#cloudy:: ghostbur

[enchant-us]

Ghost shifted around, trying to get their talons comfortable before letting out a small huff, giving up

" Will you stop? you’re damn annoying. " the president snapped back, sitting in a velvet arm chair off to the far side and crossing his legs. turning a page and beginning to read the next set of lines before him. " if you were going to be this bitchy I just say you should’ve stayed out wherever you were prancing this time. "

[cloudy-blues]

„ hi blueberry!! psst hiii!! „ they called out from the edge of the tundra biome. her paws crunching and padding around in a soft and fluffy fresh sheet of snow after a storm. „ i got your flowers!! wanted to see you, so, figured I’d bring them with!! only a day early after all. I found this really pretty flower in a cave system i think you’d like!! it’s called a bleeding heart, it’s pink and white!! „

Ghost bur jumped at the voice, spinning around,”Blackberry!!” They chirped, holding a bouquet of lilies, dandelions, daisys and more,”oh!! That’s so pretty!!!”

[tainted-fields]

„ the flowers are nice here, ghost.. just like you said they’d be. I just wish I could have shown bleeding heart too.. I think im going to miss you both, I think im going to miss you guys a lot.. but, but atleast I don’t hurt anymore.. right? „ - <3

[cloudy-blues]

mhm! They are!! Want some blue?

hiii!! I’m ghostbur [probably should say that..]

Oh, hello ghostbur! It’s nice to meet you. Our names are kinda similar, you know?

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

hello my favourite tumblr user i have words for you

cloud/clouds

air

pain

Wilbur takes a breath, looking up at the slightly cloudy night sky. “I’m tired. I might just go to bed.”

“Oh, you’re such a millennial, freaking-“ Tommy looks down at his feet as he mutters. “Okay. Okay, fine. You’ll go to bed.” He looks up. “But what about me?”

“What about you? You can do what you want, man. Go to a pub or something, I don’t know.”

Tommy wrinkles his face in disgust. “I don’t want to.”

Wilbur turns to look at Tommy, leveling his eyes. “You want something. What do you want?”

~~~

Ranboo stays quiet for a few strange, long seconds. “I didn’t even know you had a brother."

Wilbur’s lips tighten. “It’s complicated. A long, long story.” He gestures with his spatula, sweeping it across the air like a torch, and Ranboo chuckles breathily.

“I understand. I think… most people have their long, complicated stories."

~~~

Ghostbur gently kicks a fallen nut with the tip of his shoe. “I like to take walks. They help keep my head quiet."

“Keep your head quiet?” Tommy blinks. “What does that mean?"

Ghostbur doesn’t answer for several seconds. He kicks the little nut again. “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad."

Tommy sighs at the sound of singing. “You didn’t answer me."

“Take a sad song, and make it better."

Tommy watches his brother, and he is still a bit angry at him. And he wishes that he wasn’t. He doesn’t want to be angry.

But he doesn’t take his hand away from Ghostbur’s. That means something, doesn’t it? That means the anger isn’t everything.

As they both walk up the few steps into their yard, one voice becomes two, and then they’re both singing, and it’s quiet and very soft but they know all the words, and it sounds a little bit right.

And maybe this means that things will be alright. Maybe this means that tonight won’t happen again.

“And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain. Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders."

[err0r-t4ken]

Ghost stood there, shifting from talon to talon as they watch the lava wall slowly fall. They hadn’t been to the prison since they were last revived, stepping into the cell,”hello.”

-@cloudy-blues a ghostbur blog :D

"Hello? Didn't I kill you?"

Dream shook his head, a little smile on his face. He tugged against the restraints slightly as he made a move to step closer and examine the ghost.

[1duckling]

”Oh hello!! may I offer you some flowers? i have tulips, blue bells, lilies, andddd daisies!”

-@cloudy-blues [just very silly ghostbur blog]

"Flowers, huh? Sure, Ghost. I'll take some flowers."

