#wilford warfestache

[no-name-blu]

Finally I'm doing something

I'm just posting this to ramble how much me back in 2016 or 2018 would be tweaking out rn BECAUSE I'M SUCH A HUGE FAN OF MARKIPLIER AND TO MAKE A SILLY GAME LIKE THIS REALLY TAKES ME BACK QWQ

that being said IF I SEE ANYONE COMING TO THIS BLOG AND LIKE OR FOLLOW I WILL BLOCK YOU UNTIL THE WHOLE THING IS DONE

[weaselmcdiesel]

someone rb'dbthat cutesy pastel mumbo u drew. its giving trickster

Aye 😔 the replies also say Wilford Warfestache and CuteGuy

[aspirationatwork]

[Image Description: a digital drawing of Wilford Warfestache on a pink-to-yelllw gradient background. He is drawn from the chest upwards.

Warfestache is a tanned, half-Korean man with pink undercut, a curly mustache, and stubble. His hair is eccentrically wavy, some of the strands even form small heart shapes.

Wilford coyly arches a brow, staring towards the viewer with golden-yellow eyes, complete with hot-pink eyeliner. He is wearing a button-up shirt- which is unbuttoned- exposing a pretty ample chest on a broad frame. His chest hair is also pink.

End Description.]

as promised, wilfiddies !!

[bubblegum-borb]

Merry Christmas @anothermarkiplierfan !! I'm your secret santa! Hope you have a great holiday!! 🐦

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Cha cha real smooth 2022

Its Halloween season (source: the spirit Halloweens near me have hatched) so i can draw weird shit like this again

Original bellow the cut

[droiddreamer]

1. C-3PO (Star Wars)

2. Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony)

3. Jameson Jackson (Jacksepticeye)

4. Bluey (Bluey)

5. Athena Grant (9-1-1)

6. Figment (Disney Parks and Resorts)

7. Aaron Burr (Hamilton)

8. Mei (Overwatch)

9. Stanley Humphrey (The Sims/ Lilsimsie)

10. Wilford Warfestache (Markiplier)

TAG GAME— list 10 of your favorite characters from different fandoms and tag 10 people

(Not in any particular order)

1. Sean Macguire - Red Dead 2

2. Ennis Del Mar - Brokeback Mountain

3. Marty McFly - Back to the Future

4. Abel Gideon - NBC Hannibal

5. Basil Hallward - Picture of Dorian Gray

6. Nick Carraway - The Great Gatsby

7. Edward Wong - Cowboy Bebop

8. Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

9. Miles Morales - Into the Spiderverse

10. Karl Heisenberg - Resident Evil 8

Thanks for the tag @naughtydogg!! :0

Tagging: @space-twelve @myhillsdonthaveeyesbbg @rapidlydecayingcorpse @synthsays @zzz0mmbiee @thereareeyesinsidethetrees @sawzzie @sleepyzcrowz @nyctxnthus @transpotato5 and anyone else who wants to do this!

[mike-n-icks]

Warfestache: I'm innocent!

Me: I know this and I love you

[ravenswaypoint]

(WKM fic.))Fractured Heart, Fractured Glass (Chap 1)

((L’APPEL DU VIDE song artist Lorn))

((Part Two Here: https://ravenswaypoint.tumblr.com/post/675382633084141568/wkm-fic-fractured-heart-fractured-glass ))

I got caught in the rain, on my walk back from the pet store. I ran straight for the shower and stripped off my soaking dripping wet clothing. I let out a quiet sob, this day had been really shitty. Something caught my attention, and I paused. I could hear music and the muffled sound of talking. I wrapped a towel around myself to stay warm and walked into my room. On my TV, youtube was pulled up and Who Killed Markiplier part one started to play automatically. I frowned. “Must be some kinda weird glitch,” I muttered and turned the TV off. It came back to static. I threw my head back and groaned. “I can’t afford a new TV so you better fucking keep working,” I spoke to my TV threateningly. Of course, it didn’t respond, other than the continued sound of the static. Just for a second though, I thought I hallucinated a response. “You’re the glitch.” It sounded like a deformed haunted voice. I moved over to the wall plugin and yanked out the plug for the TV. “I’m just tired…” I sat down on my bed. “I need to sleep…”

Falling…glitching colors of red and blue were all around me. The air was cold on my face. There was a ringing in my ears, that seemed to get louder the more I fell, and the space around me became further compressed and smaller. I landed on the ground, it was surprisingly soft and Inviting.

