#❪ ⋅ ◍ 〵 — CUTTING THEM ALL DOWN TO SIZE.┊❛ asks ❜ ❫

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hc + DOCTORS :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

          【 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂 + 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. 】                     @medicus-felini     

     The island Killer was born and raised on bore an extremely high criminal population. Refuge, an island shrouded in misinformation and hidden under the blanket of heavy perpetual storms, was officially unnamed and without government protection. For this reason, it became the topic of rumors spoken in hushed tones in bars from surrounding islands throughout the South Blue. Supposedly, it was a lawless land where criminals could escape the watchful eyes of the World Government and escape the immediate threat of being hunted by the marines. It was said to be a criminal haven; a land so free and prosperous, that no man who sailed to her docks would ever wish to leave.      In reality, very little of this was actually true. Though Refuge was indeed a lawless land and was void of government intervention, it was far from the awe-inspiring and magnificent isle that it was believed to be. It was a desolate island, and those who were unlucky enough to survive being shipwrecked on her shores would find themselves trapped by the carnivorous Sea Kings and tumultuous storms. There was inadequate food to sustain a fraction of the total population, and only those able to trample on anyone weaker than themselves would be able to survive. Refuge was built from scraps and debris; there was no room for benevolence nor generosity when your best chance of success was to take it away from another.

     For these reasons, medical practices on Refuge were few and hard to come by. True professionals in the field were rare, and were often snatched up by independent gang members, kidnapped, and forced to work only for them. Alternatively, many doctors would charge so highly for their time that very few would ever be able to afford to see one. Even so, there was little in terms of modern medicine available on the island to begin with. Most remedies came either from the herbs harvest in Kimor Forest, or were imported at extortionate prices by Lochlan; something only the extremely wealthy could afford. A diagnosis was only helpful to a certain extent, as treatment would not always be available nor attainable for the majority of people. If someone was badly sick already, it was likely they would be too weak to search for the remedy they would need for their ailment anyway.           People began to invade Kimor in search of herbs, which lead to bloodied fights for territory and resources. In the end, this lead to Kimor Forest becoming a restricted area, guarded by the district leaders in order to protect what limited vegetation was able to grow on the island, lest it not be harvested to extinction.

There were many charlatans on the island — people who would lie about their status as a doctor, and sell snake oil to cure serious medical conditions. As a consequence, there was a particular attitude most people of the island felt towards doctors. Generally, they were assumed to either be con artists, or rich bastards who would swindle you of every last possession you owned in order to diagnosis you with a condition that could not be treated.

Being seen by a doctor was either considered a true luxury, or an act of optimistic ignorance. It was something only the truly desperate would seek. If you were sick enough to request their aid, your fate was probably already sealed.

Most people learned how to treat their own injuries and sicknesses, or they simply died from them. The people of Refuge were self sufficient in that regard, attaining just enough medical knowledge to survive each day, or ending up as another body littering the streets.

Killer was no exception to this mentality in his youth. It was how he was raised, and all he had ever known. The concept of there being a world outside of Refuge where doctors would want to aid others solely due to the goodness of their hearts was a fairytale to him. Like many, he simply could not afford to be seen by one even if he wanted to, and he learned the same bitter resentment towards those who were able to help him, but refused to do so without first receiving payment.

After Killer became the district leader of Barlea at age thirteen, he eventually gained access to being seen by Lochlan's personal doctor, yet he was still reluctant to do so. There was a feeling of being exposed that he did not care for. Lochlan would surely be told of any condition he had developed, and Killer did not feel safe having his weaknesses or injuries being known. It felt dangerous; he didn't doubt that this information would later be used against him, so he learned to hide any sickness or injury he could until he recovered on his own.

When Killer eventually left the island and began sailing the seas under the Kid Pirate flag, it still took a while for him to learn to trust fully trust doctors. He would continue to hide his injuries even after they appointed their first doctor, though admittedly, House was a doctor in name only, and his own medical knowledge was no better than anyone else on that ship at the time.

