I'm graduating soon (yay!) and that's very exciting but I'm looking ahead and thinking about how much more time I'm going to have and how it'd be amazing to dedicate most of that time to writing. So, I was thinking about potentially (and eventually, not anytime soon) launching a patreon. Wanted to get people's reactions to that and share some of the exciting ideas I had for different tier perks.
First, there are some that I think are pretty standard: early/beta access to all my projects, exclusive shorts/art, lore posts, thorough frequent updates, tutorials, patron-only discord channels and roles, Q&As (as myself or as the cast), maybe some steamy scenes, we'll see.
But the main idea I've thought of—and which I actually have a bunch of ideas for already—is to do interactive D&D games with members of the Zorlok cast. For example, play through a supernatural regency one-shot with Danny, Lucía, and Rose, or a horror sci-fi game with EJ, Tommy, and Ciel, or a spicy fey drama with Dev, the Celestial, and Adam/Eve, or something else (as I said, I have a lot of ideas for this already, hehe). Maybe with special characters joining the table from time to time—characters like Adonis, Jovy, Cecil, Max, Hero, Laðe, etc.? Who knows? Could be anything!
Additionally, maybe with one of the tiers you'll be able to vote on which cast members or which one-shot idea you want to have in the next installment. Or maybe there's a longer campaign that is published every other month with shorter one-shots in between? Either way, I think this could be really fun to write and create as a group. If you have any thoughts on this, I'd love to hear 'em!
Some other ideas for patron rewards include custom templates made for all patrons or specific commissions for individual patrons, short stories for people of their MCs/OCs, the same kind of individualized scenes but as add-ons you can unlock with a passcode or secret word or something and play with personalized stuff in the D&D episode, interactive short stories set in the universe (about topics like characters backstories, side-characters exploring niche aspects of the world's lore, or non-canon adventures), etc. There are more ideas, but this block of text is already getting too long, so if you'd like to hear about those or if you have an idea/suggestion, let me know!
So, yeah! Just some ideas I'm playing with. Again, a patreon would be a while off, but wanted to see people's reactions to that idea now so I can plan accordingly moving forward. Thanks for reading all this and hope you have a good day!
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for nobara :
hc + favorite color
hc + how her room/space is decorated
hc + favorite food
from this | @shoukous
headcanons | nobara kugisaki
favorite color: she wants big & bold & bright. she wants out of the countryside, away from never-ending green. she felt suffocated, & she starts associating green with nausea. that being said, when she gets to tokyo metropolitan curse technical school —- she doesn’t mind that there are trees lining the campus. it feels familiar.
but she’s not the type for nostalgia.
nobara knows what type of girl she is —- remember ? big & bold & bright.
but she’s not the type of big & bold & bright that chooses the cheeriness of yellow, the tackiness of orange, the emptiness of white. red is just aggressive & reminds her of an alarm bell.
it’s a poorly disguised secret that nobara has a romantic streak, but it’s one that she lines with something competitive. she sacrifices none of herself for the sake of romance, even though she’s well aware of her the ongoing debates about what it means for her femininity or her strength.
she doesn’t spare the time for the debates. maybe she should, but she’s got momentum.
anyway : she knows that she likes the things that make her feel elegant, make her feel a little peaceful, a little like she is the center of everything. pink adorns some of her accessories — a bold pink, magenta. she likes pink. it makes her feel soft. it might be her favorite. she also likes a lilac.
& at the same time: she’s got a sense of professionalism. she never fully forgets that she has to work to get to where she wants to be, to be the person she wants to be.
nobara’s favorite colors may be a bold pink & lilac — however, she never makes them the primary color of her attire, her decor, anything like that. she uses her favorites as accessories & keeps everything neutral colors.
how her room/space is decorated: here we have three stages. who she was in youth, who she tried to be, & who she never was.
when she was young: her home wasn’t traditional as it could be, but it was old. her family had lived in the same house for ages, & the paint on the walls chipped in many places. there were chips in the kitchen, chips in the living space, chips in the bathroom.
when nobara was six, they repainted her room because the walls were starting to flake. her mother had chided her when she pointed at an outrageous color of pink ( the paint will last, nobara. pick something that you can live with ) —- & then her mother had chosen a neutral cream color for her daughter’s walls . . . but
nobara is an only child. she has inherited old talents, & she’s deeply loved.
her mother caves. they paint one wall (accent wall!) with a sky blue that was supposed to bring good luck.
nobara accents the space with poorly matched linens that never seem to be properly made. she’s got a bookshelf stacked full of books ( she treats her manga like it’s contraband). the bottom shelf is board games.
she doesn’t like plushies, so there’s none of that.
she gets heavily excited at the prospect of posters when she’s eight, but she can never decide what posters to hang. she mostly just hangs posters of actors she thinks are cute; it confuses her father & flusters him, but they have a good time.
she refuses to let anyone else do her laundry, so her hamper is always empty. she does some of her parents’ laundry for good measure. however, she gets impatient folding her clothes & leaves a folded stack at the bottom of her bed. this stays true of her when she’s a teenager.
when she was: there’s still a pile of clean clothes at the foot of her bed. she does worse at making her bed as a teenager in a dorm than she did in her family home, but she’s comfortable. at tokyo metropolitan, there’s no one to convince about painting the walls a fun color, so nobara really has to buckle down on the posters. she feels grown, so she casts aside the posters of actors. instead, she opts for posters of cityscapes or band tours. she feels edgy, & she feels comfortable.
she had one poster of a western painting — ophelia laying in a bed of flowers. it’s a bit morbid. nobara rips it down after three weeks. there’s still tack on the walls from where she hung it. she pins photos printed on printer paper on the walls, & she was thrilled when she hung multicolored twinkle lights in her room.
she’s abandoned her bedding for something more sophisticated —- white sheets & a purple comforter. lots of pillows.
she invests in a small rug that she can keep on the floor because it makes her feel artful.
her collection of books is smaller in tokyo, but she keeps them in neat stacks that collect dust.
she keeps an open clothes rack out in the corner, & she thinks it makes nice decoration.
she wishes she had more clothes.
nobara keeps a mirror propped at her desk, & she keeps a drawer of doodles stuffed in her desk.
in another life: nobara isn’t patient enough for interior design, even if she has abstract dreams. in her teenage dorm room, she sometimes watched tv dramas on her phone & thought about what she would like. no posters in the future, but she would like framed art. she wants greenery, she wants glass vases as decorations. she wants a walk in-closet & a vanity. she wants luxury.
it’s nice to dream those things, but mostly nobara imagines a neat style for herself — white linens topped with a pink knit throw. she imagines big windows & candles & a dresser with a big mirror. she likes imagining peace for herself. very breakfast at tiffany’s.
favorite food: her favorite food is listed as popular food & watermelon ! anyway, nobara tends to fall asleep too late. she spends her watches television on her phone, & she unapologetically has a preference for reality television. she likes seeing people that seem happy, people that look like they’re enjoying the world that they’re in.
for the record, nobara isn’t tempted by popular things because she wants to be cool or anything like that. she’s confident in herself. she just wants to taste the freedom of exploration that the popular seems to reflect.
but also she has a proclivity for fruit in general. she has a sweet tooth, but she prefers fresh things to pastries. overall, nobara loves little more than lounging in the grass on a summer day with having a bowl of fruit.
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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