purplepimphats | Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

Well, the old one has served us well, but it's two years old there's a new game out and hopefully this will bring in a whole bunch more activity.

the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.

-one request per comment.

-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.

-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.

-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.

-a list of kinks to get you started.

-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.

-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.

A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.

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Isaac was having more trouble getting it off than he thought.

Can't we just go somewhere, Jennums?" he whispered between furious pecking, "I don't want to make anybody feel sad that they're not enjoying this as much as I am right now."

"Oh hush and kiss me harder," Jenna said, unclipping her bra with a quick twist. For a dreamboat, Isaac almost sucked at as many things as she did.

Oh. Sucking and Isaac. "You know what, Isaac, maybe we SHOULD go somewhere."

Garet just sat there openmouthed at the two as they went behind some barrels and hastily started pulling off their clothes.

"Nope, I don't have no problems, Felix. Let's go get us some treasure."

"Damn right, Garet. Now, the cannon."

Garet hefted the cannon behind them off the ground and, with some effort, placed it facing the wall.

The mason's attitude was shifting rapidly; he was close to tears now. "Please, I beg you, take the treasure, you can have it, just find another way to get to it! A ladder, a hole in the ground, anything!"

Felix laughed now, a cold laugh that coincided neatly with the dead of a small bird thousands of miles away on the Apoji Islands. "A change of heart, I see, geezer? Too bad; I came to get the treasure and I WILL have it, and this is the easiest way. I'll be damned if I don't do what I want. Just ask my slick prophet, Kraden, about the word."

Kraden stepped up, his looks colder than the arctic polar bear. Rumors had it that if you touched his chain it made a solar flare. "Fo reals, homie. Felix is a real G, and you ain't doin' nothin' if he don' like none of it, you dig? Check it, read the truth from the lips of my big booty bitches right here." He gestured towards Sheba and Mia. "Yo! Girls! What 'choo think about Felix?" Kraden said.

They swooned. "He such a bad boy; we'd do anything for him if he asked!"

Felix turned around. "You see?" His face turned to stone. "And guess what, geezer. You're gonna watch it if it kills you."

The mason was honestly worried now. This was his life's work he was about to lose.

"Ivan!" The Ivan had finally returned with the cannonball.

"Excellent," Felix intoned. "Garet, Blast the wall to pieces."

"Yeah."

Garet hefted the ball and loaded it into the cannon.

"Please!" the mason pleaded. "I beg you; consider another option!" Tears streamed openly now; there was no imitation. He had nothing but his pleas.

Felix gave him an odd look and then spat in his face. "I'm not sure if I told you this, but I'll say it right now to be clear. Shut your trap old man, or it's not just the wall that will be in multiple pieces.

The mason told his hand to wipe the spit off. His hand told him it couldn't move because it was being held in place by a large man wearing girly clothing. The mason pondered why his hand was talking to him.

The mason gave up. Maybe he wouldn't write a book on that one.

Garet Flared the cannon's fuse, and a sizzling sound could be heard.

The mason sagged in Piers' grip. He couldn't bear this.

The cannon fired, shooting a large metal sphere weighing almost 30 pounds at over 1000 feet per second towards Katya. Later witnesses would claim to have heard a distinctive whistle come from the cannon sounding remarkably similar to "FUCK DA POLICE".

As the cannonball hit the wall, so too was the mason's heart struck.

"No!" he cried, writhing in anguish. The dust settled, and everyone looked at Katya, borne before the world.

She was surprisingly intact, although the large ball had penetrated her a little bit. Felix's smile turned a flat 180 and the mason almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do it again."

The mason choked mid breath.

Garet uneventfully loaded the slightly less spherical sphere back into the cannon and threaded another fuse.

"FUCK DA POLICE" rang out through the air as metal met stone.

Katya was showing extensive damage now. She wouldn't be able to take another hit.

The mason sensed that the cannonball didn't appreciate any of this either.

Was he going crazy?

"Again, Garet, and this time give it some oomph," Felix noted, his expression flat.

The mason realized he had to do something. Using power he didn't know he had, he broke free of Piers, who had been watching Isaac and Jenna jealously and wasn't paying attention to his hostage. He tried to push Garet out of the way, but it was too late. The fuse had already been lit. A little crazy. The mason ran in front of the cannon, to his wall.