A dark, angry voice spoke, echoing around the walls of this strange prison. “Don’t forget your debt.”

I woke up with my body in a cold sweat. I huddled my arm to myself and pulled the blankets over me. I couldn’t quite remember what I had dreamed about, just a lingering feeling that my time was running out in some way or another. I laid and stared at the ceiling as I brought my awareness back to reality.

The pause didn’t last long. My phone vibrated. I picked it up and checked my phone notifications. It said-Map location updated, new address. There was a little icon planted at the address.

I got dressed, sticking on layers of clothing. After which I spent a while staring at my phone, the notification, with a shaking hand. Wondering if I really was going to do something so stupid as to go to the address.

My long black hair contrasted the wet snow deeply, the fear in my expression hidden by it, and the hood I had that sat over my head to shield it from the cold. I looked up at a big gateway, which behind lay a mansion bigger than you could possibly imagine. The gate was rusted, and the driveway was covered in leaves. No one had touched this place for ages. “Here goes nothing.” I muttered to myself. I started climbing over the fence.

I landed on the other side with a thunk and a cry of pain. I landed awkwardly on my leg, causing a painful injury. I cursed under my breath and pulled my leg close to myself. I could have sworn I heard a chuckle, a deep voice that sounded ever so slightly glitchy.

Fortunately, I managed to stand up just fine, nothing was sprained or broken just a little painful. I was startled by the sound of creaking. The front doors opened up, just cracked enough for me to see that they were in fact open. Going inside the place, the energy felt dark and old, as if death was a very prominent theme in this place. My attention was drawn to a cracked mirror, and sitting on the table underneath the mirror was a cane that had been covered in dust and looked as if it had been covered in dust for a long time. As I looked into the mirror, my face was somehow blurry, indefinable. The image of me faded and was replaced by a dark shadowy figure.

“Hello.” The shadow spoke, causing my heart to catch into my throat. “Cat have your tongue?” The voice spoke again. I had this feeling, immediately after, that my life was about to be completely turned around in the worst way. “What is your name?” I tried to gather the courage to speak even though my throat felt tight.

What came out didn’t even sound human, and my lips barely moved. “Snnɐɾ.”

“Wrong.” The voice apparently corrected me. “You are the nameless one.” A shiver went down my spine as the voice said this. The image in the

mirror

changed. It was me, pleading on my knees, in front of the shadow being

My reflection spoke. “Please, take me away from this place, I’ll do anything, just take me away from this pain, away from this life.” The shadow being smirked a glowing purple smirk. I shook their hand.

“Don’t you remember where you belong?” The memories flooded back to me. It was a late night, I was very high and incredibly desperate. I remembered getting on my knees, praying to any god that was listening. I remembered seeing the shadow being appear in front of me, although, I thought an illusion of my mind, a hallucination. I didn’t care if it was, they told me things, they told me that they could take me away. I made the deal. I didn’t care about the consequences.

The world around me started to spin, my head felt heavy and the edges of my vision started to become dark. I thought I must be dying, and closed my eyes, allowing myself to fall, accepting my fate.

I didn’t die. I came to a soft landing, and there was a sudden brightness behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes, and in front of me stood the mansion in daylight. In the light, it occurred to me, that I was standing in front of Markiplier Manor. My heart started to flutter. This couldn’t be real.

((Come a Little Closer- Cage the Elephant. ))

[i-am-avacado]

You better get on the ground, before I BLOW YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW. ….Away.

Some of my favorite Abe moments. Such a great character. Such an amazing actor. He really brought Abe to life in a way i was totally not expecting.

[no-name-blu]

I'm gonna start saying a bunch of random headcannon dumps of Gameshow Host! Wally

Are they still headcannons when I'm literally the creator?

