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an independent, so selective it’s dumb URI REISS from aot. written by saturn, sideblog to deuscaedo. all icons made by @xackrmnn !!!
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . ( a series of kiss prompts . some nsfw material present . )
❛ 01 . a kiss to say hello . ❛ 02 . a kiss for the first time . ❛ 03 . a kiss after a long time apart . ❛ 04 . a kiss to apologize . ❛ 05 . a kiss to forgive . ❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight . ❛ 07 . a kiss to say what you can’t say aloud . ❛ 08 . a kiss in secret / a forbidden kiss . ❛ 09 . a kiss to prove a point . ❛ 10 . a kiss against a wall . ❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop . ❛ 12 . a kiss that seals a marriage . ❛ 13 . a kiss before one goes away . ❛ 14 . a kiss in the shower . ❛ 15 . a kiss that comes out of nowhere . ❛ 16 . a kiss first thing in the morning . ❛ 17 . a kiss last thing at night . ❛ 18 . a kiss during combat . ❛ 19 . a kiss during a fake relationship . ❛ 20 . a kiss out of desperation . ❛ 21 . a kiss on the cheek . ❛ 22 . a kiss on the forehead . ❛ 23 . a kiss on the back of the hand . ❛ 24 . a kiss on the neck . ❛ 25 . a kiss on the fingertips . ❛ 26 . a kiss on the stomach . ❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ❛ 28 . a kiss over a scar . ❛ 29 . a kiss over a wound . ❛ 30 . a kiss to say goodbye .
xackrmnn:
HE’D JUST MANAGED TO SWALLOW THAT LUMP when Uri appeared. By the time his voice touched his ears, it was already too late. He squeezed his eyes shut, not even attempting to hide anything any longer. Teeth pressed on each other as he frowned strongly — his tears running down his cheeks. ❝ FUCK! ❞ he gasped loudly, slamming the palm of his hand repeatedly against the wall he leant against.
❝ SHE’S— ❞ another gasp, then a loud sob. Kenny couldn’t FUCKING STAND IT anymore. He was tired of watching young women rot away in the Underground, selling their bodies for a ridiculous price ; sometimes their lives. Just ONCE Kenny wanted to make a difference. CHANGE something. HELP someone. He couldn’t help Kuchel after all. ❝ There is no God! ❞ he breathed ; anger rising in his chest. Fists clenched. ❝ There’s no fucking God! There’s just PAIN! Everywhere! ❞ His face dropped and so did the tears that soon stained the floor he stood on. If it wasn’t so PATHETIC Kenny would have laughed. Instead he slowly slid down the wall.
He surrendered. He gave up. It was too late.
if there was anything he’d learned from Kenny, it was that the cruelty above ground sunk into the underground, gathered dirt, grime, more evil intent; Kenny always had been right. there would be no paradise if the souls trapped within the earth weren’t saved from the crushing privilege of the surface. now, in that moment, like so, so few others, Uri believed there could be no paradise, ever.
amethyst eyes watched the man sink, and his body finally reacted. slender fingers came to thread through dark hair, resting at the back of Kenny’s skull and bringing the man’s face to rest against the softness of his white robes over his stomach. the fabric took on tears, took on blood, but they could not take on the anger, the sense of failure he could feel rolling off of Kenny like a dark fog. the feelings had taken hold of the back of Uri’s throat, but he dared not compare them to the level of anguish his dear love was sunk into. ever so gently, the king sunk to his knees before him, settled in between his thighs. a mirror of their first meeting, though, so much closer, in so many ways.
using the sleeves, he brushed over Kenny’s cheeks, though he did not force the man to look up. perhaps Uri wanted to hide his own tears, rolling down his face in numerous little tributaries.
KENNY:
N U M B…
N U M B N E S S
It was all he felt as he stood in the door frame. The bag in his hand sliding out of his fingers, and landing with a THUD on the ground. He was pale and sweaty. Drenched in blood too. Only this time, it hasn’t been because of a kill. He leant his head against the frame, breathing heavily, sighing, then gasping. His arm came to wipe his tear-stained eyes, leaving a smudge of blood on his cheek.
@hiisflame
blood dripped upon the mantle wasn’t an odd occurence at the cabin. he’d never felt a pit in his stomach when exposed to the inner workings of the body, unlike his brother, apt to faint upon the mention of one of his children’s scrapes and cuts. delicate fingers were full of sprigs of peppermint, a cure for morning sickness, he’d gleaned from books and Rod’s wife. the only thing amiss in the silence between them were Kenny’s tears; he need not ask. Uri knew, at least, a part of him did. the peppermint fell to the table he’d been working on, and he came to stand before the man.
“Kenny,” the man’s name was in and of itself an assurance that he was home and a gentle inquiry.
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Sannes: My lord, why do you insist on walking around within the walls, it's dangerous!
