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I have another version of the outfit that I’ve been meaning to share! This is basically the same outfit, but with a sunflower patterned skirt and a lighter top! Hope you guys like it 🌻
sunset drives pt 2 that i will also never finish
B1, with Wilford kissing Bim please?
Soft TV boys
Sorry to bother, but could you draw Bim Trimmer? You've never drawn him before and I just love your pretty style!
Hah I really haven’t :0

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#59 and #60, Bim being an adorable drunk and accidentally confessing his feelings to Wilford please
I really enjoyed this one not gonna lie.
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Prompt 59/60: “Damn it, are you drunk?”/“Just let me sleep in your t-shirt.”
Sometimes it was necessary to drink away sorrows. Especially when one such sorrow was Wilford Warfstache, and especially when another such sorrow was unrequited feelings.
Thankfully, he was a happy drunk. Easy to not feel sad when alcohol boosted you up.
Not-so-thankfully, he’d decided to drink in the recording studio.
“Bim? Whatcha doin’ in here? What’s with-” a clang as Wilford kicked one of the many glass bottles that were scattered about the floor- “what’s with all the bottles?”
“Wilford!” Bim cried, a sloppy grin appearing on his face as he stumbled up from his seat. He shoved his glasses back up his nose, practically jamming them into his face as he seemed to debate between approaching and just standing there. “Glad ya could make it! I have- I have somethin’ I wanna tell ya!”
“Damn, Bim, are you drunk?” Wilford looked highly amused. He snapped his fingers and a bottle appeared in his hands. With one twist of his wrist he snapped the cap off and took a long swig. “Coulda called me first.”
“Wilford. Wilford. Dude. I just-” Bim staggered toward him, hands reaching out, falling just short of touching him. “Can I just- can I just sleep in-in your t-shirt?”
Wilford choked on his drink, had a short coughing fit that ended with him pounding on his chest. He shot the show host an odd look. “What the *fuck,* Bim? You want to sleep in my *t-shirt?”*
“Yeah I just- lemme sleep in your t-shirt,” Bim insisted, lips slipping down into a pout before curling back up into a grin, as if what he just said was the funniest thing in the world. “I wanna sleep in-in your t-shirt and I wanna be like- like one’a those cute couples that do that sorta stuff.”
“We’re not a couple?”
“Oh.” Bim looked down, flushing a bright red. “I mean- we- we could be.”
“Are you askin’ me out?” Wilford looked interested now. He smirked at Bim. “Maybe ya should wait and ask me when you’re sober.”
Another snap of his fingers and all the glass bottles littering the floor of the recording studio were gone. “But, I dunno. We can watch a movie or somethin.’”
—
The next morning, Bim woke to find himself on the couch in the living room. The first thing he noticed- besides the pounding in his head and the incessant whine of the television, which was set to only static- was that he wasn’t alone.
Wilford’s arms were wound loosely around him and the ego lay under him, still asleep. His head was tipped back, cushioned on the arm of the couch. Light snores escaped his gaping mouth.
Just how drunk was he last night? Bim took in his situation with a fair amount of disbelief, and he didn’t dare move, just in case he woke Wilford up.
In the end he concluded that he had been pretty drunk, the primary evidence being that he was wearing one of Wilford’s t-shirts.
Dancing Bimstache?
------------- Another amazing fanart! Look at these happy boys just being in love!!!!! And the pose Is so dynamic! Are they about to smooch? Are they doing a cute lil dance? Both? No matter what it's cute!!!
Did someone say Bimstache?
------------- This is amazing! Wow, I never thought anyone would draw fanart for this little 'Ol blog!! Just! Look how happy Bim is to see Wilford! Thank you so much for your fanart (that I am in love with btw) and I appoloize for taking so long to post this! Tumblr never told me about it :(
256 Bim/Wilford
I could write an essay on what type of monster Bim is when he’s with Dark versus the type of monster he is with Wilford.
Ahead: blood, death, gun violence, implied CannaBim
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Prompt 256: “Wake up! Please, please wake up!”
One bullet, one bang! of his gun, and the contestant crumpled to the ground like the wimp he was.
Can’t take a simple, goddamn bullet. Wilford huffed, disappointed. But nonetheless he pasted on his game-show smile and approached the surviving contestant. “Looks like you win, my friend!”
The contestant didn’t seem interested. She cowered behind her podium and burst into hysterical sobs, clutching at the front of her sweater, the white of which was now splattered with vivid dots of blood.
“Wake up! Please, please, wake up!” She wailed.
“Now, now, calm down,” Wilford said easily. “He’ll be up and about in no time at all!”
