#Lumpytouch

[alenthe0neguy]

what m0tivati0n d0es t0 a man

[the-tomcat-disposable]

Me and Mr Wolf

Did anyone order a possessive Waldo fic? No? Well I'll feed it the the 10 people in the ltww fandom then.

Summary: the detective gets kidnapped and Waldo did not like that (based on @nami-ramen's super epic art in this post, and the title is a reference to this song)

TW: brutual cane murder, kidnapping, possessiveness, unhealthy relationship

Where were they? It had been about an hour since the game had begun, and Waldo couldn't feel the detective's presence at all. Waldo had seen the detective clock into work, then begin scanning the crowd for him, and now... Where were they? If they were playing, he would know from the scent of their anticipation or fear, which he couldn't smell at all.

It typically took the detective far less than an hour to find him... unless they've somehow relaxed while on the job...? No, that's not very typical of the detective. Waldo knew something was wrong, and he was worried— for the first time in a long while, he was worried.

This detective was special to him, because they were not like their predecessors. They were surprisingly clever and played his game as it was intended (well, for the most part). If his detective got offed, then it would be a long while until he found another just like him, and that's not a risk he dared to take.

His detective was missing, and he would find the cause of this disruption if had to slaughter his way through. Where to start? Well, he knew that the detective was handling a couple different cases on top of his recently, though he never cared to pay attention to other criminals as long as they weren't disrupting what he and his detective had. That might be a good start.

He twirled his cane and appeared inside the detective's office, with folders stacked neatly on their desk and a cold cup of coffee that was still mostly full. Waldo skimmed through his open case files first, just to chuckle about how little was truly known about him— some of the text was crossed out or annotated in red ink, and the detective was correct about most things. Flattering, but that's not what he was here for. He picked up the opened envelope underneath it, noting the name of the suspect. They were said to be aggressive and had a history of harassing his detective before they were assigned to Waldo's case. Well, this just won't do.

"Hm... this guy is horrible at cleaning up evidence. Captured multiple times?!" Waldo scoffed. One page even stated this lowly crook kidnapped their rivals and and took them to a shipping container on the outskirts of town to torture them for information. That answered his question of where the detective was. The police around here must really suck if they keep letting this idiot get away when they know this much about him... well, he'll make sure to take one no good scum off their hands for good, and the detective will get the pleasure of having a front row seat!

Waldo grabbed the detective's coffee and downed it in seconds (what? They weren't going to finish it now, and it was wasteful to leave it here), and spun his cane.

'Stay alive, detective, our game will not end like this.'

...

The detective woke with a headache, groaning as they tried to rub their head, but their hands were stuck behind them. Ah... they remember. One second they were searching the crowd for Waldo, and then they were knocked out cold, and now they were bound to a metal chair in a shipping container. They knew exactly what happened now, as the figure of a suspect they had been attempting to put behind bars for a few days emerged walked towards the detective with a metal pipe in his hands and a gun on their belt.

The detective glanced around, with what little light the lousy excuse of a seemingly makeshift living quarter provided. This didn't seem to be a permanent home— just a place that this guy camped out in... for whatever reason.

"Start talking, detective. You know why I brought you here," the man threatened. With what little the detective could see of his face, he wasn't that intimidating. Certainly not as much as Waldo. They squirmed in an attempt to loosen the rope around their feet and hands, but to no avail, which earned the detective a hard whack to the gut.

"I wasn't aware there was a time limit to respond," the detective gasped out, then after catching his breath, asked, "what? Why did you bring me here? The only thing you'll get from this is another sentence, and it'll be longer with each attack."

"I want you to clear my name. Promise those assholes you work with that I've changed so I can be free, and I mean really free."

The detective glared at the man, weighing his options to determine which one would keep them alive while ensuring that this man would never see a glimpse of freedom. It was then that they felt a chilling and familiar presence from behind, the two sleeved wrapping around them from behind with a wooden cane in one confirmed their suspicions. One of Waldo's hands rose to lift the detective's chin, all too carefully for a vicious killer. It terrified the detective wonderfully.

