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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 1 year

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BOY BUTT

I MET MR KUNT AT BRPADWAY JUNCTION N I HAV HIS MUMBER . n i HAVLOST MI ASS CUZ OF FALLING DOWN THA STAIRS N A POLTERGEIST SOooooo now I HAV BOy butt. n HONEstly I Tink i also lost it from SAYING DED ASS TOO Mucho I maniFesteD it . :-\

iMADE A REMIX OF KISh ME on A GUITAR W A BROKEN N3cK tht goes LIK DIS .

“Kishh me

under the broadway junction stair case ,,

N let my . balls….

Swing swing ,

Oh so freeeee-eeely .”

i reAlized after snorting K mi friendz nailz in the dress aisle of Goodwill dat i will aLwayz AGREE TO THA golden Rule of Lyfe which is to NEVER step on the black part of the crosswalkz U can ONLY step on the white lineZ or u will LITERALLY DIE . N y is it more often than not , the things that we want r not the things we need and i feel like i’ll always be yearning for something more in store but the emptiness can’t b filled w just more of this n less of that n elaine says no one has good or bad luck just more or less of it .

Tha nxt time a strangwrr in a fox- pikachu costume cums up to meh n mi fwendz Wiff a guitar in tha wick n asks to sing Meh a song i will NO LONGER LIsten But buttle it by more fart jokez. Bc it has been yrs i hav had theese shower thoughts/questions/water based introspection: If u fart is it a culmination of all the farts around u cuz Ur breathing recycled farts in the air in side u ???? N on a. philosophical lvl. Nothing is original bitch. No one is original . Not even ur fooking fartsz.

Im tired of being so sexy and also so funny and also people expecting me to be the intimidating and mysterious and sexy person . I believe in kindness and being an internet troll n i grew up ugly n barely am making it to be kind of sexy within the last few years . So stop putting so much pressure on me Bith . Im literally an empath .

im Nvr going to party with scary Ukrainian fashion photographers again in greenpoint even tho they Hav free pizza <best food group> n their bosses r retired sexy models and also the closest deli near them has a free compOoter . N im done being strangers who drink old coffee at 2am’s outlets n shulder to cry on ab their exs w bpd . Cuz im empathetic to dat but also im tryna strictly VIOBE . N the vibeZ were not there . Plus i had an allergy attack n cried in the bathroom . :-/

i <3 waking up to phone calls at 7am/8am after i tried to induce sleep to myself w my 12MG mellytonin dissolvable tabletz N goin to get happie hour b4 it opens n debating new piercings n brainstorming new tattooz n stealing salt shakerz from restaurants w moi best fwendzzzz. It is so fukin Kold in Nyc n im waiting for my seattle he they cutie to move back to nyc so we can give each other allergy attacks by sniffing 2 many flowers at maria hernandez n then claritin n chill . N show them mi plushies . Cuz rn meow dating lyfe is like casual but I don’t need messy ass ppl . N i don’t believe in ghosting bc every1 deserves to have a convo but Meh . Thts objective lol . n It’s pointless to argue or submerge myself in a convo ive already had w someone where they have historically been defensive n Ugh lames . Only dating ppl like 23+ yr old n up now . :-]

I almost slapped the doggone giv a dog a bone dog shit out of the bouncer at purgatory N also this Girl who accused me of “cutting the line” at Elsewhere when i was guestlisted N also this person who narced on me the beg of the Yr at tha party but i chose world peace . N zen . N kava over stogies now . Smh . Miso soup over mala base , red hot chili peppers over deftones . Hot cheetos over takiz. Smh . i rly need my karma to reverse .

werk has been alrite n im soooo sad sag season is almost over . I realized i love cucumbers so much the last few wks n i am not afraid to show n tell ab it . i Love all the saggitiusrss in my life n i hav luved the consecutive bday parties ive gone to the last few weekz in which ppl have fallen asleep in their wolf costumes after doing One bump of K and screaming at Alexa to play Sleeping wiff sirenz. N trying to go to tinas but their hours r weird now apparently so we all end up at Sum random Dunkin Donut Hole place where my ex used to yell at meh at 6am . N i luv all of the he theys i hav met within the last few weekz who drink white clawz n have pretty faces n All the goth girls who also have snakebites who Kiss me n tell me if i wanted a sprite they would buy me a sprite . tho the tru drug of choice here is Vanilla coke , i Am extremely flattered . <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

ive been spending alot more time on tumblr cuz it Just feelzz rite n wayyyy better cuz now PORN ;0 isback here. n idk if yall rly kno but ya . tumblr is likebACK cuz twitter is kinda lamess now. sigh . playing in Parks w ex situationships r fun n even fugging in Bars called Bar r fun but i almost got choked out by my Ali express vivienne westwood necklace at the playground N tht shuld hav been a sign I shuld hav went home. idk y i alwayzz put mi heart on tha line 4 Ppl i kno kant rly take kare of it the way i want 2. Im Goin to b working my last shift at holiday market Thurs evening then going to LA p much rite after s000000. Ima try to pull sum rockstar shit there nalso make 100 dumplings w my mummy for xmas even tho Lunar yr is technically way better n Idk why We as taiwanese ppl even care ab xmas so much butt.

