And here it is!

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July 16th

Word Count; 2790.

Characters; Garvin (Jewel) and Devery. Fintan mentioned.

TWs; Swearing, self-hatred, self-worth issues, suicidal thoughts/ideation, blood, injury, depression in general, self-harm, suicide attempt, drug use, overdose, dissociation, and hospitalization. Oh, and definitely very messy writing/ending. Is there more? I hope not. I seriously hope not. There’s already so much. Be careful while reading this.

Notes; Welcome to the reason I wanted to write a short story for every day of July. Anyways. Purple heroin is the most dangerous/deadly version of it being sold on the streets at the moment, I’m pretty sure, because it’s a mix of heroin and powerful/potent synthetic opioids like fentanyl, carfentanil, brorphine, and/or acetaminophen. You have no idea how much research I had to do for this short story. It was great. Anyways. There’s two different ‘---’ in this. The first one because I couldn’t decide which POV to do so it switches from Garvin/Jewel POV to Devery POV. Yay. And the second one because I didn’t want to write the phone call and thus switched right to the hospital, haha. Yeah. Be careful with this one. Seriously. It’s fucking heavy.

Garvins’ Age Before July; 15.

Garvins’ Age After July; 16.

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Jewel fiddled with the switchblade that laid in one of the pockets of his trench coat with one of her hands, not paying too much mind for where he was walking. She was in a back alley at the moment, and that was good and well enough for him. Her other hand held a small vial, one finger tracing the closed top. He was tired. She stopped once he thought that she was far enough away from the street. No one was going to stop him, the only people out and about were other lowlifes, after all. Were people that gave the city of crime its title. She leaned against one of the walls of the alleyway he was in.

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She let himself sink to the ground, glancing up for a moment at the dark sky above. And it was dark, with not a single star shining through the smog of the city. She watched it only for a moment longer, and then looked at the vial in his hand instead, filled with a shade of purple she didn’t care to know the name of. It’d taken longer than he’d wanted, than she’d even expected, to find someone willing to sell it to him. As if any of the fuckers had actually cared. It didn’t matter though, because she had it now and that was good enough.

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He set the vial down nearby and reached into the pocket of her trench coat that held his needle. It’d been much easier to get the syringe than it had been to get the vial, at least. She shifted, held it in his hand, staring at the cover sitting over the needle. She took a breath, and shrugged off one sleeve of his trench coat, rolling up the long dark green sleeve under it.

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She grabbed the vial again once the sleeve was rolled up enough that he could see a bit higher than her inner elbow. Jewel opened it, careful not to let any get out and lose it. Taking the cover off the needle was easier, and sticking the needle into the vial and drawing as much as he possibly could of the purple liquid into the syringe was even easier. She stared at it. At his escape, her way out of a shitty life that he’d never even wanted in the first place. She blinked, took a breath, and shifted so it’d be easier to make the injection.

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With any luck, he’d be dead in just a few minutes after the injection. She hoped and wished for that more than anything else. So he found a vein in her inner elbow that looked well enough for what he was doing, and slowly pushed the needle in so that it followed the vein towards her heart. He checked it was a vein, pulling back the plunger to watch for the dark red blood of a vein on the barrel instead of the bright red that an artery would give her, and then almost sighed in relief when the dark red showed itself.

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He didn’t though, instead focused solely on the fact that it’d be over soon. After so fucking long. She’d be done. Allowed to just… Stop. He hoped there wasn’t an afterlife. Hoped that she wouldn’t have to exist on any level, any plane, any extent… Ever again. He hoped that she’d just get to fade away, rot and decay and never deal with anything again. He was tired. Beyond tired, really. She was just… Done. So he took a breath, stared at the needle in her arm, and slowly pushed the plunger down to inject the liquid into his bloodstream.

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The high came just as quickly as it always did from injections, and for a moment, she almost regretted what he was doing. Almost. But, well, if she didn’t die now then he’d just die later, when she didn’t feel even just a little better. So he pulled the needle out the same way it went in, and watched as a dot of blood pricked up from where it’d been. She shifted, waiting, as the initial high faded to the blissful calm of nothing. It wasn’t hard to wait, leaning his head back and blinking up at the sky, listening to the sound of her own breathing.

