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So how many of y'all knew that Evander is 6'2? Dude's a giant.
And what does a 6'2 tall man with a shockingly cheerful demeanor do when he stands next to his 5'5, touch starved girlfriend?
Uses her as an arm rest, of course!!
#my art#fanart#doll face au#evander locklear#doctor evander locklear#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta#good doctor locklear#madame macabre#oc x canon
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Class picture day September 9, 1995
Present Day
Ah yes Trauma
Art was done by @xxxamerican-psychoxxx and you should go check them out!
#commission#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta#original character#dr. amelia lovelace (dr. stitch)#amelia 👏 fucking 👏 lovelace#amelia lovelace#dr smiley#evander locklear#dr locklear#good doctor locklear#jack nicholls#eyeless jack#ej#send me requests#please flood my inbox#please and thank you
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I major shout out to DeviLuce. Not only did the read Nathan's origin but also his creepypasta. (and its the boi locklear!!!! )
They are a talent artist as well.
Please feel free to check out their videos.
#Youtube#nathan the nobody#good doctor locklear#evander locklear#doctor locklear#creepypasta#creepypasta stories#Lyra the Inhuman
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Hello!
Admins and I have been speaking (getting back to our creepypasta phase)
We are relaunching this blog. We are much older now unlike when we made this.
At most we are a bit rusty with creepypasta’s and their personalities. (Even if its for headcanons)
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List of Creeps:
Jeff the killer (Woods and Hodek, same with Liu)
Jane the Killer (This is both Jane’s, Richardson and Arkensaw)
Ben Drowned
ClockWork
Suicide Sadie
Sally n Sam
Smile Dog
Doll Maker
The Puppeteer (and his Proxies)
Bloody Painter ( http://delucat.deviantart.com/journal/Bloody-Painter-misunderstanding-clear-up-663278510 )
The rake
Kagekao
Good Doctor Locklear
Candy Pop (and related, IE brothers, April so on, Candy Cane too even though she was dropped)
Jason the Toy Maker
Nathan the Nobody (and his twin)
Nick Vanill (and his ex’s)
Chessmaster
Arcane
Hobo Heart
Dr.Pain
Dr. Smiley (no stole images going to be used)
Lost Silver
Zalgo
Zero
Lazari (and Lulu)
Judge Angels
Nurse Ann
Ally
Chris
Nina the Killer (OG and 2021)
Laughing jill and Jack
Eyeless Jack
x-Virus (Is he SV?)
The Slenderverse:
Slender and brothers
Kate the chaser
The Cat hunter
Proxies
Marble Hornets
Ticci Toby
etc
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#jeff the killer#jane the killer#BEN drowned#clockwork#ssadie#sally play with me#smille.jpeg#the doll maker#bloody painter#the rake#kagekao#Slenderman#nathan the nobody#jason the toymaker#candy pop creepypasta#good doctor locklear
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BEN Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, and Doctor Locklear finding out their victim has a tickle kink
Tea Type: Rose Boba
Potential Triggers: Dubious consent (for tickling only) in BEN’s, and Jeff’s- Liu and Locklear are established relationships so it’s different.
Suggestive speaking of tickling especially in BEN's and Liu's and similar suggestiveness surrounding fear/enjoying being scared in BEN's.
For Liu's there's threatening and violence, though what's directed at Reader is not from Liu or Sully.
There is a graphically worded description of violence involving eyes though, towards the perpetrator though it's not dwelled on too long and the intensity of the injury isn't described, just implied.
Pairing: BEN/F! Reader, Jeff/F! Reader, Liu/Sully/F! Reader, Locklear/F! Reader
Length: 6.8k+
Summary: The Creeps find out something interesting about their intended victim and decide maybe keeping them around isn't such a bad idea.
A/N: So looking back this is much longer than I realized. Especially BEN and Liu's! They're my faves, tied for number one so I suppose I went overboard haha. HABIT from EverymanHYBRID is right up there though in second place. I already continued the self-indulgent BEN lead in, while including HABIT and Liu in the mix so we'll see if I post it. If you guys have any interest, let me know and I'll post it if enough people want to see it!
Also, please let me know if you want any additional triggers added; I think I got them all, but just in case!
BEN Drowned:
BEN was nothing if not meticulous when learning all he could about his victims. While typically he liked to do all his research at the start, he felt like a change of pace with you, doing it in the moment could be more fun and perhaps frighten you even more as he could go by your most recent searches and documents. That never failed to add an extra edge of panic.
It was inevitable he would find your dirty little secret; especially in a document with no password and nothing to guard it save the word twordish.
“Foolish girl…”
He took in the information easily, and couldn’t help the sadistic smirk that lit up his face, fingers twitching with sparks.
“Not as innocent as you seem after all, huh?”
That good girl image you held was what initially drew him to you as prey but clearly…there was a side to yourself you hid from him. From everyone, in fact.
A part of you liked being scared, and therefore what he was doing to you. Memories hit him then. The blush that would frequently appear on your cheeks, eyes darting to the side, half sighs and even the occasional clenched thighs all made sense now when put together.
You’d recently decided to ditch your technology in an attempt to get rid of him, hence why he was looking for something to draw you back. Appearing in reality and making you frightened of things that aroused you, only to then turn that fear itself into arousal again made him ravenous.
It’d been so long since he’d had a victim perfectly suited to his love of fucking with their minds. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming underneath him, the fear that would fill your eyes, the tears…
He bit back a moan and sighed in much the way you had.
Oh, he couldn’t wait.
—–
That boy was definitely stealing glances at you. You were sure of it now.
You were at the library again, comfortable in your reading corner in a secluded room when a boy walked in. He wore jean shorts, black converse, a dark green hoodie and a matching beanie on a cursory glance.
You assumed he’d entered to look for a book in here and that he’d leave soon and returned your eyes to the book in your hands.
You flinched a little in surprise as he suddenly spoke, making you look up again.
“Mind if I sit here?”
His voice sounded older than you expected, in his 20’s for sure despite his shorter stature, but there was still a quality to his voice that called you back to childhood, an underlying playfulness.
It…made you uneasy rather than comforted for some reason though and you felt dread in you that wasn’t there before. Hmph. You’d just be a little more vigilant.
Still, you smiled and nodded, as you would for anyone else and he smiled back, before taking a seat and starting to scroll through his phone.
Your smile instantly dropped and you trembled a moment as memories assaulted you of that thing that’d been messing with you from every screen available. Another reason you picked this room. It was far away from the computer room and the only screen in the adjacent room was facing away, towards the library clerk.
Using your phone for contact was unavoidable, but you’d had it on airplane mode for ages now, only taking it off to check email and communication once a week before putting it right back on. Given you were putting yourself through college which was currently in the off season of Summer while you worked to pay tuition meant you only had one person to keep in touch with, your Mom.
The rest of the time when you weren’t working was spent here, in safety and solitude. Luckily, the boy’s screen was facing away, but you moved an extra seat away just for comfort’s sake before letting out a shaky breath and returning to your book.
It took a few minutes but eventually you fully relaxed again. Until the back of your neck prickled anyway. You risked a discreet glance up, and caught the boys’ rushing back to his screen. Once was a mistake. Twice, perhaps a coincidence. Thrice, maybe he was checking you out? But four times? Now you were full on anxious. The dread since he’d initially spoken to you was now a solid, immovable pit in your stomach.
You were debating how best to leave discreetly while pretending to read when he cleared his throat, much closer than you would like. You stood instinctively but he continued walking over until he was in front of you and smiled amicably. He seemed nice enough but why was your body screaming at you to run? Your gut typically wasn’t off…but it had told you to download that damned file in the first place so maybe you were just wrong.
You smiled back, just as innocently, tilting your head to the side.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just fine. I know this might be somewhat forward, but any chance you want to get some hot chocolate with me?”
That made you giggle.
“Hot chocolate huh? How old are you again?”
You found the tease coming easy to you and relaxed. So it really was just interest. Hm. In all honesty, he was your type. He was quite a bit taller than you despite being around average height, and his blue eyes were quite hypnotizing. His blond locks were messy but in that cute, wind tousled way and he had this roguish charm that was mischievous. You’d always been drawn to things she shouldn’t be. He was no different.
He pulled an offended face at your question.
“Who doesn’t like hot chocolate? Are you coming with me to the cafe or not smartass?”
He quipped, turning on his heel and walking towards the door.
You hesitated a beat and then you let yourself smile, following after.
“Yeah yeah, I’m comin’.”
—–
The walk to the cafe was comfortable and you found your earlier fears assuaged.
He made conversation easily; you’d asked what he was doing on his phone and he’d said he was using an emulator to play Zelda. You had fond memories of the series and found he did as well, leading to a lighthearted debate over if Twilight Princess or Majoras Mask was better.
