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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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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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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.
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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.”
#richard trager x reader#richard trager imaignes#richard trager x fem!reader#outlast imagines#black balloons tag
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Woke up thinking about Rick, remembered I have the sleep schedule of a 90 year old man which caused me to go to sleep early last night. Soooo I planned to cosplay Rick this morning and mess around with Outlast mods on stream for a bit after getting some cosplay shit done. ( plus the usual routine of going about my day as Rick )
#imagine richard trager taking the fattest bong rip you’ve ever seen and then coughing like he’s got TB for 5 minutes straight#team rick#outlast#outlast fandom#richard trager#richard trager cosplay
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so imagine richard trager x reader but it's him getting pegged for the first time? I'm just a walking shame at this point 😔
Warning: NSFW
Reader Does WHAT to Richard Trager?!
They peg him. I’m immature. I’m sorry.
Nope.
There was no way in hell Richard was letting you do that. Nuh-uh, sorry. He was the dominant one in this relationship. He much preferred to strap you down and have his own way. So for you to suggest you did the same to him? This didn’t go both ways, buddy!
Unfortunately for Trager, it actually did. You took great pleasure in pegging him, a grin on your face as you bent him over an old bed. Him agreeing to it was begrudgingly and barely a yes, and yet… he was starting to really like it.
Trager didn’t want to admit to you that you doing this to him felt good, but his moans said it all. He gasped in pleasure as you grabbed his waist, giggling softly as you slammed into him. The faster and harder you went, the more his moans sounded sincere. You could tell he was having a lot of fun.
“Mmm, yeah. That feel good? Am I getting right in that spot?” You purred.
Richard couldn’t reply. You were getting right in that spot. He choked out a gasp as your thrusts grew harsher, leaving him gripping the bedsheets and panting. He wanted to beg you to keep going, but the words just wouldn’t come out.
You smiled, slamming into him harder from behind. Trager moaned desperately. It started off loud but died off into a breathy whimper. While fucking him hard and getting him close, you realised something…
Did you finally find a way to make him stop talking?
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how Richard Trager uses Instagram (yes, he would use Instagram):
this is Pre-Engine Rick because realistically post-engine Rick would have other things to worry about besides instagram
30 stories a day, from dawn till dawn again this man is addicted to the layout
doesn't use stickers because hes a grown man BUT HE DOES HAVE A BITMOJI THAT HE USES RELIGIOUSLY
its half office reels, half food pics, and a quarter just rants
overuses tags to hell, even randomly mid sentence , example: "#Amazing day today at @MurkoffOfficial ! this #Work ain't doin itself 📋💻👍🏻 #Workday #Monday #Officeday #ADayInMyLife #Job"
sometimes thinks that Murkoff should totally have a social media account, he knows its dumb but he cant help wanting more followers 😔
"Suns out guns out! #Sunday with my bud @JeremyBlaireOfficial" and its a picture of them in a golf cart holding champagne (not gay, just besties)
Not to sneak in my RickJer agenda but in my minds eye they signed eachothers golf clubs
tags the location if he could he would
username is something obnoxious like 'RichardTragerOfficial' like nobody know u lil bro 😭😭😭
buys likes and followers to feed his ego
4k followers thats like 85% bots
" @McDonaldsOffical Never fails 😂😂😂 #hangovermeal #NoRegrets" and its a fish fillet with the most inhuman bite you've ever seen taken out of it
WOULD POST A SWEATY GYM MAT AND TAG THE GYM AND IT'D HAVE A DUMB CAPTION LIKE "Workout Wednesdays! 🏋🏼♂️💪#Wednesday #Gym #Exercise #GymPic #Muscles" HE LACKS SELF AWARENESS DONT LAUGH
would 'ironically' comment "Hot! 🔥🔥🔥" on a mans gym pic and would slutshame a womans gym butt pic
"he hurts every woman hes ever met because his true soulmate is a man" - Sock-rates
he would unironically use hashtags in a sentence for fun, also urges Jer to be more active on Instagram
imagine the most white grown man, now add curly blonde hair, uhuh now give him a gay sweater, now make him homophobic & gay, yep .thats him officer
HAS gotten scammed on instagram, he threathened legal action and got his money back and deleted their account after a week tho
weekday streaks exist to him, no hes not a middle schooler hes actually 30
look at me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't make fun of feminism in the comments section of those LibzDunked accounts
his Close Friends stories are just aftermaths after nights out, its either him drunk posting or filming himself talking to the camera about his hangover
its just Jer and a few other friends but it has the same intimacy of homosexuality
theres one video where hes drunk and actually tripped and fell so comically its been 7 months and Jer still makes fun of him for it (laughs along but actually hates it like viscerally)
he has 3 phones, both iphones and one is a samsung flip (he wanted the hype), a work phone, home phone, and his normal phone, why does he need so much? why is he not robbed yet? we will never know....
