#Wilford remembers

[jaxwritess]

Bittersweet Memories (Darkstache)

TW: Angsty, Wilford briefly remembers the past, crying

Dark often found himself listening to Wilford's aura— usually, a barely-audible song, which most people might mistake as an earworm— without even meaning to. He did it for many reasons. For one, they often couldn't help it. Maybe they were just better attuned to the sound. Wilford's excitement sometimes made the music quite hard to miss. But on the other hand, there were some rare days when the fast-paced music would slow and distort, and those were the ones that worried Dark the most. There were a few reasons the usually bright music might sound grim, and frankly, he didn't like what any of them might be.

Today, as Dark was wrapping up a meeting, their own aura was ringing just a tad louder than usual, stress and annoyance building. Maybe that's why he didn't pick up on the shift in Wilford's music immediately. When they did, however, their stomach dropped. His partner (in crime, for life. Either worked depending on the day) had elected to stay downstairs and out of the meeting today but had refused to say why. For a split second, Dark wondered if maybe Wilford had stepped out of the building, but he stood from his seat when he heard a long, wonky note.

"Meeting dismissed. I don't have time for questions today; if anyone needs anything, reach out via Google Blue."

The android frowned and narrowed its eyes, but didn't say anything when Dark made eye contact. Instead, it folded its hands and nodded stiffly. Dark had something else to attend to. That didn't make him any less salty, of course, especially when several of the others crowded around to ask questions.

Dark didn't have time to dwell too much on the other's glare and instead retreated from the room, leaving their things to be packed up later. Something was going on with Wilford, and that took priority.

He followed the soft music to his office downstairs, and he felt a pinch more anxiety. Was Wilford looking for him? He didn't often spend time there unless Dark was working, so it was difficult to reason why else he might be there. He raised a hand to open the door but paused briefly to collect his thoughts as he picked up on another quiet, warped note. If he was visibly distressed, it would probably make Wilford feel even worse. They took a deep breath— technically, they didn't need the oxygen, but it helped ground them regardless— and felt their shoulders rise and fall. Wilford seemed to be less prone to reading the auras, so even as Dark's rang louder, his expression and posture would be what mattered most. He closed his eyes and repeated the process before finally letting his hand find the handle, and he cracked the door open.

He peered in, doing a courtesy sweep of the room before his eyes landed on his desk chair, which was turned away from the door. "Wilford?" They asked gently, cautious. When the other was like this, sometimes it was difficult to know when he would be sad or violent. Some days, it could be both. It depended on what it was he remembered on any given day.

Still, despite the lack of verbal response, he heard a loud sniffle. Quietly, they stepped inside and shut the door. As they moved closer, they made a point to walk a little louder, hoping not to surprise their husband. "Wilford, is everything alright?"

As they rounded the desk, Wilford span the chair slightly, just enough to look at them from the corner of his eye. He was still silent, save for a few teary sniffles, letting his gaze fall back to a metallic tin in his hands.

Dark took a moment to notice just how much brown was in both Wilford's hair and his mustache, leaving just the tips to be the usual bubblegum pink. If Dark had to guess, he was remembering quite a bit of their shared past. He took a moment to look at the box in Wilford's hands, and a lump formed in his throat.

They were both quiet for a long few minutes before Wilford weakly lifted the box. "I gave these to her, just before..." He stopped, letting his hand fall back to his lap. "Do you know the superstition behind these?"

Dark took a moment to compose himself as he drew closer, then gently put a hand on the other's shoulder. "A person's first tarot cards are meant to be gifted to them." He mumbled, watching as Wilford opened it and read the engraving on the inside.

"Mark wouldn't do it," he laughed, though it sounded bittersweet. "She didn't ask me to, but I found some during one of my trips to the East. I..." He paused, then moved to wipe away some of his tears with one of his wrists. "She was so happy."

"She was." Dark agreed softly, crouching down.

