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[soothingsuasion]

How do you think the PA’s (and ex-pop if you feel like writing them) would react to reagent being very kind to them, like to an almost childlike innocence level of kindness

How the PAs + Ex-Pops would react to a very kind reagent

Thank you for the submission! This one will be fun, I'm sure. It honestly kind of reminds me of me.

Enjoy!

Leland Coyle:

* You were trying to sneak around the trial, searching for a gas canister when you happened to spot Coyle at the end of the hallway.

* Unfortunately, he saw you too. When Coyle started marching over to you, you waved your hand at him and nervously yelled, "Hi Coyle," then bolted off.

* That was new to him. You used his name in such a casual manner. It threw him off.

* He didn't stop chasing you, but you managed to blend into the shadows of a dark room. After he had decided he lost you, he started thinking about what you had said. How you said it.

* It was unusually nice, unlike how other reagents acted. You sounded nervous but sincere.

* If you really were as sweet as he thought, you'd be a wonderful little bird for him. He saw your kindness as weakness, a weakness he could exploit.

* Whenever Coyle got a hold of you and hurt you, he noticed you didn't really try to fight back. It was as if you were hesitant to hurt him.

* The more you showed your soft heart, the more he liked you. You would be so easy to keep, he could've sworn you'd take whatever he gave you.

* At first, he would've thought you were a weakling. Small, insignificant. He quickly changed his mind when he saw you not giving the ex-pops the same kindness.

* He realized you were just sweet on him, how stupid. How... adorable, he thought. Not that he would ever say it, but he liked it.

* You became his little birdie. Eventually, he started easing up on you, too. Only slightly, though, and only if you played nice.

* Coyle would hurt you in more intimate/sensitive places. Like your inner thighs and stomach, all the while telling you how well you're taking the pain. Or, telling you how much of a slut you are.

* He would complain when you left his trials, regretting the fact that he didn't incapacitate and keep you. No worries, though. He was sure you'd be back for more.

Mother Gooseberry:

* Oh, you would easily become her favorite. Mother Gooseberry was so used to all of the reagents running, fighting, crying, and just being so unhappy with her.

* Though, she noticed your heart of gold. You tried to stay polite, sweet, and compliant when she saw you or caught you. You were very obviously scared and/or nervous, but that only highlighted your determination to stay sweet.

* Mr. Futterman didn't like you much. Partly because you were sickeningly sweet and partly because Phyllis liked you. He didn't like you grabbing the attention of his daughter.

* Regardless, Mother Gooseberry went rather easy on you. You showed her loving and tenderness. She gave you the same.

* When she would catch you, she would hold you close. Pull you into a hug and rest her cheek on your head. She would tell you how much she loved you, her sweet little gosling.

* While hugging you, Mr. Futterman would threaten to hurt you. Mother Gooseberry quickly shut him up.

* "You're going soft, you fat cow. We need to teach this rotten fuck a lesson!"

* "Don't talk to them like that, Daddy. This is our special gosling. They already know their manners!"

* Mother Gooseberry would definitely be protective of you. You were the good one, her favorite.

* However, she would get upset when you tried to run or complete the trials' tasks. That's when she would get angry and allow Mr. Futterman to hurt you.

Franco Barbi:

* Franco was suspicious of you at first, why were you so sweet?

* Then again, you were sweet. He hadn't experienced such genuine kindness in a long time. Once he got a taste, he began to crave it.

* He wanted you more when he realized you were kind, just for him. It's like you were giving him special treatment. Oh, you would be a perfect mommy.

* You could be mean, but be so loving. Just how he wanted his mama to be.

* He would sneak around the trial, calling out for you. Hoping that you would feel bad or feel the need to comfort him.

* "Baby's cold, baby's lonely. He needs Mama's love."

* If one of the ex-pops got to you first, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt them just to get to you.

* He wanted you bad. You gave him an inch, and he wanted the mile.

* If you were on the floor, he would climb on top of you and rest his head on your stomach. If it wasn't for your heavens-forsaken ESOP, he'd be lying on your chest.

* He would force you to wrap your hands around him or put your hands on his head.

* If you were still standing, he would make sure to shoot you with Lupara before bolting over to you. He would grab your ESOP harness and shove you backward to the nearest wall.

* He'd force you to sit down so he could sit in your lap.

Kress Twins:

* They were pleasantly surprised with your manners. They expected someone rude, but no. You showed them that you were different.

* You would hear Otto and Arora talking about you. Praising you for your polite demeanor.

* "Such good manners, they would make an amazing pet."

* "Yes, love. They know how to treat their betters."

* Both Otto and Arora would try to coax you out of hiding, but would become angry if you tried to run from them.

* Arora would keep a sharp eye out for you because she wanted you. She wanted to know your face, feel your hair and caress you.

* Otto wanted to see Arora with you. He wanted you to treat them with respect. It had been so long since they had felt respected without having to demand it.

* If Otto caught you, he would snap at you for keeping yourself away from them. If you apologized, he would soften a little. He would see the fear on your face and decide a less severe punishment would be in order.

* Before hurting you, Arora would want to feel your hand. Otto would help her, letting her grab your hand and squeezing it gently. Telling you that you didn't need to run, they'd take good care of you.

* Instead of sawing you, Otto would slam the butt end of the saw against your stomach. You felt the air knocked out of your lungs as you wrapped your arms around your torso in pain.

* Otto would then grab the harness of your ESOP and drag you along with them. Trying to prevent anyone from hurting or taking you.

Liliya Bogomolova:

* Liliya adored you. Even she felt fuzzy at your sweet demeanor. The way you were so nervous, but so kind? She couldn't get enough.

