got clip studio for the 57th time but this time I watched a brush making video so I didn’t have to deal with the defaults and it went well! So here’s vampbur with blood poured on his head , he is flabbergasted
and you might be thinking “but wouldn’t that be super nice for him since vampires drink blood” and to that I say …stop pouring food on your head and eating , it’s disgusting.
btw I started making videos the… there’s one of a speedpaint of my new and first sona with text to speech! So it’s not boring!
thanks for sending this, i obviously love writing about any of them even those i haven't posted about before. this is a very long response and contains nsfw topics under the cut.
personally my favourite would be incelbur, because something about writing a character that is so obviously unappealing (sexist, angry, unhygienic, bitter, smelly, hateful) and yet putting him in a romantic and sexual context.
it's sort not just a reflection on the character but me as a writer and all of you as readers that despite him being, well, a bad guy. we still like him, not in an attempt or hope to imagine 'fixing' him but instead because something about being so anti a normal male love interest makes him exciting and fun.
i've also taken pride in the fact i've brought so man people into the dark side and simping for him as well, happy that is most likely my legacy as a wilbur soot fanfic writer.
other favourites would include ghostbur, phantombur, simpbur, revbur, studentbur and vampirebur. i haven't written much about these yet but enjoy reading what other people post.
ghostbur and phantombur are just adorable, i wish i could wrap them up in a blanket and keep them safe from the world. i know many people write ghostbur as almost asexual, but i see him as a giver. would have absolutely no desire to receive anything in return, but feeling your warmth and seeing your pleasure would make him feel almost alive. honestly, he wouldn't be that much of a good lover emotionally because he's so floaty and oblivious to your pain, but he would try.
phantombur is kind of more obscure and the content is limited, as it was the character from the originsmp which i don't think lasted very long and was after dreamsmp. however, that small amount of content is some of the best fics i've ever read. he is almost a mix between ghost and simp, he is utterly obsessed and devoted to reader but so insecure of his own monstrosity. scratches my monsterfucker/furry itch very well. plus a lot of creative options with him turning invisible and phasing. also did i mention claws, fangs and tail?
i've talked at length before about the difference between simpbur and incelbur, but i get that they are pretty similar. to be brief incel is from the first series of songs (nice guy balled, karen took the kids, i am very smart) who is full of hate and bitterness and simp is the egirl songs (the internet ruined me, in love with an egirl, your new boyfriend, softboy) and is full of love and obsession.
simp is basically the kind of guy who would clean your kitchen floor with his tongue if you asked him to, and he wouldn't complain, then ask if you wanted him to clean the bathroom too just so he'd have a reason to stay close to you. he is still pretty gross, livinjng off energy drinks and instant noodles, but his motivation to try is very attractive. man would spend hours between your thighs with his tongue, making you finish again and again until he's spilled onto the bedsheets before you've touched him. then he's apologising for finishing without permission, begging to have you sit on his face to he an apologise properly.
revbur is a classic, the man needs no introduction. after neglecting reader as pogbur and his memories of ghostbur are blurred he would be utterly devoted to you. he needs to prove to you and himself that he isn't a failure, that he isn't a mistake. he is a bit gross like incel, considering the whole being brought back from the dead thing, but carries himself with a confidence incel lacks. rev is also by far the roughest lover on this list, leaving bruises on your skin that he'll kiss softly the following morning as he apologises for going to far.
studentbur get's a lot of people confused because i do NOT mean teenbur, i am referring to the character from tommyinnit's 'we went back to school' skit from a few years ago. the one that's shy and a repressed christian? yeah, him. while similar to simp he actually has a sense of shame and the concept of corrupting that good boy is just.. perfection. i see him as being in university so around 18-21, so young but again clarifying not an actual child. have been wanting to write a fic where has been his neighbour for years and is a delinquent and when he decided to rebel from his parents she is there to guide him.
now vampirebur i think is somewhat controversial. he was popular before the allegations due to wilbur's own aesthetic and appearance, but after i'm sure a lot of writers are hesitant for fairly obvious reasons. personally, as someone who enjoys biting and being bitten and the fact he is an entirely fictional character i don't see a problem. easily the most confident bursona, bro is probably 200 years old and has his shit together- lots of money, big house, plenty of experience with his hands and tongue. i can't decide if he would be terrified of biting reader because he doesn't want to ruin her or accidently kill her, or if he would be so addicted to her flavour she's basically a human blood bag.
ok uh.. lots of words for a random ask lol. thanks for the question and giving me an excuse to yap lol.
