stacey was so real for that
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Being with a brat is so funny to me sometimes. They’ll walk around with the biggest fucking attitude and act like they can’t stand you until you grab them by the neck and forcibly breed them like some random slut on the street for a few hours.
Then they’re right back to being the sweetest little innocent thing that won’t leave your side, for the next few days at least.
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I think where a lot of attempts to do "Dungeons & Dragons-style" settings in alternative milieux go wrong is that they're imitating the explicit trappings of standard D&D settings without putting a whole lot of thought into why those trappings are the way they are. Your standard D&D setting is essentially gonzo sword and sorcery fantasy, and there's a very particular internal logic to it which isn't necessarily going to be obvious examining it in isolation.
For example, one of the more common sword and sorcery fantasy tropes which strongly informs D&D-style settings is the convention that "monsters" are usually something protagonists can talk to (and have stupid arguments with), even – and often especially – when it would be incongruous for them to be so chatty in a more conventional fantasy setting. If you want to carry that over, it's not enough to go "well, D&D settings have chatty dragons, so my setting should have chatty dragons, too"; you need to think carefully about what things qualify as "monsters" in your setting, and what role they play in it.
Basically, what I mean to say is that if you're transposing D&D-style worldbuilding into a steampunk milieu, player characters should definitely be able to talk to the trains.
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So @calysto1395 has been working on a ZoLaw modern!AU and I just had to draw the scene from a snippet she sent me. More snippet behind the read more:
edit: fic is also now available here!
“Laaaw-” Bepo leans into the break room, too cheerful for the early morning. He looks over witheringly while clutching his coffeecup for dear life. “Someone is asking for you.” Bepo tells him, giggling.
“If it’s Vergo, tell him to jump into a river and drown.” Law replies. There’s a hair floating in his cup and Law stares at it for a long time, contemplating sticking his hands into the scalding liquid before he grabs a spoon instead.
“No, it’s your friend from the train.” Law is frowning at his coffee as the hair evades his spoon.
“What friend?” He asks before his brain catches up and he realizes that Bepo can only mean one person. Law looks up just to see Marco blatantly paying attention as he pours himself his own cup.
“You know the hunk with the green hair and the big bag-“ Bepo explains, miming the vague shape of a human.
Law abandons the hair and the spoon so he can rub his eyes.
“Ohh, resting bitch face? Scar on the left eye?” Marco asks causing both Law and Bepo to stare at him. He has the same serene crooked smirk he always has as he takes a leisurely sip from his mug.
Law squints at him. “Bepo, tell him to wait in my office and also never say the word ‘hunk’ ever again.” Bepo snickers and disappears as Law points at Marco. “You know him?” Law asks and surprises himself at the hint of jealousy that comes through (that’s his stranger damn it).
[AU and writing by @calysto1395 ]
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