My boy butt says BYE!!!!!!! n Til nxt week ?! <3

xoxoxoX0 , meunster cheeze is not monsterous Believer/civil rites activist/where do i find gahndi fan fiction online/lactose intolerance lactaid pills thtr expired dnt work save urself n ur liver advocate , renny ;]]

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asolle · 2 years

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Click the link to Download or Stream Music Music Music Fall 2022 Episode 1:

Playlist:

Steve Lacy - Helmet/Bad Habit Beabadoobee - Talk And You Will Know Us the Trail of Dead - No Confidence Chaos Emeralds - Losing My Cool The Frightnrs - Maybe Isle Interpol - Obstacle 1 (live)/Renegade Hearts The Sadies - No Ones Listening Santigold -High Priestess Thao and the Get Down Stay Down - Swimming Pools The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather Fancey - You're So Close Fana Hues - Lay Up The Kills -Last Day of Magic Kilo Kish - Super KO Love The Riverdales - Gemini Man Heavy Trash - Lover Street The Jack Moves - Three the Hard Way GUM -Alphabet Soup Parquet Courts - Human Performance We Were Promised Jetpacks - Fat Chance The Stone Roses -I Wanna Be Adored The Cure -Boys Don't Cry Cut Chemist - Moonlightin with Biz/Storm CARRTOONS - Groceries Sister Nancy - Bam Bam Sparta - Cut Your Ribbon Crumb - Gone Broken Bells -Saturdays Red Hot Chili Peppers - Tippa My Tongue

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suibianjie · 2 years

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“One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.”– Seneca

#asks #anon #words of wisdom from our favorite soup-ologist kish

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kish-go-squish · 2 years

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hey kish, havent had a lot of your monsterous stuff on my dash in a hot minute, how are we doing?

you okay? need some soup? wanna bite me?

Doing alright!! Just sorta chilling for a little bit! I would like to bite you though! (Soup is good too)

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fishnoodles · 3 months

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Not best friends not lovers but a secret third thing (connected by mycelial network)

#adventure is nigh #grinderbin #mortimer #kish soup #mortibin

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floorbed · 4 years

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2 quote aaron as he so eloquently put it: fuck it agni playlist

poison root by alex g: self explanatory agni vibes

oh look the poison root / dug it up from the poison tree / crushed it up and boiled my tea / now i know everything

pipe thing by momma: get it!!! its bc shes alchemist subclass get it. also this song just has Weird Girl energy and i think its just a little basement lab agni being weird girl Vibe.

my finger digit is quicker / it’s the elixir / silver strings make dinner / taste the elixir

clouds by alex g: just an instrumental to vibe to. to do an agni playlist justice it also had to double as a trip playlist

caterpillar by momma: City Teenz Wizard School era agni vibes!!! 8 cha ass

i’m mostly a solitary gal / tipping with morale / scurrying around / carve the hallways / make the campus clear / isolated here / a stranger to my peers

soup by girlpool: City Teenz Wizard School pt 2 but make it inherent eldest daughter performance guilt

come over to my place / i’ll help find your fix / you’ve got lots of potential / can you feel it

daily routine by animal collective: whenever i listen 2 this song i just feel Very Competent and Ready 2 Go. and agni is a very Competent Person Who Likes To Get Shit Done. most of the times. also the beeps

just a sec more in my bed / hope the machine’s working right / when it’s just precisely tuned / that’s how it comes out so nice

lucy in the sky with diamonds by the beatles: again. hope this shit self explanatory

somebody calls you you answer quite slowly / a girl with kaleidoscope eyes

existential crisis hour! by kilo kish: thought loop time w the girlies!

if you say i’m in control and my actions serve to give my life meaning, does it have a meaning if i choose an action? (no) / are my goals necessary or do they just serve as a way to pass the time in an existence that began outside of my control? (no) / does it matter? (no)

brand new city by mitski: we love self experimenting via consuming poisons!! bad zadash bitches only

i think my brain is rotting in places / i think my heart is ready to die

sorry by alex g: brain damage feat. Moms Guilt

pariah kid / lost in a game / can you forgive me for that

sleepless by girlpool: myriad era agni in the scheme basement

i live in a gallery that no one’s ever seen / sometimes all the golden fruit falls down on top of me / the room’s beige it’s a mess / you dream to be sleepless

homage by mild high club: self explanatory vibing pt 2

please just have a laugh with me / cuz you know i am borrowing right now / these sounds have already crowned / c’mon it’s a silly dream / dreaming of the imagery unfound / the view sits nice from that cloud

strawberry fields forever by the beatles: self explanatory vibing pt 3

let me take you down / cuz i’m going to strawberry fields / nothing is real / and nothing to get hung about

#hee #mel talks #dnd tag #agni

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anahlys · 4 years

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And she’s back with another one! It’s christy again and this is my peaches and cream sweet dream Analise the lovely model extraordinaire! Hit me up for plots if you’d like!

hi, sorry to disturb you, but can you tell me where the office for ANALISE WEIR is? y’know, SHE’S the TWNETY-TWO YEAR OLD CIS EMPLOYEE here at Masters? kinda’ looks like BREE KISH if you squint? one of the guys over at I.T. said SHE is CARING and OUTGOING but TOO TRUSTING and HONEST does that ring a bell? i have HER coffee order right here.

tw: mentions of past possible eating disorders and relationship with body image (the former more than the latter but i still felt like mentioning it just in case)

basic information

FULL NAME: Analise Meghan Weir

NICKNAME: Ana, Lisa, Lis

AGE: 22

BIRTH DATE: August 9

ETHNICITY: mixed

GENDER: cisfemale

SEXUALITY: pansexual

RELIGION: roman catholic

SPOKEN LANGUAGE: english, french

OCCUPATION: model

relationships

PARENTS: Adam and Kent Weir

SIBLINGS: n/a

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a

CHILDREN: none.

PETS: cat (meimi)

physical traits

EYE COLOUR: hazel

HAIR COLOUR: ginger

HEIGHT: 5‘9"

BODY BUILD: curvy , fit, thicc

TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: a rose curving behind her ear

PAST INJURIES & SCARS: she has a pin in her arm from a car accident

personality

TRAITS: peppy, positive, organized, tends to hyper focus, loves taking care of people and making them happy, clever, funny, soft

LIKES: art restoration videos, baking, yoga, swimming, make up, bullet journaling, soup, tea, renaissance art, earthy/fall colors

DISLIKES: people talking at her, black coffee, chocolate, cinnamon gum, play through videos, bullies

DISPOSITION: Analise has a naturally sunny disposition. She’s sugary sweet to others and confident in herself and her ability to help people. She’s warm like ginger tea and her smiles light up the world around her like a twist of lemon.

history

Analise is a sweet New England girl who hails from Boston.

