#the outlast trials

[mrazarix]

I just love this sadist fuck-o

[finnishkissa]

THAT not little 😭

My crusty little white dog

[grimeonadime]

[rottingchapel]

The pinup pole has spoken. Dental assistant Gooseberry be upon you

[namppy]

I wanted to draw something more daring... And I don't regret it, I loved it!

I hope you like it (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

[scalpelsister]

Amelia Collier The Outlast Trials (2024)

[nicktremblaywayfu]

My friend Sin made this for Eddie, so I made one for Danny

Just a lil baby. Gibe him his baby ruth and his wifeyy

[zeorigir]

im crying

[nereeitor]

haiii im super shy but i love ur art so so SO much, if ur still doin ocs, could u do my prime asset lady Honey?

*holds her gently 🤲💕

[sir-twitcher]

Calloway ‘Siegfried’ Darling - Prime Asset OC

Calloway was born in Germany, and grew up with his father after his mother passed during labour. His father was an underground doctor, claiming that he was ‘doing good for those who couldn’t afford it’ and Calloway being only young at the time, saw nothing wrong with this. In fact he envied his father. He was fascinated with the human body after watching countless operations done by his father. At around the age of fifteen they moved to New York, where Calloway’s love for music started to grow. He basically grew up in the theatre, particularly falling in love with classical music. It gave him a sense of power whenever he heard it. And so he enrolled at a music school for the naturally gifted. Music made him someone. Without it he was just ‘the back-alley doctor’s sissy son’. He knew he was destined for greatness. He was going to show them. Even if it meant getting a little messy.

Twelve years pass and Calloway’s father has finally been caught for all the illegal operations he does. On the night that the police were meant to collect him, all they could find were rooms and rooms filled to the brim with classical instruments. And amongst them, Calloway. He tells the officers he hasn’t seen his father, but rather suspects he’s gone on the run to avoid being arrested. The police don’t see anything that sticks out so they leave. What they didn’t know was that Calloway’s father was right there the whole time. Just a little scattered. His head in the tuba, his body stuffed into the piano, his hands ready at the violin. Calloway wasn’t going to let his father’s stupidity drag him down. He was in his prime now.

Another ten years goes by and Calloway is at the top. His blood, sweat and tears has brought him to this very moment. His name in lights, his face on posters and billboards. His live orchestras are the best in town. Many people like to joke that it’s due to his unusually elongated fingers on his right hand. They say he doesn’t need his baton. He was born to do this. God chose him. He always lets that comment get to his head. He loved the power he got when he was conducting. He was in control. Until the curtains dropped that was. He knew he needed more. The instruments never sounded right. They never had that rawness he was searching for. It needed a more ‘human’ touch. And no, not a singer. Nothing could ever be that easy.

‘The sound a human body makes is more sweeter than any instrument in the world. A guttural scream is much better than anything a trumpet could do. I can make you beautiful, I can make you sound perfect.’

Turning humans into his instruments was what he craved. That’s what he’s been needing. And thanks to his father, he knew just how to do that. He knew that no one would truly understand his image. A maestro with ‘living instruments’ wasn’t a thing. That was just a mad man. Calloway would make the people see his vision. One way or another.

Calloway’s appearance is a mess between a bunch of different instruments. Piano keys lodged in his head. Harp strings attached to the side of his torso and the underside of his arm. He has a violin bow sticking out his leg and the classic f hole carved into his leg. And of course you can’t forget the trumpet hanging from the bandages clinging to his tux. He believes he’s one with the instruments. And will mainly use his baton to end his victims.

‘Music is a labyrinth with no beginning and no end, where mystery remains eternal’

(Forgive me if anything is grammatically wrong I’ve been so tired lately 😞)

[vekan-redgrave]

please commission me, i can draw

[oatsa-the-humanoid]

Bad Boy (Franco Barbi)

[spirikez]

Eyes. He is fun to draw. Good practice too. I can also take outlast drawing requests if y'all wish for it.

[raines-here-lol]

I'm actually loosing my mind because of Henrietta and Dorris. Henrietta is surviving because she wants the comfort, love and warmth from her Dorrie again and Dorris believes she'll die the same way like she believes that Henrietta did. And it's like... It's absolutely destroying me. The way Dorris spoke of Henrietta was like she was reminiscing of her and Henrietta is just waiting for her down there and AHHHH 😭

I swear if the events ends and the next update comes some day and a file will have any sort of mention of Henrietta being found and killed, I will travel to Canada, go to Red Barrels and cause havoc. I want the two to see eachother again PLEASE!!!!

[rottingchapel]

Is it just me or is this new my little pony gen really weird…..like why is there an Italian pony that keeps saying fuck???? I thought this was a kids show??.?? My little sister was so freaked out man

[summerlyewe]

When i was little, the other children never looked for me.

I won't be so cruel,

i'll find every last of you.

(art for Horror Game Ask)