#stillbirth tw

[kathrynhoward]

THE WHITE QUEEN (2013)

#perioddramaedit #periodedit #twqedit #thewhitequeenedit #eleanortomlinsonedit #eleanor tomlinson #isabel neville #*mine #miscarriage tw #stillbirth tw

[lingeringscars]

Still thinking about how shauna thought she would kill the goat btw. Shauna being handed something and told to care for it and ultimately thinking she will be the one to kill it. Shauna killed jackie but also didn't. Shauna watched her baby die but also didn't. Callie grew up and shauna kept waiting for her to stop, for her to not be real.

Shauna was handed the teammates and told to kill. Shauna cut up her friends. Shauna kills the ones she cares for.

#meta: shauna shipman #muse: shauna shipman #character of alllll fucking time #yellowjackets #yellowjackets tw #death tw #stillbirth tw #child death tw

[scientia-rex]

I did get a chance to clear coat the memorial stone (“stone,” I think it’s resin) for Henry’s corner of the garden. Someday I’m going to get a granite bench engraved for him, but that’s more than I have handy right now so I’m starting small.

I think doing beautiful things in someone’s memory is a useful form of meditation. I still cry when I think about Henry. He was stillborn at 37 weeks 4 days of gestation—he could have been born, he was late pre term, but he died and his mom had to be induced. It hit us all so hard. There was already so much love for him. Where does it go? What do we do with it? Where do we put the love?

So I’m putting it into planting and building things and thinking about what books I would have read to him.

#child death tw #stillbirth tw

[transboykirito]

working on this oneshot i've been trying to write for a year+ and it's............. this will have a happy ending i promise but here's this bit

(warnings for stillbirth)

Asuna falls back against Kirito’s chest, heaving while she catches her breath. They look at each other for a moment, and then they both notice the deafening silence in the room. They turn to look at Fanatio, concern across her face as she holds the newborn in her arms, and their blood runs cold.

“What’s wrong?” Kirito asks, gripping Asuna’s arm tighter.

The knight suddenly moves her fingers over the baby, summoning the Stacia window. Asuna looks away, Kirito looks down at her, his face grim.

Fanatio shakes her head solemnly, ”I’m sorry.”

“Do something.” Kirito growls, glaring, “You’ve got to do something, whatever you have to. Transfer my life durability to-”

“There’s nothing to transfer it to, My Lord,” Fanatio starts, “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen this happen before.”

“There has to be something you can do, Fanatio! Get someone else, get the entire church, we’ll figure this out!”

“Kirito,” Asuna clutches the fabric of his shirt, sobbing, “Lady Fanatio… Thank you. I’m so sorry.”

“Please don’t apologise, Lady Asuna,” Fanatio bowed her head, “My sincere condolences. Would you like to hold her?”

“Her?” Kirito asks, his voice breaking. Yui would have had a sister, she would have loved that. They would have had another daughter.

Fanatio cautiously passes the baby to Asuna, silent and unmoving, and all three of them break into tears. Asuna brushes her fingers across the infant’s face, Kirito places his hand on her leg. She’s so small that she could have fit into his hand.

She has his hair, he wants to imagine she would have had Asuna’s eyes, and she looks so much like an infant version of Yui that he feels himself growing sick at the thought. They’ve lost both their children now, they’ll never be a mother and father again.

Asuna presses a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead, tears dropping down onto her face while she mourns the loss of her, mourns the memories they’d never get to make, the handmade clothes she wouldn’t grow into, the personality she would never get to discover, the life she would never get to lead.

Fanatio silently leaves the room, leaving the couple to their loss and their grief privately. Kirito and Asuna don’t even notice she’s gone until Kirito tries to ask her a question and gets no response. Then he looks back down to their daughter, looks at Asuna’s tear-stained face, and he vows he’ll spend the rest of his life in this world finding answers for why their child’s life was stolen from them.

#fic stuff #angst #stillbirth tw

[genderqueerpositivity]

Do NOT use Facebook or Messenger to discuss self managing abortion or to communicate your intentions to have an abortion in any way. Especially do not do this if you live in a state that bans self managed abortion, abortion via telehealth, or accessing abortion pills by mail.