replies to those awareness posts about war in the middle east and goes like "damn.. thats unfortunate 💔 hearts goes out to them 🙏 @Chriswalker89"
most menacing instagram white man, cyberbullies as a past time and has 5 alts just focused on Harrassment+ Stalking people
he'd doxx which hospital your mother is staying in with no shame
"If you don't take that back I'm injecting your mothers spine with brain eating parasites" and he means that for real
would post corny atheist memes & misinformation
induces paranoia as a hobby "Yes ma'am i am a licensed doctor vaccines Do cause autism" as a treat
he fucks around too much one day his main gets suspended and he calls Instagram customer services
if you wouldn't think he'd try to hook up with an instagram influencer you are a liar
weekly self-help book recommendations that he doesn't read and actually just gets payed 7$ per link
im not saying he would make an alt to just hype up his own photos but he would.....do that.....
also gets blackmailed his own dick pic but whatever that was in the past
on a side note Jeremy does have a year old instagram account that only has 2 pictures (both just bar pics of him posing with a glass of wine like an idiot) and his entire Tagged section is just RICHARD TAGGING HIM IN ANYTHING
#richard trager#outlast#outlast fandom#outlast whistleblower#jeremy blaire#they are homophobic and gay#the straightest gay people
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Welcome to Actually Villainous F/O!
A blog for imagines for selfshippers with villainous and morally gray f/o’s!
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This blog is run by two villain fans who wanted a space for writing and reading dark content about their f/o’s without judgment. We will likely add more to this pinned post as we feel the need.
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@hiveruled said : “ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”
When he rolled out of bed this morning, hung over and strung out from the night before, he didn't imagine his Monday afternoon would be spent huddling behind a desk with grease boy from IT, but life has a way of kicking your fucking ass, doesn't it? Who is he kidding? There's no need to be so negative...what's life without a little excitement? Eh? A little containment breach...a little chaos....a little murder, by the sounds of it⸺and by sound he means the wet ripping coming from somewhere WAY too close to their hiding spot.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out the gist of what's happened. Security must have gotten lax, someone forgot to lock the backdoor...some amature move, and now they're dealing with a prison riot level outbreak. Every drooling maniac from level zero to the prison block is tearing the place apart, and the people with it. The clean up is going to be a nightmare and the press cover up hellish.
"Nope, I've got nothin'." The executive whispers quietly, daring to peek his head up just enough to see over the edge of the desk. Nope, there's a big fucking guy over there in filthy pajamas. The coast is definitely not clear. In a flash, he's back down at eye level with Anderson. "Gimme some time...." An ear-piercing scream cuts him off, and Richard chooses to finish his sentence with a pained look. "If we have any." Time, that is. He wipes his hair out of his face, already painted with sweat. The pressure is on.
They can't just sit there shitting their pants forever. They've gotta find a way out of this shithole and Trager knows it. He's been thinking of an escape plan since the alarm sounded. He's just gotta work out the kinks...
