#nightmdic

[infiniitefrequency]

@nightmdic started following you

Bill stumbled into the office, blood dripping from his nose, unsteady on his feet. There were several small incisions, jagged across parts of exposed skin.

"I need a disgusting growth removed! Stat!"

[exigencism]

@nightmdic --> ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . (for curtis!)

GRINNING FROM ear to ear ( lightly dusted in pink ), like a schoolboy having found his father's magazine collection. Only a week off to enjoy themselves, and they're stuck at some dinner party kissing the asses of some higher-ups when they'd rather do anything else. Just when he'd thought this couldn't get any more mind-numbing ( seriously, why'd he study physics just to get stuck in a war ), he couldn't help but notice her taking hold of his arm.

❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜

He knows already. His comrade is probably turning to mouth there goes golden boy again to his bunk mate, but Curt hardly cares. She walks past, and after a few more moments, Curt inconspicuously follows. It doesn't take them very long to get outside in the backyard, where the company is sparse and the music is muffled. Just him, and her, and the night sky. So few are their chances to find beauty in chaos; Marie is the rainbow appearing in the rain, the fractals of light from a disco ball.

Golden boy has a well-disciplined trigger finger, tracing its way down to her waistband as their lips meet endlessly. They can return to the flames, and the screaming, and the danger, later; right now, he wants nothing more than to stop time and get lost in her, his hard-on grinding up against her leg and his foot nudging hers to get farther apart.

[clochanam]

" hey... you know that i'll defend you against any doubts, especially your own. so know that this isn't me questioning you, but me trying to make sure you know you're not alone. okay? because you're brilliant, marie. the very notion that you don't have your name splashed across books and papers and walks of fame is beyond me. but you're rushed off your feet, and... and i can't bear the idea that you'll collapse under the weight of all these lives you're saving. so please... just let me take some of the work from you. okay? i can do it. i can help. just promise me you'll let me, hey? "

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[monenblogi]

@nightmdic - for dis

“Yer lucky I like you enough t’ make house calls.” There was probably also a joke about doctors and nurses to be made in there somewhere but John decided to keep his mouth shut on that one. “Want it on record, Doc, I’m missing a very good rerun block of Coronation Street for this I was gonna get smashed in front of.” 

Well, he was at least doing his best to try and make light of... whatever the situation was. Sometimes a good joke was all it took to be reminded that one wasn’t quite off the deep end just yet, and an even better distraction for the utter horrors that lay out of eyeshot. 

Quite literally. 

He scratched a mark into the door frame out of precaution before stepping in. “Alright, y’ wanna run me by it? Couldn’t make much sense of what was over th’ phone.” 

[florasentinel]

starter for : @nightmdic

he is proudly wearing a band aid on trunk skin. he has never worn a band aid before. after all , he can heal remarkably fast. still , it is heart shaped.

" i am groot ! " < thank you. i will treasure this moment ! >

[qapsiel]

@nightmdic ;; angelic injury prompts (still accepting) Marie said: “Can’t you heal it yourself?”

                              "NO," HE SAYS THROUGH CLENCHED TEETH. He's trying to ignore the pain shooting through his shoulder blades, but it's hard because wings are an especially sensitive part of an angel's body. It's the celestial equivalent of a male human getting kicked in the testicles, he presumes. Not that Marie has experience with either of those. He risks a glance over his shoulder again before he quickly looks away again. His wings aren't visible right now, still safely folded on another plane of existence, but the blood with the vaguely pale blue shimmer to it is very real and steadily dropping on the floor, as well as the grey down feathers that seem to appear out of thin air now and then. 

                              Marie takes the whole angel business remarkedly well, honestly, which, along with her medical expertise, is the reason Castiel is here right now. "My grace is failing." Well, it isn't even his own grace to begin with, and every remotely angelic act burns through it even quicker. "Healing wounds inflicted by a common human weapon isn't difficult, but the blade that injured me was forged in heaven. I can't heal that so easily."

[wolverinetm]

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Logan was loathe to do this, but the scent had gone cold. He'd heard of this place where folks could go to get some medical help, and on the off chance that the kid he was looking for came here, he figured it was as good a place as any to start. He knocked on the door and leaned on the door frame, holding up a picture when it was finally answered. "You seen this kid 'round anywhere?"

[detectivewoof-a]

@nightmdic || sc!

“Listen, if you think this is bad then you should see the other guy.” 

Actually? She didn’t need to. For safety reasons, mostly, the guy was apprehended and whoever the last chosen victim would’ve been could sleep easier at night. It... was just that it might have come down to a rather unfortunate attempted knife fight that most definitely didn’t end in the guy’s favor. 

Did for Manny, at least, he was lucky to just scrape away with a broken nose more than anything. 

“Mn--insisted I’ll be fine but boss doesn’t believe me...” 

[exigencism]

@nightmdic <3'd!

