#val backstory

[vennalyrion96]

Title: The Voluptuous Martyrdom of the Apostate

Chapters: ?

Fandom: Outlast (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Underage

Relationships: Val (Outlast)/Original Character(s) | Sullivan Knoth/Other(s) | Sullivan Knoth/Anna Lee | Sullivan Knoth & Marta

Characters: Original Characters | Val (Outlast) | Sullivan Knoth Marta (Outlast) | Corgan (Outlast) | Blake Langermann | Lynn Langermann | Laird Byron | Nick Tremblay | Heretics (Outlast) | The Scalled (Outlast) | Ethan (Outlast) | Anna Lee (Outlast)

Additional tags: Body Horror, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture, Psychological Drama, Psychological Horror, Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape, Blasphemy, Cousin Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Half-Sibling Incest, Uncle/Niece Incest, Religion, Parent-Child Relationship, Pregnancy, Infanticide, Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Romance, Tragic Romance, Arranged Marriage, Bullying, Mental Instability, Trauma, Masturbation, Gender Dysphoria, Misogyny, Torture, Mutilation, Self-Harm, Religious Fanaticism, Murder, Murder Family, Manipulation, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Dreams and Nightmares, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Domestic Violence, Forced Orgasm, Forced Masturbation, Forced Relationship, Obsessive Behavior, Self-Hatred, Explicit Language

Summary:

Temple Gate. A special and immaculate place surrounded by the wild nature of the Havasupai reservation, appointed by God Himself for the gathering of people guided by His new Ezekiel Sullivan Knoth. A place where time seems to have stopped and where leading a simple life consecrated to humbleness and obedience, waiting for the Judgement Day to come, is the key to touch the eternal bliss of Heaven with your own hands and to benefit the light provided by the Lord and His angels. But at what cost? How far can a person with such a noble and challenging intent go? What dark and mysterious secrets lurk behind the Sullivan Knoth's personal Garden of Eden?

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New Outlast 2 fanfic! 🤗 I've been planning it for 5 long years at this point, but finally I managed to publish the prologue (maybe a bit too long, but still... 😅) and that makes me so proud 💪 I'm already writing the first chapter and I can't wait to show it to you ❤️ The story will be extremely long, as it's a sort of horror soap opera and concerns the countless events that took place in Temple Gate before Blake and Lynn's arrival according to both canonical sources and my headcanons, but in any case I hope you'll appreciate it 😁

[luposlipaphobya]

Falling in love with an outer god

(Just wanted to imagine what it’d look like if Mel took a draconic form in front of Lazuli. I guess it’d be more voidy and nightmarish in game cause of the Fallen Aasimar of the Awful Deep thing, but let’s just say that Mel could also be related to a golden dragon who was also Pelor’s favorite so… 👀 I wanted to try a fairytale/medieval vibe here, kinda happy with how it turned out! Melisande belongs to @the-nothing-maker ❤️)

[velvet-games]

random (probably ooc) character dynamic ideas

[valtsv]

we don't know what VAL was like before she became VAL, and therein lies the tragedy of her, but something that eats at me is that what we do know of her life doesn't suggest that she was much better off before. i don't doubt that part of her motivation for joining the war effort was probably rooted in that hateful, ignorant patriotism that hurts everyone and everything it touches; misguided faith in the propaganda she was sold, and perhaps even a capacity for cruelty that already lay festering within long before her transformation. but she volunteered. she wasn't a soldier returning to the active duty she'd trained for. and even if she didn't know that she'd have her personhood flayed from her to make room for a god of lies, she knew she was signing up for war. and happy people, those who are genuinely content with their lot on life, aren't generally in a hurry to throw that all away to serve on the front lines. we hear in the podcast about how even the truly desperate are more afraid of conscription than of going hungry. which begs the question of how utterly miserable the woman who became VAL must have been, how desperately alone, to see signing up as her only way out.