The cafe was just as peaceful, with you both getting hot chocolate. It was summer, but you found you didn’t mind as he pushed you aside with his shoulder to pay for both of you. It didn’t take much to make you swoon, and he was well on his way at this rate. Respect was hard to find these days and he was being such a sweetheart. He was funny too and you seemed to have common interests. What was there not to like?
He motioned to the book beside you as you sipped your drink.
“So you like Becca Fitzpatrick? Can’t say I’ve heard of her. The cover is interesting though.”
“Yeah! I’m a lover of supernatural romances. Even guilty pleasure stuff like this…probably not the most healthy relationship. It’s about a fallen angel and a Human who fall in love, but Patch at the start; he uses his powers to mess with her pretty often.”
He casually sipped his drink before tilting his head.
“What kind of powers?”
“So far? Talking directly in her head, taunting her about intimate knowledge he shouldn’t have about her and her life, and messing with her memories. Making her think she’s crazy. He kind of almost killed her once already, but changed his mind last minute. It’s…toxic logically but as guilty pleasure fuel it’s hot. I guess. I dunno. I try not to think about it too much."
You laughed sheepishly, embarrassed about rambling and about such a weird ass topic only to hear him laugh.
"We all have our kinks right? I’d love to see your full collection back at your place. Think we could swing by if it’s close?”
You nodded at that, moving to throw out your now empty cups as you headed out with him following after.
“Yeah sure. It’s mostly supernatural romance though but I do have some video game art books you might like that I can lend you, long as you promise to take good care of them. I’ve got a really big game collection too."
Oops that slipped out. You didn’t want to tell him about your weird issues with tech. Not when things were going so well. Too late now though. His eyes had lit up as he asked excitedly.
"Oh cool, really? What’s your favorite?”
“The World Ends With You. It’s kind of indie but-”
“The one with Neku right? I love that game too! Most people don’t know about it!"
Your eyes lit up despite yourself. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. As long as you were just talking about them and not playing them it should be fine.
The walk from the cafe to your house was short so the distraction was nice. You were half tuned in to the conversation half dreading his reaction when you headed inside.
“Alright here we are.”
You led the way inside, unlocking the door and headed to your room with him in tow. He closed the door behind him and looked around in awe.
"Woah. You’re definitely a gamer.”
Given you had a ps4, a Nintendo switch and a ps3 all underneath your TV at once you saw why he thought that. But then his brow furrowed and you braced yourself.
“Why is everything unplugged though? Even the tv looks dead."
A glance over at your laptop on the desk, very intentionally unplugged from the charger.
"Laptop too.”
Your smile was tight and anxious and you felt shaky.
“I-um-”
He smiled amicably as he turned back to face you.
“Don’t tell me you’re doing some tech detox! Those things don’t actually help you know; you’ll just get more addicted when you return to it later.”
He joked, and you felt like you could breathe again, laughing to hide your anxiety.
“Y-Yeah how’d you know?”
Just as you were about to confirm his claim a loud, and most importantly familiar beep rang out and you panicked, breathing already getting harder as you searched frantically for the source.
“That’s impossible.”
“What’s impossible? Hey, are you ok? You’re awfully pale and jumpy all of a sudden.”
He touched your arm lightly and your gaze moved to him. That’s right!
“I-um-God. I have a confession to make but first can you please turn off your phone?”
You knew it sounded crazy, even to you, but you couldn’t risk it. You’d happily have gone along with the tech detox excuse but…but you couldn’t risk giving it an in again. Better to be safe and tell an outsider in a tech free environment.
“My phone? Uh…why though?”
“I promise I’ll explain but we’re not safe until-ugh I sound like a lunatic."
You hid your face in your hands for a moment, cheeks burning in humiliation and panic.
"You can leave if this is too weird. I know I’m not making much sense but I just-there’s a very important reason I can’t be near tech.”
A hesitant peek up and the boy was taking you in with such sweet worry…and then he sighed in defeat.
“…Fine. If it’ll really make you feel better and you’ll explain.”
He looked at his phone and then pocketed it after holding down the power button and turning it off. His gaze returned to you, expectantly.
“There. Now what’s got you so panicked? You love video games, that much is obvious. So why would you unplug everything like this?”
You still trembled. The fear lingered, along with hope. Finally, someone you could confide in.
“I’m-again this is gonna sound crazy but…”
A broken laugh escaped you.
“I have nothing else to lose, I guess. I’ve got some kind of awful…thing watching me.
His face screwed up at the very thought like he was offended.
"A thing? What, like some kinda hacker?”
You hummed, moving to sit down on your bed and fiddled with your fingers.
“Yeah. Kind of. But it’s more than that. See, if it was on one computer and my phone, that’d make sense. It’s what I thought at first. The calling me by name, the popups to scare me and chat with me where even more personal details were revealed…all that could be a hacker.”
You clenched and unclenched your hands as you swallowed nervously.
“But that wasn’t where it ended. It followed me. Any screen in my line of sight it’d taunt me. Send me pictures of myself. Display messages making fun of me for trying to escape. Even then. I thought…maybe just a really good hacker right?”
You risked a glance at him, and he looked down at you nodding encouragingly.
“Yeah. I could see it being some black hat who just…saw you as an easy target and wanted to really fuck with you. But something tells me there’s more.”
You smirked bitterly.
“…it knew things it shouldn’t. Like; things I’d never said aloud or confessed online; so no mic work or camera or internet involved.”
“That’s impossible. Maybe you did and just don’t remember?’
You shook your head.
"I mean…Gods I swear I head it in my head once.”
“Like Patch?”
“Yeah actually exactly like-”
“Like this maybe?”
You couldn’t help it. You yelped, and jerked looking around in fear, tears instinctively filling your eyes. You’d know that glitched, demonic in its deepness tone anywhere. It haunted your nightmares.
He looked at you worriedly, grounding you again with a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, come back to me! You good?”
He frowned seriously as your eyes refocused on him and you sniffled comforted by the kindness in his blue eyes.
“It just did it. It-it-I just- I don’t know why this demon is doing this to me.”
That was what did it. You looking up at him, teary eyed and desperate, thinking he was your knight in shining armor when really he was the monster in your closet all along.
He caressed your face softly, cupping your cheek so he could see every micro-expression and then he grinned.
“Because it’s fun. Why else?”
His tone was so sweetly gentle that it took you a moment for the actual words meaning to click and when they did you shivered.
“Tha-That’s not funny. I’m not playing around.”
He pulled back to swagger around the room, the same and yet completely different all at once, as he hummed.
“Hmm… shame. Feels like a game to me and a fun one at that. Y'know, I never did tell you my name, and luckily your cute romantic naivete ensured you went with it when I told you they didn’t define us. Why don’t you ask me again now that I’m ready to answer you?”
You shook your head, eyes flicking to the door as you tried to hold yourself together. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.
“No.”
You stood and despite expecting to be stopped you made it to the door. Exhilaration and adrenaline fueled you and as you went to open the door-
“Ouch!”
You jerked away as you were violently shocked the second your hand made contact with the doorknob. Your mind raced. When had you closed the door?
“You didn’t.”
You flinched and reluctantly turned to face your captor trying to put on a brave face as he smirked and cornered you against the door, hovering over you with his hands on either side of your trembling frame.
His entire demeanor had shifted on a dime. The sweet kind boy from earlier may as well never have existed. This person in front of you- no this monster looked all too amused at your fearful denial. But there was eagerness in his eyes too. More passionate than any he’s shown when engaging in your conversations before.
“You’re so easy to predict. I charged the doorknob when I closed it; did you like my little mind trick earlier too? Heh "
He snickered.
"The only way you’re getting out is if I open the door first. Now then…”
He tilted his head condescendingly, blue eyes seeming to spark with the demand.
“Say it. I know you want to know.”
You weakly shook your head and flinched again as he hissed at you, raising his voice a little and drawing closer to your face.
“Do it!”
“Fine! W-What are you?”
He pulled back to snicker, calm as if he wasn’t making you a frightened mess.
“Tsk tsk, what a different question than who but I suppose I’ll answer both since I’m feeling gracious.”
He met your eyes and you whimpered as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact.
“My name is BEN. But you already knew that little mouse didn’t you~?”
His voice was a coo and your cheeks heated despite yourself even as you were filled with icy fear at the confirmation. He even used that stupid nickname that always flustered you. No-one else would know that. You ached with the want to look away but he was way too strong. Pushing at his chest did nothing but make him throw his head back in light laughter.
“Ahahaha! Aww that’s adorable. Don’t make me pin your arms down darling, we were getting along so well earlier. Now! As for your other question. I suppose there is many things you could consider me. A virus, a lost soul, a villain, technically I used to be Human and those fools who know of me online call me legend, a Creepypasta but now, knowing what name you’d give me is what I’ll go by I think. What was it you called me? A demon? I can roll with that."
Your breath hitched as he leaned down cooing lovingly in your ear.
