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matchstique · 1 year

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#rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt casey jr #a quiet moment #can mean more #than several words #Donnie for sure still likes to grow plants #but in a controlled environment #forests can take a hike #rottmnt fanart #my art #hope you enjoy #have a lovely day

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 7 months

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Morgana AU Pt 5

After what seems an interminable time, Gaius withdraws, leaving Gwen alone by the bedside. "I have done all I can," he says softly, "for now."

Kara barely looks up from her seat beside Morgana's cot, but Gwen utters a soft thank you.

"I shall go and update the king," the man continues. "I'll see to it that you are not disturbed."

In the quiet that follow his departure, Kara takes up a clean cloth and dips it into a bowl of water, and begins to clean Morgana's wrists. They are raw and weeping-- she must have been in the stocks from the moment they were separated, Kara realizes. Gwen does the same for the reddened band of skin at Morgana's neck, where it too had been rubbed raw by the stocks.

"What's going to happen now?" Kara murmurs quietly.

That Morgana will survive is an assumption they share, for Gwen's response cuts straight to the heart of the matter.

"I don't know," she says. "I don't deny she doesn't deserve punishment for her crimes, but... hasn't she been punished enough?"

Kara's gaze drifts back to the wrist in her hands, where new injury overlaps the old scars of iron manacles. She exhales, reminded of Lena, who had committed wrongs yet paid for them and more a hundred times over.

"I suppose that's not for us to decide," Kara observes quietly. "Is Arthur...?"

"He's not a cruel man," Gwen confirms, before her features grow solemn. "Or, at least he wasn't. That he would welcome a man like Sarrum into his castle... perhaps things have changed more than I thought."

Setting aside her damo cloth, Kara simply takes a moment to hold Morgana's hand in hers.

She could not say what may happen next, that much is certain. All she can promise is that, whatever happens-- Morgana will not face it alone.

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They are allowed to keep vigil throughout the night without interruption, but early the following morning a knock sounds at the door. On the other side is Arthur, with dark circles under his eyes and looking far more haggard than a king ought to be.

"May I sit with her?" he asks.

Kara leaves the answer to Gwen, who steps aside to give him entrance. Beyond the door Kara catches a glimpse of Merlin, looking worried but making no move to trail inside behind his master.

"Thank you," Arthur says softly when Gwen closes the door firmly behind him. "I know I shouldn't-- I should... but I--"

"She's your sister," Gwen echoes his own words back at him. "And your friend."

"Or she was," Arthur observes. Gwen nods him towards the stool she'd vacated, and Arthur takes his seat. His hand twitches towards Morgana's as she yet sleeps, but ultimately is gripped by the other. "I never wished for that to change, and yet..."

"We've all made our choices."

Arthur blinks up at her, but says nothing. The history between them, between all three of them, hangs heavy and unspoken in the air. Kara remains quiet.

"What of the other prisoners--?"

"Freed," Arthur says quickly.

"And Sarrum?" Gwen presses, barely containing the poison in her voice.

Arthur pauses at that.

"Contained, for now." He swallows thickly. "He has related the manner of his... history, with Morgana."

"And you allow him to live?" Kara speaks up for the first time, anger sharpening her words. Arthur looks at her in surprise. "The man is a monster--"

"With a sizeable force outside my walls," Arthur points out. "I must tread carefully."

"He thought you would welcome a handful of druids for your pyres, Arthur," Gwen murmurs. "Why?"

Arthur shakes his head. "There have been no executions during my reign--"

"And yet he brought us to you in shackles!"

"He is used to treating with my father!" Arthur snaps, bristling before calming once more. "I cannot control how others perceive me--"

"You can. You can if your policies no longer target vulnerable people just trying to live their lives. They weren't harming anyone--"

"I know. I know. But if policy changes before the people are ready--"

"Your people are dying! Not by magic, but by the cruelty of your would-be allies," Gwen points out. "You are the king-- you set the example, or others will set it for you."

Instead of responding with the indignation Kara expects, Arthur seems to deflate a little. He exhales, turning his gaze back towards Morgana.

"I know."

