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sardonic-the-writer · 3 years ago

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God can you imagine a yandere Ghostbur?

Like he could use his cluelessness to his advantage to get closer to you. Use his whiney personality to make him seem harmless. While I don't think he could hurt people physically, like he can't touch them because he is a ghost. He could definitely make some potions to really fuck with someone. Ghostbur it's still Wilbur just not really all there, so it wouldn't surprise me if his knowledge from potion-making, passed down to him.

What's that? Somebody said Ghostbur had threatened them with harming potions because they talked to you for to long? That can't be right, Ghostbur wouldn't even hurt a fly, he would never do that to a person!

Why would you think there's somebody watching you? You can't see anybody and there is no squirrels that indicate an invisibly potion. Ghostbur would never, he's too nice to do something like that!!! :)

Ghostburr knows so much about you just from stalking you, going through your books and chests, listening to you talk to other people, ect. But he does it because he loves you and he wants to make sure that you're okay so its fine right? He will play dirty if he has to but it's all for you so its ok. :)))

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Oh my god you best bet that this is exactly what would happen. Ghostbur would be so enamored with you.

People have always treated him as a nuisance in his afterlife form. Yelling at him to go away, leave them alone, "this isn't about you!", and all sorts of things they never had second thoughts about. From Fundy never wanting to see him, to Tommy and Techno shooing him away constantly.

But Ghostbur isn't a fool. He knows who says what and keeps tabs on them. He takes it all with a genuine seeming smile, pretening to not understand what they mean and continue to be cheery. He might seem like an innocent little bean, but Ghosbut remembers.

And that's the most dangerous thing of all.

So when he finally found himself meeting up with you in his floating grey-ish form, the fact that you spared any bit of kindness to him stuck to his thoughts like honey for days.

After your first couple of tame and polite meetings with the formerly living man, you'd constantly be catching little clear particals floating in the air out of the corner of your vision as you went about your business, always leaving you with a hollow and rotting feeling in your chest. As if you were being watched.

When you'd come home, things in your chest would be moved slightly from their normal positions. Just enough to offset you, but make you think that you were just going crazy in the end. After all, it must be a trick of your mind.

You and Tubbo were talking one day when you heard the younge boy casualy mention that a bunch of his potion supplies were going missing. You hadn't thought much about it; at least, not before remembering a broken bottle by the side of your house that smelled of something other than just water.

Tubbo ended up telling you after a bit more prying that it was mostly ingredients for invisibility potions. He had chalked it up to Ranboo messing around during his enderwalk sessions, but your pale white face told another story.

Hastily excusing yourself from the conversation, you rushed home. Freezing right before going to throw your front door open, a flash of color caught your eye.

A wilting blue rose had been left of your doorstep.

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maddenleftchat · 3 years ago

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For the all DSMP Gods ask, I raise you this: Darling is a skilled mediator (and quite possible manipulator) who now walks freely between the various gods' domains. (Ace Anon)

These are going to be fairly short since it's a lot of characters :)

Triggers: possessive behaviors, obsessive behaviors, stalking, mention of being kidnapped, very brief mention of eating humans, manipulation, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

God!Dream

Honestly I can see GD not liking the idea of you too much. Like he doesn't hate you as a person, but your actions are what he hates. GD does have a little bit of feelings for you, and mainly wants you to stay with him. He doesn't like the idea of you just walking around for all the other gods to see. So whenever you do find yourself making your daily patrol, be sure to keep an eye on the clock or he just might keep you there a lot longer than you want...

DreamXD

XD would likely just ignore you in the beginning, not wanting to go through the effort of getting to know you when you just appear for a few seconds before walking out of his domain. It's not that he hates you... He just doesn't care...or that's what he told himself. XD is more likely to watch you from afar, and then create a distraction or an accident in his domain to keep your attention on him. But that only really happens if he's super jealous. Most of the time he is fairly content with just watching you, until he sweeps you up and takes you away from all those other nasty gods!

God!Wilbur

Wilbur would probably immediately notice you, and try to get some information out of you. Such as: Who are you? What are you doing here? What is your purpose here? And etc. He's likely to immediately catch feelings, and starts to get upset if you try to leave. Wilbur will likely from then on try to make you catch feelings. If he is being honest, he much prefers his darlings to actually love him back…You don't really have a choice when you get to leave Wilbur's domain… It is HIS domain. All you can do is pray that you don't peak his interest.

God!Ghostbur

Like Wilbur, he would immediately notice you. But instead of interrogating you he would give you a warm smile and a great greeting! But..also like Wilbur, he will be quick to catch feelings. He isn't nearly as forceful as the other gods. If anything he's nothing but a gentle puppy compared to them. He'll try his best to impress you and make sure you smile every time you come and visit. And slowly, ever so slowly you will find yourself becoming more and more entranced with him. You see his tactic is to make you obsessive over him. Pretty sly huh?

God!Technoblade

It is likely that it will take Techno a few days to acknowledge your existence. But do not let your guard down to your reader, he is fully aware of your presence. He's just too caught up in battle plans too want to say anything. Techno is more likely to not catch feelings very quickly. It could take him anywhere from a year to five years, but once he does catch feelings he is quick to get to his feet. And before you even know it, you'll be caged in his arms like the good little dove you are. But the majority of your visits will basically be you talking and him giving simple head nods.

God!Schlatt

HA! You'll be lucky to get this man's attention. He'll be too caught up in his feast and his wine. Likely the only reason he actually saw you was through the reflection of the red wine in his glass. He'll demand who you are, and what you are doing there. And once you answer his more or less demanding questions, he will offer you a small bite of his feast. Say. No. And every single time, keep saying no. Schlatt will eventually stop asking you, But congratulations! You got another God's attention! It won't be long before you're sitting in his lap while he feasts away on the human flesh...

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cosmo112 · 3 years ago

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My obsessive House Mates are dead?!

Yandere Ghost DSMP x Reader

1/??

TW: unnerving content, mentions of death, just overall Spook!

You lived alone. In your Great Grand parents Home. Basically a very very Victorian style house.

Did I tell you your GrandParents where killers? :/ yeah uh. That’s kinda important. You inherited the house because it was in both wills that YOU specifically get the house, and when you where younger you and your Grandparents made a code.

You hummed at your desk trying to read said code, it was music notes, the house was absolutely cleaned out. So no hints there even if they where carved into the walls. Everything was patched, and cleaned, and basically brand new.

You shoved the desk away and got up and started making some food. You hissed at the sudden cold and checked the AC. It was running fine, and a hot day in summer so maybe just chills from the floors? You sighed and finished some basic leftovers from a burger place.

I shuffled down back into the office and groaned looking at the paper. You looked again and gasped.

“Look under the Stairs.”

I got up and ran to the stairs and grabbed the old note in HUMAN WRITING THIS TIME! I recognized Grandpa’s Writing.

“Knock 3 times on the basement, the door will unlock.”

I walked to the locked basement, not even the police could get in here. I knocked three times and the door slid open. I walked down the stairs, and called the Chief’s Number to tell ask for a clean up and search.

I turned on the light and froze. I heard the cops and ran up the stairs and the door slammed shut. I looked back at the translucent male with glowing Brownish eyes with a phantom Green glow.

He was clearly British, with curly brown hair and charming glasses. Light passed through him as his corpse sat there rotting. The police knocked 3 times as he let go of my leg and vanished into the vase.

The steps came down as the police gently helped me up. “I unscrambled the note, and it lead me to the rotten smell down there. My grandparents wanted me to find his body. Which makes me wonder if there’s more.” You said at the table, your Lawyer nodded.

“Their Body cam shows that their telling the truth officer Jorden.” I perked, “you guys where recording me?!” The officer sighed, “yes Y/n. We had to to get more out of the house, it’s been live streaming, our guys already took out the cameras but please report anymore hidden bodies.”

