Andrew Flaherty RP

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Independent Roleplay/Ask Blog For “Andrew Flaherty”, An Original Character Unaffiliated With Any Fandom.

Established July 2022.

21 Years RP Experience.

Selective.

Multiship & Multiverse.

Mun & Muse Of Age

Written By Duckie Nella Moriarty.

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"Maybe you'll feel better if you talk about it."

"It's okay. You don't have to say."

"You don't trust me by now?"

"You can say anything to me, I won't judge you."

"Have you...thought about talking to a therapist?"

"Who told you not to talk about it?"

"I never know when you're being quiet because that's just how you are, or if there's something wrong."

"You don't owe me or anyone else an explanation. But..."

"Things are going to stay the same forever if you won't talk about it."

"I can see you struggling. Take your time. I'm listening."

"I'll be here when you're ready."

"You never talk about yourself."

"Acting the strong silent type all the time is a good way to wind up lonely and hurting."

"The squeaky wheel gets the oil, you know. If you need something, speak up."

"I can talk to them for you if you want."

"I'll vouch for you, it's fine."

"Yeah, I don't like talking feelings either. Wanna go break something instead?"

"Is it that you can't find the words, or was what happened to you just that big?"

"Hey, I didn't know that about you."

"You don't have to say it, it's written all over your face."

"Good thing I can read you like a book."

"Is that you, [Name]? I almost forgot what your voice sounded like."

"You're full of secrets."

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OOC; As you've probably discerned, I'm back!! <3 I'm absolutely going to be giving this blog & its info a massive re-vamp, so please bear with me. Still open for interactions in the meantime!!

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@byondtheveil sent a sentence starter: "Trick or Treat!"

{!!} – ❝Still a couple o’ weeks til Halloween. Besides, you’re a bit old for trick or treating, aren’t you?❞ Andrew lifted his chin to peer downwards at the young woman standing on his porch through half-lidded eyes, leaning against the doorframe with casual resolve – he could only assume to know the type of “candy” which she was after, having seen her around the block a few times hanging around with his mates. Andrew wore an ill-fitting attempt at a smile, generally at ease yet still characteristically awkward – cringing, almost. ❝What do you need, my darlin’? Not really my department, but I’ll tell ‘em you’re ‘ere.❞

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@sinshosted sent a sentence starter: “ you have to believe me. ” //from ava

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{!!} – ❝Don’t tell me what I 'ave to fuckin’ believe!❞ Andrew grit his teeth, almost as crooked as his rectitude or lack thereof, and glared like steel as he continued to aim the gun with unwavering conviction directly at the centre of her forehead. He felt sick to his stomach, but he wouldn’t show it, no matter how much his conscience tried to shake him out of it. You vile fuck. Threatening a kid with a firearm. He could’ve puked up in self-disgust, and yet he persevered with learned obduracy, appearing flawlessly unmoved by her plea though that was far from the case. It was nothing he hadn't done a hundred times before.

❝You and your mates broke in 'ere, and you’re the only one who didn’t scarper like a pussy at the sight of a gun. Admirable, I have to admit…if you hadn't got caught when the garage door shut in front of you before you could snatch whatever it is you stupid fuckin' kids thought you might be able to find in 'ere.❞ Andrew slowly tilted his head to one side, observing her movements closely with the piercing intensity of his deeply-set green eyes. The gun remained still. ❝And don’t you give me all that ‘I'm just an innocent bystander, I was only trying to stop them’ shit again. You answer to me now, not your little friends. Okay?❞ The gunman wet his lips and spoke his ultimatum calmly. ❝Now, I don't wanna 'ave to shoot you. You seem like a nice girl, got caught up in the wrong crowd - I get it.❞ Andrew shrugged his shoulders, attempting to convey some semblance of human compassion at the very least. ❝So, what’s it to be, ey…? You gonna spill their names…or do I ‘ave to spill your brains all over that nice clean, white wall be'ind you?❞

Andrew had no real intention of pulling the trigger. Not unless she posed a threat, at least. Still, even then, he would probably have the clemency to aim at a lower limb.