She is the apple of her fathers’ eyes and grew up caring for others and around her but children can be cruel and she learned very early on to not love blindly. She still has to learn that lesson every once in a while when her caring nature fights for control over her duty to herself.

She was diagnosed with ADD when she was in high school, the diagnosis a helpful explanation for her struggles in school but it came too late to adjust her anxieties about her performance which lead to an obsession with coming across as not needing any help.

Still she made off pretty well for herself and found that obsessive organization kept her mind busy enough to not affect her grades too much and kept her on track (that could have been why it took so long to diagnose her as well, now that she thinks about it)

She’s a bit sheltered and, if anything, she is grateful for the love and support of her adoptive parents but realizes that this lack of experience can be a bit dangerous when paired with her naturally caring nature.

She heavily dieted when she was in middle school and became very sick because of it, not to the point of a diagnosable eating disorder but only because of the very watchful eyes of her fathers who caught it before it could get much worse.

She is a happily curvy girl, aware of her body type and unashamed of it, though that confidence came with time and not without its bad days. A big thing that helped her growing up was making an online presence for herself which grew into a small following of fans that enjoyed her amateur modeling work.

Once she’d taken off her fathers helped her interview with agents that reached out to her. She’d found her perfect fit after a while and they helped her start her professional career off of her instagram portfolio which lead to a short stint of working in major fashion cities like Paris and London. Eventually this lead her agent to getting her a job working in the fashion department of Masters as one of their Models.

#masters.intro #tw mentions of eating disorder #tw weight stuff #(not a lot but still just to be safe)

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aquadrops · 4 years

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1, 2, 24 and 27 for the quarantine asks

1. Animated Character That was your gay awakening?

I have two technically. Kish from Tokyo Mew Mew (I thought he was a woman) and Princess Serenity from Sailor Moon

2. Grilled Cheese or PB&J?

Grilled Cheese but as a side of some type of soup, preferably tomato or chicken noodle

24. What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)?

If it’s displaying pie at a diner? Mesmerizing. Enchanting. Stunner. But if it’s not? What is the point.

27. What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?

Manga because I wanna see what weird shit is out now-a-days as I don’t really read manga anymore and the children’s section looking specifically for any stray copies of Disney Fairies Books because I collect those

#ask game

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kovkou · 5 years

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WE DID IT BETTER WITH ASICS AND WSS

Last week, we were honoured to sit down and discuss the 90s’ influence on sneaker trends and many more related topics with industry veterans and newcomers. We were invited to visit the impressive city of Warsaw, where this event happened inside the coolest sneaker store around, the Warsaw Sneaker Store or WS2.

The atmosphere of the event was super nice, accompanied by some thematic Japanese food and goodies. Everybody got the classic cheap noodle soup on the table but inside it, there was a super nice personalized card with Tamagotchi instantly throwing us back to the ‘90s. And speaking of the era, that was the main topic to discuss – how hunting for sneakers worked back in the day. Sergio, the co-founder of Sneakerness and Kish Kash, a great collector from the UK, had a lot to say about it and it was interesting to hear the insights into what it used to be like and how it evolved over time. The whole discussion was also led by the local guys from WS2, Bartek together with Adam were setting the overall direction as well as contributing to the debate. We also got some background information from the Asics guys regarding the near future, but that seems to be top secret for the moment :) There were, of course, many people speaking their mind and it was really cool to experience a community event of this kind. The whole round table was accompanied by an awesome Asics Gel-Lyte 3 private collection from a passionate collector. It’s very rare to see so many legendary collabs and other special releases under one roof.

After the official program, we enjoyed the regular networking and discussions in smaller groups. The whole event was concluded by getting drunk with the locals and visiting friends in the stylish Newonce bar. It was great to meet Janik (@jaadiee) with his hypebeast Gramps as well as the other attendees. The shoe game was obviously strong and we even spotted some vintage (shout out to Heiko) and true OG styles (s/o Bartek) in the crowd. The new wave of Asics sneakers was also well represented and I still envy the guys with the Awake collab on their feet :) Check out more on-feet shots on our Instagram account!

So, in the end, I would like to thank both the WS2 / Chmielna20 and Asics teams for the invitation and awesome experience. I wish there were more cool community events like this one!

P.S. Check out the atmosphere of the event in a short video recap.

//text by Kovkou //pics by Johanna and Kovkou

#asics #asicsgel #asics gel lyte 3 #newonce #1000sneakers #sneakers #kicks #kotd #hskicks #womft #sneakersaddict #sneakerfreakerfam

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achtung-attitude · 5 years

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He wakes up in an enclosed space, his hands tied, a wadded cloth in his mouth and a bag over his head. He senses another body in that space with him, breathing frantically. Kish.

The space shakes, and there is a smell of leather and gasoline. They are in the trunk of a car, Kilo realizes. It seems no sooner as he figured that out, that the vehicle squeaks to a halt and the trunk opens. They are pulled by rough hands and thrown to their knees. The bags are pulled off their heads, as they are greeted by their kidnapper.

“Hola,” says the man sitting on a fold-out chair in front of them. They are in a warehouse of some kind, most likely abandoned, and far from anyone who could help. They can’t see his face, but his pearly-white smile shines through the near black void surrounding them.

“Wait… Why are there two of them? Who’s that?!” the man in the chair exclaims, pointing at Kish. “Ay Dios…! Take the gags off of them. We’re not animals, come on!” He stands up as his minions remove Kish and Kilo’s gags. Kilo spits blood and glares at him.

