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gatitties · 6 months

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Hellooo! Im so happy you opened your request 😩Can i request something for platonic Yandere strawhats (zoro and luffy really) with a teen! Reader who acts snarky and bold but they’re scared of everything form a butterfly to a emperor of the sea so they refuse to join the crew? If possible could you include law as well. Tyy💕

─Yandere!Strawhats (Luffy & Zoro) & Law x teen!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: you are a stubborn teenager and you refuse to have extra 'protection', bad luck for you…

─Warnings: manipulation, death, mention of gutting someone, blood, unjustified obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff...

─ Are you an idiot? Affectionate question that these two ask each other when they meet you.

─ You are brave and stubborn enough to get hurt during a fight but you run away if you see a butterfly because bugs are ugly and scary according to you.

─ And on top of that you deny his offer to be on his crew? Your pride is going to make these two men bald, they are doing all this for your good, you should be more aware of their actions.

─ Luffy is by your side day and night repeating over and over again that you are part of his crew, he will refuse to leave the island without you, you are too young, inexperienced and afraid to survive on your own even if you have family who can take care of you.

─ In fact, Zoro already took care of that, definitely if your family members didn't exceed his expectations, which to no one's surprise, they didn't, they wouldn't be able to protect you like he would.

─ It took them at least a week to persuade you enough with some manipulation, with the help of Robin, and even when you were half convinced to leave in search of not-so-desired adventures, they ended up kidnapping you because you were still stubborn.

─ So you found yourself glued to two idiots against your will, playing games with Luffy that even at your age wouldn't find fun, watching in silence as Zoro flexed his muscles while he trained.

─ And if you thought that someone from the crew was going to help you get out of that spiral of obsession you were very wrong, if they weren't threatened, they would also be somewhat obsessed with keeping you safe after spending some time by your side.

─ They will take advantage of how scared you are, literally anything would make you jump two meters off the ground, once you were scared of your own shadow, everyone will take advantage of it to scare you and make you hug them.

─ No matter how much you fight, Luffy needs at least one hug daily and will wrap his rubber arms around you completely suffocating you, Zoro is not that fussy, but he will use you as a stuffed animal to hug during his naps.

─ Don't even think about seeking comfort from anyone other than them or at least part of the crew when you're scared, they are the only ones who can help you, understand, the others only want to use you and won't take care of you as well as they do.

─ Many failed escape attempts, either because you have been caught or because you were just sailing through waters infected with sea monsters, you always end up locked up overnight as punishment.

─ If necessary, they will knock you out so that you do not put yourself in danger, your sarcasm and sometimes bad temper can put you in dangerous situations and they are not going to go through that, they would have to kill someone again.

─ He was just passing by, your island was in a small fever pandemic and Law was just helping the whole town a little, however you seemed so out of it when you were sick, so lost and hurt, you reminded him of his sister.

─ He simply took you away to, supposedly, cure you since he had better equipment on the submarine, you couldn't even fight against this because seriously, it seems like you have one foot in the grave when you're sick.

─ He got rid of all your discomforts, but he also discovered that you were a big mouth, but hey, no one likes to be kidnapped so he got a good dose of irritating adolescence.

─ It was difficult to make you see reason that you would be much better off with him and that your island was potentially dangerous, it's not like you came to reason but he forced you to listen to him and collaborate with some threats.

─ He was quite surprised when one night you asked him to sleep with him because you saw a spider prowling around your room, even though you were a very sarcastic and sassy person, you were very scared and he used that as an advantage.

─ Do you want to get out of the submarine? It's okay, just hold his hand and you can go anywhere, do you want to go outside alone? No way, do you know about the insects, contagious diseases and monsters that can wait for you out there? Of course not, you're just a teenager.

─ He always makes excuses that something that terrifies you is hanging around the islands where you stop.

─ Maybe if you get too annoying or whiny about not being able to go out on your own, he'll let you go on your own for a bit… although it only gives you a false feeling of freedom since you always have one of the crew members watching you closely.

─ No teenage romance, he is not going through that time, if necessary he will show you the person you like dissected to scare you enough to think twice about trying to escape.

─ Consider all escape attempts a failure because Law has everything really calculated and the crew is too afraid at this point, they were the ones who had to clean the mutilated corpses of the people who were on the blacklist.

─ Because Law wrote down each of the people who have done something to you that he considers bad or harmful to you.

─ He has already lost a sister, he's not going to lose another even if you are not related to him by blood.

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cenorii · 22 days

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Drunken theory about EYES

Let's get away from game conventions and the fact that Capcom could have trivially forgotten or left something out. I wrote this theory under temperature, so there is a certain level of absurdity present, especially since I dreamed it and that was the reason for writing it. I warned you!

Until there is an official explanation, this article is up to date.

What is this theory about? It's about both Wesker's eyes and PG67A/W. It's about why his eyes change color and what it depends on.

So, let's talk about PG67A/W first. It is not officially known when exactly this serum was created, but I believe it is definitely after 2003. That's when Wesker merged with Tricell, because the syringe has their brand label on it. He needs PG67A/W to «stabilize the force». But what is this «stabilization» really? We don't really know what happens to Wesker without the serum. The game says that he loses strength without it and so he needs the serum to stabilize his body, but I have a different opinion, which I'll tell you in a moment.

Between 1998 and 2003, Wesker is unable to use PG67A/W because it has not yet been invented. However, the powers he gained from the virus have not left him during these 5 years, he is far beyond a normal human. While fighting Sergei and his Ivans in 2003 (Umbrella Chronicles) he displayed his standard set of abilities. The only thing he lacked was speed, the same speed in re5.

We conclude that he only needs PG67A/W to have speed. It was speed and reaction that he «lost» when Chris and Sheva injected him with an overdose of PG67A/W in re5. However, the strength remained the same, thanks to it, he punched the rocket with Uroboros with his arm.

In fact, if you give him an extra dose of PG67A/W, he doesn't lose any of his abilities, including his speed. Wesker's body is only overloaded, which causes a severe headache as his body tries to cope with the strain. His powers then increase even more, causing them to become difficult to control. When Chris injected him with an extra dose again, his strength became not just difficult, but impossible to control, and he gave up speed altogether, because it was trivially useless.

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Now that we've dealt with how the serum works, let's talk about the abnormality of his eyes. Wesker's eye color is closely related to his ability status. I'll go into detail in a moment.

To make it easier to understand what I'm talking about, we need to trace the entire history of the change. In the fandom, it is commonly believed that his eyes were originally blue, and after the virus injection, they became permanently red-orange. But what if I told you that they change color all the time?

Re1 it's simple - blue. This is the very beginning of the story, so this color is taken as the standard color.

Then the Umbrella Chronicles plot happens, where his eyes changed color for the first time (in the timeline of the story).

The red glow is something similar to re5, however it momentarily goes out, returning his eyes to a blue color, but why? It's really unclear why they're still blue here if the game was released in 2007, long after Code Veronica (2000), in which his eyes were redesigned long ago.

Is the old color persisting not because of Capcoms inattention, but because of canonical processes in his body? The eyes can't instantly change their appearance and need time to fully mutate? We'll come back to that.

