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victoria-writes · 8 months ago

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Love Diagnosis

Pairing: Adrian Monk x Reader

Summary: Monk has a crush on his new assistant (reader) and talks to his therapist about it

Word Count: 1,544

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used for the reader. Trudy Monk, Leland Stottlemeyer, and Natalie Teeger are mentioned but don't make an appearance. Entire fic is just dialogue between Adrian and Dr. Kroger. Mentioned age gap between Monk and the reader.

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Story:

“You don’t understand, doctor. This isn’t some cute crush. I can’t get her out of my head!”, Monk said frantically from the chair he sat in across from his therapist.

“Adrian”, Dr. Kroger began while taking off his glasses and sitting forward in his chair, “it’s perfectly normal to look forward to seeing someone you like. It seems that you and Y/N have developed a special relationship and it’s only natural for you to think of her. If anything, this is great progress. It means you’re moving on after losing Trudy”.

“No, no, no, no”, said Adrian as he waved his hands about, “I am not moving on from Trudy. She is my wife. Y/N is a parasite who has infected my brain. She’s probably an alien. That’s the only explanation. A very pretty alien, but an alien”.

Dr. Kroger smiled, “Y/N is not an alien. It’s okay to be scared. You and Trudy were together for a long time and you were both very devoted to each other”.

“I can’t be scared because I’m not moving on. How can I be scared to do something I’m not doing?”

“Adrian-“

“It’s like she’s taken me hostage in my own mind. Everywhere I look, she’s all I think about. I walked into a CVS with Natalie today to get more wipes and I saw the shampoo section. Why was my first thought ‘What kind of shampoo does Y/N use? She always smells so nice.’?”

Dr. Kroger sets his glasses on the table next to him, “I’m going to suggest something that may sound a little crazy to you. Have you considered telling her how you feel?”

“…Dr. Kroger”, Monk scoffed, “Are you sure we’re sitting in the right seats? Because where I’m sitting it seems that you may be the one that needs help if you think that is a reasonable solution.”

“So I’m going to take that as a no.”

“Of course, I haven’t talked to her about it!”

“And why is that?”

“….well…”

“Well?”

“…”

“You’re frightened she may not feel the same way as you do.”

“…yes”

“And if she does feel the same way, you don’t want to know because then you’d have to accept the fact that you’re in love with a woman after Trudy’s passing.”

“yes”, Monk grumbled while looking at the floor with sudden interest.

“So you think it’s better to bury your feelings deep inside and only let them out during our sessions”

“Now you’re getting it. I’m so glad we could come to an understanding”, Monk smiled and sat back in his chair, relieved.

“Adrian, these feelings aren’t just going to disappear overnight because you don’t want to face them. You see her almost every day now.”

“This is all Natalie’s fault.”, Adrian furrowed his brows as he spoke, “I wouldn’t have had to hire another assistant if she didn’t need so many days off.”

“Natalie needed the time off to take care of her daughter as a single mother. It’s a miracle she was able to balance work and her child for as long as she did.”

“Yeah, well, she should’ve balanced for longer so I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“Tell me, what is it that you like about Y/N?”

“She smells nice.”

“You mentioned that already”

“She’s a good assistant. She’s very clean and doesn’t touch me without asking. I like her hairstyle too, not just the shampoo. Her nails are neat and manicured, so I don’t feel disgusted by the thought of her touching me.”

“Anything else?”

“When she does touch me…her hands are soft.”

Dr. Kroger looked at Adrian with raised eyebrows and interest written across his face.

“Y/N, she has a certain way of talking. She emphasizes certain words in her sentences and talks with her hands.”

At this point, Adrian is staring up at the ceiling and smiling fondly as he pictures Y/N in his mind, “She gets so animated when she’s passionate. And she has so many strong opinions on things. Things I never even give a second thought to. Just the other day, she went on a very passionate rant about what kind of handle she prefers on umbrellas.”

“I would’ve thought you’d have an opinion on that sort of thing.”

