“ Keep a low profile .. “

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“ Keep a low profile … “

#EXPLXSIVE-EMXTIONS is a semi-selective, mostly canon-divergent Whitty/Whitmore ask/rp blog ran by @lavishedlilacs.

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⚘ "ah, a new fair maiden has co—"

there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

[senpaiofficial]

at the sight of such an intimidating figure getting all tied up in his words, a sound of amusement escapes the other man.

the sound is not meant to be cruel or mocking, with the tips of his fingers touching his lips as if to hide it was him who made the noise. he wouldn't want to make a bad first impression, would he?

the twinkle in his eye betrays his curiosity.

⚘ "hm. I didn't think you were."

senpai does stick out here, he agrees silently, and perhaps he is a little lost. does he know how he found himself here? no. but he finds himself not as worried as he usually would be. instead, he's fascinated.

he can't stop how his head tilts. carefully eyeing the strangers state of dress and drinking him in. without real thought, he speaks:

⚘ "do you always act this adorably nervous around strangers? or am i a special case?"

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Whitty’s face flushed a slightly deeper shade of orange, the amused noise enhancing his embarrassment. Without a word, he pulled his hood over his face, tugging on the strings that pulled the fabric further over his head. He was acting so pathetically nervous it was amazing he hadn’t fallen over or at the very least began sweating bullets from how badly he was fucking up basic socializing. Then again, he looked like he didn’t talk to anyone much, if not at all.

At the question of acting “adorably nervous”, the bomb-head shoved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders trembling with nothing short of sheer flustered disappointment in himself and his horrible social skills. He did admit, though… normally he didn’t get this flustered.

“ You- uh … .. no ..? “ he replied hesitantly, still nervous. “ I’ve .. been told by a couple people that I’m … er .. “

He trailed off, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

“ … Socially awkward, if that .. if that makes any sense. “

[senpaiofficial]

at the sight of the bomb-head pulling up his hood to, what senpai assumed, hide his face; he couldn't help but feel a little warmed at the sight. it was charming and senpai stuck firm to his adorable comment.

a part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification watching the display. knowing that even the simplest of his compliments could fluster another this greatly. it was motivating.

and he was patient, of course, as the other male—with introductions yet to be made—stuttered through his words. his voice was a little raspy, deep, and perhaps a little... smokey? his eyes, too, appeared to glow from the shadows of his large hood, a deep amber colour that senpai found lovely... maybe that's what fascinated him.

⚘ "it... does. but I don't think that's a terrible thing to be." he spoke sweetly, "you seem more careful, than awkward, if i'm speaking truthfully. and for what its worth, i find you rather easy to talk to. even if it's been me coming on too strong—which, i apologise for."

he offers an instinctive and polite dip of his head to the other man; when he rises, the blonde can't help himself but beam positively.

⚘ "oh my. where are my manners?" he extends a gentle hand to abandon holding onto his satchel strap. "my name's senpai. i... am not from around here. ah, and you are?"

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The larger loosened the hood covering his face, the orange flush retreating slowly back into that slightly purple-ish deep black metal. Strangely enough, for someone who looked like they could tear the younger in half, his eyes looked… gentle?

If anything, that gentleness added on to his already unexpected personality, which, in turn, made him more.. charming? Yeah, charming.

“ Really? “ he questioned. The more the anime boy spoke, the more he began pulling his hood back down, and the more the flush faded.

“ It’s … fine. Really, I don’t mind, I prefer others do all the talking .. “ a slight confused look crossed his face at he bow, but the bomb-head didn’t question it.

He stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, soaking in the words before he grabbed and shook the hand, his skin cold against Senpai’s hand, almost like metal.

“ Name’s Whitty. I can .. definitely tell your not from around here … uh! That’s not a bad thing— I just- I phrased that wrong- damnit … “

[senpaiofficial]

senpai couldn't help but be shocked at the frigid jolt going up his arm as their hands touched.

surprise was clear, quickly looking down at where they were connected, before he swiftly recovered.

whitty's hands were cold, colder than he imagined, and large. dwarfing his hand in a light, but responsive, hold. with an intentional pressure added. the standard two-pump method melted away, but the younger man wasn't repelled. in fact, he was a little pleased that their handshake seemed to linger longer than necessary.

⚘ at the larger's stammering to correct himself made senpai's natural smile grow. "no need to stress. i understood you just fine, dear. i know i have a tendency too... ah, sparkle. and draw attention to myself without meaning to."

senpai, after maybe a second of hesitation, broke up their handshake. brushing a few wrinkles out of his blue shirt. all the while, the natural flush on his cheeks seemed to darken.

