#nightmdic

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@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.

[clochanamarch]

" 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? "

@nightmdic liked THIS POST for a starter using aisling's new fc!

[renownedagent]

the  agent  had  returned  from  deep  cover  operation.  6  months  off  grid,  no  back  up.  he  was  used  to  these  long  stints.  whilst  he  operated  alone,  those  watching  his  progress  seemed  to  always  have  a  medic  on  standby  to  patch  him  up.  when  he  returned  to  a  make  shift  safe  house  and  saw  @nightmdic  waiting  for  him,  he  replied  with  his  british  accent.  "  sorry  doc,  but  i  don't  think  a  check  up  is  necessary.  "

his  deep  brown  hues  would  look  at  her  as  he  explained  his  case.  "  i  just  got  back  from  a  deep  cover  operation  &  they  want  to  poke  and  prod  their  paid  for  agent  to  check  he's  in  good  shape.  they  just  need  to  use  those  things  called  eyes.  "  he  would  say  sarcastically,  a  sign  that  he  was  a  brit,  always  using  wit  and  sarcasm  in  every  day  situations.  "  besides,  you're  probably  the  prettiest  nurse  i've  seen  in  a  while..  "

[qapsiel]

@nightmdic liked the starter call (still accepting)

                             "IS THIS WHAT DYING FEELS LIKE?" Probably not, but to a former angel who has never ever been sick before, having a cold equalizes being on your deathbed. He's sometimes terribly cold, and no number of blankets seem to help, and the next minute, he has to throw everything off his body because heat is setting every limb on fire. And the runny nose? Disgusting. Why do human bodies produce so much secretion? And his throat! It's like swallowing shards. Castiel just wants this to be over. Marie is a doctor; can't she do anything besides chicken soup and offering tissues? Castiel squints at her, looking rather pathetic. "Isn't there a pill?" Pharmacies are full of them.

[monenblogi]

@nightmdic - for dis

“I--know this might sound really weird, but there’s something I have to do for one of your patients.” 

All a part of Taweret’s deal, something she was becoming a bit more painfully aware of, but these were just things that had to be done to maintain the avatar state. Hand for a hand, besides the part where Layla was aware of the goddess’s insistence on seeing to this one in particular. 

“He’s fairly young, brown hair, he would’ve come in—” The pause is palpable, the red scarab pendant glowing deeply as Layla breathed in. Listening, maybe wincing a bit, sometimes she really wished the Goddess would take a short breath before explaining the situation. “’His mother knows he doesn’t have much time left, but he’s in denial about it. She wants to make sure he knows she forgives him’.” 

[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 ! >

[ghstbrthr]

⭑ Blindspot blinked glowing eyes at the doctor and tried for a charming smile beneath the mask, before realising and waving in her direction. He didn't really remember how he got here, but the air was full of chemical cleanliness and his side wasn't being washed in waves of blood anymore. Meekly, he offered a shrug and tried to come up with something believable, ' sorry, I just get a little turned around sometimes. Where are we ? '

— @nightmdic : ❛ i have time for this. ❜

[ncrthernl1ghts]

" YOU SHOULD SEE the other guy, " stan mumbles as marie diligently stitches up the slash wound on his bicep, " i about bit through his finger. did you know if you bite in the right spot, its like biting through a carrot?"

@nightmdic gets a mullet stan!

[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."

[clochanamarch]

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]

𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. He leaned in to give her a little snuggle before opening his mouth to speak. 

❝ 𝐈𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭.❞ 

@nightmdic liked for a 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[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."

[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.” 

[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: