whatever you say doll, you'll want me as soon as you see me getting off my bike Happy said confidentially..Maybe your right y/n smiled..I have to get going before one of the others come in here Happy said aggravated..I love you Happy..I love you too Y/N..Come home safe old man..will do little girl.. Happy walked out and just as you were about to end the call you heard Happy yell at Tig.. Yo Tig your a dead man you flashed my bitch and now I'm in the dog house thanks to you so now you can't get any until y/n comes around.. She'll come around just get her in the shower that should do the trick and well you should've invited me to your little video sex party Tig laughed making Happy even angrier that he isn't getting any sex.. He was right tho shower sex with Happy was the best and that was a for sure thing to video.. You just laughed and thought god I love that man and I love this club, life was perfect.. Until Daddy comes home its going to get even better.. HeHe 

This is my very first imagine and I hope you like it.. I was nervous to post it but here it is .

So if you have any pointer or comments or even negative words bring it.. I might be open to some change

I don't own any of the sons of anarchy characters just like to use them as my puppets for my own imagination

Thanks enjoy

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Credit to David Labrava