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lvyu · 1 year

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cold hands, warm laughs

. . ♡ ･ﾟphantombur x reader

⎯ wc. 1.2k

notes: secret santa exchange time for grey’s event! for @weewooihavefoundyou! hope this is okay, i’m a bit outta practice and it’s my first shot at phantombur! i used the general prompt of making them blush.

“i enjoy the weather this time of year,” wilbur said. “i don’t get as tired as i normally do.”

“right, well, while you have a merry time out here, i’m freezing to death,” you shivered. “can we please go, bur? time’s gotta be up by now.”

wilbur tsk’d, correcting you. “five minutes.”

if you had the energy, you would have kept annoying him about the time, but considering you were sure there was snow piling up in your boots, you couldn’t be bothered. you watched as wilbur walked aimlessly around, kicking at small hills of snow. despite his few layers (he wore the same thing as always, just pants, shoes and that dumb yellow sweater and purple half-cape of his), he didn’t even shiver. come to think of it, when he breathed out, you couldn’t even see it in the air. the only reaction he had to it was the occasional twitch of his wings.

before you could feed your curiosity, he kicked a small pile of snow, revealing a small, damaged flower. a rare one at that, and the exact one that was the center of your bet with the deceased menace.

the sight of it made you groan, any earlier feelings and thoughts gone, knowing it meant you’d owe him days of work. wilbur, on the other hand, smiled.

“this is a scam, obviously you knew where to find them.” you watched him pick it up, twirling it gently between his index and thumb, careful not to completely destroy it.

he shrugged. “should’ve thought of all the possibilities before you agreed.”

before you could argue with him, he faded out, mumbling a ‘come along then’, leaving footprints in the snow as he retreated to his home. begrudgingly, you followed, lagging behind a little, though he didn’t seem to mind. if anything, he seemed to enjoy the quiet, soon reappearing and humming a tune.

it took a while to get back, greeting a few of the other residents walking around before reaching his place. he went inside first, shutting the door in your face, yelling: “you have to knock, the sign says so!”

menace.

after you very politely knocked on his door, he opened up with a grin and let you in, shuffling to his mini-brewing station to order things as he let you get settled. truth be told, being inside wasn’t much different than being outside.

“have you considered investing in windows that don’t have giant holes in them?” you asked, rubbing your hands up and down your arm, a futile attempt to warm up.

“i don’t mind,” he answered.

“i do.”

wilbur hummed in thought, placing the rarity you’d found in a special casing to preserve it. once he hid it away in that cluttered drawer of his, he turned back to you. “you’ll be working in the basement, anyways,” as if the basement wasn’t just as cold, it was built on top of caves for fuck’s sake. “but if you ever do get a little too cold, feel free to buy a potion from me!” he gestured to his small shelf of potions, (only a small portion of what he actually had stored away, you were sure). “or there’s blankets somewhere in that closet.”

“you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.” despite your urge to ignore him, you followed his words and pulled out a few blankets to wrap around yourself and sat down. the floor was even colder.

he snorted, turning away from you, going back to sorting through his junk. “and you’re the most whiny person i’ve ever met.”

“says the guy who can’t even feel cold.”

“i— what?” he looked down at you and started laughing, wings perking up and hands covering his face. “how is that at all related to me calling you whiny?”

his reaction stunned you, leaving you scrambling for an answer. “i don’t know!” your response only made him laugh harder. seeing him laugh for the first time, and so hard, was jarring. “you can’t though, right? that’s not funny at all!”

after a few minutes of going back-and-forth, (mostly you yelling at wilbur to stop laughing so much, which only made him laugh harder), he calmed down, joining you on the floor in front of you, legs crossed. he looked at you, making you awkwardly look anywhere but his eyes.

“hm,” he reached out, touching your cheeks. “you’re warm now— is it because you’re embarrassed?”

screw being awkward. “no!” you met his eyes. “you’re actually crazy, i can’t believe i made a bet with you.” you grabbed his hands, pulling them away from your cheeks, holding them between your faces. “shit, i’m crazy.”

he smiled; he was quite enjoying seeing you so flustered. “you’re so stupid.”

“fuck you.” it came out instinctually, a natural response to his words, though his tone was gentle as he spoke, lovingly, dare you say.

wilbur paid no mind to your words, shrugging it off. “you sort of are, but that’s okay, i… like.. it,” he put his hands down, pulling yours along with his. “where’d you even get the idea i can’t feel from?”

“cold specifically!” you corrected him, earning an ‘ah’ from him. “and you never seem cold or anything! you’re a cold-hearted dick sometimes—” he laughed. “—but you don’t… shiver or shake or anything, so i very smartly and logically came to the conclusion that you can’t get cold.” you finished, looking at him for any sort of response, hoping it made sense. his face was blank, quietly humming as he took your words in.

after a moment, he giggled. “i was right, you’re so, incredibly, stupid.”

this time, you didn’t curse him, instead you pulled your hands from his (which were still partly grabbing yours) and quickly placed one on each cheek, moving your hands all around and smushing his face.

(if he were still alive, you’d probably end up killing him with the way you were blocking his nose.)

at first he jumped back a little, the sudden movement scaring him, but once he understood what you were doing, he started laughing, almost as hard as earlier. it was your way of telling him he sucked, and he knew that, and he couldn’t be more delighted at your antics.

“huh,” you said, with disbelief in your voice. “you are cold. can you feel that? do you feel cold?”

he shrugged, still evading giving you a proper answer. “you’re so silly,” his words came out muffled, eliciting a laugh from you. “told you so.”

you let his face go, resting your hands back in your lap, smiling. “you know, you were a little warm though— i do that?” you teased. “did silly little me making the wilbur embarrassed?”

wilbur brought a hand to his cheek, tapping it with his index finger as though he was deep in thought. after a comically long amount of time sitting there, he stopped, giving you a cheeky smile.

“nah, just got warmed up from the house, i guess.”

“you actually suck,” you argued. “i can totally tell you’re blushing!”

“you’re so silly, i’m not.”

“you are! definitely!”

“silly weirdo.”

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skretri · 11 months

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can you draw ghostbur x phantombur? /nf /gen

i was just thinking of them oml 😭!!!

#phantombur #ghostbur #bursonas #fanart #my art #osmp #dsmp #ask

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calmthefuckdownalright · 1 year

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Hello!! Could I possibly request some Phantombur x reader interactions?

Im answering these as quick as I can I promise-

Pairing: Phantombur x Reader

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Prompt: First Date

Wilbur pulled the chair out for you and scooted it under you, allowing you to adjust it as you wished. He took his seat across from you and presented a bottle filled with an odd liquid the color of black cherries.

"I conjured up a strength potion for us, I've got a whole evening planned." He smirked and pulled another identical potion before handing one to you and uncorking them both.

"Starting right from sunset i assume?" You asked sarcastically.

"Well of course, how else are you supposed to see my handsome face?" He smiled widely, showcasing his deadly canines and offered a cheers with his potion. You obliged and downed it with him.

