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@messuptwin
so i kind of disappeared??? but iāll be back soon!! Ā iām in the last stretch of this semester, and that means two 15 page papers & two presentations to sort out. iāll try to be around more despite all this! but in about 4 weeks, iāll be free for a winter break. if anyone would like to keep in touch, just ask for my skype / line / twitter !!
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now was not the time ā¦ Tom was glancing nervously his way at each straggling bit of his apology, coming to the realization heād need to just shake this issue off if he were going to feel at all comfortable with this guy hanging around. He hadnāt been angry at all about the entire ordeal since it happened, really. It was becoming ā¦ easier to clear the air of the confusion. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Though his stomach was in knots at the moment, he quipped, ā Itās ā¦ The whole ā¦ idea wasnāt going to work. I just ā¦ ā he sighed deeply. ā I w-wanted to know if Star and I were ever meant to get along ā¦ in any capacity. I donāt ā¦ really care anymore, since itās p-pretty clear we werenāt. ā He rolled his eyes a bit, ā Itās ā¦ really not ā¦ that big of a deal anymore. I know she never liked me back. Now, I mean, ā the demon caught himself rambling while the humanās Marcoās questions still hung in the air. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Yeah ā¦ Iām sort of ā¦ sensitive t-ā a wince sounds as the rest of his horn breaks free, hitting his shoulder on the way to the edge of the mattress. With an irate sigh, Tom dusts the debris into the same basket, deciding to leave it beside him on the bed, just outside the mound of blankets covering his legs. ā Iām pretty sensitive to this kind of thing, ā he finally answered. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā My parents are a little pissed I invited Star ā¦ sheās kind of ā¦ done this before ā¦ but itās not like itās her fault, ā Tom trails off, absentmindedly nudging at the horn remaining on the other side of his head, like trying to wriggle a loose tooth free to get the experience over with. With, essentially, a stranger in the room with him, he was letting go of his initial self-consciousness realizing there was no way to just make himself not sick ā¦ and it wasnāt like he was in the mood to hide somewhere, his shoulders, even from a distance, visibly shaking.
Ā Ā Ā Itās odd, to speak with a person who knows such a different Star than the Star Marco himself knows; to talk to someone who has seen her in such a different light, whoās faced the full blunt force of just how unpleasant she can be when if chooses to be. Marco adores her; she is a closer friend than he has had since he met Ferguson and Alfonzo, she was dropped into his life and changed it (for the better, he insists, always, always for the better), but he canāt help but notice how his initial images of her shift somewhat with nearly every encounter he has with someone new from her past.
Ā Ā Ā Sheās aĀ good person and he will defend that fact until the day he dies, but he also recognizes that that the Star he knows on Earth is very different from the Star who was raised on Mewni. He wonders, on occasion, whether he would have found it possible to befriend her before she came here- if, somehow, they had both grown up in the same dimension, would he have been able to see herĀ grow from the person Tom knew to the person she is today? He doesnāt like lingering on the idea. It hurts in a very confusing, very mental, very physical level, and heās taken to blaming the Blood Moonās bond for that.
Ā Ā Ā He wonders if sheĀ goes through such feelings as well.
Ā Ā Ā With a start, Marco almost assumes that Tom had meant that Star had frozen him before and made him sick, but he calms upon remembering that Star hadnāt earned her wand until her 14th birthday. But the alternative isnāt much kinder. If Star had done this to him in the past and had known, at least on some level, that she had hurt him, why in the world had she agreed toĀ go to the ball with him? Marco knows there must have been some hurt on her end, as well, considering how she talks about Tom. But that only furthers the question! If both parties were undoubtablyĀ going to be hurt, why did she go?
Ā Ā Ā āIt doesnāt sound like itās your fault either, really.ā Marco pipes up, but quietly- how do you console someone whom you had an anxious, flagrant distaste for only moments ago? Heās trying, at least. Poorly, probably. Nervously, Marco hangs his head, scratches at his scalp, then sits up straight once more.Ā āIāll be out of your hair as soon as possible. I know having someone around when youāre like this probably-... isnāt on the top of your wishlist right now. But- as long as Iām here. Just. Feel free to rant, I guess. Or just talk. Iām-.. people say Iām an okay listener.ā
disappeared for a couple days to get caught up on school things.
iām going to post drafts here in a bit! like this for a starter also though!Ā
@starxburstĀ - in response to this.
