#pklovely

[sambadecomboscribbles]

Family portrait.

[riddle-of-sphinx]

a question to any other mother/earthbound fans:

what kind of damage do you think that pklove/pkrockin does? like, what kind of injury would it cause if you got hit by it? just something ive been thinking about, considering its somewhat vague as to what the techniques actually do.

[isolaradiale]

hi there! might be a sucker punch of brainrot speaking, but i'd like to tentatively reserve the medicine seller (kusuriuri) from mononoke, please! today is 2/8, and my contact is pkloved on twitter. thank you, mods!

medicine seller.... i am going into battle and i want your strongest medicines... reserved!

– mod pleiades.

[feistyvampire]

today i want to introduce another character from my original universe, so i’ll introduce you formally to ambrose!

he’s a local librarian that edgar met through rain (since edgar and rain are rarely apart) and despite his quieter nature ambrose did eventually warm up to edgar. ambrose also helped rain come out of their shell a little despite their anxiety about socializing and even got them to work in the library as an entertainer mostly for younger audiences.

on occasion, ambrose has also had to pick up edgar when he got a little too drunk… whoops. (this became a lesser occurrence after edgar turned, but ambrose still gets a call occasionally, sometimes for even more interesting reasons haha)

and despite edgar being a little bit of a thorn in his side, they became close to each other and eventually started hanging around each other more. alongside rain and december, they were a group of friends that learned to stick together through thick and thin, a support system that seemed unlikely at first

as i posted about edgar and co celebrating pride, it also felt appropriate to the month to have them showing off theirs together! the journey of self discovery is a lot less scary with friends by your side.

art: pkloved (thank you as always for drawing my OCs!)

[bunomaly]

(Commission by PKLoved )

[pk-rockinly]

     There are but empty bags on the floor — potato chips, pretzels, various snacks consumed during their movie marathon night — and cans of their favorite drinks, some of which still contained some juice left. Ness was the one who snacked the most in between movies, he shamelessly admitted it. Even looking at the mess surrounding him, he still believed that more snacks were in need if they were going to resume their marathon soon enough.

     Now, however, he felt like a break could do wonders to his eyes, sore from looking at a screen for eight hours in the dark — and also for shedding a few tears every now and then.

     It was still pretty early — around five in the morning, Ness could already catch a glimpse of sunrise ; they had a few movies to watch, still — which called for more snacks and drinks!

[dontnessw-me]

Shall We Dance?

--- @pk-lovely ♥

     Though Ness thinks that he looks irresistible enough the way he is, his mother knows what is best for him and, in fact, it’s no surprise to see her busily fumbling with the ribbon around her son’s neck only to add that extra charm that was missing. He’s sixteen years old and he doesn’t feel shame in having his mother tie a ribbon around the collar of his white shirt, worn underneath this expensive-looking black tuxedo. Though he thinks that this accessory is pointless in the end, it does add a fancier side to his outfit if he must be honest -- but he doesn’t like how it tightens around his neck ; he’s always loosening it a little by pulling it with his finger.

     “Thanks ma, but - really?”   it'd be silly to admit that he's nervous, but at the same time he’s excited ; it's a mixture of feelings but there is sweat on his palms and across his face, pointing out that, c'mon, he's feeling tense. His mother nods and adds her own comments about how handsome he looks and how her baby boy has grown into a man. He swears it's like this every time there is a ball at school, but the red on his cheeks and the welcoming warmth make one assume that he appreciated her kind words.   He holds her hands and gently whispers a   "No, that's enough."   the moment she reaches for his collar to button it all the way up ; jeez, mom!   He knows that she wants it to be perfect -- he also does want it to be perfect and unfortgettable, but he looks fine as he is, enough decorations!   He didn’t even style his hair --- it’s not necessary, he’s fine!

     One last look at the long mirror and the woman is already happily squealing, so much that she wants to take pictures ... many pictures   ( hey, he swears she’s like this every time he wears formal clothes for a specific event )   . In fact, before he could say   “Maybe we should wait for Lucas to come downstairs”   , she’s already off to grab the camera ; oh, I will take pictures of you two together as well, but first you. On next family reunion, he can already see her showing the pictures to everyone ... uh ... 

     Please, Lucas. Don’t take too long, come save him!!

[fellchimera]

✧ * ･ — @pk-lovely.

* – ･ﾟ» there was a loud yawn that came from the chimera.

                                                            he hasn't been resting as much as he should                                                             be lately and it's been eating at him slowly.                                                             though, he may be a robotic chimera, his brain                                                             and some parts of him are still human; and they                                                             function just like one.

                                                            claus grumbled to himself as he prepared to go                                                             out for his afternoon patrol around tazmily,                                                             grabbing a quick snack of whatever lucas was                                                             making in the kitchen. stuffing it into his mouth,                                                             he let out a muffled announcement to his twin                                                             as he made his way to the front door.

