#felinie

[gattogrigiobjd]

#Long Time Ago by Nadine Via Flickr: ALM Doll Blueerry and Eve Dolls Kitten #782

[felinefractious]

Jenny Grandi Felini

🐱 Devon Rex

📸 Ирина Беспалова

🎨 Black Tortoiseshell Bicolor

[whiskersonkittens65]

THEO por Fabrizio Buoso

[ferromagnetiic]

❝ I will not bug you for an appointment for one month if I can be your Valentine. ❞

[Rolls Persuation]

          【 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘. 】                     @medicus-felini       

     ❝ Not like I was gonna go even if ya did bug me with it. ❞           With how effectively he had managed to evade her appointments up until now, that didn't really mean a whole lot to him.

     ❝ Don't ya want yer man to be yer Valentine's day partner?      Ya only get one; ya know that, right?      I'm not askin' to get involved in yer weird couple's play sessions. ❞

[knifechased]

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.

[der-papero]

'Sta stronza viene solo quando è ora de magna'.

Del resto, si vede che apprezza il locale stellato, visto che è cliente abituale.

[code01746]

Happy birthday, Corazon ! Linn got him some nicotine gum :3c

Don't eat them all at once ~ (no please, honestly don't-)

Corazon Birthday Shenanigans

��　　❝ appreciated! ❞

how did that saying go? the best time to do something was yesterday, but the second best time is right now? so, it seemed like as good a time as any to work on quitting for good. since minion island, rosinante's lungs ー in addition to the rest of him ー hadn't been in the best shape; so, it was for the best. not to mention how happy law would be if he actually stuck to quitting this time.

rosinante, wanting to show his immediate appreciation for the gift rather than just dismissively sliding it into his pocket, took out a piece and popped it into his mouth. the immediate, warm buzz of the nicotine.

　　　❝ understood, doc. though, law might scalpel it out of my stomach if i tried, so i wouldn't worry. ❞

[victorianrob]

Cat 🐈🐈‍⬛🐱

[mingos]

❝ With all great respect, I hope every SMILE-factory there is will burn down under mysterious circumstances. ❞      She is holding a bitter grudge  &  is quite vocal about expressing so.

　❝ if that happens, i'll just do what i did when the auction house business collapsed: move onto to something else! i'm thinking bitcoin & nfts. ❞

[spettriedemoni]

Tatuaggi

Parlando di tatuaggi con una persona a me cara, alla domanda “che tatuaggio ti faresti?” Ho risposto “una tigre”.

È il mio totem, diciamo, un animale elegante, spietato e feroce senza sensi di colpa. E poi i disegni sul suo viso e sul suo corpo sono meravigliosi. “Fearful symmetry” la definiva William Blake nella celebre poesia “The Tyger”.

Ma la tatuerei dietro la schiena, sicuramente.

C’è stato un tempo in cui l’animale che più esprimeva l’idea di forza è stato il leone solo che poi, grazie a Quark e Piero Angela, ho scoperto che i l’Eni maschi sono dei pigroni che non fanno un granché dalla mattina alla sera a parte mangiare e scopare con le femmine del branco. Al massimo tocca loro litigare con un altro leone che vuole essere il capo branco e se perdono l’altro leone si divora i cuccioli in modo che le femmine tornino in calore e il branco sua pulito dal DNA del leone perdente. E a caccia ci vanno le femmine. Insomma, non esattamente un animale che esprime l’idea di forza, un pelandrone come ogni te è nobile che si rispetti.

No, molto meglio la tigre. Decisamente. Sarà merito del cartone animato “L’Uomo Tigre” ma la preferisco come simbolo di forza.

E poi pure Tigro di Winnie the Pooh è un animale più dinamico e gioioso di tutti, per dire.

E voi? Cosa vi fareste tatuare?

[ravarui]

@medicus-felini liked this for a small starter

Covengate Cay was an island known for it's criminal activity. A hotspot for all kinds of people who tried to avoid the law for various reasons. It was also one of the few islands that was neither under control of the government, nor did it belong to a territory of an emperor like him. They had docked here, because his ship needed some repairs, the Red Force had taken more damage during the last volatile storm than they had first anticipated.

Shanks sighed as he made his way through the crowd, most of them avoiding him on instinct, his haki creating an invisible aura around him that left most with an uneasy feeling as he passed, even if they wouldn't be able to pinpoint why exactly. He hated having to resort to such measures, but it was at least a good way to deter any thief who might think him an easy target.

Used to people avoiding him, he didn't pay that much attention to where he was going, until suddenly someone walked into him. He heard several things falling to the ground, and while he had only staggered back a bit, the other person didn't seemed to have that much luck. He looked at the young woman on the ground, surrounded by various things that were probably bought on a shopping spree. Was she a mink? She looked like one at least.

"Apologies Miss. I wasn't watching where I was going." He really wasn't. "Are you alright?" He offered her his hand, helping her getting up was the least he could do. He may be a pirate, but he still had some manners.

[enjomo-arch]

❝  thanks  doc  for  the  visit.  ❞  @medicus-felini

[felinefractious]

Jenny Grandi Felini

🐱 Devon Rex

📸 Ирина Беспалова

🎨 Black Tortoiseshell Bicolor

[ferromagnetiic]

【 ⚙ 】 @medicus-felini @flambace

You two little shits better be thanking your lucky stars he managed to assemble an outfit in time after all his clothes got mutilated and cremated.

[xcalibxr]

Drake observed the female Mink for a moment, his Lizard brain and nose telling him that this woman, this Cat Mink, was potential prey and yet, this was neither the time nor the place to let his instincts run wild.

What’s more was that she had already lowered her head the moment he’d gazed upon her which meant she was either shy or fearful, and most times, fear was usually the likely outcome that led to other things such as anger.

Sharp, blue grey eyes lingered for a moment longer before his gaze flickered upwards briefly before returning to her bowed head.

“It’s curious that your tone changed mid-sentence, almost confusing really,” Drake replied after another moment passed. “I think you already know the answer to that, but my question is this: do you need me from something, Miss?”

[quietuus]

@medicus-felini