#Rip alberto and Luca

[bobtheacorn]

The expression of joy that took over my face when I saw crowned with laurels had been updated!! Happy February-ish indeed!! To celebrate this fantastic occasion, please picture Alberto holding Giulia's baby (his niece/nephew!) for the first time!

The first time they (FINALLY) manage to convince him to hold the baby, - it's fine Alberto, you won't drop it, you won't hurt it, yes your hands are big enough, just support it's head and cradle it gently it's fine I promise - he sits there and he makes this face for forty-five minutes:

Luca: “Are you okay, Berto?”

Alberto, in a choked voice: “Yeah.”

Giulia: “What do you think?”

Alberto: “It looks like Giuseppe.”

#alberto scorfano #uncle alberto #thank u for this ask i cry lmao #sorry that i drafted it and then forgot about it for a couple of days RIP !!!!!!! #luca

[brunosaderogatory]

in my opinion, alberto trashing the tower and ripping the drawing to separate him and Luca was kinda camp of him

#luca 2021 #pixar luca #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #disney #pixar

[purplegreenbracket]

Pour one out for our fallen round one duos 😢😭🫡

Kyoko and Makoto

you had a rough go of it, first with a close game in the prelims and now this. here you will always be remembered as an otpgp (one true purple green pair) you will be missed, but never forgotten 💚💜

Rui and Nene

I'm sorry you had to go up against the divorced men ever, as always about everything I blame math for that. I might not know a lot about you but I DO know that I love your character designs. RIP to the real ones 😭

Fear and Disgust

absolute legends of the genre, it's a shame to see you go

Cyno and Tighnari

damn we let the mfs with ANIMAL EARS slip away so soon?? F!!!!! 🪦🌸🦊

Alberto and Luca

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVERRRR 🐟

this isn't a touching sentiment im sorry but ive had this saved on my phone forever for all times

thank you for your service

Lollipop and Gelatin

THE PEOPLE REALLY PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT FOR THIS ONE YOUR FANBASE IS THE BEST EVER I RESPECT THAT SO MUCH 🍭

Garmadon and Lloyd

speaking of fanbases, i was fully expecting these guys to win. sorry for such the tough round!! LOVED all the excitement

Wave and Jet

we lost some real icons here today the toll is absolutely enormous I'm inconsolable 😭🤮

Bruce Banner and The Hulk

i mean how iconic do you have to be to be ONE GUY in a DUO POLL!!!!!!! our king 👑

WAIT I'VE REACHED THE IMAGE LIMIT HOLD ON 😭😭😭

#our fallen #extra #silly

[the-resurrection-3d]

Posting horny pining Alberto from yesterday because I'm too tired to edit. Plz no bully.

Alberto pictures it perfectly: the camera lens showing the back of Luca's slim, toned legs, focus sharp enough to see all the little freckles Alberto had once counted in his sleep. Where should his own hands be? Because Alberto would be on his knees, bracketed between those slightly parted legs, and his hands-- alright, yes, those should be sliding up Luca's thighs, fingers just below the edge of Luca's shorts (god, those hide hardly anything at all), and neither of their faces are in the frame...

Maybe Luca shouldn't have his shorts on at all. Maybe the camera should see only the backs of those pale thighs and the backs of Alberto's golden hands gently squeezing them and a little line of green slowly dribbling down Luca's.... as Alberto ... as he kisses...

Alberto realizes he's been scribbling only when the page tears. The front of his pants is tight and the side of his hand smeared with graphite. He's been holding the pencil tight in his fist, dragging it along in big, boxy spirals until the lines are dark and stick-thick, the rip in the paper big enough to fit a coin through.

He can hear his breathing, feel the pink on his cheeks. Alberto drops his pencil, almost jumps after it when it tries to roll off the treehouse's edge. He rolls onto his back, watching the blue sky stare back through the trees.

There's a bubbling, sugar-warm feeling between his legs. It's still there. He hides the paper under his pillow. It's still there.

The last time he had felt like this was in this treehouse, too, with this same pillow tucked between his legs, rolled away from Luca so he wouldn't have to see Alberto timidly rub himself along it's seam. Even though Luca was already asleep.