"After all you like demons, don’t you cutie? You can be my Nora and I’ll be your Patch. "
You scoffed and he growled low, demoni- cruel, and glitchy.
Yet you were so scared, so wound up over months of torment and anxiety that you just broke. Constantly being on edge and paranoid. Now you have a direct source to vent your frustrations. Of course it’d bubble over.
“Get off me you psychopath!!”
You raised your voice, something exceedingly out of character and pushed him back harshly, right into the corner of your desk, making him wince. A brief flash of surprise filled his face and then he was snarling, and advancing on you.
Luckily, you’d already used his shock to turn on your heel and go for the doorknob again and this time we’re successful. You crossed the threshold when a deceptively weak looking arm pulled you back as you struggled and tried to elbow him while his other arm held you to him with another arm resting casually against your shoulders by your neck.
"No!"
All pretense was lost and he laughed openly against the side of your neck, relishing your squirming as he easily kept you in check.
“You actually caught me off guard. Guess seeing me in the flesh is a little intense huh? Even made a weak little thing like you go for fight just for an opportunity of flight. I suppose now is as good a time to mention as any.”
His mouth moved to your ear where he whispered.
“I know your secret~”
You frowned, wracking your brain for anything else he could use as ammo but came up empty so you called his bluff.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
And then his fingers squeezed at your waist and you squealed and jerked in his grip and it clicked what he meant. But before you could voice it, he spoke up.
“Like this. Who’d have guessed a seemingly innocent girl like you would have a goldmine of kinks and scenarios for me to play with you with just waiting to be exploited.”
You shook a little, but this time the trembling wasn’t from fear alone, it was withheld arousal too, especially as you could swear his teeth, his fairly sharp teeth- grazed your ear and made you jerk, followed by his hiss in your ear.
“Guess you really are a tickle slut. You like fear too which is just perfect for me.”
Your voice was admittedly breathless as you stopped struggling, simply holding his other arm, positioned around your neck.
“What-What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to make you mine of course. I like you, so I’ve decided I want to keep you. I think you’ll find the arrangement to your liking, once you get used to the other inhabitants anyway. I’ll introduce you more intimately. I know you can get anxious in big groups so after your initial intro to everyone it’ll be smaller groups. And in our free time…”
You quickly descended into giggles as the hand at your waist spidered up and down your whole left side, making you squirm and blush. You were distracted so you squealed as his tongue brushed your ear, making you shudder in lust before a hesitant moan left your lips at the cruel and exhilarating words that left his lips. With no need to maintain a facade, his voice deepened and sounded twisted, glitching as he purred.
“I’ll take my time breaking you.”
Jeff the Killer:
Jeff would already be faltering. You’d been bullied for many a year by now. Of course, the bullies had already been disposed of, but Jeff was triggered heavily by the weakness he saw in you. He feels an odd sense of ownership.
When you flinch in your sleep and giggle, Jeff frowns in confusion from where he had been watching you while he grappled with his thoughts.
You mumble in your sleep, and his eyes move to your hands as you seem to try and push someone away before slapping the air, a grin and evident blush on your face as you squirm.
"Mike s-stop- quit ihihihit!! Damn it no! Not thehehere!”
Jeff experiences a brief flash that has him stumbling back a step and swallowing hard.
A much younger him, Liu, shrieking in laughter under his wiggling fingertips.
Right. Tickling.
Is there a weakness you don’t have?
He frowns in discomfort and quickly moves to dig into your sides, covering your mouth with his free hand to muffle your squeal of laughter.
As you struggle underneath him, Jeff glares as you eye him in fearful shock between gasps of forced mirth.
“Gods, you’re so pathetic. Yet another weakness I’ll have to train you to cope with.”
Right. Training. You could serve as a good partner if he worked you hard enough.
His voice is gruff, and he only pulls his hand away when you’re out of breath not moving from where he’s straddling your waist.
“Who…f-fhuhuhuck me- who the Hehehell are you?”
Jeff snickers immaturely at your word choice before he smirks.
“The man who saved you from those pricks sweetheart. Means you owe me and I’ll be takin’ you under my wing. You either come willingly or…”
He twirls his knife with practiced skills and watches you take in his offer, smirking with intent.
“I’ll take ya by force and tickle you more in front of all my friends, soon as we’re home.”
Homicidal Liu:
You’d always liked Liu. He was sweet, attentive, attractive; truly the whole package. You’d been getting closer to Liu for a few months now and despite Liu warning you that he had an alternate personality you hadn’t met you’d accepted him with open arms. At least now you knew why he’d been procrastinating on answering your request to date.
He’d looked so shocked as you threw your arms around him.
“You really don’t mind? Sully isn’t- he’s the opposite of how I normally am. He’s not exactly…palatable to most. He can be quite intense.”
You raised your chin confidently at that and smirked slightly.
“Well I’ve dealt with you when you’re being particularly needy- I think I’ll be okay. Besides; he’s a part of you. I’m sure I’ll come to love him too!”
Your confident declaration suddenly fell apart as you scrambled for the right words, going red.
“Ah-well I mean- if he would be okay with that obviously!! I’d never-”
Liu cut you off with a laugh and tugged you into his chest, lovingly nuzzling the top of your head as you mumbled defeatedly into his chest.
“I’m not very good at this huh? Sorry.”
Liu shuddered suddenly, a full body shake that made you pull back to look at him in worry. He firmly turned his face away from you, avoiding your concerned gaze before he was ready and clearing his throat as the tremors faded. He sighed in relief and smiled gently at you.
“Sorry about that love. Didn’t mean to make you worried. It seems Sully is a little too eager. I don’t want you meeting until we’ve been dating a while first. I…well.”
He looked nervous before his blue eyes bore into yours.
“Admittedly I want you all to myself. You fell for me first, not him. Can’t have him stealing my girl, even if he is a part of me.”
You couldn’t hold back your quickly growing smile if you tried.
“So that’s a yes? Thank you thank you thank you!”
You laughed, giddy as you hugged him so tight your new boyfriend nearly spun.
—–
It happened a month in, rather unexpectedly.
Liu had come to pick you up from work at the movie theater as per your usual schedule. Your coworkers already were familiar with him from your past months getting to know each other and he waved amicably to anyone he saw, chatting a few moments as he waited for you to emerge from where you’d gone to put out the garbage for the night. When you didn’t return after several minutes, his brow furrowed in worry.
He told your coworkers he was going to check in on you and they waved him off, distracted by their own closing duties. It was late, dark out and already, Liu was feeling anxious. He’d never liked the dark. Not after that night. He rounded the corner where the dumpster and hopefully you awaited and locked on a situation he never thought he’d see again.
Someone he loved, with a knife to her throat.
No-one would be taken from him again.
You meanwhile, were petrified. Tears swam in your eyes that you refused to let fall as the man currently holding you captive against him hissed into your ear.
“Here’s the plan sweetheart, you’re gonna lead the way inside with me and we’re gonna go right over to the cash registers. Take out every bit inside and bring it all out back here. All your little coworkers, the ones that are left anyway? They’ll be too scared ‘a me cutting this pretty neck of yours to do anything stupid.”
A deep voice you’d never heard before emerged, quickly followed by the love of your life. Liu had come for you!
“That’s my pretty neck actually, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let her go before I really get angry.”
Wait…no.
Green eyes, similar but distinctly different to Liu’s blue glared into the man.
A knife being tossed casually as a children’s toy as he flipped it effortlessly between his fingers when you knew well Liu let you do the cooking because of his phobia and it clicked.
“S-Sully-”
His eyes cut to you, sharp and biting for an instant before the man behind you laughed.
“Oh you know each other, do you? Lovebirds. How sweet.”
Your breath caught as the knife pressed in enough to make a line of blood trickle down the column of your throat. Your tears fell too, unable to keep them at bay as you bit your lip to stifle the sobs. Like Hell were you giving him that much. But still.
“But now ain’t the time to play hero kid. All the lass has to do is cooperate and she’ll be just fine. Once I get my just rewards I’m out of here and you can both be reunited at last.”
Sully appraised the situation, eyes still locked on you a moment more before that piercing gaze moved to your captor. He tilted his head with a strange smile on his lips before he hummed.
“Who’s playing hero? We both want something. I’ll help you get your money, you give me my girl. Seems a simple enough trade to me. How much were you thinking? 100? 1000?”
Sully threw his knife casually to the side as if it was trash and instead easily instead slipped out his wallet, beginning to flip through bills as both you and the captor were bewildered.
“Shit!”
Sully cursed as he dropped the stack of bills, rushing to pick them up, looking nervous and while the expression and clumsiness reminded you of Liu a moment you knew better. Liu scolded you for cursing when it slipped out. Huh. Seems you had a lot to learn about Sully.
He approached once he’d gathered all the bills and though the man tensed a bit his grip was loose. You were tempted to fight but you had a feeling…saw something in Sully’s eyes that told you to wait as he shot you a quick look.
“Is this enough?”
