#lumpy where's waldo

[artmolonara]

Emergency Commission Call!

Hey all, universe continues to throw me curve balls. I got laid off with one of my jobs (Corporation going for an automated approach, reducing everyone’s hours, I had the least experience so I had to be let go >:( Even though they told me they were going to keep me on past the holidays.) As a result, I’m struggling to get enough to support myself. Calling upon goodwill and art commissions to get me through the next few days before the first of February. Currently trying to get up to $750 for rent, though more would be welcome. My Commissions are open, here is some examples of my digital and traditional works.

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[nami-ramen]

Night of horrors

And that’s how I combined 3 damn episodes :]

[casycloud090]

I don’t choose my hyperfixations, my hyperfixations choose me 😔😔😔

[w4lly-w4tch3rz]

uhm. fellas

you know how we joke about lumpy finding ltww tumblr…?

this is erm.

this is the main mod of the official lumpy touch discord server.

HE ACTUALLY FOUND US

[alenthe0neguy]

what m0tivati0n d0es t0 a man

[itz-k1m1k0]

City Lights ✨️

[mycherrycola]

wifi was out so i drew the lumpytouch waldo from memory. i feel like i should apologize because lumpy makes wally look so uniquely grotesque and all i've done is turn him into a 2014 style tumblr sexyman fanart. oops.

(that being said, i will be the first to point out that waldo is not even on the sexyman wiki. how is that possible. he fits the archetype completely)

unfiltered version:

[nktotine]

Can someone see my vision of this ?

[loiyourlocalperson]

Some silly animation!!!! ^_^

Something something Where's Waldo Lumpy Touch AU! X3

Basically, Lumpy Waldo manipulates Waldo-

DOUBLE TROUBLE.

My AU is based on this!!! :3

Song! ⤵️

[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!

[artmolonara]

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[nami-ramen]

Miss of luck

"Careful now, Detective."

[deceased0summer]

Is this fandom still alive, blink twice if no

[w4lly-w4tch3rz]

so

stomach book huh /silly

[alenthe0neguy]

I've had this idea f0r a while but I was t00 scared t0 say anything abt it cuz it might seem weird 0r stupid t0 y'all but I need t0 ramble abt this s0mewhere cuz ik my friends 0n disc0rd aren't interested in lumpy where's wald0 that much,,,

but

what if

I made an au

where the detective gets like c0rrupted 0r p0sessed by s0me p0werful being that t00k 0ne g00d l00k at him and decided "hm...yeah that's a good host/vessel" 0r he like gets infected with s0me weird ass n0n-c0ntagi0us virus that ends up making him act weird 0r smthn idk,,,

legofallingapart.sfx

[thatweirdcircusflea]

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