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[enshijou]

tonight, i have indulged and am very excited to play ffvii / remake for the very first time after getting it on sale ! i have been waiting to play this for a very long time and finally can get in on the excitement and emotions that it has been so well known for in years past...

#» * ☾ out of chance. ┊ ooc. #( more new games to play... ) #( on top of gacha savings... so many games and so little time... ) #( alas... no longer do the freedoms of uni life exist... )

[enshijou]

between the two of us, you're the only one that's trembling.

#» * ☾ even if i now saw you only once in invariant dreams / i would follow you into the dark. ┊ orphilos. #» * ☾ the gods declared you as their shadowed scythe. you are no one else. ┊ self. #tw : suicidal imagery. #( one of my favourite lines ever from p3 media... )

[enshijou]

modern persona piano motifs / rooms, my absolute beloved... still the greatest gift of all time. 😭 even a piano in the velvet room with p1 too, which i was aware of for years... i am never going to forget about this. brainrot is now perpetual. i can't be quiet about it, even if i wanted to...

#» * ☾ out of chance. ┊ ooc. #( the beethoven pictures in p4 arena... ) #( piano blorbo... ) #( thank you atlus... )

[enshijou]

@yosukeh whispered : “ can you do a backflip ? “ it’d be so cool !

✧ — unprompted ! ( 🥺🫂🥺 this is my sign to stop being so angsty with dearest blorbo and give him the soft... )

a backflip, you say ? what an interesting question ! admittedly, he can’t ever recall trying to do one, even daring to do one as a child and slightly risking danger, but there’s no better time than the present ! he ensures that he is a safe distance away from yosuke, but not too far away in that the other’s view is obscured and misses such an attempt to land successfully without any injury or accident. a backflip upon a rooftop will make for a very distinctive memory indeed. no need to allow flights of fancy to pull bravely on heartstrings yet ! ambition first needs to see if it can allow for such a feat to happen. lithe body leapt high into the air, one, two, three — followed by arms swinging as freely as a pendulum in a rhythmic motion. perish the thought of beloved scarf being taken from neck as the attempt was being made, before the grand leap into the sky was made. time seems to slightly slow as his gaze briefly deterred from yosuke’s own as eyes warmly greeted the bright sun for no longer than a few seconds. elegantly did he land, gentle fingertips feeling the soft, lush grass that surrounded the area leading downwards to the riverbank.

“ i did it ! what did you think ? did such a backflip adhere to your expectations ? “ an excited laugh could be felt emanating through spectral ribcage, a hand carefully wiping brow from the surprise of it all. “  I can’t say i ever tried to see if I could do one before ! that was fun ! are you able to do one as well ? i want to see you try too, if you have the time ! you would look even cooler than me doing it, i know ! “

#( friends !!! best friends !!! precious friends !!! ) #» * ☾ at night : youth is an endless dream our hearts frequent : longing to touch and be the sun. ┊ yosukeh. #» * ☾ fate is unbreakable. unquestionable. unfathomable. ┊ ask. #( thank you eli ! this was a joy ! )

[enshijou]

Working on a little sum' sum'n...

#( !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ) #» * ☾ the world that exists outside of my body / more than the endless hopes and dreams harboured. ┊ s.e.e.s. #» * ☾ the gods declared you as their shadowed scythe. you are no one else. ┊ self.

[enshijou]

which sad planet analogy are you ?

you are the bright sun, so surrounded, yet so lonely. you've always been someone very upbeat and outgoing, you are someone very positive and you love being around people, you are a legend, a star, a born leader. yet you can feel sometimes as if that wasn't enough, everyone thinks your life is perfect when in reality you feel lonely and out of place, in fact you don't like being alone, it makes you anxious. you really wish you could tell others about all those feelings you hide behind that smile, but you feel like they wouldn't understand.

✧ — tagging : @foolshoujo / @orphilos / @sleuthprince / @yosukeh / @eternalfratricide / @kkriitters / @rotcalypse / @jucators / @braveryhearted / @fjinyumi / @primordyalsoul / @vibraea & @investigationshoujo.

#» * ☾ a mere spectator in a game woven by the puppet strings of life. ┊ tag memes.

[enshijou]

i won't forget that you were my enemy…and my friend.

#» * ☆ papillion heart. she aimed for the stars and landed in a pool of heavenly wisdom. ┊ aigis. #» * ☾ the gods declared you as their shadowed scythe. you are no one else. ┊ self.

