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bluue-god · 10 months ago

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✰TWSTSONA SHEET✰

Time has come for me to show here my twisted wonderland Sona!

More down if you're curious!

Let's start by addressing the elephant in the room:

This is my self insert of course. So the story goes as you would've pretty much expected.

Isekai student got into another world and yada yada.

Here I'll make a general rundown of interesting things about 'em!

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Who is G?

G is definitely human. Got introduced by Crowley as the 'boy' that ran away before the ceremony. G is, of course, not the real name of this "boy", but he doesn't really mind so he rolls with it. He remembers little to nothing about the cause of this random teleportation into Twisted Wonderland, he only remembers that he hit something and blanked out for a while before hearing Grim trying to steal his clothes. He remembers his full name (G is just the initial), remembers where he came from, but he doesn't remember how old he is, almost if he just stopped aging once he got into Twisted Wonderland.

Why the Diasomnia jacket?

He actually always stayed at the Ramshackle and for a while he actually had to wear the (oversized) uniform of that dorm. He didn't like it but hey, he can't do much about it.

After all the events of books 1 and 2, a character started to approach G more and that character was Lilia Vanrouge. G was kinda skeptical about this random dude hanging over him and following him all around the campus, but eventually he just gave up and started to become closer to Lilia.

Between the events of book 3 Lilia confessed that the reason that he was following G was because he believes that it's a "signal from the stars". He said that he dreamed about holding out his hand into the void in front of him and someone grabbed it and he was definitely sure that it was G. (Compared to the opening scene of the game.)

That's when Lilia started to drag G into Diasomnia, introducing him to everyone there and evening lending him the typical green Diasomnia gilet and since at that point G was getting attacked by this strange dude, he just accepted to become a non official member of the dorm.

Facts!🔍

Not really a fact but a statement. G's favourite colour is blue.

He seems to have some correlation with water as an element but he's still magicless so no one really cares.

Love language? Violence. Not the best way to show it but doesn't know how his emotions work.

Like Lilia, he cuts and dyes his own hair.

Actually pretty decent in PE.

After Lilia, Trein is the other father figure he has in school. He never told him that because he would never but one time he called him "dad" in front of the class.

He doesn't actually stay in one class or grade like the others. He decides what lessons to follow based on his level in that subject or based on who there's in that class. (Ex. He follows the 3° grade lessons both because of Lilia and because he's good in history, while he follows lower grades for subjects like alchemy or mathematics because he knows he sucks in those.)

He can play various instruments if you ask him. Mostly the trumpet and the guitar, but he can sing too. The only instrument that cannot play that confidently is the piano.

If you ask him for his age he just zones out and says "I don't know..." Before staring into the void for a couple of seconds.

He's very agile and can dance but never told anyone. The only ones that know are Jamil and Floyd because G dances with them.

G can cook. And clean. Often he would find something to clean to have an excuse to stay at home.

He absolutely HATES if you talk to him if he has his headphones on. NEVER do that. If he wants to talk to you, he will take his headphones off himself.

For a couple of weeks he even worked at the Mostro Lounge.

He can understand Spanish, Italian and English (duh) but can only speak two of those languages. Never going to tell which ones :)

He can and WILL fight if threatened.

He is black cat coded.

He uses nicknames like Floyd and Rook. Only not as often as those two.

Relationships! 🤝🏻

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

There is no doubt that Lilia is the person with whom G is most familiar. In no time their relationship grew quickly giving Lilia ANOTHER CHILD.

Their relationship is the purest form of Platonism that you could imagine. Definitely found family.

G already had some issues home with his parents and family at home and now sees everyone in Diasomnia as his new family. Sometimes you can catch him calling Lilia "dad".

Most important, Lilia knows a secret that G always keeps hidden. And sees G being biologically a girl. G always asks Lilia if it's ok for him and Lilia just replies with "I always wanted a daughter!" (Even if G is actually Agender, he uses all pronouns so he doesn't really care if Lilia calls him "his daughter". On the contrary. He BAWLS HIS EYES OUT.)

Also! Lilia dragged G into the Pop music club since he caught him singing to himself or casually tuning in Lilia's bass. Lilia did this without knowing that G actually has 6+ years of music education on his back (he was in a music based highschool before getting isekaied into twisted wonderland.) so that sees that poor dude to deal with the chaotic rehearsals that the band does. He had to basically coordinate and tune everyone there. He's not an official member of the club since he's one of the two founders of a new magicless art club so he's technically already in a club, but hey, if his father wants him there... Who's he to deny it?

Ah yeah. G often cooks for everyone in Diasomnia if Lilia offers himself to make dinner.

Old art of father and son together :3 (G changed hairstyles after three months of his stay in twisted wonderland.)

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

Now. Here we enter a very chaotic duo.

Everything started after the events of book 1.

First meeting (just a stare) : after stepping on Leona's tail in book 1.

Ruggie saw G when he was walking away. After stepping on Leona's tail, G just kinda avoids the whole Savanaclaw, he just doesn't like Leona's attitude. That until the events of book 2. They have their first "chat" when Ruggie stole Grim's lunch, but nothing much. Ruggie just saw G as trouble and G at that point hated the whole Pack mentality of the Savanaclaw dorm.

Their first interaction ever was during Leona's overbolt when he threw Ruggie away. G at that point disliked Ruggie but his hatred towards Leona was bigger than that so he helped Ruggie.

Convos:

🌊: HEY THAT'S FUCKING UNFAIR!

🍩: Uh-?

🌊: THIS DUDE MIGHT BE A TOTAL DOUCHEBAG BUT THAT'S TOO MUCH.

🍩: Ah here. It seemed strange.

[G came out very strongly at the start of this adventure. I mean, can you blame him? He got yeeted away from his home to get into a new world full of furries and idk queers. So he was, rightfully so, a bit pissed at everyone.]

[this convo happened during the overbolt too.]

🍩: why are you doing this...? Ur trying too hard.

🌊: I said that you're an asshole, that's true. But you don't deserve this. Just because he's unhappy with his life, he shouldn't put all his anger on you.

🍩: . . . Zaaaamn....

🍩: wa- wait- you're... You're helping me because... Just because-?

🌊: bro stop talking before I make you.

🍩: zaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaa- *COUGHS HIS LIFE OUT*

🌊: you're literally DYING. STOP THAT. I won't have your lifeless body in my arms!

🍩: g- uh?? Th- then stop that-! It's weird.