Ā Ā Ā The look on her face kills him, and he hates talking about this just as much as she does, but after everything theyāve been through these last few months, he feels itās necessary to wade the waters of this uncomfortable conversation. He need her to know...Ā
Ā Ā Ā āI need to say it, Star. I donāt want you to think that Iām.. that Iād ever---ā
Ā Ā Ā He sucks in a breath, wraps his arms around her carefully, worries his bottom lip before pushing forward with his words. He has to, he has to. He canāt let himself not say it, because if he doesnāt say it and never gets the chance to again, heāll hate himself for not giving her the reassurance when he could.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āI donāt want you to think Iām going anywhere. I donāt want you to think Iād ever... flake on you, because of stuff like this. If I have to cope with it, I can. I will. I want to. I... would put up with anything, for you.Ā Always. What Toffee did was nothing. Stuff like that will keep being nothing. I donāt want you to think Iād back off from our friendship because of something trivialĀ like what happened at Ludoās castle.ā
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Of course not, but Iām not wishing to destroy the wand toĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā harm the dearā¦ dear Princessā¦ Iām only preventing another Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā catastrophe such as that from OCCURING. You have seen Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā how she treats us, havent you? She was bred to DESPISE Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā us. You understandā¦ I can see thatā¦Ā ā
Toffee folded his hands in front of him, pushing a bit of his hair out of the way to watch the other further. Marco Diaz. More then a littleĀ INTERESTING.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āShe was taught to fear you. Unlearning fear and prejudice is psychologically very difficult for anyone, let alone a young woman in a place of perceived and constant public eye- let alone for a young woman with parents like Starās, who threaten to send her away to a literal hellhole of a boarding school every time she steps one toe out of line.ā
Ā Ā Ā Marco has been there, as well. Was subjected to Miss Heinousā idea of what a princess should be. To Marco, that school is more a problem than anyone in any dimension realizes. It does something to the girls that go in there. Free spirits and intelligent, confident young voices of potential change are picked at and ripped apart until all thatās left of them is the frills and the soft spoken words their mothers want representing the family name.
Ā Ā Ā āBeing away from Mewni is doing Star a world of good. She isnāt who you think she is and wonāt become who you think sheāll become. The wand is in the hands of someone who can use it for good, for something positive. Sheād be able to unlearn that.. thatĀ fear, that prejudice... thatās been shoved down her throat since she was born if people like Ludo didnāt send monsters to attack her on a daily basis-- it reaffirms what her parents want her to believe, that youāre a danger, even if she wants to think theyāre wrong!Ā Sheād be able to unlearn it all if people like you stopped trying to take that chance away from her.ā
Toffee hummed, folding his hands once more as he kept theĀ cookies in place.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Just as I EXPECTED from you Marco Diazā¦ But do you really Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā KNOW about the side youāre fighting for? You have seen the Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā DAMAGE the wand can causeā¦ When the dear Princess reenacted Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā her favorite HOLIDAY. Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Memories of the holiday resurface and Marco frowns despite himself. The entire spectacle had been shocking to the human; it was like something out of a dystopian novel, like ripping the Capitolās celebrations right out of the Hunger Games. It hadĀ appalling. Marco couldnāt deny that much- would never be able to allow himself to see the celebration itself in any other way. An unfortunate fact of Marcoās own life allows him at least partial insight into that type ofĀ sheer prejudice. Heās lucky to have the friends he has, and to have neighbors who know his family, but not all people are as kind.
Ā Ā Ā People on bus rides and rude soccer moms at grocery stores and, even once, an Elementary school PE teacher have been telling him and his family to go back south of the border andĀ stop stealing jobsĀ ever since Marco has had the ability to form memories.
Ā Ā Ā Marco knows and can empathize with the feeling of being madeĀ Other in a land that should be home to all people.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āStar isnāt her great greatĀ greatĀ greatĀ greatĀ greatĀ great grandmother.ā
Ā Ā Ā And he says it because he truly believes it. Heās read that childrenās history book of hers now, cover to cover, not skipping over the more gory and unfiltered parts. He read it for the facts, found the cruelties hidden in the pop up art and nursery rhymes.
Ā Ā Ā āI donāt know much about Mewni, but I know that.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā I simply want to speak with you. You Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā could say that you haveā¦ perked my Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā curiosity. Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
Toffee pushed a small plate toward the other, whichĀ held a couple of cookies. A great host till the end.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Please. Feel free to eat. Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āIād say I was honored, but-ā Marco sighs, once again refusing the food as itās offered to him.Ā ā-well, honestly, the last thing I want in the entire universe is the attention of aĀ giant lizard-man. So. Thereās that.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā As you wish. Ā Ā Ā ā
A quick snap of his fingers was all that was needed.Ā The monsters released the karkate child with a swift movement, backing away into the shadows to allowĀ the two individuals alone.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Until needed of course.
