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man, what if i sent mean bf asks.

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gcingballistic​:

Watching Boyfriend sink down, Whitty furrowed his brows a bit. He wasn’t entirely sure that he was truthful in saying he was okay, but the man wasn’t gonna press too hard. With how the kid seemed to prefer talking, it’d be only fair to assume ordering a meal would be tough. Looking down, silence once again settled over him, his thoughts once again taking the reigns.

Until he got a lap full of the runt, that is.

“Uh—“ Blinking in a surprised manner, Whitty freed his hands from his pockets to lean back a bit and give Boyfriend some moving room. Well, that was unexpected. But all the same, having someone close like this wasn’t something he was ready to complain about. Definitely helped keep himself away from his thoughts, either way. “..Y’comfortable?” He asked awkwardly, watching Boyfriend eat with an all too casual air. Was this just a regular thing for him, showing up on people’s laps? It wouldn’t surprise him much if that were true.

This was..oddly nice, having a companion to stick around with. Some company to break up the silence, even if their conversations weren’t too long on Boyfriend’s end. It was calming, and Whitty himself was surprised at how much he liked it. They’d have to hang out like this more often.

There we go. Now Whitty was looking less sullen. Boyfriend ❝Mm-hmm!❞ed enthusiastically, the movement itself making him feel a little more energized in a positive way. He beeped a little before he continued to take down the burger. He was pretty much almost done with it; he had a tendency to wolf his food down when he did get it, and really the only reason that he was doing less than stellar food wise is just because of how little he managed to get his hands on. In truth, he hadn’t eaten earlier today, so he was grateful for this little lunch break.

He licked at his fingers a little grossly before he brushed them off on that napkin that he brought with him. He hummed afterward, a little tune. He was starting to miss his girlfriend a bit; he didn’t have any backdrop or anything to work with which she commonly played. But he wasn’t about to complain. You could make music off of just about anything! In fact...

Boyfriend decided to set his hands down on Whitty’s shins, and tapped them a little bit as if imitating a drum beat which he hummed over. He had no idea where he was going with this particular tune; it started out kind of fast but then slowed down a little bit. Typical C-major progression at first, but Boyfriend grew pretty bored of that quickly. He was more a hip hop aficionado, but jazz appealed to some degree just because of how colorful it was. Too bad he didn’t have any harmonizing or backdrop.

(... Hint hint?)

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gcingballistic​:

Lifting his head from his hands upon noticing Boyfriend’s return, Whitty felt some of that stress be lifted from his self, at least temporarily. But where stress left, guilt took it’s place. Who knew what’d happen to Boyfriend if they both got caught? The thought of this kid being terrified, all alone or held captive in some government facility, it scared him. It scared him to think he’d put him in that situation. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Whitty then took the bag and opened it. “Thanks.” Without hesitation, he started to eat. Cheap and greasy, but it did the job of fixing his hunger well enough, so he was satisfied.

Eventually he finished, setting the burger’s wrapper down next to him. White pupils then looked back to Boyfriend, the man leaning forward a bit. “Was it alright in there? Wish I coulda come with to help out, seriously.” He asked, a slight tilt of his head leaving his fuse dangling. For once there wasn’t any lingering warmth on the rope, or any lasting side effects of any recent detonations. He’d actually had a pretty good track record these past few weeks. Could only hope it’d stay that way, having Boyfriend around.

And just like that, his thoughts were running again. What if Boyfriend watched him go ballistic? What if he couldn’t calm him down before he detonated? What if he hurt him or even killed him? Whitty’s hands trembled at the thought, and he quickly pocketed them both.

It’s fine. It hasn’t happened yet. It’s all fine. Calm down.

As soon as it was taken from his hands, Boyfriend collapsed down on the asphalt next to Whitty. Well, not quite that dramatic; he braced himself against the wall that Whitty was sitting up against and slid down until he was sitting himself. Letting out a little sigh, he opened his own bag, dipping his hand in in order to pick at the fries. He chewed on them pretty quickly, them disappearing from the bag like it was practically nothing. Fries were quick and easy to eat, and he wanted to down those first before he went for the cheeseburger.