"Would you care to explain this, detective?" Waldo questioned with a growl, "well, whatever the reason, this is unacceptable."

The man stumbled backwards, pulling his gun from its holster and pointing it at the detective's head. "You— I didn't see you come in! Stay back, they're mine!"

"Are they?" Waldo laughed wickedly, as his clones closed in from behind, mimicking his laughter, "because last time I checked, you're not their top priority! You're just some sloppy fool who wishes to be intimating," he spat.

Waldo's grip on his detective only tightened, as he tilted their head to watch the criminal, now circled by three Waldos, "watch, dear detective, and see what happens when our game is disturbed."

The detective's mouth opened to shout to leave the man alive, that the right way of punishing him would be to lock them up, to plead Waldo to show mercy, but all that came out was a cough of blood and a whine as the canes fell upon the criminal far too fast and viciously for the detective to keep up with.

By the time the body had stopped moving, Waldo had untied the detective, letting them stand up once the shock resided, though they collapsed to their knees and clutched their stomach not long after. They could already feel the massive bruise that's sure to form by tomorrow as they winced from the pain and wiped the blood from their lips. Waldo nodded to the clones, and each twirled their canes in sync and vanished like they were never there to begin with.

"You are my detective, you play my game," the freakishly tall figure commanded, pacing around front of the detective to lift their head with his cane. It was admittedly a beautiful sight to see the detective's face staring up at him, wanting so badly to make a sarcastic comment or ask questions, yet hesitating.

"Yes of course, this was totally unpredictable, right?" Waldo hit them in the chest with his cane— not too harsh, but enough to hurt just a little— and turned the handle towards the detective with a gesture for them to grab it. As soon as the detective had a good grip on it, he abruptly hoisted them up onto their feet with surprising strength, then hooking it around them briefly to steady them.

"You are damn lucky that idiot left plenty of evidence in his trail," Waldo hissed as he tapped his cane against the floor with a rhythm that mimicked a tsk-tsk-tsk, "and you're welcome for taking this problem off your hands. I expect you to be much more alert next time, dear detective."

The detective stared at Waldo, unsure if he deserved a thanks, electing to pat down their coak pocket for his— he stopped when the creature laughed and looked up. Waldo grinned mockingly and dangled the handcuffs that were in the detective's pockets the last time they checked.

"Did you think you could take this opportunity to arrest me, detective?" the faux human thing mocked, "that would ruin the fun, but oh how I admire your quick wit!" Waldo glared at the bloodied carcass on the floor, kicking it once before waving to the detective and teleporting to another location.

The detective groaned with frustration, searching for their phone, mumbling about how they hoped someone had noticed them missing besides Waldo. Thankfully, they still had their phone on them. They pondered on whether or not to call the police or their friend from the Science Division to give them a ride back to their office, and figured that this situation would likely be best explained with a second witness that they trusted to believe their story. While ringing him, they carefully watched their step as they stepped over the corpse.

The phone rang for a long time, and the detective started wondering if he would even answer. 'Damn it, pick up—"

"Hey, sorry for the sudden call but I got kidnapped— yes, I'm fine," the detective paused, "mostly— anyways, remember the shipping container— yes, that's the place. I'll explain when you get here. You're the only person who I'm sure will believe me. Plus, you know how to get the security tapes for the cameras."

...

Addendum:

Personally I hc the Science Division guy's name to be something that sounds (to me) like a lanky old man name such as Oswald or Arthur. I wanted to include this somewhere so I put it at the end.

@w4llyw4tch3rz asked to be tagged in the last fic a bit too late so they're being tagged in this one. Enjoy!

[starryayy]

This is probably my favourite Detective drawing so far!! ^_^ I love how this turned out.

