asylum meme

[specifics]

 

Meme, Interrupted



"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."
Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon. 

Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you. 

Rules: 

1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!

Comments

Bryce Banner | AU MCU | ota

[incrediblebanner]

option one.
Placing the woman with the capability of turning into the Hulk in in-patient care was arguably the worst idea anyone has ever had, but they sort of ran out of options, considering the fact that the woman is also suicidally depressed and experiencing significant deterioration to her mental health.

(Does it count as trying to kill yourself if you know it won't work, or is it just a really extreme form of self-injury?)

Luckily for everyone involved, SHIELD maintains a psychiatric facility of its own - SHIELD agents have high rates of mental illness, who could have possibly predicted that? - that is at least somewhat more equipped to handle her case than a civilian facility. So... here she is.

option two.
Hulk? What Hulk? There's no actual giant green rage monster here, just a very troubled and depressed woman suffering from the delusion that her anger turns her into a literal monster. Sad. She's been in and out of in-patient psychiatric care for pretty much all her life, but hey, maybe this time will be the last. She wouldn't bet on it, but you never know.

option three.
?? make your own or ask for something

Esther Moreau | OC | OTA

[57times]

[ Esther's home life was pretty traumatic, which lead to her rather violently murdering her father, so that would be a pretty viable reason for her being a patient. I'm open to the hospital being above board or not, and am also down for darker/more angstier themes or lighter ones. ]

Barry Allen | 63!Flash | ota

[fastestalive]

patient, s1ish era

Fun fact: Barry's been in outpatient therapy, on and off, for over a decade now. It's not hard to see why, given how much time she spent trying to convince everyone that she saw something unnatural kill her mother. If she didn't know what she saw that night, that her dad didn't kill her mom... To everyone else, she really did look like a girl whose brain cooked up some crazy memory to protect her from the truth.

So why is she here now? The memories are kind of fuzzy still, but apparently, she was called in to examine a domestic violence crime scene and had what appeared to be a full-fledged PTSD flashback followed by several hours of catatonia. Barry kind of suspects some kind of metahuman influence, but what can she say? It wasn't really me, someone with superpowers messed with my head? So she's stuck here for at least a few days while they do a psych evaluation. Not that she couldn't run for it, but she wants to still have a job at the end of this whole thing, and it doesn't look too great if you escape from a psychiatric facility. So, yeah. Here she is.


patient, s4 premiere

After leaving the Speed Force, some well-meaning soul who finds Barry calls the police, who, in the absence of any ID, end up sending her to the psychiatric unit at a local hospital. The current diagnosis is schizoaphasia, thanks to her communicating largely in nonsense phrases that have little-to-no relationship to any conversations around her. She mostly keeps to her room, writing nonsense syllables in the notebook one of her nurses kindly provided her (partly so she would stop stealing pens and writing on the walls), but she comes out every now and then to wander among the other patients.

Right now, she's sitting in one of the common areas, completely fucking up a coloring book by drawing more symbols on it. She might not be much of a conversational partner right now, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

[havingprecision]

Oliver, we found her. Keystone Psychiatric Facility.

Oliver had called in a favor, dialing up one Wally West to get him to Keystone immediately if not sooner because no way was he going to wait on a train, a car or any other conventional mode of transportation. The explosion of energy in Central had to have been the Speed Force letting someone go, but no one at STAR Labs had been able to track it yet.

The staff might be startled to see Oliver Queen requesting to see the new admit, but he's shown in after a moment, moving to sit down beside her.

"Barry? It's me, Oliver."

Ezera | OC | Nightclub owner | OTA

[snakechahmah]

"I'm not crazy!", is the first thing that a crazy person might holler as their ass is being hauled off to an asylum. In her case, it was true. But the thing about money and power was that the people who had those things didn't have to worry about those itty bitty details. Whomever she had annoyed (and let's be honest, there's probably a list out there), decided to ensure that she wasn't going to talk about the dirty dealings that she had probably found out about at the other clubs working as fronts for illegal activity. At least not to anyone else but the walls.

