#he's an absolute softie

[loadinghellsing]

what's your favorite Anderson headcanon?

while I have a lot of random Anderson headcanons... my absolute favorite has to be him having a soft spot for animals

since they fall along the lines of innocent creatures that can do no wrong- which I feel fits along the lines of his orphanage work. Picking stray kids and stray cats off the streets, just Anderson and his pack of strays <3

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

that post that basically said suits was about how the entire elite male population is desperate to fuck harvey but the only guy he wants to fuck is mike, who refuses to fuck him? i think about it constantly.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Levi with Twin Daughters Headcanons

➼ absolutely SPOILS them. like if it's a modern!au, he'll be at the store with them because you had to work and he offered to take them grocery shopping so you wouldn't have to worry about a sitter, and he figured that since it's just groceries, they wouldn't be too whiney about not getting a toy. although he says no at first because they already have a shitton of toys at home, as soon as they collectively say "daddy please", he gives in, and whatever caught their eye is coming home with him

➼ they'll learn very quickly how to tug at levi's heartstrings. if they ask you for something and you say no and won't budge, you can be fairly certain that they're going to run to levi and ask for the exactly same thing and 80% of the time, they can rope him into saying yes

➼ when you catch them giving him a tough time and give them the talk, he'll give you an exasperated look afterwards, waving off your own look of skepticism when he denies spoiling them. if you mention them being whiney just to get his attention or get him to do something, he'll immediately point out that they got that trait from you

➼ around the age of 5-10 is the worst for him. that's the age in which they are MASTER manipulators of him. they know how to tug at his heart strings, are able to pick up what things he'll say yes to when you'll say no and although he's constantly telling them to quit pestering you when you say no, he already internally knows that it's only a matter of time before they turn around and try to get him to say yes

➼ they're constantly competing for his attention. if one brings home a good grade from school and shows him, the other has to one-up them and show off her grade too. although levi makes it quite blatant that he'll love them regardless of their individual accomplishments, they look up to him quite a bit and will always want to bring something home to impress him.

[wyvernspirit]

I know most people want gentleman Husk to Angel

But I would like to argue back that gentleman Angel?? Kissing Husks knuckle after he gives him a drink? Making him a fully homemade (Italian) dinner with drinks? So many ideas I have

(the superior answer is that it's both of them in different ways at different times and everyone around them is honestly jealous) ((and wants them to finally kiss god dammit))

[keigohawks]

i need like a protective guard dog logan fic...

little angsty near death experience coupled with slight amnesia. logan has feelings but neither of you got to express that yet before the incident. you cant remember who he is but you feel safe around him so while logan tries to rebuild his friendship with you he swears to protect you. some nights he will stay up late, sitting at your desk, reading a book or listening to music just so he could make sure you sleep through the night. he walks you to class. goes on missoons with you. he has nightmares sometimes abt not being able to save you. he just wants you to know you're safe.

actually gonna start fucking crying over this god damnit

[vllergy]

painkillers

vesen request, 2.1 k, cold fic ty to @scatter-snz for this elite prompt i hope this is what u had in mind!!! jin-young is a cop (he has the kink because of who i am as a person) vesen is a big tall hot alien assassin aliens and humans are working together but it's still pretty new and things are awkward jin and vesen 100% fall in love with each other eventually that's basically all you need to know

It's Jin's first day being back after a record two days off. In his six years on the force, he can't remember the last time he took actual sick leave. To be fair, he doesn't get sick that often and when he does, he's aways been the type to grin and bear it. Part upbringing, part police conditioning. If you're not dead, you're fit to serve. Or at least that's the way it always has been. The Kheelen changed that. Human officers aren't spread thin these days due to the partnering initiative. So his cases that would have once fallen to the wayside in his absence now fall to his partner, Vesen. And he's expected to trust that his taciturn, ill-mannered Kheelen counterpart can handle that shit on his own when Jin is otherwise indisposed.

For the most part, Jin does. Vesen may be an ass, but he's a competent investigator. Unfortunately, he and Jin's methods when it comes to gathering information are still wildly disparate. Something he knew, but didn't truly understand the consequences of until now as he sits across their latest subject in the interrogation room.