[enshijou]

sometimes, despite appearances, there is the haunting fear of being truly known. i am interested in all of you, light – bringer speaks without a shred of recoil, to understand and see who you are without the ( borrowed ) veil of human flesh obscuring your visage. let down your guard and set your heart free. the truth often has the tendency to terrify and transform, its weight sisyphean at the worst of times. but – when ever is the most opportune time for the truth to take flight from a taut grasp, prophecy crowning death’s brow once again ? the similarities that they shared were meant in earnest, revelling in outings such as these where both company and a little treat were wholeheartedly enjoyed. will the light eventually cause a gaze so accustomed to the crepuscular side of the world to be blinded ? or will it illuminate, welcome and guide should path stray and veer towards the sempiternal allure of night – fall that beckons a soul towards reunion ? 

it's terrifying. It’s frightening. it is heartbreaking to come to the realisation that one day, a friend could become a stranger. the knowledge obtained from lunar eye is a reminder of divine supervision. the freedom that is bestowed upon the butterfly at the moment of metamorphosis was never to fall into one’s own possession. the caterpillar had broken free from the nocturnal cocoon that nourished and sheltered it, a plethora of emotion and pensivity contributing to the uncanny design of its temporary form. louis was happy, elated at the recognition that his own observation has made. why was it then that he had to seize that with his own trepidation ? it wasn’t very fair of him to bury the mood with such worry. a gentle smile may have surfaced to nurse a sutured heart, but it was unfortunately not enough to keep it from splitting and tearing apart.

if i could have been anyone else, if i could have the chance to stay as i was and have met you, it would have been a much better circumstance. why would anyone want to negate who they were ? to understand life is to become acquainted with the pain that it can bring as well as the ephemeral beauty that it can contribute. this could be a concept still so foreign to death. as louis said himself, they too contain multitudes and varying points of view that have shaped who they are at this very moment. a voice derived from youth spoke of how even various personae were akin to a mirror, enforcing the fact that someone could never escape from their true self. an existence integral to a soul, a half – soul, an incompleteness.

as thoughts flit about, there is the anchor of both louis’ poignant response and the unfurling of the present moment, enjoying a delicious parfait with satisfying company and comforting surroundings. are you sure ? are you really sure that you want to be acquainted with all of me ? everything that i am ? there is death as far as the eye can see. death is equivalent to a clawing terror, darkness perpetual and the evocation of tears. perhaps, by shedding a little more light on the situation and taking the time to talk about any concerns would allow them to dissipate. sincerity affirms : absolutely everything. all of it. as much as you are willing to bestow and reveal.

“ thank you. “ a simple response, spoken alongside the turbulent flow of mixed emotions. “ i really am sorry for bringing the mood down. is there anything i can do to make it up to you ? a dessert to go, for later, perhaps ? “

ah, so he did see.

how far that gaze could peer into the light without being blinded - how much of lucifer could death see? - was still vague. but to be seen at all underneath the veneer of human flesh was such a precious thing already that the depth of ryoji's sight didn't matter.

louis seemed to at first be too pleased to notice the other's discomfort. he smiled and laughed, happy. a moment's rush of true euphoria. he enjoyed this new feeling of being known; but he wasn't blind to his companion's trepidation. it seemed as if ryoji didn't quite feel the same way, even as he said the two of them were very much alike.

in some aspects, it was true. they were two unfathomable beings wrapped in the confines of human skin - to swim amongst the other fish in the sea as if they were the same as them. they stood out, but not enough to go against the current. not enough for the fish around them to notice their wicked teeth and predator's stare.

a part of him was sympathetic. he paused his joy to offer ryoji an empathetic smile. perhaps death wished not to be acknowledged - even by one such as himself. or maybe it was because of who he was that his friend now had mixed feelings.

"mochizuki-san," he called gently to the other. "even those like us are... multi-faceted. though i called to one part of your being just now, please know that i wish to know and befriend all facets of yourself. i want to know all of you... or, as much as you're willing to share with me." he conceded graciously and tried to ease the tension by eating another spoonful of parfait. "i'm interested in all of you." he concluded heartfully; eyes momentarily shutting to savor the silky sweetness of his snack.

#» * ☾ ┊ mobile.

[enshijou]

I kind of wish ryoji did this ;v; or does he? He did visit the dorm after all..