WARNING A LOT OF READING

Some (or a lot) of these are already known

1. When he distorts his body it hurts. Just because he's basically black goop doesn't mean his bones and organs are flexible too. They break apart and heal

2. Why does Wally still distort his body then? The asshole likes to scare people

3. If anyone tries to eat him (why?) they'll definitely die. Any attempts and your body will immediately have the urge to puke him out

4. July 19 is the day the AU is created, so it's his birthday

5. His wardrobe was very empty before the ask blog. Gameshow can conjure up his outfits so he doesn't have a need for them. But there were two fits in the wardrobe before, one is the Valentine's outfit. The other is a blue cardigan sweater with yellow lace trims, and a multicoloured pants

6. He is demisexual and demiromantic

7. Autistic but he masked it a lot.

8. He knows about the AUs. He has friends out there too. But meeting them will reveal the secrets of Gameshow Wally's past life.

9. The Gameshow is called "Welcome Home: A show about you!". Home made the title

10. It was Wally's idea to do the deadly gameshow

11. Gameshows about random fun facts and lighthearted comedy entertainment are his favourite. He enjoys watching Jeopardy a lot, and Taskmaster, QI, Would I Lie to you is also fun.

12. I always imagine the connection of Wally and Home are similar to a remote to a television.

13. In Home's "human" disguise, he has a cane. He's not used to walking around with legs after being in the void for so long.

14. Wally is a huge fan of Cecil Gershwin Palmer (From Welcome To Night Vale) and Wilford Warfestache (Markiplier)

15. There are a few moments where Wally is forgetting the Poppy incident and that scares him so much

16. The reason why Wally can heal and not die is because Home doesn't allow him to die. (Still up to debate if Wally can be killed outside of his AU)

17. Home can die. He's not stronger than death.

18. A way to travel to the studio is with the help of Wally or Home. They will basically no clip through the ground backrooms style and then you're in the gameshow studio.

19. Wally knows Filipino (because of me) and Spanish (because of my friend Pony, @\randompony03). But he sucks at saying the right words. He also studies sign language ever since he had Jexie as his contestants (@luannsanch_z on tiktok)

20. I'm not sure people are aware how incredibly smart Wally and Home is. Kind of. It's more of being academically smart but not street smart/social smart. You can ask Wally the history of sandwiches and he will tell you the honest to god truth

That's all I got, if you want more, I dunno-

maybe ask me questions or say you want more

I got LOADS of random facts that I struggle to keep up

[bones-and-tomes]

Nightmare Part 2

(The egos discuss what happened in part one)

“I just don’t get it.” Dr. Iplier muttered as he leaned across the kitchen isle, “Has anyone seen him like that before?”

After being locked out of Dark’s room, the egos tried to persuade the demon to reopen the door for hour or so before giving up. Now they were all, with the exception of the Jim twins, King, and Yan who had all been sent to bed, congregated in the kitchen.

“Anyone? Anyone have any clue?” The doctor’s voice rose an octave as he looked around at the others. All of them were carefully keeping their eyes lowered, some instead becoming far too interested in their drinks. With a growl, the Doctor slapped his hands on tables surface, “Christ! I thought we were supposed to be a family. How in God’s name do none of us have a clue?”

Ed Edgar rubbed his hands over his eyes, “Doc, give us some slack. That man has more secrets than a dog has fleas.” He moved his hands down his face before he locked his arms firmly over his chest, “Besides, you have no more a clue than us, so don’t go be getting high and mighty.”

A few egos nodded at that, but most looked just too frazzled to really have much to say.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He just didn’t know what to do. He was a doctor, more than that he was an ego that was a doctor, a being literally created to want to help people. Right now though, he had no clue how to. “But not even you Host? You know everything. And you, Warfstache, you and him have been around for about the same amount of time. You have to have some clue.”

The Host, who had been entirely silent until this point, clinched his hand around his glass, “The Host tells Dr. Iplier that there are some things he does not look into, and in other cases, things The Host avoids entirely.” He moved his drink to his lips and took a sip, “The Host informs the doctor that Darkiplier is a man of power, who has many layers. The Host learned long ago not to look where he was not wanted.”