[aimasup]

throws up my hands in mock resignation but also a hint of frustration Okay Valentino is a cool villain I guess

He's like. Genuinely unsettling. Wish the show struck a better balance with his character sometimes (like sometimes when he's onscreen I have to skip over because I feel queasy and sometimes he's so unsubtle he feels more like a prop than a guy who's going to be a Huge Deal in s2)

[reborrowing]

They could get out. He hadn't bothered to seal them in, they could clear that jump. But could they find a way off the shelf before he came back? Could they actually get away? He'd stripped them of their gear and left it out of reach on the distant floor below. Val had learned long ago not to waste an escape route unless they were sure it could lead them all the way to safety. If he caught them running, he'd be even angrier than he already was and Val could be sure he'd never make the same mistake of leaving them in an open container again. Zee would come looking for them. Wouldn't she? She had in the past when Val went missing, when her friend had...Val swallowed. Not a good time for that memory. Zee would be mad about the botched run, but she would find them again, save them again. Val looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, almost hopeful, as if their thoughts could have summoned her for a rescue. But no, not yet.

are you even having fun if you're not inflicting trauma on your ocs

[saintberceuse]

"Omg Alastor, Vox, and Adam all getting redeemed would be the best thing ever! I mean it would really go to show how anyone can become good no matter what they've been through!"

Okay, but ... Lilith, Sera, and Lute all being 100% evil is fine.

[strelitzien-gewaechs]

oc-tober day 5 (re-designed oc)

i made the og character when i was 2016 or 17, she never really had any personality i just really enjoyed drawing sun/moon aesthetics (still an aesthetic i adore)

[cruelplatonic]

ruminating on 'the vees died despondent nobodies' thoughts

velvette interrogates vox after she hears him give various conflicting and bombastic accounts on air. a selection of these include: blew his brains out on live television, administered the death penalty for killing his "bitch wife," a tragic accident involving two shetland ponies, dubiously legal iranian yogurts, and a whole lot of cocaine. the actual cause was shockingly ordinary- a heart attack in front of the television, alone, his corpse only recovered after two weeks passed. he was watching a game show and his last mortal regret was never even learning who won, because he died during the commercials.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

I had too much fun working on these shirts with @veegeealvarez!!

That's why there's 42 colors 🤣

[haliaiii]

uhhh oc comic abt Val or something

bonus

[sweetsmollthings]

Ok so with my post about external shrinking triggers I did keep thinking on it more and wrote something……

Contains: shrinking in spurts, triggered by keywords; shrinking to about 5’3”; shrinking to about 3’6”; shrinking to 3”; an almost-kidnapping; a rescue; fear and angst; probably inaccurate grocery store things (because the author has never worked in customer service jobs)

“Ah—!”

Paige jolted, then looked towards the neighboring cashier. “Val? Are you—?”

“Don’t talk to me,” Val snapped, yanking out her earbuds much too fast (which she clearly regretted, judging from how she winced) and fumbling with her phone. Paige faintly heard a snippet of whatever she was listening to (something about miniatures?) before she finally managed to turn it off.

Paige frowned. The brusque attitude wasn’t unexpected—in all the time they had worked together, Val had always avoided talking to coworkers and customers alike, pointedly keeping her earbuds on to drown out everybody else. She probably took the late night shift to interact with as few people as possible (which, fair); even so, Paige would have liked some appreciation. She considered leaving her alone as requested.

…But the way that Val curled up, clutching her phone tight, breathing much too fast, was too concerning to ignore.

“Hey,” Paige said softly, moving closer. “Deep breaths, alright? Let’s calm down—wait, why are you so short??”

Maybe that was a strange thing to focus on for what was clearly a panic attack, but when someone was a whole head shorter than they should be, how could you not comment on it?

And, when someone got even shorter right before your eyes, could you blame a person for getting derailed? “Wha— huh??? What??? You—“

“Shut up,” Val hissed, shooting out a hand to presumably cover Paige’s mouth, but clearly misjudging the distance because she ended up bopping Paige on the chin instead. Her short sleeves billowed with the movement. Her other hand held a now too-big shirt to her chest. “Just—go away! I’m taking a break—“ Val suddenly grabbed her pants in the middle of turning around, stopping them from falling. Paige saw her ears go red.

“I, um,” Paige stuttered, then wordlessly retreated to her cash register and tried to be normal about this. Don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare…

It was impossible. Paige snuck a glance and startled, at first thinking that Val had gotten even smaller, but no. She was just crouching down. Hiding, probably.