#» * ☾ ┊ mobile. #( blorbo... 😭😭😭 )

[enshijou]

ever a performer, weren’t you, o' death ? waiting patiently in the wings of life’s ornate stage, wondering when it was the right time to present yourself to the world. the shrouding curtain of night has fallen, seeking for a grand overture when next it is introduced under a new name that bears a haunting semblance of an unforgettable familiarity. a soft glow ceaselessly shines in the curious gaze of transfer student, eager and open to witnessing both the treasures and precious memories that the world they inhabit conceals within its depths. a first encounter with a friend is impervious to a gleaning scythe. it is so deeply cherished, which is why he grants the sobriquet of a dear friend to all. they share the same appreciation towards music and the piano, a monochromatic existence that gives another voice to their emotions and thoughts in both soft and dynamic tones, noting their entire universe in vibrant colour whilst retaining its own shades.  

a gentle look is given in naoto’s direction, ( are you sure ? ) such a look asks, and warmly thanks fellow transfer for their courtesy and kindness. he does not walk at a brisk pace, rather, preferring to enjoy the time they have at their disposal at leisure, walking alongside naoto as opposed to leading the way with them merely following. such a feeling of knowing that all it took was a shared interest revered with such passion and fervour to join two souls in the spirit of camaraderie and adventure was a moment that could not be wholly articulated by the right words.

both kichijoji and tokyo could be described as palaces of their own with how labyrinthine they could be. holding a variety of enchanting tourist spots, illustrious restaurants, cafés and bars such as jazz jin and other establishments akin to its nature, it would be a little scary, but also exciting to discover as much as possible whilst one found themselves there, and even more so with the right company. the crowds would surely be contributing to the overall atmosphere in their hurried cacophony, their eclectic and varied personas firmly establishing the elaborate and complex collective known as humanity. it is a thought, an ambition to share in the vivid atmosphere of this future memory with them someday. there is no rush or haste whatsoever. when the time is right, they shall go together.

the sun is shining brightly upon them, bidding a radiant salutation once again. they talk of music, of the cd store in paulownia, of their favourite songs, foods and of chagall as they stroll amid a light torrent of leaves. “ the cd store is always very busy, “ he affirms, both taking great satisfaction in recognising that it was always a place where aficionados lend their time to searching for all sorts of melodies, but a little sad to hear that this very fact was what prevented naoto from browsing to their heart’s content. “ and chagall is not too far away from where the cd store and the night club are, you are right ! “  it’s decided. there has to be at least some time dedicated to ensuring naoto has ample time to browse the music store when there are not as many people around. if there is no improvement even then, they shall have each other.  

the pheromone coffee was chagall’s signature blend, inspired to enhance the charm of those whom such a drink enticed with its subtle hints of french vanilla, chocolate and cinnamon to balance the bitterness of the warm beverage. it is not exactly everyone’s taste, but he has had the pleasure of indulging in a few cups within the café’s comforting atmosphere, with its soft seating and vintage aesthetic. they always had a monthly theme with regards to their pastries, such as the scones that naoto mentions. recalling from the menu quickly glanced at last time, it was spiced apple with a custard drizzle ? perhaps if that was not quite to their liking, they could see if there was an alternative. the thought of such a delectable treat would certainly evoke autumnal flavours, a perfect treat and closure of another eventful school day and commemorative of their new bond.

" a brilliant idea ! just say the word and we will see what's available as soon as you would like to. "

his eagerness infectious as ever, they can't help but smile, and even break into soft laughter at his grandiose speech. naoto finds it endearing, how he's so effortlessly and endlessly enthralled by seemingly everything and everyone he encounters. they've barely just met for the first time today, and he's already addressing them as his ' dear friend, ' after all. once the suggestion of exploring iwatodai is accepted, they gesture for ryoji to leave the music room first, with their own footsteps not far behind.

the concept of going to the jazz jin all the way in kichijoji is... admittedly intimidating, but exciting. they've never been anywhere near kichijoji, only having visited tokyo itself once in their youth when they had to tag along with their mother on an intensive errand. they remember it being... large, crowded, and noisy. it was overwhelming, though they're hoping that with age, and proper companionship, it'll be more manageable.

once outside the front gates, naoto sighs in relief. the mention of the cd store catches their interest, though, and they decide to comment further. " i've always seen that store when visiting the mall, but it's always very busy, and i don't want to get trampled by the crowd. " they admit, a bit embarrassed. " i tried waiting outside until the crowd died down, but the store closed shortly after to clean up the mess left behind. " granted, that was coincidentally aligned with the release of a certain punk band's new album, but it still fills them with anxiety, the thought of going back alone.