Wilford stared at the deck, though he closed the container again before doing anything else. He let out a shaky breath. "I can't believe she kept them." He thought, maybe, she'd have gotten rid of them after the truth came out.

"Of course she did." Carefully, he turned the chair, so that Wilford was facing him.

"She loved me, didn't she?" He finally made eye contact with his partner as tears welled up in his eyes again.

Gently, he took the box from Wilford's hands and placed it on the desk, then moved to gently grasp his hands. The other made no protest. "She does. They both do." Carefully, they guided him to stand up, then lifted his hands to kiss them softly.

Wilford was quiet for a few long moments, staring down at nothing in particular. Slowly, his gaze moved to meet Dark's, and he frowned. "Is it ever lonely? Being the only one to remember?"

They hummed, dropping their gaze to their hands. "Sometimes..." He paused to let go of the other's hands, instead opting to loosely hold his hips. "But I know you're happier not remembering."

He followed Dark's lead, letting his hands find a place on their shoulders. "You don't mind? Even if I'll just forget it all again?"

At that, he moved to kiss Wilford's cheek. "Of course not. It's not your fault."

He leaned closer to bury his face in Dark's shoulder, letting out another quiet sob.

Wilford didn't speak again, not for a few minutes, and by then, the pink was returning to his hair and the music in his aura was picking up again. He leaned back to look at Dark, confused by his expression, and lifted a hand to wipe away the tears on his own face. "Did something happen, Darky?"

He sighed, moving a hand to cup Wilford's cheek. When the other leaned into his hand, he offered a somber smile. "Nothing for you to worry about, Wil."

[friendzoned61]

I don’t even know why you’re so mad at me she was MY wife first you realize

[tumblingbackwardsdownthestairs]

Me watching Edge of Sleep like:

[ashcarmine]

Happy anniversary to this ????

[moonymoonsiplier]

When my brain is full of Markiplier characters.

[iced-american0]

Unus Annus

[foxtamer113]

He lifts. 💖🖤

Dark will never admit it, but he likes it whenever Wilford carries him properly. ☺️

[julesnichols]

Top 5 funniest snowpiercer lines

1. "Do it before god and all the fish"

2. "That your conversation axe, is it?"

3. "I know you're listening, you psychotic old goat"

4. "I know you're not enticed by all this because you're from ✨ Detroit ✨"

5. "I am distinctly underwhelmed"

*Also because there are so many and I have the memory of a goldfish anyone can rb this and add their own, just if it's from a S4 episode please tag the post with snowpiercer spoilers or another spoiler tag (I don't care about spoilers myself I just don't want my post to become full of untagged spoilers for anyone who does care)

[katiestardoodles]

Also something from late last year where I wanted to draw some of my favorite morally grey characters ✌🏻

[filmjunky-99]

r e m e m b e r i n g

Wilford Brimley

27 September 1934 – 1 August 2020

⚘️

[pic: brimley as blair, the thing, 1982]

[dizzybevvie]

Listen I fully follow wkm lore but like how the FUCK did he come up with any of that

[writtengalaxies]

Let's Dance

Characters: Wilford Warfstache, GN!Reader

Word Count: 274

Spicy Rating: Just a good ol' comfort story!

"What's wrong?"

You looked up to the face of a stranger, blinking more at the bright pink mustache than his sudden appearance. He tilted his head a little further to the side, a soft smile on his face feeling warmer and friendlier than you were expecting. You hesitated, looking at the rest of the party around you, before shrugging and leaning against the wall again.

"Nothing's wrong, honestly."

"Mmm, not sure I believe it with that grumpy gus look!"

"No, really, there isn't!" You shrugged again, looking back over the crowd. "Life is going...great, really."

"That's wonderful! You should be celebrating!"

"Eh. No."

That seemed to startle him as he did a full body shake and double-take. "Well, if you're happy, why hide it?"

