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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Wedding Day

Eddie Gluskin x fem!reader

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Warnings: literally all the things omg. Murder. Body parts being pulled apart adn changed and eddie is eddie who truly is mentally unwell. The reader goes along with it to stay alive. If you have played outlast than i can assume you know the whole vibe

Author’s Note: would i be remiss to say eddie my love or is that…that not cool

Summary: Would it be safer to stay with Eddie than to anger him?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The cannibal guy was the worst thing you had run into thus far. You knew you shouldn’t have even questioned Murkoff after the whole female ward was transferred. You shouldn’t have kicked up a fuss about the shady things that had gone on here but you did, because you thought you were getting the patients justice.

Now the patients were trying to kill you.

You were aware of the irony.

Frank Manera, the cannibal as you had dubbed him, had chased you through the incinerators until you lost him in the courtyard. You weren’t sure where you were now. The place was huge and it was a maze, each turn more disorienting than the last. You could only imagine actually working here. It was even harder to imagine being a patient, unsure of which way you were going, which place they were taking you in the muddled horror.

Murkoff had asked you in for an interview a couple of days ago and then you were a patient. It didn’t last very long, the breakout happening almost as quickly as you had been ‘admitted’. They made sure that you knew you were the only woman here, that whatever horrors happened to you you had asked for in your complaints.

You were in some sort of basement. There seemed to be two men muttering to themself, disputing about some argument. You had learned to stop listening to the patients. They usually never made sense. It just made you more scared in the long run.

You were slowly dissenting into the depths of the hospital but you would rather go down and back up than just keep going up.

“Silly!” a voice called. “I can hear you, in the walls! Rats in the walls!”

You breathed deeply, trying to slow your movements so that they wouldn’t be able to find where you were.

“Shut up!” another, deeper voice called. “If we give him to the groom, then we will be spared!” they hissed. Give him? The groom? You ducked and slid into what seemed to be stairs going to the basement. You started going down anyway and then jumped the last of the way, landing in a dark sewing area. You cleared your throat shakily, trying to find out where the hell you were. You walked over to one of the murky windows and tried to look out.

There weren't any differentiating things outside. Only trees. No roads, no courtyards, no cars. How far away were you from the front of the hospital?

“Darling?”

You jumped, turning on your heels at the sound of a deep male voice, wistfully speaking. It was one of the least technically threatening voices you had heard here but you still stood on guard. Out of the shadows came a man, extending a hand. He was wearing a makeshift tux, seemingly out of different uniforms.

He had already seen you. There was no point in running or dropping to the ground; he would catch you before you got too far. For the first time you were trapped in a corner. You thought about trying to fall through the window behind you but you knew it was reinforced, like every single other window here.

The man's face came into the view of the small amount of light. It illuminated the disfigurements on his face and his bloodshot eyes. You swallowed.

“What are you doing out here? It’s dangerous you know,” he suggested, smiling. You gripped the window sill as tightly as you could. He was coming closer.

“Who are you?” you questioned.

“You speak! I was starting to wonder,” he purred. He was only a few feet away from you. He noticed the look of your face and your body, something he hadn’t seen in a very, very, long time. “Oh.” His grin widened. “You won’t be needing any modifications.”

“Modifications?”

“You’re perfect.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re going to be late to our ceremony. I’m so glad I found you!” He grabbed your hand. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what his delusion of choice was.

The groom

His tux.

Darling?

You were his bride. That was what he believed.

And honestly, however terrifying that was, you were just beyond happy he didn’t want to eat you.

“What’s your name?” you asked, breathing out deeply.

“Eddie Gluskin. And yours darling?”

His hand was threatening, the one that rested beside you on the window sill. He was so close you could feel his breathing.

“Y/N.”

“Natural born perfection, Y/N.”

Without warning he scooped you up into his arms. You marveled at his strength for a moment, the moment after the fear ran through your body. Where was he taking you? What was he going to do?

“How did you get stuck in here darling? Tsk, tsk. It’s dangerous!” He seemed to know where he was taking you. There was no point in trying to fight him and all things considered, you would rather be a bride than be separated from your head.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

There was a loud crash down the hallway that you were passing by. You jumped, gripping his shoulder but Eddie remained stagnant, holding you securely. It felt sort of…nice to know that if someone ran at you he would likely take care of them before they actually got to you.