[mercuryrevenant]

hes so

[thatoneweirdowhoknowstoomuch]

HOLY SHIT ODLAW'S (Techically it's Who's Waldo, but who cares-) IN LUMPY TOUCH WALDO-

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

Breathe- a LTWW fic

Inspired by @artmolonara ‘s post

It was funny, the little things they noticed after Wenda’s death.

The way they had no detergent to do the laundry once it had run out- she had done the majority of the shopping while they worked.

The way the rooms felt just a tad bit colder, lacking that additional bit of human connection to warm the space.

How big their bed was, without her in it.

But what they noticed the most, was how bare their soul felt with her absence.

They had never been prone to anxiety before- at least, not when wenda had been by their side. (All memories of life before getting together were, of course, a distant memory, fuzzy and dreamlike.)

But now. Now it plagued them like a persistent cough, lingering lovingly instead their chest, burning and itching with each inhale.

It was the red that did it. The horrible redness. It had been over two weeks since they’d last shaved. Finally, aware that they resembled a grizzly coming out of hibernation, they’d elected to do it right there at the sink. At first, the process had been smooth-going, until they hit a rough patch, and the razor slipped.

It wasn’t the pain that froze their heart. It wasn’t even the blood itself. Just the red. Oh, so much red. Red like the walls and the floor where they’d found her, red like the trail leading up and down the stairs to the baby’s room, red like the footprints leading out the back door (left there to mock them, they didn’t need to walk out to escape the detective KNEW THAT-)

Their hands were shaking as they fumbled, dropped the razor. They stumbled back, hitting the wall like a car crash, an exhale forced out of them as they sank to the floor, their breaths now leaving them in a series of panicking whimpers.

In times like these, Wenda would have been here. She would have helped them- held them as they cried, consoled them when they spoke. But now they were all alone.

Or so they had thought. The bathroom door creaked. Too absorbed by the haze of panic, they barely lifted their head to acknowledge it.

A low whistle, as if impressed. They would have scoffed, if not distracted by the sheer adrenaline, pure animal fear coursing through their body, filling them with liquid panic- the sense that they were hunted, tormented, that they were the prey caught in the trap of a much larger beast.

“This is a new look for you.”

They knew that voice, damnit. Their teeth clenched, even as their breaths punched and wheezed out of them, constricted and labored. They drew their arms tighter around themselves, as if it would protect them.

“…Detective?” More footsteps. He’d brought the others. Of course he had. It was almost enough to make them laugh.

Almost.

Their heartbeat was raging against their skin, a frantic and desperate drumbeat, refusing to allow them a moment of peace. They felt trapped in it.

“Detective… detective, are you alright?”

And no, of course they weren’t, but they couldn’t exactly say so, could they? Moreover, did he expect them to?

They registered one of the striped monsters kneeling in front of them. It was all they could register, primarily from the bright colors.

A hand reached out, laid on top of their shoulder. It sent a shock throughout their system, just enough of a disruption to fray the thread of panic.

“It’s alright, detective. We’re here now.” Then, they were held, long arms wrapping around them, but not boxing them in- more securing them. It wasn’t long until the others joined them, til the detective was totally held and embraced. Like a weighted blanket on all sides.

Their pulse slowed. Ever so slightly.

“Easy, now.”

Their head nodded a little. One of the Waldo’s was petting their hair.

“Breathe. Just breathe. In, then out.” And given a guide, they breathed alongside the rhythm set by the ones who held them. It became easier. More soothing.

There were five of them to focus on. Five different senses… five things they saw, five things they felt, five things they heard… five hearts beating in sync with their own… as their own gradually slowed, calmed, soothed, finally relaxed from its deadly pace. Their shoulders slumped in exhaustion. The rest of them soon followed.

“That’s it…” a pair of hands cupped their face, tilting their head up a little. Dizzily, they looked into the face of one of the Waldo’s.

“Hmm,” he said. “You’re hurt.” A thumb trailed over the wound, and the detective hissed reflexively, the pain only just now occurring to them.