He gazed at her with affection and ran his hand across her side, beaten and roughened. "I love you," he whispered, tears Amazoning down his cheeks and down his chin and down his shoulders and down his chest and down his legs until it hit the dry dirt where it sunk deep below, never to be seen again.

He heard a whisper back. "I love you too, dear mason," Katya silently said.

Okay fine, a LOT crazy.

The cannonball, unexpectedly, worked exactly as it was intended. A final "FUCK DA POLICE" was screeched as it slammed into the mason, breaking all his organs in the chest cavity and throwing it and him through Katya, reducing it to rubble and broken brick.

The final thoughts of the mason were a big mess, probably because his brain was reflecting the current condition of his body; a big mess. The mason decided that he needed to wake up from this stupid dream and go back to whatever he was doing before. The mason decided that he was sorry that Katya ever had to suffer because of his foolish decision to build her for utility instead of just putting her in the middle of somewhere. The mason decided that he was dead and he didn't know it yet.

"Bleh," the mason said.

The mason realized that he wasn't moving anymore.

...

Time passes.

...

Roughly 3 seconds later...

"Well, that was anticlimactic," Felix chuckled, looking at the unintentional gore that he had caused, "but it sure was a nice surprise."

He took a couple steps onto the rubble and swore he saw the hand of the dead mason. Nah, just his imagination.

Sheba sighed, and ran to him excitedly. "You killed him!" she said, looking at him intently. "That's hot. Kiss me?"

Felix grinned. "Hell yeah, babe. Hell yeah."

Sheba put her tongue against his and began a furious battle to see who had the stronger muscle. Felix won quickly and efficiently, smothering Sheba with affection and holding her in very sensual ways.

"I always win, you know that," he breathed in between snogging, "what makes you so stubborn like that?"

"Well I-I-I, uh-," Sheba stuttered.

Felix put his finger to his lips and made a bweeble bweeble bweeble noise, and then put his tongue back in Sheba's mouth.

"Hey, why is all this rubble here, Felix?" Isaac asked. He was jealous of them making out and came to watch. Jenna was still behind the barrels, recovering from her latest sexual escapade.

Felix came up for air and replied hastily. "Long story. Tell it to you over a beer?"

Isaac grinned. Now Felix was talking.

BOY

YOU CRAZY

AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

POOR KATYA AND THE MASON :(

Read this the other day, and it was hot, and funny, and my mind's been wandering back to it pretty frequently since then. It's all the more hot as daydream fodder. I think you've got me shipping this too~

Omg. Even without being a duskshipper, I don't see things between Felix and Karst being quite that bad, but this was *all* lol.

Rief's gorgeous girly legs make a leg enthusiast confused. And very happy.

In other words: Someone/Rief, leg focus.

If there was anything Blados hated more than a weakling, it was a loud weakling.

Rief struggled against his bonds, trapped on the balcony with Chalis and Blados.

"Why are you doing this?" Rief complained, trying to loosen the rope around his hands, "I'm not really into this kind of thing, you know? I don't even mind the kidnapping that much; just get this rope off of me!"

Chalis guffawed in amusement at watching the worm squirm like an unhappy grub. "Isn't this fun, Blados? We haven't had a real captive since that stint back Belinsk!"

Blados simply shrugged. What Arcanus was having them do this time was entirely a mystery. But they hadn't become the best just by questioning him. Sometimes it was better to obey, especially if your employer had a good track record.

Still, sometimes he felt like he was baby sitting, and this was one of those times. So he did what he usually did when he was trying to kill time.

He started daydreaming, fantasizing about finding the perfect woman. Not Chalis, for certain. She was attractive, sure, but much too abrasive for him. He liked a softer touch, something he could feel and claim for his own. Something he could just grasp and run his hand up and down...

Hmm. That was odd. His ears were buzzing. He paid attention to the information coming through them.

"...leg?" Chalis was giving him a dumb look. There was something loud in the background, but that would have to wait.

Blados gathered all of his suave and answered smoothly. "What did you say, Chalis?"

