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Whispers Cost | DiscussionFebruary 23, 2025 08:10 PM


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I feel bad about all the angst, so I'm doing silly quotes. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles edition :)
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*Nico, Garvin, Briar and Aries after getting into a bad situation... as usual when they're together*

Garvin, way too confident about how to handle everything: "Not necessarily! I may have a-"

Aries, butting in, knowing what's about to be said: "Please don't say: 'A fix, bro'!"

Garvin, narrowing his eyes and grinning: "A fix, bro!"

Aries, groaning: "We'll be here all night fixing your fix!"

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Garvin, talking to Nico: "Little guy!"

Nico, deeply offended about her height being mentioned: "Say what?!"

Garvin, knowing he's in trouble: "I mean, big guy!"

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Akira, panicked over someone being gone too long: "My overprotective friend senses are tingling! Kostas! Tap into their security cameras!"

Kostas, sighing: "Sure, let me just load my 'tap into every security camera around here' app!"

Kostas, looking up: "I'm sorry if that sounded like sarcasm, it wasn't, I am in."

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*After Nico, Garvin, and Akira collectively come up with a bullshit idea*

Revan, sighing and looking at a very terrified Ingall: "I will forego my usual "No, don't! That's four rotations, that's crazy talk, you guys!" and skip right ahead to: cover the food."

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*I don't know what this scenario is, but it would certainly happen, lmao*

Nico, shouting and running ahead of the group: "Dibs on this one!"

Garvin, huffing: "What? No! We only call dibs on food, stealing, and Revan's stuff!"

Revan, following the two idiots and shaking his head in mild annoyance: "Hey!"

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Nico, excitedly to Revan: "Where's your thing? Your... emotionless passion?!"

Revan, sighing, without looking up, in a monotone voice: "Here."

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Akira: *way too excited to get revenge, ready to blow up Fintan's whole house*

Garvin, grabbing Akira's arm: "'Quila, Fin's in that thing!"

Akira, upset they can't immediatly murder Fintan: "Can I at least go semi-lethal?"

Garvin: *Silent anger*

Akira, upset but backing off: "You never let me shine!"

Whispers Cost | DiscussionFebruary 23, 2025 08:28 PM


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Those quotes are amazing and wonderful and I love ROTTMNT and it is absolutely greatness
Whispers Cost | DiscussionFebruary 24, 2025 09:57 AM


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Glad you like them! I also love ROTTMNT, they are amazing, lol
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And here is my next short story! Enjoy!
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Good Girl

Prompt; Scars.

Characters; Garvin (Monroe) and Fintan. Others are vaguely mentioned but left unnamed.

Word Count; 3,225.

TWs; Swearing, varying levels of dissociation, self-esteem issues, insecurities, self-worth issues, distorted body image, very unhealthy eating habits implied/mentioned, implied past abuse, self-hatred, grooming, manipulation, weight loss pill drug use, lots of vague implications to tons of terrible stuff, and messy writing/ending. Maybe more? Hard to really say.

Notes; For reference, by this point in BTG Garvin is still severely underweight and only just starting to eat like most people do again. It’s a very slow process. All progress is lost immediately due to Fintan and Monroe too. So. Oops. Anyways, uh, the amount of praise Fintan relies upon for some of these alters/headmates is insane and terrible. He literally has them thinking he loves them.

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Monroe entered the bathroom in her dearest’s house, letting her golden tail pull it closed behind her. She stopped, paused, glanced at the lock on the door. She stared at it for a moment, her tail circling one of her wrists as she half considered locking it. Then she realized what she was thinking about, took a breath, and forced her eyes away from it. She didn’t need to lock the door. She wasn’t sure why she was even considering it, she never had before. Before leaving for weeks on end without telling him, without telling any of them. She bit her tongue, she’d have to tell someone later that she’d thought about locking the door. For now though, she dragged her eyes to where the medicine cabinet was, she needed to get ready for the night ahead of her. For the attention and eyes that the night would bring her.