🌊: you're lucky that I have a moral that I follow, if not you'll be Cat litter now.

🍩: . . . I'll shut up-

🌊: thank you so much, very much appreciated fella.

🍩: . . . . It's Ruggie

🌊: G.

🍩: G-? Just that? Nothing else??

🌊: YOU'RE FUCKING DYING. DO YOU THINK IT'S THE TIME TO DO NAMESHAMING?!

🍩: Nam- oooh you're the fun one... All the effort was put into your humor and not into your name, I see...

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🌊: Imma let go now.

🍩: I WAS JOKIN-

Overall, Ruggie started to look after G more and that got worse after G helped Ruggie after he fell of his broom while being an idiot.

The first that realised that something was off was Leona and told Ruggie whom entered a long ass state of denial that eventually got EVEN WORSE that during winter break he kinda fucked up (In his opinion) and just avoided G for a whole month untill G HAD to solve the situation. Then they got close again, just messing around and having fun. Until, on Ruggie's birthday, things got way more serious and now you can say that they're in a queer platonic relationship. Ruggie calls G his boyfriend and G doesn't really mind.

There you go. Gruggie summary ig.

🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

To make it very easy and short, Floyd basically adopted G. As in, Floyd didn't give any chance to G to escape him. After book 3 he got extremely curious about this random blue haired boy and a specific hyena boy SO he just went for it and started to annoy G.

And after some work, now they're besties :3

Floyd and G now go around the school to literally TERRIFY THE WHOLE SCHOOL. They have fun skipping class, unless it's history of magic, then G will definitely not skip.

🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎

Random, I know, but the way they met is literally G climbing up a window from a room where Epel was singing due to Vil request. And that's how they met!!

Epel was extremely skeptical about G at first because he thought that he was interested in him just for his look, which he hates. But after a while he realised that it wasn't the case and G is just random sometimes.

They started to bond way more after G confessed to Epel that he was a girl in hope to make him realise that there are no "girl activities" or vice versa. Epel started to respect G way more after that. Now they're besties and G has the typical bigger sibling attitude towards Epel, even if against his will. :3

G loves teasing everyone. Friends and not.

♠️ Deuce spade ♠️

They have known each other since the start of the year. Overall, Deuce is like Epel. There's mutual respect and Deuce is one of the few people that G doesn't insult because he could probably believe it. G cares a lot about Deuce and Deuce looks after G a lot.

Sometimes Deuce looks like a puppy to G.

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If you're reading this, hi!

Lemme know what you think.😺

Bye for now 🌊

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schtroumpf-a-lunettes · 4 months ago

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8, 10, 13? :3c

Thanks for da ask ^_^

8. Now for the platonic side, what are your favorite friendships?

I'm not too sure... I like approaching canon less on an individualised ship or friendship basis and more of like... a zoomed out view of overall cohesion/sociology of the village or individual smurfs (focusing more on the individual smurfs themselves as opposed to the dynamics that exist between them and other smurfs). If that makes sense. I like the idea of Smurfette & Vanity friendship. I love the one-sided friendship that Sassette extends to Gargamel so much too it gets to me...

The thing about the smurfs (and a big cushy comfortable appeal of it) is that there's just a general sense of camaraderie among everyone which is really sweet and nice. They have a lot of good will amongst each other so they'd all consider themselves friends with everyone else, so I like thinking of them in those equalised bonds kind of sense and don't focus on the unique nature of different bonds a whole lot. Like obviously there are kind of established duos like Handy and Hefty and stuff like that but yeah. And obviously there isn't a sense of automatic "camaraderie" ALL of the time... obviously there's hostility and disagreements and fights sometimes. But the status quo is always skewered towards friendliness. And some smurfs are obviously less popular than others (lol) but you get what I mean... there's still (supposed to be) some sense of friendship extended nonetheless.

So yeah not much of a substantial answer more just me talking about my specific approach. not to say that I don't think about the nature of some of the specific friendships sometimes of course! But off the top of my head I can't automatically pinpoint favourite friendships.

10. If you were a smurf, what do you think your name would be?

HAHA okay so back in my DeviantART days I did make a smurfsona called Bookbinder Smurf/Bookbinderette (the latter formation SMH AAA but I was like. 14. okay guys. Also the whole -ette thing was so extremely common back then). I am well and truly not much of a self-insert person it's just not a concept I really do or one that appeals to me much, though I support my self-insert-ing friends 100% in their endeavours and love seeing the stuff they come up with. BUT. Making sonas was just so commonplace/"expected" back in the deviantart era so I was influenced by that at the time. And also, there were a bunch of people who made sonas to selfship with Brainy which I personally was not interested in doing, so I thought it would be a nice change of pace to have a sona who isn't shipped with Brainy but is just like. his assistant or whatever. dbsdhsdjds aaaaaa. The name "Bookbinder Smurf" is because they would like... help take care of Brainy's books because it's extremely common for his books to incur damage in the show. So this sona would like help "fix up" the books and protect them and stuff (even though I have no actual bookbinding skills irl LOL). And I thought it was a bit funny/interesting to have Brainy the self-appointed assistant have a self-appointed assistant of his own. He'd like the veneer of Officiality that would give him for sure.

(An IRL friend of mine like lightheartedly bullied me about Bookbinder Smurf omgggg and this was like. years and years later when I'd forgotten about the sona and then my friend found it and just. omg)

As for the present day, I really got no idea! It's just something I haven't really thought about at all. My place in relation to canon remains, as is often the case, comfortably outside of it! XD All power to self-inserters though again like I said. I really love seeing the stuff a lot of my friends come up with. But yeah it's just not my general personal approach, really.

13. What are your lore/worldbuilding headcanons?

Yesss this is something I really enjoy, looking at the smurfs as a Species, a Society, their history and how did they get here etc etc! So, I published an incomplete draft of a fic a while back, The Law of Murphy, which I still intend to return to and improve/finish when I can, that starts getting into some of this stuff. But it's important to note that I was very much inspired by other content/fics that exist out there. Well, I have one specific fic in mind - the one called "Brainy's Glasses" which does its own worldbuilding/explanations about smurfs and their history which really inspired me, but I still kind of sought to adjust to something different for my own thoughts/ideas.

