#eye squick

[insulindian-phasmid]

Vincent.

fig. a. Subject’s alter-ego “Hellmasker” sans mask.

fig. bi. Close-up of subject’s “demon eye.”

fig. bii. Demon eye when removed from socket.

fig. c. Amputation of subject’s lower left arm by lab assistant. Note necrosis and generation of Musca domestica from the tissue.

fig. d. Reattachment of head and neck to the torso of “Death Gigas.” Creature’s tongue and vocal cords removed for the comfort of the surgical team. Regeneration of vocal cords observed the following morning.

fig. e. Dental examination of alter-ego “Galian Beast.”

fig. f. Subject’s heart post-protomateria installation.

fig. g. Subject’s right hand transforming into Chaos. As the extremities metamorphose, thin tubes of dead flesh wriggle over the bones in the manner of roundworms.

[miniaturemanic]

Colete Martin

[cleolinda]

Content note: discussion of injury! Nothing gory, nothing broken, no blood.

Bless my nephew’s baby heart—he is six and also an MCU fan, so when my sister spent the last week prepping him for how gnarly my face looks, he thought “Aunt [Cleo] has a black eye” meant I had LOST AN EYE, Thor-style. Honestly, anything would be pretty chill compared to that.

We have small family dinners where my sister’s crew comes over on Sundays, so he hadn’t seen me in a week. And I fell down the deck steps last Monday (a week ago today). In the middle of dinner, long after we had discussed all of this, he turns to me and cheerfully says, “You look terrible, [Cleo]. I love you.” He has multiple special needs, including very hyper ADHD, but he is also the sweetest little super-empathetic boy. “I hope you feel better soon,” he told me when I hugged him goodbye.

I still look like roadkill. Most of the swelling on my face has gone down, but my cheekbone is a hard lumpy knot to the touch. My cheek is chartreuse; there’s some mulberry bruising around my eye—

—and most of the bruising, in the weird way of bruising, “drained” all the way down to my jaw. I didn’t do shit to my jaw but it looks the most horrible. Just, like, indigo. Still got a cut over my lip. And yet, I’d still sally out to LensCrafters for new glasses, except that my cheek is too swollen to try on frames. So, another week of blurry squinting. Yay.

I will not detail how fucked up my left leg is. Just believe that it is. The right leg looks bad but it doesn’t hurt. My right arm is a little gnarly but it’s coming along well. Arnica gel has helped the bruising disperse, although you can also use diluted vinegar to break it up.

I didn’t hit my nose per se (hashtag blessed), but my sense of smell is, let’s say, compromised, between the dregs of a head cold and the bruising. So I HAVE new perfume samples, but I’m not sure any impressions of them would be accurate right now.

I was looking over my old Dracula tweet threads, but it’s a bit hard with the squinting. Significant amounts of reading are right out until I get new glasses, which may be this weekend.

Typing isn’t too bad (as you see), particularly on my phone, which I can peer more closely at. Bottom line, this fucking sucks, but we persevere.

[sparklebits]

Alexander McQueen || Spring 2023

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Chloe Chen

[miniaturemanic]

Can’t believe episode 142 showed up and demanded I glue eyeballs to the Beholding sigil. Not sure what utility summoning Elias into your home would have but with the help of scavenged electrical wire truly anything is possible.  

[miniaturemanic]

Anyway they are friends

[earhartsease]

sudden flashback to when I was having my second cataract op done and in the middle of the intense silence (with some pop song playing in the background) the surgeon murmured "banana" and a colleague handed her something and I exercised incredible restrain in not giggling while someone was poking around in my eye

to this day I still have no idea what tool she'd asked for - I've asked other eye surgeons and they all deny knowledge and now I'm wondering if it's some inside joke