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She rested a hand on the sink counter, wrapped her golden tail around one of her legs to help keep herself standing. The night before had been long and painful and wonderful. Better than she had any right to ask for. Especially after being away for as long as she had been. She counted herself lucky that they still loved her enough to be able to leave her still feeling sore from the night before. She took a breath, and reached over to open the medicine cabinet.

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Monroe paused before she’d grabbed the small makeup bag from it though, stalling and considering whether she was allowed to use it. Her darling had taken the larger bag from her, because leaving for so long without telling anyone couldn’t go completely forgotten, but she wasn’t sure if that meant she couldn’t use the smaller bag too or not. She bit her lip for a moment, then shifted to moving the spider bites around with her teeth. She could always take the makeup off if it turned out that she wasn’t allowed to use any right now.

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She took a glance at the mirror and hoped that she was allowed to use it. She looked back at the bag and took it from off the shelf it was on. She looked worse than the last time she’d seen herself, and she took a second to wonder how much progress she’d lost towards her darling’s goal for her. She breathed through her nose for a moment and hoped it wasn’t anything that a few days of following a stricter restriction couldn’t fix.

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Monroe opened the makeup bag, going through what all was in it. Black eyeliner, mascara, and a basic blush palette was what she took out first, setting them aside as she took out the brushes and sponges to put with them. An eyeshadow palette and a light pink lip gloss came out next. And then she finally found what she’d been looking for, the color correctors and scar concealer. The foundation with it was nice, but she wasn’t supposed to wear too much of it. The primer, bronzer, highlighter, and pencils on the other hand, were wonderful to see.

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She went about taking out what she was going to be using first and setting aside what she didn’t need at the moment, pausing when she got to the bottom of the small makeup bag. She shifted on her feet, stared and blinked. Slowly, she took the pill bottle out of the bag. She couldn’t remember if she’d put it in the bag or not. She supposed that if she hadn’t then it was probably her dearest’s way of helping her get back on track.

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Monroe took a breath, and set the Mini Thins bottle on the counter. At least she knew a few days of stricter restrictions would work to get her back on track if she had those too. She shifted her gaze back to the mirror, deciding that she’d take one after she’d hidden the scars she needed to. And there were quite a few that she needed to hide. She hoped that she’d given herself enough time to do everything. The last thing she wanted was to make her darling wait for her to finish getting ready before they could go.

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So she grabbed the primer, and set to work. Applying it helped a little with the scars covering her face that always concerned her. Not nearly enough for her to think about foregoing the color correctors and scar concealer, but it was something and any help at covering them was nice. She’d never liked them. She’d never liked looking at them, ruining her face and making her look older. Making her face rough and scratchy and not soft and smooth the way it was supposed to be. Her dearest introducing her to makeup was something that she’d never really been able to thank him for. She didn’t think she could ever manage to thank him enough for it. Not when she couldn’t even begin to thank him for his love either.

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People that tried to claim that scars weren’t horrid to look at were either saying it out of pity or because they were into them, she knew that much. While she’d never judge anyone into them, not when her darling had to be to some degree to have ever even thought of taking a chance with her, she wasn’t sure she’d ever really understand the appeal. She set the primer down and picked up the pink color corrector so she could start on neutralizing everything. The first thing she went to cancel out were the bags pulling her eyes down, if only because it’d make focusing on the scars easier later.

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She tried not to trace the scars with her eyes as she went about it. The last thing Monroe needed was to end up using too much makeup because her eyes wouldn’t let her stop seeing scars after she applied everything. Especially when she didn’t know how long she needed to make the small makeup bag last for. She shifted, leaning over the counter to get closer to the mirror so she could see what remained of the bags easier. Her bones didn’t seem to jut out as much as they were supposed to. She shifted back, trying not to frown and risk wrinkles setting in. Wrinkles wouldn’t do her any good, the scars and eyebags caused her enough trouble as it was.