Ibid, in Umbrella Chronicles, his eyes are no longer blue in the official material.

Wesker then appears in Code Veronica and there his eyes have the familiar orange look for the first time (according to the games release chronology), like on official Umbrella Chronicles materials.

Given that the events here take place in 1998, like re1, one can really assume that Wesker needed some time to mutate fully.

In 2002, Wesker appears in Operation Javier (Darkside Chronicles, 2009), his eyes blue again.

In 2003, one of the storylines of Umbrella Chronicles and Prelude to the Fall, his eyes came back to design from Code Veronica.

In 2005, when re4 released his eyes are blue again. I could say that this was allowed by accident, when Wesker's model, from the re1 remake, Capcom simply forgot to change the eye color. But that theory is ruined by one small fact... the remake.

In the re4 remake, his eyes aren't orange either (actually they are orange, but human).

They're not blue, of course, but different from Code Veronica, suggesting that his eyes probably do lose their inhuman appearance over time, slowly turning into normal eyes. In Code Veronica, they're orange because Wesker is at the peak of his powers, but over time he weakens, his eyes change, and he needs PG67A/W to get things back to the way they were, only with bonuses like reaction and speed.

And by the way, in the concepts for re5 there's a shot where Wesker's eyes regain their blue color. If even at the stage of game development Capcom thought about this feature, when the developers already had several games where his eye color varied, then it can be considered a canonical feature. We take into account not only this concept, which was not included in the game, but also the eye from the remake of re4, which does not look like Code Veronica or re5 at all.

In standard form, after taking PG67A/W and\or at the peak of his powers, Wesker's eyes look like this. Essentially identical to Code Veronica, it just looks better due to the graphics.

My conclusion: the color of his eyes directly shows the state of strength. Weakened body - first the pupil changes, becoming round again, and then the color already changes, gradually «dimming» in approaching the original (blue) color. After taking the serum - red or orange color with a narrow pupil. The blue color could mean complete weakness, but judging by re4r, he doesn't drive himself to that extreme state, so it's unlikely Capcom will ever show such a thing again. The only time his mutated eyes have been blue canonically is Umbrella Chronicles, but there it's due (presumably) to the mutation not being completed yet, and also in Darkside Chronicles.

Yes, I actually had a dream that I was writing this theory, but I had to do some brainstorming to turn it into something readable, as well as gather material. Don't take it too seriously.

#resident evil #rebhfun #re5 #resident evil 4 #umbrella chronicles #albert wesker #resident evil theory

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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hi dear! i saw your writing about being sick and not telling woozi, and i was wondering if you could do a shua version?😭i kinda have a cold rn and this was so comforting i loved it, it’s totally okay if it’s too much and you don’t wanna write it!<3 have a nice day, take care!

sick with joshua! ✧˖°.

i'm 110% convinced he would take care of you the absolute best whenever you're sick!!

he'll have gradual red flags the way that jihoon does as you go about your day without telling him

the first red flag was in the morning when he realized you're energy seems off

he wakes up before you and plays with your hair until you wake up

he notices you're breaking out in a cold sweat and his sighs, wiping your forehead with his sleeve

when your eyes flutter open, he smiles at you

"good morning, beautiful," he grins

"morning..," you groan, breaking out into a cough after your voice comes out raspy

"are you alright? should i get you some cold medicine?"

"no, i'm good. my allergies have just been acting up," you say

he sees this tiredness in your eyes, and it makes him feel sorry for you

he continues to brush through your hair and whispers to you since your voice doesn't get very loud

"hey, let's call in and say we'll come in late today. you seem tired, honey," he says quietly

"no, i'm okay, i'll get up now," and the moment is over

as you both get ready, he stops to get you some allergy medicine for the day, setting a reminder in his phone for when he should remind you to take the second dose

he puts a small thing of tissues in your handbag and tea packets and then showers you with kisses before leaving, telling you that he hopes his kisses give you energy

and that's when he is able to brush away most of his worry for you

as you go about your day with your energy drained and being able to kind of breathe because of the meds he gives, you text shua every so often to thank him and continue to convince him that you're okay

you: hey, shua, i hope you're doing well

you: thanks for the meds! i can breathe well now

shua: of course, anything for you 🤍

shua: i'm doing great

shua: still tired?

you: just a little

shua: i packed you some tea in your handbag

you: what? when?

shua: boil some water in your breakroom and see if there's some honey to put in it if you don't like the taste

shua: i packed the one that's best to clear your sinuses

you: shua wth 😭

you: i love you

shua: i love you more

and he doesn't worry about you until he knows you're done with work and he wants to call

and that's when the next red flag comes up

"hey, y/n/n, i missed you-"

and then you start coughing and it's the most outrageous, disgusting, crackily sounding cough anyone has ever heard

you swear you can hear the side eye he's giving you as he says, "did you not drink the tea i packed?"

"i did! i just- still have some phlegm in my throat from the allergies."

he does NOT completely believe you

at all

but it's fine, he brushes it off because obviously you don't want to make a big deal out of it

"get home safely, okay, beautiful?"

"okay, i'll see you at home in a bit."

he calls out of work early

he knows you have that attitude where you don't want him to worry about you

so he already prepared for this

he stopped by the store to get you your favorite cake and a balloon

his plan was to disguise this work absensce as a surprise for you 😭

he also bought extra meds, tissues, and teas for you at the store as well

when he got home and he was holding a cake and balloons in his hands, you kind of stare at him from the couch under lots of tissues

you can't even comprehend that he's home and that you need to somehow make the tissues disappear because he's home early!

but that's when he pretty much knew 110% that you were sick

"shua, what the? why are you home so early? and why do you have all that?" you say, gathering the tissues and throwing them away quickly

"surprise! i saw this cake was on sale at the store during my lunch break, and i know it's your favorite. so i decided to call off early and surprise you at home."

"honey, you really didn't have to! work is important."

"and taking care of my lover is important, too. don't even pretend you're not sick. you should tell me these things."

"it's allergies-"

he places his palm on your forehead and tsks at you

"you have a fever, love. let's have an early dinner and then eat some cake, okay? don't make me worry more."

"okay, fine..."

he makes you a nice, elaborate dinner that'll warm you up and offers you some of his share of the food in case you're extra hungry

when you shamefully say you don't feel very hungry, he tells you that it's okay and that he'll pack the leftovers for another day

he has the other seventeen members send you words of love and determination so that you'll feel better and get well soon!

and you feel like crying as he reads them out to you

after he shares a slice of cake with you, he offers to carry you to bed, and even though you say no, he finds a way to either carry you or support you on your way to the room

he chooses some of your clothes (his sweatshirt and your yoga pants) for you to change into and helps you wash your face and prepare for bed (with meds ofc!)

and you both lay in bed together

he sings to you as he rubs your back and always hands you a tissue even before you need to ask

"why didn't you let me take care of you for all of today, jagi?" he asks softly

you sigh as you say, "i really just didn't want you to worry or feel inconvenienced. i'm sorry..."

"don't be sorry. let me be here for you whenever you're not feeling well, please. i want you to depend on me sometimes. don't you want me to depend on you sometimes, too?"