So that meant The Host had tried to take a peek at Dark’s back story, and had been shut down in a major way by the demon.

Everyone now shifted their attention to Wilford, who unlike the rest of them, who had huddled together, seated himself away from the group. He sat in the window stile, staring out into the night, seeming almost oblivious to the conversation going on around him.

“Wilford. We are awaiting your explanation.” Google’s eyes were focused intently upon the man, “You are acting uncharacteristically silent. This implies you have more information than you have previously let on. It would be in your best interest to impart this knowledge.”

Wilford let out a chuckle, lolling his head towards the other egos, and locked eyes with Google, “Try to sweet talk it out of me, why don’t you?”

“So, you admit that you do know something.”

With a sigh, the pink ego stood and brushed his cloths clean of non-existent dirt, “No Googs. I don’t.” He shifted his gaze to the doctor now, and Dr. Iplier was struck with just how tired the normally inexhaustible man looked, “Doctor, you know how mixed up I am upstairs. Some days I wake up and don’t know my own name.” 

Wilford closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead before giving it a few resounding smacks, “I know I should know, I know it’s important. I know it is. I know it is.” He opened eyes again and scanned the other egos faces. “But I can’t. I can’t remember, I just can’t.”

Almost everyone in the room seemed to slump a little father into their seats. Bim smiled wanly, trying to reassure the older ego, “It’s alright Wil. We all know you’re trying.”

Wilford nodded quickly, and turned as if to leave. Before he could get very far though Google asked a question that stopped him in his tracks.

“One more inquiry. Do you know anything of Evelyn?”

Wilford seemed almost frozen for a moment, like someone had paralyzed him. Stiffly he turned back to face Google with an intensity that had been missing before, and he tone was filled with something that almost sounded like pride, “She’s perfect. She’s the most perfect thing in the world.” He blinked a few times and seemed to come to a shuddering halt. Wilford grit his teeth, his face scrunched up tightly, as he lay a few more blows to his temple with the palm of his hand.

Wilford’s words came out almost franticly, “That’s all I’ve got, that’s all I have of her. I just can’t think.”

Dr. Iplier let out a sigh through his nose. So, much for that. “Thank you, Wilford. You’ve done marvelously.”

The oldest ego smiled briefly, “Thanks Doctor.” He straightened himself, and glanced at a clock eyes widening, “My, My! Its almost three thirty, if I want to get any rest I ought to be going now.” His eyes reglazed into their usual madness. “I have a lot of interviews in the morning gentlemen. Might even have snagged one with the Easter Bunny.”

Silver Shepheard, who was laying his head on the table, grumbled, “Very nice Wil, we’re sure it’ll turn out amazing for you. You do always know best.” Shepheard over his years as a superhero had learned exactly how to placate the criminally insane, or so he said. Dr. Iplier had a sinking suspicion he just had a soft spot for the pink mad man.

As expected Warfstache preened at the complement, “Ahhh, Shep, you always know just what to say to a guy.” He grinned madly at all of them before skipping down the hall, and disappearing.

“Was it wise to let him leave? Even if he is having difficulties remembering he does hold our answers.”

Dr. Iplier looked over at Google, “You know as well as I do we wouldn’t have gotten anything out of him. His semi-lucid moment was over.”

Google stared at him for a few moments, before giving a brief nod, “You are correct. I simply wish he had been able to give us answers.”

“He did give us answers.”

Everyone’s head swung to stare at Ed Edgar who watched them as he picked at his teeth. He looked at each of them in turn, before letting out a deep sigh, “Ah, come on folks. I can’t be the only one that saw it.” When he received only blank looks, he let out a laugh, “Boy, it sure does feel nice to be the smartest one in the room for once. If you know what I mean.”

Google narrowed his eyes, “Then by all means Edgar enlighten us.”

