My Perfect Blue 💙🤍

Official side blog for the OC x Canon ship of Ghostbur and Mallory, also known as BlueBread (Disclaimer: this ship is purely just for fun, please don't send harassment) Main blog: @officialroyalrat

[bluebread4eva]

"I don’t believe in the existence of angels. But looking at you, I wonder if that’s true~"

Late birthday gift for Ghostbur 💙

(November 18, 2025)

[clandestine-gayety]

[bluebread4eva]

When your ghost bf is so sickly sweet you want to cry and vomit /pos 🧁🍭

[Credit to @swirlseypop for the original art and prompt]

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mmmgh~omg~uuaghhh

💖💞💗

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Brand new character lineup & redesigns 👻

(July 8, 2026)

[skretri]

ghosty!:3

[apollobur]

VERY SHORT GHOSTBUR FIC [fluff]

You sat outside of your house, on the stairs leading to the door, simply watching the raindrops fall and hit the muddy gound. Sighing, you were feeling really upset.

You didn't want to go into details but something happened with your friend earlier today and now you both refused to talk to each other.

The cold evening wind causing you to sniffle and shiver slightly.

As you were about to get up and go back inside, you heard a familiar deep mellow voice coming from behind you.

"Hey. Are you alright?" It was ghostbur. You flinched slightly at his unexpected presence but immediately relaxed as you saw him.

"Uhm. Yeah i just feel a bit shitty today, y'know?"

"Mhh i see." He floated a bit closer to you. "Don't worry, Darling." He said sofly as he gently grabbed you cheek. "You're gonna be okay."

[bluebread4eva]

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Casual-Wear Lineups

(April 2, 2026)

[bluebread4eva]

Official Ghostbur x Mallory Playlist (BlueBread)

Official Ghostbur x Mallory Playlist (BlueBread)

[wrenthewriterishere]

You may not have been the only one who had remembered that request with the "cocaine baby" (yes—that nickname is fun to think about now) and it seems we could've been reading similar content on Ao3 if not here on Tumblr.

Alrighty—Been thinking about a follow-up with the "cocaine baby" ghost (sorry- The nickname was just dumbfounding but not unwelcome and definitely unquestionable).

...

Pairing: Ghostbur and NB!Reader ("You" in POV).

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hopeful Ending.

Extra: On-again, off-again relationship (and mental health is important). Physical and emotional intimacy: Hugging, pet names/terms of endearments and (fore)head touching (as comfort). Card game(s); Go Fish + UNO. Pyjama Party. Supportive Ghostbur (who is also affectionately a boofhead).

"Let me stay this time."

And his insistence didn't topple over into a foil or drifted barren into the wintry air—He wanted to stay with them this time. He wanted to be there for them.

Winter is now passing into Spring. There were still upturns and downturns but never another fickleness or permanent break-up and separation. Not another unpredictable tension like before.

And today was going to be one of the "good days" for the reader thanks to the steady support from their now-boyfriend.

Title: Let Me Stay This Time Pairing: Ghostbur x NB!Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hopeful Ending Warnings: Mental health themes, hurt/comfort dynamics, affectionate Ghostbur Summary: It’s been a long, uneven road. But today is a good day. He stayed.

You weren’t even sure who first called him cocaine baby. It had been a half-joke, a Tumblr tag probably, or something from a fever-dream Ao3 fic that hit too close to home. The nickname had stuck in the back of your head, ridiculous and a little bit haunting—like him.

Ghostbur.

The blue-tinged ghost with a too-soft smile and too-fractured memories, who drifted in and out of your life like fog. Who used to vanish with the wind and your heart in his hand. But not anymore.

“Let me stay this time.”

He’d said it in winter, arms wrapped around you like a child clutching a snow-worn comforter. You remember his voice—fragile, but full of weight. For once, he wasn’t fading.

And he didn’t.

