Welcome, all configurations of being! .Ask/Rp blog for Wilford/ The Colonel.Follows from: stringgs.tumblr
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Photo
The Colonel looks like he runs through jungles fighting tigers with his bare hands and also like his breath smells like beans and he’ll talk 2 inches from your face not picking up on any social cues of personal space, and I just think that’s very sexy of him
619 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wilford’s gloved finger went from loosely pointing at the individual before him to tapping rhythmically on his bottom lip. Fog formed in the air before him as a sigh escaped his lungs and he shrugged. “You know my name, so I must have met a ‘Host’ in my life, eh? W-Well, being that you were addressing yourself by using the third person, that is, which is what I assumed-” He scratched his head lightly. “Things get all... jumbled around... so easily...” At this point he was muttering to himself under his breath, his mustache wiggling back and forth as he made a few more sounds that likely weren’t even meant to be words.
He seemed to jump back to attention. “Tell me- You live around here? Ooo-! Do you like the snow?” Wilford pointed upwards and looked straight into the Host’s bandages, yet still brandishing his usual juvenile grin. In the back of his head he knew something felt... off. ‘Doesn’t remember’? Doesn’t remember what? Something definitely wasn’t right... But heyyyy, acknowledging it is half of having to confront it! He thought this to himself briefly, triumphantly, and had someone heard it the phrase would have seemed more routine than spontaneous.
His eyes darted around the new figure’s face in an attempt to not only remember it from the past, but for the future. No matter - at the very least, they knew each other now. “Oh, and er...” Shifting into a slightly meeker tone and demeanor, Wilford looked from the earmuffs to the Host’s face and back a few times, his body moving slowly to one side and his voice getting a bit... kinder?
“Those earmuffs, they really are quite charming.” With a glint in his eye he raised his hand once more to gesture to the fluff - for someone talking to a man that he presumed couldn’t see him, he sure was using quite a lot of gestures; then again, that was typical Warfstache. His fingers ever so lightly brushed past some of the material of the muffs that he became entranced with. “So fluffy-looking...”
#//i reblogged that too early lmao my bad#//BUT I CAME UP WITH A SORT OF AU WILF ON THE SPOT THAT IM GONNA TRY TO MAKE WORK CUZ IT MADE ME REAL EXCITED WHEN I THOUGHT OF IT#//if it doesnt come out in rp somehow then ill let you know whats up w him#//but yes they sHOULD know each other#//but hes totally acting like they dont#//which couuuuuuld be weird for wilf? but it IS wilf#//also since it is wilf he wouldnt find anything weird with being in a shared mind space like in motherloving warfstache#//so his thoughts are FREE REIGN for host#\\warf speaks ;#\\mister bleedy cant see ;#emptynarration
8 notes
·
View notes
Photo
I’ve been holding off in putting more updates on this until I had something more solid soooo I guess I should also put this here huh?
I wanted to add a few more scenes at the end but right now I just want to have this first part doooone~ There are only a few more fixes with the line and colors as well as adding the shadows, BG, and special FXS but WE ARE SO CLOSE!
And what a stream we had last night! We got some new faces and we manage to reach Affiliate Status! I’m gonna have to fill out a bunch of tax info but I’m so proud I’m able to take this first step towards a sweet sweet thing!
(Gif got squoshed due to size)
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
His thoughts beginning to wander, Wilford mindlessly started to walk forward with his hands bunched around the bottom of his hood again to keep it shut. He strode gleefully forward, his head still up toward the sky. Wilford thought of all his friends and how they’d enjoy the season, especially as it got closer to the holidays. Christmas time has always been his absolute favorite part of the year - save for that goddamned Santa Claus, he thought as a brow briefly crinkled downward. But! Wilf put on his grin once again and kept up his brisk pace, still looking up at the falling snow as it melted in his pink facial hair.
In a jarring moment, Wilford realized he had walked right into someone’s shoulder. And with quite a bit more force than he had expected - well, he hadn’t expected anyone else at all being in front of him, there wasn’t anyone there a minute ago! Was there? He gave a small noise of surprise before turning toward the figure.
“O-Oh!! Well, sorry there, my good man - didn’t see you there...!” His jaw moved sporadically as he spoke and his hands went to the upper arms of the other, as if to help stabilize. Neither had been sent to the ground, but his instinct still told him to make sure the other was okay. He pulled away rather quickly, with a few light pats before he did.
Wilf seemed like he was about to continue, opening his mouth, but then shutting it again in a moment of doubt that reflected very clearly on his face. “Do- ...Hey, do I know you from anywhere...?” He vaguely pointed at the individual, lightly moving his mouth in idle thought - a habit of his. “I swear, you do look familiar...”
A Snowy Open Starter
As his gloved hands pulled the bottom of his furry hood together to keep his bow-tied neck from getting any chillier, Wilford Warfstache began the long trek back to his home. Winter had come quite quickly this year - Halloween was only 2 weeks ago and now it’s dropped below freezing!
Speaking of...
Wilford stopped and pointed his pink-tipped nose toward the dark sky just as the first few flakes began to fall. The tips of his mustache bunched upwards as he grinned with childlike glee in his eyes. The first snow of the year! He always enjoyed the first snow of the year!
Wil found himself rubbing his hands together for warmth, despite having his faux leather gloves on. He cupped them to his mouth and attempted to warm his nose and cheeks with his breath, a bit of which was visible on the air with each exhale. He glanced back upwards and began to think of all the fun shennanegans him and his pals could get up to during the snowy season! All the snowball fights he could destroy them in, all the snowmen he could create, all the snowmen he could destroy...
He stood, simply lost in thought. It’d be a fun season for sure.
#//i was smiling the whole time i was writing im so glad im writing with you again c:#\\warf speaks ;#emptynarration#\\mister bleedy cant see ;#//yes thats my host tag for this blog#//no im not sorry lmao
8 notes
·
View notes
Photo
I gave you Dark with a raven so now get ready for… Wilford with a potoo (yes, it’s an actual bird, google it, they’re the best)!
And a bonus
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
another instagram request~ 💖
621 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bdays from this list
King: Jan 23 2013 Host/Author: Feb 6 2013 Edgar: Mar 24 2015 Jims: May 5 2017 (Camera Jim 1 and Weatherman Jim) (MarkTV) Bing: May 20 2017 Silver: Jun 3 2014 Dark: Jun 19 2012 Dapper: Jul 21 2014 Jims: Oct 14 2017 (Camera Jim 2 and Field Reporter Jim) (WKM) Doc Ip: Oct 27 2013 Yancy: 30 Oct 2019 Illinois: 30 Oct 2019 Captain Magnum: 30 Oct 2019 Google: Oct 31 2014 Bill: Oct 31 2014 Wilford: Nov 9 2012 Yandere: Nov 13 2016 Bim: Dec 10 2014 Eric: Dec 2 2018 Randal: Dec 2 2018 Derek: Dec 2 2018 Santa: Dec 15 2013
12 notes
·
View notes
Photo