#hiveruled#✄ ❮ ic ❯ —— ❝ let me sell you the dream ! ❞#✄ ❮ verse ❯ —— the murkoff account#this was short bc pacing but I hope you like it!#let's see if they can get out of this mess!
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@richardtrager said : "i got a serious question for you. what the fuck are you doing?"
hand pauses its cycling through the file cabinet ; waylon tenses up, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek. god, he's fucked up now. no one was supposed to be in here — it was supposed to be quick, in and out. grab the folders, and get out of here before anyone noticed. he should have known it wouldn't be that simple. nothing ever is.
still, it's too late now.
what matters now is coming up with an excuse and committing to it. the last thing waylon needs is to draw more attention to himself than he already has.
so, grabbing the manila folder, waylon turns to face the newcomer — none other than richard trager himself, looking at him as if he knows exactly what the fuck waylon is up to. surely park is just imagining that, though. there's no reason for anyone to suspect him. not really. waylon has done a pretty damn good job of covering his tracks. it's just his paranoid subconscious projecting guilt — right?
expression twists into one of embarrassment, free hand rising to awkwardly rub at the back of his neck. “ some of the digital copies got corrupted — i thought i'd go find the original files and restore them on the servers. it's an easy job, it just takes a while to find all the physicals, y'know? ”
the truth is, waylon is making this up as he goes along. he has no idea whether or not trager will believe the lie, but it's worth a shot.
#richardtrager#╰ * waylon park : ic ⧽ not just another bloody mary.#// hi hi i hope this is okay !!!! when u sent this .... i had to write something up asap hdgjkhdsjgkhk
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Miles Upshur - ISTP
"I'm not the only victim here, not by a long shot. I watch a man wait to burn to death, the most painful death imaginable, rather than stay in this place" Miles is a cynical man; he can be seen heavily swearing and he uses rough insults towards his enemies in writing, which is a large contrast to Waylon's gentle and reserved personality.
He cracks dark jokes towards certain situations, such as calling Trager a "white collar business school douchebag", and tells another joke after killing Trager; he is very vengeful after Richard sliced off his fingers, demanding reprisal.
Despite his sharp nature, Upshur's ethics are that of a selfless, albeit stubborn individual who's willing to risk his life to stop the Walrider and expose Murkoff for their violation of basic human rights Furthermore, due to the intensive injuries he can endure and his sheer determination, Miles is likely a strongly willful man. Throughout the game, Miles slowly loses his sanity due to his witnessing of the horror.
Source: personality database
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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.
#asks#tdim#longish ramble#sorry anon#btw i really love thinking about du'met being confused about what he feels#my dude over here has like 4 emotions but he struggles with them still
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#eddie -if this is you on the honeymoon I'd hate to imagine our anniversary- gluskin#and rick- a little cardio wouldn't kill you- trager#tell me why i've watched/played outlast + whistleblower and never noticed this lol#outlast: whistleblower#outlast#eddie gluskin#rick trager#richard trager#miles upshur#waylon park#my posts love#my outlast posts love
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I need to vent about Jeremy Blaire here.
This man.
This man.
Noone is saying how he was the only non-variant character (background guards and doctors not counting), who went through entire Mount Massive experience on his own. Slap a camera in his hand and he fills the protagonist criteria.
Except no, he doesnt, because Miles and Waylon had it easier. Why, you ask?
Because it could literally be anyone else in their place and the variants would probably react the same as they did now, minus the eddie/waylon thing but thats an exception. Their faces didnt matter, it mattered that they werent variants and that they werent dressed as doctors.
But Jeremy?
Our man Jeremy, whom every person there knows?
Jeremy, who ran the operation, Jeremy, who had Chris Walker work for him and then threw him in the Engine just because he felt like this PTSD-ridden war vet would make an interesting experiment?
Jeremy, who was Richard Trager's probably only friend, who turned a blind eye to Richard's crimes over employees, and who threw the friendship and his only friend away the second it was starting to threathen him personally?
