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BOOP CHALLENGE!
Boop!
They have not been booped before.
You have brought it joy
#ask answered#seeds sown whitty#whitty au#ask whitty#seeds sown#ask seeds sown whitty#whitty#ask blog
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"...I dunno..." He didn't think it would be protesting this much about this if it weren't for their hunger. He didn't feel like that little could ever be enough, though maybe that was just because it hadn't been enough to sate their current hunger... It didn't really know for sure.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#Oh alright!#No worries#I don't mind waiting if you need to read through what's already been done in that case#I'm already being fairly slow with my responses so it's not like it's leaving me waiting more than I've done the same
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i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.
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Reblog if you are not a pedophile.
If everyone doesn’t reblog this, I’m unfollowing all of you.
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"...I don't think I'll get hurt just from eatin..." Truthfully, it didn't even get how that was possible. Wouldn't it be the other way around? Where it would hurt to not eat enough?
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#Which is fair enough on Radio's part#Though Whitty's probably a lot more likely to die from too little than too much#Especially considering the OG Whitty canonically has metabolism twice as fast as a humans#and because of that it also means this version of him needs that much more food in order to sustain both themselves and the parasitic plant#At this point#It probably wouldn't be able to live long enough without food to reach the point where the refeeding syndrome is a risk
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"...This's confusin." they decided, not really getting why it was apparently such a big deal to not eat. It didn't like the thought of that. He was pretty hungry, and felt like not eating had to be worse than eating... They weren't sure it had the energy to protest more, however, and so he left the remark as nothing more than a remark.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#This Whitty at least has the benefit of not remembering past trauma thanks to the memory loss#Though it does also come with some naivety from losing any past knowledge of how awful people can be#Unrelated but for a moment I replied with the wrong blog
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"That... I dunno if it feels like enough..." they hadn't realized how little that would be. It didn't look like it would be filling at all... It might be better than nothing, but it sure didn't seem like it'd be that much better... Still, food's food, and he sure wasn't going to let any sort of food go to waste. It took mere moments for it to finish with the crust, and they were soon looking around with his one good eye like it was looking for any other food around.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#That makes sense!#Not every character with abilities is going to want to use them#Especially if it's a character that cares deeply for others#all while having abilities that are mostly harmful#Makes for some wonderful conflict when said abilities actually need used#Side note: Most of my interpretations of Whitty can and will eat anything that fits into their mouth. This Whitty is no exception to that.#They will almost certainly end up trying to eat silverware#or the leaves of a houseplant#or anything else he can get it's hands on that he thinks they could eat
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"I... don't think I get what ya mean by 'sue them', but... Alright I guess?" As Radio held the door open for them, it took a moment to look at the low doorway(Or low to him at least) before ducking through, like it needed a moment to figure out that solution.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#Oh#absolutely#I love when a sweetheart character isn't harmless#It's like how cats have claws#They can be perfectly soft and sweet when they're safe#But they're far from defenseless when they're in danger
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"Mkay... Thanks for tryin t' help." They seemed grateful for the care, even if it'd had some pain. He didn't say anything about it though, if only because they'd gotten so focused on the idea of food that they were able to mostly tune it out.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
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"I guess so... Not like I know much 'bout how things work." They shrugged as he tugged it's hood on, though they winced a bit when one of the thorns on the vine from what used to be his eye caught on the fabric, like it could feel the plant as clearly as they could himself.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#At this point there's not much that could be done to separate the plant from them#The plant long since connected itself to his nerves#Separation would be painful and it would have to get rid of every bit of the plant to be permanent#Even then#to get rid of all of it would be hard to do at all#Impossible without lasting consequences#It's already gotten enough of a hold on it's mind to have led to the memory loss after all#Memory loss bad enough that they can't even remember his name
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"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#a big reason it ended up so thin was because of the plant acting as a parasite and sapping their energy#Not that either of the characters at this point know that the being so thin is more of a result of that than not eating at all
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"Maybe... Yeah. Yeah, food sounds good." They nodded slightly. ...Maybe it not remembering would turn out to be for the best, if the current state of him was any indication of what they'd been through. ...Not to mention that plant that seemed to have infested him... Surely it couldn't be pleasant to have that thing so connected to it... Especially with those thorns along the vines... Maybe they would hurt less if it weren't for that plant, but with how it seemed to originate from within, it probably wouldn't be possible to remove... Or at least not without causing more harm than good.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
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It took a moment, but they were soon hugging back, even if a bit hesitantly. ...The contact felt like it only emphasized just how thin he was, as if they were only skin and bone, with barely enough of anything else to merely survive. ...It also proved just how much of that thinness had been hidden beneath his jacket, especially considering it was a little too easy to feel it's ribs, even with that layer of clothing that would have made that less obvious. ...Unless the fabric was just thinner than it looked...? But that didn't seem right...
The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.
"hurts..."
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
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"...Oh, that... that sounds nice." It nodded, though... he wasn't entirely sure how they were supposed to properly do this 'hug' thing. It figured Radio probably knew better than they would about how that worked, at the very least, and he didn't think it had much reason not to trust this person who had been quite nice to them so far.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
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"...What're you doin...?" They didn't seem to understand the gesture of Radio opening his arms. ...Whether that would have been the case regardless, or if it was just from it not remembering was unclear. The confusion at least seemed to replace some of the distress at the very least, but he still had that sort of lost look in his eyes.
[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
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[Don't mind me joining in!]
*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*
"Ello? Ya need something?"
*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*
The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.
"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?
#whitty#seeds sown#ask blog#ask whitty#ask answered#whitty au#ask seeds sown whitty#seeds sown whitty
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"...Thanks for tryin." It wanted to be grateful, he really did! They just... couldn't help but wonder what his life might have been like before. ...Had it had a home? Friends? Maybe even family? They didn't know... and he wasn't sure it could just figure it out either.
"...Where am I? ...Why don't I remember anything? ...Why does it hurt? ...Who am I? ...What am I? I... I don't know who I am... Someone, please- Who am I? If you can hear me... anyone? ...Please?"
Muse info:
Name: Whitmore
Nickname/preferred name: ???
Age: 21
Pronouns: He/Them/It
Species: Uncertain, though he's certainly humanoid
Height: 8'6"
It seems unhealthily thin...
Reference to what he looks like
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