#ch humans au

[srxchec]

[🇩🇪🇪🇨] Art [CH Alecu; CH Alemania x CH Ecuador]

[universal-casey]

Finally! Ship art! He’s in love :)

[ask-dcf]

Datatale's Message

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For a while now I have not been doing too well. I been dealing with both personal and online problems. Slowly but surely with the help of my friends, family, doctors, and Girlfriend I am beginning of to slowly get better. I can not thank everyone enough for all your love and support. I don't know what I would do without any of you people in my life. In return I asked @xjunjox to make these amazing pictures I wrote up speeches for. I know I have friends who also not been doing too well. So I hope all my characters help you. Just remember to stay safe out there. Much love to all. And thanks again to @xjunjox for the art.

[real-reulbbr-band]

I think Victoria and Rumpleteazer would like museum dates. Victoria likes to observe the intricacies of historical paintings and read about them, while Rumpleteazer likes to boast about how much of a fortune she’d make if she stole the pieces. sometimes even sharing how she’d go about it hypothetically before Victoria shushes her so they don’t get any funny looks or followed by security. Still, the plans are so ridiculous that Victoria can't help but laugh. And Rumpleteazer loves that laugh <3

[bayoubodycount]

Title: Red Sky Morning

Rating: E

Word Count: 38.5k

Chapter 4/11

Characters: Louis de Pointe du Lac, Lestat de Lioncourt, Daniel Molloy, Jonah Macon, Bricktop Williams, Claudia, Madeleine Eparvier, Pandora, Gabrielle de Lioncourt, Daciana, Pierre Roget, Marius de Romanus,  Armand, Sybelle, Benji, Santiago, Eglee, Celeste, Sam, Damek, Rashid, Charlie, Jesse Reeves, Merrick Mayfair 

Ships: Loustat, past Louis/Jonah, past Nicky/Lestat, Nicky/Augustin, Best Friends Louis & Daniel, Louis & Armand, past Marius/Armand, Daniel/Armand, past Claudia/Charlie, Claudeleine, Gabrielle/Pandora, Merrick/Jesse Reeves, Rashid/Damek, Santiago/Celeste/Eglee

Warnings: canon typical violence, homophobic threats & vandalism

Summary: Shrimper Louis is dredging in the bayou dough one evening, when hearing a distress call from a nearby vessel. He drops everything to assist the newest captain in the rinky dink Ragin’ Cajuns fleet, Lestat de Lioncourt. Sparks fly, but it's White Shrimp season in the Gulf states and time, like the shrimp, is gold. Bets have been made and friendly competition is high, to see who brings in the most shrimp by season's end. But lately the body count is rising almost as fast as their fishing quotas and the bayou is steeped in suspicion, ever leery of giving up her secrets. If the fleet can figure out who or what is behind the murders then no matter who wins the season, Louis and Lestat might just find the best catch of all.

**Deadliest Catch/Ragin' Cajuns AU**

[flywolf33]

TMITDE Ch 14

This could not have happened at a worse time. Alastor had done very little the last several days other than read and reread every article he could find about the discovered bodies - his bodies, that he’d been so confident were well and truly hidden. From what he could gather they’d found a different body not far from his own dumping ground, and their investigations led them to some of the remains the swamp hadn’t swallowed. Years worth of carpet bags filled with soil and bones. A misplaced knife - one Alastor was certain did not belong to him, as he’d immediately checked his supply upon reading about it.

Of course it was Angel’s. Or, Angel had used it when he killed and attempted to dismember his attacker. Attempted poorly it seemed, since it had been discovered so quickly despite how deep in the bayou it had been. How unfortunate the thug had taken him so close to Alastor’s dumping ground.

It certainly made cleaning up the whole mess all the more complicated.

Alastor was furious of course. Had he not already agreed to help Angel he would have left the boy to dry and found a way to pin all the murders on him. Whether or not he was old enough to have committed the older murders was irrelevant; even if they found anything from the early years those would most certainly be degraded enough to be inadmissible.