"yeah, but that's different..."

"i don't think so. let me take care of you the way you take care of me, okay, gorgeous?"

"okay, shua. i love you so much."

"i love you so much."

"i think i'm getting a fever again."

"i'll go get a wet rag to put on your head, okay? thank you for telling me."

and he cares for you all night. he takes care of you and showers you with kisses.

he doesn't regret it at all, even when he gets sick, too.

you both nurse each other back to good health!

thank you so much for the request, and i hope you feel better soon, anon! i hope you enjoyed the charming and loving shua. feel free to request more things from me! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! you can request literally anything for any member of svt since i don't have any guidelines set yet. i do specialize in woozi, though! have a great day! ς(>‿<.))

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good-beans · 5 months

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You talked a little while ago about why you don't think Shidou would make a good father to Amane (agreed) and proposed the idea of Mahiru adopting Amane. That's cute but I want to tell you about my post-MILGRAM headcanon:

Amane joins the Kajiyamas

Not Fuuta specifically adopting her, but like him taking her back to his family's house. I'm sure they'd have a spare room

I think people don't think about Fuuta's homelife much, or if they do they take Fuuta's one interrogation question where he calls his dad an old fogey and assume its like, abusive

And don't get me wrong, I don't think the Kajiyama household are perfect. Fuuta' beautician sister surely hasn't helped when it comes to Fuuta's body image issues and I'm betting they're all a bunch of tsunderes too embarrassed to say they love each other

But in a series where most of the abused characters are still convinced their abuser loved them/acted out of love. Seeing a guy not be afraid to call his dad a loser is almost a green flag

I think it'd be good for Amane to not necessarily be adopted as the lone child to a single parent but get to be introduced to a very different style of family unit from her own One where its normal to express different opinions or disagreements or even have arguments and not have it be the end of the world

Amane already has a snarky side to her, I bet it'd flourish in a brash household like the Kajiyama's (or at least how I imagine them to be)

OOHHH wait I love that so much! >:O

I agree -- I never interpreted Fuuta's family as abusive or harmful, just not super close and struggling a bit after his mother left. (And yeah, all as openly emotional as him😭) They seem stable and very capable to taking in a extra, very well-behaved child. Assuming Fuuta is the way he is because of them, that atmosphere of being very honest and forward would work well for her. They say things as they are, little by little pointing out the harmful parts of her worldview. Like you said, none of them make excuses about harmful behavior stemming from love, so she'd get a really healthy dose of truth in that area. She never feels coddled or treated like a baby. They care for her while treating her very maturely.

I absolutely love how well she and Fuuta get along, with that snarky side to her that you mentioned. It would allow her to fit in well in the new household, getting the sense of belonging she'll lose after leaving the cult. Also, seeing how Fuuta and his sister let things slip and aren't perfect sons/daughters, she'll be able to relax about earning a parent's love through perfect behavior. She'll probably stay exactly the same, but her stress about it will fade <3

I doubt Fuuta's father can ever replace the hole she'll have from her own father, but the addition of an older sister will be huge. Amane will never get the feeling her mother is being replaced, but the woman will still fill the gap of the older, same-gender role model she needs. Her beautician job may throw Amane at first (being an indulgence in vanity), but it isn't as in-your-face as other careers. I think she could definitely ease Amane into accepting it, and over time, accepting her own personal "indulgence."

Plus, her moving in would also be really good for Fuuta! I think he'd recognize there's a ton of fun things she missed out on, and that heroic side of him outweighs the part that cringes: he gripes and groans about going to "kid places," but he's always the one to announce "I can't believe you've never been to __, we're going right now!!" This allows him to touch grass leave the house and experience his own life to the fullest. He's able to channel his desire to help society into a healthier outlet. Also, seeing her studying habits and plans for the future might even inspire him to do the same. (might.) He becomes the stereotypical good big brother, though of course he denies it viciously...

I have recently been going insane over their friendship so I'm completely taken with this idea OUGH thank you for telling me ;-----;

#milgram #amane momose #fuuta kajiyama #i am going to think about this nonstop now 😭✨#ive literally been thinking of how much i love their sibling relationship but didnt consider them becoming Actual siblings ;---;#my heart...#the way i interpret the family theyd be able to give her a good mix of treating her like an adult and still giving her the 'childish' care #that she missed out on #and that honesty would just be really healthy for her #she learns not to fear punishment because if someone has a problem with her theyll just say it and move on #she is also a very straightforward person so shed communicate well with all of them #and yeah... i never realized how good an older sister would be for her but thats perfect #also i dont think fuuta is that fucked up lol but it sounds like he has no commitment to school/his future #so once he realizes he wants to help amane and be there for her he really buckles down on everything #if anyone can Fix Him amane can asdfsdfs #now im picturing all the adults scrambling to prepare themselves and trying to figure out if they're in a state to take on a new child #the time comes to leave milgram and they plan this whole speech to ask amane who she'd feel most comfortable living with and all this stuff #then they spot her walking away with fuuta while hes actively trying to get her to stop following him 💀💀💀#ask #rose posts

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caffeinatedopossum · 2 months

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Ranting about my most recent psych visit

When I went to talk to my psychiatrist recently about my adhd and getting my meds dosage upped (I was on a very low dose), she tried to say all this bullshit about coping and writing stuff down and setting goals. Don't get me wrong, I do think other strategies and forms of support that aren't meds are necessary for adhd (for people who can't take meds, don't want to, or need extra help) but they are not a substitute for the medication I need.

"Oooh but you'll become dependent on it!" Guess what, fuck face? I already am! I can't *function* without meds. And I don't mean "be productive", I mean *function*. Technically I can't function even with them but they drastically improve my quality of life.

She told me I should take break days and only take the meds when I need to get something done. That if I was "just relaxing" I shouldn't take them- I don't think she understands. I literally cannot even sit still and focus to play video games or watch tv unmedicated. I'm a mess and I can't do anything that would make me happy, contributing to my depression.

Also she completely brushed it off when I said that I can't write things down, at least not physically, due to how my disability affects my hands. You have to sign a paper when going on adhd meds because they're a controlled substance and even that hurt me a lot and took me a long time to write. It always does.

She was just very dismissive and I'm so tired of doctors not taking me seriously. They always try to blame my adhd symptoms on my depression and at first, I was like "yeah, ok, seems fair" but after 4 unsuccessful antidepressants and 1 successful adhd med, I think I can say it's the adhd contributing to the depression more than the other way around.

#this isnt actually an issue for me as in its not going to cause problems and im not significantly upset by it #but i wanted to get my thoughts about it out so please bare with me while i whine and complain :3 #opossums complaining

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sirfrogsworth · 5 months

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Two weeks in a row at almost exactly the same time the Mounjaro has made me sick for about an hour and then it passes. I'm on the second dose at the moment. Given the benefits, I guess an hour of sickness per week isn't a huge tradeoff, but I am hoping I adjust to it like I did with the Ozempic.

It will also be a little easier to handle when I'm not simultaneously dealing with raging post exertional malaise.

I know I expected PEM. I know I chose this. But the last two days were especially difficult. I don't think I've felt it this intensely since after I spent two weeks at my dad's bedside before he passed.

