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#the batman#riddler#battinson#jim gordon#twin peaks#I need to rewatch both#but is it Laura Palmer#are you Laura Palmer?
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little redesign practice ft james sunderland
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Chat Log Name : Love like a tidal wave
chat log description : After being Jokerized Bruce keeps you hidden, still trying to find a cure.
Online Users : Bruce Wayne, Jokerized Spouse! Reader
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!! CW : Second POV, OOC Bruce Wayne, descriptions of minor injuries. !!
Your fingertips traced the cushioned flooring that took the form of simple metal flooring. The blue light of the twitching fluorescent lights that would immediately retract into the ceiling if you would try to reach up to grab it.
The room was small and it was decorated to your likings. Your fingers grazed your lips, feeling the corner of a large band aid that had unstuck from the corner of your lips; uneven skin held stitches that had been torn off by your fingers before. Peeling off the large bandaids that made itself a home on your scarred cheeks, memories of the past seemed to sink its way back into your skin; the accident, the venom, the dazed days where destruction happened caused by your fingertips.
Calloused hands that carefully peeled your bloodied hands from your face, trembling eyes that looked up at him.
“Bruce,” you pleaded,”you’re back. Won’t you stay with me?”
His blue eyes softened and nodded, his hands that carefully sat you down on the single armchair and meticulously cleaned the blood from underneath your fingertips, stopping the bleeding from your face. His fingertips smoothed out the bumps from the newly placed bandaids on your cheeks.
“You’ll be alright,” he replied. “I will keep you safe this time, I’ll make sure of it.”
#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne x y/n#bruce wayne x batmom#dc x reader#short drabble#idk how to write anymore
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how are we feeling about first tmagp hiatus?
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sanguineterrain left this tag from my previous art post about bruce being 40s heartthrob coded and they are SO right!!!!!! can't stop thinking about it!!!!!
men don't know if they want to be him or own him
this man is a single mother
#bruce wayne#dick grayson#dc#fanart#he looks so good#please please please#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
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HOYLY SHIT
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Turns out you can use the healing rig while hiding.
I've been having fun with Trials.
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MESSAGE FOR ALL TMC FANS
Roughly an hour to 2 hours ago there was a post on Twitter calling out Alex Kister and things he did to friends and workers. The information given in through a 10,860 word (27 page) document going over people’s past interactions with him and things he’s done to them. No names are given. As stated before this was released an hour or two so not many people have seen it. It’s still best to spread the word. I will be posting the document here as well as the Twitter user who posted this. THERE ARE NO TWS TO THE DOCUMENT SO I WILL PROVIDE THEM.
This is all the information we have as of right now. We will have to wait for any updates (to come) but as of right now BE ADVISED.
TRIGGER WARNINGS!!
Manipulation, mention of sexual content, death/suicide threats, self harm threats, sexual harassment, hypersexuality, sexualization of non-con, interactions between adult and minor, brief sexualization of minor(s).
IF I MISS ANY TWS PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!! I haven’t yet finished the document so there might be some warnings I missed!!!!!!
https://x.com/stirringjuice/status/1767596954748383688?s=46
#the mandela catalogue#alex kister callout post#major tws stated in the readmore section!#mandela#tmc
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Hi, I love your writing!! If the bakery’s still open I’d like to order something for post-engine!Trager, a pumpkin cake with salted caramel frosting, in a blue box please :) Maybe something with a human reader he’s fascinated by or has captured, and maybe he’s comforting or taunting her about how she’s all his now? Thank you :)
— DELIVERED ORDER !
a/n : I’m glad that you love my writing!
A bounty went wrong. The dull dagger’s blade couldn’t cut through the net—your net, your scraped palms gripped on the net trying to cut and free yourself. Multiple attempts, surrounded by golden coins, unopened chests that held desirables that came from ancient tales, skeletons with cobwebs and rusted blades.
It—he wasn’t human, he had human like eyes; brown almost pitch black and empty. A thin slime coated his grayish skin seemingly that helped him stabilize in air, his waist held old stitches where his scaled tail began and the stitches on his right hand seemingly has a claw like hand that pierced a wriggling fish.
“You must be exhausted from trying to escape. Let’s take a break?” He sat down next to you. “The martini lunch, have a little confab.”
His eyes stared down at you and you could see your own reflection in his eyes. Time held no meaning, trapped in a net like a wriggling fish that only wanted to be in water instead caught by the predator with sharpened teeth. You didn’t dare to speak to him, he didn’t deserve your words. The metallic taste swirled through your mouth from begrudgingly eating the raw fish that he had placed next to you but it was surprisingly easy to eat from the net.
Thankfully, he was away. You extended your hand to grab one of the closest jeweled daggers that was wedged inside skeletal ribs. It died, the small sliver of hope finally died since you expected to see a blade staring back at you but instead you saw a broken dull blade with years of rust on it.
Your eyes looked over to the edge of the cave since splashing echoed throughout the cave and he had returned once more but empty handed with minor cuts on his scarred arm that held an armband with dried tubes that twisted his free hand, he sat down next to you again.
“Go on, run free.” His jagged lip grew into a sharp smile. “I’m in no hurry.”
The net that captured you was torn by his claw, you bolted to the edge but your legs didn’t budge. You pulled yourself, scraping pieces of exposed skin on the jagged cave floor, fingers almost touching the cold water of the ocean.