“You’re a monster!” The contestant’s voice only rose as she sunk to the ground, burying her head in her hands.
“Whoooaaaa! There’s no need for that type of language. Look.” Wilford tucked his gun into his waistband. “If you’re so worried about it, I won’t shootcha. Scaredy-pants. You should be excited! You won!”
He snapped his fingers and a microphone appeared in his hand. He held it to his mouth and turned to the “audience,” which consisted of no more than empty rows of chairs. “And thiiisssssss is your prize! Bim?”
He gestured over to stage left and right on cue, Bim came sauntering out from behind the pink curtain, waving and blowing kisses to the audience’s programmed applause. He wore a bold grin as he came over and draped his arms around Wilford’s neck, leaning in for a kiss. “Mmm. Yes, Wilford?”
“Show the lovely lady her prize?” It came out as a half-moaned, half-muffled garble.
Bim sighed dramatically and pulled away, unhooking one of his arms from around Wilford’s neck so he could pluck the microphone from the pink ego’s hands, giving it a flourish over to stage right, where a stage-light flicked on to illuminate a pedestal, upon which sat a scrap of paper that had obviously been cut out of a magazine. “Ta-da! Your prize today is a half-off-your-order coupon to Starbucks!”
As soon as the words left his lips he was turning back to Wilford, kissing him fiercely.
When they finally did break away he grinned. “The bodies are mine, right?”
“Of course, darling.” Wilford purred, ushering him back toward stage left. “I’ll just finish up here, and then I’ll be along.”
“Love you, dear!” Bim waved at him, then at the “audience”- who gave him another thunderous round of applause- before disappearing again behind the curtain.
Wilford smiled wistfully before turning to glance at his contestant, who had crept out from behind her podium and was attempting to reach the door.
“Isn’t he just an angel?” He sighed as he pulled his gun from his waistband and shot her in the head.
Love: "Can I kiss you right now?" With Bimstache? (Bim and Wilford?)
46. Can I kiss you right now?Pairing: Bimstache (Bim/Wilford), Darkstache (one-sided)Words: 488Warnings: None (a little angst)A/N: I could not resist injecting a little angst xD hope this is okay for you!
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Falling in love with someone who had a similar face to yourown was a bizarre feeling, and honestly, Wilford hadn’t expected to fall inlove with anyone following the debacle between William, Celine and Mark, buthere he was. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it had happened, it wasalmost as if the feelings had just appeared one day and when staring at him on stage, giving the performance hisall with almost effortless charm, it had all fallen into place.
And who was this mysterious ego Wilford had fallen for?
Bim Trimmer.
It seemed ridiculous, but Wilford couldn’t even think of ahappier time for him being on stage then when he was either performing with Bimor rehearsing in front of him. The game show host was a bundle of energy andjoy, and matched Wilford’s own crazed pace easily, and it was refreshing tofind someone like that. They shared a similar taste in the macabre, and thoughBim preferred to use his reality bending powers over physical violence, itnever caused a rift between them.
And he made great food.
The only problem Wilford found himself facing was admittinghis feelings. He had been there for Bim through the heartbreak the ego hadfaced when Matthias had not returned his affections. He had helped Bim bounceback to his regular old self, but it didn’t help Wilford.
Nothing could.
He lamented his feelings to Dark one night, and thegrey-skinned ego snorted when Wilford said he wsa hiding them well.
“I’ve known you’ve been in love with Trimmer for a longtime.” He said, turning his head to look at Wilford from where he lay. Wilfordlooked back at him, shocked, before turning back to look at the sky to hide thelight blush on his cheeks.
They were lying on the roof, watching the stars and pointingout any constellations they could see. It was something William, Damien andMark had done in their youth, and Damien and William had continued it intoadulthood, occasionally joined by Mark when his busy schedule allowed it.
“I think I see Ursa Major.” The moustachioed ego stated,pointing up to change the topic.
“You could tell him you know.” Dark murmured, stretching andguiding Wil so he was actually pointing at the constellation, instead ofslightly to the right of it. “You wouldn’t have anything to lose.”
“Except everything.” Wilford laughed mirthlessly, and therewas a bitter tone to his voice, “He’s not in love with me Dark, he never willbe. I’m broken goods.”
“As if Trimmer doesn’t know that already.” Dark sighed, “AndI bet you’d still be pleasantly surprised. You can take a chance Wilford, itwon’t break you any further.”
“Well what about you?” Wilford asked, turning to look at Darkagain. “Why haven’t you taken a chance?”
“The person who I love will never love me in return.” Darksaid simply, “I know this, because he’s all but basically said it to me.”
