#No I don't regret it

[autumn-foxfire]

I'm a firm believer of Shinichi keeping the glasses on after returning to his life as Shinichi permanently. He goes a few days without them when he first returns but it feels wrong to not have them on his face, even though he has them in his back pocket.

Once upon a time, when he treated Conan as someone different from Shinichi, he might have been glad to rid of them, but nowadays he knows he was no less Shinichi when he was going by another name and that Conan shouldn't be something he avoids reminders of like the plague.

Besides... Kaito told him he looked cute in glasses.

[artiststarme]

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

This part was fun to write! Thank you to everyone for your suggestions, hopefully this meets your expectations. I look forward to seeing what you guys think! As always, if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know and I give you a tag!

~*~*~*~

Max called a Code Red the second she got back inside her own trailer after trying to catch up to the Beemer. “Mayday! I repeat; Mayday! I just saw Steve and Eddie drive away together. I think Eddie just left too!”

A cacophony of voices exploded over the radio. 

“What? Steve is back in town?” Lucas confusedly asked.

“Steve kidnapped our Dungeon Master?!” Mike’s voice shrieked in appalled horror. “That’s a felony, we have to call the police!” 

“How do you know if it was Steve?” Dustin stammered in confused defense of Steve.

Above all of the other voices, Max started talking again. “I saw the Beemer outside of Eddie’s trailer when I woke up and when I went to investigate, they drove away! It was his car, dipshit. Who else could it be? And we are not calling the police on Steve! Eddie got into the car willingly.”

That fact didn’t seem to deter Mike, “So he was coerced? That’s just as bad! We have to call someone!” 

“Alright, everyone this is a Code Red! Meet in Mike’s basement in T-minus 15 minutes. Let’s move people!” Dustin ordered. While normally they would argue with him taking charge, these were not normal circumstances. Everyone was on edge and they hastened to follow his instructions. 

This was shaping up to be one of the worst days of their lives. 

~*~*~*~

Eddie was having the best day of his life. 

He and Steve were almost to Chicago having just stopped at a gas station on the Indiana-Illinois border. For the past three and a half hours or so, they had been singing (i.e. screaming) along to Eddie’s favorite bands. And Eddie will swear it to anyone that asks, Holy Diver sounds even better when Steve is singing it with a beaming smile on his face further illuminated by the beams of sunlight. Eddie already knew he was an angel but the halo surrounding him cemented the fact in his mind. 

Steve was thrilled as well. He knew some of Eddie’s music from the cassettes he bought to remind him of the man when he first left. As such, he was familiar with some of the songs and was having a grand time singing along. And he got to share something with Eddie, they were able to share an interest in Dio songs. Whenever he glanced at Eddie in his passenger seat, he was greeted with a look of pure happiness and awe. He decided right then that would do anything to keep Eddie smiling like that. 

When they crossed the city limits of Chicago, Eddie’s eyes widened in amazement. It was so different from Hawkins! The buildings stood tall and prominent against the horizon. The old stone buildings mingled with the new glass and steel to create a picturesque scene of architectural innovation. As the car crawled through the crowded streets, Steve turned the volume down and focused on not hitting any pedestrians as they walked across the street without looking both ways. Eddie just stared at all of the passing buildings, the hordes of people walking down the street, the record store with a poster of Metallica in its window. A Metallica poster?!

“Steve! Pull over, stop the car.”

Steve braked harshly before pulling into a parallel parking spot available few stores down. He turned confusedly to Eddie who was already unbuckling his seatbelt. “What the hell, Eddie? What if we had been rear-ended? We could’ve died.”

Eddie flapped his hand around and pointed at the record store, “but look, Steve! They have a poster for Metallica! Do you even understand how metal that is? The store in Hawkins doesn’t even have the new album, I had to drive to Indy to get it. Please, can we go?”

How could Steve say no to his pleading eyes and ridiculous pout? “Fine, but we can only stay in this spot for thirty minutes!”

