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Send |æ| to make my Muse forget everything about your Muse.

Use this to reset the relationships our Muses had.

Watch the gif for 30 seconds, then look at the picture! 

(for the most recent meme) callisto, if you're taking that scientist to see the stars, make sure you point out the correct constellations, the ones i taught you. okay?

send anons as one of my muse’s parents; accepting

“Dad? Is that really you?” He must’ve not had a lot of time. Now wasn’t the time for stupid questions!

“Y-Yeah, I’ll do that! I promise! I mean, he probably knows them already–but maybe he doesn’t remember! I’ll tell him all the stories about them, too, and… And I’ll get a new telescope too, ‘cause, I…” They couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Ours got broken. But I mean, that’s okay!” It didn’t matter that they were dead; they’d find a way to keep the promise. They had to.

Jupiter’s moon, Callisto.

                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

send in  “🔪+ a number” for your muse to impale mine with their weapon of choice.

through the heart.

through the side of their body.

through the shoulder

through the arm

through the leg

through the thigh

through the stomach

through the chest

through the hand

( writer’s choice. )

“:>”

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Callisto really loved Waterfall. Really loved Waterfall. It was quiet, serene, and the monsters here were fairly kind. Gerson in particular, actually...

But they knew they had to leave. If they didn’t, they’d never make it to Asgore. And then who would help break the barrier? Besides, Callisto was certain the monsters could only bear the Underground for so long; they had four souls already, and Callisto could see the impatience burning in their eyes. Even the kindest, gentlest people had their limits. And with what humans had done to the monsters... Callisto understood.

Sitting on the damp wooden bridge, Callisto removed their shoes and socks, rolling up their khakis to dip their feet into the luminescent water. It was a bit cold, but they didn’t seem to mind.

The soft sound of footfalls was what startled them up onto their bare feet, stumbling back a few steps.

“Who’s there?”

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

//"Can you ever forgive me?" ((bloomingasters =3c))

Callisto takes several steps back from Gaster. They hadn’t expected… How could he even see them?

They feel like they’re going to cry. It’d been awhile since they’d heard him talk. What was he even apologizing for? Callisto feels their own guilt, leaden on their heart–this was all their fault.

It was as if Gaster’s eyes were holding them in place; his gaze a heavy weight on their shoulders. How long had it been? Callisto had lost count of the months.

Their soul pulsed softly within the container on Gaster’s lab table, surrounded with little trinkets and tools–their journal, even, sat open next to a microscope. Callisto didn’t take notice of any of this, anyway, and even if they had they were too far away to see what page Gaster had flipped to.

If they were to take a step closer, they would see that the old, beaten spiral was opened to their crude notes on echo flowers, chock full of their incorrect theories.

“I-It’s not your fault,” they finally choke out. “I don’t… What are you apologizing for?”