There was a sad look behind the steely red eyes meetingWilford’s brown ones, and something uncomfortable shifted in Wil’s gut, but hepushed the feeling down. Dark had feelings for someone, and they didn’treciprocate them. Had he taken a chance and been shot down, or was it evidentto him that he didn’t need to take a chance? Either way, it made Wilford feelwrong to be lamenting his love woes to Dark, when the other ego clearly had hisown.
As if catching that train of thought, Dark flicked him in theforehead. “Don’t be stupid. If you don’t get this out, you’ll burst. Nowpromise me you’ll meet me here tomorrow night, and you’ll have told him.”
“I promise.” Wilford whispered, “I promise.”
Dark smiled and turned back to the sky, “Good.”
–
Love was a complicated thing.
Bim didn’t really believe in loving more than one person, butit had happened, and he couldn’t deny his feelings. For the entire time he hadknown Warfstache, he had been friendly with him, and enjoyed his company, and Bimwasn’t entirely sure when it had turned to love, but it had. Looking at Wilfordwhen he performed, or even when Bim was rehearsing in front of Wil himself, itmade his heart flutter and performances always felt so much more fulfilling whenhe heard Wilford clap whatever he had done.
Not only that, but Wilford had supported him through all sortsof things and problems, and Bim didn’t know who to turn to.
Finally, with no other options, Bim found himself outsideDark’s office, bouncing on the balls of his heels and waiting for the suited egoto answer. When he did, Dark didn’t even looked surprised to see Bim there, whichconcerned Bim, but he entered the room when Dark gestured for him to do so.Taking a seat on one side of the desk, Bim kept his hands still on his lap asDark took a seat himself.
“You’re here to talk about Wilford.” Dark stated.
“H-how did you know?” Bim asked in surprise.
“Please,” Dark snorted, “I know everything. Let me guess, you’rein love with Wilford, but you’re not sure if he reciprocates your feelings, soyou want to ask my advice? Am I on the money?”
“Oh…um…yeah I guess that’s right.” Bim mumbled, “Sorry forbeing so obvious.”
“I swear you two are just as dumb as each other.” Darksighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Go up to the rooftop tonight, and you’llget your answer.”
Bim blinked in surprise but didn’t speak. Something felt offabout the way Dark was reacting to the news, as if he was disappointed that Bimfelt that way about Wilford. Was it possible…did Dark have feelings for the pinkego? It would make sense to Bim, the two had been through so much together, butDark had never shown anything but cordial respect, and perhaps friendship, forWilford before now.
But, regardless of Dark’s feelings, Bim had his advice. “Thankyou Dark.” He offered a small smile, which Dark did not return, and took thatas a good cue to get out of the office.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he did. Wilford wasgoing to be on the rooftop tonight, Bim was sure of it. And when they met upthere, he was going to confess his feelings to Wilford. If he didn’t do it soonhe might simply explode, and he’d gotten what was basically a blessing fromDark to do so. Now, to wile away the hours until sunset.
–
When Wilford heard footsteps approaching him on the roof, hisheart leapt into his throat. He had spent the day trying to work himself up toadmitting to Bim that he loved him, and yet he hadn’t done it, and Dark wouldbe disappointed. Wilford had made a promise after all, and he barely broke hispromises to Dark.
“Before you say anything, I didn’t do it.” He said loudly,and the footsteps paused, “I didn’t tell Bim I love him, so don’t even ask.”
There was a sharp intake of breath and Wilford whirled aroundto find Bim himself stood behind him, twisting his tie in his hands innervousness, but with wide eyes and lightly parted lips. The shock on his facemade Wilford feel as if his heart had stopped.
Not the way he had wanted to confess, but clearlymanufactured by Dark to be this way. Cursing the suited ego – and secretlythanking him for giving him the kick he needed – Wilford tried to force himselfto say something else, but Bim beat him to it.
“You…love me?” He whispered, “For real?”
“I…yes Bim. I do. I’m…sorry that you foud out this way but I…I…it’sokay if you don’t-.”
“I love you too!” Bim blurted, interrupting Wilford withoutbeing able to help himself. “I…sorry. I love you too Wilford.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Wilford couldn’t help but laughas well, and Bim chuckled as well.
“Aren’t we a pair?” Wilford shook his head as he spoke andran a hand through his hair. “Well, get over here Trimmer, I want to make upfor lost time.”
Bim’s steps were soft and slow, until they were stood almostnose for nose, neither confident enough to actually make the first move.
“Can I…can I kiss you right now?” Bim murmured, “Please.”
Grabbing Bim by the tie, Wil dragged him into a kiss.
At the door to the roof, Dark leaned, his red eyes watchingas the two deepened the kiss before turning away and walking down back to his room.Wilford deserved happiness and he had found it with Bim. That was enough. Ithad to be.