His words fell on deaf ears as Eddie opened the passenger side door and darted into the record store. Steve locked the car and followed at a more sedate pace. When he walked in, he saw Eddie perusing the cassette tapes in a large bin. They had a large selection of nearly every genre from radio pop to hard rock and metal. Once he was noticed, Eddie quickly piled his arms high with metal cassettes as well as a few rock. Steve raised an eyebrow at the Bowie and Queen tapes amidst the metal bands. Eddie must have noticed his judginess as he said defensively, “It’s for Robin. These tapes are new!”

Steve just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Eddie as he blushed anew. In the end, Steve bought him three cassettes of albums that had just come out, two for Robin, and a Simon and Garfunkel cassette for himself. That may have been a mistake however because Eddie started ripping on him as soon as he placed the tape on the check-out counter. “What the hell is that, Steve? I just introduced you to Dio and Iron Maiden and you’re still listening to fucking Simon and Garfunkel? Man, this might be where I have to draw the line. I mean, everyone has their faults or whatever but listening to them when you have Black Sabbath? That’s blasphemy, dude.”

The cashier was smirking at them while Eddie continued ranting in his ear about the virtues of metal music while Steve tried to pay for his purchase in peace. When Eddie mentioned how Steve should have a newfound appreciation for metal after hearing Eddie himself play Master of Puppets by Metallica in March, the cashier straightened. “Holy shit, you played Master of Puppets a month after it came out? Dude, that’s one of the hardest riffs to play. You have a perfect ear or something?”

Eddie pulled a chunk of his hair in front of his mouth to hide the twist of a shy smile and shook his head, “nah, I just had a lot of time to practice.”

“Sounds like. You play guitar then?”

Eddie nodded at him as Steve watched the interaction in mild neutrality. “Yeah, guitar and a little bit of vocals.” 

The cashier shook his head. “Well man, sounds like you know a lot about music. We’re hiring right now if you’re interested in working here. And some guys and I get together to play sometimes. We’d love to have another guitar guy in the band, our last one just moved out of state for college.” 

Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. Now it made sense how the charming bastard had gotten a job so quickly. Everyone was hiring in the city! And a band too?! He loved Chicago. In fact, he might never return to Hawkins! 

He told the guy that he would get back to him on the offer and both boys left the shop with their music selections. They were each eager for the best day ever to continue! Next, Steve took him to a little Italian eatery for dinner that had ‘the best pizza I’ve ever had, Eddie. I’m not even kidding’, according to Steve. And Jesus H. Christ was he right. The deep-dish pizza was more of a pie filled with heavenly cheese and topped with a rich and savory marinara sauce. Holy shit, he might never be able to eat regular take-out pizza ever again. Not after consuming his delicacy.

After their glorious cheese-filled dinner, Steve drove down North Clark Street. He had this right hand resting on Eddie’s left knee that was bouncing with pent up excitement. “What’s next, Stevie?”

“I figured we could check out Metro. It’s a concert venue and some guys at the bar last week were talking about seeing a rock band there. It’s worth a look, right?” Steve said, turning to look at Eddie in askance. 

Eddie just gave him a look of adoration in response and squeezed the hand on his knee. “Definitely Stevie, definitely.”

They were in luck tonight. A smaller metal band, of which Steve could not remember the name, was playing and they were able to get tickets on-site before heading into the venue. Eddie was jumping around, bopping his head to the music, and positively beaming at Steve whenever he glanced in his direction. For two hours, they stood there, listening to the band play metal covers and original songs. Steve didn’t necessarily enjoy the music but being able to see Eddie happy was more than enough in exchange for a blooming headache and ringing ears. And the bruising kiss Eddie gave him in the darkness of the empty parking lot at the end of the night helped too.

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[ax3-e0ns]

-he says as the girlies argue in the background.

{Note: I kept the 'design' for this orange side as base-like and minimal as possible so I can edit it easier once he does appear, this is in no way me speculating what he will look like.}

[experimentalfma]

Tonight's lesson:

If I ever tell you I only need one or two more paragraphs, I'm sorry for the novella you're about to receive.

