#&& lucas

[sevilai]

WHAT I NEVER POSTED THIS ONE

my children my boys I just want them to be happy they deserve to be aaaaaAAAa

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

[wri0thesley]

the thought of lucas putting on an old dvd of a film or series you consider a childhood favourite, getting a little handsy under the blanket as you begin to tear up at what he believes is cause of the sad parts(definitely not the memory of watching with your family, instead of the murderous cannibal kidnapper who is currently trying to make you cum while you focus on the grainy tv)

it feels . . . sacrilegious. like you are defining the purity of memory; of a happier time, of a purer brighter nostalgia-drenched sunshine time. the you who had first watched this film had been skinned knees and ankle socks, had not known there was peril in the world beyond the peril that played out on the television screens of your childhood—

but oh, how you know it now. you know it in the six foot plus frame of the man beside you and the shine of an axe in the night and the knowledge of how much blood will geyser out of a clean stroke through the skull.

you try desperately to cling to that moment of happiness that is encapsulated in your memory; to take yourself very far away. but lucas’s hand is insistent - on your knee, crawling up your thigh, higher and higher. his breath is hot as he pulls you close, a satisfied hum against the shell of your ear as he finds the apex of your thighs and wilfully mistakes the whine that drops from your throat as arousal and not the pitiful dregs of a plea for him to stop.

you can’t ask him to. his face will twist and he’ll sulk and he’ll suggest that perhaps you don’t love him, he’ll tell you to behave, he’ll remind you how much trouble he went to get this vhs all because you’d said how much you’d liked it and all he’d wanted was to see you smile (in between the kisses of gratitude, the offering of your body on a platter).

“aww, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nosing fondly against your cheek, his lips brushing over your tears as the stubble of his chin abrades the soft skin. “don’t cry.” the husk of arousal. you’ll be carried to the bedroom whether you want it or not, when he’s done; nothing gets him more than the shine of teardrops on your face. “shh. i’m sure it’ll have a happy endin’.”

the vhs? the childhood favourite? the memories, before lucas had trodden all over them? yes. those things had happy endings—

but for you?

sometimes you simply feel it’s a matter of time until your own tragic one.

[arcangel-lu]

The friends

Original :

[kuedrawnunder]

Sketches and designs concepts.

This whole au is literally just "What if everyone lost everything"

[em-cee-83]

Brothers in another mother universe…ther?

Man I don’t know

Anyways here’s Claus and Lucas in my REBORN AU. After Lucas pulls the seventh needle and the Dark Dragon wakes up, everyone in the MOTHER universe is then ‘reborn’ into a new world with new lives and memories.

The four main boys—Ninten, Ness, Lucas, and Claus—wake up one day in this new world and realize that this is their new life. Poor Ninten and Ness have no idea what the fuck happened though :cry_emoji:

Sorry for late art and radio silence, hope this suffices :[

[barbwalken]

Day 14

[wild-magic-oops]

help I accidentally positioned my Durge and Gale in the funniest way regarding Gortash especially bc I'm a firm "Gortash and Durge had a thing" believer lmao

[kawacy]

Lucas

[tinytonestar]

Oh to live in the world of Pokemon...

[threehorncircus]

happy 18th mother 3

[dreamidoodles]

link click season 2 so good. link click season 2 so good.

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

[blaiddraws]

i suddenly had a very funny mental image

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

I love that the Godzilla Island clip show arc is just the writer filling in all his plot holes

[guillotineman]