#<- censored so it doesn't show up in searches i do love the guy but man oh man what is happening with the rampant mischaracterisation

[sneak-a-cat]

the tragedy of a fan favourite character being mischaracterised to hell and back until they are practically unrecognisable when compared to the original canon

[zarathelonewolf]

GACHIAKUTA 116 AKA I HATE THE RESULT. OF THE USA ELECTIONS BUT I LOVE GACHIAKUTA SO I WILL FOCUS ON THAT

This is literally what it says on the tin.

I will not bore you with a discussion on the elections. They were shit. Period. I hate that Harris lost.

Someone liked the previous version of this post which I just eliminated because I have now posted THIS post, after erroneously thinking that Tumblr hadn't registered it (it was not showing on my blog). Sorry for the person that liked the previous post, @orngbanana, this is the actual post.

Having said that I need to distract myself from the mess, so I shall talk about Gachiakuta's 116 Issue, my oh my, such good things it gave me! Since, you know, THREE OF MY MAIN POOKIES ARE IN IT! AT THE SAME TIME! AND THEY'RE ALL GORGEOUS!

Let's talk about it!

As we suspected, there is a huge chunk of history between the moment that the Sphere and Ground split from each other, and the moment Rudo fell. There are records of those lost times, however they haven't been kept well, or maybe they've been censored.

Corvus wants to investigate them. He wants to obtain the lost info. Like Kuro as well. Which makes me think that Corvus and Kuro really are the same person: Corvus's goal of Finding Out What Happened After Whatever The Heck It Was That Split The World In Two™ and Kuro's goal of Gaining Back The Memories Missing From My Brain Who Has Shapeshifted Too Much™ can align and coincide. Also, if the first Cleaner Corvus references is the same as the "friend" he mentions, and it ends up being Canis, there's little room for theories that don't have "they're the same person" as an outcome.

Corvus is being too hard on himself in my opinion. Of course he's a leader and carries responsibility for the Cleaners, however the Cleaners themselves are "using" the organization for their own wants and needs, like protection, a sense of belonging, a search for power. Rudo himself has his own goal. He also finds Arkha to be a honest man, and is surprised upon hearing the opinion Arkha has of his actions. To Rudo, being honest has a greater importance than being "righteous". "Righteousness" has led to Rudo's fall.

Rudo himself makes Arkha notice the bigger picture, I think. He "accepts" Corvus's need to "use him", especially because Corvus has proclaimed that he wants to help Rudo. Rudo makes Corvus realize that what him and the Cleaners have is a "collaboration" and not "exploitation", since both sides get something they are looking for.

I really like the detail of Corvus's eye tattoo closing and crying. Rudo's growth warms my heart just as much as yours, big guy.

Now, unto Zodyl!

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Yeesh.

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YEESH!

This boi has a lot of trauma!

So, we finally get a glimpse into the man's past, and it is not pleasant.

I have two theories about this, and they all derive from the obvious implication that the people carrying Zodyl away from his mother and sister are trash worshipers.

There are two theories in my mind: the Initiation Ritual one, and the Kidnapping one.

INITIATION RITUAL: The tribe of trash worshipers has a ceremony that decides whether or not they have worshiped trash correctly, and if there are bad things coming for them in the future. It is also a ritual of initiation for their children, who will be "blessed" by the trash that falls upon them. Their children are brought in the spot where the trash storm happens and left there. I assume that both the children that die and those that survive the trash storm are considered blessed due to the simple fact that they could stand underneath the godly trash as it fell, and yet at the same time, if a lot of children die it means that the tribe didn't worship trash correctly or that the following years are going to be harsh... Or maybe they think the opposite, that it is good because the children didn't die of old age or disease but because the trash touched them? Idk. Zodyl doesn't want to undergo the ritual, and I shall assume that he does not want his sister to do so, either: his mother is an ambiguous figure to me, is she protesting it too, reaching for her son like he is reaching for her? Or does she stand to the side, allowing the ceremony to take place? Does she approve or was she forced into silence?

KIDNAPPING THEORY: Maybe the trash worshipers are so devout to the trash that they think everyone, even those that don't want to worship it, should have contact with it. That could be why Zodyl is resisting the "baptism" so much (though it could also be true if he was raised among the worshipers but I digress).

Welp! No matter which of these theories is true, the first one seems very plausible to me. Zodyl seems to hate the Sphere's methods of waste disposal for sure, and he seems to consider trash worshipers as very naive on the surface, and if full for hatred for them deep inside. They "took" something from him: maybe his family died under the trash storm. He emerged victorious though... And vowed to take instead of having stuff be taken from him. He isn't going to be deprived again: he shall be the one to make the first move.

