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September 03: Happy Birthday "Thunder Lord" McGuy (One Piece)!!!!

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september 3rd - mcguy

debut chapter: 551

recent chapter: 579

epithet: thunder lord

current age: unknown

affiliation: subordinate of the whitebeard pirates

bounty: unknown

[optreasurecruise]

[maple-crusader]

Twitter really went from a respectable, company run social platform that was culturally important

To the biggest discord server with a disgruntled admin who keeps changing the rules and enforcing them at his will after banning all of his mods, getting mad over the ones calling out his shitty behavior

[deadnamedblog]

Whitebeard's sons

I feel like there was a missed opportunity during Marineford, just as Coby was awakening his Observation Haki :

there should have been a cut to allied captain McGuy, locked in battle with whichever viceadmiral.

Vice Admiral : Who are all those men getting killed ?

Captain McGuy : Those men are Whitebeard's sons, And his allies, all Sons of the Sea Who fight and lie most shamelessly, Those men are Whitebeard's.... !

And cut away to the next group of dying marines.

[swallowtail-ageha]

I wont abide to the theory that gwyndolin is the son of gwyndolin and priscilla despite apparently being some proofs in the jp text and the fact that it does fit into the mold of sadlady x (old) man who ruined her life aka one of my favourite ship dynamics ever mainly because i i do not want to think about gwyn fucking priscilla

[artmolonara]

Mixed - A Lumpy Where's Waldo short story.

Kinda a two parter story, featuring the first and last time Waldo meets the Detective. Kinda gets a tad spicy at the end.

Was inspired by two posts by @nami-ramen for part 1 here and part 2 here.

***Please enjoy***

For the first time in a long while, Waldo felt like he was in a rut. Truly, the game was growing stale. The latest detective, what was their name, McGuy? He didn't care to remember. That guy had hardly even kept up with the first chase before fumbling Waldo's puzzle. Extremely disappointing. Waldo felt it was hardly even worth the effort of enjoying the cries of anguish when he ripped McGuy apart.

And so with the 5th victim done away with... or was it the 6th? Hardly felt like it mattered now. It was just boring. Waldo almost didn't see the point of waiting around to taunt the police when they showed up at the crime scene. As if they could even figure out it was him by now. The notion almost made him laugh.

These people were all just a bunch of bumbling buffoons. They couldn't even tell it was HIM committing the murders. Sure, it was one of his alters and he had been completely elsewhere as an alibi, but that was the fun of it. Surely someone was going to grow wise. If they didn't, what would be the point of it?! Where was the fun?!

Waldo found himself groaning with impatience when he heard the sirens arrive. He leaned back against the park bench, foot tapping impatiently as he listened to the familiar commotion coming from where his kill was displayed. Slow police work as usual. He didn't even bother paying it any mind, watching the clouds overhead instead. Who's to bet they wouldn't even notice him, now that they were detective-less... perhaps he can start a bet with his other selves...

That's when a voice got his attention.

Waldo looked back down from the sky to see the figure standing before him. He beheld a young person, late 20s if he had to guess, clad in a heavy trench coat, and with a serious look on their face.

Upon meeting their eyes, they repeated the query of wanting to ask him a few questions.

Slowly, Waldo's eyebrows raised. He looked them up and down. "Are you a detective?" he asked, quite surprised that they would hire such a greenhorn.

The would-be-Detective's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Oh, how interesting. This one is sharp.

They then flashed their badge before asking Waldo for his name.

A Detective indeed.

Feeling that he should properly introduce himself to his new playmate, Waldo stood up to his full height, offering out his bony hand as to friendly greet them with a handshake.

"I'm Waldo, pleasure to be making your acquaintance."

The Detective did not seem as intimidated by his height as most. There was only the smallest rock back in surprise as he loomed over them. Still, there was bravery there, and brazenness, as they took Waldo's hand to firmly shake, looking him directly in the eye. There was recognition in their unwavering gaze, unmistakable. They knew. They had already figured it out, simply by Waldo's manner. How exciting.

Waldo playfully smiled, before leaning forward, cane behind his back as he bowed, keeping eye contact as he brought the Detective's hand up to his mouth as if to kiss it.

The action seemed to startle the Detective, who froze with a look of confusion, obviously not having expected something like this.

