#nurse barlow

[cyberkaban]

Barlow my beloved

[hellsfavgal]

I don't know who I have to contact but I am starved NOBODY'S FED ME EMILY BARLOW ART, I'M A LITERAL TWIG, QUENCH MY THIRST AND HELP MY HUNGER, WE NEED MORE OF HER AND NOAKES RAHHHHHHHHH!! I'LL GIVE YOU MY HEART AND SOULLLLL

[nursebarlow]

How did you join Murkoff?

"Oh dear aren't you just curious? Well this will certainly clear up any other questions you may have in that marvelous head of yours.."

Nurse Barlow handed them a file from her personal drawer that had almost every sentence blacked out except for whenever her name would be mentioned, you'll have to be more smarter than that to get such information out of her <33

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

Working on a Nurse Barlow cosplay btw owo

[prescott-whitehorn]

therapist: fruity coyle isnt real, he cant hurt you fruity coyle:

[bohemiansweede]

Do it you too

Important!

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[trackmind]

“ i've got a whole fucking list if you're looking for synonyms. ” eliana was besides herself, overcome with anger at how nonchalantly he was taking the whole thing. not to mention, attempting to belittle her in the process. “ who do you think you are — talking to me like that? get off your high horse ... or the adderall. ” perhaps her attempt to argue would be more credible if michael didn't make a good case. why did the blonde seek him out, when she knew better than to expect him to change? did he even care about her at all? “ i'm well aware of our hospital's services, you condescending prick. a permanent visit to the psych ward would serve you well. ”

✱ sc. for @trackmind.

“oh, yes, an asshole. classic choice. and my personal favorite—‘demon’s spawn,’” he said with a smirk, taking a casual sip of his drink. “so, tell me, what does that make you? a martyr? a saint? or maybe just a needy little masochist who’ll grovel for scraps of attention from anyone who bothers to glance your way. you call me all these terrible things, yet here you are—again. why? you enjoy getting hurt? if so, why not at least monetize it? our hospital’s always looking for test subjects. pays decently, and hey, lunch is free.”

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

So...

Like, we all realise that once Murkoff cuts their losses with Project Lathe 2, the Prime Assets and Expops are all being fucking put down, right???

Like I know this is probably obvious but like, since the Reagents are being made into Sleeper Agents or hooked up to the Morphogenic Engine or whatever else the CIA/Murkoff want them for, once Lathe 2 is done for (which sounds like it's happening soon with what's being said by Doris/Nurse Barlowe/Noakes and the documents we can find), they're just gonna fucking kill everyone else 🧍 they can't have witnesses, everyone knows that, there's like an understanding that everyone there is going to die but like surely SOMEONE gets out of this alive??? Like Noakes seems to think that our Reagent can do it, and obviously when you Rebirth it kinda proves you can't, but idk, I guess I have hope that someone gets out okay??? Like escapes somehow??? I know Murkoff and the CIA can't be brought to justice or anything, but like, I don't think I can handle this fate for EVERYONE

[dadtron-3000]

Everybody say "Hi Lucy" 👋

Template | Took a crack at the Reagent oc template! It's a lot of fun! Information on Lucy below :)

Lucy has been around the sleep rooms for a while, keeps to himself and only really cares about possessions he can keep on his person - which, to the layman, looks like he's open to sharing.

Because he doesn't often get attached to other Reagents, Lucy is quite a good fit to teach starting teams. More inclined towards surviving a trial over making friends, it makes him a good role model and new subjects catch on quick. Due to the amount of times he's done trials in the Thin Blue Line, Coyle has become accustomed to his presence, yet still tries to kill him.

Most of the time, Lucy comes off as aloof and calm, leading new teams with little to no communication, showing and doing rather than explaining. Though, he will throw bricks and bottles at Ex-Pop and Prime Assets that get too close.

Has a crush on Nurse Barlow, though it is not reciprocated.

He will interact with other reagents, but mostly non verbally.

[izloveshorses]

i've seen a lot of different takes on post-canon anya's career/life over the years in various fics, so i was wondering...

[100gayicons]

Maurice Evans was an acclaimed Shakespearean actor and part of the Old Vic theatrical company in London. He performed in numerous productions including Richard II (1934), Hamlet (1938), Falstaff in Henry IV, Part 1 (1939), and Macbeth (1941).

Evans gained U.S. citizenship in 1941 and enlisted in the US military. He was assigned to the Army Entertainment Section. There he developed production to entertain the troops. One of his commanding officer was later quoted as saying affectionately that Evans was “gay as pink ink”.

To Americans, Evans is probably best known for four roles:

The Puzzler, a villain in the Batman series (1966)

Maurice, Samantha’s father in “Bewitched” (1964–1971)

Hutch, the doomed friend in “Rosemary's Baby” (1968).