* Liliya would spend the trial trying to calm you. If she could take the fear from you, you would be more accepting of her. Then, she could serve you. Love you more easily.

* If she saw you, she would carefully stalk you and hide herself close to you.

* When Liliya spoke to you or about you, she was softer. Even she caught you, she was softer.

* She tore parts of your clothes off to expose your soft skin. She would praise how sweet you were and how accepting you were. Insisting that there was no need to be afraid.

* She would drag her claws more gently along your skin, leaving little skips along the cuts where she went slightly too soft.

* You would shift between giggling and groaning because it was almost ticklish. Liliya would coo in approval each time you gave her a reaction.

* She disliked it when you forced her off of you or when you ran away. You were her beloved, her favorite lamb. She didn't think it was good for you to be away from her.

* "I will find you again, my sweet beloved."

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Pusher:

* He liked you. You were more tolerant of him. You didn't seem as scared of him, and he took notice of it.

* Sure, you were a little freaked out but still sweet. He could get you high easier, so both of you would be riding together.

* You noticed Pusher would keep a looser grip on you, as if he was trying to be more gentle.

* He would ask you to open your mouth somewhat nicely. If you didn't cooperate, only then would he shove the nozzle in your mouth.

* After getting you high, he would praise you and tell you to just enjoy it. As if he was trying to calm you, gaslight you into thinking it wasn't as bad as it was.

Pitcher:

* Pitcher was unsure how to feel about you at first. He kind of thought you were just messing with him. Either that, or you were just trying to get him to go easy on you.

* The more you showed your kind nature, the more he warmed up to you. He actually began to like you, but he didn't know exactly how to show it.

* He tried to speak to you at one point, but he couldn't. It just sounded like mumbling mixed with fried vocal cords.

* So, instead, he showed you the only way he knew how. With fire.

* He would grab your arm firmly, take one of his molotovs, and burn a heart into your arm.

* The pitcher would throw molotolvs at you less often unless you tried to run away from him. Then he would try and stop you just so he could be beside you once more.

* When he was around you, he wouldn't be so loud. As if you soothed his mind just a little. Instead of screaming, he would grunt or groan softly. Growl, if you tried to walk away from him.

Night Hunter:

* He loved how you were so sweet. Not even in just how you spoke to him, but your looks matched your personality.

* He was sure you were so sweet because you wanted his attention. When he would finally get you in his sights, he'd try to keep you with him.

* He even dared to face the lights if he needed to, but he usually dragged you back to him if you got a little too close.

* He would call you his little glow worm more often and always make sure you had your night vision goggles on. If he saw you, he wanted you to see him.

* He would talk softly with you, and keep his voice low. As if he didn't want to alert the others. He was gonna have you all to himself.

* The Night Hunter would keep his hands on you somehow. Whether you had you by the waist, the neck, the ankle, the wrist, it didn't matter. Whatever kept you attached to him.

* He would comment on how beautiful you were and how he wanted to hear those kind words from you again.

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This one was super fun to write, I won't lie. It took me a hot minute to get a flow going, but even then. Thank you so much for the suggestion once again!

Thank you all for the love you have shown me. The comments, submissions, likes, follows, reblogs, it's all highly appreciated! I love you all very much, and I hope y'all have a fantastic day. ♡

[soothingsuasion]

How the PAs + Ex-Pops + Dr. Easterman would react to other reagents fighting you

Hi everyone! I'm apologize for not posting recently, I've been kinda out of it. Not the fandom, but just in general.

I wanted to write something, though. Consider this a thank you for 100 followers! Truly, y'all are a blessing. I don't have the words to say a proper thanks. When I started writing, I didn't think anyone would like my writing so much. I love y'all. ♡

By the way, I don't mean imposters fighting you. I'm talking about actual reagents who have an issue with you. These will be some possessive headcanons, enjoy!

Leland Coyle:

* You were his favorite reagent. No one but him had a right to touch you. Let alone hurt you.

* When he saw the other reagents in your group start turning on you, he was pissed. He saw how they tried to sabotage you, how they tried to hurt you.

* The final straw was when one of the other reagents managed to drag you down to the floor and start punching you.

* Coyle started full-on sprinting at the reagent. His electron baton already primed over his shoulder.

* He was shouting at the reagent, pure anger behind his voice.

* "You beatnick rape-o hophead motherfuckers aren’t gonna cook what meat I want raw!”

* When the reagent ran from you, Coyle didn’t stop until he was right over you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back up to your feet. He then dragged you to the nearest hiding spot and forced you in, telling you not to move until the rest of the reagents were dead.

* After Coyle left you, his footsteps grew more confident. He was faster, more determined. He was going to kill the ones that hurt you.

* You saw briefly how he interacted with the other reagents. When he got in arms reach, he jerked them back towards him. Coyle forced them to the floor and didn't waste any time frying them.

* The crackling was loud, and Coyle's degrading names echoed throughout the halls.

* Every scream from the reagents only fanned the flames, making Coyle more excited for the hunt.

* Once Coyle came back to you, he pulled you out of your hiding spot. He put an arm around your waist and guided you with him.

Mother Gooseberry:

* Her favorite gosling? Getting hurt? She couldn't, wouldn't stand for it.

* She kept a careful eye on the other reagents when she noticed they were trying to move traps around.

* Her breaking point was when she realized you were heavily injured from all the traps you had tripped on.

* That's when Mother Gooseberry put the puzzle pieces together. Once she did, there was no going back.

* You had been hit by one final trap when Mother Gooseberry came to you. She firmly but gingerly helped you back up to your feet. She led you to a dark room and told you to wait there for her. Threatening to hurt you if you moved.