[hetalia-enthusiast]

I went to ikea today

Sorry for my inactivity

[pandora15]

just wrote a new oneshot that I'll probably post tomorrow! just need to edit :)

[tinybubblesyay]

A story to be told 🎶

Arthur morgan x Papa Emeritus IV

Word count: 1,530

Summary: Terzo screwed up a summoning ritual, and decides to set Papa up on a date with the cowboy that was accidentally summoned.

Again, this was an assignment for English class that was originally 200-ish words. This is a shitpost taken too seriously. I might write h/cs for their relationship. Who knows. You asked for this.

Reblogs welcome and encouraged! I want as many people as possible to lay eyes on this.

~~~~~

Papa Emeritus III had the task of summoning a new ghoul. Him and his ghouls gathered around the altar, drawing sigils with salt and chanting infernal incantations. A fog drew into the room, a green haze quickly taking over. An incredibly loud crack! And a bright flash of light took over the atmosphere of the room.

The fog dissipated, and revealed a ghoul! No- a cowboy? Sitting on the slab, surrounded by unmasked demons. The man screams.

After introducing himself to the man, Arthur, Terzo introduces him to the ghouls and apologizes for the inconvenience. Arthur, not pleased with the situation, says a few choice words and demands he be sent back home.

Terzo and his ghouls give each other a look. Arthur sighs.

~~~~~

Since Arthur was going to be stuck for a while, Terzo decided it would be a great idea to set Copia up on a blind date with the outlaw. He knew Copia had a thing for tall southern men. Maybe they would get along, considering how helpful Arthur had been at the ministry so far. Helping Primo with the heavier work in his garden, assisting siblings in the library with books on higher shelves, and even helping Terzo with note taking, since Terzo had notoriously bad handwriting, it proves that Arthur is kind at heart!

Of course, Copia had heard rumors of a man who was somehow summoned instead of a ghoul and he asked Terzo to explain. He Chose to tell him that the outlaw 'mysteriously' showed up in the chapel during a ritual with the ghouls. It definitely wasn't a mistake, no! The 1800s cowboy was supposed to be there!

Copia of course told Terzo to take care of him, and send him home as soon as possible.

~~~~~

(Copia's pov)

Copia made sure his papal paint looked pristine, he wanted this date to go well! No matter if it was terzo who set it up. After the incident with the mysterious summoned man, Copia wasn't too keen on trusting Terzo, but the mystery of the blind date was enticing enough. "He's exactly your type!" Terzo had told him. "Tall, rugged exterior, southern accent!"

Copia made his way down from his apartment to the abbey gardens, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Terzo said he would be in the gazebo on the west side of the church, surrounded by rose bushes and weeping willow trees. On one of the warmer evenings in February, it would be the perfect setting.

He wore his gold embroidered vest, without the matching jacket. He hopes his date won't mind him wearing part of his stage outfit. Copia felt his robes were a bit much for a blind meet.

~~~~~

When copia came upon the gazebo he saw terzo arguing with a man in a black cowboy hat. Presumably his date. Terzo immediately broke the conversation to acknowledge Copia, but Copia was focused on the man in the chair. Terzo was right. He is his type.

~~~~~

(Arthur's pov, moments before.)

Terzo sat Arthur down at the gazebo bench. The underside of the roof was lined with off white stringed lights. The table was set beautifully. Red rose petals strewn over the black tablecloth, a red pillar candle in the center, and two plates set either side of it.

"So what's this all about?" Asked arthur "rose petals, 'fancy garden settin', this seems like it's more than just meeting this 'papa' feller yer introducing me to."

Arthur didn't like this. Not one bit.

~~~~~

In the heat of their arguing, both men almost failed to notice Copia approaching.

"----Ah! Mi fratello! How are you? This is the man I wanted you to meet! Arthur…?"

"Arthur Morgan."

Arthur wasn't sure what to think about the other man in skull makeup.

"Copia? Are you alright?" Prompted Terzo.

