Askthetic (these Are Beautiful!)

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

you shall have peace when the stars arrive.

i fixed it. the other one had wonky colors and ALSO... it was flipped the wrong way :’)

the other one looked wrong and i couldn’t tell why and now it’s like 1:15 am but this was worth it because this one looked better and also... i saved the layers so i can edit the expression without having to erase other parts of it hah ain’t that smart

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Originally posted by pinkfloydvinyl

Search the tumblr gif function for YOUR MUSES EYE COLOR. Reblog with the gif that describes your muse best!

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 … ?”

Send 🎀 to put a bow in my muses hair

//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.”

Callisto had followed him to the little patch of flowers, eager to watch them closely. They’d been lucky enough to remember where their pencil was--something often forgotten--and began scribbling furiously on the first blank page they could find as Gaster explained everything to them. He was right; it was absolutely fascinating. One of the more amazing phenomena they’d witnessed.

They glanced over their messy notes briefly, making a few changes here and there to make things more legible, but they nodded, a grin stretching across their features. Pulling such a large smile out of the child was a miracle in and of itself.

“That’s... Wow. That’s really, really cool. Definitely not what I’d expected, either!” Callisto often found that discovering things were exactly the opposite of what they’d hypothesized was more satisfying, more intriguing than finding they’d been right all along. Caught up in curiosity, they leaned down to whisper a few words into the flower closest to them. The inquisitiveness was much more childlike than their intellect; and the faint expression of wonderment seemed to take a few years off their already-youthful face.

“.... H e l l o .....”

“.... H e l l o ,  l i t t l e  m o o n ....”

“Of course! Knowledge is meant to be shared, not kept to one’s self. I warn you though, I’ve been told by friends that once I start talking I never stop!” The good-natured scientist’s ensuing grin was crooked but jolly, and the prospect of rambling off about echo flowers excited him as much as it did the child. If not more so, even.

“I promise you I know far more than your scientists, Young One, so you might wish to take notes.” Pride shone visibly on Gaster’s expression. “I am over a thousand years old after all.” With an waggish wink he ambled over to a patch of nearby echo flowers. He beckoned for them to approach but spoke clearly and audibly enough for Callisto to hear him from their spot.

“As you may know echo flowers repeat the last words they hear. Essentially they mimic words - without anyone to speak around them they are eventually silent or their echoing becomes white noise.” Gaster drew a paw across the petal of one, whispering into it. 

“… C a l l i s t o…”

“It of course centers around magic.” After a lengthy explanation, pausing occasionally to catch his breath or to go into greater detail, the doctor peered back at them. “Fascinating, yes?”