Wilbur shook out his head and rolled his shoulders at the strong taste of the potion.

"Now then, I've set up promptly a whole feast basically for us but before we start I would like you to join me in a game of tag to get our appetites up." Wilbur clicked his tongue.

"So you sat me down like a gentleman for nothing?" You cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Basically yes."

Very much a gentleman and likely does stupid things on purpose to make you smile to make you remember how much fun you had so you'd go on a second date with him

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Prompt: Rocky Start

New to the server and the only other Elytrian in the Pub's interface you were bound to...make...some new friends. Phil had semi introduced you to everyone but the one called Wilbur, or more commonly Phantombur or oddly Ghostbur at times, did not seem very keen to be as friendly as the rest.

"Just give him time. He doesn't like new people. You should've seen it when I got here." Shelby was quick to befriend you and you often hung around at her cottage which was oddly close to the other Phantom's.

"Is he odd?" You asked.

"Depends on the day really. He's super nice once you know him though." Shelby had insisted so you spent the next few days trying to at least get the mischievous potion master to speak to you.

"alright look-" you entered Wilbur's shop with a handful of diamonds and a few gold bars as well. The shop owner looked up in startled surprise before a bored look replaced it. "If I buy out your supplies will you at least tell me why you think i'm scum of the earth?"

"What are you talking about?" Wilbur closed the book he had in his hand and removed the cigarette that hung loosely from his mouth.

"You've done nothing but scowl at me since I got here." You clarified and laid out the gems of payment. Then Wilbur laughed. Loudly and mockingly. He smirked and gazed at your differently, in a way like nothing else mattered.

"Darling I've been flirting with you this entire time waiting for this moment."

Seriously had no idea for this, got a random prompt generator so I really hope you were looking for some romance

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Prompt: Dying wish

"I only wish to see you again, in the next life perhaps."

The words were catastrophic and you had yet to see your husband after your death. For now you roamed a new plane, one of hybrids and monstrous species. You among them with powers unique.

Then something new happened. Someone arrived. A ghost. A phantom of a man with a charming smile and bright green eyes. Rumor had it he was cunning and handsome as they came. A similarity you couldn't bear to connect.

Then you saw him. Wilbur. Your Wilbur. Dead but here with you again.

"I guess we made it to the next life my love." He said when he saw you and nothing could stop you from running into his arms any longer. Years apart were torn down with a single embrace and loving kiss.

Wilbur built a business with you and constructed an strange and complicated shield of protection for you over the next years. You became untouchable lest the rest of the server face the wrath of the Potions Master Phantombur and his ever loyal wife.

"I guess they took till death do we part seriously." Charlie had joked once and earned a sound from Wilbur you longed for. His laugh, intoxicating and joyous.

Kinda sad but overall rather fun

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Prompt: Stolen heart

From what you knew, Phantombur was clever. If he wanted something he would find a way to get it and that was that. For weeks you had heard of supplies going missing and vaults penetrated but no signs of entry found. The work of a true thief.

And yet..you remained untouched and a regular at Wilbur's potion shop just for safe measure.

"You hear about Jack getting robbed?" You smiled as you entered the shop and picked out your usual order. A few regen and a strength potion.

"Weird innit?" Wilbur smiled at you and gave a convincing smirk.

"Totally weird. Heard he saw some real pretty green eyes close by earlier before it happened." You narrowed your eyes knowingly at him. "Similar to yours I do believe."

"Aw you think my eyes are pretty." Wilbur feigned flattery and chuckled.

"Can I ask you somethin Wilbur?" You leaned on his counter and the Phantom man mimicked your stance, his face inches from yours and smiling like a cat as always.

"Well of course darling." He responded slyly.

"Why haven't you stolen from me yet?" You questioned with a hushed voice and narrowed eyes.

"It's simple my dear," Wilbur rasied a hand and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Your heart isn't just sitting in a storage room somewhere ripe for my taking."

PICK. UP. LINE. is all i could think of with this randomly generated prompt and I'm not gonna lie if you used this on me I just might perish

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#c!wilbur x reader #c!wilbur soot #c!wilbur #phantombur x reader #phantombur origins #phantombur #prompts #random prompts #phantombur my beloved #c!wilbur soot x reader #ghostbur #ghostbur x reader

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solargeist · 1 year

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how does one justify sootbur,,

idk

i guess if it's arg x simpbur/jared, or a dsmp!bur x a non!dsmpbur would be different, but ships like l'manbur x pogtopiabur or whatever is . i mean? /genq /nm /npa (if you don't know the tone tags, genuine question, not mad and non-passive aggressive)

i dunno it’s kinda complicated tbh bc I know Pog n Lman is sillyyy bc they’re like …. The same person a few months apart, like story wise I KNOW this, and I didn’t ship them originally, but I kept making AUs and kept separating them from canon and changing their designs to the point where they look like different people so…. In my head they became different people..? Plus having friends that also do AUs added another layer of separation.

When I draw or talk abt them, I’m heavily ignoring lore. They’re like…. Different universe versions put into one place. In my head they’re the same as Phantombur/Ghostbur or arg n simp? In my head Pogbur’s just a rebel he wasn’t actually president and Lmanbur is a lot more strict of a leader, things like that. (I’m still capable of ignoring bursonas and talking abt the lore correctly tho..! I just prefer sonas at this point)

But I also never cared or had a problem w/ self ships, it might b because I joined tumblr at 13, but they truly don’t surprise nor bother me akdndksk I don’t view them as inherently problematic /gen (tho I never rly shipped anything) this is why I avoid saying sootcest and encourage others not to call it that bc it is NOT incest n I don’t support that ☝️ not a pro shipper ☝️😭

I guess my reasoning is I just enjoyed their dynamic a lot, they do act OOC often due to all of this. I guess that’s what it is, I just fell in love with the little niche community, we were separate from everything, we have our own lore and designs n ideas n stuff, bc for MONTHS I did not ship it and constantly said so. I was actually actively worried when I did start to wonder abt lpog n wanted to draw them aksnsjs

Of course I don’t ship alllll sootbur pairings tho….. I just like lpog and the ghosts, anything else I draw is either for memes or requests 👍

Sorry if this answer is silly, it’s almost 4am currently for me aksjsjs

#ask #i rambled a bit sry sry 😭#i think this sums up my feelings? it’s interesting for sure #OCifiy like crazy #i know how silly n weird it seems I’m aware enough for that akdbdjsks #lot of people ship Ghostbur n Wilbur . they’re Canonically two different people .which is wild #i don’t ship them but they’re an interesting case

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rottenresponse · 11 months

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BURSONA MASTER POST!!

(Rottenresponse Edition) ((Will definitely be updated))

The Title basically spells it out for you, so WITHOUT FURTHER A DO HERE WE GO!

