#existentialismee

[isolaradiale]

on prior reserve, reapplying as kimihiro watanuki from xxxHOLiC! you can find his app by adding /app to the end of his url, or by clicking the navigation button that looks like a dragonfly

Welcome back to frigid Isola Radiale, Forehead!

You will be housed in HOUSE 109.

You'll retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay! – ⋆ diadem.

[hanabisays]

"Yes, please!" She says with respectful excitement. She bows her head again and gives him some of the space he needs.

"Oh, thank you." She can feel her cheeks heat up from the words of the stranger. "There are a lot of spirits here," she starts, eyes wandering around the place. "I didn't know if they had a designated place to find rest. I'm also glad that I was able to build this place." So many have come and gone.

"Do you....," She doesn't finish her sentence and instead, she gestures to the shrine instead. She wouldn't want to distract him and pull him from what he was going to do anyway.

It wasn't until the bird started chirping that Watanuki took notice to it-- dual coloured eyes quickly falling to him.. and in an instance, he felt his heart slow. Appearance wise, he looked to be nothing but a ordinary bird; his deep blue plumage striking, while his call remained soothing and gentle. Yet the more the shopkeeper studied him, the more the feeling grew-- that this bird had been touched by the supernatural in some way. Though it was unlike Tanpopo-- a being that could not be touched by anything negative-- nor was Haru anything akin to Watanuki's familiars..

Instead, it felt like something that should not have been possible-- not to Watanuki's knowledge or teachings, at the very least. The air around him was pure, clean.. almost purifying as the shrine itself.

As if life, itself, poured from his very being.

The moment ticked on for what felt like an eternity, despite that the young woman's voice was quick to pull Watanuki from his trance; the deep, uncertain look in his eye quickly replaced by the smile he had previously used when greeting her. Though suddenly a thousand questions had surfaced from within him, they would have to wait for the time being; there was a reason he came here after all, and it would be disrespectful for him not to see it through.

"I am, yes. I was hoping to leave an offering," folding the sleeve of his kimono with his free hand, the other lifted to show the silken wrap Watanuki had brought with him; tied together to keep the oranges inside safe from harm. "Am I correct to assume that this shrine belongs to you..? I can tell that it is a very peaceful, purifying place. You should be proud of what you were able to bring to this island. I'm sure souls of many kind have found refuge here."

[yajmae]

       EACH FINGER BENDS, one after the other, the exposed tendons and bone beneath it coiling and stretching. his flesh moves like clockwork, quivering with every flinch of a joint, and roll of his wrist, everything in place as it should be. he curls his into his palm, and once satisfied, azrael begins to bind his arm anew in a fresh cut of bandages. luckily he is not wholly bound by his human skin, for despite its pitiful state, he can move his arm quite freely. perhaps he should return to the isles in order to complete the healing process--- at least that way, he wouldn’t have to contend with these accursed mortal wounds reopening and bleeding every half an hour.

       he does this where no-one oft ventures; his pain is none but his own, and he loathes the stares. wrinkling his nose, every pass of the bandage beckons a twitch of his lip, the fabric grazing raw muscle and sinew. the wounds are like fire in his veins, and he hates every second of it. however, it appears another has misjudged him for a friendly presence, and approached nonetheless. lowering his brow, the angel shifts his gaze aside, his arm only partially wrapped.

       he would have considered admonishing the presence... if it weren’t for a familiar face greeting him in that moment. recognition flashes across his features, staying his words... before he wrinkles his nose, averting that gaze. he permits no-one and nothing to his shame--- not even kimihiro.

             “  leave me.  ” he curtly dismisses the other, hoping to banish him so that he may toil in peace.

                                                              @existentialismee​.

[corpsebell]

the modern era was....overwhelming, to put it lightly. overwhelming and a place in which she did not belong. the lights far exceeded the brightness of the sun, the noise was as irritating as naraku's saimyosho and, above all else, it was too crowded. incapable of hearing herself even breathe, what could she do except leave? this city was not a village and the buildings offered little interest for her. what she craved was the woods. the tranquility of the silence the trees offered. a place to think and wonder: why am I alive again?

the strange object given to kikyō upon her resurrection (for what else could it be? she had made peace and yet she continues to live. ) is cast to the side. thrown upon the ground with no interest or care. whatever the wishes of these 'Stars' are, she cares not. there it rests upon the ground as the priestess moves to continue on, intent to walk until she escapes this wretched grouping of metal and living souls.

an unknown voice calls out to her, halting retreating steps. kikyō turns to spare a glance over her shoulder, eyes narrowed at the device held within the stranger's hands. the intention must be to return it. an honest one but pointless overall.

" Leave it. I've no use nor want for what this era holds."