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She grabbed the orange color corrector next, applying it where it could help the pink out with the dark circles still threatening to make her seem so much older than she was. The lavender and yellow color correctors followed the orange one, and she was careful not to overdo either of them. When she’d finished with the yellow though, she paused. The beige for the scars were next, which was great. Except that she never really knew how much she needed to use. She didn’t want to see the scars at all. But she knew where they were, and hiding them didn’t change that. The feeling of makeup on them was never helpful for forgetting they were there either.

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But it was worth it to keep her dearest darling by her side. It always was. So she breathed through her nose and picked up the beige color corrector to get started on actually being able to cover the scars up. She wouldn’t be able to use the scar concealer if she didn’t use the color corrector, after all, and she had to cover them up. Picking up and starting to use the color corrector was the hardest part, at least. It wasn’t too difficult to apply it once she’d started the process, eyes trailing as she put it down in soft strokes on top of each scar. She wished there was something she could do for how crooked her nose was. She was just glad that she could fix the scars at least.

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Monroe didn’t think she’d spent enough time on them when she set down the beige color corrector, but she didn’t want to use too much. Both because she wasn’t sure when she’d be allowed to have her larger bag of makeup back and because she didn’t want it to be too overpowering. It wouldn’t do her any good if it was overpowering. So she took a breath, and picked up the brush she used for blending and started the task of blending all of it.

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The scars didn’t seem nearly as bad when she finished it, and the circles under her eyes were practically invisible. Which was all around good news. So she breathed, set down the brush, and picked up the foundation so she could do a light application of it before the concealer. She couldn’t use too much, she didn’t plan on using any more than she absolutely needed to. With that in mind, she picked up a sponge to help with its application and blending, careful to make sure that it didn’t look like a mask on her face. When it was done, she switched to the scar concealer and the brush she tended to use for it. She didn’t take nearly as long on it as she did the color correctors and only slightly longer than she took for the foundation, either because there was less to really do with it than the color correctors or because she didn’t want to run out of time. Either way, she blended it with a clean sponge after it was applied, careful not to accidentally smudge it as she did so.

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She smiled to herself when she didn’t see the scars afterwards, and quickly switched to applying bronzer before she could pick everything apart enough that she did see them. Bronzer was something she enjoyed applying much more than she did anything else, sweeping the brush for it along her cheekbones to help them stand out more than they already did. She knew by heart how much bronzer to use, at least, and she watched her cheekbones come out more as she brushed it on. She didn’t use as much on her forehead as she did her cheeks, and she used even less than that for her jawline. She didn’t need to look older than she was, after all.

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Blush came after the bronzer, and she ended up using a light pink from the options. It didn’t take long to apply, careful to not just put it right on top of the bronzer in a heavy coat. Highlighter came after that, helping to push up her cheekbones even more. Setting powder was easy enough to do after the highlighter, and then she was finally able to pick up one of the pencils to fix her eyebrows. Monroe had never understood how she had scars there. She’d never understood why her eyebrows seemed thicker closer to her ears than they were to her nose. It was annoying. More than that, it was unflattering. She’d been tempted to cut and pluck them more than once. She never had. She wasn’t sure why. She didn’t pay too much attention to answering that though as she set about fixing them with the pencil in her hand. She didn’t really need to answer it.

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She put on some light pink eyeshadow after she’d finished fixing her eyebrows, with a very light coat of a gold glittery eyeshadow on top of it. Which meant that it was officially time for her to do the eyeliner. Another part of the process she always found herself dreading. Especially when she’d first started using makeup, when it used to make her mess up everything else due to how much it seemed to make her eyes itch and water. It wasn’t nearly as bad nowadays though, at least. Mostly because she didn’t end up having to redo everything as often anymore. She supposed she’d probably gotten used to the feeling of it, she was still always nervous about doing it. So she took a breath before grabbing the eyeliner to apply it. The one saving grace other than it being necessary, was that she never really needed to apply all that much. She really only needed a light outline along the waterline of her upper lid. The wing wasn’t supposed to be too large either, especially given her hooded eyes. The hardest part of the eyeliner was following the waterline without her eyes trying to water.