He held out one hand, filled with 100’s, hunched in submission with his head lowered and when the man couldn’t help himself and bent over your shoulder to look closer, slightly removing the knife a few inches from your neck Sully struck.
He lunged, his free hand holding the man’s head down forcibly; using your shoulder as leverage to better press his neck down and then instantaneously letting the money scatter as he reached his hand in his pocket a moment only to ruthlessly shove it straight into the man’s eye. Somehow, he was still alive. Screaming but alive and when Sully reared back his hand to finish the job, the man having dropped the knife in his agony and fallen on his ass, you shook off your shock to rush him and nearly topple him over in a bone crushing hug.
“Oof! What are you-he’ll get away!”
He hissed, trying to tug you off him but you didn’t budge, holding him tighter.
“L-Liu wouldn’t want this. I don’t either. What you did was enough please Sully, you already took his sight- he’s crippled and not going anywhere and I’m safe. Isn’t that enough?”
“No. For me it’s not. He was going to kill you. Ready, willing and able to rob you of your life…why should I not do the same to him?”
Your reply was simple and you pulled back to look into his eyes. They didn’t hold the same softness Liu tended to, instead expectant and frustrated.
“Because that’s too good for him. Think about it. He was going to make Liu be alone the rest of his life. Murder me in front of him. In front of you. Leave you a lifetime of Hell. Let him learn to live with a disability in a prison cell.”
He stared you down a moment and just as nervousness bubbled in your gut he pulled you in for a bruising kiss. You heard the crying behind you peak as one of Sully’s hands left you and jerked in his grip to try and see. He didn’t let you even as he broke the kiss. When you frowned disapprovingly at him he smirked, slow and measured.
“Well now. I think you and I will get along just fine. Don’t look so cross. ”
His smile widened, eyes alight with enough glee to make you shiver. His voice dropped just as it had when he’d first appeared, sounding almost demonic in comparison to Liu’s lilting intonation.
“He dared to not only take what is mine, but also had the gall to steal a sight for my eyes alone. You, vulnerable, with tears in your eyes. It’s only fair he lost his.”
A thought hits you suddenly and you can’t resist asking it.
“…You planned this from the second you came out of those shadows didn’t you?”
Sully smiles mysteriously before he sighs.
“It seems our time is running out. Ah, yes. Liu apologizes in advance for this, by the way.”
And just like that; Sully passed out, all of his weight going on you and nearly sending you tumbling to the ground. Luckily Liu recovered fast and blinked several times as he reoriented, looking around before hugging you tightly.
From there, the man now passed out from the pain was arrested and everyone vouched for Liu along with you, claiming it must’ve been self defense because he was such a gentle, nonviolent and calm guy.
Liu was ecstatic once the hectic night was over and you finally made it home, a little after daybreak.
“I can’t believe it!! Sully loves you!!! I knew he would!”
He peppered kisses all over your face, making you giggle and blush.
“I’m gonna have nightmares for weeks, but I confess I’m so glad I finally got to meet him. He’s so different to you, but he’s also my type. As if one of you wasn’t bad enough for my heart and libido both.”
“What was that?”
You stiffened as you realized the last thing you’d said and swallowed nervously. You hadn’t talked sex things yet but with Sully riling you up earlier it just popped out.
“Forget I said anything it really doesn’t-”
Liu made you turn to face him on the bed and you gasped as you saw one of his eyes was green, and the other blue.
“You really want to go there? You’re positive?”
You nodded shyly at Liu and jumped a little as Sully spoke up after a moment, all casual nonchalance.
“So does this mean we can finally make you come undone with tickling like you so desperately want us too?"
You gaped at him before moving to scramble out of the bed in your haste to get away, a nervous grin on already at the edges of your lips.
"H-How did you-”
Sully barked out a mocking laugh.
“Oh sweetheart you really are too trusting. I’ll have to teach you to delete your search history once you’re done on our laptop. You panicked and had a blush on your cheeks, slammed our laptop closed when we came home from work one day. Liu said to trust you but I confess I was curious and snuck a peek.”
His grin widened and his voice dropped to a husky purr as he stood, cornering you against the wall before cooing into your ear.
“Imagine our surprise when we saw what a naughty little slut you were being~”
“S-Sullly, Liu I-”
At your anxiety, Liu was already smiling and cradling your face, pecking your lips and you sighed, somewhat soothed.
“Don’t be scared baby. We love you, both of us.”
Sully agreed, voice more mature than you’d expect.
“Every part of you; including the cute kinky side.”
“I-It’s not cute…”
You grumbled a little, bright red and the sound of their laughter mixing into one was so beautiful you just had to raise your head to savor it. His expression was even better, and with the green and blue eye he sported, the pure joy on his face, you only blushed darker.
“Sorry love. Anyone who says they’re not cute, is adorable. Them’s the breaks.”
Liu cooed affectionately, hugging you and nuzzling the top of your head.
Sully chimed in after a few moment’s peace.
“So; what’s the deal Liu? Take turns tickling in 5 minutes increments to see who can make her either cry uncle or moan first?”
The smirk he shot your way was wolfish but the way your thighs clenched had Liu smirking too, albeit in a kinder way. He was older than you after all and given he was your first everything, along with Sully, he wanted to treasure every second.
“Deal. If I win I get a whole day with her alone.”
“Ditto for me. Better pray cause your weak ass technique-”
But Liu didn’t need his mouth to tickle and you soon found yourself laughing as he dug right into your hipbones without a trace of the mercy that was so characteristic of him.
You heard Sully scoff before reluctantly giving Liu total control but you didn’t really care who won.
All you knew was that you were incredibly lucky, had two stunning men to keep you safe when you were in danger, and one thing for absolutely certain.
There would be many more laughs in your future.
Dr. Locklear:
You pace nervously, awaiting Locklear and chewing anxiously on your nails.
He was late. Ever since that hang up saying “a situation had arisen” you’d been anxious. You knew you shouldn’t care. You should be glad, especially since you weren’t 100% sure if the victim he chose was really guilty without a doubt but-
You found you trusted him more.
Gods, what had he turned you into? Tears burned your eyes and you sniffled at the thought of losing him, rubbing at your eyes angrily.
Your door opened with a 'BANG!’ and the man of the hour waltzed in, flowers in hand which quickly dropped along with his smile as he saw your state.
“I’m fi-”
Yet he was already pulling down your hands from your face and gently wiping the remaining wetness himself, crystal blue eyes taking you in with worry.
“Who made you cry? It’s been mere hours since we last spoke who could have-”
“No-one that matters. I’m fine.”
You were dismissive as you could manage but he wasn’t having it, seeing through your half truths and bluffs as always and cutting to the heart of the matter.
“So me, then. Explain.”
His eyes and expression were both serious as he guided you to the couch.
You frowned and turned your face away, going silent.
His tone turned playful in response and out of the corner of your eye you saw his own hold a glimmer of playfulness, returning to his old self now that he knew you were unharmed.
“Ah, the silent treatment, hm? How am I ever to cope with such a thing?”
His voice was teasing and you fought a blush back with difficulty as you 'hmph’d’.
He made a show of tapping his sculpted chin before his eyes darted over to yours and you quickly looked away fully, not wanting him to know you’d been peeking.
Of course, that was what he wanted, if his enticing chuckle was anything to go by.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest, between his legs as he nuzzled into your neck.
“C'mon love of mine~ I can’t make it better if you don’t talk and I’d just hate having to make you.”
He sounded so gleeful. Stupid sadist. So much for fighting your blush. You were sure it was crawling to your ears by now-
“Oh? What have we here? Seems the blood has risen to your ears. How adorable. You must be really embarrassed for that to happen~”
His lips against your ear so incessantly had left you squirming a little in his grip as you fought back a smile, swallowing the urge to giggle.
“If you’d like me to stop, all you need do is talk my dear.”
You were tense as a spring, barely holding yourself together as he cooed, blew air and teased your neck and ears.
“Of course…I feel a trade off is in order as well. I made you cry so making you laugh feels like a fair retribution to me. Don’t you think?”
He began squeezing at your sides and exploring your torso and you were gone, trying desperately to curl up and hide your snickers and squeaks as he messed with you.
“You’re such a jehehehehrk! You k-knew what you were-nohohoho!!”
You whined, throwing your head back against his shoulder in mirth as he spidered his fingers ticklishly up your back.
“Of course I did sweetling. Intelligence aside for a moment, I’m a doctor. I touch people’s bodies and elicit all manner of reactions. Do you know how many people I’ve had to restrain so I can work properly due to over ticklishness? Too many. Now then, enough distracting. Unless of course…”
His nimble fingers picked up speed and danced their way into your underarms and ribs until you were kicking helplessly and laughing openly.
“You’d also like to see how mean I can really be.”
“Fuck yhohohohou!!”
He tsked despite the smirk on his face and shrugged nonchalantly.
