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for my entire life i wondered why a dragonfly has an ass thats like 8 times as long as their body and tonight i finally felt compelled to investigate and as it turns out dragonflies breath thru their ass and can shoot water out of their butt hole to make them fly faster…….so…… i really did not expect that to be the answer but there it is

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!”

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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?”

Writing Room in the Tower at Sissinghurst Castle, Kent, England

where the personal books of Vita Sackville-West are stored

by John Hammond

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send to 🎀 put a bow in my muse’s hair; accepting

Although a bit surprised–and startled–Callisto smiled and sat down so the little grey creature could better reach their hair and tie the red ribbon in. They might’ve offered a hug, if the other hadn’t been a stranger.

“Thanks!”

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

Callisto blinked. Of all the things he could’ve done… Well, that explanation was unexpected, to say the least. The child sat upright, looking down at their furry friend.

“You’re serious? A dog? You ate the Queen of France’s dog?” They were a little disturbed, yes, but also… Almost impressed. As if they couldn’t believe Gaster would do something so vile.

“If you came to my house when we get out of here, would you eat my dog too? I mean, he’s pretty big, but…” The wide grin on their face told they were teasing; of course they didn’t really think Gaster would eat their dog. Callisto wouldn’t let it happen, anyways. Noticing that their glasses had slid a little down their nose, they habitually pushed the glasses back up.

curiositics

It sounded like a fairytale. Callisto laughed, and its soft tinkle rippled through the echo flowers quietly. Though their giggles quickly subsided, they were left with a broad smile.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! What’d you do to the Queen to make her so mad?”

They folded their hands neatly, resting them on the flat of their stomach and watched the little gnats buzz about above them. Gaster had a lot more stories than Callisto had excepted; though if they were honest, they weren’t whatthey’d expected in the first place.

“Well, I…” There was no fairytale magic in this particular story - Gaster, for once, was abashed in the face of a question. He bowed his head, scratching his ruffled fur self-consciously.

“It’s rather…embarrassing. I had only recently arrived after a lengthy trip and I was headed for the castle when I spotted a furry creature romping around.” The royal scientist cleared his throat before continuing. “It’d been days since my last meal and…well. I ate it.”

Gaster laughed, albeit nervously, and the echoes of the plants were almost mocking. “I found out later that it was the Queen’s escaped pet dog. As you could imagine she wasn’t too pleased when I admitted to it. To make up for it I built her a new pet but still. She held a grudge against me for the longest time.”

Hurt Meme: “When was the last time you ate, little buddy?” //sardonicstoner ((pls i love callisto so much i can't help it))

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“Huh?” They turned, genuinely surprised. Since they’d left Waterfall, they hadn’t done much talking. Or eating, actually. They didn’t have much money, and most of it had already gone to food anyways. They looked a bit thinner than they usually did. Clearly, the change in diet since their departure from the Ruins was taking its toll. Callisto hadn’t been eating as much as they were used to since they’d left Toriel’s care, and apparently it was becoming a visible issue.

Callisto was downright bony. Their glasses slid down their gaunt face a bit as they turned, hollowed eyes looking up at the feline monster. The first thing they noticed was the smoke curling from the blunt between his teeth, and the god-awful smell of weed. They backed up a few steps.

“Uh, well, I had a Crab Apple this morning…?”

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.

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.)