She gave him one of the coldest looks he had seen in a long time. "Why. Are. Your. Hands. On. That. Boy's. Legs."

Blados suddenly decided now would be a good time to pay attention to the OTHER buzzing noise.

"...ew, he's got his hands all over my legs, make him stoppppppppp he's wierding me out, is this why you put these ropes on me, I don't wanna be a prison biiiiiiiiiiiitch!" Nowell was passed out on the ground, and Karis looked close to tears. Kraden was bleeding profusely from the nose, unconscious, and Matthew and Tyrell were just staring.

Goddamnit.

Can there be a list of fills at the front of every new kink meme? It would be much easier to check in for new fills that way.

I was looking for something a bit more serious and ~~erotic~~ sensual, but this made me LOL IRL, so all is forgiven.

Thank you for the fill!

You can easily find new fills by following a post. Just go up to the little menu of things on the top that says put to memories (a heart icon), and so on. The icon is a tack. This means whatever gets posted in the kink meme will go straight to your inbox. :)

But yeah, I can do that. I wouldn't put them in front of the post, because that would clutter it up, but I'd collect the filled and unfilled requests all around and put them in a separate post and link to it from each post. It'll take a bit, though, so I can't promise it this second.

Mia/Sheba: Breast envy and watersports

Hou Ju is fascinated that a girl her age is going to help Matthew save the world from the .

Baffled Himi is baffled.

Can be friendshippy or just plain shippy, but either way I demand adorable fluff.

"Are you sure you're s'pposed to be wearing that? Isn't it, like, against your religion or something?"

“If you’re so eager to make people walk around... compromised, then why don’t you set an example for all of us, oh illustrious captain?”

"Well, excuse me, Pr- Whoa, hey! This is my good shirt, Highness! Hands off!"

At this point, Karis ducked away to the other side of the ship, blushing and giggling. Matthew buried his face in his hands and tried to hide his laughter, while Tyrell cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Get a room, you two!”

...I don't know if I want to claim this, since I only have a half-formed bunny ~~and limited amounts of time - damn you, midterms! - but I'm definitely seconding this. Because :3.~~

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Requester-anon here, simplifying the prompt to: Amiti topping the fuck out of Eoleo, because I love screwing around with yaoi archetypes.

Echoing everyone else here. This was amazingly horrific. Perfect portrayal of something so heinous, and chilling in its description.

Also, some more fridge horror:

1. Sheba can read minds. Even if he never touched her, she'd know his intentions...
2. Sheba may know Mind Read, but Ivan spams it gleefully. And if (as is implied here), Babi prefers little boys over little girls...

Thanks. Now I have a plot bunny.

So, apparently, Karis has mastered the Wooden Stick. Let her show you.

Karis/male teammate, pegging.

lol Yes.

I HOPE I AM NOT TOO LATE FOR ANON TO NOTICE. I only beat TLA a week ago and only got the first game in July. :(
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It started, all that time ago, back on Mercury Lighthouse.
Saturos, though weakened immensely by the star hovering just a short distance away, put up a very good fight. His Psynergy was still very strong, and Ivan specifically recalled having quite a few burns afterwards. But that wasn't what spurred anything on.
It was near the end of the fight, after a particularly strong Volcano knocked Ivan straight over. Saturos seized the opportunity, launching forward and aiming that scythe -- gleaming so brilliantly in the most ominous ways -- straight for Ivan's neck.
He could not move, paralyzed in fear, no matter how absurdly slow the time played out in that moment as he remembered it now. And he may very well have been dead after that point, too, had a sword not caught the scythe in its path just before it would have hit.

"Isaac!"
That's what he had said when he looked up from the sword that had saved his life -- to see their blonde leader. When the Proxian stepped backwards, just a bit, Isaac shot a short glance behind him to quickly make certain Ivan wasn't hurt too badly, before casting a quick Spire to distract their opponent while Ivan scrambled to get up to his feet.