Now close enough for the Detective to feel his breath, Waldo paused to look down at the shiny wedding band upon the ring finger. His smile split slightly, revealing a sharp toothed grin.

"My, you are new at this." Waldo's thumb traced the golden metal, "Displaying your vulnerability, in this line of work, Detective?" His tongue tsked disappointingly, grip tightening slightly, "How foolish of you..."

The Detective tensed. A nerve had been struck, and in a spit second, Waldo struck another.

...

There was the sudden pain of dentin entering skin, and with a cry, the Detective recoiled, feeling a wet pull as they did.

The shock of what just happened was near disorienting.

Waldo had bit them.

Clutching the bleeding hand, instinctively trying to stop the blood, the Detective realized another horrific fact.

Their wedding ring was gone.

They looked up at Waldo with disbelief and revulsion.

Waldo just smiled back with bloody teeth, letting out a mischievous cackle.

"Aw, you want it back, Detective?" With a red stained finger, he pulled back his lip to reveal the golden band tucked away in his cheek, "You'll have to catch me first." A fiendish tongue lapped at the blood on the digit, apparently enjoying the flavor. Red eyes flashed with new purpose, blown wide with revelry. "This is going to be such fun ...Good luck!"

With a laugh that would put demons to shame, Waldo disappeared in a sparking bolt of light just as the investigators came running up, having seen what had happened from a distance. The Detective's eyes remained fixed on the spot the fiend had vanished, gripping their bleeding digit as they felt a dark curtain rising. What had they just gotten themselves into?

...

ONE YEAR LATER

...

The service had concluded hours ago. It had been a cloudy day, but the rain that seemed poised to fall never arrived. All the attendant mourners had paid respects, and left the graveyard long ago. All but one.

The Detective stood, staring at the freshly filled in hole before the looming stone.

It didn't seem fair, none of it, that this should feel like their own fault.

But even as they ran a thumb over the raised flesh on their ring finger, where the ring was still absent, they knew it truly was all on them. They had entered Wenda into this sick game from the very start, a game she didn't even know she was playing until it was too late.

And now the game was over, for her. Waldo had won, been the one leading in this twisted dance of his, all to a tune the Detective just barely kept up with. Well, they were done dancing... done with everything... with Waldo, and his... stupid, stupid game...

A crunch of grass behind them, but they didn't need to turn around. They knew.

Speak of the devil...

"It really was a lovely service." Waldo strode up to stand beside the Detective, who kept staring at the grave, "Shame I couldn't attend. I would have loved to give a eulogy."

A red rose was tossed onto the dirt. The rose didn't look like it had originally been red.

"I'm technically not supposed to be here, you know. But it didn't feel right, not saying goodbye."

So he came to gloat... couldn't help himself... the bastard...

The lack of response and reaction from the Detective was obviously not what Waldo was expecting or wanting.

"Off the clock, Detective? Come now, this may be our last chance to talk for a while." He rounded on them, cane planting in the soil, "And I didn't take you for a sore loser."

The Detective didn't look up, staring through his tormentor, seeing only red and white, then just red as inside something bubbled and stormed. There was so much to say, to shout, to scream, but what would be the point of it? They lost her... the one light in this maelstrom Waldo had unleashed onto their life, the one who listened to their theories and comforted them when they had vented frustration at just narrowly catching the monster. With her, the constant chase had been bearable... but now... It wasn't fun anymore.

The clouds metaphorically broke, and their vision went cloudy.

...

Oh dear, have I broken them?

Waldo watched as tears began to roll down the Detective's cheeks. It was a rather strange sight. They were normally so stoic, though he supposed given the situation it was understandable. It almost tugged at Waldo's heartstrings, if he had any. Still...

He reached out a hand, lithe fingers cupping the Detective's cheek, brushing away a few stray drops. Tired eyes looked into his, within their depths was a seething hatred.

There's the Detective he knew...

"You've been an admirable opponent." Waldo smirked as he retracted his hand behind his back, "And because of that, you deserve a consolation prize."

Waldo watched the Detective's expression intently as he leaned forward, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, upon which the Detective's lost wedding band rested, as if presented on a velvet pillow.

The Detective's outraged face did not disappoint. But at the step forward and reach, Waldo retracted.

