selkies-and-cycles
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selkies-and-cycles · 12 days ago
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This was what originally launched my Fodlan Summer obsession, specifically the recent Summer Dedue in FEH. I suppose Archbishop Byleth and hubs would be feeding friends at the beach cookout :3
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selkies-and-cycles · 18 days ago
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TIL Dedue's named may be inspired by the ancient Nubian god of incense (funerary rites) Dedun/Dedwen. He was associated with wealth, prosperity, and fire. He was also believed to be the protector of dead Nubian rulers. His depictions are either man or lion.
Interesting...
Wealth/Prosperity: Dedue's nation was invaded for their riches by greedy nobles of Western Faerghus. Using Duscur as scapegoat for Lambert's assassination was a convenient excuse.
Fire: Dedue's father was a blacksmith. He is also very good in the art of homemaking (hearth -> associated with fireplace/fire)
Protector of Dead Rulers: After Dimitri's death, a living Dedue watches over his grave (AM) or completes his quest for vengeance (SS, VW). In CF (Tragic End #1), he sacrificed himself in a last ditch effort to protect Dimitri (who is a dead man walking in this route)
Incense (Funerary Rites): In CF (Tragic End #2), he helps a fatally wounded Dimitri find peace before dying.
Lion: He is a member of the Blue Lion House
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selkies-and-cycles · 24 days ago
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a belated happy birthday to my babygirl dimitri
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selkies-and-cycles · 28 days ago
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Anyway some Dimileth compilation, and some others dmlth AUs
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selkies-and-cycles · 28 days ago
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Mesmerizing ✨
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selkies-and-cycles · 1 month ago
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anatomically incorrect capitano
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selkies-and-cycles · 2 months ago
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selkies-and-cycles · 2 months ago
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promised meeting
Happy 5 years to FE3H! I know I don't draw much from it but I do love this game and these 2 dearly 💙💚
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selkies-and-cycles · 2 months ago
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The past few weeks as of late in a nutshell
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selkies-and-cycles · 2 months ago
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DEAR TO ME ,,
𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒔 x gn!reader Rating: T Type: Fluff, little angst in the middle (minimum) Word count: 2.4k [ See bottom for A/N and notes ]
Prologue: Drunkards are often left at Kuras' door, and so were you.
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It was a normal night really, you had come back from your daily errands, tried to discover more of the Senobium as well as your curse and retired to the Wet Wick for a nice drink before your rightfully earned rest.
So how did you end up like this? Seriously, how? At the door of Kuras' clinic, probably drunk out of your mind. Hell, that one drink must've turned in 4 or 5 more, Leander knew how to be persuasive. How did the doctor even come to mind? Were you hoping for a remedy to sober up? A quieter place to rest? You blinked, your mind blank. Amongst the fog caused by the alcohol, coherent thoughts were still present.
"I'm just gonna piss him off aren't I" you said to yourself, staring at the wooden door before dragging your gaze at each of your sides. Maybe it was still too early in the night to start seeing passed out drunkards outside his clinic, but you didn't mind, at all. It was actually better for you. "What am I even doing here..." you grimaced, gently slapping your cheeks to gather your thoughts.
"Why am I even thinking so hard about this? If I'm bothering him he'll just send me away, it's not like he's not capable of doing that." Indeed, why were you worrying so hard about a man you met a few weeks ago...or did you knew him for longer? Time flew. Despite that, you got close to the doctor in question, your relationship developing and forming something that was more than a normal acquaintance. You had a bond with him, a bond you cherished.
"Screw this." you looked up at the door, raising one arm and ready to knock. As your knuckles made contact with the wood you heard a clicking sound and the door opened, as on cue. Your eyes snapped up, meeting his own. There he was, Doctor Kuras, in all his mysterious elegance, looking down at you with a placid expression. "Y/n" he called, acknowledging your presence at the ungodly hour. "Kurasss" you responded, dragging the 's' in a long slur "you, surprised me" your raised arm fell to your side again. "So did you" his eyes narrowed, a small smile crept on his face. "How did you...uhm, figure out I was out here?" — "I heard mumbling and couldn't concentrate properly on my reading, so I investigated".