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Except. It was fucking annoying. Slow, sure, but loud and persistent. And he hated it. Hated the rasping breaths no matter how slow they were. Hated the sound of her heartbeat in his ears, hated the way it wouldn’t just stop. So she blinked, slow, and forced himself to stand up, ignoring the way she stumbled as he did. It’d work eventually on its own. Of course it would. Probably. But it wasn’t working fast enough. She was sick and tired of waiting. Of having to wait.

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He wasn’t sure why she’d stood. Or why he was walking— Stumbling, actually, though she didn’t care enough to really notice— down the alleyway. Maybe he was hoping that the movement would get her blood flowing enough to speed up his death. She almost slipped as he walked, her sight just getting blurrier as he went. She caught sight of the needle he used still in her hand, stared at it, at the still rolled up sleeve, and stabbed it into his arm. She blinked, and then heard as a slight laugh bubbled over, feeling somewhat giddy as he continued to stumble through the alley. She pulled it back out of his arm, stared at the blood that followed it, and stopped walking as she swayed, dipping down, and barely catching himself before she fell completely. He stabbed her arm with the needle again, watching blood trickle down his arm as she pulled it out.

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And then paused, unable to do much more than stare at the needle in his hand. She blinked. It was on the ground instead. It seemed like too much trouble to grab it again. He shifted, leaned back against the wall, and tried to ignore her breathing, tried to ignore the way he was sweating, shaking. She almost felt sick. It still wasn’t fast enough. He wanted to be gone now. Not in thirty minutes, or ten minutes, or five minutes, or however long it was taking at the moment— She wanted to be gone now.

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In a split second of what felt like divine clarity, he remembered her switchblade that was still in the pocket of his trench coat. Taking it out was a lot harder than she thought it should be, even with the way his heartbeat and breathing and vision and— Well, everything, really, was telling her that he was already going to end up dead. She fumbled with the switchblade, vision blacking for a second, and when he’d finally gotten it out, she pushed the blade out and dragged it along the length of his arm, from her inner wrist to his inner elbow. For a second, blood didn’t follow, but the second passed, and blood gushed out.

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Her vision blacked again, and when it came back, he was closer to the ground, though still standing. She thought maybe he laughed again, but she couldn’t be sure. He didn’t try to shrug off the other sleeve of her trench coat, simply pushed it up along with the dark green sleeve under it. He switched which hand was holding the switchblade, ignoring the pain that came with it, it was dulled anyways, and stabbed the switchblade into her inner wrist, a much deeper wound than his other arm got. For a moment, she stared at it in his arm, and then she dragged it down, forcing it to make its way to his inner elbow, blood pouring out much quicker than the other. She stared, blinked, and pulled it out of his arm.

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She swayed, staring, blinking, waiting, watching. He couldn’t think. She felt sick. He couldn’t quite breathe either. She coughed, and suddenly felt himself fumbling. She caught himself on the wall of the alleyway, her vision blacked again. When it came back, he found herself on his knees with bloody vomit on the ground in front of her. He leaned back, or she thought he did, but her shoulder ended up against the wall beside him instead. He shifted, her back hit the wall too, he stayed sitting. Her vision blacked again. It didn’t come back.

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Devery closed the door behind him as he left the bar, turning to lock it up for the rest of the night. Or, really, the very early morning. Depending on what someone chose to count 1 AM as. He stepped back from the door and turned away, the familiar weight of his handgun at his hip as he pulled at his ability in order to keep it close. Just in case. Really, it was just about the one thing he didn’t care for with having the closing shift at the bar.

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He started walking, going to make his way back to his apartment and ignore the people still out. The city was fucking mess. He really had to start looking at getting out soon…

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He hadn’t been walking for very long when he saw the puddle nudging its way out of an alley. It almost looked like water from where he was standing when he noticed it, even. The only thing wrong with that idea was that it hadn’t rained recently. And even if it had, it was mid July, any rainwater would’ve been gone already with the kind of heat they’d been having recently. And as he got closer, trying to make the decision to ignore it, it was only easier and easier to tell that it was blood. Devery had been around blood before. Plenty of times, really. So it should’ve been easy to ignore the puddle after figuring out that was what it was. And it was, up until he reached close enough to the alley to see who’s blood it was. To see the scene.