And that was over five years ago.
These days, Ivan would have been able to shoot Spark Plasma faster than Saturos could have ever hoped to swing that scythe. He spent most of his time training, and had done so for a long time now. He lived with Hama now, teaching a few young Jupiter Adepts in Contigo how to use their latent powers. Him and his sister were treated with incredible amounts of respect as well, and no matter how long Ivan lived there, he could not get used to it, and even now still responded modestly, much to the adoration of the local girls -- though that had been more of a recent development since only then had he begun to look slightly closer to his actual age than before.
He also hadn't seen his friends from Vale in nearly four years.
He still wrote to Hammet and his wife occasionally, and he had stopped by to visit for a while before he left for Contigo initially. And Sheba came by once in a while, though, and she had grown up nicely. Though she also had the potential to be incredibly devious, and sometimes invoked that without warning, Ivan would have liked her, had it been not for the fact that he liked someone else entirely.
Since that day on Mercury Lighthouse five years ago, he hadn't cared about anyone else romantically.

"You should really go visit Isaac," Sheba casually commented virtually every time she visited. Of course she would know, she found it perfectly all right to Mind Read him at any time without being given any permission whatsoever.
Every time she said that comment about visiting... well, wherever the villagers from Vale rebuilt their village, Hama would nod in agreement. And even though Ivan would reply that Contigo needed him around, Sheba would tell him that was just an excuse. "You shouldn't be afraid of your feelings." He couldn't remember which of them had said that first, since they both tended to say things that meant that same thing very often.

But no matter what either of them said, Ivan never left. He knew somewhere deep down that he really was afraid. Even with his crush lasting all this long, what if Isaac never had felt anything similar? Probably never did -- in Ivan's mind, Isaac was the hero everyone loved. Surely he had some kind of girlfriend by now. Or kids and a lovely wife. If that was the case, of course he'd be happy for Isaac.
But at the same time, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to let go of his feelings.

Ivan did not want to feel like this. If he had just fallen in love with Sheba things would be lovely, they'd have little Jupiter Adepts on the way, and a happy life. Maybe. But no, he had to find himself hopelessly crushing on a guy he hadn't seen in years that would most likely never return the feeling. It had been so long that he'd gotten used to it, hardly bothered by it anymore. And he was nearly content with it by now.

It was extremely obvious that everything would be turned on its head, then, when Hama recieved a visit from Isaac himself.

Ivan returned well after nightfall, having been out training the day away. He hadn't quite worn himself out, but he was still tired and ready to fall on the bed and sleep all the way until tomorrow afternoon. Not that he stayed tired, though, when he opened the door, Hama waved, Sheba yawned, and he noticed... one other person in the room.

Said person blinked and turned around to stare curiously. Ivan blinked and stared too, but he wasn't really curious about it. He was just trying to figure out if he wasn't dreaming. Because there was a certain blonde Venus Adept sitting there in the little circle of cushions.

"Hey, close the door or bugs will get in," Sheba said tiredly. Ivan realized the door was indeed still open and he was indeed standing in the open doorway.
Oops.

"Sorry," Ivan said, partially breaking his speechlessness while stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Though his hand still lingered on the doorknob, and he didn't actually move after that.

"How was training, Ivan?" Hama asked him kindly as always, but he also could guess she was breaking the silence before it even began.

"Decent," he replied and lifted his gaze away from the floor, not entirely sure why it fell there in the first place. He wasn't even sure why he was trying not to look at Isaac. Hadn't he been the one Ivan felt comfortable talking to about... well, everything?

Sheba snorted in response to Ivan's very short statement. "I swear, you are such a hermit. Get your butt over here."

"That's not fair," he said, rather weakly, and he wasn't entirely sure which part of Sheba's statement that was aimed at. Because calling him a hermit wasn't fair and neither was telling him to sit down near Isaac, who still watched him with the same expression, when he wasn't sure he wasn't going crazy from spending too much time by himself. He probably should be helping Hama out more with teaching the town's kids.
Not that he could really do anything about that now. What he could do, however, was go sit down and decide if he's losing it or not. It would be nice if he wasn't, but Ivan had no clue why Isaac would come visit him, and why alone, so he couldn't rule out insanity just yet.

So he did. He sat down and completed the circle of people sitting on cushions around the small fire pit, the only source of light in the house at the moment. Sheba must have made certain Ivan's little spot was open next to Isaac's.