You sighed and sat back down. You nodded as your Lawyer drove you home after the lengthy Interview, you looked out the window. “Y/n be safe please?” You laughed “of course Alex. You too.” You walked inside and was tackled.

The Ghostly Brit held you to the wall, a dark look on his face. “You. You, why didn’t you report me? Just my body? How did you find me! Your related to them why did they kill me!” He hissed slamming you back into the wall making your head spin.

“Uhhhgggh.” You groaned as he let you go apologizing. “Your quite bi-polar, and I have no clue for any of those questions. I’m- I’ve gotta lay down.” You mumbled as he followed.

You tried slamming the door on him go change but he melted through and looked at you with puppy eyes. You waved him away as he just snarled suddenly. “Fine I don’t wanna hang out with you either.” He vanished and your light flickered.

“I’M CHANGING YOU IDIOT!” You yelled and hoped he heard you as you changed.

He appeared again as you slipped on your shirt and hugged you. “I’m wilbur! Wilbur Soot! You must be Y/n L/n! Oh your Grandma spoke about you so much after I died you sounded wonderful and nothing like them! I’ve been alone for a looooong time.”

He nuzzled into your side as you sighed and laid down. You felt him get bigger? Lankier? And hugged you from behind and spooned you.

You huffed and tossed the blankets over yourself lazily and fell asleep. You can deal with your Ghostly Roomate later. Right? Not like there’s anymore. . Right?

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years ago

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obsessive sounds worse than intrigued {c!Ghostbur}

Summary: Yandere!Ghostbur. He'd invited you to the destruction of L'Manberg and then you'd watched him die. Now post-mortem, he finds one of the few things that feels familiar is keeping an eye on you, even if you aren't exactly aware of it.

Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Ghostbur / Enabler!Reader. please heed the warnings.

A/N: 2894 words. i really don't know how i feel about this one, was meant to be longer and include revivebur but idk man. tell me what ya think thanx, this is probs all over the place lmfao. this is much softer compared to the others i think. but either q or techno will be up next

Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; stalking, mutual obsession, nonsexual voyeurism??, canon wilbur death scene with more angst, mentions of hamilton

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }

When Ghostbur starts to write down all he remembers, he finds its usually moments or sensations, a fleeting blur of both, and the warmth of friendship that goes without saying. But your name sits alone in the list, without explanation, because how can he explain how much of you he remembers when it feels like everything. Your favourite food, how you'd sway along if he started singing, what triggered your protectiveness, your favourite pyjamas, how much of your time you had dedicated to L'manburg, how hard you'd worked to keep his and Tommy's spirits up in exile - you had been the one consistent bright light until the very end. The one thing that had slowed his spiral was seeing you safe and happy, even if you didn't know it.

But as others began to demand your time more, as you began to seemingly prioritise those who had betrayed the ideals of the nation they fought to build, something angry and jealous began to gnaw at Wilbur's heart. He was building up speed with his spiral, graceful and tragic, leaning further into it as he watched you treat Tommy and Tubbo and Fundy like family. Mine, mine, mine! Seeing red from the shadows, he knew he had to destroy what he'd built so it couldn't be tainted further, and there's only one thing he can think of to alleviate his now downright painful jealousy without hurting you; he'd remove himself from the equation.

But he needs you to know, and he needs to know what he means to you.

So he sits with his thoughts in the room with the button, and sends you a message. You ask where he is, say shit is going down, he simply tells you he's at the button. You don't respond. He waits. Waits longer than he'd intended, until he feels like he has his answer.

Phil appears but it's too late; his land and his love have been poisoned against him, so it seems.

"I'm sorry, I got lost-" your voice echoes in the tiny room right as Wilbur's palm lands on the button that detonates L'manburg. There's unimaginable gratification that comes feeling the rumble of the explosives destroying his land on his command, and seeing you, breathless, frantic, meeting his gaze with loving concern, watching that concern turn to horror as you realise what's happening.

You ran to him, even with everyone else you love dealing with Techno and Withers on the surface, you'd run to him. But he can't trust you to love him the way he wants you to, and he's tired of fighting, tired of everything, tired of the idea that you'd end up resenting him. In this moment, he knows you'd chosen him, and that's enough for him to die happy.

So he asks Phil to kill him, begs with a wide smile and desperate eyes, even as you stagger forward, pleading for him not to. The one consistent bright light, even until the end, you put yourself between Phil and Wilbur, taking Wilbur's face in your hands as Phil stands uncertainly with his sword.

Eyes squeezed closed, you pull Wilbur close, to rest your forehead against his, begging him not to do this. If you are not mine, I cannot be yours, his mind murmurs, but you're close to tears and would agree to about anything to get him to stop this. It wouldn't be real.

"Phil, you have to kill me," Wilbur says firmly, and you're sobbing now; his demise had moved you to tears, to begging and pleading for him to see rationaliaty. He's almost sick with elation. So he steps out of your embrace, steps around you, demanding the unthinkable from his father. Phil strikes him and you scream, the sound echoing through the hole in the wall. Pulling Wilbur away, he avoids the second strike, but turns to you, taking your hands.

This is the peak, this is the moment where he knows that to die would be to ascend, the one moment he can believe that you are completely his, without interruption or opposition. All he wants is to die believing that.

"My love, take your time," he says gently, smiling at you with a serenity you hadnt thought him capable of, "I'll see you on the-" but the second strike lands, and he's gone before he even hits the ground.

But he hadn't realised he'd exist beyond that, hadn't realised he'd be a ghost and have to deal with the understanding that he'd broken your heart.

Or so he'd thought.

You'd felt abandoned, and Phil had taken you in to show that you weren't. You sat at his kitchen table, wallowing amid cups of chamomile for days on end, which Ghostbur knew because he'd come to find Phil, but had seen you through the window and panicked.

He says he has to work up the courage to speak to you again after what happened, but if he's being honest, it's more that watching you from places unseen is a familiar comfort. It helps him feel a bit more like his old self, helps him feel a bit more normal. He doesn't think too hard about that.

Phil tells him that you miss him. Ghostbur's got his nose buried in his own journal, what he remembers, but smiles at that.

The day he finally speaks to you again is the day he caves and adds you to his journal.

The world seems to stop in the moment that you come face to face with him. You're seeing the ghost of Wilbur for the first time, but he's seen that expression on you before. A memory flashes to the forefront of his mind, of that same expression when you'd found him by the button, and the cathartic sense of joy as his land was torn asunder out of spite, and he knew you'd chosen him in the end.

There's no words for a very long time. At first it's just a hug, but then you're touching his face, his arm, his chest, your fingers running through his hair. Your touch is feather light but persistent, as if to make sure he's real while being afraid to break him at the same time, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. Finally, you're holding his hands tenderly, looking at them, silent. Then, head snapping up and gaze meeting his, he's surprised by the tears in your eyes.

"My love, take your time-" rings through his head loud and clear in this mirror of a moment. You must hear it too, your grip got tighter. He remembers this too, that phrase, how you'd begged for his life; even as a ghost there's a sickly sense of triumph, of joy, curled tight in his chest at the memory. He feels it now as you hold his hands tightly and lean forward enough to rest your forehead by his shoulder, sniffling. Once again you are distraught by his death, and once again he quietly delights in that fact, even if he doesn't quite want to.

He lets go if your hands and wraps his arms around you, holds you close as you cry against his sweater.

"Don't ever do that to me again," you demand tearfully, muffled by soft, yellow wool, "don't ever leave me like that again, you dramatic asshole, don't you fucking dare!" And you're holding him tight, clutching his sweater in a white knuckled grip, shaking. It reads as possessive, even unintentionally, and Ghostbur feels selfish for how wide he's smiling as he rubs gentle circles against your back.

