#dreemurr family

[the-fabled-void]

Here's some Chara Dreemurr headcanons:

They have Gifted Kid Burnout. You can see this

on their completionist mindset: the highest

numbers, the fullest glass of water...the highest

grades?

They struggle showing negative emotions so they smile when they have them, like when they accidentally poisoned Asgore, or as a narrator, when they said this:

They also show the ability to change their behavior by learning:

Also, since every character I fixate on so far has shown traits of autism, they might have had it too. Or something similar. (Moral OCD would be interesting, but with a sort of opposite twist. Immortal OCD I'M AWARE THAT'S NOT A REAL THING. Probably not, just a thought. Would make an interesting AU; In all their actions, they choose the most 'evil' possibility)

On the surface, they were blamed for a lot of bad shit. I imagine they are or were clumsy, and got in trouble for things out of their control. So, they began to try seeing themselves as inheritly evil, to demonize themselves and to cope. I can see them thinking "Well of course I did this bad thing, I'm a demon after all" to excuse their actions, or to avoid guilt.

They probably have some kind of religious trauma, probably from christianity. (idk enough Christianity lore to go into a lot of specifics) Under the cut, I proceed to go into the limited specifics I do know, feel free to correct me.

With Christianity having themes of sin and redemption, and the way the narration, and other game parts emphasize such themes:

Then, they read a prophecy about an angel saving everyone, and... They couldn't help but hope, maybe, for once, they could be an angel too? Maybe they could redeem themselves? And so they try. They even do so by trying to atone for their sin of poisoning Asgore, by taking the same poison.

We can expand this, too. Maybe they want to atone for not just their own sins, but humanity's.

(And yet, interestingly enough, they don't see a soulless pacifist as redemption. Maybe bc they think you're like them - irredeemable)

[hheisa]

Undertale animatic Wip (I'll probably never finish this)

I loved how this drawing in specific looks

[cafefiorentini]

The Dreemurr family

Piece i did a while ago :33

[sunnythedawg]

Why would i even write that

[floweycidal]

rip chara and asriel you would've loved roblox

[itsmebeff]

you idiot.

[canidaria]

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Updated Chara doodle!

[chocopotts]

This is how Asriel died in my head

[windmills123]

you can always come home.

[dreemurrsightings]

They need therapy

[luciluck2046]

Not spoiling much of the drawing with my au & twin runes(made by @akanemnon) but have the twin runes guyz :3

(sorry if low quality)

Kris

Frisk

Chara

And of course

Lesslo made a friend >:3 (ik his head is kinda small but i'll edit it on my pc)

[artriannasartonly]

Let me show you my true power!

[simple-chara-stories]

One day, an angel will fall down from the sky and make the underground go empty.

[yeloenk]

asriel and company

[the-writing-mobster]

I have always been curious about what the Dreemur family looks like together in TMDG! Whether it’s when Chara was a child or the beginning of those angsty teen years will be up to you~

Ah! Such an amazing ask! Yay, an excuse to draw the Dreemurrs!

| TMDG | Dreemurr Family Portrait | Picture, Picture, smile for the picture | 💙 🔪 🌼 |

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I'd love to dig more into their dynamic, but unfortunately for all of us that would mean spoiling some fic lore, and we can't have that, now can we? Haha! Let's just say — momma there's a girl behind you 🫢

[floweycidal]

flowey the flower!

the golden flower.

the plant that came from above. their favorite.

the bloom they had seemingly longed for with their final sigh.

flowey, who came to be in a world without them. who opened his eyes to find himself returned, not as he had been, but as this. a flower. their flower.

how dare he?

how dare he sprout in a universe where they were no longer there? how dare he exist here, in the soil where their feet would never tread? how could he rise, knowing they would never see the world from this height again?

he detested it. the golden glow of his petals. the way any stray sunlight that found its way down there seemed to favor him, as if he had any right to it. the way the wind would languorously rock him, as though he was meant to be part of something bigger. something whole.

but he wasn’t. he was loss personified. grief, given root and reaching. punishment. memoria. a living wound. every inch of him, a reminder of a breath that had long since stopped. every petal, an apology he would never get to offer.

was this atonement? or the most unsparing of mercies?

to take on the shape of their last wish, but now they’re not there to witness its morbid fulfillment. to be both their tribute and their executioner. to bear the figure of the very thing that witnessed what he had done. what he had failed to do, actually.

the golden flowers now surrounded him. they were all he had left of his best friend. and as much as he tried to curse them for everything they had taken, he couldn’t sever the bond. wouldn't.

because as long as these plants thrived, as long as the earth still held their roots—his roots...

chara hadn’t truly gone.