The crew was very aware that they could not enter the New World without a certified doctor. When Linn was finally appointed to take on the role, Killer considered her expertise to be more for the benefit of his nakama, rather than something he should need for himself. He respected her intelligence and her training, but he had trouble shaking off the feeling that she was not going to find a way to blackmail him, as all the previous doctors he had ever known would be inclined to do.

He did learn to trust her, admittedly much more easily than Kid. He now attends check ups with only minor resistance, which mainly stems from him not really enjoying how long they take. When he is sick or injured, he will make an appointment with her when he feels it is necessary, but it's still in his personality to try and tough most things out whenever he can.

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[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc

          【 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. 】                     @chatcambrioleur @medicus-felini @ikkaku-of-heart @cptnslog

          Due to how regularly he has a firm grasp on his Punishers, as well as being an inevitable side effect of the manual labor associated with working on a ship, Killer's palms are usually calloused. He often wears leather gloves, primarily for the added grip strength, but also partially to mitigate this consequence — though that isn't enough to eliminate the effect entirely.

His hands are distinctly broad and square, strong. His fingers are thick; neither notably long and slender, nor particularly short. The bones are prominent under his skin, and his veins are clearly defined.

Just occasionally, his hands do become clammy — particularly when he is wearing his gloves for extended periods of time. Due to how infrequently he touches other people, it's not something anyone would ever really know about.

Despite Killer receiving burn trauma scars across almost all of his left arm, this injury does not extent to the majority of his hand, and instead begins to fade around his wrist, with very little skin being marred on the back of his hand itself.

Killer's arms are naturally incredibly hairy; however, due to the damage inflicted upon his left arm, this is mostly only still noticeable on his right arm, with his left arm now bearing just a thin coating of nearly invisible hairs over his burns. This hairline extends well past his wrists, causing the back of his right hand to be conspicuously covered in blond hair, and his left hand to bear the aforementioned delicate hairs.

His nails are usually cut down as far as possible, and he very rarely bothers to paint them. Having longer nails as well as having paint on them would inconvenience him during cooking, so it isn't something he bothers with unless it's a particularly special event.

As a habit, Killer will instinctively tighten his grip around his Punishers when he's stressed. This instinctual behavior is still present even when his weapons aren't on his person, and he naturally makes a tight fist when he's angry or irritable.

[knifechased]

killer, do you think the straw hat girls are hot? :3

          【 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. 】

      ❝ Yeah.      Most people do. ❞

Was he honestly expected to say otherwise? He's not blind. It doesn't matter if they're rivals or not; he would sound like an idiot if he tried to lie and said no. Even if he beats around the bush and gives some half-assed answer about not getting too close to the enemy, it doesn't change that they're attractive.

[knifechased]

hc + cats :))))

          【 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂 + 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. 】                     @medicus-felini     

     Killer is the kind of person to bond with individuals animals independently rather than having a specific species of animal he immediately connects with. When it comes to any cute and fluffy animal, he tends to be fairly unaffected by them until he has spent enough time with them to form some kind of a lasting connection with them.

There were plenty of stray cats on his home island, but caring for any animal would have been unfair due to the circumstances of his living situation. He was also against the idea of owning an animal as he suspected his enemies would likely target it as a vendetta against him.

Killer can be slightly awkward around animals. He doesn't always seem to know how to interact with them — he tends to look a bit stiff if he attempts to pet them, or he just doesn't touch them much at all. Many animals naturally don't like him due to his mask making them feel nervous, and if that's the case, he won't go out of his way to reassure them or change their mind about him; he'll probably just ignore them.

Due to spending most of his life around Crusher, Killer has a better understanding of canine body language and behavior over feline body language and behavior. This sometimes means he doesn't always know how to read cats, or he tries to apply canine logic to them and is confused when they don't react in the manner he expects. He's fairly ignorant when it comes to what cats are thinking. This can also sometimes be true for Linn as a mink, where she exhibits some common cat body language and he will sometimes be quietly confused by it.

