Seeing the World Through Mad Eyes @rosetintedgunman - Tumblr Blog

Est. June 2018.

Low activity, trying to use a queue Is not 'mutuals-only' or private

Side-blog to @dreamingofmuses

About William | About Wilford | Rules (Disclaimer: both bios are LONG.)

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Wilford Starters | William Starters | Memes New Here? | What's the Roller?

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#here are the important tags for the blog!#reporterheadcanon #colonelheadcanon #rosetintedinfo #reporterisms #colonelisms #intern doodles (mun art)

eilonwypamela

I've had this drawing sitting around for almost a year now, so I think it’s about time I posted it some where. This is actually the third drawing of this screenshot I’ve done since Heist came out. I was going for a spiderverse-esq style and a year later I'm still quite proud of it.

(I hope someone sees this 🙏 )

#(the way a tiny thumbnail caught my eye. OP this is AMAZING)#an excellent reporter (wilf)#(he looks so cute in this style!!)

briingmayflowers

It should hardly be a surprise when Wilford materialises into existence in May's kitchen with a grin like he's thought of the best idea in the world. "Hey. Hey. Guess what."

He looks at her.

His peripheral catches the date on a calendar somewhere over her shoulder.

He looks at her again.

"I need a May Day alert 'cause I get ta see th' cutest witch in town today."

Probably not his best comedic effort but it was a good, on-the-spot recovery. (rosetintedgunman)

May looked up and grinned, a crown of bright yellow flowers nestled in among her golden brown curls. She wasn't phased by Wilford's sudden appearance; in fact, she was delighted by it. Her blue eyes were glistening with excitement.

"It's gonna be May!!" she squealed, putting down her wooden spoon to clap her hands and jump on the spot. She flung her arms around him and laughed. "Blessed Beltane, Wilford! I'm just making some Honey Cake to celebrate if you want to stick around for a slice?"

@rosetintedgunman

#(save)#(THE TRADITIONS CONTINUE!!!!)#(featuring muns having great minds who think alike!)#(I'm heading out now but you KNOW he wants cake and chats)

@mementoshard - Pretend I posted this last week

Wilford might have been accepting his role as Santa better than he had in earlier years, but it didn't mean he was immune from moments where he wanted out.

Klaus, for whatever reason, had decided that his outfit needed some proper sprucing up. At first, Wilford had been all for it. His outfit was boring. Just fluff! That's no fun! The regular dark red hat had been taken off and put aside in favour for trying something new.

But... Everything was gaudy. It had clashing colours, or was too bright, or lacked pink! The current hat - a beanie with stuffed fabric antlers - was tugged down with a huff.

"I wanna try an' make my look more 'me'! I know I'm 'sposed to be a 'figurehead' but... I'm still me. I don't wanna lose that, even if it's a 'one night only' kinda thing."

Normally, this would be where he would tug his pink, curled moustache to emphaise the point, but even that had turned white and blended in with the beard.

#(this isn't going into the queue!)#v; looking for a scoop #mementoshard

“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” And one for the mustache boy—

@wolfvirago

Wilford, despite his bright attitude and his equally bright attire, was a man of tragedy. He had been thrown into so many roles over so many lifetimes that he had lost track of who he should have been. He experienced so much loss, died countless times, lost the connections with those that had once been the centre of his small world.

But this was not why he was on his knees, slumped over like a lost cause.

"It's a terrible fate," he agreed in a surprisingly mournful voice. When he lifted his head, 'sorrow' was painted clear as day all across his face. "Th' Roller's hostin' a party tonight an' we're outta lemon slices. What sorta host am I? A sham!"

#(RYN I'M SO SORRY)#wolfvirago

@sxmmonsbirds - Continued from here

Wilford slumped in his own chair with a long, drawn-out sigh as the girl gave her explanation. That certainly explained a lot.

"I've noticed that a lot with people. If ya don't fit into their little box, yer 'weird', yer 'not normal', y've got somethin' wrong that'll never be fixed 'cause they don't wanna accommodate." That rung a bell in the back of his mind of a man who spoke too loudly to be deemed 'acceptable', who was too tall, too unpredictable... Too 'too', almost. "Worse if there's powers in th' mix. They always wanna hide these kinda things, do everythin' they can ta make themselves blend in so there's no reason ta look at 'em." Wise words spoken from a man with a pink moustache that would catch anyone's eye if he passed them by.

Her comment at the end made the reporter smirk. "I only said ya didn't do anythin' wrong from a 'crazy' standpoint. Never said yer an innocent little bean who hasn't don't anythin' wrong ever."