⚘ "while i may not know where i am, i do know that i'm grateful to meet you, whitty." his words were beyond sincere. then, he joked. "what a miracle it is i wasn't mugged, hm?"

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Whitty didn’t seem to notice himself that the handshake was going on for longer than necessary, only really seeming to notice once the nickname was given-

Dear. He hadn’t been called that- at least.. not that he could remember of. It made him flustered, that same orange creeping back up onto his face.

Why did this man- this small anime boy get him so flustered? Was it cause he was pretty? Wait- why is he even thinking about how pretty he looked? Maybe that’s what everyone thought about him… the bomb head shrugged it off, his hand lingering in the air where it was holding Senpai’s before he slowly shoved it back into his pocket.

“ Same here, Senpai .. “ he thought his name sounded like honey wrapped in silk coming from the smallers lips. “ Guess so, I mean … not like you would get mugged anyway- pretty sure most would be blinded by your looks before they could even try— “

He took a moment, his face flushing again as he realized how that sounded. Damnit, why was he always such a social disaster?

“ Not in a weird way! Again, a meant- like— you’re pretty and nobody wants to mug a pretty person- shit- still not in a weird way! I just- I mean- “ he sighed, sliding his hood over his face again in nothing but sheer embarrassment. “ You know what I mean … “

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⚘ "ah, a new fair maiden has co—"

there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

[senpaiofficial]

at the sight of such an intimidating figure getting all tied up in his words, a sound of amusement escapes the other man.

the sound is not meant to be cruel or mocking, with the tips of his fingers touching his lips as if to hide it was him who made the noise. he wouldn't want to make a bad first impression, would he?

the twinkle in his eye betrays his curiosity.

⚘ "hm. I didn't think you were."

senpai does stick out here, he agrees silently, and perhaps he is a little lost. does he know how he found himself here? no. but he finds himself not as worried as he usually would be. instead, he's fascinated.

he can't stop how his head tilts. carefully eyeing the strangers state of dress and drinking him in. without real thought, he speaks:

⚘ "do you always act this adorably nervous around strangers? or am i a special case?"

[explxsive-emxtions]

Whitty’s face flushed a slightly deeper shade of orange, the amused noise enhancing his embarrassment. Without a word, he pulled his hood over his face, tugging on the strings that pulled the fabric further over his head. He was acting so pathetically nervous it was amazing he hadn’t fallen over or at the very least began sweating bullets from how badly he was fucking up basic socializing. Then again, he looked like he didn’t talk to anyone much, if not at all.

At the question of acting “adorably nervous”, the bomb-head shoved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders trembling with nothing short of sheer flustered disappointment in himself and his horrible social skills. He did admit, though… normally he didn’t get this flustered.

“ You- uh … .. no ..? “ he replied hesitantly, still nervous. “ I’ve .. been told by a couple people that I’m … er .. “

He trailed off, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

“ … Socially awkward, if that .. if that makes any sense. “

[senpaiofficial]

at the sight of the bomb-head pulling up his hood to, what senpai assumed, hide his face; he couldn't help but feel a little warmed at the sight. it was charming and senpai stuck firm to his adorable comment.

a part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification watching the display. knowing that even the simplest of his compliments could fluster another this greatly. it was motivating.

and he was patient, of course, as the other male—with introductions yet to be made—stuttered through his words. his voice was a little raspy, deep, and perhaps a little... smokey? his eyes, too, appeared to glow from the shadows of his large hood, a deep amber colour that senpai found lovely... maybe that's what fascinated him.

⚘ "it... does. but I don't think that's a terrible thing to be." he spoke sweetly, "you seem more careful, than awkward, if i'm speaking truthfully. and for what its worth, i find you rather easy to talk to. even if it's been me coming on too strong—which, i apologise for."

he offers an instinctive and polite dip of his head to the other man; when he rises, the blonde can't help himself but beam positively.

⚘ "oh my. where are my manners?" he extends a gentle hand to abandon holding onto his satchel strap. "my name's senpai. i... am not from around here. ah, and you are?"

[explxsive-emxtions]

The larger loosened the hood covering his face, the orange flush retreating slowly back into that slightly purple-ish deep black metal. Strangely enough, for someone who looked like they could tear the younger in half, his eyes looked… gentle?

If anything, that gentleness added on to his already unexpected personality, which, in turn, made him more.. charming? Yeah, charming.

“ Really? “ he questioned. The more the anime boy spoke, the more he began pulling his hood back down, and the more the flush faded.

