My Muse Has Just Been Killed. Send Your Muse’s Reaction To Witnessing This.

Outdoor bookstore, Venice 

I really wanna see Callisto and Gerson hanging out together. That'd be the sweetest thing really - and just overall see Callisto getting close to monsters and having friends. And then a whole lotta angst =3c tbhiwantcallistotobeadoptedbygaster

but consider the following: what if callisto was adopted by gaster,,

and then he fell into the void

Stop romanticizing the moon

Callisto had simply been straightening up their room, making sure things were in their proper places, when they caught the scent of Toriel’s baking. Whatever the gentle-hearted boss monster was making… It smelled absolutely delightful. Naturally, Callisto was curious.

Not one to leave much unfinished, though, they quickly straightened their bedcovers–the final touch to make their room utterly spotless–and quietly pushed open their door to go investigate the kitchen. Their socked feet made a soft sound on the floor, hardly noticeable. Callisto was a pretty quite kid, anyway.

They entered the main room just outside of the kitchen, only to find it completely dark, save a bit of fire magic in the palm of Toriel’s paw.

“Toriel? What’s going on?” If they were going to be honest, they were a little nervous. The shadows cast a bit of a menacing look on the monster that’d been their caretaker for the last few weeks.

@curiositics

Toriel let her paws drop. Finally, she was done. Callisto had only mentioned their birthday in passing, but Toriel knoew that children enjoyed ecelbrating something which was truly theirs- a birthday. She had just finished the decorations, and went to go check on the cake she had baked.

Cakes were not Toriel’s speciality. She pulled out a tray with the cake base, and got out the icing that would go on it. 

‘Everyone likes vanilla, do that not?’ she asked herself. The spiders had given her this recipe; it was the only recipe they had that wasn’t spider based. Thankfully, no spiders at all were needed for Callisto’s cake. She pulled out a spoon from a drawer and began to put the icing on the cake. Toriel chuckled to herself- she was really ‘caking’ it on.

She finished pretty quickly and slipped the cake onto a large, cracked plate. Carefully, she took it out into the living room, and placed it on the table. She swore she could hear a door creaking, so she quickly extinguished the lights in the room and lit a single, small magic fire above one of her paw-fingers.

Send me 😇 for a thread where my muse is an angel.

Send me 😈 for a thread where my muse is a demon.

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

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

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

i didnt crop some of them :( thats so sad

i didnt crop any of the ones i made tonight

i guess thats ok :(( i guess i gotta make new ones