THE MESSIAH

ERIK CROSS forty-eight, pisces, therapist. THE ADVOCATE works at the glendale psychiatric hopsital. INFORMATION this account is with "glendale-rp", please do not follow or respond to any threads if you are not affiliated with this group! DISCLAIMER this role-play does not romanticize or glorify mental illness in ANY way! please refrain from sending hate to this, or any accounts linked to glendale. such acts will be met with an immediate block.

[mademessiah]

pick your fav chicken; samantha or heather

❛        i love  BOTH  my chickens equally in different ways.       ❜

[mademessiah]

whats the most fucked up thing a patient has ever told you?

❛        well,    the first few things that comes to mind was when i was about …. thirty    &     this was one of my first few ….  INTENSE  patients,      so to speak.     her parents ran a meth lab out of their home so they often had people coming in     &     out of the house.     a lot of the times her parents would have her      &      her brother sell meth at school,     or to junkies that hung around the area.      but              sometimes she     &     her brother would sleep together … i don’t mean a  SLEEPOVER.     i also had a patient who had a …. proclivity  for corpses.      he liked that they couldn’t  DENY  him,     or belittle him.       he was a morgue assistant,      so,     yikes.       ❜

[mademessiah]

fluff me up sugar daddy

❛        i’m not absolutely  sure  but if i recall correctly,      in the far back right side of the library there’s a  BIBLE.     i think you should  read  it.        ❜

[mademessiah]

honesty hour my dudes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[mademessiah]

he allows himself to  deflate  as he lowers into the chair,     the soft hum of the coffee machine     &     refrigerator offer him an  odd  sense of tranquility     &     a rare moment to himself.     at home this was of course  NORMAL,     but at work silence had become a rarity,      the doctor usually in the company of patients or other members of the staff.     it was a  welcomed  change of pace,      one of course that is swiftly  INTERRUPTED.       just  as he cracks open the lid to the previous nights garlic alfredo,    the door opens to reveal a  vaguely  familiar face.

the doctor wasn’t a  RUDE  man,     no,     so despite the rather  HEFTY  desire to be alone,      he smiles,      nodding to the fellow doctor.      ❛        evenin’.        ❜

@casey-callahan​

[blua]

I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.

x ( via blua )

[mademessiah]

(   &   ).   SAMANTHA ALCOTT.

“Um–my brother just sent me a bunch of cards and some rice balls, would you like some?”

❛       yeah,    that’d be great.     that’s very kind of you,    thank you.      ❜        he takes a seat across from the girl,      stealing one final glance at the rather  prominent  bruise,      he would ease into that  later,      knowing it would more effective to slowly pave his way towards the question that’s  CLAWING  at his brain.     because then,     he was more likely to get the  TRUTH  rather than some  botched  tale.       ❛       that was very  nice  of him to do for you.      i’m  sorry  you had to miss the new year,     though.     sam,     right?        ❜        he vaguely recalls her file:    heather’s  sister.

[skywllker]

[mademessiah]

bukcybarnes:

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[mademessiah]

(   &   ).  DAVID WOLFE.

“Good. Spilling isn’t exactly my thing.” He sighed, eating a doughnut. He narrowed his eyes at him “There’s no reason for a conversation starter of you’re not trying to manipulate me and other patients.”

❛        noted.         ❜       while the statement in itself  wasn’t  all that surprising,      it  was  somewhat unexpected,     but,    he supposes he should have expected it.      erik’s demeanor doesn’t change.     as always,     he rolls with it.       ❛        not entirely.      some patients prefer for staff to have a  REASON  for speaking to them out of their offices.     &     free donuts are a  VERY  good reason.        ❜       

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[mademessiah]

(   &   ).  LLEWELLYN BOYD

Llewellyn eyed up the box of donuts the man was offering, a laugh huffed over her lips before she shook her head. “You offer those just after I’ve finished perfecting my lipstick.” She joked, blue eyes glancing up at the man, trying to recognise his face. Then it clicked, “You must be the new Therapist. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Llewellyn Boyd, staff nurse.”

❛        ooh,      caught ya too late.       ❜       his lips curl into an  apologetic  smile before he sets the box on the counter,      ❛        yes,    dr.  erik cross.     it’s a pleasure to meet you too,     ms.  boyd.       ❜       he extends his hand,      wanting to  properly  introduce himself.

[mademessiah]

theohenderson:

“I’ll pass on the diabetes, thanks doc.”

❛        fair enough.       ❜        the doctor merely shrugs,    that just meant more for him!       he takes a bite of a  VERY  thickly glazed donut,       soon pointing at that mans  badge,       ❛        i take it that you are either the new art therapist  or  orderly that i’ve heard about.       ❜

[mademessiah]

(   &   ).  DAVID WOLFE.

David was expecting some sort of confession. At the very least a sheepish one. But no. The doctor was keeping it up. Frowning, he kept his distance but grabbed a doughnut hesitantly “Then what’s your deal? A false sense of coolness before you force me to talk? Because it isn’t gonna work.”

❛        i don’t expect  anyone  to tell me every single one of their  DARKEST  secrets over a few  pastries            but,      they’ve proven to be a decent conversation starter,        ❜       the doctor waves between them,        ❛        as,      we are  now  currently doing.       again:     no tricks,     just treats.       ❜

[mademessiah]

dad i want more donuts

❛        only  if you stop beating everybody up.       ❜

[poeticsania-deactivated20220228]

In a parallel universe, In a different world We are sleeping beside each other With our wedding rings sitting together. And here We don’t even know how to look at each other Without getting caught between the ghost we made out of ourselves .

Parallel Truth #2//S.M

By @poeticsania

(via poeticsania)

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(   &   ).  HEATHER ALCOTT

there was something so ingratiating about an adamant smile in the middle of sarcasm and hard-knuckled poise like it spoke thousands without even a lone word uttered – cuffed her to the reminisce of two years ago when tottering an ardent veneer had been as easy flicking a wrist or leaving marks on a wall. his gait made her both relaxed and alarmed, she was fragile for this sort of kindness. he was treating her like a friend. like she was worth sitting down and spending time with. shit, this was just a doctor’s method, wasn’t it? “tell me about yourself.” she suddenly piped, half gnawing the donut–one cheek a chipmunk resemblance. “i’ve never had a session with you before but i’m fucking sure you’ve read my file. so. let’s turn the tables around. tell me about yourself, doctor tall, smiley, and donut-y.”

it was an  easy  request,     certainly one he’d grown  accustomed  to answering,       ❛       fair enough.     ah, i’ve been a therapist for a little over  TWENTY  years now.     i've worked at three hospitals,     the  third  being glendale,        ❜       he motions his hand at the open air around them,      watching in  satisfaction as the girl takes a rather  LARGE  bite of a donut.     success!      ❛       i worked at my last hospital for about .... twelve years?     about that,    maybe more so nearing  thirteen.     but,     i had to quit to move up here to be with my father after my mother passed.     my brother    &    i decided it’d be best if he was  SURROUNDED  by family for a while.       ❜       a look of  SEPULCHRAL  flickers along aged features,     albeit quick,     he knows she saw               &    he doesn’t mind.     he’d imagine it be  more  off putting if he  HADN’T  reacted to the statement.      ❛       he’s actually  part  of the reason i got into psychology,     growing up he was           unusual,   i guess you could say.     but,     you know,     at that time mental illness wasn’t exactly  understood,      or a dinner-table topic so we didn’t  understand  what he was going through    &    unfortunately i held it  against  him for a long time before i’d gotten into the field.        ❜