One idea proposed by the fic Brainy's Glasses (for anyone reading this, if you're not aware, this fic was NOT written by me lol but I love it) which I thought was really cool was the notion that Baby Smurf's magical abilities are actually the default state for all smurf babies to exist in... The idea is, there was a time where baby smurfs would just... land in the forest at random; there was no designated village for them to land in - so the new baby smurfs would need to fend for themselves and would mostly grow up solitary, so they would have a lot of magic when being a vulnerable baby in order to protect themselves from danger, and then that magic would fade as they got older as they learned new/different skills in order to protect themselves and survive.

(The fic had an explanation for why this didn't happen for all the smurfs in the village to not have had that magic growing up btw, it all tied together neatly enough. And also gave a backstory for Brainy's poor eyesight too - hence the fic title "Brainy's Glasses"! I recommend anyone reading this to check out that fic if they're curious enough, it's a good read ^_^)

Now, there are pros and cons to a headcanon like that - if you use it outside of the context of that specific fic, then like... you'd still have to "explain" why e.g. all of the smurfs didn't have Baby's abilities when they were young, since they don't seem to have (if you want to be canon compliant). And it also detracts from the notion that Baby is Special(TM). And I like to believe that Baby just happens to be a really really Special Guy for any number of possible reasons. So it's a fun headcanon to consider but yeah I don't necessarily "adopt" it for the canon itself.

But let's look at another headcanon that "Brainy's Glasses" story gifted me with - the notion that smurfs, back in a time when they were mainly solitary creatures that grew up fending for themselves, generally just had the name "Smurf" because if they weren't in contact/communication with other smurfs, there was no real need to distinguish.

I took that notion and modified it for the story draft of The Law of Murphy. So here are some possible headcanons/ideas about smurf society/history that I (began/want to) explore in that fic:

Smurfs used to live collectively in a village historically, just like in the "present day" of the show canon. But they were a lot more "closed off" from the outside world and insular back then, and more suspicious/"hostile" to outsiders/places outside the village compared to the "present day" canon.

Every single smurf used to uniformly be called "Smurf". No modifiers. Everyone would be treated interchangeably - they still recognise each other to like, be individual beings, but that individuality simply isn't deemed important to them or matter a whole lot. Everyone's just called "Smurf" because that's all they really like, need to get by with. Also, everyone dresses identically - no outfit modifiers. Uniformity. Except for the village leader who does wear a different colour akin to present-day canon.

Over time, modifiers to names would get very slowly introduced... but it still wouldn't be a smurf's official name. So instead of "hey, Smurf, come help me with this" it might become "hey, happy Smurf, come help me with this" (where "happy" does not denote a name or an expected default/standard state of being, but rather, merely the present state of being - a smurf who just happens to be cheerful and be in a good mood at that present moment). This would kind of be necessary, because if everyone is called Smurf, if you were to only say "Hey Smurf, can you help me with this?" every smurf in hearing distance may think you were talking about them. If you instead say "Hey, Smurf in a particularly good mood, can you help me with this?" or "Hey, Smurf holding a hammer right now, can you help me with this?" then only that specific smurf knows to respond.

This would evolve into a kind of pseudo-name... like... "happy Smurf" might become a smurf's default point of reference if they are in a good mood often enough to get referred to in that way. Still not an official name, they still might get referred to in different ways, or as just "Smurf" but nonetheless.

This would just keep becoming more commonplace until official names become the norm, like in the cartoon

All of this is inspired by comics lore and how things kinda work(ed) in the comics, with the comics having been in a later transition stage to having regular names, but still seemingly in an "earlier" stage compared to 80s cartoon lore in terms of their approach to names vs "basic way to distinguish one smurf from another, but not necessarily an official Name per se" (language obviously place a role here too I think, just the structure of French in the comics vs English in the 80s cartoon)

Same thing with outfits. Everyone (except Papa) dressed the same in the beginning of the smurf comics, but that changed over time. (Even Brainy didn't have his iconic glasses at first). So yeah, this was me taking inspiration from smurf comics and applying it to like headcanons for smurf history for the show.

Additional worldbuilding/lore headcanons/thoughts:

I've spoken about this before on this blog, but: Smurfs used to have absolutely no concept of gender whatsoever. When they had some interaction with humans, the humans assumed the smurfs were all male and gendered them with he/him accordingly etc. Smurfs, still without any concept of gender, weren't even aware of how they were being perceived/gendered, having a concept they didn't have applied to them by outsiders, so they couldn't exactly "correct" the humans if they never realised the misconception in the first place.

They accept (and adopt) he/him pronouns as default (and from their perspective, genderless) as influenced by the humans. So when they interact with other humans in future, they will readily use he/him, but both parties having a different understanding - smurfs still have no concept of what gender is despite use of the pronouns, while humans' assumption that they have a concept of gender and are all male is reinforced by the smurfs' use of he/him pronouns among themselves.

Over time, smurfs and smurf society comes to be slightly more influenced by outsider humans, and learns about (and adopts) the human concept of gender. Because they have all been using he/him for so long at this point, and the humans have been gendering them all as male for so long, they simply naturalise/"assume" the notion that they are all male. (I know pronouns are not gendered and not necessarily a marker of gender - anyone of any gender can use any pronoun - but the correlation of "he/him" with "male" is a driving force behind the naturalisation of "maleness" in smurf society, because of human influence/perception).

By the time of the 80s cartoon shows' generation, human concepts of gender have been very naturalised/adopted.

Smurfs used to use smurflanguage a lot more heavily. This is influenced (somewhat) by comic canon and such too - smurfs can talk in a way that's not understood by humans (they just conveniently don't most of the time because the human readers of the comic/watchers of the show need to be able to understand them lol). So I'm gonna assume in the Past when there was less influence from humans their language was a lot more heavy on the use of "smurf"! And they lost it quite a bit over time.

There's more that I like to think about, and am still trying to figure out, but I did write quite a lot already, so... :3.

#smurfs #the smurfs #chuckletons #ask #asks #thanks again <3 #long post

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hattiestgal · 4 months ago

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I want to ask about plurality and system stuff, but I don't have a specific question in mind aside from like, how your syscovery went, and I'm not sure how personal of a question that is, so... I dunno, just infodump about something else if you're not comfortable talking about that. I'm just generally curious to hear about what things are like for other systems.

I believe you're asking about how I figured out I was a system? If so, it starts off a little intense, but I'd love to share!

So- it was a good few months back now, but I figured it out when my girlfriend was visiting... at the time, my brain was also gearing itself for a complete uprooting of the self due to me suddenly not quite clicking with Riley (my now headmate) as a sona anymore. You can actually see some posts about it from around that time where I was absolutely distressing.

