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wilfywarfy 11 months
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If Yancy had to rank the best days of his life, the day of the Pride parade he goes to with Wilford is up there. It's... exhilarating. Incredible. Freeing. While he never made his sexuality a secret, he's also never been this open about it before. And it didn't get more open than wearing what he is and riding on a pan pride float with the love of his life.
He's decked out in a pink shirt, blue pants, and yellow shoes. Wearing a leather biker jacket with the demisexual flag on the back, while his hair is dyed in those same colors. It was so much fun! Riding the float, hand in hand with his sweetheart, grinning happily while waving at the crowds.
It's all a fun, colorful blur and before he knows it, the day is winding down into early evening. Hugging Wilford close, he gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much for this, baby. I had so much fun!"
Wilford made it his business to make sure that everyone was comfortable with themselves. And that included sexuality. For him, his sexuality was as simple as the sky being blue and the grass being green. He was always open and free with it, figuring there was no use in hiding who you are. And he was proud that he was able to be up here with the love of his life, able to let his colors fly.
His outfit could only be described as is Elton John and Freddie Mercury had a fashion baby. It was big, extravagant, flashy. Everything Wilford was and more. All done in pink, yellow, and blue. While yes, the network basically booted him up here, that wasn't what it felt like at all. It just felt like a big party. Full of those that just got it.
When the days wind down, and the crowds slowly start to disperse, Wilford finds himself giving Yancy a tight hug. His heart was beating out of his chest. "That's all that matters to me, my love. Seeing you smiling like that made my whole day!"
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justyoursicanon 2 years
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Just gonna- Oh no! I dropped my sad oneshot of Musical Madness! What ever shall I do?
Oh? You'll read it? Great!
You may start reading ^^
Yancy smiled as he watched Wilford happily talking to his contestant, smiling all bright and happy as his iconic slur of words rung around the room. Yancy's heart fluttered as he turns to the camera and smiles as he pats the contestants shoulder and goes off stage for a break. That's when Yancy removes himself from leaning on the wall and towards the backstage. As he reaches there, his eyes immediately spot Wilford's loud laugh as he talks to Bim. Yancy couldn't help but let his gaze stare at Wilford with such love and passion that he didn't even realizes the tap on his shoulder. What did make him snap out of his thoughts was the voice.
"Yancy, what are you doing here backstage?" Yancy turns his attention away from Wil and turns around to see Dark, white suit and red and blue glitching aura like always. "O-Oh Dark! Didn't see youse there.." Yancy awkwardly chuckles as he buries his hands into his pockets in his leather jacket. Dark raises and eyebrow as his eyes go between the awkward ex-prisoner and Wilford, that's when he realizes.
"Ah.. Now I see why you have come here." Dark says, causing Yancy to tilt his head in an act of confusion. Knowing damn well that Dark was onto him. Dark's shoulder's slightly fell as he sighed. "Yancy.. I truly am sorry about what had happened to the both of you.. Believe me, I wish I could do something to fix this but.. You know Wilford.." Yancy's mood completely fell as the reminder washed over him. "It's okay Dark, ain't your fault and.. It wasn't his either.." Dark nodded and gently placed his hand on the others shoulder. "Why don't you have a chat with him? Maybe even restart?" Yancy thought about it for a moment. But he shook his head and Dark nodded, gently squeezing his shoulder. "I'm sorry my friend. Take care." And he walked away.
Yancy stood there with the reminder going around his head non-stop. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He felt so sorry for Wilford and his memory, it was never his fault that he was like this. But even if he did restart everything with Wilford, it would feel unfair.
Why must life be so unfair to him?
The end ^^
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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((Another one!))
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"Anythin'?" Yancy wiggles his eyebrows in a very exaggerated manner, but he isn't able to keep it up before chuckling.
"Hmmm...where would be a good place to relax? And cuddle? And maybe talk about whatever?" Yancy glances over at Wilford, reaching over to grab his hand. "I jus wanna spend quality time with you, my muse."
"Hmm... Luckily for you, I know a few good cuddling and talking places!" He couldn't help but blush when Yancy held his hand. The small gestures still got to him. He'd been holding his hand for pretty much the whole tour, but this was different.
"Let's see... We have my room, of course, with the bed and very large bean bag. We have a few large, very comfy couches in another room. We have the pool, and a hot tub, if that appeals to you. What sounds best, lovely?"
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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Well, it was official. Wilford and Yancy lived together.
They lived together. He kept feeling like he forgot something back at his place, but this was his place now. Their place. And it didn鈥檛 feel too soon, either. It just felt...right. Yancy couldn't remember the last time he was this happy.
But he could, actually. It was when he first kissed Wilford.
Which he did now, a firm press of his lips against his, a content hum. He only pulls back enough to embrace him in a warm hug.
"I love you, darlin'...I hope youse as happy as I am."