But-

I'mma put one of those read more lines because I'd hate to make someone unknowingly scroll through this whole fucking thing by accident </3

Also Also, Important Sidenote but I see all the Bursonas as Brothers (whether they be Step or directly biological), So please remember that while reading this <3

Youngest of the bunch

Twitch addict

Possibly Cupidromantic

Likes wearing YouTuber/Streamer Merch, no matter what it may be or how much it may cost

Definitely wears those Gaming Cat Ear Headsets when gaming/streaming

Made his own Twitch Channel after his favorite E-Girl dropped him from her Mod team and blocked him on all her accounts (It's a long story, we don't get into it)

Eats S'mores cereal straight out of the bag (It's a comfort food)

Would have definitely been a fucking IPad kid if he was born in today's generation

HE'S A FUCKING CREATURE!! A SILLY GUY!! A GOOBER EVEN!!

Being real for a minute, idk what kinda creature he is, but he does have cat like tendencies and he is part Phantom

The tips of his ears, fingers, etc, are blackened due to how often he'd tinker with charcoal and gunpowder when he was younger

Don't get me wrong, he still does, just not nearly as often due to how it stains his food and comfort items

SPEAKING OF COMFORT ITEMS!! THIS MF HAS TWO ✌ DOS: The Handmade flag L'manbur helped stitch into the inside of his cloak + A walkman he got as a birthday gift when he turned 16

Due to him having more apparent phantom-esk genes, Whenever his face isn't covered by the Shade over his eyes it looks a little something line this!

Trans (FtM) + Binding

Claims to not be interested in relationships, but definitely hints at having a crush on someone that none of the Burs can fully figure out for one reason or another

Middle child that is often reduced to the role of Family Babysitter

Angsty Emo Hot Topic little guy

Is the only Bur in a committed relationship with someone (TNTduo beloved)

Has scars on his face that make an upside down U with an X stitch where the bridge of his nose is (would be in the picture above)

Wears red glasses purely for the aesthetic since he broke his proscription ones a looooong ass time ago

Also insists he doesn't need his prescriptions despite being far sighted and not being able to see much past his hands after fully extending his arms in any direction

Definitely the fluffiest hair out of them all, simply due to how little he cares enough to style it

Gained his white strands due to stress despite being the second youngest

Is ferturnal twins with Ghostbur

MERCILESSLY MOCKS GHOSTBUR OUT OF ALL THE OTHER BURS, BY A LONG SHOT

Is much more Angry and Sarcastic than he is emo and bitter like Vilbur

Does, indeed, genuinely care about Ghostbur despite treating him so poorly a majority of the time

Isn't keen on showing outward affection towards his brothers no matter how they try to coax it out of him

Revivebur is the kind of brother that would leave little, small presents outside of his brother's doors or in out-of-the-way areas in their rooms as a sigh of affection

^^^^ Most commonly old poems he wrote about them, or random small gifts he bought from the store for them like sweets or stickers

Phantombur!

The Oldest Bur of the bunch

Aroace + Demiboy

Handles their finances and most of the bills like Water, Electricity, Garbage, etc

The Bur with the most noticeable Phantom appendages/attributes

Sensitive to sunlight, which is mostly why they carry an umbrella around with them a lot of the time

Occasionally uses hoods or Said Umbrella indoors, due to how overwhelming the lights can be to at times

Has taken up the role of being The Father Figure of the household, outside of L'manbur

Is the only Bur aware of what happened to their parents, and refuses to elaborate on what happened to them or lead to their disappearance.

Ghostbur!

Demiboy + Panromantic Demisexual

Has a comfort/childhood sheep plushie named 'Friend' that he takes with him everywhere in the house

The one time he took it outside, Revivebur hid it too well and caused Ghostbur to burst into tears after telling him he lost it

Revivebur was grounded for a month and they let Ghostbur choose what they had for Dinner after they found Friend again

Is technically older than Revivebur by a few minutes? But Ghostbur doesn't care, and Revivebur will MURDER HIM if he even so much as mentions it

Due to him also having more visible Phantom qualities compared to his brothers, he has the ability to turn translucent

Although, BECAUSE Of this, his skin is much more sensitive than it'd be normally

Asides from not being a big fan of certain textures and sounds, he also isn't that big of a fan of being by himself

He tries to be social, but struggles with the loud noises that come with it

Gained his love of music boxes and melodies through his brothers, but mainly L'manbur

Would beg his parents to sing him to sleep when he was younger, and occasionally asks Phantombur or ARGbur to sing him in the present

L'manbur!

Woooo Straight Cishet Ally moment <3

Second oldest Bur

He actually doesn't live in the house?? But he does come by to visit often

Plans to have a wife and a child in the future

HE ALSO HAS A PLUSHIE LIKE GHOSTBUR AND L'MANBUR WAS ACTUALLY THE GUY TO GET HIM FRIEND IN THE FIRST PLACE IBSBISBU

^^^^ L'manbur's plushie is a little fox named Fundy

Is the closest to Argbur surprisingly enough

Used to be a big music nerd back in High School, and actually makes his own music on the side between work and his other hobbies

ARGBur!

The third oldest fucker in the house

Actually ended up running away from the house at some point due to his affiliations with a certain missing person's case

Is debatably more online than Simpbur is, but Is most definitely more tech savvy

He actually ended up helping Simpbur set up his custom PC build and some other technical difficulties that he didn't know how to properly handle himself

Probably has a thing for cryptids after his time in the woods, just saying

Gay, just Gay

A big thanks to those who read this far!! I'm still definitely gonna update this with more info later because OMG IT IS SO, S O LATE GOOD GOD-

Have a good day/night broskis <3

#bursonas #alivebur #pogbur #vilbur #revivebur #ghostbur #phantombur #argbur #simpbur #incelbur #lmanbur #to be continued #headcanon #info dump

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cloverhasnobrain · 1 year

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Hello! I have come requesting fic/interactions >:3

If it's alright, could you possibly do a Phantombur (origins) x Reader? No other specifics, so feel free to let your imagination go for this :D

AORJF9SJWNQIWN FINALLY A PHANTOMBUR REQUEST

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

Sunshine

Phantombur x reader

You quite liked the Sun.

How the feeling of warmth its light spread through your skin made you feel more alive, and how it cast a golden glow to everything it touched.

You almost missed it when night fell. But the darkness also had its perks, and one of them was that you got to hang out as freely as you wanted with your good friend, Wilbur.

And that was exactly what you were doing at this moment: running with your mischievous little friend around the trees, after pranking Fragrance Man by mixing loads of little perfumes and splashing them all next to him, the mixture of odors never failed to make him mad.

As you ran, you wound up in the middle of an open grass field, where you finally considered it far enough. You exchanged glances and after a second, began holllering in laughter, throwing yourselves in the tall grass.

After catching your breath, you look to the side to see your darling with that ecstatic expression on his face, looking at the starry sky.

"What are you thinking of, Will?"

He turned to you, his big eyes and dilated pupils never failed to mesmerise you, and you hoped he didn't notice how a blush crept to your cheeks.

"Nothing much, I just feel so..."

He paused, as to think of a proper word to say

"... alive!"

His smile wavered lightly.

"What do you miss the most about being alive, Will?"

