#silent pining

[kwoojii]

namiku disney date!! + a snacc :D

simple style half body commission for @jaysosillyart! thanks for your support!

[badwolf-gallagher88]

Just watched The Musketeers season 2 episode 9, and I am not okay…

I didn’t realise I needed Milady and Athos kissing in the Cardinals secret corridor but apparently I really did…

[ovwechoes]

Shadows of Compassion: Brigitte x Reader (GN/SFW)

AU short fic where you meet Brigitte on the battlefield; you're both supposed to hate each other and in a moment that you've been trained for, you cant bring yourself to hurt her.

You lingered over her, dagger in hand. This was the moment you were trained for, and you finally had the new leader of Overwatch underneath you. She was defenceless, her limbs pinned down and all her strength used up trying to fight you before. All that was left was to end it all. Complete your mission. But you couldn't.

"You haven't won yet. Even if I fall, Overwatch never dies." she spoke softly, looking directly in your eyes. There was a fire burning behind them, fuelling her words and burning at your ideals. You were taught this would happen, as a last ditch effort to get you to drop your guard and give her an opportunity to win. You weren't going to let that happen. And yet, as your mission stayed clear in your mind, your hands remained above her chest, unable to drive the knife deep in her flesh. All you could do is watch her underneath you, with the sharp edge of your blade dancing over her now destroyed armour.

You found yourself analysing the details of her body; especially her hair. The way the reddish-brown hair surrounded her was breath-taking, as though it was effortlessly sculpted to emphasise her face. It looked soft, freshly washed. Brigitte takes pride in herself and her appearance, it's something you had always noticed but especially now. The smell of roses mixed with sweat from the fight was strong, as though she was born with it intertwined in her genes. Her very being was effortless, and all you could do was slowly admire as though this was the first time you had seen someone so... beautiful. Images Talon had shown you before the mission and whilst training could never have done her justice, and you were left starstruck.

In a moment of defiant determination, Brigitte continued to bite at you, "Stop staring at me and finish the job already! Is Talon that desperate for agents that they can't find someone who isn't afraid to kill me?" You could see in her eyes that she was growing inpatient, as though she were a rabbit being watched and played with by a wolf before being eaten alive. And yet she was still fighting; Brigitte wasn't going to give in so easily and you could see that fire inside her was growing more and more. In this moment, her once blue eyes that had an unwavering sense of resolve and warmth, were changed into something that was almost unrecognisable. Was she anxious? Angry? Annoyed? You couldn't honestly tell, but you knew she was talking to herself and calculating something in her mind, and her face spoke every word of it.

Her lips were pressed firmly together, as though they were conserving energy for another attack against you and Talon. Brigitte's jaw was clenched, like a dog ready to bite at the hand that strikes them. And yet, you couldn't help but notice how soft they were. They looked as though they were sculpted to compliment her perfectly; she definitely had the best genes in the Lindholm family. The way they were both infuriating and still alluring to you was torture - all you needed to do was drop the knife deep into her beating heart, and finish your mission. And yet, your gaze was fixed onto her lips, as though you couldn't get the feeling of what they'd feel like against yours off your mind.

And her muscles; usually you weren't phased by physical bodies - it's not something you paid no mind to. But the way hers reminded you of a roman legionary made your mind flutter with possibilities. You were left with the image of Brigitte training, her muscles flexing as she used machine after machine with droplets of sweat dancing on them effortlessly. The mental image of her drinking water to hydrate, with it dripping down her slightly exposed chest, making it wetter than it already was. Florescent lights of a gym studio making her skin glisten and shine, emphasising her strength and determination even more. It was deadly and left your mind foggy with a mixture of admiration and lust. You detested what she was doing to you by simply existing.

This toxic feeling you were inflicted with by Brigitte was spreading, like a viral infection taking over your mind and body. Your heart was racing, your mind foggy, and you were overwhelmed with the woman in front of you - defenceless, accepting her death and watching in agony as she calculated her next moves. "Keep your eyes on that and not on me. I’m not here to entertain you." She continued biting at you, but with a hint of annoyance littered in her words. Brigitte's head tilted upwards slightly, indicating she was watching the dagger hold unsteadily above her this entire time. While your eyes were left on her, she was determined to watch your weapon. You were left wondering why was she still speaking to you, when you payed her no mind to reply? Was she enjoying this? Buying herself time possibly? It helped ground you though, and you were finally thankful for her inesent need to fight however she could.

And so, you slowly brought your dagger down, piercing through clothing and you could feel the resistance you knew was her delicate but rough skin. Brigitte winced and cried out, her body jolting as you continued pushing slowly but now steadily. All you could think of now was your goal, as you kept your eyes shut. You knew if you opened them and watched her as you took her life, you'd be enamoured with her once again. You couldn't take that risk. That was, until you saw them.