Killer doesn't really get cute things in general. While most people universally experience a huge surge of oxytocin when they see something cute, Killer doesn't really feel this effect very strongly. He likes certain animals because of their natures or actions, but he wouldn't say he likes animals solely because they're generically adorable.

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    ❝ don't worry! she likes your butt and fancy hair! ❞   there is no reason for the straw hat captain to reveal this information. it was completely unprompted. and yet, luffy sits there with his resting smile and wide eyes glued to the quiet, stoic first mate, legs kicking back and forth from his seat atop ship's railing.   ❝ i just know. ❞

          【 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. 】                      @gumpistol , @cptnslog 【 Robin. 】     

     ❝ Did she say that to you? ❞

          There is some clear doubt in his tone; confusion, skepticism, apprehension. This strange little rubber boy appears on the Victoria Punk out of seemingly nowhere, and he not only abruptly starts speaking to Killer of all people, but chooses to inform him of this, out of all the potential things he could say? He went out of his way to board an enemy ship to inform the Kid Pirate's first mate that his own nakama has been secretly checking him out?           …Well, he's certainly not objecting if she actually is, but he's too guarded to immediately accept Luffy's word as gospel. Where was his evidence? If there is such a thing, Killer would like to know about it. He can't help but wonder if this is a trap. Using his pretty archaeologist to make rival pirates feel compelled to trust him, perhaps? This sounded like a ploy to lure him back to their ship and have him on their turf, unsuspecting of danger.

     This is what Killer would be inclined to assume for any other pirate captain who might make such a claim, yet for Straw Hat Luffy, this feels out of place. He sits there, eyes bright and shining, all toothy smiles, swinging his legs freely over the edge of the wooden railings, and it's rather hard to imagine him scheming with his crew.

     Perhaps this is just wishful thinking. Perhaps he just wants to believe him because it's a nice thought if Robin was thinking about him.           If that really is true, then this interaction is strange for an entirely different reason. What does Luffy mean when he says he just knows? How does he just know? Did she say that to him? Is that something she's comfortable with openly declaring to her captain? That she likes her rival's hair and ass?

          This is a weird conversation. He needs more context.

     ❝ …Why did she say that to you? ❞

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     [ Robin ]

     ❝ this soil appears rich in organic matter. it would likely decompose a body rather quickly. ❞ the archaeologist kneels, back turned, to swipe away at some leaf litter covering the dark earth below. after a moment or two, she stands again and turns back to face the man, a hand outstretched and holding a debris covered and ugly looking ( but highly valued ) fungus as an offering.   ❝ there are certain mushrooms that appear on carcasses as well. ❞ 

          【 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. 】                     @cptnslog 【 Robin. 】     

    Both hands come together to carefully cradle the item she's presenting to him, automatically accepting it before he's even identified what it is. At a glance, he almost mistook it for a compressed piece of the very soil she was describing only moments prior. He rolls it within his palms and inspects it more meticulously, before the realization of what he's actually holding abruptly dawns on him.

     ❝ ...Oh!      It's a truffle! ❞

Now understanding the significance of the gift, he mindfully brushes off a few clumps of dirt from its body, and analyzes its quality under the stray dapples of filtering in through the trees.

     ❝ This is a good find!      Are there any more? ❞

The moment he's asked, he's leaning closer to where she first scavenged the fungus. There's an authentic intrigue in his tone; conspicuous unabashed eagerness. Whilst the truffle remains carefully protected in his a curved hand, he squats down to the ground to take a look for himself. If she had been implying signs of a decaying carcass in this area, he seems entirely unconcerned about the suggestion.

     ❝ These are rare, so we should take all of them if there's others. I can make risotto. ❞

The scarcity of this particular type of fungus isn't something she should need to be reminded of, though perhaps the notion of freshly prepared truffle risotto will inspire a surge of motivation to help him find more.

The energy in him has abruptly changed; now more evidently enthusiastic with the prospect of gathering the rare ingredient.      Internally, without any intention to ask her this out loud, he wonders if this exchange is not dissimilar to when someone picks fresh flowers for a pretty girl.           He seems rather pleased with his gift.

