#my work

[i-am-sako]

[wibbili-wobbly]

[chaos-and-ink]

Hurts if I eat, hurts if I don't; hurts if I sleep, hurts so deep.

[halfmoonshines]

soft spot

damon salvatore x reader

summary; you're injured in a fight with a rogue vampire who breezed into town, and Damon is being weird about it

hurt/comfort

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You tried to stay hidden in the shadows outside of the streetlight, but your rapid heartbeat probably would've given you away either way.

"Who the hell is this guy?" You heard Damon mutter from the spot he was tossed just a few feet away from you, dusting the dirt from the trash cans he'd squished like cardboard. His ice blue eyes spared you a quick glance but didn't say a word, trying not to draw any attention your way.

Damon intervened as Caroline was struggling to grapple with the stranger. In the span of a moment, she was on the ground groaning with a broken arm and he had launched the assailant to give them a chance to regroup - right toward you.

You couldn't help the little gasp that you emitted, no matter how much time you spent around these creatures this was a vampire. One in particular who would have no hang ups about snapping your neck.

Per their supernatural hearing, it didn't take long for the mans vicious senses to find you, and took half as long for him to have a bruising hand around your neck.

The sound of Damon yelling your name was distant in the background, you were focused on the threat literally snarling in your face.

"Don't you smell good?"

That was as far as the stranger managed to get before Damon had the broken handle of a broom protruding from his back. His grip slipped off your throat as his body slid sideways and you toppled to the ground, heading bouncing off the pavement hard enough for you to see stars.

Damon's voice was faint to you again, but you could hear him begging for your attention. Caroline was in the background too, in panicked discussion with someone over the phone. You couldn't get your eyes to focus though, hair becoming wet and warm.

The eldest Salvatore's touch on you was feather light, his mouth still moving with words he wanted you to latch onto but you had already lost the dance with consciousness.

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The first thing you were aware of when you woke up in a bed was that it was decidedly not yours. The next thing you noticed was that you weren't in any pain, just a bit stiff when you went to sit up from the bed. Someone had definitely given you blood, which was against every rule her and her friends had discussed, but from the smell of the sheets behind you - Damon wouldn't have cared either way.

You made your way out of the room and down the stairs, vaguely knowing the layout of the boarding house from your handful of times actually coming inside. Over the last few months you had become dangerously intertwined in Elena's grapple with the supernatural, despite Bonnie's vehement advice to go as far as possible. You were emancipated, you could switch schools and move to Pennsylvania.

No, you couldn't. Once your conscious had been opened to everything around you, once you were aware of the dangers of the dark - you could never ignore that. Better the evil you know.

Speaking of.

You came upon Damon in his favorite spot, a tumbler of bourbon in his hand while he leaned up against the fireplace. The suit jacket he had been wearing earlier that night was discarded on the couch behind him, a small amount of blood on the collar of his shirt still.

"You always look so broody." Poking fun at him might not be in your best interest, but you figured you'd give it a go. Over the last few months, your and Damon's relationship had morphed into something you couldn't quite understand, but moments like these had seemed to become more comfortable between you.

"I believe you're confusing me with my much broodier younger brother." Damon's words were laced with sarcasm, but his tone didn't have a hint of amusement.

You felt suddenly awkward, in his space and home. Just because you had gotten kind of comfortable lately didn't mean he wanted to be around you.

"Well, thanks for the whole life saving thing." You began to babble nervously, a faint pink glow to your cheeks. "I'll get out of your hair. Sorry for taking your bed, I don't even know what time it is-" You had begun turning toward the door, making to just leave and find a way home. How you could this age and still flustered in front of attractive men, especially murderous ones was beyond you.

Damon appearing in front of you almost made your heart stop, hair stirring at his incredibly fast movements. He was barely a foot away, his piercing gaze holding your confused one. From this close you could smell just how much he had probably drank.

"Are you... okay, Damon?" Your voice wavered a bit under the heat of his stare and you saw the muscle in his jaw working overtime while he looked like he was debating whether or not he wanted to actually say anything to you.

"You don't have to thank me for saving you when you were in danger because of me." His eyes had drifted from your eyes to your neck, voice whisper quiet.

Vulnerability was the last thing you expected from the man standing over you. "What do you mean? It wasn't your fault. Just wrong place, wrong time and I so happen to be the weakest link." You hoped your voice conveyed even a bit of humor.

His eyes snapped back up to yours, head tilting slightly while he assessed you. Damon's hand rose to grab a lock of your hair, twirling it around his finger in thought. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling like you were on the precipice of something.

"My weakest link, maybe. Have I told you how much I like your hair?" His voice was still quiet, an innocent lilt.

Your mind was reeling, half drunk on his closeness and hazed by confusion. Where was this coming from? Had he drank a small liquor store and now he was confusing her for her much more appealing best friend?

