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He found celci, she can't remember

I was gonna draw him with old lady celine from iswm but I'm not strong enough to do it ㅠㅠ

#(owie) #an excellent reporter (wilf) #(they look so GOOOOOOD) #don't queue worry

[rosetintedgunman]

hey so aside from writing i also do a little doodling here and there *throws this at you and runs away*

#I'm in love with a fairytale (Celliam) #don't queue worry #ohhh her little smile is just so precious ;A;

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I love the Wilford Motherloving Warfstache short film so much and I kind of wish there were more similar lore shorts. Just everything about it works: the acting, the comedy, the gradual realisation as Abe and the audience start to understand at the same time. Plus Wilford is really at his best here. He's goofy, he plays so casually with his powers like telepathy and teleporting, but he still has hints of William underneath. And the way the scenes turn to bright colour from black and white when he appears, then to a pretty neutral when it's just the two of them, then back to full colour when Abe let's go and accepts the truth. Beautiful, all beautiful.

#(Couldn't have said it better myself. It's all absolutely beautiful) #don't queue worry

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Kitty's actions did nothing to convince him that she could be trusted by any stretch of the imagination. Her cockiness meant that she knew for a fact that Mark was alive. Scrying wouldn't be necessary if he could simply get the information out of her.

Best to make this visit brief and stop wasting his time.

"I could kill you regardless. Your corpse could make good bait to lure him out." It seemed like a rather sensible solution from his perspective.

Liam remained unmoving, gun still held up, as Kitty walked away with her 'deal' tumbling out of her lips. Before an answer was given, the gun was fired... But not at her. Instead, the bullet dug into the wooden floor where her foot had been moments earlier. A deliberate miss.

"For someone who doesn't want anyone angry at her... Do you think acting like an entitled little madam is going to keep you in anyone's good books? In fact, you talk as though you already knew he was alive."

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐧. 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. "𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦."

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. "𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤….. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞…. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞…."

#lv; the intended timeline #starywisteria #gun tw #(whoops) #don't queue worry

[rosetintedgunman]

Oh btw since p!atd is dead I figured I’d make this edit bc this was always one of my favorite songs and I always thought it fit Warfstache

#(this redoubled my love for this man) #don't queue worry #an excellent reporter (wilf) #a loyal colonel (will)

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#colonelisms #reporterisms #don't queue worry #(wheeeeeeeeeeee!)

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William meeting the above characters will pull him into a 2010s era mafia/detective drama and reveal the first of his many vices - his cowardice.

The detective that he reluctantly teams up with (she's currently unnamed) notices this oddity:

OOC: So I've nearly got the first part of the William -> Wilford story fleshed out enough to actually share online (the immediate post-WKM era. Shocking, I know). I described an alternate outfit for William and I was so fond of it I had to try sketching it out. It's nothing fancy - a flat cap, a brown jacket and trousers, and a white suit - but it's nice.

Then I decided to sketch out the two other characters he meets in this segment that is, at most, set a month after WKM.

#intern doodles (mun art) #on the tablet #(remember: this is basically a punishment in itself. every 'key life' puts one of Will's negatives on full display) #(ironically; it helped make Wilford a nicer person all around) #(this detective is inspired loosely by some cop characters I've seen in some detective shows)

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Yes that is Wilford as BumBum and yes I’m bad with making good usernames

#blasted detective (abe) #an excellent reporter (wilf) #don't queue worry

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Actor!Mark says with hatred that Celine would tear his heart out. Wilford says it with love. He respects her ferocity. Adores her for it. Would be honored to have her carve his heart out, as it’s always belonged to her anyway.

Actor!Mark says he will make something beautiful in the mirror dimension, a place he tries to understand and thereby control no matter the cost. Wilford, when Abe asks him, says that the beauty in all this is to be found in it’s senselessness and chaos.

Actor!Mark “explains” things to Damien by encouraging him to try and understand them. He forces him to remember, triggers anxiety and panic, and suggests that he’s stupid for not being able to grasp everything all at once. Wilford “explains” things to Abe by helping him to accept just how fucked up and incomprehensible all that they’ve been through is. He encourages him to have fun and to stop obsessing, assures him that he’s not insane, and lets him be himself rather than trying to form him into anything for his own desires.

Dark might be Mark’s villain, but Wilford is his foil.

