#family moments

[meshlact9901]

Three beautiful emotional moments, missing Wrecker and Echo one, and a beautiful natural background.

Okay, this is the Wrecker one 😭

and Echo's 🥹

[misfitdragonlennon]

Don’t be a bad influence to the Moth, Teth and Tsadi!

[aventurineswife]

aventurine and whatever characters you wanna add with a wife reader and child

aventurine (and other characters) pretend to be santa and deliver presents for their kid on christmas eve :3

their kid will catch them in the act and ask if its really santa (they totally are, dont crush a kid's dreams on santa (i learned the hard way he wasnt real 😔))

-:3 anon

Special Gift from Santa!

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Family Moments, Fatherhood, Winter Special, Heartwarming, Romance.

A/N: I can't believe people still think Santa is real 💀... Like damn, i already knew santa wasn't real as a child and was rather a made up character/mascot but still its funny. Thank God, I didn't go through that just to get my heart broken lol 😪 sorry for your loss tho🫂

Christmas Eve aboard your cozy little ship felt magical. The soft hum of the engines blended with the quiet crackle of a small holographic fireplace. Strings of colorful lights flickered, casting warmth across the room. Your child had insisted on hanging their handmade decorations all over the cabin. Their innocent excitement over Santa Claus��s impending arrival filled your heart with joy—and Boothill’s too, though he’d never admit it outright.

“I still think this whole ‘Santa’ thing is ridiculous,” Boothill grumbled under his breath, adjusting the red hat atop his white hair. He was dressed in a mismatched Santa suit you’d cobbled together from spare fabric: a red jacket (barely hiding his mechanical torso), a black belt, and fuzzy white cuffs. “They’re too smart for this kinda stuff.”

You smirked, watching as he held a small sack of presents. “Oh, come on, Boot. They believe in Santa. Just this once, let them have the magic.”

He huffed, shark-like teeth flashing in a reluctant grin. “Fine. But if I get caught, it’s on you.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “You’ll do great.”

The ship was quiet except for the sound of Boothill’s spurs softly jingling as he tiptoed into their room. The sack slung over his shoulder shifted slightly as he crouched down by the small Christmas tree you’d set up at the foot of their bed. The dim glow of the tree lights reflected in his black, aim-marked eyes.

He carefully began pulling out the gifts you’d wrapped together: a handmade doll, a small toolkit, and a bundle of colorful space-themed storybooks. Boothill placed them beneath the tree, his mechanical hand moving with a surprising gentleness.

But as he straightened, a small voice broke the silence.

“Santa?”

Boothill froze. Turning slowly, he saw them sitting up in bed, their wide, sleepy eyes sparkling with wonder. They clutched their blanket tightly, staring at him in awe.

For a moment, Boothill panicked internally. Do I tell them? No, I can’t crush their dreams. Play it cool, cowboy.

He straightened his hat, giving them a toothy grin. “Ho ho ho, kiddo,” he said, his gruff voice deepening into a surprisingly convincing Santa impression. “You caught me.”

Their eyes lit up. “It is you! I knew you’d come!” They scrambled out of bed and ran to him, throwing their arms around his legs.

Boothill blinked, momentarily stunned by the hug, then gently patted their head. “Y-Yeah, uh, Santa always keeps his promises.”

They looked up at him, their expression serious. “Are you really Santa? You look kinda… like my dad.”

Boothill crouched down, meeting their gaze. “I get that a lot,” he said, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Your dad’s a real good guy, huh? Maybe that’s why I wanted to visit you special tonight. You’ve been real good this year.”

They beamed, their earlier suspicion forgotten. “Did you see my wish list?”

“Sure did,” Boothill said, reaching into the sack and pulling out one of the gifts. “This one’s from the top of the list, right?”

They gasped, their tiny hands trembling as they accepted the gift. “You’re the best, Santa!”

Once they had fallen asleep again, Boothill returned to the main cabin, his hat slightly askew and a soft smile lingering on his face.

“How’d it go?” you asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Kid bought it,” Boothill said, his tone half-joking but tinged with pride. “Didn’t even flinch when I said I looked like their dad.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. “I told you you’d make a great Santa.”