" chagall is the café next to the night club, correct ? " they ask, having always been curious about the establishment. " it always smells... strange around there, though it may have just been an off day. " naoto is aware of the famed ' pheromone coffee, ' and they'd prefer not to take a gamble on learning more about science and hormones through such a strange and questionable experience. " that said, i've heard their scones are amazing. perhaps we should try one together, while we're going out of our way to experience new things ? "

#» * ☾ blue snow softly falls on ivory keys : a deathless search for the truth. ┊ sleuthprince. #( 🥺🥺🥺.... ) #» * ✧ v : halcyon days. ┊ ( deuxième partie. )

[enshijou]

which symbolic fruit are you ?

while apples and pomegranates symbolise female liberation, in many cultures and art pieces, they are motifs and markers of sweet temptation and femininity. like the peach, you radiate softness and the colour pink. you walk with a graceful air and enjoy the simple things in life. you are a romantic through and through, but are also someone who is somewhat of a free spirit, tied to nothing and no - one. you believe in free love, free thought, and doing what makes you happy. like the peach, whose juices run without inhibition when you bite into it, you are not in the business of making yourself palatable for anyone. you are who you are, without excuses.

( also including the following result also got, as it was very relevant too ! )

the apple in any case, represents wisdom and knowledge, independent desire and curiosity. you are someone who seeks to understand the world better. you believe in independent thought and asking questions which to some may be hard to answer. there's been times where you may have persecuted for being different from how others expect you to act, but have never let that stop you from speaking your mind and taking what you want. however, be wary of leaping into things you don't understand. knowledge is a wonderful, illuminating thing, but knowing too much can be a burden to some.

✧ — tagged by : @saganarr ! ( thank you always, vyn... 🥺⭐my love for symbolism and motifs has always been too great... )

✧ — tagging : please feel free to steal from me if you wish !

#» * ☾ a mere spectator in a game woven by the puppet strings of life. ┊ tag memes.

[enshijou]

@rotcalypse whispered : “ everything i thought i knew is fading. there’s nothing left to hold onto. ”

✧ — unprompted !

shadow. a word that reverberates with poignant emotions, firmly establishing the identity of the pair. there is but a single glance, and such is all that is required to feel the chaotic void of loss that plays a solemn dirge within his ribcage amid the ceaseless sight of both battle and bloodshed in the name of protecting who is most important. ( don’t give up now ! her ghost still lingers ever by your side. remember why you are here. remember who you truly are. )

perhaps still, beneath tragedy and the shattering of a heart, there lingers both purpose and friendship. despite the coming onslaught of deliverance promised to humanity in their manifestation, there is still a home to return to. it is a beacon of hope that perpetually holds its hand outstretched. no matter who you may be, you are still you. many hearts proclaim that you shall always be the person they have come to know, and not the person you are destined to become.

it is believed that comets and shooting stars are the tears of night that glisten as they slide down the face of the firmament, observing the colours of life that flourish in secret solitude. a loneliness that does not lend its name to the breaking of dawn, in which tartarus returns to the abyssal depths which it rose from, adopting a façade of an allure in which souls roam freely and without fear. in death, does memory fade. spectral grasp looms closer, desperate to seize what ultimately is owed to it in due course.   

“ i can see… “ he begins softly, “ that we each exist at the end of everything. we might not be able to ever deny where we came from originally, but we each have the incredible power of nurturing life as much as we hold the potential to impede its growth. someone left a precious gift to you as they did to me. “  that treasure was humanity. empathy towards the mortal soul. time will march on in its fated course without halt, impervious to interruption. in time will truth be revealed, and knowledge gained on the reason for being brought into this world. however, time is not the omnipotent force that it is believed to be. with an additional hour summoned, it still does not possess the capability to heal all wounds, especially those that death itself has inflicted.

“ you can see their hope reflected in your eyes. “ all is not lost as claimed. it is a hope that has the preference of keeping to itself, yet making its presence known vividly all the same. it is a gentle hope integral to the ultimate life form. apocalypse, anomaly, anamnesis : in await of its augured metamorphosis. fate may have predetermined long before the conception of being was put into effect, but in establishing a connection that transcends the confines of finality, the chance was created to briefly sway the symphonies of destiny. the warmth that permeates from his own scarf is held onto with determination, as it leaves a illusory trail in the tranquil breeze.