Or so Alastor thought. He didn’t dare look further into it; not with all eyes on the incident. Viewership for his show increased, however. Everybody wanted to tune in for the latest updates and Alastor was happy to give it to them. If he had a tad more information than the other sources… it was never enough to be suspicious. He was very careful to toe the line.

The show did turn out to be a bright spot. The bid closed the day after the serial killer story broke and Alastor was surprised to find another company had swooped in and outbid VoxTech at the last moment. He’d laughed for several minutes when he heard; he could imagine Vox’s face turning puce with rage at being thwarted once again. Another win for the Hartfelts. Alastor had never heard of the company that took over and he didn’t have time to look into them at the moment. All he needed to know was that his show was safe and, as an added bonus, he got a raise.

He’d made his maman’s gumbo in celebration, and even Charlie didn’t question what meat he chose to use for it.

Despite the risk, Alastor still needed to work out how to clean up Angel’s mess and keep him out of the detectives’ eyes. That meant tracking down anyone who might know he’d been with the victim that night - and that meant stalking Valentino’s goons on a side of town he rarely went to. He didn’t dare drive; better to walk and be able to slip quietly away when needed than draw more attention to himself. He could always call Rosie to pick him up if he needed.

Shortly after lunch, while Alastor’s current target was smoking on the corner, a flash of blond hair caught his attention. He shouldn’t be surprised to see Lucifer here; it was a more affluent neighborhood after all, and hopefully that meant he was about on his own business and not following him again. That would be hard to explain.

Alastor slipped back into a narrow alleyway to watch him. Lucifer stood in front of the theater, clearly watching for someone, and Alastor couldn’t help a lurch of jealousy in his stomach at the thought that the man might have other friends to spend time with.

Him, jealous? What a ridiculous notion.

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[flywolfwriting]

TMITDE Ch 11

Alastor stormed into the kitchen, flinging his coat over the back of his chair and yanking open the fridge. Charlie jumped, immediately shrinking back into her seat. He knows! she thought, wondering how much trouble she would be in for her meeting. Lucifer was still out of town; he had warned her he would be for a couple weeks - something about work - so that would give her time to talk Alastor out of hurting him. But how?

“Alastor, dear, whatever is the matter?” Rosie said, rushing into the room.

“They're selling the station,” he snarled, slapping his selected flank cut on the counter and ripping open the packaging. A wave of relief washed over her until she fully processed what he’d said.

Rosie’s eyes widened and she and Charlie shared a panicked look. “To who?” she asked.

“It’s up for bid,” Alastor said without looking up from dicing the meat with more aggression than necessary. “Right now the leading offer is fucking VoxTech.”

Rosie gasped.

“VoxTech?” Charlie asked hesitantly. The name sounded vaguely familiar but she wasn’t sure of its significance.

“A rival company,” Rosie explained. “They prefer televised media.”

“And it’s run by Vox,” Alastor said savagely.

“The man’s already dead,” Rosie said, and it took Charlie a moment to realize she meant the man who’s meat Alastor was currently mincing.

“He’ll shut down my show,” Alastor said. “He’ll close the entire station.”

“You don’t know that,” Charlie said soothingly. “Maybe he’ll just leave your show alone.”

“He won’t. He’s been waiting for a chance like this for years!”

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[cyberllfe]

made for me

(E, Nines/Fem!Reader, human!au, baby it’s all buildup and smut, tailor!Nines) — work in progress

“Is this the place?”

“Yep.” Kara nudges your arm to encourage you to cross the empty street. “Come on. You’ve kept us waiting long enough.”

It’s a lot more modern than you expected. When Kara had explained the event preparation, the guest list, the dress code, and followed it by offering to find a recommended tailor, you’d imagined something quaint. Gold fastenings, wooden furniture. Maybe a little old man with wispy hair, a long tape measure and well-worn patience.

“Not my fault. I didn’t think it’d be so damn fancy.”