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@4fter-hours sent a sentence starter: ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ from Elizabeth

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{!!} – Emeralds of the deepest green resplendence draped lavishly between Elizabeth’s piratic fingers seemed to perfectly mirror the roguish twinkle in Andrew’s eyes as he grinned at his affiliate from across the garage. ❝Alright, don’t get cocky!❞ he bantered through his playful smile, tossing her an unopened can from the fully stocked mini fridge. ❝You score anythin’ else while you were there?❞

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Moved from {x} because Tumblr absolutely despises RPers

@bleedingovereden: Ink was truly on the verge of falling asleep by that point, his eyes fluttering closed as he nuzzled close to Andrew. He was sleepy, warm, and comfortable, and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open. Still, though his face was peaceful, his mind was anything but. The same thoughts were still churning in his head, a terrible whirlpool threatening to drown him at any moment. He wasn’t the kind of person for whom good things happened, and he especially wasn’t the kind of person for whom good things lasted. No, Ink knew very well by now that nothing good stayed, at least not for him. It was something he’d come to terms with years ago, when he saw his husband’s corpse lying so still on their bedroom floor. Despite that, though, Andrew made Ink feel like there was a chance that he could have something good. Somehow, being around Andrew, especially in moments like this where they could just enjoy each other’s comfort and company, made him feel like maybe there was something for him. At the very least, moments like this made him yearn for more, made him desperately crave the companionship and love he’d long since decided simply weren’t made for him. Ink wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t a damaged person, that he wasn’t a cobbled-together pile of broken glass trying his best to be a person. And he knew that Andrew was very similar, even if he didn’t know the exact causes of the other man’s trauma. It would take a lot of effort, but Ink felt a small flare of hope in his chest. It was small, achingly so, but maybe... just maybe, there was something after all. Because, really, Ink did mean it when he said he wasn’t going anywhere. If life wanted to take this happiness from him, it would have to tear it from his scarred hands. In the present moment, Ink knew that Andrew was asleep, as he heard the way the other man’s breathing evened out. He opened his own tired eyes and looked up at Andrew’s face, a soft smile spreading across his own. It was nice to see Andrew looking so peaceful, so content, when normally those expressions were hard to come by. Truly, a part of Ink was honored that Andrew would trust him enough to show him this. Another part of Ink thought, quietly, that Andrew was beautiful like this, peaceful and warm and relaxed. Of course, he thought Andrew was always beautiful, but moments like this were special and meant to be cherished in their own special way. With that in mind, Ink leaned up, carefully, and pressed a chaste kiss to Andrew’s cheek. Then, he settled down against the other man’s side, leaning against him and allowing his own eyes to fall closed once more. Within moments, Ink was asleep.

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{!!} – Enkindling near-sober ataraxia, Ink’s company was a foreign relief from the raging devils inside Andrew’s head. It whispered impermanence, just like everything did, and yet it felt just within his grasp. His life had become a living nightmare. His actual nightmares only served to kick him whilst he was down. But that night, while he slept next to Ink, they lay dormant. Never quite eliminated, but forced into temporary inoperability for the first time in what felt like, and probably was, the duration of several long, exhausting years. The night was rich with budding feelings.

6:00 a.m. 

The morning clocked in far too quickly, he thought, as sunlight poured in through the slanted cracks in the window blinds. His bleary eyes struggled to adjust to the invasive illumination as Andrew fumbled languidly for his glasses, before he came to the foolish realisation that he was still wearing them from the night just passed. With his head now resting heavily in the palm of his hand, Andrew yawned himself awake and rubbed his eyes, only to suddenly double-take and come to the wide-eyed cognizance that Ink was still sleeping soundly next to him. Truth be told, he’d assumed Ink would’ve slipped out hours ago by now. The potentiality of him still being there when Andrew woke up just hadn’t really occurred to him. That being said, despite having spent the night together, it wasn’t as if they’d actually slept together in that sense of the phrase, so he supposed Ink didn’t really have the same incentive to sneak shamefully out the door like the usual sort of company he brought home. That in itself was a strange and refreshing comfort; a stark exception from his constant over-indulgence in self-destructive behaviours to which Andrew always seemed to return.

An hour later and Andrew’s second cup of coffee sat untouched next to the digital screen over which his stylus wandered indecisively across his options on the earthy colour palette. On the screen, a macabre depiction of a wilting flower stifled by the constriction of its roots breaching the earth and clinging tightly to its own stem. At its soil line, an incorporeal entity of sorts valiantly hacked at its roots, unable to free the drooping vegetation from its self-suffocation, while still allowing it a moment to breathe a little easier, nonetheless. 

His mental immersion in his artwork had meant that Andrew hadn’t heard Ink’s footsteps approaching him, the sudden appearance of the dishevelled figure beside him causing a sudden unexpected jolt that resulted in the spillage of the lukewarm cup of coffee across the smooth marble tabletop. For a moment, he looked visibly panicked, but not to clean up the spill - rather to find something with which he could cover the screen which featured that morning's work-in-progress. Andrew was perhaps unduly private about his illustrations for which he had gained somewhat of a decent following for online under an anonymous alias: “facelessvulture”, inspired by the deeply implanted memory of one of his first bad psychedelic trips.

