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Dead doesn't always mean gone. Please don't waste your tears on me, alright..? I'm here; I always will be.. Fight for me, okay? { - - - } { indie roleplay blog for spirit!Marco # I've come to strike up more feels; beware # OC friendly blog }

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  { Dunno whether to keep this blog or not. I like filling in that big space lacking dead Marco blogs, but I don't think I really have a muse for him anymore }

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Now, now, Jean Kirschtein was not stupid. Not at all.

But his mind was having trouble keeping up right now. 

He kept his jaw locked so he wouldn’t blurt anything that would be obvious or stupid, even though his thoughts pooled into an incoherent mess all over again. His eyes locked with Marco’s, and he slowly nodded, a forced smile creeping its way onto Jean’s lips.

But this was Marco. Jean slowly traversed over the carpet, and sat himself down beside the spirit. He wanted a way to verify this whole experience was real, but his hands neatly settled on his lap instead. He sort of understood what he meant: “You’ve been… talking to me?” Now he felt guiltier, if such was even possible. Had he known… 

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  Silence filled the atmosphere between them for a moment or two, he was hoping that he wouldn't have to be questioned further about who or what he's been talking to, or why.

  However -- he never minded answering Jean. He just.. Didn't want to make him feel like the bad guy-or guilty.

          "Yeah..!"

  Just be happy and passive about it, he thought, maybe he won't feel so bad!

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Source {x}

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To the right. To the left. We will fight to the DEATH

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Shingeki no This is War

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最強のハサミ男  by  ぞみっく

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"Oh." Jean held back from trying to touch him. What would happen if he did? Nothing? What if he disappeared as if he was never there? Jean wouldn’t risk it. Instead, he flexed his fingers at his sides. "Right. I, uh, I guess you would’ve been." 

There were so many things Jean wanted to ask him, but where to start?

"Hey, Marco," It felt nice, saying that again, "Are you… okay? You don’t hurt anywhere?" That question was the most important. His body had looked… painful, to say the least, and Jean needed to be assured that his friend was alright. If he said no, Jean wouldn’t be able to do anything, but he pushed that thought aside. He still needed to know. 

Other questions waited on the tip of his tongue. Some, he knew he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to ask. Things like ‘how’, things like ‘when’. He couldn’t ask those of Marco yet, he only just got to see him again. 

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          "No, not really."

  Marco knew what Jean meant, but he couldn't tell if Jean was accepting that Marco wasn't really here, here.. He was only a ghost. A spirit. Nothing more, sadly...

         "..I-It only hurts when I think about it. It can get pretty bad, though, so I don't like to think about it too much."

  It was true. Spirits were strange things, truly. Along with somehow forgetting the tragic episode that brought them to where they were, their physical state and senses would regenerate as if nothing happened at all.

  No one let alone Jean would be able to stand seeing him the way remembering could make him look.

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  {The fact that just as I log onto Marco's blog after like ages, Life is Beautiful by Sixx AM comes on}

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          "Miss me?"

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BOLD what applies to you. (MUNDAY)

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Appearance:

I am 5’4 or shorter. 

I have many scars.

I tan easily.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have a tattoo.

I am self-conscious about my appearance.

I have/I’ve had/I need braces.

I wear glasses/contacts

I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free { i hate my nose so much }

I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.

I have more than 2 piercings.

I have piercings in places besides my ears.

I have freckles.

Family/Home Life:

I’ve sworn at my parent.

I’ve been kicked out of the house.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want to have kids someday.

I have children.

I’ve lost a child. 

Embarrassment:

I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.

Disney movies still make me cry 

I’ve snorted while laughing.

I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.

I’ve glued my hands to something.

I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.

I’ve had my pants rip in public.

Health:

I was born with a disease/impairment. 

I was born with a learning disability

I currently have a serious disease 

I’ve had stitches.

I’ve broken a bone.

I’ve had my tonsils removed.

I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.

I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.

I’ve had surgery.

I’ve had chicken pox. {idk}

Traveling:

I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.

I’ve been to Canada.

I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

I’ve been to Japan. 

I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

I’ve been to Spain.

I’ve been to Africa.

I’ve been to Italy.

I’ve been to France.

I’ve been to London. 

Experiences:

I’ve been lost in my city.

I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.

I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I’ve been to a casino.

I’ve been skydiving.

I’ve gone skinny dipping.

I’ve played spin the bottle.

I’ve been skiing.

I’ve been in a play.

I’ve met someone in person from the internet

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I’ve seen the Northern Lights. 

I’ve sat on a roof top at night. 

I’ve played chicken.

I’ve played a prank on someone.

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

I’ve eaten sushi. {all the time--im gonna get more today}

I’ve been snowboarding.

Relationships:

I’m single. { dated 2 people tho }

I’m in a relationship. 

I’m engaged.

I’m married.

I’ve gone on a blind date. 

I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper.

I miss someone right now.

I’ve been divorced.

I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. 

Sexuality:

I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.

I’ve kissed a member of the same gender.

I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.

I am a cuddler.

I’ve been kissed in the rain.

I’ve had sex outdoors.

I’ve hugged a stranger.

I have kissed a stranger.

I have had sex with a stranger. 

Honesty/Crime:

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t. 

I have lied to my parent about where I am.

I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve run a red light.

I’ve been suspended from school. { almost }

I’ve witnessed a crime. 

I’ve been in a fist fight.

I’ve been arrested.

Drugs/Alcohol:

I’ve consumed alcohol. { it was an accident. A friend spiked my mountain dew.. }

I’ve smoked a cigarette.

I regularly drink.

I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.

I’ve done hard drugs.

I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug.

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Jean kisses Marco's cute face.

/marco blushes a lot 

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Apologies for not being here lately!

I've been busy with my other snk blog gomen

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took a shiner from the fist of your best friend (go figure)

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Marco… how long had he been there? Was he waiting for Jean? How long? And why wasn’t he smiling anymore? Perhaps Jean wasn’t supposed to see him, though he couldn’t imagine why. 

No, no. He was smiling again! Could his friend have been just as surprised as he was? His heartbeat quickened, his chest felt abnormally warm. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards, subtly at first but more noticeably when the other spoke again. Soon it was a full, toothy grin. It was Marco! And not long after Jean had accepted that he would never see his face again. 

He sped up. He was running to the stairs now, no thought in his mind but 'get closer'. There was a niggling thought of ‘But what will I do when I get there?’, but it was overpowered by the need to be closer. He stopped inches before he, perhaps, collided with his friend. The smile wavered for a moment. What kind of shit would it be, to finally have the chance to see Marco again without being able to touch him. 

Now near enough to see the freckles on his face, Jean smiled again, spoke again. “It’s you… Fuck, you don’t know how much I wanted to see you.” 

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  "I.. -I can imagine. I've been eager too.." --Eager for Jean to finally see him, that is.

 How many times has he lurked about around Jean without him noticing?Without him giving any second thoughts as to what the sudden drops in temperature could mean? --Who knew. It was far too many times to count, though. That much was for sure. It's been months, after all.

  As giddy as the specter was, though, anxiety rose watching Jean run for him. Usually when people did that, they'd immediately clash into the other for a tight, meaningful embrace. Marco wasn't sure Jean would be able to do that.. In fact, he knew Jean couldn't. If he himself couldn't even move a pebble half the time in this intangible form, how could anyone even come close to holding.. - let alone touching him?

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Sencillo Minoría

Don't come to me for sympathy; 'cause I won't be giving it. I don't know the meaning of sugar-coating, so don't expect things lightly from me. I won't apologize, either.

So, as I announced earlier,  that oc blog of mine. I sincerely hope things go well for her.