You ignored the fate he could bring you to and gripped him tighter.

“Where are we going Eddie?”

“To get you ready. Would you like to see your dress? My mother always said I shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding but there wasn’t anything else suited than what I could make with my hands.”

You nodded.

“I would like to see my dress,” you breathed. “Did you make your tux as well?” you asked, shakily.

“I did. Only the best for you darling.” You entered a room with a long table and a man laying there. He was covered in blood, clearly dead. He was…disfigured. In many different ways. You gripped Eddie and he almost shielded your eyes as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I went through many before finding you,” he explained. You nodded slowly. You had never been so happy to be a girl.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. He took you past that room. You passed messages on the wall that said things like ‘love makes a house a home’. There were diagrams for dresses, along with makeshift half made outfits.

“Would you mind walking darling? We have to go downstairs.” You nodded and let him gently put you down. You landed on your feet and were unsure what to do other than follow him. You stayed close behind, careful not to be separated from Eddie in case someone tried to take a swing at you.

You followed him down the stairs.

“We will be a wonderful family,” he explained. “You and me and our children. I’ll make sure nothing happens to them, nothing ever happens to any of you,” he promised. Someone ran past a couple of rooms ahead of you. You jumped, grabbing his arm. He put his hand on yours. He smiled, bordering the line of sinister and sweet.

“Nothing,” he promised.

“Where are we going Eddie?”

“Just a little further darling.” You entered what looked like an altar of some sort. There was a mannequin with the dress up in the front. “For you,” he said, voice deep. You breathed hard.

Okay.

There’s no way this could be binding. May as well?

“Can you take it off? I don’t want to ruin it before I can even put it on,” you suggested. He nodded, bowing his head and slowly removing it. After a moment he handed it to you. “Now?” you breathed.

“Of course.” He made no move to turn around. You nodded slowly and took a deep breath, in your chest and then out. You quickly removed the jumpsuit they had given you and put the dress on.

It was surprisingly comfortable but not as agile as you would have liked.

“After this, can we leave?” you questioned. “We can’t possibly have kids here. I mean, where would they even sleep?”

“There are plenty of places here to pick from!” he said but his mind seemed elsewhere. He looked at you in the dress and breathed shakily, noticeably taken aback.

“You look beautiful,” he said, smiling brightly.

“But wouldn’t it be easier for us outside?”

“We shouldn’t argue now.” He offered up his hand. “We have a ceremony to do.”

You felt the urge to pull your hand away but you looked back down the dark hallway you had come. You would never survive out there on your own. Despite everything, you would be safer with Eddie as long as you kept him on your side.

Which meant today was your wedding day.

“Of course darling.”

You gave him your hand and stepped onto the altar.

#eddie gluskin x reader #eddie gluskin imagines #eddie gluskin x fem!reader #outlast imagines #black balloons tag

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normanbateswife · 1 year

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Underground Lab

Richard Trager x fem!reader

Warnings: trager, pre engine trager being a sleaze and an asshole and charmingggg <3, readers also kind of an asshole to match his energy, heavy insinuation to smut. plotless.

You sometimes wondered if the people who built Mount Massive knew how to make a floorplan that made sense. Walking through the long hallways always felt repetitive. They looked the same until you were on the other side of the building, in a completely different ward.

You looked down at your clipboard, your shoes making light clicking noises on the ground. You had to consciously take each turn deliberately, otherwise you would get lost. No matter how many times you left your office, you were bound to get lost one of these times and you had no interest in seeing first hand some of the stuff you were signing off on. Not unless you had to.

You took a deep breath as you walked into the elevator. The doors started to shut but were halted by a hand sliding between them. The doors reopened, much to your dismay. Jeremy Blaire revealed himself with a smirk, sliding in beside you.

“Jeremy,” you said, nodding your head once. He gestured to the button you had pushed. U. The underground lab.

“What are you doing all the way down there?” he questioned and pushed the button for the male ward.

“What are you doing going to the male ward?” you questioned pointedly. You tried to avoid Jeremy where you could. He liked to hear himself talk and you were usually too busy to listen. In theory, he ran this place. In reality, it was anything but him. He just evaded the press and any kind of actual prosecution.

“Visiting the patients. I like to be hands on.” You rolled your eyes.

“Who warrants your attention today?” He cleared his throat and looked down at the papers in his hands. He squinted, pretending it was hard to read.

