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Rp Blog for Marco Diaz from Star vs The Forces of Evil Affiliated/Semi-selective Townhouse 251

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   "Why would anyone vote Taco Bell best Mexican restaurant?"

   "It's a crime, I say!  Culinary thievery!"

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mewmancess‌:

Marco having to take a moment to get dressed gave Star the perfect moment to catch her breath. As he came back she rolls her eyes when he explains what a knock is, she knew very well what it was since her mother scolded her for not doing it, And still she kicks open doors. Taking a deep breath she rolls back to her tummy and sits up. 

“I need to know how you feel about me, like how you really feel.” Star was never one to beat around the bush, and the subject certainly did seem out of nowhere but her tone was firm. She was serious.

   Ok. That... was not the thing Marco assumed Star would come to him about. How could he even begin to answer her question? Now that she was sitting up, he was forced to face her head on. It would be weird to stand now, to walk away, to look at anything that wasn't Star, but looking at her also made it hard to breathe. It twisted his guts and brought an uncomfortable warmth to his face. He vaguely wondered if it was a fever and if he could fake sickness to get out of answering Star's question, but he knew that would be futile. Star was persistent when she wanted to be.

"Star, I..." He managed to shift his gaze from her to somewhere a little left of her, that was enough to clear his brain and make it so he could think a little clearer, but it didn't matter, there was only one answer, one truth, and Marco owed the princess that. Sorry, Tom.

   Marco took a deep breath, held it, and slowly let it out. "I like you Star." He let the words tumble out, afraid he'd retain them if he stopped to think about what he was saying. "A lot. Like... A lot, lot." 

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lucitoran‌:

       he’d admit the action was cool up until he complained about the goo – a small chuckle leaving him at marco’s expense as the demon levitates a manhole cover and slams it into an incoming shambler.

      ❝ yep, that’s zombies for you. aaand, if you say so, plan guy. ❞

       his plan is stated and tom just shrugs before slamming the sharpened end of his wooden battle axe into the window nearest to them – gesturing toward the new opening after.

      ❝ after you. ❞

   He’d never admit it out loud, but it was probably a little more than obvious that he had some pride in being the plan guy, and Tom calling him so did boost his ego a little. Plan guy was better than the safety guy any day. 

   “Careful, Tom!” But being safe was still a good thing. “There’s glass shards everywhere.” He carefully knocked loose any remaining glass along the bottom of the window with the wooden sword he’d been provided with. He then removed his hoodie and draped it to lessen the possibility of injuring his hands as he climbed in. “Shh, if there’s any in here, we don’t want them to know we’re here too.”

[lucitoran]

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      if there was someone he could be stuck in a zombie horde with it was definitely marco – he was good at kicking monster butt and that would definitely come in handy. it’s not super ideal and he’d like to not be forced into fighting the living dead or dodging possession – they could try him, he already has plenty of souls inside his body – but you might as well have your best friend along with you.

      ❝ okay so, they seem like they’re never gonna end. and we should probably work on that whole ‘ getting inside ‘ thing at some point here right? you’re the persistent dumb plans guy, so what’re we doing? ❞

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  A well calculated roundhouse kick sent a shamblers head flying off it's body, the bony hands of the newly decapitated undead reached up too late to deflect the teen's attack and instead they uselessly grabbed at the air above the neck stump, seemingly confirming their grim fate, before slumping forward into a motionless heap.

  "I'm working on it, Tom!" Marco wiped some undead goo from his shoe, "Eeeeeww, this stuff is uncomfortably lukecold."  He shuddered. "And sticky!" It clung to his hand, stretching uncomfortably long from it and his unfortunate shoe. “Aaaawww...C’mon! Just... Let’s break a window and climb in, I’m sure no one will care.”

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Coming directing from talking with Tom, Star raced all the way to Marco’s townhouse with some small aid from magic to get around faster. It used a spell up for the day but considering how urgent this felt it was totally worth it. 

“Marco Diaz!!” She shouts as she kicks the door open, before immediately falling to the floor while panting to catch her breath. Taking a deep breath she rolls onto her back, tilting her head back to look upside-down into the room. She holds her hand up, “We…. need to talk….. just.. as soon…. as I catch my breath….”

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   There was no way that Marco Diaz was dancing alone in his room, clad in about 3 different towels and singing along to an 80's pop group sensation. And less to reason to believe that he would be interrupted in doing so. Except he was, and he was. Marco clung to his towel as a long scream filled his room, tapering out as he realized who had barged in and stopping all together as worry for her well being surged.

   "Star." He half scolded his friend. "You know you can knock, right? It’s like punching the door a little? Just a little." He shut it after her and set about pulling on his night clothes from behind the safety of his closet door, returning once he had and sitting next to the distressed princess. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

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   “Wait, what’s the date today?” Marco fished around his pockets for his phone, his heart heavy and hands sweaty as the cheery screen illuminated his face, the date taunting him for his failures.

   “Nooooo, I missed it, I missed ¡Dia de los muertos!” He slumped to his knees, head bowed in defeat. From somewhere down an alley, he heard the moaning shamblings of the undead. “Yeah, I know buddy.” But largely ignore it as it continued on its way.

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lucitoran‌:

      ❝ excuse me? now you’re holding out on me? when were you gonna tell me about your death celebration? didn’t know humans did that. ❞

  “What? Nooo!! I’m not holding out on you buddy. I didn’t think you’d be interested in an Earth holiday!”

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   “Remember those that have passed on...” Marco couldn’t help the grin that invaded his face.