“ It’s … fine. Really, I don’t mind, I prefer others do all the talking .. “ a slight confused look crossed his face at he bow, but the bomb-head didn’t question it.

He stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, soaking in the words before he grabbed and shook the hand, his skin cold against Senpai’s hand, almost like metal.

“ Name’s Whitty. I can .. definitely tell your not from around here … uh! That’s not a bad thing— I just- I phrased that wrong- damnit … “

[explxsive-emxtions]

⚘ "ah, a new fair maiden has co—"

there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

[senpaiofficial]

at the sight of such an intimidating figure getting all tied up in his words, a sound of amusement escapes the other man.

the sound is not meant to be cruel or mocking, with the tips of his fingers touching his lips as if to hide it was him who made the noise. he wouldn't want to make a bad first impression, would he?

the twinkle in his eye betrays his curiosity.

⚘ "hm. I didn't think you were."

senpai does stick out here, he agrees silently, and perhaps he is a little lost. does he know how he found himself here? no. but he finds himself not as worried as he usually would be. instead, he's fascinated.

he can't stop how his head tilts. carefully eyeing the strangers state of dress and drinking him in. without real thought, he speaks:

⚘ "do you always act this adorably nervous around strangers? or am i a special case?"

[explxsive-emxtions]

Whitty’s face flushed a slightly deeper shade of orange, the amused noise enhancing his embarrassment. Without a word, he pulled his hood over his face, tugging on the strings that pulled the fabric further over his head. He was acting so pathetically nervous it was amazing he hadn’t fallen over or at the very least began sweating bullets from how badly he was fucking up basic socializing. Then again, he looked like he didn’t talk to anyone much, if not at all.

At the question of acting “adorably nervous”, the bomb-head shoved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders trembling with nothing short of sheer flustered disappointment in himself and his horrible social skills. He did admit, though… normally he didn’t get this flustered.

“ You- uh … .. no ..? “ he replied hesitantly, still nervous. “ I’ve .. been told by a couple people that I’m … er .. “

He trailed off, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

“ … Socially awkward, if that .. if that makes any sense. “

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She watched as the tall bombheaded man stumble over his words, she couldn’t help but almost feel bad. She nodded though, signaling her understanding.

“ I see , well , is there anywhere I could go if I need a place to rest ? “

She folded her arms over her chest as she spoke, looking off, at the empty alleyways again.

Whitty looked around for a second, poking his head out of the alleyway before cocking a hand back, his thumb pointing somewhere behind him.

“ Yeah, two blocks down and on the right, there’s a cheap hotel .. it’s not the best quality, but it’s not the worst- at least, that’s what a friend said. “

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She cocked an eye brow at the taller man, but nodded anyway, she looked up up at down, as if analyzing him closely.

“ Whatever you say , , , are you familiar with this place ? I can’t say I am , “

She sighed, turning her head towards the other side of the alleyway.

“ I am, actually … I basically grew up in these alleys … uh- not like- I’m okay with not really having a proper house, I just- “

The bomb head inhaled, sighed softly. Damnit, why’d he have to be to socially awkward?

“ … I like being in the open- or- in alleyways— whatever! The point is, I’m content here. “

[explxsive-emxtions]

⚘ "ah, a new fair maiden has co—"

there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

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“ You look , , utterly suspicious ? It’s almost comical , , are you okay? “ - 🥊

“ I’m not— “

Whitty held his hands up for a moment, then slowly put them in his pockets.

“ … I’m not bad, but .. I’m fine, don’t worry. “

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„Yo dude. You look look cool. What’s your name?“

@bobgamingreal who isn’t Bob FNF because of legal reasons

“ It’s .. Whitty. Didn’t expect to see a little white … blob, thing .. passing by. “

[bobgamingreal]

„I didn’t expect seeing a huge bomb guy. Yet here we are. Name‘s Bobgaming_real2021, or Bob for short. There may be another blob that looks similar to me also named Bob and I just wanna say we are NOTHING alike. I got these sick headphones and he doesn’t. Makes me the superior Bob >:).“

*the headphone‘s eyes blink and stare at you*

„So do you like, make explosions? Or shoot fire? no wait that would be kinda bad since that’s probably something you should stay away from…especially when your head is a bomb.”

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“ Do I want to know? “

Whitty shoved his hands into his pockets, fiddling with the inside of the seams of the stitches. He was.. well, disturbed by the eyes. Why would eyes on a pair of headphones need to be able to blink? Let alone stare. It gave him an uneasy feeling he couldn’t shake off.