[enchant-us]

” I-I’ll drop Prime.. please..”

the door was still locked, any pleading was ignored, foot steps clicked all around the penthouse. but nobody answered, or spoke even a damn word, ignoring it completely.

[cloudy-blues]

no matter how much she struggled to find the ghoul they met just a few days ago through their tundra, they still perspired to the edge. watching where snowy horrors turned to soft green grass and gorgeous flowers. bloom couldn’t travel far, alexia was banished mainly to the tundra anywho.. so even though it burned, she followed a few steps forwards. despite floating, her wings beginning to deteriorate in the sun as she tapped ghostburs shoulder. offering him a wi there pine, winter blueberry, and winter red berry small bouqet wrapped with burlap ribbon. smiling while her form began to melt.

The ghost turned and saw the other was melting while taking the stuff that was given to them,”oh no! Hun.. you’re melting..”

[tainted-fields]

Ghostbur floated in the tundra, they personally didn’t want to get any snow stuck on their body, spotting a figure in the distance made them immediately float over,”hiiii!”

slowly perked up a snow covered ghoul, large wings fluttering and feathers ruffling under the snows weight, eyes covered with bangs, and winged ears perking up in sync with their fluffy cat like tail upon seeing the other. holding a bundle of winter blueberries. „ ,hello,!! „

[bee-dot-exe]

Hi! Been a second since I wrote DSMP stuff. But I saw a post from @elmhat advertising @sixteenth-day-event and thought it would be really fun. I'm also tagging @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters because I think she'll like it a lot. The prompt I got was Niki talks to Wilbur about resentment and I think I came up with a pretty cool thing. Enjoy!

Once Upon A Time

Oh boy, there's angst and sadness and death is discussed, it's so good.

591 words

Niki was probably seeing things. Right? That wasn't really him standing across the way.

They looked like Wilbur, they had the same curly chocolate hair and a beanie.

They sounded like Wil, they had the same laugh that was soft and bubbly and made flowers grow.

But she was just seeing things. Like a mirage. Or a ghost.

"Hello!"

Their voice was half an octave higher and danced with reverberation.

They had on a yellow sweater with a cloudy blue stripe that looked wet across the chest.

Their skin was pale and had a soft grey tint.

"Are you okay?"

"But- you- Wil?"

"Kind of!"

"Kind of?"

"I used to be Wil!"

"You you you- used to be?"

"Mhm! I'm Ghostbur!"

"Ghos- you're Ghostbur. You're dead. I mean, obviously you're dead, I watched it happen, but you're really dead."

"I guess I am."

"You're dead, you died, why did you die?"

"I don't, um, really remember."

"Not- not how. Why did you die? You- you just- you told him-"

Niki's chest hurt. It was tight. The air she was trying to pull into her lungs was really far away.

The edges around her vision was kind of blurry and felt like a dream.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm- no- I'm not really."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is there anything I can do or someone I can get?"

"You're so selfish."

"Huh?"

"You're selfish. You died. You're dead. You died and didn't think about any of us before who were your friends or who cared and you didn't think about us watching it happen and you didn't think about it impacting us at all. Now you're dead."

"I-"

"I'm angry. I'm angry and hurt and heartbroken and confused and sick."

"I don't-"

"How is this real? This can't be real. What is happening?"

"Can I-"

"You're dead, Wil, you're actually dead."

"But I'm not-"

"I know you're not Wilbur! If we're being honest, I think Wilbur really died a long time ago! He was selfish for doing this and you are selfish for being here and I am selfish for believing anything could be different!"

Niki was screaming, she had been for a bit, but it dissolved into all the air that somehow reached her lungs going right back out and slicing the air like a sword or axe or scythe and tears that ran down her face fast and warm and salty.

Her legs collapsed beneath themselves at some point, and she was sitting on the ground, and Wil- Ghostbur, who had been standing watching silently, had joined her and very slowly reached forward to hold Niki into his chest as she cried.

