#medicus-felini

[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.

[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

[goddslayerr]

❝ Fur counts as body hair, yes? ❞

bingo meme ; accepting!

"Fur absolutely counts as body hair!" They playfully stick out their tongue. "Tails make for a very cute bonus too."

[blueseaprincessa]

Linn lowers her head out of respect for Vivi. A small, shy smile dances on her lips. The cat mink holds out a bag to the blue-haired lady, the contents ranging from skin cream and other beauty products to hydration pills.

❝ Princess Vivi, I can't believe I have the honor. I'm not sure if all this is really necessary; your skin looks flawless. To keep it that way, I thought I'd add some sunscreen. Just to be on the safe side...❞ She wasn't sure if Vivi was so well accustomed to the climate that she didn't need something like that. The young woman looked healthy from top to bottom. A very pleasant sight.

❝ If you require anything else, anything at all, I am one hundred percent sure that I can help you. I promise. ❞

Vivi laughed a little at the mink remark. Sure, it could be an honor for someone, but the woman had a rule that she treated everyone very equally. And the title is just something extra for her. What matters most is what kind of person you are.

"You can be at ease when you talk to me! I promise you that. I appreciate that you are here and want to give me advice. Sunscreen always comes in handy! Because even when I've lived here since my youngest years there are still days that my skin burns."

Yeah, such days can be counted on the fingers of one hand for a year. However, they do exist and they are a threat. The princess grabbed the mink cat gently by the arm.

"Thank you for your care, I will definitely see you back for additional protection."

[enjomo-arch]

(  unprompted  :  linn )    //    ♠   @medicus-felini

❝ Ace, Ace, Ace...❞ A finger taps the corner of her mouth repetitively, deep in thought. She stares at a journal, some notes she seems to have already made. Some are crossed out, underlined, erased. ❝ Maybe I'm wrong, but... it could be that your healthy appetite is not necessarily normal, ❞ she mumbles to herself. Linn was almost sure he had hyperthyroidism; Ace shows some symptoms of it. ❝There is no need to rush everything. I'd have to check your blood first to be really sure. Other than that, you seem healthy. ❞ The doctor offers the young man a genuine smile, one hand pushing a glass full of chocolate chili lollipops in his direction. ❝ Go ahead and take one. Somehow, these won't run low. ❞

❝  eh  ?    's  it  ?    ❞  he  couldn't  say  he  was  shocked  at  such  news.  although  how  long  she  thought  about  the  answer  somewhat  stirred  the  already  present  insecurities  deep  down  within  him.  ace  didn't  look  that  much  bothered.  his  appetite  came  from  fighting  for  food  when  he  had  to  push  his  way  through  groups  of  hungry  bandits  to  at  least  get  a  piece  of  meat.  he  never  thought  if  it  was  an  illness  or  some  symptoms.  he  always  felt  quite  healthy  so  from  one  side  he  couldn't  really  believe  in  it  but  from  the  other,  insecurity  started  rapidly  rising  about  it.  his  body  leaned  against  the  office's  desk,  a  hand  idly  supporting  the  fire  fist's  cheek  as  he  placed  his  arm  on  top  of  the  wooden  surface.  ❝  i  just  eat  a  lot  i  guess.  i  was  kinda  always  hungry.  ❞  he  says  as  to  brush  it  off.  all  until  the  mention  of  his  blood  samples  came  to  play.  

ace  bolted  up  in  his  seat,  no  way  he  would  let  anyone  test  his  blood.  only  marco  could  be  trusted  enough  to  not  link  his  genetics  to  anyone  else.  she  didn't  look  stupid  too,  it'd  be  a  matter  of  time  when  his  bad  blood  would  match  other  doctor's  results,  and  that  on  and  on  until  all  the  truth  written  in  the  chapter  of  his  life,  stained  by  ink,  torn  from  the  inside  could  come  out.  he  tensed  up  suddenly,  features  going  pale  for  a  split  second  before  eyebrows  knitted,  dropped  with  an  awkward  smile  blooming  over  his  features. 

❝  my  b-blood  ?  no  need.  i  had  my  juice  tested,  really.  when  i  got  bitten  by  a  buncha'  cobras.  ❞  he  wanted  to  make  it  seem  like  a  joke,  but  unfortunately  it  was  a  bad  one.  you  should  have  not  tried  to  steal  snake  eggs,  ace. ❝  a-anyway  thanks  for  the  visit.  i'm  perfectly  healt  -  ...  chocolate  lolipops  ?  ❞  suddenly  his  pallor  passed  with  a  blink  of  an  eye.  sweet  tooth  he  was  and  without  much  thinking  he'd  grab  a  handful  of  the  sweets,  stuffing  his  mouth  full  until  a  group  of  sticks  peeked  from  between  his  lips.  ❝  fank  ...  yu  !!!  ❞  he  mumbled  out  with  a  mouth  full.

[belovedcorvid]

Gives him a pack of these bad boys for his birthday. ♥

❣︎ | Unprompted :: Happy Birthday, Corazón ! |

Opening the box draws first a cough, then a good natured bark of cackling laughter from the former Corazón. Oh, these were perfect. A part of him wondered if this was Law's idea, as he'd been trying to get him to quit since he was still small, and has used just about every method he could think of - including showing him his own lungs and what he had done to them. This is a much gentler approach, and he appreciated such a kind gesture; to know someone wanted you to get better - both people incredibly close to you and even someone you didn't even know exceptionally well yet - made you want to try. The habit was a very old, very familiar crutch to lean on, one he was secretly kind of afraid to part with, but maybe . . .