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Monroe tried not to study the wing too closely when she finished, well aware that if she did then she’d start trying to perfect the wing and end up messing everything up. She closed the eyeliner and set it down on the counter as gently as she could to make sure it wouldn’t fall off the edge due to the slight shake that had started up in her hands. She took a breath and picked up the mascara next, careful to try and steady her hands before pulling a coat of it onto her upper lashes.

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When she did finally manage it, she started putting everything but the pill bottle and lip gloss away, trying to decide which one would be best to do first. Probably taking a Mini Thins, just so that it wouldn’t end up messing up the lip gloss at all. She shifted, feeling her golden tail tighten around her leg as she leaned against the counter again, stifling a yawn in her throat that didn’t seem fair. She had a long night ahead of her, one that she had to stay awake for. She bit at her tongue, and grabbed the Mini Thins pill bottle.

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It took her an embarrassing amount of time to open the child proof top of the bottle, which she decided to blame was because of the weight she had gained back. Monroe hadn’t thought it was that much, admittedly, but given how much her eyes liked to trick her when it came to the scars that she couldn’t stand… She wouldn’t be too surprised if she was wrong and she had actually gained far more weight than she had figured before. With that in mind, she took out two pills rather than one from the bottle before closing it and putting it back into the small makeup bag she had found it in. It didn’t take long for her to take them, especially given that dry swallowing Mini Thins was something that she had gotten good at the more she’d done so.

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She’d barely finished putting on the light pink lip gloss though when the door to the bathroom opened, making her jump and look over as her dearest stepped in. She stepped back, solely so he could have more room, and looked up at his face, waiting for him to say something. He took her in, a smile brightening a face that was already so nice to look at. He reached out and took the wrist of her hand that wasn’t still holding the lip gloss into a bruising grip. She smiled, soft and small and just the way she knew he liked her to.

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He caressed her cheek a moment later, thumb running over her cheekbones, stepping closer to her as he did. Her darling cupped her jaw, his voice sounding like a song. “Oh, you look so cute like this, baby.” Her smile deepened, and she watched his eyes light up as he rubbed his thumb over her jaw. “My sweet baby girl… Everyone’s going to love you tonight.

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Her throat tightened, and Monroe tried not to look away towards the mirror. His hands tightened against her jaw and wrist, the one holding her wrist pulling her closer as he cooed her name. “Monroe, you’re not doubting me, are you? Don’t you trust me?

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She looked back at him quickly, nodding in his hold. “Of course I trust you, you’re everything to me.

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His smile grew, it was a wonderful sight. “And you’re my baby. My special, precious baby girl, Monroe. And everyone’s going to love you when they see you tonight, and they’re all going to want you to know just how much they love you.” He let go of her wrist and wrapped that arm around her waist instead. She let herself be pulled into him, her golden tail finding its way to wrap around his leg as he kissed her. Soft and barely a kiss before he was trying to pull her even closer, his hand slipping down onto the short pink skirt she’d been given to wear to the party.

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He kissed her again, tilting her head back and moving the hand on her jaw to her neck. Monroe reached up to wrap her arms around his, pushing herself as close against him as she could get, reveling in his body heat. She heard the door behind him close, and let the kiss deepen as he lifted her onto the counter, pride sharp in her chest at how easy it was for him to do so. She shivered at the cold air that it brought though, and pressed herself closer to him. To the bulge growing in his pants. She knew what that meant and beamed, bringing a hand down to press against it as his hand tightened around her throat. His hips bucked against her hand and she wrapped her legs around him as she fisted his shirt in her hand still around his neck and his other one worked at getting his pants unbuckled for him.

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His hand that wasn’t around her throat trailed down to grab her hand, pulling it away and finishing the process for her. She let her hand go back around his neck, taking the chance to breathe when he broke the kiss and feeling how tight his hand was around her neck as she did. “You’re such a good girl, baby. You’re gonna make me so proud tonight, aren’t you? You’re gonna be a good little girl and do everything you’re supposed to?

