Just letting you guys know that unless a decision is made in the future, Burhouse is to remain on indefinite hiatus.
We want to thank you for everything, and I personally appreciate how kind you all have been on this blog.
This is the end of Burhouse, though if youâre lucky enough to see us or know who we are you may be lucky to hear more of the story, but publically it will come to and end.
I, Windows, would like to let you know you can get more bursona and sootbur content from my current main account @rgbheart. I have plenty of aus there, and more on the way.
Dialup wishes to remain anonymous for personal reasons, and if you do happen to know who they are it is encouraged to simply forget that you know. Please respect their wishes.
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There are many things to find here, but before you get to it, there are some important things you should know!
This blog is run by two people, Mod Windows & Mod Dial-up.
We'll not be involved in the overarching story told here, but we are the ones creating the art, stories, and answering asks. There will be more about us under 'read more'. Posts that involve us speaking will be tagged with #windowsstartup and #dialingin respectively.
The Burhouse is a simple concept. All of Wilbur's bursonas have for one reason or another found themselves within the same world/universe as our own, and in Wilbur's home! There are 19 of them, including Wilbur 'the streamer'.
For our own sake, and fun story reasons, each of these 'burs have their own nicknames/code names as well as back stories, and things that set them apart from others. Differing ages, looks, backgrounds, and dozens and dozens of headcanons. The basics will be covered under the 'read more'.
On that note, there will be a few ships included. Yes that means this is a sootbur blog, though not entirely centric around the ships. Don't like it, move on! We're just having fun here.
There is also platonic relationships, rivalry, and found family. The whole lot. There will be allusions to things that may be nsfw, so please be mindful. Everything will be tagged appropriately.
There are several 'burs, and they will be tagged if they appear in a post. Stuff like 'ghostbur' 'raftbur' 'mccbur' etc, etc. Though again, they do all have names, so please use the read more as reference about the basics of each one!
This is an askblog! Feel free to send asks about the burs, what they do, etc. They will be answered in character (unless the asks are for the mods).
Submissions are also open.
Depending, we may even draw or write things more for it!
Sometimes we make content that doesn't fit the timeline of the blog, or we make aus of this au. For that?
We have an archive of our own!
It's right here.
Please pay attention to the tags we use on fics, as some could potentially be 18+.
If you're interested in non-burhouse bursona & sootbur content, check out our other blog!
Sootblur!
About the Mods
Mod Windows - he/him, mod tag: #windowsstartup
Mod Dial-Up - xe/xem/xyrs, they/them, he/him, mod tag: #dialingin
About the 'Burs.
*all ages roughly mirror cc!wilbur's (25) unless specified. same with heights (6'6")
...somehow it did not click that we can request things.
LoveLetters post is fantastic, 10/10 gay people pog.
...might I ask for. Any variation of Gen getting kisses
Car Rides
Warnings: None
General and Ozy go pick up some food for the others.
Word Count : 1244
:-D of course! Sorry this took a lil bit :,P
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Rain poured down like tears at a mournerâs party, blanketing the streets and running cigarettes and trash down gutters. Britain was always in need of a cleaning, but General couldnât help but frown as he watched wrappers and plastics go with the dirt.
He drove the car slowly along old, rickety stone roads, cautious about not only the conditions but the food sitting comfortable in the back. Last thing any of them needed was for him to get in a car crash. Last thing Ozy needed would be to be in the passengerâs seat if that were to happen.
General had no idea why Ozy had insisted in tagging along on this errand, on coming with him to pick up dinner, but he always did seem to have trouble reading him. Maybe it was because Ozy was his future. Maybe it was just because he was a closed book. No, more than that, more than just a closed book.
Ozy was a bolted door, was an underground panic room for disasters guarded by obsidian walls, was the very center cell of a high security prison.
He was cagey.
He was an anxious wreck.
So many times already General had teased words from his lips, had soothed him, but they were still early in their relationship, anyone could tell. Often Ozy would get quiet around him, face flushed with some sort of emotion, some sort of turmoil. At those times, no matter what General said, no matter how he tried to help, Ozy wouldnât talk.