Boothill shook his head, glancing toward their room. “That little one of ours… they deserve the whole galaxy.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest. “They’ve already got it, Boot. They’ve got you.”

And for the first time in years, on that quiet Christmas Eve, Boothill felt a warmth in his heart that even revenge couldn’t match.

Snowflakes drifted gently outside the window, their crystalline patterns catching the soft glow of the streetlights. Inside the cozy warmth of their home, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. Aventurine, adorned in an elaborate Santa costume—complete with a fluffy red coat, a crooked white beard, a golden bell tied to his wrist, and a festive Santa mask that concealed his unmistakable features—was crouched beside the glittering Christmas tree. His eyes, barely visible through the mask’s cutouts, gleamed mischievously as he carefully arranged the gifts.

His wife, you, leaned against the doorway, stifling a laugh at the sight. "You look ridiculous," you whispered, your arms crossed playfully.

Aventurine looked up, feigning mock insult. "Ridiculous? My dear, I am a vision of holiday cheer and generosity. This costume cost more than the tree itself. It’s haute couture Santa."

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think it’s wonderful that you’re doing this for our little one. But try not to wake them, alright? They’ll figure it out one day, and I’d rather it not be tonight."

Aventurine gave a dramatic bow. "Fear not, my darling. I am as silent as a card sliding into the slot of a roulette table. Luck favors me, after all."

You sighed fondly and retreated to the bedroom, leaving him to his antics.

As Aventurine carefully placed the final gift under the tree, a soft rustling sound made him freeze. Turning his head slowly, he saw a pair of wide, curious eyes peeking out from the staircase.

"Santa?" the small voice whispered.

Aventurine's heart nearly skipped a beat. His child—a miniature whirlwind of joy and mischief—was clutching their favorite stuffed animal, their little face glowing with wonder in the dim light.

Straightening his hat and beard, Aventurine gave the most convincing "Ho ho ho!" he could muster. "Indeed, it is I, Santa Claus! And who might you be, little one?"

The child’s face lit up as they descended the stairs cautiously. "I’m [Child’s Name]! You… you’re really real?"

Aventurine knelt down, adjusting the mask to keep his disguise intact. "Oh, of course I am! How else would these presents get here? Magic reindeer and all that, you know." He tapped the side of his mask conspiratorially.

They tilted their head, scrutinizing him. "But… you have Papa’s smile."

Aventurine inwardly cursed his expressive features but quickly recovered. "Ah, clever observation! You see, your papa is on my ‘Nice’ list every year. We share a bit of Christmas spirit—it’s why my smile looks so familiar."

The child beamed, satisfied with the explanation. "Did the reindeer really fly you here?"

"Absolutely," Aventurine replied, his tone solemn as he leaned in closer. "And let me tell you a secret—they love carrots and sugar cubes. So, if you leave them out next year, they’ll be extra fast."

The child’s awe was palpable. "I will! But… why are you still here? Don’t you have more presents to deliver?"

Aventurine smiled beneath the mask, feeling a warmth he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge. "I do, but I had to make sure the most special house on my list got the perfect gifts." He gently booped their nose.

The child giggled and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Santa."

Aventurine's chest tightened at the pure innocence of the moment. He hugged them back, careful not to break the illusion.

When the child finally went back to bed, clutching their stuffed animal and wearing a smile bright enough to rival the stars, Aventurine stood and adjusted his costume. You returned quietly, your eyes soft as you took in the scene.

"That was... beautiful," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

Aventurine chuckled softly, pulling you close. "Sometimes, the greatest gamble isn’t in the game but in the act of keeping the magic alive."

You kissed his cheek through the mask, feeling the silly fabric against your lips. "Merry Christmas, my gambler."

"And to you, my darling. Now, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we’ll have to deal with the chaos of unwrapping."

As the two of you retreated, Aventurine couldn’t help but glance back at the tree, feeling a rare sense of peace. For all his risks, for all his calculations, this moment—this joy—was worth more than any gamble he’d ever won.