It felt worse than it does now, lying there on his side, blood in his face and the only sounds the crickets and the crude chafe of his shorts against the pillow. The pressure built, but nothing else.

He'd rolled over at some point, had seen Luca's soft curls draped across his eyes, his hand under his cheek, his lips slightly parted, and for a moment it looked like he was smiling at...

Alberto had rubbed a little faster, felt the pressure tighten his stomach and chest. If he could--

But he shouldn't--

He really, really shouldn't--

Luca's cheek would've felt so soft against his, or his lips, or his hand between Alberto's legs, asking what he could do to help with the pressure.

Alberto had stood up and ran down to the water, tried to scrub himself clean. It had felt then, as it feels now, like Alberto has tainted the air around him somehow, an invisible dirt settling over their skins.

Luca still doesn't know how often he's woken up covered in filth.

But Luca's skin is so soft and his smile so big and his hair so sweet-smelling when they tangle together in the treehouse, the nights just cold enough to remind them that their blood doesn't have an internal sun. Is he really doing something wrong, to want more than that?

To want...

Alberto rubs the heels of his palms into his eyes. A sigh slips into a groan, into loose limps lying spread, hand and leg half-hanging off the edge. If he looks down, he'll see the tent, so he won't.

Summer can't come fast enough.

[bluezey]

Along with some great fun finds at hippie fest, I found some great finds at the local antique stores they had by the fest

Mostly McDonald's toys! I have never grown up, but what are the odds that I find the Luca to go with Alberto, both versions of the color changing Luca and Alberto, display sets of both Miguel and Joe from both Coco and Soul, and a Joy keychain plush!

But now I'm in a dilemma: do I keep them in the bags to keep them collectible and safe, or rip these out!

Alberto: free them! I want to play with Luca!

Luca: I want to play with you too!

#pixar luca #pixar soul #pixar coco

[eyelovveu]

I got a head canon for you. 😃 https://smoopdeloop.tumblr.com/post/660037558082912256

Short version: After this part happens,

The reason we see Alberto all scratched up by Machiavelli too is because Alberto, with great force, pulled the cat off of Luca after Machiavelli jumped him and kitty didn’t like that.

PLS I LOVE THIS IDEA HWHSHDJD

okay but consider: did alberto actually pull the cat off luca or did he become another victim in his attempt to save luca

#the first version of alberto #Was so fun to dRAW HE LOOKS SO DUMB AHAHAHA #BIG HAIR #BUFF #AJHSHSIDJSJ #TAKE MY HANDS AWAY FROM ME #SORRY FOR THE WAIT BTW AHSHDHD #pixar luca #luca paguro #alberto x luca #luca x alberto #alberto scorfano #Luberto #myarttag #Art #Comic #comic short #Rip alberto and Luca

[chelsiegeorgia]

Giulia forgot to mention that school can be exhausting and down right suck. 

#luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #giulia marcovaldo #giulia #alberto scorfano #alberto #art #fanrt #disney #disney pixar #pixar #I hated school #worst years of my life #it ruined me haha #rip luca #hang in there

[halpdevon]

@tamak0 had a DTYIS on twitter that i did so i'm posting here too

finally joining the bandwagon of drawing the kids all grown up (which i will inevitably change designs and styles because i'm inconsistent BUT) enjoy!!

#devon draws #pixar luca #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #guilia marcovaldo #spiacente i draw all nerds the same so RIP to luca

[love-your-enthusiasm]

I’m assuming Alberto sends these drawings with his letters to Luca and this one is absolutely sending me.

#hey Luca check out how ripped I got #god I love this kid #ciao alberto

[thesnakethatmarches]

Alberto: You got me off the island. I’m okay.

Me, immediately:

#Luca #luca 2021 #luca movie #luca pixar #luca spoilers #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #Y’all when I say I sobbed I lost it rip

[bobtheacorn]

Pics or it didn't happen! (post a luca wip please, thank you, please again)

D'you know what that's fair lmao

Dumb fishboy shenanigans below the cut!!

Sunlight filters down from the surface, mottled and swaying.

