Send “👏”and I’ll Describe What A Fusion Between Our Muses Would Look And Act Like.

                     But some secrets are so strange                          and so dangerous

                       that showing them to people makes                               the strangeness and the danger pour                               into their lives like a dark, dark ink.

“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?”

i can see the stars when i close my eyes. i hope my dreams are just as beautiful as them.

What is it called when shapes play pranks on one another? A geometrick. I was gonna make a joke about sodium and hydrogen but NaH. Think like a proton and stay positive~

Callisto giggled, a hand reaching up to cover it.

“Those were sodium funny, I slapped my Neon that one! I love to hear good chemistry jokes periodically. But hey, did you know that Magnesium and Oxygen got together? When I found out, I was like… OMg!”

They could tell you bad chemistry jokes all day, but they thought it might get Boron. Besides, all the good ones Argon.

This website applies water ripple effects to your pictures and I doodles echo flowers to try it out because I am Undertale trash.

You muse is kidnapping My muse . Send ‘💉’ for  my muses reaction to you’re sedating them on the grab.

Ganymede May Harbor ‘Club Sandwich’ of Oceans and Ice

The largest moon in our solar system, a companion to Jupiter named Ganymede, might have ice and oceans stacked up in several layers like a club sandwich, according to new NASA-funded research that models the moon’s makeup.

Previously, the moon was thought to harbor a thick ocean sandwiched between just two layers of ice, one on top and one on bottom.

“Ganymede’s ocean might be organized like a Dagwood sandwich,” said Steve Vance of NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif., explaining the moon’s resemblance to the “Blondie” cartoon character’s multi-tiered sandwiches. The study, led by Vance, provides new theoretical evidence for the team’s “club sandwich” model, first proposed last year. The research appears in the journal Planetary and Space Science.

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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 … ?”

Jupiter’s Moons

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The Little Things Give You Away