When asked the question, Boyfriend nodded. ❝S’okay.❞ He waved it off with a good humored smile; he was just glad to be out of there. He did still feel a little stupid for the fact that he practically ran out, glancing away from Whitty at the thought of it. It would be nice if he could just, y’know. Talk? Like a normal person? But he supposed it made him quirky or unique or whatever. Gotta learn to embrace your chips and imperfections. And, he reminded himself, he was cute, which was very important. It’s with such thoughts that he started stuffing his face with the cheeseburger with... Not very many manners to speak of. He’d only brought like, one napkin. He mostly used it to wipe off the melted cheese.

As he ate, though, his attention wandered back over to Whitty, and the guy looked pretty nervous, he thought? At the very least he was doing that thing that Boyfriend read up about with the withdrawn body language and all that. Boyfriend hummed in thought as he watched it... Then he decided. Whatever it was that was bothering him, there was only one real solution to it.

Gathering himself up on his spaghetti legs again, he decided to suddenly step over Whitty’s leg and plop himself right in his lap, unannounced, to start him out of whatever he was thinking about. (Let’s just say Boyfriend had a lot of practice being a distraction.) He hummed some more, cheerily, as he took some more bites out of his burger. Actually, this was kind of nice anyway; Boyfriend liked being surrounded like this, just by one person. It was kind of nostalgic, in a way.

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gcingballistic​:

Raising a brow at Boyfriend’s willingness out of the gate, Whitty then gave a small hum of thought and glanced down at himself. The hunger pains were getting pretty bad, but he didn’t wanna run his new companion dry of his cash. Shrugging his shoulders, the man leant back against the wall behind him. “Jus’ get me a burger or something, don’t need anything too massive. Somethin’ cheap.” He told Boyfriend. “I’m come in with ya if I could but I can’t really take the risk. Sorry.” Despite the natural flatness of his speaking tone, he was sincere in his apology. Couldn’t really help that that was just how his voice was.

Settling against the brick, Whitty patiently waited for his pal to return with whatever food he got. Using the time, he did a little bit of thinking. What if he got caught while Boyfriend was with him? Would he get dragged into this mess too? He’d be in so much danger, he’d probably start getting hunted too for associating with him. Frowning to himself, regret ached in his chest and the man slumped over a small bit. Letting a kid in on a runaway’s situation, getting him in the risk too, what’s wrong with him?

“….” A sigh escaped Whitty and he put his hand to his head. Worry was very quickly settling in, which was a shocker for a kid he just met. He supposed there wasn’t gonna be any sending him away now. He’d just have to hope that if he got caught at all, Boyfriend wouldn’t be around to see it. That was the last thing this kid needed, being in his same situation, all alone and on the run.

Being used to a flat affect thanks to his association with Pico, Boyfriend wasn’t bothered by the flat intonation. He just gave him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up!! It would be kind of nice if he went in with him, Boyfriend wasn’t really the best at talking, but... He’d manage. With an affirmative ❝Beep!❞ Boyfriend turned on his heel and started to make his way into the restaurant.

Honestly, the anxiety hit him like a fucking freight train the instant he went through the door; it was easier to tell Whitty that he’d be all right with ordering for the both of them when it was just the two of them, but all the people around and the potential of making an idiot out of himself (in a way that he didn’t want to make an idiot out of himself) hovered within his mind once he entered the restaurant proper. Still, he carried with his wallet with him, going to commit to the whole thing even though ordering on his own was always a little nerve-wracking. He just told himself that he was doing a top secret mission, so he had to be sure he completed it the best he could!

The actual ordering process itself didn’t take that long, but it felt like hours to Boyfriend waiting in line (which was already tedious enough) and then further still when he read out the menu multiple times to be absolutely sure he was pronouncing it correctly and recited the words several times within his head. His heart had pounded loudly within his ears as he’d said them, and the colossal rocking within his head that he experienced when he pulled himself away from the line afterward made him feel like he was getting vertigo. As he beeped under his breath to himself while he waited in a seat, it took a little bit before the food was served, but fast food wasn’t very much called that because it took a long time to make. He practically bolted once he managed to get it, wanting to be outta there soon as possible.