In the two days Jin took to nurse the cold from hell, it seems Vesen has taken it upon himself to put the fear of God into this man.

The man is visibly sweating. His eyes are only focused on Jin, though every so often they twitch Vesen's direction only to snap back as if his very image is a chemical burn. His cuffed hands tremble on the steel surface of the table and he picks at his cuticles the longer they sit there. Jin doesn't blame him, necessarily. Vesen is, objectively, terrifying. Even just sitting like this you can tell he's the apex predator in the room. He's so much bigger than both Jin and the other man--he overpowers the chair and the room itself, looking comically oversized for the entire thing. Jin thinks all the Kheelen look a little silly in the human precinct, actually. Crunching themselves into tiny desks, massive hands cupping small coffee mugs, ducking under doorways--it'd be laughable if they weren't all sure the Kheelen would crush their skulls for even a giggle about it. Jin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Intimidating is usually an advantage in an interrogation, but whatever Vesen's done to this guy over the past two days has pushed it over the line. He's not just intimidated, he's shitting his pants. There's no way they're getting through to him now. And frankly? Jin is too tired to rectify the situation. He's still not feeling great. His head is fuzzy and dulled, his painkillers are wearing off, and part of him knows he should be back in bed. But he's legitimately worried Vesen will frighten this man to death if he leaves him alone with him for any longer, and that's a bad look for everyone. Sniffing softly, Jin blinks and tries another tactic. "We want to help you, Anish."

Vesen scoffs at this, and Jin just barely manages not to roll his eyes. "But you have to give us something to work with," he continues.

Anish shivers and shakes his head, "It doesn't matter! You know it doesn't! These bastards are taking over and they're just pretending to play nice until they don't have to anymore." Oh boy, here we go. Vesen's hackles rise, just as Jin expects. The alien leans forward, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Artificial light flickers over his lilac skin and makes his dark hair shine like ink. "You dare insinuiate my people are not here out of good faith?" he hisses, sharp canines flashing, "When you are accused of aiding in a terrorist attack against them?" Jin reaches out for his arm. Down, boy. His fingers drift over steel muscle beneath Vesen's uniform as he tries to tug him back into his seat. He's about to say something to try and reign him in when he realizes with sudden horror that he's about to sneeze instead. "Hhh?" He quickly turns away, angling himself away from the table and steepling his hands over his nose and mouth. His eyebrows crash together as an embarrassingly sharp breath snags in his lungs before-- "chhSH’iew!!"

And it's never just one. "CHshISHh’iu!"

Two is actually pretty good for him, especially with this fucking cold. He gives a tentative sniffle before raising his head and clearing his throat. The tickle abates for the moment, but he can feel it buzzing dully in the back of his sinuses, tickling in the corners of his eyes. Ordinarily, he wouldn't care. Sneezing in public isn't his favorite thing, given how he feels about the activity in general, but he's never been good at stifling so it's not something that can be avoided. But sneezing in front of Vesen is a new hell in and of itself. Without even looking, he can feel the intensity of his partner's gaze on him and it makes heat begin to crawl up his throat. Fucking hell. "Excuse me," he says with a soft sniff and clears his throat again.

At the very least, he's dispelled the tension. "Arguing about who started what or whose intentions are genuine isn't going to get us anywhere. So let's not even get into that," he says, sending Vesen a warning glance. Vesen, he suddenly notes, is staring directly at his nose. For some reason that revelation sets off a nuclear detonation in Jin's lower belly and all the blood in his body rushes south. Self-consciously, Jin rubs at his nostrils and tries to think about anything else. But that only aggravates the dormant tickle, and he has to press his tongue to the roof of his mouth to curb the impulse. "Fine," Vesen hisses, turning his eyes back to Anish, "Then let us stick to the facts." Anish gulps. Jin strokes a finger down the datapad in front of him, bringing up a few files. They could pin Anish with his money transfer trail. Or his text messages. He and Vesen haven't which way they were going to do this--they hardly ever agree anyway--but he shifts the pad closer to his partner so that he can look too. "The facts are, you are a coward, Anish," Vesen suddenly purrs, "And you will not survive a week in prison if I put you there." Jin could strangle him. He does roll his eyes this time and looks toward the ceiling, as if asking some higher power for the strength not to. "What my partner means is that you nee--" The bright lights overhead tease the last bit of the tickle out at the most inopportune time. The fuzzy, static feeling inside his head snaps like someone struck a bolt of lightning into the middle of his face. He whips to the side, his elbow in front of him and his hand braced on his opposite shoulder. "Hh--excuse meehh'IIsHH!"

