…has Taako ever been afraid before? Has Taako ever once admitted to being scared of anything he was up against? Because he’s been on the brink of death before, several times, and all I remember are jokes. He’s faced some pretty severe odds, took some incredible risks, but there’s never been any hesitation - short of avoiding things entirely. There have been some awful situations that Taako didn’t seem to take seriously at all.
It’s possible that the prospect of something happening to Lup is the only thing Taako is truly afraid of.
And considering everything that’s happened, everything that Taako is about to remember, my heart might be breaking just a little bit.
Bendy animation UPDATE???!!
(Pffft. After TryHardNinja came out with The Dancing Deamon I reeealy wanted to animate it and i found that my little animation from before kinda worked with it?… idk. I know its not finished and i know im not the best animator out there but i might continue this?.. and make random updates? No promises but im thinking about it.)
here’s some crap doodles i did instead of drawing the next page of zt.
the last 2 are potential page/plot ideas that were scrapped. i didn’t think they properly conveyed the tone i wanted to go for, and didn’t explain the characters’ motivations well enough. the pacing was also a little weird, but drafts are usually a little janky like that!
@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?
It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.
Always was, this time of year.
April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.
It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest.
Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.
He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today.
Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?
Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day.
Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…
Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.
The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.