Anyhow, this eventually turned into thoughts of possibly being a system- composed of (at the time) Riley, and another person, which I had puzzled out to be Jack (Another now headmate of mine) at the time. This turned out to be kind of true, not too soon after Jack properly spoke through me, and was around to see my girlfriend off when I was feeling emotionally unstable. Not too soon after that, Riley (who didn't realize they were a separate self from me) got left to their own devices for a bit, and immediately got pumped about the whole idea (and being VERY energetic at my aufiences and friends, ehehe). Violette popped up not too soon after, and well- the rest is history so far!

To elaborate on the proper catalyst that had started the rift between Riley and I, it turns out I had simply just drawn them in some situations they felt uncomfortable being depicted in, and was finally starting to give me some pushback. We've talked things out since then, though, and we are on very happy terms now... if their regualar teasing and otherwise friendly banter is anything to go off of, ehehe

#hat answers #i kinda forgot how intense this got at the beginning #but! its been a happy thing since then ehehe

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goo-dripley-art · 8 months ago

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whered you get your ideas for your ocs? all of them are so silly and abstract (/pos)

inspo is always a mixed bag most of the time, mostly just whatever im interested in at the time!

this is prob gonna be a long one, so i'll put it utc

OKAY SO!

I'll start with the deltarune ones since those are the Easiest to explain, then ill talk about my actual Original guys lol

Cabelle is based around conspiracies and more out-there gaster theories obv, but her main inspo also comes from a tweet i saw like eons back that was essentially just: "mark my words the chapter 3 boss is gonna be like the history channel or smth". that always stuck with me, wanted to do smth with it!

Hero was based around a hyperfixation at the time, that being Murder Miners, this old xbox craft shooter my friend got me into. always loved those offbrand minecraft things, little me would be playing Survivalcraft and Eden all the time on my old busted ipad.

other ones aren't as clever or deep, like blanca being based off that berdly dialog, or peann and dexter just. being objects without much else lol

Outside of those, a lot of my characters are mishmashes of games and character's that've stuck with me through the years! for example, heres some sonas/dudes from a story/website thing im still workin on: mlmty

I didnt start with these character inspo templates, but they help organize how i wanna write em and whatnot fghjk

Sometimes the inspo will come from art as well, like my weird interdimensional private eye dude Ampersand here! He's directly inspired by a specific painting, which is next to him here

(Kazimir Malevich's Suprematism, 1916–17, Krasnodar Museum of Art)

A lotta the times though, I'll just end up doing a quick doodle and. by some cosmic force of the universe. will just end up sticking around??? like Jungo and Gren for example, they BOTH started off as dumb lil joke doodles

+old bonus progression thing

and now they're just actual dudes

basically, fuckton of varied inspo throughout the years

That, and also getting a lot of inspiration from my friends and what they do... that's the biggest inspo of all!

thats basically it??? dunno, was never too good at explaining this kinda stuff dfghjkl

#mailbox

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dereliction-if · 6 months ago

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Hi Sai 👋

I'll be honest (kind of ashame for admitting it) my MCs are more like Self-sona of me 😅 what ? can't i imagine living in a fantasy world like everybody thought at least once ? Isekai you know lol

i get as close as possible from what i look like, with the few/multiple options i'm given + the Thaoraq features. For the personality, i take the choice close to what i could have probably answer IRL or decide to act like a badass/outspoken girl during some decisions all the while keeping a sweet personality most of the Time.

So yeah the main personality traits are : kind, polite and quiet/introvert (with some badass here and there)

In a world like Dereliction and with how much info i know, i think a sweet MC can be possible. Mainly in childhood with the parents who are lovely ones, but also with some of the ROs (i'll talk about them next paragraph) especially if they are close to MC or not seeking conflict with MC.

In order of romance :

Solas (because childhood Friend to lover is a sweet one and the most lavable RO in IF)

M!Jia (because puppy love is cute and a sweet MC could work well with him)

Darius (the romance just sound sweet to me)

M!Havu (i can fix him.. Nah just kidding. Because i believe a sweet MC could be a nice change in a certain way ?)

+ imagine the guilt/heartwrenching feeling after using/hurting MC (like Alex in his route with a sweet MC) 😏

I would like to know more about Serjan, he married a Thaoraq so his love life could be also some type of what if would possibly happen if MC dates Solas for example.

I would also like to know Gareth (buddy has a name but not a face or presentation)

More about the parents too specially the dad with all the bullshit he goes through as King's right arm.

Now to know in game or not, well it just depends of the information which will be share or given to me during our regular conspiracy theory share ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

-sarah

YOUR MC & some LORE!

Damn Sarah,

thanks for the insight! I loved reading your perspective.

I know it may still be hard to create a specific Mc with that little details you have, but yeah, self inserting is actually a way i find very fascinating. I think it offers a good opportunity to learn something about ourselves. So yeah I'll root for you and your Mc 😂🫶🏻

I think your Mc will def encounter some... challenging situations in this world, but also very heartwarming ones for sure.

Your choice of ROs will also allow you to discover a lot of lore hidden deep down in this world. People who just play one path or focus on spending time with just one character will risk missing out on some mysteries, drama, politics and more. So you have a good cut here!

Ah your uncle Serjan, yes...

Him and your aunt have a very fulfilled life. Yk all the cheesy fully in love thingy 💁🏻‍♀️ your uncle is absolutely smitten with your aunt. Her strong personality, unique sense of humour and overall cheerful demeanour is what had your uncle fall for her. Your uncle on the other side is rather reserved and observing, yet warm and soft to those he cares about.

He is the finest armourer in the country, his craftsmanship well-known beyond the kingdom. He primarily works for the king personally, as well as for his guards. Your aunt on the other hand is a scholar, specialized in history and politics, working at the court. They own a little house a bit away from the castle, in the middle of the city, halfway to the nearby forest.

🤔 what else? Their relationship to your parents is solid, warm, even though work doesn't allow to see each other too often, they make sure to visit as much as possible and on special occasions.

You and your parents live in another city / town...

Your father and the Lord have a good relationship overall. It's a respectful and loyal one. It's not always easy tho because while your father is his subordinate, he does not hold back with his opinion when he considers it to be the right thing. Luckily your father has the knowledge and experience to prove his point. So far so good, right ?

