RP Starters: Injured/death

Callisto did their best to squeeze Gaster back, but they weren’t too strong. Besides, he was letting them down now, anyways. They stumbled back a bit dizzily, still laughing.

“That’s okay, I do too,” they huffed. Their cheeks were a little sore from smiling so hard, too, and their stomach ached from the laughter, though both feelings were pleasant. They hadn’t smiled so hard in awhile either.

“I’m excited, though! I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously.” They rock on their heels, standing straighter than they had before. Pride was swelling in their chest; it seemed that despite their many shortcomings when it came to science, they had finally thought up something brilliant.

“Well if we are friends then consider a token of friendship!” 

It had been ages since so much hope had flourished within the ancient monster; a child’s laughter had never been sweeter, and his cheeks had never been so sore from grinning. 

A while had passed since Gaster last received a hug as well. Eventually his circling steps slowed until he was left standing still. He squeezed the child tightly, hoping that such a simple act as an embrace could convey his gratitude. “Thank you so much, dear Callisto.”

After a moment he set them down. Gaster was no less ecstatic but for Callisto’s sake he thought it best to put them down before he spun the both of them into the river. 

One of many hovering hands patted their head affectionately. “I hope I didn’t dizzy you too much,” He commented wryly, “I tend to get caught up in the excitement of things.”

i can see the stars when i close my eyes. i hope my dreams are just as beautiful as them.

The most important exercise you’ll do all day.

sweet n soft asks

sweet- what’s your favorite type of candy smooth- do you like classical music baby- do you want to be a parent courage- are you a strong athlete lovely- what’s the adjective you use when people ask “how are you” cutie- what’s your favorite orange thing skin- do you want any tattoos pictures- is art important to you in any way stars- use one word to describe space religion- do you practice religion - what religion if so one- are you a competitive person makeup- what is your most heavily used makeup product sheets- how many blankets do you sleep with chalk- what subject are you best at in school blush- are you easily embarrassed water- when was the last time you cried karma- do you believe in luck lips- what is your favorite thing to taste cupcake- cookies, pie, ice cream or cake music- list your 3 favorite bands or artists night- how many hours of sleep do you get smile- how was your day today

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.

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

//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.”