"Ah, ah, ah, Detective," Waldo chided, a bit mumbled as he rolled the ring around in his mouth, "I have one final game for you. If you play, you'll get it back. No tricks."

The Detective didn't seem amused, but didn't protest either. Excellent.

"All you have to do," Waldo instructed as he leaned in closer, "is take it. But one condition:" He came even closer, halting the Detective's step back by reaching his cane behind them, steady as a wall against their spine, trapping. They were near nose to nose now, and with a Cheshire grin, Waldo whispered the rule.

"No handsss," he purred, opening his mouth again to show off the prize behind fangs, the gold swaying on the end of a tongue in a cobra-like motion. A dark chuckle vibrated from the depths Waldo's throat as he awaited to see what the Detective would do.

...

So, it had come down to this.

A poetic end cap to the dance, just as how it began. Waldo was nothing if not a stickler for the theatrics. But this was almost a step too far. Dare say, desperate?

Waldo's flirtations had not been lost on the Detective throughout the course of their investigation. At first, the Detective believed it was just a sick way Waldo played with his food, as it were. A way of juvenile taunting and an attempt to make them uncomfortable. And while it still was most certainly all that, the Detective had developed a suspicion that there was indeed some genuineness to it. That the monster had a sick fondness for them, as one would have for a favorite toy.

And now, the last game, the last attempt at getting a rise out of the Detective, to revel in their humiliation while satisfying some twisted attraction.

The Detective had a mind to knee Waldo right where the sun don't shine, and leave.

But...

The band clacked as Waldo rolled it along his teeth, gleaming in the faint light with the memory of a promise. They couldn't leave the last bit of Wenda in the maw of her murder. And if they had to play into Waldo's Bug's Bunny bullshit, than so be it.

"Cold feet, Detective?" Waldo goaded them as the Detective steeled themselves, "You know, maybe I'll just keep it, a little something to remember Wenda b-" The Detective lunged forward.

...

There were times when Waldo didn't look ahead. As useful as it was to know the outcome of everything, sometimes he liked to be surprised. Most of those times as of late had been centered around the Detective, as they always proved themselves to be smarter and cleverer than Waldo could even anticipate, able to solve every puzzle, every feat, things most normal people wouldn't even be capable of overcoming. But their Detective wasn't like most people.

And yet, knowing this, they still continued to blindside the maniac in those tiny moments. Waldo had predicted that with such a request, the situation and blatant insult to Wenda's memory would cause the Detective to attack him. Waldo's intent was to leave one last bloody mark on his pursuer, just as he had when they met, the final laugh to leave them chasing forever after.

But instead, a searing pair of lips collided with his own.

For the first time in a very, very... actually, Waldo wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this stunned before. They... they were...

The Detective took advantage of Waldo's sudden astonishment to quickly try and fish out the ring. Teeth clattered together painfully, a tongue seeking out a metal prize, trying to not think about where it currently was.

Waldo quickly recovered, however, and instantly overtook them. Leaning further forward, he tipped the Detective back, delving his tongue muscles past his opponent's jaw, pinning the ring to the roof of their mouth.

Neither party closed their eyes as the game of keep away continued.

Waldo took advantage of this moment to explore a bit, and learned a few new interesting things.

Oh, they have Carabelli Cusps, how cute...

His chuckle rattled down the Detective's throat, causing them to decide to stop playing fair.

Teeth snapped shut on Waldo's tongue, sinking into it hard, but not enough to sever. An admirable attempt, but a bit of pain would not dissuade him.

Yet as the feel of blood began to rush out from the bite, a realization crossed Waldo's mind.

My blood, in their mouth...

The mere though of it... Waldo's eyes fluttered shut with a soft noise.

The distraction was all the Detective needed to wrestle the ring away.

Red eyes shot open. Startled and furious at the outcome, Waldo bit the Detective's lip as they pulled themselves away, hell-bent on having the last word.

The Detective fell back, landing on the fresh tilled earth, crushing the rose.

Waldo stood frozen above, cane in a knuckle white grip.

They both raced to catch their breath. Blood dripped down their chins.

Finally their eyes refocused on each other. For a moment, nothing was said.

Then Waldo smiled, at first wicked and devilish, but then, it softened to just one of wonderment, of appreciation.

"Goodbye, Detective," Waldo sighed, a single exhale of a laugh released before he disappeared, the static leaving the air around the Detective electric.

