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SSSS Prompt generator

(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
http://seventybyheart.x10host.com/index.html

Somebody made one!
I'm going to play with this thing all night.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOD:


Sigrun Eide
Reynir Árnason
"it can't be that hard"
unresolved issues
cave/underground
lust


Yeeeesssssssssssssss.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, good.

You know what you must do.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
HAVE SOME SPEEEEEEEED SMUT:




"Oh, gods," Reynir whimpers. It's the last thing he has the chance to say before Sigrun's fingers press down his tongue.


"See," she tells him. "It's not so bad. Just focus on me." On her fingers and her voice. And the ache between his legs, she'll bet. That should be more than enough to keep his mind off the wait. It's not so bad, it's really not. The others should be able to dig them out in no time. They've got air coming in and help on the way. The rest is all in their heads. In the meanwhile, a tiny distraction never hurt anyone. She curls her fingers up against the roof of his mouth and draws them back out good and slow. Reynir strains his neck to follow her.


"Easy, kid." Talk about slamming the gas. Farm boy doesn't do things by halves, does he? "You can have 'em back," she promises, slipping two fingers between his lips again. Just enough so he can't talk back properly. "But you're going to have to show me how deep you can take 'em. Do you think you can take 'em?" Reynir doesn't try to speak, doesn't try to nod, just groans again. Good, so he gets the rules of this little game.


"That's right. 'cause you're a good boy, aren't you?" She offers him her fingers to suck. He laps between them with slow strokes of his tongue, along the sides and down to the soft juncture, sucking at the thin flesh. Hard as he is, his shoulders are trembling. She gets the feeling they're stumbling into some kind of uncharted territory for him, but that's something they can worry about later. One thing at a time.


It can't be that hard.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Okay I guess we're doing the whole "write flashfiction based on generator results", are we? ;V

Prompt:
Lalli Hotakainen
Emil Västerström
Tomorrow we start anew.
troubled thoughts
in or near water
ache
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The sun sat on the edge of the world like an egg, spilling its yellow yolk into the sea.

Emil watched it, and tried to ignore the slowly–spreading ache in his chest. He knew what it was, and he didn't want to think about it, even if it was hard – almost impossible.

He tried not to think about the morning. More importantly, what would happen in the morning. Or the afternoon. Or whenever the boat that was scheduled to pick them up would arrive.

One more night. Everything would change after this.

Lalli sat beside him, staring off into space. He leaned against Emil with his head resting on his shoulder. That was familiar. He'd taken to doing that a month or so into the expedition, and Emil had come to just expect it. Every time that Lalli sat down next to him – there it was, that head on his shoulder, the gesture that sent his insides twisting. That, and the hand that would settle over his own, Lalli's long fingers sinking into the gaps between his own.

How many more moments would they have like this?

It had been bad enough that everyone else was talking about leaving. Sigrun seemed excited to head back home, going on loudly and at length about all the stories she would tell. Tuuri wanted to see her brother, and had mentioned that Reynir was homesick, too. Mikkel seemed resigned to his fate. The support crew's voices crackling through the radio were enthusiastic, optimistic, full of We can't wait to see you! along with an unsaid We can't wait to see what you found.

And Lalli?

Emil knew he could have asked Tuuri to ask him how he felt, but he didn't. It didn't seem right. It was too personal.

"Will you miss me?"

Before all this, he might have said, You'll miss me, of course, no matter if the person he happened to be talking to actually would or wouldn't. But that was back then, and Lalli was not just anyone, and the question came more easily when Emil knew that the person it was addressed to wouldn't understand a word.

He turned his head a little to look at him. Lalli's eyes were open, blinking at him slowly, curious. Listening, but not understanding.

"I'll miss you," Emil said. For a split second, he hesitated, then squeezed Lalli's hand.

The squeeze he got in return wasn't a surprise. He half expected it, anyway. What was a surprise was Lalli lifting his head, brushing his lips against Emil's cheek. Quick, light, hardly anything, but undeniably there.

Emil stared at him, stunned, blushing scarlet. He tried to think of what to say, or what to do, but somehow nothing presented itself.

A voice came from the direction of the tank. Someone – Sigrun – was calling them. The sun would be setting properly soon, and it was time to go inside. Lalli looked over toward where it had come from, frowned, then stood. But he didn't leave.

Emil tried to will away the heat on his cheeks. It didn't work. Well, he decided, he'd have to just deal with that. Hopefully nobody would notice, and even if they did, it wouldn't be the first indignity he had suffered during this trip. Rising, he looked at Lalli, who just stared back in his quiet way.

Maybe he hadn't understood the question. But maybe he had. The kiss had said I'll miss you without any words at all.

Emil walked back, Lalli beside him. Their fingertips barely brushed.

The ache in his chest was heavy as a stone.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
How dare you :(

Jk that was beautiful. <3 But still, :(

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that was nice. Sad! Nice.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw. ;_; Emil, stop that. Emil, no.