                  ❝ ahhf'ight, i'ffn heaffing ouff --- seeff                                     youf lwaayter, rufcas. ❞

[anearthstruckalien]

 @pk-lovely

[          100 years had elapsed since the last time he had seen the earth.  Had it gotten any better since that time…?  Was there any change in how it was being treated by the humans?  A pause mid-step as that last thought is followed by a more careful glance at his surroundings, as if this would at the very least form the beginning of such a curious inquiry.  He doubts it… though (dark blue eyes narrow just a little bit) not because of holding something as pointless and stupid as a grudge against an entire species—ones whom in retrospect were no better nor worse than his own—BUT rather because something big had recently happened on this planet.  Something on a magnitude which could even be regarded as cosmic not unlike the time he had… done something regrettable.  Fingers press together a little too tightly, but subside just as quickly as internally, he shakes it off like stray leaves.

           That was besides the point. Putting this planet and its inhabitants through an unnecessary millenia of repeated hardships certainly mattered, but that was not why he was here.  The true reason why was simple and never changed no matter how many intervals of 100 years had passed:  he couldn’t stand not knowing what was going on with the Earth.  It was her and his home-planet after all. And the very least he could do (for having betrayed them both before) was to see the Earth every 100 years or so.  But (and he starts walking again at steady pace; not too quick and certainly not too slow) this time went beyond simply visiting for a short time—beyond the sentimentality which generally accompanied such things—and was muddled by his own curiousity.  Curiousity about what had happened and why.  This part of the earth seemed to be a strange mish-mash of greener spaces against the jarring artificial forms of advanced technology AND places which no doubt housed it.

           Another pause as a building matching the parameters of a ‘Chimera lab’ comes into view.  Is this where they said the boy—‘Lucas’—would be at?  It isn’t long before that little internal inquiry of his is swiftly answered with the appearance of someone whom… should be him. But, one could never be too careful with these things.  In order to avoid a rather uncomfortable situation (one of mistaken identity) it would be best to inquire about the other’s identity, then put forth his own request.  A couple of steps over in the other’s general direction and almost immediately, the fake ‘human’ speaks –getting straight to the point rather than bothering with any kind of pleasantries in advance:  the usual, in other words.  ]

Excuse me.  But… –are you the one named ‘Lucas’?

I was told that your knowledge on certain subject matter is superior.

[jassuruartblog]

I've been listening to an Icelandic artist called Björk lately, that's where the title and inspiration to this work comes from. Since Love is a very important theme in the Mother games/Earthbound, I found it quite fitting to draw Lucas again. He's such a precious baby boy.

Programs used: PaintTool SAI and Photoshop CS6 

Speed paint available: x

Can be found on Deviantart as well.

[springatlast]

☆☆PK Love☆☆

[isolaradiale]

hi mods! i'd like to put a reserve on baizhu from genshin impact please. today's date is 9/7/24 and my contact is pkloved on twitter. thank you!

Reserved!

– ⋆ taygeta.

[feistyvampire]

late to doing this but my christmas icons this holiday season (for both edgar and albedo’s blogs) were wonderfully drawn for me by pkloved!

[pacifistpsychic-citta-archi-blog]

Psycho-kinetic lovely ;; closed for pk-lovely

   'Oh,' Mob thought, head lifting at the detection of another esper nearby, 'I didn’t expect there to be anymore.’

   Outside of claw, Mob had not had many encounters with others who possessed psychic powers. There was Teru and Ritsu, as well as the other random esper kids that Mob did not get to meet personally, yes, but a child that might just be younger than him..? Though he knew through previous encounters to be cautious towards espers he might meet, this one at least did not feel as threatening or powerful, and much less looked the part.

   Mob closed the book he had been reading peacefully on the bench in order to rise from his seat and move to where Lucas was sitting. His stiff posture seemed awkward, but otherwise there was nothing out of order to note. The boy bowed a little as he greeted in a normal voice.    “Hello.”

@pk-lovely​ ;; starter

[pk-rockinly]

     In the relationship, Ness is always the one interested in movie remakes. Lucas just sits with him, pouting.

[dontnessw-me]

@pk-lovely​

     “I still can’t believe you’ve never made one of these before we met, y’know? It just sounds so weird, but ... oh well.”   it’s the same line almost every year, honestly, always cut out with disbelief.   They’ve just gotten back from the store, the chilly air outside and the cloudy sky didn’t ruin their day, thankfully. King greets them with his bushy tail waggling with excitement, the movements are slow and labored but it’s still possible to read his emotions through them. He receives a pat on the head but he soon joins them at the table as soon as the raven places the gingerbread house box upon it. He doesn’t take any participation in it, but he lays down on the carpet and calls it a day.

     The box is huge, probably the biggest and most expensive gingerbread house in the store. His family likes to go over the mile during festivities, especially his mother ; guess he has taken this trait from her, as one could tell. This one comes with the toppings, bigger biscuits to build the house with and more - as unspecified on the box.   Without even waiting for Lucas to settle down, Ness - still wearing the jacket - opens the box and takes a peek inside : the sudden sweet scent that comes out of it is enough to have his stomach twist on itself.    “Oh, eugh--!”   one thing is certain : he won’t eat this house once completed.   

     “God-”   and now he considers taking his jacket off, still he does it with that surprised smirk on his face, his attention shifted on Lucas.   “-that nearly almost killed me! Are we sure we bought a gingerbread house and not some sort of whatever in shape of a gingerbread house?!”   Did King just roll his eyes?