...

After laying there for a good 5 minutes, the Detective finally plucked the wedding band out of their bleeding mouth, starting at it against the pale white sky for 5 minutes more.

Disoriented, they allowed their thoughts to drift to memories. While Wenda should have been what they saw when looking at this symbolic memento of a bond stronger than death, all they saw now through the golden circle was stains of red, and a laughing smile, along with something else worming it's way to parts of their brain, to root there and never leave.

No, they wouldn't let it.

The Detective slid the wedding ring back onto it's rightful finger.

But it wouldn't fit.

Try as they might, they couldn't get it past the scar Waldo left them.

A laugh echoed back out their throat, weak and rattled, slowly devolving into shuddering sobs to the void white sky. Tears compensated for rain that would not fall.

A rose's thorns dug in deep, promising never to let go.

...

Waldo reappeared in a park, far away. It was a familiar place, nostalgic, where they had first met, the Detective and him. And here, the bench...

A step forward, Waldo stumbled, quickly catching himself with his cane.

Weak in the knees, really...?

But his mind was spinning. It was so... so...

He couldn't find the words.

He sat down on the bench, trying to center himself.

It was over, his little side mission concluded. The fun was done.

His tongue licked his lips thoughtfully, derailing everything as the taste of blood overwhelmed him.

But not just any blood.

The Detective's... and his own.

He mixed the two together on his tongue, a delicious mocktail. The bite the Detective had delivered there throbbed with a pleasant pain.

Losing himself in it, he began tracing his own lips with the tips of his fingers, reliving the sensations, before leaning his head back and swallowing. Eyes closed as fingertips traced the path down his throat, resting over his racing heart.

Detective...

Waldo clutched his chest, letting out a shuddering sigh, his other hand on his forehead as the world spun.

Oh, sweet, sweet Detective...

A raindrop hit his spectacles, and he opened his eyes, just as the sky opened above.

And in the downpour, Waldo laughed, all while shaking his head in disbelief, an inescapable truth bubbling up from within, a fact that he never thought would be possible, not for him, not ever. But even so, there it was, etched across his very soul.

I'm going to miss you...

The drops landing on his tongue were salty, like tears.

...

These were going to be the longest 3 years of Waldo's life.

~Fin~

ALL RIGHT, DONE! God that was charged, no pun, haha! :0) These two, I swear. I went for the good seasoning for this dish, hope you all liked it!

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[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

Thief!

- a Lumpytouch Where’s Waldo fic

Rated T for language and very mild content

Summary: Waldo steals something from the detective.

This fic contains: canon typical violence, mention of blood, nonconsensual kissing, and swearing.

——-

Icy wind rushed around the detective as he raced down the dark alleyway. He was hot on the striped killer's tail after yet another bloody crime scene was discovered, and this time he wasn’t going to let him get away. This time, he was so close he could practically reach out and touch him.

“ Stop!” The detective shouted, fully aware he wouldn’t be listened to. He knew damn well Waldo would never surrender himself. It didn’t stop him from trying, though. Too many people had died from this monster.

For once, though, fortune seemed to be on his side. He was gaining on Waldo, his prize now drawing closer and closer, his skin crawling in anticipation of finally putting an end to Waldo’s reign of terror. His heart leapt in excitement as the sight of a chain link fence came into view- Waldo wouldn’t be able to get past that. Climbing it would take him time- time for the detective to shoot him, or even grab him.

The detective smiled bitterly. No matter how the night ended, he knew one thing for sure- Waldo would be behind bars. The monster who killed his friend would pay for his crimes at last.

As the gate- and Waldo- drew nearer, Waldo suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Startled, the detective had to stumble to avoid crashing into him. He staggered back a few feet, not terribly eager to have skin to skin contact with the killer.

Waldo paused for a moment, then turned to face him, wide smile never leaving his face.

“Well, detective.” He said. “I guess there’s nowhere for me to run.” He cocked his head. “Oh, whatever will I do?”

The detective didn’t bother dignifying that with an answer. Instead, he reached into his holster, pulling his gun on the criminal.

“You are under arrest.” The detective began, a little overeager. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you-”

Waldo silently watched him with the eyes of a hungry animal, quiet and hunting. It filled the detective with unease, and he clutched his gun tighter, raising it to point higher.