ā Ā Ā Ā Nowā¦ Misterā¦ Diaz, I believe we have someā¦ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā unfinishedĀ business to attend to. Please. sit. Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
Being the good host he was, he offered up a plush chair, leaning back on his own. The villain didnāt seem to feel ANY worry for what the boy may do in his freed state. Simply because he knew that it would be useless. The boy was smart, and wouldnāt fight a losing battle.
Ā Ā Ā It wasnāt the bigĀ guys Marco was worried about, in the long run- heĀ gets the feeling that if it were just him and them in a room together, he could handle himself. Most likely. HeāsĀ got a decent track record of knowing when he can handle a fight and when he canāt--
Ā Ā Ā ( --double or nothing: one kick, seven monsters! comes to mind, but the memory is pushed away in favor of remaining present to the situation at hand. )
Ā Ā Ā No, itās not them heās worried about, or any of the other monsters Marco assumes Toffee could bring in here at the flick of a wrist. Itās Toffee himself. Marco clenches a fist, remembering acutely how unpleasant a learning experience that one punch had been. So, despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to retaliate, he sits.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āCare to share why youāve kidnapped me again? Because Iām really hoping this doesnāt become a frequent occurrence.ā
messuptwin
ā Ā Ah. Seems the GUEST OF HONOR has finally Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā arrived. Oh, itās been so long since Iāve SEEN Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā you and Ms. BUTTERFLY. How have you been Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā since our last ENCOUNTER? Ā Ā ā
If one was listening in, it would seem like the TWO wereĀ friends, with the SMOOTHNESS the lizard man spokeĀ with, it was like the only thing the encounter COULD have been was pleasant. Unfortunately, he was currently facing someone who had BEEN there. No fooling this one.
Ā Ā Ā From where Marco was being held,Ā quite literally, he managed to take in his unfamiliar surroundings. Unlike the last time heād been forced to share the lizardās presence, there were no castle walls or crystal boxes in sight. Those had blown up with the wand, and Marco had so longingly hoped Toffee had been one of the unfortunate casualties of the incident.
Ā Ā Ā āDinner date number two?ā He muses cooly, then, nodding to the monsters who were keeping his hands occupied and effectively useless, he frowns.Ā āI have to break it to you, man. Iām not big on group dates---ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā---itād be real sweet if you asked these fine gentlemen to hit the road.ā
@daemxniicusā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now was not the time ā¦ Tom was glancing nervously his way at each straggling bit of his apology, coming to the realization heād need to just shake this issue off if he were going to feel at all comfortable with this guy hanging around. He hadnāt been angry at all about the entire ordeal since it happened, really. It was becoming ā¦ easier to clear the air of the confusion. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Though his stomach was in knots at the moment, he quipped, ā Itās ā¦ The whole ā¦ idea wasnāt going to work. I just ā¦ ā he sighed deeply. ā I w-wanted to know if Star and I were ever meant to get along ā¦ in any capacity. I donāt ā¦ really care anymore, since itās p-pretty clear we werenāt. ā He rolled his eyes a bit, ā Itās ā¦ really not ā¦ that big of a deal anymore. I know she never liked me back. Now, I mean, ā the demon caught himself rambling while the humanās Marcoās questions still hung in the air. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Yeah ā¦ Iām sort of ā¦ sensitive t-ā a wince sounds as the rest of his horn breaks free, hitting his shoulder on the way to the edge of the mattress. With an irate sigh, Tom dusts the debris into the same basket, deciding to leave it beside him on the bed, just outside the mound of blankets covering his legs. ā Iām pretty sensitive to this kind of thing, ā he finally answered. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā My parents are a little pissed I invited Star ā¦ sheās kind of ā¦ done this before ā¦ but itās not like itās her fault, ā Tom trails off, absentmindedly nudging at the horn remaining on the other side of his head, like trying to wriggle a loose tooth free to get the experience over with. With, essentially, a stranger in the room with him, he was letting go of his initial self-consciousness realizing there was no way to just make himself not sick ā¦ and it wasnāt like he was in the mood to hide somewhere, his shoulders, even from a distance, visibly shaking.
Ā Ā Ā Marco has a bad habit, heās realizing, of empathizing (perhaps overly so) with the people who Star sees as, in the most base terminology, enemies.