Ed instead of fallowing Googles command, seemed to try and sook up a few more moments, of having figured out something before the others, “Why don’t you figure it out? Ya’ll are so much smarter than me, I’m sure you will figure it out soon enough.” He placed his hands behind his head, gloating to himself over this achievement.

“The Host reminds Ed Edgar that this is not a game that he has won. The Host further reminds Ed Edgar that whatever he has learned is potentially important to maintaining Darkiplier’s mental health.”

Ed’s grin melted of his face, “Shit. You’re right Host. Sorry about that. I got caught up in the moment and forgot the big picture.” After a moment, Ed leaned forward and spoke clearly, making sure every ego in the room would hear him, “When Googs asked him about that Evelyn girl, we were clued in on part of who she was. The only time a man talks that way about a girl is when he’s talking about his own flesh and blood. Whoever the Evelyn girl was, I know for sure she was Wilford’s daughter.”

Shocked silence rang throughout the room, and with Shepherd’s cry of, “What?!” The room broke down into complete madness. Accusations were being thrown left and right, voices laying over each other till they reached such a tremendous volume Dr. Iplier was nearly certain that the human world could hear them.

He had had enough of it all most immediately. The Doctor slammed his hands down on the table, “Quite!” in an instant the room had fallen silent again, as the doctor voice reverberated around the room. Dr. Iplier waited for each ego to turn their full attention to him before he spoke, “Thank you. Now Ed, please explain further. As you can see we are all quite confused.”

Ed nodded, “Well as most of you know, I’m in the business of children,” several egos shifted uncomfortably at that, “And by default that means I’m in the business of parents. I hear how they talk about each other nearly every day of my life. On top of that. . . I’m a father. Even if my son and I think pretty poorly of each other now days, I’m still his father. And as a father, I know how another Father sounds when he talks about his child.”

Silence fell across the room again, Google this time, sounding almost hesitant broke the silence, “Wilford Warfstache is well known for his sexual promiscuity. It is likely . . . that one of these encounters could have resulted in a child.”

Bim wrung his hands slightly, wetting his lips, “Okay let’s say that’s true. Let’s say Wil does have a daughter, why did Dark wake up at one thirty in the morning screaming her name? That doesn’t make since. Right? It doesn’t, right?”

“Maybe Dark had a thing with the kid.” Silver suggested, even though he said the words as if they tasted funny, “Maybe he and Evelyn had an affair . . . Wilford didn’t like it . . . and she got killed somehow.”

Ed considered this for a moment, “That would explain the tension between the two of them. I know I’d never be relaxed around a man getting it off with my baby girl. Especially if he got her killed.”

Google pursed his lips into a thin line with his brows furred. Dr. Iplier could practically see the gears turning in his head, “With our knowledge of Darkiplier this does not seem likely.” Bim nodded immediately, looking relieved someone shared his view.

“I agree with Google. I cannot picture Dark ever getting involved in something like that.” Bim bit his lip, shooting a nervous look down the hall that lead to the bedrooms, “Also all we really heard through the door was the name Evelyn, and that’s not much to go off of. I just think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. Besides did you see Dark’s face? He- he was crying, and he looked so lost.” Bim shuffled in his seat and he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t think a love affair would make him look like that. I just don’t.”

Ed threw his hands in the air, “Well do you have any other ideas?”, when no one spoke up Ed continued, “Then shut your mouth. At least we’ve made some progress in figuring this out. What do you say tomorrow we poke around the bush, and see what we get? Maybe if we give Dark the hint we know his dirty laundry, he’ll tell us something more concrete.”

And with that final comment, Dr. Iplier already knew tomorrow would be a horrible day.