As if he were coming out of a trance, "Ah! Yes I'm alright Terzo, thank you for setting this up!" Copia stuttered.

Copia sat down in front of his date. If his paints were any thinner Arthur would be able to see how red his face was.

"No need to thank me," Terzo smiled. "I'll leave you two be. I'll be back with this evening's dinner."

Arthur was left alone with Copia. He had several questions to ask, but Copia spoke first.

"So, erm… how are you?"

"Besides being a hundred and twen'y years from home? Peachy."

"That's a long way, may I ask where you are from?"

"America."

"Where specifically though? Texas?" Copia questioned further.

"Uhm no, somewhere up north I think." Arthur supplied. He wasn't sure of the modern equivalent to where he's from. The U.S. had changed since 1899.

"You… you don't know?"

"Am I supposed to?" A pause. Arthur broke eye contact. He started to roll a rose petal between his thumb and index finger. "I ain't too familiar with all the states."

Copia was confused. "Wait. How exactly did you arrive at the ministry?"

Arthur shuddered at the memory. "I was… summoned? Well, tha's what I've been told. Did Terzo not tell you anythin' about me?"

Copia was appalled. He was going to have Terzo's head by the end of the night. "No?! You're the summoned man? I thought Terzo would have sent you home by now!"

"Hah! Me too, but apparen'ly it's easier said than done." Arthur said, bitterly.

"Easier said?! Satanas! non posso mai fidarmi di quello stronzo per fare il suo lavoro- oh forgive me. As Papa I should have oversaw your 'de-summoning' or better yet, done it myself."

"How long does it take?"

"To set up? A day, two at most. But, it's best to do a ritual like this on a red moon, and the next one is in…" Copia paused to think. He sighs, "3 months."

Arthur was exasperated. "3 months?!"

"I have arrived with dinner! Are we doing well tonight?" Terzo spoke, cheerfully.

The light from fairy lights above them, and the twilight of the sunset only made the deadly glare on Copia and Arthur's faces look sharper. Terzo set the covered bowl on the table awkwardly, and quickly left.

Copia lifted the lid, revealing a steaming bowl of rigatoni.

"Oh! My favorite! Rigatoni!"

Arthur was unsure of the dish before him. It didn't look familiar at all. "What is this…?" He asked

"Pasta! Have you not had any before?" Copia questioned. He spooned some rigatoni onto his plate, silently wishing that Terzo had brought out the parmesan.

"No, I like to stick t'a what I know."

"Try it then!" Copia encouraged. "It's wonderful! I promise!"

Arthur spooned some pasta onto his plate. The aroma was good, full of tomato and spices. Arthur grabbed his fork, and took a bite.

Fucking delicious.

~~~~~

Nearing the end of dinner, the sound of music broke through the air. A symphonic rendition of 'Life Eternal' came from the ghouls that gathered out on the walkway around the gazebo. Copia looked at Arthur and smiled.

"Would you care for a dance?" He asked.

"I ain't much of a dancer, Copia" Arthur spoke lowly.

"I didn't ask if you could, I asked if you'd like to."

"... Alright."

Copia and Arthur stood from their chairs. Arthur took Copias right hand, and placed his hand on Copias waist. Copia set his free hand on Arthur's shoulder, and looked up at him, his grin becoming wider as they swayed.

Copia didn't realize how tall the cowboy was when he was sitting down. He towered over him at his full height. Copia could feel the rumble in his chest when he spoke.

"What is it they're playin'? It sounds pretty."

"An instrumental of a song of mine. It's a… love song of sorts." Copia felt the back of his neck itch.

"Oh." Arthur broke eye contact and looked over at the band. The two of them swayed in silence. At a crescendo, Arthur let go of Copia's waist and spun him. Copia chuckled.

They started to turn as they swayed, picking their feet up and moving with the beat. Copia began to hum along, and the ghouls continued to play beautifully. The violin in their small orchestra came from a preset on Cumulus' keytar.

Her violin solo floated over the two of them. Arthur became enchanted by the shorter man. He spun him again, and subsequently drew more giggles from him. Arthur smiled at Copia's reaction.

The two of them drew closer, the both of them enjoying each other's presence. Copia squeezed Arthur's hand, and Arthur squeezed back, looking Copia in the eyes. He dipped Copia once the song came to a close.

Copia sang the last line of the song with the violin. The gazebo lights reflected in his eyes like stars, Arthur noticed. Arthur helped Copia stand upright.

"Thank you for the dance caro mio." Copia beamed, still holding Arthur's hand.

"Ts'a, it's nothin'. I… enjoyed it. It was fun" Arthur scratched the back of his neck. He looked bashful. "Wouldn't mind an evening like this again." Copia lit up, excited at the prospect.

The ghouls quietly cheered to themselves. Sodo gave a thumbs up to Terzo, who was watching from afar behind a bush. He pumped his fist in excitement, victory!