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His hand pushed her skirt up to where she was wearing nothing underneath, and she nodded, chest heaving as she tried to pull him closer. “Yes, I promise, I’ll be— I’ll be perfect, I swear, I’ll—” She whined and tried to pull him closer again. “I’ll be the best little girl, please— Please, I need you— Please—

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He grinned, she felt dazed just looking at it, at the love in it. Even as he interrupted her pleading. “You’re so cute when you beg, baby. Such an adorable baby girl…

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She took a heavy, stuttering breath, went to plead again, and fell silent just as quick as she’d started as his hand tightened around her throat and she felt him carve his way into her. He kissed her again, and she didn’t quite care if it ended up messing up her makeup as she tried to pull him deeper into it. She failed just as miserably as she had with everything else that came to her strength against his, but he deepened it for her anyways. His hand not around her neck found the bones of her hip, and she moaned against straining to breathe as his nails dug into her skin in time with his hips bucking. Everything was worth it, just for his hand around her neck, bruises on her hips, and him taking the time to rearrange her insides.

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I'm actually going to murder Fintan. Like, actually
He's so fucking gross and I despise him in literally every way possible-
The story was amazing though! Very well written!
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Haha, yeahhh, he's the worst
He deserves so many death sentences
Library chain where the only book at each location is just kill books with Fintan's name covering every page.
Glad you liked the story though!
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Have some incorrect quotes now though, to lighten the mood a little.
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*Just Briar and Garvin going through a powerpoint for the ABCs using DnD and music. To prove they (mostly Garvin) know the ABCs.*

Briar; “A is for Artificer.”

Garvin; “B is for Beholder.”

Briar; “And C, that’s for—”

Garvin; “Can’t make it. Cat got caught by a car. I have to cancel.”

Briar; “D is for Dice.”

Garvin; “E is for Exhaustion.”

Briar; “And F is for—”

Both; “Fireball!”

Garvin; “G is for Goblin.”

Briar; “H is for Healing.”

Garvin; “And P— And I— That’s for…”

*Briar just stares at him.*

Garvin; “I know my alphabet, guys, I know my alphabet! I know P doesn’t go after— Whatever— What was the letter?— H?”

Briar; “So, okay, P!”

Garvin; “No, no—”

Briar;Pie don’t care how Bpg the room was! Pie cast fireball!”

Garvin; “…J is for Javelin?”

Briar; “K is for Kobold.”

Garvin; “L is for Long Rest.”

Briar; “M, Murder Hobos.”

Garvin; “N’s Necromancy.”

Briar; “O’s for Orc.”

Garvin; “And P— That’s for—”

Briar; “Propaganda!”

Garvin; “Nope, nope. It’s okay, do it again.”

Briar; “I gotta try again, yeah, okay.”

Garvin; “And P, that’s for…”

Briar; “Profiteering!”

Garvin, shaking his head; “That’s worse, that’s worse. That’s worse!”

Briar; “Here, I got another one, you guys ready?”

Garvin; “Yeah, okay.”

Briar; “Pinkertons!”

Garvin; “Oh no! Okay, nope, no, you’re—”

Briar; “I should have done I.”

Garvin; “Ah, you’re right, Inkertons would’ve been a little bit better, but, uh…”

*Briar laughs*

Garvin, eyes lighting up; “No, wait!”

Briar; “Oh?”

Garvin; “P is for Phireball!”

Briar; “…Q’s for Quest.”

Garvin; “R’s for Races.”

Briar; “Oh, no, no, no— They changed that.”

Garvin; “What did they change that to again?”

Briar, going to the next letter;Species.”

Garvin; “…That’s right.”

Briar; “Yeah.”

Garvin; “T is for Tarrasque.”

Briar; “U is for Underdark.”

Garvin; “V is for Vampire.”

Briar; “W’s for Wizard.”

Both; “And X is for Xorn!”

Briar; “Y is for Yuan-Ti.”

Garvin; “And Z is for… Bri, what is Z for?”

Briar; “Let’s go back a little bit, shall we? Z originates from the Phoenician Zayin, passing through the Greek, Etrucuscan, and Latin scripts. Z started off as sounding like Z but when it got to the Greeks they made it sound more like a ZD and DZ and in the Middle Ages to now, we started making Z sound like Z again.”