Dr Zaius, the orangutan in both “Planet of the Apes” (1968) and its sequel “Beneath…” (1970).

Evans never married. His close friends knew he was gay. In his later years, as Evans’ health declined, his friend and business manager David Barlow would hire young men to strip naked and lie on the bed next to him.

Maurice Evans died in 1989 from congestive heart failure at the age of 87 in a nursing home in East Sussex, England.

[cyberkaban]

Jeremy Blaire origin

[hellsfavgal]

[nursebarlow]

Your haircut is pretty. How do you style it?

– Dorris.

"Oh, Dorris, It's quite the treat to see you out of the cafeteria, to what do I owe such a visit dea— Oh? My hair, well I must tell you that it's a very tedious process which requires patience and time, I have to get up early so I can do it properly, ahahaha!~ Hairspray, some bobby pins, and a dream is all it takes.."

A giggle would escape her lips, like that of an innocent schoolgirl who just managed to get an A+ on their Math exam.

[blcssom]

okay okay okay i finally finished updating my theme & muse page/list so obvi it's time for a short starter call !! like this for a short starter or two and pls be prepared with a muse/short list of muses that you'd like the starter from <3

you can find all my muses here, but below the cut are some i've got particular muse for!!

dylan kirsch – 27 || she/her | production assistant | bisexual | gideon adlon

hannah bloom – 28 || she/her | event planner | bisexual | molly gordon

henrik dahl –54 || he/him | medical director (assassin au) | heterosexual | nikolaj coster waldau

ines morreno – 27 || she/her | exotic dancer (succubus au) | bisexual | camila morrone

ingrid cohen – 25 || she/her | true crime podcaster (serial killer au) | bisexual | mikey madison

ivy reynolds – 29 || she/her | er nurse (serial killer au) | bisexual | ella purnell

jagger evans – 34 || he/him | tax driver | bisexual | josh o'connor

miguel avila – 44 || he/him | literary agent (vampire au) | bisexual | oscar isaac

seth barlowe –35 || he/him | personal security | bisexual | glenn powell

sydney taylor – 27 || she/her | music store clerk | lesbian | zendaya coleman

[crisalidaseason]

Twenty-first entry:  Life debts and loyalty.

I always thought you owe loyalty to the ones who saved your life. I owe Xaden mine and Sloane’s for eternity, what else can I offer if not my full loyalty and respect? I thought I had this figured out, but…something I’ve been struggling to learn is that loyalty can’t be blind to mistakes.

****

“How was your sleep?”

Liam took the pain tincture from the handsome healer’s hand, drinking it at once before the acrid taste could linger. “Good enough, despite the loud thunder”

The man smiled at Liam politely “And the pain?”

“Mostly gone, thanks to you”

Though mending was painful and he could feel the faint scar sting every now and then, it was better than having to deal with stitches and ointments.

“Just doing what I’m supposed to. Are you feeling anything out of the ordinary ache? Numbness, burning or pulling sensation?”

Liam denied it with a head movement.

“Great, I believe you are ready to be discharged” the nurse announced while gathering all his supplies “I just need to finish the paperwork, just wait a few minutes”

“You’re the healer” Liam replied with a slight wink “I’m at your mercy”

The healer rolled his eyes, but the smile did not fade while he walked away. Liam laid back on the bed, waiting patiently and watching as the early morning sun continued to invade the windows of the infirmary. It was still wild to think he had lived to see one more sunrise, but he felt grateful anyways, even with the shame and guilt still rattling on the back of his mind. He could deal with that later, for now the ecstasy of being alive would do. He touched the raised scar of his side, remembering how easily Jack had reached him, how fast, even for speed boosting minor magic provided. Violet had told him about Barlowe’s strange signet, something about pushing energy into her body, but nobody knew what it was exactly - not even Xaden. Liam did not recall feeling any of the strange sensation Violet did, but whatever ability the fucker had, it could explain yesterday’s weird happenings.

“The man is dead now” Deigh murmured “but we must be vigilant. Tairn’s rider has multiple enemies who think of you as an obstacle”

“I know” Liam replied. He was aware of how many mistrustful eyes roamed his friend on a daily basis “I will be more observant”

“I expect so, boy. It is quite shameful to lose a competent rider at a mockery of a war”

“It was quite a close call, huh?” Liam grimaced “I like to think you would miss my great companionship”

Deigh grumbled in amusement.

