#idk i mean i don't want to speak in the past tense or rule anything out because who knows!! i might finish

[softpine]

If somehow we had the chance to view everyhing you've ever written about your characters, all of things you have planned for a single character. Who are the top three people we should pick? Hopefully that makes sense

like which characters' arcs would've gotten crazy?

that would have to be casper and coco, look at this behemoth doc i have of vague ideas & dialogue for them (mostly for coco) 😭

the problem is that i was planning to write casper out of frozen pines when he went off to college, but i was sick of only writing teenagers & their parents, so i kept him around for a fresh perspective. i didn't expect myself to project so much onto him and i didn't plan on making coco into such a complex character that i would fall sooo in love with. so it all kind of ballooned into this massive plot that, even back when i had free time, i was never going to have time to write :( it sucks because i would LOVE to be able to tell their story, but i think it would've worked better as an entirely separate story to frozen pines.

third i suppose would be finn... i actually wrote this whole fake podcast transcript based around his murder, i've written countless oneshots that aren't finished enough for me to post them, and every single AU version of him lives in my mind like they're all their own characters. i love him so so bad... writing from his point of view feels so natural to me

[harveydont]

Bruce comforting a devious obviously physically mutant child. Possibly telling them their looks don't make them bad. Idk

i decided to flex for a writing exercise oneshot instead of art this time around. hope you enjoy! i loved this prompt and fell in love with a new improv character along the way.

Danny didn’t want to be there. He swore a vendetta against his past self for the lack of foresight, because it was obvious.  Trying to accomplish anything illicit after dark in Gotham just wasn’t done if you were nobody, if you didn’t have a code name and the money or power to back it up–and, even then, you’d better not be looking to get money for money’s sake.  No.  That kind of business was better left in the light of day, a well trodden rule that made no sense anywhere else outside this city.  

Though, sitting tense and taciturn on a stoop in East End, a featureless slope of black next to him and not saying anything, he had to admit that it probably wouldn’t have mattered for him either way.  He was too fucking clumsy and too fucking stupid to get away with a small robbery in the daytime either.  Danny gave a belligerent sniff, wiping his nose on his arm and close-set, black beady eyes glaring at the Batman as he did so; April his ass, it was freezing, in the middle of the night, and now he had to sit out in it because of this guy.  

“Can I go?  If you’re going to bring the cops can you just bring them already?  I’m tired,” he said after a few seconds more.

“Mh,” said the Batman.  He shifted, the fabric of the cape rolling fluidly as he sat more attentive.  It was hard to tell, with those retroreflector lenses, but Danny was pretty sure Batman wasn’t looking at him, and just staring ahead.  “I’m not bringing the cops.”

“Then what are you–”

“What were you going to use the money for?”  He sounded genuinely curious, if a little distant, and it was getting on Danny’s nerves.  He bared snaggle teeth and gave a watery growl out of habit–which immediately died off when Batman turned his head to look at him with a weird unimpressed turn of his mouth, and he realized how stupid it was to think that would have worked.  He bit at his lip when he looked down, and the silence grew annoyingly heavy. 

“….I dunno… stuff I guess.  I was going to figure out later,” he said under his breath, scratching at patchy hair that was getting thinner and thinner these days.  Being stared at, he realized, was way worse than Batman looking off middle distance, and he felt sweat starting at the middle of his back that turned sickly cold when the wind turned the wrong way.  

Batman gave another strange hum.  He did that a lot, Danny realized.  He wasn’t really like what he thought at all.  A little disappointingly quiet, maybe.  

“Are things at home okay?” 

Danny blinked, face scrunching up.  “What?”

“Food, your house, things like that–”

“No, I know what you mean, but why would I–can you just leave me the fuck alone and stop trying to have an intervention or whatever this is?”  His ‘s’s drew out a little to a lisp, catching in his teeth and tongue jutting out too far.  There’s a flare of old resentment for school coaches that flickers back to life, and he feeds it into the cold glare he gave Batman then.  

“Ah.  Leave you, the fuck, alone.  Right.  I’ve been told now.  Impressive.”  

Danny was about to retaliate, bitten lips drawing up over his gums, when he blinked again, squinting at Batman’s face.  

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m really not.”  Batman folded his hands over one knee.

“You–you are, you’re just doing this for kicks or whatever to make me feel stupid.”  He picked at the cement next to his thigh, heat welling in his face and starting to slip out into the way he clawed with jagged nails at the steps.  “I get it okay?  It was a stupid idea to jump that place, I won’t do it again.”  

“It wasn’t stupid–” Batman said, then cut himself off.  “Okay… it was a little stupid.  But it’s an understandable stupid thing, that you shouldn’t do again because it looks like you don’t even know why you’re doing it.”  His voice tilted up at the end, an empty space, a question.  Danny looked away.

“I didn’t need it.  For uh, food or stuff.  I’m not fucking helpless if that’s what you’re getting at.”  Danny shot another sharp look to Batman, but the openness on what amounted to a blank half of a face made him annoyed.  Again.  

“I’m just angry, okay?  So take a wild fucking guess why.”  His voice cracked, and he blamed it on being sixteen rather than the closed off feeling in his throat, the acute prickly feeling over his too oily, too dry skin that folded over itself into greasy flaps along his neck, his sides, everything feeling like he was filled up to his throat with that roiling, prickling resentment.  The flash tingle of touching hot metal for an instant and that’s all he felt inside now.  All he felt in his eyes. “I just wanted to feel… I don’t know, like I was getting back at something for a change.  That I could take advantage of something.  Hurt something, someone, I don’t–”  He scratched his face, snuffling again before he mumbled the last part with the air deflated out of him.  “…I don’t know why.”  

He braced himself, brittle and still with shoulders hunched, for a response.  And all that he heard was a long sigh next to him, boots scraping the steps below them as the man leaned back.  Flickering his eyes to Batman quickly, Danny saw him looking up at the sky.  He was chewing his lip too. 

“Okay,” Batman said, soft and barely heard.  “Okay… that’s, okay.”  Danny inhaled, about to speak again, but Batman continued before he could.  “–It’s not okay okay, but it’s not…. not okay to feel that.  And it’s not right what led to you feeling that.”   He looked as if he were going to reach out to Danny, but he stopped himself last second and just let his hand drop to the space of the step between them.  Danny was glad he didn’t touch him, so that was something, at least.

“But you don’t… have to act on feelings one way or the other.  You can–”

“I’m not becoming an activist or some shit,” Danny said, voice flat.  “I shouldn’t have to fucking prove myself with being a, a humanitarian or whatever.  I’m not doing that.” 

“You don’t have to do that either,” Batman nodded.  “I know–”  He stopped, lower lip tucked tight into his mouth and expression thoughtful.  “–I can appreciate that it’s hard.  But think about it, at least.  Whatever it is you want to do.”  

They sat in silence after that, until Danny shivered, nostril slits closing tight against the wind.  

“Can I go home now?” he said, arms tucked tight against his sides.

Batman huffed, and made ready to stand up.  “Yes, you can go home.”  

Danny was up like a shot, eager to just get in bed and go to sleep on whatever the hell this night was.  

“Hey–” Batman said, and Danny stopped, turning back to him.  The figure stared at him a few seconds.  “Just… don’t try to rob a store again.”  

“Okay,” Danny said.  What else was he supposed to say anyway, but he mostly meant it, he thought.  

He scurried home, and Batman watched him disappear around the corner before sighing and moving on with his own night.