He mists the inside of his elbow, shakes his head softly and then gears up for another. His breath stumbles, eyelashes fluttering. "Are you going to continue sneezing?" Vesen deadpans. "Hhhuh?" Jin blinks blearily, his cheeks going red as he tries--unsuccessfully--to pinch off the next one, "nnTTchSHH'iu!"

"Madrax. What is that inane human saying? Bless you, Jin-young."

Vesen stands as Jin pulls a crumpled tissue from his pocket and tends to his nose. In the next second, he feels his collar being tugged and himself yanked up from his chair. Feet stumbling under him, he struggles to get his balance for a moment until Vesen's large hand steadies him at the small of his back. Vesen's low voice simmers with what sounds distinctly like a threat, "We will return, Anish. Make yourself comfortable."

Then, before Jin knows what's happening, he's being guided out of the interrogation room and back into the hall. The door shuts and Vesen's hand retreats from his back. In a moment, the alien is towering before him, arms crossed over his broad chest and staring down imperiously at him. "Jin-young," he says disapprovingly. Jin blows his nose softly and retrieves another crumpled tissue. "Vesen."

"You are still ill." "I'm on the tail end of it."

"I do not wish to work with you when you are not well."

Jin scoffs, dabbing at his red nostrils, "I thought the Kheelen didn't get sick. I'm pretty sure you can't catch this."

"It is not my well-being I am concerned for."

Jin's eyebrows shoot skyward. Vesen, concerned for someone besides himself? No fucking way. He might have said as much if his nostrils didn't suddenly swell double. He crushes the tissue to his nose and mouth to muffle a tired sneeze.

"hdj'SHMMf!!"

"Bless you."

Jin blinked and gasped, "Hh'chhmpf!"

"Bless you."

Jin adjusts the tissue to try and find a dry spot, missing the next sneeze entirely and directing it to the floor. "You don't have to say it every ti-hiime--hhCH'ISSH'iu!"

"And why not? Bless you. You said it is something humans say when another sneezes. You are sneezing, are you not?"

Jin blushes darkly as he attends to his nose. Does Vesen have any idea what he was doing to him? Clearly not, or else he'd be raking him over the fucking coals for it. But somehow him being oblivious is making it so much worse. "Look who's suddenly so concerned over human-Kheelen relations," Jin gripes hoarsely, trying desperately to deflect. Anything to stop talking about him sneezing and Vesen blessing him. He'd rather be waterboarded. "You should go home, Jin-young." "And leave you to eat our sole witness alive? I don't think so." Vesen bristled, "You doubt my abilities."

"If we were torturing the guy? Not for a second. But we're trying to get him to talk to us, Ves." "Ah yes, and sneezing at him incessantly is doing the job just as well. Perhaps there is some merit to that," Vesen leans forward, grinning, "You look so unspeakably pathetic that he might take pity on you and finally tell us the truth."

Jin tosses his sodden tissues in the nearby wastebin and scrubs at his face.

"Fuck you," he groans, "Can we just go back and get this over with?"

"No, you are going home."

Vesen grabs his upper arm, his grip like a vice. Jin never really forgets how strong the Kheelen are, but every so often a brazen display hubles him completely. Vesen steers him effortlessly back down the hall without any hope of him struggling against him. "Wait, Vesen, c'mon--" He struggles anyway, just on principle. But a moment later he yanks on his grip unintentionally as he wrenches away from him with another ill-timed sneeze. "Hh'CHISSihuh!" He nearly bends double on that one and Vesen abruptly pulls him to a stop. The alien holds fast to his arm as if he can sense that Jin is going to lose his balance if he's not tethered to anything. "hah'hhCHHishh! iSSCchuh!" His ears begin to ring. Distantly, he's aware of Vesen's other hand bracing against his shoulder. That second point of contact sets his blood on fire. Before he can think too hard about that, another sneeze tickles the inside of his sinuses and he attempts to smother it with his free hand, "PpshhiSHHch!"

