#selim

[tristanzaire]

Instead of offering words to the awful memories off of Selim's childhood, Tristan shows his support the way he does best — by touch, further wrapping an arm over his shoulder and massaging the exposed nape of Selim's neck.

"Open?" There's clear surprise there, followed by a light chuckle. "Off of everything I've learned about your husband, I wouldn't have taken him to be that progressive." Gently, that hand on his neck travels up to Selim's hair — letting his fingertips explore with blind, lazy motions. "So you're not the jealous type, then?"

It make sense, to ask and answer questions like these, when getting to know someone. Still, the specific wording catches him off guard:

How did it end?

"Uh... I don't know," he looks away into some corner of the room, like the answer is hiding in the dark. "Everyone we know was shocked. No one saw it coming." He'd never thought of it objectively — never tried to make sense of any of it. So, all there's to do is guess. "We just got older and more things started happening, I think." Things like becoming the leader of a revolutionary movement overnight. "She's still in my life, though. She's a great girl, I'll always care about her. Even if we're not together like that."

In the blink of an eye, however, they're elsewhere. They're back to their place on a couch, comfortable, just lifted out of reality. Wine glasses emptied and forgotten by the coffee table; pets asleep out in the hallway; every limb entwined. Out in the streets, New Yorkers continue to drink for the very celebration they'd skipped.

"Do I?" Tristan smiles, the faintest pull at the corner of his lips. He then works a hand past the opening of Selim's shirt — his palm resting against a warm chest, right where his heart would be. “You’re too hot to be talking like that.” If that's bait, then Tristan certainly takes it — inching just close enough for a kiss. It's different this time, a little more realized. Their closeness is such that they're practically one, and for once, they aren't surrounded by loud music and prying eyes. The silence adds to that intimacy veil; something that neither of them had experienced in a very long time.

Selim leans into the back of the couch, his dark eyes landing on Tristan as he speaks. The idea that they had very similar opinions yet very different lives makes a soft smile tug at his mouth, crinkling his eyes and making his heart beat only a little faster than it already was. Selim sucks in a sharp, playful breath. "You'll be sorely disappointed in that case - I'm definitely without practice." The agent's laugh is shy albeit the humorous insinuation of his words; one would think that a married man, with the safety net of a familiar partner, would be well-versed in all that came with intimacy and relationships but it was the opposite for Selim. He'd spent half of his marriage fighting through childhood trauma and the other half working to heal the trauma of other people; the marriage was often an afterthought. "You're lucky in that regard. I..." A breath. "My parents were Muslim - from the time I realized that I was part of the community that they often condemned until they found out, it was all I could think about, liking boys. And then the reality of it came crashing down around me." Although it stung, it no longer saddens him like it used to; their loss, he supposed. "Fatih and I met when we were 16, got serious in college - we had an open marriage but, at least for me, that's the length of my intimate history" Another exhale. "How'd it end? You and your ex?" However, it's somewhere between talk of labels and liking good people that a bomb disguised as a gentle admission hits a crack in the wall of his heart, causing it's walls to crumble, and allowing a gush of a new found emotion flood into the space between his ribs. Reckless; Brave; Resilient; Tristan seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve in contrast to a man who often tried to hide his authenticity from the world. It hadn't always been that way. Before he'd been an agent, he'd been a passionate, loving boy forced to be a soldier by parents who taught him that love was conditional and battlefields were rigged by adults who didn't have his best interests at heart. He didn't need to be him here, in the seemingly safe arms of a man that felt like a childhood friend and a lover at the same time; where the only battlefields were in his nightmares and love flowed openly and free. Not for the first time, he feels all of the tiny hairs on his arms stand on end as the static from chemistry and the shiver that erupts at the place where Tristan kisses him meet and combine in the middle of his back. Everything around them stills and blurs, Selim can only focus on their close proximity, on his warm breath ghosting over his lips; of his hand on his knee; on his wrist; there was a subtle hint of cologne lingering between them, perhaps his own, perhaps Tristan's and he swallows hard. "You already have it..." The man whispers, resting his forehead to Tristan's to allow the intensity between them to linger a moment longer than he thought was responsible. Although he believed relationships took a long time to build, the fond, intimate warmth that reaches every corner of his chest was the opposite. Infatuation; Attraction; Connection; Love; they were easy to feel despite the way they struck terror into even the hearts of the bravest people. "Me, my heart...whatever you want."

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

selim only being responsible for two pregnancies and both of those by the same woman..... would not typically be a high bar but he is a sehzade in magnificent century and as a sehzade in magnificent century that is a truly impressive feat

[chattoeart]

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: Role Exchange AU Resembool - Chapter Five Family Picture

The family got into position. Dante holding Selim and Theo holding William.

