Northern Downpour // Panic! At The Disco

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.”

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

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.

probably one of the last images of Jupiter for this year, and i’m happy to see a somehow detailed Callisto . Opposition is gone , see you next year dude. #astronomy #astrophotography #hires #planets #jupiter #giove #callisto #solarsystem #universe #ig_astrophotography #asi120mc #celestronrocks #space #spaceistheplace by soundofluna https://www.instagram.com/p/BEIuI08nlCl/

//Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

meme; accepting

“Oh, well, I haven’t had cake in a long time. I can’t remember...

“... I think I liked marbled cake the best. With chocolate frosting.”

Outdoor bookstore, Venice 

describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

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?”

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

Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.