“What a naughty brat you are. Such vulgarity too. I’ll have to add a punishment to your care plan~ Fine then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though, sweet. I’ll just have to replace those initial tears of fear with tears of laughter. Tickle tickle tickle~”
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Creepypasta LGBT Headcanons
Disclaimer this headcanon list is just for fun and imagine so please feel free to agree or disagree and Happy Pride Month
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Lord Zalgo - Asexual
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Slenderman - Asexual
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Splendorman - AroAce( Aromantic and Asexual )
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Offenderman - Omnisexual
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Trenderman - Homosexual
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Ticci Toby - Asexual
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Masky/Tim Wright - Homosexual
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Hoodie/Brian Thomas - Homosexual
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HABIT - Asexual
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The Observer - Asexual
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The Chaser - Asexual
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Charlie Matheson Jr - Aromantic
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Xvirus - Asexual
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SlenderDoll - Pansexual
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Jeff The Killer - Bisexual
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Homicidal Liu - Asexual
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Jane The Killer - Homosexual ( in a relationship with Mary Vaughn )
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Nina The Killer - Omnisexual
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Eyeless Jack - Pansexual
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Clockwork - Bisexual
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Zero - Demisexual
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Judge Angel - Heterosexual
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Bloody Painter - Bisexual
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Nurse Ann - Biromantic ( Bisexual and Asexual )
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Dr Smiley - Heterosexual
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Hobo Heart - Aromantic
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Ron - Heterosexual
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Bleeding-Man - Bisexual
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Shadow Walker - Heterosexual
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Stripes - Heterosexual
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Good Doctor Locklear - Asexual
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Elska Ruth - Bisexual
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Reggie - Aromatic
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Erin The Killer - Demisexual
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The Puppeteer - Asexual
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Emra - Asexual
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Suicide Sadie - Bisexual
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Kagekao - Asexual
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Akira Asahi - Asexual
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Laughing Jack - Pansexual
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Isaac Grossman - Demiromantic
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Frankie - Asexual
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Laughing Jill - Bisexual
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Candy Cane - Pansexual
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Candy Pop - Demisexual
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April Fools - Heterosexual
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Papa Grande Di Magico - Asexual
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Jason The Toymaker - Bisexual
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The DollMaker - Asexual
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Nathan The Nobody - Asexual
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Clown - Homosexual
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Knives Lollipops - Heterosexual
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The Item Stealer/Nick Vanill - Homosexual
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Nightcrawler - Asexual
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The Skroll - Bisexual
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Lulu - Heterosexual
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Lazari - Pansexual
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Sally Williams - Heterosexual
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Sam Williams - Heterosexual
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Lifeless Lucy - Heterosexual
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Lily Kennett - Heterosexual
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Oliver Henderson - Heterosexual
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Ben Drowned - Omnisexual
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Lost Silver - AroAce( Aromantic and Asexual )
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Glitchy Red - AroAce( Aromantic and Asexual )
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Herobrine - Bisexual
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Entity 303 - Aromantic
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Sonic Exe - Pansexual
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Tails Doll - Asexual
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Mario Exe - Heterosexual
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Lord X - Asexual
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Mario 84 - Asexual
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Hypno - Asexual
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Skin Taker - Aromantic
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Horace The Horrible - Aromantic
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Pirate Percy - Demiromantic
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Milo - Bisexual
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Captain Poppy - Heterosexual
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Janice - Heterosexual
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Red - Aromantic
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Squidward Suicide - Asexual ( Might be canon in SpongeBob )
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Eleted - Asexual
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Happy Appy - Asexual
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Shadowlurker - Demisexual
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The Rake - Aromantic
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BOB - Aromantic
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Scarecrow - Bisexual
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Mr Wide-Mouth - Aromantic
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Pinkiemena - Pansexual
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Smile Dog - Aromatic
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Grinny Cat - Heterosexual
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Seed Eater - Aromatic
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Miss Pencilneck - Bisexual
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Korbyn Jumping-Eagle - Asexual
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To the Moon and Back
Summary: You’re pregnant with your first child with Nikki Sixx. Over the course of your pregnancy you and Nikki both keep journals to document the changes to come. These are a few snippets.
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Heather Locklear
warnings: none, fluff (it’s a warning...it’s a fluffy Nikki Sixx for goodness sake!
a/n: this is long.....but damn it’s sweet. brb. gotta lil dirt in my eyes. not crying. just dirt.
February 14, 1992
October. October’s gonna be a big month. Oh fuck is October gonna be a big month. It’s our anniversary. The third one. October 15th, 1989 I made the decision to marry the love of my life, Nikki Sixx. Your daddy. Not only are we celebrating our third anniversary, we’re going to be celebrating you, sweet love. Let me fill you in on mama’s last couple of days.
When I woke up on Sunday, I had this horrible stomach ache. I thought maybe it was something I ate on Saturday, your dad decided to make ribs for dinner and they were great! But I thought maybe they just didn’t agree with me. As the day went on my nausea turned into just plain tiredness. I couldn’t get off the couch if I tried! Nikki made me peppermint tea to try and calm the nausea and made sure to make the couch up as comfy as possible, he’s really great. But nevertheless, nothing helped. On Wednesday, Nikki and the boys were in the studio so Heather came over to hang out for a little bit. I was in terrible shape and Heather finally asked me the question that seemed to have been sitting in the back of my mind since the beginning of the week, “do you think you could be pregnant?” While I sat on the couch contemplating her question, Heather ran to the closest pharmacy to buy an at home pregnancy test.
Sweet love, I swear that was the longest ten minutes of my life. But sure enough, two little lines, clear as day, popped up. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Your daddy and I had talked about wanting a family and here you are. I called my doctor as soon as I could to set up an appointment for today to confirm your existence. One blood test, and a slightly green Aunt Heather, later I had my proof. You. I cannot wait to tell your daddy about this tonight! I have another appointment in a few weeks! I hope he’ll be able to go! Time to get ready to see your daddy, celebrate Valentine’s Day and tell him all about you, sweet love! Just know, Mommy loves you to the moon and back.
February 14, 1992
Oh shit. It’s happening.
February 15, 1992
Okay. I’m doing a lot better today than I was last night, my head feels better. Your ma told me she had decided that she was going to keep a journal of her pregnancy with you so I decided, eh, why the fuck not. Shit, probably shouldn’t say fuck...damn it...oh well. I decided to keep one too, who knows, maybe you’ll read it one day. Maybe I’ll gift it to you...that might be a stretch cause I’m not really certain what I’m gonna write yet... But little one, your ma and I? We love you so much already. I came home last night, long day out with your Uncle Tommy as we tried to figure some shit out, fuck shit I’ll probably have to tell T-Bone soon if Heather hasn’t yet, but anyways. Yeah, I came home and your mama, oh she was so pretty. The prettiest. Standing in the living room with the biggest smile on her face, hands behind her back. I swear all she needed was a bow and that is all the gift I could have wanted. But then, she had to go and hand me this little bag with a smirk on her face. A smirk that usually only means trouble and I opened the bag expecting there to be...something else...from your ma.
But nope. There, wrapped in tissue paper, was a little Mötley Crüe onesie. Where the hell she managed to find that is beyond me, I know that our merch team was working on that a while back for a bit but I never thought about it til now. I had to look from the onesie, to your mom, back to the onesie, back to your ma. The next thing I remember was waking up to the side of your mom’s concerned face, phone in her hand yelling at someone to come over that I had passed out. I took the phone from her then, she was talking to Aunt Heather of course, told Heather I was fine and we just needed to talk, and hung up. It felt like a million years. That’s how long it took me to finally grow the balls to look my wife, your mother, my beautiful YN, in the eyes and ask “did that onesie mean what I think it means?”
You’d have thought I asked her to marry me all over again. Her eyes got all teary, her head nodding as fast as possible. All I could think over and over and over was “I’m gonna be a daddy.” I still can’t believe it. Your ma has an appointment in a couple weeks where we should get to hear your heartbeat! She says the doctor’s estimate your due date is October 6th. I told her it would be funny if you were born on our anniversary, who knows! Babies are usually born late! Or at least I think they are. I don’t know little one, all I know is that your ma and I are so excited and we cannot wait to meet you. Until next time.
-Daddy Sixx
March 9, 1992
Sweet love, your heartbeat? It’s so fast. I’ve never heard anything quite like that. I think even your daddy teared up at the sound! That’s right, we got to hear your heartbeat today. I think the doctor almost passed out when your daddy stood up as they called my name. She almost did the last time when Aunt Heather was with my too. Your daddy has that affect on people though. After hearing your heartbeat we got to see you and oh sweet love, you’re so small! About the size of a cherry according to the doctor! I don’t think it really clicked for me. I’ve known about you for over three weeks now but I think hearing your heartbeat and seeing you on that monitor made it really sink in. This is real. I’m gonna be a mama. Nikki Sixx is gonna be a daddy. You’re real and you’re ours. After my appointment your daddy took me to the store, raving about all the baby clothes we were going to buy and all the things he was going to teach you. He wants to teach you how to play bass, says that Uncle Tommy will teach you how to play piano if you really want. Just hearing your daddy get so excited about the future and the role you will play in it made me start crying in the middle of the store. Happy tears of course. Now, I’m about to start crying again. I cannot wait to go on this journey with your daddy, I just know he’s as excited as I am. I love you to the moon and back, sweet love.