“We ain’t done nothing!” Kish declares. His voice is steady, but tight with fear. “We just a couple of kids from Compton! We ain’t seen nothing, we ain’t done nothing! I don’t know what you heard, but I swear…!”

“Hey hey hey hey hey, no no no, hold on! Wait just a minute! Espera, chicos!” the man shouts. “It’s not time for that yet! Introductions come first, even dogs understand that! When dogs meet for the first time, they sniff each other’s butts! It’s the same with us. When humans meet, we share names, occupations, and hobbies!” Kish stares at him dumbfounded. Kilo glares. “... I guess I should start, since I did invite you here first…”

He clear his throat and stands up straight before them. They still can’t see his face. “Hello. Buenas noches. My name is Tarantula. I am a representative of an organisation named The Congregation. It’s hard to explain what I do to highschool kids, but… we’re sort of a consultant agency/bank. Truth be told, I love my job so much, I don’t really have any hobbies. Ok, your turn!”

Kish stares. Kilo glares.

“You are very rude young men… Well, not like it matters, I already know your names and everything there is to know about you. I just thought we should start on the right foot--”

“Why’d you come after us?” Kilo spits, teeth clenched. “Did those losers send you to try scare me? Well you can tell all of ‘em, I ain’t bitin’! I won’t join no fucking gang, no matter how much they beat on me or threaten me! So you can go to hell!!”

An oppressive silence hangs over the dark space. Tarantula stands over Kilo, looking down at him… and then he smiles, his chalk white teeth glittering in the low light.

He crouches on his haunches to meet Kilo’s eyes. “I like you, hermano. As a matter of fact, the gentlemen you’re referring to are clients of ours, and yes, they called your existence to our attention. But I’m here on my own orders. Jumping your friend here was just an accident, I guess. You’re the one I’m here for.”

“Kilo, man, don’t…!” Kish pleads.

“I don’t care what kind of orders you got, you don’t fuckin’ scare me!” Kilo presses on, seething, “Gangsters, thugs, you can’t scare me with all your bullshit! I see you. You’re just pussies acting all tough!! Y’all act like you protectin’ us from the cops and the government or whatever the hell else, but y’all’re the ones bringin’ the drugs in, y’all the ones draggin’ us into the turf wars!! So you can ALL GO FUCKIN’ ROT!!!”

Tarantula only grins wider. He stands up again and paces from side to side, hands on his cheeks. “This is so perfect!” he declares. Kilo watches him in disbelief. He is... delighted.

“That strength of character! The will to spit in the eye of death! You’re exactly what the big guys have been looking for! You wanna know something funny?! These Compton clowns…!” he says, gesturing to the thugs surrounding them, “They wanted me to kill you guys! And I was thinking about it, but this is so much better than I thought! You were right to turn them down, Hermano Kilo! You’re much better suited to working with us.”

The madman reaches into his pocket, and from it, he produces a silver compact disc.

“What… is that?” Kilo asks, confused.

“This is your awakening. If you’re as strong as I know you are, then I know that whatever is in this disc can’t kill you! You’ll make its power you’re own!” Tarantula says, ecstatically. He strides towards him, disc in hand.

Kilo is scared now, despite everything he said before. This man is evil, he knows it. He barely keeps from crying out as he takes hold of his face and raises the disc, preparing to press it into his forehead.

“Wait a minute! You don’t want him!”

Kilo and the evil man turn to look at Kish, shouting desperately. “He’s full of shit, man! Just a fuckin’ loudmouth, he don’t know what he’s sayin’!”

“Kish…!”

“He ain’t the one you want! I am! Me! Whatever you wanna do to him, let me have it in his place. I can take it! I can be the badass you need!”

Tarantula smile seems to split his face in two. “That’s cool!! Lying to keep your friend safe, even though it might mean dying?! That’s cool too!” Without missing a beat, he pulls a second disc out and positions himself between the boys. “Praise the Lord!” he shouts before shoving the discs into their foreheads. They slip past their flesh and skulls as like gelatine, leaving no scar.

Nothing happens for a second. Kilo looks at Kish, wide-eyed, breathing erratically. “What’s happening?” Kilo thinks at that moment, “We were just walking down the street… How did we get here?”

Then… something, starts happening. Kilo smells steam. Something inside of him burns and freezes him at the same time. Like his blood has turned to nitroglycerin. He tries to scream, but he can’t hear it over the inhuman scream in his head. The ropes around his wrists evaporate into dust and he falls on his hands and knees, the cement around him melting into soup.

In his agony, he falls to his side and looks at Kish. He is dying. His flesh twists as his insides bubbled and boil. Blood and offal squirt out of his mouth, his eyes, his ears and nose. Tarantula is watching. Kilo is watching. He is watching his only friend die, in fear and pain.

He crawls towards Kish, trying to reach him. To touch him. But when he reaches him, touches him, the life is gone from him already. Even as his body twitches and convulses, Kish himself is gone forever. And the burning inside him and the alien screaming become afterthoughts as the loss hits him, carving his soul in two and leaving the world a hollow void.

He looks at Kish, and doesn’t scream. Instead, he roars. And with the roar comes an explosion of steam that blows Tarantula off his feet. Freezing and burning inside out, Kilo stands and runs blindly from the place. He doesn’t look back.

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Kilo remembered very little of the days that followed. The loss of Kish struck the community hard, but his true fate was never made public. There was no mention of gangs, of discs or of a Congregation. Nothing was said to the police. Instead, Kilo became the prime suspect for murdering his only friend.

The lack of clear evidence kept him out of prison, but the damage was done. In grief and hate, Compton turned on him, blaming him for murdering Kish. Even more so than he had been before, Kilo was ostracized from his home. He did not blame them.