Walking isn't too wobbly, but getting up from the couch requires some extra grunty tennis grunts. Getting up from the floor this morning was quite tricky.

I am still sleeping on a mattress on the floor from when I was taking care of my dad because the bedrooms upstairs all make me very sad. My mom needed her own room toward the end because she was in bed so much, so both bedrooms feel a bit... haunted.

I'm hoping once we clear them out and I can make them drastically different I won't feel that so much. Though I might create a new bedroom in the living room. I haven't really decided yet.

The mattress on the floor is fine though. If I get super narcoleptic I can walk two steps and be in bed. And weirdly, having to get up from the ground every time has improved my mobility a little bit. Not a huge strength increase, but if I need to get up from the ground, I can do it much easier than before. I'm better at keeping my balance especially.

But I should probably figure out a proper bed eventually. Everything in the house is kind of on pause until we clear out all of my parent's belongings. Which I'm hoping to take care of once I am recovered from my trip.

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pedritapascal · 8 months

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A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

Chapter One - The Rookie

Pedro Pascal's character - Dave York - [DY] The Protector 2 / Equalizer 2

Dave York x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

WARNINGS: {+18} Sex Language; Fingers; Masturbation; dildo

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

There I was, standing in front of that mirrored US National Intelligence building, finally reaching the pinnacle of my career.

After years of serving in the army and countless tests, which I passed with honors and merit, this was where I had always wanted to be. At the height of my 30s, my dreams began to come true.

My first DAY… I was extremely proud of myself, until the day really began…

Right from the start I was quickly introduced by Lieutenant Jones to the whole team and sat in my seat awaiting the orders of the day…

"York, how is the case of trafficking in women that you're investigating? - The Lieutenant asked"

"I've got new informants Sir, I'll take their statements today and try to link them to Richard Bailey…"

"Good, take the Rookie with you, pointing with the sheets in his hand in my direction"

"But sir…"

York couldn't even finish his sentence because Lieutenant Jones had already turned his back on him and left the room… I felt his look of disgust fall on me, but I got up and went towards him

"Hey, I'm…"

"Look, Rookie, I don't have much patience for teaching anyone how the job is done, do you have any street experience?"

"So...none…"

Again he interrupted me

"I'll have to see what I can do with you, because I don't work as a nanny."

I could feel the anger coursing through me, making me shake with hatred, but I wouldn't give him that, I wasn't the first in the class for him to talk to me like that…

York headed out of the room, stopping at the door where he asked me…

" Are you just going to stand there?"

I took a deep breath and followed him down the corridors

As he walked to our living room, I felt like his private secretary, especially when he pointed to the kitchen and said

" When we need coffee, this is where you get it"

" With an extra dose of spit…sir - I whispered very quietly"

" What did you say, Rookie? - York looked at me, his ears trained, it was obvious that he had heard me, but I played dumb"

" Coffee, right? Nice "

We walked to our living room, where he pointed me to my desk

"Rookie, here - throwing a pile of folders and files on my desk - The case is simple, human trafficking, women, sexual slavery, sold to extremely rich men, Richard Bailey - pointing to a photo in the file - Main suspect, in my opinion guilty, but without the necessary evidence, we can only call him a suspect…"

Going to the evidence board

" This is where the whole mafia organization scheme is distributed, how they get there, who they are, the oranges, those who lend their names… I've got two informants today after lunch. As you won't be in the know yet, I'll go alone, maybe next time… "

Again, that look of disdain that was already making me sick… I started leafing through the folders while York looked at me from his desk…

" I don't think just looking is going to help you, Rookie…"

" Eidetic memory, you've heard of it - just raising my eyebrows without taking my eyes off the files"

" Wow, don't tell me you have a photographic memory…

" EIDETIC - I said more firmly, raising my eyes towards him - no wonder I always came first in everything…"

York just snorted as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, which was ringing…

"York… ok, I can't talk about this now… because it's neither the time nor the place - lowering his voice - Carol, we'll talk at home…"

I hung up the phone and put it on the table…

"My wife… ex-wife in fact…"

"I don't care - I replied harshly"

"I'll be in Carter's office if you need me."

"I won't - without taking my eyes off the file"

I felt his presence clear the room and I felt a huge relief, my breathing was light and I could finally concentrate on the files in front of me.

…

It was after one o'clock when I felt my stomach growl, I hadn't even seen the time go by because I was so focused. I grabbed one of the last remaining file folders and headed for the cafeteria.

As I sipped my juice and ate my P&J sandwich, I was about to pass the section on possible informants, when I felt someone approach me…

-Hi, you're Rookie, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Maggs - stretching out my hand

"ÉEER, hi Maggs - wiping my hand on my pants and stretching it out."

"These are agents Sugg and Cole - pointing to the men next to her"

So there are nice and polite people in the agency, who knew?

"Hey, is it true they put you with York? - Sugg asked, sitting down at the table"

I just nodded, I didn't want to talk, I wanted to show that son of a bitch that he wasn't going to talk to me like that.

"And how's it going? - Maggs asked"

"Normal - I replied, not wanting to talk too much"

"Hey guys, let's let her work, first day, she's probably trying to show off…"

I just smiled

"Rookie… be careful, ok? - Maggs smiled as they left the table.

Careful… with what?

I dismissed the thought and went back to my office. York was already there, without his suit, just his button-down shirt and dress pants, hands on his waist as he looked at his painting and muttered

"That's not right…"

He didn't even see me come in, he only heard when I threw the folder on the table

"Is there a problem, York?"

"Not that you're going to understand now, but the line of informants doesn't match up with the line of suspects here on the board"

I just walked over and swapped two photos and names on the board

"You've swapped the informant for the suspect, in the folders they're right, but on the board you've reversed the information"

York remained silent for a few seconds… arms crossed, looking seriously at the board…

"Very good work… you know… for a…"

"Rookie? - I asked"

"A woman…"

At that moment I thought the vein in my forehead was going to burst with rage, if I wasn't going to be thrown out of there for assault I really would have punched him.

He laughed

"Relax Rookie, just kidding, don't be so tense…"

"What time are we leaving to interrogate the informants?"

"Now - looking at his watch - but as I said before, I'm going alone - grabbing his suit and leaving the room…"

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The days were always tense working with Dave, yes, that was his first name, he told me that York was what they called his father, so he preferred me to call him Dave.

A week had passed and the case hadn't moved on, the two informants hadn't turned up and we discovered that one of them had been found dead, which made the case even more difficult.

What was also weighing on the air were the constant personal calls that Dave made a point of answering and then hanging up saying he couldn't talk at the moment, so why the hell was he answering?

Constant little arguments with Carol, yes, I already knew his wife's name, or as he put it… ex-wife.

However, once again, I didn't care, I overheard him talking to Lieutenant Jones about an undercover stakeout the following night, and once again, he made no point of mentioning my name or whether I would be accompanying him on the mission, and once again, I shuddered with hatred, the right thing to do was to talk to Lieutenant Jones, but I didn't want to sound like the spoiled little girl who complains to her father when she doesn't get what she wants.