#reporterheadcanon #don't queue worry

[rosetintedgunman]

Nothing ever dies! Not even disco!!

#(ohhh he looks so cool!) #an excellent reporter (wilf) #don't queue worry

[rosetintedgunman]

😎Dance + Battle🎶！！！

Totally gave up on this dance floor thing, it's just a normal floor now

#an excellent reporter (wilf) #don't queue worry

[rosetintedgunman]

Go forth and enjoy your perfect date, everyone! Don’t forget your light jacket. 💜

#reporterisms #(scheduled post)

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genuinely in fucking tears over this

#don't queue worry

[rosetintedgunman]

Choosing a drink in a bar was a big decision, and Wilford was happy to wait until Louise had an idea. Once it was shared, he rolled his head slowly from left to right, letting the request bounce around until it hit the elusive corner of inspiration.

"We can do tea! Got some of them nice herbal thingymabobs. I don't really get it but there's folks who swear by these things. Th' smell is good too. Lemme duck under th' counter real quick."

One might assume that this would be a mere cutaway so he could pop back up with a fully prepared cup of tea, but that seemed ridiculous even for his standards. Instead, a cup, a tiny teapot of water, and a box of teabags were placed on the counter, one at a time. The teapot and cup even matched with pastel florals.

"These are... Chamomile? It's one that is asked fer a lot so maybe that'll do th' trick. In we go!" One teabag was dropped into the cup and put aside.

"Now then, ta answer yer question. This is... Well, I guess ya could say it's my pride an' joy. This bar was where somethin' important ta me happened, somethin' that helped me get on a better path. So when I remembered it, I thought it'd be a place fer others ta come to. A place 'between th' stories' where there's no Heist, no Date, nothing. Or maybe somethin'. Not big timeloop stories though."

Curiously, as he was talking, the teapot was beginning to let out some steam. How was it boiling when it was sitting on the counter?

"As fer you... Ya said ya can't really move, right? Are ya stuck only in that, or can ya move 'round from shiny thing ta shiny thing?"

her ragged nails tapped against the glass as she thought over the options. she finally wiped her words and wrote again.

SOMETHING WARM, PLEASE? IT MIGHT MAKE IT EASIER FOR ME TO SMELL IT THROUGH HERE. LIKE... HM. I CAN'T SAY I'D KNOW MUCH OUTSIDE OF COFFEE AND TEA.

she pressed a little closer to the glass to get a better look at the lights, her eyes wide.

IT'S STUNNING IN HERE. DID YOU DO ALL OF THIS YOURSELF?

#mysweetlouise #v; looking for a scoop #don't queue worry

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Headcanon - The Struggles of being W.ilford

Not okay to reblog, since a lot of it relates to blog lore! :D

I don’t think I’ve gone into detail about how big of a deal it is that W.ilford is still here in the here and now, have I? While I make jokes about him being a himbo, dummy thicc, and so on, he actually has several hurdles that would throw others for a loop if they had to live a day in W.ilford’s mind. To start, he knows he would be viewed by outsiders as being ‘crazy’, but he knows he has far more semblance than that.

I’ve mentioned before about the importance of keeping grounded. In the last few years, W.ilford has made some wonderful friends that have given him a reason to see them every day (or as often as he can). Back in the days of Mo.therloving, he would ‘lose’ days, even weeks, by falling out of time. He would have no recollection of the lost days (almost like he fell asleep in February and woke up the next day and it was April), and no one else would have seen him. These days, he has a small collection of notebooks that he makes sure to write something in daily, especially scheduled events. That way, he’ll know if he ‘lost’ days. It’s also the best way to check he is indeed travelling through time in the right direction, one day at a time. These days, lost days are few and far between (despite his worries at times of missing longer periods of time).  Related to this: He has a very very very important reason to keep track of the days.

His memory is also an issue. It’s common sense that he forgets lots of things. But since he still has natural black strands in his moustache (and thus still is William rather than a W.ilford completely lost to madness. In a way, that’s the special thing that makes him ‘Rose’), he’s not at the stage where everything slips by. When talking to people smarter than him, he makes a considerable effort to focus and try taking in what’s being told. It’s not a guarantee, and he may still forget things (not as often as before, but it’s still a possibility). He always feels terrible when he realises he forgot something important, since many people link forgetting with ‘not caring’, when it was likely the opposite for him. Like a colander, the information slipped out completely without him realising. Also important to know that him forgetting due to trauma is the only reason Wilford hasn’t apologised for his part in the events in the manor. If the memories ever came back (even for a few moments), he absolutely would.