“ I do .. sometimes. It’s better you don’t see it, or … be around for it in general. I try not to set random fires … brings too much attention, which is the last thing I want. “

[bobgamingreal]

„Oh you can? That’s pretty cool! I don’t got smth like that, but I am basically formless!“

*on cue, they loose their entire shape and became a puddle on the ground. They „stood up“ again, regaining their shape, as a black tentacle forms from their back to scratch their head.*

„sad I won’t see it, I bet it would look awesome. I won’t press further…though why do you not attention? You a criminal? Did you get in trouble for your fire? What did you do? Was is bad?“

*they sound…oddly enthusiastic with those last statements. Far too much for someone to ask another person. Then again, they aren’t really a „person“ per se.*

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Whitty’s eyes widened slightly as he watched the blob-like creature liquified, part of him disturbed, the other filled with a morbid fascination. He didn’t question it further though.

He seemed to almost cringe at the accusation of being a criminal, his expression falling slightly.

“ … No, I’m not a criminal … I didn’t do anything- at least .. not on purpose. There’s just some … people, that have been searching for me. Some people that aren’t too fond of me. “

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„Yo dude. You look look cool. What’s your name?“

@bobgamingreal who isn’t Bob FNF because of legal reasons

“ It’s .. Whitty. Didn’t expect to see a little white … blob, thing .. passing by. “

[bobgamingreal]

„I didn’t expect seeing a huge bomb guy. Yet here we are. Name‘s Bobgaming_real2021, or Bob for short. There may be another blob that looks similar to me also named Bob and I just wanna say we are NOTHING alike. I got these sick headphones and he doesn’t. Makes me the superior Bob >:).“

*the headphone‘s eyes blink and stare at you*

„So do you like, make explosions? Or shoot fire? no wait that would be kinda bad since that’s probably something you should stay away from…especially when your head is a bomb.”

[explxsive-emxtions]

“ Do I want to know? “

Whitty shoved his hands into his pockets, fiddling with the inside of the seams of the stitches. He was.. well, disturbed by the eyes. Why would eyes on a pair of headphones need to be able to blink? Let alone stare. It gave him an uneasy feeling he couldn’t shake off.

“ I do .. sometimes. It’s better you don’t see it, or … be around for it in general. I try not to set random fires … brings too much attention, which is the last thing I want. “

[explxsive-emxtions]

„Yo dude. You look look cool. What’s your name?“

@bobgamingreal who isn’t Bob FNF because of legal reasons

“ It’s .. Whitty. Didn’t expect to see a little white … blob, thing .. passing by. “

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[ I would be posting. If people sent asks. Guys I can’t post if you don’t send me asks come on now 💔 ]

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MASTERLIST

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ANONS ;; 🥊Anon

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OTHER RELATED BLOGS ;; SENPAI

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CREDITS

animated whitty divider by @neosprites animated heart and game over dividers by @pixopixgrenade divider by @huraxy-dividers

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strange anomaly ;; ic

the greater good ;; ooc

ayy this is neat! ;; art

keep a low profile.. ;; ask

the plot thickens ;; lore post

fun sized ;; nsrs post

stay on the run ;; rp

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GUIDELINES

1. NSFW? No. Absolutely not, blog owner is a minor and would prefer the blog be kept as SFW as possible. Besides, Whitty is asexual.

2. WHO ARE YOU? You can call me James! I am a minor and use any/all pronouns EXCLUDING she/her.

3. ARE YOU ACTIVE ALL THE TIME? No, that's why I ask you to be patient with me !! I am currently going through another year of high school as of making this blog, but I will be out soon! Plus, I am sometimes not in the mood to continue threads, sorry!

4. IS ENGLISH YOUR FIRST LANGUAGE? Yes ! I ask you try and keep responses in english, unless part of character.

5. ARE OCS WELCOME HERE? Of course ! I love seeing/interacting with OC’s !! Feel free to send them over !!

6. WHAT IS YOUR WRITING LENGTH? Depends on who I’m role-playing with, motivation, or how long the other response is !!

7. SHIPS? This blog will try to be centered around BALLISTICROSES or Whitpai (Whitty x Senpai), please do NOT try to force Whitty x Carol upon the blog or you WILL be blocked and or ignored.

8. WHAT ABOUT CROSSOVER RP? YES! But please ask me beforehand.

9. ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS? Yes! This blog will likely have topics of gore, blood, experimentation, and cults. Please DNI if you wouldn’t like to be involved with any of these themes.

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ABOUT MUSE

N A M E Whitmore

N I C K N A M E Whitty

A G E 21

G E N D E R Male

S P E C I E S Bomb , ???

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ABOUT MOD

N A M E James

A G E 16

G E N D E R Male