Fuck, you did bother him afterall. "I apologize, I didn't really think this through-" — "You're drunk" he interrupted you, his brows furrowed. "No?" you swayed, your hand flying up gripping the wall to stabilize yourself. "No?" he repeated, his eyes closing. "No" — "Y/n." his voice firm. You weren't doing a great job at keeping the conversation light-hearted, was he mad? Bothered? "Come inside" he held the door open for you. You stared forward, your body had gotten comfortable standing where it was, and Kuras picked up on that. Walking beside you, he placed a hand on your lower back and gave you the slight push you needed to unfreeze from your position. Then you followed him inside.
"You can sit on the bed" he stated, walking over his doctor stuff, you knew the specific name, but couldn't bother to remember it at the moment. You took a seat on the firm bed, looking at your lap, waiting and thinking, again, why you were there. The furniture around brought you back at the start of this insane journey.
"...Y/n? Have this" his silky voice reached you, godness... sometimes you thought that the same voice was enough to put you to sleep. "Thanks" you smiled as you brought the small cup to your nose. "Smells like liquor" ...was Kuras trying to worsen your drunken state? Was he even capable of that? You earned an almost full smile from the tall man. "Does it?" his eyes squinted in a fox-like stare. You shrugged and downed the drink.
"FUCK" you cursed before coughing, a few strangled noises came out of you as you wiped your mouth on your sleeve. "Bitter, bitter, bitter" you coughed. Kuras still had that smile plastered on his face, the now empty cup in his hands. "Your reaction is completely understandable, most people react that way" he blinked slowly, admiring your response. "But it worked regardless of the unpleasant taste" he added walking towards his counter to put down the cup and to tide up a few small vials. "What even was that?" you briefly stuck your tongue out, the bitter taste lingering. "Felwort" — "..." sensing your confusion he explained further: "A flower, more specifically a plant." His head turned to the side to look at you. "I don't feel less drunk" — "It wasn't to sober you up, it was to make you react" — "So you turned me from a tired drunk to a fiesty drunk?" You heard an irregular breath coming out of him, similar to a snort, a very quiet one. "If you want to put it that way, go ahead”. You shook your head and blinked a few times, your sight was still blurred and you felt tipsy as hell, but Kuras was right, you weren't on the brim of passing out anymore... you wouldn't have minded going to sleep tho.
"You're always helping me..." your voice was a whisper in the quiet room, still, Kuras heard you perfectly. He turned around, glasses in hand. "It's my job as a doctor, I told y-" — "That's not what I meant." you met his eyes.
"You're always here for me, you were here when I first arrived in Eridia...you saved me, you were and still are here when I need guidance, you even are here when I don't wanna eat my meals alone" you rubbed your forehead, your head hurt, and you weren't even hungover at that moment. Kuras stayed silent, a pensive gaze veiling his expression. "I'm just constantly wondering how you haven't betrayed me yet" as your eyes trailed to the ground, your face scrunched up in an angry expression. It hurt. Drunk words are sober thoughts. You were scared, scared like crazy.
You couldn't afford to find comfort in anything, as you were used to having that thing taken away by those who you dared to trust.
"Please don't betray me, please be always here," you mumbled to yourself, your eyes glossing. The three stages of a drunk person: tired, aware, and sad... it was almost funny, you would've laughed at the situation if you weren't the person dealing with it.
Kuras' footsteps were light as a feather, silent, elegant like him. He stood in front of you, leaving his glasses at your side on the bed. You didn't look up, and when the taller man understood that, his hand gently tilted your chin up and made you look at eachother. At the sight of his expression, your eyes slowly opened wide.
Brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, that one single expression held so much sorrow that you felt your heart squeeze in your chest. His eyes boring into yours, eyes filled with delicate worry. You didn't care if Kuras himself didn't care about you in reality or that maybe all of his actions were a made-up act. He was worried about you at that moment, and that was enough. You wanted to live the moment. Maybe he just pitied you, but you were craving so much comfort that you would've accepted any form of it. Even if that comfort was just eye contact. Especially if it was from him.
His golden eyes scanned your face, his hand slid up and rested on your cheek, thumb wiping a tear in the most gentle way possible. His lips slowly twisted in a smile.
"I won't betray you y/n" he said. "You're dear to me, so very dear"
You stared at him, dazed. Did he mean it? You felt your face grow warmer, but not enough to make it noticeable. Fucking doctor. Fucking charming doctor. In your drunken tiredness you ended up resting your head against Kuras' chest, in a half-hug. One of his hands still on your cheek, the other gently stroking your back to calm down your silent sobs. He waited for you. He always waited for you. And you loved that, you almost didn't believe it.
Half an hour later, there you were. Again... How did you end up like this? On one of the clinic's couches, curled up under your own cloak (gifted by the doctor himself), half asleep with your head resting on Kuras' lap. The same man caressing your hair in slow motions, waiting for you to fall asleep in his care. He promised you that it was fine, he would've never suggested it if he didn't want to do it. "I think it will make you feel better, don't you agree?" he had said.
Cheeky doctor. You opened your eyes lazily, your head twisting to be able to see his face. He was already watching you, a small smile adorning his features. He smiled often with you. Maybe you were funny to him. "Kuras..." you wanted to thank him, to tell him his eyes were the best thing to look at, that you would've spent hours around him, that he was insanely charming, and that you never wanted to see a trace of worry on his face ever again... drunk thoughts, huh? But everything trailed off, your voice overcome by tiredness. He chuckled, clearly this time. "Goodnight y/n" he caressed your forehead. "Night" you responded, and let yourself slip into sleep.
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Morning. Sun. Brightness. Noise. Pain, a lot of it. You groaned, loudly. Your head was killing you. And so was your stomach, it felt like burning. Figures... you thought. You knew you drank last night. You knew that you saw Leander and Kuras at a certain point, and you knew about an extremely, disgustingly, bitter drink you had.
You rolled on whatever surface you were on, shielding your eyes from the light as you waited to decently regain consciousness. You were in your room, in your bed. You could hear the usual ruckus on the ground floor of the Wet Wick. At least you weren't in some weird alley.
"Some cold water will help" you said to yourself as you padded towards the bathroom. You took a good look at yourself in the mirror, you didn't look as bad as you felt. That was good. Your bandages came slightly loose, you frowned. You needed to change them anyway... You took the cloths off your arms, trying not to pay attention at their appearance, one you still haven't gotten used to. You cupped your hands together and filled them with water, looking at it rippling your golden scars. Then you washed your face until satisfied, small droplets running down and between the curves of your face. You went on like usual, washing, dressing, bandaging your arms, tidying up the bedroom as best as you could, and heading down to the counter for a short breakfast.
"Look at you my friend! Goodmorning" you heard a familiar shout, Leander. "Hey" you offered him a tired smile. "How are you feeling?" — "Everything spins, what did you make me drink yesterday night?" — "Ah— heh... I don't remember either, lost track of my own drinks as well" an embarassed blush rose on his face. "You're awful" you both laughed at your statement. "You don't seem to be doing bad tho" you took notice of his unusual clearness, he was supposed to be as hungover as you were. "That's because I have my own hangover remedy, it's a simple drink really" — "Should I trust you?" you raised an eyebrow. "No, you shouldn't."
He stared directly in your eyes.
"But!" he clapped his hands, startling you. "You've got my word on this one, I'll give you just my —most genuine— hangover drink" he winked before getting to work. Leander was a funny guy. Always so weirdly cheerful. You trusted him, even if his jokes about the fact that you shouldn't were extremely numerous. After a few minutes a cup slid in front of your hands, steam came out of it. "Here, tell me if you like it" the mage sat in front of you, behind the counter. You took the glass, and brought it to your nose. "Smells like honey" you took a sip and stuck your tongue out. "It's bitter". Leander's eyes widened "Oh I'm sorry, have some sugar". And then the two of you fell quiet as you drank the 'magic liquid'.