Theo had been keeping a stone-face, which wasn't surprising for him. He wondered whether he should smile, to be more in-line with most family pictures. However, he also worried that he wouldn't give a convincing enough smile and it would end up looking weird. This photograph was important to him: it was documented proof of his achievement. Proof of his family. Proof of a normal, human life.

Proof that he was more than a monstrous dwarf in a flask. That he had done it; he had grown into something new. That he could create life. Real life.

Proof that... This photo was going to be proof that he once had a family.

Proof that, for a short time, he was just like every other human.

He wasn't. He knew he was never going to be just like them.

This short little reprieve will pass before the homunculus knows it. As quick as a camera's flash, he will be staring over each and every one of their graves and he will be the same lone homunculus, once more, roaming the world with no purpose.

The homunculus had never once considered his immortality a blessing. However, it had never felt like such a curse as it did now. The connections that he's made with the humans in Resembool, to Holly, to Dante and their sons. He could not bare to part with any one of them. He didn't want to watch his wife and sons die and be forgotten about, as though they weren't even there to begin with. That would tear away whatever little spirit the homunculus had.

It almost feels like Hohe... like he had planned for this, all those years ago, just to add to his cruelty.

He had no desire to keep living any further. If only he could age and die alongside his wife and children, he would do so happily.

"Theo, are you okay?" He heard Dante's voice and was suddenly back in the room.

She sounded concerned. He did a quick scan across the room. William was still in his arms, craning his neck to look up at his father, frowning up at him. The photographer was in the process of packing the equipment away.

Had... had he already taken the photo?

"I apologise. I must have been lost in thought," Theo said, regaining his composure and placing his son down.

Turning to Dante, he saw that her worry hadn't subsided.

"What is it, Dante?"

"You've never... I've never seen you cry before," she said.

Cry?

Sure enough, Theo discovered that two streaks of tears were running down his cheeks.

I wanted to add a little more onto the AU. https://archiveofourown.org/works/10605651/chapters/109986238

The Dwarf in the Flask takes Hohenheim's position, of course. Dante (the "original" Dante from the flashback segment) plays Trisha. Envy is William, playing Edward, and Selim plays Alphonse.

[apunctureinthesky]

KHALID ABDALLA as Selim/Osiris in Moon Knight (2022)

[things-i-think-and-junk]

Gotta say

Selim is getting unnecessarily shit on. Were his actions with the shopkeeper messed up? Yeah, but he's being punished (*Bayezid*). This whole scene just reads like them piling on Selim, ignoring Bayezid's words and actions. Mustafa comes across as self-righteous, especially after all he's done, and Cihanger as just spiteful.

Still unequivocally on #TeamSelim

[1533-secrets-from-history]

hello! do you happen to know why sultan selim asked mirihmah money when he ascended the throne?

hi, Selim asked Mihrimah money for a simple reason actually,because he did not have enough.

Let me explain in deeper: per his accession Sultan was traditionally paying fees to Janissaries. However,it was happening only after the official ascending ceremony was held,however Selim was not yet officially sultan and was not yet in the capital at all. Janissaries were never his supporters and they were still bitter about Mustafa's execution,so they marched against sultan-to-be Selim refused to let him enter in capital,took his viziers,one of which was his son-in-law,husband of Gevherhan sultan, Admiral payle paşa.Their demand was simple, they wanted accesion fee to be payed immediately. However, Selim did not have access to imperial treasury yet and he had not nearly as much money as janissarie needed,so the only option was Mihrimah, who was not only his only family,but her wealth was unparalleled in the empire,she was already the wealthiest person as she grew adult and after death of Rustem his vast wealth also became hers. So Selim asked Mihrimah to pay the fee and he remained grateful for her.

Another reason could have been the economic crisis.The Ottoman Empire was quite wealthy but it was bad timing,lands were large so it has great expenses,plus Suleiman died in war therefore huge amount of money was already taken from treasury,besides as it seems treasury did not have enough money to cover all expenses of war,so it was Mihrimah again who gave her father additional money.

In the end, this huge problem and humiliation was solved by Mihrimah and Selim gave her rulership of harem immediately after his accession, Mihrimah paid the fees many other times during Selim's reign.She has great wealth and was not afraid to spend it for good causes,one such was Selim,only family she had left.

