#family vibes

[elitadream]

I felt so bad for neglecting Luigi in my art that I reorganized my plans for the day and literally threw myself at my tablet as soon as I could. ;_;

You guys can thank @emiimagination for this one! ❤️💚

#Mario #Luigi #I love him sm too I love them all 😭 #best bros #family vibes #comfort #Super Mario Bros #fanart

[thatfeanorian]

TRSB 2023 art 70: Celegorm brings wild animals into the house. Maitimo teaches his brothers to cook. An evening in the Fëanárion household in Tirion and how Huan became a part of the family.

In collaboration with the amazing @yuviur (find their art here)

Written for @tolkienrsb!

#fëanorians #my writing #trsb2023 #tolkien reverse summer bang #TRSB #maedhros #family vibes #slice of life #very fluffy

[8em-em-em8]

I can't, for the life of me, settle on a dynamic for Hangster as a family (with kids I mean) because I saw those videos of Glenn Powell with his nieces and i would like to give Hangman that type of golden retriever caring vibe, but i don't know if it would work too well with his personality (especially because I'm pretty much convinced this man is like, the last one of at least 4 kids, with ideally two or three big sisters, so he's probably already an uncle but he's a spoiled bratt, you know?)

And then you have rooster, who would be the mother-hen of the two. Look at miles Teller

He has no kids (yet?) And he already looks so much like a Dad!!

So i don't know if and easy going hangman and an a constantly worried rooster would work...

#tgm #top gun #hangman x rooster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #family vibes #kid fic

[lauras-happy-place]

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#kidcore #sfw agere #bluey #Christmas #christmascore #family vibes

[inkcalamities]

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

#fanart #art #digital art #gouache #interview with the vampire #interviewwiththevampirefanart #bailey bass #jacob anderson #sam reid #claudia #iwtv #iwtv lestat #iwtv louis #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #family vibes #family photo #vamps #vampiredomestic #they ate

[thatmexisaurusrex]

So, this is part of a Delacroix vibes series of moodboards I've made. I made a Sam Wilson Moodboard and a Bucky Barnes Moodboard, and now I have this fun Sarah Wilson Moodboard! Enjoy! 🥰

#sarah wilson #sarah wilson moodboard #delacroix #wilson family #it kind of feels like #family vibes #rebuilding your life after someone returns #relied upon and part of a community #the stress and joy of everyday life

[mrsafc86]

The boys in the women’s warm up gear

Showing once again we are one Arsenal

#family vibes #one team #one club #arsenal #the arsenal

[elitadream]

“Grazie, Luigi.”

“Prego, fratellone.”   

❤️💚

#Mario #Luigi #best bros 🥺 #wholesome siblings #family vibes #comfort #Super Mario Bros #fanart

[hopepaigeturner]

🎄 Giftmas Day 2: Handmade Gifts

The first Christmas for the Crane family, where old and new traditions meet.

OR

Eloise and the kids' first christmas. Tooth rotting fluff.

*~*~*~*

“Merry Christmas,” Eloise whispered.

“With you it is,” Phillip whispered back, his arm pulled her into him and she curled, taking solace in the heat of his naked body and his soft smile.

Over the years and ballrooms, many gentlemen had smiled at her—or more precisely they smirked, or titled their lips with suave and arrogance. Phillip never did so.

“I do not think even my presence can transform something as special as Christmas.”

“Oh, my darling,” his callused hand tilted her chin up, “you transform everything.”

No other gentlemen had ever kissed her, but she knew they would not feel as good as Phillip’s kisses. The first one was always soft, drawing sweetness from her very roots when all her life she had been told she was as coarse as summer soil. The second was always a little more heated as she started to participate, their hands curling around each other. The third, a tipping point, a lazy tangle of tongues that, in the moments she lost, no longer felt like a surrender but an acquiesce.

Phillip rolled over, hand skimming from her waist to her bottom,

“Merry, merry, Christmas indeed,” he gravelled into her mouth, nipping her lip. Eloise gasped and chased his lips back, kissing with a ferocity that made him moan.

“I feel we should make some new traditions,” Eloise whispered.

“Why Lady—"

“Father!”

Suddenly the doors burst open.

Phillip cursed and rolled away from Eloise to face their children.

“What are you doing here?” he cried, and Eloise knew it was not anger that flushed his cheeks.

Their bright smiles drained away.