People came and went. Or did they? She wasn't sure anymore. The medication they kept injecting her with messed her up enough that eventually, she stopped struggling because she couldn't remember what she had been struggling against. Names, friends, faces, faded. In the fog of her mind, even the lighthouse of her most intense memories dimmed.

But it wasn't all bad. There were things to look forward to!

Like, Jello. Can't wait to see if it's going to be a different color today.

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m

[desecrated]

Option A:
Already suffers from PTSD and drug use, it isn't a difficult leap to section him.

Option B:
Perhaps already tortured to the point of severe trauma he could be sectioned in a country where there is a pretty bad language barrier or just a pretty bad hospital in general.

Sam Murphy : OC : F/M for shipping, OTA gen.

[andgracetoo]

[ She's there for severe depression, PTSD, and kicking an addiction to painkillers. ]

Selina Kyle | Gotham

[fille_fatale]

If there is hell on Earth, it is Arkham Asylum and everyone knows it. Happy to write an actual starter, but for not some spit balling: she could get snatched, and be a patient during Hugo Strange's tenure, which would mean some real fuckery and potential mental torture. OR she could be breaking in for some reason, run into a patient, or someone who works there maybe. Or it could be some kind of kids facility instead, in which case she'd be working hard to break out asap.

OR we could go the real crazy route, say maybe she's not the savvy street kid we know, but an escaped patient or something. I'm game for lots of things, let's figure out what's most fun for everyone. :33

[red_hoods]

(since we already have our timey wimey universe lol maybe something where shit goes bad and they haven't seen each other in a while but they both end up in Arkham at the same time, for some reason or another?)

R.M. Renfield | Dracula

[ratsratsrats]

[Sorry about the lack of icons, but the animal-eating guy who keeps calling Dracula "Master" is locked up in an asylum in canon.]

[hemostasis]

[oh]

[hell]

[NO]

meg corbyn ( the others series )

[cs759]

[ in canon, she was kept in a secret facility for girls like her who are born with the urge to self-harm in order to speak prophecy. (it’s a great gift that has been exploited by regular humans.) they are kept from any contact with the outside world, given a designation instead of a name (hers is cs759), treated like property, and are made to cut to give prophecies which are then sold to make their keepers rich. (it’s a wild series!) info on her canon is in her journal. your character can be a fellow cassandra sangue if female; be one of the keepers who feels sympathetic/guilty; be there to rescue her kind; or something I didn’t think of. ]

Kanda Yu | D.Gray-man | m/m

[yu_kanda]

Option A: A more canon setting. Instead of letting him roam free, The Order has taken him into custody and branded him as a malfunctioning 2nd Exorcist. So they've taken Mugen from him and locked him in a medical-wing cell (white, padded walls, the works). He's tried to escape many times with little success. Are you there to visit? A staffer tasked to feed/bathe/medicate him? Have you come to help break/sneak him out?

Secondary A Options: He's medicated to keep him docile which could also be an aphrodisiac, He could be shackled or free-roaming around the room, and could be crumbly from his regenerative powers slowing down help bandage him back together maybe?

Option B: An AU setting with a more modern asylum flair. He's in for drug/alcohol abuse and sex addiction (later is optional). Being a troubled youth Kanda is in for 'rehabilitation' which seems to mean different things to each of the staff and doctors. Some genuinely seem to want to help, while others you definitely try to stay away from if possible. He's gotten in trouble for fighting fellow patients and has been known to let other's sneak into his room at night. Are you a fellow patient? Are you the one making his bed squeak at night (could be fellow patient or staff)? Maybe you're both stuck in the same boring group therapy session, or have courtyard-time together.

Secondary B Options: Sex favors in exchange for drugs/alcohol (fellow patients or staff), being incapacitated/sedated to make him more compliant, all patients are required to wear uniforms (your choice).

In General: I'm open to vast age differences (he can be anywhere from 16-19), DUB-con situations (which is where the aphro comes in), Canon or Cross-canon welcome, open to kinks as long as they aren't the bathroom variety.