[milimeters-morales]

what if miles didn’t destroy the cure. what if he waited maybe a few more seconds or he tried to just steal it to see how they made it and ruin chances of them making it again. hey what if it wasn’t destroyed. and instead improved upon so the triplets could just be normal humans, even. what if we could completely rehabilitate them for reintroduction to society so they can have normal lives after all the shit they’ve been through and things they’ve done. hey what if nobody died. anyway here’s Selim saying “our” and ruining my life

[gildedcageif]

Is there any differences the gender of the MC will make in the game(ex dialogue,how the Ros/people treat us,etc)?

I would also like to ask how would The Ros react to Mc cupping their face and saying “see? I can hold my entire world in my hands.” followed by a smooch on the lips,this Mc isn't usually open about their feelings for them, daring nor does they do the first move but felt moved by the moment they were having with the ro so they did what they did. 👀

Difference in Gender

The answer is yes! There will be differences on how people treat you based on your gender.

Now some things in this setting work differently because I did not want to exclude anyone from any endings due to their gender. For example, homosexual couples can have children through magic.

But people throughout the story do comment on your gender and that of others. Concubines are typically female because it is less of a hassle so it will be noted by others if you are male. Similarly, a woman demonstrating combat abilities will be seen as more impressive. Male and female MCs may also have somewhat different tasks, though they won't really differ that much.

I may decide to remove this feature later based on how people feel about it.

RO ask

Ahmad:

Ahmad was absentmindedly staring up at the night sky. The two lovers had gone stargazing and he had taken advantage of the chance to start pointing constellations at you.

He falls silent when you cup his face. He stares up at you with awe as you speak, eyes unconsciously drifting down to your lips. A grin spreads over his lips as he lets your words sink in. He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer in, one arm wrapping around your waist.

"Well, I have the whole universe in my arms so I win, beloved," he beams down at you.

Before you can protest, he leans in and presses his lips against your own. He sighs as he pulls back only to lean his forehead against yours.

"I never knew my love was such a poet," he teases.

And just like that, his lips are back on yours once more.

Selim:

You were seated besides him while he mulled over some documents. He would never admit it, but there was something truly comforting about your presence, about knowing that if he reached over just a bit, he could touch you-.

His thoughts are abruptly cut short when you cup his face. As you lean closer and whisper the words to him, for a moment the mask of Grand Vizier slips away and only Selim is left.

His hands are trembling. This is too much. Too... genuine, too heartfelt. He is not made for this. He is not worthy of this. He feels the need to shy away from your touch.

"You are an idiot," he mumbled.

He meekly attempts to put the mask back, but it is a futile trial. You have broken through his walls in a way he never expected. Never wanted. Never knew he needed.

He hesitantly reaches up and cups your cheeks as you did his.

"But I suppose you are my idiot," he adds softly.

Nazli:

It is warm by the fireplace and Nazli has always despised the cold winds of autumn. A sign of summer ending, she muses to herself. A sign of more troubles.

Your touch breaks her away from her thoughts. She instinctively leans against it, sighing as she feels the warmth of your skin against her cheek. It is only after you speak up that her eyelashes flutter open. Cold blue eyes stare up at you with a flicker of warmth dancing in them.

She grasps the hands that are cupping her cheeks and interlocks them with her own fingers. She pulls each hand up to her lips and places a kiss on your knuckles.

"You are clearly far too inebriated, my dear. I am hardly deserving of such praise. Let us rest for the night. We both clearly need it,"

As the night quietens, you find she is laying closer to you than usual, arms wrapped around your frame. She squeezes you gently like she wants to ensure you are real. That you are here with her.

"You are my world too, angel," she whispers in your ear just before you drift off to sleep.

Meryem:

The flowers are in full bloom this year. Meryem's face gleams with joy as she reaches forward and grabs a rose. She takes a good whiff of its sweet fragrance before turning to you.

"A rose for my rose," she giggles while offering you the dark red flower.

She falls silent and her hand stills in the air when you cup her cheeks. You watch her eyes widen, her cheeks flush such a pretty shade of red at your words.

"I..." a smile spreads over her lips and her face light up.

"You are my world too," she exhales like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

There is a spark, an instant sense of warmth as her fingers graze over yours.

"I hope this day never passes. I wish time would stop right here and now," she whispers softly while placing the red rose carefully in your hand so you won't graze the thorns.

You can't help but agree with her.

Emil De Angelis

Emil sighs and groans and grumbles as he tears apart another page from his sketchbook. He crumbles the piece of paper into a ball and throws it to the side.

"No, no," he mumbles under his breath "I got your nose all wrong."

"Emil, I truly don't think a nose is a reason to worry-,"

"No, no," he interrupts you sharply, gripping his pencil "It needs to be perfect. Redo the pose."

