#its where Waldo is

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

They (fans when this came out) hated him for this I'm certain of it

[randomfandomss]

Vincent Cardinal Benítez in every scene - Part 1 | Conclave 2024

[nyxthedragon225]

who even knows what luffy's doing this time 🙄

[putting-kinger-in-places]

you guys really liked that wheres waldo hate post huh. dont worry ive got a couple more words to say about that little red and white straightened peppermint swirl looking fuck but i'm saving them for later

[alenthe0neguy]

I feel like making s0me waldective angst rn but I d0n't want t0 draw,,,

s0 I'm g0ing t0 be writing s0me lines wald0 w0uld say t0 himself, while thinking abt the fact he kn0ws the detective's never g0ing t0 TRULY l0ve him,,,

and he kn0ws that

anyways here are s0me line's he'd js say while thinking 0ut l0ud t0 himself,,,

n0t while any0ne's ar0und th0ugh, he wants t0 make sure n0 0ne kn0ws abt what he thinks 0f the detective,,,

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"oh...how beautiful he is, how admirable, stunning, graceful, yet cold, hateful, and spiteful he is...and I'll never be able to have him. because he'll never show me that sweet side of him. it's always going to be the sour side. but I love him. no matter which side I get...because I'm not exactly picky..."

"it's funny how he's turned from having to just plain catch me and lock me up to wanting nothing more than to see me dead and rotting...really shows how I've changed him. how malleable his mind is...it's charming."

"he sure is something...he's as beautiful as a rose. or a cactus flower. you can look, but don't touch or you'll be pricked by the thorns which adorn him. like a permanent accessory for protection."

"...oh detective, you're the only one whom I yearn. no one else has my eyes and heart like you. and yet, you hate me so. you squeeze my heart as if it were a decaying peice of fruit, so easily damaged and unfixable...and you go and squeeze it as hard as you can."

"nothing on this planet could ever make me hate you, my dearest detective. I could never let go of you. not ever. you have me forever. and I'll not be leaving, not until the day I finally am exiled from this plane of being. taken by force."

"I love you, my dear Detective."

"and yet. those feelings will just be turned away from. never returned."

"I love you. forever."

[bitchfitch]

Tbh this is more me bitching about once again wasting money on a game I probably won't be able to finish due to cripple-itus but we're going to pretend it's a serious discussion on game design.

So to preface: my vision is fucked. Irrevocably. Like get discounts on insurance levels of fucked. But games, even very difficult ones still Often very doable and fun.

One of my favorite genres is "white dot goes on a combat platforming adventure" Ie metroidvania/soulslikes that either Are hollow knight or heavily inspired by hollow knight

And I just want to compare a Good white dot, against an extremely irritating white dot.

This is yi. He is an edgy cat boy. he is a good white dot.

No matter the amount of bullshit on screen or the background color, you can always quickly find the white dot that is Yi or his lil robe.

This Bo. They are a bad white dot. they look like they'd be a Good white dot, what with the really clear silhouette of their ears and strong red markings

This is Bo in the game.

Bo breaks the number 1 rule of being a white dot: they end up the same color as the background because neat light effects which do look Great, were more important than the ability to find you're guy while doing minute long don't touch the ground style parkour sessions.

Like Hollowknight and Nine Sols, Path of the teal lotus uses a lot of forground and back ground layers to create a very nice sense of depth. However the foreground layers frequently completely cover the lower half of Bo's body. often making them a light colored dot on a noisy light colored back ground.

The fact background and play ground elements are often the same color does not help. Nor does the fact the camera is . Bad. it just is. It zooms in and out in the middle of a screen making it extremely difficult to keep track of an already hard to follow character in a setting where. losing track of your guy means getting sent back to the beginning of a tedious boss fight or a prolonged parkour session (which to be clear, would be good if you could track your player character. not the bosses though. They are. bad. they need to attack faster, have more than 2 attacks, or at least have a fraction of the HP they do. so you're not just standing around waiting for them to decide to start up another attack to open a vulnerability window.)

And I'm just going to say it, Someone on the team knew the game had this issue. Because they gave you a fix that doesn't work. You can adjust brightness, contrast, and saturation. None of these fix the issue of Bo disappearing. The game is so blown out that no combination of settings produce a result where bo is consistently visible, and also you can tell whats background and what's something you can stand on.

Anyways Demos are an accessibility feature, and when they're not available don't be lazy like I was and just pirate it. If the devs aren't going to give you a way to check if their shit is busted or not, you'll just have to find one yourself.

Anyways anyways tldr absolutely Gorgeous game, Should've been a silent animated movie instead because it's nearly unplayable and the translators either did a Really bad job, or the writers just didn't get why the jokes they're copying were funny

[lonely-fried-art]

every day i think about my gumball gijinkas . gumbjinkas if you will

[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.

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@thatoneweirdowhoknowstoomuch wanted to be tagged

[mycherrycola]

goofy-ahh 90s cartoon drags me kicking and screaming out of my art coma? yeah that checks out

[zestlessrind]

don't talk to your local union rep if he's drinking by himself (I will not be finishing this)

anyway

[augustspisspoorblog]

tell me why i sat through the entirety of slay the princess aggressively recognizing jonny sims as the narrator but not looking it up bc i was like "thats just a british guy not every british guy is jonny sims" NO IT WAS HIM IT WAS HIM AND I WAD RIGHT PLEASE

[musicmags]

[alicewhimzy]

I found him.

🧭👓🔎

[ultramantr1gger]

one day i want to draw big group shots with a bunch of ultramen. thats HARD though

[ma-mariarie243]

I should put a random watermark on my drawings

[lnkedmyheart]

Fun thing about moving one year closer to my grave is realizing that sexuality is like glitter. Once you discover the first bit of your non cis/het self you start finding little bits of it in new places all the time.