This was one of those times.
He had been quiet getting into the car, quiet as they drove through the rain, quiet when General told him that heâd be right back and gone into the store, and quiet when the engine started up again and they started to drive back home.
Silent as the grave, more hushed than a catâs step, so still that the pitter patter of rain sounded like bombs going off.
Maybe Ozy just wanted to be near him, maybe he was just bored inside, maybe he just wanted to see a little more of the city that was now technically their home.
General wished he would just tell him. He wished he was better at reading the room. Better at understanding what the future had to hold.
He turned onto their street, already scanning for an open parking spot, for a place to pull into at least decently close to the apartment. Thankfully, the spot they had been in before was still open. He wished he had the foresight to grab an umbrella earlier, so Ozy wouldnât get wet.
âSorry I canât get us closer.â General said as he turned the car off, hand moving to rub the back of his neck, a nervous tick. He could still feel where the skin there had been stretched, had been scarred. His inauguration.
Ozy said nothing, so after a moment, General simply slipped out of the car.
He buzzed with anxiety, all his nervous energy trapped under his skin, like he was a beehive, a building explosion. He wondered how it would find a way to escape him, the energy. Crying had been a common way for him to vent out his fear in the past. He didnât want to cry now.
Rain ran down the back of his neck, cold and searching. He shivered. His clothes were already hanging uncomfortably off of him, soaked. He turned his eyes to the sky, squinting and holding up a hand against the droplets as a sea of grey rolled above him. It was like a herd of sheep, like an ocean. He couldnât see where it started, much less where it ended.
It felt like ice was curling around his very being the longer he stood here, was curling under his clothes, was plucking at the hairs on his arms like fingers at a string. The sun was a forgotten memory, a well hidden one too.
There was the sound of a car door slamming, of feet sloshing through puddles, hurried, panicked maybe.
General turned quickly.
Lips and teeth clashed against his, and a sudden weight threatened to knock him to the ground, though more from the slippery sidewalk and surprise than strength.
Hands slipped under his shirt, pressing themselves to his shivering, wet skin. They were burning hot and General swore they were leaving marks as they held onto him, desperate.
His heartbeat was in his ears now and his stomach churned in excitement at the intimacy, even as his brain struggled to keep up, frozen in his skull as it was.
Ozyâs lips were far from soft, covered in little rips and tears from Soot, chapped from a profound lack of water and lip balm, but General couldnât get enough of him. He wanted to hold him forever, to pin him down against something soft, to leave kisses all over him, to tell him he loved him.
Ozyâs fingers found their way into Generalâs hair as his own hands settled on his hips. They desperately pulled the other closer, like magnets, slotting together perfectly as the rain tried to wash them away.
General thought his heart might explode from want, from a lack of air, but neither of them was willing to pull away.
It was General who finally had to though.
The air between them was hot, scorching even as General caught his breath, as he panted, as he struggled to process what just happened.
Rain ran down his scalp like a massage, contrasting against Ozyâs warm skin.
Ozy.
Ozy was cooling off now, the rain slowly getting to him too, leeching off of him. General almost pulled him closer, almost offered him his jacket as an umbrella, almost said to forget the food and run inside before they got any more wet. He looked almost frightened though, and General wasnât sure if he should be the one to speak up first, much less move.
Ozyâs lower lip trembled.
âSorry- I- I shouldnât have done that.â He mumbled, voice weak. Ozy pulled his hands away from Generalâs body, holding them awkwardly in front of himself. He didnât make any other move to put distance between them though. âShit- I shouldâve- Iâm so sorry I didnât mean to overstep- I didnât mean-â
âI love you.â General blurted, insides only squirming more as Ozy apologized.
âI love you so much. I want to wake up next to you. To hold you. To kiss you. I want you to talk to me. I want to make you happy.â
Ozy froze as the words poured out of General, his face practically glowing pink as his lips parted. No sound came out though.