I don't know if you guys ever saw that meme but it was something like “I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus” but it's actually the dad dressed up as santa and I kept thinking about it while writing this, maybe I'll write something with that prompt? 🤷‍♀️

[regnumveritatis]

'Perseleia teaches her son Asclepius to speak with birds'. Whilst not one of her domains, the goddess taught any and every subject possible to her son so none could doubt his education. The artist chose a smaller bird than Perseleia's sacred animal the albatross to better highlight the human figures.

Real painting name is 'Her Favorite Pet' made in 1848 by Pierre Olivier Joseph Cooman

[thepastisalreadywritten]

💙🫶💙

[bigassmoonchild]

this may have been in my head for a few days

but

everyone thinking simons in charge in the household and that hes the one to tell off the kids and everything but they find out that no hes the laid back parent and the head of the household is this 5 foot 8 woman who ends up keeping the boys in line and simons just there smirking at them for thinking he was the bossy one

i keep saying i love the ideas you guys have, but you all are honestly doing so good with these (keep them coming, i'll try to actually answer my inbox when i don't feel like dogwater <3)

you'd bugged and pestered and fought simon for nearly two weeks before he'd finally allowed you to invite the 141 for dinner. 'i just want to meet your other family, si,' you whispered to him one night. 'just wanna know the people who are saving your ass,' and he huffed and nudged you.

after weeks of fighting with him, the taskforce was finally allowed into his home. 'what d'ye think his missus is like?' soap nudged gaz, snickering from the backseat. they were all buckled up, as simon was driving them because he knew the way home. price had made sure they'd buckled up.

'i dunno,' gaz answered simply. 'she's gotta be a beast to be able to deal with the lieutenant,' he added. soap shrugged, gave a noncommittal noise.

'feel like l.t is the one running the house. he's got the military training, after all,' and simon had to stop himself from laughing. him? running the house? that you took care of when he was away? and the kids, who were sometimes the literal spawn of satan? it was funny. genuinely.

and as he pulled up the driveway, he watched as you came onto the front porch. a nice little sundress, one he especially loved on you, and some little kitten heels. christ, he'd have a hard time keeping away from you today.

parking the car, he opened the door and was the first one to greet you. pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, and allowing you to greet everyone. price gave you a soft handshake, thanking you for inviting them all over. soap, the bastard, pressed a kiss to the top of your hand. your eyes rolled, a little smile forming on your face.

gaz gave you a little wave, smiling softly. he was always rather quiet, but from what simon had told you he'd warm up. you invited them all in, sliding your heels off before stepping fully into the house. simon followed suit, pulling his boots off as price followed his lead.

soap, on the other hand, tried to walk on your freshly cleaned floors. you stopped sharply, staring the man down. 'if you get mud on my clean floors i will wipe it clean with you,' and he blinked at you. there was a few little giggles from upstairs, and you gave simon a little gesture upstairs.

'i can get you guys something to drink? water, maybe some whiskey?' you asked, waiting to move until gaz and soap had both taken their boots off. gaz shook his head, muttering something about being okay.

'water is fine for us, ma'am,' price spoke for him and soap. there were more little whispers and hushed whines coming from upstairs. soap peaked up the stairs, but they turned just at the top so he couldn't see what was happening.

you gestured to the living room around you. 'please, make yourselves at home. simons home is yours, afterall,' and they thanked you. simon had come back down, helping you hand waters off to the others. a few little footsteps came from upstairs, and two little girls appeared there.

'i tried to tell them that the makeup wouldn't work today, lovie,' simon whispered, just loud enough for soap to hear. he turned to see bright pink blush spread across their faces, some lipstick spread halfway to their chins. they watched you take a deep breath.

it was silent for a moment, a little smile coming from you. 'how did you get into my makeup?' and neither of them answered. 'while it is quite pretty, i'm sure our company would much rather see your pretty faces without anything,' and they stood there for a moment.

you stared at the two kids, who looked at their feet. simon stifled a little laugh as the 141 turned to look at him. 'upstairs,' you told them. 'clean that off, make yourselves presentable and come back down when you're ready,' you spoke calmly. they huffed a little, heard a hum from you and hustled on upstairs.

for some time, the group of you spoke. you'd talked about how simon had reacted in the hospital room ('christ, john, he actually passed out. full on, and the nurses just left him there,') and the group cackled.

simon had taken to helping you plenty, keeping the kids humored enough to not begin complaining, refilling drinks and helping set the table.