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And the scene was, admittedly, bad. It was a ginger child. That much was obvious immediately. And, in Devery’s opinion, no older than maybe 14. And that was pushing it, really. Even with the piercings the kid had, there was no way they were older than 14. And if they were, then someone needed to feed them way more. The rest of the scene hit him after the fact that it was a kid, a child, did. It made it worse, somehow. That the arms where blood was pooling from two long cuts belonged to a child. A bloody switchblade was still being loosely held in the kid’s far too pale right hand.

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He walked into the alleyway, taking in as much of the scene as he possibly could as he got closer. There was vomit nearby, mostly stomach acid and blood, and a needle on the ground. He tried not to let his focus get dragged away from the kid though, crouching and trying to think about what he could do. What he knew or, more accurately, what he remembered learning.

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He took the switchblade out of the kid’s hand and put it into his own jacket pocket… And froze, still holding the child’s hand. Because there were vines tattooed across their knuckles. He stared at them, just for a second as nausea began to pool in his stomach. Devery forced his eyes up, moving his hand that wasn’t holding the vines to check for a pulse at the neck. The kid had a spider bite piercing on the right side.

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And, sure, okay, he couldn’t know for sure, he’d never gotten a name, never really even spoke to him before, just the people that came with him but— The piercings were all the same, the tattoo was the same and he’d be willing to bet the other hand had a matching one, the messy ginger curls were the same, and the kid was wearing a trench coat.

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He felt sick. Beyond sick, really. He felt about ready to vomit. There was still a pulse. Faint. There wasn’t time to vomit, to think about how much he hated Fintan, to try and put the timing together— He rolled down dark green sleeves and picked up the kid, trying not to think about how little he weighed, trying to use the sleeves to add pressure to the open injuries. The two deep cuts that were basically the poster child of suicide attempts. The thought hit him as he stood, and he almost did waste time to vomit. Because that was what happened, wasn’t it? The needle and vomit on the ground as he forced himself to step out of the alleyway wasn’t helping. The bloody switchblade he’d put into his pocket wasn’t helping.

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The corroding tombstone patch on the back of the child’s trench coat wasn’t helping. He fished his phone out from his pocket as he started in the direction of the hospital, thanking his lucky stars that it was close by. Close enough that calling and waiting for an ambulance would take longer than calling while taking the kid there himself would. And the kid really didn’t have any time to spare. So he dialed the hospital number as he shifted the kid’s head to make sure he wouldn’t end up choking on either vomit or his own spit. And though he knew that he probably should’ve done it earlier, he pulled on his ability as someone answered. Just so he could be sure that he didn’t let his emotions control the call and end up not getting out everything that had to be said.

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There’d been people waiting to take the kid from him when Devery got to the hospital minutes later, with each step feeling too small and each second that passed by feeling more like an hour, he handed him over to the staff waiting. Handed the kid over and then… Stood there. Barely hearing as he was told to fill out some form. He pulled at his ability, letting it soften whatever emotion he’d be feeling otherwise.

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He wouldn’t be able to fill out the form anyways. He didn’t know anything about the kid. Not really. The stuff he did know wasn’t anything he could actually tell anyone about. What was he supposed to say? That he’d seen the kid at the bar with Fintan Conley before? The known gang member? There was no way he could say that. Not with the track record that the hospital had. It’d basically be a death sentence for the kid. The hospital at least had to try and make sure he survived as it was now. Even if they immediately made him leave because Devery couldn’t give them a name, for him or for anyone he knew. If he gave them Fintan’s name, they’d call him. He couldn’t do that. Not with what he’d heard him say in the past, not with what he’d seen him do in the past. There was just no fucking way he could do that.