[knifechased]

hc + dysmorphia

          【 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂 + 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. 】                     @snowdrcp

     Potentially triggering content below the read more. Tw for child abuse, human trafficking, dysmorphia, and self injury.

          There were numerous simultaneously occurring factors that contributed towards Killer eventually coming to develop facial dysmorphia. It was the combination of all these circumstances, rather than there being one single sole cause, or a single event which triggered his first instance of experiencing it.

     Killer has spent his entire life attempting to conceal his identity as a three-eye-tribe member for his own safety.      After his mother was first discovered by slave traders, she began sailing the ocean in an attempt of escape — this was how she came to become shipwrecked on Killer's home island in the first place. When he was three-years-old, her identity was discovered and they were separated; she was captured and sold at the Human Auction House at Sabaody Archipelago, and he has not seen her since. Killer was then handed to his self-acclaimed "foster father", who intended to raise him to also be an obedient slave and seal him to a fate similar as his mother once he was older, and able to sold for a higher price.

Killer was severely punished for disobedience, and was beaten for any behavior deemed unacceptable by his callous caregiver. This included displaying too much emotion, as it would be unsightly for a slave to be caught smiling, laughing, or crying. Killer would be physically abused if he was caught performing any of these actions, as well as being verbally mocked for them. He was degraded for the sight of his smile and the sound of his laugh even when it wasn't currently present, just to further discourage him from doing either in the future.

When he was thirteen, Killer killed his caregiver. It was around this time that he could recall the earliest instances of struggling to perceive his own face.      From then on, he was subjected into working for the single most powerful gang leader on the island — a ruthless man who ordered Killer to be his pawn, and to commit crimes he was not proud to be involved in. However, he had little choice in the matter. His freedom and escape were dependent on earning that man's trust, and doing as he was instructed was the only way he would have any hope of leaving that hellscape island.

The fear of being discovered for his third eye lead him to want to hide his face. The dread of having his emotions perceived lead him to want to hide his face. The mental turmoil of having taken a life when he was still only child lead him to want to hide his face. The shame of having to work under heartless man and act as if he were loyal to him without once grimacing at the things he said made him want to hide his face.

          The sensation only grew worse with time. Even after leaving his home island and putting that life behind him, the anxiety he felt did not cease.

Killer's facial dysmorphia is not due to a concern of being perceived as unattractive. He is not worried about being seen as ugly, nor does he particularly care about wanting to be handsome.      For Killer, his facial dysmorphia manifests in his inability to recognize that his face is actually his own. There is a disconnect between what he sees in the mirror, and what his brain is able to perceive as being his body. He cannot look at himself and register that he is looking at his own face. It is as if he has skinned someone else's face and now wears it; it feels incorrect, and somehow very distressing to look at. He feels inhuman, like he is only wearing the disguise of a person.

Having his face seen by other people is equally uncomfortable for Killer. Because he cannot perceive his own face, he also cannot imagine what other people are seeing when they look at him. This causes him to feel extremely out of control, as he has no concept of what he is or what he looks like to others.

When Killer is unable to wear his mask for extended periods of time, he cannot stop fixating on how his face feels. His skin is too tight, like it does not fit. This will incite him to keep repeatedly touching his face, and he will sometimes begin obsessively itching and scratching it to try and self sooth.

Very few members of his crew have seen him without his mask. Naturally, this includes Kid, Heat, and Wire. Many of the more recently recruited members have never seen him without it.

Killer's dysmorphia is limited only to his face, and the feeling does not extend to the rest of his body.

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“Dog cage, huh?” She’s curious —-

          【 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃. 】                     @cathiief

      ❝ Whatever it is you're thinking of, I can guarantee it isn't that. ❞ Unless she wants it to be...?