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Absolutely! Anything you guys have PLEASE throw it at me! I'd love to have this community become larger and be more involved in eachother, so yeah, I'd absolutely love for you to submit stuff!
“Okay so it’s storming and I’m really scared of storms…can we possibly cuddle?…” and “I can’t help but giggle when you kiss my neck.” “You also squeak." Cute Bim/Wilford where Bim comforts his bf?
I enjoyed this one a lot. I love Bim/Wilford
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Prompt: “Okay so it’s storming and I’m really scared of storms…can we possibly cuddle?…”/“I can’t help but giggle when you kiss my neck.” “You also squeak.“
Storms meant something different to Wilford Warfstache. To him, storms were gunshots and bullets and bones snap-crack-popping and *murder.*
And while Bim didn’t know much about Wilford’s past- didn’t know how old he was or even if “Warfstache” was his real name- he did know that storms did something very, very bad to Wilford’s head and that it had something to do with where he came from. Only Dark was privy to those details, and he wasn’t planning on sharing them any time soon.
So Bim did what he could when thunder rumbled overhead and lightning lit up the darkening sky.
He was setting up for tomorrow’s show when there came the first peal of thunder. He dropped his props- an entire basket of rubber ducks- and immediately reached for his gun. It would keep him safe. It would fend off the accusations and shouts of *murder* and dead bodies falling to the floor. It would protect him.
A hand snagged his wrist, pried it away from his waistband.
The pink ego jolted from his stupor, surprised and a little irritated to see it was Bim who interrupted him. The show host should know better.
But Bim looked scared and not at all like his normal, charismatic self.
“Okay so, it’s storming and I’m really scared of storms,” he chuckled nervously, clutching at Wilford’s hand like it would drive away the storm outside.
Wilford puffed out his chest, slapped a grin on his face. He brought Bim’s hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. “Do ya need me to protect you?”
Thunder shook the facility and he flinched, hoped Bim didn’t notice.
Relief filled him when he didn’t.
“Can we possibly cuddle?” The show host spoke in a whisper.
“Absolutely!” Wilford declared, and with a snap of his fingers they were in the living room and with another snap there was a roaring fire in the fireplace.
Bim pulled Wilford down onto the couch, wrapping his arms around the pink ego and burrowing him face into the crook of his neck. He felt Wilford tentatively return the gesture, felt the slight tremor in his fingers, felt him flinch when another peal of thunder shook the facility.
He pretended he didn’t notice, merely hugged him tighter, pressed a comforting kiss into his neck.
He was surprised when Wilford made a high-pitched noise.
Bim drew away, grinning. “What the hell was that?”
“I can’t help it.” Wilford protested.
“That was a squeak. Oh my god.” Bim laughed. He did it again, prompting the same reaction. “That’s amazing.”
“I hate you, Trimmer.” There was no meaning behind it. Wilford giggled and leaned in to kiss him, but froze as thunder rolled and lightning lit the sky up white.
“It’s okay,” Bim told him quietly.
“You’re not really afraid of storms, are you?” Wilford mumbled after a few moments.
Bim sighed, drew him even closer. “No, no I am not.”
when your ships are rare so you gotta make the content yourself like some kind of ARTIST
This blog tbh
Bim: Thank god I didn’t send any drunk texts last night…
Wilford: Um, yeah you did
Bim: What?
Wilford: You sent me “TBH if you wanted your dick sucked I would volunteer gladly”
Bim: That… that wasn’t a drunk text…
Wilford: w h a t

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Listen, I love that slow burning romance as much as the next person but just imagine
Bim walks into the office after forming and as soon as he oozes out that trademark Bim Confidence™️, Wilford is intrigued. He watches with interest as Dark approaches the new ego, expecting to watch another young ego flinch away in fear, and is shocked when Bim just keeps oozing out that charm, not giving Dark a second thought. It's heart eyes from there on out. Of course, that doesn't mean he's gonna go easy on the young ego. If Bim is brave enough to go against Dark, then he can certainly keep up with Wilford's crazy antics.
For Bim it's just as instant. He sees Wilford, hears the confidence, and as soon as the ego wiggles that moustache and invites Bim to help him work on MarkiplierTV he's taken. Matthias who? Wilford is just so charismatic, It's everything Bim wants to be and more all wrapped up in a lovable pink goofball who's eyes he could get lost in.
It's not perfect, but it's love.
Bim lecturing Wilford after he hit somebody
Bim: When has it EVER been ok to hurt somebody?!!?
Wilford:[smirks]
Bim: IN A NON-KINKY WAY, YOU PERV!