He commands with all the air of a Sultan and you can't help but chuckle. Instead of obeying, you make your way over to him. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you doing-?"

This time, it is your turn to silence him. The protest dies on his lips when you cup his cheeks. You can swear his face becomes just a bit more red when you utter the words.

It takes him a moment to gather himself. But before you know what's happening, he is bouncing back with a devilish grin.

"Are you telling me my head is big?" He teases "That it is the size of the globe?"

"What?" You stumble over her words.

How does he always manage to twist everything you say?!

"You know that's not what I meant-!"

He presses a single finger against your lips.

"Shh, you are already on thin eyes, my muse. But I may find it in myself to forgive you for a small price. A kiss,"

And you find it is quite hard to deny him anything when he is looking at you like that...

Helena:

"You are slow," Helena teases you while the two of you swim through the waters.

You pout at her teasing. You have not yet a person, man or woman, who can compare to Helena when it comes to swimming.

Despite the grin on her lips, she does stop and lean against a rock so you can catch up. She beams at you when you do so.

"Glad to see you did not lose me," she winks "Then I would have to search the world for you"

You don't know what takes over you, but suddenly you are reaching forward and cupping her cheeks. Her grin fades away and she looks at you with a dumbstruck expression.

"You..." she seems to be at a lack of words "You can't just say stuff like that..."

She glances away from you momentarily, watching your reflections in the clear water.

"I am not a taverns wench for you to use pick up lines on," she tries to joke, but her voice ends up sounding all too honest.

"It is not a pick up line if it's true," you reply.

After a moment of silence, Helena looks back at you. You are unable to catch all of the emotions swimming in her gaze. Above all however, you see love. She throws her arms around you, clinging to you.

"I am never letting you go again," her voice comes out a bit choked like she is trying to fight back tears.

You embrace her back, not intending to lose her again either.

[baebeylik]

[suckaysuamigos200]

este dibujo lo hice por el cumpleaños del actor de doblaje Erick Selim Quién es conocido por ser la voz de David Kane / "Black Manta" en Aquaman, Carter Hall / Hawkman en Black Adam, Orochimaru en Boruto: Naruto Next Generations y en Naruto Shippūden: Ultimate Ninja Storm 4 y H.U.E. en Final Space

en gabby's dollhouse fue la voz en español latino de el gato azul que es muy astuto, pero amigable con los demás, CatRat

le deseamos un gran cumpleaños 🎂🎉.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

I made this drawing for the birthday of the voice actor Erick Selim Who is known for being the voice of David Kane / "Black Manta" in Aquaman, Carter Hall / Hawkman in Black Adam, Orochimaru in Boruto: Naruto Next Generations and in Naruto Shippūden : Ultimate Ninja Storm 4 and H.U.E. in Final Space

In Gabby's Dollhouse he was the voice in Latin Spanish of the blue cat who is very cunning, but friendly with others, CatRat.

We wish you a great birthday 🎂🎉..

[tristanzaire]

@adabasi setting: halloween at the palazzo

Selim has existed inside of his phone for a small while now, that sweet back-and-forth, the thrilling build up of text followed by infatuated text. What the hell, he'd whisper to himself before shoving his phone underneath his pillow at night; fighting off a smile as sleep slowly approached.

Seeing him now, across the club, is strange but not unexpected. Tristan overthinks it — had his scar faded well enough that it won't stand out, won't cause concern?

"I already knew you were handsome, but under these club lights, wow." he says, upon an almost shy approach. A word which isn't typically used in coordination with Tristan's name. "...Sorry that whole 'taking you out' thing hasn't happened yet. Life kind of got... crazy for a second, there. But trust me, I've been wanting to."

Better to acknowledge the elephant in the room sooner, rather than later. "I was waiting for it to fade. I got in my head," — oh, honesty — "thinking you wouldn't think I'm cute anymore."

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

selim and nurbanu making the very deliberate point to show up together to mihrimah's feast... iconic move iconic characters iconic couple. i love them

[bluesadkid]

A little dove | by Muhammad Selim

December 2023'

--

A little dove

She moves lightly

Iike a feather

May litghter

My heart moves

With every step

With every smile

The heaven's doors

Are widely opened

But sadly

I stood

I cant get in

But I so cowered

To go back

What an idiot

I am

What a witch

She is

What a story

We have

Or may it only

In my head

--

[orangeispice]

Should I write the Kaine and Selim bonding fic (AU where Selim did not die)

[things-i-think-and-junk]

Damn right.

I imagine Mehmed is his favorite because he reminds him of himself.

Selim is the other favorite because he's most like Hurrem.

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