Lastly, I am thinking that the peak of sadness for Zodyl would be the origin of his coat's power.

Watchman Jinki seem to have a penchant for choosing owners that have a lot of trauma, deeply rooted issues, and empty void to fill. The coat, I assume, is no exception. He adapted to Zodyl due to his upbringing, and as a consequence, gave itself the power... to shapeshift according to what he eats.

I had a "wait a minute" vine moment, but thanks to Reddit and my good little brain, I managed to figure out why, and it hinges heavily on the first theory, according to which Zodyl and family were raised among trash worshipers.

Trash worshipers also accept the moldy, ruined food that ends up falling from the sky as organic waste. I can only assume that trash worshipers also eat said organic waste, in order to be "one with the trash" or some shit.

This can easily be classified as traumatic. I doubt Zodyl liked eating moldy food, or scavenging moldy food. So maybe that's what the coat latched onto when it bonded with Zodyl.

I am reminded of Kuro's words about Zodyl, about the fact that Zodyl seems to be hiding the weaknesses of his powers from his Raiders. But I think the secret he keeps is deeper, I believe he is hiding his own weakness, his own longing that the coat manages to fill.

Urana's tweet about the sandwich Zodyl ate being made by Cthoni gives me even more happiness, comfort and relief than it did before. Even though Zodyl appears emotionless and is probably suppressing a lot of stuff, mainly with the help of the coat, someone has his back. Someone cares, even though he cannot bring himself to do so ever again and prefers being detached and practical.

Some questions this chapter raised:

Why weren't Enjin and Tamzy shown when Corvus explained that everyone in the Cleaners has their own goal? Is it because Corvus hasn't figured out what Enjin's deal is, and because he isn't sure of what Tamzy wants anymore because Tamzy is now suspicious in Corvus's eyes?

To what extent are the Raiders aware of Zodyl's past? Is Cthoni the closest to him?

The obvious one of "Are Corvus and Kuro the same person?"

Are these trash worshipers going to be more relevant than simple plot devices to explain Zodyl's worldview? Are they tied to the reason why the Sphere keeps throwing trash on the ground?

Is Canis the First Cleaner and/or Corvus's friend?

Having said that, happy life to everyone! Be like the populace of the Ground: keep living, stay safe, keep forging bonds with others and finding joy into the little things and that which society discards!

[qianoir]

IT3D 2 - Galaga vs. ET

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college students!WayV x Chinese fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, college au

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy cursing (censored), mentions of sex, nudity, love octogon, foreign humor, overbearing parents

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Preview < 1 < 2 < 3

Your stomach started to churn during the lesson so you pulled out a handful of white rabbit candy from the front pocket of your bag. There was more candy than school supplies in your bag so you generously handed a few each to Xiaojun and Kun, whose empty tummies thanked you greatly. The professor soon closed the lecture and the three of you headed out together.

"I don't suppose either of you guys have dance next?" You ask the two boys with a slight laugh.

Both shook their heads. Kun pulled out his schedule, "I have biology." Xiaojun was searching for something or someone behind you as he spoke, "My next class isn't until 2. I'm gonna go try to find one of my other friends. I'll see you guys later?" Kun and you farewelled Xiaojun’s take off.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the dance studio." Kun offered his arm, which you accepted. "You know where dance class is, but you aren't in it?" Kun shook his head, "One of my friends takes dance, as well. He got so lost this morning, I had to help him find the hall."

"Wow I wish I had a friend like you four hours ago.." You told him, remembering Xuejiao and her useless a.ss. Kun smiled, "He should still be in there. He has like 3 dance classes mixed in his schedule." You took note of this and unlinked your arm from Kun's as he delivered you to the dance hall. "Thank you for walking me."

"No problem. I'll catch you around. Good luck!" Kun waved good-bye as you walked into the studio. Immediately, you were hit with shocking sound waves and saw a few very skilled dancers performing some contemporary urban routine. You walked along the far wall to the back corner of the room to put your stuff down then unpacked your dance clothes and walked into the dressing rooms.

Dressing rooms in China are usually very strictly organized to separate genders. The room you walked into did not clearly decipher what gender it was made for, so you could only hope you chose the correct one. You turned a corner housing unoccupied lockers and.. a man fully clothed in ballet attire.. thankfully. The beautiful Asian man looked up from fixing his tights.

"I'm so sorry I thought this was the women's dressing room!" You stuttered, blushing in uncomfy embarrassment.