* The only thing you heard when you were hiding was screaming, Mr. Futterman’s drill and Mother Gooseberry's footsteps.

* You saw what she did to one reagent. When she had caught them, Mr. Futterman went straight to their forehead. Mother Gooseberry drilled through their skull and to their brain.

* While she was chasing the reagents, you heard a lot from Mr. Futterman. Constant cursing and yelling.

* “You grimy little fucks can't escape the goose grease!”

* Once all the others were dead, Mother Gooseberry did come back to you. She was pleased to see you hadn't moved and praised you for it.

* You noticed she was tired from all the chasing, but still concerned for you. She took your hand and led you to a medical box so you could heal.

* While you walked with her, you could feel her thumb rub the back of your hand. She would apologize that she wasn't there to protect you.

* “I'm sorry Mother wasn't there to protect her gosling. These wretched little children kept me from you.”

Franco Barbi:

* You were Franco’s mommy, his little rabbit, you weren’t gonna get hurt by these limpdick motherfuckers.

* Franco was angry for you. It was like he snapped when he saw the reagents try to lock you in the Chem Co facility. Thankfully, you managed to find your way out, but just barely.

* Franco's first priority was finding you so he could get you somewhere safe. If he found other reagents along the way, he would shoot them. Make them run.

* Once Franco found you, he grabbed you by the back of your ESOP. He pulled you around all the way until you got back to his room, where he kept the heavy grunt.

* He shoved you inside and took a moment to reload Lupara.

* “Don't worry mommy, baby’s gonna make these rat motherfuckers pay.”

* With that, he left. The popping of Lupara’s shots sounded much louder from where you were. You flinched every time you heard it.

* You couldn’t hear much else since Franco was so far from you, most of the time.

* Still, once Franco had killed the other reagents, he came back for you. He had one small bottle of medicine in his hands. He didn’t want you quite strong enough to fight back.

* He threw the medicine at you and waited for you to drink it. After you did, it was like he latched onto you instantly.

Kress Twins:

* They were more than upset, mostly because the other reagents weren't even playing fair.

* They had you do almost everything while bullying you.

* Otto and Arora's breaking point was when they saw a reagent slam your head on one of the metal valves.

* Arora borderline screamed at Otto to go and grab that reagent. Otto followed quickly and caught them just as quickly. He didn't even bother to get the reagent on the floor.

* Otto sawed through the reagent’s back, right on their spine. Once the reagent fell, Otto came running back to you.

* “My dear, look at what they did to our love.”

* “They must pay.”

* Otto grabbed your shoulder and forced you to walk with him. You could feel Arora's hand on your other shoulder, gently rubbing it.

* Otto put you in the nearest hiding spot and then left to find the others.

* You didn't even see any of the other reagents die. All you heard was the hollering, the sawing, and the breaking of glass.

* Still, Otto came back to you. They dragged you out of your hiding spot and brought you into the light. They then checked you over for any injuries. Of course you had some. Once they noticed, they left you once more to go get you medicine.

* When you started feeling a little better, they forced you along with them. Otto didn’t let you go until the doctors had to come and retrieve you.

Liliya Bogomolova:

* You were her little lamb, and she wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt you. That was reserved for her, and her only.

* When Liliya saw the other reagents picking on you, she was already keeping a close eye on them. Stalking them, and hiding around them more.

* Liliya stopped playing nice completely when she saw a reagent rip off the claws on one of her mannequins and stab you with them.

* Absolutely blasphemous, and Liliya wasn't having it. Liliya came out of hiding and bolted for the reagent who had hurt you. She moved right past you and tackled the reagent.

* She dug her claws into the reagent's neck, splitting it open. Once the reagent was limp, she got up and immediately went after the others.

* You slowly got up and covered your wound. You found the nearest bed and went to lay down for a minute. The pain was excruciating.

* It didn't take long for Liliya to get to the others. She had to hold herself back from acting too rash. She was angry, but she couldn't just constantly chase them. She needed to trick them, using her hiding skills. It was easier to get them that way.

* Once they were dead, Liliya slinked back to find you. It didn't take her too long since you hadn't moved very far. She saw you on the bed and rested her claws on you. She scratched lightly before noticing the wound on you.

* You swore you heard a light growl from her lips before she went off to find you some medicine.

* “I will care for you, my beloved.”

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Pusher:

* Pusher didn't like the way the other reagents treated you. He saw what they did, putting you in harm's way.

* Forcing you into traps, locking doors behind you so you couldn't escape the prime assets.. it didn't ever stop.

* Pusher would try and keep the other reagents in psychosis. Not you, though. Pusher always moved past you.

* “Don't worry baby, these bitches are in for a wild ride.”

* He would move antidotes away from the other reagents, just to keep them in psychosis longer. It would eventually work, killing at least 1 of the others.

* Pusher would also move medicine, making sure it was easier for you to find.

Pitcher:

* Pitcher hated it. He saw the way they treated you, like you were some sort of outcast.

* Pitcher would throw more molotolvs out. He did try and make sure you didn't get hit by them, but no promises.

* He would scream more often, too. It was louder than normal and sounded more strained. You would hear Pitcher growl and grumble to himself, but you couldn't make out anything he wanted to say.

* You noticed Pitcher would keep a close eye on you. Every time he saw you, his eyes scanned you for new injuries. He almost always found them.

* Pitcher would get so angry that he eventually stopped leaving the trial environment. If he ever did, it wasn't for long.

Night Hunter:

* The Night Hunter, like the others, hated seeing you hurt at the hands of these other reagents.

* The other reagents only hurt you so much before the Night Hunter decided you needed to stay with him.

* He wouldn't let you leave dark areas, and he always needed to have you in his line of sight.