Mick Rory - Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash - ota

[bringstheheat]

It's the first time Mick has ever been in a place like this.
Sure he's done the mandatory detention holds, even a few stints in the prison psych ward when things got real bad, but this is different.

This time Mick walked in voluntarily.
Losing Leonard had broken him. Shattered him in ways he didn't even think were possible anymore. But he had tried, he had stayed with the team for as long as he could. It didn't matter if he was depressed, it didn't matter if he was grieving or even suicidal at times. He was gonna finish the job. He was gonna finish what he and Snart had started together.

Then the illuminations started. Hallucinations.
Whatever.

Everywhere Mick turned, there he was. A phantom, a ghost that he couldn't escape. Nothing made it stop. Not a good fight, not a bad fight, no amount of drink, he couldn't make it stop.

It's not as bad as prison.
And Mick doesn't have to pretend that he's fine because he's not. He misses his partner and he can't see a way clear anymore.

Not!Actually!Leonard. AKA here be your illumination, Mick, have fun!

[mypriority]

The problem with something as advanced as hallucinations is...it takes time to get a grip on them. No amount of therapy or sedatives can make a very quick turnaround in a case quite like Mick Rory's.

Maybe especially in his case, because regardless of his voluntary admittance, how much does he even really want to let go? Isn't it almost a comfort to see those too-blue eyes, hear that over-the-top drawl drop in his ear?

That's what Leonard--as much as he isn't really Leonard--has to convince his creator of, at any rate. Can't go having him un-make him and all. He may just be a figment of the big guy's imagination and he may not have real feelings to speak of, but...well, no one wants to stop existing. Least of all someone who can't exist in any other way or mind at all.

When Mick enters the rec room in the ward, Leonard is propped against the arm of the couch, lounging like it's any day that ends in Y, magazine in hand. He glances up when Mick walks in, "What are your thoughts on Selina and Beiber?"

There's a beat and he tosses the magazine on the nearest flat surface, sitting up, "They need better reading material in this place than outdated magazines. What do they think this is-- a doctor's office?"

Another beat. Two. "Oh. Wait." That's a hand over his mouth like he was really caugh saying something he shouldn't have.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Mick isn't the only new arrival to the hospital. Sam's only been there a day or two longer, having been brought in from being hit by a car. It probably would have been fine but, without having had much sleep lately, he'd ended up speaking to Lucifer where other people could hear him.

He wanders into the rec room, doing his best to ignore the former archangel following him, though he still rubs his palm every once in a while. It doesn't work, but it makes him feel better. At least for a moment.

Scanning the room, he finally goes and finds one of the comfortable chairs next to somebody else who at least looks lucid. And has the remote. "Anything good on?"

[thecanarylives]

They'd all gone their separate ways after the Vanishing Point. With Vandal Savage defeated and no impending threat of doom as an excuse to play Legends, it was back to status quo. Finding their places in a world and a time that didn't know what they'd done for it.

It's months until she catches wind of him again. A passing comment from Team Flash that Mick's checked himself into a psych ward voluntarily.

She's signing in to the Central City Psychiatric Hospital downtown in a matter of hours, weaving her way through the halls with a nurse who leads her to the main sitting room. He's there, slumped on a couch in front of the TV, a chess set splayed out on the coffee table. Like that's fooling anyone.

She sits in his periphery, watching him quietly a moment before finally speaking up.

"Didn't take you for a white scrubs kind of guy."

[thishouseisbitchin]

There hadn't been a lot of improvement on Barry's side of things, after he'd left the speed force. He could manage brief bits of lucidity, a few hours a day sometimes. Longer on others. They'd thought, maybe, that had been a sign of improvement. But then he'd spend the next day wrapped up in his own head, hunched over a notebook and writing in those damn symbols again. If not for the sudden bursts of violent superspeed and occasional hysteria they'd have kept him in Star Labs longer. Away from this longer.

But there were also metahumans to deal with. Devoe. Starro. Godspeed. Who even knew who else was coming. Except, apparently, Barry. He always seemed to know. Eventually.

