* / lunar lacrimosa.

... tell me, what does the shining world look like from on high ? 

i could introduce myself properly, but it’s not really necessary. you will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. it suffices to say that at some point in time, your soul will be in my arms. a colour will be perched on my shoulder and i will carry you gently away. you wish to know what i truly look like ? i’ll help you out. for now, find yourself a mirror while i continue.

ind. sel. and canon - divergent portrayal of ryoji mochizuki from the persona 3 series. heavily inspired by greek mythology, non - localised medias & personal headcanons. as woven by posi. established 13 / 4 / 19. please read all pages before interacting. huge credit to jolyne ( @darkadelic​​​ ) for such a gorgeous header ! 💙

✧ —  mobile rules. 

✧ —  a little tag game.

nickname(s): plenty of real life nicknames under the sun, but no online nicknames for posi. i have to laugh as everyone calls and knows me by my nicknames. seldom do my own family call me by my true name, i’m affectionately known by my nickname. it’s very sweet. 🥹

zodiac: libra / scorpio cusp, with a scorpio stellium. looks at blog… is this why i have a huge interest in tragic things and angst ? there is a lot of scorpio in my birth chart, including my moon and chiron.

last movie i saw: the finale of the amazing digital circus. i remember @sigrika mentioning the first couple of episodes on my dash months ago and from that point, i was intrigued. thankfully, despite what can be known of the fandom and how screenings have gone, my own were very peaceful and everyone was very respectful in my cinema. it was brilliant to see so many in cosplay.

last thing i googled: office chairs. i work from home a lot in my job, and I have had my current one for a long time. it is time for a replacement, so as i can use it whilst gaming too.

favourite musician: favourites are always so difficult for me ! I really find myself listening to a wide variety of artists from over the last few decades, mostly gravitating towards indie, soft rock and lesser known bands.

song stuck in my head: set it on fire by blood cultures, kagero by fujifabric and empire ants by gorillaz. gorillaz, my beloved. you do not want to know how many times I have seen them in concert within the last eight years. my mother got demon days when it came out in 2005 and from then, my life was changed forever.

other blogs: 🤫... if you know, you know. i will update my pinned later.

do i get asks?: unprompted asks, my beloved. they truly have been the lifeblood of this little bloggo for many, many years. it makes me so happy when i receive any at all. i love to place as much intricate details and emotion into every one.

following: 🤫 the most important thing is that i am enjoying myself with dear friends.

amount of sleep: i am unfortunately, a very light sleeper. i think this has got worse as i have got older, for i am such a nervous posi. i feel this will never change. i do try my utmost best to go for eight, but my body clock has me up early, even on a weekend.

lucky number: 6 !

what i'm wearing: a pink and white themed angel hoodie with patterned gym shorts, white and blue sports trainers.

dream job: when i was at university, i wanted to study for my teaching qualification in languages, but sadly covid happened. i was in my final year of undergrad after coming back from my year abroad in france. the current cost of everything and the way teaching has become since covid has changed my outlook on things, but who knows. someday. never say never.

dream trip: I’m finally making that dream come true this october for my birthday!!! I would have said japan, but to think that I will be going there for the first time in a matter of months and I am both super excited and nervous! i will have to think of another place to go to after my trip, for this will be a lifetime accomplishment. i would love to go back to strasbourg at christmas again. it was beautiful. the snow, the lights, the people and the entire atmosphere during winter. i must think of somewhere new too. maybe another mystery holiday. i got prague for the first time and it was so fun.

favourite food: pesto pasta is a huge comfort food for me. i also really, really love spicy food.

play any instrument(s)?: believe it or not, I don’t ! I have always wanted to.

languages: english, french, irish.

favourite songs: another really difficult one for me !

random fact: oh no, I am boring !!! truly, I don’t really have anything all that exciting to say about myself. I’ll go with this : my mother was partially inspired to name me after the namesake of a song that was trending in the 80’s and it is said that a name does hold a special meaning. i like to think this is why my life has always revolved around music. It is impossible for me to go a day without listening to music.

describe yourself as aesthetic things: oh, i like this question. let me see. can i be a mixture of frutiger aero, grungecore and fairycore with some shade of academia too ? scented candles and their soft glow, starry skies with the full moon, petrichor.

✧ — tagged by : @ofinflorescence. gently waves. hello, riley. 🫂 the best and kindest of regards to you always.

