#cuillere

[toutplacid]

Petit suisse au chocolat et cuillère – crayons de couleur, c. 1995

[les-portes-du-sud]

Cuillère de Tendresse 21.08.2025

Dans les hauteurs où chantent les murailles anciennes,

Où Beni Hammad garde ses prières de pierre,

Nour erre entre colonnes, âme orpheline,

Cherchant non l'or, mais une tendresse première.

Depuis l'enfance, ce vide en forme d'étreinte

La hante comme une soif jamais étanchée.

Elle a fui les villes, leurs regards qui feignent,

Les miroirs cruels, les heures empressées.

Une légende murmure dans le vent du soir :

Au cœur des ruines dort une cuillère d'argile,

Façonnée de tendresse, capable de voir

Où le froid s'installe, de rendre fragile.

Depuis Béjaïa, elle gravit vers les vestiges,

Chaque pierre lui parle en langues oubliées.

Idris, le gardien aux mains de prestige,

Lui tend une carte aux trois vérités :

"Ce que tu cherches ne loge dans l'objet,

Mais dans le geste qui réchauffe l'âme.

La cuillère existe, pourtant, c'est vrai,

Elle nourrit ce que le temps entame."

Trois épreuves l'attendent sur sa route :

Le bassin du silence où l'écoute règne,

La tour des soupirs où se dissout

Le jugement de soi qui nous enseigne.

Et le jardin suspendu, lieu ultime

Où l'étreinte sans question s'offre,

Où l'amour anonyme se sublime,

Où le cœur enfin se coffre.

Assise dans l'écho des voix passées,

Nour écoute ses blessures remonter.

Les absences, les nuits délaissées,

Les regards qui n'ont su consoler.

Elle ne fuit plus, accueille la plainte,

Et le silence devient une caresse,

Une paix qui apaise et qui étreint,

Une première forme de tendresse.

Dans le miroir brisé de sa mémoire,

Mille reflets d'elle-même apparaissent :

L'enfant qui voulait plaire, l'espoir

De la femme qui fuit ce qui la blessent.

Elle embrasse chaque fragment de verre,

Ses failles, ses peurs, ses cicatrices.

L'acceptation chasse la colère,

L'amour de soi enfin se glisse.

Une vieille femme, seule et lasse,

Attend sous les feuillages anciens.

Nour s'approche, l'enlace sans trace

De question, de pourquoi, de liens.

L'étreinte dure, lente et profonde,

Les larmes coulent sans retenue.

Et dans ses mains, la femme monde

Tend la cuillère tant attendue.

Gravé d'un mot : "Yatim" - orphelin,

De tendresse, de chaleur humaine.

L'argile porte en elle le dessein

D'apaiser toute âme en peine.

Nour redescend vers les terres basses,

Le cœur plus lourd et plus léger.

Elle ne fuit plus les traces

Que laisse la souffrance partagée.

La cuillère repose près de son cœur,

Talisman d'une sagesse nouvelle :

La tendresse n'est pas ailleurs,

Elle naît du geste qui révèle.

À chaque regard triste croisé,

Elle offre une parole, une présence.

À chaque âme délaissée,

Elle donne de sa bienveillance.

Et quand la nuit ramène ses bruits,

Quand l'angoisse frappe à sa porte,

Elle serre l'argile qui l'unit

À cette vérité si forte :

Dans les ruines d'une cité oubliée,

Elle a trouvé ce qu'elle cherchait :

Une tendresse libérée,

Qui ne demande rien, qui ne se plaint.

Le sel des pierres a parlé

À celle qui savait entendre.

La cuillère d'argile a révélé

Que l'amour, c'est apprendre

À donner sans compter les gestes,

À accueillir sans juger les larmes,

À offrir ce qui reste

Quand le cœur désarme.

Nour marche désormais

Avec cette vérité précieuse :

La tendresse ne meurt jamais

Dans l'âme généreuse.

Les-portes-du-sud

[breelandwalker]

To summon you, I'd use a microphone, a headset, a pillow and ... A few strands of lavender :)

That would certainly get my attention! Sounds like the setup for my recording days. Throw in a kitty to supervise the process and I'll be there Post Haste. 😁

[im-weak-my-love-and-i-am-wanting]

Geralt pushing Jaskier in a corner/against a wall and then when Jaskier can't shut up (probably offering some lewd comments) Geralt kisses him into silence and it might save their day/lives Or Jaskier is embarrassing them/himself in front of an old conquest and Geralt just shuts him up with a kiss (That was supposed to be a question on two tropes but I'm not sure this actually makes sense 🤷‍♀️)

Geralt pushing Jaskier in a corner/against a wall and kissing Jaskier into silence is the winner on this one, because the manhandling. Love me some manhandling. I’ll just assume its a first kiss and then there’s Jaskier tensing in surprise and then melting into the kiss.

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Make Me Choose - Geraskier Edition

[princessvicky01]

Hey :) I suggest prompt 68: A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”. Hope you have fun with it :)

Thank you @cuillere for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting plus the others I recieved.

 In a rare bout of inspiration i’ve also included a prompt from @lostinfantasies38  no. 17 Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys.

So two for the price of one! Hope you enjoy.

Cullen Rutherford X Annabel Trevelyan - Established romance - SFW

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A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Was there anything worse than going to Oreslean noble parties?

If there was, Cullen can't fathom it, he'd rather be down in Skyholds drafty dungeons than stood on this stifling ballroom. 

He patrols the perimeter, finding it best to keep moving to avoid drawing an unwelcome crowd. Thanks to his years as a templar, he knows how to stride with purpose and authority, and tonight it's proven invaluable.