April 10, 1992
Alright little one, your mama and I did a big thing this week....we told Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick about you. In case you were wondering, daddy met Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick when we started a band called Mötley Crüe. Yep, that’s right. Your old man is a fuckin’ rockstar. Who knows how long that’ll last. You’ve got another uncle, Uncle Vince. I don’t know when you’ll meet him, hell I don’t know if you’ll ever meet him. But I hope you can. He might be a pain in my ass at times, but he’s still my brother.
Anyways, yeah we had Uncle Tommy, Aunt Heather and Uncle Mick over for dinner the other night. You could tell that Aunt Heather knew. God she as bubbly as hell. Barely containing that contagious smile of hers. Tommy and Mick were dense as hell though, neither of them could see through her face. Your ma, man she was glowing. She barely has a belly and wears her clothes not as tight but I know it’s there. God she looks amazing. But she decided to let me tell T-bone and Mick. And when I told them she was expecting...your Uncle Tommy straight up said “expecting what, a delivery?” Uncle Mick looked like he could have driven his fork through the drummer’s hand at that moment. Uncle Tommy always was a little slower on the uptake. “Well. I guess in a way yeah, due October 6th,” I said hoping the word “due” would spark something in your Uncle Tommy’s head. “Oh cool, must be something really cool if it’s on backorder for that far out,” was Tommy’s response causing me, Uncle Mick, Aunt Heather and your ma to roll your eyes. Finally I said “yeah you idiot, it’s gonna be your niece or nephew.” Tommy, the fucking idiot (sorry kid you might as well learn that about him now) said, “wait how did you know Athena is pregnant...wait Thena is pregnant!?” He thought we were talking about his sister... Heather finally slapped him on the arm and said “No,Thomas! Athena is not pregnant. YN and Nikki are having a baby!”
I’ve never been tackled like that before. And I played football in high school. All six foot two of your Uncle Tommy’s twiggy ass frame bowled me over as he wrapped me in a SOUL CRUSHING hug. I haven’t seen him look that excited since his wedding day. Needless to say, I think Uncle Tommy is just as excited to meet you as we are. See you soon, little one.
-Daddy
July 4, 1992
Well it’s the fourth of July. We are well past the halfway point and only a few months away from meeting you, sweet love! Once I hit the halfway mark the nausea and morning sickness calmed down. But now the cravings have started. Your daddy is an angel. An angel sent from heaven, though some in the music industry have actually argued that he’s a demon sent from hell but that’s a story for another time. He has left the house at 3am to get me pickles and ice cream from the 24 hour grocery store. He’s done this 5 times in the last month. Whenever he comes back he just fixes me a bowl, brings it back to the bedroom and lays down next to me, placing his hand on my belly to see if he can feel you kick after the craving is satisfied.
You do that now! It’s so amazing, my bladder doesn’t thank you for it but it really is the most incredible sensation. The first time I felt it I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. That was our baby! Those little butterflies that I always feel in my stomach when I’m around your dad are real and they’re you, our sweet love. I think it’s daddy’s favorite thing. Well, that and the bump. You’d have thought I was Aphrodite herself the way your father stared at me the moment he started to notice the physical changes, my body growing to accomodate your ever growing self.
Uncle Tommy and Aunt Heather have gone overboard. They both like to purchase gifts and clothes for you whenever they can. Uncle Mick will occasionally see something in a store and give it to your daddy to add to the nursery. That’s another thing, your daddy LOVES decorating your nursery. I think he’s tried to paint it twenty different colors, I finally got him to decide on a nice light gray. We opted out of finding out the sex at my last appointment, we want to keep it a surprise. Let’s see if your daddy can handle the suspense.
Tonight your daddy fell asleep after getting my pickles and ice cream so I guess it’s time for me to do the same. Good night sweet love and remember, Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and back.
August 29, 1992
Four and a half weeks. We are four and a half weeks out from your due date...and little one we have no clue what your name is. And I thought finding out what your Uncles and I would name our bad was hard...naming a human is difficult as hell. Since we made the decision to not find out the sex we split up, mama gets to pick the girl names, I pick the boy names, and then we narrow it down to our favorites. Your ma likes all sorts of different names for you. She likes Olivia, that one I don’t hate as much, but she also mentioned Eleanor and Charlotte. I looked at her and said “when have you ever met a baby Eleanor or Charlotte? The answer is never, they’re all old ladies with hard candies in their purse leaving lipstick on your face while they pinch your cheek.” Needless to say that didn’t make your mama too happy. Meanwhile I suggested names like Maverick and Zane. Mama’s apparently over her Top Gun phase because she shut both of those down. So, back to the drawing board I guess. Maybe I could get Uncle Tommy’s help.
Your Aunt Heather held a baby shower for you last week and man are you spoiled. The most spoiled baby to be on the Sunset Strip. I don’t know how you’re gonna wear all the clothes you have, but your ma says you’ll get the chance provided you don’t grow to fast. I don’t know much about babies, to be honest. Your ma got me this book to read to prep me and I’m not really one to read but...who knows...maybe I’ll feel the urge to actually read the closer we get. And shit are we getting close. I still think you’re going to be a neat anniversary present. I just feel it in my bones. October 15th’s just a great date. It would be crazy if you DIDN’T come that day.
Well whether you come on your due date or on our anniversary, I just want you and mama to be happy and healthy. You’re both the most precious things in my life and man I cannot wait to see how this crazy life of mine goes. Mama told me she’s been signing off her entries a certain way so...guess I could do that too. Daddy loves you to the moon and back.
-Daddy
October 2, 1992, 3am
Something isn’t right. I keep getting this tightening in my back that lasts for a few minutes, then it goes away. I’ve read about Braxton-Hicks contractions, false labor, and this is the perfect time for those. I’ll give it a few more hours. See how it is. Maybe then I’ll wake up Nikki.
October 2, 1992, 7am
Alright, little one. Daddy knows he’s talked to you a million times and told you he’s ready to meet you but I’m gonna need you to just hold on a litttttle bit longer. We’re a week out from the due date now, so that wouldn’t be bad at all but man I’m freaking out. Mama’s freaking out. Just give us a minute little one. I gotta get your mama to the hospital.
October 4, 1992, 5pm
So daddy and mommy were wrong, my sweet Olivia Nicole Sixx. You didn’t come on your due date, you didn’t come on our anniversary. Instead, you decided to make your grand appearance kicking and screaming at 12:01am on October 3rd, 1992. Just in time for your Uncle Tommy’s birthday. Oh was he thrilled, he couldn’t believe the phone call he got from your daddy. I could hear his whoops all the way in the hospital bed where I was trying to feed you.
You, my sweet love. You have changed our lives. You look just like your daddy. Because of course you do. I do all the work of carrying you for 9 months and pushing you out of a very small hole in my body thank you very much, for you to come out with a head full of dark hair and light eyes. They’re blue right now but I have no reason to believe that they won’t be that same familiar green that I know and love. Your daddy cried. He also almost passed out again when the doctor asked him if he wanted to help catch you. He was so excited for that possibility.. but luckily, the nurse saw him turn quite an interesting shade of green and managed to move him back up to my head to aid in the pushing process. Didn’t need me and your daddy to wind up as patients.
I know I have told you a million times throughout these last 9 months that you are so loved. But my girl, my sweet love, your father and I love you a million lifetimes over. If you asked us to catch the moon for you we’d do it a thousand times over just to make you happy. I am so lucky to be your mama, and I know your daddy feels the same way.
Well it’s time to feed you again. I wonder if your daddy has had time to write his entry yet...I love you to the moon and back, Liv. Always.
October 4, 1992, 10pm
I don’t have the words. I’ve been writing lyrics for years and I just don’t have enough words to tell you how much I love you. You, Olivia Nicole Sixx, came into our lives with a scream and a clap of thunder on October 3, 1992 at 12:01am. I think I almost screamed too when I tried to catch you but...that’s a different story...one I’m sure your mama has already added to her entry.
Your Uncle Tommy, oh he has never been more excited to share his birthday with anyone else. I called him from the hospital around 8am yesterday and he thought I was telling him happy birthday, well that was part of it but when he answered I could barely hide my excitement. I nearly yelled “Hey Uncle Tommy when are you going to meet your birthday twin?” I think if he had been here he would’ve tackled me like he did all those months ago. He and Aunt Heather will meet you in a few days when we get out.