Luca is sitting on his usual perch on that algae-covered rock in the center of the meadow while his family’s goatfish idle around him. The shepherding crook is resting against his shoulder. The fish bleat softly, munching the sea grass, blissfully unaware of their surroundings. Luca looks up periodically to check on them, but his attention gets dragged right back to the book in his hands, sealed inside a large ziplock bag to protect it from the water. He manages to turn the pages with a dexterity formed by habit.

It's impressive, if Alberto is being honest.

His vantage point at the top of the rocks, lying among a clutch of weeds and half-hidden behind a protruding rock, provides him with a great view.

He doesn’t really like waiting, but if he gets impatient now it will blow the whole operation, so Alberto contents himself with watching Luca a while longer; studying his profile, completely and hopelessly enamored. Luca’s muzzle has lengthened a bit since puberty, his skin and scales a slightly darker shade of green rather than the bright turquoise of his childhood. He’s still on the scrawny side of his growth spurt since hitting sixteen. His broad fins and peddles sway in the slight undercurrent, that effervescent sheen rippling over the vibrant blue of them. His amber eyes skim side to side while he reads, darting from fish to fish whenever he lifts his head to count them.

This time when Luca ducks his head to continue reading, Alberto slips down the wall and into the shadow of the base of the rocks at the edge of the meadow. He’s not quite in Luca’s blind spot and the flash of movement makes Luca turn around. He glances back and forth, his brow furrowed, but he only sees the goatfish nosing about.

Since no one seems to be in distress, he quickly returns to the book.

Alberto drifts between the rocks and the field, staying low, letting the current pull him along rather than swimming out-right. One displaced movement and his cover is blown. He’ll startle the goatfish, and then Luca will spot him.

That’s no fun.

Luckily, the goatfish are dumb as sponges. One of them catches sight of Alberto, crouched in the grass inches from its face, and it doesn’t even blink. It just stares around him, it’s pale, bulgy eyes completely vacant. Alberto brushes past it and into the field. The grass is just tall enough to hide him - if Luca turns and really looks, though, he could probably see Alberto’s caudal fins. He’s not meant to camouflage in the grass. He sticks out like a sore thumb. But he’s directly behind Luca now, inching closer, and as long as he moves slowly -

One of the goatfish bleats, piercing the quiet.

Luca's fins flare as he looks up.

Alberto tenses, pressing as close to the seafloor as he can, the rocks and sand cold against his belly. He grips the holdfasts around him with his paws and peers at the back of Luca’s head through the swaying grass, his heartbeat stampeding in his chest.

Luca twists and looks to his left.

"Giuseppe, what?" he snaps, shaken by the outburst.

Giuseppe bleats again, indifferent to Luca’s irritation, but this time it’s a mild sound that clearly indicates nothing is wrong. There's no telling what is was, honestly. Giuseppe is like that - prone to outbursts and mischief. After a moment, Luca settles back down, but the end of his tail is twitching and he keeps glancing up, scanning the meadow.

He never really turns fully to look behind himself, so he never spots Alberto hiding in the grass.

It doesn’t matter now, anyway. He’s on guard, unsettled by Giuseppe being a dumb little shit and sensing that something is amiss now that he’s been very rudely ripped from the fictional word that was dominating his attention.

Alberto wiggles minutely.

He tenses, and holds his breath, and then he pounces.

Luca shouts in alarm as Alberto collides with him and bears him down into the grass, but he realizes what's happening. His initial panic eases at once. He laughs, and Alberto laughs with him. They tumble around the rock, wrestling playfully, scattering the goatfish. After an acceptable struggle, Alberto lets Luca pin him down in the grass. He's out of breath, and also that's exactly where he wants to be: flat on his back with Luca on top of him.

"You're awful," Luca laughs, equally breathless.

If he were human, his cheeks would be flushed and rosy, his thick brown curls would be tousled. Like this, it’s his scent that changes the most. It makes Alberto’s mouth water and his gums ache, makes his stomach clench. He loves it.