* “I see you glow worm. For what they did to you, they're gonna fucking die.”

* Every time reagents would come in the room, the Night Hunter may as well have turned into the pouncer.

* He caught them and lacerated them until you could hardly recognize them.

* If the Night Hunter ever came across bandages, he would give them to you. Possibly even try to put them on you himself.

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Dr. Easterman:

* He would watch your trials. You were supposed to be hurt, but not like this.

* Easterman thought it would make you stronger at first. He thought it would teach you not to trust others. So, he let it continue.

* Then, he realized every reagent that you got paired with tried to kill you. That's when Easterman took action.

* Even for him, it was hard watching his little lamb get bullied. So, Easterman forbade other reagents from doing trials with you.

* If the doctors forgot you needed to do trials alone and let another reagent go with you, the Jaeger needed to be put in the trial. The Jaeger was then forced to go after the other reagent(s).

* If you were stuck with another reagent, Easterman would monitor the trial closely. Just to make sure you didn’t get hurt. Beyond what you were supposed to, anyway.

* If he saw the other reagent(s) hurting you, he would force the doctors to go in and grab you.

* He would talk to himself about you after your trials. He would occasionally leave you special voice messages on your radio.

* "I see how hard you're working and how sore those precious hands are. These others are just a distraction. Keep your attention on me, little lamb."

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I wanted to make this post longer so it felt more special. Seriously, thank you all so much for 100 followers. I can't say it enough.

I want to get more posts out there, and I hope I'll do it soon! As I said before, I've been kinda out of it recently. Just sorta sluggish.

I appreciate everyone's support greatly, and I highly enjoy reading y'all's submissions! I hope you (yes you) have a great day. Much love and affection. ♡

[astral--inkwell]

Scapegoat

♡ Summary: Deemed a liability for Murkoff Corporation, you are swiftly taken from the sleep room and placed into a trial. Not as a reagent, but a scapegoat. Lucky for you, the Prime Asset you're placed under is utterly obsessed with you!

♡ A/N: There's a joke at the beginning that clashes with the tone of the rest of the fic, but I thought of it and it made me laugh, so, it stays.

CW: yandere, GRAPHIC depictions of violence, light angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of acid and what it does to skin, hot wax (not in a kinky way), needles, very slight degradation from easterman, unethical science, broken bones, swearing, reader regresses a little from the fear and all the drugs the scientists have pumped in them, kidnapping (kind of), this is an outlast fic you probably know what you're getting into

The Prelude...

“Is this because I called it “Jerk-Off” corporation? Because I swear I was just joking-!”

You were cut off abruptly as a needle pierced the skin of your neck and filled your system to the brim with sedative. The scientist who did it rolled their eyes and hauled you up onto the table, muttering to themself. 

Dr. Easterman shook his head in disappointment as he watched you through his screen, “Only partially,” he said to your unconscious form. It was really a mix of your lackluster performance and the fact that he had noticed that the Prime Asset he was sending you to was, for lack of a better word, infatuated with you. It was always a shame to lose a reagent, but it was all in the name of science. In the name of Murkoff.

Easterman took a drag of his cigarette.

“Let the trial begin.”

Sargent Leland Coyle

“Let- let me go!” You sobbed, “I-I-I’m gonna call the pol-police!”

Restrained to the Judge’s bench, you thrashed every which way, occasionally choking yourself on the noose wrapped around your neck. Coyle stood in front of the entrance to the courtroom, gripping his baton so tightly his knuckles were turning white under his glove.

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing!” He called out, “I’m already here, and I ain’t gonna let no criminal scum touch a hair on your pretty little head!” 

He turned his gaze to glare at the mannequin in blue, sitting so primly in her chair in the accused’s section, “And I ain’t gonna let that bitch walk again…”

Coyle lifted you from the bench with an uncharacteristic tenderness. Your crying had quieted substantially, but your voice raised back to a sob when your broken ankle swayed limply. 

The reagent had managed to get you once before Coyle had slammed them to the ground and crushed part of their skull with how hard he had thrust his baton at them, but he didn’t stop there. He had turned the electricity on so high and kept it in their head for so long that the entire courtroom was filled with the smell of burnt flesh by the time he was done.

Leland pressed his mouth into your scalp, no longer cloaked in burlap, but didn’t kiss. Instead, he breathed your scent in deeply, like an asthmatic with their inhaler. You shook in his arms and tried to ignore the throbbing in your ankle.

Mother Gooseberry/Phyllis Futterman

“I-I want my mama…” Your voice was low and thick with tears, “Want my mama, want my mama…”

Mother Gooseberry’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces at the sound of your abject misery. She pet your head through the burlap sack and leaned down, “Hush. Hush, hush, hush, my poor baby… Don’t fret, Mother’s here, Mother’s here…” 

“Grandpa’s not gonna let any fucks put their filthy handses on you!” 

“Gently, Daddy, gently…”

Phyllis wiped the wax off your skin the best she could, humming and cooing every time you groaned in pain.

“There, there, sweetheart, I know it hurts. Mother’s going to get it all off of you…”

The air stunk of iron and sulfur, and the bag was still covering your head. Gooseberry had immediately devoted her attention to getting all of the wax off once the screams had stopped.

You didn’t really want the bag off soon, anyways. You didn’t want to see what had happened to the people you used to eat and arm wrestle and play chess with.

Franco "Il Bambino" Barbi

“Want my goggles back…” You murmured between whimpers and sniffles, “M’scared of the dark…”

Franco couldn’t quite make out what you were saying, but it didn’t bother him very much, because he had more urgent matters to take care of at that moment.

“Shh, y’don’t have to say nothing, baby. Come on, let’s get you comfortable.”