Garvin; “However! In physics, in a three-dimensional space, Z stands for the vertical position of a particle. V also stands for Y on a two-dimensional graph. If you go back to the Phoetian alphabet, the Phoenician Y and the Roman V eventually do this weird thing where they kind of come together to create the Latin F. Therefore— If you take Z, convert it into physics, you get the Y and the V, that take and bring it to the Phoenician Y and the Roman V, that becomes the Latin F. So I guess you could say that—”

Briar; “Z is for…”

Both;Zireball!”

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*When Katalyn finally meets the polycule*

Katalyn, trying to learn about the polycule; “Who’s the biggest troublemaker?”

Garvin; “I don’t know… I don’t think there is a biggest troublemaker.”

Revan, being asked the same thing later; “Garvin.”

Katalyn; “See, he didn’t answer.”

Revan; “He didn’t? That’s because it’s him.”

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*Garvin has zero skill in baking. Cooking, he’s great at. Baking, ban him from the kitchen and never let him in a two mile radius of it again. Unfortunately, he doesn’t agree with that fact about him. To be fair, he’s mostly bad at baking because he can’t read. That being said, he’s still allowed to bake so long as someone is there to supervise.*

Nico, walking into the kitchen and seeing Garvin there unsupervised, with baking stuff out; “Hey, uh… What’re you doing?”

Garvin, totally forgetting that he already made them; “Oh, I’m about to make mini chocolate chip muffins.”

Nico; “What? Okay, how about we just slow it down for a minute, let’s go step by step here. First thing we’re gonna need is a good recipe.”

Garvin, grabbing a book of recipes from the counter and holding it up; “Yeah, I got one.”

Nico; “Okay… And then we’re gonna need to make sure we have all the ingredients.”

Garvin; “Yeah, I did that too.”

Nico; “Good… And then we need to gather all of our baking—”

Garvin, remembering he already put the muffins in the oven; “Yeah— Whatever you’re about to say I probably did it already.”

Nico; “Okay, that’s concerning. What do you mean by that?”

Garvin; “Oh, they’re already baking.”

Nico; “You already mixed everything and put it in the oven?”

Garvin; “Sure did.”

Nico; “And you didn’t wait for me?”

Garvin; “Sorry, I was just too excited.”

Nico; “Can I see that recipe please?”

Garvin, handing the book over, far too confident; “Yeah, sure, but I think you’re gonna be really surprised.”

Nico, opening the book to the recipe; “Yeah, no, I don’t think I’m gonna be surprised at all, actually. So, let’s see… The first thing we need here is two cups of—”

Garvin, very confident; “White sugar and one cup of flour.”

Nico; “That was supposed to be the other way around.”

Garvin; “Huh… Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Nico; “…One tablespoon of baking—”

Garvin; “Soda.”

Nico;Powder.”

Garvin, shrugging; “Eh, close enough. What else?”

Nico; “…One egg.”

Garvin; “…Define one egg.”

Nico;

Nico; “It’s a single egg.”

Garvin; “Hm.”

Nico, in abstract horror; “We’re just gonna pretend that you got that one right, okay? Uh… One and a quarter cup of milk?”

Garvin; “Ah! We didn’t have any milk, so I used coffee creamer.”

Nico; “Oh my god… Two teaspoons of vanilla extract?”

Garvin; “You mean tablespoons?”

Nico; “I mean teaspoons.”

Garvin; “Okay, well, they’ll just be really vanilla-y mini muffins.”

Nico, closing the book; “You know what? I think these are gonna turn out pretty awful.”

*A timer goes off.*

Garvin, getting the muffins out from the oven; “Oh! Looks like we get to be the judge of that right now because the first batch is done.”

Nico; “I’m not tasting that stuff, that’s all on you.”

Garvin, already handing them one; “Hey, you know damn well that I’m not about to be trying these alone.”

Nico; “Damn it.”