But my sweet girl. My daughter. My shining star and the light of my life. Your mama and I are so lucky to know you. Hell, I’m lucky to have both of you. I have never seen your mother look stronger than when she pushed you out. That could not have been me, I’d have died. I swear I think she pulled out a couple chunks of my hair and added a few more scars to my arm. But that’s not what this is about right now.
You’ve only been in our lives for almost two days, and damn it might sound cheesy but I swear you’re the sunshine of our lives. But your birth has kinda thrown me into a bit of a thought spiral. Am I gonna be a good dad? Who knows. I didn’t exactly have the best reference for what that looked like growing up. But Livvie, I swear to you I will do all I can to make sure you know that you are loved and that you will never want for anything. We are so lucky to have you in our lives and we cannot wait to watch you grow. Our love for you, Olivia, could stretch to the moon and back infinite times.
Love always,
Daddy.
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Guardians Vol 3: A fatty, salty gift.
(No Spoilers)
May I be honest be with you? I’ve been thinking about letting my PMB card (Proud Marvel Bitch) expire.
I know. I KNOW. Perish the thought, right??
I've been defending Marvel throughout all of the recent tough times.
While errbody out there was talkin smack, I defended you, Marvel!
When people said "Thor 4" was too goofy & had tone problems,
I said "LOOK, this dude just got his body back, his lady back, and his hammer back. Let him have some fun! Quit being a grump!"
When people said that "The Multiverse of Madness" suffered from too much CGI.
I said "LOOK, it's called THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS! It's about a fight between a Magical Doctor of Strangeness and a Super Witch! Give me ALL of the effects & colors! There can't be enough CGI! How were y'all expecting anything other than an overload of all of that?! You just want them to duke it out in one room, throwing Skittles and glitter at each other??!"
When people said that She-Hulk didn't have no business twerkin with Megan Thee Stallion.
I supported that badly CG'd booty!
"If ya got it, shake it!" is what I said.
And then, "Ant-Man 3 happened....
THEN, J.Majors had his... alleged... issue...
THEN, I saw that "The Marvels" trailer... a movie that no one is asking for...
I wouldn't say that my faith in Marvel is broken, but doubt has certainly crept in.
Can these Guardians of Vol 3 restore my faith? - maybe, but it ain't gonna be easy.
They're kind of a mess right now. Rocket is playing what I call "The Secret Sadness Game".
Have you ever played that game? - I bet you have. It's when something is wrong with you; you're very sad, but you're not letting anyone know about it. It's a horrible game. Nobody wins in that game, but it's apparently popular these days, with social media making us all pretend to be happy, dignified, and pretty all of the time. So, popular that Mantis is playing that game a lil bit as well.
Drax is too simple-minded to play that game
(side note: Dave Bautista [Drax] said that Marvel dropped the ball concerning Drax's story. And I couldn't agree more. There's a lot to explore with his back story, but...
I'm hoping that they'll either reboot the Guardians cartoon series or give Drax a "What If... " story. That show really likes depressing people; here's a golden opportunity.)
Groot is...
well, Groot.
And Nebula (whom I LOVE!)
is grumpier than a lot of us Marvel fans have become. To be fair she has to keep all of these bozos together while Peter aka Starlord is getting drunk and dropping F-Bombs.
He still hasn't gotten over Gamora.
I was going to be a jerk and say that he should have gotten over her by now, BUT I forgot that she’s kinda dead, but kinda not... (#ComicbookUniverseProblems)
It's hard to move on when your lover IS dead, but... still around, kinda, you know?? (If you actually don’t know, then... wow, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do)
I know (in the Christmas Special) they brought Peter the gift of Kevin Bacon to cheer him up, but maybe they should have brought him a woman.
A good 80's star like he likes... maybe Heather Locklear
or Kathy Ireland. Remember her?
Not the best message though, I guess - "If you're depressed, then simply drown yourself in booze and pretty women (whom only exist to make you happy :)." But, he's kinda there anyway.
Like I said, they're a mess.
But, if one thing can bring family together it's tragedy.
Something bad happens to one of The Guardians, they sober-up the Starlord, wash his mouth out with soap, and they're off on an adventure!
Mostly a typical Guardians jam. I know some have complained about too many laughs while serious things are going on, but they kinda started all of that in the MCU. And to be fair, if you have survived as much as they have, perhaps you'd be laughing more in the face of danger as well. I loved the comedy duo of Mantis & Drax. And the... unromantic comedy duo/toxic partnership of Peter & Gamora.
And with Nebula (WHOM I LOVE!) in the middle of it all... PERFECTION.
The colorful new worlds and creatures we meet are cool. And the CGI is excellent. I don't know where those artists were when She-Hulk and MODOK were being created,
but whatever:) The action is excellent! A lot of murdering going on here for a PG-13 rating, when you stop and think about it, but I loved every non-drop of mostly non-existent blood.
The stuff that's different is the darker tones in here.
There's some serious drama happening in this film. Of course we have more of Peter’s brokenhearted ass, but there are a lot of family dynamic stuff here as well. There's plenty of funny bickering between them, but it's also covering up some pain that the movie gets into.
Plus, we learn about Rocket's origin. That's when things get really dark and cruel. His past sucked. You WILL get emotional.
Especially when in his story we meet our villain
THE HIGH EVOLUTIONARY.
He brings new meaning to the word "Narcissist", and you will hate him. There's a lot to hate.
He's pretty much getting his Dr. Frankenstein on, using parts from animals, humanoid creatures, and robotics.
His victims suffer much and he don't give a SHIT!
Bradley Cooper (Rocket) is good! I always forget that he's part of the Marvel Universe. I was kinda hoping that Rocket's origin included being Bradley Cooper, but had his brain removed and put in a raccoon.
And maybe something similar with Groot
Some dark stuff, but also a lot of LOL moments. I think they maneuvered the tones well.
I do wish that we got more of my main woman Debicki!
And like many, I had hoped for more Adam Warlock, but I know time was tight in that regard.
That's prob my main complaint about the film - TIME. It's 2hrs and 30 mins ----- TOO LONG, and yet the endings for these characters seemed rushed.
Like... where they end up, individually, makes sense, but it feels like we skipped some emotional steps.
This is Rocket's story, and it's full of laughs, feels, and bad ass action!
I really enjoyed this movie! PMB card renewed!
Grade: B+
What made this movie extra enjoyable for me was the news that someone dies in this movie (NOT a spoiler. I already told you about all of the murder. Murder always begats more murder, kids.
Any explosion near The Guardians --- NOOOO!
One of them gets shot --- NOOOOO!
Any time one of them was alone --- NOOOO!
Eating a delicious, fatty, salt encrusted meal---- Heart Disease, NOOOOOO!
On the toilet ---- isn't that how Elvis died? or is that a myth? People die that way though.
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What an interesting way for a Marvel character to die. “We'll all remember when Mantis crapped herself to death.” :)
NOOOOOOO!
Although, anxiety-inducing, it was certainly a more exciting way to watch. It was a kind of a gift. A gift which I now leave with you.
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who are your favorite creepypastas?? what about them do you like?
Ooh I thought nobody would ever ask!!! Thanks anon, I'll just call you 🎃 anon cause tis the season, okay?
Well first I'd say Toby, I know technically he isn't a creep but by association kinda is. He's been the first I heard the story of and I absolutely love him! We come from, disturbingly similar environments (bad home, previously bullied, isolating myself etc.) so I've instantaneously got attached to him and am currently replotting my own creepypasta because his entrance felt forced. He's "my boyfriend from another school". Need I say more? His birthday is also like, before mine so Brownie points there. He just seems like such a pathetic little guy he'd break down if you hug him. /aff
And then there's Nina. I LOVE NINA. I think we'd be such good friends if she were real, because her behaviours match mine. She's also a SCENE QUEEN and if you know me you know I had my scene phase too. She radiates confidence and is generally such an aspiration, to be cringe and joyous and not give a fuck. Truly a queen.
Ani the Wight!!! She's such a sweetheart, and I know she's not that recognized, and I want us to change that because she has such great potential!! We could have The Necromancer be the next Big Bad beside Zalgo, Operator, Evil, Habibi and all that is. Ani is complex to me, but the EJ crush trope is just, idk, no strong dislike on it but neither do I fancy it.
Judges Angels and Bloody Painter!!! They go together so well imo and it's actually the only "canonical" ship I like, I really root for these two weirdos and I really would love see them more often. Helen is also a guy I'd also like hang around because I'm transmasc and I just feel like he knows how it is to be presented as something you're not, Fuck his parents, spitting in between their eyes. Same goes for Dina's dad, but the girl SLAYED him. Literally. Good for her, and I also think she'd be fun to hang around because she's such a curious thing.
Zero!!! Zero is a really good one I think, because she just shows what losing control of your imagination is like, also she listens to MSI nobody can tell me otherwise. (And is generally favoured by more vicious superiors **cough Habit. She's his favourite "niece" cough**) Like, she's so deranged, and sassy at the same time it's hard not root for her!!