But he doesn't know where to go for him; there was something final about dying, like adding a clean bow on his unhealthy obsession with you, so now what? He finds himself falling back into old routines, spending free time sitting with his back pressed to the wall in the flower garden beneath your kitchen window, listening when he's not sure what else to do with himself. He's not used to hearing you talk about him when you think he's not there; you wonder about him, where he is, how he is. Maybe it's worry, maybe it's curiosity, but he can't bring himself to soothe your concerns and knock on your door. It's bewildering; isn't this exactly what he wanted? Why does it sit strangely in his chest? Is it guilt? Is it cruel to continue gathering information that you might not necessarily want to share with him? Couldn't he just ask?

But there's something about how your concern grows audible in your voice with each day that passes, with each person who assures you that he's fine, that they spoke to him. It's the way you get teary and sniffle after a week, doubt and worry spilling from you. You worry that he's pulling away like before, voicing regrets over not being with him more, showing how much you cared, at least until it was too late. His love for you grows in a way that's almost grotesque, sitting beneath your kitchen window, doing little to alleviate your worry. He basks in your concern, in your blatant, overwhelming love, and he decides that tomorrow he'll reward you for it.

Ghostbur's knock is insistent and loud, and when you open the door, he's all over you, wrapping you up in a hug, holding you tight, apologising for being away.

"I never want to be far from you," he holds your face in his hands, speaking truer words than you realise.

"You don't have to be," you speak without really thinking, hands gentle on his, expression so open and wanting. You don't correct yourself, logistic thoughts far from your mind as you offer a space in your life, in your home, freely. There's something thrilling about the idea of being gifted a front row seat to your life, a ticket to every conversation he'd had to listen to from the peripheries. But there was fear too, that the conversations would change if you knew he might always be listening, and how would he know you worried for him if you always knew where to find him? You wouldn't be moved to something so visceral as panic or tears with him just down the hall, or worse, you may take him for granted.

"I never will be," he angles your face to kiss your forehead, "if I need you I'll always know where to find you."

"You promise? You better mean that," your try to make your tone demanding and stern, but he's simply endeared by the interaction. After a moment, your voice drops to something hesitant, "and- and if I need you?" And you press your face into his hands, squishing your own cheeks with faint embarrassment.

"We both know your heart is made of sterner stuff, love," he laughs gentle, laughs fond, but your frown deepens.

"Don't laugh, I'm being honest here; I didn't do that enough before, and now-" you rest your hand against his cold one. You can't look him in the eyes. The words caught in your throat are so loudly unspoken. He kisses you in lui of a proper answer, selfish and tender, enough to placate your precious heart. With you all but melting in the moment, leaning into the kiss and wrapping your arms around him, he finds a familiar warmth, a familiar contentment building in him. Just as he found himself surprised and delighted each time he heard you enquire about him to someone else, finally getting to kiss you was it's own kindly of joy, it's own kind of security.

He's around more often after that, or well, to you its as if he's around more often. He still spends arguably too much time listening to you go about your afternoons, lamenting the ever growing roses beneath your kitchen window. But if the thorn-pricks are penance for his behaviour, he's willing to pay. His notebook has annotations, moments where what you say to his face differs to what he hears you say to others, and though you're actually more honest when it's just the two of you, he finds you fascinating in a way he's not yet willing to articulate.

Something about how you still ask your friends about him if it's been a few days since you've seen each other, it still means the world to him every time hears it, or the sentiment is passed along. At least at first.

"Can I ask you something?" Conversations between you and Philza were always a coin flip when it came to their content. Judging by Phil's carefully neutral tone, this conversation wasn't about to be one of the slice-of-life, small talk conversations.

"Always," you, cheerful to the point of being almost saccharine, answered.

"He asked you to the button, didn't he?"

The air in Ghostbur's lungs turns to ice in the few moments you spend deliberating on your answer.

"I just keep remembering you saying that you'd gotten lost, like you knew he'd be waiting," Phil continues as you remain quiet, "did you know...?"

"About what?" The words seem to almost catch in your throat, raw as you relive Wilbur's last moments alive.

"Wil, I guess," Phil admits after a moment, sounding a little helpless, "what he was going to do, why he- why you-"

"I had no idea what he was going to do," you sigh softly, "I knew he was going through some stuff but I didn't know how to ask, but I know I should have?" There was faint, honest regret in your voice as you thought back, "I was being selfish," you admitted, almost too quiet for Ghostbur to hear, but still he caught it, seemingly just as confused as Phil.

"I know you know, Phil," you said flatly when he asked for clarification, "I know because you make this face every time I ask about Ghostbur, like you pity me, like you think I'm not aware of what went on -" Ghostbur, sitting in your garden, feels ice cold fear slither down his spine, at least until you huff a deep sigh, "I just don't understand why you're so judgemental about it."

"It's stalking," after a long moment, Phil answered, sounding altogether exasperated by the situation, "you knew?!"

"I have decent situational awareness you know," you're clearly not thrilled by his continued judgement, "and I'm capable of pattern recognition -"

"How- you shouldn't be okay with that, he was getting obsessive," Phil implored.

"No, he- no he wasn't," but you sound flustered and flattered, and Ghostbur has no idea how to feel about this influx of information.

"That's why you showed up at the button when everything else was going to hell topside with Techno," there was notes of horror amid Phil's sudden realisation, but you didn't seem to pay it much mind.

"What do you want me to say, Phil?"

"Something rational," Phil groaned, half muffled like his face was in his hands, "something like you weren't actively aware and okay with my son stalking you as his mental health spiralled before he blew up his nation."

"He watched out for me, over everyone," your voice was warm and fond, "despite what he was going through, despite how the world he'd helped build turned hostile around him, and he asked for so little in return. Of course I showed up for him," you said, tone honest and level.

"Is he listening now?" Phil asks, and if Ghostbur had a pulse it would be spiking about now. There is a very long silence that follows, punctuated only by soft footsteps, followed by the sound of your sink turning on for a few brief moments. Looking up, Ghostbur's just waiting, adrenaline building, prepared to see either yourself or Phil peering out the window to see him.

But neither of you do.

"There's a part of my garden where nothing seems to grow," you said instead of a straightforward answer, "and I stopped trying, stopped being sad about it once I realised why, but then the situation changed," and Phil is quiet; perhaps he's confused, but you're still standing by your sink, judging by the volume of your voice, "I thought the spot would be perfect for roses, and for a while it was," tone warm and nonchalant. In this moment, Phil is not your intended audience, "but something keeps destroying my roses," you mused, smile clear in your voice, "but I'd rather have whatever's destroying them feel welcome in my garden."

Phil leaves shortly thereafter, thoroughly exhausted by you and your continued, mutual obsession with his now-dead son.

When Ghostbur finally finds it in his to stand, what feels like an hour later, he knows he has to actually speak to you. When you open the door to him, you're smiling so fondly, like you had been waiting for him.

"You heard?"

He doesn't quite know how to answer, so he just follows you inside.

"I love you," he says faintly, sitting at your kitchen table, looking at the window he'd just been sitting beneath, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise," you, warm and far more knowing than he'd given you credit for, set a drink down in front of him; you had been waiting for him, "I love you too," you lean in and kiss him oftly, before pulling back with a grin, "why do you think that window's always open?"

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theghostofblackbunnymask · 3 years ago

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yandere ghostbur? thats it. that’s the ask /lh

Author's note- A yes, our favorite loveable ghost

Author's note- Sorry this one is kinda short, I don't think much about very soft yandere and mostly abusive ones (Like Schlatt and Dream)

Warnings- Guilt Tripping, Manipulation, Being Locked in rooms, and Starvation

Yandere Ghostbur Headcanons

Mate, this man is the softest yandere in all of the land.

You two met before Ghostbur even existed.

You and Wilbur were good friends and Ghostbur remembers you because he has lots of memories of you.

Ghostbur would be very kind, and not going to lie here, your relationship won't even look like a yandere relationship at first glance.

Key words are "At First Glance."

Ghostbur is unbelievably clingy, and he may be naive, but there's a difference between naive and plain old stupid.