"How have you been doing?" Isaac asked him, in just as much a courtesy statement as Hama's had been.
Ivan had stopped breathing momentarily when he heard the voice. Sheba cleared her throat after he had been silent for too long.

"I'm all right," he nodded and put on a smile, deciding to face his fears head-on, and he finally looked at Isaac. And he saw just how his former leader had changed in the past five years. Isaac smiled, too.

Ivan realized he had fallen into the staring trap again when Isaac looked away. So he looked away too. Though, he felt a little of his actual personality returning when he wondered what brought Isaac all the way out to Contigo. And Sheba read his mind again.

"Tell Ivan why you came to visit," she told Isaac, noticeably less tired. She probably was cooking up something in her head as to how to get Ivan to say how he felt. At least she had the decency not to tell Isaac herself.

"We've more or less decided to check on how the towns are doing since we lit the final lighthouse," Isaac nodded. "We've mostly rebuilt our town. So far, so good, even though a lot of towns have had to deal with some natural disasters as the world recovers."

"Yeah, I've noticed that, too. So how is Garet? And Mia?"

"Garet's fine, oblivious as ever, but he misses you too. I think he enjoyed having someone to bicker with occasionally, or at least, besides Jenna. Mia's still holding down the fort at Imil, though we haven't seen her in a while."

Ivan somehow managed the conversation with Isaac quite well, even though he hadn't had to hide his feelings from anyone for so long. He figured maybe it was just that life was coming back to him, and he wasn't being a semi-mute vegetable like Felix any longer. It was good that Sheba was content without reading his mind at that moment, because she probably would have disagreed that Felix was anything like a vegetable.
He still couldn't help but notice the topics were completely general. Nothing like how they used to talk at night when Ivan couldn't sleep, but then again Hama and Sheba were both there, too. He was ignoring his feelings for that reason as well, but he usually did that anyway.

Sheba ended up yawning again after Ivan heard about what Jenna and Felix and Piers were up to. "I think we should go to sleep," she chipped in, and Ivan also realized his body was beginning to feel worn out from the day's training. Not that it was a bad feeling, it was just that Sheba was right, and Isaac had only gotten to Contigo just before the world was dark again as well.

However, even when he crawled into his bed and his body felt exhausted, his mind was restless. Even though the easiest questions had been answered... one remained, the one he hadn't felt comfortable asking -- why had Isaac come alone? If Garet missed him too, then why didn't he come along as well? And it wasn't exactly convincing that Isaac had so suddenly shown up just to check on things. As well as that, Ivan was not sure what he should be thinking, about, well, everything.

He somehow had gotten this little glimmer of hope that maybe there was another reason Isaac showed up. Maybe he had missed Ivan just as much as Ivan missed him. Maybe some kind of mutual feeling had developed somewhere along the line. But this couldn't be the case, could it? The rest of his mind was certain there was no way that could have happened.

... But when Isaac had described the situation with those he knew, there was no mention of him having any relationships, period. Combined with how he came to Contigo alone, that little spark of hope kept on bugging him. And it didn't help that the object of his affections was currently sleeping under the same roof.

He had no clue how long he laid there, trying to sleep and not being able to calm his mind enough to relax, and without relaxation he probably wouldn't get any sleep. And he got sick of trying to think about it at some point, giving up on sleep for now and deciding to go outside.
Not that going outside really helped, either. Almost unconsciously, Ivan started walking through the small town, away from his sister, away from nosy Sheba, and away from Isaac. He knew he was running away from his feelings again, but he was okay with that right now. And he kept walking for quite a while.

Somewhere along the line, he realized where he was going, but he was okay with that, too. He would be back before morning, and if he had to, he could survive without sleep just fine. The lighthouse hadn't moved all that far away even with Weyard remodeling itself, and with his going there often, he had the route memorized.

Even the trip from the bottom of the lighthouse to the top was fairly straightforward after having been there so many times. Just being around the lighthouse aerie with the large Jupiter Star hovering calmly within sight was enough to make Ivan feel calm, too. He could feel a little less uneasy now. To the point where he eventually laid down, even, despite how his bed was a lot more physically comfortable and he'd left that behind in favor of flat and rather cold tile. The stars really were beautiful from all the way on top of the lighthouse

He also eventually shut his eyes, after his worries, questions and suspicions went quiet in his mind after enough stargazing. And there he laid, forgetting entirely about how he was going to be back by morning.

