#SAGE!!!!

[hopesndreams-au]

(From my Amaris Undertale sideblog)

*Whoa, what kind of AU did I fall into?

*Is this (gestures vaguely at the trio) normal for you guys?

*Cuz in my universe, Chara isn’t the most…alive anymore.

*Like, at all. We got them a robot body.

*What the heck.

*Eh, dad’ll probably come pick me up.

*You guys want some fruit snacks?

(Before I answer this, I'd like to say how excited it makes me to receive an ask from you. Also, do you think you could send me a link to your sideblog(s)?)

Uh, this is a post-True Pacifist AU. And if you're talking about Chara having a human body, then yeah. It's been like this for about a year.

You've really come at a bad time. Frisk just went geno and I can't find the straitjacket anywhere.

*Frisk is at the top of the stairs, their eyes glowing red. They're smiling creepily and holding the Real Knife*

What the– HEY! Gimme my knife back!

No.

*Frisk disappears for a moment and then reappears in front of you. Now that they're up close, you see that their sclera is black.*

I'd love some fruit snacks.

What the heck!? *Asriel turns to Chara* When'd you teach 'em to shortcut?

I didn't.

[blakelysco-pilot]

oooh those prompts are so cute bestie!! I’d love to see 64 & 74 for Ev and Val, and 52 & 87 for Rosie and Jo?

Prompts from this list; ask box is, as always, open chickies! 💗

More of everyone’s favorite pilots & their sweethearts under the cut

Ev & Val

64. “Are you ticklish?”

74. 74. “Don’t let go.”

With the band playing on long into the night, and the Silver Wings Club full of chatter, no one had even heard the rain battering down on the roof. The rain itself wasn’t uncommon on base, but at near midnight after a few drinks, it seemed to stop everyone in their tracks.

“Damn; wasn’t expecting that.” Ev sighed, shrugging off his jacket.

“It’s pouring, why are you taking off your jacket?”

“To keep you dry,” Ev looked down at Val as he draped it over her shoulders. “I’m a gentleman, remember baby?”

“How could I ever forget.” She grinned, slipping her arms into the sleeves, and watching as they fell straight down past her hands, engulfing her.

“So cute,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Now come on, let’s see how quick I can get you back to your rack.”

“Wouldn’t mind stealing a jeep right about now.” She grumbled, pushing the sleeve of her right arm up so she could take his hand.

“Oh now she wants to steal a jeep!”

“Come on,” Val pinched his waist, watching as he jumped from where he was standing. It couldn’t be. She pinches his waist all the time. “Ev, what was that?”

“What was what?”

“Are you ticklish?!”

“No…”

“You are!”

“I’m not!”

To prove her point again, she pinched his waist, and he jumped just the same as before.

“How come when I do this while we’re dancing you don’t get all squirmy?”

“Cause I’m wearing my jacket,” he grumbled. “I don’t feel it as much, but I always know you’re there.”

“Oh honey, that's so cute!”

He fixed her with an eye roll before turning back to the door, the rain now somehow coming down harder than it had been a moment ago.

“Alright, you ready to make a break for it?”

“No, let’s go back inside and curl up in one of the big chairs until it passes.”

“Val,” he chuckled. “Mike already kicked us out.”

“Mike doesn’t know it’s pissing rain!”

“Alright, I’ve got an idea…”

Bending at the knees, Everett scooped her up like a bride, cradling her close to his chest as she wrapped an arm around his neck, her head thrown back in glee.

“I thought I’d at least have to wait until we got married for you to carry me this way!”

“You’re wearing a skirt,” he pecked her cheek. “I can’t carry you the other way without everyone else getting a show.”

“Oh no, we can’t have that,” she grinned wickedly, face pressed close to his. “Not when the show is only meant for you.”

“Sometimes I wonder how you got so fresh, and then I remember.”

“It’s four letters and he’s insufferable.”

“Remind me to thank him whenever he gets out of the stalag, yea?”

“Sure thing,” she mock saluted. “Now, let’s get to bed.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’ll sneak in there.”

“I’m counting on it.”

With a wink, Ev tightened his grip on her before stepping one foot out the door, the rain soaking up his pant leg in seconds flat.

“Don’t let go.” He looked down at her, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, asking her in the moment, and then some, to always hold on.

Rosie & Jo

52. “Can I kiss you?”

87. “You were never just my friend.”

He thought he had it all figured out that morning when he left for work. He was Major Robert Rosenthal. He was smart. He was capable. He was still unable to pull the wool over his mothers eyes.

“Ma, I’ll be home late tonight, we have a big case and I’ll probably-“

“Spend the night at Josephine’s?”

