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loboto-bear · 1 month ago

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As promised, following from this post and this art, I present to you a little exploration of Franco/fem!Easterman, because something something Mommy Doctor - enjoy!

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Easterman’s office was a sacred place. A myth, almost. A place few had entered, and fewer had returned from. The Doctor rarely graced her subjects with her presence, save for her shadowy visage on a screen or calm, demanding voice over a speaker. As a result, actually getting to see her- to be in her presence- was a monumental event, for both patient and doctor.

The low-lit quarters had been thoroughly cleaned, top to bottom, in preparation for the Doctor’s upcoming visitor. After all, it was only polite to tidy things up before indulging a guest, especially someone so… important. Easterman loved all her patients like they were her children, but even the best, most loving caregiver has favorites. The Prime Assets were the Doctor’s pride and joy, her greatest achievements aside from the Sinyala facility itself. Three hand-selected experts in pain and torment, each with their own methods to employ and baggage to exploit; their brains, perfectly malleable. Yes, Easterman loved all of them, but even they weren’t immune to her preferences. Gooseberry and Coyle were undeniably brilliant displays of the Doctor’s prowess, and they had both had time as her golden children, but they were too far gone; too lost in the world their ward had given them. It made them thrilling to watch, but agonizing to interact with.

Then there was the baby.

Despite being the newest Prime Asset, Franco had already caught Easterman’s attention for his performance. At first, the Doctor assumed his skill, his brutality, would level out the same way the others’ did, but much to her surprise he only got better. While he wasn’t the most graceful executioner, every kill Bambino performed was more gruesome, more purposeful than the last. Initially, it was theorized that this was because of his weapon, his Lupara as he called it. The raw, psychic energy of Franco’s ‘pacifier’ was undeniable; the Doctor had spent many a night studying it intimately. However, it quickly became clear that Franco’s motivation was a little more straightforward. While the others were children in the figurative sense, Franco was literally a child, craving love and validation that Easterman was more than happy to provide- if he behaved well, of course.

It was a rare occasion, but the Doctor wanted to speak with her new favorite. She had spoken to him before, albeit indirectly through one-way glass or over the tannoy. Seeing him face-to-face would be a new experience.

She sat at her desk, legs crossed and hands folded in front of her, listening intently to the sound of chaos emanating from the hallway.

“Get the fuck offa me!” She heard her subject bark. “The fuck you tryn’a do, huh?! I swear, if I had my Lupara, your ugly mug would be paintin’ that fuckin’ wall, pal- AGH!” The sound of him getting hit by one of the guards brought the Doctor no joy, but it didn’t dissatisfy her either. As the door opened, Easterman felt herself grow excited.

“Here he is, Doctor,” the security officer grumbled. “Whiny bastard was giving us a lot of trouble.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Franco retorted. “Wouldn’ta been so difficult if you just told me what was goin’ on.”

A guard was about to hit him again, but Easterman raised a hand, prompting him to stop. “You may go,” she said.

The men exchanged glances. “Ma’am, do you really want to be alone with him? He’s-“

“I’m not repeating myself,” the Doctor affirmed. “Leave. Now.”

Begrudgingly, the security guards left the room, looking back over their shoulders a final time before closing the door behind them with a loud clunk. The office fell silent, the air growing thick with tension as Easterman and her patient stared at each other. The longer they remained quiet, the more Franco’s stature began to shrink; twiddling his thumbs and tapping his foot, unable to keep eye contact.

“Hello, Franco,” the Doctor began. “It’s nice to finally see you in-person. Well, in-person with no bulletproof glass in the way, at least.”

The young man stayed quiet, his bulging eyes twitching in their sockets, flitting from each corner of the room, analyzing every object. His new demeanor was a far cry from the volatile gangster he embodied during the journey to the office. The leather of his gloves creaked as he wrung his hands behind his back. His heavy, labored breathing was audible, creating a soundscape of anxiety. Easterman had read his file and observed his behavior enough times to understand why he was suddenly so diminutive, but she could play along. It would benefit her more that way.

“What’s all this about…?” He finally stammered. “Am I in trouble or somethin’?”

How cute.