He couldn't believe it. It really was official. Yancy was home. Their home.
His heart skipped a beat as Yancy placed a kiss on his lips. Their first kiss on their official home. It was exhilarating. He couldn't help but feel giddy.
"How could I not be happy? I get to be with you everyday. I get to live with you everyday. It's perfect!" He didn't know who was happier, him or Yancy. Probably him, considering that he could barely hold still for their hug.
"Oh, I have to introduce everyone to you! Come, come! I don't know who's home, but trust me, it'll be interesting either way!"
Wilford took Yancys hand and started dragging him. "I'M HOME! AND I BROUGHT A FRIEND!"
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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Yancy rode his motorcycle faster than was legal. Much faster, but he didn't care right now. His only focus was to get home as quickly as possible. And he wore his helmet, so his head was safe, at least.
He pulls up to the manor and screeches to a stop, already taking his helmet off before he's off the bike. After running to the door, he enters and immediately heads for the direction of Darks office.
"Wilford! You home, baby?" He yells out as he takes the stairs two at a time. He needed to see Dark but he also wanted to know Wilford was alright.
Dark wasn't happy. Then again, when was the last time he was truly happy about anything? The last he'd been happy was when... Stop. That's not important. Work. Keep working.
Stretching his neck out once more, he continued to read over what seemed to be an endless stack of paperwork. This one appeared to be another lawsuit from Bims show. Of course.
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Wilford didn't answer back. How could he? He wasn't home.
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wilfywarfy 6 months
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Yancy never thought he would crave moments like this.
Laying with Wilford, holding him in a strong embrace. Every once in a while, he will plant a kiss on his temple or forehead. Humming in contentment, basking in the feel of his fianc茅's warm body enveloped in his arms.
Then, later, he'll make Wilford dinner and dessert. Perhaps a dance as Yancy serenades his lover. Wilford deserves the world, and Yancy will do what he can to make sure he knows it.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Yancy murmurs against his temple after yet another kiss. "And many more... together. I love you more than anythin'."
Wilford never thought he'd crave moments like this.
He was so used to today being big and loud and extravagant. Large parties with booze and sweets being passed around non stop. That was the way he lived for... well... he didn't know how old he was. But if his (unreliable) memory serves him right, it was enough to make him grow accustomed.
It was never enough though. It always had to be bigger. Louder. More.
And then Yancy showed up... and now today... here, right now... this feels perfect.
Yancy holds him so close. He loved cuddling with him. Any time there was a chance to cuddle, he'd take it. But these cuddles felt extra special. Everything feels so warm. It felt like home. It was what he didn't know he needed.
He never thought he'd enjoy the quiet. Then again, he also never thought he'd have a fianc茅. But life had a habit of throwing curve balls at him.
He doesn't know what the rest of the day has in store. What other antics and shenanigans lay ahead. But here, right now... this is perfect.
"I love you too."
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wilfywarfy 7 months
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"Sweetheart... be honest..." Yancy hesitates, a pained expression flitting across his face. It was a bad day for him, doubts swirling in his head. He shouldn't need to ask this, but...
"Am I really worth it?"
(Hi, it's freebird angst :3)
"Oh, Yancy..." Wilford cups Yancy's face, his thumbs running over the apples of his cheeks. He didn't know what caused this sudden doubt in his loves brain. He didn't like it. Did he not think he was worth it?
"You're always worth it. You've always been worth it. Whatever is making you feel like this...don't listen to it." Wil stands on his tiptoes, and places a kiss on his forehead. "You have been, and always will be, worth it."
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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YOU! You're Late!
Figured it's about damn time I properly introduce myself. Everyone else has a pinned post, so I'm gonna bandwagon XD
You can call me Wilfy! This is my sideblog where I talk about Markiplier, and basically just vibe
Here you can find shitposts, roleplaying, and just overall chaos
I hope you find my account to be exactly what you're looking for!
Boundaries/Rules/Small guides below!
Fighting, Flirting, Dancing
Flirting and fighting is allowed, but nothing explicit. If anything explicit (i.e. Heavy NSFW) is sent to me, it won't be answered. Other subjects such as gore will be tagged as such. If you're a minor, please do not send/ask for NSFW. Those that are 18 and over may interact with my NSFW blog, @carnivalofchaos (MINORS DNI WITH THE NSFW BLOG.)
There will be adult language. You have been warned. If you'd like me to tag something, please let me know.
Life Needed a Bit of Madness
My account is a mess, but I'm gonna attempt to clean it up a bit. These are the tags I use for RP partners, certain kinds of posts, and etc. (And no, I'm not gonna sort my old posts. I have 2,500+ at the time of writing this and that would just be atrocious)
Late Night With Wilfy: posts that are made after 9PM (my time)
OPs shitty ego art: Art I make that's based around the Markiplier egos
OPs shitty writing: Any writing I make
Musical Madness: Tag I use for my RP threads with freebirdyance Yancy, and anything Wilford X Yancy
Grumpy McGrumperson: Tag for Enzo
Fidget Blanket: Tag for panickedsalesman Eric
What universe is this?: Other fandoms I get sent stuff about
Interview Time!: Asks
I have one labeled anon. If you want to be added to my anon list, send in an ask!