To distract myself, I decided to go to the gym to train a little, this last week had been very tense, not just because of the case, but because of him, that son of a bitch… just remembering his existence made me angry.

I put on my training clothes and went down to the gym where I started punching the sandbag, and obviously, I imagined Dave's face there…

I hit it with such anger that I felt the sandbag crack with each blow, and the next thing I knew, everyone around me was staring at me and whispering about it, I wiped the sweat from my face, throwing my hair back.

"What, you've never seen a woman who's good at punching?"

Sugg laughed and said loudly in the gym…

"A HUNDRED DOLLARS TO WHOEVER KNOCKS DOWN THE ROOKIE!"

I just laughed

"You can line up there…"

One thing they didn't know about me was that I had served in Iraq and Syria, but my specialty was ground combat and enemy disarmament.

The first was Agent Cole who didn't last 10 seconds, usually agents who think they're too big fall too quickly, then Agent Brown who was a bit of a handful, but usually those who are too big tend to be slow, falling too…

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In the corridors of the agency, Dave was passing by on his way to the cafeteria when he heard someone say

"She's kicking everyone's ass, Sugg's going to have to give her the hundred dollars…"

"Who's kicking whose ass? - Dave asked"

"The Rookie, Sugg offered a little prize to whoever knocked her down, but six of them were on the mats by the time I got out of there…"

"It's not possible - Dave smiled in the corner"

"Nobody else? - Looking around - It's Suggs, you'll have to pay me."

"I'm missing Rookie - Dave has just arrived at the gym."

I'd never seen him like that, cotton shorts like sweatshirts, a tank top, his bare arms, sneakers on his feet, I confess that if I didn't hate him so much at that point, he'd be great for one night only…

I was paralyzed watching him like that…

"What's the matter, Rookie, are you scared?"

I went back to the mat without saying a word

"Let's do it"

We started at a distance, just trying to get that grip, I wanted him on the ground, and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to step on him that day.

I managed to grab him in an armbar, making him bend over. It didn't take three seconds for him to grab me between the legs and throw me down on the mat, I felt the pain when I hit my back.

"Yeah, it's going to be pretty easy, Rookie," he said, bending down towards me."

I wrapped both my legs around his neck at the level of my calves and managed to throw him to the mat too, now I had him where I wanted him, on the floor.

Dave, very skilled in combat too, put pressure on the inside of my thighs, making me let go of his neck. He tried to grab one of my arms from behind, but I managed to turn him around, throwing him to the floor with my chest, pinning one of his arms back and getting close to his ear.

"What are you punishing me for? Just because you're frustrated, Dave? Huh?"

"I'm not…"

He turned his body on top of mine, trapping my legs with his weight

"And who told you I was frustrated?"

Dave turned me over and caught me by the neck with his right arm, putting us on our feet. I lost my advantage and even though I tried, I didn't have the strength to take him down again.

With a simple one-armed move, Dave managed to knock me to the mat once again, this time with more force.

While I was on the ground searching for the air that the impact had knocked out of me, Dave lowered himself towards me…

"You really have a lot to learn Rookie - turning around - Hey Suggs, you can pay me here…"

The adrenaline hadn't left my body, let alone the anger, I lay down the way I was, and with the short distance I managed to bandage Dave, who fell flat on his chest on the mat, I shouted and jumped on his back, he turned quickly to try to get away from me, but I caught him around the waist with my legs.

In a matter of seconds, I was sitting on Dave's lap, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I felt my groin rubbing against his, my body got hotter as I felt something there rubbing against my parts, and from the look on Dave's face, he felt that I felt it, it was a matter of seconds, but I wasn't going to let myself get carried away, I wrapped his arm around my own neck so that the air couldn't get in, Dave tried to struggle to get out, but I held him even tighter with the weight of my waist. I pressed my groin into his, my legs bent backwards.

"Hit the fucking mat Dave"

"No - Dave said between his teeth, almost out of breath."

"FUCKING HIT IT - I screamed."

That's when he used his other hand to hit the mat and surrender, I stopped for a moment to breathe while the other agents celebrated, not realizing that I was still sitting there, on his lap, with my legs hugging his waist

"Hey Rookie"

"What?"

"Are you comfortable there? - he asked, smiling"

I stood up suddenly, a little embarrassed but satisfied, took the money from Suggs and disappeared like a bolt of lightning.

I went into my living room just to get my things, I even wanted to take my shower at home so I wouldn't have to see Dave and wonder if that had really been an erection, and if so, why wasn't I angry?

Leaving the room I bumped into Dave

"Oh Rookie, tomorrow you're bringing some costumes for the night watch, you're going with me…"

FUCK - I thought - FINALLY, if I'd known I could just kick his ass, I would have done it on the first day…

"Okay, good night, Dave"

I left without looking back, but I felt Dave's eyes following me…

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At home, showered, already in bed, watching something on TV, which I wasn't even paying attention to really, for some reason, I was horny, and looking at my vibrator on the bedside table was making me even hornier… And why not… one more night with my best friend…

I didn't even need to lubricate it, for some reason I didn't understand I was wet, so it was easy to start, as it slid in, I moaned low, its tip doing its job on my clit…

I thought of Dave's erection that afternoon…

"Yes, like this," I moaned lowly, my other hand squeezing my breast…

"Yes, come on Dave, yes, like this, this is how I want you to fuck me…" Reaching my climax, my body still trembling…

Wait… I said… Dave????

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The day dawned, and that confused feeling dawned on me, what do you mean I called his name? I've spent so much of my life studying and serving my country that I've hardly had any relationships, and the last two years have been no different, a guy here or there when I had time to have fun, but it's been six months since I had anyone, I just concentrated on getting where I was going. Maybe that's why? I thought confusedly. I let go of this thought as I showered for another day at work, and this one would be great because I'd finally get to do some work outside the office!

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The day went smoothly, anxiety burning in my chest at the thought of this night's stakeout, if it went well, we'd be able to arrest Arjona, one of the heads of the women's trafficking operation.

It was just after ten o'clock when we pulled the car over in the street near the restaurant where Arjona was staying.

We were still sitting in the car, in plain clothes and concentrating on the movement inside the restaurant.

"Since you have no street experience… - Dave began"

"And who told you I didn't? I served in Syria, Dave, I was in the FBI for two years when I came back…"

"Wow - he looked surprised, I had no idea"

"If you'd shut up a bit and listened to the people who are helping you solve the case, maybe, and I say this with absolute certainty, we'd have caught that informant you let die…"

Dave, biting the corner of his mouth as he looked at me in surprise, raised his eyebrows

"So the Rookie doesn't need any instruction - picking up his phone that was ringing in his pocket"

"Carol, I'm on a mission, not now…"

She hung up and threw the phone into the compartment next to the car's gearshift.

"Sorry about that…"

"Nothing different from the last few weeks - I said, looking straight ahead and raising my eyebrows."

"What do you mean, Rookie?"

"Dave, I don't get involved and I really don't care, I'm just curious… If you're always going to hang up, if you're never going to answer…WHY DO YOU ANSWER?"