Ā Ā Ā For weeks, he fought monsters at her side and thought nothing of it- if they wanted to stop the violence against them, all they had to do was stop coming to Earth and attempting to steal her wand. It was simple in his head, at that time. All he knew of them was that they were bad- they threatened Star, attacked her on a near daily basis, and that filed them away as evil-wrong-all-bad-cruel-not-good in his head...
Ā Ā Ā ...when faced with evidence to the contrary, though... Well.
Ā Ā Ā There are monsters like Lobster Claws, monsters who at least wanted to try being good people, who wanted to know what it was like. And there was... the Mewnipendance Day debacle. At that, heād realized there was noĀ going back, really. As one of a race who was commonly looked down upon by those of aĀ āhigher class,ā Marco knows the feeling of being lower,Ā realizes how horrible it must truly be for monsters on Mewni.
Ā Ā Ā He finds himself unable to not relate to them, at least on some level, and now... looking at Tom... he feels that familiar empathy prickling inside of him, despite himself.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āStuff like this...ā Marco sighs, wondering if he should really let himselfĀ go on this tangent, before ultimately screaming yolo in his head and justĀ going for it.Ā āIām not really the best at it either, alright? Donāt- DonātĀ go thinking youāre a walking disaster just because you got vibes from a girl that werenāt really there, because- then- I... I think Iām kind of a walking disaster too, in that case? I know the feeling and itās not aĀ good one.ā
Ā Ā Ā He feels like this is more personal than heād ever want to be with Tom, but. The bride is alreadyĀ crossed- why not fucking torch it while weāre at it?
Ā Ā Ā āIām sorry she did that to you.. again. Iām sorry, because- itās? Kind of my fault, regardless. She only did it because she thought I was in danger. If I could make it so I wasnāt there that night, uh.. knowing what I know now? I would. I should have.. trusted her to know what she wasĀ getting into. And... I should have given you the benefit of the doubt.ā
Is this reallly a starco doodle??
STARTOM & STARCO || STICKERS
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daemxniicus:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He waved a hand dismissing his apology, ā You didnāt wake me, j-just surprised ā¦ me, ā he hesitated, the word not quite describing his fright from the moments before. One hand still picking at his left horn, a small pop could be heard - and then a crack sounded, his hand pulling away from the side of his head with most of the bony appendage in his palm. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The demon pulled up a lined basket, disposing of the shedded horn with some short, inaudible mumbling. Of course, heād been as discrete as possible in all of this ā¦ though, he supposed it would have been hard to not look in the direction of his sick, pathetic self. Hell, for all he knew, Marco was silently celebrating his vulnerability. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The thought continued to invade his mind, and he was now consciously averting his gaze. What heād gathered from Marcoās appearance, it was clear - and Tom was well-aware ( of course, this knowledge only came from a research - a - thon on the Blood Moonās properties ) Marco had been cursed ā¦ though now heād realized Marco had been the masked stranger. He didnāt dare touch the subject, however ā¦ even he hadnāt recovered (literally) from it. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The silence was excruciating, but initiating something with someone who had every reason to hate him wasnāt ā¦ exactly in his best interest.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Marco wonders idly whether or not Star would be able to find him on her own. Heās sure sheās trying to find a way. It wasnāt like theyād been in their own rooms when he disappeared- theyād ben walking home from school, and heād just vanished. If he knows anything at all about Star, he knows she probably ran back to the house as fast as possible so she could search through her book for a way to get him back. He hopes she finds something, because, if heās being honest, the idea of meeting Tomās parents is somewhat... nerve-wracking.
Ā Ā Ā As the silence lingers, Marco feels very unlike himself- his level head seemingly abandoning him, leaving him to stress about dealing with a sick demon who tried to kill him once and then, in a few hours time, the sick demonās parents, who might do the killing for him if Tom told them anything about the Ball or the masked stranger.
Ā Ā Ā Breathing out a sigh, Marco hangs his head.Ā āI should have listened to Star,ā he admits, looking down as Tom deals with his horn. ( Marco doesnāt have those. Are they something he should look forward to in the future? He has no idea what his life even is anymore. )Ā āI messed up. Have-.. Have you been sick since they thawed you out?ā He cringes at the thought. Heās slowly become aware of just how not okay cold is. He canāt even have the air conditioner on in his room anymore- he woke up with sniffles once after falling asleep with wet hair and decided to just not.