#luberto #luca fanfic #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #asked #i miss them so much actually lmao #idiots (affectionate) #maybe this will motivate me fingers crossed

[washiinmachiine]

reposting this old thing from my instagram with some small tweaks because they where bothering me

#luca #pixar luca #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #luberto #luca x alberto #idk #im probably just gonna repost random stuff from my insta #i dont understand how tumblr works entirely #anyway luca brainrot #my mcfricking art #they are supposed to be in their mid-20s in this but i cant draw ages #rip

[grassus3000]

"What's wrong with you stupido ?" 🖐

#luca #disney luca #luca 2021 #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca x alberto #luca and alberto #alberto pixar #alberto x luca #alberto and luca #what's wrong with you stupido ? #luca deleted scenes #lol #lmfao rip #lmfao wtf #lmfao omg #lmfao #luca disney #pixar disney #disney pixar #disney #disney 2021 #pixar #pixar 2021 #Youtube

[the-resurrection-3d]

why is this luberto fic 1.3k already. it feels very.. idk... not good to me? "Functional" might be the better word. It feels functional and nothing else. I'll probably throw it up on ao3 when I finish anyway, orphans, arts, little sisters, blah blah blah and so on.

Anyway! Here's what I have right now. The plot is blowjobs.

“It would’ve been easier if I hadn’t known what it was,” Luca says, it referring to the feel of Alberto’s fingers on his stomach, the taste of his lips still wet with the sea, the warmth of a small fire at his back and a taller body against his chest.

They haven’t done anything like this before, though.

That first summer was all hands under shirts and timid, exploratory kisses and the pulse between Luca’s legs growing louder and louder.

And the skin mags hidden under a crate in Alberto’s tower, taking turns to read the stories and laugh at all the funny words, Why would she put her mouth there?; You know, mine is twice as big–No way—Wanna see, then?—You’re gross.

And Luca asking why Alberto’s favorite story has all the “s”s in “she” crossed out.

Now Luca is talking about how much he missed Alberto at school as he undoes the rope-knot holding his pants up.

“I missed you all the time—n-not like that all the time, you know, but still pretty often.”

Luca almost tells Alberto about the times he’d curl into himself and shamefully rut against his pillow, imagining if it would feel like hanging in the air in their Vespa again, like winning the Cup again, like a million tiny pins pricking up under his tongue as he circles around the hill of Alberto’s throat again, and again, and again –

Like the starchy sheets and soft wood under his hands as someone else’s presses them down and rips blue across his own shuddering pulse.

Maybe Alberto would be able to tell him, too, about why he spends so many nights down by the rocks, letting the water swallow him whole.

About the red car that would sometimes be waiting there above the sand, about the drunken kisses and silk sheets and the way the smell of chocolate makes vomit creep up the back of his throat.

Neither of them say any of this, though.

Alberto smiles. “I missed you more.”

"I’ve had to surgically re-attach my dick several times since you left, in fact.”

Luca snorts. “You have not.”

“Have so. It gets so engorged it swells up like a balloon animal and then pops and blood starts gushing out everywhere like a firehose.”

“And then you’d be dead.”

“And then I die, and when I wake back up, I surgically reattach it with some duct tape and do it all over it again.”

Luca laughs, finally freeing Alberto’s soft cock from his underwear.

He lifts it with one hand, rubbing his thumb along the underside.

His other hands fists up in the loose fabric of Alberto’s pants.

“Do you want me to…?” His voice trails.

“To what?” Alberto asks.

“I mean—what do you want me to do first?”

He’s dreamed about this so many times and has just realized he never once saw his own face.

“Whatever you want to do,” Alberto says with a warm smile.

Luca smiles back. “That’s not really helpful.” His eyes not on Alberto but on the loose slip of skin around his own thumbnail.

“Well, I mean—” Alberto laughs, his smile now too wide. “It’s your mouth.”

“It’s your dick.”

Alberto shrugs. “I can get a new one.”

Luca laughs and crawls back up Alberto’s body, catching his lips in a kiss. Alberto turns his head to deepen it, feeling Luca’s warm cheek under his palm, feeling his cock begin to swell in Luca’s grasp.

It’s just a little kiss, but what do you want from him? He’s just a teenager.