'sam, honey,' simon spoke up. 'please don't play with your food, if you don't want to eat it, that's okay. we should save it if not,' and she gave a little huffed whine.

'but daaaad,' she complained. 'there's nothing else to do,' and the group watched as you looked to said girl.

sam looked down at the food, dropping the fork. 'sam, apologize to your father,' and soap found himself stifling a laugh. a little girl, apologizing to the big, bad ghost? she did it, rather unhappily, but perked her voice up after you gave another look.

outside of that, dinner went quite well. the other little girl, sara, had kept to her manners. simon took to taking them to get ready for bed while you cleaned dishes with the help of soap.

'diddnae think that you'd be the one to be uptight with the kids,' he spoke softly. price and gaz were in the other room, helping to clean up the living area. 'thought it would've been simon doing all a' that,' you gave a little laugh.

shaking your head, you handed him another plate to dry. 'no, he's the cool parent. he doesn't have to take care of the kids early during school. he gets lucky, they're real bastards when they want to be,' and you gave a fond little laugh. 'love them to death, believe me, but they really take after their father,' and soap laughed with you.

christ, the 141 hadn't been expecting this at all, but it was different seeing their lieutenant be the relaxed person. it was nice, honestly. seeing him finally relax fully in the comfort of his little family.

'don't tell him i told you, but there's another on the way,' you whispered into soaps ear and he spun to look at you, surprise etched on his face.

[mpregstuff]

Rocking Parenthood in Style | In a world where tradition meets modernity, Eli stands out, sporting a vintage band t-shirt and a noticeable baby bump. He's parked in the bustling school pickup line, surrounded by other parents, but his focus is on the joy unfolding inside. With excitement bubbling from his children, who recount their day with animated chatter, Eli can't help but smile. Meanwhile, his husband, who balances teaching with parenting, lends a helping hand to another student nearby. This scene is a striking portrayal of family dynamics, breaking norms and celebrating love in all its forms. Anything but ordinary, this duo navigates the ride of parenthood with flair and humor. Three months into this journey, they embrace every moment, unfiltered and real. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.

[missedmilemarkers]

[wordup2007]

Hugs (Episode: A Few Words From WordGirl)

[zeke-fanfucs]

Welcome home

EHEHEHEHEHEH! It’s a fanfic of my beloved family! Aka! The Bastard Family! Featured Faith, Kerano, Devlin and our favorite ALBUS! (Yes this is before the whole shitshow of Kamor’s power. I NEED THIS OKAY!)

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The air was warm, the scent of soil and fresh herbs drifting through the dry desert breeze. Faith’s garden was a rare patch of green in the otherwise sunbaked wasteland of SpringRock—a small miracle in a land where life had no right to thrive.

And right in the middle of it, giggling with uncontained joy, was Kerano. She sat cross-legged in the shade of the cabin’s porch, surrounded by a ragtag army of stuffed toys. Some were well-loved, some were missing buttons or patches of fur, but none were as battle-worn as Fluffal.

The stitched-up bunny sat proudly in her lap, his fur matted from years of cuddles and his seams reinforced more times than she could count. Fluffal had seen wars. He had survived tea parties, pillow fort sieges, and the great mud puddle incident of last week.

Kerano held him up, shaking him dramatically. “Commander Fluffal!” she announced, her voice filled with faux seriousness. “The enemy forces are approaching from the east!”

She turned to a stuffed lizard with a missing tail. “General Wiggles, prepare the troops!”

The lizard flopped over in response.

“No time for naps, General!”

She giggled, placing Fluffal down as she started rearranging her army, completely engrossed in her mission. The desert wind ruffled her dark curls, but she paid it no mind. Her world was here, in this little garden, where she could play without a care.

From the porch, a voice called out. “Kerano,” Faith’s warm tone carried through the air. “Don’t wander too far from the house, alright?”