He felt stupid for how hard that task was, but he really preferred it when he went with someone else. Still, he didn’t complain. In fact, he fixated instead on the way that guy said ‘Enjoy your meal!’ Well gee, I sure hope so, man. Tell the chefs about how unenjoyable it was otherwise. It cheered him up slightly when he returned to Whitty’s side with the bags (it was to-go, obviously, Boyfriend thankfully didn’t forget to say that... this time), and he offered Whitty one of the bags. ❝Boop.❞ Simple burger it was. Honestly he just ordered two cheeseburgers. Was easier, took fewer words to say. He felt on the verge of collapsing, but wanted to be sure that Whitty took it first before he unceremoniously dumped himself on the asphalt.

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actually why am i being coy? if you want to join it, here’s the link!

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gcingballistic​:

“Boyfriend?” Whitty repeated the kid’s name back to him, a bit confused by the name. His parents must have been real confident in their son’s dating abilities to give him a name like that. Not like he was gonna throw stones, a name like Whitty isn’t the best either. A brief smile crossing the bomb’s features, he nodded and let his gaze leave Boyfriend once more. “Huh. Nice to meet ya then, Boyfriend.” He spoke. After that, he fell quiet once more. His stomach was still rumbling and he was considering just sneaking into the place and stealing some fries. As rarely as Whitty actually felt hunger, it hurt like a bitch when it finally came around. Like someone stuck their hand in his gut and was yanking on his stomach, as unpleasant as that description was.

Pocketing his hands stiffly, Whitty then sighed and glanced back at Boyfriend for another time before he went to settle down on the ground. Even down there he was still tall as all hell, legs uncomfortably crossed and upper body slouched to try and take up as little space as possible. “Y’want somethin’ from there? Cus I do.” He said. He felt like a bit of a scumbag for sending someone he’d just met to go get him food, but again, he had no other option. He’d figure out a way to pay the kid back eventually, either way. “I’d, uh, I’d give ya money but I don’t really have any. I’ll pay ya back some other way though.” He added, awkwardly shrugging both shoulders. Smooth.

The bewilderment that Whitty addressed him with didn’t bother Boyfriend. He’d received it before, even — he knew how bizarre his name was. But he owned it. He liked being called that. It’s one of those names, you know, the kind that gives you an impression of the person before you meet them. He was boy (not totally, but close enough) and he was a friend, and also very dateable and very cute. None of those things of course were really something Whitty needed to worry about, though. But hey! He got a smile out of him, so that was something.

He watched Whitty settle down on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed, which was funny because he was still taller than Boyfriend while sitting down. He tilted his head slightly at him, only for Whitty to then bring up the restaurant. Oh! Well, Boyfriend was kind of hungry. Oh, but there was one problem that Whitty brought up... He didn’t have money. Hmm, well, maybe...

Boyfriend held up a finger and stuck his tongue out as he felt around in his pockets, searching for... Ah, yeah, his wallet, there it was. Did he have any cash on him— His fingers rummaged through it and... Yeah, this might be enough for something, he thought. He knew how to budget a little bit, when you grew up like he did it was just something that he needed to pick up. Of course, he also got handouts from his girlfriend nowadays... ❝What food? Requests?❞ he asked. He’d probably get a cheeseburger and fries. He wasn’t feeling very festive at the moment.

(He didn’t even notice Whitty’s guilt about the whole thing. It was casual. He didn’t mind, and he had a more stable place to get money from thanks to Girlfriend, so it wasn’t as much of a worry as it might’ve been in high school.)

Also, this really helped on feeling like he was going on a secret mission, which Boyfriend was enthusiastic about. He was feeding the guy on the run! How cool was that?