(YEAH, WELL, INDIGNITY HAS BEEN GOOD FOR HIM.)

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit, this is so much fun:




Mikkel Madsen
Onni Hotakainen
"absolutely unremarkable"
duty and/or responsibility
flowers
friendship


When babysitting proves to be too dangerous an undertaking in the long term, and running errands too rife with opportunities for things to go awry, the Swedish couple in charge of this insane endeavor exile Onni to the garden on the nicer days. He doesn't-- he doesn't know how to take care of anything, he tries to tell them. His Icelandic is passable, but it's not that good. With too-small gloves and Siv's half-comprehensible guidance, he is pushed out to the flowerbeds to assume responsibility for staving off yet another handful of deaths. It's like the gods thrive on his humiliations.


The tall stalks of violet blooms look hardy enough. But then again, so have many people.


This is how he first meets the project's medic, clipping away at the brush, nearly half of Onni's efforts lying disembodied in a pile at his feet. He doesn't even have the decency to look abashed about the mess he's making.


"What," Onni demands, reaching for the shears in his hands. "Do you think you're doing?!" Unperturbed, the man lifts the shears over his head, just out of Onni's grasp.


"Gardening," the man says without further elaborating. And resumes mangling the flowers.


"You're killing them!" Onni cries, throwing his arm between the stranger and his work. That at least captures his attention. Enough so that he stops again. Calmly, the stranger turns his sleepy gaze on him.


"You don't know much about caring for plants, do you," he says. It's more an observation than a question.


"I--"


"Sit," the stranger instructs him. His hands are steady as he gathers another fistful of brush. "I'll show you what you need to do."

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the idea of Onni failing at gardening! This was cute.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-25 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
OH. :D I love the idea of Onni as a failtastic gardener. And yes yes yes interaction between these two is something that I never knew I wanted, but now that I've seen it, I like it.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't need or want any prompts because I have nothing but unfinished writing, but this thing is amazing. Gah, this would be a terribly sad story:

Reynir Árnason
Mikkel Madsen

you're in charge
epistolary fic
cat(s)
insanity

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's do some more:




Onni Hotakainen
Reynir Árnason
before it starts raining
interrupted and/or imperfect sex
morning after
happiness


Keuruu is safe. Safe enough to sleep outside if one wants, even in summer, and the night scouts keep to a zone just a ways outside the safe areas. So it's private enough if one wants, too. There is just one thing, though:


They get a rude awakening just after the sky begins to brighten -- late, through the heavy clouds. He should have known. The rain comes down in a single, sudden blanket, shocking Onni out of the heady spell Reynir's fingers are tracing along the inside of his thigh.


"Come on." Onni pulls his cloak over Reynir's shoulders. "There should be a cave nearby." They collect their clothes as fast as they can and run. Reynir is breathless and laughing when they break at last, in the shelter of the cave. He's a mess, with his thick hair matted to his head by rainwater and entirely naked but for the fur cloak he's clasping closed at the collar. There's a rash of mud clambering up his legs and Onni suspects they're matching in that regard. The bundle of clothes (whose, Onni isn't quite sure) he himself is holding is completely soaked.


"This was a bad idea," Onni says. Who knows when the rain will let up? Reynir keeps on smiling like this has been the greatest adventure of his life. Water runs in rivulets down his pale belly, cutting clean swaths where it trails all the way down through the filth on his legs.


"Well, I like your new boots." The cheeky little bastard. "Can I have a kiss?"

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, love it. Cheeky, indeed.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-25 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
This is so adorable. <3 I'll never get tired of these two!

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-25 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, let's see what the generator has for me:

Lalli Hotakainen
Emil Västerström
"That never happened."
Character study
Afternoon
Lust

...excellent.

(I'm more of an artist than a writer, so if this prompt tickles anyone's fancy, feel free to use it! I might draw something for it later... ;D)

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-25 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent, indeed. Mm.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-27 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
I WANTED SO VERY BADLY FOR THIS TO BE UNADULTERATED FILTH. Alas.


Sigrun Eide
Onni Hotakainen
Might as well make it count for something.
compromising positions
face-to-face
defiance




Trond told her the big Finnish guy's former military just like all the rest of them. Funny thing is, you really wouldn't know it, the way he covers his chest the moment he realizes he isn't alone in the hall. Doesn't his base have communal showers? Isn't there a thing about saunas? But no, here he is, clasping a hand across his breast like her walk to the Västerström's bathroom is an affront to his delicate sensibilities and glaring fit to burn a hole in her face.


So how can she resist an opening like that? Everyone knows there's no backing down from a challenge: she steps right up into his personal space.


"Yeah?" It's pure kid stuff. Back straight, chest out, chin up just like that -- his face crinkles right up like he's trying not to cry. "You looking at something?"