"You right, this is not your businnes - Dave replied harshly, looking back at the restaurant"

I shrugged, rolling my eyes

"Because I feel like I still owe her something…"

"What?"

"Because I feel I owe her something…"

"I understood that, but… forget it, it's not in my interest"

"We've been together since college, and over the last few years I've made some wrong decisions that have affected not only my work, but also my marriage… she didn't trust me anymore and I honestly got tired of trying to prove otherwise… and…"

At that moment we noticed one of Arjona's security guards coming towards the car, he was probably watching us too.

"Be normally and follow the thread…"

"Fuck, Dave, you're not my first lookout. You've got…"

I didn't finish the sentence… I was startled when Dave's lips clamped down on mine and one of his hands grabbed me by the back of the neck, but with my eyes still open, I tried to understand what was going on, and that's when I saw Arjona's security guard coming closer and I understood what was happening… I closed my eyes and held Dave's face with both hands as I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth… and I just… let it…

His warm, slow tongue touching mine as I felt his hand on the back of my neck squeeze a little harder, his breath warm and his breathing getting louder, with my hands on his face I pulled him closer to me, while I played with my tongue in his mouth and felt him smile a little…

knoke,knoke

The knock on the car window, which had stopped us in our tracks, was still a little dull when Dave turned around to lower the window.

"Oh, no"

"That street is closed. May I ask what you're doing standing here?"

"Oh, closed? I didn't see, we just stopped here, you know… to talk - Dave smiles, putting his hand on the steering wheel."

"Interesting sir… your wedding ring, did she lose hers? - Pointing in my direction"

HE WAS STILL WEARING HIS FUCKING WEDDING RING!

Dave looks at his hand with the wedding ring

"Ow buddy, do I really have to explain?"

"No - the security guard takes a deep breath - Just get out of here or my boss will eat my ass."

"Of course - Dave says, reaching for the keys in the ignition."

"DAVE" - I shouted, pointing to the restaurant as Arjona left.

Dave immediately opened the door with all his might, hitting Arjona's security guard in the face, who fell backwards onto the floor. Dave turned him around and handcuffed his hands while I went towards the restaurant. Arjona saw me coming and put his hand in the holster where my gun was and started running in the opposite direction.

Dave left the security guard on the ground and ran towards where I was standing, signaling me to go to the right of the street while he ran the other way.

Arjona ran to the other block where he had already left a car waiting for him and even though we ran, we couldn't get there in time and so we missed the opportunity to arrest him

"FUCK - Dave shouted as he rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath."

"Dave? - I'm still running"

"Rookie, you had to run in the direction I told you to, damn it - yelling at me in the middle of the street."

FUCK

"Maybe what you lack is youth Dave, you're dying without air, that's why you lost Arjona!!!"

"Son of a bitch - Dave gasped"

I laughed

"I'm going to the car to wait for you, I'll give you half an hour's head start"

I was disgusted that all this had happened on my first street mission for the CIA, I couldn't believe we'd lost Arjona, even if his security guard had already been put in the police car, it would have had to have been Arjona, I was pissed about it, but of course at that moment I had to think about what had happened, that kiss…

I'd never imagined that Dave had such a soft mouth, or that he was such a good kisser. Just remembering it, I felt a shiver run down my back and a rush of excitement run up my legs.

"Ow Rookie… come on"

"Let's go - I got into the car and didn't want to think about anything else but my house, what a stressful night."

"To your house?"

"What? - I asked frightened"

"Are you going home, Rookie?"

"Oh yes, I am, thank you, my apartment is on…"

"I know where it is - Dave smiled as he started the car."

"What do you mean?"

"I did a bit of research into who my partner would be, nothing much…"

"You found out where I live, but you weren't interested in finding out if I had any street experience… interesting…"

"Priorities…"

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It wasn't a long journey, but it felt like hours in that car, something about being with him was extremely attractive, sexual, but a tension you could cut with a knife, and a feeling that something was wrong… total silence until we reached the door of my building.

I opened the door and went downstairs

"Good evening Dave…"

"Rookie, wait"

I got back into the car

"I'm sorry about, you know… the kiss, it was the first thing I…"

"Oh no no, it's okay, I understand, it was the situation…"

"Yes, I'm glad you understood"

"Again, good night, Dave - I got out of the car and slammed the door"

"Hey Rookie"

I looked back

"Next time I promise I won't wear a wedding ring… - Dave said smiling as he started the car."

What do you mean next time????

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Chapter Two - Cutting The Loose Ends

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copperbadge · 1 year

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hi, I just came across your grocery post on how your ADHD task coping mechanisms don’t align with performing the task while medicated. Do you have any thoughts/advice for adjusting to doing work/job tasks when your previous coping mechanisms don’t work while medicated? As someone who was diagnosed after I finished undergrad, my coping mechanisms for finishing schoolwork tasks are to intentionally trigger RSD to trick my brain into making the consequence of failing the task greater than my executive dysfunction. This is 1) not healthy for me and 2) difficult because Adderall softens my RSD and emotional dysregulation. So where unmedicated I would panic and make an entire presentation the night before it was due, my medicated self sits there anxious the night before my work presentation but still incapable of starting the work. I’d love to hear your ideas on this if you have a moment (no worries if not, have a great day either way)

I hope it's okay I posted this! My readership may also be able to offer suggestions. (Readers, remember to comment or reblog, as I don't post asks sent in response to other asks!)

So, as the kids say there's a bit to unpack here...I do have some coping mechanisms to offer, although I have a strong policy of "do what works for you" so if these aren't helpful, please don't feel as if you've somehow failed -- these are just what works for me. If they don't work for you, that may be a good jumping-off point for thinking about what would, but they simply won’t work for everyone.

First, I want to say that while I'm not a psychiatrist or a doctor, it sounds like it's possibly an issue with the medication. If it's working well enough to help with your RSD but not well enough to help with the action paralysis you're describing, it could be you're on the wrong medication or the wrong dosage of it. So above all I would strongly recommend talking about this with your prescriber to see what they say. This may be as simple as a tweak to your prescription. My psych has me on 10mg immediate release at 8am and 1pm, but after discussing the rhythm of my day he has also given me permission to occasionally take 20mg at 8 and no second dose. 20mg is an option if I’m tired or struggling and gives me a little extra push to get stuff started and/or completed, and it helps a great deal, but it’s not always needed.

As for solutions to the actual issue...so, I know that with ADHD it's often the case that once you start something, you may be able to focus deeply on it and bang it out very quickly, like you have been doing. Also can I say, using the RSD to kickstart the executive function is a wonderfully imaginative workaround but sounds super unpleasant to do, so I'm sorry you've had to do that. Anyway, I think people who are capable of doing this, of kicking into action and completing a very complicated task all at once, tend to think that's the only possible way to do it, because it’s the only way that has worked in the past. So I have two suggestions.