@vinditia whispered : “ it's best not to search for something you're unprepared to find. ”

✧ — unprompted !

desperation defines itself through relentless searching in the darkest of places. sometimes, the truth can be a dangerous creature once unearthed from its elaborate hiding spot. ( it is meant to stay hidden for a reason, lest the fragmentation of self forever bind itself to your fate. ) to have grown familiar with the arrival of night and question, endlessly question about why things were the way that they were in the world under a starless sky. what exactly is it that defines me ? and what is my true purpose as i continue to exist ? pandora was but mortal, yet she yearned to know of why she was forbidden to know of what exactly she had been gifted by the divine. her myth immortalised in the idiom of a stray cat’s death. the other boy’s words are gentle, but knowing, as they drift within earshot and lodge themselves in his own throat. pulling up scarf close to his mouth for comfort, his gaze darts away for a second or two from the figure who remains close by, confusion continuing to weave itself in his mind.

this isn’t right. i am not who i say i am, over and over and over again. reinforce it in the minds of others and your own through repetition and it will eventually become the truth that you only wish was true. he stands in a bedroom aglow with an emerald light. he stands at the foot of the island’s landmark bridge where his search continues to come to a close with every impromptu venture alone. midnight grows colder as imposing coffins remain as a reoccurring sight on the empty roads. all is silent and still in the personally assigned search for answers. but is it that you truly yearn for this ? is it your own will that beckons you to discover the truth of origin or was it always destined to be this way from the moment you were induced into the world ?

‘ I have to know. ‘ he replies, a voice that is quieter than the one that is known for causing all kinds of head – turning commotion in the school halls. ‘ … even if i am afraid of what might happen. ‘ it was not meant to be this way. it was meant to be a new beginning, one that was reminiscent of a perfect dream. a beginning that evoked the tiny and precious ray of hope kept safe when all manner of chaos was accidentally unleashed through the desire to know of more. the spectral semblance of a heart memorised the feeling of being deeply touched when seeing something beautiful or picking up on the smallest nuances of a close friend in turmoil. all of it shall soon come to an end, as is promised to each and every existence. a thousand faces and epithets all of them / none of them your own, dearest death. no one would need know of nocturnal odyssey, the final farewell of famed transfer student. a melancholic hymn of the soul that was never meant to know of life in the first place. a smile is summoned in the attempt of keeping face, despite the forlorn feeling that stings the periphery of his vision.

@foolshoujo whispered :

a large shriek before the door to the music room slides open & with it in comes the hurricane minako rushing by & comically moving to hide in the cabinet at the far end of the room. she's fit herself in & closed the door only for a second later to crack one of the doors open & wave over to the fortune, ＂pssst, ryoji-kun i'm not here okay you totally did not see me--＂ her words cut off as a loud call of her name comes from down the hall that sounds somewhat like her brother's voice if it weren't how uncharacteristically angry he sounded. ＂---youdidntseemeokayididntbreakanythingokaybye !＂

&& with that the door closes !

✧ — unprompted !

yet another intriguing and eventful day passes by in the halls of gekkouhan high, sunlight slowly dying. before it declares its departure, it illuminates and encompasses its entire surroundings as it bestows its soft and familiar golden glow. it has not been long at all since a quartet of transfer students had settled in, or rather, conjured such chaos with their opportune arrivals. there is never a day named as mundane as they continue to walk the path of life together, hand in hand. loneliness is a fervent and poignant emotion that oft resonates in his own heart. it is strange. it is almost as if no pulse lingers within vessel. listen for but a moment, and allow it to be the natural metronome that guides hands toward the universal love that is deeply shared. truly, brother and sister have taught him extremely well in how music is capable of translating exactly what the voice is unable to speak aloud.

one, two, thr — a turbulent force !!! there is no pressing of keys as lithe, yet rapid footsteps approach with a sudden wail, the previously peaceful atmosphere of the room shaken. eyes widen in shock in time with quick turn of head to see what has happened. rising from where he was previously seated on plush ebony seating, few steps were taken before the door swings open with haste. a mischievous and playful glint meets with the curiosity of his own. an operation of stealth and reconnaissance. ( akin to those routinely practised within the labyrinthine structure of tartarus. )

this was to be knowledge obscured and withheld. not a word was to be spoken, the location of miss minako to be undisclosed to anyone. it was now time to think of a distraction tactic. with both charm and guile at one’s disposal, that would be not be a difficult feat. ( there’s a new cd release complete with exclusive merchandise ! if i recall, it was that band you really liked ! it would be a perfect addition to your song collection ! ) she waves closer to him, pleading for him to keep her well guarded secret as she conceals herself perfectly behind an empty cabinet that is perfectly placed in a shadowed corner. it is a minor presence that makes itself profoundly known to those who are extremely perceptive.

her request is cut short by another voice that calls after her in upset. there was no time at all to ask what had happened. taking hold of the midnight – blue tarpaulin that swathes the piano, he lightly drapes it over her selected hiding spot whilst ensuring that there was ample breathing space. a few fixtures to assume natural placement, a tuck here and there. how very reminiscent of attempting to work with different fabrics to create scarves. a comical motion of pretending to zip one’s mouth shut before he resumes previous position as if nothing at all had occurred, quickly making his way towards beloved instrument. a satisfying click signals the closure of the door.

a book of various compositions, classical and contemporary, lingers close at hand. the pages are adorned with a multitude of colours. those with blue spots were minato’s favourite songs. pink was only indicative of the soul that sought refuge in this mellifluous sanctuary. aqua for fuuka, rose – red for mitsuru and even a pale yellow for aigis. effortlessly sifting through curated collection was a melody that evoked the tranquillity of the sea and perpetual freedom that heaven promises.