#this has me so pissed off today #abortion rights #abortion #reproductive rights #reproductive justice #op #news #abortion tw #stillbirth tw #pregnancy tw

[viscardiac]

Valarr watching from the afterlife while kiera goes off to wed the drunken cousin who lost a whole ass child on a road that was a deadass straight line and that claims that his talent is to lie in the mud

When the drunken cousin and your widow get a living daughter while both of your sons were stillborn

#lol hadn't posted this one here yet #my art #asoiaf #pre asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #asoiaf art #a song of ice and fire #got #valarr targaryen #kiera of tyrosh #daeron targaryen #daeron the drunken #stillbirth tw #house targaryen #targaryen #targaryen fanart

[avillanappears]

I love when real canon facts about media sound like creepypasta. the creators of invader zim subliminally hid an image of gir covered in blood in different frames. there’s a touhou character who’s the dead soul of a stillborn fetus.

#avillanaccounts #invader zim #touhou #stillbirth tw

[cordoleo]

w. argella lefford, day one of the riverlands gathering, @dvnastics

once upon a time, she had played the fawning wife, urging her horse to accompany her husband's and to allow him to make as many crass jokes about her as he wished to, but those days are gone — from the moment life began to grow in her womb, she was glad to remove herself from the role of adoring, instead sitting in her chambers with a heavy belly, hoping that the horse would throw a kick and her kingly husband would no longer be mighty. after twenty five years without success to her wishes (not prayers, who the fuck thinks the gods can do shit?), and at least twenty of those keeping her distance, she is half-forced to acquiesce and fall to the role of queenship, enthusiastic wife — one she takes only because she shall not have to care about following her husband's hunting party, instead leading her own with apathy. let these people trail after pointless trail; she's here to enjoy her wine and the opportunity to wear her new hunting garb.

displeasure is clear on ivory as the page — boy she does not only swat away and remove from her service due to his connection to one of the households of her sister, a favor she is sure to count as paid and then demand another — takes too long to get her horse ready. another awaits, though joanna only cares to see who it is because the damn girl — woman now, wife, mother and ruling lady — looks just like her father (once, joanna had dreamed that she would have a daughter just similar enough to argella, a daughter that looked just like her father, but she's overjoyed that folly had not become truthful, nor had any children shoved into her womb by her true husband survived past a few hours after birth). "lady lefford," tone is curt, though there is a smile — a sour thing, like joanna herself — upon painted lips. "your father has claimed you for his party. isn't it a pity?"

#stillbirth tw #implied alcoholism tw #child abuse tw #violence tw #she's a fun one isnt she? /s #conquest.event1 #pregnancy tw #sexism tw #death tw

[externalconceit]

[Still thinking about That Burke Guy. That means I've thought more about him in a few weeks than Marvel has in 30+ years.

He mentions his first death was by burning at the stake in the 17th Century. Given the method of death and the time period, it's likely he was a victim of the heresy burnings that swept over the Holy Roman Empire at that time. (So... probably Germany or the Netherlands-ish.) Externals didn't manifest their powers until after their first death, so that decreases the likelihood of him being executed for "witchcraft"/visions.

When his body is destroyed, he's canonically shown to be reborn in the body of a newborn baby (kicking out its soul?), and taking on the same distinct features he had in his last body. The stuff I've found in the comics shows that he was physically back to adulthood within ten years.

So, you have Some Normal Guy who was burned for "heresy", but really because he pissed off the wrong neighbor. His body is destroyed in the fire, and he "reincarnates". He's walking around born to a new family while being aware of everything that happened before. He's able to see the future and has no idea what's going on. Is he a demon? Is he cursed?

He's also growing as fast as that baby from Twilight, and he's got these eyes:

I'm seeing him staggering around as the blind beggar trope, cloth "bandages" over his eyes for his own safety.

The other Externals can sense when another member's been activated, but the comics are a little hazy with the explanations. In my mind, Shar got to him first.

Her identity at the time was as a wealthy widow, and as an act of "charity", she takes him into her house as a servant--which he isn't, but the public doesn't need to know that.

They start off with a very clear power imbalance just because she's his mentor. I don't know if they become involved later on or at that point, but they aren't on equal footing until he breaks away to become his own man and joins the High Lords.

I feel like there's a long and complicated story that will be completely irrelevant because there will never be a Burke in the RPC, but I also feel like he's an important part of Shar's life. Their interests are aligned, and they will act to protect one another against other Externals if necessary.

They conceived a child together in the past, but the infant didn't survive the birth due to Shar's powers, or because Externals being able to have children together might be unusual/difficult? Whatever happened, they never tried again, and the trauma resulted in another split and reconciliation.

They get together, separate, get together, separate. Their latest falling out was due to the events of Cable #151. Burke willingly accepted his own prophesized murder because he'd outlived all his "loved ones". ... Shar was probably pretty pissed off about that wording. Also, because he removed her heart and hid it, disposing of her body to protect her from suffering the same fate.

