#doctor eyepatch

[losercxre]

Thinking about this scene again...... japanese dub cuz WHEEW EYEPATCH UOHH

[inkfissh]

Tinted skin

[yatgb]

Filled out @emo-hermit 's internsona template!!!!!! Dr Seeya will see ya soon :D

[weheartstims]

Evil Doctor Tangno (Moonlight SMP) with various suitable stims!

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[note-boom]

Well. For no reason I'm jumping on the half-blind Dazai theories and offering the suggestion that he had amblyopia (lazy eye).

But instead of using a medical eyepatch like a normal person, he went with his bandage aesthetic like the drama queen he is.

[xoxoemynn]

sometimes wonder if pirates wore eyepatches because they suffered from really bad headaches and having that pressure over one eye just felt really fucking good.

[br1ghtestlight]

convincing myself to wear my eyepatch by telling myself that it makes me look like calvin fischoeder

[cherry-shipping]

BTW during my nightly nap i had a dream abt horrortale sans...... it was sorta all over the place cause i fell asleep watching youtube so it affected the course of my dream a lot but i think it was something along the lines of him working someplace on the surface and saw me from afar semi-regularly and was like. really weirdly fixated on me. but he was totally nuts about it too like hed follow me around with the sole intention of trying to figure out WHY he was fixated on me and what id done to make it that way. like. obviously there was something mega suspicious about me since he couldnt get me out of his head and also he thought i was the one stalking HIM because i kept showing up in places he went to. like i remember he had some special quiet place near his work where hed go to watch a nearby lake and calm down (super cute) and it was way behind some bushes and shit so it was like a secret for him. but then he went there one day and i was there napping in the grass and he was like ok what the fuck. anyway all in all it was a good dream and i think thats sort of what hed be like, even just regular sans is like that too. also my appearance in this dream was that of my self insert which was neat and also there was a part where he was watching me in secret and i was stressed out and he saw me take my eyepatch off and stab myself in the fucking eye over and over again and he was like. woah Thats just like when i pick my broken eyesocket....... and it was like a whole thing. lmfao

[mintmatcha]

you have made me have baby fever like never before. i cant afford this rn, pls stop this madness.

i haven't even talked about my faves yet either just you wait

[rayvven]

i love my sunglasses so much. blackout curtains for my eyes. i am turning down your brightness

[lozershipz]

The "I like this character" to "I kin this character" to "I ship this character with this character" to "... I think they should be shipped with me, actually" Pipeline

[mesaryth]

my eye hurts so much it's in my teeth

[waffowo]

The 12th Doctor’s greatest power is that he does some of the weirdest shit and no one bats an eye in-universe and in the general audience. Like no one ever acknowledges how absurd he actually is.

Like is no one addressing how in the Zygon Invasion, he tried calling Clara a 127 times. A 127 TIMES. And keep in mind, Clara not once picked up her phone so she must have notifications off. So this leads to the next question, does this mean that he does this shit so often THAT THEY JUST ROLL WITH IT? She doesn’t even question why he’s been calling so many times no, she’s asking why he’s calling himself “Doctor Disco” like ok?

In both The Robots Of Sherwood and The Magician’s Apprentice/The Witch’s Familiar, he just has…random shit in his pockets. Like why does this man just have a spoon ready to go? Even more concerning is how casually he pulls out a teacup, makes himself tea, and just tells the Daleks not to question him. Like NO I CANT JUST UNSEE IT?

In the EU there’s a fucking comic where he just materialises in Clara’s bathroom while SHES IN THE BATH DRESSED WITH AN EYEPATCH. Barely bats an eye that shes naked and he’s intruding, and fucking starts talking about the success of his mission. And then when she asks him to wait, he fucking pulls out a plastic fish, tells her it saved his life and when she’s like “ITS A PLASTIC FISH…?” He actually goes, “Well nobody’s perfect.”

[yourplayersaidwhat]

(*While preparing for an away mission to a pre-industrial society*)

Engineer: "What about my..." (*gestures vaguely to her cybernetic eye*)

First officer: "That's why we're going to need prosthetics. Doctor Grixx?"

Doctor: "I was afraid you'd say that."

Engineer: "If it's pre-industrial, couldn't you just give me an eyepatch? I promise I won't talk like a pirate. ...Much"

Doctor: "You know, when you say it like that..."

First Officer: "Kelly, no talking like a pirate."

Engineer: "...Is that an order?"

[otaku553]

Thinking very hard about an AU idea of mine. Reluctant king Sabo AU!

In which Sabo isn’t saved by Dragon, but survives long enough to drift ashore and be saved by the doctors of Goa Kingdom, who do so only to ransom his medical bills from Sabo’s parents. Sabo’s parents take him back, thinking that his amnesia makes him a clean slate, but Sabo, young and stubborn and unsure of his entire identity, knows that everything is wrong and runs again, and again, and again.