So this was their last resort. Slapping power dampening cuffs on him and hoping this place could help him.

He's at least a little lucid today, somewhat sedated (which in anyone else's biology would be almost irresponsibly sedated) and sitting in front of a TV set playing some movie no one is paying attention to. There's a notebook in front of him filled with those symbols.

[scarletspeedster1]

It was Sara Lance who told him. She and the other Legends had disbanded and she had relayed that Mick had checked himself into the psych ward. Barry spent a couple days wrestling with himself. Should he go visit? Should he just let the man be...he probably didn't want any more reminders of losing Len..especially when it was Barry's fault in the first place. In the end his concern for the older man won out and Barry had to see how bad it was for himself. Barry knew what loss was, he'd lost so many after all. Maybe...maybe he could help him?

It still takes a couple more days for Barry to work up the courage to visit. He signs in, clips on the visitors pass, and follows the nurse to the day room. He sees Mick from the doorway and slowly makes his way over to him. He sits on the couch beside him and picks at the lint on his pants. "So...hows the food here?"

Dionysus | The Wicked + The Divine | ota

[yoloo]

[Dionysus doesn't like the pills they make him take. They make his body feel heavy and unresponsive, they make him sluggish and it's hard to think clearly. They claim it's not the pills, not entirely. It's the fact that he doesn't sleep, but he's used to that. He's used to staying up... he can sleep when he's dead, right?

But the doctors keep telling him he can't maintain it. That humans need sleep, that he needs rest.

But they also say he's delusional. They say he fucking hears voices brought on by his illness, not that he can actually connect with people. They say he fucking has a god complex, that he lying, and he's not. He knows he's not. He didn't imagine his performances, the happiness he left people with.

He couldn't have... right?

They say he needs to get used to hearing Umar again, that he needs to give up his fantasy and take his medication and get better.

Dionysus has never felt this lost, this cut off before... and he doesn't like the doubts that sneak in and say that maybe the doctors are right. Maybe everything he's gone through has just been a ridiculous fantasy in his head.

It would mean he doesn't have just two years to live, at least.

But it would also mean that he hasn't really helped anyone. He hasn't given anyone at least one night of happiness to hang on to, and helping people is all he really wants.

At least he's made some friends inside these walls, and most the staff seems friendly enough with him. Enough to sneak him an extra soda or something sugary if he asks for it-- and fuck if he doesn't need it to get through the day sometimes still.

He's sat outside for the moment, knees drawn up to his chest as he looks around. He'll have to go back inside soon, but at least he doesn't feel entirely so stifled outside. The air is fresh, the sun is warm enough... and even if he knows that it's not real freedom, that staff are around him and ready to drag him back if he even tries to make a run for freedom--

Well, at least it feels like a little more freedom than sitting in his room, or in therapy being told how wrong he is about everything. He tilts his head back for a moment, letting his eyes drift shut, lets himself drift a little. Those pills-- those fucking pills make him feel more tired than the lack of sleep. Fuzzy, bogged down. Even if he tries to reach out, tries to use the abilities he knows he has, he can't quite do it. It feels so out of touch, out of reach.]

[realitywarped]

[He hates the suggestion that he's somehow better off settling for being human than he was as a god. He really hates the implication that being Loki is only madness, especially when he remembers madness so clearly it hurts sometimes. He hates the pills they make him take- and above all else he hates being powerless. Oh, he's flirted and charmed his way into a few favours, blackmailed his way into more, but he's well aware they're a tenuous resource and easily lost.

In short, he hates the asylum. Perhaps that's why he prefers to cling stubbornly to being Loki, over the useless waste of time and space that was apparently his human self. He refuses to believe in the brother they trot before him, the parents they claim he had (but has never seen- apparently they've built his parents' disappointment into the fantasy they've tried to weave for him). And he's certainly not going to tamely get better and forget everything that makes him Loki, when it means forgetting everything he did to be Loki.