He wheeled you into the panic room, securing you at the end of the trail. He grabbed your cheek through the sack on your head, pulling you towards him and pressing a kiss to your other one through the scratchy fabric, soaked with your tears.

“You stay right here, and I’ll be right back, swear to god. Just gotta take care of these fuckin’ rats.”

Pink water pooled around Franco’s dirty shoes as he gently held your chin up with one hand and a hose over your head with the other. You shivered as the cold water ran down your body and soaked your clothes, washing the blood from the tank away. 

In contrast to your freezing, vulnerable form, Franco had a look of utter confidence and relief on his countenance.

“See, sweetness? Took care of those fuckin’ finks for you. Ain’t no fuckin’ scabs can take the money out of the pockets of hard-working folks like us.”

He tilted your head back and kissed you on the nose, humming to himself in contentment all the while.

Otto and Arora Kress

Your breathing was loud and labored under the cheap plastic of the mask as you weakly squirmed in your restraints. 

“Don’t wanna die- I don’t wanna die!” Your voice was a quiet, pathetic wail, wet with the phlegm gathering in your throat.

“And so you won’t, darling!” Otto called out to you from across the fountain. Though Arora had already busied herself with fiddling with the “water” guns pointed at you, trying to find some way to make them malfunction, she muttered to herself, “None of those fucking mutts are going to touch you.”

Otto’s heart ached for you as you whimpered in your fitful sleep. He could hear your legs shuffling in place under the sheets.

Arora was bent over, her face only a foot from yours as she spread a homemade salve over the parts where the acid had gotten you. The only reason you were able to fall asleep in the first place is because she had knocked you out with a sleeping gas the moment they managed to get you down from the fountain.

In a way, you were lucky. Not many people who came under their hands had the privilege of anesthesia.

When she was done, Arora let her wrinkled hand rest on your forehead for a moment before tapping Otto on the arm. He turned around to see your sleeping, blistered face, and leaned over you, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

“Tout ira bien,” he murmured, “Tout ira bien.”

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[holydayaria]

piggybacking off the yandere outlast harem post you reblogged, imagine how fun (or mortifying) prime time would be, all the assets fighting each other and telling each other to kill themselves over reader while they’re fighting for their life being passed around like a football

Horrifying concept. Link to the post being referred to here go reblog and like it’s monumental to me.

I think it starts with Coyle and Franco.

Whichever one of them saw you first, they cause such a racket that the other Prime’s noticed. It’s best to sneak away while they’re busy arguing with themselves. Coyle tries to “make you choose” and Franco is close to losing his shit and fucking up the other side of that cop’s face.

Franco relies on your fear of Coyle to lure you out and vice versa. Franco’s repeatedly calling out for you as if you were a stray cat, and Coyle keeps mumbling to himself about some sort of “witness protection.” Franco might be willing to share you with Gooseberry if he thinks she’ll give him attention too, but Coyle is convinced that he’s the only normal one in this nuthouse and that handing you off to anyone else would be signing your death sentence.

Gooseberry tries to prop herself as the voice of reason, despite Dr. Futterman’s yammering. Aren’t those two men being scary? Why don’t you come with mother, and Daddy if that cop doesn’t stop saying obscene things—I’ll drill his fucking teeths out!!

…Why don’t you come to the orphanage with her? It’s the home for all lost children like yourself. Maybe if you’re good, she can take you to the fun park ^_^. FWIW she’s pretty good at warding Coyle and Franco off. Franco isn’t going to shoot her (you can be his playmate, but that’s still mommy), and that power drill makes Coyle uneasy. Also I’m pretty sure she could physically overpower him if she really wanted to.

The actual voices of reason are Otto and Arora. They think everyone involved is rather pathetic (you included, but they come to the consensus that you do have a slight appeal. charming in a strange way). They aren’t delusional like Coyle or Gooseberry and they aren’t trigger happy and overly possessive like Franco. Otto might propose that it would be in everyone’s best interest to work together to keep you from running away, but neither he nor Arora want to work with any of those ruffians. Just have the others do all the work for them, really.

Their interests in you stem from superiority over the other assets. Watching the others fight like rabid dogs is amusing and a testament to their ill nature, sure, but… Well, Arora will admit that you are a little cute. If she likes you, then so does Otto. Besides, aren’t they the most reasonable choice? If you had to pick, surely you’re sensible enough to go with them?

If you choose to be stupid, Arora has a pretty good aim with her chemicals. They’d treat you decently enough if they take you with them, but if the other Prime’s decide to gang up on the Kress twins to take you, they’re shit out of luck. Otto does not have the mobility or dexterity to fight off three lunatics all charging him with weapons. Better hope Arora has some spare bottles to throw.

If Lilliya was allowed in Prime Time, the entire ordeal would be over within half an hour & she’d have a brand new acolyte to drag around the resort.

[whiskehorange]

How would Eddie, Chris, and trager react to an s/o who looks human but just isn’t? However you want to take that is fine but like would the be somewhat frightened as it’s hinted at with the walrider or would they just be like “oh they messed you up here too?”

