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hello, welcome to lovinglyvivisected, the silliest ever dr. malpractice rp blog :)
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this is a roleplay blog. not all our headcanons will match, and that's okay!
suggestive asks / interactions are a-okay, but please make sure to keep it within reason. no heavy kink, pretty please.
posts, unless specified otherwise, are in character. i do not condone medical malpractice, i'm just writing a character.
all of the things that the doctor experiences (delusions, hallucinations, etc) are something admin has experienced! it's writing from its own experiences.
(character & admin info under the cut.)
── about the doctor:
Name: William Malpractice
Pronouns: he/him/his
Age: Roughly 37
the doctor's species is not exactly known, but he appears human.
the doctor's gender & sexuality aren't things he explores much, but he doesn't mind questions. he sees it as studying himself, in a way.
the doctor experiences delusions of grandeur, causing him to believe that he's a real, trained doctor. he is not. this causes majority of his actions related to medicine.
he does, in fact, have an ex-wife
the doctor has an unspecified disorder with psychosis and shows varied symptoms.
the doctor is... weird. he's a bit poorly adjusted, but he's trying. i think.
faceclaim for the doctor ^
── about the admin:
hello!! i'm xander @xandirt
my pronouns are it/he and i'm so very silly . yeah thats basically it sorry underwhelming
\\ this blog is no longer part of the bursonaverse (no drama happened, this was just a personal choice). no changes have been made to the plot, and docsoot will still be central!
”doctor doctor! I think I’m dying! I keep almost fainting and-and feeling like I’m about to be sick and my energy is drained! Doctor doctor please help me!”
Ace’s skin was pale, they gripped onto the back of the chair to not fall over
genuinely it's so fucking weird to just pretend you're all hunky dory with a bunch of strangers
you are not a "canon interactor in this universe" i don't know who you are and neither does anyone else
all the other mods agree
it's weird as hell my boy
”doctor doctor! I think I’m dying! I keep almost fainting and-and feeling like I’m about to be sick and my energy is drained! Doctor doctor please help me!”
Ace’s skin was pale, they gripped onto the back of the chair to not fall over
”doctor doctor! I think I’m dying! I keep almost fainting and-and feeling like I’m about to be sick and my energy is drained! Doctor doctor please help me!”
Ace’s skin was pale, they gripped onto the back of the chair to not fall over
Completely hypothetical, bus you're a doctor right? What would you do if you had to possibly bring someone back from the dead? Someone that was . Very. Very. dead?
< - @dad-of-the-yr >
Nothing.
Necromancy is very difficult for doctors.
You go to a scientist for that, or a necromancer if you can find one. If you're insistent, and understand that you will reap what you sow, I will refer you.
( Quick, methodical footsteps approach a small, cramped room down a long hallway. )
( The practiced triple-rap of knuckle on wood rings from across the opposite end of the door. Outside stands the Doctor, posture perfect and glasses straight. The clearing of a throat interrupts the silence. )
"Ahem," ( he coughs, ) "May I come in?"
-@lovinglyvivisected
[It takes him a few seconds to make the neurons fire. With a jolt, he manages to stand up and unlock the door.]
[He feels the closest thing he's felt in a while to excitement, the note shadowed by a twist of resentment.]
[The routine is frustratingly hypnotic. Soot doesn't want to think that he missed it, it's just another kind of monotony. Nonetheless, he follows suit. Obediently, one could say.]
( The Doctor leads Soot down the same hallway, towards the same room, unlocking the same door in the same methodical motion as always. He steps aside, offering Soot enter first, as always. Once they've both entered the small office, the Doctor pats twice on the exam table. Lined with cheap paper and hard fake-leather, the same as always. )
Sit, if you will.
( The Doctor smiles the same fakeish smile. His eyes have the same anticipation, the same excitement that he always has when treating his beloved patients. He places his clipboard down on the counter adjacent to him and waits for obedience. )
( The Doctor stares at Soot expectantly. He watches, preparing to step closer as Soot refuses to move, but he lets up once he does. )
Well, dear. And yourself? Tell me. Anything out of the ordinary?