“Martin…Arch..Archimbaud,” he spelled out. You hummed under your breath.

“Fantastic finger painter. In theory. I’ve never seen his work.”

“Is he the one that caused problems when we discontinued the art-”

“Yeah.” The door opened to the male ward. Jeremy took a step forward but stood in the door when it didn’t shut.

“You still on for that barbecue? Rick said you were busy with work. It would be a shame if you missed it.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be there, I’m sure he’ll drag me. Go to work. Say hi to Martin for me.”

Jeremy nodded, gesturing with his file as a mock goodbye. You let the door shut as he walked away. As you descended, you felt your stomach drop. You hated the underground lab. You hated being there. You hated thinking about it. It made you face your own guilt, not to mention your own mortality. But times called for you down there on occasion and you needed to be there. Not to mention, you weren’t allowed down there for obvious reasons. Women stayed at least on the floor above. Just in case.

The elevator door opened. You stepped forward into the white sterile atmosphere. It always felt like you were in a completely different place. It made you long for the comfort of your desk, something you knew.

“Took you long enough,” Rick Trager said, emerging from the cafeteria. You rolled your eyes.

“I had a job to do.”

“Don’t you always.” You let out a soft sigh and he put his hand on the small of your back. You cursed yourself for letting his touch make you shiver. All of this carnage and you still managed to find a completely human angle. Love. Or, at the very least, lust.

“Is that your way of yet again telling me to take a break?” you questioned. “Because I do your job better than you do. You better watch your back,” you joked dryly.

“Why do you think I called you down here?” he slurred. He gestured to the engine as the two of you came upon it. It wasn’t currently processing anyone aside from Billy.

“Is that you asking for help Richard Trager?” you questioned, smiling slyly.

“Don’t act like you have the upper hand here.” There were a couple of other workers around the room, noses stuck in their computers. He sat down on the control panel, barely even glancing to make sure he hadn’t hit any of the buttons. “I like involving you. It’s entertaining.”

“Bored of golfing with Jeremy already?”

“He doesn’t look nearly as good as you do,” he promised, looking at you through his glasses sharply. You rolled your eyes.

“What is it I’m doing here again Rick?”

He glanced out the window at the body of Billy Hope. He looked as dismal as you remembered him. You tried not to look .

“Need you to process the date from Billy here,” he pointed with his thumb.

“Don’t you have, I don’t know, a whole room of people for that?” you questioned dumbly. “What am I doing here?”

He let out an annoyed sigh and stood up straight.

“Can’t I just make an excuse to see you?”

“Trager.”

“Oh don’t call me that. Only the patients and my subordinates get to call me Trager.”

“Does that make me an equal?” He chuckled.

“You’re cute.” You kept seeing the engine out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t like being down here and clearly there was no reason for you to be. You grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room. He followed suit, watching eagerly as you opened up one of the laboratory rooms. There was only one man in there and you gave them a pointed look. They left without you having to say anything, packing their things silently. It must’ve been the combined look that you and Trager were giving him. The door shut swiftly behind the employee and you crossed your arms.

“Begging for attention is beneath you.”

“You think too highly of me.”

He took a step towards you, cornering you between him and the island table. You put yourself in this situation. You knew him. You knew what he would do. You just so happened to want it too.

“You coming to the barbecue?” he questioned, smirking a bit.

“I cannot believe you’re having a barbecue.”

“Jeremy’s having a barbecue with some executives.”

“I’m not an executive.”

“You’re an executive’s…how should we phrase this…”

“Slut? Whore? Toy? Or can I say girlfriend?”

He cupped your cheek and kissed you with his whole chest. You pressed yourself against him.

It was the annoyingness in his voice, the smirk on his lips, the sleaze in his step. What should’ve made you hate his guts made you want to pull his hair. He lifted you up onto the counter, knocking over what could’ve been important information and likely dangerous samples. You hooked your leg around his waist and pulled him even closer, if that was possible.

When you tried to pull away he tugged on your lip, pulling it out sloppily. You hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. Anyone could come in at any time. The excitement made your stomach warm.

“Answer the question Richard,” you hummed, not letting him kiss you again even though he was lunging for another attempt.

“I like whore. Has a nice ring to it, don't cha think?”