“No, no, not at all,” Easterman continued. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ve brought you here because of your exceptional performance.”

Franco’s ears pricked up. In an instant, his half-worried expression melted away into something more arrogant. A wry smirk split his unpleasant face. “Oh really?”

“Yes, so there’s no need to worry, I can assure you,” the Doctor affirmed. “Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable.” She gestured to the chair in front of her desk, and the small table next to it with a glass perched on top. “I’ve even taken the liberty of preparing some Wolf’s Milk for you. A little treat from me to you.”

While there was still reluctance in his movement, Franco eagerly strutted over to sit himself down, taking the glass of foul liquor into his hand. He seemed far more relaxed, satisfied even. He was always the easiest to win over.

“As I said, Franco, your performance in my trials recently has been beyond my wildest expectations,” Easterman continued, pride oozing from every word. “You really are talented.”

The young man slicked his hair back, swirling his drink. “Naturally,” he snickered. “I’m a businessman at the end of the day, Doctor. Gettin’ my clients what they want and takin’ out rats who get in the way is what I do best.”

Easterman watched as he took a long, uncomfortable swig. “You view me as just another customer then?”

“Oh, no, never,” Franco insisted, picking up the dissatisfaction in her voice. “You’re much more important than that. I promise.”

“Is that so?”

“A’course.” Franco chuckled anxiously. “I, uh, value your feedback.”

There it was. Exactly as expected. The Doctor smiled, leaning forward slightly. “Positive reinforcement is a valuable tool. Even the most hard-hearted individual can be swayed with praise and appreciation.”

She paused for a moment, observing her Asset’s body language. It was fascinating how steadfast his bravado was when he put it into action. The second the guards left he was like some trembling schoolboy being sent to the principal, but now he was his usual cocky self, downing his cocktail as if nothing had happened. Easterman had seen that switch flip so many times, but seeing it physically in front of her was a new experience. It was time to tear it down.

“I give you such positive evaluations, Franco, because-“ The Doctor tutted dreamily. “- well, because you’re my favorite.”

The young man froze, mid-sip, almost choking on his beverage. “What was that?” He spluttered, clearing his throat.

“I know, I know,” Easterman continued, raising her hands in acknowledgement. “It’s terrible to have favorites, but I simply cannot help myself. You’re a skilled killer, Franco, and you’ve adapted to my tests so beautifully.” She turned her head slightly, feigning bashfulness. “And knowing that you’re doing it all for my praise- why, it makes my heart swell.”

Shaking, Franco placed his glass on the table, swallowing heavily. “T-thank you.” His face twitched between emotions, unsure whether to settle on concern or a rare burst of appreciative humility. Either way, the mask was slipping. The Doctor gave her patient time to process her words, hanging on every slight movement he made, every expression. The only thing better than building someone up was breaking them down, only to build them back up again as something new. Better. It was practically Easterman’s speciality.

“It means a lot to hear all that. That I’m… good,” Franco uttered. “You- You know I’d do anythin’ for you, m-.” He stopped himself. “… Doctor.”

Instinctively, Easterman squeezed her thighs. That’s what she liked to hear. Franco truly was an ideal torture toy. Just enough pride to make exposing and exploiting his abysmal self esteem exceedingly satisfying. An ample vessel for love and affection, humiliation and contempt. The equally frightened and thrilled look on his ruptured little visage told her that much.

“As you can imagine, I have more patients than I can count here at Sinyala,” Easterman purred. “All of them try to gain my attention and approval, and most of them fail miserably.” She stood, tracing her fingers along the edge of her desk as she moved in front of it. “But not you. You’re special, Franco. Near perfect. That’s why I wanted you here.” The Doctor paused for a moment, basking in her Asset’s crooked, ecstatic smile and pleading, worshiping gaze. Literal child’s play. “With the others, I can say ‘jump’ and they’ll jump, but with you, I can say ‘jump’ and you’ll ask-“

“How high?!”

Franco practically leapt out of his seat to interject, only held back by his gloved fingers digging into the arms of the chair. His already loud, almost pained breathing had grown frantic. It took him a moment to realize what he had done before he settled back down.

“‘H-how high’,” he murmured. “I-I would ask ‘how high’… right?”