#sxmmonsbirds #v; looking for a scoop

havesome-mack-andcheese

Boredom

#volume warning #reporterisms #(wilf started this. No question about it)

gamethecry

@rosetintedgunman asked: "D'ya need me to set ya up on a date?" Wilford has a sly smirk as he passes a business card for the Moonlight Roller. (bonus if it's Wilf trying to get Matt to go on a date with his wife/established dating partner)

the detective looks quick to the card thrust out to him , feeling muddled confusion and annoyance well up in his bones at the seemingly laissez-faire nature of the eccentric man before him . matthew had always believed he was a bit on the odd side , having a deep love for theatre always making him more dramatic and emotional than the colleagues he as surrounded by ; but , this man ? he was SOMETHING else . fair fingers close around the card stock , eyeing almost suspiciously before looking back at the ball of pink before him .

his tone is curt , nothing short of what you would expect from a man such as matthew , the detective , as he shoves the card into his jacket pocket . " mr . . . warfstache , was it ? i don't mean to sound like a stick in the mud , but i am not in the mood to be playing matchmaker right now . " his other hand is closed around a missing poster , holding it so it was eye level with the stranger before him . " what i need from you is any clues or answers regarding the disappearance of this man . " a strikingly familiar face to wilford , dear abe , all painted up in a fine grey scale .

" if you don't have any information , that's completely fine , but i do NOT need my time wasted . " if only matthew knew he'd practically been HANDED a clue .

rosetintedgunman

What was more entertaining than bringing his well-known eccentricity to the forefront when at the bar?

Doing this to someone who was very clearly not in the mood for shenanigans.

Wilford sniggered at the unimpressed reaction to his co-operation (what? He was being very helpful. That card has a name AND a business address!).

"Hey, c'mon, don't be -" Wilford started to playfully argue, only to politely shut up when a poster was shoved into his line of sight. He squinted, head tilting slightly to the side, before he leaned back to get a better, less blurry view.

It was a familiar face looking back at him. One that was sombre, and often not too interested in Wilford's light-hearted approach to their 'situation'. Yet all the same, Abe had never one told Wilford to leave him alone. The pair had found a sense of camaraderie in a world that hardly made sense when looking at it from an outsider's perspective, from beyond a story.

Slowly, a head poked out around the poster so Wilford could look at the investigator.

"I, uh... I know him. What happened? Is he okay?" He'd put the silly act aside for now. This was Abe! This was important! He could be in trouble!

#(NEW MATT TIME LET'S GOOOOO)#(Isaac I know nothing about all these different Matts so please feel free to throw them at me whenever you want)#gamethecry #v; looking for a scoop

rosetintedgunman

Regarding the design choice for Wilford:

#(so I just remembered this existed and since there's people who weren't around last year)#(ta daaah)#(if people are curious I can dig out the post that properly explains the design progression but the tldr is)#(most characters won't see the hair/beard changes unless they're childhood-magic-magical connected #or associated with Christmas/other Holidays)#(so yes; this means he's working three jobs this month: reporter; Moonlight Roller; and Santa :D )

OOC:

Psst. Hey mutuals.

I'm going to take it that if you like this post, you're okay with chatting about muse stuff on D.iscord, and that you're okay with me sending you my D.iscord thing tomorrow.

If the events of this week are anything to go by thus far, it's gonna pretty busy on my end for a little while longer.

... but do keep in mind that I'm not overly social, so I might not be someone who bombards with messages.

#(and timezones suck!! why does it have to be 11pm rn? ;n; )#(once again: the main is d.reamingofmuses)#(I wanna get past the post of being constantly wary around d.iscord. Gotta move on!)#(also once again: no I do not have social anxiety or anything like that. I'm fairly quiet)#on the tablet #(I figure it's easier to send them so I'm not like 'tell me who you are first')

rosetintedgunman

Do you know what he hasn't done in a while? Research. He hasn't asked questions. He's been busy running the Roller, and there have been questions left unquestioned! What sort of reporter does he call himself??

With December just around the corner, today is the perfect time to have a little fun. He's got his ever-trusty glittery pink microphone. Time to make others think!

#(it was my plan to do this yesterday but... something came up pn the way home)#(and the mood just tanked. I couldn't get in the groove for these)#(so I hope to do these later today instead)

Fight fight fight

#excuse you me (wilf commentary)#(he has no idea what's going on but he wants to see a fight)

With December just around the corner, today is the perfect time to have a little fun. He's got his ever-trusty glittery pink microphone. Time to make others think!

#excuse you me (dash commentary)#(sorta. I'm out of town again today but this time I wanna have plans for the travel lulls)