Kerano’s head snapped up. “I won’t, Mom!” she chirped before turning back to Fluffal and whispering, “That was the Queen of the Kingdom. We must protect her at all costs.”

Fluffal, as always, remained steadfast in his duty.

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Behind the house in a small workshop, the rhythmic clanking of metal echoed through the dry air as Delvin tightened the last few screws on the weapon in front of him. It was a sleek, customized rifle—nothing too fancy, but sturdy enough to survive the harshness of SpringRock.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, exhaling as he reached for a bolt he’d set aside earlier.

His fingers met empty space.

Delvin’s eye twitched. Slowly, he looked up.

And there, leaning lazily against the workbench with a shit-eating grin, was Albus.

Delvin didn’t even hesitate—he just rolled his eyes and held out his hand.

“Give it back.”

Albus twirled the bolt between his fingers, inspecting it like it was some rare treasure. “Give what back?”

Delvin deadpanned. “I don’t have the patience for your games today, Albus.”

Albus smirked, flipping the bolt once before finally tossing it toward Delvin, who caught it effortlessly.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” Delvin muttered, turning his attention back to the rifle.

Albus shrugged. “Didn’t think you’d still be holed up here, playing house.”

Delvin’s hands paused for a second before continuing his work. “Not playing. Just… making sure this family stays standing.”

Albus scoffed, but there was something guarded in his expression. He rarely came around—not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too much. He wasn’t like Delvin. He wasn’t steady. He wasn’t reliable.

He was a mess. And this family? They deserved better than a mess.

Delvin glanced at him, as if reading his mind, but said nothing. Instead, he just sighed, shaking his head. “If you’re staying, make yourself useful. I’ve got another job after this one.”

Albus smirked. “You want me handling weapons? Bold choice.”

Delvin snorted. “Not handling. Lifting. You’re taller than me—useful for once.”

Albus grumbled, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he grabbed a wrench, twirling it between his fingers before setting it down next to Delvin. It wasn’t much. But it was something.

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In the quiet of the house, the scent of fresh herbs and simmering broth filled the air. Faith stood at the kitchen counter, carefully slicing a ripe tomato, her movements slow and methodical.

Her gaze drifted to the window, where she could see Kerano outside, completely lost in her world of stuffed animals and imaginary battles. A soft smile tugged at Faith’s lips.

It had been a few months since the incident. Since everything changed.

Since she nearly lost everything.

Her fingers absentmindedly brushed against the chain around her neck, her thumb tracing over the simple ring that hung from it.

Albus’s ring.

She let out a quiet sigh, rolling it between her fingers. She never took it off. It rested against her heart—a constant reminder of what could have been.

What she wanted but refused to reach for.

She knew how he felt. How he tried to keep his distance, convinced he was nothing but a storm that would wreck whatever peace she had built.

But he didn’t realize—he was part of that peace.

Faith shook her head, pushing the thoughts away as she resumed cutting the tomato.

She hummed a soft lullaby as she worked, the same one she used to sing to Kerano on restless nights. It was an old song, one from before she left the Triad. Before she became this.

A mother. A fugitive.

A woman in love with a man too stubborn to believe he deserved to be loved back.

She exhaled, placing the sliced tomatoes into a bowl.

Outside, Kerano laughed, the sound full of life. And in the distance, she swore she heard the faint echo of boots approaching.

Albus was here.

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Faith didn’t turn around, didn’t need to. She just smiled as she continued preparing lunch.

“Welcome home,” she said softly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Albus froze in the doorway.

Home.

The word settled deep in his chest, foreign and familiar all at once. He had never really had a home before—just places he crashed, places he fought, places he ran from.

Yet here… in this quiet little cabin, with the scent of fresh food in the air, Kerano’s laughter outside, and Faith standing there like she had always been waiting for him—

It felt like home. And that scared the hell out of him.

He swallowed, shifting awkwardly. “Didn’t know I was staying.”

Faith glanced over her shoulder, her expression knowing but gentle. “You never do.”

Albus exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t good at this—at staying, at belonging. He didn’t deserve this place. He didn’t deserve her.

And yet… he was still standing in the doorway, unable to make himself leave.