Eddie

Listen, as hard as this is to "accept," Eddie does not give a fuck about what you are. You have a smokin' hot body and that's absolutely all he sees

Eddie is blind to a lot that happens around him in the asylum and even more so now that you have what looks like a seemingly normal body. Even with your... oddly wrong human anatomy that he can't seems to figure out what's wrong, you're enough for him

He goes on rants about how no one is human here, yada yada, something misogynistic, some trauma dumping, it's a lot. Once you're able to really get it through his head that you're much more than what you appear to be physically, he's at the point where he's invested to much time and borderline one-sided love into you that it doesn't really matter anymore

Literally if you're just barely human-passing he does not care. He needs something to be obsessive over and you are the only things he's able to at the moment

Chris

Of what's left of his conscious, his first reaction is to freak the fuck out silently as he wonders if you have anything to do with the Walrider/Swarm. Your vague human-like appearance doesn't bother him, but he really doesn't want to see you as a threat

Every explanation you give him goes in one ear and out the other, but at least he knows that you're "good." It'd break his poor little heart if he had to destroy just about the only thing good he has in this asylum

His possessive levels increase drastically as he feels the need to protect you completely from the Walrider whilst you're here. He's a big brute force that will try his best to keep you out of harms way

(Lets act like what happens to him doesn't happen. Rip by boy Chris, he would have loved Heelys)

He just things you're pretty/handsome AND neat :)

Trager

There is a weird amount of silence as Richard tries to remember if it was him... that once... operated on you. Damn, that would be awkward as hell

He's more frightened at the thought of him doing that to you and if you'll respond well, but thankfully it's none of his doing. He just about had a heart-attack. You're looking pretty snazzy though, what are your problems

He doesn't look too much into the whole humanoid part of you, its the norm here in the asylum. Have you seen absolutely anyone else in here yet? Yeah why should he be worried about you? You're the best looking

Richard does inquire a lot about just exactly what you are and all that, he is in the medical field after all. But now that his name is cleared he doesn't mind being pushy asking for information, maybe he can figure out a way to fix it

[vikkirosko]

Outlast request coming up! How Miles, Chris, Trager, Frank and Gluskin would react to Reder who decided to investigate Mount Massive and, upon being trapped inside, decided that they might as well turn this place into a circus (they prank inmates, crack various jokes, turn on Yakety Sax when they run away from someone, etc.)? Bonus if Reader constantly avoids getting caught.

Headcanons Circus

📹 Miles Upshur x Reader 🩸

It took Miles a while to learn that he wasn't the only one trapped. He tried his best to hide from the patients, tried to survive, but when he heard the ringing laughter, he thought that he was going crazy after all. It wasn't the insane laughter of one of the patients, it was a sincere, cheerful laugh, as if someone had told a funny joke. It didn't take him long to find out that you were the source of the laughter. You didn't look like a patient, more like a person who happened to be there. Although your clothes looked dirty, they were not the clothes of a doctor or a patient. You quickly noticed him and, realizing that he was also not from here, hurried to him. You were genuinely glad to have the opportunity to show your successes to someone who wasn't crazy and didn't want you dead, and Miles became that kind of person for you

You were leading Miles by the arm and telling him about how a few hours ago you arrived at the asylum and got inside, but you couldn't get out, so you decided to take advantage of the fact that no one could condemn you for what you were doing. You explained to him that you didn't do anything that could harm anyone. You just set up your own personal circus for yourself. You told him about how you made fun of the patients, joked, although they didn't like your jokes very much, but you didn't get upset. Sometimes they tried to catch you, but you ran away from them by loudly turning on the music on your phone. It was as if you didn't take what was happening seriously and weren't afraid to die in such a frightening place. Looking at you, it seemed to him more and more that you had already lost your mind, but at the same time you could be the only one who could help him get out of there

You showed him all kinds of places and told him who he was most afraid of. You didn't know absolutely everything, but you knew the ways that were the safest. Miles understood that your help was really important. Thanks to you, he found out who was especially to be feared and was able to find documents that proved the illegality of what was happening in the asylum. He was grateful to you and wanted to help you leave this place, because neither of you were crazy, even if your desire to have fun made him anxious. You agreed that you would try to find a way out, and after a while you would meet at the entrance and decide what to do. While you were exploring the upper floors, Miles headed down to the secret labs, where there was the most irrefutable evidence

You never waited for him to come back. You hid and saw a man you didn't know run away, and you ran after him. What you saw when you turned around really scared you. Something in which you saw Miles's silhouette, but you didn't know if it was really like that. You weren't stupid and didn't plan on dying out of your own curiosity, so you hurried to leave this place. But that didn't mean you weren't going to come back. You planned to wait a bit and then come back again to try to find Miles or at least his tracks. You wanted to know what happened to him

⛓️ Chris Walker x Reader 🐽

Chris has been patrolling the building since the chaos began in the asylum. Many people had died at his hands, and he wasn't going to stop. And you were one of those who, even before the incident, could be considered a violator of security protocols. You weren't a patient, and you weren't an employee either. You were just an outsider who found out about the supposedly abandoned building and decided to explore the place. It wasn't until you were inside that you realized that the asylum wasn't abandoned. There were patients there, most of whom didn't react much to anything, but there were also those who were aggressive towards you. Including Chris. But even if you wanted to, you couldn't leave this place. You were trapped, and now you were going to take full advantage of it, so that if you were going to die in this crazy place, at least you could have some fun before you died

It was the former guard who became your most frequent target for jokes. You made fun of all the patients, but he was the one you had the most fun playing pranks on. You liked seeing him get angry, and how he got even angrier when he couldn't catch you. There was no evil intent in your jokes, but Chris continued to haunt you. He was annoyed by the way you treated him lightly, he was annoyed by the way you hid from him. During your entire stay at the asylum, he never managed to catch you, but if he had, you would have been dead a long time ago. Sometimes he watched you make fun of other patients, and deep down, some of your jokes even seemed funny to him, but he would never admit it, even to himself

You used all the ways to survive and still have fun. You memorized every corridor, every ventilation shaft, and every manhole you could use. The fact that Chris was slower and bigger than you only played into your hands. You could have run away from him into narrow corridors where he couldn't get in, but you knew that only made him angrier. You knew that at some point his anger could come down on you to the fullest, but you preferred not to think about it, plunging into your fun with your head