In his mind, Kish’s death was his fault. His careless actions and words had led them to that awful place, and now he was dead. There could be no forgiveness for that. No atonement, no redemption. He was a misanthrope now: a man who believes in nothing, and is believed in by no one.

He did not understand at the time, but he does now. He feels it every moment of every day. When Kish died, part of him died as well.

“Kilo?”

He wakes from his dark daydream at the sound of Shizuka’s voice. She is crouched in front of him, looking up with a worried expression on her brow. It is the present day. He is not in the warehouse anymore.

“Kilo, did you hear me? Are you ok--”

“I’m fine!” he says a bit too quickly and sharply. Softer, he says “I’m fine, Shizuka. Thought you were hangin’ with the celebrity.”

“Yeah, I was, but I noticed you running off somewhere. You didn’t say anything, so…”

He rubs the back of his head and looks off to the side. “I just needed some air.”

“...You’re not still mad at me, are you?”

Kilo looks at her, taken aback. “Why would I be mad?”

“You know! After all that stuff with… Moya, and how I let her go. She did awful things to you, but I--”

“Shizuka. I’m over it.”

“Oh… Ok. If you say so…”

#jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #achtung attitude #kilo staples #tarantula #kish vincente #ch14

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thelastpitchbender · 6 years

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Memory | Chapter 3

Summary: Link must relearn how to be a Champion before he defeats Calamity Ganon – but first, he needs to stop setting fires and backflipping off of cliffs. It’s too bad that his attempts to be a responsible hero keep getting interrupted by dumb things like owing people money, remembering hardly anything about who he is, and Yiga Clan assassins trying to kill him.

Rating: T for language, violence, dark stuff, and dumb, bad humor.

Read on: FanFiction | AO3

Chapter index here.

Chapter 3

This Is Bananas!

“Knew what?” Molo hissed, staring wide-eyed at the Yiga.

Link frowned. “Um…” Well, he was right about the presence of enemies. But he hadn’t suspected the Yiga Clan. This behavior was totally out of the ordinary for them –

“Get down!” Link yelled as twin arrows came flying at him. He twisted out of the way. Not fast enough – he registered a sting in his right arm as an arrowhead grazed him.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he fired a shot at the Yiga archer that was hanging in midair. The arrow flew through empty space; the archer had teleported somewhere out of his line of sight, cackling maniacally.

Goddess cursed duplex bows. What he wouldn’t give to get his hands on one of those –

Link blocked a slash from a demon carver with his bow. He blinked, and he was face-to-face with the Yiga who had attacked him. Link snarled and kicked his assailant back. The Yiga crouched and vanished in a puff of orange smoke, a blood-red rune burning in the space where the mask had been. The impassiveness of the masks unnerved him, and he swore to not let himself be taken by surprise again.

Link ran to where Breen, Kish, and Ashe were tied up. Breen was saying something, her face twisted up in fear. Link couldn’t hear her over the blood thrumming in his ears. He fumbled at the knots one-handed until he could finally pull the rope free and help Breen and Ashe to their feet. He was about to push them into the stable when the crunch of dirt sounded behind him.

Link whipped around, once again face-to-face with the Yiga footsoldier. He stepped back, stowing his bow and drawing his claymore into a threatening slash. Steel met steel in an ear-splitting clang, and before he knew it, Link was staring at a broken, jagged piece of metal on the ground.

He stumbled back on reflex. The lethal spikes of the demon carver sliced through the air where his throat had been not a second ago. Link threw the now-useless claymore handle at the Yiga’s mask, causing the assassin to shriek a curse and teleport away.

Link caught his breath and assessed the situation. All of the Yiga had vanished. Except over by the patio – some dumb footsoldier had gotten his weapon stuck in the fence. With a wordless shout of frustration, Link raised his bow. He pulled the string back –

And the top arm snapped clean off of the rest of the bow where the other footsoldier had hit it.

It was a miracle it hadn’t smacked him in the face, Link reflected in a daze. Then he squinted at the air above the Yiga. Was that – ?

An octo balloon popped, and a wooden crate came crashing down onto the Yiga’s head. The footsoldier screamed in pain, then teleported away, leaving the demon carver stuck in the fence.

Shamae emerged from behind a tree. “Thank you for the balloons, mister!” she shrieked.

Link allowed himself a few seconds to rake his hands down his face, letting the scream pent up inside him dissipate. Thank the Goddess. She was safe. They were all safe. Right?

Molo. And Breen, and Kish, and Ashe.

He turned around, seeing with no small measure of relief that they were all fine. Molo’s broadsword was bloodied once again, but they had all taken hits.

Upon noticing the cuts and bruises on the stable dwellers, Link felt sick, his relief fading like the light of the sun was now. Dusk was quickly sweeping over the woodlands, but he could still see there was blood soaking into the dirt. He doubted if much of it was Yiga blood. If only he’d gotten to the stable sooner, been able to protect them better –

Shamae tugged at the hem of his tunic. “Thanks for saving us, Mister Link.”

Link gave her a tired smile, neck aching as he craned it down. “Hey, you helped. I knew those balloons would come in handy.”

Shamae beamed. If only she could learn to control the volume of her voice as well as she could defend her stable.

Link shook off the darkness clouding his thoughts and went to go help the others. Breen was sweeping up shattered remnants of what looked like a fancy plate, while Kish was helping Ashe over to a stool by the stable’s cooking pot out front. It took Link a while to find Molo, who was leaning against a crate at the other side of the stable. Probably to avoid getting roped into cleaning, he thought with some amusement.

Although it was still warm outside, the temperature was starting to dip along with the setting sun. Link crouched by the cooking pot and pulled out a piece of flint to light the wood underneath it. He hesitated when he realized that he didn’t have a metal weapon to strike against it anymore. What to do, what to do? He cast his gaze around, until he saw a discarded duplex bow sitting in the dust about ten feet away from him.

