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DNA - What was your Muse's home life like?

Before the unending isolation in Mount Massive, Rick lived in an open floor-plan studio refurbished from an old mill. Upper floors, probably the third. He kept a variety of teas in his cabinets, and his favorite place in the flat was the kitchen. It was the cleanest room of his home.

There was always order. Specific things had specific places, A vase filled with twigs and red ferns near the door, the couch pillows each had a partner they nestled up against in the crook of the couch's cushions. Not a picture frame was ever out of place. In Richard's eyes, his home was the one thing he knew he could control, and he felt content in that thought.

He preferred to not have company over, unless he felt desperately alone. More drugs for him, he justified. The rare occasions he'd have someone over were the quiet, late nights when everyone in the city was asleep. He needed to feel some sort of connection to what he was, after all. Drugs can't mend a person-sized hole in your heart. As life before the engine had it, Richard could never hold onto one person for long enough. He was too messy, she was too loud, he wanted too much cocaine, they wanted to 'Fix Him'--- the list of Not Right People didn't seem to have an end for Rick. Eventually, his days began to bleed together during the florescent blindness of the asylum, and his home became a sore memory of another love lost.

As sore as the more recent memories were of Richard's apartment, the home he shared with his family gushed like a stuck pig if he poked it, and he abandoned that light before it could die out first. He remembers only the fun he'd made with his sister when they were children. That haven is half of the reason he has any concept of his current self at all. A treehouse he and his sister made of twigs and rope felt sturdier than the insured, two-story home his parents owned at the end of a cul-de-sac.

He blocks out the recalling of them, but often will have nightmares of terrible arguments his parents would have, and the terror would take form of the subject they'd fight about; another man or woman usually overbearingly affectionate towards Rick and his sister, a devil or dead man with coins over his eyes and gold nuggets falling from his sleeves, whipping sounds would crack and disorient Rick, blind him, even... It wasn't ever alright.

A horrid memory will creep its way into his mind's eye from time to time, when he and his sister found a lake that buoyed a corpse towards them, all bloated and foul. He dared his sister to touch the corpse, and after her crying and refusing, he pushed his sister onto the corpse. He vividly remembers how he felt when he did it. Frustrated, cynical, bitter. His sister would crawl back onto her feet after getting soaked and pushing the corpse's head into the murkiness below the water, and like a light switch, Rick snapped into the reality of what he'd done. Tears flooded his eyes, and he grabbed his sister up, apologizing profusely. The relationship would never be the same, but she expressed forgiveness the night Richard left his parents' home.

That night was muggy. Cicadas and beetles chirped outside, hiding the back door opening and closing. Rick woke his sister up, and took her to the treehouse they made together. The tweens shared a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey, as Richard told her his plan of leaving, and he swore. He swore he'd find her and whisk her away to another treehouse he'd make just for them. He kissed her on the forehead, and they hugged for a long time. It was the last time they would share a bottle of whiskey. This, he reminds himself, I will always remember.

If you write for Richard Trager, could you do some hcs for him with a quiet or timid s/o?

Richard Trager x Timid!Reader Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Toxic relationship (but not as much as it realistically would be), Mention of small injuries, Very slight sexual content, Gender neutral reader

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Oh, I feel sorry for you. No matter how much he likes you, you're not going to get away from his sadism that easily.

He'll figure out ways to get you out of your shell. Annoying you until you speak up? Yes. Scaring you to get a loud reaction out of you? Definitely. Putting you in frightening situations on purpose? No doubt.

The asylum is already terrifying as it is, but he'll intentionally lose you to freak you out. However, there is no need to worry, this sadist makes sure you're safe while he gives you a panic attack.

Rick is willing to go as far as cutting you. It's never anything serious or lethal, just nicks and scratches, to see how you react. Your little squeals and yelps greatly amuse him.

He is also quite touchy-feely. A hand on your hip here, a brush of his fingers on your chest there. He gets major enjoyment out of your flustered self.