The man chuckled at you and stood up straight. "You're fine. Everything on this campus is co-ed." He said with a small eye roll. "Oh.. that's a little.. discomforting.." You said, dragging your eyes to the floor to avoid staring at the beautiful man's beautiful body.

He pointed to your dance clothes. "You're taking ballet?" You nodded. "So am I. The class is about to start.. you should get ready quickly." He walked past you, out into the studio.

The strange encounter gave you chills. You wondered if he was the friend Kun mentioned. After all, he was the fourth Asian guy you had seen today. Am I just like a magnet for cute Asian boys?

Taking his advice, you quickly got dressed and slipped out into the dance room where the instructor was already giving his new term speech. You tried to attract as little attention as possible as you walked to sit in an empty space on the floor, which was a little further ahead from the boy you previously met.

"So enough about myself, let's go around the room and have each of you introduce yourself and tell us about your dance background. Starting with blondie over there." The instructor points to a pretty girl with dyed blonde hair.

"Hi, I'm Hyo Yeon Kim, I'm from Incheon, South Korea and I have been dancing mainly hip hop since I was seven years old."

The class claps and this continues for every student. Then it's his turn. He sits up straight and waves around the room as he introduces himself.

"Hi, I'm Sicheng Dong. I'm from Wenzhou, China and I have specialized in traditional Chinese dance since I was 10 years old."

So Sicheng is his name..

Suddenly, the studio door bursts open with a petite Asian boy panting like he just ran the Great Wall.

"S.. sorry.. I'm late.. I slept through the alarms.. I never set." The boy fixes his dance clothes which were thrown carelessly over his body.

"That's ok, son. Come in and introduce yourself and tell us about your dance history." The instructor motions for him to join the group. The boy suddenly has so much energy and brightly greets us, waving his hand high in the air.

"Hi everyone!! My name is Chittaphon “Ten" Leechaiyapornkul! I'm from Bangkok, Thailand and I have been dancing since the womb!!" Everyone laughs at his personality, except Sicheng, who just rolls his eyes, but still smiles at the bubbly boy. Ten takes a seat on the floor next to Sicheng who offers him a hi-five. I guess all the Asians keep it tight here, huh?

"We're almost done, you there, go ahead." The instructor points to you and you straighten your spine before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm from Hong Kong and I have been dancing contemporary ballet since I was eight years old."

"Very good, Y/N. I think you will fit in nicely with our ballet class." The instructor nods at you before addressing the whole class, "Right, so we will continue to get into actual dancing in the next class. Thank you all for showing up, even if not on time." Everyone turns to Ten who just smiles cheekily in return. "Class dismissed."

You pick yourself up from the floor and decide to wait until everyone has changed to change yourself, since the idea of co-ed dressing rooms still doesn't sit well in your mind. While you wait in the corner, Ten and Sicheng walk towards you.

“Y/N, right?" Ten asks. "Yes, that's me." You smile. "We should hang out sometime! We have a whole clique of native Chinese friends you could be a part of."

"Actually I think I may have already met some of them. Do you know Dejun Xiao and Kun Qian?"

Ten nods enthusiastically. "Wow small world! I'll add you to a group chat with all of us. Give me your phone!" Ten takes your phone from your hands and starts typing your number on his own. The device is suddenly buzzing with new message notifications as it is returned to your hands.

"I can't be late to my next class- we can meet up later! See you, Y/N!!” Ten rushes out of the studio, leaving you and Sicheng alone in the corner.

"Sorry if he scared you. He can be a bit hyper." Sicheng says with a small grin. You wave him off, "It's fine. You should go change now."

"Are you waiting for me to change so you can be alone in the dressing room?" You stay silent. "If you've been taking dance classes since you were eight, you should learn that going out of your comfort zone is essential." Sicheng teases, but offers another option, "There is a better place to change if you're that uncomfortable with it, come on."

Sicheng leads you into the dressing room where you are met with various colors of boobs and a.ss cracks. You just look up and let Sicheng guide the rest of the way. You hear him giggle at your flushed face. You arrive at a spatial closet that is filled with hi-tech film equipment. "This is one of the theatre storage closets. Xiaojun and I hang out here a lot."

Sicheng looks around the room while you stand there, bag in hand and ready to change. His eyes land on you awaiting awkwardly in front of him and he realizes, "Oh sorry! I'll leave you to change." Sicheng apologizes and rushes out of the closet. You laugh at the quirkiness of the cute boy and start getting dressed up again.

Walking out of the storage closet, you see Sicheng waiting in the empty dressing room. He holds up your schedule as he notices you coming out. "You dropped this and I couldn't help but see you're free for a couple of hours. I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me and the rest of the guys in the group chat Ten added you to? My treat." He says, handing back your schedule.