Until at some point, he meets the Revolutionaries, and realizes that he can be useful to them, provide them information, make something good of an inescapable situation. From then on, he starts acting the noble that he was born as, in order to be a more useful informant to the Revolutionaries, until sunk cost fallacy hits and he believes that being a noble is the only way that he can be useful to the Revolutionaries. So at that point, why not take it all the way?

At 17, Sabo becomes one of Princess Sarie’s suitors, and at 17, he has doubts about using the princess for his own goals. Sarie is a romantic, and she wants a dramatic fairy tale of a romance, and she was already charmed, but the moment Sabo opens up to her about not wanting to use her to get to the throne, having lofty ambitions of helping the people (just not the people she thinks he’s talking about), Sabo becomes the one she simply must marry, because surely if she tries hard enough, she can make him love her back.

Soon after, the king and his son die. Sarie’s father and brother die. And while Sabo conveniently ascends to the throne, he also swiftly implicates his father, Outlook, in the assassination of all heirs to the throne, resulting in Outlook’s arrest and subsequent execution. And thus, at 18, Sabo becomes king, and begins to gradually institute great changes to Goa Kingdom.

Design-wise, Sabo wears an eyepatch because his damaged eye is considered a grotesque sight by nobles’ standards. Under the eyepatch, he wears heavy makeup to hide the burn scar. These are both at the behest of his birth parents, who spin a story about Sabo having been born half blind to hide the fact that Sabo had been shot by a Celestial Dragon and save face. To those who have seen his scar, they fabricate a second secret story that he was unfortunately kidnapped as a child. Sabo never does find out, until he regains his memories, where the burn scar is actually from.

[pucksandpower]

can you do some Carlos sainz in honour of home gp?! first meeting or a surfer girl type reader?! 🥹🙏

Spice Up Your Life | CS55

Summary: Carlos Sainz is called “Chilli” for a reason and it’s not the one you might expect

Warnings: minor medical intervention but this is fluff galore

The lingering scent of antiseptic fills the air as you recline in the worn leather chair surrounded by stacks of patient files in your brightly lit office. The soothing hum of the air conditioner is interrupted by the creaking sound of the door as it swings open. Your eyes widen in surprise as you see a familiar face in the doorway — none other than Carlos Sainz. He stands there, blinking rapidly as a pained expression clouds his teary eyes.

You quickly compose yourself and greet him warmly. “Now this is a surprise though I’m sure you would rather be anywhere else. How can I assist you today?”

Carlos winces with his hand covering one eye. "I managed to get myself into a bit of a spicy situation here. A chili pepper decided to show me who’s boss during a team cooking challenge and now it’s really stinging.”

You chuckle softly, finding the irony quite amusing. “It seems you've taken the concept of spicing up your life a little too literally. But fear not, I happen to be the resident expert in pepper related emergencies.”

As Carlos takes a seat on the examination table, you approach him with a gentle smile and reach for your medical equipment. “Just close your eyes and trust me. I am about to put on a magical show of doctorly power to recover your vision.”

He smirks, playing along with your theatrics. “I always knew being a race car driver required a little blind faith but I never imagined it would extend to a physician’s office.”

You raise an eyebrow, feigning indignation. “Oh please. I may not be behind the wheel of a Ferrari but I assure you that my skills are just as impressive in their own way.”

With utmost care, you grasp a sterilized cotton swab and gently dab the corner of Carlos’ eye. He winces slightly but keeps his eyes closed, following your instructions.

“And now for the most crucial part of this operation,” you declare dramatically. “I’m going to need you to hold still, Carlos. This may sting a little.”

Carlos laughs softly. “I’ve driven through crazy hairpin turns at breakneck speeds, I think I can handle a little sting.”

You dip a cotton pad into a soothing saline solution and gently bring it closer to his eye. With a deft touch, you carefully clean away the remnants of chili pepper oil.

Carlos slowly opens his eyes as you finish, blinking a few times to adjust to the newfound clarity and lack of pain. A smile of relief spreads across his face as he continues joking. “You’ve truly worked your magic. My vision is back and the monstrous chili pepper has been slain.”

You bow with a flourish of your hand. “It was merely a touch of medical wizardry combined with a dash of charm. You’re not the only one who knows how to handle the heat.”

Carlos chuckles, gratitude shining in his still reddened eyes. “I must say that this is the most entertaining doctor’s visit I have ever had. Thank you for the exceptional service and the delightful company. And for making sure I don’t have to race in an eyepatch.”

You smirk at him playfully. “Well it’s not every day I have a Formula 1 star as my patient. Consider it an occupational perk.”

With a spring in his step, Carlos stands up from the examination table, ready to conquer the track once more. “If you ever need a driver, you know where to find me.”

You wave him off, laughter bubbling from your throat. “Thank you, Carlos but I think I’ll stick to my stethoscope as my trusty sidekick. If you ever need a prescription for an extra spicy dish, you know who to call.”

He manages to wink the best he can through tender eyes. “How about I take you up on that over dinner at my place? Can’t let the chili peppers think they’ve scared me off.”

“And that, kids, is how your father actually got his nickname.”