“We wanted to surprise you…” Oliver said, ever so quietly, “Eloise told me that…that…she used to climb into bed with her mummy and daddy…”

“Oh,” Eloise put her hand over her mouth and turned to Phillip. “We did. It was the only day we were allowed into their bedchambers—unless we had nightmares. We would choose one present to open,” her voice softened as it walked through golden memories, “Eventually all eight of us would be there, although the elder ones typically allowed the younger to come into bed. It was a tradition.”

“We brought presents as well.” Amanda held up, “one for you father and one for Eloise.”

Philip did not speak, and Eloise waited.

Philip had improved in leaps and bounds from the hesitant father she had first met, always making time in the day for his children. But Eloise knew that it took time to undo habits…years rather than months.

Philip sat up and patted the bedsheets.

“Come on then, hop up.”

Oliver and Amanda squealed with delight and scrabbled up the bed, launching themselves onto their father. Philip laughed, his booming laugh that always filled a room with its emotion. However…

“I want to sit next to father.”

“No, I want to.”

“But I—”

“Your father can sit in the middle with each of you on either side.”

The twins huffed but, as usual, they obeyed and soon all four of them were squished together in a huddle, arms overlapping.

“Now, what are these wonderful presents you have brought?”

The twins lit up again and handed one haphazardly wrapped present to Eloise and one to Philip.

“Open them together!”

Quickly they tore off the wrapping paper and Philip hooted.

“This is brilliant.” He held up two little snowmen with twigs for arms and seed-covered lard for their bodies.

The twins preened under his praise.

“Mrs Austen said we could give it to the birds.”

“We could hang it outside your greenhouse.”

“Then you could have lots of birds to keep you company.”

“That would…” Philip swallowed thickly, only years of supressing his emotions enabled him to keep his tears at bay. “Thank you.” He kissed both their heads. “Darling, what…”

Eloise had not moved since opening her present, a present laid gently down on her lap.

It was a painting. A painting of a night sky with stars, trees and snowflakes made from potato prints. Then four little figures; the tall one being Philip, the one with frizzy hair being Amanda, the one with a little paintbrush in his hand was Oliver, and then there was Eloise. Eloise whose little blob of a hand held Philip’s hand. Beneath Amanda had written, in the loopy handwriting her governess always chastised her for: The Crane Family 1824. Amanda, Oliver, Father and Mama Crane.

Eloise had never been able to suppress her emotions. She looked up with tears rolling down her face.

“Do you not like it?” Amanda asked, voice trembling.

“No, no,” Eloise wiped away the tears. “I love it. Come here,” she leant over and crushed Amanda to her. Then shifted to take Oliver in her embrace. “I love it, I love you, I love you all so very, very much.”

“I like this—can we do this every year?” Oliver asked, looking up at her with shining eyes.

“Ofcourse we can,” Eloise replied. All three of them looked over to Philip.

Ofcourse,” he kissed the children’s foreheads lovingly, then looked up at Eloise with that lovely, gentle smile, “After all, it is about time we made some new traditions.”

#bridgerton #12 days of giftmas #writing challenge #philoise #fluff fluff fluffity fluff #family vibes #presents #first christmas

[snailor-bee]

What's Cookin' Gourd Lookin'?

A little surprise gift for the lovely @childofblackmaria ! She doesn't care for Halloween but I was like >:c but what if autumn vibes without the Halloween aspect! So I wrote this for her. > w<

RayleighxF!OC / SFW  / 785 Summary: Renge has never carved pumpkins, she doesn't think it's a big deal. Buggy and Shanks don't agree. A little moment of love and family. (Squint and you miss it Roger/OC/Rayleigh but I wrote it with them in mind.) Warnings: None.

“You’ve never carved pumpkins!?” Shanks’ voice was offended, as if he had never heard of something more grievous and Renge had a fleeting thought that nothing could judge you more than a child’s outrage.

“No, I haven’t—”

“That’s stupid!” Buggy interrupted before she could finish. “You gotta do it at least once.” Shanks went to throw his arm around Buggy's shoulders but the blue-haired boy moved so instead he whacked his face. 

Renge sighed at the two boys as they descended into an argument. 

"Alright," she said loudly, spotted white tail whipping behind her with agitation. "If I agree to do this, will the two of you stop fighting?" 

"Deal!" they said in union, straightening up, then they both flew out the door with a laugh. The woman sighed again before deciding on cleaning up the kitchen while she waited for the boys to return. 

The spotted leopard zoan, chef of the Roger Pirates barely had time to put away some spare dishes before they burst through the door again, Shanks holding a pumpkin in each arm, while Buggy struggled to carry just one.  

“You gotta lay out newspaper!” Shanks said casually as they put the pumpkins down.

