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` * 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts for your inner doctor. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

🩺 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➺ it's never lupus. but go ahead, order the test and waste everyone's time. ➺ you don't need a medical degree to lie, just a motive and a heart beat. ➺ your symptoms are screaming 'you're lying'. lucky for you, i'm fluent in denial. ➺ you want empathy? see a therapist. i fix bodies, not feelings. ➺ pain is the body's way of reminding you that you're still alive. ➺ if we wait for the ethics committee, this kid is dead. ➺ i'm making the call. ➺ we save lives, but don't forget - every decision has a cost. ➺ that's not just a patient, that's someone's family -- their everything. ➺ i didn't become a doctor to watch people suffer because of red tape. ➺ welcome to the system, where billing codes matter than a human life. ➺ he's bleeding out. ➺ you want clean hands? this isn't the job for you. ➺ he's not unconscious, he's having a partial seizure. ➺ i know what i see, just because i explain it differently doesn't mean i'm wrong. ➺ that's a human life, it matters. ➺ biology doesn't care about your comfort zone. ➺ i'm trying to help you. ➺ where does it hurt? ➺ what brought you in today? ➺ i'm not going to lie to you - this is going to be a fight, but you won't be alone. ➺ you don't have to be brave, this is hard, it's okay to be scared. ➺ technically you aren't dying, but you are being dramatic. ➺ no, doctor google, wrong again. ➺ stop googling your symptoms, it's always going to say cancer. ➺ you're not allergic to anything...except maybe common sense. ➺ if you override my decision again in front of a patient, we're going to have a problem. ➺ this isn't just about skill, it's about trust. ➺ remind me again why i let you assist me? ➺ ten bucks says the new intern faints in under five minutes. ➺ we're not gods. we just play them until the shift ends.

🩹 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ x-ray ] my muse takes yours for an x-ray. [ checkup ] my muse gives yours a routine examination. [ vitals ] my muse checks your muse's vitals. [ chart ] my muse reviews your muse's medical chart in silence. [ diagnosis ] my muse prepares to give yours a difficult diagnosis. [ pressure ] my muse puts pressure on your muse's wound. [ tourniquet ] my muse applies a tourniquet to stop your muse's bleeding. [ cpr ] my muse performs cpr on your muse. [ collapse ] my muse catches yours as they pass out. [ intubate ] my muse intubates yours during a critical moment. [ shock ] my muse uses a defibrillator on your muse. [ scrub in ] my muse scrubs in for surgery. [ assist ] my muse assists in surgery. [ suture ] my muse stitches yours up with shaky hands. [ sit ] my muse sits by your bedside, waiting for them to wake up. [ confession ] my muse confesses something personal while your muse is unconscious. [ argue ] my muse argues with another doctor over your treatment. [ cover-up ] my muse tries to cover up a mistake. [ mystery ] my muse investigates an unexplained illness your muse has. [ fake ] my muse realizes your muse is faking and plays along. [ last words ] my muse hears your muse's final words.

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let’s do something unethical together, just the two of us. for fun.

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A Standing Dissected Man by Jacques-Fabien Gautier d’Agoty

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The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976) dir. Nicolas Roeg

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— Friedrich Nietzsche

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DAVID BOWIE as THOMAS JEROME NEWTON in The Man who fell to Earth (1976), dir. Nicolas Roeg

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RE-ANIMATOR 1985・dir. Stuart Gordon

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(perverse, predatory, manipulative voice) Hello 

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1975 📸: Tom Kelly

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@mercymedic

"Working out of camps and trying to save a stranding of beached starfish one by one is barely any vehicle for progress, Ziegler. Your argument that you are better off out there exercising your free will and energy into such vapid and short-sighted pursuits will certainly bring us into the new era."

To trade the world for a saccharine scene of children's smiles; at the sacrifice of ambition, at the sacrifice of great strides of humanity. A bird born crippled does not know it is crippled.

A pitying sigh expels in a puff from the roof of her mouth, short and shallow, and she slides behind the Good Doctor where her long fingers coil around the handles of Angela's gurney. A press of the heel levers the locking mechanism on the wheels free and she twists the bed for a door.