“Mmm wrong answer!” The game you had going with him could last forever. You knew that. But you liked it. You slid off of the table and around him. He scoffed.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who needs a label.”

“I’m a girl who has work to do Rick. And other guys to fuck.” You opened the door, leaning against the side of it. His jaw set in annoyance. You had trapped his jealous noncommittal ass. “I’m going back upstairs.”

“Wait,” he seethed. It was painful. You could see it. You tried not to smile. “Come to the barbecue. As my date.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Wasn’t meant to be. More of a demand.”

“I’ll see if the executive above me will give me the time off,” you said, shrugging. He rolled his eyes, smirking. You shut the door behind you as you left and smiled triumphantly. What an asshole. You were probably in love with him.

You were about to enter the elevator when he caught up to you.

“I’ll join you,” he decided.

You stepped inside and watched with quiet delight as the doors shut behind him and he pushed the emergency halt button. This time you let him kiss you.

#this is shitty my love trager you deserve more than this #richard trager x reader #outlast imagines #richard trager x fem!reader #richard trager imagines

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rohansregret · 1 year

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okay i’ve finally decided that i’m not going to write for my hero academia anymore. i’m just not into it that much :(

i only wrote one thing about it and that work is still up as it was a request and a couple people enjoyed it.

in place of mha, i am now writing for outlast!! ik you never would have guessed it (ignore my reblogs..), but i’ve been wanting to write for my funky little outlast guys for a while.

anyway, that’s it! sorry if this disappoints anyone :(

#outlast #outlast whistleblower #outlast 2 #outlast x reader #outlast fanfic #outlast imagines #rohansregret #dark content

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damiengravehill · 6 days

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𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Maybe this time Renfield will be able to suplex Dracula's misty ass with his help

#outlast #outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin #renfield #rm renfield #dracula #dracula 1931 #fanart #drawing #illustration #digital art #comfort character #i feel bad for whoever has to look after them lol #imagine seward dealing with eddie #art of gravehill

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Omg tysm! The last request was very cute. :3 I have ONE MORE.slashers at a pool party ★ ★ for like, summer lol lol

Also, I really luv your blog, its so cute :33

Omg yay summer themed headcanons! Sadly it's cold today but I will try to get into mood😍

Sfw, they/them

Summer(mostly pool and swiming) with slashers!!

Billy Lenz

Buy god damn SUNSCREAM he will be red after 10minutes of hanging out outsite

The sun is a deadly laser

Pretends he is a shark and attacks their legs when underwater

Also loves to splash and do waves

spooked of hairdryer and comb, he rather look like wet rat

Begs them to buy those funny shaped rubber things that you can lay on (guys I have no clue how those are called so I iwol just put photo at the end of fic if you are confused

Micheal Myers

...

Hm no

No i dont think i will

The closest he ever been to big body of water was when he was drowning somone

I doubt he can swim, so even if he would appear in pool he would just walk on bottom, hhh goofy

Hates wet cothes

And sun

And hot temperatures

Brahms Heelshire

Hhehe water

This guy won't swim, he will just lay/sit in water

Guy looks like dead body lol he just... lays there?

But when s/o gets near he will jump attack them, also.... nice outfit s/o

He is definitely type of guy who loves summer

Will forgot sunscreen and turn into tomato soup

Yautja

Purr hot weather he like

I swear s/o jumped into water for fun and this guy had the biggest heart attack of century "AAA MATE WHY DID OU JUMP!! WHO KNOWS IF ITS SAFE??? WHO KNOWS MAYBE WATER IS TOXIC?? DONT DO THAT!" he also jumped right after them lol

After making sure that, no yaujta water isn't poisonous and yes s/o can swim

Probably he can easly stand on bottom and still have (at least) his chest above water level

Also will pick s/o up while they are mid-swim like' a fish👹 and later throws them back in water ya go

Asa Emory

Will just vibe at shore, sunbathing

Yeah your doing great love, nice swimming... now lemmie just lay down and zzz

Acts like that one mom on beach that never enters water and just doest really care

Yeah yeah just dont drown and do no splash me, if you splash me im going to take your PlayStaton4 privileges

A mimir

Also while yall go next to pool he is 100% throwing them in

Jason

😰

Eeh you sure about that?? Water

He will stick to shallow part of pool

Going to be worried about s/o especially if they do some epic tricks. Yeah that's cool that you can do a flip in water but pls it's scary :(