He scrunched up his face, almost as if he was expecting his superior to strike or shout, but she didn’t. Easterman just continued to stand there, looming over him; a smug, pleasured look on her shadowy face.

“That’s right,” the Doctor cooed. “You’re my little ‘How High’.” Gently, she reached out a hand, keeping it just inches away from Franco’s flushed face. As she expected, he took the first opportunity to lean into it, nuzzling and whimpering against her palm. She smiled wider. “Yes… Mommy’s little How High.”

Easterman stayed there for a while longer, watching her Asset squirm beneath her, all just from offering her hand. His desperate, childish murmurs were beyond pathetic, but they were valuable. A demonstration of Franco’s dependence and loyalty.

“You’re going to keep trying harder for me, aren’t you? For your mother. For your… mommy.” She moved closer, encouraging him to push his cheek against her stomach as she moved her hand to the back of his neck. “You’re going to keep doing better and better just for me, and maybe you’ll even help my patients ascend to your level-“

“Fuck that.”

Easterman scowled. “Excuse me?”

With an infantile huff, Franco wrapped his arms around the Doctor’s waist, forcing himself further against her. His grip was strong, but not crushing, suggesting some awareness of what he was doing- or rather, who he was engaging with.

“I ain’t trainin’ up your lab rats,” he snarled. “If I’m your favorite, I’m your favorite, mommy. I’ll take out as many of those stupid roaches to prove that.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but chuckle. Little did he know how much killing reagents was part of the process, but she was happy to let him live in ignorance- especially if it produced such promising results.

“I know you and your other doctors are watchin’ me when I’m out there,” Franco continued. “Just know that all my kills are for you, mommy. I’ll make sure you’ll see my effort. Th-that I’m good.” He nestled his face against her abdomen, right where her womb would be. “A-and if I’m not good, you can discipline baby as much as you want,” he whimpered. “I gotta keep bein’ mommy’s favorite.”

Easterman sighed, starting to rub at her Asset’s shoulder. It was hard to believe that Franco was like this even upon arrival. Usually, it took months of training and experimentation to get a reagent even close to this, but no. Franco was practically born for this. Reborn, even. It made the Doctor beyond proud.

“That’s right,” Easterman purred, “I have special plans for you, Franco. Very special plans. You’ll always have an opportunity to earn your mother’s love.”

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walterdoodles · 1 month ago

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Ohh franca my beloved :( she is very gorgeous to me!!

U think she ever tried doing make up but since she never really had a female figure in her life (except for her dads many gfs) she never learned how to do it properly?

I imagine she had a really bad breakdown about her deformity, and to try and cover up the ugliness she took a bunch of make up and just threw it on her face.

Messily applied lipstick, messy eyeshadow, ruined mascara from crying.

I love her thank u for making her. Ive actually been thinking of her a lot so thank u :)

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ child abuse(physical and verbal), suicide, gun, death(homicide) after read more!!

Thank you for being so interested!! I love her so so much, Franca is so dear to my heart. I'm glad you like her too :)

I definitely think she would be curious! She never really had a good female figure in her life and when she would ask about other girls her dad would just put her down. Like he wouldn't try to make her feel less like a girl but he would be like "you were a mistake" or "you're a very ugly girl":(

The bows are her comfort clothes, she would beg for bows🎀🎀

She would definitely try to explore make up!! Her father wouldn't buy her any because "it's a waste of time" in his opinion but her step moms would leave their purses unattended... 👀

She hold onto any makeup and keep it so whenever she wanted to feel pretty she put it on✨🎀

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ child abuse(physical and verbal), suicide, gun, death(homicide)

Needless to say, she got violent and killed her second stepmom. Her dad didn't like that and hit her too but then kinda moved on.

Overall, she constantly struggles with her femininity. It never gets easier looking in the mirror for her but Phyllis is very sweet and constantly makes her feel valid about her looks!! Also, I personally think she would like royal purple, pink, and baby blue💜🩷🩵

-im also working on a male phyllis design too! If you might be interested in seeing that! (Mostly for og franco/masc!Phyllis, also gender bend Dr.futterman is something i NEED TO DO!!)

-bonus! Traditional sketches!!

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