IT HAD gotten easier, with time. And patience. And a hell of a lot of speaking without words. Curt's urging, and insistence, and begging, and pleading was enough to convince it to listen, and by the time it trudged its way through the gate of her clinic, it had decided to rest. Scaled muscles give way to the scrawny man it concealed. Curt fished his pockets for his watch; four hours. It took him four hours to wrestle control out of its claws once more. He seemed to be making steady progress.

Here comes the headache. Dazed and disoriented, he leans against an empty wall, amongst bits of rubble from his sudden entrance. Bone-tired, weary, exhausted. His knees give way and his back scrapes against the wall as he sits against it, neck craning downwards to take stock of his torn clothing. He'll need to find some size-fitting solution if he's to truly find peace with the... creature he has trapped himself with.

Noticing her nearing footsteps, he lifts his heavy head and weakly waves with his good arm. "Sorry for... barging in like this. I'll... help pay to fix it if you want. It was either this-" he gestures vaguely at the destruction- "or scaling a building. Didn't really feel like being in the Daily Bugle for the third time this week."

[ncrthernl1ghts]

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@nightmdic

[aercnaut]

asriel: hey --

at least two witches, a lady doctor, a texan, a criminal mastermind, asriel's baby mama, and a sassy preteen at any given point:

[jigsawscarred]

nightmdic asked: ‘ PATCH. ‘  - [ Marie ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine / yours. ] meme. // always accepting.

Going against Vought had put Billy on a hit list. He had been going home one night when he had felt a presence stalking him. Black Noir. After some effort he had gotten away, however not without injuries. Huge gashes down his shoulder and arm. So he went to the nearest place that he knew of.

"Sorry once again, it was pretty bad and seeing a doctor isn't an option at this point. I didn't want to deal with all the hassle and questions."

He knows that he doesn't need to apologize. She's just doing her job. But it would have taken far too long to see a doctor in the emergency room and he doesn't want to wait around. Billy's dark brown eyes watch as she tends to the wound on his arm. Home was too far away for him to deal with it in a pinch or else he would have done it himself.

@nightmdic

[clochanam]

these days, peace is a rare and precious treasure to find. not the sort of thing to disregard, even if it is found in the simple act of watching @nightmdic work. don't ask aisling what it is that the brunette is doing, of course. her focus is fixed on the way her brow furrows a touch, the miniscule movements of her lips, the patient and meticulous motions of her skilled hands. she could be signing a check, or saving a life. at this point, all aisling really registers is just how calm and steady everything seems to be in her presence. " where did you learn how to do this so well? " / s.c.

[dionadaiir]

❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

accepting @nightmdic

Eden grinned at Marie's declaration. He had no intention of stopping...

A large, calloused hand had pinned Marie's slender wrists above her head while the other gripped her thigh in a firm grip. He held her there as his hips bucked relentlessly into her. His cock filled her completely, and he loved the feeling of her womanhood gripping him like a vice.

❝Aye, lass, wouldna dream oof it, ah love yer voice too much. ❞ He teased as he kept the pace. A feral smile spread across his freckled face. He watched her become undone by his cock and a swelling of pride thrummed in his chest.

Leaning in, his lips trailed sharp kisses across her bare skin, his teeth nipping the succulent skin and leaving a love bite. He did this several times to her neck over her throat and down to her chest. She deserved a little souvenir. He peppered softer kisses over her breasts, and took one into his mouth, he suckled for a moment; his tongue batting the nipple playfully before sitting up and lifting her leg to get a better angle. His thrusts began to quicken.

❝Marie~❞ he hummed as if her name was a song. He watched her face contort with pleasure.

❝ Come fer me, lass, look at ye, beautiful, absolutely bonny. ❞ He hummed between grunts and moans.

❝ Such a sweet woman ye are. ❞

[wranglens]

technically  ,      injuries  haven't  happened  yet  .      but  in  the  wranglers'  line  of  work  ,      they're  bound  to  ,      and  standing  here  with  a  hand  at  his  hip  and  his  keys  in  his  fingers  ,      tyler  intends  to  make  sure  he's  got  all  the  kinks  ironed  out  first  .

@nightmdic  .      “what  are  you  talking  about?    ”

❝        all  right  ,      well  ,      say  there's  some  injury  was  gained        hypothetically  ,      this  is  all  hypothetical        in  some  scenario  where  they  were  knowingly  putting  other  people  at  risk  ,      okay  ?      but  these  other  people  were  fine  with  that  ,      and  they  knew  that  and  ,      uh  ,      then  the  one  with  the  injury's  got  some  preexisting  condition  that  they  knew  about  before  doing  all  this  .      is  that  covered  ?        ❞

he's  nearly  breathless  by  the  time  he's  done  with  his  little  spiel  ,      bottom  lip  bitten  between  upper  four  teeth  as  his  smile  tries  to  overtake  that  very  limited  range  of  movement  .        ❝        i'll  be  the  first  to  say  i  still  don't  understand  all  that  nonsense  ,      even  though  i    …    've  got  some  experience  .        ❞

╰ ゜&. THAT'S WHIRRED UP .  /  𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .

[snkts]

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