He enjoys doing lil splashes and just picking them up

Pls hold his hand

Eddie gluskin

Oh my love nice outfit you got

Huh me? Water? Aw don't be silly honey

He will just stick to sitting on edge of pool and watching them swim, do not splash him!! His outfit is too pretty >:( grr

If s/o pushes him into water he will litteraly try to drown them (in wacky way)

Hush

He is the one inviting them! He found some random lake in middle of knowhere lol

Will probably do some dumb contest 'yo swims there the fastest gets a free kiss🤭' *points at other shore 5km away*

Will pick them up underwater and be like "haha look what cool fish I found i Will totaly make dinner out of you" drags out of lake and tickles or something idk hes weird

Also im writing this right before the most important exam of this month cuz if I wont pass it I wont pass this year🥳🤪 wish me luck, chemisty sucks

thats the billy lenz thing i was talking about.

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lunarbreaksblog · 6 months

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Eddie x F!Reader

Note: +18 warning for smut

You felt your body quake with each thrust.

Your muscles twisted and turned, making Eddie behind you groan. You felt complete with him inside of you. Your naked spine could feel his lungs gasp for air as he rammed inside of you again, and again. It made you squeal with how sensitive you were from his roughness.

Eddie was no small man and the feeling enhanced even more as he knocked into your cervix.

“Oh, you must’ve waited for me– for your husband to fill you” his disfigured face grinned as he felt you tighten around him from his hit to your cervix.

He tightened his hands around your hair as you pulled you up. Your spine squeaked in protest as you were forced to arch your back. You couldn’t help but whine as the searing pain in your scalp spread out, you felt yourself become wetter at the sensation.

“Darling~ you like that? You whore” He spat out, malicious coating his voice.

He got mad, you loved when he got mad.

You were sick.

You always had been, that's why you were in the asylum.

It just so happened that Eddie was in the same place.

It seemed like you were made for each other, how he completed you and how you completed him.

He grunted as both of his hands wrapped around your fragile neck– you felt your eyes start to tear up as he started putting pressure on your windpipe. You loved when he was this rough, it made you even wetter.

He knew that.

He was supposed to ‘train’ you out of your whorish ways but he couldn’t help himself but to indulge in your sinfulness. He smacked his hips into yours, fully seething himself in and then he stood still.

You walls convulsed around his cock as you felt the air escape your body, your lund grasping – causing your chest to ache as you tried to take in breaths, however, Eddie won’t allow that.

Soon enough, once you started seeing black tendrils of unconsciousness around your sight, he loosened the pressure and allowed you to take in air. You were greedy in your breaths, you gulped as air flowed and started to fill your aching lungs.

“Hmmm~ Oh, Darling! How I love how you fit around me” Eddie purred

His hands left your neck as he put his weight on your back, trapping you on the makeshift bed. He still fully sheathed in you, starting slowly pulling out and once his head was only in, he thrusted back, lazily. He continued this pace as you felt your near your limit.

Your abdomen twisting in knots as you feel you reach your orgasm. With a screech! You came hard around him.

“I never said you could cum” Eddie growled, his teeth bared.

You screamed as he then started ramming into you again. Your oversensitivity made every thrust from him burn you, tears fell down your flustered face.

You couldn’t do anything.

You just had to endure

But don't worry even if your body hated it, you loved it.

With each thrust and spread of pain up your body, you felt your abdomen begin twisting in a familiar way.

One hard thrust, his head speared your cervix open, you saw white as you screeched in pain from the painful sensation.

You felt his seed deep into your womb.

“Your my wife! My beautfiul bitch! Just for me!” he growled.

You loved the man.

#outlast #whistleblower #outlast imagine #outlast eddie gluskin #outlast x reader #eddie gluskin x reader #eddie gluskin #mmmmm #eddie gluskin imagine #imagine #breathplay

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orsinist · 7 months

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yoooo Trager sketches

#I FEEL LIKE DRAWING IN MY SKETCHBOOK WHEN I WAS A KID #I’M SO EXCITED YOU CAN’T IMAGINE #outlast #outlast fanart #richard trager #rick trager #miles upshur #miles outlast

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mayasaura · 1 year

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I just want to talk about the nursery being painted and the purpose of the Tomb to be without a door. Anastasia had a family - and putting to the side the pact with Alecto there's some implicit symbolism to John asking for the workers of the Ninth to die constructing the Tomb with that image of new life. (Still can't articulate my disbelief that he went and didn't think that asking Anastasia of all people, The one who lost her cavalier to him, would have problems)

Yeah. Especially finding this out about the Ninth, where nurseries becoming tombs is a thing we're sensitive about.