Brief memories of everything that followed those good times flickered past your mind before you shoved them away. "Because good things never last with me...so better to not let other people see."

A gentle hand landed on your shoulder, drawing your attention to the slightly-more-pink-than-before man. "Oh, honeybee, don't be like that! So what if good things never last? They can't last forever. We have to take each good thing, each good moment, and make them shine so bright. There's plenty of bad in the world, but if we let that get the better of us, then there's more bad. Let yourself be happy, and let other people be happy with you." You opened your mouth to protest, but found both your hands suddenly in his, as he dragged you out towards the rest of the party. "Here, let ol' Wilfy take your mind off of that. C'mon, let's dance."

[ashtonisvibing]

dancing with old friends

OKAY, third time's the charm with trying to post this! maybe tumblr's trying to tell me something-

ship: darkstache/damien x wilford (if not outright shown it's heavily implied. also obviously there's wilford x celine, but that's just canon so-)

notes: i originally wrote... a lot for this- i've now tried to post this twice before, so i'm not writing that all again. just be aware that this oneshot is a few years old and so it probably isn't good. i mean i think it's pretty alright, but maybe my taste is shit lol

don't expect me to write other oneshots after posting this, i haven't written stories since i wrote this, so they'd probably all be shit-

The Manor held several rooms that were unknown to many of the egos that lived there; each of them locked away for... reasons. They held old memories that did not want to be resurfaced. And no one questioned it. After all, the request of them never being opened came from both Wilford Warfstache & Darkiplier. Although it was more of an order than a request with Dark, who had pretty much threatened Yandere when he asked why.

There was one room in particular that was locked up. It was a gorgeous ballroom, one that looked like it had come out of a fairy tale. Many dances used to be held there back in the day with various friends. It was once filled with laughter & joy; now it only contained dust & cobwebs.

For whatever reason, Wilford had decided to open the room again. No one else was around to question why. He honestly didn't know himself. He had just been wandering around the manor when he came across the old oak doors. Both him & Dark held a skeleton key that could open any in the house, which The Host was gracious enough to make.

Wiford took his out from under his shirt; he had hung it on a piece of string so he would always have it with him. He took it off from around his neck, inserted it into the lock, & turned the key. A clicking sound echoed slightly down both ends of the hall. The interviewer glanced around to make sure no one else was around before entering the room.

It wasn't as grand as he remembered, but perhaps that was just because everything was covered in dust. There were windows across the opposite wall, which each had red silk curtains draped over them, blocking out any sunlight that could enter. Around the room were white marble columns connecting the ceiling to the floor. Off to the side was a piano, which clearly had not been used in forever.

Wilford walked across the floor, hearing his footsteps echo in the quiet room. Truly Mark, his old friend, had decided to splurge with this room, seeing as it was more castle like than the other rooms. And of course he always insisted his guests move to this room so they could dance at least once during the party.

The interviewer remembered many dances he shared with Celine. The lady could definitely dance, he knew that. Those were truly wonderful nights they shared together.

He hadn't noticed he was starting to cry until he felt a teardrop fall down his cheek. He quickly wiped the tears away & shook the memories from his head. No need for troubling himself with the past like that. Those were happy times. That's all they were. Happy times...

"So, you've finally decided to enter here." Wilford turned around to see the body behind the voice. Dark was standing a few feet away. How he got in so quietly wasn't that big of a concern; Dark always had a flair for mystery.

"Just wanted to relive some old memories, I guess." Wilford chuckled. The demon across from him hummed in response, conveying no emotion. While yes Dark had the memories of both Celine & Damien in him, he never bothered with being so sentimental about them, his focus always landing on taking control of the YouTube channel he was practically adored on.

"If I recall correctly, you & Celine shared many dances in this room." Dark walked closer to the other man.