Ghostbur wouldn't kidnap you, but he will guilt trip you into staying with him and Friend.

When Ghostbur punishes you, it's most likely locking you in a room for a few days, or if you were really bad then for a few weeks.

If you were to escape, Ghostbur would be crying for days and weeks on end. Tommy would get sick and tired of Ghostbur's crying that he would literally beg you to go back.

Once you hit Stockholm, your relationship would not even be yandere anymore. Ghostbur is still clingy, but it's not as bad. You have complete freedom and you can do what you please, as long as you don't leave or cheat on him he will let you do what you want.

Ghostbur has you take Friend on walks, it's really calming and you guys have fun bonding.

Ghostbur also forgets to feed you sometimes because he forgets people need to eat.

So overall, Ghostbur is literally the best yandere in the land.

#yandere mcyt #yandere dream smp #yandere dream #myct x reader #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #ghostbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #Yandere Ghostbur #yandere wilbur soot #dsmp x reader

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

{Anything and everything Character!Wilbur Soot and Empires SMP is welcome here}

My Blog Rules (please read)

Request Page (rules included)

Search Tags Announcement

My AU List w/ explanations

Spooky Season Announcement of 2022

Favorite Dream SMP Quotes: S.B.I

🎼Front Lines of L'manberg🎼

The Front Lines of L'manberg Part 1

The Front Lines of L'manberg Part 2

The Front Lines of L'manberg Part 3 (WARNING: Not my best work)

The Front Lines of L'manberg Part 4

💙💀Ghostbur Content💀💙

"I Remember You"

"Why Haven't We Done This Before?" 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

The Lovely Corpse Bride

"Dancing With Your Ghost"

"I think I died for you" (REQUESTED)

“I think I’m Alive For You” (Part 2 for above ft. Revivebur)

👻Phantombur Things👻

A Fall From Grace

A Fall From Grace: Phantombur's Fall

Phantombur HC's Part 1

Phantombur x Reader Interactions (REQUESTED)

🔪Yandere!Wilbur Items🔪

"Welcome Back Darling"

"I won't be far to Follow" (REQUESTED)

😴Sleepy Bois Incorporated😴

"Godsend" Context Piece

"Godsend" Part I

"Godsend" Part II

Butterfly Reign “I Renounce You” Fanpiece Part 1

(Only posting Part 1 here, the chapters are at the end of each part)

😍Simpbur Section😍

"I'll Make You Mine" 18+ MINORS DNI

"I See Red"

All Bark No Bite Part 1 (REQUESTED)

All Bark No Bite Part 2 (REQUESTED)

Ice Skating With The Simpbur (REQUESTED)

C!Wilbur Soot Samples

Rejection HC's

DSMP Uniform HC's

Regular HC's

Say My Name HC's

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dodo-begone · 4 years ago

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Beware the Beast

Pairing: Yandere!Philza x Reader

Request: Maybe some yandere!philza headcanons? You don’t have to!

Word Count: 2k

Warning: yandere, swearing, talk about kidnapping, depression (kinda detailed on that aspect)

A/n: I accidentally turned this into a story- i really need to stop doing that. But I just couldn't resist! Also sorry if Phil is OOC. And this isn't proofread. We die like men here. Can be perceived as platonic or romantic.

This man has lived many years, lost so many loved ones. He’s getting tired of this cycle. It’s truly exhausting. You start to care about the world less. After a while, you start to see too many similarities in things, making it hard to look at. So he starts to close his heart to others. It’s just easier that way, for both parties. Saves him from the heartbreak and them from… well, him. He also stops caring for himself. After all, he’s literally immortal. Nothing can kill this man, so neglecting some self care routines every once in a while wouldn’t hurt…

But this becomes such a bad habit of his. He barely cares for himself after a while. It’s hard to find the energy when it isn’t going to matter in the end. Nothing matters anyways. Every action will always prove fruitless in the end. So what’s the point in doing something so... small if it takes this much energy? If a past version of himself saw Phil now, they’d be disgusted. Telling him to just get up and care for himself. Come on, you’re immortal. Nothing can kill you. Just do this.

He’s a mess when you two meet. His platinum-blonde hair was mostly neat, a little shaggy. It was obvious that he just got himself cleaned up a bit. One can only do so much about deep eyebags, dull hair, and lifeless eyes on such short notice.

You were introduced to him through Ghostbur. Phil was overjoyed that Ghostbur was making more friends. Though much less pleased when Ghostbur insisted that he’d bring his new friend over to meet Phil. Oh come on Phil, you’d just love them. They’re so nice! What tortured Philza more than his first interaction with you? His conversations with Ghostbur about you. He’d just prattle on about things you and him did, about how much fun you two had and how nice you were. Always nice.

And you were nice, an absolute sweetheart. But much too perky for Philza’s liking. You two had been chatting for quite a while when Ghostbur silently leaves you two together. Well, you’re chatting. Phil is just listening to you, hoping that you’d leave at any moment. Some topics were brought up; they were mostly some small icebreakers to get acquainted more.

When your past was brought up, you’d always paint this fucking picture-perfect past. So peaceful. God, the envy he had of you, of the peace you experienced in your life- He felt bad for it, honestly, he did. But he just wished he could’ve had even a fraction of the prosperity you spoke about. For someone living in the DSMP, you had a relatively easy and steady life. No war, no major or sudden loss or anything of that sort. A perfect life.

After that, you just kept coming back. Why? Why are you coming back? Are you here to taunt him for the life he lived? For the life he’ll never have? Is some god sending you as a punishment? A living example of everything he gave up, had to leave behind. That’s what he believed, anyways.

That was far from your intentions. You saw how he was in your first meeting; jumpy yet dissociating from reality. An oppressive, glum aura seemed to just emanate him. So downtrodden and dead inside, yet so obviously alive on the outside. It hurt to see him like that, as you went through something similar. You had no idea how long he’d been like that, but you decided that you’d help him in any way that you could.

You tried to make it a daily thing. Everyday you’d go to Phil’s house around midday to afternoon. You two would talk for a bit, but you’d couldn’t help sprinkling your questions in. Have you eaten yet, mr. Philza? Have you had water today, mr. Philza? Have you preened your feathers, mr. Philza? Have you bathed today, mr. Philza?

Your questions irked Phil. Everyday, without fail, you’d come and talk to him. It’d be small talk at first; what the weather was up to that day, some light politics, Tubbo’s new adopted son. Small. Yet you’d always bring up his self care. He was a fcking grown man. He could take care of himself. What’s worse? You’d pester him to care for himself in that instant if he even showed a small sign of negligence. And you’d stay the entire time, making sure he did everything. And then you’d always add “mr. Philza” on the end. It was a sign of respect, yet it upset him so much. But he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was.

Though it was annoying, it got him in the habit of caring for himself. It was only to stop your pesting! That’s the reasoning. The only reason. It wasn’t because you’re congratulating and giving him treats when he remembered to care for himself. Or you petting his wings… Those were only bonuses! He swears!

It becomes more steady as time goes on; you go and visit Phil, you talk with Phil and see if he’s caring for himself, and if he was, you’d reveal a delicious treat from within your enderchest. You two would talk while munching on the food, having fun sharing what your pasts were like. Well, more like yours. Phil didn’t really talk about his.

But he still seems so cold, disinterested. Even with how long you’ve been going over for. Like he’s only listening to what you’re telling him. If he’s even listening. And seeing how he interacted with others like Techno and Ranboo, it really disheartened you. He was so much more lively with them, more natural. Loud laughing and silly little antics. It only took a few small, insignificant depression episodes for your self doubt to finally debilitate you. Though it only really affected your contact with Phil; he was a big insecurity of yours.