And then he tastes Luca’s tongue, the sigh Luca slips into his mouth.

And then Luca’s soft hand starts moving. Alberto’s own move up, brushing curls back, and then —

Luca pulls back, tightens his grasp. His brown eyes are lit up, shining like polished stones.

“Does that feel good?”

Alberto nods, makes a little noise deep in his throat. He can feel the nervous sweat of his palms making a few fins of Luca’s hair, he can feel it too, can’t he?, but Alberto can’t bear to hear it, so he pulls their heads together again and chases Luca’s tongue back behind his teeth.

Luca’s hand moves faster until Alberto whimpers into his mouth. The spell isn’t broken, but it’s cracked enough for Luca to pull himself free again, laughing as he kisses his way down from Alberto’s cheek to his belly to the tip of his cock.

“Is it okay if I start a little slower?”

“Oh, of course!”

“I don’t wanna gag on you.”

“Right, right. Do whatever you want.”

A little nervous chuckle. “Right. So, I’ll just…” Luca closes his eyes as he kisses Alberto’s tip into his mouth, suckling lightly. He bobs his head, slowly taking in more and more each time, tongue wiggling along the underside.

He won’t be able to take it all in this time, or even the next, but he makes it almost two-thirds of the way down before his throat threatens to close.

The backs of his knuckles brush over Alberto’s sack, before his thumb comes up to massage it.

Feeling it tighten, feeling Alberto twitch on top of his tongue.

Salt in the back of his throat, Alberto’s hands in his hair. He’s not pushing yet, but the weight alone is enough to force Luca a little further down, his throat spasming on instinct.

“Sorry.”

Luca coughs dryly, resting his cheek against Alberto’s pelvis as he tries to collect his breath. “It’s alright.”

“Do you need a break?”

“No, I wanna finish this. Are you close?”

“I’m getting there. Just—do it however you want.”

“But I want you to enjoy it.”

“But I’m not gonna enjoy it if you aren’t enjoying it.”

Luca starts to laugh, “But I’m not gonna enjoy it if—”

“Stop, stop. You’re overthinking it.”

“I’m not, it’s just that this is about you; I want to make you happy.”

Alberto smiles, cupping Luca’s face in both hands. “You already make me happy,” he says. Then he pulls Luca forward until they’re staring directly into each other’s eyes, noses brushing. “And you’re overthinking it. Silenzio Bruno, remember?”

Luca’s smile falters. He pulls himself away, looks down again at the treehouse they’re sitting on. “Ercole told me you have a new friend.”

Alberto snorts. “And you believed him?”

“He said his name was Nick. He’s an American.”

“That guy?” Alberto waves him off with a smile that never reaches his eyes. “He’s just some rich tourist who came around Portorosso a couple times while you were at school. Massimo and I catered his birthday party; he’s way older than us.”

“Did you hang out with him outside of that? Ercole made it sound like—”

“Why are you believing him over me?”

“I’m not, I’m just asking questions.”

“Luca,” Alberto says, placing his hands on Luca’s shoulders. “I only want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

“I know, but…” Luca’s own hand hangs loosely off Alberto’s wrists. He sighs. “I dunno—I guess… I guess I’ve just been worried that you’re going to realize you only wanted me because there wasn’t anyone else.”

A joyless laugh. “Really? Because that’s what I’ve been worried about every day for the last eight months.”

A smile threatens to tug up Luca’s lip. “Oh, yeah?”

“I was so paranoid you’d find someone else in Genova and make all these new friends and not need me anymore.”

“You’re my first, Luca. For everything. I’ve never wanted anyone else,” he lies, and it’s a good lie, an easy lie, because he wants it to be true probably more than Luca ever could.

#2d nonsense

[seaweedraindraws]

I started this drawing… When did this movie come out? June? Anyways, November now. Finally finished it. I procrastinated.

#luca #pixar luca #pixar alberto #alberto scorfano #digital art #digital drawing #forgot to give him a reflection rip

[eyelovveu]

Kith 🥺

#idk how to draw Alberto in my style rip #pixar luca #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #alberto x luca #myarttag