This how I think the star sanses formed
Reblogged silverryu25
an assortment of utmv sketches. all really quick doodles inbetween uni work so its messy
mostly dream and nightmare because i loove tragic siblings
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Heron watches as his little pink friend warp and shifts between the two forms. He recognized Dream, of course, but the other one... Well, Heron didn't really think a being like Dream could even have family.
"Wow... You must be really amazing if you have two, um, people fighting over you." He mused, a hint of a chuckle slipping out.
He wasn't sure he believed them completely but compared to whatever reality was, it was a million times less depressing. He wasn't sure his mind could stay intact another few weeks if the little worm-thing hadn't shown up.
The little frayed tapestry that was his mind clung to every word, any semblance of coherency. Of normalcy.
Even so, a worry coiled up painfully in his chest. Fear.
"Are... you going to stay longer? To tell me more stories? N-Not that you have to! You can leave any time you like-! It just- Um..." Heron reached up and slides a sheepish hand to his neck to nervously rub at the back of it, eyes dropping down to the ground.
"... It's... awful. Here, I mean. I don't know if..." He'd trail off, mind growing absent and fuzzy where he tried not to think of what might become of him under the birds' watch.
He blinked and jolts in place after a moment of thought.
"Oh! But it must be painful to be eaten by the birds just to get here!"
Nitemaer shrugged, puffing out his chest. “It’s not that bad. It’s kinda like a roller coaster.” He smushed the yellow worm into a pigeon. “Hehehe, in the mouth, down a slide, and jump into a pool of water that kinda tickles. And then you kinda just wait a bit.”
Herons face twisted up a bit. He probably knew more about animal anatomy than Nitemaer did, so he knew whatever ‘slide’ and ‘pool’ Nitemaer was talking about wasn’t ACTUALLY a slide or a pool.
Or maybe Heron could tell that Nitemaer wasn’t exactly being truthful…it was true he’d been eaten by birds before. Many times. (Most of those encounters ended with him being thrown back up.) But when Nitemaer was eaten by the Other Birds that guarded Heron, their insides were just…nothing. A void of bright colors that tried to tear him apart. Being eaten by the Other Birds was also a roller coaster, but less…… comprehensible.
Though Nitemaer had a feeling that Heron didn’t need to know that. He was already so fragile, and Nitemaer could only do so much in this empty place because of it. Once, Nitemaer tried bringing his jacket with him, and Heron almost completely collapsed. He didn’t, or couldn’t, dream for three weeks. And Nitemaer had to wait even longer after that because the birds were EXTRA pissy.
All in all, Herons subconsciousness was a house of cards. The last thing Nitemaer needed was that to fall apart.
Nitemaer sat, itching his head. “Hmmm, what else has happened?” He mumbled, trying to think of an event to embellish.
Heron hums and smiles warily, a silent patience that spoke of loneliness. As if his sorrowful eyes begged for companionship - and with how pitiful he looked, perhaps he wasn't far from it.
"Mmm... Tell me about where you came from. I don't think you've told me."
A point of intrigue he had was of the little creature's origin. Sure he knew it was powerful or tricky enough to get in under Dream's radar but where did they go after their little sessions? Did they have a home? A family of their own? Others like them?
Even so, he also felt that he wouldn't get any answers. Or retain any of it even if he had.
As he listened intently, he felt the edges of his conscious fray. The world around them grew softer and coiled around itself like smoke. A wave of exhaustion quickly followed after as Heron slumped forward a bit.
"Ugh... Sorry... Keep- Keep talking? It'll go away..."
Nitemaer hummed, sounding more irritated than he wanted. He’d expected this to come up at SOME point, and he meant to decide whether to tell the truth or pull something out of his ass, but he forgot to.
Well, might as well cross that bridge now that he’d come upon it.
“Well I USED to live in the woods,” He started, scratching his head. “It’s the first thing I remember. It was me, Frisk, and my brothers.”
“You have siblings?” Heron asked, his face lighting up.
“Mmmm yeah. I don’t know if any of them are…” Nitemaer trailed off, noting the rare clarity in Herons sockets. “I dunno if they’re still in contact with each other.”