Lights scattered across you both from the air, you had ran out of time. Overwatch was here and ready to ambush you to rescue Brigitte. She screamed out, continued thrashing with energy she must've conserved while you were foolishly watching her. All you could do was hurry off her; the job couldn't be completed and you couldn't risk finishing her off without Overwatch capturing you. It was vexing, to say the least, but you had no other choice. You climbed off her and began to run, with her watching you leave still laying on the ground. You left her stunned and bleeding through her armour, with laboured breaths and a scattered mind flashing in and out of consciousness. All she could do was focus on her breathing, as she was surrounded soon after by her teammates, all focused on keeping her alive and helping her back to Overwatch HQ. You watched from the shadows, making sure it was safe to go back to your own escape and back to Talon. You were ready to face the consequences, and mentally prepared yourself for the punishment waiting for you for letting a feeble woman pollute your once clear mind.

Brigitte was stained into your mind now, and you made it your new mission to understand why, and finish what was started once and for all.

[milkywayscap-blog]

How could I ever tell you?

Syr felt Claude lean against them and sighed slightly. Claude chuckled, sounding a bit tired. It was the first time something like this had happened, and despite that, Syr felt a warm feeling in their chest. The hellhound had always felt drawn to Claude, and it didn't help that, at least in their eyes, Claude had made it clear that he fancied them to a certain extent. However, they were hesitant to make any significant moves, not wanting to disrupt the delicate balance between them. It felt like an invisible line existed between them, and neither knew if they should cross it. Yet, sometimes, Syr felt that taking that leap would be worth it, especially when it felt like the light of their life was within reach. This moment of peace was as close to lovers' bliss as Syr and Claude could get without taking that leap.

They sat together in the garden under the weeping willow. Claude leaned against the tree, panting a bit, with two baskets full of different herbs and flowers. The two were out collecting plants for Claude's newest potion or elixir. They decided to take a break after filling up the two baskets. The willow tree's leaves provided shade and a curtain of secrecy, blocking the view from outside. The sunlight still passed through the leaves, creating shadows and casting a warm light on whatever was in its path.

Claude suddenly says, "Syr, I love the experiences we've had over the past few decades. You're the best partner I've ever had, in adventures and in parenting. Thank you for dealing with the twins and me when we can get out of hand," He hesitates a bit but ends up putting his hand over one of Syr's. He feels his face burn up a bit at the confession he's let out, but also at the fact that Syr didn't pull their hand away. "You know I would do anything you asked of me... I care about you and the twins' well-being. You all are important to me," Syr replies with a nod. They can't help but whisper a smile at Claude's words.

[wizard0rb]

i think the next art trend should be redrawing your tormented fav as that one james silent hill screenshot. i’ll go first

[h4unted-d4rling]

People find Pyramid Head hot and nobody bats an eye. But when I say I find Bill Cipher hot? Society!!! Society calls me weird!!!!!!

[steven-myself]

Art Deco - Wilfred Wong by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine

[divine-draws]

cigar burns

[j3gottwhat]

[intooned]

Jaune: "I mean it, you had better stop!"

Neo: *resting her ample bosom on his head* Or what handsome?

RWBYORN: "Ooooh!"

Jaune: ...*locks fingers together over table*

Nora: "Uh oh."

Ren: *Sigh*

Ruby: "Fuck."

Yang: "Whoa! What's wrong?"

Oscar: "He's thinking."

Ren: "You don't want Jaune thinking after a threat."

Weiss: "Pfft! Him thinking for once would be an astronomical improvement!"

Ruby: "Shut the HELL up Weiss."

WBY: !!!

Blake: "Wow, ok, so what's the big deal?"

Nora: "You guys don't understand-"

Jaune: "I'll hug you Neo."

RORN: "FUCK."

Neo: ...? I'm absolutely shaking in my corset! See? *Plops pillows on head and shakes slowly*

Nora: "It's all over for her."

Jaune: "I'll hug you tight, and you'll laugh it off... at first. But when I stroke the back of your head, you'll try to push away.

Neo: Oooh, headpats, scary!

Ruby: "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh SHIT!"

Jaune: "When I give you tender forehead kisses, you'll wonder why all your strength has abandoned you."

Neo: ...Forehead kisses?

Jaune: "And when I rub your back and whisper in your ear of never letting you go, you'll realize there's no escape."

Neo: H-hold on now.

Jaune: "When I rock you back and forth, nestled in my warm chest, strong arms keeping you safe, a lump will form in your throat as you start to tremble."

Neo: Let's- We can talk about this!