~~~~~

[the-gilded]

Oooh now I'm curious what races, classes, and stats the ROs would be in dnd? Also would that match up with the types of characters they would enjoy playing or not?

Oh man, what a can o' worms to open up anon, you have no idea how hard I've been playing Baldur's Gate 3 lately hahaha. I'm using the expanded races here, because it's fun, and because otherwise I think everyone would just be an elf lol.

Ayre:

I'm thinking a Tabaxi (too obvious?) Hexblade Warlock with:

STR 8 DEX 14 CON 9 INT 14 WIS 15 CHA 16

Would they play this? Probably not. I imagine they'd metagame the shit out of a Half-Drow Divine Soul Sorceror if only for the sake of showing that they can, haha.

Jolenn:

Perhaps too obviously, a Satyr College of Glamour Bard with:

STR 10 DEX 14 CON 10 INT 9 WIS 13 CHA 17

Hell yeah they're playing that, I don't think they would ever play anything else, in fact.

Nex:

A little odd, but probably a Water Genasi Circle of the Moon Druid:

STR 16 DEX 12 CON 14 INT 10 WIS 17 CHA 8

They don't wanna play, but if you're going to make them, they'll play this and they'll multiclass into Barbarian for extra murdering power.

Wren:

Harder to place, but likely an Eladrin Circle of the Land Druid with:

STR 8 DEX 12 CON 10 INT 13 WIS 16 CHA 14

They'd probably prefer to play something they think is more fun, like an Arcane Trickster Rogue.

[d-e-w-p]

i. I point a finger and Gene and Simmons. "You ever wonder why we're here?" gets me every time

characters recognising a doppelganger/evil twin/shapeshifting imposter because they know the original so well is such a good trope

[pangur-and-grim]

grr having one of those days where my leg hurts so much that I might use a cane if I go out 💀

[pachix]

https://www.geoguessr.com/vgp/3007

[absentlyabbie]

taking my life into my hands to resurrect this godawful hellpoll and let it run for a week this time

[lunarlegend]

y'know, one thing i don't see get talked about much in regards to asexuality is how it feels to never be 'sexually motivated' by anything

and not just when it comes to advertisements using 'sexy' models to try and sell you stuff, but like. in general

sex as a favor, sex as a bribe, sex in exchange for whatever

casual sex, 'friends with benefits' situations, even simple flirting

it all looks a whole lot different from the perspective of someone who's immune to manipulation via sex appeal, who has virtually no understanding as to why sex would motivate someone to cheat on their partner, etc. etc.

sex is worthless to me

i mean, it's useful as a story element in fiction, but it genuinely perplexes me that sex is such a driving force behind so many aspects of irl society & of people's individual lives, for better or for worse

and that it's so deeply ingrained into how the average person views the world & various situations, because the average person feels sexual attraction, whereas i do not

i think the barrier between aces & allos is actually even deeper than it seems on the surface at times, because it's more than just the grating expectation that everyone must want to 'settle down' and have kids, it's also the fact that the majority of the world is sort of 'in' on a joke that aces will never truly be a part of

[frenchublog]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[ottermatopoeia]

Hello from the bath I absolutely earned today✌️