#ghostbur death

[itsfurie]

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[mcmactictac]

POV: You’re bored. You think to yourself, huh I’ll go check and see what’s new in the dsmp community! You see people talking about ghostbur, and are automatically concerned. You hear people talking about Wilburs Reddit post. You know the type of ghostbur content Wilbur posts on Reddit. Is this something you want to go find? Yes. Yes it is. Foolishly, you go to check it. You think “it can’t be that bad! It can’t hurt that much! I mean he’s given us enough ghostbur pain!” It is. It is that bad. You read the sentence “This should have caused him to break even more but sadly Ghostbur is already as far numb as he can possibly be.” You gain 50 points of psychic damage. You go ha! A silver lining! It’s a lie. It’s not a silver lining. It’s just crimeboys angst wrapped in the illusion of peace and happiness. You are left with the parting sentence of “He repeats these little phrases for months until he forgets what they were.”

It is too early for this.

[yourfavouritetragedy]

Happy One Year to Ghostbur in Limbo!

Here's some angst! You/I/he are all ghostbur btw (also I love ghostbur and he's 100% real imo. but this is limbobur's POV)

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Welcome to life after death life after life after life after life after there is him and he is me and I am not him so that I do not have to be alone

He sits‎ ‎on the ground of the train station and rocks‎ ‎back and forth and clutches at his head and the small patch of Friend’s wool that he always keeps with him. Blue. Despair He had cried a whole sheep blue. and he had called it friendship

There is only grey a platform, dusty and damp an old ash pile, next to a bench a train that never never stops never stops never stops and the red highlights He knows no one is coming and you can’t ever leave so the train will roll by forever

this place was not meant for you; the walls scream at you but you don’t want to scream back this place is a trap made of love-hate-pain but all you need is despair loss & memory  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎reality Jubilee is not your Hell but Hell it still is (I wish    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I wasn’t‎     ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ here)

He is a fantasy of a memory of a dream He isn’t real He is real He is a doll and he is a useless husk and he is a shell of a person And he was alive and real and— and— he was n’t loved just a twice-dead ghoul that everyone forgot to love

You are the comfort of being sad and perhaps if you cry long enough you will melt into oblivion taking the pain away with you. His tears start clear, you know But he cries Blue

You are at the train station and you are all alone you are me and I am him and he will never come home / I am on the ground and he will not look up I make myself so small I hope I cannot be seen. / If he was never really a person then surely he cannot be dead? If he was empty, he couldn't be here‎  ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ?‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Jubilee

You are certain of one thing and it is this: Jubilee is everything (you’re not) and nothing and it will be your undoing.

Life after death and then death after life and still alive dead haunted

I'm just a ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎haunted ghost haunting a haunted place who is where who is you are dead / and death is Jubilee

ghostboy, ghostboy did anyone ever love you? or were you only ever used? ghostboy, ghostboy life was oh so cold to you you could never feel your toes you still can’t death  is as cold as life as you were always dead / ghostboy, ghostboy shadow   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎boy neverland    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎boy the little prince is ephemeral

And I am at the train station he is at the train station and the train will never come ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for him because ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎soon enough ‎ ‎ ‎ they will all    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎forget ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ him

The train thetrainthetrainthetrainthetrain It runs  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎and runs And he is‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎melting sinking The noise‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎never changes ‎‎it. ‎‎won’t. ‎‎stop. And he is sinking ‎   ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎melting dissipating ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎into the never-forever‎‎‎more

He is ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not (He isn't— ) You  haven’t seen ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the sun rise and I ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ haven’t   seen the stars (in so long  ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎or    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ever   ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎?) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  It is a     ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎train ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎station Lonely ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎   damp and cold And it is    not     empty But no     ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎-     ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎body is there ‎ ‎

[rain-anonymous]

It's mourning Ghostbur hours

[yourfavouritetragedy]

Okay here’s how the secret good 5th episode of ghostbur can still win—

[yourfavouritetragedy]

Original and Instagram cropped!

I never understood comfort characters until I met him </3 smh.