So you start to distance yourself. You were hurting and saw yourself as a bother to Philza. It would’ve been better if you just didn’t try to talk to him anymore. He’d be so much happier without you bugging him all the time. All of this sudden, open time gives you much more empty hours. There was nothing to do. So you did what you could; you went out to make or strengthen friendships. It was so nice. You never realized how everyone on the smp was so nice. Maybe they weren’t as bad as Phil was making them all out to be…

Philza was upset the first day you weren’t there. You were such a steady element of his day. You were like the very air he breathed; it was extremely hard to live without you. He never noticed before how much he needed you. Yes, he knew that he really enjoyed you, saw that you were a pillar, a constant in his life. He came to enjoy your visits, but hadn’t realized how dependent he became because of them. It was day three when Phil started to worry about you. Why hadn’t you come to talk with him, like usual? He’s taking care of himself, just for you, just like you kept insisting he do. And he made you some cake.

He knew he was acting odd, lovesick even. His love for you was toxic, extremely so. It wasn’t healthy, yet he couldn’t care less anymore. You were like his nicotine to a smoker; he couldn't live without you being in his life. His everyday life. So after some debating, he finally went out to look for you.

Traversing the nether wasn’t too bad, but still a tedious walk. He was stuck in his mind the entire trip there, wondering where you could be and what you could be doing. Maybe you got caught up in making something. A redstone project? That’d be pretty cool. Or maybe moving? No, if you were, you’d have told him. But that didn’t stop him from speeding up just a wee bit. Just to make sure you were actually still on the smp.

His mind was racing, thinking of any possibility of what you were doing. And his mind eventually hit something that absolutely terrified him; you could be sick, injured, or dying. It felt like the world just fucking stopped. This was a sudden loss of contact and you still hadn’t come to talk with him. So that… that means there’s a high probability of you being in danger.

He ran the rest of the way to the main part of the smp. When he came out of the portal, he frantically looked around for any sign of you. For your house. Then it hit him; he had no idea where you lived. You only mentioned it being cold where you lived, just like where he lived. So that most likely meant Snowchester. He started running toward the cold nation

On his way to Snowchester, he observed his surroundings. A little bit. He had to get to you, keep his eye on the prize. And he was glad that he looked around. There you were, on another part of the prime path.

He was overjoyed to see you, especially doing so well. Soon he came to a stop. Just floored by the fact you were there, in front of him. Frantically he tried to view you as best he could, looking for any sign of injury or illness.

Now he couldn’t come across as clingy or desperate. That wasn’t how you knew him. You know him as Philza; the kind but a mild social recluse. Not really going out to others unless he needed something or he was needed.

So he walked over to you, trying his best to look nonchalant. Like he wasn’t just desperately searching for you a moment ago. He called out to you and guess what happened? You started to walk away. He was stunned. Did you just ignore him? No, you must not have heard him. It was kinda windy out at the moment.

Logically he did the best option, following you. He had no clue where your destination could be. You were going to a different area of the smp than he had been. My how the smp changed since the destruction of L’manberg. He knew it changed, but it seemed so much bigger than what you described.

He didn’t exactly pay attention to where you were indirectly leading him. That was until a flash of movement caught his attention. Snapping out of it, he looked to see what could’ve been going on. Who could’ve been there. And what he saw before him was a terrible sight.

Quackity stood by your side, animatedly chatting with you. Phil was confused as to why you were talking to Quackity of all people. You two recently talked about how Quackity was problematic and arrogant. If you knew that, then why were you talking to him?

Awkwardly he watched you. Not within earshot, but where he could keep an eye on you and Quackity. And Quackity was looking at Phil too. His eyes spoke volumes; Quackity wasn’t pleased that Phil was there. Boy was that sentiment shared. It was tense between the two, yet you still seemed oblivious to what was going on.

Then Quackity said something, putting his hand on your shoulder and leading you somewhere else. But gave one last look at Phil, one that just spoke “fuck off”. Phil wished he could’ve told Quackity the same. To get him away for you.

Quackity’s action sparked a thought in him. A reason as to why you hadn’t come to talk to Phil; Quackity must’ve kidnapped you! Yes, that’s why you hadn’t come. It makes so much sense. Quackity knows you and most likely knows you talk to Phil.

With how easily you tell Phil of the people you’re talking to, he doubts that the behavior would just change. But that’s what must’ve gotten you in so much trouble; you were too trusting, too kind-hearted. You gave Quackity a chance and he was stealing you away, imprisoning you. You needn’t worry dear, he’ll rescue you from that foul man.

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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Your so great at writing omg- so could you do a part two of the yandere techno and philza?

And other idea for a different request!

Maybe ghostbur? 👀 With florist reader? And someone burned down there shop so they are very upset so ghostbur comforts them and helps build then a new one?

Again please take as long as you need.

- Your beloved Moosh ( platonically! :3)

Moosh, darling! Hello! How are you doing today? Part two of the yandere Tech and Phil chapter is up! Thank you for your requests, your ideas are just chefs kiss!

This is a tad bit short. I really really have to get out of the habit of writing 10k+ stories, because then I have no energy to write the other requests that have been waiting for a while <3

Also. This turned out to be angstier than I had hoped...

TW: Depression, emotion repression, large mentions of past Wilbur x Reader

Dead Blue Flowers (C!Ghostbur x GN!Depressed!Reader)

How...? How did this happen?

You tried so hard to remain neutral in this war, even going as far as to avoid telling people your opinions on things. Wasn't raising your tax weekly back when Schlatt was in control enough?

You just gave people flowers, for god's sake! Why did they have to burn the shop to nothing but cinders?!

Standing in front of the charred frame of your shop that had once been your prized possession. Every dollar you had raised, every smile that appeared on the faces of people you gave flowers to... You remembered the genuine smile on Wilbur's face when he gave you this plot of land to build whatever store you wanted...

Now it was all ashes that slipped through the cracks between your fingers...

"(Y/n)?" An echoing and airy voice echoed through your ears and you glanced up slightly to see a pair of shoes levitating a few inches off the ground, "What happened to your shop- Oh, you're crying, here. Take some blue. Calm yourself."

Crying?

While the levitating figure dug around, trying to find this so-called blue, you rose your hands up and touched your cheeks to find them slightly damp. When you pulled your hands away, a small cold pouch of blue dye was carefully placed in your hands, causing a small shiver to crawl down your spine, "Thanks, Bur..." You whispered softly, trying to smile to calm him down, but you just found your eyes welling up with more tears, so you put your head down in an attempt to hide them from your ghost friend.

"Did it not work? Perhaps that blue was broken..." Ghostbur reached into his small bag with his dye-stained fingers, digging around for a pouch of dye that wasn't 'broken'. You could feel a faint bit of panic in his voice as he mumbled about how blue always worked for him, so he didn't know why it wasn't working for you.

"No, Bur... It's just... I don't know what to do. My shop is gone. It was my pride and joy. Now I don't have anything left..." You murmured, holding the, now two, dye-filled packages in your cupped hands, "Even the cornflower seeds I used to make the blue flowers I gave you... They're nothing now... His mem- I'm nothing now..."

Ghostbur was panicking and the blue clutched in his hands was evident of that, "No, no! Don't say things like that! Come, come-" He gave a few coughs, his negative emotions seeming to affect him physically as well as emotionally.

You slowly pushed yourself up into a standing position, rubbing your eyes with your sleeves as your fingertips were tainted with dye. While you didn't feel much happier, despite Ghostbur's best efforts, you knew that emotionally he couldn't handle your sadness, "Thanks, Bur. I do feel much happier thanks to your blue. I'm gonna head home now." You gave him your best smile, watching as the sweater-wearing spirit studied your eyes to see if you were lying.

"Oh, okay!" The ghost perked up slightly, but his smile looked a tad bit hollow in your eyes. Guess you were in no place to judge, you did just give your best friend a smile to get him to stop panicking... Was this emotion suppression? Probably. Yeah. Ah well... As long as he's happy now. "I'm gonna go see Phil now, maybe you should come to visit sometime soon. He makes really good tea and biscuits."