Link brightened. He pushed himself to his feet and snatched up the bow, briefly admiring its unorthodox curves and ribbons fluttering off of it. Maybe he wasn’t supposedto be on the side of the Yiga, but their bows were cool, if a little fragile.

He rolled a chunk of red chuchu jelly over to where the flint was, then nocked an arrow and took aim. As he let the arrow fly, it somehow split in two, both new arrows striking the jelly, which burst into flame and lit the pot. He didn’t know how the bow did that, and he wasn’t about to go questioning it. Sheikah magic, probably.

“Young man!” Ashe shouted, almost startled off his stool. “There is no need to be a showoff!”

Oh. Link had forgotten he was there. He winced. “Sorry.”

Breen had just finished sweeping up the broken crockery and wandered over to the cooking pot when Link’s stomach let out a huge grumble. “But I just ate,” he muttered to himself, a little embarrassed. It wasn’t like that fight with the Yiga had really been long enough to work up an appetite…

Too late, Link noticed the amused glimmer in Breen’s eyes. She still looked pale and shaken and she had a shallow cut high on her forehead, but a smile pulled at her lips when she said, “I’ve got some fresh ingredients in the stable if you want to make something.”

“Um, sure,” said Link. He scratched the back of his head. “I’ll make some for everyone, how’s that?”

Breen grinned. “Wait here.”

Link sighed as she dashed inside. Why did he volunteer for things?

Breen emerged with some choice cuts of meat, bottles of milk, and bundles of wheat. Well, this was better than expected. Link usually settled for roasting whatever he could forage from the woods, and while that worked out fine, he was getting pretty tired of mushrooms. He rarely took the time to buy wheat or milk.

Link cooked the meat for a bit before adding the milk, wheat, and some seasonings he’d wheedled out of Breen to the pot. He stirred the soup, whistling some vague tune from the edge of his memory. Cooking was something familiar to him. Like everything else, it had taken him a while to get the hang of it after first waking up, but he knew what he was doing. It was comforting to know that somewhere, somehow, someone had taught him how to cook.

The denizens of the stable started to gather around the cooking pot as the evening’s gentle breeze wafted the soup’s aroma around. Kish clapped Link on the back in thanks, startling him into almost dropping the ladle into the pot.

Before long, they were all gathered around the pot, silently eating. The atmosphere had slowly grown tense once they were all sitting still. Breen made a few attempts at lightening the mood by making vague comments about the weather and the quality of the meal, but they all fizzled out like embers in rain.

He knew that they were all scared. The Yiga Clan were nothing but a scary myth to most people of Hyrule, single-mindedly bent on Link’s destruction. Innocents were rarely collateral. But the Yiga taking his friends and associates hostage, that struck a nerve with him.

A sudden cold fear sank into his bones, and his gaze darted between Kish and Ashe. He knew Breen liked him, and Molo didn’t live here, but he wasn’t so sure about the other two. Would they find out? Anxiety clenched his gut, and it was all he could do to not run away right that second.

Would they ever know that Link was the reason they were attacked?

And what would they do if they found out? Would they cast him out? In this vast, empty land, the people who liked him were all he had left. He couldn’t wander the wilds alone forever. But he couldn’t let them pay the price for his failure to take out the Calamity.

Feeling about ready to scream, Link breathlessly excused himself from the silent, tense dinner.

Link stomped over to the shore of the pond, pulling off all his gear and tossing it to the side. After having raked a hand through his hair many times over the last few hours, he had determined that he really, really needed a bath. It had been a few days, at least. Or more. More? Link searched back in his recent memory. By Hylia, had it been fivedays since he’d found a stream or pond to bathe in? He shuddered.

He peeled off his tunic and inspected it for any tears. He didn’t think there would be any, most of the monsters he had fought recently had used blunt weapons… He scowled as he spotted a small rip at the bottom hem. Link sighed, absently folding the tunic. He would get to mending it later.

The ancient greaves had come off next. He had put his life on the line so many times to gather enough parts to manufacture the armor. When he had hauled the sack of gears and screws and other dumb parts into the Akkala Ancient Tech Lab, he’d been aching all over from where Guardian beams had grazed him. “This armor had better look as cool as you say it will,” he’d shouted at Robbie, who had only shrugged.

The greaves hadn’t disappointed. They were made of a strange, light yet strong metal that Link only knew was the same material the gears and screws were made of. Whorled designs that called to mind the walls of shrines glowed faintly orange, and try as he might, he could never figure out why or how they lit up.

Link hauled his armor into the pond with him, then sat and relaxed for a bit. The air had gained a chilly evening bite, but the water hadn’t lost its warmth from earlier in the day yet.

After washing himself off and giving his clothes a cursory scrub (he would get to actually cleaning them later, he promised) he sat on the shore of the pond and pulled out his tiny kit of needle and thread from his belt. With adept movements, he threaded the needle and began to mend the tear in his tunic.

It was odd because Link had never thought that a knight would know how to sew. Maybe he was wrong, because he couldn’t exactly remember that much about being a knight, but there was something strange about a needle feeling more or less as comfortable in his hands as a spear did. He hadn’t even known he could sew until a bokoblin had gotten lucky and cut a big slash in the back of his tunic. Mending it was a no-brainer for Link; he hadn’t even thought about what he was doing. Princess Zelda had made him the tunic, and Impa had held onto it for a century. Of course he had to repair it.

Link suddenly sighed. He knew why he was getting so absorbed in the events of the recent past. Knowing that someone had taught him mundane tasks such as cooking and sewing was comforting, until he thought about it too hard. One hundred years ago, there had been someone, someone who probably loved him or who he loved, who had taught him these things. And now their name and face had been lost to history.