Clockwork…? Eh, she's the example I give for a quality creep because she's IRREDEEMABLE. SHE'S SO FUCKING INSANE. I love that, she's what a creep should be, but I wouldn't wanna be around her or in a 5 mile radius.
Good Doctor Locklear!! I just think he's neat!! His first story was written well and had a couple dots I had to connect and I found that aspect really fun! Him as a character, I love how delusional he can be in his work and just thinking this is right, which, in a way it is.
I guess that sums it up??? I'm leaning more into Slenderverse territory as of late but I can't forget my origins let's be real. Thanks for the ask though!!!
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My Au dr. Locklear Wally. More about it coming soon. Just a crazy doctor who kills people in a abandoned factory/facility taking body parts of the corrupt people and getting it to people in need. (Was inspired by the song god syndrome good song and the creepy pasta story.)
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"Be shut."
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The college gang going grocery shopping at night. Just being their usually goofy ass selves.
Art was done by @xxxamerican-psychoxxx you should go commission them and go check out their blog!
Amelia belongs to me
The rest belong to their rightful creates.
Based on this image right here
Someone please tell me who drew this so I can give proper credit if anyone knows. I'd really appreciate it 😊
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A New Face
This is a OC x Creepypasta fanfic and its mainly just to amuse myself and challenge myself to get back into writing. Some of the introduced characters I will try and have as canonically accurate, but there will be a lot of characters that will be heavily affected by my own personal headcanons. Again, its nothing to take seriously.
This first part, or chapter I guess, is just me trying to set the motions in place, so this one is a bit of a slow burn.
Characters:
Mayhew (OC)
Dr. Locklear
Stetting:
Unknown
Words:
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Roughly proofread
She awoke.
Darkness greeted her vision, a cold air surrounded her body, the thin blanket doing little to protect her. The woman laid in bed, sleepily staring up at the ceiling as her body was starting to come back to its senses. She sharply inhaled, her lungs filling back up with oxygen so desperately needed, before slowly exhaling as she tried to figure out why her head was writhing in pain. A migraine, she assumed, as she typically suffered from them, but it felt worse. She closed her eyes, hoping to go back into the dark abyss that previously held her, but it rejected her. Groaning, she tried to shift her body into a more comfortable position, but her body refused her too. Full of a stinging sensation, all the poor woman could do was lay there in pain with her eyes being the only thing that seemed to obey her command.
Trying to see through the darkness, her eyes darted around her surroundings, but everything was blurred and all she could really make out were oddly shaped shadows of objects she could not recognize. With not being in control of her own body, her chapped lips parted as she anticipated to call out to someone for help – but only her own shaky breath escaped. No names formed in her mind, they all danced on the tip of her tongue, so close to her memory, but she couldn’t reach any. In fact, she couldn’t remember much of anything. She knew she had a family but couldn’t recall any of their names or faces. She had friends, but none of them came to mind. Her mind was beginning to race to find answers as she fought to remember anything.
Who was she?
Where was she?
What was she?
Her heart started to pound rapidly in her chest as panic began to settle in, but before her voice could erupt in a panicked scream, there was a light. A light had, almost instantly, swept into the room causing her to scrunch her face and squeeze her eyes in discomfort. She heard footsteps approach her side before an eerie chuckle met her ears.
“Ah, good to see you awake Ms. Mayhew.” A deep, yet cherry voice greeted her. Mayhew – although she knew that the voice was addressing her, that didn’t seem right – familiar, but not right. “I’m Doctor Locklear, I’ve been keeping track of your recovery and I had almost given up hope,” he introduced himself with a dark chuckle at the end. She felt a cold hand press against her neck, and she flinched at the feeling, but all the man, or Locklear, did was simply hum in response. “Don’t worry, the feeling will come back to your body soon. Can you speak, or are you having difficulty?” He asked.
Her mind was a haze, she didn’t recognize this man at all, but he seemed to know her. Maybe something happened to her? He was a doctor… He mentioned recovery… Was there an accident?
“Ms. Mayhew?”
“Yugh,” she sputtered out. Her tongue felt odd in her mouth and her throat ached as it vibrated with the noise, causing her cough dryly in response to the uncomfortable sensation – only making it worse.
Dr. Locklear hummed again and there was a sort of shuffling sound that she couldn’t quite make out. “I’ll go get you a cup of water in a bit. Don’t fret, your voice is the least of your worries. I need to continue with the rest of this examination though, if you feel any sort of discomfort or pain, just grunt.” He added.
As he began, the examination would feel like hours to her, but with her body being so sore from some undisclosed accident he ordered her to stay in bed for one more night. He showed her some stretches she could try and do to help circulate her blood flow, or something along those lines she honestly wasn’t paying too much attention.
“It’ll just be for one more night, then you can meet you’re…” He paused, trying to find the right words, “I suppose… Friends?” He laughed at the idea but could see her brows furrow in confusion before reassuringly patting her head. “Admittedly I don’t know them. They seem to know you though, so you must be close with them. Not a lot that I would associate myself with, but to each their own I suppose.” He said, starting to trail off in thought. “Ah, but… They’ll be here tomorrow evening to take you home – wherever that may be.” He added. She couldn’t recall any friends of her though and only stared back at him with more worry and confusion.
“I wish I could answer your questions darling, I know you have them. Who you are, where are you, what happened to you? But…” He sighed, his gloved hand gripping her shoulder. “I can’t tell you, not tonight at least. Just you rest and leave the questions for tomorrow. I’m sure your friends would be happy to answer.” He added, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You go off to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, the only person she had name of, walked out the room she was confined in. Left alone with the darkness...
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I wish Doctor Locklear was a more popular creepypasta. I’d be really interested in playing a Good Doctor Locklear game.
Gameplay somewhat similar to Hitmen or Watchdogs, where you have to carefully identify and track down your victims without being caught. You’re never quite given all the facts, and instead have to use your deductive reasoning skills to figure out who’s guilty. If you kill someone innocent your sanity goes down, and if you kill too many innocent people you get a game over. If you get caught in the act it’s game over. If you don’t get the organs in time to preform the life-saving surgery, it’s game over.
Edit: Elaborating on this cause now I desperately want it.
The game goes through cycles -- you’re introduced to a patient and given a time limit to preform the surgery before they’re past the point of saving. You’re introduced to a handful of possible targets, and you need to scope each one out to collect evidence and piece together clues about which one is a violent criminal. They all have records, but most of them were either acting in self-defense or committed a nonviolent crime. If you choose wrong, you take a blow to your sanity, which makes it harder to blend in and think critically -- you’ll have to try harder to find clues, and things will start to be blurry or jumbled up. As your sanity dips lower you start to hallucinate that you’re being haunted by your dead wife and child, and then you’ll be assaulted by the ghosts of the people you killed. The screen gradually starts to flicker between the real world and a gory steampunk version where everything is flesh and metal, making it even harder to see clues and find evidence.
There’s a social element to the game, where you have to build relationships with civilians and even police officers in order to improve your reputation and make them sympathetic towards you. You do this by taking side quests. If people are sympathetic towards you, they’ll help cover your tracks, hide you in their houses, and even offer you money, materials, and evidence they’ve found.
As you progress in the game you unlock new abilities and items, like improved strength to more easily carry unconscious bodies, or the tools to make your own tranquilizers so you no longer have to buy them off the black market.
You can play on story mode, in which case there’s a set number of surgeries to preform and the ending changes depending on your sanity, how many innocents you killed, your relationships with other people, and your overall reputation. Or you can play open world, in which case you get to just go around coming up with increasingly inventive ways to track down and organ-harvest from criminals.
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evander locklear (good doctor locklear) headcanons please?! Cuz I really like him heh
(I had to read his story to get a good grip on the character.)
Though his practices are... unethical, Evander knows what he’s doing and is good at his job.
Due to his occupation, he doesn’t smoke or drink and will ask his patients to do the same.
He’s quite a pleasant person to talk to if he deems you a good person (He’s quite handy with background checks and the like). Though, if he finds out you have a record, he will grill you on it, and you better be honest. He hates it when people lie to him.
Unlike a lot of the other medical Creepypastas, he will do everything in his power to keep you healthy if you’re a good person.
He has a huge soft spot for children. He’ll protect them like they’re his own kids.
If you’re a bad guy, you won’t see the light of day again. You already sealed your fate. Evander will tourture you slowly, painfully, and skillfully. He’ll keep you alive through the whole process as he slices you open. He’ll avoid major arteries and pressure points so you can feel every slice and cut. He’ll comment on your care (or lack thereof) of your body and chew you a new one until he finally lets you die as he extracts each useful organ, leaving behind damaged ones. He’ll always extract the heart last.
#headcanons#creepypasta#good doctor locklear#i never heard of this one until now#thanks for that anon!
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