Spring seeped through the cracks of your windows now, green pressing against glass. Outside, the trees remembered how to blossom. Inside, your chest felt a little less heavy.

"Hey," Ghostbur said softly from the kitchen doorway, poking his head in, curls even messier than usual. "You awake enough for a duel to the death?"

You blinked up from your cocoon of blankets. "...Uno?"

He grinned. "Uno and Go Fish. A double feature. High stakes. Pajamas required."

You snorted. “You’re already in pajamas.”

He held up the old yellow pair you'd once called ‘tragically beloved.’ “And so shall you be. It is the law.”

Fifteen minutes later, the two of you were cross-legged on the carpet, cards spread out between half-empty mugs of lukewarm tea and a bowl of peanut butter pretzels that he was definitely eating more of than playing with.

“Got any sevens?” he asked, eyes hopeful.

You narrowed your eyes. “You just asked for sevens.”

“Yeah, but what if the universe gave you one since then?”

“Go fish.”

He groaned dramatically, flopping backwards onto the floor like you’d shot him. You watched the ceiling with him in quiet. His hand, cool and ghost-fuzzy, found yours without asking.

“I know we’ve had... up and down days,” he said after a moment, “but I think we’re doing okay. Right?”

You swallowed past the sudden lump in your throat. “We are.”

His voice was softer then, a whisper meant only for you. “I don’t want to leave. Not like before. Not ever, if I can help it.”

Your hand gripped his a little tighter.

He sat up and leaned in, touching his forehead to yours, like grounding himself to this moment—to you. His breath was cool, but his presence warm. Alive, even if not quite living.

“You’re my favorite person,” he murmured, like a confession. “Even when your Uno strategy is aggressive and slightly cruel.”

You laughed into the touch. “You played a Draw Four on me five times in a row.”

“And I regret it immensely,” he said solemnly. “You are my beloved, and I must suffer the consequences.”

“Damn right.”

The night stretched on, soft and kind. No sharp edges. No running. No heartbreak.

Just you, and the ghost who stayed.

A good day.

And maybe—just maybe—more good days to come.

[lvyu]

frosting; ghostbur x reader

ask; s. the friendly, local ghost has a fun chat with you about frosting colours.

he’d never seen you before, not anywhere around l’manburg at least. fundy told him that you were new, and apparently quite nice. but nice with fundy could range anywhere from ‘won’t hurt a fly’ to ‘unwilling to commit mass murder’ he soon learned.

most people were still so apprehensive when meeting him, whether it was his appearance or the fact that he was a ghost, or maybe both, wasn’t his to know. but he found joy in the fact that to you, he’d be a new face. 

before he could find you himself, you stumbled into him one morning carrying a bag of baked goods. apparently you’d been practicing cooking and baking for a few months now, as you had recently taken an interest in it.

fundy wasn’t lying, you were quite nice, even inviting him on your short trip back to your home. a younger boy mentioned a wandering ghost to you when you first arrived and it had piqued your curiosity.

surprisingly, he turned out to be much more kinder than you anticipated. kindness isn’t exactly the first thing you think of when someone says there’s a ghost.

since then you had a mini ritual of every weekend trying a new recipe in your book, one week you would choose one and the next ghostbur would choose one.

though he couldn’t eat what you made, he enjoyed trying new things out, plus it gave him the opportunity to spend some time with you. 

“here, bur,” you tossed an egg towards ghostbur that lucikly he caught just in time. “you can break the egg, ‘k? i’ll get the tray.” 

he suggested making cupcakes today, a simple bake but one he absolutely adored ever since you told him how well they had turned out for you last time. and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of the idea of decorating his own cupcake.

“hey do you think we can could make some blue frosting? i think that’d be rather neat.” he said, throwing the egg shells in the nearby can.

you hummed in agreement. “’course, i probably have some candied flowers too, might be a blue one in there.” bur smiled and passed you the bowl, mumbling something to himself. (”stirring that must take ages…”)

“you really like that colour, don’t you? must be your favorite then, yeah?” 