Emitting a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a groan at his own stupid blunder, Andrew turned out what was supposed to be a pleasant smile in Ink’s direction, concealing the symbolic imagery on the screen with the cloth he used to clean his glasses, standing up and then moving into the kitchen to retrieve a wad of paper towels to soak up the mess. ❝Hey…! Did you, uh…sleep okay? I hope I didn’t wake you.❞ Andrew swallowed dryly, unreasonably charmed by the sight of the tangle-haired figure on the outskirts of the room. What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s not your fucking boyfriend, he undetectably censured himself. Tossing the soggy tissues into the bin, Andrew topped up the coffee machine with some fresh water and pushed up the bridge of his glasses, ❝Do you want some coffee? Unless you have somewhere to be…no pressure to stay or anything. Obviously.❞ Andrew shrugged, attempting to play down how much he cared for Ink's company as he leaned with his back against the counter. Please, God, stay, even if just for a moment more.

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@bates--boy sent a sentence starter: ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜

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{!!} – His deep-set eyes were consciously uncommunicative of the boundless grief carved tenderly into the centre of his heart in five perpetually bleeding letters, ‘ALICE’. To display his vulnerability was to undermine everything he had ever done to get to this point, and he wasn’t about to let the mask slip now. Andrew cracked the joints in both his thumbs and sucked his teeth, briefly contemplating whether Sealand was asking him out of respect to his departed daughter, or if he was making some kind of attempt to get him to crack. Without divulging too much sensitive information at once, Andrew pronounced morosely, glancing again at the photograph perched idly upon the coffee table in a silver embellished frame, ❝She overdosed.❞

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@harbingercfdeath sent a sentence starter: ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜

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{!!} – 'Standing’ was an incredible overstatement of his capabilities at that time. It was a wonder Andrew even had the capacity to string his words into a full sentence in his state. Absolutely bladdered on an ill-advised combination of both whiskey & lager and still half strung out on a heavy dose of illegally acquired amitriptyline, he’d scarcely managed to find his way to his friend’s front door before collapsing into a sedated heap just outside the threshold. Though, there was more to this encounter than first met the eye.

A short, sharp outcry of pain as he tried to heave himself up from the ground, succumbing to a feeble kneel, ❝Issac…I thi-...I-I need your help.❞

Perhaps Issac hadn’t noticed at first as Andrew’s duffle coat did a stellar job of mostly concealing his injury, but attempting to help him up from the floor would’ve made the knife wound to his side far more visibly apparent. Upon closer inspection, the reaper would come to realise that both Andrew’s hands were also stained with his own blood. Whether or not he was in search of medical attention or just in morbid desperation for his reaper friend to simply put him out of his misery was unclear, though to assume the former would undoubtedly be the more practical option.

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@everyoneismytoy sent a sentence starter: i'm really infatuated with you.

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{!!} – ❝Are you?❞ The aporetic rivalry between his dubiety of express affection and his innate homoerotic greed created a certain ambiguity to the intention behind his question, so that even he, himself, couldn’t be entirely sure whether he was seeking affirmation that there was, indeed, still the suggestion of appeal about who he was, or if he was just trying to bait him closer towards him. Andrew tossed the paper towels he’d used to soak up the excess leakage from his knuckles into the kitchen bin, purposely neglecting to wipe the conspicuous splash of red from his face before he turned to face Felix with attentive eyes. ❝...Or do you just like the blood?❞

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"OOPS... I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

maybe i've developed feelings.

did you just expect me to keep my distance?

i'm afraid you'll break my heart.

i've had feelings for you all this time.

consider it a crush. just a crush.

i've been meaning to tell you the truth about my feelings.

i can't really help how i feel, now can i?

have you noticed the way i stare at you?

i can't keep lying to myself about my feelings.

it's all right if you don't feel the same.

it's difficult to be around you and not feel this way.

you make it easy to catch feelings.

you showed me kindness when no one else would.

how long have you felt this way about me?

i'm not very good at concealing a crush.

would you consider it a crush, or would you consider it... more?

i knew you had feelings for me.

why did you lie about how you felt?

you make me dizzy just by looking at me.

i can't keep myself together when you're near me.

i didn't think you'd ever feel the same way about me.

it's only a crush. it's harmless. it'll go away.

we're not supposed to feel this way.

from the moment we met, i knew.

you're rather cute, you know.

i can't exactly control my heart!

this isn't some thing i can just turn on and off at whim!

these are feelings! real feelings!

do you feel the same or not?

do i even have a chance with you?

could you ever see me as more than a friend?

