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love-shutdown:

“Nahaha! No need to sound so anxious about it, I’m a pro at these things!”

Of course, that was a lie. He had never operated anything like this - but it was a touch screen with character customization! How hard could it be? He had messed around with tons of games like this before, given the number of dress-up game websites that were so easy to get clicks on.

“Obviously you just give it a few clicky-clicks and tappy-taps and it just does everything else for you! Then you get to eat it.”

┆ ┆ ❝ Then you... get to eat it? ❞ he repeats. His eyes narrow, this man must be joking. How are you meant to get this... design out of the computer and into his mouth? His stomach growls as if in agreement with his new friend and he frowns. ❝ So if I just tap here... ❞

Andrew reaches out and taps on one of the pictures. Suddenly, a completely different screen appears, and he jumps back as if electrocuted.

❝ You said it would be fine! ❞ he accuses, and crosses his arms over his chest.

#love-shutdown #loveshutdown ✧ one.#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#listen. this is going to be a disaster but it will be fun. ok?

┆ ┆ It’s cold. But Andrew is not -- has never been -- afraid of the cold; it is within the stony walls of that godforsaken church where he lived and spent so many of his days where he grew accustomed to the frigid air. Still, he covers himself in a jacket and begins to walk down the narrow alleyways towards where he’d heard there were churches. Surely, if there were so many different religions, he would be able to find a place of worship that held his same values.

Andrew’s shoulders hunch forward and he stops, almost stepping on a small, innocent looking flower. He plucks it, and brings it to his nose to smell and remembers about irises and graveyard flowers. A sigh escapes him, and he feels eyes on the back on his head which causes him to straighten his posture. Already on edge, he tenses more.

❝ Who... who’s there? ❞

@avarita ✧ starter call.

#avarita #avarita ✧ one.#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#luke 21:26 ✧ isola event.#a crocus amongst us

┆ ┆ He looks at the controls and furrows his brows. Andrew is not one for electronics, not in the least -- this is something he’s never seen before, and it’s not as if he would be able to operate this even if it wasn’t the first time he’s looked at a computer screen. It’s too complicated.

❝ You... you’re sure you know how to operate this? ❞ he asks, not wanting to sound too accusatory, but this whole gingerbread cookie lookalike machine does not make any sense to him.

@love-shutdown ✧ starter call.

#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#love-shutdown #loveshutdown ✧ one.#FORCES U TO MAKE A GINGERBREAD COOKIE WITH MEEEEE

┆ ┆ There are a lot of things Andrew has seen in his life. Many unpleasant things, things that would keep most up at night -- he’s done things that would make most people gasp and shudder. Does that matter, though? In this strange, horrible place, does anything he’s seen before even matter at all?

Andrew doesn’t have much time to contemplate this as his mind catches up with what he’s seeing. Everything he’s seen in his life doesn’t even compare to what he’s looking at now. It’s impossible, improbable, inconceivable. This girl is... flying? He blinks a few times before he hunches over, almost cowering, and shields his eyes with the back of his hand. ❝ Aah! What are you--! Don’t come any closer! ❞

@starmaginoubi ✧ starter call.

#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#starmaginoubi #starmaginoubi ✧ one.

┆ ┆ Andrew does not like the sun. He does not like the way the heat burns his skin, the way his eyes need to squint, and the way his heavy clothes make him feel almost claustrophobic. So, it is strange that he finds himself in such a bright, sunny, colorful place. His new home in the Archimedes Ward is too busy, maybe, for the antisocial gravekeeper, and though he is trying to get out of the sun and away from the star trail it looks as if this is going to be more difficult than he intended.

The girl looks friendly -- which may or may not be a good thing, but when he catches her eye he shifts his white-blond hair in front of his lazy eye and looks down. ❝ Excuse me ? ❞ he asks, very softly, and clearly nervous. ❝ Do... do you know where... uhm. Do you know where the condos are? ❞

@moraypower ✧ starter call.

#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#moraypower #moraypower ✧ one.#let me know if this works for you!!

isolaradiale

hello! I'd like to reapp andrew kreiss from identity v! his app is under the third link in the sidebar

Welcome back to snowy Isola Radiale, Andrew!

You'll be placed in CONDO 413.

You'll retain everything you were given in your pervious visit.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ solaris.