( As the Doctor speaks, he approaches Soot on the table. He places a hand on Soot's back and the other on his sternum, gently adjusting Soot's posture for a moment. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck, absently pressing the chestpiece onto Soot's heart to listen.
[The doctor can probably hear the way his breath halts, pulse jumping like some kind of animal. This is the only time he is ever aware of his heart without it feeling foreign and disgusting. The doctor's hands are cold.]
I've been...well, normal for myself. Still haven't felt very connected, I think.
I see, dear. That's good that you seem relatively similar — although it's a shame you're so disconnected.
At the very least, you seem very responsive so far.
( The Doctor lingers on listening to Soot's heart for a moment before moving to his lungs. He wraps his arm around Soot, now pressing his hand against the other's back. )
( Doc smiles to himself as Soot breathes. He continues to listen for a moment before removing the stethoscope from his ears and returning it to idle around his neck. )
Your vitals seem normal —
( A beat, )
— but you need to work on staying calm during check-ups. All I'm doing is looking you over.
( The Doctor's voice is a bit lower than it needs to be, it sounds almost purposeful. His gloved hand gently rests on Soot's shoulder. )
( The Doctor takes his hand off of Soot momentarily. He contemplates for a moment, deciding to gently raise soot's left arm outward. He gently squeezes on it before lifting up Soot's sleeve to the elbow and examining his forearm. He places a thumb on the tendon of Soot's wrist, holding it there for a moment. )
( The Doctor lets go, making note of Soot's reaction. )
I see.
Judging by what you've told me, I think I may need to up your dosage a bit. It seems like it isn't working quite like it should — Do you mind that?
( He stares directly at Soot's eyes. There's something unreadable behind his eyes, kept firm on the other. )
I'm giving you an anticoagulant. Since you died, Soot, your blood flow has been erratic, to say the least. The medicine is to make sure you don't get hurt.
( The tone of voice is cold, an ice-pick to the brain. )
Would you rather risk blood clots in the wrong place, Soot? Do you want to injure yourself further?
[He flinches before he can catch himself. It feels like the doctor has already reached inside, scratched at his rotting nerves and rewired him. He holds on to the ground he still has left.]
( Quick, methodical footsteps approach a small, cramped room down a long hallway. )
( The practiced triple-rap of knuckle on wood rings from across the opposite end of the door. Outside stands the Doctor, posture perfect and glasses straight. The clearing of a throat interrupts the silence. )
"Ahem," ( he coughs, ) "May I come in?"
-@lovinglyvivisected
[It takes him a few seconds to make the neurons fire. With a jolt, he manages to stand up and unlock the door.]
[He feels the closest thing he's felt in a while to excitement, the note shadowed by a twist of resentment.]
[The routine is frustratingly hypnotic. Soot doesn't want to think that he missed it, it's just another kind of monotony. Nonetheless, he follows suit. Obediently, one could say.]
( The Doctor leads Soot down the same hallway, towards the same room, unlocking the same door in the same methodical motion as always. He steps aside, offering Soot enter first, as always. Once they've both entered the small office, the Doctor pats twice on the exam table. Lined with cheap paper and hard fake-leather, the same as always. )
Sit, if you will.
( The Doctor smiles the same fakeish smile. His eyes have the same anticipation, the same excitement that he always has when treating his beloved patients. He places his clipboard down on the counter adjacent to him and waits for obedience. )
( The Doctor stares at Soot expectantly. He watches, preparing to step closer as Soot refuses to move, but he lets up once he does. )
Well, dear. And yourself? Tell me. Anything out of the ordinary?
( As the Doctor speaks, he approaches Soot on the table. He places a hand on Soot's back and the other on his sternum, gently adjusting Soot's posture for a moment. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck, absently pressing the chestpiece onto Soot's heart to listen.
[The doctor can probably hear the way his breath halts, pulse jumping like some kind of animal. This is the only time he is ever aware of his heart without it feeling foreign and disgusting. The doctor's hands are cold.]
I've been...well, normal for myself. Still haven't felt very connected, I think.