so if you have any requests or questions, even for bursona's not mentioned here, please check out my request guidelines and send me something. i enjoy trying new things and figuring out what about each character connects with me, and sharing it all with our lovely community. c:
Vampire simpbur would be most pathetic loser ever I think maybe
-🍡 anon !! :3
OHH MY GOSH YES!! He would be so pathetic and cold all the time… he would just want you to hold him so he could feel warm… and probably some of your blood too
I love him sm :(
ALSOOOO sorry it’s late! I got busy with classes and other things… I’m working on all requests! I have a doc with all of them on it and I’ll do my best to post one at least once a week. :)
Thank you soso much to my friend honey-with-tea for helping me come up with ideas and inpso for my piece :)
Warnings: blood, biting
Pairing: vamp!wilbur x gn!reader
Pronouns: you/yours
*not proofread*
"Please, y/n…” Wilbur begs, following you around the dim flat like a lost puppy. Ever since he’d revealed to you that he was a vampire, (crazy, right?), he would not stop pestering you. “Just a taste!” He would whine, wanting nothing more than a taste of you. your blood would be like liquid rubies to him. Like a fine wine of the highest cost.
The juxtaposition between his height and his intimidating energy was pretty comedic. Standing at a solid 5’4 seemingly made him even more pathetic. He looked like he should be taller, right?
“No! I don’t know how many times I have to say it. I swear to god, Wilbur. I had a long day at work. Someone’s dog threw up on me after waking up from surgery.” You complain, hurrying to your room to change out of your work clothes, putting on a pair of comfy pajama pants and a t-shirt. You shut the door behind you, and Wilbur just whines behind it. “Seriously?” He groans and you can her him stomp away. You step out of your room, running your fingers through your hair. your room was the only place you could get privacy in your shared place.
Wilbur is immediately beside you again.
“You’re.. pathetic.” You mumble to him. He rolls his eyes yet still follows you. He figured that bothering you would be the only way to get you to say yes. You go to the kitchen to start your dinner, and while Wilbur can eat things other than blood, but nothing could satiate his hunger for it. you start up a pot of water, taking out the pasta and sauce, then grab some frozen meatballs from the freezer. It was a simple meal and you were too tired to make something complicated. As you stir in the pasta, you feel Wilbur creep up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. You freeze for a moment, but sigh loudly as you feel his breath on the side of your neck. He could practically hear the blood flowing through your veins. You shake your head.
“Wilbur.” You say sternly. “Don’t you dare bite me.” He listens to that much. Instead, he leans close and licks a stripe up your neck, stopping up by your ear. You shiver beneath his touch and turn your head.
“What? I listened.” He speaks in a low, snarky tone. You glance down to his mouth. his fangs. If he wasn’t a vampire that wanted to drain you of your life, maybe you’d be attracted to him. Maybe you already were, and just refused to believe it.
“You’re a pain.” “You love me.” You share a short exchange before it falls silent again. “Whatever.” You add before stirring the pasta, allowing it to boil. You cook the rest of your dinner and happily plate it, eager to dig in. You make a plate for Wilbur, just in case. You hear some light chuckles from Will before he turns to sit at the table.
Now, a few minutes later, you two sit silently at the table. You scroll through social media as you eat. Wilbur sort of pushes the food around on the plate and nibbles on a meatball, but his gaze is mostly on you.
He watches your neck, the way it moves when you swallow. The way your collarbones seemed so prominent and bite-able. He scratches at his hands, his nails scratching harshly along his skin to leave red marks. He was hungry, starving! He could barely contain it! He stares at you for a second before he stands up, the chair he sat in flies back and bangs against the wall.
“I’ll be back!” He shouts, hurrying to the bathroom. You watch him for a moment, then hesitantly turn back to your food. Suddenly, you’re not hungry. You dump the plate as well as Wilbur’s, since you know damn well he wouldn’t eat any of that. Meanwhile, Wilbur stares into the sink as his stomach cramps, he turns on the cold water and runs it over his pale hands, then splashes it over his face. He stands up and stares at himself. His hunger only increased. He would grow weaker if he continued to refuse to eat even mortal food. Would he have to resort to his vampiric tendencies and go out during the night, scouring the streets for any poor soul who happened to be alone and were weak and too nervous to fight back? Or, would you finally give in? It wasn't that hard! Was it? No! Wilbur groans. He shuts off the sink and takes a breath before slapping himself lightly to psych himself out. “Come on Wilbur. Be better, fuckin’ creep.” He mutters to himself before going back out to the living room, where you’re sat on the couch.