Those patients who saw you making fun of Chris from a distance were sure that you were no less insane than everyone else. You walked on a knife's edge every time, laughing in the face of death. It was a miracle that you ran away from him every time, but they were wondering how long your luck would be with you. You didn't know how long you'd be able to escape from him. But you weren't going to stop. You believed less and less that you could leave this place alive, so you intended to continue making your own personal circus out of a building full of madness, in which Chris unwittingly became the main actor

💉 Richard Trager x Reader ✂️

Richard Trager has been taking full advantage of this since the chaos began in the asylum. He bullied the patients, the staff, anyone he could catch. Those who fell into his hands would rather die than what he did to them. But it didn't escape his eyes that something strange was starting to happen. He was sure that he heard music, as if from a funny moment in a movie, and sometimes he heard someone laughing, not crazy, but genuinely funny. He was curious to know who was the source of this laughter. That's why he saw you. You weren't one of the staff or the patients. You were a stranger in this place, who ended up there for some unknown reason, and for him you became another person who could become his new patient on the operating table

Someone could have called you crazy because of what you were doing. You climbed into a supposedly abandoned asylum hoping to explore this place, but instead found yourself trapped among lunatics, some of whom wanted you dead. But you weren't going to despair about it. You planned to get the most out of your forced confinement, and for that you started making fun of the patients. Of course, the blood, corpses and internal organs did not cause you any joy, but you continued to arrange a small circus for yourself. When you accidentally ran into Richard, you didn't wait for him to attack you and ran away. You understood that now he was stalking you, but even from this you decided to get your own advantage and start playing him. It was more dangerous than making fun of patients who didn't always bother to pursue them for a long time, but it only made the situation funnier for you

Trager was well aware that you were having fun watching his reaction to your little pranks. He continued to chase you, intending to find out how long you could not be afraid of him and joke around, he wanted to know how long you could run away from him. He walked slowly on purpose, watched you carefully, and waited for the right moment to catch you, but you didn't let yourself be caught so easily. You've memorized the corridors and ventilation shafts well. You knew where you could run and escape, and where a dead end awaited you. You saw what happened to those who fell into Richard's hands, and you weren't going to be his next victim, which meant you couldn't afford to risk running in a direction you didn't know

You both made the most of your imprisonment in the asylum, albeit in different ways. He caused serious harm to others and killed them, and you were just joking and playing harmless pranks. But now the two of you were connected. For Richard, you were his victim, the person he kept following to finally find out how you would try to joke on his operating table, and you tried your best to avoid that fate. The last thing you wanted to do was spend the rest of your life being crippled by a crazy man who decided he was a great surgeon, and at least so far you've actually been able to do it

🥩 Frank Manera x Reader 🩸

Your entry into the supposedly abandoned asylum turned out to be much easier than you expected. But what you didn't expect was that there would be people in the building. The Asylum was not abandoned, but what was happening there would have horrified anyone. You wanted to leave, but when you realized that you were trapped there as well as the escaped patients, you decided not to despair and instead turn this frightening place into your personal circus. You played pranks on the patients, played pranks, and ran away from them. You memorized every corridor, every turn, and every room, because your life depended on it. But when you found yourself in a part of the building where surprisingly no one was there, you felt a slight anxiety. When you found the kitchen, you realized why you hadn't met anyone. It was a hunting ground, and Frank Manera was the one who killed those who wandered you. You saw the cannibal in the process of his meal and realized that your situation was worse than you initially thought

He could practically smell you, through the smell of meat and blood. You tried to sneak past him as quietly as possible, but he could smell the clean meat. You were an outsider, an easy prey with tender meat that clearly had no place in this crazy place and he intended to catch you. When you heard the roar of a hand-held circular saw behind you, you realized that you had been discovered after all, and therefore you began to run away. You couldn't leave this part of the building yet, so you hid, explored new rooms, and when you felt that you knew the escape routes well enough, you decided to take a little revenge on him for having to run away from him so much. Frank has become the new victim of your jokes. He was angry that you kept running away from him, and he was annoyed by your cheerful laughter when he fell for your next trick, as if you were a cunning fox that eluded a hunter, a predator

The highlight of your jokes was that you staged a prank in the kitchen. He came there, not finding you in the rooms, and was surprised that everything was out of place, and a funny message was written in blood on the wall to him. You didn't feel the slightest pleasure from preparing this joke, but looking at the result, you realized that it was worth it. You might never have been able to wash your hands of the feeling of other people's blood and entrails, but you weren't even sure if you could leave the asylum, which means you were going to make fun of others like it was the last day of your life. Maybe it was true, but you preferred not to think about it

Sometimes you've wondered how crazy you've become since you came to this place. Looking at yourself now, stained in someone else's blood, you were amazed at how much your moral boundaries had expanded. Now even your unwitting cannibal neighbor, who grumbled at you as if out of habit rather than out of real anger, didn't seem like such bad company to you, but as long as he continued to want you to become meat for his dinner, you continued to run away. But maybe at some point, he would have gotten tired of this hunt, and then you could at least try to have a normal conversation

🎶 Eddie Gluskin x Reader 🪡

Did you think that you decided to enter the supposedly abandoned asylum, that there would be people there and that you would be stuck there? Of course not. You just wanted to explore this place and had no idea what you would encounter there. For you, this whole place has become a huge circus created by your own hands. You made fun of the patients, ran away from them, and treated everything that was happening as if it were your own personal entertainment that you couldn't get hurt for. If someone saw you from the outside, they would think that you had already lost your mind. After another escape from the patients, you ran into a place you didn't know. You've managed to explore quite a large part of the asylum, or so it seemed to you. At first, it seemed to you that there was no one in this part of the building. You haven't seen a single patient and decided that this place would make a good place to relax. But pretty soon you ran into someone who had no one in this part of the building. Eddie, one of the patients who stood out a lot because of his clothes and who quickly started following you around talking about your wedding

