a few doors down from me my neighbors have a squirrel bar nailed to the tree in front of the sidewalk, not exactly this but something like this:
it's been there for years and they never "stock" it so it's just sitting there. anyway, i thought it would be cute to make a little squirrel out of sculpey and leave it on one of the stools in the middle of the night. i also made a little sculpey beer bottle with its own label.
it lasted exactly one day and now it is gone. it didn't fall off, i stuck it on with tape. what do you think happened to it? your most fantastical and wrong answers only, please
DANNYMAY DAY 04: Eyes
Day 03 • Day 05
⟢ I love drawing eyes—their silence is louder than any scream. They don’t just look at you—they look through you, peeling back the layers you thought were hidden. Eyes are traitors to the soul, holding secrets no mouth could ever speak. They’re the one part of the body that never lies. (More under the cut)
Genre: Angst / Hurt / No Comfort • TW/CW: Graphic Content (Implied) — Trauma — Emotional Distress • Scarred For Half A Life (phic), my head canon • AU — OOC
Before the fall
His eyes used to be soft. “Ocean blue,” Jazz once said—like he had the whole world in front of him. Danny smiled more back then. He didn’t know what it meant to be—to be afraid of your own reflection. He didn’t know what it meant to be… to be haunted by yourself.
The moment it all changed
Then he died. Sort of. The portal lit up and swallowed him in stars. Pain, light, nothing. When he opened his eyes again, they weren’t his anymore. Something burned into the surface—a crackling, glowing scar. A warning etched into the iris. He stepped out different. He even thinks… part of him stayed inside.
After the nightmare
They broke him. Piece by fragile piece. Cut, shocked, bled, questioned. Loved, maybe. Hated, definitely. His eyes stopped crying long before his voice did. He forgot what warmth looked like. Sometimes he stared into a mirror just to see if he was still there. Sometimes… he wasn’t.
The return
He’s back. Not hole. Not healed. But he has power again. And rage. And scars no one can see. His eyes don’t plead anymore. They don’t hope. They hunt. “You took everything from me. So I’ll take something back.” And you’ll know it when he looks at you.
⟢ The second pair of eyes, someone had shared it—and I thought it was so freaking cool! Tragic, but awesome! Being zapped by 14.000 volts of electricity. The effect was two star-shaped electrical burns into his eyes. That’s just… so Danny coded!
⟢ For those still questioning the scarring on the left side of his face and the damage to his left eye—it’s a Lichtenberg scar, the result of sustained high-voltage electrocution during forced compliance in experimental procedures. Specifically, it formed when he refused to obey during one of their more aggressive sessions. The current surged through him, burning its dendritic mark into his skin. But the damage ran deeper. The shock ruptured the inner structures of his eye—tearing apart the iris and pupil from within, possibly detaching the retina. The result—permanent trauma-induced blindness in that eye. Almost blind. It’s even more tragic than it sounds.
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