Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Oh. My. God. This alone is a MASTERPIECE. I just KNOW that the complete illustration is going to be EPIC
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This is faaar from ready, but I just wanted to show you a little teaser about the upcoming Gaudete - Choir illustration I'm currently working on. This cathedral, as it can be seen here, doesn't exist, I used multiple references and combined them to create one, new building. I'm gonna paint this later, but first, I need to finish the lineart... đś
The boys from left to right are Jack, Maurice, Robert, Harold, Henry, Bill, Simon and Roger.
Now this, this is ART
ack this hit 100 notes!!! itâs not really a crazy number but itâs the most iâve gotten on a fic yet and i really appreciate all the love!
Hello!!! Can i please get an enemies-to-lovers type thingy with Damian and prompts 13 from angst and 10 from neutral? please and thank you!
Paring: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)
Prompts: Prompt list âď¸10- âDonât lie to me. I can tell when you are.â á13- âI can take care of myself just fine.â
Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when youâre both hot tempered teenagers who donât know how to talk to your crush.
Warnings: Mentions of blood and mild swearing
A/n: Ahhh this was so fun to write!!! i had so many ideas i didnât have enough space for them lmao. this the longest fic iâve written and itâs also the first one iâve promoted before posting (here and here) also Masterlist
Word count: 2.2k finally broke past 2k!
Tag list: @battlenix (luv you babe)
Being a superhero can be difficult. It can be even more difficult when your partner is an absolute dick. So for you being a superhero was very difficult.
You didnât choose to be partners with Robin but as the newest Batgirl you found it came with the job. It turns out Robin was just as unhappy with this predicament as you were.
You tried to be friends with him at first, but after about 2 weeks you realized you werenât getting anywhere and gave up. After you had âproved your skillsâ to Damian he stopped complaining about being partnered with you on patrol but he didnât stop criticizing your every move. His comments led to more than one petty argument.
He was an asshole to you whenever he got the chance but somehow your over romantic heart decided the shit eating grin that he wore whenever he beat you at sparring was very attractive. Once when you got hurt on the field and he had to bandage you up before taking you back to the cave, he seemed worried and it was almost like he cared about your well being.
You remembered taking on 3 thugs and how the last one pulled a knife out of nowhere. He thrust it towards you before you could react and it sliced across your forearm. You knocked him out with a swift kick and turned to see how your partner was doing, almost forgetting about the cut. It wasnât a terrible wound but the blood made it look a lot worse than it was.
Damian punched the last man, successfully knocking him out before looking over at you. You heard sirens in the distance and he motioned for you to follow him to the roof. You remembered the climb being painful but you didnât want him to lecture you about being weak so you sucked it up and kept climbing.
When you had reached the roof he was already listening to the police scanner, looking for your next hit. You had walked over to him and sat on the ledge with your back facing the street.
You examined the cut and tried not to make any noise. Thatâs when Damian looked up and saw your blood covered arm. You were surprised at how quickly he rushed to your side and pulled out a first aid kit.
âWhen did this happen? Why didnât you tell me you were hurt?â He had asked you while wiping off some of the blood.
âIâm fine, itâs nothing. Just a scratch.â You smiled unconvincingly and winced when his gloved hand passed over a particularly painful spot.
âDonât lie to me. I can tell when you are.â He didnât stop but he was more gentle after that.
âOh? Whatâs this? Could it be the one and only Robin is worried about little old me?â You had exaggerated shock in your voice.
âTT of course not,â He replied stiffly, glaring up at you. âIâd just prefer it if my partner didnât pass out from blood loss.â You remembered the pain of the cleaning alcohol on the fresh wound. You had hissed slightly at the feeling but sucked in your breath to avoid any further embarrassment.
That was almost 2 weeks ago but the memory was still clear in your mind. Ever since then you noticed Damian checking on you more often. For a short time you thought this was finally the beginning of a possible friendship but eventually brushed it off as him thinking you were weak or something like that.