It's all become a big game for two for you. You were hiding from him, running away, joking, and Eddie, immersed in his illusions, perceived it as if you were just playing hard to get. You weren't sure if he could have left you alone at some point if you had continued to make fun of him, or if he would have decided that you weren't suitable for the role of the so-called bride. You were interested in testing the limits of his patience, and you actively ran away from him. You were hiding in narrow ventilation shafts where he couldn't reach you, and you heard him humming a song you knew, asking you not to be afraid of him and stop hiding from your fiance. You just rolled your eyes, amazed at how persistent he was. You didn't believe a single word he said, realizing that Eddie was crazy, but it was even nice that he continued to follow you so faithfully while you continued to make fun of him and run away from him

Sometimes you were in a softer mood. You played what you called a game of hide-and-seek with him. This game was not fair from the beginning. You had escape plans for any eventuality, you hid well and hummed the very song that he usually sang. To Eddie, your voice was like a siren's song, leading a sailor to certain death, but he kept looking for you. Sometimes, when you were especially confident, you would peacefully wait until he was in the same room as you. You smiled at Eddie, who was just beginning his enthusiastic monologue, but you, provoking him again, winked at him or blew him a kiss, after which you ran away, slipping out of his grasp again. You doubted that if he had caught you, you would have been safe, so you never did it, unsure that you would be okay and able to escape. You had fun, but you still wanted to live, so you kept running away from him whenever you felt real danger

Hiding in one of the rooms, you read the documents about Eddie, wondering what would have happened if you had met at another time, in another place. Maybe you could get along, or maybe he would try to kill you. But right now, it was just the two of you and the asylum where you were both locked up. You didn't know how long you could have run away from him or how long you would have been looking for a way out, but as long as you had the opportunity, you continued to have fun to the fullest. Perhaps that would have led to your subsequent death at Eddie's hands, but you weren't so worried about it anymore. Perhaps you really succumbed to the influence of this place and went a little crazy, but for Eddie you were still the same beautiful vision that he never tired of pursuing no matter what

[simperdie]

Outlast characters and their preferred pet names

Characters included: Eddie Gluskin, Chris Walker, Jeremy Blaire, Waylon Park, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager

Eddie Gluskin: Darling is his go-to, but he also likes to call you dearest, and he'll drop the occasional "yes, dear" with a sigh when you ask him to do something- just to tease you, of course

Chris Walker: Little Pig, Piggy, Piglet; he doesn't really stray from Pig Based pet names unless he's having a particularly good day, and then he might call you sugar

Jeremy Blaire: He doesn't really use pet names unless he's apologizing for something, and even then it's pretty much exclusively baby or babe. He's the type to get embarrassed by super sappy pet names and he feels silly using them

Waylon Park: Very bland with his pet names, but he has a preference for shorter ones- babe, hon, dear, etc. He doesn't use them very often, usually just when he's tipsy or feeling particularly affectionate

Miles Upshur: He uses pet names instead of your actual name 99% of the time, preferring to stick to the classics- baby, honey, angel, sweetie

Richard Trager: He uses babe when he's actually trying to be affectionate, but when he's being condescending or trying to lie his way out of something he'll call you things like baby, sweetheart, light of my life, etc

[trials-and-temptations]

Some silly little intro graphics I made for my AUs. Made on Picsart. All images from there.

[bam-okei1112]

Requested for Genderbend Macaroni and Cheddar Cheese Cookie

[oncracknugget]

Listening to "Sunset of Seven Suns" and drawing this, it really is my favorite song from this chapter!

🩷💙

[bababooey108]

I’ve been doing simple quick sketches of them a lot. Ever since I was a kid they’ve been my favourite MH dudes. They’ll never leave my head. ☯️

“I’m smart, and kind-“

“KIND of a DORK” 🗣️🗣️💥‼️

[bee-bug22]

Ugh is artstyle is sooooo good. I love the angular line art.

[star-snot5]

Krusie and their dragons!! I made hypothetical Pokémon teams for all the deltanerds and I wanna draw them aaaaall

[ickymakesart]

unnngghhh like maybe things will be okay? things will be peachy and it’s totally normal that Susie wants to be in the dark world All the time

[deepfrieddeltarunememes]

we gonna talk about how recontextualized this scene is after chapter 5 (statement)

knowing that Kris does have feelings for Susie, and that Susie's ability to feel comfortable expressing hers depends in large part on reciprocity

their respective body language makes so much sense:

Kris doesn't feel like they can/should express their feelings for Susie but they want to, so they take a step back but don't actually let go once they've gotten that close, while Susie leans forward at the same time as they lean back

Susie, mistaking Kris pulling her close for reciprocal desire (in this case, to also want to bite her hair lol like she wants to bite theirs) (because they aren't normal) tries to close the distance further

and she's actually really upset that Kris rejects that advance when she thought it was something they initiated!

so Susie would want to be pulled closer by Kris and would lean into it if they did, but Kris, pulling her closer than they were supposed to, doesn't feel like they can take a step forward but also can't bring themself to let go. and if she took that final step forward they'd be screwed.

[whichhats]

this is my contribution to the deltarune fandom and why i shouldnt be allowed to wake up at 5am

[teriibyte]

hello blellow nation enjoy this stupid lil thang

textless ver. bc i realized i covered up yellows silly bolo tie