The Boys
finally got around to drawing something for AHWM so I drew the og boys’ new outfits and my fav new ego
1K notes
·
View notes
Photo
“Our special guest: the one, the only, the hero of the hour — what’s your name again?”
755 notes
·
View notes
Text

Request from instagram
Wil tripping over a toy car
497 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Snowy Open Starter
As his gloved hands pulled the bottom of his furry hood together to keep his bow-tied neck from getting any chillier, Wilford Warfstache began the long trek back to his home. Winter had come quite quickly this year - Halloween was only 2 weeks ago and now it’s dropped below freezing!
Speaking of...
Wilford stopped and pointed his pink-tipped nose toward the dark sky just as the first few flakes began to fall. The tips of his mustache bunched upwards as he grinned with childlike glee in his eyes. The first snow of the year! He always enjoyed the first snow of the year!
Wil found himself rubbing his hands together for warmth, despite having his faux leather gloves on. He cupped them to his mouth and attempted to warm his nose and cheeks with his breath, a bit of which was visible on the air with each exhale. He glanced back upwards and began to think of all the fun shennanegans him and his pals could get up to during the snowy season! All the snowball fights he could destroy them in, all the snowmen he could create, all the snowmen he could destroy...
He stood, simply lost in thought. It’d be a fun season for sure.
8 notes
·
View notes
Text

Thought I’d actually do a finished picture of Wilford! Gosh I’ve suddenly realized I can’t get enough of him haha, and his ending was actually kinda cute in AHWM! I loves the colors they used a lot! While my line art could be tweaked in color, I’m actually super happy with the outcome of this picture! I changed a few physical aspect lie his hair and his eyes for the sake of his character, but overall I’m loving it!
Lol maybe I can do one of yancy too XD
@markiplier (guessing this is the blog if I remember correctly)
752 notes
·
View notes
Photo
some wilford warfstache icons as requested! just galaxy ones this time since they’re pretty c;
like/reblog if you use!
( yancy | wilford | dark )
321 notes
·
View notes
Text


2019 vs 2017
Had the inspiration to redraw this color palette challenge i got back in 2017. i have to say, i’m not disappointed in either of them
Happy late birthday Wil!!
51 notes
·
View notes
Note
Would a "What I gain I lose" with Warfstache be ok? Maybe with him doubting himself after killing someone?
“People are definitely going to notice, Will…”
Send me a character + color palette request!
#//from my other ego account#//I’ve really never drawn him this well#\\motherloving warfstache ;#\\their art ;
33 notes
·
View notes