Ā Ā Ā Looking up, Marco makes an apologetic face- his bottom lip pinched between his teeth before he finally started speaking again.Ā āIt... probably doesnāt mean much. But Iām sorry I ruined the night.ā
daemxniicus:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He seemed visibly irritated, scratching at his head around the root of his horns, a nervous sigh resonating as he tried to articulate a decision on ā¦ what this human - now - demon should be told to do. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Donāt g-go anywhere, my parents might ā¦ freak out i-if they see you, ā he groaned. ā Just ā¦ stay here, I d-donāt care what you do,ā Tomās eyes narrowed sightly as he sat back against the headboard of his bed. ā And no, I donāt need anything. ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Apathetic, Tom was the least apt to be angered at this point. He supposed the otherās odd transformation was at least making up for this. At least he wasnāt the only one in a miserable mood. Of course, personally, he considered the otherās appearance much more ā¦ appealing than his own. Marco wasnāt making any fuss about it, of course ā¦ so at least he was considerate.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Marco nodded, understanding how awkward of a situation heās put Tom in. Explaining this to his parents isnātĀ going to be easy, considering Marco couldnāt even explain it himself. And the fact that Tom has to put up with this when heās so clearly not in the mood, understandably so, well- Marco probably wouldnāt blame theĀ guy if he just kicked him out and made him fend for himself.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āYou can go back to sleep.ā He offers, idly scanning the room for somewhere to sit. He waits for a moment, lips pursed, before making his way to an armchair and settling into it.Ā āIām sorry I woke you up, and- invaded your space. I donāt know how I did it.ā
daemxniicus:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He didnāt care who it was, he didnāt care heād turned into ā¦ a demon ?! since the last time theyād seen each other ā¦ because he was ruining āanother needed recovery dayā his mother called it, him being here. He honestly just wanted to attempt sleeping once more, pretend heās not here. I really hope this is a fever dream or something, he thought, but although heād blinked, still sitting in bed - in disbelief ā¦ 'Marcoā, Starās human counterpart still stood there, four eyes staring at him, talking still, asking him for ā¦ help ā¦ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The demon heaved a breath, letting go of an exhausted whine, ā What ? ā he asked, and if it were for clarification or he asked simply beacause he was in so much shock, he couldnāt really disscern. ā I-Iām ā¦ sorry (?!) that you just ā¦ e-ended up here, b-but I donāt r-r-ā Tom paused for another few coughs, but with a dry throat, it was difficult to resume for a moment. He forced his groggy eyes awake, ā I donāt qu-quite know how to do that, ā he fumbled for a moment, covering himself with his mass of blankets. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The fact that Starās human friend appeared to have an oddlyĀ demonic appearance ā¦ baffled him, of course, but he didnāt let that stop him from feeling, at least, slightly more at ease. He wasnāt ā¦ violent, right ? he tossed the thought around in his mind, but realized the other was still standing in his bedroom. ā I-Iām ā¦ can you just ā¦ wait for my parents to get home ā¦ ? Or something ? ā he offered, honestly too weak to put up with the frantic ā¦ Marco.
Ā Ā Ā A more concerned side of Marco takes over purely out of habit; growing up an only child, Marco had never needed to worry about taking care of others when they were sick. HeĀ got taken care of plenty by his parents, but it wasnāt like he had to return the favor when they were sick. It wasnāt until Marcoās family became the default family for foreign exchange students that he had to figure out how to deal with helping sick people. His parents both worked, after all, so.
Ā Ā Ā Marco had spent many a morning crawling out of bed early so he could bike to the closest convenience store, pick up over the counter medicine, and bike home to make sure the exchange student would be alright home alone for a day, all before had to get himself ready for school and onto the bus.
Ā Ā Ā A few years of being part of a host family makes you prone to worry. Ā And it isnāt like Marco enjoys seeing anyone look this sick, even-.. ugh. Even Tom. He may have been a jerk at the Ball, but- maybe Star was kind of right. It wasnāt all Tomās fault. If Marco hadnāt shown up and made the night go awry, then maybe Tom wouldnāt have blown up at all and things would have turned out okay. Maybe Marco canāt help it if he feels a little guilty about how the night ended.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āIām sorry,ā he fumbles out again, but quiets his frantic tone. Tom looks like might literally keel over any second now.Ā āI-you.... look...-ā āHorribleā nearly escapes his lips, but he catches it.Ā āD-.... Do you need anything? If- If IāmĀ going to be stuck here for a while, I mean- O-Or I can just. Um. Find somewhere to sit and leave you alone. Iām sorry-ā