Do I Know You, Friend?
My inbox and messages are always open! Feel free to talk to me about anything! I hope to be a friend, a guide, or... Whatever you need me to be! Speaking of which...
Some people just call him DADDY!
I currently have about 15 internet children, and chances are, you'll see them a lot. We love and respect them here. I always welcome more internet children, so please, feel free to stop by!
It's For Everybody, Not You-
As a roleplay account, I had to find SOME WAY to differentiate the characters. Here's a guide to help you figure out who's who!
Pink: Wilford Warfstache
Purple: Darkiplier, Bim Trimmer
Orange: Bingiplier, Eric Derekson, Ed Edgar, Host
Red: Actor, Captain Magnum, Yandereplier
Blue: Google, Jim's, Dr. Iplier, Stan the Water Man
Green: Silver Shepard
Bolded Black: Yancy
I'm not the best at most of these characters. I mostly do Wilford and Stan, so I'd recommend going to the MANY better characters accounts for most of these.
You Should be Kind and Courteous
Be kind. That's the most I can ask for. I hope that we'll be able to vibe together, and have just a good ol' time.
Welp, here we are, you survived the way through.
"Why don't we have a little fun?"
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wilfywarfy 11 months
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So... don't you ever wonder what Yancy does for a living? How he's so ridiculously well off? Does he ever talk about his work?
The baker looks up from the cake he's frosting, a wide smile on his face.
"Oh, I already know what he does, he told me himself! He works in trade, stocks and such. He also invests in businesses! I'm assuming he's quite the Midas, considering how well off he is. And yes, he tells me about his work, his meetings and such. And in return, I tell him about my day, the customers I saw, what I managed to sell, the like. I get along rather well with some of his co-workers as well. Tommy and Paul are some of my favorites to talk to, they treat me so well!"
The baker is grinning as he talks about Yancy. Such a good man!
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wilfywarfy 1 year
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"Hmmm... double dare, eh? I dare youse to kiss me right on the mouth, oorrrr... kiss me right on the mouth."
Wait, aren't these dares supposed to be ha- oooohhhh.
A smile makes its way onto Wilfords face. "I don't know... both of these options are so hard... I don't know how I could pick just one."
Wrapping his arms around Yancys neck, he pulls him closer. "I think I might just make this easier on myself and do both."
And do both he does, giving Yancy two sweet, long, loving kisses.
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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He remembers.
It hits him like a bus.
He was stupid to forget.
But now he remembered.
"YANCY! ITS YANCY! I REMEMBER HIM!"
He's then tackled by a herd of ducks
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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This is the dynamic, right? This is what I'm feeling-
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@freebirdyance
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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"I seem to recall you sayin' youse had some ideas for couples costumes? Lay 'em on me, sweetheart! I'm so excited to spend our first Halloween together."
Before Wilford can get a word out, Yancy is pressing a loving kiss to his lips first.
Wilford can't even speak before Yancys lips are on his. Not that he minded. He'd never deny kissing his sweetheart.
"Heh, yes I did! I wrote them down so that I wouldn't forget! Let me run them by you and see if you like anything!
I didn't want to do anything too raunchy. Just because I don't want to do it in front of the kids, you know. We can save those for our own time. BUT, my ideas are..."
Wilford pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, which is covered with pumpkin and skeleton stickers.
"Buzz and Woody, Peach and Mario, Fred and Daphne, Bugs and Lola, Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit, and my personal favorite, Jack and Sally!"
He's beaming as he reads off his list. He'd been thinking about this for weeks now.
"What do you think, my dear? Any ideas of your own?"
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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Wilford stood in front of the manor, hands in his pockets, the faint taste of chocolate still lingering in his mouth.
He could already feel his memory fading. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, considering that he was forgetting what to cry over.
He hated his brain. He hated his mind.
He wanted to remember Yancy. He truly did. He didn't want to forget. This once, he didn't want to forget.
He magic-ed up his pants, fixing the tears they'd received, as well as any small cuts or scrapes he might've had on his face.
He was home.
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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馃樁
if ya had to choose bubblegum father, would you marry yancy.
(sorry , tried to keep it tame
-bee
It wasn't really an uncomfortable question
"...who?"
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wilfywarfy 2 years
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"I heard a rumor you got a real kissable face."
Wilford blushed, having a very sudden urge to cough.
"W-Well, depends on who you ask! But I suppose I do... Yes."
Smooth, Warfstache. Smooth.
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