"I- I don't know, maybe feeling sunlight on my skin?"

Maybe that was a sensitive topic for him...

"Hey. Wanna watch the Sun rise with me?"

He turned at you with a confused expression

"But it's gonna rise soon, and I don't even have my hat, and-"

"I have a plan!"

You grabbed his wrist, getting onto your feet and watching him expectantly.

His face went through confusion to indecision and finally trust, and he took your hand, nodding slightly.

You strolled up the grassy field and onto the top of a hill situated in its corner, and sat under a big tree, whose leaves produced a massive shadow, and realization hit him as to what your plan was.

And you just sat there, in silence, holding hands, which didn't help with the blush that slowly crept onto both your faces, making your ears tint red, and his, a violet blueish shade.

Slowly, the Sun started to light up the sky once again, and though you couldn't feel its warmth directly on your skin, it was as if its energy still warmed you inside, and you seriously hoped Will could feel the same.

As the sky was coloring itself in beautiful shades of orange, pink and yellow, Wilbur slowly cuddled closer to you, and you of course, welcomed him, putting your arm around his shoulder as he laid his head on yours.

Your sides pressed flush against eachother, you could feel his heart beating fast, confusing your concept of dead and alive.

After a while spent in confortable silence, he turned to you with the warmest smile you had ever seen, despite the coldness of his skin.

"Thank you, Y/N. Really, you didn't have to do this. I am very grateful."

Just as you were going to answer, he cut you off

"- but you know, I don't really need the Sun to touch my skin anymore. You already make me feel warmer, and more alive"

His grin widened, and you flustered more than you imagined you could, before pressing a quick peck to his lips.

He stared at you for a few seconds, before kissing you again, his soft lips fitting perfectly with yours.

As you slowly pulled out, you were hit with realization.

"Will..."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

You tried not to blush at the nickname.

"How will we get out of here? The Sun has already risen-"

End

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I genuinely have no idea wether I love of hate this-

Anyways, hope it was sufficiently good, feel free to leave more requests!

#phantombur #wilbur soot reader #mcyt wilbur #wilbur dream smp #phantombur x reader

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rgbstatic · 1 year

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#sootbur #reduplicate au #wrktp au #rgb aus #rgb polls

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toiletwipes · 2 years

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Number 24 please bestie with phantombur... Stop laughing you know what I want T-T

the numbered, smut prompts

not e x a c t ly BUT i shall try!!

“I promise I’ll be good” Bottom lip trembles, and you stare up at the phantom, even in the dark room, you could see him, perks of having translucent, glowing skin. The glowing skin covered in sweat.

He'd been working on a side project, something to do with potions or books or maybe both, you couldn't bother to remember. Not at this moment. Not when he nearly caught you playing with yourself out of sheer boredom, and of course, he's too hot for his own good.

And of course, when he bends down to your eye-level, where you sat on your knees for him on your shared bed, he's cold to the touch as a hand comes up to stroke your cheek.

"You'll be good?" You nod, leaning into his touch.

His hand turns and grips your chin, squishing your cheeks and making your lips pout. "Then why could I hear you before I even opened the door? Why I can smell you right here?" Eyes wide, yes, heart racing, caught in the act, yes.

But all the more exciting.

#delia bestie <33 #wipes answers #number smut prompts !!#eggplicit

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divinemackerel · 2 years

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silly sootbur shipnames should be normalized. mb then ppl will be normal about it.

YEAH!!! The only issue is I SUCK at shipnames personally so idk how much help id be with that lmao anabskwns they’re deceptively hard to make...

Obv you could just say like- idk, Phantomghost, and BAM phantombur x ghostbur but idk ppl sometimes give burs special names so… (I like to name Argbur “Archie” in my fics for example.)

I’ve seen ghost^2 for Phantomghost a couple times and tbh im very fond of it, its just- difficult to come up with stuff like that for others.

#asks #anon

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silentglory22 · 2 years

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drew a wiblur reference for origins

the pockets for sneeg :)

#wilbur soot #origins wilbur #phantombur #yes he is covered in mud why do you ask #just found out I can draw properly #I care him x #origin smp

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butcheranons · 2 years

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Baby, You're A Haunted House

SUMMARY: Wilbur is your business partner and the ghost that roams your sheets. Even if you have customers, he doesn't seem to mind, taking advantage of his invisibility to tease you. Things get a little frisky in your humble potion shop.

Phantombur fingers you in front of a blissfully unaware Fragrance Man

pairing: FWB! Phantom! Wilbur x Witch!Reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, temperature play (if you squint) angsty,

A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to post anything! I've been busy out of my mind! I just wanted to give you guys something even if it's not a continuation of any of my stories! Happy reading!!!

The scent of his presence gave him away before he could manage to give you a spook. Newly upturned dirt, freshly mown grass, forgotten bouquets lain by the concrete. You inhale, letting his essence surround your lungs with its ephemeral grip.

“Nice try, Wilbur,” You smile, he doesn’t.

A sigh leaves his lips as his figure slowly fades into your vision, his skin is a ghastly shade of teal decorated with deep cobalt veins just where his folded sleeves let show. His clothes are enticingly outdated, high waisted pants with a pretty knitted sweater tucked into his belt.

“How do you always know?”

“A Witch doesn’t share her secrets,” His eyes are glued to your lips as they stretch into a smile. You’re not wearing your usual lipstick today. “Did you bring me my payment?”

Wilbur nods, reaching into his pockets, “Would it hurt to ask me how my day was?”

You roll your eyes, stretching your hand out.

He puts his hand on top of yours, flipping your palm around until the back of your hand is visible. His lips feel strikingly cold against your skin, but they are gentle, gentler than he ever was with you.

Wilbur tips his cap with a gentlemanly, charming smile.

Had it not been for your experience in dealing with your phantom business partner, your body would’ve been carried away with his seductive aura; Letting the heat that travels through your skin show on your cheeks. But you’ve learned well to not show weakness in front of this scoundrel.

“Okay, what about my pay?”

You see his smile falter, some part of you feeling victorious. He sighs, “Look, business just hasn’t been good, can’t you let me through this once? What about customer loyalty?”

You lean against your counter, arms crossed over your chest; He battles with his brain to keep his eyes on your face and not on your decolletage. “I know for a fact you’ve been having a great fiscal year.”

“Is there not another way I can pay?”

Wilbur leans forward, generous height dwarfing your size. You’re intoxicated with his scent, physically holding yourself back from taking a deep breath. His voice is husky and it tickles your cheeks when he grazes his lips along your jaw.

There is something that burns in your chest with the ease he leans to swindle you out of a few gold, you wish not to wonder how Wilbur gathered his fortune. He’s reaching for your waist when you wake from your trance.

Your partnership was rather simple. You liked living in your quiet swamp, away from the bustling village but you also loved selling your wares to those in need. Witchcraft was a generous gift and you wouldn’t shy away from making lives easier.