Oh Gareth... yeah, that boy works for your father. The best way to describe his position would be to call him your father's squire. And your babysitter lmao He is around 6 years older than you. And well, he actually likes you. Why? I don't know... you tell me! He's a confident boy unless he's in the presence of your father. He is always up to no good, has a lot of friends, who you'll also meet, and I would describe him an optimist.

Hope that was a bit of an insight for you 😁✌️

#dereliction if #adult fiction #interactive fiction #dark fantasy #interactive novel #upcoming if #interactive story #if game

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mi-rae07 · 2 years ago

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Choi San : Guns And Diamonds (Part 1/3)

Pairing : Choi San (Ateez) and named character (Jung Sona)

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A/n: This story ends on a...meh sort of note, so I will write one more part to this if people actually end up reading this (lol).

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San walked hastily into the garden area of the mansion, the party music blasting behind him as he breathed heavily, tears brimming his eyes as the sight of his wife in another man's arms ran repeatedly through his mind. Sona ran behind san, trying not to trip over her own dress or heels. She needed to explain her side, somehow. She finally found san crouched on the ground, small sniffles ringing around the place as she ran up to him and said breathlessly

Sona : San! Honey, I'm...I swear, I'm sorry. What you saw, that was just...a-a moment, it meant nothing to me-

San : stop talking.

Sona : no you need to listen, you have to, for our sake. I have only ever loved you, san. I don't ever need another man when I have you-

Sona cut herself off as san stood straight, scoffing at her words as he wiped his tear stained cheeks with shaky hands and whispered

San : such lies.

Sona : I'm saying the truth, please!

San : THEN TELL ME WHY WERE YOU KISSING HIM JUNG SONA!

Sona flinched, lowering her gaze as she said

Sona : He-he said if I didn't, he would do something-

San : and what the fuck would that be?

Sona : tell the world about our son.

San let out a shaky breath, looking away as he ran his hand through his hair. Sona held his hands in hers as she said, desperation lacing her tone

Sona : san. Please, you have to know I would never cheat on you, and our family. I could never.

San : how am I...how am I supposed to trust you, sona.

Sona frowned at that, feeling her heart tear apart at her husband's words. She had only done all that thinking san would understand and do something about it when she told him about the rival. But now it turns out, he didn't even believe her.

Sona : 13 years, san. 13 years and you still think I am capable of doing something like this?

San : because that's what I saw, sona! I saw the way you were in his arms. You looked like...like you were actually enjoying it-

Sona : BECAUSE I HAD TO! OTHERWISE HE WOULD KILL MY SON, CHOI SAN! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL RIGHT NOW?

San : god.

Sona : why do you think we ever even had to do this in the first place, huh? It's because you're a fucking mafia! If you weren't, our son would never have had to live in such solitude and I wouldn't have had to feel like some sort of slut!

San : so this is my fault now? You agreed to all of this sona.

Sona : yeah, unfortunately.

San stared at sona, speechless. He had just seen his wife in his rival's arms a few minutes ago, kissing him as if her life depended on it. And he had thought what every person would, which caused him to run out of the building where the party was happening at, feeling like throwing up. And then sona had ran behind him, pleading him to listen as san screamed internally in frustration and anger.

He didn't know what to feel anymore, whether or not to trust sona or think that he was one at fault here.

Sona shook her head as she said

Sona : get in the car, san, I wanna go home.

Sona walked away from him towards their car a few meters away from them, trying to hold in her tears. She felt disgusted with herself, and she had thought san would understand that. But it seems not, she should have known that.

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Sona opened the door to their house, taking her heels off as she threw it away before walking up to their son's bedroom upstairs. She couldn't look at san, not without doing something wrong. She slowly opened the door to se-hun's room, smiling as she saw her son sitting in his bed, reading a book. Of course he was reading a book about spaceships and it's history, all while being only 9 years old.

Sona : sehun-ie?

Sehun : eomma!

Sehun abandoned the book and ran to his mother, jumping into her arms as he squealed in happiness. He had always been a mommy's boy, but maybe that was because san spent so less time with his son, sehun barely even knew him. Sona chuckled and lifted her son up, twirling him as she ran her hand along his smooth black hair, just as his father's was.

Sehun : eomma, you took so long.

Sona : eomma is sorry baby. I'll try to come faster next time, hmm?

Sehun : okay! You smell so nice though. You wouldn't mind if I steal one of your perfumes do you?

Sona smiled at how innocent and pure her son was, always making sure to do the right things. This was why she wanted to hide sehun's identity, she couldn't let san's world corrupt their child, not when he was only 9.

Sona : normal thieves don't ask before stealing bun-bun.

Sehun : well, I'm not a thief so there's that.

Sona : you are a thief, though?

Sehun pulled back, staring at his mother with a confused frown. Sona booped his nose and whispered cheekily

Sona : the thief who stole my heart.

Sehun groaned as sona laughed from the hits she was receiving from her son as he said

Sehun : such bad pick-up lines, eomma.

Sona : ay, come on now! We both know your mother is the best at those.

Sehun : I'll let you have it because you're my mother, no other reason.

Sona giggled and kissed sehun on the cheeks before saying

Sona : shall I sleep with you today?

Sehun eyed sona's dress and said

Sehun : with this dress?

Sona : mhmm, it's quite comfortable, you know.

Sehun : what about your make-up then, you should remove it and then sleep-

Sona : aish don't be such a grandpa, get in the bed now. I'm going to turn off the lights.

Sehun smiled and jumped from his mother's arms, plopping down on his bed as he said

Sehun : you're being very unhealthy, eomma.

Sona chuckled as she turned off the lights and said

Sona : I know bun.

Sona soon got on the bed, sehun rushing to get in between his mother's arms as he inhaled deeply. Sona smiled and ran her hands along his hair, whispering to him

Sona : you're my biggest diamond, hun-ah. I love you so much.

Sehun : that's quite a big compliment considering you own an entire chain of jewellery shops.

Sona giggled as sehun smiled and said

Sehun : I love you more than my spaceships, eomma.

Sona : wah, my life is now complete.

Sehun : not yet, you have to live a long life for me, eomma. Only then can I grow up fast and shower you with all my money and provide you with the amount of happiness that you've always given me.

Sona pressed her lips together as she felt tears fill her eyes, being grateful that the lights were off so sehun couldn't see her. He'd burn the reason of her tears if he found out, in that way he was like his father.