I see, dear. That's good that you seem relatively similar — although it's a shame you're so disconnected.
At the very least, you seem very responsive so far.
( The Doctor lingers on listening to Soot's heart for a moment before moving to his lungs. He wraps his arm around Soot, now pressing his hand against the other's back. )
( Doc smiles to himself as Soot breathes. He continues to listen for a moment before removing the stethoscope from his ears and returning it to idle around his neck. )
Your vitals seem normal —
( A beat, )
— but you need to work on staying calm during check-ups. All I'm doing is looking you over.
( The Doctor's voice is a bit lower than it needs to be, it sounds almost purposeful. His gloved hand gently rests on Soot's shoulder. )
( The Doctor takes his hand off of Soot momentarily. He contemplates for a moment, deciding to gently raise soot's left arm outward. He gently squeezes on it before lifting up Soot's sleeve to the elbow and examining his forearm. He places a thumb on the tendon of Soot's wrist, holding it there for a moment. )
( The Doctor lets go, making note of Soot's reaction. )
I see.
Judging by what you've told me, I think I may need to up your dosage a bit. It seems like it isn't working quite like it should — Do you mind that?
( He stares directly at Soot's eyes. There's something unreadable behind his eyes, kept firm on the other. )
I'm giving you an anticoagulant. Since you died, Soot, your blood flow has been erratic, to say the least. The medicine is to make sure you don't get hurt.
( The tone of voice is cold, an ice-pick to the brain. )
Would you rather risk blood clots in the wrong place, Soot? Do you want to injure yourself further?
[He flinches before he can catch himself. It feels like the doctor has already reached inside, scratched at his rotting nerves and rewired him. He holds on to the ground he still has left.]
( Quick, methodical footsteps approach a small, cramped room down a long hallway. )
( The practiced triple-rap of knuckle on wood rings from across the opposite end of the door. Outside stands the Doctor, posture perfect and glasses straight. The clearing of a throat interrupts the silence. )
"Ahem," ( he coughs, ) "May I come in?"
-@lovinglyvivisected
[It takes him a few seconds to make the neurons fire. With a jolt, he manages to stand up and unlock the door.]
[He feels the closest thing he's felt in a while to excitement, the note shadowed by a twist of resentment.]
[The routine is frustratingly hypnotic. Soot doesn't want to think that he missed it, it's just another kind of monotony. Nonetheless, he follows suit. Obediently, one could say.]
( The Doctor leads Soot down the same hallway, towards the same room, unlocking the same door in the same methodical motion as always. He steps aside, offering Soot enter first, as always. Once they've both entered the small office, the Doctor pats twice on the exam table. Lined with cheap paper and hard fake-leather, the same as always. )
Sit, if you will.
( The Doctor smiles the same fakeish smile. His eyes have the same anticipation, the same excitement that he always has when treating his beloved patients. He places his clipboard down on the counter adjacent to him and waits for obedience. )
( The Doctor stares at Soot expectantly. He watches, preparing to step closer as Soot refuses to move, but he lets up once he does. )
Well, dear. And yourself? Tell me. Anything out of the ordinary?
( As the Doctor speaks, he approaches Soot on the table. He places a hand on Soot's back and the other on his sternum, gently adjusting Soot's posture for a moment. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck, absently pressing the chestpiece onto Soot's heart to listen.
[The doctor can probably hear the way his breath halts, pulse jumping like some kind of animal. This is the only time he is ever aware of his heart without it feeling foreign and disgusting. The doctor's hands are cold.]
I've been...well, normal for myself. Still haven't felt very connected, I think.
I see, dear. That's good that you seem relatively similar — although it's a shame you're so disconnected.
At the very least, you seem very responsive so far.
( The Doctor lingers on listening to Soot's heart for a moment before moving to his lungs. He wraps his arm around Soot, now pressing his hand against the other's back. )
( Doc smiles to himself as Soot breathes. He continues to listen for a moment before removing the stethoscope from his ears and returning it to idle around his neck. )
Your vitals seem normal —
( A beat, )
— but you need to work on staying calm during check-ups. All I'm doing is looking you over.