[knifechased]

my boy my homie my man 🛒 - Their last 3 purchases

          【 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊!! 】       « My muse’s data has been compromised! Send a symbol to discover: 🛒 - Their last 3 purchases »                     @waxgentleman

 Extra large dog cage preowned.

Jumbo pack bendy drinking straws (multi color multipack).

Bar Keeper's Friend - Single unit - Large.

          Killer really isn't a fan of having any of his data leaked, but this is probably the least incriminating information to be made public.

Don't ask about the dog cage.  

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🔎 and 🛒

          【 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊!! 】       « My muse’s data has been compromised! Send a symbol to discover: 🔎 - Their last 3 search terms 🛒 - Their last 3 purchases »

 🔎

identify this rat

how to cook a bamboo rat

lean meat stew recipe

 🛒

Multi set rat cage traps

Fresh carrots and sweet potatoes

Hot pot spice and seasoning bundle

      ❝ We recently had a rodent problem. ❞

[knifechased]

Pocky day was over. Almost a week. Still, Linn had a couple of boxes she just couldn't finish alone; hell, why not try to offer the blonde some? The biscuit sticks are conveniently shaped, fitting perfectly in his mask holes. Linn would bet her last bit of fur that Killer must like them at least a bit.

And so she drags herself nervously to the masked one, chocolate-flavored Pocky in hand - these are a classic. Can't be wrong with them. The doctor cleared her throat to get his attention.

❝ Killer? I still have some Pocky. And yes, before you point it out, I am sure Kid would help me eat them. I just think he had more than enough sugar for the next month already. ❞ The last sentence sinks into a whisper. White paws fumble one stick out, holding it in front of his covered face.

❝ I am sure you like them, no? It's chocolate. I also have other flavors, j-just in case you like another type. ❞

                    【 November 11 — Pocky Day. 】           @medicus-felini

          Admittedly, the Mink doctor has caught him at an unfortunate time. He's halfway through moving the band equipment from the stage on the main deck, back down to its usual home in the dedicated music room situated in the lower part of the hull. Nobody had bothered packing anything up after performing last night, which, he supposes, was fairly inevitable; with how much everyone had been drinking, half the crew hadn't even properly made it back to their beds and ended up passing out cold drunk on the wooden floorboards. Tidying up and putting away the instruments had been a chore best saved for when they were sober enough to carry heavy equipment.

Killer is supporting the weight of two amps when she approaches him, one under each arm. The wheels on their cases had mysteriously broken off and shattered recently, and though he has no evidence to prove his theory, he suspects it may have been the doing of a certain infamous duo using them for racing down the hallway again. Carrying the equipment was easier than troubling himself with fixing the busted transporters.

Peering at Linn's paws through the holes in his mask, Killer ceases his footfall, yet his grip on the amps remains. Though she may not have specifically stated that she would feed him, he has, without realizing, misinterpreted her suggestion. Unknowingly, he has taken this as an offer to give him the snack by hand, since he's obviously too busy to do it himself. And since she is correct in her assumption that he's a fan of the biscuit sticks, he's going to accept her invitation.

            ❝ Sure, the original is fine. I like most of them. ❞

He's immediately then leaning down towards the cat Mink, moving his mask to her face as he expects the delivery of the chocolate treat towards the circular coin-sized hole situated just before his lips.

Should she look carefully enough, she should just be able to make out the glint of ice blue eyes through the light filtering in through his helmet; his expression calm, nonchalant, expecting, as if this occurrence were typical for them.

He merely sounds casually conversational when he speaks again.

          ❝ Have you tried Pretz? ❞

[knifechased]

without so much as an utterance of a single verb, she places a spare straw hat squarely upon his head as she strolls past his seat; helmet and all.

@snowdrcp

Despite the fact that he didn't actively attempt to remove it, it doesn't stay on for too long. The additional width of his mask exceeds the dimensions of the inner band, and it only briefly remains perched on his head before sliding off and falling on the floor.

❝ ...Oh. Maybe it's for the best. I don't think Kid would approve if I started sporting your brand. ❞

He bends down to pick it up before handing it back to her.