Faith didn’t say anything more, but she reached for the bottle of whiskey on the counter, pouring a generous amount into a glass before sliding it toward him.

Albus didn’t need to be asked. He picked up the glass, his fingers wrapping around the cool rim. His eyes met hers for a moment, his usual playful grin creeping onto his face. It was a facade, a shield he wore well. But something in the way his eyes softened told her more than words ever could.

He took a long sip, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. Then, with a quick, sly smile, he looked at her again.

“Thought I was the only one with bad habits,” he teased, raising the glass as if to make a toast.

Faith didn’t flinch, not this time. “Everyone needs a vice,” she replied with a wink, continuing to slice the vegetables with practiced precision.

For a brief moment, Albus felt the walls he’d built for so long start to crumble. He knew she didn’t push. She never did. But he couldn’t shake the feeling she saw through him, knew the parts of him that were broken, the parts he kept hidden.

It wasn’t just about the whiskey.

It was the way he avoided real food, the way he filled himself with Load Pills instead.

It was the way he pushed people away even as he longed for their company.

But Albus couldn’t bring himself to let her in. Not fully.

He leaned against the doorframe, a half-smirk still playing on his lips. “Maybe one day you’ll teach me how to cook like that,” he said, nodding toward the stove.

Faith smiled without looking up. “I’m sure you’d ruin it.”

He chuckled softly, but the weight of her words, the ease of the moment, lingered in the air. The truth was, he was already ruining things. Ruining himself.

But for now, he’d settle for this—this fragile, unspoken truce. Just being here.

Just being home.

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The door swung open with a thud as Kerano stormed into the kitchen, her little legs stomping on the wooden floor in dramatic fashion. She was clutching Fluffal tightly in her arms, the bunny still showing signs of all the battles it had endured over the years. The plushie had seen more action than most warriors, and Kerano treated it like a true comrade.

She paused when she saw Albus standing near the door, her face going from fiery frustration to a more reserved, shy expression. Albus had always been there for her—another father figure in her chaotic little world—but she still wasn’t fully sure how to act around him. She had a little habit of calling him “Mr. Albus,” as if she were still trying to make sense of the fact that he was part of her world now.

Kerano waved her free hand excitedly, her voice high-pitched and eager. “Mr. Albus! Guess what! I finally won against the mean desert rats!”

Her eyes sparkled with pride, and she held Fluffal up as if the bunny had helped her win the fight. “They kept eating our raspberries, but I showed them! I told them, ‘No more! You’re not taking my mom’s berries!’”

She puffed out her chest, as if she had just saved the entire family from a great catastrophe.

Fluffal’s floppy ears bounced with every dramatic gesture.

Albus couldn’t help but smile, the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself. His usual playful demeanor softened as he looked down at Kerano, the shy little girl who had changed everything.

“Is that so?” Albus said, his voice light but warm. “You took down all the rats by yourself?”

Kerano nodded enthusiastically, spinning in a small circle as if reenacting her victory. “Yep! All by myself! Fluffal helped too!” She glanced at the bunny, holding him up like a trophy, as if Fluffal had somehow dealt the final blow.

Faith, watching the exchange from the stove, smiled softly to herself. Her heart warmed as she glanced at the two of them, knowing how much Albus meant to Kerano—and how, despite his walls, Albus had become more than just a protector to the girl. He was family.

She turned back to her work, letting the moment play out. The kitchen, once quiet and solitary, was now filled with a hum of life.

Delvin walked in, wiping his hands on a rag as he stepped through the door. His brown hair, usually messy from long hours spent working, was now streaked with a bit of muck and dust from his latest project. His green eyes flicked over the room before landing on Faith, who was busy at the stove, and then to the little whirlwind of energy that was Kerano, proudly showing off her victory over the desert rats.

He froze for a moment, looking at the kitchen floor, which had just been cleaned not long ago. His lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced at his hands—definitely not clean.

Faith caught the look and sighed, wiping a hand over her forehead. She had just cleaned the floors, and now it looked like they were all covered in dirt, muck, and whatever else they had dragged in from the outside. The joys of living in a desert, she thought, slightly amused at the chaos.