On one level we've always known Anastasia had a family. Like, we know she's Harrow's direct ancestor. You can't be heir to the line of someone who never had children. But the nursery.... Yeah. It really hammers it in. Her friends painted a nursery mint green for her children.

And now it's a tomb.

#that's what the Anastasian is now after all #you're right there's really Something there #I've noticed something in John I think ties into this thematically that I really hope Kiriona is going to help us explore #John doesn't believe in a future #I said in my last Anastasia meta that Anastasia outsmarted John by making herself immortal in a way he couldn't understand #she left behind something she created to outlast her #John hasn't built anything to outlast himself and he doesn't think of the future at all #he mourns the past and fights like hell to live in an eternal present where nothing ever ends #you know #immortality #and a part of that—maybe most of that—is about despair #even way back before the world ended even before he had magic powers he didn't think of a future #I think he couldn't imagine one #and like. I get it dude #don't imagine the future and maybe it can't hurt you #how many people have you heard saying they don't want children because it seems cruel or irresponsible #they can't imagine forcing someone to live in the world they see coming #climate anxiety is fucking everywhere and for a lot of people in our generation—John's generation—it's coalesced into despair #but Anastasia did imagine a future #she had a family #and now John has a daughter but he still can't imagine a future for her #she's just as dead and eternal as the world he loved so deeply he killed it rather than watch it die #what did Gideon say when she saw the First? it had the look of a picked-over body but hot damn what a beautiful corpse #that's gonna be you baby girl #the final expression of the art of the nine houses #John gave up on hope ages ago #so it doesn't really surprise me at all that he still asked the builders to die in the tomb #the locked tomb #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth

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dr-mp3 · 5 months

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i remember seeing somewhere red barrels saying Miles takes bubble baths i dunno if its true but i wanted to draw this anyway

#miles upshur #outlast miles upshur #outlast fanart #fanart #i hope im not just imagining tweets #sketch #drawing #art #digital art

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brother-emperors · 5 months

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The Art of Dreams: Reflections and Representations

The Tomb of Caterina della Ratta and the Iconography of the Reclining Reader in Renaissance Sepulcharl Art, Yonni Ascher

Ancestor Masks and Aristocratic Power in Roman Culture, Harriet I Flower

okay so just. play connect the dots with me for a second. Girolamo Basso della Rovere is Giuliano della Rovere's (Pope Julius II) cousin. Ascanio Sforza was a long time rival, and later ex-enemy of Giiuliano's. this kind of familial mirroring in the tombs, the way that Ascanio is being subsumed into a matching visual with someone of della Rovere's family is. interesting. because it goes well beyond the expected patron-client relationship between the pope and his cardinals. like, these were companion monuments.

there's also a kind of tragic romantic violence to it, given Ascanio's persistent loyalty to his family and Milan, and Ludovico's plans to have Ascanio's body brought back to Milan in the event of his death and interred in the same chapel as Beatrice d'Este.

#i want to break into the vatican with a seance board and summon della rovere's ghost to ask him if he fucked that vice chancellor #ANYWAY it's probably a good thing i didn't go to a real college and pursue like. renaissance studies or something #can you imagine how insufferable i would be fighting it out. thankfully i just draw comics and i can say things like #i DO think he fucked that vice chancellor. actually.#that said. someday im going to get my hands on a couple of documents and actually start swinging #because i do think that several scholars got something seriously wrong in their assumptions and im about 80% confident in my stance #but im not going to throw rocks at anything until. i can read. the full letters. with my eyeballs.#moving past that im just. oughhhhhhhhhh. the inscriptions too. part of me thinks that della rovere was pulling some julius caesar #bullshit with it. another part of me wonders if della rovere wanted their reconciliation to outlast both of them so he had it immortalized #on ascanio's monument. RIP buddy. that is absolutely not what happened #GOD THIS IS PLAYING 5D chess. julius II named himself after caesar not the previous pope julius #octavian is JC's heir. ascanio does have agrippa parallels but also specifically his name calls to rome's founding. there's a lot! to unpac #or. uh. there could be! s4 borgias should've had della rovere seduce him away from rodrigo