Wilford nodded his head in response. "Yes, we did. I remember how much fun we had, being the most lively dancers in the whole room. Everyone would clear the floor just to watch us." He chuckled & gave a sad smile. These were memories he had not touched in a long time, & while it was nice to revisit them, it brought a pain in his heart to think of his lost love. And yet he knew, in some crazy & messed up way, she was right next to him, along with his best friend Damien, all wrapped together with some strange... entity in one of his old friend's body.

They were both silent for a bit, just basking in the feeling of being in a room they had both sworn they would never open. And neither man knew why they were even in there.

After some time Wilford saw Dark offer his hand from the corner of his eye. He gave the demon a confused look, questioning what he was suggesting. Dark merely scoffed but kept his hand where it was.

"Dance with me."

The interviewer was a bit taken back by what Dark had asked. He was always extremely reserved, keeping to himself with his emotions in every way possible. He never talked with anyone else, unless it was about something that person was doing. Even Wilford, whom he considered a close colleague, barely knew anything about what went on inside that mind of his. And yet here he was, asking Wilford to dance.

Of course he didn't refuse. Once he fully processed the situation, which took mere seconds to be processed, he took Dark's hand & let himself be led to the middle of the dance floor. This was going to be strange for him; he was always the one to lead the dance, but the demon automatically assumed the lead position & placed a hand on the other man's waist, Wilford placing his free hand on Dark's shoulder. A smirk flashed onto Dark's face, but the interviewer did not know why. That is, until he noticed his cheeks felt a bit hotter than usual, indicating he was blushing. He tried to push it away, but to no avail.

"I do believe that to dance you need music along with it." Wilford suggested a bit quietly. If he had to admit it he did feel a bit nervous about doing this. He didn't know if he would trip up, or if Dark would trip up, or if something happened that would cause this to become a wreck.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to guide you completely, since it seems you can't dance without the aid of something else." Dark chuckled, causing Wilford to merely roll his eyes at the joke.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to guide you completely, since it seems you can't dance without the aid of something else." Dark chuckled, causing Wilford to merely roll his eyes at the joke.

"Then let us dance, my friend." With that Dark started to slowly spin with Wilford, stepping in time to invisible music. It was definitely strange, being lead around the room instead of himself leading, & the demon was a bit slower than he was used to, but the interviewer eventually got the rhythm of the dance & stepped in perfect time. After a few moments Wilford started to notice the blue shadow behind Dark glow brighter, almost drowning out the red shadow. Wilford smiled at this, something Dark didn't see with his eyes closed.

'Hello, old friend.' Wilford thought to himself. Dark smiled, a genuine smile, & opened his eyes, which were now a dark brown instead of their usual black & red.

"Hello, William. It's been a while, hasn't it?" William let out a soft chuckle.

"Yes it has. Far too long in my opinion, old friend." Damien gave a small smile, one that held both joy at seeing his friend, & sadness at how they departed, & their current situation. One was trapped in an old friend's body with a demon & a vengeful spirit, the other had slowly but surely lost his mind. This was not how the two men thought they would end up.

The both of them continued to spin in a small circle, William's head resting against Damien's chest. Neither cared if this seemed strange. Or, perhaps, even scandalous. They just needed to feel the comforting warmth of a friend. And it seemed a dance had been needed as well.

[flamingredanon]

Dont know if this has been asked before and Tumblrs search engine is completely functional and not bugged at all but is your Terrence & Henry thing based off of the Castlevania Sorrow duo of games where Soma is revealed to be Dracula that was given another chance at life?

Very heavily inspired, though the hair color thing between the two was just a coincidence to be honest.

It is just a fun what if to play around with and make scenarios from, exploring what Henry could be or what Terrence would eventually become.

[thekenobee]

Guys I *LOST* a post again- has anyone seen a gifset from Snowpiercer where Audrey sings for Wilford and Bess tells Audrey that when she sings, she can almost forget about the fact that she is a horrible person? Much love if anyone finds it xx

[rosetintedgunman]

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.