The first is to try and reframe the project as something you can work on before the last minute, now that you have medication helping your executive function along. You can try, for example, saying “I’d like to get some work done on this thing that’s due a week from now” and just see how far you get. This can be tricky and can lead to a lot of guilt if you can’t manage it, which I want to stress a lot of people can’t. But if you are capable of saying to yourself “I’m just going to work on this a little”, every time you do that, it gets slightly easier because you know you’re not starting from the beginning. I have sometimes set alarms to be like “Okay, I’ll take my meds at 9:30. At 10am, as they’re kicking in, the alarm will go off and I’ll work on the project a bit.” It could be that you are now capable of spreading the work out over time, but you haven’t been doing that simply because you’re so accustomed to being unable to.

In some sense it’s a matter of identifying what the medication does for you and adjusting that to help you in your life. ADHD meds can have varying effects -- they can help you start stuff, they can help you focus, they can keep you from running around full of excess energy, but they don’t always do everything for every person. So if you know that your meds help you focus but don’t necessarily help you start on something, maybe you need someone to body-mirror you to help get started. If the meds calm you down, maybe use the calm time to set up your workspace and arrange everything so that it’s easier to get started later. Identify the changes the meds make and try to strategize around those changes. Like how without meds at the grocery store I have trouble finding things, whereas with meds I tend to get stalled out taking in all the information. So maybe I need to be at the tail end of a dosage period when I go, or maybe I need to make a list that includes BRANDS so that I’m not label-comparing, and tell myself I will not browse. Or give myself extra time so I can do those things!

The second suggestion may be more helpful, but it too involves doing preliminary work early on. This is one I do when I have something I’m not feeling confident about, but you can do it about anything even if you WANT to do it but can’t seem to get going.

As early as you can, set up some time to sit down and make a list of all the granular parts of a project, rather than doing the project itself. This isn't universal, some people stress out about lists, but it can ease the path towards starting if you think you don't have to do "a project" all at once. If you're making a power point presentation, your list may be something like

Open Powerpoint. Open prompt for presentation. Open research website or get out research books. Read research (just one!). Read research (another). Repeat until finished. Review and develop ideas for the presentation. Make an outline for what the presentation should be. Pick out a template for the slides. Begin entering text into slides.

Et cetera. I've found, and you may too, that once you've started making the list, or once you've gotten to step 3 or 4 of actually doing the list, you're on a roll and the rest comes naturally. Like, I can't do this fucking project! But....well, okay, I am capable of just....opening powerpoint. And once I've done that I can start knocking down the rest, a little at a time. I think it is very hard for people with ADHD to learn how to segment out work that they feel “goes together” over time, like we are always under the impression we have to do The Whole Thing Right Now. Learning to orchestrate smaller steps, with the help of medication, is one way to spread the work out.

But yeah -- all of this is predicated on the idea that the medication can help you get started and focus enough to keep going. If it can’t do that, then the problem is not with you but with your meds. Learning how to observe your medications’ effects, and learning how to use those to your advantage, will be more helpful than any tips or tricks I can provide, in any case, but making sure they’re actually doing the job is first and foremost.

#sam has adhd #blurple-m

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kibbits · 9 months

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Hi okay so I've been rotating the break a leg boys in my very neurodivergent head and. I don't know the specifics because I don't know theater or musicals, but with the everything about them - having to relearn how to be themselves, essentially unmasking, and the difficulty with social cues that comes with actually interacting people rather than just performing for them - I just. Okay wait lets start differently -

At some point they become true friends with Y/N, we know that! But do they know? They never had friends before, and with their difficulties I can just see them struggling to even understand the concept, much less where the lines are, and wondering if Y/N considers them friends too!

So while I don't know how you planned it out/ if you have something different in mind already, I just kept thinking of a scene where they wonder and try to ask - hey, are we friends? But they're scared of misunderstanding cues because it's all new, so they fall back onto their scripts! Because despite everything, they know those, and they're reliable and familiar! So they rope Y/N into a little improv scene or perhaps a little musical number where the characters proclaim their friendship, and then they just. kinda trickle out of the scene to ask - are we? because just asking outright is scary, but they can mask it as a play, while also trying to reach past that comfort zone, and I just think they'd really need some sort of confirmation that yes, they are friends!

(and that certainly is not projection as someone who struggles to identify boundaries for friendships and likes to double check also - I mean the boys have the extra complication of Y/N being assigned that job to care for them! I'm sure there's anxieties involved, once the masks begin to crumble! Okay I can be normal now this is. long. GFHDSJ)

HI OK SO!!!! YOU BLEW MY MIND COMPLETELY WITH THIS ASK AA

So uh as you know you're the one who recently made me realize I'm audhd and,, , in the light of that,, , SO MUCH of my own goddamn AU just. clicks.

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first of all-- YES! Yes, I totally see them doing that! Setting up an elaborate scene and thinking about how it'll go, late at night (imagining in scripts how YN might react)

They purposefully leave the end of the script blank so YN (who might not realize it's based on reality at first, or sees it but thinks they're reading too much into it) gets to the end and goes: "Uuuh guys? I think I'm missing a page? Are they friends or not?"

And the boys go: "We don't know-- are they?" (hopeful puppydog eyes)

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Second of all, I'll use this as a jumping point under readmore cause my god it made me see the AU in a new light dfkljdg

Cause uh I realize now that it's not just an AU about 'what if they'd never become daycare attendants' but rather about acting (masking, putting up a front, internality vs externality, discovering sentience, discovering themselves and each other as people) in general

So I think that first of all,, due to the nature of the thing, YN is probably ALSO audhd and struggles with boundaries, because I do, too. (head in hands i genuinely didnt notice now much i coded them pff But then again, uh... I am ALSO pretty good at masking fgjkldg)

I can get very attached to people very fast, and I call people my friends easily (but like. several different kinds of friendships?? Different degrees of intimacy and points of connection) but i also need to hear it from the people in return or else i get wary of "taking up too much space" (despite the irony of liking when other people are interested gjklgd)

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But. MY GOD LUCE. THEY'RE ALL SO ND (specifically Autistic and ADHD, healthy dose of anxiety and More)

So we've got Sun and Moon who are a Problem Animatronic, who are Strange and Offputting sometimes. They take their roles too seriously, they embody them, they don't 'act like real people' outside of that. They follow arbitrary rules, and expect you to know and follow them, too.

And then Y/N comes along, and they immediately follow along with their rules (read:script/assigned role) not only that? But they clearly establish their own rules, too, as well as reasons for Sun and Moon to follow them (god. you see what I mean by everything being so clear in retrospect??)

Management sees: Holy shit, after countless maimed staff members, a(disposable one)n intern bumbles along into the closet where the Actor has been shoved, and miraculously gets them both to cooperate??? And they survive? Without injury?

Sun/Moon see: FINALLY some good fazzing food communication!

In reality: AUDHD to AUDHD communication is happening dfklgjkld

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so uh just wanted to say all 3 are AUDHD.