“Put your hands up.” The detective commanded. Waldo tilted his head in a rather sickening way. His hands remained limp by his sides, clutching his cane. “ Put your hands up, dammit!” The detective raised his voice. Waldo’s grin widened.

“ PUT-”

“You’re young, aren’t you?” Waldo interrupted. Confused, the detective faltered.

“Wh-”

“I like you.” Waldo continued. “Oh, I like you so much better than McGuy, Detective.”

The detective reddened in… anger? Had to be. He thrust his gun at the killer once again. “Shut the fuck up. Last warning, then I shoot-”

Waldo was clearly not listening. His eyes flicked up to something behind the detective- just over his head. Before the detective had connected the dots, something hard and rounded hooked around his neck, yanking him backwards. Shit! How could he let his guard down enough to forget about the doppelgangers? He cried out roughly, a hoarse “ NO!” As he fell flat. In the few seconds he scrambled to get to his feet, he heard a telltale crack of static that had him swearing through clenched teeth. As he stood, he now saw what should have been so evident before- Waldo was now standing on the other side of the fence, grinning at him from between the metal bars.

“Oh, how embarrassing for you.” Waldo said with a chuckle. “That’s going to leave a mark.”

The detective scowled, rushing forward to grasp at the bars of the fence. Waldo stepped back, though he didn’t exactly need to. They both knew the Detective had no way of getting him now. Frustrated, the detective gave the fence a rattle. Nothing.

“You bastard.” He snarled, clawing out through a gap to attempt to get even the slightest grasp on the killer. No luck. Waldo openly laughed this time, reminded more of a kitten pawing through the door of its cage.

“Oh, you’re a sight, detective.” He chuckled, leaning forward. “I’m going to look forward to our next meeting.”

The detective snarled again, this time managing to fit his (rather thin) arm through a gap in the fence to allow him to get closer to the killer. It seemed being on the smaller side had its advantages after all. This time, he managed to grab onto his sweater.

However… This didn’t work to his advantage after all. In a fluid motion, Waldo grabbed onto his arm, pulled him flush against the gate, and-

Kissed him through the gap.

Completely taken off guard, the detective’s mind went blank for just a moment, arms going limp, caught in Waldo’s grasp like an animal in a trap, eyes snapping open as Waldo kissed him. About two seconds later, realization and sanity kicked in. The detective squirmed frantically in Waldo’s hold, arm caught tightly in the killer’s steel grip. Disgusted (and strangely warm?) He yanked his head back, gasping for breath as Waldo cackled. He attempted to pull back, but Waldo simply yanked his arm again, once again pulling him flat against the fence. The detective gasped.

“You son of a bitch- let me go! What the hell is wrong with y-” And then, Waldo's other hand had caught his chin through another gap in the fence. The detective tensed, almost preparing for another kiss like the first, but this time Waldo simply… observed him. (Admiring him?) The Detective flinched, eyes closing instinctively.

Waldo turned his face this way and that for a moment, then snickered, releasing him, at last. With a choking gasp, the detective yanked his arm back before Waldo could change his mind. Then, he took several steps back. He wasn’t sure what that had been, or why he felt the way he did- all warm, dizzy, confused…

Waldo rested his weight on his cane, smirking after him so condescendingly. “You’re so much better.” He repeated. “Much better than McGuy.” Then, he tapped his cane. “I would say you enjoyed that.”

Frantic, confused, aroused, The detective frantically shook his head, then quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. (The thought had only just occurred to him.) “No.” He babbled. “No. No. You’re wrong.”

Waldo grinned, glasses reflecting like accusing spotlights. “Whatever you say, my sweet.” Then, he playfully waggled his fingers at him. “Run along, now. We both know you won’t catch me tonight… And you have a body to clean up.” Then, arms spread wide, he disappeared with yet another staticky crack as he disappeared, leaving the Detective alone, red in the face, panting, and terribly confused.

What was that?

…What was he going to tell Wenda?

———

Originally I had planned for this to be a 5 + 1 fic of all the different times Waldo had stolen a kiss from the detective, but I wanted to just hurry and get this posted. That being said, if you WOULD like to see this fic continued in that way, let me know.

[sisyphean-tragedian]

[i'm New here... decided that my first contribution to this fandom should be a piece about that time waldo made the detective disarm bombs. i hope it is Enjoyable...]