Annabel has done a disappearing act. Again. Maker preserve him, please let her not be climbing up walls in her ball gown again…

"Commander, no beautiful woman on your arm this evening?" The golden mask hides the ladies features as she steps out in front of him. She flutters an ornate lace fan, and he tugs at where his collar chaffes in the heat. 

"Er.. Well, I…"

"The Inquisitor is a very busy woman, Lady Elizabeth," Cassandra's flat tone interrupts with practiced grace. "Neither her nor the Commander are here to parade for the benefit of others curiosities."

On que, he feels fingers twine through his, and a cheery voice fills the air along with a tell tale rose petal scent. 

"Lady Elizabeth," Annabel's greeting is bright and bubbly. "I'm awfully sorry, but I'm going to have to steal our Commander here for a moment. Do have a lovely evening." She's already whisking them away before she's even finished speaking and he's beyond grateful.

"And where have you been?"

"Planning our escape," the squeeze she gives his hand is a comfort to his raw edges, but it's not enough to remove his tension completely.. 

"Glad to hear it," he doesn't think he can manage one more false smile, although he finds a natural one rests warmly on his lips for her. "Seriously though?"

"I just told you," Annabel looks up to him with a sparkle in her eyes that is far too enthralling. And naughty. Maker preserve him… 

He doesn't get a chance to probe any further as she tugs him around a corner to a secluded spot in the garden where a small water fountain trickles. Before he can even ask what in Thedas they are doing here, she's already stepped in, the edges of her gown turning a deeper shade of red as the water laps at her ankles. 

"Annabel!" Cullen curbs his voice quickly and glances over his shoulder to check the coast is still clear. "Annabel, I don't think the Duchess-"

Cold water hits him, the shock strong enough to make him gasp and splutter. He doesn't know if he should curse her or thank her. The water is a blessing against the unbearable heat, but now his face, and jacket are soaked. How was he going to explain that to a stuffy room of nobles?

It doesn't matter though, not when she chuckles. He could never stay mad at her, not when she was the embodiment of joy itself. Something his life had seen far too little of.

"The Duchess wouldn't know how to throw a good party if it slapped her in the face," Annabel hikes up her skirt a little, although it's far too late to help save it. "Holding an indoor event, in this heat?" She huffs to herself, the way she did without realising when insulting other nobles. With an endearing smile she holds out her hand and swirls her foot in the water. "Join me?"

Now it's Cullen's turn to huff, head shaking before he even knows it. "I think I'm wet enough already, don't you?" He folds his arms. "Besides, just how did you plan to explain your new attire to Josephine?"

"Ah…" Annabel's whole body pauses with her words as her eyes fall down her dress. "I fell?" She raises a hopeful eyebrow that makes him chuckle and offer out his hand

"Come on, before anyone-"

"Hey! No playing in the fountain!"

Too late. Two guards are already jogging over with sour looks plastered on their sweaty faces. He shifts to try to calm them, but his arm is roughly tugged from behind.

"Quick! Run!" She's pulling on his sleeve, eyes alight and beckoning him to follow. He's torn for a moment, but ultimately, he can't resist her sirens call.

"Hey! Come back here!"

All those years of doing what he was told, of following every rule to perfection, and now here he is, running from two portly guards like a school boy caught stealing candy. He might never admit it, but the thrill is intoxicating, she is intoxicating. 

He lets her drag him wherever she leads, and almost trips when she jerks him abruptly into a tiny alcove. The sound of pounding boots are all too close behind them.

"Now what?" He hisses, peering over his shoulder once again, thankfully finding no sight of their pursuers.

"Kiss me," it's a horse whisper and captures his full attention. Turning to her, he finds her eyes smouldering up at him. His brows furrow, has she gone mad?

"Kiss me," this time it isn't a request. Her hands are up around his neck and dragging his lips into hers. 

Red wine tingles over his tongue and her enchantment over him erupts into a heated kiss that steals his breath and his senses. She hums into his mouth and his body instinctively presses over hers, melting them into the shadows.

 A distant corner of his mind registers the heavy foot falls growing louder, then receding into the night. It seems her plan to hide from the guards has worked…  although neither of them let that stop them… in fact, it only drives his kiss deeper.

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Thank you for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. It’s not perfect, but it was fun.

 I’ll be adding this to AO3 at some point when I have fresh eyes. 

[batwynn]

Hey :) I may be able to follow some of your stream and I'd love to :) Is there a link somewhere that I missed? Also, thank you for every piece of art you share with us

Hi! I’m not currently streaming for drawing requests just yet, but I have some cat videos and stuff playing to test it right now.The link is: https://www.twitch.tv/batwynnn 

[herbwitchery]

New treasures from the medieval market In Pougues-les-Eaux. Freyja wooden statue and hand painted pumpkin necklace. 🇫🇷 Et l’autographe mythique de Guillaume Briat, interprète du roi Burgonde dans Kaamelott, sur une ... cuillère, évidemment 🥄🎃 🍁 #medieval #medievalfest #medievalfair #medievalmarket #handmade #pumpkin #pumkinnecklace #autumn #freyja #norsegoddess #woodcarving #asatru #norsemythology #kaamelott #burgonde #roiburgonde #guillaumebriat #cuillere #coooooooiiiiiière #salsifis #biographie #lesoiseauxsifflent #leprintempssiffle #japprecielesfruitsausirop https://www.instagram.com/p/BzDtU_EIjGT/?igshid=1orld37g2si6t

[whovian-on-ice]

favourite bill potts moment: requested by @cuillere