“What are you trying to do?” His wet hand grabbed your bloodied ankles, pulling you back to him. “I gave you a chance, didn’t I? You’d enjoy it if I got rid of those legs for a tail. Don’t worry, buddy. You’re in good hands, I’m a surgeon.”
#dr trager x reader#outlast x reader#the outlast series x reader#Richard Trager x reader#mermaid trager x reader#outlast trager x reader#outlast Trager x fem! reader#valentines event
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⇨ THE OUTLAST SERIES MASTERLIST
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OUTLAST
I’ll give you very special attention / Richard Trager
DELIVERED ORDER / Richard Trager
OUTLAST WHISTLEBLOWER
The smell of my love’s arbor / Eddie Gluskin
OUTLAST TRIALS
I know why society had no use for you / Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman
#outlast whistleblower x reader#outlast trager x reader#outlast eddie x reader#the outlast series x reader#outlast Eddie fanfiction#outlast x reader#the outlast trials x reader#outlast trials x reader#richard trager x reader#outlast-masterlist
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Cowboy🐮
#eddie gluskin#outlast#outlast fanart#Eddie Gluskin fanart#cowboy Eddie#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
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Eddie genderbend 🔥🔥 i'm insane homies
#outlast fanart#outlast whistleblower#i swear#i’m going to explode#I’m a normal person currently#not going on an outlast reblog marathon#truly scrumptious#scrumptious art#please please please
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Finished with my fav outlast characters <3
#outlast#outlast whistleblower#richard trager#miles upshur#walrider#rick trager#i’m going to explode#I’m going to eat this art rn#truly scrumptious
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The Groom. Eddie Gluskin from Outlast: Whistleblower. ♥
My Redbubble shop
My Society6 shop
#outlast#whistleblower#outlast whistleblower#eddie gluskin#the groom#the thing below#the man downstairs#outlast fan art#fan art#eddie my beloved#giggling and kicking my legs
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I loved what you wrote for Eddie!! I’d love it if you wrote something for Trager with a female reader!
Chat Log Name : I’ll give you very special attention
Chat log description: You have known Richard Trager since his fall from grace.
USERS : Richard Trager, Female! Reader
!! CONTENT WARNINGS : Trager is OOC, Canon-ish behavior of Murkoff. !!
Pre-mount massive Trager
Trager always had his eyes on you even if he was constantly inviting your coworkers to extravagant dinners that you could seemingly only dream of.
Multiple of your coworkers complained to you about feeling exhausted after being invited by Trager or waking up in the car ride home with closed incisions that they seemingly gained during the date but they couldn’t remember how they gained it. He got close, a bit too close for his own liking.
He knew that it wasn’t your fault, it was simply wrong place and wrong time. His eyes that once dissected every single movement and breath that you marked in his memory finally decided to look away. After all, it was just a harmless joke that Murkoff took seriously. He heard your voice trembling; repeating the same words like a broken record about how you didn’t need a voluntary stay in Mount massive but it was disagreed by more higher ups that you did. Nobody enjoys listening to a broken record.
He heard the commotion from his office, seeing how you were almost going to step a foot outside before being held back by guards and falling to your knees due to a dosage being injected and wheeled away in a gurney and restraints.
Mount massive Trager
Trager followed the bloody footsteps, the blood was fresher since it still had the red in the color. It seems to be—he looked back in boiling frustration, scratching his scarred scalp and sucked in a breath and returned to his patient that seemed to scream for his attention. So desperate, so needy for him.
He finished ‘discussing’ with the patient and decided to follow the once fresh footprints that lead him to the elevator lobby where he never expected to see the face of the broken record staring back at him and carrying the body of a rusted bucket filled with a mixture of blood and pieces of skin, fingers, and a scalp. You still wore the uniform that had been given, scars on your forearm from the morphogenetic engine.
He somehow managed to get you a room that was somewhat clean and didn’t have the occasional screaming patient from down the hall. You sat on the mattress with the rusted bucket still on your lap and looking at the cracks in the tile that soon soaked up with your blood from the cuts on your soles.
He couldn’t seem to spill any words to you and he finally got you here with him.
“I remember when you took me on a date.” You smiled. “It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”
“I n—it was,” he replied. “You in that outfit and the candlelights.”
Your eyes looked around the room but the constant screaming of a patient echoed throughout the hall and seeing him pinch his temple before excusing himself to deal with a patient.
Trager grumbled back holding the bottom of a broken alcohol bottle that still had enough for a small amount for two people. One for you and one for him but his somewhat heart dropped seeing the door of the room open. The homemade shears rested in his hand, his eyes scanned the room with the cracked glasses.
Rusted bucket turned over and revealed the inner contents of shards of glass, rocks, and dried leaves. You were nowhere to be found, you must’ve left the room but he knew the insides of his section. He heard your laughter echoing from the other side of the hall, leaving the broken bottle bottom on the cracked floor and running towards your laughter only for it to fade each time he got close to it; every time out of his grasp.
He panted, finally stopping the chase and hearing your laughter fade away down the hall. He walked the way back to the room where he left the broken bottle bottom only to see the contents of the rusted bucket and the bucket itself was gone.
#outlast x reader#the outlast series x reader#outlast Trager x reader#richard trager x reader#Outlast rick trager x reader#dr trager x reader
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