#proverbs 3:5 6 ✧ ooc.

hello hello! i want to get the ball rolling, so here is a quick starter call with a cap of three, castmates -- as always -- exempt from the cap <3

#isola rp ad

artisticresonance:

@mezarinincili asked: ‘ why are you crying? ’ ( x not accepting )

|| █ ▌— edgar frowns and wipes his eyes. he hadn’t expected the gravekeeper to notice, honestly, and his expression quickly turns to one of hostility to mask his embarrassment.

was he being mocked?

❝ i’m not crying, you’re obviously seeing things, ❞ he snaps, wiping his sleeve across his eyes once more before blinking away more tears. what a mess. if there was one thing edgar absolutely despised it was looking weak in front of others. ❝ what do you want? ❞

┆ ┆Andrew is not good at comforting, and his own expression mirrors that of the painter. He rubs his arm and looks down, his hair sticking to his forehead and obscuring half his face.

❝ I didn’t mean... I didn’t mean anything... by that, Mr Valden, ❞ he says, softly. He holds the shovel in his hands, his grip tight as he manages to catch a glimpse of the painter who still very clearly was upset. Had Andrew crossed a boundary? ❝ Did I upset you? Do you want me to leave...? ❞

#artisticresonance #artisticresonance ✧ ONE.#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.

┆ ┆ ❝ ╼ no matter how much you say it tastes good, ❞ Andrew starts, eyes narrowed as he stares at the sharp-toothed teenager. He’s been bullied one too many times to fall for this trick. Octopus balls? He’s not stupid. He knows that it’s probably raw fish that will make him gag the moment he puts it to his lips.

Though it does look tasty from where he stands, his form hunched and his shoulders raised, he shakes his head. He knows how teenagers are ╼ creative masters of torment. ❝ I won’t believe you. Where did you even get that? ❞

— @bindingheart

#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#bindingheart ✧ one.#lmk if this works for you!

charmymemes

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.

‘ is it complete? ’

‘ who are you? ’

‘ who is this? ’

‘ why are you bleeding? ’

‘ what would i do without you? ’

‘ do you feel alright? ’

‘ what’s your name? ’

‘ why do you hate me? ’

‘ do you want something to eat? ’

‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’

‘ did you read it yet? ’

‘ can you help me? ’

‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’

‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’

‘ you awake? ’

‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’

‘ how dare you? ’

‘ can i have a word? ’

‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’

‘ can you stop interupting me? ’

‘ why are you here? ’

‘ what happened? ’

‘ haven’t you said enough? ’

‘ why are you still ___? ’

‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’

‘ what did you dream of? ’

‘ why are you yelling? ’

‘ how could you say that? ’

‘ is that mine? ’

‘ why did you turn out this way? ’

‘ are you talking to me? ’

‘ why won’t he date me? ’

‘ why did you hit him? ’

‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’

‘ are you serious? ’

‘ who did this? ’

‘ will i regret this? ’

‘ do you promise? ’

‘ is that mine? ’

‘ am i dead? ’

‘ can you stop moving? ’

‘ is he looking at me? ’

‘ does it hurt? ’

‘ how did that happen? ’

‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’

‘ are you in love with me yet? ’

‘ is it that important? ’

‘ want some? ’

‘ was that an accident? ’

‘ what’s the deal with you? ’

‘ who do you think you are? ’

‘ can i ask you something? ’

‘ why don’t you leave then? ’

‘ how could you? ’

‘ is this all you can do? ’

‘ why is this here? ’

‘ how did you get in here? ’

‘ is it freezing to you? ’

‘ what are you making tdday? ’

‘ are you lost? ’

‘ has it been that long? ’

‘ how could you? ’

#meme friday tag

┆ ┆ It is not Andrew’s goal to be lost in the woods.

It is his goal to get as far away as he could from sounds and bright lights. He doesn’t like what he perceives as unwelcome stares and snickering behind closed fists, and though it may be his anxiety acting up it still feels incredibly real to him.

He doesn’t expect to see anyone on his walk, at least not as deep in the woods as they now are. His eyes squint in the dying light and he ducks himself behind a tree to avoid being seen —

The cracking sound that reverberates through the air makes him jump back. He looks down at the offender, a large stick now cracked in two, and winces. So much for not drawing attention to himself.

— @lachasse

#lachasse #lachasse ✧ one.#ecclesiastes 3:11 ✧ ic isola.#grisps u tightly