“mm, you could say that,” he nodded, hopping up on the counter. “i think red’s nice too, you could colour your frosting that! red and blue go well together, i think.”

bur outstretched his hands, a silent offer to finish the stirring for you. he thanked you and swayed his legs back and forth, rambling about how he couldn’t really decide which was better, despite popular belief he only liked blue.

“we could make a purple cupcake— purple frosting, yeah?” you suggested. “because… well red plus blue make purple, you know? also i think purple’s a pretty colour, seems like—”

“i like that! that’s cool!” he interrupted, dropping the bowl on the counter. “i can grab the things for the colouring if you want! i think i know where they are— in the cupboard…?” he trailed off, waiting for confirmation.

you nodded, smiling a little his excitement. “…in the cupboard.”

[someone-1someon]

Testing the new brush

Also: mini Friend

[tiny-critter-fool]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GHOSTBUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

quick silly bonus doodle :)

[lvyu]

frosting; ghostbur x reader

ask; s. the friendly, local ghost has a fun chat with you about frosting colours.

he’d never seen you before, not anywhere around l’manburg at least. fundy told him that you were new, and apparently quite nice. but nice with fundy could range anywhere from ‘won’t hurt a fly’ to ‘unwilling to commit mass murder’ he soon learned.

most people were still so apprehensive when meeting him, whether it was his appearance or the fact that he was a ghost, or maybe both, wasn’t his to know. but he found joy in the fact that to you, he’d be a new face. 

before he could find you himself, you stumbled into him one morning carrying a bag of baked goods. apparently you’d been practicing cooking and baking for a few months now, as you had recently taken an interest in it.

fundy wasn’t lying, you were quite nice, even inviting him on your short trip back to your home. a younger boy mentioned a wandering ghost to you when you first arrived and it had piqued your curiosity.

surprisingly, he turned out to be much more kinder than you anticipated. kindness isn’t exactly the first thing you think of when someone says there’s a ghost.

since then you had a mini ritual of every weekend trying a new recipe in your book, one week you would choose one and the next ghostbur would choose one.

though he couldn’t eat what you made, he enjoyed trying new things out, plus it gave him the opportunity to spend some time with you. 

“here, bur,” you tossed an egg towards ghostbur that lucikly he caught just in time. “you can break the egg, ‘k? i’ll get the tray.” 

he suggested making cupcakes today, a simple bake but one he absolutely adored ever since you told him how well they had turned out for you last time. and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of the idea of decorating his own cupcake.

“hey do you think we can could make some blue frosting? i think that’d be rather neat.” he said, throwing the egg shells in the nearby can.

you hummed in agreement. “’course, i probably have some candied flowers too, might be a blue one in there.” bur smiled and passed you the bowl, mumbling something to himself. (”stirring that must take ages…”)

“you really like that colour, don’t you? must be your favorite then, yeah?” 

“mm, you could say that,” he nodded, hopping up on the counter. “i think red’s nice too, you could colour your frosting that! red and blue go well together, i think.”

bur outstretched his hands, a silent offer to finish the stirring for you. he thanked you and swayed his legs back and forth, rambling about how he couldn’t really decide which was better, despite popular belief he only liked blue.

“we could make a purple cupcake— purple frosting, yeah?” you suggested. “because… well red plus blue make purple, you know? also i think purple’s a pretty colour, seems like—”

“i like that! that’s cool!” he interrupted, dropping the bowl on the counter. “i can grab the things for the colouring if you want! i think i know where they are— in the cupboard…?” he trailed off, waiting for confirmation.

you nodded, smiling a little his excitement. “…in the cupboard.”

[lillyspeakz]

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This is romantic- I’m sorry but this is lowkey inspired by my character in my dsmp Dr so!

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Walking on the prime path, you overheard a conversation in the distance, perking up as you hopped down from the path to see who it was. As you got closer you made out who the voices were, Tom and Wilbur.