Paige hesitated, then reached over to turn off Val’s checkstand light.

After a very quiet half hour, Val stood up again. Full height, this time. She glared at Paige. “Don’t say a word. To anyone.”

Paige nodded. (Not like anybody would believe her.) “So…about all that…”

But Val was already plugging in her earbuds, back to tuning out the world.

…Well. Probably best not to pry.

-

After that incident, Val seemed to put extra effort into avoiding Paige at all costs. Which wasn’t difficult, especially since Paige decided to not pursue the many questions she had. Whatever happened, it wasn’t any of her business. Maybe it never happened in the first place. Maybe she had been dreaming or delirious—never mind that she had felt totally awake—after all, shrinking was obviously impossible.

The unspoken arrangement worked out well. At least until one day, passing by the bathroom door, someone grabbed Paige’s arm.

Screeching, she swung a fist towards the offender and only hit the door (ow). As she nursed her hand, she actually looked at the door and saw Val peeking from behind it. At a much lower angle than she should be. Like, way lower. “Change the song,” she begged, which was…sorta creepy, actually.

“Huh?” Paige said, still trying to reconcile Val’s current impossible height and shift in demeanor.

“On the PA, stupid!” she hissed. (Ah, there we go.) But it turned into a whimper as, all of a sudden, she shot down a few inches. Above them, the speakers cheerfully sang, “a little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by my side…”

“R-right! Hang on,” Paige said, running to the office. Somehow, she managed to make it before the chorus ended.

When she ran back, the bathroom door was closed again. She knocked. “It’s me. Are you…okay?”

The only answer was a clumsy click as the door opened again. Val peeked out, definitely much shorter. Child-sized, even. She clearly had to reach up for the door handle and looked miserable about that fact. “Thanks,” she mumbled. Then, “I need you to help me home.”

Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, Paige crouched down. “Can’t you just grow back? You did last time.”

“It’s past midnight,” Val explained bitterly. “I’m stuck like this for now. Just get me home. You have a car, don’t you? It’s just a…quick drive.”

“But my shift isn’t over,” Paige said, then realized how ridiculous that was in this context. “Um. Okay. Just…follow me, I guess.”

Val opened the door a little wider and waddled out, hefting a bundle of what seemed to be almost all her clothes—thankfully, she still had a dress on. That is, her shirt, which was long enough to be a dress. Or rather, she was small enough for it to be a dress. The bundle looked like it would explode out of her arms and Paige briefly considered offering to hold it for her, but then decided that would be too weird.

“I’m gonna just quickly check the carts,” Paige told the manager, who just waved her off, not even looking up from his phone. Val padded behind her on bare feet, ducking her head even though she really didn’t need to. She couldn’t be seen over the register even if she stood up straight.

It was as quick a drive as Val said, just across the street and around the corner. Completely walkable, under normal circumstances. But under abnormal circumstances, Val needed to be helped in and out of the car and escorted to the steps. She couldn’t even unlock the door on her own. Val didn’t say a word the whole time, not even a thank you before shutting the door in Paige’s face.

-

So clearly, for whatever reason, Val shrunk any time she heard any word that meant “small” and grew back at midnight, like some sort of bizarre Cinderella. Her general demeanor made a lot more sense now. Why be friendly with people if conversations were a landmine for triggering a…curse? Probably a curse. This seemed pretty curse-like.

Being privy to this secret didn’t afford Paige any exemption to Val’s antipathy, though. It did afford her a lot more requests for help, and while she did understand that she was probably the only one who could help (since the cat was out of the bag anyways), it was sort of getting stressful, considering that most of the requests involved sneaking her out of work. Sometimes when she wasn’t even that small.

“Can’t you get noise-cancelling headphones or something?” Paige asked tersely on one of their secret drives.

Val looked at her, surprised. Even after their arrangement began, they never really exchanged words during the drives. It was just a given that they should be done in silence. After a long pause, she tugged at her shirt (which wasn’t even that baggy this time) and replied, “They hurt after a while. And it’s not like they work perfectly.”

“It’s better than nothing. I can’t keep doing this for you, I’ll lose my job.”