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Nurse to Doctor

Richard Trager x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: kidnapping, religious father martin stuff, trager being trager, the reader kind of plays into his fucked upness a bit. If you are reading this i’ve assumed you’ve played outlast so yeah general warnings with the games stuff as well

Author’s Note: really on a roll with these fucked up guys huh…maybe i'm just prepping to get to eddie gluskin because that's....that's gonna be the one

Summary: You get captured by Trager in Mount Massive when you went in for Miles. You get to leave with all your body parts.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You could feel your sweat against the back of your neck, cold and suffocating. You had your head leaning against the back of the wall as you sat, knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You hoped that any variants that saw you would just run right past you. Some of them seemed to be in the same predicament. Caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time and now had to pay the price for it.

You shouldn’t have come. When Miles had told you he had a scoop he wanted to come, naturally. You told him you would just go and scope the place out, see if they would let an unsuspecting lady inside. They hadn’t. You broke in, just to see what the hell had gone on. You would’ve called Miles had you had any service but you figured you could just give it a look.

Now you were here, surrounded by insane men, not sure what you were going to do to get out. The windows were barred. If you could just make it to a door leading outside, maybe you could jump a fence or something. It might take some climbing but you could do it.

The very thought of Miles coming to get you made you worried. You needed to talk to him before he got any stupid ideas. You had your camera. If you didn’t make it out, hopefully he found it and used it.

You clutched it to your chest, closed your eyes tightly, sliding up the wall. You had to keep moving. You weren't sure what level you were on. The hospital was massive, spanning for what felt like miles. You felt like you had gone up and down so many flights of stairs that you honestly weren’t sure which one you had landed on.

At least this floor had most of the lights on. Some were completely engulfed in darkness. You had been stuck in the sewers for a while and were more than happy to be in what seemed to be a sick ward or something. There were beds lined up along the walls in some rooms. In others, they were completely discarded, shuffled around and tossed upside.

You held your camera up, recording the dead people you had passed. How much proof did you need to prove Murkoff wrong? To prove something awful had happened here? You had stopped gagging at the open wounds.

There was someone in the middle of the room that startled you. They were alive.

“Hello?” a man called, desperately. He rattled at his chains that were holding him to the bed. You didn’t approach immediately. He could be faking it. Did the patients even have the wherewithal to do that?

Double doors opened. You looked up, fear in your eyes as you made eye contact with a patient. There was a mask covering the lower half of his face.

“Who are you?” he questioned, voice lucid. It was the most sane anyone had sounded here but he definitely didn’t look it. “You aren’t a patient.”

“I’m…”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re here all the same,” he said, shrugging. His voice was reminiscent of a man you would meet at the bar and immediately disregard. The thought brought you a little comfort. He had once been a man. Just a man.

Even if he was currently holding a very, very large scissors.

You backed up slowly.

“Did you see my work? A little rusty, I admit. I was trying something…a little bit state of the arc with him.” He gestured to the main chained up. “But trust me, I have figured out how many organs you need to live. Would you like to see?”

“Who are you?” you asked.

Richard Trager noted that you weren’t running from him. Stupid, really but a new tactic nontheless. He also immediately noticed that you were a woman. He hadn’t seen a woman in these parts for a while, not since the whole phantom pregnancy debacle.

“Trager. Doctor,” he said. He walked up to you, back straight, head held high. He had the upper hand (hence the scissors) and he enjoyed watching you squirm while you were still free to use all your limbs.

“Richard Trager,” you breathed. “I’ve read some of your files. Where exactly did you get your doctorate?”

“You’re a nosy little one aren’t you? I don’t mind, truly. I miss titillating conversation. We really should go out for brunch,” he suggested. You had reached the wall, your back flush against it. He could only get closer and you were stuck there. Your eyes looked around helplessly for something to hit him with but all the beds were neatly tucked into their spots at the side of the room.

He looked down at you, close now, close enough to touch you but he only grabbed your wrist.

“It would’ve been smarter to run,” he said, smiling a bit. You could see only a little bit of his mouth, sans his lips that seemed long gone. You couldn’t tell if he had skinned himself or if it were a deformation caused by the same thing that happened to everyone else here. Regardless, it was eerie.