“Oh, I do now that I’ve thought about it. I much prefer the curved handles to the straights ones, even if they have grooves for the fingers to sit”, he scoffs and shakes his head, “the fingers are never as comfortable on those as they are on the curved handles and-“

“I think we’re getting off track here. Is there anything you dislike about her?”

“Oh, yes”, Adrian quickly nodded, “She’s a horrible driver and always parks crooked. She’s lucky she has me or she’d anger a lot of other drivers with her parking.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She chews on her mints and I can’t stand the sound. What psychopath chews on those? You’re supposed to let them sit in your mouth.”

“I see.”

“She stands too close to me wherever we go. Like I said she doesn’t touch me without asking but she’s always so close.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Yes, my heart starts to beat very fast and I can’t breathe sometimes. Once I thought I was having a heart attack but she told me I was just having a panic attack and made me do breathing exercises with her.”

“Did they help?”

“Yes, but only for a little bit because she kept standing close to me after that. She was worried I would faint so she stood even closer.”

“And?”

“I’ve never had clammier hands in my life.”

“Did you have these symptoms when you first started to see Trudy?”

“I…I don’t remember. It was all so long ago. Let’s not talk about that.”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Let’s move on from that.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“I had eggs for breakfast this morning but the yolk was a little too runny. That made my skin itch.”

“Let’s not talk about eggs.”

“Okay.”

“If you and Y/N were to enter a romantic relationship-“

“That would never happen.”

“Humor me for a second. If you and Y/N entered a romantic relationship, what do you think it would be like? Truly imagine it for me. What would dating Y/N look like?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not dating her so how would I know?”

“Just try and imagine it.”

“Okay.”, Adrian sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, “Okay. I’m imagining.”

“Go on.”

“We’d have to spend a lot of time together. That’s what couples do.”

“What would that time spent together look like?”

“I suppose we would hang out at my house. Go to different places around town. Maybe to that coffee shop she likes.”

“Which shop is that?”

“The one on third avenue with the blue walls.”

Adrian’s eyes were still closed but he could hear the smile in Dr. Kroger’s voice, “You remember the kind of things she’s passionate about, little details about her, and even what coffee shop she likes.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job to remember things about people.”

“Do you know how she takes her coffee?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know how Natalie takes her coffee?”

“No”

“Do you know how Captain Stottlemeyer takes his coffee?”

“No”

“Interesting. Have you ever thought about kissing Y/N?”

Adrian opened his eyes, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I find it very relevant. Have you thought about kissing her?”

Adrian took a long pause before answering, “Yes. Once she stood very close to me, she stands much too close to me, and I…”

“You…?”

“I was looking at her lips and I started to lean in but I pulled away.”

“Did she know you wanted to kiss her?”

“I don’t think so. When she asked why I was staring I lied and told her she had dry lips and needed to put on chapstick. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her lips looked very”, he pauses looking for the right word in his mind “soft.”

“Has she ever indicated any interest in you in a romantic sense?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”, Dr. Kroger sighs, “Adrian, there is only one solution to this dilemma and that is to speak to her about it.”

“That would be highly inappropriate. I’m her employer and several years older than her.”

“While that is true, she has the right to know about this. She spends nearly every day with you.”

“What if she quits? Then, I’d have to find another assistant and I don’t want her to go.”

“That is a risk you’ll just have to take. It is much more likely that she will either tell you she doesn’t feel the same way or that she does. She’s your assistant but she’s your friend too. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“But what is she does?”

Monk sat in silence with no rebuttal prepared. What could he possibly say to that?

“We’re nearing the end of our time together, Adrian. Next time you see Y/N, politely tell her how you’ve been feeling about her.”

“...”

“Adrian, tell her.”

“Yes, Dr. Kroger.”

“I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

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becasart · 1 month ago

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Awwww 🥺🥺🥺 omgg Biani's parenting arc is beginning

HUH⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

Omg nOOOOO COME BACK. She was just kidding about the workshop thing, he'll go to school 😭💔💔 With her, he'll be the sweetest boy ever- the perfect example of a model citizen.

JUST BRING BACK HER SONNNN.

