Torment My Muse With Questions. About Their Past, About Their Regrets, Their Unanswered Hopes. Make My

I saw this image when I was a kid. The photograph of Jupiter taken by NASAs Voyager. Beautiful. But nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive. Breathing. I was hypnotized.

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The Little Things Give You Away

CALLISTO.

Callisto’s face lit up with a wide grin--a rare occurrence for the quiet child.

“Wow, I--it’s perfect!” They burst out, skittering forwards to hug Toriel tightly. Their socks slid a bit on the wooden floors, but they didn’t fall. In truth, Callisto hadn’t even remembered today was their birthday, and they were all the more touched that Toriel had.

“Vanilla’s my favorite. Thanks, Tori.” It’d been awhile since someone had done something so kind for them. It was not that their foster parents had been terrible... They just didn’t do kind things without reason. But they were good people. hey were good people.

Callisto wrapped their arms right around Toriel, although, being smaller than her prevented their arms from making it all the way around her middle.

Toriel snapped her paw. It didn’t make a proper sound, but it worked for the effect she wanted. The light overhead turned on, and all of her had work over the night was lit up. She picked up the burned-down cake candle beside the food and placed it on top, using the fire magic to light it.

‘Happy birthday, my child!’ the boss monster exclaimed, searching the child’s face. ‘I know it is not much, but it was as good as I could get while you were asleep. I hope you like vanilla?’ Toriel asked, the fire magic in her palm now extinguished. She gestured towards the cake, smiling.

From the kids that had come before Callisto, Toriel knew some of human customs. Like having children blow out candles on their birthday cakes; to be honest, it was a pretty nifty was to celebrate.

My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.

My muse has fallen asleep while clutching something your muse needs back. How does your muse react?

Originally posted by heyitsfayth

At some point                       I started looking at the ground more than the sky At some point                I’ve gotten scared of people’s eyes I hold out my hand,         But no one holds it.

Send "Tick Tock" for a random thought without context that my character has during a day.

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Send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

By popular demand (one request), here is last night’s gif of Ganymede entering and exiting an eclipse, without the pause in the middle.  Photographed by Voyager 1, 26 Febuary 1979.  (It’s a pity that Voyager didn’t keep taking photographs for all of the eclipse entry.)