Both you and Wil had the unfortunate event of dying together, you being impacted by the explosions of doomsday, lying on the ground as Wil held you. He cried and yelled that this wasn’t how it was supposed to go but it did, you were too close and he got you in his crossfire. Right as you finally blacked out and sighed your last breath, Wil stood up and demanded for Phil to kill him, the man being hesitant yet killing his own son for the orders given.

You knew you were a ghost. You had gone to Tom and he stared at you with shock and hurt, shaking his head as you asked what was wrong. His answer didn’t surprise you as you sighed and sat down on the bench next to him, words seemingly too hard to get out at the moment. You were sad but you didn’t know why, only remembering what happened the day you died and nothing else besides happy moments.

The next day Wilbur arrived, joy flooded through system as he came into view, talking to Tom. He had a sheep beside him that he named friend, funny enough. Once Wil saw you, he let the lead go in his hand as he brought you into a hug.

You knew you had each other, from that day forward.

“Wilbur why can’t Phil take care of friend? I have things to do!” Tom complained as the Ghost in front of him held a pack, handing the lead over to Tommy.

“You always have stuff to do Tommy, just this once I promise!” Wilbur confirmed cheerfully as Tom groaned and pet friend as he rubbed against his leg.

“Where are you going?” You asked as you walked up to the boys, Tom now sat on the ground as Wil smiled lovingly up at you.

“Hello darling! I’m going to get more flowers and things for some food. No one really wants to talk to me for some reason, so I’ll do it by myself!” He said, determined to get things right and to do things independently like he used too.

“Can I come with?” You asked as you gripped his hand in yours, his blue tinted skin matching your pink tint. He smiled down at you as he nodded, dragging you along as he thanked Tommy again, earning a groan in response.

“Do you know why people hate me?” Wilbur asked as you both continued to walk, the pond letting off a breeze, making everything swag in its way.

The sentence made you frown, not knowing why he was asking you and hating the idea of people hating Wilbur. He was the sweetest person you knew! Well, now he is. Maybe he wasn’t before from what you’ve heard but you didn’t care. You had him beside you and that was enough.

“I don’t know. I wish I did, remember everything so I could know myself. But I don’t care right now. You’re you and I love you for it. You’re my Wil. My sunflower.” You said as you plucked a newly bloomed sunflower and handed it to the man, a blush making its way to his cold skin.

Placing it into his pack, Wilbur smiled at you as he brought your connected hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of your own as he continued to walk. The silence spoke words as the comfortable air filled in around you both. No words needed to be said, Wil humming filled the space as he tapped along to it.

As you both came up over the hill, you were met with rows and rows of flowers and plants and trees. It was beautiful. You let out a gasp as Wil smiled at you.

“Now you know where I go. So whenever I’m gone, you can come find me.” Wilbur whispered to you as you both walked and plucked different flowers. As you bundled up flowers in your hand, Wil was picking different kinds, weaving them together as he made a crown. Different colors of pastels and mattes tangled together to create a piece of art, and he was proud of it.

“Wil look how many pretty flo- what is that?” You asked as you saw him weave one more flower on and hold it up to you, your smile matching his.

“It’s a flower crown, I’m pretty sure. I remember making these for you all the time when we were alive. That’s how I remembered this place, I always was here. Either with you or myself.” Wil said bashfully as he placed the crown on your head and adjusted it so it sat comfortably. “You look so pretty darling, like always.” His cold hands came up to your face, equally as cold as his as you leaned into them.

“Hmm thank you, I appreciate it.” You said as you leaned up and placed a small kiss on his cheek, making him chuckle in delight as he rested his forehead on yours.

“I’ll make on for friend too, so you guys can match! If you continue to pick flowers, you can place them in my pack love. We’ll make bouquets later.” Wil said as he pecked your lips and went back to picking flowers as you skipped over to the tulips and started from there.