Val glared hard at the glovebox. “Okay. Got it,” she said coldly, sending a twinge of guilt through Paige. But really, it was unreasonable to ask her to do this. She wasn’t in the wrong here. Val should be figuring out how to handle this herself.

-

“Who’s that?”

Paige blinked, coming out of her automatic check-out mode, and looked at where the shopper pointed. “Huh? Val?”

The shopper nodded. “Thanks. I don’t need a receipt.”

“Alright,” Paige said slowly. That…was a little weird, right? Should she tell Val? But it’s been pretty awkward ever since their last conversation. And she could handle herself. She should handle herself, really. Paige wasn’t her keeper.

When their shift ended, Paige got into her car and headed home—her home, not Val’s. Which, of course, was how it should be. It was late. She needed some sleep before class. They weren’t friends.

…

Sighing heavily, Paige turned around and drove back to the road she had grown so familiar with, peering ahead for any sign of a person on the empty sidewalks. As she approached Val’s house, her headlights caught a lone figure, crouching close to the ground, over a pile of clothes—

Paige quickly parked, launched herself out of her car, and punched the shopper from before in the solar plexus. In one fluid motion, she scooped up the clothes and retreated, jumping back in (and knocking her head on the top of her car, ow), and slamming the door behind her—wait, was Val even in the clothes? She couldn’t feel her weight, did she drop her? Paige tore at the bundle of clothes in her lap and yes, she could see a small form squirming around, thank god—

The shopper suddenly slammed a hand on her window and she screamed, dropping Val in the cupholder and slamming on the gas. She didn’t stop until fifteen minutes later, when it was pretty clear there was no car following her. She pulled to the side of the road. “Okay, pretty sure we’re good,” she announced. “Let’s get you out of—“

The tiny hand that slapped at her fingers when she reached into the cupholder barely registered, but Paige flinched back anyways. As the adrenaline wore off, she became aware of soft crying.

And with that came the extra awareness of how…small Val was at the moment, the smallest she’d ever seen her. So small that she fit in a cupholder. So small, she could easily be whisked away.

“I-I’ve never—it’s never been th-this bad before,” Val managed between sobs, tripping over her self-censorship. “Wh-what if I don’t grow back this time?”

“I mean, you always grow back, right? No reason that’ll change. You’ll be normal again in…” …twenty-two hours.

Paige flinched as the wailing just grew louder. Not by much. Being just a few inches tall affected your volume, as it turns out.

“…Want to go to my place?” Paige offered meekly. Neither of them brought up the obvious fact that Val couldn’t stay at her own place. Possibly couldn’t ever go back, considering that her would-be kidnapper knew where she lived.

The cupholder gave no answer other than more weeping. So Paige just quietly drove home.

[locria-writes]

why is the first trashman male lead i write after my nice good boy spree so....lacklustre? bitch doesn't even have enough trauma for a freudian excuse, nor does he have any real beef to explain his behaviour. he's literally a lukewarm mess for no reason other than vibes

[harrowscore]

there's something about peake's writing style that reminds me of susanne clarke's in jonathan strange & mr norrell - the sophisticated humour, maybe - which i love. also, imo you can easily see he was an artist because his descriptions, the way he weaves words, are like exquisite paintings... it's fascinating how his love for art conflates in his writing too

[endervention]

ahrhgjghjrhrjhjhjhjvhg <- [ NORMAL ]

[savingsallow]

7 for Val

hey there, mate! thank you for asking ♡

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The reason behind why Val wasn't able to join Hogwarts until the 5th year was because she was actually considered a 'Squib' back then. This particular reason stirred several dramas in her family. Given that she's part of the House of Black did not help (a part of her that she's not proud of, btw). Even if she was brilliant as a kid, yet she never really displayed any signs of magic that could get her admitted to Hogwarts. She was almost disowned because of it but was sent to a muggle boarding school instead. Until an accident happened in her boarding school that she unknowingly caused that time. Little did she know that she was the reason for the fire that destroyed her dormitory. This event marks the birth of her actual magical ability. Then BAM, this is where the canon events begin—the acceptance letter, the training with Professor Fig, etc.

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— i hope this you enjoyed reading this! ✨️