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ronwestbreeze · 2 years ago

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART ONE : CHAPTER TEN

pairing: jake sully x human!fem!reader

summary: it's time for war, tinkers.

warnings: none?

word count: 2.9k

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You didn’t realize two days had passed. It all just seemed like one long day where you spent most of it preparing for the war that was to come between the Na’vi and the Sky People.

Jake had left to gather the rest of the clans to join the battle as the new Toruk Makto. Which led you to get to work yourself. Right after his speech, you had left your avatar body just a few miles away from the Tree of Souls and woke up back at the camper when the morning came. Carefully, you climbed out of the link bed. You hadn’t realized that even in your human form there were dry tears on your cheeks and your chest felt hollow just as it did in your avatar body.

For a moment, you sat there and really thought about everything that had happened in the past few hours. You were tired and you were numb. There really wasn’t any time, you never really had time. It felt like it was always slipping from your fingers. Really, you should’ve expected this from the beginning. You should’ve expected that you had very little time left with Grace, that you wouldn’t have much time with Jake, you should’ve cherished each moment you had with them more. You should’ve…

Outside the foggy window in front of you, you caught sight of the ship that you, Jake, Norm, and Grace arrived in. Furrowing your brows, you grabbed your mask and walked outside to get a better look at the ship. You searched around for its pilot.

“Trudy?” You called, glancing around.

“Here!” Trudy popped out of the pilot’s seat with a radio tucked under her arm as she jogged over toward you.

To say you were surprised was an understatement, “I thought you left…”

“Yeah well, I wanted to stay, just in case there’s a plan I need to know about.” Trudy grinned and held up the radio, “Been listening to this all day. It doesn’t seem like Quaritch is striking any time soon but he’s definitely planning on it. So whatever Jake’s plannin’ he needs to hurry.”

You nodded absentmindedly, “Jake knows what he’s doing. He’s gathering the other clans so that our side would be greater in numbers, I believe.” You weren’t really there in the conversation, instead your mind was swimming and your feet were moving on their own as you went back into the camper.

Trudy had followed you inside, “Okay, that’s great and all…But what are you doing here, Doc? Why aren’t you with Jake and Norm? And why do I feel like you have some type of solo mission plan that you got on the side and no one knows about?”

An unamused smirk tugged at your lips, “Then you’d probably be right.” You stopped at a desk and pulled open one of the drawers. Thankfully, the little map you had made was still there. Trudy appeared next to you, looking down at the handmade map you were unrolling.

“Okay…what is that?”

“A map obviously.”

“No shit, Doc. I mean what is it for?”

You shrugged, tucking the map into your pants pocket and then grabbing a duffel bag from under the table, “That depends. Are you willing to help me find them all?”

Trudy frowned, “Find what?”

You walked out of the camper, “My bombs.”

As you kept walking you heard a muttered “holy shit” before Trudy trailed after you. “Where the hell did you get bombs?”

“I made them.”

“Of course you did.” Trudy shook her head, tucking her radio away in her back pocket. “When did you have time to make them? Wait—how many are there? What are they for?”

“How many questions are you gonna keep asking me before we actually focus on finding them?”

“Sorry if I’m a bit troubled that my friend had made bombs and I don’t know what for….” The sudden dawn of realization finally crossed her. “Shit, Hell’s Gate. You’re planning to blow up Hell’s Gate aren’t you?”

You shrugged, leaping over a fallen tree, “If it goes well, then yeah, Hell’s Gate will be up in flames.”

Trudy frowned at you, “Did something happen while you were gone? What happened with Grace….?” By the look of your face, by the way your attitude had changed compared to the last few hours, by the sudden reveal of your secret plans that you had been working on for two years, Trudy knew without you having to say anything. “Damn it, Doc, I’m so—”

“Don’t say you're sorry.” You shook your head, scowling. You stopped next to a tree and a deformed rock. “The only people you get to pay for all of this is Quaritch and the fucking RDA. I’m done sitting by and letting them destroy shit, and continue to destroy everything that is good. Grace was good.” Trudy remained quiet, taken aback by the fierceness in your words and the steel in your eyes. “I won’t let them take more from me, Trudy, I won’t. Not anymore. Not when I can do something about it.”

