hmmmm time to compile all of my emre-related thoughts into one post i think. warning, this is just gonna be puuuure unfiltered brainblasting (and also... long. click the read-more... if you daaare!)
starting with just an assortment of misc headcanons:
right so first of all, bit of a random one maybe but i feel like hes the sort who learned an instrument when he was younger, or at least practiced it for a bit but never really got into it (specifically the vibe im feeling is string instrument, dont ask me which particular one though cuz im not an expert on that)
okay so this is just my onion 🧅 #myonion but anyways what i actually mean to say is my opinion regarding emre and freja, and thats that i really do like them more as just a very deep platonic bond rather than a romantic one; i mean i do get why people like the latter but likeeeee... (could this be influenced by my hc of emre being gay and freja being a demiromantic lesbian?? potentially)
also, emre as a trans man... idk i just like it ^_^
whats his favorite color?? i feel like its ocean blue, though i could perhaps be convinced otherwise, but! it is NOT red or orange. i will be adamant about that
lowkey think he mightve had some sort of emo or goth phase at some point, i mean look at the. the this (in the middle ofc) 😭 yeah.
oh and of course, as inevitably happens to basically every character i end up really enjoying, emre has also been hit with my "adhd or autism?" beam, idk if just one or both tho; speaking of that freja def autistic as well but thats neither here nor there. this is emreposting not frejaposting (maybe some other time)
now for some more Specific thoughts courtesy of the well-oiled torment nexus in my mind
a little bit of context first: something i mentioned in my tags of this particular art piece is that while drawing it, an entire "what if?"-kinda thing spawned into my head and sorta possessed me for a bit (i say as if im not STILL actively continuing it a month later), upon which the founding question was...
"what if emre got away from talon in the middle of the night, went to several different countries in the process, then quite literally took matters into his own hands and RIPPED chernobog out of his chest?"
and of course the conclusion i came to was "hmm yes, that would have Consequences. fun ones im sure"; what kind, you might ask? well lets see:
that was a bad idea. turns out, if you tear a wired-in piece of machinery out of your own body, it will hurt. BADLY. who wouldve thought?
your vehicle, low on fuel as it was, has crash-landed in the himalayas, and youre severely injured and in a coma. this is fine
how long has it been? you dont know, because your memory is in absolute shambles right now. how did you get here? where even is 'here'?? and your body feels strangely heavy... probably on account of all these cybernetics you dont remember getting. a result of however you wound up 'here', or something else?
there are two people in the room with you. one appears to be a doctor, presumably treating you. the other is a woman with orange-ish hair, a facial tattoo, and an almost haunted expression. she seems familiar, but you cant quite place her...
sorry that turned all second-person perspective for a sec but yeahhhh essentally there sequence of events emre goes through there is, chernobog eviction technique GO!! -> ah shit time to pass out -> blink, suddenly wake up somewhere unfamiliar with virtually no recollection of anything from the past like, ?? yrs -> met freja... again, but he doesnt know that
i could absolutely do a whole other thing about frejas perspective in all that btw. but again this is emreposting not frejaposting rn so for now simply imagine what you will
i should probably note as well that i sorta had to make up some convoluted reason to justify *how* all this has successfully happened, best way i can sum it up my thought process for that is "uhh yyyyeah, maybe chernobog has to do a little 'reset cycle' every now and then. definitely. it typically does it when he isnt awake, but... this time, he was?" which is about as bare-bones an explanation as could be conjured for this i think but whateverrrr lmao
if youve made it this far into. my essay i guess?? why is it this long. anyways you get uhhhh 👉🥚 an egg. there is still more i could say but i think this post is long enough as is so i will leave it with this one more deranged thought
at a later point in the aforementioned what-if, he eventually starts being reminded of some things... including some that he couldnt even remember before the incident. namely, the process of being changed... cut up, plugged in, torn apart, put back together; helpless to it all. the stuff of nightmares, yet so very real to him. in his mind, he still sees flashes of that unblinking red eye, and hears distant whispers in a language he doesnt speak. at this point, he feels he is neither the person he used to be, nor what he became after leaving overwatch. but then... who is he now, really?
yuuuuuup ☝ im done now. thank you for reading my bullllllshit!!
