Sweet N Soft Asks

Excuse me! Your glasses are quite intriguing. Have you a tale to tell or two to tell to me concerning them?

“Oh yeah! I definitely have some interesting stories. I mean, they’re just your ordinary pair of prescription glasses, so they’re not super great stories, but,” Callisto let out a short, nervous laugh.

“There was this one time my dog got a hold them. It was pretty crazy, actually, because I definitely thought that they were safe on the table, but no, Scout jumped up and grabbed ‘em! I mean, he was a greyhound, and kinda tall, so… I should’ve seen it coming. Anyways, he almost broke them.

“Scout really liked to take things and make you chase him around, and usually it was just socks! He’d must’ve been waiting to get his paws on something I really cared about though, haha. The game always lasted longer when he did that. Luckily, I managed to grab them before he chewed them up too bad… He did break them in half, though. That’s why I’ve taped the middle.”

//5, 6, 22~

meme; accepting5. What are their chief tension areas?

Tension tends to build in their neck & upper back.

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

I linked it above but also down here. I think it’s more interesting if I don’t explain, to be honest.

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

Callisto isn’t very trusting right away, but it really is a case-to-case sort of thing. There may be some people they trust quicker than others. However, it’s much less typical for them to trust someone right off the bat.

RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

👏 //one last meme before I take to slumber - bloomingasters

fusions; accepting

* The fluffy, satyr-like monster seems to be at peace.

This fusion is a very calm one. There’s no internal battle; Gaster and Callisto are both pretty friendly with each other. So in theory, they could stay fused for much longer periods of time. Altogether, they’re a very happy fusion. They’re easily excited, fairly friendly, (Callisto has trouble with that, but Gaster is the social butterfly they always wanted to be) and as curious as ever. They also have an impeccable work ethic.

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

“Merci, Monsieur.” Callisto grinned; their pronunciations weren’t perfect, they knew, but the encouragement felt nice. 

“Where’d you learn French, anyways? Did you go to France or something?” They asked, pulling out their pencil to absently twirl it around their fingers. They knew Gaster was old--very old. Someone so old must’ve done some rather amazing things in their life.

He’d... He’d must’ve seen a lot of things Callisto had only read about.

Continued from here: X 

@curiositics

Gaster nodded, pleased that they’d caught on rather quickly. The bio-luminescent flora beneath them, true to their name sake, echoed back to them as if praising the child’s success. 

“Oui. You’re a quick learner, young one. It took myself quite some time to pronounce even a simple phrase like that correctly.” The monster’s throatier accent, though now fine tuned after years of practice, had taken time to adjust to the silken flow of the language. 

Pride swelled in his soul, twinkling on his smile like the gems high above. “ Très bien. Very good.”

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

Originally posted by heyitsfayth

BLACK VELVET NEBULA CAKE

Callisto pushed their glasses back up. Frankly, this monster both looked and smelled absolutely disgusting. But he had a kind smile, and he was offering food. Their stomach growled audibly, and they felt their face heat up with embarrassment. They kept their journal clutched close to their chest, and shifted uncomfortably on their feet.

“Food sounds nice,” They tried a sheepish smile. “I mean, I don’t really know what you have, but... Anything sounds good to me.” Three Crab Apples a day for the last couple of days hadn’t been the most pleasant decision Callisto had made on their journey, but rationing food so they could get further was what was most important. Going a day without eating wouldn’t be good for their body or their morale.

The kid took comfort in the fact that Burgerpants looked just as nervous as they felt.

Continued from here: X

@curiositics

Burgerpant’s already drooping eyes squinted, and he inhaled a heavy puff of smoke before exhaling in the direction opposite of the child. He smelled absolutely rank, and looked as disheveled as anyone could guess with just one whiff of the guy. 

Sympathy unfurled on his expression; Callisto looked to be in an even worse state than him, if possible. Hell, it was an almost impressive feat, but it only increased his pity for the poor kid. Which he really didn’t want to bother with while on his break. Or ever.

“Damnit…” His conscious won over and after a muttered curse Burgerpants crouched down to eye level with them. “You look horrible. And that’s something comin’ from a guy like me.” In an attempt to be friendly he flashed an awkward smile, revealing his yellowed teeth. “Uh…”

He stood, scratching the back of his neck. His dingy orange fur bristled and he sighed. Damn his conscious; someday he was going to be fired for trying to be a nice guy, he just knew it. 

“If you really need some grub, little buddy, I might be able to um…sneak you some food. Gotta be careful so my boss doesn’t catch me, but you look like you could use some burgers or something. Yeah. Um…So you want anything?”

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”