It did not take long for the healer - whom he learned was named Yago Stillwater - to discharge him with a few pieces of advice on pain management and scarring care. It was so strange for a healer to give him so much attention and actual care when his relic usually brought nothing but neglect - healer’s code be damned when it was a ‘marked one. Enthusiastically, Liam thanked Yago again for the help, hoping they could see each other again without one of them losing blood on an infirmary table. There was a promise of more in Yago’s eyes and Liam almost felt like caving in if it wasn’t for his archive duties calling him. Besides, he had a very lengthy thanks to say and it could not be postponed.

“Take care, Mairi” Yago said once Liam opened the infirmary’s door.

He saluted he man with a smile “I’ll do my best”

There was a skip on his step by the time he began his walk back to the quadrant, but it soon faded when Liam noticed a familiar figure striding quickly on the opposite way.

“Xaden?”

His brother took even longer steps, approaching quickly and with an unfriendly face “Were you discharged already?”

“Yeah. I’m all mended”

“Are you feeling okay?” his brother inquired “those fuckers never do a decent service on us”

“Honestly, I feel great” Liam shrugged “the guy even gave me pain tincture, like, multiple ones”

Xaden seemed just as surprised “Huh”

“I know right?” he chuckled.

His brother narrowed his eyes at Liam “Was the healer good looking? Because you’re a neat charmer, brother”

“I am who I am” he replied “now, shall we return? I’m kinda starving and also have library duty with Vi”

“I’ll walk you there” his brother replied.

They walked beside one another in relative silence and Liam noticed his brother seemed more relaxed than he had been in..years? There were still dark colored bags under his eyes, but his jaw was not as tightened as usual, nor were his shoulders so tense. There was only one thing that could equally stress and calm his brother: Sgaeyl and Violet.

But Xaden was not on his flight leathers.

“So, where were you last night? I almost died and my brother did not even visit” Liam teased.

Xaden glanced at him in warning but, before he could reply, his eyes unfocused for a few seconds, as if he was speaking with his dragon. A loud thunder broke through the clear sky again and Liam practically jumped out of his skin again. At least, the flashes of lightning were not so bright during the morning as the ones that woke him up in the middle of the night.

“You were unconscious when I checked on you last night” Xaden said, completely unfazed by the loud sound “Also, I think you might have to do library duty alone. Violence is training with Carr now”

Liam paused his steps and looked outside again. The sky was clear, not a single rain cloud.

“Is that Vi?” he asked, dumbfounded.

His brother nodded.

“It’s not raining…” he mumbled “Xaden, it’s not raining and she’s conjuring lightning!”

“I know”

“You seem oddly calm about this” Liam inquired suspiciously “was the whole middle of the night thunder also her?”

His brother nodded, though his answer almost seemed absent minded “She’s having a hard time controlling it”

More thunder and flashes of lightning cut the sky above them. Liam tried to see where the lightning was coming from, but he could not identify it.

“The girl is on the mountain, about half an hour away from the fortress” Deigh replied.

More lighting struck. Liam felt bad for her, his own signet did act up when he manifested, but it wasn’t like shooting lightning out of nowhere, only some headaches and sensibility to light.

“How is she?” Liam asked “about everything”

His brother’s breathing choked for a split second “In shock. Killing Barlowe did not settle well in her mind. She’s not very happy about her signet either”

Liam felt the guilt rise again. She had her first kill trying to protect him, even if Barlowe deserved what he was given. Despite the nickname Xaden had given her, Violet was never one to enjoy violence or act on it if there were other options. He knew she wanted a signet that reflected that.

“Only Violet manifests a rare signet and gets mad about it” Liam mumbled.

“She will be the most powerful rider in this continent, Liam” his brother’s voice was somber “her power is…we all know the legends”

Xaden did not need to fill the blanks for Liam to understand what he meant. Leadership was probably thirsty to sink its teeth on her, use and exhaust her. She was the ultimate weapon for something she had no idea existed. If they were not careful enough…

“She has to know” Liam whispered, but the grip he had on Xaden’s shoulder was firm “She has to know, Xaden, from us”

Xaden looked defeated as he leaned on the wall of the bridge, occasional flashes of lightning pointing the importance of their conversation. Reminding them of who they owed honesty. If they kept the truth from Violet and she found out from leadership or worse, they could lose a strong ally.

“We know Violet enough, brother. She’s every bit fair, but if we keep lying to her this will end up a disaster for all of us”

His brother’s eyes held something Liam never imagined could cross his features, not even after they were all besieged in Caldyr all those years ago. Something his brother never displayed even when he made the deal, or the day he left for his own Conscription.

Xaden was insecure.

“If we want her on our side, fighting for what is right” Liam continued “we need to tell her the truth”

“Until Aetos steals her memories and we’re all fucked?” Xaden’s voice was on the verge of trembling.