On that, his ability to focus is rather strained. Imagine sitting in a room where two people have a conversation, the radio plays, the television plays, a stereo plays, but no two things are the same; all while you try to write a different topic to what you can hear. You can’t turn anything off, and you can’t leave the room, so you have to make do. This, in essence, is Wilford’s mind. In order for him to keep focused, it actually takes a lot more energy than it looks, and that is the result of years of being unable to do so. He is at the stage where he can ignore the thoughts when he wants to relax or sleep, but he’s rarely had time where his mind is empty. When you factor in his own fluctuating attention span (thanks William!), it’s hit and miss on how long he can work with you before needing to do something else for a little while. Now I think about it, I should look into the idea of fidget toys for him.

Finally… Remember what I said about keeping grounded? Applies literally too. In the same way that he could teleport across the Manor as William, Wilford can too. Doors are both his greatest ally and biggest enemy. On a good day, he can open a door and have it go somewhere else entirely (such as open a closet door and walk into the meeting room). It can be a factor in how he timeline hops in verses where that’s applicable. But on rather bad days? Entering a new room can be risky, and could land him in another place entirely, which would have him going in and out of rooms in a panic to get to the right room (but these days are rarer than they used to be). Related to that, it’s the same logic that lets him slot his stolen apartment in a door that used to be a broom closet of the current - and completely different - apartment complex he crept into a few years ago (yes, you did read that right. Click that link). Also, it’s how the closet on his corridor that should hold towels now connects to a farm somewhere instead. He’s just accepted that sometimes he’ll find chickens or goats in his corridor some days when the door blew open overnight.

#reporterheadcanon #(I don't explain everything all that often so here's a big reference!) #(there's a whole bunch of links for further reading too :D ) #don't queue worry

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This Captain was truly a diplomatic one. No weapons had been drawn, and they were willing to hear him out. He felt special. Not everyone wanted to give him the time of day/night/however-time-works-in-space.

In that regard, having the water break the character was a good thing. He didn't need to be so spooky and cryptic anymore. Leave that for the dramatic folk. The very logical question was returned with the very logical answer of a confused shrug.

Once he was sure he had recovered, he bent down to leave the offending glass on the floor beside the wall, hopefully just out of the way of footfall. When that was complete, he straightened himself and rested his weight on one foot.

"Heh, what can I say? Guilty as charged." How could he even try to deny the charges when he had been caught in the act at least once before? "There's somethin' real fishy goin' on 'round here. Dunno what, exactly, but it's strange. All I know is that I'm waaaay too unbrainy fer this sorta thing. But you..." His free hand pointed to the Captain, "Yer able ta keep goin' Even when it's impossible. I've seen some of them attempts. It's not an easy spot ta be in, huh?"

The Captain inclines their head, as if they’re at a diplomatic meeting, and not some random hall in the Invincible talking to a stowaway. They take note of the cocktail glass, but it isn’t immediately cause for alarm — they see objects appear all the time! It’s normal. Right?

“Precisely. If you wanted to harm us, you would have before, so why would I be concerned about following you?” No reliance on restarts necessary… hopefully. Wilford not harming them doesn’t mean that they believe nothing can go wrong.

They aren’t supposed to be this far from the storyline, after all.

They startle slightly at his snort, but at least it’s a change of pace from the cryptic side. No one ever wants to give them answers! Not Dorene, not the Narrator, and certainly not him. But they have to pause, to think over, calculate what he says. Where he came from, what his purpose is, and who he is outside of his name, is a mystery. They don’t know how much to believe. He seems honest?

“A red herring? For what?” The only trouble they can think of is with the warp core. They shake their head. “I don’t know. I don’t think you’re up to something actively harmful, but you are up to… other things. Turning the explosives hall into a dance floor? Leaving drinks in my locker?” Most people don’t stowaway on a spaceship. At least, most people don’t announce their presence when they do.

#v; looking for a scoop #captainslog #(he was doing so well with the cryptic stuff but he's not able to keep that up forever. He deems it too OOC xD) #(Oh... Cap... Things randomly materialising isn't normal...) #don't queue worry

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the colonel and the captain

#colonelisms #don't queue worry