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So he declined when they offered him the form, making sure to give a look that’d tell them all they’d need to know. That he didn’t have any information about the kid, that it was likely no one was waiting up on or looking for him. When they left, he didn’t sit down to wait. He took a breath, turned, and started on his walk to his apartment.

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He couldn’t do anything else. Waiting to hear if the kid survived or not wasn’t something he was interested in doing. He wasn’t sure how he’d react to either option. And besides that, he didn’t even really know him. All of the stuff that he knew was stuff that he didn’t want to think about. So he didn’t. Instead, he pulled out the switchblade he’d put in his pocket, and cleaned the blood off of it with his sleeve. He couldn’t give it back, that was for sure. So he’d just have to put it somewhere in his apartment until he could figure out what to do with it.

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When he passed by the alleyway again, he took a breath and looked in. He wasn’t sure why, not really. But he saw the needle on the ground still, and knew better than to leave it lying around. So he picked it up by the plunger, careful to keep his hand away from the sharp point, and carried it until he’d reached a trash can he could throw it away in. And then he continued on his way to his apartment, ability kept close enough that he wouldn’t have to think about anything for, hopefully, the rest of the night.

You know what I just thought of/realized that's kind of funny?

Bernard would be freaking out about the stitched mouth. Any other wounds, he can handle. But a stitched mouth? What is he even supposed to do??

Meanwhile you have Garvin standing in the background who has actual experience in stitching things up, taking out stitches, and a really weird, not at all how you're supposed to do it, way of sewing.

Bernard may get to go on a murder spree after all, heal up what he can for Nico and then Garvin gets to handle the mouth situation. Good thing he's high as shit lmao

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In other news, I should have my AFCS post up either today or tomorrow.

Have some incorrect quotes.

AFCS and T8P 2.0 but I don't tell you which is which so you can just guess, I guess.

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Garvin, pulling the emergency stop on the elevator; “You must all be wondering why I’ve gathered you here today…”

Revan;

Nico;

Ingall;

Akira; “Garvin-”

Garvin; “Now tell me who the fuck ate my pudding cups.”

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Garvin; *Walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone.*

Nico; “Hey Vinny, how was your day?”

Garvin, picking up an onion and biting into it while staring at Nico; “Horrible.”

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Revan, walking into the kitchen; “What are you doing?”

Garvin; “Making chicken nuggets.”

Revan; “Why don’t you just bu-”

Garvin; “McDonalds doesn’t make them ri-”

Akira; “Last time they gave him 19.”

Garvin; “If I pay for 20, then I want 20!”

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Garvin; “So you remember the plan if I ever go down, right?”

Clio; “Of course.”

Garvin; “Tell me.”

Clio; “In the case of you ever being attacked, as you fall to the ground, I am to sing MMMMM WHATCHA SAY no matter the circumstances.”

Garvin; “Good. I’ll do the same for you, of course.”

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Ingall; “I want to show you a picture from last night that really upset me.”

Garvin; “Okay, but in my defense, Briar bet me 50 cents that I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.”

Ingall; “That’s not what I wanted to- You drank shampoo?”

Garvin; “What?”

Garvin; “No.”

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Garvin; “I just electrocuted myself.”

Karma; “How shocking.”

Clio; “How do you feel currently?”

Garvin; “I feel kinda amped.”

Aries; “Watt? I can’t hear you.”

Garvin; “I said it hertz a lot.”

Kostas, watching from a distance; “Are they okay?”

Devery; “This is normal, they’re fine.”

Kostas; “But he was jus-”

Devery; “He’s fine. I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t making puns.”

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Kidnapper; “We’ve got your brother.”

Aries; “I don’t have a brother?”

Kidnapper; “Then who’s this guy asking if we’ve seen the 1960s Star Trek series?”

Aries; “Oh my stars, you have Odysseus.”

Garvin, over the phone; “Is that Red Wine??”

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*At the zoo.*

Garvin; “What are they in for?”

Revan; “This isn’t a prison.”

Garvin; “So they can leave?”

Revan; “Well, no.”

Aries, pointing at a penguin; “I bet that one killed someone.”

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Aries; *Kills a spider.*

Garvin; “Stars, I wish that was me.”

