Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

[purplepimphats]

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.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Something romantic and/or erotic involving the wall in Loho and it's destruction.

Filled!

[(Anonymous)]

(Just so you know...you guys in Temple Chat are the best.
Also, I'm going to regret this so hard in the morning.)

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It looks like it’s empty.

Felix gave a quick glance to both sides. All of the dwarves nearby were far too occupied with their own conversations to notice him.

He had to be quick.

As quietly as he could, he placed his hand on the back hatch of the cannon. It was wider and rounder at the base than at the spout, and Felix couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship of the machine. He was tempted to take the glove off his hand to caress the material with his own fingertips, but he suppressed the urge.

The hatch opened with a small squeak, and Felix gently pulled it open – first by slipping in one finger through the opening as he pulled, then two, and then more until his whole hand was in. He opened just enough so that it was ready to take what he was about to put in.

Felix glanced around once more. The dwarves still hadn’t noticed him. Good.

Quickly, he pulled out the mythril sack. With the absence of the elemental star, the sturdy sack was good for carrying many other precious and potentially dangerous items. For this task, he had entrusted the sack to hold something else very important – the Magma Ball.

Felix supported the bottom of the sack against the palm of his hand. Through the material he could feel the heat of the ball. It throbbed and pulsed within. His hand began to sweat inside his glove.

He decided to waste no more time. With a grunt, he emptied his sack into the chamber. He grabbed the handle and closed the door as quickly and quietly as he could. He felt himself let out a breath that he didn’t realize that he was holding.

He glanced around again. To his amazement, still nobody had noticed him. He thought that if his actions hadn’t caught the attention of those around him, the sound of the pounding of his heart would.

Taking in another deep breath, he leaned forward and placed his shaking hands on the long, hard barrel, before running them down to the thick base.

He closed his eyes and focused his Psynergy. More energy was transferred to the cannon than was meant to.

The cannon shook.

Suddenly the base turned red-hot and burned his hands through his gloves. Felix drew back and hissed. In a moment of panic, he turned and bolted to the right-

Boom.

Release.

The ground shook underneath him, and the sound of the cannon firing drowned out the sound of his heart beating in his ears.

Too soon.

“Is everyone all right?”

His knees felt weak.

***

They got the cannon in the end. The group could now traverse the icy seas of the north, which led to Prox and the last lighthouse.

When they got to a large icy sheet, Felix felt his heart drop into his stomach. Isaac and Garet offered to fire the cannon this time, but he wouldn’t let that happen. This time, he would do it right.

He walked up and approached the cannon. Once again, he laid his hands on cannon’s base, pausing for a moment to close his eyes and take in a deep breath to steady himself.

He felt a hand on his arm. His eyes snapped open and he turned his head to see a small hand on his.

“Sheba?”

Sheba looked at him, closed her eyes, and smiled. “Maybe this time I should help you?”

The Mason's Lament PART ONE~ vagabond

[(Anonymous)]

A man once made his life meaningful as a mason. He built many walls in his lifetime and he loved all of them; some of his favorites he even had names for.

But no wall was more special to him than Katya. She was a beautiful sandstone aggregate mixed with raw stone from the surrounding lands that he had built by hand in Loho. She was young, only 18 years, still as beautiful and unpenetrated by cannonballs as the day she was made. The outer bricks had aged like fine wine, and it was even smoother to the touch than when it was part of the flatlands. Nobody in town touched Katya but the mason; they had far too much respect for the man who had built their humble town from the ground up.



The mason was eating a sandwich and thinking of a poem he would write about Katya when he heard the news of a group of 8 looking for the treasure of Loho. The mason suddenly lost his appetite. He stood up from his barstool in the restaurant he was at and left brusqely, thinking about many things. One of these things was the treasure of Loho, which was, in fact, the thing his precious wall Katya was protecting. He wondered about whether they would try to tear his wall down.

The mason realized that he was crying.

"Hey! Old guy! We're looking for the treasure of Loho and we think we know where it is, but the area's blocked off by a wall. Can you help us knock it down?"

The mason realized that he was no longer crying.

He turned around and saw 8 young men and women of various colors that had followed him as he exited the restaurant. One stepped up.

"Hey! Old man! What are you, deaf?" Felix jeered, holding up his hand in a rude gesture. "Some guy at the dock told us you know about that wall, so help us get to that treasure!"

"You...want to knock down that wall?" the mason said softly.

"Uh, yeah. That's exactly it. You gonna help us out or are you gonna pull at your junk and pretend you're not a hundred?"

The mason spoke flatly. "What if I told you that I would kill you if you did that?"

God when did he learn to bluff like that? Really, he would have to write a book to capitalize on his natural talent someday.

The young man just laughed. "Oh god, you're a REAL tryhard. Please, spare me the one liners. I don't think you know who you're talking to."

The mason seethed with anger. This prick wanted to destroy his finest creation just to get a material object! The nerve of him. The mason chose to omit exactly what kind of object Katya was and instead concentrate on the man and his friends.

Felix shrugged. "Okay, whatever, say your threats, but I still think you're just a Jello sack; I'll be nice and let you watch us blow up the wall without your crusty help. Piers, hold him down.

The tall one of the group stepped forward. "Please sir," he said calmly, "I would rather not have to do anything to discomfort you. Stand there and no harm will come to you." He looked back at Felix. "Is this really necessary?"

"Is it, Ms. Headband?" the mason said. "You're wearing an awful lot of girl clothes for the dumb muscle of the group."

Piers' face hardened. "I see. I suppose Felix was right then. Worry not. If you don't want to stand you can get on your knees. No one's stopping you."
Piers moved with surprising quickness and disabled the mason with a half nelson, his other arm striking behind the knee and putting him one knee on the ground.

Felix nodded. "It will suffice. Garet, get the cannon ready. Ivan, go get the cannonball.

The Ivan nodded happily. "Ivan!" it yelled, wandering off to get the cannonball.

Garet looked at Felix. "I don't know, Felix. What if this guy is different?"

Felix looked at him dumbly. "Why don't you ask Romeo and Juliet what we should do?"

Garet turned around and looked at Isaac, who was only paying attention to one thing right now, and that was Jenna's bra-strap.

"Isaac, should we think about this before we do it?" Garet whined, trying to get his attention.

The mason's Lament PART TWO

[(Anonymous)]

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's Lament PART THREE (FINAL)

[(Anonymous)]

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.

Re: The Mason's Lament PART THREE (FINAL)

[(Anonymous)]

BOY

YOU CRAZY

AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

POOR KATYA AND THE MASON :(