Jaune: *Stands up, towering menacingly* "What will you do Neo? When I give your butt a firm squeeze to let you know that you're wanted just as much as you're loved... and that first sob breaks through?"

Neo: ...

Blake: *whisper* "That is diabolical."

Weiss: "I will be minding my tongue from now on."

Yang: "How can one man threaten such violence?"

Oscar: "We tried to warn you."

Ren: "It's always the quiet ones."

Nora: "I'll go get the A.B.C. kit."

Weiss: "A.B.C. kit?"

Ren: "All-purpose Bottom Care kit."

Blake: "...is there an extra one?"

Oscar: "I think Ruby ruined the last one."

Ruby: "He picked me up, laid my head on his shoulder, and patted my butt like I was an infant again... I didn't know I could still cry like that."

Nora: "Mop & bucket it is then!"

Neo: ...I-I um, that is to say... I would like to apologize for my actions.

[aridridge]

got the chance to playtest the incredible @silentpinessave and i am in LOVE! there's so much life in this save and it's SO nostalgic, the decor and the vibe is so clear and cohesive from lot to lot, and there are so many little details sprinkled in each lot that you can really dig into the stories; it really reminds me of the sims 3 (a high compliment bc that's my favorite of the sims series!!)

[milkywayscap-blog]

Flowers & Ink

Melanie is snapped out of her stupor as her coworker snaps his fingers in front of her face, "Earth to Melanie!" "Hm...?" "You've been staring off into the distance," "Oh, sorry... I just got distracted," Melanie mumbles as she tries to look around her coworker so she can continue gazing at the pretty woman who works at the tattoo shop across from them. "Pay attention, Melanie." Her coworker reprimands her again, "Sorry! Sorry... You have my full attention," Melanie sighs as she goes back to looking at her coworker.Though her mind was completely on the stunnign woman on the other side of the street.

So maybe Melanie liked to look at the other woman whenever she was on break but who was gonna tell her that she shouldn't? She just wanted to look at her even if the other woman probably didn't even know she existed. And lets say at some point the woman across the street looked her in the eyes when she was staring and she covered her face in embarassment and hd behind the plants, who had to know that she practically embarrased herself. Maybe she was more whipped for this mystery woman than she let on.

[fallstaticexit]

Chapter Seven Adie (Fate pt 2) - Previous // Next // Beginning // Werewolf Lore

[tomb-bloom-noctem]

I am not immune to stories about a strange little town (usually in the pacific northwest) full of secrets.

[aventurineswife]

Hello!! I'm here to talk about the longest request I've ever made, which is about the gardener reader! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Technically it's long because I had to put the meaning of each of the flowers, I must also clarify that the meaning is not 100% reliable for two reasons, first I made that request in the early morning so ┐⁠(⁠´⁠д⁠`⁠)⁠┌

Second, I looked for the meaning on different pages, so I'm sorry for putting a meaning that wasn't there. Now we start talking about the "Dream Declaration" store! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

1. | —This reader unlike other readers of my requests. This reader is somewhat quiet and polite, that's why he made a silent declaration to Aventurine because Aventurine was quite attractive and he thought she wouldn't notice someone like them.

2. | —The "Dream Declaration" store, is a play on words, this is done on purpose because "Dream" is used to dream, while Declaration is used to declare a person or something in a general way, if you put meaning to the word it says: "Declaración de en sueño"

3. | —A detail, which is not mentioned but easy to conclude is that the reader has a notebook about flowers, explaining their meaning, how to take care of them and their respective drawing. Also, he has marked the pages that contain the flowers that are related to love.

For now, those are them, since I didn't have much imagination with the reader who owns a garden.

I consider that this reader is like me, a person Introverted and somewhat insecure about romantic feelings, due to his insecurities that Aventurine was the opposite of him, he decided it was best to silently declare his love when Aventurine came to make her usual visit.

-💤🩵 anon

Unspoken Serenade

Summary: In the quiet sanctuary of your garden, you’ve silently declared your feelings for Aventurine, who seems far beyond your reach. Through the language of flowers, you’ve woven a message into each bloom, hoping he might understand what you’re too shy to voice. When Aventurine visits your garden, his sharp gaze and intuitive nature begin to unravel your hidden emotions, leading to a quiet but profound moment of understanding between the two of you.

Tags: Aventurine x Gardener!Reader, Fluff, Slow Burn, Silent Confessions, Flower Language, Introverted Reader, Mutual Pining, Subtle Romance, Emotional Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mild emotional tension, References to insecurity and self-doubt, Mentions of past trauma (Aventurine’s backstory).

