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purplepimphats) wrote2010-12-07 05:03 am
purplepimphats) wrote2010-12-07 05:03 am
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.
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.
A Helping Hand: Revised 7/?
(Anonymous) 2011-01-28 10:02 am (UTC)(link)She returned it with her own and sat beside him. “What are you going to do with the big one?” she asked, pointing at a disturbingly large fish, slightly longer than Matthew was tall.
He spit out another bone, and she made a face at how unhygienic he was. “Dunno. Dad can have it, I guess.”
“You’re being rather charitable today, Tyrell,” Karis noted with mild curiosity.
“He likes fish,” he said, using a particularly thin bone as a toothpick.
---
Back in the cabin…
“You know, I really enjoyed you knocking me off your lap. What am I, a fish?” Isaac grumbled as he unbuttoned and peeled off his sweaty shirt before throwing it in a small pile which consisted of his boots and the rest of his clothes. His gloves followed.
“I don’t like fish. I like pork,” Garet replied after divesting himself of his shirt, completely missing the point. He pulled off his own pants while awkwardly hopping in place. “And I don’t want explain any stains on my clothes to Tyrell. You have no idea just how insightful he is.”
“I’ll think about it later then,” Isaac surmised and propped himself onto the table. Garet had to stifle a laugh, especially on how casual he was behaving even when completely naked, before asking, “So… do you have anything?”
“Sword polish.”
“…”
”Ow!” Isaac yelped, prodding at his poor foot. “You didn’t have to kick me!”
Garet snorted and walked away to an adjacent desk. “And you’re supposed to be the smart one between us.”
“It… It was a joke…”
“A really bad one then.” Garet paused from opening a drawer, pulling out a broken backscratcher. He stared at it incredulously before showing it to Isaac, who shrugged, and then dropping it back inside. “You’re also much more talkative. Maybe it’s the drug?”
“You just don’t have a sense of humor… And I’m always talkative.” He ignored Garet’s “Tell that to my other friend: the wall” comment. Isaac squinted at the next thing he picked out and shook his head. “No, it’s a jar. No, not that one. The white one. The wound ointment. I think that’s it. Give it to me.”
His vision blurred.
Isaac barely caught the small bottle that Garet lobbed in one hand, the other rubbing at his temples. When he glanced up at the other man, who was looking at him with concern again, he put the bottle aside and raised a hand to placate him. “Don’t worry. Disorientati… dizziness usually comes and goes with the drug being pumped into my system, probably to offset the sensory overl… how sensitive my body gets. Then the need sets in again. And again…”
“…You mean this has happened to you before? This isn’t the first time Jenna did it?”
“I don’t know just how much the dosage was in the ale, but… don’t worry,” he reiterated, breathing heavily. “The longest it lasted was only... 1 hour, at most, if I recall correctly. And I had my revenge on her with the same drug anyway.”
“Why did she do it?”
“I…” Isaac stammered, providing the larger male a rare image of his reddening face, avoiding his gaze like a child. “I… sort of… did the same thing that I did to you and made her angry.” Garet stared at him, unblinking, for over a minute.
“Oh.” He shrugged indifferently, reaching over for Isaac’s erection. The blond groaned appreciatively, enjoying the feel of those large callused fingertips on his heated skin. “Then it was entirely your fault.”
Whatever good mood Isaac was in had promptly disappeared.
“…And here I thought you were supposed to be my best friend…”
---
Somewhere near the base of Goma Plateau…
“Are we all packed?” Matthew asked, hair still relatively wet. He put out their bonfire by producing a small pit right below so that it dropped inside. Then he summoned piles of dried dirt to put out the flame before hefting his backpack on. Fiddling with an old buckle on one of the straps, he looked at the other two expectantly.
“Ready, leader,” Tyrell grinned smugly. The blond gave him the finger. His expression dropped.