Jupiter’s Moon - Callisto

A very sad ask meme

🍂- When was the last time you felt any variety of sadness?

🍎- What is the longest you’ve gone without eating?

🎉- When was the last time you went to a party? How was it?

🎹- What are your favourite sad songs?

🚿- What is the longest you’ve gone without showering/bathing?

😁- When is the last time you’ve been with a friend?

🐈- Do you have any pets?

🎭- How do you cope with sadness?

🚲- Have you ever tried to run away?

🏥- Have you/did you harm yourself?

🌃- What was the last time you went out by yourself?

⌛️- What is your biggest concern about time?

💉- How do you think you will die?

🔫- What would be the worst way to die for you?

🚫- What are your biggest fears?

💊- Do you have any illnesses?

♥️- When was the last time you felt loved and appreciated?

😞- Are you still hurt over something/someone?

💥- What do you dislike about yourself the most?

🎯- What’s the worst thing you’ve said to someone?

💔- What’s the worst thing someone has ever said to you?

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!)

“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.”

Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

A few hours before that, I happened upon a cute little used bookstore near Union Square. I somehow managed to not buy anything only to pass the Strand not long after…

Callisto was grinning, albeit a bit shakily.

“Thank you so much! It took me almost three weeks to come up with all that.” They took the journal back gratefully, hugging it to their chest. Clearly, it was the child’s most prized possession.

“I don’t meet many scientists either.” They laughed a bit. “On the Surface, there’s a lot of them, but most of them are of a very high status, so... They aren’t exactly people who would give a kid a second glance. Or anyone other than their colleagues, actually.” Callisto was still smiling, but their voice held a slight tinge of disappointment. They rocked back on their heels, looking down at their feet for a moment.

“I’d really like to hear about what actually makes echo flowers tick, though.” When they looked up again, they looked a bit more hopeful. Gaster was much friendlier than any of their heroes from the Surface had been--at least, the few Callisto had the opportunity to meet.

A pair of hands popped into existence, taking ahold of Callisto’s notebook with care. They were similar to the monster’s, only fur-less and with slender, tapering fingers that delicately turned the pages. His own paws were clasped close to his chest. Indifferent to this sudden appearance Gaster scanned over the contents with vivid interest.

“I see. Your theories are impressive - incorrect, but very thoughtful.” He settled down as he continued to read through, attention wholly enveloped by the child’s notes and entries. “You’re very intelligent, Callisto. It’s no wonder you’ve progressed so far through the Underground.”

Once he’d read through a considerable chunk of information Gaster offered their journal back. “It’s absolutely fascinating to read about another’s science! I don’t hear it as much as I’d like since there’s not too many scientists here. Well, none that I meet with often.”

its time for a tag dump,, i’m probably missing a fuckton

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Callisto really loved Waterfall. Really loved Waterfall. It was quiet, serene, and the monsters here were fairly kind. Gerson in particular, actually...

But they knew they had to leave. If they didn’t, they’d never make it to Asgore. And then who would help break the barrier? Besides, Callisto was certain the monsters could only bear the Underground for so long; they had four souls already, and Callisto could see the impatience burning in their eyes. Even the kindest, gentlest people had their limits. And with what humans had done to the monsters... Callisto understood.

Sitting on the damp wooden bridge, Callisto removed their shoes and socks, rolling up their khakis to dip their feet into the luminescent water. It was a bit cold, but they didn’t seem to mind.

The soft sound of footfalls was what startled them up onto their bare feet, stumbling back a few steps.

“Who’s there?”

Rumor 'as it that you'll be tha' one settin' us all free. That true?

rumor has it; accepting

“Yes, sir!” Callisto nodded emphatically. 

“Well, I mean… I’ll do my best. I just have to get through to Asgore. I’ve heard he’s very agreeable, though, so I think it’ll be alright.”