The sun had barely begun to dip beneath the horizon when Aventurine made his way to the garden. His steps, fluid and purposeful, were masked by the softness of the evening breeze, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of blooming flowers. There was a subtle elegance to everything he did, his every gesture calculated and deliberate. But as he approached the garden, his usual demeanor shifted to something more akin to curiosity. The garden had always been a place of tranquility, one that he had come to associate with moments of quiet reflection—though he rarely allowed himself to truly reflect.

You, the gardener, stood near the edge of the garden, tending to a patch of roses, your delicate fingers brushing against the petals as if you were in a silent conversation with them. You had noticed his arrival, but you hadn’t looked up. It was not because you were unaware of his presence—how could you not be? Aventurine was impossible to ignore. But you were not one for grand declarations or dramatic gestures. The idea of speaking your feelings aloud was something that made you shrink back in quiet embarrassment. And so, you had chosen a different path—a quieter one. You had made a silent declaration to him, one he would never hear unless he looked carefully enough to understand the meaning behind your every movement.

Your eyes flickered momentarily toward him, only to quickly return to the flowers in your hands. The “Dream Declaration” was more than just a name for your shop. It was your way of slowly revealing something you couldn’t say out loud. Each flower you cultivated, each arrangement you carefully crafted, held its own secret meaning. And today, you had chosen carefully.

The roses you were tending to were white—a symbol of purity, but also the start of something deeper. To some, it might be a quiet whisper of admiration. To you, it was a declaration of your own silent longing, a longing you were too shy to voice. Your hands trembled slightly as you traced the outline of the petals, your mind running with thoughts of what you’d never say aloud to him. How could you? He, the brilliant strategist, the charming, larger-than-life figure, who could see through the motives of even the most skilled con artists. What would someone like him ever see in you, the quiet, introverted gardener, lost in the language of flowers?

Aventurine, noticing the subtle tremor in your hands, took a slow step closer, his keen eyes studying the way you interacted with the flowers. His usual smile, the one that danced in his eyes and tilted the corners of his mouth, was absent, replaced by a thoughtful gaze. He watched you carefully, sensing there was more to you than just your quiet demeanor. He had seen the book you kept close to you—the one filled with notes and sketches of flowers, each annotated with their meanings. He had seen the pages where certain flowers were marked with delicate precision. The ones related to love. It was hard not to wonder what kind of message you were silently sending, especially when he’d noticed you hadn’t looked up at him once since he arrived.

"You know," Aventurine spoke, his voice smooth like velvet, but tinged with a note of curiosity, "these roses are rather beautiful. But I can’t help but wonder... are you telling them something that I’m not hearing?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. You couldn’t meet his gaze, too afraid that the vulnerability in your heart would be exposed. Your hand moved instinctively to cover the pages of your book, the ones where the flowers of love were delicately marked, as though you could hide your feelings as easily as you had hidden your heart.

"You… you’re probably imagining things," you stammered, avoiding his eyes.

Aventurine’s smile remained, though his eyes sharpened with the kind of subtle understanding he reserved for his most calculated moves. He took a small step forward, lowering his gaze to the roses you had been tending to. His fingers brushed the edges of a particularly delicate flower, the soft petals quivering at his touch.

"Perhaps," he said, his voice carrying a layer of gentle amusement, "but I’ve learned that when someone tends to something with care, there’s usually more to it than meets the eye."

The weight of his words hung between you, an unspoken tension that neither of you acknowledged out loud. Your heart thudded in your chest as you realized that, somehow, in his quiet way, he had seen through the facade you had so carefully built. He had read you, not with the sharp, analytical mind that made him one of the Ten Stonehearts, but with the quiet, intuitive understanding that he seemed to possess when it came to people.

You remained silent, but in your mind, you wondered if you could really hide the feelings you had nurtured so carefully in the garden. Did he see through the petals and leaves? Could he truly read the message you had woven into each bloom?

"I suppose…" Aventurine mused, his tone light but carrying an undertone of something more sincere, "that sometimes the best declarations are the ones that remain unsaid."

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes met his. The hues of his gaze seemed to pierce through you, and for a moment, you saw something other than the confident, calculating strategist that everyone else saw. There was a softness in his eyes, a hint of something buried beneath the surface, something perhaps even more vulnerable than what you were too afraid to admit.

Aventurine’s smile returned, but it was different this time—gentler, with an almost imperceptible tilt of his head. "But I think I understand what you’re saying," he continued, his voice quiet and sincere.

Your breath caught in your throat as the weight of his words sank in. He wasn’t just commenting on the roses, was he? No, Aventurine was acknowledging something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable.

"You’ll find," he added with a knowing smile, "that in this game, it’s not always about making a grand declaration. Sometimes, the most powerful ones are the quietest."

And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, your silent declaration was not lost after all.

[potionio]

Moving in.