Wilbur was a businessman at heart, much to the dismay of the ninjologists that littered the village. Potions were scarce in the plains that surrounded the Pube but to his luck, you were brimming with however many helpful bottles he needed.

He was the middleman, allowing you to make potions while he price-gouged them like the capitalist bastard he was. His eloquent ways had him slithered along your business and your sheets. Never a relationship, no. God forbid the glorious Wilbur Soot be shackled to someone like you.

He could go back to his stupid little potion shop, sell his stupid overpriced potions with his stupid smile. You didn’t care.

“Of course!” You yip, “I haven’t been able to tend to my garden, you will find all the tools in the back! Have fun!”

Wilbur’s expression falls, he whines, opening his pretty lips to speak but you stop him with your index. An unnervingly charismatic smile on your red lips.

“Have fun!” (Fuck off)

Before he can curse you off, you’re turning to tend to the shy customer that awaits by the door. Wilbur sighs, facing the backdoor that leads to your cottage.

Your quiet abode by the swamp couldn’t be any more different from his charming estate uphill. If his house could be described with a minimalist antique scholar style then your place could only be described as a maximalist. Not a single surface left untarnished by odd trinkets or crochet throw blankets.

He felt cramped, not only because his height allowed his head to almost graze the ceiling but because it was hard to manoeuvre around your living room with so many decorations haphazardly placed all over your mismatched furniture.

Wilbur always avoided using vicinities in buildings, finding it much easier to phase through walls. But his personality never allowed him to simply gloss over your decor and miss any additions he could criticise. He liked to say that your home was simply misshapen, with rooms that shouldn’t face each other and architecture that didn’t obey the laws of physics.

Your bed stood unmade, brightly coloured duvets wrinkled perfectly thrown around the shape of your body. By the side, lies the terrifying fluffy creature. It lazily stretches with a soft meow; the sight of its deadly claws sending a shiver through Wilbur’s body.

The balcony fits in with your home; Just as cluttered. Broken teapots and mugs holding flourishing plants. He busies himself with tending to your garden; Not that they would benefit from his care, he was clumsier than a newborn foal when it came to living organisms.

From the balcony he can see into your shop, your delightful smile as you walk the customer through your wares, carefully listening to their troubles and suggesting the best solution. Wilbur scoffs when you offer them a discount, with your prices, you were close to bleeding money. How you could keep up your maximalist lifestyle was beyond him.

The customer leans over the counter, a sly smile on his lips as he puts away the newly acquired wares. Heh, what a creep. Wilbur scoffs, leaving his gardening tools as he phases through your walls, falling into your shop. Still invisible, he creeps behind the man, about to give him a heart attack.

But you smile just as Wilbur is set to scare the creepiness out of this dude. And when the man reaches to place a daisy by your ear, you smile, leaning into his touch. Gushing over the silly flower. You had flowers a thousand times prettier growing in your backyard, why were so happy about this crumpled daisy?

Wilbur stands there, unseen as you watch the customer leave. You turn to face the mirror, hands delicately grazing the bitten white petals. You didn’t even like daisies, he scoffs.

You turn around, eyes scanning over your shop.

“Wilbur?”

The way you call his name is unsure, but natural to your tongue. A soft whisper meant only for his ears. He phases into your field of vision, standing out amongst your humble estate in his posh posture.

“Are you finished?” You’re clearly interrupted by his presence, eyes drifting from the daisy to busy themselves with something else.

Wilbur nods, “Nice flower.”

Your smile beams, cheeks rounded in pride. “Thank you”. You run your fingers through your hair, suddenly feeling under the spotlight.

Wilbur wasn’t one to give out compliments, so you would take it. Backhanded or not.

He huffs at your unphased attitude.

You pay him no mind, tending to your counter and making sure everything is in place until the next traveller passes by your swamp. Wilbur busies himself with watching you.

Hearing the ruffling of feathers, you put the flowerpot back on its shelf, running out to the porch.

“Phil!” You wave.

It’s only when he’s closer you notice he has company.

Phil ceases the movement in his wings, gently gliding down to where you stand. He greets you with a sweet smile, adjusting his clothes.

“Fragrance Man!,” You greet with a simple curt.

“Please, call me Mr. Fragrance Man,” He smiles, leaving you confused.

“...Sure!”

“How’ve you been?” Phil asks

“Bored!” You giggle, “There’s not much you can do out here!” Gesturing to your swamp, you sigh.

“You’re always welcome to stay at the Pub or my house if you need,” He pats your shoulder, offering you a lovely smile, “You must be lonely out here… You can always write me if you want some company!”

“Thanks!” You smile. Phil was always willing to go above and beyond for others, you admired his determination to be of aid to those around him, never asking for something in exchange. “Though, I love my little swamp!”

He laughs and you realise there must have been a reason for him to visit, especially with someone else.

“Whaddya need today? I’ve got some fresh Fire resistance!”

“Just some restocking, shouldn’t take too long…”

You idly chit chat as you walk into your shop and he glances around your shelves. Not taking no for an answer, you’re prompt to serve them some afternoon tea and cakes.

“Apologies, were you expecting a visit?” He asks, noticing how fresh your pastries are. “I can leave…”

“Oh, not at all!” Your answer is curt, but his question reminds you of your ghastly guest. He’s nowhere to be seen, but your nose can still detect a faint grasslike scent. “I just enjoy baking!” You say, returning to your conversation.

Fragrance Man has just made a hilarious remark on the viscosity of slimes, making you topple over your counter in a fit of laughter. You’re hit with that strong scent of flowers again when a breeze carries a string of unenthusiastic words to your ears.

“It wasn’t even that funny…”

Your body jumps, shaking the goosebumps away you turn to your guests. “What did you say?”

He seems puzzled, “Sorry, what? Oh- I said slimes–”

“Oh! I thought I heard you say something after that,” You laugh it off,” Must’ve been a pesky mob outside”

There’s a faint scoff by your right ear.

You roll your eyes, biting your lips to hold back a stubborn smile. He hasn’t left.

Phil has his resources on the counter, just a bit of everything to make sure he’s stocked. After double checking his list, he places the paper back in his pocket.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to collect some slime balls, so I’ll be leaving you early. You can put Fragrance Man’s on my tab.”

“So early?” You can’t help but sound disappointed, “Alright, no problem! Have a nice day!” You wave as he gathers his things.

Fragrance man stands up, teacup long forgotten by the centre table.

“So… What have you been doing lately?” You ask as he is busying himself with colourful bottles on the shelves. “Any exciting new things?”

“Oh, we’re making a library…”

The sparkles in your eyes don’t go unnoticed by either men. “Really?! It must look beautiful! Just to think of so many books in one place!”

He chuckles, “There’s not much progress yet”

“I’m sure it will be an amazing build,” He smiles, shaking his head at your enthusiasm.

“I’m not sure about that”

“Come on!”

You’re vehement on listing the architecture on the server and every single one of its features, including his church. That’s when you feel cold breathing on your nape, it sends shivers down your spine, short-circuiting your brain.