“Apologies.” Soothed the Waldo that held their face. “I can fix that, I assure you.” From somewhere (inconsequential, really.) he produced a bandage.

“Lift your head for me, dear.” And mindless from the exhaustion the panic attack had brought on, the detective obeyed. There was another brief sting as something cold and wet dabbed at the residual blood, then a soothing sensation of the bandage being spread over. Waldo patted their head.

“There you are, dear.”

The detective looked down at their hands, fully expecting to see the horrible red all over again-

But their gaze was redirected by one of the Waldo’s taking hold of both their hands and squeezing them comfortingly.

“That’s enough of that.” He soothed. “I think for now… you should lay down. Later, we’ll bring you food… and we won’t even kill anyone today. Sound fair?”

It was too much to expect the detective to formulate a response, so they simply nodded instead, uncaring as they were lifted gently, by caring arms.

“That’s it. Just relax for now. We’ll take care of things.”

[randomreader92]

Lumpy has confirmed that Waldo considers it all "a game", which is why he allows others the chance to find him, but I haven't heard anything about what role he considers the Detective to be in the game.

@artmolonara @starryayy @alenthe0neguy @nami-ramen @itz-k1m1k0

[wo-andman-kisser]

Guys as much as I love Waldotective fics I am becoming steadily more concerned that y'all are perpetuating fandom misogyny by not paying attention to Wenda whatsoever and only treating her like a plot device.

Like I know she wasn't shown on screen at all and we barely know anything about her, but Cmon we can do better. As someone who is painfully aware of the RAMPANT Misogyny throughout queer fandom and fandom as a whole, I can't help but suspect that the lumpytouch where's waldo fandom would pay more attention to Wenda and would at the very least try to add more onto her had she been... y'know, male?

Fandoms as a whole barely give any recognition to women anyway so it's not a stretch.

[sh1zuk0-chan]

I was trying to draw this mf

[endead-art]

24.) One shots no mod OST character (prompt)

[ask-mallory-and-detective]

_[ERROR] [ERROR]…

_[SPLIT POINT FOUND]…

A Wheres Waldo (OC’s) ASK BLOG

Inbox: open

Rp: Of course.

Main Acc: @brewingcoffi

Rules and information undercut

>[Coding Character Selection..]

File_Name: [Mallory]

File_Name: [Detective]

>RULES

I won't do anything related to romance unless its with Detective. It’s not like I am against the impression of shipping and I don't mind jokes hinting at ships between specific characters too, I'm just not comfortable and don’t know how to RPing that sort of thing. no NSFW either for the same reason, but some NSFW jokes are always welcome. Just don’t overdo it, I don't want my ask blog to be filled with NSFW jokes all the time.

I'm willing to RP with other OC’s and crossover characters, Canon or not. But please DM or at least give me some info about them or the plot of the RP if you're using an au of these characters, before we start RPing, my knowledge of characters and you're OCs is limited. So, I might not get them all the time.

[NOTES AND SOURCES]

> OC/Canon Friendly, Crossover Friendly.

> I'm an minor

> A bit rusty on Roleplaying

> Can get overwhelmed easily, so please be patient!

> Responses will be replied with text and sometimes art like this!

[alenthe0neguy]

uhhh my like...2nd time writing a fic(I wr0te 0ne way in the past but it's ass and I f0rg0t abt it up until n0w...)

-——————_—{Chapter one!}—_——————-

it was later in the evening, the sun was setting, the detective was chasing after waldo, only following as he didn't really pay much attention to their surroundings as his striped foe led him into an abandoned building. waldo wasn't sure where he was going, only knowing the detective was hot on his tail as he ran. the detective had managed to grab his cane from him earlier so his main escape route was scrapped.

waldo continued to flee until he ran into a dead end, turning to face the detective with a nervous look on his face.

"ah!..it uh-..seems you've got me cornered, detective!.." waldo said, attempting to keep his composure, trying his best to think of a way out of this...

the detective stepped closer, reaching for his handcuffs with his free hand, his other occupied by firmly grasping his enemy's weapon and only true means of escape.