Aries; “Odysseus, go and put a dollar in that self hatred jar now please.”

Garvin; “Dammit.”

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Devery; *Talking to the police.*

Aries, who has spent way too much time with Garvin; “Devery! Is that the police? I’m calling the weed!”

Aries, finds the nearest microwave; “420, what ya smoking?”

Devery; “I’ve had it Garvin, you’re killing me.”

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*Fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night, the squad rushes in half-asleep.*

Akira; “Is everything okay? …Garvin, what are you-”

Garvin, holding a lit piece of paper under the fire alarm; “Now that everyone’s here, who finished my chocolate milk?”

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Garvin; “Why do people always seem to think that I’m Clio’s dad??”

Akira; “You brought her lunch to school the other day.”

Revan; “She had a nightmare last night and you went to make sure she was okay.”

Aries; “I have you listed as a co-parent.”

Clio, walking by; “Hey, dad.”

Briar, pointing at Clio exasperatedly; “She literally just called you dad!”

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*In the group chat.*

Nico; “Why is Peter Pan always flying?”

Garvin; “Cause he neverlands”

Clio; “I love this joke because it never grows old.”

Briar; “It has a nice hook.”

Akira; “It ticks to its own rhythm.”

Aries; “I don’t get it. I’m lost, boys.”

Revan; “These jokes make me want to jump out a window.”

Garvin; “Don't do that, it's too Wendy outside”

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*Clio, Garvin, and Aries all screaming.*

Akira, rushing in; “What???”

Clio; “The Earth is spinning!”

Garvin; “The oceans are flooding!”

Aries; “And the sun’s on fucking fire!”

Akira; “Oh no, we gotta- Wait, what?”

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Nico; “What are you doing?”

Revan, digging through a jar of M&M’s and putting some in a separate bowl; “Garvin really likes the brown ones, so I’m separating them.”

Nico; “Aw, that’s so sweet!”

Revan; “What? No. I plan to eat them in front of him and then run.”

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Nico; “What if we switched our initials?”

Briar; “Sriar Ballows.”

Clio; “Slio Ceymour.”

Aries; “Fries Araoch.”

Garvin;

Garvin; “I don’t like this game.”

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Garvin; “If you cut your leg off, does it hurt?”

Aries; “Of course it would hurt if you cut your leg off!”

Garvin; “Where though?”

Aries; “In your leg-”

Garvin;

Aries;

Aries; “Briar!”

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Revan; “Why am I here?”

Aries, shines light on Revan; “You stole the goods from Odysseus.”

Garvin; “Yeah.”

Revan; “I’m sorry, the what?”

Garvin; “You took my animal crackers!”

Revan; “I did not!”

Garvin; “Slap him!”

Aries; *Slaps Revan with sticky hand.*

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Clio, to Garvin; “Here’s your christmas present! I hope you like it!”

Garvin, already crying; “I love it, thank you.”

Revan; “You got to, um, take the wrapping off to see what it is-”

Garvin, fully sobbing; “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.”

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*During Game Night.*

Revan, grabbing Garvin by the arm; “Alright, everyone partner up.”

Revan, whispering; “If we lose, you’re out of the will.”

Garvin; “I was in the will?”

I'm glad, haha

Thank god Stellan was around, he's the only one who would act remotely calmly and quickly in that situation, I think. Maybe Vee, but it'd take her a minute to figure everything out, and she'd also be drawn to helping Kyra-

Ah, yes, the Garvin and Devery approved friendship. We love

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Oh god-

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As he should, lol

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The short story is so amazing. So angsty and beautifully written

I loved it so much, it's so good

And we love Devery so much

It's all great and amazing

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Very fair, lmao

And yeahhh, definitely good Garvin is high then

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Sounds good! :D

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I love all the quotes so much, XD

I will say, for the leg one, Briar would totally go along with it

They are so for joking about and casually dropping major trauma after the fact, haha

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Also, for fun, here's a Neka of Kyra and her twin, Perdita :)

Credit to [email protected]

Haha, yeah, thank everything Stellan was there

Garvin and Devery be setting the standard for 'besties that pretend they aren't besties'

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Feel free to hate Fintan even more :)

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Here's a small little fact about the short story

Garvin is so fucking malnutritioned and malnourished, it's so bad, if he hadn't made an attempt then my guy probably would've starved instead real soon.