Link tied off the thread with more force than was necessary. It wasn’t his best work, but it couldn’t be helped. Link had decided to throw himself a pity party, and he would be damned if he let the mending distract him from feeling sorry for himself.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and he jerked his head to look over his shoulder out of reflex. He relaxed when he saw Breen, but faint nerves started buzzing in his stomach when he caught the worry and concern in her expression.

Breen chewed on her lip for a second before speaking. “Um…we’re discussing what to do next, you know, because of the Yiga, and…we thought that because of your experience…you should be there.”

She was avoiding looking at the scars on his chest, he realized. At the same time, he also realized that he was still wearing nothing but his shorts.

“Uh, right,” he said lamely. Goddess, this was mortifying.

“I recommend putting some pants on first,” said Breen, faint humor evident in the quirk of her lips. Well, that made one of them who was attempting to cope with the situation in a healthy manner. She turned around and walked back to the cooking pot, leaving Link to stumble around while trying to pull his greaves and tunic back on and rake his damp hair into a presentable state.

Leaving the rest of his gear by the pond, he went to rejoin the stable-dwellers, who were engaged in a quiet, serious conversation. Kish glanced up at his and Breen’s approach. ��Link. Good of you to join us.”

Link cast around for something to say. Given that he knew he was the reason they were even having this discussion, everything he could think of sounded insincere. He settled for nodding.

“To sum up what we’ve discussed so far,” Molo drawled from across the fire, “we have no idea why the Yiga attacked us. And we have no idea how to defend ourselves.”

Kish shot Molo an annoyed glare, doubtlessly about to tell him that he wasn’t a resident of the stable.

“You have weapons, and that’s a start,” said Link, cutting Kish off before he could say anything. “A few axes, a bunch of torches, and…a spear.” He felt a twinge of guilt, remembering that he had taken the spear earlier in the day and had no intentions of returning it. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway, he reasoned before he let his guilt spiral out of control.

“But how are we supposed to defend ourselves against an enemy who can appear wherever they want?” Kish muttered in frustration. He was propping his forehead on his hand, and Link was privately glad he couldn’t see the expression on Kish’s face.

I know how, Link thought, bitterness almost like a bad taste in his mouth. I leave and never come back.

But how could he possibly convince them of that? How could he get them to believe that he was the Hylian Champion? It wasn’t like he could whip out the sword that seals the darkness as proof that he was over one hundred years old. He wouldn’t believe himself either. Things were just not going his way, were they?

He was startled out of his internal grumbling when he felt Breen whack him on the shoulder. “Link,” she was saying, her voice gently scolding. “I said, can you help us collect weapons from nearby monster camps?”

Link sighed. This was uncharted territory, as far as Yiga tactics went. For all he knew, they could come back tomorrow and this time do much more damage to him and the rest of the stable. His vague discomfort was growing into a sick certainty that he had to leave. Tomorrow, probably.

But, Goddess curse him, what could he say?

“I…probably shouldn’t,” Link managed lamely.

Kish fixed him with a sharp gaze, displeasure evident in the crease between his eyebrows. “And why not? You haven’t had a problem crashing here for the last few weeks.”

Link winced. Ouch. That was uncalled for. Well…maybe it was a little bit called for. But still. Molo was wearing his usual annoyed expression, and while Breen was altogether too nice to ever look angry, there was deep concern in her eyes. There was no way of worming out of this one.

“I might have,” Link began, cautiously gauging the others’ expressions, “made the Yiga Clan angry.”

“Like how angry?” Molo asked. Link shot a glare at him. They all knew how angry, given that they’d shown up to try to kill them.

“Like pretty angry,” said Link. Upon seeing the skeptical looks directed at him, he amended his statement with a sigh. “Okay, fine. Really angry.”

Kish’s face was darkening by the second, like a thundercloud of fury was casting his shadow on him. “And you didn’t think to mention that the entire time you were here?”

A retort was on the tip of his tongue, but not one Kish would like or even believe. Yeah, I thought you were safe because they just want to kill me because I’m the Hylian Champion that’s been dead for a hundred years.

But as Kish muttered under his breath, Link’s combative mood faded. “Reckless,” he was saying. “Endangering my family like that.”

Burning shame sat like a hot coal in Link’s stomach. It was one thing failing all of Hyrule as an abstract concept, but he’d forgotten what it felt like to fail someone you considered a friend. Not since he had fallen at Fort Hateno…

He had to do something. He had to stop the Yiga.

And the only way to do that, he knew with sinking certainty, was to stop the Calamity. To return to that cold, crumbling castle and face the beast.

Baby steps, Link,he scolded himself as anxiety clawed at his insides. “I’ll leave for Gerudo Town tomorrow,” he muttered. It was the logical choice. Riju would know more about what was going on with the Yiga.

“Good,” Kish said darkly, standing up and storming to the stable without so much as a backwards glance. Link looked down at his feet, unable to bear the inevitable expressions of betrayal, judgement, and fear on the faces of his friends.

“Don’t mind my son,” Ashe chuckled. “He thinks he’s so high and mighty.”

Link’s attention snapped to the old man, startled by the faint amusement in his eyes. “But…I led the Yiga right to your stable – “

“Oh, don’t think so highly of yourself,” Ashe scoffed. Link almost grinned despite himself at the irony of his statement. “The Yiga are probably strapped for resources, trapped in a valley in the wasteland like they are. I am sure they wanted us as hostages to get their greedy hands on the raw materials passing through here.”

He knew it wasn’t the reason, but it made a certain amount of sense, he had to admit. “There’s that much stuff that comes through the stable?” Link asked with genuine curiosity. He’d always wondered what were in the crates stacked everywhere at every stable.