He cleanly knocked you out.

You woke up in a chair. Your temples were pounding. The side of your head was cold and wet. When you tried to raise your hand to touch it, you found your hands were tied to the chair you were sitting in.

“Morning sunshine.” You lulled your head up to see Trager walking into your view. “You know, I thought about just getting to work with you. You never would’ve known with those pretty little eyes closed. I mean, I am a tad bit short on anesthesia so you would’ve known eventually,” he said, standing in front of you. You were in a bathroom maybe? Sinks in front of you, two large ones. A mirror was above them. You could see your face but you didn’t recognize yourself.

You looked disheveled, dirty, exhausted. Like you had been running for your life for hours.

Your reflection was quickly blocked by Trager, standing in your field of vision.

“Why didn’t you?” you questioned, bitterly.

“Haven’t seen a lady here in a while. Figured I’d make some conversation before I decided to part you from one of your body parts.”

You had to play along right? Chat with him. Figure out things about Murkoff, figure out if he could help you rather than hurt you.

“You were a doctor here right? How did you become a patient?” you questioned.

“Long story. It’s a campfire story actually and poor us; we don’t have a campfire.”

“Well then what conversation should we have?”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you said, honestly and quickly.

“I know Father Martin’s got to you. I hear the whisperings and stupid fucking mumbling of some of these assholes. You’re not a religious freak are you?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “His preaching didn’t really hit home,” you suggested. Trager nodded, smiling more with his loose mouth.

“You see, I had a feeling you would understand.”

“What are you doing here?” you asked again. There were body parts on the ground surrounding you. You still didn’t know when you had started to not react to them.

“Same reason everyone’s here. Rest and relaxation.” He extended his arms, placing them on the sink edges behind him.

“I’m a freelance reporter. That’s why I’m here.”

“Came at the wrong time sweetheart. Things really are a bit cuckoo these days. You should see it when it’s all up and running. Then it’s just caca.”

“I was coming to see what the hell went wrong with Murkoff.”

“Murkoff was never right in the first place.” He gestured with his hand, waving away any other opinions.

“MKUltra right? I was reading about it in the files,” you said. He shrugged.

“Who cares about the past? You know you won’t make it out of here. Not with all these pesky variants running around.”

“I do. I care.” You hoped your camera was still running. You didn’t know where it was.

“Well I don’t.”

“What happened to you? You were an advisor or something. What…I mean, how are you here right now?”

“They all are,” he promised. “Every single person. Including the one who probably sent you the email. That’s whatcha get for messin with the big man,” he said, shrugging. “I take great joy in knowing all of those fuckers are probably long gone,” he said, making a flying gesture with his hand. You nodded. He was probably right.

“You should. They were fucked.”

“I was one of them before I generously was separated from my position,” he said.

Neither of you were sure why you were talking still. All you really knew is that you were alive and he was keeping you that way.

“I mean what if we could fuck everything else up. Every other plan Murkoff has. I mean a former employee turned patient and me with all my evidence?”

“That’s not what I want,” he said, slightly frustrated. “I’m biding my time. Someone else gets to do the big job this time around,” he said. “I think we’ve chatted enough.” He pushed himself off the counter. You took a deep breath, feeling each of your body parts. You weren’t sure which ones you would be losing.

“You did do a nice job on that man out there,” you said.

“Hm?” he questioned, standing by his table of knives and weapons.

“The sutures. You were a doctor.”

“I picked up a few tricks and tips,” he said absentmindedly.

“Can I…can I try?”

He turned his head sharply to look at you. You felt like you were holding your breath with how your throat closed.

“On?”

“Whoever you find.”

When he smiled it was genuine. You could almost feel the giddy radiating off of him. He crossed his arms, turning back around and standing in front of you once more. He stared at you without saying anything. For a second you thought you were fucked. He had surely picked a weapon and you were about to die.

“Are you a doctor Y/N?”

“I am not.”

“Good,” his cheeky smile grew. “Neither am I.”

He started to unclasp the things wrapped around your wrists.

“Just know, if you try anything on me, it will be the last thing you do with those smooth hands.” He grabbed your hand and helped you up. You wobbled but he caught you by grabbing your elbow.

“Yes sir.”

He chuckled. Trager gestured to the door with his hand, learning down a bit like he was bowing.

“Right this way nurse.”

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