âPlease just tell me how I can.â
Generalâs hands trailed themselves from Ozyâs hips to his face, cupping him gently, like he would explode into a million pieces if any pressure was applied. Ozy leaned heavily into the touch, eyes still wide in shock but lips pressing together, into a thin line. General could practically hear the gears in his mind clinking along.
They stood there for a while, 30 seconds, an hour, a minute, getting drenched, shivering in the cold. Ozy didnât pull away though, letting General hold him close, letting his hands roam his back, letting his words settle in.
âKiss me again. Please.â Ozy half mumbled, half begged, still feeling slightly warm even as the world was freezing over around them.
what are the explinations/reasons behind everyones nicknames? (talking about why they chose what they chose specifically)
This gets a lil long, so the entire list is under read more!
Basically, the names have some sort of loose tie to the source the bur comes from, or is related to them in some way. Thatâs how we chose them from an outside standpoint. It was us just having fun with names! In universe they all got them in kinda different ways though.
(Not going to tag all of them)
Wilbur - The Original
Heâs cc!Wilbur basically, so he gets to keep the name
Lmanbur - General
He led the revolution, and could be considered a general to his army. At first, he wanted to be called General Soot or President Soot. It was very quickly shortened to just General.
Skybur - Milo
He named himself after an old fish.
Walter Crondale
This is the name he was born with in his world.
Earthbur - Pilot
At first his nickname constantly changed between these absurd nicknames. He spoke a lot about flying planes when he first arrived. They were surprised he was able to do that. He would go into detail about pilots training and so everyone sort of just started calling him that.
100bur - God
He is quite literally a being of deity level power. He calls himself a God. The others shorten it to God.
Lavabur - Johnathan
He named himself after an old friend.
Simpbur - Jared
He ranted about a guy named Jared so much that everyone (who was there when he arrived) collectively decided that was his name now. He reclaimed it.
Phantombur - Casper
Heâs a friendly ghost. Similar to Ghostbur, everyone just called him Phantombur for a while. The nickname Casper actually came from Ghostbur.
Pogbur - Ozymandias/Ozy
Wilbur gave him the name Ozymandias because he refused to give himself a nickname. This was further shortened to Ozy.
Tiptup
He was a streamer in his world. It was easiest to just use his cc!name for his nickname.
Raftbur - Ishmael
Itâs his chosen sailor name.
Ghostbur - Blue
He likes blue. At first Wilbur would call him Ghostbur, but he didnât like that, so the name Blue sort of stuck.
Argbur - Edgar
In the Editor ARG, several poems are referenced, and a majority are by Edgar Allan Poe. The name came from there. When he woke up and was asked for a name, it sort of just felt right. Fun fact! The burs that donât get along with Edgar will call him âPoeâ.
Revivebur - Soot
It's his last name. It's derogatory. It was started by Ozy, probably.
Rustbur - Becquerel/Bec
One of the various measurements for radiation via a geiger counter is in the units becquerels! Growing up it was probably one of the first things he was taught how to read, so thatâs the name he got. His name is shortened to Bec by most.
30bur - Aeronaut
He was an aeronaut (traveler by airship of some kind) in his world. When he arrived he said, âIâm just an aeronaut please donât hurt meâ then didnât speak for a while so the name stuck.
Mccbur - #224/Teufor
His name comes from his assigned number in MCC (or just The Championships as he knows them).
Contestants often made nicknames for each other by butchering whatever numbers they were assigned, rather than handing out actual names.
Amongbur (Among Us) - Agent (Wilby)
Agent is just what he is. Agent Wilby was his nickname on the starship.
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TW/CWs : Past Toxic Relationships (I MEAN REALLY BAD, IT WAS IN POGTOPIA AFTER ALL AND IT WAS A REBOUND HEED THIS), Smoking, Pogtopia Mentions
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Ozy needs some fresh air after the topic of his ex is brought up so casually in conversation. Blue follows him on his escape to the roof though.
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Hope you enjoy. Just sort of wanted to make something in relation to one of the DSMPburs' pasts since I don't know when it would come up otherwise.