"Damon, I'm not sure how much you've had to drink, but I'm happy to brew you a pot of coffee. Does that even work for vampires?"

You had started to pull away, making to turn toward the kitchen but Damon was infinitely faster than you. His drink was discarded, one hand going to your upper arm and the other to your waist, tugging you back into his vicinity.

"On the contrary, I don't think I've ever been so sure minded, sparrow. I'm sorry for not protecting you tonight." His voice was tight now, the warmth of his hands tingling down your body.

"It's not your fault, or job, Damon." Your voice had quieted to match his, all humor leaving. You didn't know where this guilt had come from, but it was misplaced. Since you'd met Damon he'd made some bad decisions, but you had also seen his sacrifice so much for the sake of the team. Even if others didn't acknowledge it, he didn't need to add anymore to his plate.

"I'd like it to be. My job." His reply was lightning quick, eyes pinning yours in place.

Were you dreaming?

Damon's signature smirk was visible for a split second, telling you that your confusion was written all over your face. "I think that I'm asking you, in the most coming of age movie way, if you'd like to go steady?"

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[duicepanque]

A collection of Club Penguin commissions for different clients from 2020-2022 :)

Club Penguin backgrounds might be my favorite to draw

Commissions are open!

[euclyptodis]

[ramshacklegear]

Life’s been hectic and ended up taking an unexpected social media break. But I’ve got some news!

I have a new online shop in the works, will help make shipping a helluva lot easier

A large gear drop is on the horizon to celebrate the change

Impact toys will be available online now with this change

drop date will be announced soon

[stevelieber]

Well here’s some news! Dark Horse's official description for my new graphic novel, BACKFLASH.

Presented by acclaimed and award-winning creators, writer Mat Johnson (Incognegro, Pym) and artist Steve Lieber (Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen, Whiteout), Backflash tells the story of Devin, whose life is spiraling out of control, until he discovers the impossible: by touching an article of family memorabilia, he can travel back in time, mentally reliving the best moments of his past while escaping his problems of the present. But the more Devin "backflashes" he finds himself on a trail of family mystery and betrayal. On this hunt for a truth that was never supposed to come to light, Devin must come to terms with his past if he wants any chance at a future.

“It’s been a thrill working with Mat again, and Steve for the first time--two masterful storytellers at the top of their game,” said Berger in a statement. “Together they deliver a delightfully strange and fresh take on time travel, full of emotional power and sly wit. It’s a hell of a ride!”

Backflash is 104 pages long and is priced at $22.99. The book will be released in bookstores on November 12 and comic shops on November 13.

https://www.ign.com/articles/backflash-graphic-novel-dark-horse-berger-books-imprint

Backflash is by Mat Johnson, Steve Lieber, Lee Loughridge, and Clem Robins. Special thanks to Tom Rogers!

Published by Dark Horse Comics.

[beardless-bearded-vulture]

Finished cleaning a nearly fully fused skull of a young alpaca and the skull parts of a stillborn alpaca. The difference a few months can make!

[tinysupervicki]

I was craving kisses 😭

[istandonsnowpiles]

Drawbridge Ahead

[the-bramble--patch]

It’s Solarpunk Action Week!

This week I’m writing a letter to my rep concerning a bit of legislation that didn’t make it through our state’s house. Because posting the unedited letter would be doxing myself, I’m posting a censored version. You can probably figure out the state pretty easily but please don’t try to, thanks.

In order to write the letter I had to find a piece of legislation that interested me. I looked up “‘my state’ climate legislation and then poked around until I found something. I wanted to do something local. I feel like I’m more likely to be heard that way—this guy probably has like 1000-2000 constituents, so I don’t think my letter will get lost in the scuffle.

I tried to use persuasive language and write clearly and respectfully. Here are some of the sources I used to format it: [1], [2]. The second one is for children but I still found it pretty helpful. Your Rep’s mailing address or email should be publicly available online, which makes it pretty easy to send.

I would highly recommend doing this! I learned so much about local politics researching it that even if I don’t get a response (which I probably will) it definitely wasn’t a waste of time.

[consuocrochet]

Genuinely cannot tell what is the right side or wrong side in this thing anymore 😭 otherwise the cardigan is going well I think

[firapolemos05]

@gajevyagenda Gajevy Week Day 1

Gamer

Alright yeah, I know I'm about four years late for this meme but it fits for them. Levy is totally into horror games. And Gajeel would absolutely play Animal Crossing just to get all cat villagers.

[duicepanque]

Bandori girl designs from a few years back!

[crookedtines]

Learning how to weave! After a brief attempt at card weaving, I discovered pick-up weaving and immediately switched over to weaving with a heddle. And since I need to make everything as complicated as possible, I'm working on creating my own patterns as I learn.

Still figuring out how to maintain an even tension when I move my set up around. Ultimately, I'll get a loom and that should solve most of my issues. They're a tad wonky, but I'm pleased with my patterns and excited to come up with more! :))