do you feel anything when you look at me?

i've had a crush on you ever since i can remember.

i'm not blushing!

that was really sweet of you.

no wonder everyone gets so flustered around you.

i don't blame them for staring. i mean, look at you!

you're a very beautiful person.

anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.

was that kiss too much?

maybe i never should have told you how i feel.

forget i said anything to you at all.

you're not like the others. you're special.

you just made my heart skip a beat.

am i blushing?

you have a tendency to make things more difficult... yet more fun.

i'm at quite a loss for words.

you really don't know your effect on people, do you?

i think of you very fondly.

if it were possible, yes. i'd be with you.

if only we could make this work between us.

i'm afraid to feel more than just an innocent crush.

who told you i had a crush?

you're still trying to make me blush.

i'm really infatuated with you.

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Make assumptions about my muse in my askbox and my muse will respond to them. Anonymous said: assumption: you're just doing what you can, and ultimately i don't know what i'd have done differently in your situation.

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{!!} – Their validation was a double-edged sword, bittersweet in both the acknowledgement that he’d at least wanted to do the right thing in the face of desperation & adversity but also the recognition that he had continually misstepped in heinous directions as a consequence of being unable to.

Andrew nodded his head slowly in solemn gratitude for their sensitivity. ❝Fuckkk…that is so much kinder than I deserve.❞

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the-blackened-dove​:

“Come on, Andy. let’s get you to the back, huh?” He was a regular here. And it was usually fun, having Andrew around- he was a menace with the most infectious laugh and a taste for trouble. he got on well with the staff, he always paid his tab up when his drug-loving brain could remember it, and he never talked down to her.  He might have been one of her favorites.  And being a favorite patron gave Andrew Flaherty a lot of privileges. One of them was the amount of patience she had for his antics. If she were to count the number of times she’d carried this absolute hellion to the bathroom or put him to bed on her sofa? She’d be at it for three days.  Pulling the man up over her shoulder, Roxxy took  Andrew’s weight off his feet and helped him move. “You need to stop doing this on an empty stomach, love, you’re going to get hurt.” 

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{!!} – Hell only knows how long he’d spent out back heaving his guts up. Roxxy was right, he really ought to stop doing this on an empty stomach, but Andrew had become so desensitised to his own tendencies that he had quite simply lost the will to avail himself of such precautionary measures.

Maybe, someday, it would be the end of him. And maybe, that was what he wanted. And yet, his last promise to his late daughter necessitated his survival above everything else. And so, with one inebriated foot in front of the other, Andrew persevered in life, using his vices as a crutch for endurability. And by God, he would not let his dearly departed Alice down in death as he had in life.

Andrew wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. He woke up on the sofa to a familiar pounding inside his head, the sort that almost made you want to rip your own eyes out just to stop them from aching, concomitant with the crash. If he hadn’t felt as absurdly thirsty as he was, he might’ve just stayed there for the foreseeable. Heavy limbs were forcibly hauled upwards into a sedated standing position before dragging his heels to the kitchen sink, he obtained a glass of water. After wetting his gullet, Andrew - entirely too tall for it to look comfortable - leaned over the counter with his eyes clamped tightly shut, and groaned morosely.

Fucking Hell, what must Roxxy think of him…? This cycle of self-destruction seemed to perpetuate in atrocious negligence to her generosity. All Andrew felt in those moments was fatigue and deep-seated shame. The pointless repetition of his usual apologies and overused excuses didn’t seem like they were enough anymore. This was so unfair on Roxxy, but there was no easy fix to this convoluted mess. It all traced back to one night...

The junkie turned to face her in the doorway when the sound of Roxxy’s footsteps informed him of her presence. Andrew swallowed thickly, voice hoarse with enervation when he looked at her with sorrow and guilt laden in his half-lidded eyes, ❝…Rox…❞

[stwupiid]

hit me and tell me how pretty i look crying

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@formorethananame sent a sentence starter: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ (from Corazon!)

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{!!} – ❝It’s an option, yeah, but a pretty stupid fuckin’ move to make this early on. You can’t just go in with all guns blazing and expect there not to be any consequences.❞ Andrew shook his head in immediate elimination of her plan, chewing his nails while he ruminated. ❝…Besdies, they’ll be expecting that.❞ He sighed and allowed his hand to fall to rest upon the table, blinking his blue-eyed gaze, occupied with thought, in her direction, ❝You got any more of those bright ideas?❞

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@thegermanspelunker sent a sentence starter: ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜

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{!!} – ❝Yep.❞ Andrew sauntered unaffectedly past them and continued on in flagrant disregard, not even sparing them a glance.