@existentialismee

[phantommirrored]

@existentialismee​

Spirale had begun to feel lonelier and lonelier for quite sometime, minus his roommate in the treehouse, it just seemed like everyone he could fathom tolerating had long been gone.  The shadow had grown quite accustomed to it at this point, but it still stung.  

He’d found himself at a stall giving out hot cocoa for anyone braving the winter fair.  The abrasive teenager figured it was a no brainer, and gloved hands cupped the paper cup, letting the piping hot cup’s heat warm his hands more effectively than the mittens he was wearing.

“Oh, it’s you.”  Shadow had not even realized he’d sidled up near Watanuki.  He didn’t exactly want to acknowledge the other, but he figured if he didn’t say something, Watanuki would.  “I’m not here to make idle chit chat.  So don’t even think about it.”

[leafslash]

TODAY   hadn’t been very remarkable in the grand scheme of things. Ashton had taken a quiet commute to work by foot in the morning, the autumn chill having had him don his scarf for the journey. His shift had been pretty typical too, save for an out of the blue eclipse past his lunch break. By the time he wraps up for the day, shops for the week’s groceries, and begins the path back home it’s well past nighttime—and suffice to say, he’s going to be glad to land face first in bed after dinner and sleep in tomorrow. He’s already thinking of the imminent and hopefully fantastic snooze he’s in for as he unlocks the front door, Gyoro and Ururun sharing the fantasy by sighing longingly through their noses. But it’s as he turns the lock behind him that he realizes... ... He left some of the lights on? That can’t be right, can it? Without any real thought behind it, he walks down the foyer to survey what else he’s left running in the house while away at work, only to find—— “K-...”

“—iro?” A familiar face standing there in the living room, reflecting the same sort of relief and surprise back at him. Immediately, the surge of ‘I missed you’s and the bone-deep ache of wishing to see him again come rushing back like the most turbulent wave rolling against the shoreline. And then Ashton’s blustering halfway across the living room, dragons trailing after him, and wrapping him in his arms so tightly it brings the other to a tiptoe against their wooden flooring. “Kimihiro!”

“I— You’re here!” His hand runs through Kimihiro’s hair, as if to fully cement in his mind that he truly is here and in his arms. “When did you— Was it, earlier?” @existentialismee​  —— reunion!

[divineshadows]

Subversion p1 ask meme @existentialismee​ said:

🍄 - Who are your muse’s friends?

He’s. An anxious person and he tends to struggle with reaching out to people so he doesn’t really think of many people as friends? But I’d say Zal and Lloyd both count, and honestly it really doesn’t take much to be his friend. Just be nice to him,

[workaho1ic]

*: ･ﾟ✧   friendship prompts. (NOT ACCEPTING)

@existentialismee sent:  [drunk] (hopefully sei drinks-)

sender helps a drunk receiver get home safe

“ --senpai. “

Turning to Watanuki who’s wearing a hint of a smirk Seiichirou frowns. Waking up he feels himself supported, arm over the shoulder of the oh so sweet kouhai that he remembers talking in a certain café few weeks back. 

“ ....in another life maybe “, Seiichirou laughs a little, eyes closed, “ it’s Kondou-san, now. Speak respectfully.... “

He wonders if he’s heavy. Aresh always says he weighs nothing but he’s a big, very well toned man, he doesn’t know about the noodle arms of this one. He doesn’t seem very strong, so he should probably walk himself.

“ Alright. “

His tone is even but still glowing with drunken  determination. 

“ You can let me walk now. “ 

[kujoutengu]

@existentialismee

Now that the ordeal of the ark had passed, and the moon was moving out of the new moon phase, Waka slowly felt himself returning to some sort of normal. He was still lethargic and unusually quiet, but he was able to focus more and pass to most as if nothing had happened. He still could not sleep and had low energy, but it was improving.

It had improved more once he found himself back in the familiar forest of Cotes. A part of him desired to move here at some point, for he felt more at ease surrounded by quiet and nature than in the more busier wards of the city. He would miss his roommate, though he could always invite Siebren over. ...assuming he was allowed to move, that is.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Waka turned at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Bonjour~ Are you here to enjoy the scenery, as well?”

[aprentis]

@existentialismee​​.

   “ e-excuse me, i’m so sorry-- ”   in the interest of speed, coco presses her feet together to quickly push herself forward alongside a flap of her wings, for if she didn’t, the reason for her apology would get away from her.  she stretches out her arms and forcefully snatches the creature from the air and away from the poor man it wouldn’t leave alone.