Sona : eomma will.

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Se-hun opened his eyes, his eyes falling on the digital clock in his bedside table, 3am. He slowly turned to look behind, his mother's face still visible to him because of the moonlight as she sighed in deep sleep. Sehun knew his mother was a deep sleeper, so even if got up, she wouldn't really know. And so sehun slowly removed her arms off him, standing up from his bed as he wore his slippers quietly.

He was only 9, but he knew it when his mom was crying. She tried to be silent, and she was, but she hadn't realized the small water droplets falling on sehun's shoulders or her change in breathing pattern. Sehun had always been very attentive. And he could only guess who caused his mother's tears.

Sehun climbed down the steps, walking into the living room as his father's back came into his view. San was still sitting in the sofa, staring into nothingness as tears continued streaming down his eyes even after hours. He felt terrible, absolutely terrible. But as soon as he recognized his son's footsteps, he wiped his tears and composed himself, turning around to face his son with confused eyes.

San : sehun-ah?

Sehun : were you the reason eomma cried?

San felt his heart drop at those words, sona never cried in front of people. And for her to have cried in front of her son.

San : she…cried?

Sehun : yes she did, appa. Do you happen to know why?

San : sehun-ah.

Sehun : I don't wanna know why, I know it's not my business. But I also don't want to see my mother sad. And if you're the problem, then you must know how to fix it as well. So then please, appa, fix it. I don't wish to see my eomma cry another time.

San clenched his hands on the sofa, feeling half ashamed of himself now. He had hurt sona to the point their son had to come down at 3am and ask him to fix it. What was he doing as a husband and as a father then?

San : sehun-ah, appa…appa is sorry. For…for not being a better father to you. I wanna try, I do-

Sehun : you don't have to, I know you have other important things.

San : son-

Sehun : you don't have to be a better father to me, appa, just be a better husband for eomma. That's all I want from you. The other things that I wanted from you have already changed, I don't really have much hope when it comes to these cases anymore.

San felt his heart tear apart, now understanding why his father had always been right. Of course he was right, san could never be a good father or a good husband to anyone. All he was good for was killing people and bringing them pain.

Sehun : you should sleep now, appa, it's not healthy for you to stay awake the entire night. Goodnight.

Sehun turned and walked away from san, his small footsteps finally fading away as he shut his bedroom door behind him. As soon as san heard that, he let his tears fall, small sobs escaping his mouth as he fell on the floor. He shut his eyes, muffling his mouth with his hands as his sobs just continued growing louder. He wanted to be better, he so desperately did. But no matter whatever he did, it never seemed to work.

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6 years ago :

San entered his son's room with a spaceship toy in his hand, placing it next to sehun's cradle with bandaged hands. He had noticed how his son was always more interested in toys that related to space, rather than cars or guns as san had been when he was younger. And he was going to make sure sehun got every thing he wanted, even if san had to die for it.

San looked at the clock, realizing it was 3am. This was what, the 1000nth time san visited his son after he was long asleep. Ever since sehun was born, san would always come up to his bedroom at night, gazing at his son for god knows how long before returning to his wife's arms. There were days when sehun would wake up screaming and crying when he was a toddler, san turning off the baby monitor in order to not wake sona up before rushing to his son to cradle him. Nothing had given him the happiness sehun's sleeping figure gave him later.

He was his son after all, the most precious thing in his life apart from sona. When san first took this fragile being into his hands, he had promised the little being the entire world, to give him everything his own father never gave san. Everything san had done, he had done for sona and sehun. And there was nothing he wouldn't do either.

San took the 3 year old sehun in his arms, the baby nuzzling into san with a small gurgle. San smiled at his son, eyes filled with love and adoration for the person he and his wife had created. San patted his son's back softly before kissing his forehead as he whispered softly

San : my prince.

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Sona groaned as she opened her eyes, looking around as she realized that the blinds had opened slightly, letting sunlight fall right onto her face, and sehun's. sona put her hands over her son's face, blocking the sunlight as she clicked on a button that properly closed the blinds. She was about to get up from the bed when she heard sehun's voice

Sehun : the sun is actually quite good for us, you know.

Sona : you're awake?

Sehun : since two minutes.

Sona smiled as sehun sat up, rubbing his eyes as he said

Sehun : good morning, eomma.

Sona : morning bun-bun. Shall we go down for breakfast?

Sehun : ooh, it already smells nice from here.

Sona chuckled and nodded before getting up from the bed, opening the door and stepping out as sehun followed her. The both of them soon walked towards the kitchen, their eyes widening as they noticed san making pancakes with a very concentrated face.

Sehun : appa?

San turned around, smiling as he noticed his wife and son

San : morning! I made pancakes, sit down.

Sehun sighed and plopped down onto the kitchen dining table, yawning. Sona walked up to san as she said lowly

Sona : where are the maids, san?

San : I gave them a day off.

Sona : and your work?

San : I took a day off as well.

Sona blinked her eyes, confusion lacing it. San never took days off work, he basically couldn't and sona usually understood that. San nodded towards the kitchen table as he said

San : go sit, I'll bring the plates.

Sona let out a breath and sat down next to her son, smiling at sehun as san put the pancakes into the plates and placed it in front of them before saying

San : I've never cooked before, let's hope they're at least…eatable.

Sehun had a bite of the pancake, frowning as he started biting on it. Sona had some too, trying not to let out emotions. San looked at them excitedly as he asked

San : how is it?

Sehun : appa, you don't add salt to pancakes, you know.

The excitement vanished from san's eyes, his heart dropping.

San : so it's…bad then?

Sona : it's alright for a first time, I suppose.

Except that wasn't what san understood from sona's face. The pancakes just weren't good. San sighed and snatched both the plates from them, making sehun let out a noise of annoyance

Sehun : appa, what-

San : let's eat breakfast from outside then, your appa just can't cook apparently.

Sona stared as san threw the pancakes into the bin, his 3 hours of hardwork going down the drain. Sona saw the way san's eyes were droopy, sadness clearly visible in them.

Sehun : it wasn't so bad you had to actually throw them away like that.

San : I don't wanna force you both to eat something that isn't good. I'll just order something from outside, what do you want!

Sona sighed, as san picked up his phone, sehun jumping in to tell his father what he wanted.