Quickly the three worked together to cover most of a long table and laid out the supplies. Renge eyed the knifes with trepidation but she didn’t say anything. Even if they were both young, these boys had been pirates for a long time. They were sure to know their way around a blade easily enough.

“Okay so now we cut out the top—”

“Why do you always get to give the orders? Lemme explain!” Buggy broke in, grabbing up a knife and scowling at Shanks who shrugged easily. Pacified he turned to Renge. “You cut a hole in the top, like this…”

The three pirates cut off the top simultaneously. Renge’s cut was smoother than the boys, a chef's touch. Buggy pouted but carried on. “Then you grasp the top and pull it out, then we scoop out all the guts!”

Quickly the smell of pumpkin permeated the room as the two boys dove into their pumpkins, large spoons at the ready. Renge watched as they dumped the inners on the table, pumpkin seeds and slimy entrails spilled over the newspaper and made it soggy.

“What do you do with the seeds?” she asked.

“Whatcha mean?” Buggy replied.

Shanks glanced up. “We don’t do anything with ‘em, just throw them away.”

Indignant, her ears twitched and she flicked long black hair back with a clawed hand. “Well that’s such a waste! Let’s cook them.”

Two pairs of eyes stared at her. “Cook them?” Shanks repeated.

“You guys haven’t had pumpkin seeds before?” They both shook their heads. Perhaps the way they moved together would have amused her any other time, but today she huffed. “You’re about to try something new then.”

Roger peeked his head into the kitchen, the smell of something good luring him in. Rayleigh hovered over his shoulder, arms folded.

“I told you not to bother them Roger,” Ray chided before Roger threw the door wide.

“What’s going on in here?! Thought you were carving pumpkins not dissecting them.”

“Captain!” Shanks and Buggy said together, before Buggy glared and started shoving at Shanks’ face.

“Stop copying what I’m sayin’—”

Shanks’ face didn’t change, a bright smile stretched wide across it. “Come see what we made! Renge’s makin’ pumpkin pie!”

“Pumpkin pie!” Roger crowed with delight as he heard Rayleigh sigh behind him. “Now that sounds delicious. What, so no pumpkins?” He took a seat at a newspaper covered table, the pages still wet with leftover guts but no sign of the three pumpkins that he had seen the boys running past with earlier. 

“The boys hadn’t had pumpkin seeds before,” Renge explained, tilting her cheek up to receive a quick peck from Rayleigh. “And then I happened to mention pumpkin pie and well…”

“You gotta try some!” Buggy demanded, shaking a bag of seeds at the older men.

Roger laughed. “Indeed I do! Bring it here!” Gesturing at the bag, Buggy eagerly shoved it into his large palm.

“Pie’ll be out soon,” Renge commented idly.

“You need any help with plates?” Rayleigh asked and she nodded gratefully, a small smile on her lips.

The five of them ended up seated together, telling stories and some members splattering crumbs across the table when they broke in with something, their mouth still full.

Renge watched it all sandwiched between Roger and Rayleigh, their bodies warm and happy at her sides. Watching Roger tease Shanks and Buggy who argued with him, eyebrows pinched together she couldn’t help but feel complete contentment.

This was it; this was home. 

#bee gift #bee writing #bee writes #for lale #one piece oc #family vibes #roger pirates

[starscelly]

luke’s interview abt his fight 😭 “i was told that it was nothing but sometimes you make mistakes” i appreciate the blind loyalty ride or die mindset thank u

#stars lb #family vibes

[sysig]

Prince Ice Cream Sandwich’s design evolution ✨ (Patreon)

#Doodles #Just Desserts #He's still in draft but he exists now! Good for him #I mean to be fair he's been a concept for as long as the Queens have - and they all got temp designs around the same time so #Family vibes #His hair reminds me of Minki lol #It's still just a first pass so I might change it yet - it's definitely cute! But it doesn't scream ice cream sandwich to me #Ice Cream Sand Witch lol #Ahem anyway #He was just an idea for so long because I never had a plot for him #He's got enough of an idea now to exist lol #He's still an important player! Just not as central as some of the others #I am a big fan of the scalloped sleeves - as I always am lol - but it's a good combo of the Queens' styles! #Ice Cream Sundae and Charlotte Cake make scalloped baby ice cream sandwich ♥ Cutests #It's always fun to work with different styles too that's always fun #I feel like I pulled a bit from Caden but it's not like he's using the style often lol #Finally his style is useful for something poor lad haha #He did turn out cute ✨ #Archive - Uploaded June 1st 2022