Devery's like, already 6'2" and 170 pounds by then, a much healthier combination than Garvin being 5'11" and like, 100 pounds at max. He is not doing well. At all.

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Haha, very good indeed

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Should be up today, or very early tomorrow morning if not lol

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We love that

Garvin only has a few things he can't make jokes about, but that's probably more because he doesn't remember them (or because of hush programs)

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Oooo, love the neka, they're great

Oh, do you want two nekas of Drogo and Euric?

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I will say, Garvin is going to be so helpful in Aries feeling like he can ask questions.

First time Aries asks about rules, you get Garvin basically saying that he doesn't give a shit what the rules are, he's gonna do whatever the fuck he wants and see how far he can push people.

Which, while that does, of course, cause some panic, it also very quickly doesn't. Because it would kind of solidify rankings and then turn around and be super confusing as Garvin just, doesn't get into trouble all that much, if at all.

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Oh, also- What would the most traumatic injury be for everyone in T8P 2.0? I just wanna know

Revan would probably be either head injuries that result in permanent changes to how he lives his life, but like- Anything that changes how he lives his life in general would be terrible. So, hands and arms too, probably. He could manage if it's a leg or foot or something, since he'd mostly be concerned about work and all.

Aries would probably be losing literally any of his limbs. He needs those to fight and, more importantly, protect people he cares about. He'd probably handle it better than others though, not going to lie. He'd figure something out. Even if he couldn't get a prosthetic, he'd figure something out. The need to protect outweighs.

Bernard... Not sure, actually. He's pretty stable of a character. He knows that an injury isn't the end of the world, even if it's permanent. He'd be more likely to be traumatized by how he got the injury than the injury itself. So. Like. I guess any injury sustained in a near death experience.

Garvin... Oh jeez. If Bernard is only traumatized by how he got the injury, Garvin is the other way around. He couldn't care less about how he got the injury. Near death experience? Oh well, he's had plenty already, what's a few more? But a loss of limb? Anywhere at all? A traumatic head/brain injury? He freaking out. But not because of the injury itself, more so because of what he'd immediately be thinking about. Which, of course, is what would happen if he got kicked out. If he was suddenly thrown back into the life he had before. So literally any injury with permanent damage, permanent consequences at all, are freaking him out very quickly.

A good runner up would be Nico's stitched mouth though. Not gonna lie. Talking is very important for Garvin haha

Oh, no worries, I certainly hate Fintan even more. I didn't think it was possible, but every time he shows up, I want to kill him even more :)

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Nooooo, the babyyyyyyy :'((

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Yay :D

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Fair, and, yeah, there's a couple things Briar's blocked out, and, honestly, I've kinda been wondering if they've also got DID or OSDD? Like, they kinda fit the criteria, but it could also just be a shit ton of trauma that made them question their identity and get confused a lot, so-

Lmao

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Oooo, yesss :)

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Awww, I love that! Amazing besties

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Oooo, good question! And great information, haha

Let's see-

Nico... Would probably be the stitched mouth, unfortunately for him. And, actually once they get her powers, this trauma will double. I should mention that singing and writing music is, like, Nico's most common coping mechanism, being robbed of even the choice to do that? Awful. Horrific, even. In fact, as you'll see, this'll likely trigger Nico's selective mutism that I haven't even mentioned before because it's something that he developed at a very young age and then, with Aurora's help (and the help of a professional), actually worked through and healed from. The trauma is going to be bad enough it's literally going to re-trigger such a deeply buried dissorder that Nico literally hasn't even thought about it since they were like 10 (about a year after fully recovering). So, yeah. Oops.

Akira doesn't typically mind injuries, they've delt with a shit ton already. Probably the only one that would be very traumatic would be something like losing an arm or leg, and then maybe something like a severe head injury where there was a possibility of altered brain chemistry.