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2 days later :

San drove his car towards their house, looking at sona who had her head rested against the passenger seat's window. She was still distant to him even after everything he tried doing. Cooking breakfasts, taking sehun and her to an amusement park san had rented, skiing, shopping, whatever he had done, sona still seemed distant. She would only sleep in sehun's room and would only talk to san about important matters. Sehun was the same as well, he still refused to talk much to his dad, except for the practical things.

San : sona-ya.

Sona : mhmm?

San : about the party a few days ago-

Sona : I don't wish to talk about it anymore, san.

San : but unless we do that, you're going to continue being so far away from me sona.

Sona : it doesn't make much difference though, does it? You still go to work before I wake up and come back after I'm asleep. We barely see each other so what does it matter if I'm distant or not.

San : but I've changed my work timings-

Sona : for what, a few days? You're going to go back to normal after a week or so san, or just watch.

San gripped the steering wheel hard as he said

San : I still need you, sona. You're still my wife, and I still love you.

Sona : those are all still just words, san. You don't really make it seem like I'm your wife.

San : so do you want us to just live like this then?

Sona : lot of married couples live this way, it doesn't really make a difference.

San : except I don't want to be like those people! We're supposed to be different, sona. I married you because I loved you and you agreed to it because you loved me. I want us to be an actual family with sehun, I don't want to pretend.

Sona : don't you still get it, san? There's no time to even pretend, none. You're not ever home, san.

San : I am now, aren't I? and I try to take the both of you to places, but you still don't seem satisfied, neither does sehun-

Sona : because you're taking us to deserted places! Places you've rented where there are no other people. Do you know? Sehun hasn't seen one single person apart from his tutor and the both of us in so fucking long, san! It's like he's…he's alone in this world. I can only do so much for him. Soon he's going to start asking why.

San bit his lips, feeling utterly helpless.

San : I'll…I'll find some way out for the both of you.

Sona scoffed as she said

Sona : no you won't. we're gonna continue living like this until all three of us crumble away, that's all that's going to happen.

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Sona entered their house, san following after her as he closed the main door behind them. Sona climbed up the stairs to go to sehun's room, leaving san alone. He had just taken off his shoes when he heard sona scream out

Sona : SEHUN! WHERE ARE YOU?

San's eyes widened as he ran up the stairs, bumping right into sona who was breathing heavily. She looked up at san with scared eyes as she said

Sona : san! San, my baby, where…where is he?

San's ears caught the small sounds coming from away, the sound of small sniffles.

San : no.

San ran to his office room, his heart beating hard against his chest as he realized that his office room had been open. He had forgotten to lock it when he left, and his files, sehun-

San paused on his tracks as sona ran further inside the room, finding her son crying against the large desk, papers and files scattered around him as he wailed. San stood right at the center of the room, watching as sona kneeled down and hugged her son who cried against his mother's chest. Sona looked at the papers around her, the gruesome pictures of the rivals san had killed and other files coming into her view. Putting that together with sehun who was crying his heart out against sona's chest, she knew he had finally found out.

Sona : god, no.

Sona felt sehun lift his head from her chest, his sobs now turning into angry sniffles as he looked at his father who was just staring at the papers blankly. Sona tried holding sehun's hand, half knowing what was going to happen next

Sona : sehun, no-

Sona cut herself off as sehun stood up, walking towards his father as he asked

Sehun : you're…a gangster?

San closed his eyes, feeling his head spin. There was nothing he could do anymore, it was too late.

Sehun : even when you were a terrible father, I thought you'd be a good human being, at least. But this? Everything we have, every single toy you've bought me, it's by the money you gained by killing people, murdering them mercilessly. And you keep pictures of them like it's some sort of…trophy.

San couldn't bring himself to defend him by saying he killed only the bad people who hurt the good ones, or that he had kept his photos for any cases in the future. He knew he didn't deserve to be defended, he was indeed a bad man.

Sehun turned to his mother as he asked, tears falling down his eyes

Sehun : eomma, how could you bring yourself to love this monster?

San pressed his lips together, trying his best not to break down crying. Sona shook her head at sehun as she whispered

Sona : sehun-

Sehun : we have to leave. Being with this man is going to kill us, either he will or one of his rivals will.

Sona felt tears brim her eyes as sehun scoffed and looked at his father

Sehun : how am I supposed to tell anyone you're my father? I myself feel ashamed of you, imagine other people then. My entire life, I kept thinking why I wasn't allowed to go out, or have any human friends. I thought it was because you were scared for me, and I found some comfort in that. But no, it's because you're afraid someone would kill me just the way you killed their son.

Sona : sehun, stop.

Sehun : I hate you, with every fiber of my being, I hate you and I wish I had never gotten a father like you. You not only bring pain to me, but also to my mother. And for that, I will hate you my entire life.

San looked at his son with tear filled eyes, his entire face red as his body practically trembled.

Sehun : because of you, neither my mother nor I can have a happy life. Because of you, we're cursed.

Sehun took off the silver ring he had always worn in his left index finger, the ring that san had given him when he turned five. The ring he had never taken off since then, always a reminder of his father. San had a matching one as well, in his left index finger. All of them knew how much that ring meant to san, and sehun taking off his, would scar san.

Sona : no, no no sehun-

Sona cut herself off with a gasp as sehun threw the ring at san, making a tear fall from san's eye as sehun said

Sehun : I am not your son anymore.

Sehun walked away from the room, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran to his bedroom. San fell on the ground, clutching his heart as sobs escaped his throat. Sona whimpered and moved closer towards san, holding his trembling hand in hers as she said

Sona : san-ah, baby please, sehun-

San : go to him.

Sona : what? No, you-

San : go to sehun, sona. He needs you now.

Sona : but you need me more.

San : it doesn't matter, I shouldn't matter. Sehun is more important, just go to him. I'll be fine.

Sona : that is not true.

San : please, go.

Sona gave san one last look before rushing out of the room, leaving san there alone on the ground. San searched for the ring sehun had thrown off with shaky hands, his blurry vision making it hard. But he finally grasped it as san held it close to his chest, sobbing in pain as he felt the edge of the ring bruise his palm from the force. But san could care less about the pain, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now anyway.

He had just lost his son.

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#choi san #san #san ateez #san angst #san fluff #ateez angst #ateez fluff #kpop angst #kpop fluff #ateez ff #san ff #kpop ff #angst #ff

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polarized-here · 2 months ago

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I wanna hear more about Sora and Tori (they both look very huggable and I LOVE their designs :3)

Waugh!!!! SANKU!!! (I also forgot to say SANKU earlier with the comment over Astor’s hair since I was debating how I wanted to answer that ask but!!!! SANKU for both those comments!!!)