Mrs. Rosenthal fixed her son with a look, one that said he wasn’t fooling anyone. That woman knew exactly what he was up to. With her parents once again visiting Mrs. Harris’ sister down south, Josephine was home alone, and unlike the last time, Rosie was home too, and didn’t like the idea of his girlfriend puttering around in that house by herself.

“I don’t like the idea of her alone, Ma.”

“I know,” his mother sighed. “Go on, just, be respectable for the love of god, Robert.”

“Love you Ma!” He passed her on his way out with a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll call later, okay?”

“Yes, yes of course, now go,” she shooed her son out the door. “Have a nice day at work, and give Josephine my love.”

Now, it was early evening and he was walking down the block towards her home. His briefcase in one hand and a bouquet of peonies in the other, he couldn’t help the extra pep in his step at the idea of spending a whole weekend with her with no one watching them. Quickly ascending the stairs, he knocked on the door, his smile growing as he saw her silhouette approach the door. Then she was there, standing in front of him with a bright smile, stepping forward to wrap her arms around him.

“Hi!”

“Hey, honey,” he sighed, feeling his entire body relax as she hugged him. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” she pressed her lips to his cheek, and Rosie felt himself yearning for every night after work to be this way. “Come in, I’ve got a surprise for you!”

“A surprise? And here I thought I was surprising you.”

Jo stepped back to assess him, and it was then she saw the bouquet of pink and white flowers in his hand, and the twinkle in his eye.

“Robbie, they’re beautiful,” taking them from him, she pressed her nose softly into the petals to take in their sweet scent, smile growing. “Thank you!”

“I know peonies are your favorite.”

“Second favorite.”she grinned.

“What? Wait, I thought -”

“You’re my first favorite,” she took his hand and led him into the house. “Always have been, and always will be.”

He shook his head thoughtfully, her sweet remark lingering between them as he followed her further into the house. He had dropped his briefcase by the door on his way in, and was surprised to see that she had cooked dinner for him while the house was hers alone for the day.

“I made dinner,” she turned back to face him, and he could see she looked a little nervous. “I got the recipe from Jean…”

“Honey pie, I would have been perfectly happy with a club sandwich and some french fries, but this smells amazing.”

“If it’s no good, I promise I won’t be offended. Or upset.”

“Jo, come here…” he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest. Here she was, one of the best bakers he knew, self proclaimed world's best chocolate chip cookies, and she was nervous over dinner.

“We can always go out…”

“Shh,” he pulled her into his arms, cradling her face gently. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Oh!”

“Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask permission, you know. My kisses are for you, always.”

Rosie closed the gap between them, his lips covering Jo’s with zero hesitation. One hand slipped up and into her hair, pulling her closer just so he could feel her body pressed against his. Feel her hands gripping his arms with such force that it felt like she’d never let go. He never wanted her to. She giggled when his mustache tickled her lip, but never wavered in her kiss; her hands slipping up from his biceps until she could wrap her arms around his neck. Nothing but the need for oxygen could separate them, and even then. Rosie was convinced if he was going to die, he’d want to do it in her arms.

“All those kisses just for me,” he whispered against her skin as they broke apart. “How lucky for me… we should have stopped being just friends a long time ago.”

“You were never just my friend,” she purred, nosing at him softly. “I hope you know that.”

“I know. I’m just sorry we wasted so much time dancing around it for so long.”

“I’m not sorry. All my greatest moments have been with you, and we get to keep doing that now. The only difference is, there’s more of this…”

She kissed him again to prove her point, and he agreed in earnest, hands coming to grip her thighs and hoist her into his arms.

“Much more of this,” he grinned. “I promised Ma I’d be a respectable gentleman this weekend…”

“Your mother isn’t here.” Jo winked.

“Then let’s go work up an appetite, sweetheart…”

[winniemaywebber]

Winnie darling!! Those January OTP prompts omg 🥺🥺🥺 could I please request “New beginnings” and “Shooting star” for Mr. and Mrs. Croz, and “Surprise hug” and “Snow angels” for Olive and Dougie? Love you pookie! 💕

hi gorgeous!!! thank you - as always - for persevering with me as my my brain turned to soup over the weekend. ilysm <3

under the cut to save space! (prompts are from this list)

snow angel // surprise hug

Another forlorn whimper, followed by a scratch on the door. Olive finally remembers, in her tired state, that Meatball had spent the night in the Dollies’ Hut, now begging to go outside. Slowly peeling herself from her warm man and the cozy blanket, Olive dresses quickly, whispering at Meatball to hush as she opens the door, the dog running out into the snow that covered the entire base. 

It's a whimpering sound that shocks Olive into consciousness, too early for her liking. She opens her sleep-heavy eyes slowly, half expecting the sounds to be coming from Dougie, who was laying next to her, all curled up. The noise, however, wasn't coming from him; instead, sweet snores and snuffles leaving his nose and mouth as he snuggles into his girl as close as possible.