Briar also doesn't care too much about injuries (luky for them), though losing an eye will freak them out for a bit. Actually, losing an arm and such will, according to Briar, actually be a good thing in the long run because it's easier to make out who they are. Of course, this isn't totally accurate because sometimes their brain is fully going to freak out when it rediscovers the missing eye and arm. Anyway, the injury that would actually be most traumatic to them is... uh... nothing actually happening to them, but to someone like Aries. Especially after exile. They don't give two shits about themself, but the second something happens to Aries, everything goes to hell.

And Ingall would, admittedly, be kinda traumatized by most injuries? He's gonna struggle. A lot of it has to do with his fear of sickness and infection, though. And of blood. Worst case scenario in Ingall's mind is getting sick from a previous injury. Though I'd actually say the worst thing for him would be any kind of sexual assult or injury from something like that. Something where he's being forced into physical contact.

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Also, take this fun little song, full of angst hints :D

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Haha, that'll probably continue, honestly. Fintan is so terrible. There's stuff I haven't even gotten to mention, even gloss over that he did.

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Oooo- Garvin and Briar possibly being system buds??

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Love all that information, it's great

All of it makes sense too lol

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Love the song lyric thing, it's greatness, very excited

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And here are the nekas!

Credits to [email protected]

So, uh. While they were still living on the streets, Euric picked up the role of protector while Drogo became a manipulative, charismatic faceman, basically. Oh, and Drogo actually ended up somewhat scared of Euric. Which is part of why their relationship is so strained nowadays. They actually ended up having a huge argument at one point after Drogo started working with Orinoco and Euric started working with Logan. But, that's later on. These two nekas are both while still on the streets.

Oh, right, been meaning to ask-

Should Aries have his red eyes or the silver eyes for T8P 2.0?

Oh noooo, I'm gonna need a bigger kill book to write his name over and over XD

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Possibly, haha

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I love the nekas and the information! All amazing! :)

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Good question-

I think either are great honestly, they both work well, lmao

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Also, here, have some (mostly) angsty T8P (2.0) incorrect quotes. Also, a couple of them are probably, like, if the RP went in a different direction, mostly the Briar ones, you'll see, haha

Also, a lot of it is Briar and Akira-centric, oops, lol

Anyway, I'll for sure make more later, but here you go for now!

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Briar, in an argument with Akira before exile: "You're not the type to make the sacrificial play. You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero."

Akira, unfazed, raising an eyebrow: "A hero? Like you? You're the Manipulation Holder, Sallow, everything 'special' about you is an illusion."

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Akira, slightly panicked: "Well, you didn't say they were from Kobalol!"

Pihu, who the group meet shortly after getting Nico back: "Well, what difference does that make?"

Akira, confused and slightly angry: "What diff- They're dangerous!"

Pihu, taking a step back: "... I'm from Kobalol."

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Garvin, to Bernard, drunk and high: "You're angry at me."

Bernard, looking over in confusion: "I'm definitely not."

Garvin: "You should be."

Bernard, glancing toward Nico who's alsleep in bed, understanding: "It's not like it's your fault."

Garvin, clenching his fists, probably not thinking clearly: "Then who's fault is it? Who is responsible for this?"

Bernard: "No one! Shit happens! Shit happens to the wrong people, you know that."

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Akira, panicking as Nico breaks down when finally talking to all the polycule again: "I'm sorry, please forgive me, I never meant to make you cry!"

Nico, sobbing and finally letting out pent-up emotions: "You liar! Look at what you've done!"

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Briar, grinning and walking toward Akira, who's on the ground, obviously injured: "Wait, something's different. This isn't the same 'noble hero' I fought before. No. You've changed."

Akira, inching back, eyes wide: "What have you done?!"

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Akira, sobbing, a few hours after the argument with Briar: "I-I hurt them!

The Time Elder, pretending to care: "Who?"

Akira, starting to fully break down: "My sibling! I-I got so angry, a-and I lost control! I-I'm just so sick of being 'perfect!' I'm never gonna be good enough for them, or you..."

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Briar, kneeling in front of Akira after a battle, crying, angry, and bleeding: "Did you pray to your elder? When the family you said you loved lay dying on the battlefield? Did you beg them for help as you family was massacred?"