It's also common for him to try to get a reaction out of you by verbal means. Dirty comments about your body, teasing jabs regarding your timidness.

These things don't mean he doesn't like you the way you are, he just wants to push you as much as he can, it's the doctor in him.

He quite enjoys your quiet personality, actually. You're his little piece of heaven in this insanity, the only thing to make him calm.

No idea why this made me wanna write it so fast lol

sorry if it's short

i dunno if we’re allowed to share HCs but uh!in another world where Trager also went after men, ithink hed continue to pursue miles and pester him with awful pickup lines and catcalling until miles eventually decks him in the face. isk i just really like the idea of miles beating him up lol dude deserves it

You are very allowed to share your HCs here, thank you so much! You don't know how bad I want to see Rick getting some punches (smiling and crying emoji)

you can not anwser, if this is out of pocket for you, but i was wondering do you see du'met being in knifeplay? doing it to charlie? can it be mutual?

aw don’t fret! i do like being asked stuff. i mean, it kinda pushes me to think about things, that i might have not thought about before. and overall, it’s a pretty fun question, actually! 

but mmm, i must say, that i very rarely indulge in scenarios, where the characters are fully-aware and/or normalize their kinks. i’d rather they’d either be very unsuspecting, that it’s a kink at all or be like jesus, so embarrassing, must not ACT on it!! why i’m like this!!? *clears throat* i guess, you can say, that i’m not really into ‘kinky freaks’, who embrace these urges/desires with wit and by-the-book knowledge. it isn’t always like this clearly, but i tend to love more ‘random’ and self-explanatory set ups, when the characters sorta dab into it, not knowing any better, or not even knowing what makes them want/do that in the first place. it’s more of a personal fav/pref, than anything else tho. bc already 'established' kink can be fun too. like one of such examples might be richard trager (the outlast), who is kinda canonically have a medical kink/obssessed with it. he's just that kind of dude. a sort of a person, who had always low-key sexualized his sadism. like fingers, tongue, balls part was pretty telling, if y’know what i’m referring to lol. so he would love to mix his ‘gross’ interests with sex, clearly. but like literally every other character, who i wrote is just not on the same mindplane as good ole rick, haha. they might have a kink, but they’re so clueless about it, that you can’t even call them out. and tbh, i don’t see du’met being any different from this, either. 

i don’t think, that he sexualizes his ‘art’. or his weapons. or that he even thinks about sex even remotely, when he kills and ‘creates’. i assume, that he always felt some kind of latent lust, when he killed men, esp the first ones. but it was so in ‘the back’, so inferior compared to his ‘study’, and to the act of murder in itself. like, i can’t see him mixing harm and sex intentionally is what i’m saying. but it is fun to think about him accidently doing it with/to charlie and then, being kind of confused about what he feels. but unlike the other times, it’s no longer a mere shiver in the background, it’s so present and real. that he’d be taken aback, bc this never happened before. and it’s illogical. he dislikes stuff, that can't be broken in 'math', haha. so i assume, that he won’t do it again (whatever it would be) right away, bc he has to analyze it first, make sense of it. naturally, he won’t be able to, haha. and naturally, he would do it again, using some sort of inner excuse, that he has to be sure or smth. i can’t help, but imagine, that he will do it with such a hilarious level of pragmatism too, like he’s in a science class and not trying to figure out his own urges. meanwhile, charlie will be just profoundly confused on wtf this even is lol. like, i do agree with some other folks on hc, that charlie is kinda a total virgin lol. but i also hc, that du’met (hector munday) is the nearly same way lmao. i think, that he barely has any ‘experience’ over charlie in that regard. so for them, it’s like a teenagers-inside-their-bedroom-and-hands-on-weird-places kind of thing, haha. when u have no idea what to do, but is eager to do smth at least. 