“ we have to try and live for those that have inspired us. for those that encouraged us to see the world differently, even if they may no longer be with us.  “

#» * ☾ fate is unbreakable. unquestionable. unfathomable. ┊ ask. #( thank you ever so much for this !!! this was so thought provoking and emotional to write ! ) #( all of the classic nostalgia as well ! sonic media was my childhood ! ) #( it's such a huge honour ! thank you ! thank you ! )

[enshijou]

“ please, don’t hold back for my sake. ”

FE3H

He turns on heel to raise an eyebrow at the other, eyes bright with that mirth they seem to share so easily. The idea that the Kuzunoha would hold back is incredibly amusing... Though, it's also true. He's been rumbled. And so the laughter comes, bright but modest.

"You've caught me," He admits, "I didn't want you to think I didn't believe in you, Mochizuki-san. Because I do."

"But, and please do forgive me... You are going awfully slowly tonight. Is aught the matter? We can stop for a rest, if you need. Shadows like these will not just leave, they will wait.

"Come, my friend. Talk to me."

Raidou sheathes Mochizuki, but the blade immediately begins to rattle in its sheath, displeased with the sudden cessation of the slaughter. Oh hush, you misery, you gluttonous slab. There were matters of far greater import to attend to.

#( 🥹🫂🥹 the best friends my smt nostalgia has yearned for... ) #( tolly... 💙🫂 ) #» * ☾ persist in fondest memory until the end of time. ┊ saved.

[enshijou]

*gently cracks knuckles* work is over for another week, replies follow suit. huge apologies for the wait !

#» * ☾ out of chance. ┊ ooc. #( it's blorbo time once again... ) #( let's be honest... he lives in my head rent free... )

[enshijou]

Passing moons

#» * ☾ the world that exists outside of my body / more than the endless hopes and dreams harboured. ┊ s.e.e.s.

[enshijou]

what ghost haunts you ?

you rot with the need for something more than what you have. the ghost is built up of the feeling of stagnation. you find it staring at the ceiling with sleep - blurred vision ; this is the third night you have met its eyes in the early hours of the morning. you tear yourself apart looking for comfort, for validation, for acceptance. but it never feels quite enough. you ruin everything you touch, despite every attempt to be more than what you have always been. you would sculpt yourself as something perfect for those around you, but you are no artist. when albert camus wrote, “ be silent, heart; there is no hope ! ” when lucille clifton wrote, “ maybe i should’ve wanted less. maybe i should’ve ignored the bowl in me, begging to be filled. ”

✧ — tagged by : @foolshoujo ( coming for my heart for all the ghost associations, thank you, thank you !!! )

✧ — tagging : @orphilos ! 💙⭐ as always, please feel free to steal.

#» * ☾ a mere spectator in a game woven by the puppet strings of life. ┊ tag memes.

[enshijou]

tag dump ft. @sleuthprince, @capitalguard / @demechtive / @eternalfratricide & @yosukeh ! ⭐

» * ☾ blue snow softly falls on ivory keys : a deathless search for the truth. ┊ sleuthprince.

» * ☾ at night : youth is an endless dream our hearts frequent, longing to touch and be the sun. ┊ yosukeh.

» * ☾ myriad stars & countless souls : inherent wisdom shines forth with aeonic might.┊ capitalguard.

» * ☾ genesis of moon's conception : awakening of lunar retribution. ┊ demechtive.

» * ☾ sharp severance of bonds : the spiritual sweetness of death by the obsidian knife. ┊ eternalfratricide.

#» * ☾ out of chance. ┊ ooc. #» * ☾ blue snow softly falls on ivory keys : a deathless search for the truth. ┊ sleuthprince. #» * ☾ myriad stars & countless souls : inherent wisdom shines forth with aeonic might.┊ capitalguard. #» * ☾ genesis of moon's conception : awakening of lunar retribution. ┊ demechtive. #» * ☾ sharp severance of bonds : the spiritual sweetness of death by the obsidian knife. ┊ eternalfratricide. #» * ☾ at night : youth is an endless dream our hearts frequent longing to touch and be the sun. ┊ yosukeh.