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Nico, smiling through pain and showing Bernard to the closet of her room, the only place he feels safe alone, fully locked in, after their kidnapping: "It's my special dark place! You know, it's where you go when no one wants to talk to you because you have nothing interesting to say and you feel alone and awkward! Don't you have one?"

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Bernard, reaching out to Briar after they return to the group, they're having a bad episode: "Briar, it's okay-"

Briar, snapping: "Stop calling me that! It's Bri now, Briar was kicked out!"

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Time Elder, lecturing Akira: "You can't let your weak emotions consume you, you wouldn't want to end up like Max now, do you?"

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Garvin: "When are you going to stop suggesting that I'm suicidal?"

Bernard: "When you start acting like someone that wants to be alive."

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Bernard, slowly coming to a realization as he questions Nico, shortly after getting Nico back: "How old are you?"

Garvin, drunk and high, in a matter-of-fact tone: "16!"

Nico, quietly, dropping their eyes to the floor: "I'm 17."

Bernard, clenching his fists: "It was over your birthday?"

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Stellan, smiling slightly: "And that includes you too."

Briar, looking over in surprise: "What?"

Stellan, nodding slightly: "Yeah, we're gonna make sure you're safe too, Bri. You're family now."

Briar, tearing up and then starting to sob as the realization sets in that this group is sticking with them until the end: "Oh..."

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Akira, frustrated, shortly after Briar and Aries rejoin: "I should be happy now, but I'm not! I'm angrier than ever and I don't know why!"

Stellan, just being logical and helpful: "There's a simple question you need to answer then: who are you angry at?"

Akira, even more frustrated: "No one! I'm just angry!"

Nico, quietly, only just starting to speak to anyone other than Bernard and Garvin again: "Yeah, who are you angry at, Akira?"

Akira, clenching their fists, the fact that Nico's not using a nickname being the last straw: "I'm angry at myself!"

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Briar, on the verge of tears, talking to Aries after Stellan and Vee tell the everyone what happened during exile, Briar's still feeling a lot of shame around their injuries and everything at this point too, and telling Nico about it all is bad because they know Nico's still dealing with their own shit and now she'll worry about them: "They told everyone what happened to me. They basically made a total fool out of me! And the worst part is, they did it in front of Nico..."

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Akira, talking to Bernard after everyone's back together and starting to get along, holding back their emotions: "Time Elder said I'm not to cry."

Bernard, holding back his own anger as he starts to realize the abuse Akira was dealing with behind the scenes: "That is because Time Elder is incapable of human emotions, you're hurting, cry if you feel like it."

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Aries, holding Briar close after losing an arm and eye, trying to support them without also breaking down: "It's okay..."

Briar, sobbing and shaking with physical pain, nearling blacking out any time they move even a little: "I c-can't-"

Aries, shaking as well but trying to keep moving to get Briar to help: "It's okay..."

Briar, still sobbing: "It's hurting s-so much!"
Aries, starting to cry as well, voice shaky and barely above a whisper: "It's okay..."

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Past T8P Nico, excitedly: "Wait, so you're saying I get powers?!"

T8P Nico, who only told their past self the good things: "Yeah, and you help people with them! It's pretty cool."

Past T8P Revan, confused: "Wait, so you're saying we're actually... queer?"

T8P Revan, in denial about the polycule after everything fell apart: "Yeah. You're gonna find some people in a few years and you're going to think you're in love... You're not though..."

Past Akira/Briar, looking at their future selves with wide eyes: "What... happened to me?"

T8P Akira/Briar, both fully blaming themselves for everything: "Nothing that wasn't my fault. I'm sorry."

For sure, haha

I'm so sorry

There's so much

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Just asking since I wasn't sure if the red would be too unrealistic for T8P (2.0)

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Ooooo

Love those incorrect quotes

Nico being kidnapped during their birthday is so funny to me solely because I know for a fact that Garvin's going to turn around like, 'Yeah! Birthdays suck!'

Other than that though, the birthday thing is so fucking sad