"Yeah... I'll hop by his place sometime soon." You gave him the empty promise, knowing very well you didn't want anything to do with social interactions for quite a while until you found something else to put your time towards.

Over the next few days, Ghostbur would wait outside your house for you to come out and walk with you to your flower shop, but he then began to realize that you had nothing to walk to. Hell, you didn't have a reason to leave your house anymore... There was no point in coming outside. After standing under the awning above your front door for a few moments, he got an idea in his head, so he set off towards the house of Alivebur's father.

"Phiiiiiil?" He called softly, opening the front door to see the injured avian sitting in his chair in front of the fireplace, "Ah, Philza! Just the man I wanted to see!"

"Hey mate," The blond greeted softly, setting his cup of tea down on the table before getting up to properly interact with the ghost of his son, "What do ya' need from me?"

For a few seconds, hesitance filled Ghostbur's veins. He hadn't completely thought through this idea and didn't even know how you or Phil would react to it, "My ange- best friend, (Y/n)... Well, they were very very important to Alivebur, and I still have many happy memories of them... But they aren't happy now because someone burnt down their flower shop... They haven't left their house in a few days, and I'm getting a really bad feeling, Phil!" Despite the fact that a pouch of blue was tightly grasped in his hands, the ghost didn't seem to be feeling any calmer, ultimately chalking it up to the flowers he had made the dye out of must've been from a bad place.

Philza grabbed onto the ghost of his son, giving a faint hiss of pain at the icy buzz that attacked his palms, but ignored it and kept his hands on his son's shoulders. Or what was left of the son he killed, "Wil- Ghostbur. Calm down. I want you to go visit them and make sure they're still okay-"

"But I think they'll only be okay if their shop is built! I want to rebuild it for them!" Ghostbur whined softly, not exactly understanding why he felt so strongly towards you, "Alivebur really really cared about them, which means I care about them. And they're sad, even with the blue I gave them..."

Phil pursed his lips together, trying to keep quiet about exactly why Wilbur cared about you so much, "Okay, okay... I want you to go visit them and find the blueprints of their shop... If-If you can't, then I'm sure we can build something similar... Just please, make sure they're alive, eating and taking care of themselves..."

"Alive? Of course they're alive- right? right, Phil?" Ghostbur hiccuped slightly, bringing up his dye-stained fingers to his mouth in shock when the avian hesitated, "Phil?"

"Just, go check on them Wil... Please."

Without another word, the ghost hurried out the door and looked up at the rapidly darkening sky, as he floated towards the person his alive self adored so greatly. "(Y/n)... Why did Alivebur care for you so much? Why did he want you in his life so bad?" When the transparent male arrived at your door, he hurriedly pounded his fists on the door before pressing himself against it to hide under the awning as rain began to sprinkle down from the sky, "(Y/n)! Please, it's raining!" He cried, not wanting to melt.

There was a few seconds of silence before there was a rushing sound of footsteps coming from the inside of the house. Before the ghost could react, the door flew open, causing him to tumble onto the floor inside the house, "Bur! You should've checked the weather!"

He looked up at his saviour... And gave the softest smile he's ever worn. Even it had only been a few days, he began to realize just how much you meant to him as well, not just Alivebur. You were a guardian angel... A saviour from reality...

"Y-yeah, I know..." You murmured, trying to flatten down your unbrushed hair before shrinking away from your friend's gaze and into your oversized sweater that had once been Wilbur's, "I haven't really bothered to... Uhm... manage my appearance..."

"No worries, angel..." He blurted out, causing you to flinch as you stared at him. He didn't even know why he called you that to be completely honest, but he pushed himself off of your floor and dusted himself free of invisible dust, "Why haven't you been coming outside? I've been waiting outside for you every day... Phil was also worried about you losing a life in here alone!"

Pursing your lips together, you couldn't help but avoid the gaze of the ghost as you shut the door, "Sorry Bur, I've just been really tired..." You gave him a tired smile, but this time it didn't work on the poor ghost.

"I- I uhm... I know I'm forgetful, I know I'm an amnesiac, but I still feel this... I still feel things, and I try my best to make sure no one else feels it... But it's not working for helping you." He nervously grabbed onto a pouch of blue in his messenger bag, gritting his teeth together for a moment, "I figured out why that shop means so much to you... It's because it was a gift from Alivebur... Your lover... And now you feel like you have nothing left to hold his memory."

He watched as your eyes went wide and beginning to fill with tears before he went to his bag, going to grab some blue for you, but he paused upon seeing something else. A cornflower, one that never got turned into a dye, but it was withered and dead from being in the bag for so long, "Wil-Gho... Bur..." You hiccuped, trying to form words to create an apology, but your throat felt like it was tied in knots.

"That's also why you call me Bur... Because you don't want to accept that Aliv-... Wilbur... Is now a ghost..." He walked closer to you and put his hand on your arms, thankfully you were wearing a sweater to prevent frostbite from attacking your skin, "And that's okay! It's okay, (Y/n), you loved him... And he loved you, which means I love you... but I know you need time to cope with Al- Wilbur's... Death..." He carefully reached up and took your wrist, bringing your hand up into view so he could press the dead cold cornflower into your palm, "Until then, I'll stay by your side as your best friend..."

You slowly reached up and put your hand against his cheek, even though the contact burned your fingertips and he hardly felt solid... He was there... "Thank you... Ghostbur." You lowered your hand and smiled down at the dead flower in your palm.

"Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up! Me and Phil will help you rebuild your flower shop... When the rain lets up of course!"

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eonash · 3 years ago

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✗ request info

requests: closed

request count: 1

masterlist | tag list

list of characters

• tom cavanagh characters: timeless wells, harry wells, hr wells, sherloque wells, nash wells, eowells/eobard thawne (i will also write for og eobard/matt’s eo), all harrison wells (in one story), miles strasberg

• tv show characters: john constantine (LoT), gwyn davies (LoT), matt murdock (daredevil)

• video game characters: ghostbur/alivebur (dsmp), tracer/lena oxton (overwatch), dad!glamrock freddy (FNAF security breach)

• anime characters: misa amane (death note), lust (fullmetal alchemist 2003/brotherhood), olivier armstrong (fullmetal alchemist brotherhood), dad!professor turo (pokémon violet)

• (might update with more characters later on)

one shots

• i will write fluff, angst, maybe others. so far i have been able to write about 1k-2k words for a one shot. depending on the idea, it may be more.

headcanons

• i will write for any character (seen at the top of this post) or pairing (reader x character(s) OR character x character(s)).

• pairings may also include: straight, LGBTQ+ (and polyamorous relationships), etc., please keep requests SFW.

series stories

• i like to keep my series short. about 1-3 parts. if i can i will write more than that. it all depends on the request and what i have in mind for the idea. i will write fluff, angst, others i can’t think of at the moment. please do not ask for a certain number of parts!!

• i write for fem!reader (she/her pronouns) and i am able to provide gender neutral contents as well.

things i will not write

• nsfw/smut (i am absolutely not comfortable with writing this and i will not write it)

• yandere

• any type of abuse (verbal/physical)

• pregnancy or period (i can write parent!reader with a child and all that)

• might update if more come to mind

#requests #eonash

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sallysoot · 4 years ago

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୧ TAG & WORKS MASTERLIST ☆ ╮

welcome to my masterlist! | ( updated 06/30/2022 ) unless specified otherwise, all works have a gender neutral reader!