The sudden laughter actually made him drop his real cigarette, which he promptly smudged out with his boot before turning back to her with a smile. " Hah! Thanks, Doc, " he popped a piece of gum in his mouth immediately, " I think everybody aboard the Tang will probably appreciate how much safer these are while submerged. "

[diabelskoga]

// The boobs one killed me hgdshakjkads

ARE YOU SANJI'S TYPE?

❝ DING, DING, DING. WE HAVE A WINNER. YOUR PRIZE? MY LOVE FOR YOU. ❞

[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.

[beithirs]

@waxgentleman @medicus-felini

[chopperpirate]

@medicus-felini

Chopper giggled at her purring, finding the sound amusing. It reminded him of his sister Carrot. The reindeer held a gift-wrapped box out to her, which contained a red hat with white text reading 'Chopper's Christmas Friend.'

"I didn't forget about you~!"

[quietuus]

【 ❦︎ 】 | 【 continued. 】 @medicus-felini

The rebuttal is followed by him leaning back against the edge of the desk behind him, his inked hands coming into view as he presses bare palms flat against the jutted lip of the mahogany. It's casual, indicating that she needn't suspect him of further chastising her. Her response is unsurprisingly defensive, but he doesn't speak with the intention of verbal assault. Such practices he would reserve for her Captain; her loyalty to Eustass Kid, as unfathomable as it may be to the surgeon, does not inspire a longing to subject her to prolonged ridicule.

❝ You're missing the point. Classicism doesn't come into it. To put it flatly, you're straining yourself on a crew that continually undermines your expertise. Ignoring your advice, avoiding your assistance in favor of their pride... It's condescending. They rely on you for survival, and yet treat your work as a doctor like it's an inconvenience. Don't undersell your necessity to your crew's success. To be constantly in the presence of people who don't give you the respect you deserve... I do pity you. Even if they value you for your character, don't let them belittle you by disregarding your competence. ❞

His words could hardly be misconstrued as a veiled compliment. It was more reasonable to read it as a suggestion as someone in the same field of work — though, to her credit, if he didn't recognize her skill, he likely wouldn't have bothered saying anything.

She would have been more appreciated on his crew.

He was partial to cats.

[goddslayerr]

Strange . . .

Somehow, a box has found its way onto the bed, papers in grey and golden hues wrap around the present. A small letter sneakily attached to it.

It reads:

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❛ Dear Ashton.

Knowing you won't slow down this next year, I feel like trying to speak sense into you seems worthless. Whatever your plans might be, I hope you will be careful and act responsibly. If you somehow find yourself in a spot where you would need a helping set of paws or just an ear that listens to you, you know where to find me. Most of the time.

This box holds a little gift, it is not much, but maybe you will treasure it. I cleaned and preserved a cat's tooth. You could very much wear it as a charm, a necklace, or whatever fits your purpose best. I might remember you saying you . . . like to bite, yes   ?   Funnily enough, I thought about you when working on the cat. Take care :)

Have a safe and healthy new year.

Sincerely

Linn 🐾 ❜

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If it was done intentionally, the neatly-wrapped box certainly did its job of surprising Ashton. They hadn't requested anything for delivery recently, and they were sure that they had banned the captain from the delivery service as well (seriously, Karter, we don't need any more useless junk just sitting around and taking up space on the raft!).

But upon further inspection, this box seemed more hand-crafted, more thoughtfully decorated. Purposeful.

…and there seemed to be a letter attached as well!

They took the time to cut open the envelope and carefully fold open the letter, careful not to crinkle the paper as they read. A smile replaced the quizzical expression they held before as they realized the culprit behind the surprise gift, and it only widened slightly when the name at the bottom confirmed their suspicions.

Oh, that sweet little mink really knew how to win them over! They'd have to pay back the favor.

The letter was set aside in favor of the present. The coloring choice for the wrapping paper definitely had a Linn-like touch to it, now that they knew who had sent it.

Flexing a claw of their own, Ashton carefully tore open the paper, fixing their eyes on the box once it had been shed of its covering, then opened it.

A cat's tooth, eh? It was endearing how such a small thing reminded her of them. They picked it up, examining it. Sharp, pointy. It was perfect.

A necklace sounded like a good idea. All they needed now was some string.

And maybe a box and some wrapping paper of their own. They had a score to settle with a certain feline, after all.

[a-musing-mixologist]

@medicus-felini asked:

“Your scars are like a roadmap.”

Scars || Accepting

"Suppose they are." He raised his right arm, dexterous fingers flexing. A roadmap detailing every bad decision he'd ever made, some might say. That's not how he saw it, though. "There's hardened pirate veterans with less damaged hides. And plenty of people who end up dyin' without getting a single one. Pathetic."

"These just scream out that I lived. They're a roadmap to lead me back to those I owe payback. A hundredfold."

[theallblue]

🎶

Munday Meme |still accepting|

🎶 - share a song you think the asker would enjoy

My music tastes goes all over the place lol so it would be difficult for me to pick just one, but I think you might enjoy this one. This is one of my favorite Flyleaf songs, I never get tired of listening to it.

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