Delvin chuckled sheepishly. “Well… I guess that’s my cue to leave my boots outside next time, huh?” He glanced down at his boots, now caked with dust from the day’s work.

Kerano, hearing him, darted over and quickly grabbed onto his leg. “Daddy!” she squeaked, her eyes wide with excitement. “I beat the rats! I’m a hero!”

Delvin looked down at her, his heart swelling with affection. He’d never get used to hearing her call him Dad—but it was a word he would protect with everything he had. He ruffled her messy black hair, a smile tugging at his lips. “A hero, huh? Well, I guess I’d better start calling you ‘Captain Kerano’ from now on.”

Kerano grinned brightly, then immediately ran to show Fluffal off to Delvin, her stuffed bunny now her proud trophy.

Faith watched the interaction quietly, a soft warmth filling her chest as she turned back to the stove. She had built this little family out of what she had left—what they had left—and every day it grew a little stronger. It wasn’t perfect, but in this place, with the dust and the heat, she had everything she needed.

Delvin, wiping his hands once more, looked at Faith with a knowing expression. “I’ll take the blame for the floor later,” he said, a bit of humor in his voice. But his eyes lingered on her, and for a brief moment, something more than just friendship flickered between them. He knew his place now, though—he wasn’t blind to the connection that Faith and Albus had, even if neither of them had the guts to admit it.

Faith caught the look and smiled faintly. “You’re a good dad, Delvin,” she said softly. “Kerano is lucky to have you.”

Delvin didn’t reply at first, his eyes softening as he watched Kerano run around, her laughter filling the room. He had accepted the fact that Faith had moved on, but he would never stop caring for her—and for Kerano, who had stolen his heart just as quickly as she had stolen Faith’s.

“Maybe. But it’s her that’s lucky to have you as her mom,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Faith didn’t respond right away. She just smiled quietly, her back turned as she chopped more vegetables for their meal. Delvin had been her closest friend for so long—he understood her, and she understood him. Even if their paths hadn’t crossed the way either of them expected, they had made something real together.

Outside, the wind howled over the desert, the heat pressing in from every angle. But inside this little home, amidst the dirt, the dust, and the mess—this was where they were meant to be. This was their family.

[albinaelif]

*aftermath of İthaca Saga*

Telemachus: İ am so glad that you are here now dad...

Odysseus: Me too, my son... Let's make up the time we lost...

*Telemachus in baby chair*

Telemachus: Dad... This isn't what i meant.

Odysseus: shh.. open your mouth now, the plane is coming~

*Odysseus trying to feed Telemachus with baby food*

[1ris5starlight]

Well, guess what?! Tik tok is not dead!!

1. Alright, Lunar is conflicted on what to do with his situation, but when he will reorganise his ideas, he will talk to the others.

2. I LOVED the siblings moment at the end between Moon, Sun and Earth!!!

But especially the last bit of the video, where Sun and Earth kinda played with each other!!! It was so cute and funny!!!!

[meshlact9901]

“Christmas comes to Pabu”

It's Christmas in Pabu, Everyone is gathered in their houses on this very special night, Hunter Wrecker Crosshair and Omega received gifts, this afternoon a huge box full of Christmas things arrived, including sweaters that Echo sent them while they decorate their tree adorning it with things very representative of their squad, Batcher is happy playing with glitter and the lights inside the box of decorations The boys decide to wear those sweaters and pose in front of the Christmas pine Omega takes a picture with a Photopad that Phee gave him immortalizing this very familiar moment everything is joy and peace this season

Merry Christmas The Bad Batch 🤎

Happy Holidays

MH 💋

[aventurineswife]

(For some reason I always imagine aven having twin boy and girl)

Can I request aven's baby twins playing with his boss form? Like they somehow saw it and begged their papa to play with his other form 😤😤

Through Their Eyes, a Hero

Summary: Aventurine takes a rare break from his gambles when his children burst into his study, full of energy and excitement. They show him a holographic image of his dramatic, superhero-like attire, and after some playful persuasion, he indulges them for a fun game of theatrics and mock battles. Aventurine finds solace in the joy of his children, allowing himself to embrace a rare vulnerability amidst the chaos of his life.