Garvin; “Okay, ready? On the count of three.”

Nico; “One—”

Garvin, shoving his into his mouth; “Three!”

*Nico takes a bite. They’re absolutely awful. They stare each other down. Nico slowly spits it out and starts coughing.*

Garvin, after forcing himself to finish the one he shoved in his mouth; “Okay… I’m not gonna lie… Maybe I shoulda waited for you?”

Nico, struggling to get the taste out of their mouth; “You think?!?”

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Lmaooo, I love all of those so much, they're amazing!
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Glad you like the incorrect quotes!
Briar and Garvin definitely stayed up the entire previous night trying to figure out something for Z lmao
And ignore Garvin proving Revan right about him being the biggest troublemaker in the immediate next incorrect quote XD
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Okay, here's more angst, yippee! Lmao

I didn't know how to end it, so the last bit is pretty messy, oops-

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Patchwork AU - Tearing (Briar's POV of Fraying)

Characters; Briar (Sall and Rye), Aries, Ingall, Akira, Revan, and Nico. Garvin mentioned.

Word Count;

TWs; Swearing, Mentions of suicide, Panic/anxiety attacks, Varying levels of dissociation, Self-blame, Blood, Mentions of character death, Mentions of arguing, messy writing, and definitely more-

Notes; Fraying but some of the aftermath from Briar's POV. No one is doing well, lmao

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By the time Briar got the call from Aries, everyone at Nico's place was starting to get anxious again. Not that they'd been entirely calm in the first place, just... better than when Briar had first arrived.

As in, Nico had stopped sobbing and was now sitting beside them on the couch, fidgeting with her hands and staring at the floor, not fully present, Ingall had paused his cleaning spree and was now simply pacing, and Akira and Revan were currently avoiding looking at each other, with Akira retreating to the kitchen and Revan sitting on the other side of the living room, only really sticking in a common area due to Nico's pleading minutes before.

So, not great, but better than the mess from before. After they'd gotten everyone to this point, Briar had texted Aries, questioning about how Garvin was doing, but that had been a while ago now with no reply. So, when their phone rang, they picked up immediately.

"Hey, love, what's wrong? How's Garvin doin', he alright?"

The attention was on them in seconds, and Ingall even stopped pacing, staring and waiting for an answer. Briar tried to remain calm, but the fact that Aries had opted to call them instead of answering the prior question with a text didn't bode well. Aries' next words just made things worse.

"I- uh- I'm sorry, I... I need you to- to... Can you please bring everyone to the- the hospital?"

Anxiety rose in Briar's throat, but they swallowed it, keeping their tone even as they stood, holding out a hand to Nico and pulling him up as well when she took it.

"'Right, I can do that, can ya tell me what's goin' on?"

They gestured toward Revan and Ingall, silently telling them they all needed to be moving right now. Both of them looked very confused and Nico squeezed their hand anxiously, but Briar just started moving, leading everyone toward the door, gesturing to an equally confused Akira as they passed, all too aware of Aries' silence on the other end of the phone, only to very timidly be followed up with a shaky voice.

"I- Just... Can you come to the h-hospital?"

Briar took a deep breath, mentally preparing themself for the worst.

"Okay, we're on our way. See ya soon, love ya."

Aries didn't answer, but Briar wasn't worried about that at this point. They just hoped no one was dead.

They hung up and continued to the car, closing their eyes briefly and turning to the others before getting in, keeping their voice as steady as possible.

"'Kay, I need everyone ta get in, please. We need ta head to the hospital."

The panic was evident immediately, with Akira and Revan tensing, Ingall's eyes widening, and Nico flinching, nails suddenly digging into Briar's skin. They didn't mind, just squeezed back gently before carefully pulling apart from him and slipping into the drivers seat as the others scrambled to get in.

The trip was a fast one, and nearly silent, but as soon as they pulled into the parking lot, before they could even put it fully into park, Akira had thrown their door open and, moments later, they were all piling out and rushing to the hospital entrance where Aries was waiting, pacing.