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gcingballistic​:

Keeping mostly quiet as he walked, Whitty silently listened to Boyfriend’s quiet humming. It helped fill the silence and it wasn’t loud, he supposed he couldn’t complain about that. Besides, he liked music just as much as the next guy, as rarely as he got to listen to it. Usually he’d just pass by the local radio station to hear what was playing there. Seemed to more or less be the same few releases each couple weeks until a new bunch came by. Never learnt any of the song names though, so it’s not like it mattered.

Upon being questioned on his name, Whitty briefly glanced back down at Boyfriend. Awkwardly shrugging, the man responded shortly. “Uh, Whitty.” He then returned his gaze to in front of him, the two coming up on the fast food joint. Didn’t look like there was any thrown out. Damnit. Briefly cursing under his breath, the bomb put a hand to his growling stomach. He could smell the greasy, cheap food being cooked inside, and that just made his hunger worse. To distract himself, he then looked back at Boyfriend. “What about you, what’s your name?” He asked, still keeping his voice hushed, especially so now that they were so close to a person-filled place.

Maybe he’d end up having to send the kid inside to get him something after all, as much as he hated the idea. It’s not like he could walk in there himself though, he’s broke and he’d stand out like a sore thumb even if he had any money. Shrugging to himself, he waited for Boyfriend to give him his name. May as well get something to call the runt by if they were gonna be sticking together.

The bomb guy not telling Boyfriend to quiet down, that he was being annoying, was encouraging. With music being on the brain for him a lot, it was hard not to hum and haw a lot, and no attempt being made to have him be quiet made Boyfriend feel freer to just hum to his heart’s content. It helped too with helping his own head stay a little quiet. There was curiosity there, sure, but being in the alleyways did admittedly make him somewhat nervous. Not that anything seriously bad happened to him there, but when he was younger and traveled through them with Pico, Pico told him off from time to time for not watching where he was going.

(Whether that was because Pico was wary himself, anyone could argue either way.)

His eyes lit up as the bomb guy told him his name. ❝Whi-tty.❞ He sounded it out, hoping he imitated it correctly; he still wasn’t sure how to pronounce things very well, although that was worse with written word and not so bad when he actually heard the name aloud. His sluggish brain brought him to the realization a few seconds afterward that it sounded like witty, which made him smile and snicker at the thought. Supposed he was a witty guy, huh? He wondered how it was spelled. The same way? Was it literally the word Witty?

Before he could get too sidetracked with that, Whitty asked for his name, and Boyfriend popped his head up at the inquiry. ❝Oh! Boyfriend.❞ He’d said his name enough times for it to just come to him right away, thank goodness. He didn’t want Whitty thinking he was weird because he took forever to say a simple sentence. He accidentally made it loud, though, and he realized it a second later, before repeating himself in a more hushed tone, ❝Boyfriend.❞ Probably not necessary in hindsight, but he didn’t think about that in the moment.

Hmm, they were right outside the restaurant, huh? Whitty was ogling it. Kinda smelled good, actually; Boyfriend self-consciously brought a hand up to his lips just in case. He didn’t want to look uncool in front of his new friend.

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some people might not know what i mean when i refer to the homie duo so i figured i’d show the video that’s related to it!

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lovedbyecto​:

— @beepcity​ flirted: “ loving you. is like. something holy. ” (at girlfriend) —

❝ awwww ~ baby ! ❞

boyfriend is just so adorable, she can’t help but to scoop him up in her arms and squeeze him nice and tight! a nice good kiss being placed on his cheek. it may be wrong, but that doesn’t mean it’s not totes adorable. 

❝ it’s actually , like , supes unholy , but that’s soooo cuuuute ~ ❞

she is so totally head over heels for this boy, she can’t help but to continue and pepper his cute little face with kisses. 

❝  you are the cutest little human in the whole world ~ ❞

He hav kiss. Boyfriend’s pretty happy as a clam being picked up like that by Girlfriend, her squeezing arms making him squirm a little bit. As he receives more and more kisses, he lets out a giggle, squeezing his eyes shut as he’s subjected to kiss assault. Not as if he’s complaining.