Today had been pretty shitty to begin with so patrol was pretty much a nightmare. Your bus was late so you didnât get home on time and then you had a mountain of homework to do. Studying had been pushed to the back burner ever since you had started officially working with Batman so you had fallen a bit behind on schoolwork and it was all catching up to you.
Damian had some intel about a drug deal so you both decided to have a mini stakeout and see who showed up. He told you to be there by 10 but you lost track of time and didnât end up arriving until well after 10:30. This provoked a very boring lecture about time management that you were definitely not in the mood for.
The drug deal went down as expected and you and Damian jumped in to round up the bad guys. It was going fine until one of them slipped past you and managed to escape.
âDamnit!â You exclaimed as the back door swung shut. âIâll get him!â
âNo donât!â Damian yelled after you but you didnât listen. You heard him curse and something that sounded like a batarang hitting a wall before the noises blended together and eventually faded.
The man was fast and you were about a block away from the fight when you finally caught up to him. âGotcha now, asshole.â You smirked as he was backed into an alleyway with no way out.
He smirked back and knocked on the door next to him. 11 more thugs emerged and you realized just how bad you had messed up. âOh youâve got to be shitting me.â You muttered under your breath while backing up ever so slightly.
One of the men spoke up. âAw whatâs the matter little girl? Donât tell me youâre scared.â He laughed and others joined him. You let him take a few more steps so he was within your range before grabbing a batarang from your belt and throwing it at him.
He was caught by surprise and had to swerve to avoid the sharp tool. This was exactly the reaction youâd hoped for and gave you time to lunge and land a solid hit to his stomach. He fell back into two of the thugs with a grunt. A man a bit more to your left shouted some profanities at you before charging. You dodged and he ran right into a dumpster, effectively knocking him off balance and giving you the opportunity to knock him out.
â2 down, 10 more to go. So whoâs next?â You said boldly, despite the odds being very much not in your favor. 3 men launched at you from different angles and you dodged but the move forced you deeper into the alley so there were now 4 men in between you and the exit. âWell shit.â Thatâs when your knight in shining armor showed up to save the day.
âWell shit times 2,â You muttered.
Damian hit harder then normal and you knew it was because youâd run off without him. Usually heâd wait until you got back to the cave to lecture you but today he didnât seem as patient. âI told you!â Punch. âNot to!â Dodge. âChase him!â Kick.
âThis might come as a shock,â You grabbed an old book from the trash and threw it at someone. âBut I don't take orders from you.â
âYou donât take orders from anyone apparently.â He sounded angry. Really angry.
It took about 20 minutes to knock out the rest of the men and tie them to a street lamp. You had alerted the police and could hear sirens in the distance which meant it was time to go. You turned around and saw Damian was already climbing to the rooftop.
âWhere are we going now?â You asked once youâd reached the rooftop as well. You were hoping to brawl with a few more thugs before the night was over. Fighting always helped you relieve stress and right now you had a lot of relieving to do.
âWeâre going to the cave.â He replied simply walking fast and not stopping to let you catch up.
âAlready? Itâs only like midnight. Iâm sure thereâs some more douche bags that need to be caught.â You knew he was mad at you but cutting a patrol short? Heâd only ever done that once or twice in extreme situations.
He didnât respond but instead jumped down off the roof into an alleyway where his motorcycle was waiting. You assumed heâd called it there while he was walking.
âGo back to the cave. I'll meet you there.â He finally spoke, before speeding off and leaving you alone.
You watched his silhouette disappear down the street and let out a loud groan. âGreat now I get chewed out for trying to stop the bad guy,â You grumbled. âThis is definitely not what i wanted to do tonight.â You called your motorcycle to you and it showed up a minute later. You hoped on and headed to the cave, already trying to think up good arguments for the conversation that you knew was coming.