now, specifically for knifeplay, i can actually only see it happening & taking place as you placed it ‘mutually’. maybe, you meant smth different there, but as i took it - is that charlie would be kinda into it too. and this, might or rather, it would be what could kickstart it. charlie's weird reaction. the reason why i think this, is bc if charlie enjoyed it, he would have had a different response to it compared to when a normal person is being cut. du’met is a sadist. but it’s not sexual for him. he just loves, when someone/smth in pain, he doesn’t jerk off to it lol. but if he’ll cut charlie and he whines, but then also softly moans or smth, du’met would pause and be like huh, that’s…odd. charlie’s unusual display is most likely will be the very thing, that would make him curious and even attentive to it. in a fucked up way, this is almost like a positive interaction for du'met. a bonding activity. and for charlie, it’s banally intense. always going to be, bc he can’t be too trustful of du’met’s ability to hold himself back. but it’s part of it. as well, as realization, that du’met actually do try to control himself, when he’s with charlie like this. 

but tbh, i’m also a bit bias here. toward knives and light ‘harm’, that can turn very bloody, if you’re not careful. and for charlie’s sake, du’met better watch his hand and how steady it is. but speaking of ‘mutual’ experience here, i can picture du’met prompting charlie to do it to him too, like cut him, mostly for ‘science’, to see if he will ‘enjoy’ it like charlie does. and charlie will end up doing nothing and prob sobbing, bc he’s a wimp lmao. like most people would have used this situation to actually wound du’met, and charlie will be a mess. he can’t do it. which if funny in a way, bc du’met clearly have a very high tolerance to pain, prob ‘thanks’ to his mother. charlie, on other hand, more of a crybaby in that regard, but he can take a lot of abuse, and can even sustain it with these little noises, when it’s du’met who inflicts it. and for du'met it’ll be puzzling. but also thrilling. he’s the one, who causes it after all. just him. and this is too just for him. the same thing, is on charlie’s side. he’s the only person, who survives the touch of du’met’s knife over and over. like. there won’t even be a scar, bc he’s that careful, really. 

*reads it over* and this is prob where i’ll stop, or i won’t shut up and will go even futher with this. 

hello outlast enthusiasts here’s a list of some ridiculous headcanons i’ve compiled about rick trager. he’s fucking hilarious

(in doubt assume this is pre morphogenic engine so he still has hair)

- has a tramp stamp. shows it off wherever and whenever

- got it bc he lost a competition with jeremy (who could fire the most interns in a single week. rick got 15 jeremy got 23)

- has a dick piercing. no particular elaboration needed on this one. look at that don and tell me he doesnt. i’ll wait

- watches asmr roleplay videos

- wears a silk robe to bed bc it “feels better” but mostly to be pretentious

- listens almost exclusively to 70s disco. part of the reason pauline hated their “date” was bc when they went to his place he put hot stuff on on repeat

- is an avid rocky horror picture show fan. when he goes to see it he ALWAYS goes as riffraff. even when man had a full head of hair

- straight but had a brief time when he was like 15 when he questioned his sexuality (he watched rocky horror for the first time. nuff said)

- gets manicures every thursday after work (usually with jeremy)

- has a hawaiian shirt collection

- gets bitches

- can speak greek. i don’t think he’s greek or anything i just think when he was 14 he decided he wanted to learn a language “for fun” but mostly just to be pretentious

- had earrings when he was in college, took them out when he graduated bc they didn’t suit him (but kept the dick piercing?)

- didn’t like miles. not bc he was a journalist exposing murkoff or anything but bc he had hair that looked like rick’s pre engine and he was jealous 😔

so yeah, this is my HC where Blaire and Trager are pretty boys during their childhood but older cheeky guys do rude things to Jer so Rick tries to protect him or something. and then those sweet cinnamon rolls had their amazing transfiguration, heh. (in the last one pic they study in a college or an university and get their teachers bribed so The Bros can kick any asses they want).