Jeremy is a selfish ass in every sense of the word and its why i stan him. You know he pushed a bystander in front of Walker so that he could get away. You know he stayed in his suit even if it made him ultra recognisable, you know he got the baton he used to smash the radio and definitely some heads from a corpse of a guard that was once on his payroll. You know he did every thing he could to not get the news out and have the empire he used to rule crumble on his head.
He was in the asylum, alone, with literally every person but Miles either fearing him or being after his head.
And he survived, thats the insane part. This guy survived with less injuries than Miles or Waylon, and he made it to the exit much faster than Waylon did. (Also he was smart enough to grab WEAPONS INSTEAD OF A FUCKING CAMERA)
I just love him, he made it through Hell that had his face on a Wanted poster and he made it arguably better than Waylon did. Sure, Walrider/Miles got him at the end but you know he lasted longer than any of you would.
That is my Jeremy Blaire rant and i hope ppl stop asking me about why im stanning a sociopath with 3.32min of screentime, he's utterly selfish and i adore the way he stubbornly clung to life until his last scream. Just imagine how fucked up itd be to play from his POV, everyone trying to murder you, except some that cower in fear, you get a knife or a baton and have to destroy comunication posts, kill more whistleblowers. Maybe meet your old friend Rick at some point, and run away when he gets distracted by a newcoming reporter. Imagine being angry and scared and chased by so many things and your conscience isnt one of them.
Rant over.
#outlast#outlast whistleblower#jeremy blaire#eddie gluskin#richard trager#waylon park#team rick#miles upshur#rick trager#redbarrels#imagine#chris walker#frank manera#i repeat#random rant#rant
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i love seeing ppl who obviously are going through a richard trager/outlast hyperfixation or obsession or whatever follow me and spam like all my content and then eventually get to one of my weird ass posts and stop 😭 i like to imagine they’re like okkk that’s enough tumblr for today 😊
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Let’s play: Cursed or Blessed
Rick, drunk, dancing in his kitchen, wearing an apron that says “Cookin’ up Profits,” making a 3:00 a.m. snack, all to If You Want Body by Ron Stewart
You decide
#if it makes the mental image funnier to you#you can imagine he’s naked underneath#i laughed way too hard at this#so you have to see it too#richard trager#rick trager#team rick#the murkoff account
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Ok since you are closing the requests (you pick the idea) but can we get some love for Richard Trager and Eddie? Mostly Richard, he doesn't get enough appreciation
The Outlast people really need more attention TBH
Richard Trager
He is very adamant about your health and your well being. All that matters to him is you. He would see every person in that asylum dammed if it meant it would make you happy
In that same line of thought he expects you to want to see him happy just as much as he wants you to be happy.
He wouldn’t want you getting mixed up with his “work”.
“Bad for your health” as he would put it.
He sees you as something that needs to be guarded and protect. To have you exposed to all the impurities and horror of the asylum would “taint” you. If you need or want anything he wants you to go through him for it rather than risk you seeing or being apart of something unsavory.
Very very possessive. Not to be confused with obsessive as he knows very well that he can get on just fine without it is simply that he does not want to. He has claimed you as his and much to his delight you feel the same way back.
Or at least you better, otherwise he will have to explain his view point on “Quitters”
Likes to spend time together at the end of the day
Eddie Gluskin
Contrasting to Richard Eddie is extremely obsessive
No matter what you do, where you go, or what you say. You will be his and you will like it.
Wants to be the center of your attention at all times. No other person should be allowed to be looked upon as you look upon him.
Extremely extremely jealous. Will not hesitate to make this known. Not to you of course as it is not your fault that you are so breath taking. Its this intruders fault for breaking into your home and threatening your family.
When he has to deal with these ‘Threats to the family’ he tries to do it discretly as you have already been upset by this intruder and he would hate for it to upset you any further.
I can see him being the type to always make sure you’ve fallen asleep first before he can even think about settling down for the night.
#Anonymous#Outlast#Outlast imagines#Outlast x Reader#Eddie Gluskin x Reader#Richard Trager x Reader#Killer Queue
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