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//2, 6, 16 (man I want to send so many you don't even know~)

no easy answer; accepting2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

“Well, if I’m honest, it does. It’d make me feel nervous and threatened, and I’d certainly treat him differently. I don’t think that the majority murderers deserve a second chance, though... It does depend on the situation. I would be a lot less afraid of someone who killed in self-defense, for instance. Maybe I’m answering this wrong, but... I’m being honest.”

6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?

“I--uh, I don’t lie to well. I don’t know. I don’t know. How evil are they? If they would hurt anyone if I let them go, or if the evil things they did hurt people, I’d lie. I’d try to lie, probably.”

16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

“Do we h-have to talk about this?” There’s a long pause.

“I got startled... I was... I was scared. I didn’t have time to contemplate. I just--I...” That wasn’t answering the question.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. But if I had to, I would. I have. I’m scared I’ll do it again, yes.”

The echo was warm, welcoming, fatherly. Despite themself, Callisto felt a suddenly sharp stab of loneliness. A hesitant hand reached to touch the bioluminescent bloom, feeling the soft petals. Cupping their hands around the back of the echo flower, Callisto brought it closer to them again, whispering softly into it.

“ ... I ‘ m  s t a r t i n g  m y  o r b i t  a r o u n d  J u p i t e r ...”

The child glanced back over at Gaster as the echo flower whispered back, smiling a little. They doubted he realized the significance of the nickname. He probably didn’t even know what it meant. That didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. Callisto held their ear a little closer to the flower, trying to hear any fault in the replication of their voice and hearing none. The sound was immaculately clear at first, and as soft as the echo flower’s petals.

Little Moon? How curious.

The minuscule detail was noticed in the back of Gaster’s mind; he was much more interested in Callisto’s behavior.

In the Underground there weren’t many children. Few as they were, he saw even less with his job occupation. Regulation of the Core and certain experiments weren’t suitable for most children, and as much as Gaster loved science (with all his heart, really) he sometimes felt a pang in his soul at that. Children were so full of youth and life, so new to the world they lived in. Everything was magical to them.

Observing Callisto, he noted how they were in awe of the sotto voce imitations. The monster and human were illuminated a ethereal blue - the echo flowers also mimicked the infinitely distant starlight and comets in the high above galaxy, even further away beneath Mt. Ebott. It was beautiful. It was harmonious.

Gaster smiled.

“… L i t t l e  M o o n , L i t t l e  M o o n , h o w  d o  y o u  d o … ?”

WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR ART WAS FFLIPPED THE WRONG WAY WHEN U LINED IT AND NOW ITS FUCKED UP AND YOU HAVE TO REDO IT

It sounded like a fairytale. Callisto laughed, and its soft tinkle rippled through the echo flowers quietly. Though their giggles quickly subsided, they were left with a broad smile.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! What’d you do to the Queen to make her so mad?” 

They folded their hands neatly, resting them on the flat of their stomach and watched the little gnats buzz about above them. Gaster had a lot more stories than Callisto had excepted; though if they were honest, they weren’t what they’d expected in the first place.

“I have been to France several times actually. When I was, oh, six hundred or so I was constantly traveling. France, Persia, Ireland, Denmark - I could never stay in one place for long. I favoured France most however.”

With fond memories in mind he waved leisurely in the air, tiny insects and specks of light flitting around his paw. “I met a few of their monarchs as well. Some were..more hospitable than others. I was almost beheaded by a Queen once, but fortunately the King managed to convince her to not sentence me to death.” Despite it being more of dire situation the monster simply chuckled, light hearted as ever.

“I was good friends with that King, and his own royal scientist as well. I visited as often as I could and my French wasn’t too insulting by then.”

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My muse has fallen asleep while clutching something your muse needs back. How does your muse react?

Originally posted by heyitsfayth

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them.

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.

💛: Loves them platonically.

💚: Is a little jealous of them.

💙: Feels pretty indifferent towards them.

💜: Finds them sexually attractive.

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.

💗: Finds them romantically attractive.

💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

💝: Looks up to them as a role model.

💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

💔: Hates their guts.

💘: Doesn’t really like them, but doesn’t flat-out hate them either.

@ the undertale fandom

can we talk about some things for a moment? i’ve been noticing lots of things within a lot of the community lately, and i’m starting to get sick of seeing them. i’m gonna put this under a read more since it might get long. also, things may not be ordered well, i’m just talking about various things.

warning for: - ship hate (soriel) - sort-of character hate (sans)

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The most important exercise you’ll do all day.

Callisto did their best to squeeze Gaster back, but they weren’t too strong. Besides, he was letting them down now, anyways. They stumbled back a bit dizzily, still laughing.

“That’s okay, I do too,” they huffed. Their cheeks were a little sore from smiling so hard, too, and their stomach ached from the laughter, though both feelings were pleasant. They hadn’t smiled so hard in awhile either.

“I’m excited, though! I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously.” They rock on their heels, standing straighter than they had before. Pride was swelling in their chest; it seemed that despite their many shortcomings when it came to science, they had finally thought up something brilliant.

“Well if we are friends then consider a token of friendship!” 

It had been ages since so much hope had flourished within the ancient monster; a child’s laughter had never been sweeter, and his cheeks had never been so sore from grinning. 

A while had passed since Gaster last received a hug as well. Eventually his circling steps slowed until he was left standing still. He squeezed the child tightly, hoping that such a simple act as an embrace could convey his gratitude. “Thank you so much, dear Callisto.”

After a moment he set them down. Gaster was no less ecstatic but for Callisto’s sake he thought it best to put them down before he spun the both of them into the river. 

One of many hovering hands patted their head affectionately. “I hope I didn’t dizzy you too much,” He commented wryly, “I tend to get caught up in the excitement of things.”