You turned away from Trudy and knelt down beside the deformed rock and began moving the bushes around it before you found your first bomb. “So you can either help me or stay out of my way.”

Carefully, you dug the bomb out of the ground and placed it in your duffel bag. They were small enough for all of them to fit in the bag together. You had planned this out ever since you built your prototype, drafted many plans until you had one solid idea. Executing it was the one part you were focused on the most.

“Fuck it, yeah I’m in.” Trudy finally said. “Where’s the next one?”

For the next few hours, almost half the day, you and Trudy had spent finding the rest of the bombs. You remembered you had placed them sporadically around the forest in case if someone did discover your plans, they wouldn’t know where to look for them. And the map would have been burned easily.

You were never worried about them going off in the forest or a Na’vi accidently setting one off. There were physical switches or buttons on them, instead you had built a remote—which you called the Key—that released a kinetic wave that set off all the bombs simultaneously. There was no countdown, no time to get out. Just explosions. All you needed to do was place them in the places worth hitting. Then afterwards…

By the time you found the eighth and last bomb, night had come and both you and Trudy had headed back to the camper to get some rest.

The next morning, you had spent time communicating with Max Patel, updating you on what had been going on back at Hell’s Gate. Quaritch knew about Jake gathering the other clans as they’ve been surveying them for a while. Fortunately for them, they didn’t know about Trudy betraying them or had a clue about your bombs, frankly neither did Max.

“They’re most likely to attack tomorrow.” Max informed you with a grave expression on his face. “Maybe sooner once he’s gathered the fleet together.

You were quietly thinking as Trudy continued to ask him more questions. Once she ended the call with Max, you spoke, “Trudy, I need to be at Hell’s Gate with the bombs.”

She looked at you, furrowing her brows, “Okay…how are you gonna get there?”

“Take me there tonight and maybe I’ll hide there until all the forces, including Quaritch leave for the battle.”

“You don’t think you’ll get caught?”

“They’re too worried about what Jake Sully’s doing to worry about me. Hell, they haven’t even realized they have two traitors on the inside yet.”

“Touché.” Trudy sighed and leaned back in her seat, “Then I’ll take you tonight and blend in with the rest of the pilots.” You nodded and the both of you sat there for a long quiet while. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Trudy was glancing toward the two closed link beds that had both Jake and Norm inside. “Does Jake know about any of this?”

“No.”

“Do you plan on tellin’ him?”

You didn’t respond.

“…Am I the only one that knows about this?”

You shook your head and said quietly, “Grace did.”

“Oh.”

When the evening came, you spotted the toruk flying past in the sky, which told you that Jake had returned and so did the rest of the Omatikaya and the other clans. The battle was drawing near and for the first time in the last couple of hours, your heart was heavy with dread and anticipation.

You had turned to Trudy before leaving, “Wait for me at the ship. I’ll be right back.”

“So you’re going to see Sully then?” Trudy asked, putting on her mask with a small smirk. “One final goodbye kiss?”

A noise that sounded similar to a snort left your lips, “Fuck off, Chacon.”

You got into your link bed and Trudy stood next to your bed, ready to set it up. Once the lid was closed and the world had gone dark around you…

The forest was there to greet you. And no matter which body you were in, the exhaustion was still there. The hollowness was still there. But you pushed yourself to your feet, staring up toward the darkening sky as the many ikrans flew above your head.

As you followed where they flew to—mostly toward the Tree of Souls—one of them landed next to you.

“Tsmuke!”

You looked up to find Tsu’tey was on the ikran and slid off to approach you. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for a war, oh great warrior?”

“I should ask you the same question.” He tilted his head, looking at you curiously. “Do you not plan to fight, dreamwalker?”

You frowned, remembering your plan, remembering Grace’s last words to you. “I am. Just not in the skies.”

Tsu’tey snorted, “Are you not Sky People?”

“I have fallen from the sky long ago and have been on land ever since.”