You did not expect the brightly lit glass frontage, the fabrics draped in artistic lines and swirls over the mannequin in the window, pinned so the shimmering hues spilled from formless fluidity to elegant shape, immaculate folds and cascades of rich colour in every shade.

“A friend recommended him,” North shrugs. “Small business, but an excellent reputation.”

Beyond the window, you glimpse three loitering shapes in a floor-length mirror—the dull reflection of yourself and your companions, swaying in the winter cold, the slightly snowy world behind you a haze of grey at a distance, only broken by the occasional passing car.

“Hurry up,” Kara throws you a smile when halfway through the door, a small, old-fashioned bell chiming gently above her as she pushes it open. “We’ve got plenty to—”

“Oh… wow.”

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[gloomforrestrunes]

kane would make great makeup tutorials fr

you're so right. he'd have a secret makeup youtube channel with a not super great camera quality but he makes up with his charisma. its like one of those channels you come across with a low subscriber count but somehow he's the only channel that has the tutorial you specifically need

[sapphireginger]

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #12

Summary:

Derek is in the kitchen humming while he washes dishes and Cora wants to know—“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Damn it gremlin!” Derek snaps, startled. “I’ll have you know that I am still me.”

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Derek is in the kitchen humming while he washes dishes and Cora wants to know—“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Damn it gremlin!” Derek snaps, startled. “I’ll have you know that I am still me.”

“Yeah. I mean you look like my brother and well, I would know. After all, I see the female you when I look in the mirror but this whole thing going on with your face is like way more intense than usual. Someone had a good date then.”

Derek’s ears darken and his cheeks flush. “It was really good, Cora. He’s…” he trails off, smiling dopily. “He’s amazing.”

Cora smiles and snags a banana. “So…” she trails off.

“I really like him, Cora-Bear,” Derek whispers.

The raw emotion in his voice combined with her childhood nickname, tells Cora everything she needs to know. She kisses her brother’s cheek and then hops up on the counter. “Okay. So, are you guys dating? Are you going to see him again? Do I need to give him the shotgun talk?”

“No talk but…” Derek nods. “Yeah. We’re going to go to a movie this weekend and dinner Wednesday night. He also said I can stop by work whenever. If that all goes well, then we’ll have dinner at the diner with the kids.”

“Wow. That’s amazing, Der.”

Derek grins as he puts the dishes in the cupboard. “Thanks gremlin.” He leans back against the sink. “I can’t believe we can finally stay here.”

Cora tosses the banana peel in the trash and sends a smile in his direction. “Me too. No offense to the hotel but I wanted to be here in our house. So, what’s he like?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“Uh, yes! Hence why I asked little bro.”

“Well that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Cora pouts. “I will find out.”

Derek smirks. “I’m sure you will. In time.”

They stare at each other, each waiting for the other to concede but Cora breaks first. “Oh fine you spoil sport. As long as he’s nothing like Ashley and he’s not because he actually showed up, then I approve.”

Derek sobers and nods in agreement. “Yeah. He’s definitely nothing like Ashley.”

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Past: Six Years Ago

Derek is running late for work and hurriedly locks his door only to come to a full stop on his front porch when he notices a basket. He hears a soft cry and realizes there is a baby in the basket. He sees an envelope on top and picks it up.

When he opens the letter, he finds a birth certificate, official relinquishing of parental rights paperwork and a note. It takes a moment to sink in and he leans down to scoop up the baby, while the words of the letter swirl in his mind.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔,

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 ��𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!

- 𝙰𝚜𝚑

He sways back and forth with the baby to help keep him asleep. The letter is from a one night stand he had a little over a year ago. The baby can’t be more than six months old. He makes an executive decision to take the bus to the hospital.

On the way there he calls Cora and then calls his boss.

The hospital nurse takes his blood and the baby’s blood to test the DNA. Then, they leave him cradling the baby in one of the rooms. He doesn’t know how much time passes between them drawing blood and getting the results but when he hears that this little six month old baby boy is really and truly his, nothing else matters.