Whatever he says, his voice comes out choked and muted. And totally incomprehensible. Right. Language stuff. She forgot about that. Well, he's making an effort and it's a solid try. Besides, it's not like they don't understand each other just fine. She cocks her head and gives him a good, thorough look. Little on the short side. Mostly solid bulk, not that you can tell through the clothes. Doesn't look like he's ever been in a fight in his life. On the one hand, she could take him. On the other, it just wouldn't be fair. She clamps a hand onto his shoulder as she passes.


"Go to bed before you hurt yourself, kid."


But hey, points to him for trying.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-27 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god

...yeah as much as I would want filth from that prompt, this is probably how it would go, lol.

"Go to bed before you hurt yourself, kid" Oh, Sigrun.

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-29 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
I'm just this close to a sniggerfit over this one - not even as a pairing, just... the talk that'd ensue if Lalli brought his boyfriend home.

Onni, Emil
Nnno.
unresolved issues
Keuruu
arrogance

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-29 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
I just about died, pff. Because YEAH there sure would be a Talk. Can't imagine Onni would get on that well with Emil at all, language barriers aside. :D

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-29 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Pffft. I would read this so hard.

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Onni Hotakainen
Reynir Árnason
Might as well make it count for something.
picking up the pieces
haven/dreamscape
anguish


He wakes with a crick in his neck and his first thought is to reach for his pillow, wherever it's gotten to. His hand meets naked earth instead and it shakes his balance. It's possible to sleep in one's dream space. He just. Doesn't. Usually.


Usually there isn't an arm around his waist there, either. He takes stock of the narrow wrist, the long fingers and the sharp knuckles under his fingers. The humid breath on the nape of his neck. The warmth behind him shifts. And Onni feels his blood run cold.


"Are you awake?" The question is barely more than a whisper in his hair. "I mean-- you know--"


"I know what you mean," Onni replies, and it takes all his strength of will to drive the tremor from his voice. "I'm. I'm here." Another breath upon his shoulder. Onni isn't prepared to move. The moment he sits up, there is no looking away from this. Reynir watches him push off of his back through half-lidded eyes. Still only somewhat awake, perhaps. And so...


So trusting. As if Onni hasn't just made a horrible mistake. It surfaces in his mind in pockets of memory, like air rising to the skin of a lake. The nails carving furrows in his thighs, Reynir's soft lips at the root of his cock-- he shakes his head to clear the thoughts away. His head swims as he remembers, and the pleasure of it all clouds his judgment. Fingertips on his hip begin to whet the need anew. His heart wavers. And he hungers. Like a beast.


"Stop that." Even to his own ears, his voice is not half as steady as he would like. "This is wrong. We can't do this." Reynir's caresses slow.


"What do you mean? I thought..." His chest swells once as he sucks in a lungful of air. "It was okay, wasn't it? I liked it-- it felt good." He can't meet Onni's eyes as he confesses this, redness spreading across his cheeks and up his ears. "Like I could really show you--"


"You should go." It's a relief that Reynir has already turned away, so that Onni does not have to be the one to do so first. "I'm sorry."


"But I--"


"I'm sorry."


"If it was something I did wrong--"


"Just. Please, go--"


With his hands clasped over his face, Onni waits until he can no longer hear Reynir nor feel his presence beside him. For a long time after he waits, until the lapping of the water below slowly gives way to Keuruu's distant birdsong. Only then does he stand, and begin to gather his clothes.

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s c r r r e a m

edit: ok. i recovered a little. oh my god. I love this!!! Reynni is so sweet but it could go bad really........really easily, which is part of why I love it so much. Onni is so self-sabotaging!!! Reynir doesnt get it!!! bury me hereeeeee
Edited 2016-05-14 07:09 (UTC)

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(Anonymous) 2016-05-21 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Y'know, if you don't use the character portion of the generator, it works okay-ish for aRTD, provided you already have characters/pairing in mind.

So with the following:
you should never worry about me
failure
morning after
lust

Here's some Joona/Hannu.
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It was the last time.

No more nights spent together. No more staying up until who-knows-when, with their bodies pressed together, with sleep the last thing on their minds.

No more hands gripping wrists, hair, throats, shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Joona asked Hannu, glancing sideways at him. He was standing in front of the open kitchen window, mug of coffee in his hands, early-morning sunlight on his face, hair spilling down his back.

Hannu pulled his gaze away, and bent to pet Ville, who was snuffling at his feet under the table, and pretended that he hadn't been looking at him in the first place. "Mmhm. I'm fine." Are you? The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't ask.

It didn't matter.

Hannu ran his tongue over his lower lip. It was weird that Joona lingered on him. The sharpness of his teeth on his lips. His long-fingered hands gripping and pulling his hair. Nails digging into the soft skin at his wrists.

He would have to hold on to this. Savour it as long as he could. They wouldn't do it again.

That's what you decided last time, Hannu reminded himself. That it would be the last time.

What they had wasn't working. They both knew it. But they hadn't been able to stay away from each other.

Joona's fingertips brushed along his shoulder. Grazed the back of his neck. Hannu closed his eyes and bit at his lip.

It wouldn't be the last time.