❝Noooo.❞ That’s not to the compliment, because Boyfriend is absolutely cute, thank you very much. No, it’s at the ‘supes unholy’ comment. He’s not so stupid as to not know that she’s a demon, but liiiike. ❝Su-per bright! ‘N pretty. Heheheee. Eeeee...❞

She has wonderful eyes. And hair. And arms. And face. ...and thighs.

Of course she’s just about the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, human or not, and that’s something no one can fight him on. If they will he’ll bust their kneecaps. Or he’ll challenge them to a rap battle, either or.

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gcingballistic​:

Whitty wasn’t exactly a fan of having an admirer like this. If you’d told his past self he’d have some kid following him around like a fan, he’d have socked you in the jaw. Stepping back as Boyfriend approached, long legs shifted the body’s weight and he moved back. “Kid—“ The man started, before he quietly quieted himself. If anyone happened to walk by and hear him talking so loudly, they’d come to investigate. Sighing briefly, he leant down. “Listen, I can’t have anyone else knowin’ I’m around, alright? It’d be bad news if the wrong people found out. Y’can stick with me if you really wanna but I need ya to promise you won’t tell anyone else I’m here.” He spoke with a firm and quiet voice (well, as quiet as his voice could be), hoping to get the importance of such across.

After saying that, Whitty leant back up, slouching a bit regardless. Putting his hands into his hoodie pockets, he cast a glance towards a take out place that wasn’t too far away. With a bit of luck they’d have thrown out some extra stock. A thought briefly crossed his mind to ask the kid if he had any spare change, but that sounded like a dick move to Whitty, so he decided against it. Briefly looking back at the kid, he then started walking again, in the direction of the fast food place. “It’s your call, stick around or head off.”

As much as having a tag-along made it tough for Whitty to get around, he couldn’t deny that the guy’s curiosity about him was a bit amusing to watch. Especially the “wooow”, if he hadn’t been stressing that would’ve gotten a laugh from him.

Boyfriend wasn’t exactly as much of a master of secrecy as he might have thought himself to be, actually. But when the bomb guy leaned down and started to murmur to him, his eyes widened; this almost sounded like a secret mission of sorts! He didn’t even question exactly why the guy didn’t want himself to be known about, either. Why would he? He was being entrusted with some secret, and that’s all Boyfriend really cared about. It was because of that that he met the request with a nod.

As the bomb guy stood up and turned in order to start walking, Boyfriend followed him enthusiastically, humming quietly in lieu of keeping stealth. He still wanted the noise, quiet being a little unnerving for him, but the thrum of his throat whenever he made that kind of vocalization was enough to tame him and he didn’t need it to be boombox loud. He skipped along beside him, having to trot a bit quickly due to the bomb guy’s longer legs making him gain on him very quickly compared to the shortstack that was Boyfriend.

He looked the guy over again, noting the fuse that was at the end of his head. He really was like a real bomb, huh? He thought about cracking some silly joke, ‘Of course! You da bomb!’ But he wasn’t sure how quiet it was that the guy wanted him to be. Instead, after ‘doo doo doo’ing a little bit to himself under his breath as they made their way to the fast food joint (that Boyfriend was quickly discovering was their destination), he did caution a, ❝Name?❞ at the guy. If it was ‘Bomb’ he was going to laugh. Sorry.

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I had no idea there were roleplay blogs for FNF but honestly, I'm not surprised. You and your little group are great! Are there more FNF rp's around besides you, your Pico friend, and GF friend? O: I'd love to see/follow more!

hey, i’m so sorry i didn’t get back to you on this sooner! there’s tons of rp blogs for fnf around if you know where to look!

obviously the ones who are my mains are blamcity and stereocity. but we’ve also got, for character exclusive blogs:

tiny’s blogs (beep-bo-bop, beep-oop-ah, funkin-merc)

bo’s blogs (blmmed, funktwn)

pico’s blogs (getblammed, gcingballistic)

and then there’s also multimuse blogs that have fnf characters in them:

ecto (plays bf, gf, pico, daddy dearest, monster, senpai)

fin (plays bf, gf, mommy mearest, senpai)

ari (plays pico, bf, gf, mommy mearest, daddy dearest, skid, pump, tankman, and pico’s school muses)

willow (plays whitty, gf, and has a monster blog)

there’s also tons of other rp blogs out, but i’d be here all day if i listed them all so i focused on the ones i’ve interacted with before. it’s a pretty large community! and it’d be fun if you want to join.