TAGLIST

bangin’ authors | bangin’ artists | memes asks | qna | my writing

MULTI-CHAPTER WORKS

invention of a legend. [ god!technoblade x reader ] - discontinued imagen de espejo. [ mirror AU / quackity x reader ] - discontinued a vessel of wasted potential. [ simpbur x reader ] - discontinued

ONESHOTS & FICLETS

to athena. [ technoblade x reader ] - second person, 1.4k ‘til the end of the line. [ sam x reader ] - second person, 0.8k amor eres tú, solo tú. [ technoblade x reader ] - techno pov, 0.5k daniel in the den. [ techno x reader ] - second person, 1.3k home is where the heart is. [ technoblade x reader ] - second person, 1.7k the lovers’ waltz. [ dream x fem!princess!reader ] - third person, 1.8k some songs are angry. [ technoblade x reader ] - second person, 0.7k trust me. [ yandere!schlatt x reader ] - schlatt pov, 0.4k alone and steady, wintry calm. [ wilbur x reader ] - second person, 0.7k tending to the wound. [ technoblade x reader ] - second person, 0.5k mythology buff. [ platonic!technoblade x reader ] - second person, 0.3k the wake. [ philza x reader ] - second person, 1.4k raindrops on roses. [ skeppy x bad x reader ] - second person, 0.5k sweetheart grip. [ wilbur x reader ] - second person, 0.8k a lesson in hubris. [ technoblade x reader ] - second person, 0.6k familiar stranger. [ technoblade x reader ] - second person, 1.5k heart for hearth. [ philza x reader ] - second person, 0.4k mwah! [ dream x reader ] - second person, 0.3k winter hospitality. [ technoblade x reader ] - techno pov, 1.3k it’s a conversation. [ jaeger pilot!philza x reader ] - second person, 3.3k you’re still stuck in my song. [ stalker!wilbur x reader ] - second person, 2.7k objective complete. [ jack manifold x reader ] - second person, 0.7k your eyes pull me under. [ wilbur x reader ] - second person, 0.5k

DRABBLES [ ALL 100 WORDS ]

it’s always you. [ techno x reader ] beyond the frightful weather. [ technoblade x reader ] getting to the point. [ technoblade x reader ] the last time. [ niki x reader ] five more minutes? [ schlatt x reader ] sweet things. [ quackity x reader ] a promise unbroken. [ technoblade x reader ] the boy with the flaxen hair. [ dream x reader ] first, never the last. [ dream x reader ] goodnight, stellaluna. [ father!phil x reader ] food & wine. [ phil x reader ] if the breeze won’t blow your way… [ quackity x reader ] something about us. [ dream x reader ] helping hand. [ technoblade x reader ] before the curtain falls. [ wilbur x reader ] one lifetime with you. [ technoblade x reader ] battle scars. [ technoblade x reader ] closing early. [ schlatt x male!reader ] prized. [ yandere!dreamXD x reader ] faithless. [ technoblade x cassandra!reader ] the eye of the beholder. [ phil x artist!reader ]

HEADCANONS

baking date [ niki x reader ] affectionate reader headcanons [ dream x reader ] yandere headcanons [ dream x reader ] yandere affection headcanons [ dream x reader ] poly headcanons [ dream x reader x technoblade ] platonic jealousy [ technoblade x reader ] yandere headcanons [ ghostbur x reader ] comfort headcanons [ quackity x reader ] wing headcanons [ quackity x reader ] crushin’ headcanons [ technoblade x reader ] yandere headcanons [ sapnap x reader ] yandere headcanons [ phil x reader ] yandere headcanons [ fundy x reader ] yandere headcanons [ schlatt x quackity x reader ] yandere headcanons [ sam x reader ] yandere headcanons [ technoblade x reader ] yandere headcanons [ multiple x ghost!reader ]

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amberdablade · 3 years ago

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🖤🤍~Ghostbur Yandere Alphabet~🤍🖤

It's crazy to look at my request list and see how many more alphabets I have to write..... (don't worry I'm not complaining lol alphabets are my favorite thing to write :D)

Requested by: cool beans

TW: Blood, obsessive behavior, stalking, abuse, isolation, starvation.

Affection: How does the yandere show their love and affection? How intense can it get?

Ghostbur is extremely over the top when it comes to cuddles and affection. It usually doesn't get very intense, he just wants you to know how much he loves you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He's one of those yanderes that doesn't like blood. But, he does still have a little bit of Alivebur in him, so if the person happened to do something bad to you, then he is willing to leave a bit of a mess.

Cruelty: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Definitely not. He would never physically harm you, he just can't. He may mentally hurt you on purpose, but that's about it.

Darling Dearest: Aside from abduction, would they ever do anything against their darling's will?

The worst he would do to you is isolate you and keep you away from everyone else.

Exposed: How much of their true self would they bare to their darling weather it be good or bad?

He bares his true, sweet self to you 24-7 :D

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? How would they react?

He would feel guilty for kidnapping you and would probably cry. Don't worry, he'll give Friend to you for a couple of days and complete freedom.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling escape?

To him, it is kind of a game. He finds it kind of fun protecting you and taking care of you. When you escape however, he does not enjoy it. But if he was being enitrely honest he has to admit that he does like the process of hunting you down and seeing that surprised look on your face once he's caught you.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

That one time where you yelled at him. It was the one time where he felt terribly hurt and that you deserved punishment. He didn't feed you for days and practically watched you as you starved to death. The last day you could've survived without food, he fed you, but it definitely taught you to pick your fights carefully with him.

Ideas: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He likes to daydream about you and him watching the sunset together with Friend by your side.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous if someone besides themself interacts with their darling? If so, how do they react?

Like Alivebur, he does in fact get jealous. He wants all your attention on him and not someone else. Usually he will react violently.

Kisses: How do they act around their darling?

Adorable and sweet. You wouldn't believe how sweet this man can be around you, just.... don't get on his bad side.

Love Letters: What ways did the yandere use to impress their darling before their abduction?

He didn't really try to impress you since you rarely ever saw him. He was always the one watching you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

In public, he pretty much acts the same as when he's around you. He can act a little overprotective at times though.

Naughty Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation and starvation are the only methods of punishment he could bare to do.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Like Alivebur, freedom and time to yourself.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Extremely patient. One of the most patient yanderes out there in my opinion.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, successfully escapes will they ever be able to move on?

Hey, if you where to die, then you'd still be stuck with him because you're a ghost too! If you where to escape, he'll just fine you and take you back home.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let them go?

He might begin to feel guilty if you don't stop trying to fight him and escape. And he might even let you go.... but don't get too excited. After a day or two he will decide that he made a terrible decsion and come find you again.

Stigma: What brought this side to them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

This is all the doing of what is left of Alivebur.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He would feel awful. Period. He might even start crying, which would make you feel bad since his tears burn him. Like I said before, he would give Friend to you for a couple of days and complete freedom to do whatever you want (and possibly an unlimited amount of blue <3).

Unique: Would they ever do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's really unpredictable. The moment you think you understand him, he'll do something that you couldn't have imagined him doing.

Vice: What weaknesses could their darling exploit in order to escape?

Cry, he'll cry , he'll give you Friend for a couple of days along with time to yourself... Perfect for setting an escape. One problem, he's a ghost and will be able to find you no matter where you are, so you'll be free but not for very long.

Witness: If someone where to recognize their darling (as missing, distressed, sad, etc), how would they react?

He would appear to be fine with it, but after you've left the scene, he'll deal with that person as quickly as possible.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling?

All the time, anytime possible.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He would never get tired of this "love game" as he likes to call it. And besides, he's a ghost! He's got until Revivebur comes eternity!

Zenith: Would they ever mentally break their darling?

Yes, if he thinks it's the right thing for you.~

For those of you who like to listen to playlists I find, here's a Ghostbur playlist I listened to while writing this!

Word Count: 1,047

#yandere ghostbur x reader #ghostbur #yandere #yandere alphabet #xreader #dsmp #dream smp #wilbur soot #wilbur #revivebur

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sardonic-the-writer · 3 years ago

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Think of the most innocent person on the Dsmp. Someone most probably trust and or have a good image of, and though maybe they're not entirely peaceful. They don't have many enemies, so most obviously don't consider them much of a threat. But... then imagine their s/o is running away from them and is trying to make people see and realize that this absolute ball of sunshine isn't what they seem to be. All the while trying to get away. Does anyone truly believe the s/o, or something else entirely?