The question hung heavy in the air like the smoke around Ozyâs face, the smoke Blue didnât dare get near. His gut twisted at the almost startling invasiveness of it all.
Of course it just had to be Blue of all people to put together that it wasnât jealousy but discomfort, hatred. The others mustâve not caught on if they werenât here too. He didnât know if that made him feel better or not.
Ozy took another inhale from the cigarette he stole from Teuforâs bag, nearly choking as the smog filled his lungs, coughing as he exhaled.
âYou shouldnât be smoking.â Blue added quietly, calmly, annoyingly. âThat kills, you know.â
âShut up.â Ozy groaned, and he felt too much like he had when Blue had first shown up, when his stomach had first shriveled up and died in a damp corner at the sight of his ghostly counterpart.
His left hand moved to clench the rail.
He could still remember where Quackityâs nails had dug into his hips, pinning him down time and time again. His strange talons had never actually left marks for long, but sometimes Ozy swore he could feel their weight anyway. Prime, thank fuck his claws had never accidentally cut deep enough to scar.
Fuck, Ozy had spent so long healing, and to think it could all be washed away with a remark.
âYeah, we hooked up a couple times.â
We.
Me and him.
Me and Quackity.
To think, and his future, Soot, still ended up with him, somehow. Prime. He couldnât believe it. He wouldnât believe it. He would never end up with that asshole. It simply wasnât safe. It couldnât be.
He could still hear the avian if he tried, if he stretched his ears, if it was dark and murky enough, like that pit of a room had been.
âYouâre such a whore.â
Ozy couldnât help the shiver that ran down his spine.
He was glad he had never managed to convince Teufor to shame him when they were first getting together.
All those soft touches and kisses were things he didnât know he needed. All those slow nights and overwhelming amounts of love. All that time lost to mindless pleasure. He was glad they hadnât been sullied. He was glad Teufor had been willing to give them too, they all had.
Things were good now. They were better. He didnât want to think about Pogtopia. Why were they making him think about Pogtopia?
All those molding walls, moss covering every surface. They all looked sickly after a point, even Tommy, who saw the sun almost everyday, even down there. God, it had all smelt terrible, the sweat from working the farms, the mildew and damp. It was all rotten, from the fucking start. It was a mistake.
âOzy?â Blue asked, still standing there, languid and floating.
âI donât want to talk about him.â Ozy grumbled, slouching further, bringing the cigarette to his lips again. The sky above was turning dark. He would have to go inside soon. He didnât want to.
Something touched his head, and he at first flinched away from the contact, but then fingers were running through his hair, reaching past the oil and grime to scratch at his scalp. He dipped his head a little to give Blue a better angle.
âOk, Ozy.â Blue murmured and he sighed, leaning towards the ghost, trying to make contact.
Blue inched a little close, maybe understanding what he wanted, maybe just being clingy.
He could feel the dye running down his skin, mixing in with his already dirty hair, and it felt comforting, too lukewarm to be from dripstone or rain, too lukewarm to mold.
He let out an exhale of smoke, watching it mix into the night sky, watching it twist and wind in the air.
Blue fingers reached up and plucked the cigarette from his hands, dropping it off the side of the roof before wrapping around him in a hug.
âHey!â Ozy grumbled, but there was no real fire behind it.
âItâs for your own good.â Blue said, and he didnât make too much of a fuss, though he did disagree. He didnât want the ghost to move away, to pull back as a way to prove a point. Ozy didnât think Blue would do that butâŠ
He wasnât sure how long they stood there.
âThe sky is pretty.â Blue commented into the nonexistent silence of cars humming, honking far below.
âCanât see many stars though.â
Many times, Ozy had stood in Pogtopia, out in one of the more open areas, and stared up into the dark expanse above him, at the sky which he couldnât tell if loved him or laughed at him.
teufor sure is a very cocky guy for someone with his champhionships' average score đ /j
Teufor : ...who told you about that?
Teufor does not like mentions of Noxcrew or Minecraft Championships, as some bad stuff happened while he was there. That does not mean you're forbidden from asking him about it, I'm just letting you know :-)