“We both know Aetos is not the reason you keep secrets from her” Liam scoffed “You’re scared of her reaction and opinion about you”

Xaden grunted, standing up straight “You’re gonna be late, let’s keep going”

“So you’re going to run from the conversation again? Really, Xaden?”

His brother sent him another glare “Now is not the time. Not here”

It’s never the fucking time with you. It was always like that, Liam told him the ugly truth and Xaden ran away from it until the consequences hit them all. Violet was not an exception. Xaden was clearly falling for her - or had already, in Liam’s opinion - and his brother was scared, insecure, that she would never return it or end up resenting him. It was frustrating to see Xaden make a mistake so simple to solve, that sitting down and talking to her would be the solution to many of their issues. Unfortunately, where Violet valued open communication, Xaden was pathologically against opening up.

“Look” his brother sighed when they reached the quadrant “the last thing I want is to fight with you after all that happened”

Liam crossed his arms “Me almost dying has nothing to do with the fact you’re repeating a mistake”

Xaden groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose “I promise I’ll give your words some thought, just not now. A lot has happened and I am still fucking processing it”

“Alright”

****

Violet’s head of brown and silver was swimming through the sea of students entering the mess hall, going in the opposite direction. He could not see her properly amongst all the other people and quickly changed his route.

“Where are you going?” Rhiannon asked.

“I’ll be right back” he shouted “Save me and Vi a seat!”

Liam moved smoothly through the current of cadets, bumping into a few people and apologizing on the way. Once he finally stepped into the empty halls leading to their rooms, he saw her practically sprinting down the hall “Vi!”

She turned, shock in her eyes for a brief second before her face lightened up and her steps changed course. Despite his better judgment, Liam embraced her tightly, lifting her feet from the ground.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping back and scanning him. Her face was flushed red with exertion and her flight jacket and uniform shirt draped over her forearm, there were squiggly patterns on the skin of her exposed arms.

“I am a rider, you know?” He mocked “I’m supposed to be here”

She rolled her eyes at him “I mean why are you not resting?”

“I’m all healed now”

Her face fell to his side, gaze unfocusing and a shadow of worry crossing her features “Were you mended?”

He lifted his shirt, showing the scar “See? All good”

She shivered at the sight and he quickly dropped the fabric “Hey. I promise I’m good”

Violet nodded, her pale eyes back on his face, but her face was not less somber “How’s the pain? I have tinctures”

“It’s okay” he waved “perks of being this handsome is that the healer was very nice to me”

She chuckled and he soared that his attempt at cheering her up worked.

“Alright, handsome guy, I’ll be with you for breakfast soon. I just have to freshen up” she said with a pointed look “and I don’t need a bodyguard for that”

“Sorry, but I’m back at your service” Liam smiled, making a point to plant his feet on the ground dramatically.

She rolled her eyes and gave him the clothes draped over her arm “hold it for me, then, servant”

He scoffed, watching as she entered their communal bathing chamber. Violet took her sweet time - Liam was about to rush a girl in a bathroom and suffer the wrath - and came back looking considerably less red than before. She took the shirt from his hands and buttoned it again, but did not put her flight jacket on.

“Quite mean of Carr to train you before breakfast” Liam commented, noticing her trembling fingers.

“He gave me some, but I’m fucking starving either way” she grumbled “never thought using a signet could be so…draining”

They resumed their walking back to the mess hall, and Liam felt at peace again with the routine.

“Jesinia missed you today” he commented “ ‘Library duty is not the same without her, no offense Liam’ were her exact words”

Violet smiled “I’m gonna miss her too. I was banned from library duty until I can control it”

“I heard the lightning” Liam chuckled “badass, though you almost sent me into cardiac arrest in the middle of the night”

Violet’s face went unexplainably red and she shook her head vehemently “I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t know you could hear it all the way to the healer’s quadrant”

“It’s okay. You’ll get the hang of it, as usual”

The mess hall was already visible, the noise inside indicating almost every cadet was already in there. Liam took the opportunity to clasp Violet’s shoulder and stop her.

“Jokes aside” he said “thank you. Really, Vi”

She pursed her lips “It’s my fault he targeted you, the least I could do was save you”

“Hey, Barlowe was an asshole. It’s not your fault that he acted the way he did. You rid the world of a cruel person, Vi. He would not stop at hurting me”

“He almost killed you, Liam. If it wasn’t for…” she paused “you were so close to dying”

“But I’m here. Alive” he shrugged “thanks to you and Tairn. I’ll be forever in your debt”

“Saving a friend is not a debt, Liam” Violet argued “You owe me nothing”

“Still not going to stop me from repaying you somehow” though he doubted anything he did would be enough considering the lies he kept.

“You could repay me by requesting a vacation” she deadpanned “no bodyguard for a week, how does that sound?”

“A resounding no”

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