This just screams Ghostbur.

I'm on board one hundred percent with the headcannon that Ghostbur was playing dumb throughout his entire existence just to manipulate everybody. It was so deliciously evil, so perfectly concealed that not even Dream himself figured it out.

So who's going to belive the incoherent ramblings of a disheveled adult, panting like a fearful dog while going on about how fucked up Ghostbur can be. Don't bother going to trusted members of the SMP either. Think Quackity's gonna help you? You should know by now that he dosent like liars. So get out of his office and stop wasting his time. I mean come on, Ghostbur? A creep? Quackity knows a scam when he sees one. The man does run a casino for XDs sake.

Philza will surely offer you shelter from the grayish blue menace that constantly looms over your mind and shoulder, right? But what do you mean Ghostbur caused that burn mark on your right hand! The poor guys doesn't even know how to strike a match, silly. Philza just sighs and flys away at your plea's, sorry that Ghostbur has to deal with these rumors being spread about him. Poor thing :(

Your best bet is with Tommy. Hope and pray that the traumatized, revived, and grumpy teen has a soft spot in his heart for you. Pray long and pray hard.

But to be fairly honest, there's a seventy to sixy five percent chance that Tommy will give you the benifit of the doubt. He of all people knows what it feels like to be manipulated and no one belive you, even if it is all in your head. (Which is most certainly not the case here what so ever.)

No matter how many pouty lips and offers of blue he gets from Ghosbur, it wont persuade the stony faced blonde to give away your cramped position in the chest behind him. Just try not to sneeze.

Let's say that Tommy dosent take pity on you though. Maybe he was having a particularly shitty day and you fell in the last thirty five percent of the spectrum. With a slammed door in your face and scowl burning into the back of your eyelids.

Ghostbur finds you within the mother fucking hour. His tear stained cheek ends up smooshed against your own as he asks in a scarily calm voice why you would ever DARE leave him. Don't you know that he'll fo anything it takes for you to be happy? To stay by his side??

Your furious screams of terror are casted upon blind eyes, their gazes skimming across your fate-decided figure like rocks skipping across a ponds surface.

After all, you should just have some blue :)

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #(y/n)#anon asks #yandere ghostbur x reader #ghostbur x reader #ghostbur #damn this was fun to write #nice ask man

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maddenleftchat · 3 years ago

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An idea I just had: forehead smooches for the yanderes (assuming that the taller ones were sitting/leaning forward/lying down when these happened)

I feel like Dream and Schlatt would be amused by it, since it’s such a small form of affection that you’re giving them

DreamXD, Techno and Wilbur would also be amused, but return the affection (with the voices now constantly demanding your affection)

Blob Dream and Ghostbur both letting out a small gasp/squeak before returning the forehead smooch, or as much as Blob Dream can do as a Blob. Probably just head rubs for him. But they will now surprise you with forehead smooches/head rubs if it looks like you’ve had a bad day. Thoughts?

- 👑

Oh boy! A lot of characters :) these are going to be more short and playfully. Not quite my normal head cannons.

Triggers: fluff, reader being mocked for their hight. Possessive behavior, and very mild like yandere behavior. This is safe to read for all.

Enjoy.

Dream

You giving Dream forehead kisses: He would be quite surprised, but happy. Dream would likely have to be either sitting/kneeling down for you to kiss his forehead. If not he’ll tease you by standing on his tippy toes to make himself taller, or he’ll just move out of the way. All while mocking your height (not everyone can be 6’2-or more Dream…)

Dream giving you forehead kisses: No matter where the kiss, it's going to drag on for longer than needed. So for forehead kisses, Dream will wrap an arm around your head to hold you in place while he gives an unneededly long forehead kiss. But he’ll also give you quick pecks randomly. The kisses can be a bit hard pressured sometimes.

Rating:7/10

DreamXD

You giving XD forehead kisses: it’s kinda hard, not gonna lie. But it is possible when he is sitting and working. And it's more like kissing the mask, but he still feels the pressure. XD will be very confused, and will ask what you just did, once you explain it he’ll go silent. He isn’t good with humans and their body language and affection language as a whole. You are as much of a learning experience to him, as he is you. So he will be very touched when you kiss his forehead for the first time.

XD givin you forehead kisses: Sometimes he will lift his mask to give you gentle and soft forehead kisses. But if he isn’t lifting the mask, then he’ll either copy the movement of a forehead kiss and put the bottom of the mask to your forehead and other times he’ll just do a forehead to forehead kinda thing.

Rating: 8/10

BlobDream

You giving Blob forehead kisses: It’s pretty easy to give Blob forehead kisses, when he isn’t moving around a bunch. But when you do kiss his forehead, all movements will stop. It’s like he is frozen in time. This only lasts for a few seconds when he starts to jump up and down at like mock 5. He will waddle and jump around squeaking from victory.

Blob giving you forehead kisses: well… he can’t, but, like XD, he will mock the movement and press his little smile to your forehead. Hopefully you don’t have a bad back, because you’ll have to bend over to let Blob give you forehead kisses. But he also will just nuzzle your cheek and hands.

Rating: 10/10

Wilbur

You giving WIlbur forehead kisses: Wilbur will be amused, but slightly confused of why you are doing this. But he has learned to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Wilbur will literally melt into your touch every time you give him or attempt to give him a forehead kiss. At times when he’s feeling cocky, he’ll make sure you have to use something to help you reach his forehead.

Wilbur giving you forehead kisses: Wilbur had been giving you forehead way before you started giving them to him. But Wilby is an aggressive yandere, so he isn't the most gentle all the time with stuff like this. In turn his forehead kisses will be forced onto you if needed. But the kisses themselves are harsh and just possessive.

Rating: 5/10

Ghostbur

You giving Ghostbur forehead kisses: He would be over the moon, but also a flustered mess. It would take a hot minute for Ghostbur to react and even process the sweet kiss. It is likely that you kissed his forehead while he was in the middle of talking. But when he does it he gets a hilarious expression. (Insert confused Deku face.) Ghostbur, like Wilbur, will melt into your touch with go puppy eyes.

Ghostbur giving you forehead kisses: Ghostbur will first ask you a million times if it's okay that he gives you a forehead kiss. But once you say the required yes a million times, he will give you forehead kisses very often, like when you're having a bad day or something. The kisses themselves are sweet, soft and gentle.

Rating: 10/10

Technoblade

You giving Techno forehead kisses: you will likely do this when he is reading to you. But Techno won’t freeze up like the others, no. He’ll just act like nothing happened and continue reading. Meanwhile deep down the man's heart is palpitating, and the voices are losing their shit. Some of the voices are angry-flustered and others are swooning and awning at how gentle you are. Techno will have a very light blush however.

Techno giving you forehead kisses: Techno’s main love language is physical touch, so after clearing it with you first, forehead kisses are pretty common. Most of the time it's his way of saying good morning and goodnight. It’s a good way to start and end the day with both of you. The kisses themselves are sweet, long, and meaningful.

Rating:9/10

Schlatt

You giving Schlatt forehead kisses: Yeah…no. This man will barely give you the chance. But if you somehow do give him one, he’ll freeze up for a moment. Schlatt would then slowly pull his gaze over to you and glare. He’s not happy on the outside, but he won't yell. He'll just tell you to leave him alone. But, deep down, he did appreciate it. That's if he’s not in a good mood. But if he is in more of a neutral mood/cocky, good mood. Schlatt will make sure you can’t reach his forehead and then mock you about your height. :(

Schlatt giving you forehead kisses: This never happens while you are awake. Schlatt doesn’t want to take the chance, so whenever you are sleeping, that's when he strikes. He’ll give you a fast kiss before getting his ram lookin’ ass out of there. The kisses themselves are actually soft and loving.

Rating: 6/10

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