The detective sped along the highway. They had found a startlingly red note in their office, signed by Waldo, telling them to come to the campground. The detective was still reeling from the discovery of Detective McGuy, and they were desperate to catch Waldo before any more harm was done. They got to the lot of the campground about five minutes later, parked their car, got out, and started scanning the crowd for the red and white they knew signified the killer.

Stunningly, there were no bodies that the detective could see, but after the McGuy stunt, they couldn’t be sure. A scant few moments later, they saw a flash of glasses and a smirk over by the log cabin. Sprinting through the few people in the campground, they heard a faint beeping, but they discounted it as they ran Waldo down. 

The detective managed to get behind Waldo and grab one of his arms. Waldo turned around, chuckling.

“Very sneaky, detective! Got me.”

The detective saw red. They started to speak, but Waldo raised his other hand to cut them off.

“Time to make a choice,” he smirked, and continued. “You can either take me in, or defuse the four bombs that I hid for you!” 

Waldo hooked his cane around their arm and twisted, then pushed the detective away from him with the ferrule.

“I already know what you’re going to do. Good luck, detective!” Waldo cackled, arms spread wide. The detective lunged back at him, hoping to catch him and then disarm the bombs after, but Waldo simply shook his head and disappeared, laughing. Having expected to run into something, the detective wasn’t prepared to hit thin air, and fell over. Outraged, the detective picked themself off of the ground, and began looking around for any hint of the bombs. 

—

Waldo hadn’t gone far. He wanted to watch this new detective puzzle out the test he’d left. They stood up, looking delightfully furious, and started scanning the grounds. Waldo hadn’t made it too hard to find the explosives, but the detective was going to have to act fast if they wanted everything in the area to remain intact, themself included. 

The detective ran over to the cabin. Maybe they’d noticed something there earlier? His devices weren’t exactly quiet. Waldo moved to ensure that he would be able to see everything they did. He watched them look up, and saw their eyes widen when they spotted the bomb. They weren’t the most gifted in the height department, but he was sure that they would figure something out. Maybe drag that bench over? Ask someone taller to lift them up, perhaps? Both would be entertaining, but he wasn’t expecting the detective to jump up and start climbing the logs to get to the explosive.

Waldo looked on with interest. A dangerous move, to be sure, but if they were confident enough in their physical ability to get the bomb down without triggering it, then all the better for him. Stunningly, the detective managed to get a solid hold on the bomb, and begin the nerve wracking (for them) trip back down the wall. Once their feet were back on solid ground, they started to examine the bomb. They turned the bomb over in their hands for what seemed like a dangerously (again, for them) long time, then pulled out the letter that Waldo had left for them. Waldo’s grin grew wider. How clever this detective was. McGuy wouldn’t have thought of that, for sure. Waldo’s mood sank a bit upon remembering his last detective. McGuy simply threw Waldo’s clues away, not heeding his hints and warnings, hence why he was in an unfortunate number of pieces right now.

Back to his new detective. Looking trepidatious, they were poking at some numbers on the bomb’s keypad. After a few seconds, the bomb went dead. The detective sagged a little with relief, then began searching for the next bombs. They walked left a little, listening for the tell-tale ticks of the explosives. They looked down at the letter again, and then moved over toward one of the camper’s RVs in the center of the clearing. They repeated the disarming process successfully with the second bomb, and got started on finding the third. 

Waldo’s hopes were growing for this detective. Clearly, they understood that when he sent them notes, they were not to be ignored. And, as a bonus, their enraged expressions entertained Waldo to no end. The detective had found the bomb he’d planted on a parked car, and they’d begun disarming it. After the third, however, his new detective started to look a bit panicked. They looked around, growing more frantically as the seconds ticked on. They didn’t know this, of course, but they had a scant ten minutes left to find and disarm the final bomb. 

Waldo simply looked on as the detective scrambled to find his last bomb. He considered this one to be the easiest to find, honestly, but the detective seemed to be having a difficult time. It would be a downright shame if this one died so soon after being put on his case. Waldo was excited to play with them, but if they couldn’t solve this simple puzzle, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. With a mere three minutes left on the timer, the detective located the final bomb. Their hands shaking a little, they pulled out his letter again, and entered the corresponding numbers on the keypad. They exhaled audibly and sagged with relief. With one last look around, they began the trek back to their car to file this incident.

