STARRY.

" his ribcage is filled with flowers but they are dead, dead, dead. " indie self based fandomless oc. WRITTEN BY KING.

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It’s a strange feeling, desperately wanting someone to care, all the while pushing everyone away.

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isaac probably has one of the worst eyesights ever . fortunately , he has glasses but never wears them because he feels stupid in them despite being in the design he wanted them in . somehow , he has no problem in wearing other people’s glasses and reducing the reliability of his eyesight for its getting worse by the minute and day . don’t be surprised if you see him squinting just to read subtitles on the television when he’s only a foot away .

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i dont remember how to make my icons;;;

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( JAZZ HANDS ) it is i , your neighborhood nerdy 3 year old , KING !! i’m highkey bad with graphics and lazy to try , so here we are !! i am bringing you my SELF BASED OC !! clap please

his name is ISAAC , but you gotta be reaaaaaalllly close to him to learn his real name 

high schooler finishing up that last year 

a closeted agender - masc 

his parents sucks and is trying really hard to move away from them 

call him feminine or a girl and he’ll cry mate 

very small and very pure and very normal

selective mute and literally will not talk to anyone unless he trusts them

excitable.... in both the ANXIOUS way and the HAPPY way

oh dear jesus christ you dont want to know how much and different issues he has 

if you’re interested in interacting , please LIKE / REBLOG this post !! i love isaac very much so i wish for people to love him too ;;

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bathtub / the front bottoms

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isaac has a fondness for sim dating games  although he sucks at choosing the proper choices . majority of the time , it is supposed to help him find ideas to insert in his stories ( as does other experiences he forces to put himself thru ) , but he also likes to be lost in the fantasy of someone liking him as well . he finds it kind of sad that he resorts to games where men / women are functioned and programmed to give generated responses .

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VIKTOR.

His lips twitched into a grin. Maybe he wasn’t as alone in the world as he thought he was. “Any ideas? Or we could always watch a movie.”

he perks up at the mention of MOVIES , despite it being an event where there was less talking . ( he briefly remembers that to get to know someone , you shouldn’t go to a movie for it did not allow conversing . ) he hurriedly taps on his phone’s keyboard before holding it up     -- 

[ cafe ?? or you could take me to your rink , you’re a figure skater , right ?? ]

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VIKTOR.

Relishing in the contact, Viktor hummed softly. It was really lonely, living on his own. Even though he had Makkachin, it felt like something was missing. He hated that feeling. “Do you want to do something tomorrow?” he laughed lightly, “Or later today, I guess would be more accurate.”

isaac pulls away slightly so he can look at him straightforwardly , amber eyes blinking rapidly at the invitation . despite him having been invited to spend time with him before , it was rather startling to know that viktor would like to spend more time with him . catching himself before he could squeak an embarrassed noise , he hurriedly nods in confirmation that he would like to do something with him later .

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VIKTOR.

Viktor smiled and gave him a hug. “Happy New Years. I hope this is a good one!” 

isaac returns to warm hug with a smile , nodding against his shoulder as he hopes this year will be better as well .

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here he holds up his phone , his notes page open and text written on the lines    -- ‘ HAPPY NEW YEARS . ‘

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STRANGER.

Fingers grasp the towel tightly fearing that it would slip through them. The nerves were numbed by the chill of the rain and his attempts at drying off were pathetic. 

❝ Thank you !!! Do you want something to drink ??? I’m sure my mother has a pot of tea going.❞

the offer nearly startles him and having him nearly drop the towel . he merely handed him a towel and yet he was offered some TEA in exchange ?? ( not that it wasn’t appreciated , because it was . he was very cold and drenched right now . ) glancing awkwardly to the side , isaac allows himself to nod silently .

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VIKTOR.

Viktor looked at the screen and gave the other a bright smile. “It’s alright. I can talk for you if you want. I don’t mind at all.” He didn’t mind if his friend didn’t like to talk much, he still wanted to be friends.

Viktor took the cups of hot chocolate and handed one to Isaac. “Here. It’ll warm you up. You look cold.”

He gave the other’s shoulder a squeeze. “Is it a long way home for you? My apartment is around the corner of you want to come over and warm up by the fireplace.”

he accepts the hot chocolate , nodding in thanks and closing his eyes in comfort of the drink’s warmth emanating from the cup whilst wondering how a person could be so KIND to someone they just met . though he was pleased to hear that viktor would not mind his lack of words , but the anxiety of him getting tired of it eventually lingered in the back of his mind .

eyes open when his shoulder is squeezed , looking up at viktor with doe eyes . his house was not too far to where they stood , but isaac did not want to return home to hear whatever his parents had to say to him . as much as he wanted to go with viktor to his apartment , he knew trouble would meet him were he to come home at a later time .

... screw it . [ would it be okay to go to your apartment ? ] 

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VIKTOR.

Lips curled into a smile, Viktor waved to catch the stand owner’s attention. “Hello! Two hot chocolates please, with marshmallows,” he said happily. He loved sweets, perhaps too much. He thanked his excessive metabolism for allowing him to eat things like this while still retaining his athletic figure. 

He turned back to Isaac, bouncing on the balls of his feet, excited at the prospect of a sweet, warm drink on such a cold day. “Hmm, Isaac? Are you not feeling well? You shouldn’t be outside in the cold if you’re sick,” he said lightly. 

He took his long coat off of his shoulders and held it out to the other. “I’m used to the cold from skating, you should take this.”

with the desire to not speak in public ( or to strangers and acquaintances for the matter ) , it would make sense for someone to wonder why isaac chooses to be completely silent . assumptions such as having a cold or not in a good mood was the reason but ... eventually , it would come to realization that he refused to speak at all until comfort would come ... usually they left before that comfort found him .

amber eyes glance over at the boy , intending to shake his head in reply to his inquiry but freezes under the weight of viktor’s coat wrapping around his shoulders . thru the open holes of his sweater , he can feel the warmth of the fabric transfer to soothe the coolness of his skin . 

fishing his phone from his pockets and types a single message before showing it to the other      -- [ i don’t like talking much . ] 

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btw if anyone gets tired of having a RP where it’s just one-sided convo all ‘round that plotting where our muses are friends or whatever works too