Tags: Aventurine and his twin kids, Fatherhood, Playful, Vulnerability, Family Moments, Humor, Tenderness, Heartwarming, Parenthood.

Warnings: Mild language (teasing), lighthearted humor.

Aventurine sighed deeply, reclining in the high-backed chair of his study. Warm light spilled over the cluttered table, highlighting scattered papers—contracts, market reports, and etc. Another day of high-stakes gambles, moving lives and fortunes like pieces on a game board. For now, the "Aventurine of Stratagems" had come out ahead, but his victories felt as fleeting as the silence that enveloped him.

Then came the sound—a cascade of giggles ringing down the hallway, light and infectious. Aventurine froze, his pen pausing mid-stroke. The patter of small feet grew louder until, with all the subtlety of a crashing chandelier, the door burst open.

“Papa!” cried two golden-haired whirlwinds, their energy charging into the room.

The first child darted toward him, eyes sparkling with mischief, while the other lagged behind, clutching an object Aventurine couldn’t immediately identify—a holographic image projector.

“Papa, look!” the first one chirped, scaling his lap like a conqueror before Aventurine could protest.

The second child held up the projector triumphantly, their grin nearly splitting their face. With a flick of small fingers, the device hummed to life, projecting an image above the desk. Aventurine’s (boss fight) attire shimmered into view—a dramatic ensemble of black, cyan, and gold, complete with a fur-lined coat and luminous accents. The children’s awed expressions mirrored their admiration.

“You look like a superhero!” the second exclaimed, their pupils wide with excitement.

Aventurine chuckled, his usual enigmatic smile softening into genuine affection. “A superhero, you say? I thought I was more of a villain.” he teased, ruffling the first child’s hair.

“No way!” the first retorted, tugging at his sleeve. “You’re way cooler than a villain. Papa, can you wear it? Pleeease?” They clasped their hands in a dramatic plea, their determination impossible to ignore.

Aventurine leaned back, his fingers brushing absently over the choker around his neck. He let out an exaggerated sigh. “You think the grand Aventurine dons such an outfit on a whim? Surely, you jest.”

“Yes!” they chorused in unison, their resolve unshaken.

The first crossed their arms, pouting for effect. The second joined in, their bottom lip quivering as if preparing for an epic tantrum. Aventurine stared at the two tiny tyrants, their golden hair and stubborn gazes reminding him of someone long gone. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“Very well,” he relented, standing with a flourish. “But know this—once I assume the attire of power, there is no going back.”

The children cheered, bouncing on their heels as Aventurine strode toward a sleek wardrobe tucked against the far wall. His movements were deliberate, each step exuding the flair of a gambler about to deal the winning hand. He opened the wardrobe, and disappeared inside.

“Behold!” he declared, his voice a commanding timbre as he spread his arms. The tails of his coat flared behind him like wings. “The Aventurine of Stratagems, master of fate, fortune, and… playtime!”

The children erupted into cheers, clapping and squealing with delight.

“You’re a superhero, Papa!” the youngest exclaimed, their admiration radiating like sunlight.

Aventurine swept into a low bow, his hat dipping dramatically before he straightened with a sly grin. “Then I hope you’re prepared, my little challengers. No hero—or villain—lets their opponents win without a fight.”

Laughter filled the room as Aventurine engaged them in an impromptu game of theatrics, mock battles, and exaggerated tricks. His dramatic lunges and calculated “defeats” sent the children into fits of giggles. For a brief, stolen moment, the weight of his world lifted, replaced by the pure joy of fatherhood.

As their game wound down, Aventurine reclined once more, pulling his children into his arms. Their giggles softened into sleepy murmurs, and as he cradled them, he allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability. Perhaps, in the fleeting happiness of these whirlwinds, he could find something he’d thought lost forever—a reason to keep gambling with life.

For them, Aventurine thought with a quiet smile. Always for them.

[evenceflux18]

Let's have a family picture before whooping your grandson's sense back😂 (jk) anyways, ciao! Have some Mrs. Lovat and Wybie pic!

(His grandma gave him the pink apartment when he was 20 btw)