Callisto Pushed Their Glasses Back Up. Frankly, This Monster Both Looked And Smelled Absolutely Disgusting.

sweet n soft asks

sweet- what’s your favorite type of candy smooth- do you like classical music baby- do you want to be a parent courage- are you a strong athlete lovely- what’s the adjective you use when people ask “how are you” cutie- what’s your favorite orange thing skin- do you want any tattoos pictures- is art important to you in any way stars- use one word to describe space religion- do you practice religion - what religion if so one- are you a competitive person makeup- what is your most heavily used makeup product sheets- how many blankets do you sleep with chalk- what subject are you best at in school blush- are you easily embarrassed water- when was the last time you cried karma- do you believe in luck lips- what is your favorite thing to taste cupcake- cookies, pie, ice cream or cake music- list your 3 favorite bands or artists night- how many hours of sleep do you get smile- how was your day today

Everyone who reblogs this by May 10th 2016 will get a drawing based on their blog! ❤

(All of the posts that I saw had too many notes, so let’s make a new one!)

My muse just dreamt that they got killed by yours. Send me ‘✸’ for my muse to wake up from their nightmare and seeing yours.

(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.

“N-No, that’s alright.” A monster. A boss monster, maybe? Callisto would’ve picked up their journal and tried to find their notes on boss monsters, but if they recalled correctly, that section wasn’t too extensive. There weren’t any books on the surface about them, and there weren’t too many monsters they’d met who knew much anyways. The journal stayed by their loafers.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gaster, and uh--none taken.” They laughed a bit nervously. They could’ve said the same about monsters a month ago. “My name’s Callisto.”

Gaster seemed both kind and friendly, but the childlike curiosity in his expression was a little off-putting. Callisto felt like a novelty, and they didn’t like that. It was like being someone’s science experiment. They ran a hand through their mop of light blond--it was almost white, really--hair and pushed up their glasses. Nervous ticks.

Cyan hues dappled the monster before them, the luminescence of Waterfall’s rivers and flora gentle on his smile. He didn’t appear hostile at all and paused a good few feet away the instant they stood.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. My name is Gaster.” The volume of his greeting was muted, ginger - as if he’d just encountered a cornered animal he didn’t want to frighten off. “I was just on my way back from Snowdin. I’m surprised to be seeing you here, though. It’s not often I see your kind. No offense, of course.”

The chances of meeting a human in the Underground were slim; he was reasonably, but pleasantly, surprised. Still, Gaster respected a certain distance from Callisto. He was intrigued, yes, and he couldn’t help the glimmer in his eyes nor the bubbling excitement welling within him. However he wasn’t about to scare the child off.

“May I ask of your name?”

we are all stranger creatures than when we started out as kids

Send me “Can you ever forgive me?” for my muse’s reaction

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

Stargazing isn’t the same alone.

My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.