Uri: *mumbling around a piece of bread* Mm, Hannes, it's fine -
Hannes: Eh? Who said my name?
Sannes: What do you mean, MY name, he said my name!
Uri:
Uri: Long lost brothers, there's no other logical explanation.
headcanon. Uri was an incredible shot with a handgun when he was a teen, as it relied more on reflex and accuracy rather than pure strength. he still owns a small pistol with a small bit of crystal from the underground chapel inlaid into the handle; it’s in a locked drawer in small study in the church. despite not using firearms in his role as king ( Sannes posits it’s because of his peaceful nature, while Frieda is well aware it’s due to the influence of the founder ), it’s still fully accepted by most individuals close to the king that he’s still a better shot than Rod.
continued from here with — @xackrmnn.
with how ethereal the king looked, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone a bit more whimsically inclined than Kenny would blame him for the snow, some kind of magic spell this little spirit could cast. the weather was not a kingdom he could reign over. the accusation of lying made him smile, feigning a scandalised gasp. “Me, a liar? Why, I never.” Uri giggled, taking a sip of his tea before toeing away from the window, being careful not to trip over the straps hanging from its waist — which, consequently, hung just about mid-thigh on him.
T H U M P !
“Ken — “ Uri stiffened as the pillow thwacked against his face, his hand deftly moving the tea cup out of the way without spilling a drip — speedy reflexes Kenny was quite aware of. as soon as the soft fabric began to fall to the ground, laughter erupted on his voice and his face, blue eyes crinkled at their corners. “Kenny, I can melt the snow. The titan’s pretty hot to the touch, remember? I burned you the last time. I’m still sorry about that, you know.” with a bit of effort due to the weight of the coat, he crawled onto the bed, curling up beside the older man with his knees pulled up to his chest, once again completely swallowed up by the coat — it was so warm against his bare skin underneath. “Oh, the festival... yes, there’s a sermon, have had it memorised for about 10 years now, far before I ever had to give it myself. My mother and I would make cookies. Rod always thought it was too girly. I was never really fond of the festival itself — I take you weren’t either?”
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WELL HOT DAMN URI FUCKING REISS
Finally got around to finishing this after a busy week of homework and SACs! Happy Season 3 Part 2 <3
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hiisflame:
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i just wanted you to fuck me, but then i got greedy. i wanted you to love me.
“You got everything you wanted, then, Kenny.”
Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!
Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: “I want you to hear me out.”
Nose: “You’re so cute.”
Cheek: “I want to tell you I love you.”/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/“You are mine.”
Over the heart: “I love you.”
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/“Wanna go cause some trouble?”
Forearm: Indifference/Don’t particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/“You are an idiot.”
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: “I will cause you pain.”
Feet: “I will serve you forever.”/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty
AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION .
acts that could be aggressive // or a little bit sexy // or both. send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it ! can send non - sexually as well.
THREATENING
🔪 // put a knife to my muse’s throat .
🖐️ // put a hand around my muse’s throat .
👕 // slide a weapon up under my muse’s shirt ( can specify ) .
👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer .
🔒 // lock my muse in a room alone with your muse .
🗩 // verbally threaten my muse ( please specify ) .
PINNING
🔙 // push my muse against a wall .
📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .
🔵 // grab my muse hard enough to leave a bruise .
🔑 // handcuff my muse .
➰ // tie my muse to a chair .
⭕ // restrain my muse with an item of clothing ( please specify ) .
🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .
📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ .
🔗 // otherwise restrain my muse ( please specify ) .
LIGHTER
👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .
⚡ // tug my muse’s hair .
⚠️ // bite my muse ( can specify where ) .
😏 // give my muse a hickey .
✂️ // run fingernails over my muse’s skin & scratch them .
💦 // cover my muse’s mouth .
DARKER
💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .
🗡️ // cut my muse with a knife ( can specify where ) .
💀 // kidnap my muse .
😶 // put a hand over my muse’s nose & mouth .
💥 // tighten something around my muse’s throat that restricts their blood - flow / oxygen supply ( please specify ) .
Send me a number and I’ll write a starter about the corresponding word:
(You can send multiple numbers, and I’ll try to combine the words in a starter)
1. Blood 2. Roses 3. Phantom 4. Summon 5. Bridge 6. Battle 7. Fear 8. Storm 9. Road 10. Power 11. Wolf 12. Revenge 13. Cold 14. Warm 15. Journey 16. Snake 17. King 18. Maze 19. Love 20. Hate 21. Murder 22. Death 23. Home 24. Force 25. Mountains 26. Gold 27. Silver 28. Rain 29. Betrayal 30. Protection 31. Dark 32. Whisper 33. Intimate 34. Skin 35. Screams 36. Tree 37. Religion 38. War 39. Peace 40. Laughter 41. Tears 42. Hurt 43. Comfort 44. Legend 45. Fire 46. Water 47. Earth 48. Air 49. Sun 50. Moon