Funny you say these two, because they’re both Old DND characters I’m reusing. Tori for an MHA dnd campaign, and sora was some other older ones. Their lore is changed just for this story :)

Tori is quite easy to answer—they’re the adoptive sibling to Blitzen, whom you’ve probably seen before on my blog! She’s an Oc I made for Bagel’s world that I’ve never talked about much! But yeah, they’re so silly!!! To me!!! So… back to Tori they don’t have much lore other then the fact that they’re the worrier sibling, they have plenty of passions, and is quite popular! They just love being the center of attention as long as their friends get some of it too!

Taking numerous classes focusing on flight dynamics and applying those theories and principles to their own flight, (whenever they can, again; due to heavy governmental regulations over powers. But also, it’s a small city, so it’s not really much of a problem compared to a more densely populated town!) they’re thinking about definitely being a hero, with plenty of people constantly telling them to pursue that, but they want to keep themselves open. Not susceptible to only being one thing. Since they’re so well known, they feel as if people only really have ‘one’ set perception of them—something that’s an incomplete reflection of them. Their complexities, etc etc etc.

but enough of that!

Sora! My very first ‘OC’ really, probably more of an old sona I had since I exclusively played a specific character archetype in DnD & race since I’m broke. But they were a blue Dragonborn (with a tail because I’m nice) grave domain cleric that I really liked and drew a lot :)

They are more concerned with medical pursuits, and trying to find a definitive answer as to why people themselves gained these powers, where did it start? Was it truely divine intervention and prayer? Because even atheistic individuals have been given powers. No loss to it. Was it a rogue set or pair of genes? Was it accidental exposure to not so safe stuff? At such a global scale. It’s difficult to pinpoint why. So they also take classes in studying religion.

Because of their interest in medicine. They really like traditional medicine, more necromancy themed religions, and history of herbs, etc etc etc, basically they like medicine and herbs along with orthodox medicine practices—while naturally being mindful to only mix ones properly.

Sora is quite susceptible to suspicious thoughts of others—and while means well, can jump to irrational conclusions after too much deductive reasoning. So a running gag is that they often suspect Beel, Felix, and Anzu being correlated in some way to the new vigilante.

They chose the three worst people for that, of course. They do mean well, but they’re also that meme yk… so it’s okay :,)

#answered #Tori (OC)#Sora (OC)#polar’s OCs #dem0nguy #polar’s asks #SANKU FOR THIS ONE!!!#I love these goobers. Tori needs more lore #Beel (OC)#Anzu (OC)#Felix (OC)

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drivingsideways · 2 years ago

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On watching Pathaan

I don't want to talk about the film itself, which was a shock to my system- it's been several decades since I watched a Bollywood "masala" film, so I'd evidently missed the part where they've apparently forgotten almost entirely how to make those. The Bollywood masala films I grew up with weren't clever or technically fabulous or intellectually satisfying (though a few were all of those); that wasn't what you went to the theatre for. You went to feel twenty different emotions in the space of two hours and forty five minutes, and come out (literally) sweaty and fulfilled, with a earworm that wouldn't leave you for a month. Pathaan ostensibly belongs to that category of films except that it's not: it's a film that seems afraid of emotions, big or small; of dialogues with multi syllable words; of silences, of empty spaces; in the end it's a film that resists both thought and feeling, and provides only simulacrums of both.

And yet?

This entirely made-by-subcommittee exercise in soullessness is rescued by one fact: that it has Shahrukh Khan. You cannot, physically, make a movie without feeling once it has Shahrukh in it. You can try (and boy, does Sidharth Anand try ) but if you want to see how one man's personality entirely WARPS a narrative, just consider this: "Pathaan" never gets a "real" name onscreen. He's not Raj, Rahul or Kabir. He's just Pathaan: a man adopted by an entire village in Afghanistan; and adopted here, in his "homeland" as well; at this point in his career, everyone knows that Shahrukh is of Pathaan ancestry himself, so the movie is literally just calling him what someone probably once called his grandfather or great grandfather.

See: if this had been an Akshay or Ajay or even Salman movie, it would have been nothing but crass misogyny and militant nationalistic jingoism start to finish and it doesn't entirely escape either of those things even now; but the moment you have Shahrukh and those eyes of his which feel everything, and show everything, you just can't make that film. You'd be laughed out of the room. The movie had to literally acknowledge this when it has a character say of "Pathaan": the others are calculated, methodical, but Pathaan? He thinks with his heart.

Yeah, baby. That's blorbocore, ok?

You can't think your way to Shahrukh, you can't reason your way to him; you have to feel him. It's a binary state: you either do, or you don't. It has been that way since he burst into national consciousness with Fauji (1989) , big nosed and pimply-skinned; and it's that way now, when he's fifty seven and got six pack abs and smooth skin in post.

You have to look into his eyes and see the truth there: (love conquers everything)

Every tiny bit of truth gleaming gold in the muddy riverbed that is Pathaan comes not from the elements of the film itself, but from who Shahrukh Khan is, to us, in this moment of our history; who he has been to us in the last three decades; the man who made grannies and children laugh and cry; who set the standards that women of my generation would judge men against; our sona, our kintsugi, in a country that always seems to be on the verge of an irreparable fracture, and somehow, so far, hasn't given up. We shouldn't exist, yet here we are. We don't know where we'll be tomorrow, but that's for tomorrow.

I know there are many reasons for Pathaan's success, but one of them, surely ,is this: that we wanted him to win. Nobody in public life in the last three decades has embodied our ridiculous, laughable dreams and our spectacular failures as he has; he was-and is- our guy, hamara, the one who said watch me , I'm going to do the impossible, and it's going to be fun. And we did. I know people are watching Pathaan for all sorts of reasons, but one of them is surely this: that we loved him in the way we love ourselves, that we missed him in the way we miss ourselves; that when the chips were down, we came out to see this ageing superstar reinvent himself, do the impossible once more; that when we walked into that theatre, we were saying, go on, shona, do your thing, we're watching you, we're still here.

#shahrukh khan #i am filled to the brim with love and melancholy #when this man goes the way of all flesh #if i am still around #a part of me will be with him in the earth #and i will be inconsolable for the rest of time #you think i exaggerate but i do not #pathaan (2023)

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