Once you pulled into the cave you parked your bike. You saw Damian was leaning his back against the medical table and he had his arms crossed over his chest. His mask was off and you could see the anger in his green eyes. Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing nearby but you didnât pay them much attention. You walked over to Damian who glared at you but didnât say anything
Youâd done the whole âSilently stare each other down until the other person says somethingâ thing a few times but today you didnât have the patience to try and wait him out. You took off your mask so that your eyes could met his and spoke. âLook, I know youâre a little upset with me-â
âA little upset?â He cut you off, pushing himself off the table and taking a step towards you âIâm pissed!â 3 heads from across the room turned towards the brewing fight. âI specifically told you not to chase him.â
âThatâs why you ended the patrol?â You asked in disbelief. âBecause I did something you didnât want me to?â
âYou ran off on your own. Thatâs not ok.â He stepped closer again and you were forced to tilt your head up slightly to maintain his gaze.
âYou run off on your âLone wolfâ bullshit all the time.â You saw the other boys getting up out of the corner of your eye but still didnât acknowledge them.
âThatâs different.â He seethed with anger and you still couldnât understand why but at this point it didnât matter to you. You had bottled up almost all your harsh feelings towards him and it was finally spilling over. All the times he'd sneered at you or told you to give up on being a hero were flooding back and fueling the anger in the pit of your stomach.
âBecause you're better than me right? Because youâre the one and only Damian Wayne, son of batman and greatest goddamn Robin to walk the earth!â You raised your voice letting sarcasm steer your words. âYou're mad because I donât take orders from you and your misogynistic ego canât handle that.â
âIâm mad because I can't trust you!â He shot back, raising his voice to match yours. âWeâre supposed to be partners but youâre too stubborn and immature to listen to me. This isnât just about tonight and you know it. I canât do what needs to be done if I'm too busy trying to make sure you don't get killed.â There it was again. The ghost of concern buried deep under his tone.
âI can take care of myself just fine. I donât need you to save me like iâm some damsels in distress.â
âReally? Because I had to save you tonight!â This made you furious. You went to respond but a black and blue gloved hand had already found its way over your mouth. You hadnât even realized how close you were to Damian until Dick was pushing the two of you apart.
âThatâs enough!â Dick exclaimed, sounding very annoyed. âYouâre supposed to be a team and instead you two have been at each otherâs throats ever since you were paired up.â
âItâs all her fault-â Damian started but was cut off.
âFirst of all iâm not done yet. Secondly youâre both to blame,â Dick said pointedly. âWeâre all sick of your bickering so if you donât figure out how to get along weâre taking matters into our own hands.â he nodded at Jason and Tim.
Tim was sitting on the table that Damian had been leaning on when you arrived and he, unsurprisingly, had a cup of coffee in his hand. Jason was standing next to Tim with a look of slight amusement.
âWhat the hell does that even mean?â
âAt best,âJason spoke up. âwe get you couples therapy. At worst, we lock you two in a room and take bets on whether youâll kill each other or work together to escape.â
âThatâs not true,âDick interrupted again. âWeâre not taking any bets,â he corrected.
âYouâre not but me and Tim already have a pot going. Alfreds in on it and iâm pretty sure bruce wants to join too.â Jason looked at you and winked. âMy moneys on you sweetheart.â
You rolledďżź your eyes in response and let out a small laugh. âYou have a bet on whether or not iâll kill your brother? Thatâs the most âi fight criminals in my free time because i canâ thing iâve ever heard.â
A/n: this was getting pretty long so i decided to end it here but maybe if this dose well iâll do another part (cough they get locked in a room cough cough)
Final project for this semester of costume design class - renderings for âIntimate Apparelâ by Lynn Nottage #lynnnottage #intimateapparel #costumesketch #costumerenderings #gouache #edwardian #1900sfashion #nyutisch #tischdrama
@goknottâs ceramics commission, ready for glaze firing! bugs, snails, centipedes, forest green and moss green and orange and yellow! this was a lot of fun to work on, and I hope the colors fire well :)