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gcingballistic​:

The light crunching of autumn leaves beneath worn down shoes were the only shows of Whitty’s presence at the moment. Keeping to himself as he walked through the twisting and turning back alleys of the town, the man made sure to avoid being spotted by anyone he didn’t know. And that was quite a few people, considering his situation. With his hood pulled up over his head (both to hide himself better and to shield himself from the autumn chills), he kept his hands in his pockets and moved fast. He hoped to find something to eat soon, his hunger had been rising significantly over the past couple days. He needed something, anything.

Freezing in place at one point, Whitty realised that someone had spotted him from an alley entry. Some kid with blue hair. Shit, this is bad. Eyes uncomfortably looking off to the side, Whitty tried to come up with a way to excuse himself on the spot, already knowing this guy would probably want to ask questions. He had no time to play 21 questions with a stranger though, the risk of him being spotted by an actual threat was too great, and either way he was starving.

“..Kid, I, uh- I don’t appreciate you starin’. Just be on your way, alright?”

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It’s only natural to be curious when you spot some guy with a bomb for a head going down the alleyways. Boyfriend didn’t have Girlfriend with him at the moment as she was spending time with her parents, so he was wandering through the streets, kind of bored, when he spotted him. Being small like Boyfriend was meant it was easy enough for him to flit between the alleyways, and it was something he had extensive experience with beforehand anyway, so he managed to sneak after him for some ways. The guy seemed to be in a rush or something, but Boyfriend wasn’t quite sure why. The alleys were quiet, weren’t they?

Apparently he hadn’t been inconspicuous enough at one point as he stood in the open right behind the bomb guy and he wound up being whirled on. Whoops. He had a cool looking face, though; he hadn’t seen it earlier. And that voice, too! It sounded like he’d gone and swallowed an electric guitar. Boyfriend was happy with his own voice (it had good range and everything) but he’d love to be able to give his own that quality at will.

❝Beep?❞ At the words, Boyfriend tilted his head to the side, and his curiosity was too powerful to the point that he deliberately ignored the advice to ‘be on his way’. He’d gone and followed this guy all the way here, no way was he turning away! It’s with that thought that he approached him, attempting to take in his sheer height, which was tall, by the way. Boyfriend nearly fell over backward trying to look up when he got close enough. ❝Wwoooowww.❞

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wiiillcw-fcrest​:

beepcity said:

❝Beep!❞ Do you ever beep just to get a man’s attention? Boyfriend sure does. (at Whitty)

white pupils fixate on the much smaller being, a curious ‘mmh?’ sounding as he paused the game he was playing.  whatever the boy wanted, whitty would.. at least listen to the request.  can’t promise shit.  “yeah, wassup?  ya doin’ aight?”

WHITTY’S SO TALL. Boyfriend has to crane his neck entirely back in order to look up at his face, which he does with an enthusiastic grin. ❝Boop!❞ he tones enthusiastically as he attempts to gesture at Whitty’s back. He wants to climb and feel tall. He’s learned a bit from their last stint about forcing Whitty to do anything with him, so he’s not forcing it on him, but with the way his body shakes a little bit, he’s definitely restraining himself from jumping and climbing on.

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so i offered this for people in my server but i guess i could put this on the dashboard too. like this post if you’d like to receive in character anon hate! (in other words if you want me to be mean to your muses.)

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hey whittys... what if we were friends

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❝Beep!❞

That’s a ‘hello world!’ if you’ve ever seen one.