The silent white of the world causes Olive to squint, a shiver running through her body as she lights a cigarette. 

“Come on, pal,” she urges, the husky bounding up to her at her words. In his excitement, and not knowing his own strength, he places his paws on Olive’s body and pushes, sending her to the ground. She lays there for a few seconds, slightly winded and trying to get her bearings.

“Making a snow angel there, honey girl?” Dougie stands above her, hand outstretched to help her up almost immediately.

“No,” she whines. “That darn dog!”

“Oh, sweetheart…”

“Why are you up? You were dead asleep when I left a minute ago!”

“Couldn't feel you next to me,” he smiles, eyes wrinkling sweetly. He sees her shivering again, pulling her by the hand and taking her in his arms. She yelps with surprise, but quickly snuggles in, feeling his nose snuffle into her neck the way it always does. 

“Come back to bed, dolly?” he asks, pulling away to plant a soft kiss on her mouth.

“I will, as soon as I've wrangled this–”

With a single loud bark, Meatball spots his other friend with his best girl, happy that Dougie has come to play too. It's as if it happens in slow motion: the paws, pressed to the stomach and push, sending the couple flying.

“Dang it, Meatball!”

new beginnings // a shooting star

“New beginnings,” Rosie adds, Jean spotting him wipe away a small tear. “Look at us,” he laughs, placing an arm around his wife Josephine and looking at the other faces, bodies squashed around the Crosby’s small dining table. “All able to be together now.”

“To us,” Jean Crosby says, raising her glass. Looking around the room, into the glassy eyes of her friends, she adds some final words to her toast: “and to those who should be sat here with us.” There's a murmur of agreement as everyone clinks glasses. 

Everyone nods in silent agreement, the emotional moment washing over them. Jean passes a wink to her girls: Josephine, Jules, Vika, Olive and Val, while Croz shuffles around the table, shaking hands with each of the men he fought the grisly war with; he, Rosie, Everett and Dougie physically beside each other while waiting for others - John Brady and Benny DeMarco- to be released from the Stalag.

“Let us do the dishes, Jean,” Rosie asks. 

“Not on your life, Robert Rosenthal. The last time you did dishes in this kitchen, the floor needed to be mopped three times over. I was ankle deep in dish soap.”

“Maybe he wants a rematch, Jeanie,” Jo says pointedly, laughing at the memory of her and Rosie having a bubble fight on one of their first weeks together at the Crosby house. “Not to worry, me and the girls have it. Right?”

A chorus of “yes,” “mhm, yep,” and “of course,” leave the girls, scrambling to collect dessert plates and wine glasses. 

As Jean joins them, her husband pulls her to the side. “Come with me, my little wife,” he purrs, pressing a kiss into her soft curls.

“Whatever for, Bing?”

“I'd just like a moment alone with you,” he smiles. “Hectic in here. And I've barely seen you all day.”

“Twisting my arm as always, Binger,” she grins back, pulling on her jacket.

“Clear night out,” Dougie calls, lighting a cigarette and handing it to Olive almost immediately. “Might even catch a shooting star!”

[geospark]

@tellme-o-muse @literatureisdying

@burningsageeee

Atlas, auden, this is sage,

Sage, this is Auden and Atlas.

[vampacidic]

now that jimmy carter is dead can i just say what an absolute power move it was for him to run for governor of georgia with segregation as his platform, only to do a complete 180 once in office. insane

[wheresmydolly]

13 & 45 for the wrapped game bestie! <3

hi babes!!!

13:

45:

[lemontongues]

shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡

[ambi-stage]

Stone if he marries into the in-game Robotnik family (the true ending)

[orchidbreezefc]

i made a variant of [link: two cakes] to illustrate a related principle

[xpawglifex]

Christmas came early 🥳🥳🥳

[supd00dle]

First I wanted to draw Maria’s new model but then—

ARK SIBLINGS AND EGG SIBLINGS

[proxycrit]

Day 32- Abandoned Equestrian Riding Course

Link has an arm collection. Zelda has a frog collection. Good thing they have hammer space in the form of an enchanted bag.

(And the purah pad too, I GUESS)

((This is a totk au called familiar familiar! Tldr, zelda doesnt go back in time.))

(((Check out thy patreon for sketches and ✨ crimes ✨. Remember to use web or android!)))

[stardustmuseum]

girls will be like “this shade of green 😍” about every shade of green they see, and they’re right

[mossytrashcan]

and u don’t seem to understand

[roxazure]

working on a bigger piece so I'll just post these here right away. the last one is a warm up doodle