From just beyond the treeline, Waldo grinned. This detective would do excellently. He appeared in their car, and left a different letter for them to find. The detective turned and spotted him in the seat, and with one final laugh, Waldo disappeared from their view for the last time that day.

—

“Excellently done, dear detective. 

Shame you couldn’t catch me

this time, but your drive is admirable.

Yours, 

Waldo.”

[melonteee]

Do you know that alot of sanji fans say that sanji in OPLA is better than the anime (because they made him just a flirt and not the whole perv thing) but seriously it trigger me cause how can you say that, sanji barely appeared in OPLA and there was nothing special about him so i dont know 🤔

For future reference anon I don't think you should use the word 'trigger' in this context since that's a serious medical term 🙏

But 😔😔 you and me both anon I don't get it cause it's like, they stripped everything interesting and intense about Sanji away. All his flaws as a person were just REMOVED and this new Sanji is literally just Man McGuy to me he has no spice and no standout personality like the original 😭😭

Sanji's introduction in the original of him holding up a bloodied and beaten Fullbody just for him to have to be held back because he was SO angry expressed SO much character. Also he WASN'T EVEN A PERV IN EAST BLUE AT ALL I literally don't even KNOW why people keep saying they 'fixed' that aspect of him when his east blue self was SO TAME?? There was nothing to fix!! Genuinely what an insult to Oda's character and arc to say this western production 'fixed' a staple character of over 20 years like 😭😭

[beyondtheepleasureprinciple]

tcc post are like im going to kms because i cant be w the love of my life and no man will ever compare to him #guy mcguy. and you go search the man in question and its never idk someone based who was part of a terrorist group against a right-wing regime or who engaged in consensual cannibalism etc. the wiki is always like "guy mcguy. in all his diaries he said he hated women bc they didnt wanna fuck him. he was known for using racial slurs. he killed 17 children in a school after reading nietzsche" and the pic shows you the ugliest man on earth

[glamfellens]

i think an underutilised aspect of elf/human relationships is having an elf called something like Aerin Elbereth Ecthelion and then there is their partner. Tim mcGuy

[redphienix]

Not sure why it's bothering me especially right now since nothing I'm playing is currently experiencing it, but feeling Really Bothered about crossover IP licensing junk in gaming and how it being tied to any sort of time limit pisses me the fuck off.

Like do you know how depressing it was watching the rock band DLC list shrink year after year?

And for why? Would it hurt moneybags mcgee to continue offering players the opportunity to PAY to access their IP? I guess. No I'm not asking for specifics like "Well Ackchually they get paid up front" if that's the case that's still not my problem. The deal should be permanent for the attachment to the game it's licensing with.

If it's up front then it should be with the understanding of permanence. If it's per sale then you DOUBLE don't have a leg to stand on making your dumb license temp.

Payday 2 lost characters and perk decks- that's tangible gameplay just gone entirely because the IP owner decided at the start that their license would be temporary.

My issue isn't related to the specifics of the deals made behind closed doors like who gets what, my issue is directly that this should not be how it works to begin with.

If two IP owners come together and agree on a license, I don't give a fuck about the dotted is and crossed ts of what they say, I just think there is no reasonable agreement that ends with "And it's temporary so we have to strip it out of the game, or make it inaccessible to new players at a later date :)" it's fuckin' stupid.

You agreed to slap John McGuy in KillShoot 4, he should stay there because you made the agreement and that should be that.

You agreed to put ChartTopper The Song in Rhythm Bashers DLC, it should be available as DLC forever until the very servers themselves die. It should be as binding as on-disc crossover stuff, which even that often has the dumbest fucking limitations- like how many games sit in delisted hell because they had John McGuy in it as a crossover character in the base roster and no agreement can be made on how to properly get everyone involved some fucking money or whatever.

idk, capitalism is stupid and copyright being the toy of corporations and those seeking infinite capital pisses me off. and I'm tired so incoherent "Hmph" posts happen

[mrsouprnova]

thingy mcguy and hand soap

[rebelpeas]

my toxic trait is going through tumblr poll brackets just to vote against characters i don’t like. im out here backing snorkums mcguy from game i’ve never heard of purely because i can’t stand the other guy