"You know... you scared me yesterday night" Leander rubbed his neck. "Huh? Why?" — "I was cleaning the counter and managed to sober up enough to help out serving. Kuras suddenly arrived with you, completely knocked out, in his arms. I thought the worse, maybe a soulless attacked you."
What?
"Wait, Kuras... in his arms?" your eyes widened and your muscles tensed. "Yeah, he explained me the situation and asked me where your room was, 'suppose he tucked you in"
So, that's what happened. Your face heated up, your cheeks and ears turning red. Not only from embarrassment. "Oh heavens..." you covered your face, Leander laughed out loud. "Cheer up! The doctor did us both a favour, don't know what I would've done if one of my guest suddenly disappeared" He patted your shoulder. "I have work to do now, but I'll see you later y/n!”. And just like that he was gone, a few bloodhounds on his tail.
Kuras. Kuras carried you back to bed, where did he even find you? Your mind raced as you stepped back to your room, if the alcohol was no longer torturing your head then your thoughts were. When you opened the door, you noticed something that you missed before, a small note on your bedside table. You skipped towards it, curious, you recognised the handwriting…doctor handwriting. You read the note with attention.
"Feel better soon." signed Kuras. Cheeky doctor.
You decided to keep the note, it made you smile, a lot. You never thought that you'd have ended up drunk in Kuras' care. Never. Leander? Sure, it always happened. Ais? Meh could happen. But Kuras wasn't an option, up until yesterday. "...that doctor" you bit your lip, trying to suppress a stupid smile. You made a mental note to thank him next time the two of you would've met, maybe even buy him something. But for now, staring at the note was all you could do.
Little did you know that Kuras didn't leave you wthout a parting gift, one last stroke to your cheek and a tender kiss on the forehead. He liked you more than you thought.
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A/N: Uploading this fanfiction took years off my life. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are some errors I didn't notice! Thanks for reading, your attention is immensely appreciated ❤️
Notes: Felwort or Gentian root is an herb native to Europe. The health benefits of gentian root include improved digestion, appetite, blood sugar, and other benefits. It's extremely bitter. Also this fanfiction was created by basing myself on Kuras' new expression!
⎼ Alluviia
Dividers by @cafekitsune
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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hes feeling silly
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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Bill at therapy Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
TW: EYE STRAIN | SH | DEATH\SUICIDE MENTIONS
(It’s a bit darker this time sorry guys)
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Now I know you guys voted angry but let’s be honest, I’m a filthy half liar
(There is a script which I find…much sadder! So yeah!)
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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THE BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS
Guys I’m still way too mentally ill about this book so here’s Bill being a lonely bitch wanting his family back, too bad he killed them all ☠️
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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alex hirsch being the #1 billford shipper
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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words bill cipher has now canonically said:
bastard (twice)
sex (as part of "plansexual")
slay (twice; @cultofcipher)
polycule (in the sentence "kill me before you start telling me about your polycule" (@grainthief)
freak and freaky (in regards to the reader; @scruffy-person)
pervert (also in regards to the reader; @stolen-glass-bottle
himbo (@aloha-arteacher)
the phrase "Get Gatsby'd, sucker"
he also said he fucked my mom
what am i supposed to do about that does anyone have any advice
additionally
advises you to tell girls that you want to eat their hair. i second this notion
doesn't know the difference between fear and love (@awkwarddaydreamingpotato)
thinks screaming means someone is attracted to you (@awkwarddaydreamingpotato)
has a "seduction hat" that allegedly works (@galaxygorl-does-stuff; @average-drawer for the correction)
told me to "jump off a cliff" if ford ever "threatens to show me his moth collection"
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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selkies-and-cycles · 3 months ago
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a long list of regrets
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