“Hey little one. I’m your daddy,” he whispers, brushing the knuckle of his index finger against the baby’s cheek as he sways, uncaring of the tears slipping down his cheeks. Derek’s son—his SON—is perfect.

“Mr. Hale?” a voice says from the doorway.

Derek tilts his head in acknowledgment but doesn’t take his eyes off of his son. “Hm?”

“Mr. Hale!” the voice snaps.

This makes Derek tense and look over. “Yes?”

A short, plump woman stands staring him down, or trying to. “My name is Sara Lewis. I work for Child Protective Services.”

Derek holds his son closer. “I see. What can I help you with?”

She smirks and opens her mouth to answer but falters when Cora pushes past her in a hurry. “I’m Mr. Hale’s lawyer. Here are the forms proving this child is his. Here are copies of the birth certificate and documents clearly showing that the mother chose to sign her rights away. If you feel the need to further press your luck, you can call our main branch. As for me and Mr. Hale, we’ll be leaving now.”

Derek watches the whole thing in amused appreciation and when Cora ushers him out of the room, he quickly goes and they head to her car. “Thank you, Cora.”

She gestures to the backseat where a car seat is all ready to go for the baby. “You’re welcome. Let’s go home.”

As they drive to Derek’s home, he can’t take his eyes off the sleeping baby. “He’s perfect. Have you ever seen anything more perfect?”

Cora grins as they pull up to the house. “Never.” She turns off the car and turns to look at her brother, both of them ignoring the For Sale sign in the yard and what that could have meant if they’d already moved when the baby was abandoned.

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Derek is never far from his son whom he names Ezekiel. Cora offers to drive the car up since hers was a rental and he gratefully accepts, eager to begin their lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Derek has been offered a job as a kindergarten teacher and it’s even better now that he knows there’s a daycare as well.

Little Zeke grows up in Atlanta and is so much like his daddy. He’s all smiles and giggles. Derek has never been happier and when he gets another, better, job offer for a teaching position in Charlottesville, Virginia, a month after Zeke’s sixth birthday, he eagerly accepts.

Zeke picks out the color pastel green for his bedroom walls and gets bedding with tigers on it for his bed. They make their house a home just like they did in Atlanta, only this time Zeke has a bigger hand in how things look.

It’s nearly the middle of August when they are finally settled in. They’ll have to spend a couple nights at a hotel while the electric company makes their final check but otherwise they’re all set.

It’s while they’re trying to choose a movie that Zeke asks a fateful question. “Daddy, can we go play here?”

Derek looks at the tablet to see what his son is asking about. He’s surprised but exchanges a look with Cora, the both of them smiling.

“Please, Daddy? It looks like a lot of fun.”

Cora grins at her brother and Derek can’t help it when he says, “I don’t see why not.” He takes a seat next to Zeke and looks at the website. “Let’s see just what Howlin' Heights is.”

[skykiuwu]

Returning to the Cuphead spn AU for a little here

[srxchec]

[🇩🇪🇪🇨] Art [CH Alecu; CH Alemania x CH Ecuador

[universal-casey]

Not my original plan but… I think it’s cute at least :)

[ask-dcf]

Imma do a safe thing. For 3 asks and ONLY 3 asks. Shift!Chara sees Data in his human form. Only Shift!Chara can see him this way. Have fun. :D

*Her eyes began to burn for a sec. Immediately she rubs her eyes*

*Data looks at her and sets book down to check on her*

*Oh no he's HOOOOOT!*

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Human Data will be seen now in asks involving him for three asks.... have fun~ :D

Art by @xjunjox

[real-reulbbr-band]

Victoria has a whole skincare routine just to keep herself from breaking out meanwhile Plato just uses water and has the clearest skin she’s ever seen

[mellowsmuses]

“Hunter, Luz, Look! So teethy. Bite! Bite!”