⟢ 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.
In today’s edition of badass women from history, we profile Mali-Hocevar who joined the anti-fascist underground in what is now Slovenia, then under Axis occupation. Like many teenagers drawn into resistance networks, she served as a courier, lookout, and organizer, roles that demanded nerve as much as strength. Capture meant imprisonment, torture, or execution, not just for fighters, but often for their families. Albina was wounded during the war by shrapnel/explosive fragments, which caused permanent damage to one eye and left facial scarring.
Across Yugoslavia, the resistance became one of the largest in occupied Europe, with an estimated 800,000 people involved by the war's end. Women made up roughly 20-25% of its ranks, an unusually high figure for World War II, serving not only as support but as armed combatants and commanders.
Youth participation was common. Teenagers could move more freely, arousing less suspicion, yet they faced the same mortal risks. Many, like Albina, survived only by constant movement and silence.
After the war, survivors were honored in socialist Yugoslavia as symbols of sacrifice and unity, though individual stories often faded outside their regions.
Albina later became a teacher, spending her postwar life educating children-choosing creation over conflict after surviving one of Europe's darkest chapters.
