Color-coded Starter Call!

Send me “Where have you been?” to confront my muse after they’ve been missing for a year

Echo flowers were not just beautiful; Callisto found that they smelled quite lovely as well. The scent stuck to their clothing like pollen, and when they left they’d find it hard to be rid of the pleasant smell. Not that they’d want to get rid of it.

Callisto marveled at the flowers for a long time, then, listening to the soft harmonies of echoes. They hadn’t heard that nickname in many years.

Letting out a quiet, appreciative sigh, Callisto trailed their fingers along the velvety, glowing petals again.

“Hey, Little Moon, you need some help with that?”

“Daaad, I got it! Hurry and get the door, we’re gonna miss it!”

Callisto stood up, brushing the dirt from their bottom absently.

“Dad! Dad come back out you have to see this! It’s starting!”

They suddenly felt very badly that the monsters down here couldn’t see the stars.

They wondered if Gaster had ever seen the stars.

“Hey, Gaster...?” Callisto started quietly, finishing dusting themself off and standing straight. “Have you ever seen the stars?”

It wasn’t as if they had pictures to show him if he hadn’t... But maybe, maybe if they talked to Asgore... Maybe Gaster--maybe no one--would need pictures.

Redolent fragrances wisped around the two. Motes of pollen wafted around their soft-spoken conversation, twirling slowly in the air like starlit dancers to the dulcet tones of their voices.  

“… H o w  i s  y o u r  v i e w  o f  t h e  t w i n k l i n g  s t a r s  t o n i g h t  …?”

Tranquility cradled the moment and Gaster committed it to memory; every emotion to his heart, and every expression and word to his mind. 

“…T h e y  s h i n e  j u s t  f o r  y o u , L i t t l e  M o o n …”

The nickname was nothing more than that to him, but at seeing Callisto’s reaction to it he thought it must hold a much deeper meaning to them. It was little more than a breath, those two words.

And Gaster wondered at the importance of that nickname, and he wondered how a child could be as entranced by the echo flowers as he was.

askthetic (these are beautiful!)

1: what color do you talk in?

2: what songs do you think people remember you by?

3: if you could take claim for any invention, which would it be?

4: radio or mp3?

5: what movie character would you choose to be your parent and why?

6: if people floated instead of walking, how far off the ground would you be?

7: choose a song to live off of.

8: would you rather have clouds for feet or suns for hands?

9: is your phone charged enough?

10: if you could choose one person to protect with your life, who would it be?

11: if you had to choose one person to be protected by, who would they be?

12: what book do you need to read?

13: who saved your life?

14: CDs or vinyl?

15: if you could only repeat words said by one person, who would you want to be echoing?

16: do you like feeling tall?

17: do you like wearing other people's shirts?

18: if you could breathe music, which artist would you choose to inhale and which would you choose to exhale?

19: would you rather have hair that changes color with emotion or get injured each time you're touched by the person you love?

20: what are the promises you've made to yourself?

21: if your family died, whose house would you go to for safety and reassurance?

22: what wouldn't you do to help a friend?

23: if you had to choose one music artist, actor, or author to become your mentor, who would it be?

24: who do you admire most in the world? why?

25: what are songs that make you want to become the sky?

26: would you rather be the night sky or the day sky?

26: would you rather be the sky or the earth?

27: would you rather be the earth or the moon?

28: would you rather be the moon or the sun?

29: if you had to change your name to something else, what would you change it to? why?

30: are your hands cold?

31: if you had to choose three articles of clothing to keep for the next three years of your life, what would they be?

32: monet or da vinci?

33: van gogh or michelangelo?

34: if you were a teacher, what would you assign to your class as their first project?

35: how do you pronounce 'crayon'?

36: have you ever wanted to be invisible?

37: have you ever wanted to be everywhere?

38: if you could change any one thing about your current surroundings, what would it be?

39: do you hear things in layers or all at once?

40: neon light or natural light?

41: if you could choose one instrument to master overnight, which would it be?

your blog is super awesome and so is your oc. i love them so much also youre a nerd <3

Hey guess what I love you (and excuse me….. I think you’re the nerd).

Honestly thank you though it’s really encouraging to hear that because ocs are just…really difficult to sell? And you always have to worry about development and backstory and making sure they’re not sue-ish or too cookie-cutter………..it’s a fine line.

describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

i’ve got some great ideas for this blog & i’m very excited

✮ = stargazing ✏ = teaching them a different language . //bloomingasters, if it's too much one is good~

@bloomingasters

They lay in a patch on echo flowers next to Gaster, staring up at the crystalline stars. There are no recognizable constellations, but... Callisto finds that they don’t particularly mind. It’s a little cold, and they’re no longer afraid of the boss monster, so they’ve snuggled into his side a bit, still laying on their back.

The soft trickling of the stream and the distant hum of the waterfalls beyond this point soothes them, and they close their eyes slowly. Callisto is imagining a much different night sky. They draw lines for Cassiopeia, Ursa Major, Capricornus, Pices, Orion, Virgo, Cygnus, Perseus--

“So... Bonjour, je m’appelle Callisto, right?” Callisto opened their eyes, glancing over at Gaster through their peripheral to check for his approval.

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

we are all stranger creatures than when we started out as kids

It was a little worrying to see Gaster so blank looking. At first, Callisto had thought he’d tell them it was a silly idea; that there was no way they could guarantee that they could find anyone else to come back with them, that they couldn’t even guarantee that they weren’t just using this to get out of the Underground scot-free.

Callisto felt their heart leap at how excited Gaster was, smiling widely as he bounced. A genius. They were a genius! It made them bounce a little too, though less animated than Gaster. Not having to think of anyone else dying for this was making them feel a lot better--and knowing Asgore didn’t want to kill them was relieving.

They laughed as they were lifted off their feet, wrapping their arms around Gaster’s neck and hugging him tightly in return. Burying their face in the crook of his neck, they let their laughter collapse into joyful giggles.

“You don’t h-have to repay me,” They managed to splutter out, “it’s what friends are for!” They squeezed their eyes shut to avoid getting dizzy, though it was a little late for that.

The thought that all their poorly-executed backyard experiments would be a thing of the past, though, was extremely excited nonetheless. And not having to put out the money for a telescope would be nice, too.

For a minute he was entirely devoid of expression. Gaster blankly blinked at the child, his mind processing their plan.

“Callisto…You’re a genius!” All at once the scientist all but bounced with elation, laughter bright and buoyant, wistfulness lost in light of the thought of freedom.

“I’ve never thought of that before! No one has! With all that’s happened, no one’s even considered a human willing to set us free, but you, Callisto, you are a genius! An absolute genius!” He was gesturing passionately, a myriad of other hands popping up and following along in fervor. “No one else will have to die and we’ll be free to see the stars and feel the wind! Asgore must listen to you, dear young one, he must! He loathes the death of others more than any monster, you know.”

Gaster snapped his fingers at a sudden thought; the hands behind, beside, and all around him snapped in sync. “We’ll have to study a bit of course - cold, hard facts will convince anyone that your plan will surely work - but I’m certain it would work!”

Again, he laughed, the joyous sound resonating throughout the bundles of echo flowers, and twisted around to face Callisto once more. “And once the barrier is no more I’ll give you a telescope! One made by myself - it’ll be better than anything money could buy, I promise you. Oh, dear child, you have no idea how happy this makes me!” 

With hardly a second thought Gaster plucked Callisto off the ground and spun them ‘round and ‘round, mirth warm in his grin. “We’ll go star gazing together! I can always assist you with any lab equipment, and anything else you need! It’d be the least I could do to repay you, once you set us all free!”