He's never really spoken to Dionysus before; different pantheons, and apparently vastly different beliefs about how being a god works and what it entails. But he's desperate for some company that can at least appreciate why being human just isn't an option, even if it means more pills and more time in here, and he's heard Dionysus insist on his name and powers. He settles beside him, watching for a moment, before he speaks.]

I do believe we gods should stick together. How about you?

Leonard Snart | DCtv

[mypriority]

He doesn't know how it happened, or when, or why or how--did he mention how already? Maybe he did, it's hard to keep up--but somehow, by some miracle or act of Time, Itself, Leonard Snart is alive. Alive, but not what one could call 'well' by any stretch or definition of the word. He was found, erratic and talking about seeing the future and knowing how it ends and needing to tell "them"--he wouldn't specify who--so they could fix it, by a nurse who didn't recognize him as the known-dead former criminal Leonard Snart. She delivered him to the psych ward of Central City Medical and things got weird and complicated initially, but Leonard wasn't aware of it any more than he was aware of anything right now. He spent a 72 hour stint in the psych ward at the hospital, and his evaluation led them to sending him to an in-patient facility.

It's been days, a week, maybe two, he can't tell any more. He's lost all sense of Time after two years stuck in the timestream. Lisa is the only living next of kin he has left, and no one has been able to contact her.

No one has been notified at all about the sudden emerging existence of a dead man in Central City.

The medicine they've got him on sedates him pretty drastically, but it doesn't stop the way he talks about things that don't make sense-- Time Masters and time travel, the future being at stake, unnamed Legends he needs to talk to because it's Important. He's stopped trying, he's realized it's useless to try because they don't understand and he's tired of fighting. It's easier to sink into the blank haze of the medication, so he does.

He's sitting by himself in a chair in the rec room, sketching something that, from the perspective of most people, is unimaginable-- when asked, he says it's a ship called the Waverider. No one seems to believe him when he says he's been on it, but Leonard doesn't care. He knows the truth, even if they all refuse to believe him. But drawing makes him feel like he can control something again in a world that doesn't feel real most days, so he does it a lot. He's been left to his own devices for awhile now, and he doesn't notice someone's approached him.

[chosenbylightning]

Between Cisco Ramon and Harry Wells, STAR Labs has a pretty terrifying data mining operation. Throw in one Felicity Smoak and their operation would give most governments of the world pause if they were focused on anything other than potential metahuman activity or threats to their cities or the world in general.

So when certain keywords ping 'cold' 'time' 'tendency to thieve' and most importantly 'Waverider', Barry Allen is there to investigate.

Seeing him again is like taking a blast from the cold gun straight to the chest. Sudden and sharp and making it damned hard to breathe. But Barry puts on a gentle smile, moving to stand beside the table he's drawing at.

"Hi Leonard."

Savitar | The Flash

[vivifier]

This is what happens. This is what happens when you create a time remnant, a lot of time remnants, you get them to fight a battle for you to save the woman that you love and they fail. Most of them die. All of them but one. This is what happens when that remnant is so utterly injured and devastated that they can barely function, when no one no one helps him.

This place is where you send a time remnant you'd rather forget about, someone so angry that they're starting to lash out. Someone in so much pain they can't even handle living.

Here.

[binarythinking]

Anger and pain.
Abandonment.
These.. funny enough are things that Harry Wells is used to. He'd wrapped himself up in his anger after Tess's death. Used it like a shield to keep everyone at bay.

He can't help Allen. He can't help Ramon. West pulled a damn gun on him.
Snow is so far gone she may never come back.

So here he is. Sitting beside a shattered shell of a time remnant, looking at the band wrapped around his wrist. "So they call you Sam."

Luke

[zerodegrees]

[An occasionally violent runaway, who tends to have somewhat unstable superpowers. Possibly the asylum is legit, and just dealing with a teenager whose first instinct is to lash out as hard as possible, or possibly it's a set-up by the company his father works for, which is a big evil corporation, in the hopes of breaking him into being the mindless weapon they wanted, or possibly it's where the government stuck him because how else do you deal with a teenager who's done nothing technically illegal yet.]