You stuff the paper back into your bag, "I would love to."

"Awesome. Let's go."

The two of you walked around the campus and met up with five other Asian guys by the sculpted fountains, three of them being Xiaojun, Kun, and Ten. Xiaojun and Kun noticed you immediately. "Hey nice to see you again. I see you've met Winwin and Ten." You look at Xiaojun confused. "Winwin?"

"That's my nickname." Sicheng blushes. "You can call me 'Win.' It sounds manlier." He puffs his chest a little.

“Y/N, this is Lucas and Hendery. Hendery is from Macau and Lucas is from Hong Kong, like you!" Kun introduced you and Lucas gave you a hi-five, "Waaah what's up, little Hong Konger!?" You laugh as his hi-five pulls you into a bro-hug, where your face painfully smacks into his hard chest. "It's been a while since I've met someone from my hometown. What are you doing in America?" Lucas asked you.

"My parents wanted me to attend an Ivy League to become the best doctor in Hong Kong, so here I am with painful irony." You answered. "Cool, cool. I'm studying animal biology. I love animals, especially puppies."

"You are a puppy!" Ten calls out and everyone agrees. "We actually have a dog and two cats hidden in our dorm, but don't tell the DA." Lucas puts a finger to his lips.

"GUYS LOOK WHAT I JUST SCORED! THEY'RE GIVING OUT FREE CONDOMS!!"

The annoying, orange-haired, Taiwanese kid from your chem class ran to all of you with like 20 unopened condoms in his hands. All of the guys facepalmed and you just rolled your eyes at more of his immature behavior. Yangyang’s eyes fell on you and hid all of the condoms behind his back as he screeched, "What the hell guys!? Why did you invite a chick to hang out with us?? We can't have a girl knowing our manly secrets!"

"B!tch, you and I both know those aren't going to fit your 5’8” a.ss." You motioned to the golden X-tra large rubbers hiding behind his back. The guys except Yangyang laughed when his face started turning red, proving the accuracy of your assumptions.

"You two know each other?" Asked Xiaojun. "We have a.. history." Yangyang narrowed his eyes at you, stuffing the condoms into his backpack without breaking visual contact. "Get over yourself. We only met this morning." You scoffed. The young boy stuck his tongue out at me like he had done once before.

"Let's go eat. I'm starving." Hendery groans.

The group walks to the dining hall where different restaurants are catered to the students and staff. It was decided to eat at a Hawaiian rooftop grill. You sat near the edge with a great view of Manhattan. Winwin sat on your right with Lucas and Kun next to him. Xiaojun sat across from you with Hendery and Yangyang on his side, and Ten at the front of the long table. You looked over the menu placed in your hands.

"Get whatever you want, ok?" Win told you and you complied with thanks. The guys ordered a bunch of food for the table as well as for themselves; you ordered a simple ahi tuna poke bowl.

Upon the food’s arrival, Kun starts a conversation. "How is everyone's first day going?"

"My professor hit my wrist with a ruler because I said Galaga sucked." Yangyang answered. "You had it coming. You think ET: The Video Game should have made a comeback." Xiaojun attacked.

"None of you fools gave ET a chance." Yangyang crossed his arms and looked away.

"My calc professor ate an egg and bacon biscuit from Tim Hortons, then fell asleep." Win said as he stuffed his cheeks with macaroni salad.

"Did he ever wake up?" You wheezed and asked him.

"No."

"Hendery what's on your neck?"

"He got that good-good on the first day- my man!" Yangyang said with his cheeks full.

"Some kid in my aerophysics class launched a bottle rocket into my neck. It really hurts." Hendery replied, rubbing the sore area.

"D.amn."

...

"This dude in my psych class kinda packing no homo." Everyone groaned at Xiaojun’s comment, Ten just smiled and beamed him up.

Everyone finished eating and you offered to pay for yourself, but Winwin wouldn't allow it. You all walked back to the fountains you had met up. Yangyang, Hendery, and Kun left for their next class together. "What do you have next?" Win asked you. "I have biology." You replied.

"Oh you're with us!" You looked over at Lucas and Ten. Turning back to Winwin, "I'll see you later. Maybe we could have a movie night sometime this week, just you and me?" He proposed. "Sure. That sounds fun. Also thank you for buying me lunch, it was yummy." Win smiled at you. "No problem. I'll text you tonight." You nodded and parted ways with the lovely boy who walked with Xiaojun- the other lovely boy.

You walked off with the three Chinese boys, not looking forward to biology, but glad to spend the hour with your cool new friends.

To be continued…

*DA = dorm advisor

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