Sun collected all the kinetic/high energy symptoms and habits, like physical hyperactivity and restlessness, full body stimming (watch out for the limbs!) poor volume control, jumping the gun and interrupting, things like that

Moon got the more internal ones: Non-verbal or minimal words a lot of the time, doesn't like to be perceived when he's not acting, sits like a gargoyle/floor time/other pressure stim (WILL flop onto you) and also chewing fkljdgj, innatention etc

They both def don't have personal space awareness, are anxious and restless but in different ways, sound stims/echolalia out the wazoo

Y/N by nature will be different but since its my AU they'll reflect mine so. healthy mix/helping of both? fgjklgdl Inattentive, both super observant and blind to obvious things, sometimes less verbal, sometimes hyperverbal, pacing and shaking their hands like they can't contain all the things they want to say, Floor Time (tm)

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Lots of mirroring and parallel play hangouts, they're all both cats and golden retrievers your honor. Sun will pick up YN and/or pace. Moon will flop over/near them. YN is good with both jkldk They can hang out in silence, or talk for HOURS.

YN will just start singing a random silly thing and bouncing in place and the bots will sometimes mirror (Moon not so much verbally but he can hum, and Sun can actually talk through the speakers (buttons) on their chest while Moon is out anyway)

Oh yeah that's another thing! Sun can help Moon out if he's out but has a hard time communicating, because they can both talk while the other's out as part of their duet setting. They don't often do it, though, because most of the staff would freak out if they knew they were both active at the same time? Which is silly, it's literally built into their routines/gimmick!

Man now I am thinking of so many nice hangouts (of course its not ALL sunshine and rainbows but. They click well.

#asks #beloved luce #beloved moots #break a leg!au #dca au

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tell me about Reg Cutty

People are missing so much of the story with him.

And I kinda get it because the way the dialogue is in "The Slaughterer's Apprentice" implies a narrower story than there is, but the clues are there to be seen.

As is, people interpret Reg's story thus: when the Germans invaded, he started dating Marta, a German woman, and had a son with her. Additionally, he was especially cooperative with the Germans, which the locals found distasteful. When the Germans left, Marta and their son left with them, but Reg stayed behind out of cowardice. Afterward, he attempted to join the Home Army, but due to his past collaborationist behavior, they are unwilling to accept him.

But there's pieces that don't fit in there story, loose elements that look like editing errors or dead-end mysteries... unless you're looking at the whole picture.

We Happy Few, in addition to its overwhelming amount of text and dialogue, also relies very heavily on environmental storytelling. You miss a lot if you're not looking.

Cutty & Son

Cutty Family Butcher

Cutty's & Sons founded 1912

Reg is older than Arthur, old enough to be dating and having children in the 40's. 1912 is a little long for two generations, but a little short for three. So I think it's a fair assumption that Reg's father started this butcher shop and if it's Cutty's and Sons then Reg must also have a brother.

A brother who is - very pointedly - no longer part of the business.

But before we get to him, let's talk about Cutty Sr.

In the note "Thank you for your contribution", the recipient is actually someone named Bill, not Reg.

Dear Mr. Cutty:

Thank you for your contribution to the Next War Effort. The troops greatly appreciated your sausages. We all think your patriotic efforts are smashing.

Do keep up the good work, and we will seriously consider your application to join the Home Army.

Yours very truly, Lt. John Fortescue

(written longhand) You don't need to buttonhole me every time I come into the shop, Bill. It's not a matter of what you did or didn't do during the "late, great unpleasantness." We all know that citizens were under a lot of pressure to cooperate with the G, and even if, at times, you seemed a little extra enthuseastic, we take at face value your protestations that that is just your manner. However, you are on the old side for a soldier, old chap. It will take a little while -- and perhaps a few more sausages -- before the boys are quite ready to "put you through your paces" as you put it. ''

I think this dialogue during the quest misdirects the player to conclude that it's an editing error.

Arthur: I found your letter.

Reg: You were a child then. You wouldn't understand.

Arthur: Oh, yes, it was a happy, carefree time for us kids.

Reg: I loved her. We were just two young people caught up in something bigger than ourselves.

Arthur: That doesn't sound like what the Home Army's onto you about.

Reg: You don't understand. I thought they would stay forever. I had to sell meat. We had to get on.

That Reg takes individual responsibility for gettin' cozy with the Germans makes sense if his father isn't here to own up too. Reg is the only one in the situation who's standing accused anymore. But the letter was sent to Bill, and I think that means it isn't Reg who was trying to join the Home Army, but his father.

And why should he want to do that after the fact, well after the war was over and the Germans had gone home?

To redeem the family name, which was tarnished by Bill's collaboration (and Reg's fraternization) with the Germans.

Ollie has a cut line when standing on the set of the Uncle Jack show where he specifically calls Reg out for being a collaborator:

"Did you know that you can get extra rations if you betray your country? That’s right, all the schnitzel you can possibly eat. Just ask Reg Cutty for the Deutschland Über Alles special."

Ollie remembers because he's never been a Joy user. That this little piece of trivia escaped his dose of Oblivion is not surprising either since he has a lot of opinions about people who cooperated with the Germans.

The rest of Wellington Wells has mostly forgotten about the Cutty family taste for schnitzel by '64, but Lt. Fortescue and the Home Army certainly hadn't forgotten about it when that letter was written.

Reg writes in his letter to Marta that he cannot send that "I wish I had not been a coward, and I had joined you on the last train. It seems I am one coward after another." And maybe it was cowardice, but I rather think he stayed out of a sense of obligation as well.

There seems to be a bit tension around the "& Sons" part of the Cutty legacy, you see.

Reg must have a brother, but he is not working at the butchershop. Reg would not need Edmund to help him if his brother was working there. And that Reg has crossed out & Sons on the poster at the lunch counter, but left the "& Son" on the lettering under the awning...

You can see here that the sign used to say Cutty & Sons, plural, but the S on the end has been scrubbed off. The lettering with the S would have been perfectly centered over the window otherwise. It's a little short on the right side without it.

I think Reg didn't remove the "& Son" entirely because to him, the Cutty in red isn't him, it's his father. In his absence, without a Cutty Jr. to run the shop, his father's legacy disappears.

Reg makes a lot of being someone who can "look at the blood, and the flesh, and the bone." He has all these metaphors about how people like their meat wrapped up nicely in brown paper so they don't have to think about how it got there. He delineates himself from others this way. I will bet you all the money that his brother was squeamish and that's why he's not working at the family shop and preserving their father's memory.

But more than that, I also think Reg's brother left the fold back before everyone forgot who the Cuttys were.

There's a corpse in Reg's basement. Spawns in every time, but not with a random name like most corpses. This one is always named Michael Cutting. There's also a programmer on the staff with that name and that's probably not an accident, but it is left as one of those apparent WHF go-nowhere "mysteries".

But, taking all of the above into account, maybe Michael Cutting is Reg's brother who was not only too squeamish to work in the family business, but also cut ties and changed his last name just enough to distance himself from his collaborationist father and brother so he could get along with the rest of the town.

There's no way to know how long Michael's been in dead in Reg's basement. It's entirely possible that Reg killed him ages ago. But I think it's a better story if Michael only braved returning to the butcher shop because Edmund's been saying strange things about Reg's new machines at the pub and Reg had to kill him once he realized Michael wasn't impressed but horrified, even if his machines keep all the gross stuff inside the package. It would tie up nicely with this piece of dialogue:

Arthur: Why don't you tell the Executive Committee? I'm sure they'd give you a medal.

Reg: That's just it! I don't think they would.

#reg cutty #michael cutting #bill cutty #we happy few

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