“Sorry! Had an emergency!” He smiles at you, but you only blink a few times out of confusion and stand up. “What happened…? You were fine five minutes ago.” “Oh! You know. Drank a lot of water today.” He lies, and you easily catch on. Curse you for paying such close attention to him. “You never drink water, you damn liar.” You cross your arms and shift your weight on your feet. Wilbur gulps, shaking his head. “I felt like it today.” “God you think I’m stupid.” You scoff with a disbelieving laugh. “What?? When did I ever say I thought you’re stupid?” Wilbur shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “You didn’t have to say it!” You retort, “You thinking your lie would work said enough.” You cross your arms over your chest and Wilbur puts his hands up in defense. “Okay, whatever. Sorry.” He mumbles. “It’s always sorry with you. Either sorry or, ‘can I please have some of your blood? Can I please have a taste? Just a bit?” Wilbur seems to shrink into himself and his face flushes, if that was even possible for him. Could vampires blush? “It’s pathetic and embarrassing! I don’t get it. Maybe the fact you—“ You pause and take a long breath.
“Wilbur.” You say after a long silence. There was only one way to get him to stop begging, and that was just to give him what he wanted. He looks up from his shameful slump and looks at you. “…yeah?” His voice is as small as his height. What a loser. “Shut the fuck up, and I’ll let you,, um, I’ll let you.. feed.” Wilbur’s eyes instantly light up. He nods rapidly and does his silly little hand-flaps he does when excited. “Yes! Really?? Oh, thank you!I’ll never ask again!!” He says, absolutely elated that you finally agreed. You take a deep breath and approach him, his eyes glimmering. “Just... don’t make it awkward.” You practically beg, not wanting it to be weird as he quite literally feeds of your blood. What am I saying,,, of course it would be weird! Your roommate would be just drinking your blood. “I’ll do my best,” He chuckles nervously and approaches you. “Are you sure this is okay?” He asks, nervously fidgeting with is hands. You shift your weight awkwardly on your feet before nodding. “As long as you leave me alone when you’re done.” “Of course.”
Another moment of awkward silence… it seemed like there were a lot of those lately.
“I…” he pauses, nervously tapping his fingers against your shirt. “Your wrist.” He says after a moment. “What?” You ask, tilting your head. “It— it’ll hurt less. And um, won’t be as much blood. Like, imagine just getting a blood sample at the doctor.” You could tell Wilbur was growing nervous. He never really expected you to say yes to… this. “Oh, right.” You whisper and nod, holding out your wrist. He grabs your arm and guides you to the couch, sitting you down, “Just incase you get.. dizzy.” He runs his thumb over the blue vein that ran along your arm, displaying the precious liquid he’s craved for so long.
His breathing picks up as he lifts your arm to his mouth. He shudders as he can feel the heat radiating off your body, and his mouth waters. He can’t take it anymore. You notice his grip tighten on your arm. “Go ahead.” You whisper after a second. Wilbur nods and then finds the perfect spot, the pulse of your wrist. He opens his mouth and without warning, sinks his fangs right into your vein. Making sure his teeth went deep enough to draw blood. You gasp at the pain, flinching slightly despite expecting it. Wilbur pulls his mouth away for a second and allows some of the blood to pool before sticking out his tongue and lapping up the blood, humming with contentment as he licks up each and every drop. You see the blood, the way it smears over his tongue and lips as he messily drinks it up. your breathing picks up, uneven. He slows down and looks up so his eyes meet yours. You two hold eye contact, Wilbur’s tongue slips out and slides along your skin, stopping the blood that beads up every time he pulls away. Your hand finds it was to his chin, light cupping it as he holds your forearm. “What’re you-“ he whispers, his face lifting from your arm so it was more level with yours. “I— I just..”you shake your head, not so sure what had taken over you. “Is this going to.. change me? You know… like..” You gesture to the bite marks on his neck that were poorly hidden with makeup, and he tilts his head. “Uh- um-“ he stutters out, shrugging. “I don’t know..” He whispers nervously. “I hope you do.” his voice is quiet. “Because I would love to spend the rest of time with you.”