Their partner himself looked like a mess, soaked in blood and clearly anxious and upset, dried tears still visible on his cheeks. Their anxiety rose, but they forced it down again, ignoring the light tug from Rye, a warning. They needed to stay calm. They needed to be support. Aries clearly needed it now, so they took a breath and asked the question they wished wasn't necessary.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

Aries paused, taking a moment to process before responding.

“The blood’s not mine. I—" His breath hitched and he started crying again, twisting Briar's heart as he did so. He looked so... broken. “I tried, I swear I tried. He— I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried, I really did. He just— He’d lost too much blood and I— I couldn’t— I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

The switch was immediate. Both in Briar themself and in those around them.

Ingall shook his head and stumbled back, panic taking over his whole expression as his breathing sped up and he began to shake. Nico stood completely still for a second before Aries' words seemed to click and her eyes flooded with tears, shortly followed by a cry of anguish as his body seemed to give out and they toppled forward, thankfully caught by Revan who took a few steps forward to grab them before they hit the ground, only to slowly lower them both to the ground, expression blank and distant as he mindlessly pulled Nico closer.

And Akira seemed to take the longest to actually understand what Aries was saying, seeming to come to the conclusion at about the same time as Briar did.

Garvin was dead, almost certainly due to suicide.

They felt Sall jump forward, defensive at dealing with another death due to suicide and it took everything in their power to keep control, even as they felt themself start to slip.

Not here. Not now.

"Shit." They didn't even realize they'd said the word out loud, blinking rapidly and digging their nail into the star-shaped scar on their wrist, grounding themself. They spoke carefully, under their breath so no one else would hear. "I got it, I fuckin' got it, 's fine."

Sall protested internally, but, as Briar's eyes fell back on Aries, shaking, bloody, and unsteady, they silenced Sall and forced their feet to move, stepping forward and gently grabbing Aries, pulling him into a loose hug and ignoring the metallic scent of blood as they did so.

"This ain't your fault, love."

They were well aware Aries wouldn't believe that for a second, but it was all they could think to say in the moment.

The commotion from the others was also cause for concern, however, and while still holding Aries, Briar took note of the others, biting their tongue as they tried to collect their thoughts.

Apparently, while they were collecting themself, Akira had run off, which probably wasn't good. Nico and Revan were still on the ground, with Nico still sobbing and Revan staring straight ahead with a blank expression. Ingall had doubled over, struggling to breathe with tears streaming down his cheeks.

And Briar only had themself, which wasn't nearly enough to help everyone.

Which left the option of asking for help from the hospital staff, which wouldn't be too hard considering several people had already taken notice of the chaos unfolding, but would also run the risk of further triggering Aries and likely also further triggering Ingall.

They closed their eyes again, sucking in air between their teeth, gently running their fingers through Aries' hair in hopes of both grounding themself and maybe providing an ounce of comfort to their boyfriend.

Eventually they came to a simple conclusion; they couldn't handle this on their own. Akira was gone, Aries, Nico, and Ingall were all a mess and probably wouldn't be calming down any time soo, and Revan still looked barely present.

So, without letting go of Aries, Briar dug their phone back out from their pocket and shot a quick text to one of the few people they trusted to be able to handle this situation calmly, Kostas.

'Could you come to the hospital please, I need help.' They paused, thinking for a moment before adding, 'We lost Garvin.'

Kostas responded quickly.

'I'm on my way.'

They nodded to themself and put their phone away again.

Realistically, they were aware that nothing would be okay, at least not for a very long time, they just hoped they could manage to keep everyone else alive, and, at the moment, that alone felt like it might be a pretty big challenge.

Whispers Cost | DiscussionFebruary 25, 2025 04:44 PM


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Oh, absolutely, they're such idiots XD
And, yeahhh, I mean, he's not beating those allegations, lmao

Overthink101 said:
Glad you like the incorrect quotes!
Briar and Garvin definitely stayed up the entire previous night trying to figure out something for Z lmao
And ignore Garvin proving Revan right about him being the biggest troublemaker in the immediate next incorrect quote XD



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