Nitemaer watched Herons expression, hoping he’d made his lie smooth. He honestly didn’t know if his ‘brothers’ were still alive. Dreem was dead to him, and he was never super close with Inc or Erer. Nitemaer thought Inc was annoying and Erer was…Erer was just weird.
Well, what mattered was that Heron looked convinced. “But meh, I wasn’t that close to them.” Nitemaer tried, planning to completely skip over his brothers, but the clarity in Herons sockets faded, and exhaustion made him slump forward.
Heron put a hand on his head, giving a weak smile. "Ugh... Sorry... Keep- Keep talking? It'll go away..."
Nitemaer felt that annoying guilt coil in his chest. All ‘Swap Sanses’ had brothers, he had to get rid of his host’s brother because he was too suspicious of Nitemaer being there. Dream took Heron away from his brother, and while his memory-alteration was strong, Heron probably had a gut feeling in his soul he had someone close to him that he missed.
Did either of them deserve to lose their brothers? Probably not, but they both had reasons for why they did what they did. Nitemaers safety was threatened and (as far as Nitemaer knew) Dream was bored.
“I was only close to one of them, when I lived in the woods,” Nitemaer continued, itching under the fur where his other eye used to be. “We were closer in age, I think is why.”
“Is he…also small and fluffy?” Heron asked, looking lit red, but more clear-headed.
Nitemaer snorted. “No. No he was made of spiders, because Frisk liked the way spiders wove webs. And dreamcatchers looked like a spiders web. He wore clothes like Frisk did, too, and liked flowers.” Nitemaer tried to think of ways to describe Dreem that wouldn’t add to Herons mental stress. “We carved a lot of pumpkins. And liked decorating Frisks scarecrows to keep the Humans out of the woods. Humans are soooo annoying, by the way, back then AND now. You’d think a few hundred years would help them grow but nope.”
Heron smiled. “Well, do you have any Human stories?”
“Do I?” Nitemaer asked, standing up. “One time, I tried to steal a guys hotdog, (which aren’t actually made of dogs, apparently,) and he sprayed me with ketchup. Worst condiment, by the way. I couldn’t get the smell out of me for two weeks. The hotdog wasn’t even that good, either.”
Heron felt the twisting heaviness leave his chest as his focus returned and leaned his head into his palm. Considering Monsters have been living with Humans in somewhat harmony for a few hundred years now, he had his fair share of experiences with them. Or.... he should. When he tries to remember his time before Dream it gets so... foggy. Like a filter was put in his mind to block them out.
"Kerchup for two weeks? Sounds like torture." He laughs weakly, a new sensation replacing his exhaustion. The world just seemed to get more and more funny to him. A giggle escapes his mouth.
Nearby, white birds watch the two talk, turning their heads to get a better view. But rather than immediately going for Nitemaer once more, they simply stood by and watched.
Ah, that explained it. Dream was watching.
Delirious, Heron laughed more and more, affected by Dream's influence. It filled the air like toxic fumes - reeking of false promises and joyless happiness.
"Oh, stars. Hahahahaha! Sorry, sorry, I don't know why that's so funny to me."
Heron, in a moment of panic at his loss of control, suddenly pushed Nitemaer out of his dream with the last of his willpower. Not that it did much as Dream was a big factor in the action.
Reblogged dreemurr-skelememer
basically the star sanses' dynamic. you guys are basically fighting the devil. why is jeff from accounting here
like its really cute that youre gonna ✨defeat him with the power of frendship✨ and all, but again, he is the devil. from the bible.
so.
Mirage (Dream) doesnt have the capability to live hundreds of years. He grew frail and fragile in his 60s and 70s, not knowing it was strange. He thought perhaps he just had a weak body and that he would live to be as old as his other family members...
But as his years continued on, he could no longer see or walk. Bedridden, he would call out for his family, asking how their days are and cheering them up as best he can.
One day, he was discovered to grow new roots out of his chest.
"Don't you worry... I'll be out of bed in a bit to make you all breakfast... Right after my nap..."
And as gently as a the clouds parted for the sun, he had passed away.
As per his adoptive brother's intuition, he was soon buried and grew into a large tree, bearing sweet fruits.