#wilfywarfy

[vermillionsketcher]

Commission for @wilfywarfy of their ocs Scotty and Aron! Thank you so much for helping me out, I appreciate it!

[rosetintedgunman]

"I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time, me! I know we haven't exactly... Spoken in a while." He'd have to fix that soon. "But I just wanted to pop in and say, from a fellow warfstache, happy birthday!"

-@wilfywarfy

@wilfywarfy

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"Well well, look what handsome stranger decided ta swing on by~"

It was a joke, of course, but Rose couldn't help himself. What could he say - he's a biased man. However, the actual reason for the other Wilford swinging by in the middle of an important day was not something to be overlooked. He grinned and ducked under the bar. When he popped back up, he had a smoothie in a reusable cup (decorated with familiar pink moustaches, of course) in one hand, and a business card in the other.

"Happy birthday to you as well. Can't think yer gonna get outta this one. Here. It's on th' house. An' th' card is ta give ya inspiration should ya ever wanna swing by fer a chat. Who else is better prepared ta solve yer problems than another you, eh?"

[puppeteered-poetry]

(If you so wish to rp! :) )

"WAAaaAaAaH!"

That's all that's heard before the heavy thud on the ground, accompanied by the sound of bullets hitting the floor.

"Uggghh... what the..."

Wilford looks up, rubbing the side of his face that'd hit the ground. Where was he? This place didn't exactly look familiar. A bit too dark for his taste.

"Uhm... hello?"

-@wilfywarfy

Two glowing, yellow eyes peered down at the intruder, pinpricks of light in the consuming darkness.

"Wilford Warfstache... Intruding again... Well, that's all right. I had a feeling we would meet." The watcher laughed, flicking on a lighter.

His grin extended artificially, carved into his face and stitched back together. Mushrooms grew off of his face and head, and the strands of hair falling in front of his face cast an eerie shadow on his face.

He made his way to the light switch, flicking it on. The dim light flickered to life, sputtering, as if suffocating in the heavy, dust filled air.

Now his long trench coat could be seen, as well as a horn, sticking out of the side of his head. He peered back over nose-pincher spectacles.

"You'll have to forgive me. I don't see many guests here that aren't family."

[freebirdyance]

Okay, so Mobby isn't doing that great...

How's Freebird? How's the lil silly? How's the sweet fella?

-@wilfywarfy

He's doing well! He's the head of security now, and he's worked very hard to learn about the new technology that has come out while he was in prison.

Ah, but I see that pink there! Most importantly, he can not wait to officially be Wilford's husband. He's beyond excited for the wedding, the reception... the honeymoon. Everything.

The sweet fella is happier than he thought was possible.

[freebirdyance]

"Such a wonderful voice... You surely must have a favorite song to sing?"

"You're too sweet," Yance says with a smile, looking at you like you're the most important person in the world. It seems flattery will get you far.

"Most of what I sing is in a language very few would understand, but it isn't about knowing the words. It's about what they make you feel. My favorite kind of song to sing is one that evokes calm. Where someone can stop for a moment and just... relax."

[freebirdyance]

👨‍👦(whatever verse your heart desires!)

"So, you're that dad, huh? Nice to finally meet you! Just wanted to let you know that your son is a lovely man, and he treats me better than anyone. And that YOU have nothing to do with that!."

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Anthony sneers in disgust as he looks at Wilford. "Like I give a shit, Pinky. Yer damn right, I don't have anything to do with that."

He moves his hand around like he's gesturing at Wilford and trying to shoo him away simultaneously. "Good for you."

[lost-in-gardener]

13 and 19

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13. How good is your gaydar?

Finn smiles at the question, sitting up gay straight and humming thoughtfully. "Well, I don't like making assumptions about people's gender or sexuality," they explain, stretching out their arms and chuckling quietly to themself. "But in any case, I would say my gaydar is pretty damn good. People are also pretty open to me about that kinda stuff, since I'm visibly queer, so I usually don't need to make assumptions when they're telling me directly."

19. Do you like your flag colors? If not, why? What would you change them to?

"I love the colors of the bisexual pride flag— I wouldn't wear them in an everyday situation, since pink, purple, and blue don't really fit into my aesthetic, but I'm definitely not shy about wearing them to pride events and stuff like that— in fact, I uh, have a little something that I'll wear to the dyke bar I go to every once in a while."

They pull out a small, rather plain ring that has the colors of the bisexual flag on it, proudly showing it off.

"And the colors of the genderqueer flag are really nice too— I know some people aren't really a fan of the green, but I like it! It fits my aesthetic pretty well, actually, so I'm more likely to incorporate it into my outfits."

[merrick-of-violet]

"Well, I don't know if this will fluster you, it gives me the excuse to love you even more."

Wilford grabs Merrick by the hips, and hoists her up, so that he can carry her with her legs around him.

Almost immediately, he's kissing her. Nothing crazy. Just a simple kiss. A show of love and affection.

"My angel... my honeybun... my sweet Merrick... I love you."

Before Merrick can say anything, she's being lifted up with ease, letting out a squeal of surprise as she wraps her legs around him. Gods, she did love being picked up, after all. Then their lips touch, and she practically melts against him. It's all so incredibly sweet that her face flushes a little.

"Oh, darling... I love you too, Wilford."

50%. This was very sweet.

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