( The Doctor's voice is a bit lower than it needs to be, it sounds almost purposeful. His gloved hand gently rests on Soot's shoulder. )
( The Doctor takes his hand off of Soot momentarily. He contemplates for a moment, deciding to gently raise soot's left arm outward. He gently squeezes on it before lifting up Soot's sleeve to the elbow and examining his forearm. He places a thumb on the tendon of Soot's wrist, holding it there for a moment. )
( The Doctor lets go, making note of Soot's reaction. )
I see.
Judging by what you've told me, I think I may need to up your dosage a bit. It seems like it isn't working quite like it should — Do you mind that?
( He stares directly at Soot's eyes. There's something unreadable behind his eyes, kept firm on the other. )
I'm giving you an anticoagulant. Since you died, Soot, your blood flow has been erratic, to say the least. The medicine is to make sure you don't get hurt.
( The tone of voice is cold, an ice-pick to the brain. )
Would you rather risk blood clots in the wrong place, Soot? Do you want to injure yourself further?
( Quick, methodical footsteps approach a small, cramped room down a long hallway. )
( The practiced triple-rap of knuckle on wood rings from across the opposite end of the door. Outside stands the Doctor, posture perfect and glasses straight. The clearing of a throat interrupts the silence. )
"Ahem," ( he coughs, ) "May I come in?"
-@lovinglyvivisected
[It takes him a few seconds to make the neurons fire. With a jolt, he manages to stand up and unlock the door.]
[He feels the closest thing he's felt in a while to excitement, the note shadowed by a twist of resentment.]
[The routine is frustratingly hypnotic. Soot doesn't want to think that he missed it, it's just another kind of monotony. Nonetheless, he follows suit. Obediently, one could say.]
( The Doctor leads Soot down the same hallway, towards the same room, unlocking the same door in the same methodical motion as always. He steps aside, offering Soot enter first, as always. Once they've both entered the small office, the Doctor pats twice on the exam table. Lined with cheap paper and hard fake-leather, the same as always. )
Sit, if you will.
( The Doctor smiles the same fakeish smile. His eyes have the same anticipation, the same excitement that he always has when treating his beloved patients. He places his clipboard down on the counter adjacent to him and waits for obedience. )
( The Doctor stares at Soot expectantly. He watches, preparing to step closer as Soot refuses to move, but he lets up once he does. )
Well, dear. And yourself? Tell me. Anything out of the ordinary?
( As the Doctor speaks, he approaches Soot on the table. He places a hand on Soot's back and the other on his sternum, gently adjusting Soot's posture for a moment. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck, absently pressing the chestpiece onto Soot's heart to listen.
[The doctor can probably hear the way his breath halts, pulse jumping like some kind of animal. This is the only time he is ever aware of his heart without it feeling foreign and disgusting. The doctor's hands are cold.]
I've been...well, normal for myself. Still haven't felt very connected, I think.
I see, dear. That's good that you seem relatively similar — although it's a shame you're so disconnected.
At the very least, you seem very responsive so far.
( The Doctor lingers on listening to Soot's heart for a moment before moving to his lungs. He wraps his arm around Soot, now pressing his hand against the other's back. )
( Doc smiles to himself as Soot breathes. He continues to listen for a moment before removing the stethoscope from his ears and returning it to idle around his neck. )
Your vitals seem normal —
( A beat, )
— but you need to work on staying calm during check-ups. All I'm doing is looking you over.
( The Doctor's voice is a bit lower than it needs to be, it sounds almost purposeful. His gloved hand gently rests on Soot's shoulder. )
( The Doctor takes his hand off of Soot momentarily. He contemplates for a moment, deciding to gently raise soot's left arm outward. He gently squeezes on it before lifting up Soot's sleeve to the elbow and examining his forearm. He places a thumb on the tendon of Soot's wrist, holding it there for a moment. )
( The Doctor lets go, making note of Soot's reaction. )
I see.
Judging by what you've told me, I think I may need to up your dosage a bit. It seems like it isn't working quite like it should — Do you mind that?
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