You apologise and carry on your monologue, shielding your neck from the hauntings of your business partner. But you feel the weight of his chin on your shoulder, his arms around your waist with a strong yet gentle grip. It takes you a couple of seconds to process the feeling of his embrace, especially around your clothed body. But once you do, you fight back your urge to lean into it.

“Well, I didn’t do much–” Fragrance man opens a bottle, bringing it to nose with a deep sniff before letting it join the clinking bottles around his arm. He doesn’t pay you any mind as he speaks.

Wilbur’s cold digits travel around your body, tracing your figure while you root yourself against the counter, determined to not show any emotions. He is intently watching your face, eyes glued to yours while you’re laser-focused on someone else – To your defence, it’s not like anyone could see him in his ghost form.

The fabric of your long dress bunches nicely around his fingers, the pretty shade of blue makes him want to hold it for longer, but he lets it fall around his wrists.

Not only are his limbs cold, but they have a freezing atmosphere that seems to suck the warmth of anything in its path. Even inches away, you feel that chill run up your legs, raising skin and leaving goosebumps in its path.

”Are you ignoring me?”

No reply.

His lips run through your neck with littered kisses and kitten licks, feeling your loose hair tickle his cheeks, he smiles. While his fingers are dancing circles around your inner thigh, he uses his knee to part your legs.

Always a tease with him. Light scratching following the hem of your underwear, pulling on the elastic and bunching the fabric around his fingers. But never exactly touching you where you need it the most.

Wilbur watches carefully as you suck a breath in, your lips pressing in a flat line, your back unconsciously leaning into his chest. Even if you keep your eyes on Fragrance Man, mimicking his expressions to make sure he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Wilbur wanted you to stop paying attention to him.

His finger runs through your folds, your skin quivering under his touch.

His touches around your core steals a silent mewl from your lips, surprising all.

“What d’you say?” Fragrance Man asks.

You want to bury yourself six feet under and never return. “Nothing! Thought I saw a bug!” You laugh it off, clamping a hand over your mouth so it wouldn’t happen again.

You’re dripping into his touch, wetness pooling into his fingers with a sinful burning sensation of possession. Because of him, you were breathing in heavily, your chest rising uneven is such a pretty view.

You run your fingers through your neck, feeling the sweat start to form. But he sees it almost as an invitation with your glistening skin, veins pulsating in a fastened heartbeat.

You always felt unattainably warm, especially to a cold-blooded hybrid like him. But the heat that radiates from your cheeks and your neck is caused by his actions.

He lavishes in that warmth, breathing in your nature with insatiable determination to fill his lungs with you. Your skin feels alive against his ghoulish complexion, almost worthy of a mythological tale. Of the undead feeding on the youth of its victims.

But for now, for every living breath and lively heat that spreads through your cheeks; he could live. As if your sharp breaths were an extension of his lungs, your gasps fill him up with warmth blooming in his chest.

When he moves his finger, there’s a quiet wet noise that escapes, that you quickly mask by tapping your fingernails against the marbled counter. Wilbur can’t hold back his smile.

Your hips lean to meet his fingers, brushing against his own. Your choked breath is a sign you felt the volume that stands in his slacks. But you remain seemingly composed if not for your ragged breathing.

Wilbur watches as you lick your lips.

”Fuck”

It’s a mistake that slips past his lips but it finally brings you to face his direction; With your parted lips, deliciously glossy red and your glassy eyes, fluttering eyelashes framing your lustful gaze.

And he watches you realise he’s unseen: Your eyes searching for his figure, a certain hurry, a certain yearn in the way you want to find his eyes. To gaze into them, to watch the way they shine under the artificial lighting of your home.

Wilbur wants to kiss you, to take you apart around his fingers and watch you come undone. Piece by piece. He would spread you like an intricate puzzle and study your curves and edges, finding a place for him to fit and make you complete.

Wants to lie on your smile and the way his name rolls off your tongue with such naturality like it belonged in your lips and in a way, it did.

“I think I got everything,” Fragrance Man looks at his selection, about six or seven bottles he juggles around his chest.

You’re taken back into reality, turning around to face your customer. Wilbur steps away from you and the cold emanating from his body is gone.

“Is that all?” You force a smile, extending your hands to help him check out.

Though, when you bag his items your mind is far away.

Wilbur was rare to show emotions, well, not the emotions you liked. He was an arrogant prick with an immense ego only befitting of someone of his posture; A famed businessman with inexplicable charisma.

“How much do I owe ya?” He is quick to pull his thick wallet, bursting at the sides with money.

“Oh, it’s on Phil’s tab…” You wave him off,

“How generous of him… Not that I’d have any trouble paying, Y’know” He smiles. The earthy scent of freshly mowed grass fades from your nostrils, giving into a pungent vinegary scent.

“Yeah, sure” You scratch at your neck, physically holding yourself back from cringing at the smell. “Let… Let me see you out.”

You walk him outside, bidding him goodbye by the porch. It’s an awkward handshake, made even more awkward when he brings your hand to his nose. You watch as Fragrance Man takes a deep sniff.

“Nice scent. Goodbye.”

It’s such an unexpected gesture any words your brain could formulate are turned into dust. You stand on the porch, watching his weirdly confident stance as he wades fearlessly into the swampy waters.

Wilbur’s there when you come back.

It’s the petrichor, upturned dirt. It’s fresh and blooms in your chest with prickly vines around your beating heart; Not willing to ever separate from you lest you be slashed by its thorns.

His eyes are on you, scanning your figure with such delicacy as if you’d simply vanish from his sight; He’d be a fool to believe so, you weren’t him, after all.

His lips part and you scan his face for a sly smile, for a hint of a jokeful tone in his voice but he looks serious. And for a second, blood drains from your body as your mind is filled with unhappy endings. What if he were to say this was all a mistake from the very beginning? And you were nothing but a gaffe in his notebook, a bit of spilt ink that stains his perfect history…

You couldn’t bring yourself to bear such a destiny, after having a taste of presence how could you return to loneliness?

Wilbur almost flinches when you make your way to him with determined steps, every note of your being is wafted in his direction with a light breeze. You grab his collar, allowing yourself to dwell in his confused gaze.

That’s before your lips are crashing against his and you’re standing on your very tippy-toes to reach his face. He is taken aback but let’s your warmth permeate his skin, rushing fresh oxygen into his lungs.

He’s on you; grabbing, grazing, kneading at every bit of showing skin you offer his greedy touch. You’re stumbling back, emphasis on stumbling; just about everything in your path is taken down with his lanky limbs navigating through your cramped living room.

You quite literally bump into the couch, tumbling over one another as you fall back into your cushions.

When he leans back, beckoning to remove your dress, you note the red stains over his lips and you can only admire its beauty; The bright coloured shiny paint that contrasts his pale complexion: Tarnished.

Your dress is long forgotten across the room along with his sweater and shirt.

He paws at your chest in awe, the pulsating veins flourishing with life under your skin are but an invitation for him to trace every single one of them.

You discard your bra while he undoes his belt and slacks, long past the shyness of a first time naked before Wilbur.