'Yeah. and this time you're not going to be getting awa-'

Waldo had suddenly pushed the detective away, him landing on a pile of rubble, which had something that was rather sharp as it jabbed him through his coat and left a small dot on his skin.

'GAH!-..What the?-' he'd try to look at what had poked him, but couldn't see the culprit in the pile of rocks and trash so he just thought it to be a shard of glass or a sharp pebble.

the detective swiftly got up, tossing waldo's cane off to the side as he sprinted at him, the detective punching waldo right in the eye, which started a fight between them.

they fought for quiet a while and as they fought, the detective paused, having to catch his breath. he suddenly felt...exhausted..? not really. it felt more like something else but he couldn't quiet think of the term. whatever it was he was feeling though, he was idle long enough for waldo to sneak around, grab his cane then teleport away, which caused the detective to regain his senses and attempt to catch the bastard before he got away to...no avail.

later on in the night he arrived home, just flopping down on the couch, falling asleep immediately, him not even really taking his coat off...hopefully he'll feel better in the morning...

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first chapter is pretty sh0rt

s0rry abt that

uh

I will try my best t0 make the 0thers ahead 0f this 0ne much l0nger if I'm able t0...

d0n't c0unt 0n it th0 since I have a fairly limited v0cab and I suck at writing💔

[the-tomcat-disposable]

Blacked out

Summary: Detective got blackout drunk one night and Waldo decided to check in.

TW: alcoholism, death of a loved one mentioned, unhealthy relationship (well, you're reading a waldotective fic, so.. That's why you're here, right?)

There's a good dose of Waldo being gentle with the detective.

Fics referenced; You can’t win me, I can’t be beat (chapter 2) by @whenthedeeppurplefalls, and Peek-A-Boo and Sleepover by artmolonara

Read them please.

The sun had begun setting, bringing Waldo back to that day again, when his clones payed his detective's wife a visit. The terror on the detective's face and smell of absolute fear when he told them that their family was in danger was addictive. He'll never forget how fast the detective bolted out the door, not caring slightly about who they had to shove out of the way as they reached the car and took off, sirens blaring as they disobeyed every traffic law to get home as fast as possible.

The kick that he got out of the detective's terror and despair since that day had sustained him for a very long while, and occasionally when it wasn't enough, he'd stake out the detective's house to wait until they left so that he could teleport himself inside and get a proper look through.

The detective left their son alone in his crib for unspecified periods of time on occasion, sometimes to handle a case (that wasn't Waldo's— which he was very displeased with) and sometimes to run a quick errand. It was during these times that Waldo would occasionally stop by to rummage through the detective's belongings, and if Jr began making noise, he would entertain the child until it was nap time again. Their favorite games were peekaboo and Waldo tried to teach him how to say his name, to not avail (yet).

Waldo had been wandering out of sight for about 4 or 5 hours. The moon has been up for some time and watched the detective's routine through a window plenty of times to know that they had put Jr to sleep by now and popped open a bottle of alcohol or a few and switched the TV on. He had hoped to catch one of the detective's other suspects "by mistake" and scare them into turning themselves in, but none seemed to dare target his detective anymore after the last one who did had "mysteriously" died in their cell, so Waldo decided to check in on the detective... not out of concern, of course, but to make sure that they were still actively playing in his game.

So that's what Waldo did. He stalked his way to the detective's house and listened for the detective's snoring before swirling his cane and teleporting inside once the television made enough noise to disguise that of Waldo's entrance. He took a moment to breathe in the smell of what once was a gruesome crime scene— and his best one yet, if he said so himself.

'How ironic, a "living" room that once had a corpse in it!' Waldo chuckled. He glanced down at the several empty bottles on the table with a scoff and then to the detective's sleeping body on the couch, watching the much shorter figure twitch uncomfortably. For a moment, Waldo wondered if he should wake the detective from their nightmare, but decided against it. Not often does Waldo have an opportunity to get a nice, long look at his little mouse.