Your eyes widen and your face seem to burn. The stinging in your wrist fades right before Will glances down at it once more. The blood was pooling, threatening to drip over your wrist and right onto the grey couch. You tilt his head back up to meet your gaze again. “You.. want to stay, with me?” Your voice is a bit shaky, head tilting. “Ye— yeah.” Wilbur’s gaze holds yours, he leans closer. And closer, and closer. “I don’t think I would want to spend my life with anyone else.” He adds. Just another inch, he thinks. You swallow the saliva filling your mouth, feeling slightly sick as the blood still spills from your wrist. You have no words for Will. Nothing to say in response to his sudden confession. Not that you had the chance to, because as soon as you went to speak, his lips collide with yours. You momentarily forget the feeling of blood running down toward your fingers as you feel his cold lips on yours. They’re cold, but soft. Softer than you expected. It’s slow at first but soon he scoots himself further, his lips part and his tongue hungrily presses to your lips. He’s practically begging to let him in. So, you do. You part your lips and are instantly met with the metallic taste of your own blood. Your hand moves from his chin to hold his cheek, your blood spreading across his face, in the shape of your hand. The kisses spread, his lips moving down your neck where he simply kisses your skin, but after a moment, his teeth graze your throat. his breath is hot and wet against your skin. You let out a quiet, choked sound at the feeling. Your stomach twists into knots and you can feel the emotions you’ve packed away rushing through your veins, almost at the same speed as your blood pumping through them.
“Do it,” you whisper, tilting your head back a bit. “Please..” You nearly beg, and he nods, smirking against your skin. It’s another second before you feel his fangs sink into your neck. he makes sure it’s higher up on your carotid artery so it bleeds less, hopeful you would turn, joining him in immortality. His teeth remain in your skin and your hands begin to tremble with the pain that’s followed by pleasure. Your eyes pinch shut tightly, ignoring the pain as best you can. He soon pulls away and sweetly licks away the blood before kissing the area.
You aren’t sure how long it’s been since the first bite, nor what time it was now. But Wilbur was fed and happy, so that’s what really mattered.
He comes back with a towel and glass of water for you, wiping up any of the left over blood that began to dry on your skin. You sip the water and lean back against the couch. As soon as he’s done, Wilbur sets down the towel and curls up next to you, looking up at you with loving eyes. “Thank you.” He whispers, running his fingers over the bite marks on your neck. “Hm?” You hum, looking over to him. “For.. letting me bite you and stuff.” You smile and nods, It wasn’t as big of a deal as you initially thought. “Anything to get you to stop whining.” You tease, and he just grins before rolling his eyes. “Whatever, you seemed to like it.” You couldn’t deny that so you remain silent. Wills arms snake around your waist and he pulls himself close to you. “You excited? Get to deal with me for all of eternity now.” He teases with an obnoxious kiss to the cheek. You nod.
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i feel like because he'd be a vampire and he's kinda dead but not (??) he'd be cold all the time, and i just imagine him in that one grey sweater with like oh god is it ronald reagan on it or something and like the american flag LMAO (i don't know what it is but i reeeeaaallly like seeing him in that sweater) but like he's all "i'm cold :(" and would jus beg to cuddle
like when he gets up and when you get up would be like complete opposite i feel? even if he can go out during the day, it just feels more natural for him to be nocturnal , like it's instinct. so he's probably up all night while you sleep, and then you're up all day while he sleeps
and maybe one night you can't sleep or you're having trouble falling asleep and he wakes up, has his "breakfast" or whatever, and then sees you still awake like "what are you doing???"
he'd either offer to keep you company while you stay up, or be willing to head right back to bed with you even if he just woke up just because it would help you sleep
maybe he makes you tea or hot chocolate or something nice and warm that you like
GOD i got carried away hkejhjhjkg but those are a few of my thoughts that have been locked away for soooo long
excuse any errors or if something doesn't make sense it's like midnight
dude- nico, I love you so much oml you are wonderful
he's so whiny about being cold!! and his hands are usually like ice so he'll sneak up on you from behind and put his hands on your back under your shirt only for you to practically scream at him. he thinks it's so funny!! it is not but- you'll give him cuddles if he pouts enough (and that he does)
while he's asleep and you're awake, you sneak little naps on him like- just go and lay on him and he'll wake up enough to register it, kiss your forehead before he passes out again. just- he immediately wraps his arms around you.
midnight (for you) breakfasts are just perfect. you'll wake up and sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and just whine at him while he giggles at you and kisses your face and like sits you on the counter while he cooks and sneaks you little bites of what he's making.
If he heads back to bed with you!!! immediately wrapping around you. like obviously he's the big spoon but occasionally he'll just whine at you to be the little spoon and so he just curls up while you wrap around him and shit- he loves it.
no no you did not get carried away oml- the happiness and joy I felt getting this in my inbox was immaculate- you are wonderful nico
Re-reading this vamp sbi fic and there’s a part where Wilbur is growling at phil while holding a little kid sized fledgling Tommy (in this fic Phil and will don’t know each other) so I drew it.