His tongue runs across your clavicles with a trail of kisses, nibbles, hickies and everything his brain entices him to do. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, closer, closer.

Your heart pounds against your ribcage and with every beat he feels his body jump with electricity. Your fingers are playing with the soft curls of his caramel hair, you pick up his cap, putting it on your head with a quiet giggle before throwing it across the room.

His hands fit around your breasts, kneading at the abundant flesh and his brain can’t help but be filled with the word ‘perfect’ all over. Because when he pinches your nipple, you throw your head back, presenting yourself to his lips.

Holding back the moans are futile and it’s not like anyone will be there to hear. Only the two of you in this little cottage.

You’re fully naked before him, and though you should feel cold, especially with his low body temperature; You can’t help but burn in anticipation.

“Come on, Wilbur, I think I’m wet enough…”

He laughs softly.

Eyes scanning from his gorgeous face, lustful eyes go down his chest; He wears a white undershirt you’ve become accustomed to. He never fully took his shirt in front of you and a part of you wished to voice your praise and worship to every bit of his ethereal being but in what position were you to say that?

What say did you have in his life when you were but a fleeting amusement to fill his nights with sweet kisses?

Though you served yourself in full to his mercy, there would always remain a barrier between your chests; Never fully feeling his skin on yours.

Your fingers graze along the front of his pants, his bulge visibly straining the thin fabric. Wilbur has his glued to your face, how you lick your lips, playing with the elastic band; Giving him a taste of his teasing with a mischievous, irresistible smile.

He’s pulsating in your hands, messing with your brain’s perception of temperature. You watch his face contort, his breathing hitches when you run your fingers along his length.

“What a sinful, sinful view…” He smiles, pumping his own cock, eyes feasting on your aroused body; Devouring every inch of you with fervour, burning into his memory that sight.

The daisy lies pretty by your hair, not as pretty as you, of course. It’s an innocent accessory though it seems to match you perfectly. But it gives him a silly idea of having you by a meadow, stretching your body across a field of beautiful flowers, bathing in their scent and feeling the dirt under your naked bodies.

You smile and he sighs, “Who’s at fault for that?”

“Yours truly…” His voice is a husky whisper that dissipates along the curves of your collarbone. You smile proudly, meeting his lips halfway, tasting his confidence and his sly tongue.

Lining up with your entrance, he’s a tease and a half, covered in your slickness and smiling at the disgraceful wet sounds. The disparity of you enveloping his freezing body with your warmth is a sensation neither will ever tire of.

You lay there, relishing in that refreshing coldness creeping your body from the inside sending shivers through your blood. The temperature allows you to feel every inch of him dragging along your walls, every vein and every bump of his shaft.

He allows your warmth to encompass him, letting his body feel warm for once in forever.

Wilbur’s lips are stealing every breath from your open mouth. Drinking every broken moan and every ragged chant of his name. God, his name coming out of you sounds like the most angelic harmony.

A prayer for his ears only dripping in honey desire.

“God, you’re squeezing me–” It’s choked and muffled against your neck, he buries his nose into your skin.

His movements are sluggish, and he finds it hard to bottom out without having to stop and moan. Watching the way you cover him in your juices, glistening under the soft lighting.

You hum, too focused on the swimming pleasure coursing through your body.

Every thrust sends your body jiggling and he can’t help but lick his lips; Entranced by the way your tits bounce up and down, following his sweet rhythm.

“Faster…Fuck!Faster– Goddammit–”

He smiles at your groan.

You cup his face, pulling him into a kiss and the warmth of your palms makes him feel as if blushing. With a lively healthy heat on his cheeks.

“God… I’m close,” Wilbur chokes, “Gonna- Cum with me?”

“Yeah… Yeah-” You nod, closing your eyes, letting your forehead touch his. His hands find yours, intertwining your fingers. “Come on–” You smile and he can’t help but reciprocate with a breathless smirk. “Cum for me, pretty boy”

Wilbur laughs, his pretty eyes crinkling and his cheeks rounded. “I’m a pretty boy? What are you, then?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know”

“My pretty girl?”

You smile, “Yours?” It sounds bittersweet on your tongue.

Wilbur nods and you can’t discern the playful tone in his voice but chuck it out to wishful thinking, “Mine. Always”

“Yeah–” You breathe out, the knot in the pit of your stomach is tighter and tighter and close to bursting, “yours. Always–”

He watches your lips form a pretty ‘O’, his name falls off in a pretty chant, breathless. It’s not long before he reaches his climax, spilling into you with a final thrust.

Wilbur smiles, he feels alive briefly.

It’s refreshing, the cooling feeling that drives up your body.

You remain motionless, coming down from your high as he rides his own. God, a face like his could end wars… Or start them. His eyes are half-lidded when he opens them, scanning your face with a post-orgasm glow you’ve grown to love.

He leans back into your cushioned old-fashioned sofa, his skin holding a sweaty sheen. You giggle, watching him run his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

God, his post-sex look was just godly.

You place a cushion under your back and lie down to recover your energy; Wilbur chuckles, patting your entangled legs.

Usually, neither spoke after your rendezvous. You lied in the afterglow, basking in the high endorphins cursing through your veins. It was an untouchable moment where you had no need to acknowledge the outside world.

He uses the hem of his undershirt to wipe down his face, not remembering he has nothing underneath.

And you gasp, holding your breath; He is short of heavenly. His chest falls and rises slowly and you know it matches your breathing. He is lean, not too skinny but not too muscular and you distinctly think how much his physique matches him. A couple inches from his ribcage lies a large diagonal slash across his stomach.

It’s a wide bunched up keloid that shows the growth of skin over an obvious large wound. And you think it looks beautiful; with lines in the same pattern, following a very clear direction it stretches across his abdomen.

Just what would make sure a large gash? It had to be lethal at its size.

When your eyes meet his, your heart crashes to the pit of your stomach. He looks terrified, very obviously shaking with trembling lips and erratic eyes to scan your face desperately.

You weren’t meant to see that.

“Wait! Wilbur!” You stumble from the couch, not caring of your naked form to follow him.

But you can’t feel his presence, nothing that indicates he's still here.

He’s gone.

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wilburs-castle · 2 years

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Can wei get some name/pronoun suggestions for a Ghostbur/Phantombur fuzztive? I'm still.. new around here and learning who I am but I am a like a mixture of how Glattbur and Phantombur look (the ram horns, phantom wings, bone details, etc.) and I am just.. chronically tired and I like softer things.

- 🌻✨

Here are some name/neopronoun suggestions hope it helps you guys!! :DD Names!: -Ashling -Kimon -Soren -Hypnos -Aries -Morpheus -Samson -Arien -Sanders -Almos Neopronouns!: -Fuzz/Fuzzys/Fuzzyself -Soft/Softs/Softself -Fog/Fogs/Fogself -Sleep/Sleeps/Sleepself -Cloud/Clouds/Cloudself -Daze/Dazes/Dazeself -Wing/Wings/Wingself -Ram/Rams/Ramself -Zzz/Zzzs/Zzzself -X/X's/Xself

#🌻✨ system!!#request finished!#for a fuzztive #Ghostbur fuzztive #Phantombur fuzztive #name help #neopronouns #name ideas!!!