He considered you for a long moment before he said, “You are not one of them. Not anymore. It took me too long to realize that….” The both of you stopped on a smaller cliff that overlooked the Tree of Souls a distant away. “Sylwanin believed it too.”

You were startled. It had been years since you heard her name, much less from Tsu’tey’s mouth. Never in your life did you think the two of you would ever talk about her, a part of you thought that he believed her death was your fault. Because you were one of them. The Sky People.

“I’m not sure I am deserving of it.” Was your response but Tsu’tey shook his head.

“She believed you were always one of us. You and your sa’nok, Grace Augustine. You’ve always been on of The People.” Tsu’tey nodded contently. He placed a hand on your heart as you stared at him in stunned silence. “As the Olo’eyktan. As your friend. As your brother. I see you, sister.”

With glassy eyes, you placed your hand on his heart as well, “I see you, brother.”

Tsu’tey smiled and despite your sadness, despite the graveness of the war falling onto your shoulders, you returned his smile with a shaky one. “I will see you when the war is laid to rest, tsmuke.”

You chuckled, “Promise?”

Neither of you could make such a promise.

He tapped your heart, “Two hearts.”

You did the same, “One beat.”

Tsu’tey nodded to you. Eventually, you let each other go and you watched him hoist himself back on his ikran. He called to you as he took off, “You fight well, tsmuke! Fight well!”

As you watched him soar away, you thought about his words. His acceptance of you. God, you wished you could take a moment and bask in it, take a moment and appreciate the change in your relationship with him, to take a moment and realize that he thought of you as one of The People. Even if you were so undeserving of such a title.

With a quiet sigh you mumble, “Eywa help me.”

When you got to the Tree of Souls, Jake and Neytiri were about to leave it. Neytiri walked by you, squeezing your shoulder and nodding to you. A part of you wished you had more time to form a relationship with her like you had done with her late sister. You wondered if you would ever get the chance.

Jake approached you next and you found yourself smiling a little at him, “Look at you. Mighty Toruk Makto. Perhaps you aren’t much of a puppet anymore.”

He pulled you into him, his strong arms wrapping around you tightly, so tight as if you’d disappear. When the both of you pulled away, he cupped your face in his hands, “After all of this, when we take down the RDA, I need more time with you.” He chuckled at himself. “It sounds so stupid—”

“It doesn’t.” You reassured him, squeezing both his wrists. “Out of all the stupid shit you’ve said to me, this was quite tame.”

His white smile made your heart flutter. How he had this effect on you, you never knew.

If only you had known what type of effect you had on him.

If only you had enough time to know. But he had a way of making you know in his own way. The way he held you whenever you had a chanced moment alone with him, the way he leaned down—even now—to find and capture your lips with his. As gentle as he always did. His warmth, his lips, his hold, you wanted to stay in this forever, you wanted this to be forever.

You both broke away from the kiss for air but he never let you go. Jake buried his face into your neck and wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands finding his hair and running your fingers through it.

Then your eyes found the Tree of Souls. It glowed heavenly in the night and the base of the tree was empty. Grace’s body was nowhere in sight. You pulled away slightly from Jake but grasped his hand as you pulled him toward the tree, eyes never leaving it.

When you got closer and gently, your other hand grazed one of the stems, as you asked, “Do you think she can see us now?”

“Eywa?”

You shook your head, “Grace.”

He squeezed your hand before wrapping it around your waist, pulling you close to his side, “I know she would never abandon you. It’s the last thing she’d want to do.”

You knelt down in the spot where her body had been, your hands running through the dirt and the tree bark. “She didn’t abandon me.” She was taken from you. Stolen. Stealing wasn’t anything new to the RDA.

Jake didn’t have to hear your thoughts to know what you meant, “They won’t take anything ever again. Not from the people. And not from you.” His voice was hard and sure which, in a way you admired and loved about him. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You smiled up at him sadly. Jake knelt down beside, tilting his head at you as he observed you closely. “Will you fight? When they do come?”

He didn’t need to know about Project Pandora. He didn’t need to know about your plans to leave for Hell’s Gate tonight. So you just nod.