Ashe snorted. “Son, a hundred years ago the stables were the richest places in Hyrule, barring the castle itself. They connected raw materials to the fine artisans all over the kingdom. They were home to transport guilds, courier networks, sometimes full regiments of soldiers…” He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, maybe lost in recollection. “I believe that this stable in particular was always a popular resting place for pilgrims appealing to the Great Deku Tree.”

Ashe’s words were deeply familiar to Link. He was sure that he’d known this stuff personally at some point. The recollection was hanging at the fuzzy edges of his consciousness, at the tip of his tongue. It was maddening. Had his father been stationed near a stable at one point? Had Link himself worked to guard a merchant traveling with his very expensive wares?

For once, the possibilities afforded him by his missing memories were less scary and more an exercise for his imagination. Transfixed, he prodded Ashe for what came next. “What about after Hyrule’s fall?”

He wasn’t sure what sort of morbid fascination drove him to ask the question, but Ashe gave it serious thought regardless, his hand coming up to stroke his chin. “After the royal family was presumed missing and the Divine Beasts stopped working, the last remnants of the central government operated from Akkala Citadel, I believe.”

Akkala Citadel. In a flash of insight, he vaguely remembered Daruk helping to patch up a cracked wall in the fortress when the Champions had made a brief stop there. Only Daruk and Link had felt comfortable within the stone walls. Mipha had been uncharacteristically antsy, Revali’s feathers had been bristling, and Urbosa had made some comment about how unwelcoming the Citadel was compared to Gerudo Town with a slight sneer in her voice. Creatures of the water, sky, and desert, the lot of them. And Princess Zelda…she never seemed comfortable anywhere, except while researching.

“ – and the stables were the only way for Hyrule’s last general to communicate with the rest of the kingdom,” Ashe was saying. He suddenly stopped and peered closely at Link. “Are you alright?”

Link nodded, not trusting himself to speak. It was strange to mourn people you barely remembered, but their absence weighed on him anyway, grief pulling at him like the tides.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about the Yiga so much,” the old man said. “They’re cowards, easily scared off by flashing around a nice sword. And us stable folk can defend ourselves. We always have and we always will.”

Almost against his will, a small smile pulled at his lips at the unexpectedly comforting words. “Thank you, Ashe,” he finally said, surprised at the sincerity he felt. “I think I’ll go to bed now.”

Ashe smiled a kind, grandfatherly smile that sparked a strange, deep longing within Link. How he wished he could remember his own father or grandfather. He got up and walked over to where his weapons still lay by the pond before he could do anything to embarrass himself. Like cry, maybe.

He hesitated once he picked up the soldier’s spear. The weight of it was familiar in his hands, but his fingers still itched for a broadsword of a very particular weight and balance, and he knew he would never quite be satisfied until he regained the sword he had in his memories.

This time, he didn’t notice Breen approach until she appeared in his peripheral vision. She hesitated, wringing her hands, before asking, “Exactly how did you make the Yiga Clan so angry?”

Link huffed out a breath that could have been a faint laugh, if he were in a better mood. He didn’t have a good lie for this. Great.

“My very existence seems to offend them,” he said mournfully. And that’s the real, honest-to-Goddess truth.

Breen almost looked like she wasn’t going to press the issue, then her lips twisted like she was trying and failing to hold in a smile. “I think your table manners made them angry.”

“My table manners?” Link cried, deeply offended. He was a knight! Surely he hadn’t forgotten everythingabout protocol and courtesy? “All they eat are bananas! What do they need table manners for?”

“You’re changing the subject,” Breen informed him. “I was talking about your table manners and yours alone.”

Link tried to wave her off with a huff, but apparently, he always ate like he hadn’t seen food in weeks. The good-natured argument eventually faded, but the silence that remained was a much more comfortable one than earlier. He watched the weak moonlight flicker across the surface of Pico Pond with the breeze, content to stay silent and avoid dredging up painful memories and starting painful conversations.

But Breen couldn’t stay silent forever. She turned to him, and in a small voice, asked, “Do you think we’ll be okay?”

Link knew he was not included in that group, and the thought pulled at him. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you everything that happened,” he said. “But believe me when I say that leaving is the best thing I could do to help.”

Breen sighed, a quiet, defeated sound, and Link made a decision. He picked up the soldier’s spear from his gear at his feet and turned to her. “Take it,” he said, holding it out to her.

Breen’s eyes were wide. “I couldn’t possibly…I don’t know how to – “

Link cut her off firmly. “It’s not hard. Keep a firm grip on it and stab. It has a long enough reach that you can keep any enemies well away from you.” He felt an inkling of frustration when she still didn’t take it. It was herspear in the first place. He couldn’t just walk off with it and keep a clean conscience. He sighed and switched tactics. “You need a weapon to defend yourself and your family. This is the best one you’ve got. Take it.”

He felt immeasurably guilty for taking advantage of her anxiety in that way, but he wanted to be done with this. He wanted to leave. He didn’t want to carry the weights of their lives on his shoulders.

Breen took the spear, an unreadable emotion swimming in her eyes. “Thank you for everything, Link,” she said quietly. Then she walked back toward the stable.

Link looked up at the sky, toward the sliver of a crescent moon rising over the treeline. Then he walked into the stable and collapsed on a bed, not even bothering to remove his greaves. Sleep called out to him like a siren song.

He fell asleep, but his sleep was troubled by nightmares. The red eye of the Yiga Clan, the red eye of Calamity Ganon, the red eye of the blood moon. His ears were full of horrific roaring and the screeching of gears, and his hands were covered in blood.

He’d been a fool, he realized bitterly at some point in the early morning, the third time he’d woken up. He’d been so sure that he would find some peace and solace in the Hebra Mountains, in the badlands, in shirking his duties.

But there would be no peace for him until he defeated the Calamity once and for all.

#fanfic #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #botw #memory #link #molo #breen #kish #ashe #woodland stable #link is a little sad now #we starting to get into the angst a little bit now bois

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