Part 1 here https://bones-and-tomes.tumblr.com/post/170385120203/nightmare-celine-wakes-in-the-night-to-her-baby

Part 3 https://bones-and-tomes.tumblr.com/post/170417948348/nightmare-part-3-the-next-morning-it-was-difficult

Part 4 https://bones-and-tomes.tumblr.com/post/170455614303/nightmare-part-4-dr-iplier-was-thankful-his-small

Part 5 https://bones-and-tomes.tumblr.com/post/170498914423/nightmare-part-5-for-the-first-time-in-his

Part 5 1/2

https://bones-and-tomes.tumblr.com/post/170650199613/nightmare-part-5-½-dinner-was-much-quieter-than

Part 6 https://bones-and-tomes.tumblr.com/post/170663439958/nightmare-part-6-dark-woke-to-the-sound-of

[savagesam7078]

Further Thoughts on Warfestache..

so, not exactly a theory, but an interesting thought I had.. what if after the events in WKM, William is again, going around the house, looking for his friends, and finds the Jims...(i’ve said before maybe THAT’S how he got into being a reporter...) Who were still looking for their story.. After a bit of a standoff, he’s convinced the Jims are probably harmless..They see he’s having a hard time, and are like “Come with Jims, friend! We’re going to find the STORY! It’ll be EXCITING and DANGEROUS!”  but also, what if teaming up with them is also how his look changed? One of the Markiplier fan made games( I don’t remember which one, might be more than one of them.. but he throws it, and says POOF a lot..and he used the warfestache itself to fight evil..) has Mark looking for/using “the Warfestache” which gives him special powers...what if the Warfestache is a seperate thing, and THAT is how he gets his time and space bending powers? What if instead of just changing his looks and dying his mustache pink, he and the Jims went off on some kind of poorly planned reporter adventure and Will ended up finding The Warfestache? 

Like imagine Will and the Jims, exploring some weird jungle or something, trying to find out why people keep going missing in it, only to end up in some old forgotten tomb/cave thing, and stumbling across “the Warfestache” and the Jims are busy coming up with all the things it could be and Will just picks is up and is like “OMG LOOK HOW FUNNY THIS LOOKS JUST LIKE A MOUSTACHE!” puts it over his moustache and it like, gets stuck (like in the Mask, and he can’t take it off.) His mind was already pretty broken, and like in the mask, when it gave him those powers, it took all his quirks and who he was, and just amplified it... 

And the Jims, are like “WOAH.. Look at THAT! You know what we should do?? WE SHOULD MAKE HIM THE SENIOR REPORTER!!” “GREAT IDEA JIM! LET’S DO IT!” 

(hopefully tagging all you guys is okay..I see you all posting all sorts of theories and ideas.. thought you guys might like this one)

@caustic-synishade

@markired

@wkm-theories

@markiplier

[so-maybe-im-obsessed]

ego headcanon

to me, all of the egos have their own distinctive hair colors.

Anti: dark green

Chase: yellow with a green-ish tint

Dr. Schneeplestein: light blue-ish green or brown (i can see him with either)

Marvin: bright neon/lime green

JJ: seafoam green

Jackieboy man: kinda a blue-ish color

Dark: black

Wilford Warfestache: pastel/bubblegum pink (or dark brown)

Yan: red

(the rest of the iplier’s all match mark, to me)

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

I know i have requests to do but i received a few nasty comments on my last drawing of Wilford with the pansexual flag so i made this out of pure spite

Happy Pride! :D

[ambrosiadreamer]

I could be wrong, but hasn't he made two wilford centric vids sense that clip? Wilford mother loving warfestach and the wilford automated interview.

the waia was just something he made because he broke his foot and didn’t want to sit around and do nothing.it wasn’t a whole planned out thing 

[marksgoldenboy]

GOOD SIR,

I HAVE A MESSAGE THAT I THINK COMES FROM THE WHOLE FANDOM.

SIR THERE IS NO FINE PRINT IN THAT POST. YOU CAN NOT SIMPLY DECLARE THAT SUDDENLY TIME IS UP. WE HAVE HAD TO LITTLE TIME TO DO THE GOAL YOU HAVE SET UP FOR US TO DO. SIR WE APPRECIATE ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US AND THE COMMUNITY BUT WE LOVE THE CHARACTERS YOU HAVE CREATED AND ARE OUTRAGED. ONE WOULD THINK A POSSIBLE ENGINEER COULD RECOGNIZE THIS BUT IT SEEMS NOT. PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, WE ARE DESPERATE. PLEASE DON'T DO THIS

A COMPROMISE

100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.

Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.