   “That’s just like ¡Día de los muertos!”

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lucitoran‌:

      ❝ i remember you saying the opposite, but thanks, buddy. ❞

       he really does mean that thanks.

   “Yeah, yeah I did... But I guess... I was just jealous...”

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lucitoran‌:

      ❝ hey what up i’m tom and i’m literally the worst boyfriend. ❞

   “Whaaaat? Buddy, c’mon, you’re a great boyfriend!”

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send me ‘LET’S BAKE’ to bake a fall recipe with my muse; randomly generated, using this generator.

Pumpkin pie

Apple pie

Pumpkin roll

Butterbeer

Butterscotch cookies

Cranberry-walnut cookies

Homemade apple cider

Beef stew

Candy apples

Pumpkin bread

Pumpkin cheesecake

Pot roast

Hot cocoa cookies

Homemade hot cocoa

Gingerbread 

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lucitoran‌:

      he actually falls for it, then realises a moment later and it causes tom to laugh so much he falls back on his bed. okay, he shouldn’t mess with him so much but it was too easy and too funny. he guesses he’ll attempt to socialise today – at least for his best friend’s sake anyway.

from: tom 🔥 to: best friend™ 🥋

[ 📲 • sms ] —— oh man i wish i couldve seen ur face just now [ 📲 • sms ] —— and everyone calls me the dramatic one [ 📲 • sms ] —— anyway [ 📲 • sms ] —— fine i’ll bite what do u want

   Marco scoffs as he reads.

From: Marco Diaz To: Tomas Lucitor, demon extraordinaire

      [ txt ] My face was fine!       [ txt ] I was just humorign you, Lucitor!       [ txt ] *Humoring        [ txt ] Anyway, I scored the first three Mackie Hand movies, if you want to watch them.

   He stares at his phone intently, heart hammering in his chest.

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lucitoran‌:

       in his defence, he didn’t have wifi yet and his compact mirror was pretty useless as far as he was concerned – that and he was having a Moment and didn’t feel up to the whole socialising thing ( though isolating always makes everything worse, doesn’t it? ).

from: tom 🔥 to: best friend™ 🥋

[ 📲 • sms ] —— oh hey yeah gimme a sec [ 📲 • sms ] —— i lost my mirror

   Oh, ok, that made sense. Marco felt silly that he had ever thought Tom was ghosting him. Was that the term? Ghosting? He sighed, maybe he’d ask someone later.

From: Marco Diaz To: Tomas Lucitor, demon extraordinaire

     [ txt ] Ok, buddy.

   Then, a moment later, it dawned on him. He was texting him back! On his mirror!

    [ txt ] You are an Awful Person. You’re killing me. You’re killing your Best Friend!

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@lucitoran

   He's frustrated, he's called so many times and he's sure Tom is ignoring him. Or maybe his mirror phone thing is set to silent? Either way, Marco texts him.

From: Marco Diaz To: Tomas Lucitor, demon extraordinaire

      [ txt ] Answer. Your. Phone.

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leviiathan‌:

Unfortunately, the (hopefully) human creature before you is kind of a blurry mess. But, you offer a big smile and hope that you’re not too creepy in this moment. You need the help after all, and can’t truly afford to keep scurrying around after your lost eye wear.

“You will? T)(ank you! )(ON-ESTLY I’m starting to lose fait)(. I can’t sea ANYT)(ING out of t)(e water wit)(out t)(em. It’s suc)( a pain in t)(e butt.” 

“Just look for t)(at t)(ing I described for you! It s)(ould be -EASY.” 

   "You cant see? Like nothing at all?" Marco had returned the other’s smile, but wondered just how much she was actually able to see. Unwilling to leave her to her devices, Marco took her by the hand and lead the search. He checked among some bushes, maybe it was dangling around on the branches? No? Hmm... She seemed like a nice person, and Marco really wanted to help her out.

    "Around where do you remember dropping them?" He let her hand go to better move shrubbery around. “Ah, wait!” He snatched up a pair of goggles and hoped this was them. “Here.” He set them into her hands. “Maybe these are yours?”

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Star’s head was down as she looked up at Marco, and then back at the carpet. She didn’t mean to say that in anyway that would make him feel bad, but she should be honest with how she felt. She really didn’t want to be alone. She didn’t like the home she had to stay in, whatever modifications she did to the room with her magic didn’t last long. This fake home couldn’t even feel like home.

The tug from Marco took her thoughts away from that, and they sat on the floor as he pulled the comforter from the bed and  wrapped it around them.

“Marco…” After giving him a heartfelt look she leaned on him and snuggled into the blanket. “…thank you.”

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   There would never be a moment where Star could make him feel bad, not when she was like this. Not when he felt as disconnected as she probably did and not when she was seemingly reaching out to him. So Marco pulled her closer when she snuggled into him, held her tighter because that's what he would want if he had been feeling this isolation for months now. He wanted to ease her worries, to assure and reassure her that he wouldn't be going anywhere so long as he could help it.

   He laid his head against hers, avoiding the little horns and stared around her room for a while. Maybe they could do something new with the space, while it might never look like her own room, they could at least make it welcoming for Star, but if she needed Marco to hold her at night instead, he'd happily do that too.

   "You’re welcome, Star."  He whispered. "I promise, I won’t leave if you don’t want me to."

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@levitersora - starter call

   "I mean, is it fair?" Marco sat on the curb and slipped off a shoe and sock, which he proceeded to wring free of whatever water it had soaked up, but of course . "Is it? I avoid tripping into a fountain but somehow walk right into a massive puddle."