#morgana au #a bit of an interlude #a quiet moment #but necessary

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misscromwellsmonocle · 4 months

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A Quiet Moment (1899) by Carlton Alfred Smith

#A Quiet Moment #1899 #Victorian #late Victorian #Victorian painting #Carlton Alfred Smith #painting #art #Miss Cromwell

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blackjewels5 · 7 months

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#africanamericancouple #love #newhome #wood flooring #blackcoats #coldday #fall/winter #marriedcouple #a quiet moment

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side-shuffling-hyperfixations · 1 year

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Comfortember Prompt #15: A Quiet Moment

Sometimes you don’t need any words. A hug can say more than enough <3

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#marvel #spider man #fanart #patient art #comfortember #no.15 #a quiet moment #peter parker #mary jane watson #petermj #tobey maguire #kirsten dunst

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Comfortember Day 15

A Quiet Moment

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from By My Side

“Why do you dislike speaking with the Council so much?” Obi-Wan asks finally.

How in the galaxy is he supposed to answer that? “Why do you ask?” he demands.

“I saw how uncomfortable you were there. What happened?”

“It has always been that way,” Anakin answers quietly, “I don’t – I don’t know.” He does, but he doesn’t know how to explain that. Everything in his life stems from what happened as a child, and he’s never been able to move on. He can’t admit that of course.

“I always feel – as if I am trapped in the past,” he explains quietly, “On Tatooine.”

“You are not a slave any longer, Anakin. You know that.”

“It never stops feeling as though I am,” he says softly. When he was younger, he thought he would finally except it, understand it, but now he’s come to accept that he never will. He’ll never really understand what it means to be free, because if he wasn’t trying to survive, however he had to on Tatooine, he was trying to do whatever he possible for the Jedi, kept trying to gain his master’s approval and acceptance.

For a long moment, neither of them speaks, and Anakin thinks he can just take this in silence, maybe, just accept this moment as the closest to comfort he’ll ever get from Obi-Wan. “I do not understand why,” he says at last.

“It doesn’t matter,” Anakin replies, because it doesn’t really, or at least it shouldn’t. Not to Obi-Wan. Not to his master, who has so many more important things to be doing.

They just sit there a little longer, and Anakin is grateful Obi-Wan doesn’t move away. He wants this. He could almost pretend that he was wrong, that Obi-Wan didn’t say everything he had, that they aren’t… where they are when they’re like this, but he doesn’t, because it’ll make coming back to himself hurt even worse.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #comfortember #comfortember 2022 #comfortember day 15 #day 15 #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #anakin #obi-wan #anakin and obi-wan #day fifteen #a quiet moment #comfort #anakin needs a hug #obi-wan is anakin's father

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lady-wallace · 1 year

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Comfortember Day 15 “A Quiet Moment”

For today’s @comfortember prompt, I did this piece from my Bucciarati/OC romance series Hearts of Gold. There is also a little drabble to accompany it.

Prompt: A Quiet Moment (day 15)

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Beams of moonlight fell across the bed as the sounds of the city faded in the distance. Maria could not stop staring at the tiny figure curled against her, thumb firmly placed between rosy lips, sleepy flush on plump cheeks. She leaned in to kiss the wisp of soft dark hair that the little one had gotten from her father.

“She’s perfect,” Maria said with contentment.

Bruno, lying on the other side of the bed with Paolo cuddled against him, smiled with a look of such love Maria felt herself flood with warmth and joy. “Of course she is, mi amore. Her and Paolo are both perfect.”

Maria smiled and buried her face in the top of their daughter’s head. “Mariolina,” she whispered before looking up at Bruno. “Probably Mari for short.”

Bruno smiled in agreement. “I like that. My little star of the sea,” he leaned over the other sleeping baby and kissed the rosy cheek. “I’m so glad I could be there for the birth this time.”

Maria smiled in agreement. Paolo’s birth had been chaotic at best, happening on a rescue mission to warn Bruno against a looming enemy, the car breaking down on the side of the road as she went into labor, leaving them no choice but for Paolo to be delivered by dear Leone and a bunch of teenage gangsters. But he had been healthy and doted on by everyone and his little sister would be no different.

Bruno moved closer so he could reach an arm over both babies and Maria. “I wonder when she’ll start showing Stand abilities.”

“I don’t know,” Maria replied, admittedly a little nervous about the idea that their infant daughter would be able to use a Stand. She knew Mariolina would have plenty of tutors, but she just hoped it might be a little bit longer before they had to worry about that.

“Whatever happens, we’ll do this together,” Bruno assured Maria, putting a stop to all her fears. His face softened as he rubbed gently at her waist. “I love you, Maria, mi cara.”

Maria leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips, wrapping an arm around him as well. “And I love you, my darling.”