   “ brushbuddy, ”   she grumbles, the exasperation in her voice implying this hadn’t been the first time she’s had to do this,   “ you can’t keep bugging other people like this!  at this rate, you’ll get both our wings confiscated!! ”   

[missmiseery]

Les fléaux, en effet, sont une chose commune, mais on croit difficilement aux fléaux lorsqu'ils vous tombent sur la tête. Il y a eu dans le monde autant de pestes que de guerres. Et pourtant pestes et guerres trouvent les gens toujour aussi dépourvus.

Albert Camus, La peste

[isolaradiale]

hello! i’d like to reapply as kimihiro watanuki from xxxHOLiC if possible! his application can be found under /app. i’d also like for him to be moved back into ashton anchors’ home (cotes ward), please! thank you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Forehead!

You will be housed in Ashton Anchors’ home!

You’ll retain everything you’ve unlocked during your previous stay.

– ⋆ diadem.

[yajmae]

THERE'S SOMETHING JUST LEFT OF NORMAL about this place; an uncanny forgery of god's creation--- a mockery, playing at the real thing. no wonder everything felt so wrong, and no wonder he could barely relax, nor stomach the situation, knowing the truth of his cage. their laws bind him here, an archangel, toxifying his mind and boiling his blood the longer he remains. there are things here that do not belong; creatures whose souls have been rotting, their only guidance now malice. his duty does not end with the separation of worlds, it seems, so he pursues them into the darkness.

azrael moves at a stride through the deepest and darkest corridors of the ground level, scarf draped over his head. at the forefront of his mind, the shade he intends to collect... and secondarily, the life it threatens. he'll deal with that headache later, but until then, his focus is to send it somewhere else--- anywhere but here. he breaks his stride at the last second, manifesting his khopesh into a hand while raising the other palm, freezing the entity in its tracks.

it's still a soul, if not a tainted one, beyond repair, and he can only maintain control over it for so long.

how he loathes feeling this weak.

wrinkling his nose the angel yanks his hand back sharply, and the shadowy mass follows, pulled towards him--- so he might cleave through it with his blade. as it splits in two, he peers at the man beyond, hand clamped over a fresh wound marring his side... and refuses to let that surprise register on his features. it's not who he expects to be at the center of this mess...

... but he can't deny his relief upon seeing him alive.

❝ ... kimihiro, ❞ something halfway to a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, ❝ you don't belong down here. ❞

    –  ( ❀; @yajmae​​​​ ​​​​​​)

Fibonacci was a ward that Watanuki normally tried to avoid entirely when he was on his own-- yet the Stars, this time, had decided that was exactly where he would be taking residence. Of course, the higher levels were completely safe; it was the lower ones that the shopkeeper knew he should be wary of, and yet.. he found himself wandering down there all the same.

It wasn't the first time he had ended up in this world completely alone, yet this particular sting of loneliness felt so much deeper; cutting through his frame, shattering any smile he attempted to bring to life no matter who he spoke to. He knew it was dangerous to go alone, purposefully leaving Mugetsu behind in the safety of the shop while he followed that voice blaring loudly between his ears. Hitsuzen, fate, was insisting he traverse there that day-- even despite the dangers that were waiting for him.

Like a moth to a flame.

Perhaps it was his desperation that had clouded any instinct in that moment, when something suddenly struck him from behind in the never-ending darkness. The slicing of clothes, the warm springing of blood quickly pulling Watanuki from his trance-- albeit too late to avoid any injury, it seemed.

Yet as he whipped around, grasping at the wound in his side, he found that it was not a human enemy waiting for him. It was something more sinister, born from the terrible thoughts and feelings which flooded the floor of this ward. A dark, rising mass of what was once perhaps a spirit; and if he did not act quickly enough, it wouldn't be long before the shopkeeper lost this fight.

[underteika]

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie (2/5) -- @existentialismee​​​ said: "Do your powers frighten you?"

“When do they not scare me. I’m terrified of losing control on a large scale and doing... I don’t even know. Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll erase someone’s entire life. I don’t want that to happen. And that’s not even all of it. Like, what happens if I stop caring and just let it do its thing? I don’t know...”

[wherethewindblew]

@existentialismee​

“Oh, my apologies.  I believe I took a wrong turn.”  Cotes has...Changed since she was last here.  It didn’t take much for Roll to get turned around and wander into a store front that she didn’t recognize either...Was this here last time?  Oh, the residents were ever changing and she couldn’t keep track of it.

“Is this your shop?”

[phantommirrored]

@existentialismee​

The sound of creaky door is what woke the teen at first, and then the light rushing into the immediate entrance of the warehouse alerted him that someone miiight be looking for him, no one had looked here before so it was only natural someone would finally check here.  As Shadow was hidden behind a blind corner, he managed to slip into a closet, now, he just had to wait it out.

“(C���mon let this be a confused janitor or something.)”