#WKM abe

[ephiesoul]

[moonymoonsiplier]

I read too many WKM fics in one go and ended up making a silly comic \o/

[maxtrash101]

GUYS GUYS HOLD UP I JUST NOTCIED THIS OK OK OK OK OK SOOO OSOO YOU KNOW ABE IN ISWM HES WITH NOIR AND SHIT AND IN HIS NORMAL FIT

SEE LOOOK OK OK AND IF YOU LOOK AT THE COLLAR YOU SEE THIS GOLDEN BEE PIN

I LOOKED UP WHAT IT MEANT AND LOOOK

[falseroar]

Colonel: I think you all know why I gathered you here today: to play the most dangerous game.

District Attorney: Knife monopoly?

Colonel, dropping the board game and a plethora of knives in the middle of the table: Finally, a person of culture!

Abe: What the hell…?

[hiding-under-the-willow]

I am getting increasingly oddly specific with these scenes I'm stealing

[not-mary-sue]

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.

[lostcaused1]

Worst memories.

[egoblooded]

[abe-the-detective-blog]

Markus still wasn't sure how he felt in the dress as it wasn't something new but oh well! He hadn't texted him he was heading over or anything all more to the surprises he loved doing.

He fixed his dress before knocking on the door.

Abe was busy cleaning up his house simply because he needed to do so. He had music playing as he was lost in his thoughts cleaning up everything before he heard a knock on the door. Abe cleans up his stuff before walking to the door.

The detective opens up the door and instantly blushed as he looked at Markus in awe.

[faecaribou]

had this stuck in my head for DAYS

[ephiesoul]

Chibi Summer time Abe 🏖️🍦

[moonymoonsiplier]

A thing where Abe somehow ends up looking after Wilford's traumatized automaton son :')

[craftartz67]

Abe has two hands. One a chaotic mustache man and the other a emo demon :)

[justmemojito]

The only good politician in this world (i don’t care about the canon, he is perfect to me)

I love people who reblog stuff

@markiplier

[fromthedeskof-darkiplier]

How did you know you were in love with Mr. Warfstache? Also how long have you and Mr Warfstache been married?

How did I know?

...When I heard him laugh.

When the dust was finally able to settle after the firestorm tore through our lives... when everything was turned on its head, or otherwise torn to ribbons in front of our eyes, being dragged from one prison of existence to another, hopeless to wrest our fates back into our possessions, blinded by rage and panic, the searing, burning agony of futility holding my body and mind hostage, like barbed wires were where my very veins used to be...

But then... then, when we were reunited... when we were somehow able to find eachother again, past the mountain of despair that was dropped between us... Well, it was a surprise as it was seeing him so suddenly after being at the mercy of the Void for so long, a reluctant tourist in its curated worlds of torment...

I was so sure it would take at least an eternity to feel alright again.

And then I heard him laugh.

After everything he'd been through. Everything that was thrown at him. All the undue blame that he was saddled with. I had no time to even make an assumption of what became of him, but I would never in a thousand dimensions have guessed a man who could still laugh.

And it was a real laugh. Not a forced laugh, not laughter born of mania, but an honest-to-goodness jovial laugh.

And... well... that instilled some hope in me. Because if Wil could pick himself up, regardless of how much time and effort it took to on his behalf, and find some joy in the face of it being written on the very fabric of the Universe that he wasn't destined for it... Then, maybe, so could I.

Maybe there was something salvageable from what was left of all of us. And after being granted the mercy of reunion, maybe we -- Abraham, the Attorney, Wilford and, yes, even myself -- could learn to move forward together. Maybe it'd even eventually feel like second nature, to allow the joy a place in our existences without inhibitions.

I hope that answered your question.

-D

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Guess what I worked on all day 👁👁