When the air was a little less thick and easier to catch and the tears only trickled down her face, she raised her head and looked at the boy with the same brown curly hair and smile lines at the corner of his mouth who was holding her, but it wasn't warm.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, I didn't mean it."

She said as she wiped an eye with the back of her fist.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't know what all the other me did, but that sounded like it hurt, I think you needed it."

"I miss you."

He knew what she meant.

"I know."

They stood up after a few more minutes, then parted ways, and Niki was right, the blue stripe on his sweater was wet, because now she had a matching one on her shirt from being held by her old friend.

[maskedbutsilly]

HIIII!! I’m the owner of both @.cloudy-blue and @.pitiful-revival!! I adore your art of Ghostbur and Alexia!! It looks so yummy yum!! Definitely gonna eat it /vvvvpos /silly!!

OMG HI !!! im so glad you like em !!! tysm >_<!!!!!!!!!!

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Feather

“Do you like your feathers, Sweet Blue?”

The chicken on Ghostbur’s lap only purrs, eyes nearly shut with contentment. Ghostbur strokes her head with his fingers, using his other hand to hold and admire a feather. It’s one of her soft feathers—down feathers, is what they’re called? Phil has them, and he’s called them down feathers, so Ghostbur thinks that’s what they’re called—and the light breeze makes it fan out and sway, sunlight lining its edges like jewelry. It’s a very pretty feather.

“If I had feathers, I think I would like them.” Ghostbur sets the down feather on his knee, leaning back and pressing his palm against the earth. “I would think they were the prettiest thing about me. And I would take very good care of them, just like you do. And I could fly!”

Ghostbur’s lips turn up into a smile. “Flying would be fun, I think. Phil used to take me flying, when I was very small. He’d hold me really tightly so I wouldn’t fall and then he would fly across the sky, and the wind would make my hair all tangly and my face would get cold but I didn’t really care. I was just happy to be in the sky, like Philza.”

Pausing, Ghostbur looks up at the sky now. It’s a little cloudy, but not overcast; the sun shines brightly, making itself known even as a cloud tries to hide it away. It’s edges are golden white, just like the down feather. “I suppose I wasn’t really flying, though. I was just holding on to Phil while he was flying. Sweet Blue, wouldn’t it be fun if we could fly like Phil?”

Sweet Blue ruffles her feathers but otherwise makes no response.

Ghostbur frowns. “Well, I think it would be very fun. If only I had wings… then I’d be able to fly. Unless, of course, I had wings like you, wings that aren’t exactly good for flying. I’d be a little sad if that were the case.”

Sweet Blue looks up at him then, blinking drowsily. Ghostbur grins. “But then I could stay down here with you! And that wouldn’t be too bad; oh, I could stay here with you and Friend! And maybe I could hop really high because of my not-quite wings!”

Sweet Blue begins purring again, lightly pecking him on the leg. Ghostbur goes back to stroking the top of her head, and she stops trying to peck at him. “So maybe I don’t want to fly after all. If I could fly, I’d have to leave you and Friend behind, and I don’t really want to do that.”

Sweet Blue purrs louder. Ghostbur tilts his head, smiling softly. “I don’t want to do that at all.”

~~~

SO FOR CONTEXT: Sweet Blue is a chicken OC that me and a friend came up with :D

For this ask game :)

[lunimy]

ghostbur :O

[its-elvie-innit]

I'm sorry you're not doing so well rn :( i am giving you some love and good vibes :DDD

THANK YOU CLOUDY I AM ACCEPTING THESE HEARTS WITH SO MANY POSITIVE TEARS!!!

[enchant-us]

”are you.. upset with me..?”

the male stayed turned away from his place on the couch, gripping his wine glass and taking a slow, calculated sip. making a soft ‘ aahhh ‘ sound when he was finished. the keychain left on the couch was lifted into view, dangling on the presidents finger. " so, we decide to try and invest our time into a faux religion is okay? " the question was rhetorical, tone cold and on edge. he was absolutely livid.