But Jake didn’t look too happy about it. He didn’t have to voice it, his face already told you he did not want you to fight. “Be smart.” Jake said, pressing his forehead against yours gently, his hands finding the sides of your neck. “Don’t do anything impulsive. And be a little selfish if you have to, okay?”

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t promise anything. All you did was nod. With another long kiss, this time almost desperate, Jake stood and looked at you to follow.

“I’m just going to stay here for a little while longer.” You tell him. “I won’t be long.”

Jake nodded as he slowly backed away whilst looking reluctant to do so at the same time, “Don’t be down here too long, okay?”

Once he was gone, you were left alone. With no one but the spirits.

There was a part of you that wanted to try and see if Grace could hear you, to try and tell her that you tried her way and that you were left with no option left. You wanted to say you would try not to die but really, who could really guarantee that?

You’ve always known, ever since you were young, that the war was unkind. It was unkind to your father, even when he survived it. It would not change now. The war would always be cruel. Unkind. A demon.

For now you found comfort under the tree. And you stayed there until you decided to leave your avatar body lying there, under the tree.

You didn’t know when you would be able to return to your avatar when you woke up back at the camper with Trudy waiting. You didn’t know whether you’d see Jake again as you stopped next to his link bed before leaving.

There were a lot of things you didn’t know when you boarded the ship with the duffel bag at your side.

All you did know was that the RDA wouldn’t hurt anyone else again.

That, you could promise.

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raynecloudcreations · 6 months ago

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My take of the peachyville folks, it’s kinda easy to tell who’s my fav

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justyaraya · 8 months ago

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COD OC: Trudy "Jay" Saidler

Name: Trudy Saidler

Nikename: Jay

Date of birth: June 01, 1992

Age: 24 (at the time of the events in 2016)

Place of birth: Liberec, Czech Republic🇨🇿

Citizenship: Czech🇨🇿

Nationality: English 🇬🇧

Rank: Sergeant

Specialty: Infantryman

Unit: TF - 141

Family/Relationships

Mother: Adele Saidler (Hofmann) 🇬🇧

Father: Philip Saidler 🇬🇧

Love Interest: Gary "Roach" Sanderson🇬🇧💕

Reference/appearance

Trudy on the day she arrived at Credenhill

Parameters

Hair: brown with light strands

Eyes: grey

Pigmentation on the body: freckles

Tattoo: on the left arm

Scars: scratches on the right and left arm, a bullet wound in the left shoulder, suture marks on the right side at the rib level, bullet wounds in the abdomen, cartilage injury of the right ear

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 60 kg

Body type: normal

Equipment

Armored vest: warrior "plates" assault systems

M4A1 assault rifle with a grenade launcher

M14 EBR sniper rifle with silencer for long-range elimination and, if necessary, to cover the group

Pistols: M9 and USP.45

Cold steel: Alpha S D2 knife Tactical Knife and Custom Steel Machete D2 Machete Etsy Knife

Personality

Trudy is a young girl with sociability and good nature. Her attitude towards people depends on how they treat her: if they show a positive attitude towards her, she is a little stubborn. Even so, Trudy is not so trusting, so she does not immediately open up to the interlocutor. Trudy sometimes experiences moments that can cause irritation. And in such cases, she can flare up, allowing her emotions to come out. However, she tries to control her emotions so as not to show them to other people. But Trudy's weakest side is her worries. Everything that she experiences inside herself, she tries to hide from others.

Fears

🔥Pyrophobia🔥is a phobia consisting in a constant, irrational, obsessive, panic fear of fire, fires; an obsessive fear of burning alive, getting burned, or losing property as a result of a fire. (in one of the missions, she almost burned herself in the room in which she was locked, losing consciousness)

Biography

Trudy's parents live in the Czech Republic for most of their lives, they have successfully established their lives in another country, and we can say they have lived in it for most of their lives, and did not want to return to England. Adele Saidler (Hofmann) has opened her own atelier in Liberec, where they now live. The woman is engaged in custom tailoring, previously she was specialized in sewing military uniforms. Philip Saidler is a former infantryman, retired for health reasons, retired, but he helps his wife in the atelier, delivering sewing materials. He also earns a living on the outskirts of the city, but there is no information about his place of work. Before Trudy, they had a son, Evan Saidler [date of birth unknown, died as a teenager, cause of death unknown]. The couple suffered a hard loss, and were very worried about their daughter, who knows about her late brother.