"Ivan... "
A hand nudged him, followed by a voice he'd recognize anywhere no matter how different it sounded from when they were younger. And it was nice to semi-wake up to a face he'd recognize anywhere no matter how different it looked from when they were younger.

"... Isaac? What are you doing all the way up here?"
Ivan's question was a little soft and sleepy-sounding, but of course he'd just been napping, so that was to be expected. He sat up slowly, and blinked a bit, trying to get his eyes focused again.

"I could ask you the same thing... But I think I know already. You couldn't sleep, could you?" he chuckled, just a little. His voice was soft as well, at least he respected Ivan's sleepiness. And that voice was calming too, as if Isaac's presence itself drove away Ivan's worries.

"Pretty much," was Ivan's reply, and he noticed Isaac still hadn't moved from his kneeling position right next to him. And Ivan could hear Isaac's breathing, along with another chuckle, from this close a distance, and it was a miracle he wasn't feeling edgy in the slightest because of that. He didn't move, either.

"I remember... when you couldn't sleep, you would always stare at the sky. I'm not surprised that hasn't changed."

"Yeah... " Ivan remembered that, too. And how sometimes, when Ivan got up to sit somewhere where he could look at the stars, Isaac followed him. And they would talk, about anything, about everything.

"I'm glad it hasn't."

"Me too."
That response was almost automatic. He wasn't sure he was thinking straight, because this is what he'd been secretly wishing for so long to have again, or maybe he was still a little sleepy.
Ivan didn't say anything after that for a little while. Isaac didn't, either. They were staring at the stars, and Ivan felt... just, happy.

"You know... there's another reason I came to Contigo." Isaac looked away from the sky, back to Ivan. He didn't move away, he just sat down. Just like old times. Ivan had missed this.

"Yeah? Why's that?" he asked, also looking away from the sky, to Isaac. He couldn't be sure which sight was better.

"I missed you."

It was simple enough, but it still meant the world to Ivan. That undying flame of hope had been right about one thing. He was glad that the hazy light of the Jupiter Star wasn't bright enough for Isaac to see the blush on his face as he looked away. He looked away from Isaac with a smile, too.

"I missed you too," Ivan replied, unable to keep the happiness out of his voice.

It should have been somewhat obvious that he shortly was enveloped in Isaac's arms with a warm hug, one that felt nice because it was a little cold on top of the lighthouse, but Ivan still hadn't expected it. He would never complain about that, though, he just laid his head on Isaac's shoulder. It made sense at first, and Isaac didn't seem to mind, but Ivan was a little curious as to why that didn't bother him. And he didn't move his head when he thought that, he just said the first semi-coherent thought that followed the previous one.

"There's another reason why I'm glad you're here... "

Isaac still didn't move. "Why's that?" he asked, parroting Ivan's earlier question to him in response.

"... I think I love you."
Ivan didn't really think after he said that. He just leaned against Isaac more. He was still a little tired, and the serenity of the moment was getting to him a bit.

Isaac chuckled one more time. "Don't worry... "

"Why not... ?"
A little confusing, but Ivan was too sleepy and happy to question it, and his eyes were still closed anyway.

"Because I love you too."
Ivan smiled again. It would have been a bigger smile, but he was really tired now, and Isaac was warm, and he was loved, and all was right with the world.

but aaaaaaahhhhhh this was wonderful. I just wish it had went a leeeeetle bit further though ¦3~

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Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

The mason's Lament PART TWO

The Mason's Lament PART THREE (FINAL)

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Re: Questioning of Authority (4/4)

Re: Idiots

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oh man

Request!

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Re: Request!

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Hero Worship (contains spoilers, highlight to read)

Take It Off (drabble)

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Re: Hero Worship (contains spoilers, highlight to read)

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Re: Ingratitude - 10

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Since That Day (1/4)

Since That Day (2/4)

Since That Day (3/4)

Since That Day (4/4)

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