#sevenstardust

[fuckyeahbatenkaitos]

this blog seems to be fairly active still, so i was wondering, would you know if there are any other people on tumblr that rp baten kaitos characters ? ( love the blog btw, been checking in on you for that good bk content for years now )

I’m glad you’re enjoying it! :D Unfortunately I don’t know of any Baten Kaitos rpers, but I’ll post this publicly to put out the call! 

[makiscie-blog]

“ and that’s how they control you. ” ( sagi )

poetry meme !

                       “Is that so…”   A pensive expression creeps across Kurisu’s face,   downcast eyes darting from side to side as she considers the information.   There’s a simple conclusion to be drawn somewhere,   but it’s infuriatingly difficult to put her finger on.   Her index finger taps her thigh as though the feeling might evoke a memory important to her current thoughts.   If that’s what she’s trying to do she fails miserably.

                      “This warrants careful consideration,”   there’s hesitation before she speaks,   but the words that come out are backed by a steadfast confidence.   She was a woman of science after all,   if all else failed it was time to step back and take time to reassess.   “We shouldn’t rush in unprepared.   I think we need to regroup and think about the best course of action here.”

[makiscie-blog]

“ you get what you allow. ” ( guillo )

poetry meme !

                      She doesn’t respond immediately,   mulling over what they said.   The statement is personal and poignant,   and heat builds around the base of her neck at hearing someone else say it to her.   She’d done it more than once before,   built walls between her heart and what it pined for,   fenced herself off from the world around her.   It only made it worse,   and yet she would do it again and again.   She might even be doing it now.   And why?   Did she enjoy that denial,   that pain?   She knew the answer.   She wouldn’t say it,   not even in her mind.

                     “No one’s ever said it like that before,”   it’s a testament to her comfort with Guillo   –   something about them makes her feel that she doesn’t have to worry about them wronging her   –   that she doesn’t deny it outright.   It was embarrassing,   to say the least,   and vulnerable was a word seldom used to describe her.   “People aren’t usually that polite.”

[makiscie-blog]

“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ” ( guillo )

poetry meme !

                       Kurisu remains silent for a long time.   Good memories?   How old had she been when she made the last one of those?   She remembers sitting on the floor of her father’s office with a heavy textbook open in front of her,   poring over every word.   The memories of the pages are blank,   she no longer recalls what the book contained.   She had been so enamored with the thought of being able to talk to him about his work,   and he had been nothing but encouraging.   That was a good memory,   wasn’t it?   Had it been the last one she’d made at her home?

                      Kurisu closes her eyes,   sighs,   and draws her knees tighter to her chest.   It had been raining the day she’d proven one of her father’s theories wrong.   They had only spoken once since then.   Guillo’s words sting,   hitting all too close to home for her to ignore,   but she knows they mean well.   “Thank you,”   she can manage little else.   Her chest feels as though it’s being crushed in a vice,   the muscles holding her jaw shut as tight as steel cord.   She knows she’ll feel better later,   the chance to talk to a friend was rare,   but the moment is anything else but pleasant.   She has no idea how quickly time is passing.   It feels as though she had sat down only seconds ago,   but the ache in her back and legs tells her that she’s been here for an hour,   at the least.   “Time is relative,”   she mutters,   voice barely more than a wavering exhale.

                      After what feels like an infinitesimal moment stretched into infinity Kurisu lifts her head and rubs her eyes.   Her hand comes away wet,   had she been crying?   When?   The fatigue hits immediately after,   and she very quickly looses any confidence she might’ve had that she could get home without help.   Not that she wanted to go anyway.   The rest of her family might be away but the dark and dusty corners of the house could go nowhere.   It's the last place she wants to be.   She uses what strength remains in her arms to shift and look at Guillo.   “…   Can you help me up?”

[pokesleuth]

- boops nose - ( guillo )

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Pikachu is taken aback by the motion, paw pressed to fluffy chest and ears perked straight upon his head. ❛ I’ve seen lots of shit in my time, but gee, you’re a fuckin’ nightmare! ❜ Were those claws this thing had touched him with? Surely, it was no pokemon that he knew of, nor would it appear to resemble even the most flamboyantly dressed of trainers he’d come across in his days. Ears twitch once more, this time pressing flatly to mirror the shift of a scowl creased into little brows. ❛ You tryin’ to g’it my guard down wit’ that cute shtick, punk? Huh? Is that it? ❜

Using moves was something he knew he was incapable of, but whoever this was sure didn’t know that much. Paws ball into puny fists, a threat of hand to fuzzy pawed combat. ❛ If it’s a tussle you want, I’m all ears, pal! ❜