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skretri · 11 months

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Good evening! Could you perhaps please draw a Revivedbur x Phantombur :) /Nf /Gen (Happy Pride Month!)

happy pride month!!!!

#(although the drawing has nothing to do with pride month)#my art #fanart #revivedbur #phantombur #bursonas

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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Hi! Mag I request a C!Wilbur x Half Blaze reader? Like they can’t touch water, snow, is from the nether, etc

So like a Blazeborn reader! Awesome dynamic with the opposites attract thing (yknow Phantombur can't touch sunlight and he's dead which means cold so-) yeah you get what I mean!

I didn't really know if you meant Phantombur specifically as one of the C!Wilbur's or just C!Wilbur from the Dream SMP so I did what was easiest to think of and that was a weird combo of the two Bursonas. Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: C!Wilbur x Blazeborn!Reader

AU: Dream SMP & Origins SMP crossover (??)

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It wasnt exactly easy being a being such as yourself in a world full of Normals and Humans. Your brother from the Origins dimension, Jack, had fucked you over and sent you to another Nether on accident so now you were stuck in this one without a clear way home.

Which sucked because you had a date with Phantombur that night. If one could call it that. The Phantom man of the world had invited you to go monster hunting with him, but him being the sly tongued man he was made it sound like an occasion to look forward too.

Now you were trapped in the new Nether with no way out. Your chatter didn't work here and you sure as Hell didn't speak Blaze in this dimension. They all made guttural groans instead of throaty ones like your dimensions so getting directions from your kind was pointless. And they were very rude as well.

Piglins weren't much help either so wither skeletons were your last option.

Yeah those guys went extinct a while ago due to a mass hunting apparently. The piglins told you that.

"Does anyone know how to get OUT of here?!" You asked in what rough piglin you knew. They eyed you curiously. The embers embedded in your skin flared with sparks as no one answered you. The gold of your eyes burned and you huffed out a puff of smoke from your lips.

"When I get back home I will murder you Jack I swear." You growled in your native tongue and stormed off into a crimson forest. The warmth of your home, albeit not your dimensions, welcomed you even if you were not its own. Your hissing and blazeish curses grew few as you wandered on. Hoping for a portal. Ruined or working it didn't matter. You had a diamond pick axe so nothing should be too big a problem.

A snap of a twig split your senses into fight or flight. Blazeborns didn't fly. Ever.

"Who's there?!" You called out and pulled your ax from your inventory.

"Easy now don't kill me!" A man stepped out. A tall one with a white flash in his hair.

"Wilbur?" You recognized the man you had meant to be hunting with tonight.

"Sorry, you know me?" This world's Wilbur looked confused. Different. He wasnt pale cold grey in complexion but a sandy beige. His hair wasn't the color of the night sea but really like the cocoa beans that grew in the jungles of the Overworld. And his eyes...your Wilbur's eyes were an emerald green that pulsed and smiled with each sly comment. This Wilbur's eyes burned like dying coals of Hell's fires. Red overlaying a dark brown like freshly filled soil.

"No, not you. It's a little complicated. Name's Y/N Blazeborn. I'm not from here you could say." You smiled and outstretched a smoldering hand. The embers flickered under your skin as Wilbur accepted the handshake. A flush ran up his face as your eyes met.

"Right well, you already know my name so why don't we get out of here before the Piglins come back for my head?" Wilbur suggested and only then did you notice his attire. What kind of mortal fool didn't come into the Nether without gold armor.

"Right here we are!" Wilbur gestured to the landscape that filtered into your vision. A crowded place of buildings and words written in the sky.

"This is the community portal of the Greater Dream SMP. Dream runs this entire server but a King named George runs the country. I once tried to establish my own country called L'manberg. Ended up blowing it up myself in the end but I've made my peace with that." Wilbur continued on in his explanation of his past and you couldn't help but listen.

This Wilbur was so much more interesting than Phantombur. Perhaps you were only thinking that because this Wilbur was new. This Wilbur was excited to show you things. He wasn't sly or manipulative like the son of the great Crowfather. This Wilbur was...different. A good different.

"Anyways yeah I've kind of just over shared my entire existence to a beautiful person such as yourself so I think I deserve maybe a little explanation as to what the actual fuck you are." Wilbur's face turned bright red and his tongue twisted over his breath causing him to cough.

"Well-" You were about to speak and then thunder rolled above. "Ah!" You yelped and ran for the nearest treeline. Wilbur didn't follow you but saw how you cowered as the rain came down.

"We you alright?" He asked and held out his hand to the rain as the droplets coated his clothes.

"I am now. In Hydrophobic. Rain hurts me." You explained and flinched as a water droplet dripped from a leaf onto your skin causing a hiss and small piece of steam to come off your skin.

"Really? I was like that for a while but it didn't really hurt. It more so just sort of melted my skin." Wilbur ducked under the tree with you and watched the rain fall from under the branches.

"What do you mean you WERE like this?" You questioned.

"Oh I died and came back as a Ghost. He was a real pain in my ass just saying. Sweet fellow apparently though. People called him Ghostbur and they call me Revivbur." Wilbur explained.

"Neat." You uttered. "The Wilbur of my world is dead but he's not allergic to rain. He is to sunlight though. Man lights up like a torch at the smallest ray." You chuckled remembering the time Phantombur accidentally caught himself on fire. You had laughed as he dove for the lake which only resulted in water being splashed on you.

"So you really can't touch the rain? Or water at all?" Wilbur asked after a moment of silence.

"Yeah sucks I know." You sighed and sat down in the grass, watching as the near by blades blackened from your heat.

"What're you supposed to be?" Wilbur sat beside you.

"I'm half blaze. My brother Jack is one too. He sent me here on accident." You huffed and lit a small twig on fire with the embers along your fingers. The wood smoldered before fuzzing out to dark embers.

"That's hot." You heard Wilbur utter out and followed by several coughs. "I-I mean your fingers. They're hot that they can light a twig on fire!" He rushed to explain and you let out a laugh.

"You're a funny man Revivbur." You snickered and watched the rain pitter down from under the tree.

"You think so?" Revivbur smiled and rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Much funnier than my version of you. Phantombur is a bit of a prick most of the time." You sighed remembering the emerald eyes of the potions master.

"I'm a prick in your world?" Wilbur seemed a little confused.

"A charming one at that too." You leaned your chin on your palm before smiling half-heartedly at the man beside you. "Are you charming, Wilbur?" you asked.

"Let me take you on a date and you can tell me." Wilbur offered and you chuckled.

"Alright fine. I've got a feeling I'm gonna be here a while." You huffed and leaned back on your hands causing another patch of grass to burn under the embers.

"Wonderful." Wilbur smirked at you and sparks flew off your embers.

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