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This is an askblog/rp blog for Taph with no spoken dialogue(Obviously). I won't be drawing on this blog much, so I'll be using emojis to imitate sign language following by a translation, like in Forsaken!

Feel free to flood me with asks! Just make sure they are about different things! ^-^

((This blog is operated by @thesillycreechur and is related to [BLOG REPURPOSED]. Go check them out!))

Ref under the cut

*places an iris flower crown on his head*

"You look like heaven."

Andrew, I’m going to be 100% honest with you, you are literally the most beautiful person ever like your eyes are gorgeous, your hair’s lovely and you have a super pretty face I wanna kiss all the time

Your words of compliments instantly made his once pale face turned to that of a bright red tomato. He quickly brought his hands up to cover and pat his blushing cheeks, brows furrowing – not of anger but of sheer embarrassment. He was completely stunned to the core, he didn't quite know how to respond to.. Such words coming from your mouth. Albeit this not being the first time he has heard such things of himself from you. Nonetheless, he was still clueless of what to do.

"I... Thank you..?" He says shakily, his ruby eyes avoiding to meet yours. His hands lowers down, fingers now playing and picking against each other. "You.. - You are very pretty.. to-too.." He soon murmurs out, only then did he dared to take a quick glance at you.

And perhaps.. Just maybe he did steal a few more glances at that pretty face of yours. And somehow almost as if he gained the boldness from that prisoner, he grabs your arms into a slightly tight grip. Pulls you towards him and crashes his lip against yours, but that lasted for no more than a few short seconds.

You know, therapy is really expensive, but it's completely free to just tell yourself "it be like that sometimes" - 🍬 anon

ada turned her head to look at you chastisingly, crossing her arms as she did so. the psychologist furrowed her brows and upturned her lips. “[name]. stop it. you’re better than that,” she shook her head, gently taking your shoulder and ushering you to sit down on the chair across her table and going to pour the two of you a cup of tea. “though i can agree with you, therapy is unfairly expensive, especially to some who truly need some professional help,” mesmer began, setting a cup for each of you down on the table inbetween, “it is no way for you to simply always let the world walk all over you.” as she finished, you found yourself snuggled in a weighted blanket, the lights dimmed comfortably, and your friend across you pushing a bowl of sweets to share with a demure smile across her face.

Heyy Aesop so like I heard you like the dead, suddenly I’m deceased <33

Indeed Aesop prefers the deceased over the living and he for sure knows you aren't one. However, perhaps you are the only exception, for he has taken a slight interest in you. Aren't you a lucky one?

"Are you saying that in hopes of getting me to like you back?" He asks, even though the answer was clear and right in front of him. Even so, Aesop couldn't help but to shake his head with the quietest of chuckles leaving his mouth.

this blog is my self insert blog to make myself happy!

you're free to follow and rb art!

if you don't like the thing, you're free to move on and not follow

you're free to talk to me!! chat w me about characters, send requests, or even ask my opinion on a character! for that last one you may get a drawing in return!

my sona!

WAKE UPPPPPPP /j /silly