He didn't know what compelled him to do such a thing, but he found himself moving to kneel on the floor in front of the couch, his face inches away from his detective's. He may have moved closer if the detective didn't suddenly jolt. That damned heap of electrical tissue thinks that whatever horrific scenarios it can make the detective live through in a nightmare are more horrific than the fear that Waldo can cause them while they're conscious!

Waldo scoffed, imagining what sorry attempt of terror was happening inside the detective's mind. Regardless of whatever it was, he would prefer if the detective was awake for it. Trying not to wake them, Waldo reached out a hand to cup the detective's face. His heart— or whatever he had in place of one— fluttered when the detective's face leaned into his palm and his body began to relax.

Waldo was unfamiliar with this feeling, and wasn't sure if he wanted to explore it further, but he remained there for hours, with his little mouse in his claws (literally), though they didn't close around them for just once. He occasionally ran his hand through the detective's rough hair, noticing a few grey strands. Being a now single father thanks to Waldo truly must difficult. He only hoped that this wouldn't distract the detective, as he should always be their top priority.

Waldo groaned and stood up, disappointed at the fact that his time here would be ending soon. In a few minutes, Jr would wake the detective up with a loud cry. The detective would stumble to tend to their son, and then stumble to their bedroom and fall asleep once again the moment he hit the bed. He picked up his cane and walked back behind the couch, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder at the detective's now peaceful form. He will enjoy watching the detective struggle through the day with the painful, grief-induced hangover that he will surely have— the thought of which amused him.

"Goodbye for now, detective. Our game is not over. I am sure you will know what to do when the time comes. You are much more skilled than your peers," Waldo spoke to the unconscious detective, before spinning his cane and teleporting with a flash. Moments later, Jr's cries awoke them, and as they stumbled to his room, they couldn't shake the feeling that something happened that caused their nightmare to subside. Waldo peered through a window as the detective shook their head and supported themselves with the wall, then faded away into the darkness of the night with a hint of a grin.

He will return eventually, but not anytime soon.

...

@thatoneweirdowhoknowstoomuch wanted to be tagged

[starryayy]

My design for the Detective from Lumpytouch's Where's Waldo series!

Also just an oc! I love them so much and I hope you will too!

I might post more of them if you guys like them :o)

Honestly, even if this post doesn't get attention, I will post more of them!!

[sheepdeprived]

HII!! I’m Sheep!! I’m a nonsharing Sans riako!! I’m non-binary. I truly am the #1 Sans kisser

I work on mods and fangames!! I make art and music for them and stuff!! Here’s a few I like to mention

- Musharna’s Soliloquy

- FNF: Funkfield

- Undertale Violet (CANCELLED)

I also have a strawpage or something

And I’m not as active on here as I am on Twitter or Discord or whatever!! GO FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER!!!

- I also have most of my selfships and their aesthetics written in my strawpage (soon to be remastered)!! Go check it out or whatever

- I’d appreciate if doubles would refrain from gushing about their yumeship whilst talking directly to me because yumeshipping is my main coping mechanism,, basic stuff!!! Please talk to me though. I’d love to be friends with everyone

I MAY post art. MAYBE.

I speak norsk, English, and I know a LITTTLE bit of Spanish because I’m required to learn it lmfao

I like Eddsworld, Garfield, UT/DR, Murder Drones, The Amazing Digital Circus, Gravity Falls, FNF, and so many others because I’m in way too many fandoms... I regularly hyperfixate on things so expect a lot of stuff about specific topics after I finally figure out how to use this app properly.

My main yumeship atm is KetchupWool. Read more about them soon when I FINALLY revamp the yumeship page on my strawpage!!

[mycherrycola]

ok in my first post talking about lumpytouch's series i mentioned i wanted to see odlaw make an appearance and i'll totally count this thumbnail as a wish granted xD