#comfortember 2022 #a quiet moment #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #fanart #bruno bucciarati #Bucciarati/oc #Bucciarati x OFC #comfortember day 15 #jjba part 5 #jjba oc #oc romance

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ctrsara · 1 year

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Lose the Lights

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@Comfortember 2022 # 13 - Losing Track of Time, #11 - Holding Hands, and #15 - A Quiet Moment. Marvel MCU - Peter Parker/MJ

“I still can’t believe your mom let you come up here for the weekend.”

“I know, right? I thought she’d be totally against it, but when Pepper Potts herself extended the invitation, I don’t think it ever occurred to her to say no.”

Peter opened the panel above them, and climbed out, bending down to give MJ a hand as well. She climbed up and joined him on the roof of the Avenger’s Compound. He resettled the backpack he carried and led her over to his favorite spot. He pulled the two big blankets out of his bag, and then the small thermos of hot chocolate and two cups.

“Wow, you’re super prepared there, aren’t you?”

"The Boy Scout motto is 'Be Prepared.”'

“Peter, when were you ever a Boy Scout?”

“Well, a Cub Scout, when I was little.” She looked at him in surprise, then shrugged, smiling. “Actually, that tracks.”

He shook his head in exasperation. “Help me spread this out, so you can take advantage of my preparedness.”

They spread one blanket on the roof and sat down on it, and then Peter wrapped the other one around them. They’d have hot chocolate when they got chilled.

“So… what are we doing up here?”

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Peter?” she asked from his Starkwatch. Right, no speakers up here.

“Can you dim the outside lights, and kill the ones up here please, as per our conversation earlier?”

“As per our conversation?” MJ giggled, teasing him gently. He scoffed at her.

The lights dropped to low levels, and were extinguished directly around them.

“Oh. Wow!”

Peter smiled, but it was so dark MJ couldn’t see it. All they could see were--

“The stars! They’re so bright!”

“Aren’t they amazing? Lay down, or you’ll get a crick in your neck. I may know that from experience.”

“Do you know any of their names?”

“Actually, yeah. Tony and I spend a lot of time up here. It’s a good place to sit and think, or just get some quiet time. Some perspective. It used to kinda freak him out, because of the whole wormhole into space at the end of the Battle of New York, you know?” MJ reached over and gently grabbed his hand, calming him as his words started to trip over each other.

“Oh. Hey. Um, but now. Now, he likes to lay out here with me. He’s taught me lots of constellations and stuff.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers. “The stars, Pete? Tell me about some of them.”

“Right. You see that super bright one up there? That’s not a star at all. You can tell, because when you concentrate on it, it’s not twinkling like most of the others.”

Their curls were pressed together as he pointed and she tried to make sure she was looking in the same place. “So what is it?”

“Well, that one’s Jupiter.”

“Oh, wow. What about that one? It’s really bright.”

“But see how it’s twinkling? Kind of blinking? That’s actually Sirius. It’s the brightest actual star in the sky. And if you look over this direction, do you see the three little stars in a row? Those make up the belt in the constellation ‘Orion.’ It’s my favorite.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah? He turned his face towards her and found MJ’s already there. She pressed her lips against his quickly, and let out a little breathy laugh before pulling back.

“You’re really cute when you’re excited about stuff.”

Peter’s brain seemed to be short circuiting, and he didn’t make sense when he did talk. “Uh, I mean, I don’t… Um.”

“Pete.”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Tell me more about Orion.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, see that star at the top that’s kinda reddish?” MJ nodded against the side of his head. “That’s Betelgeuse.”

“Like the movie?”

“Pretty sure the star was named first…”

He went on, pointing out different stars and constellations to her. They drank the hot chocolate, and laughed about things that had happened at school that week, and snuggled under the other blanket.

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“Underoos? You guys still up here?”

Peter turned, startled, to see Tony’s head poking up through the roof access.

“Yeah, we are. But shhh. MJ’s asleep.”

“Aw, so cute,” he said dryly. “But bud, it’s almost 10. We didn’t realize you were still out here. I thought you wanted to watch a movie tonight, too?”

“Oh, we did! Sorry, we just lost track of time.”

“Look, we figured out a new constellation using that app on my phone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mere and I’ll show you.” He flipped up the edge of the blanket, and his mentor came to lay with his head close to the teenager’s so he could point out the “new” discovery. Which is where they still were when another head popped through the access point. This time it was Pepper. “Tony? I sent you to find the kids half an hour ago!”

#comfortember 2022 #marvel mcu #losing track of time #holding hands #a quiet moment #peter parker and mj #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction

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goffjames · 5 months

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Poetry - Senryū - A Quiet Moment - A Poem by Goff James

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