Trudy's childhood, like that of ordinary children, was no different from them. She also had her own hobbies, which her parents reacted positively to, and supported their daughter in every possible way, most importantly. The girl was actively engaged in dancing from the age of 12, from which she developed flexibility, there were even performances on behalf of the school. She also loved to help her mother in the atelier, more often looked after the counter, and thus engaged in needlework, she could also sew some clothes with jewelry. In addition to dancing, Trudy also had hobbies, which she does not mention.

During her student years, Trudy met a girl who was 1 year younger than her, Linda Kovac (Czech). She was always an inconspicuous gray mouse, but Trudy became friends with her on the first day they met, and spent more and more time together. Thanks to her, Linda began to gain self-confidence and even changed her style in order not to fall into the gray mass and stand out somehow. Saidler never sought to attract attention, preferring to wear comfortable and not too bright clothes, and studied like all ordinary students. She needed Czech to learn, so even at preschool age she learned this language, English is considered the main one.

There have been mistakes in Trudy's life, one of them has undermined people's trust. As a student, a guy was in love with her, and he sought her attention in every possible way. The student's infatuation, yes, did not last long. This guy dated her for a joke, enjoyed her trust. After receiving her education, Trudy left Liberec and went to England. After living there for some time, she went to Credenhill, where the selection for group 141 was held. During the trip, Trudy heard other recruits talking about this group, and who is in it, quite big names sounded from the mouths of the guys, which made her interested. Arriving at their base, Trudy did not expect to see the members of the 141 group live. At the time, Captain McTavish was in charge of the selection, and he took up her training in order to make Saidler an experienced fighter. As a rookie, she was sent for additional training to improve her skills and adapt to work in group 141. During her stay at the base, Trudy met Roach, a young sergeant whom she saw on the day of her arrival. At first, things didn't go very well due to distrust, so we gradually communicated. Jay showed a special interest in Roach as a person and wanted to get to know him better, and thus she awakened trust in him. Roach also showed interest in the girl and communicated with her even from a distance. Trudy was very afraid of attachment to people, and hid her sympathy until the last moment, Roach had the same feelings for her. They gradually showed warm feelings for each other.

Participation

Jay began his service under the command of Captain McTavish, took his first part in the Hunting mission, where the goal was to catch Alejandro Rojas, worked in a group with Roach. In the future, she participated in assaults at certain points, provided cover, engaged in inconspicuous liquidation

The history of the creation of the OC

In 2011, I played with COD Modern warfare 2 for the first time. This game has left vivid moments in my memory, from joyful to sad, my favorite mission is "Rock Climber". At that moment, the first character appeared in my head. Since I couldn't draw at the age of 9, I was building a plot in my head. There is an important point, this is the date when I started playing and when I came up with Trudy. This is June 1, 2011, and this date is also Trudy's date of birth.

In her first version, there was no first or last name, I just called her "Emersan", this call sign is taken from another game that I also actively played. As for her appearance, Trudy looked different, not like she does now. In 2018, I visually sketched her portrait, hoping for my memory. Based on this, I decided to change her appearance, and also attached my old works. As time went on, I always wanted to add something, it seemed to me that Trudy was too simple. Although yes, she really was like that. Then, during the redrawing, I already gave her a name. Her name was Trudy "Emersan" Sombra. She later became Jay, the new surname is Saidler. Trudy's redesigns didn't last long, so I changed it again by drawing new references. You can see that she has hardly changed since 2019, there are small changes on her face – freckles and hair color have become darker. Next comes the tattoo. It was a difficult choice, I came up with the first tattoo myself, then I made another, more complex one. The final version was drawn in 2023, and received a reference

Trudy in 2011 to 2022

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