"Bless you," Vesen sighs as Jin straightens back up wearily, "Are you finished?"

"Yes," Jin lies and then shakes his head rapidly, turning away and pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "NnghsSHH'iu!"

Vesen taps his shoulder. It almost feels...sympathetic?

"Go home, Jin-young. I will wait until you are well again to interrogate our witness."

Jin sniffles and glances up with watering eyes. "W-wait, really?" It's an unexpected gesture of charity from Vesen who has been historically uncharitable all the time he's known him. He narrows his glassy eyes, skeptical. Or at least, he tries to look skeptical despite the fact that his heart is in his throat because Vesen is still holding onto him and just watched him sneeze his head off with rapt, disgustingly erotic attention. "What's the catch?" "There is no catch. Just go before I lose my patience," Vesen said.

Jin knows better than to argue with that. Vesen is someone who loses his patience extraordinarily quickly, and it's never pretty. If he's giving him an out, Jin might as well take it.

Sniffling, Jin nods and gives him a tiny salute, "Thanks, Ves."

Vesen finally lets go of him. He grunts in response, gives him one last unreadable glance, and then turns on his heel. Before Jin can say anything else, his impossibly tall figure disappears back down the hall towards the interrogation room.

Jin isn't totally sure, but he thinks Vesen might not be such a bad guy after all.

That, and he's suddenly unreasonably horny.

[betelgeusing]

I like Cicero almost the most because he positions himself as the tough guy providing all the much-needed reality checks but then he sinks hundreds of thousands of dollars into a restaurant just because carmy and syd and sug looked at him with big wet eyes and asked him to

[flashhwing]

Yeah gonna be real with you I do not think that Astarion is going to be eating any rodents ever again no matter who brings them to him

[daz4i]

dan heng does make me insane ngl

[somebluemelodies]

looking at cellbit’s stream title and it’s like i am more than willing to bet that within at least a week of q!Cellbit’s return, Empanada is gonna become one of his favorite eggs i’m calling it now

[sharonisthebettercarter]

"then real polite like, tell 'em ya gotta take a fat shit"

BILLYYYYYYYYYYY--

[underhanded-lamb]

I had angst to post, but I've been kinda going through it so instead I post fluff to cope :')

Sunny's not one to cry, but Moon had enough happy sobs for the both of them /// they're so happy and they don't even know they're about to lose everything

✧⁠˖⁠♡ like my art? reblog, don't repost ✧⁠*⁠。

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[krishna-sangini]

I really love this incident from Ramayana. The one where Shri Ram catches the little squirrel doing its best to help build the setu to Lanka. Like, it really justifies how He notices even the tiniest effort we make to go towards Him.

He acknowledges it and takes one step towards us too. And that one step is equal to a hundred...✨

[daybreakrising]

rereading hc posts as i work on the muse masterposts and

a.yato never asks for the details, and t.homa never gives them. the commissioner doesn’t need to know where the bodies are buried to know they won’t be found.

i still love this line so much

[outer-andromeda]

Some "Beej being soft for Veda" content because we love these dorks

(Obviously, proshippers DNI, please do not ship these two, that's just gross.)

[naomiknight-17]

I am still waiting on final confirmation for the kitten adoption, but they did tell me that if I am selected, I can pick her up this coming Saturday

But like I may have mentioned, she's out of town. I'd need a ride to go get her

So I asked my Dad yesterday like, "Are you busy next Saturday? Could you drive me to (town) in the late afternoon?"

And his response was along the lines of "What? At that time on a Saturday? No, I have things to do. I don't like driving out of town at that time of day, the traffic will be bad. Forget it."

So I was like, okay. I'll figure something else out

But I ended up telling him all about the kitten anyway and how cute she was and the little bit of back story I knew and all, and he asks

"So when did you get this kitten?"

"... I don't have her yet. If I do get her, it'll be Saturday the 17th. That's why I need a ride to (town)."

"Oh. Well. Call me on Thursday and I'll see if I can drive you."

Hilarious how his tune changes when there's a cute kitty involved