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XXX - What's the most raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

In his heyday, Rick Trager wouldn't hesitate to share scenes of sexual conquest to any old body he wanted to impress. On a noticeably delirious day, the doctor would brag to his 'patients' that folks just couldn't get enough of his cock. He'd snort out an awful chuckle, and drone on with gross, intimate detail of how he'd pull whatever naive little bird he wanted.

All total horse-shit, of course. Trager kept his sexuality like a dragon's hoard, and would rarely allow himself to become as vulnerable as sharing his jewels with anyone who he couldn't read like a vacation brochure. An exception, however, wriggled her awful way into Richard's sex life before Wernicke's infernal machine could have the chance to fuck him.

When Marley fucking Hobgood arrived at Mount Massive, the buzzards flocked. She was an anomaly. Every doctor, every executive that tried to have their way with her (sexually, scientifically, micro-politically) had received a pushback tenfold, delivered personally by her hand. She was wrathful and cunning, quick-witted and unequivocally resourceful. A root which the doctor executive couldn't help but stumble over.

It began with biting dares. Quippy banter that a romantic only wishes they could recreate--- a villain, and the underdog runt which everyone cheered on. Daily visits proved that banter eventually died out, and once Marley caught on, Rick was the only executive she'd even let walk into the small cell, unscathed. She ate up his competitive, aggravating wit, and took it as a game --- an eventual ticket out of Mount Massive.

In October of 2010, a string of tedious, back to back meetings led Richard into staying late one night. Most employees had gone home, and this wasn't the first time Rick had fallen asleep at his desk. On nights prior, he'd take to the cell blocks, ripping away the privacy of night from any patient in house. Sometimes he would antagonize them, causing an entire block to awake in uproar. Even rarer, the doctor would call an escort to spirit away a rather unremarkable victim. The experiments began soon after Hobgood arrived.

This particular night, however, he wandered to Marley's cell. It was more or less a surprise in the groggy, hollow state Rick had been in, but here he was, nonetheless. The officer of this block wasn't around, and peeping inside, he noticed Marley's steady breathing. Having the keycard to most cell-blocks (thank you, Jeremy), the executive took the liberty of stepping inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

And the world outside was silenced. Richard's mind swirled with vertigo before the quiet breaths of Marley Hobgood awakened his dull, drowned out heart beat. In his white coat's breast pocket, the syringe filled with a black, thick liquid became sickeningly real. A bead of sweat fell from his head into his eye. It stung, as his fingers snaked their way into the breast pocket, and curled around the syringe in familiarity.

The months of challenging grins shared between the two flashed through his mind, and his heart beat faster as he stooped to Marley's side and injected the liquid slowly into her veins. The picture-perfect memory of her charming smile was erased as her eyes opened, centering immediately on Trager. Blood rushing into his ears, his lips meet Marley's. You have been the only solace in this hell, Richard thought, as the infection spread over her skin.

The kiss was not enough to save his conscience from this act, however, and so deeper he pushed. The elixir had stolen strength from Marley, and in her final refusal, she took the syringe from her neck and stuck the motherfucker in the eye. She collapsed as Trager recoiled, ripping the syringe from his eye. He threw it to the side of the room and after a strained groan, "bitch, I l o v e you! Yer just too goddamn fun t'leave alone!" He grabbed her face. With a mutated intrigue of disgust, curiosity, anticipation, he absorbed the phenomenon with his remaining eye as the parasite covered, inexplicably, half of her face. She blearily stared at him with an inkling of betrayal, and reached her hand to his face, "you don't love me."

Trager laughed contritely, "you're the only fuckin thing I love," and pressed himself against her, feeling the untainted softness of her skin against his lips, blood dripping hungrily down onto a smooth canvas from the eye Marley claimed as her own trophy.

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Made a lidl vibe for Rick... About 26 songs including Morrissey, Cake, and Depeche Mode all in one jumble.

i bet MONEY that rick trager has a tramp stamp. and i bet MONEY that he got it after he lost a bet with jeremy