"You mistake me for somebody who would dedicate their life and work to somebody else's cause so," A sneer twists her expression, "Ardently." She chides, like an adult made disappointed by a child who ought to know better, "Though I suppose this is what you would think, knowing only red tape and none else."

this much is true. angela does suffer. more than she ever thought she would in her life—which is a little surpising because she'd planned for it, of course, the way she plans for everything. committing to be a doctor during wartime is a intentional choice... but maybe it was naive to think that she could prepare for anything about war itself. not as an orphan, but a combat medic on the frontlines. there is nothing - absolutely nothing - even the most vividly creative human mind can make up in it's own imagination to prepare for the kind of horrors that come from it.

and now, as a prisoner in the lab of a terrorist organization, all she can do is try to prepare for what kind of torture awaits her here. suffering with or without participation is precisely how all of this works.

"if you truly believed that, you would let me go," angela says, and she's considering outright asking her to, wonders if that's desperation or logic and finds that there's a fuzziness creeping in her brain from the amount of stress and the adrenaline beginning to wear out.

"keeping me here when there are so many people who need help is a waste. but you have surrendered your intellectual prowess for talon, like some guinea pig. you are hindering my scientific work for terrorists who do not care about the advancement of science, only their own personal benefit of it. they will turn on you, moira."

the way you turned on me.

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Oxton's accelerator sputters in arrhythmia, engineering cracked open to a primitive death knell clinging desperately to its last legs. At first glance, it is the Biggest and Loudest concern in the room, and any good-willing operator would fling themselves hastily to it like a moth to a flame. But Moira O'Deorain also knows Lena Oxton flits around with any twist of words to avoid deeper examinations, the company of white lab coats and pen and paper clipboards.

Moira hums idly and presses through the threshold, 195.58 centimeters swallowing up the doorway and seemingly any notions of escape. Footsteps glide across white tile vinyl, percussion beat muted by one very Vocal prosthetic wear. She taps a nail against its crumpled surface. Once, Twice. Drags the keratin along the aerondynamic sculpt that still remains of its shell. And then she lifts a fingerpad to hover beneath Oxton's chin, torso folded forward in a mimicry of a bow.

"Your accelerator will be dealt with accordingly, Oxton, but there are still other unseen injuries to test for." She rises, lingers a fingernail between the brunette's brows, "From what I observed of your fight, you obtained a few concussive blows. Your recall has its limitations, and I'd like to see if any neuological injuries persisted through any of them."

Her spine straightens to the full of her height. "Come, now, Oxton, a smile or an MRI," Her lips peel thinly, "The choice is your's."

@metamorphiisis asked:

"Although you may not feel like it, I need you to smile." //@metamorphiisis

"Smile at what, exactly?" Typical happy-go-lucky mask splintered into pieces, eyes hard and angry and scared as she stared at the researcher from her place in bed. This was not a place of safety, this was not a place of warmth. Hospitals rarely were, but the thrill of scientific experiment weighed heavier than the hope of healing. Lena found herself wishing for the comforting presence of Winston over the haunting figure cut in the antiseptic light.

Blue staccatoed from her chest, flickering out between shatter carbon fiber blend. Hum of whirling discs and overheated batteries could be overheard from the splits, necessitating a more severe bandage than she herself could provide. Winston would return in a week from a seminar about dangers of temporal interference and Angela would be gone for the next two weeks on a support mission to rebuilding areas damaged by omnic strikes. Moira was her only hope for support.

Lena regretted her decision already.

"Only the accelerator. That's all. Put whatever duct tape I need to stay in this timeline, and that's it. No taking blood or anything else." Lena prayed her gaze did not waver as she stared the doctor down, the rabbit-thump of her heartbeat loud in her ears.

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#little guy of all time BRIDE OF RE-ANIMATOR 1990・dir. Brian Yuzna

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"Do you revel in being uncanny or...?"

"Why," Amusement stitched in the hinges of her smile, Moira looms. "Do you find me unnerving, Oxton?"

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blood in resin

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Gloves, Méret Oppenheim, 1985