Shar has preternatural awareness and Eldritch Shit going on, but her guard is/was down with Burke enough that he could inflict a "killing" blow and take her heart, which is not a vibe I get with the other Externals when they're hanging out. They have some hazy deal about not killing one another, but Selene, Gideon, and Candra have reneged on that in the past in the comics, so it looks like they stick to that only if it suits them.

Note: Only one External can permanently kill another. This is done by draining their energy, or if a fellow External yanks out their heart and eats it. But it won't stick unless one External gets every other External's heart/energy.

So, Burke and Shar have an Irene and Destiny-type situation, that's also its own thing. Also, Burke is ace with a slight preference toward men because I say so.

Shar is polysexual and demi with a strong leaning toward femmes.]

#:npcs: burke: fortitude: #:people: burke: #:aspect: fortitude [burke]: #child death tw #stillbirth tw #immolation tw #death tw #cannibalism cw #toxic relationship cw #:just in case: #suicide tw

[agrippinaes]

@willwriteforruns asked: the white queen + most heartbreaking scene the loss of isabel neville's first child

#twq #twqedit #the white queen #perioddramaedit #mine #willwriteforruns #child death tw #baby loss tw #blood tw #stillbirth tw #miscarriage tw

[ace-the-fox]

Hey, could you do cis Yoshikage Kira Mpreg headcanons??? If you want to that is. Pre or post Kosaku body swap, idc, can be any point in the part 4 storyline, if not multiple points in the story. Can include dark or angsty stuff like how he’d react to pregnancy loss. Thank you so much and I love your Kira fics btw!

Hi!! Sorry I took longer than even I expected lol

I ended up just going over most of the points you gave me, bc it just gave me more to talk about. And, given that I've written a LOT of Kira mpreg, I don't wanna sound like a broken record lol. That kind of made this more of a series of ideas rather than strict storylined hcs. I hope that's okay lol. It's still not too different from my usual headcanons, dw.

Cis Yoshikage Kira Mpreg Headcanons

So, how did it happen?? Cis mpreg is interesting because you gotta think a lil bit more about how babby is made (unless we're going abo/"it just works" here lol). Most understandable but also most interesting way it could work here is just a stand attack. I remember seeing a (vv likely now deleted :( ) fic where Kira killed a girl who was actually a stand user and got preggers which I think is 👀

HOWEVER it happens Kira... isn't happy that it did. Sure, he's a little less suspicious now – no-one would ever accuse a pregnant father of anything. But he's likely either a single father-to-be or, at least, got pregnant out of wedlock, which makes him stick out and not even for good reasons. And he can't STAND children. This is not a good time for him.

His obsession with his fitness and health means he is obsessed with "glowing" and staying fit during his pregnancy... It doesn't work. He is cranky, tired and large. Don't bother him, he does bite (and cries sometimes).

He says he's making an early start on the nursery and folding up baby clothes and all because he likes to be organised, which is true... but there is an odd tinge of ecstacy to it too, that he prefers not to think about.

He also started keeping an ultrasound picture in his wallet, simply because it was an easy go-to for small talk he didn't want to go through but had to. But, sometimes he will catch himself staring at it.

He does that thing that most pregnant people do where he talks to the baby in utero, and it sounds really sweet because he says it in the typical lovey-dovey tone... until you actually listen to him.

"You have made me pee three times today and I'm only four hours into the work day. You better not be even more of a bother when you come out, because you have ruined my life and body ENOUGH... Aren't I so lucky to have you? ^_^"

To kind of continue this plotline, and since I've already made a post about Kira getting pregnant after the faceswap, what if he got pregnant before the faceswap and had to pretend he wasn't to avoid suspicion. Obviously, Shinobu is oblivious at ever and thinks he's a bit under the weather at most. Hayato might pick up on it, though I'm not sure if he'd fully piece it together or not. Especially if we're going the "Kira gets pregnant from a stand attack" route and cis pregnancies aren't normal, because how could his DAD be pregnant??

Obvious pregnancy loss/miscarriage/stillbirth warning

As for the pregnancy loss... his actual reaction and feelings towards it depends on how early the loss is in the pregnancy. As discussed before, he's not thrilled at being pregnant, especially not at first. So, if it's an early miscarriage, it's pretty much just a relief for him. Luck being on his side yet again. A later miscarriage, or worse, a loss that results in an actual stillbirth... He's a little torn. He still somewhat believes it's for the best, that it makes his life easier and he'd probably not be the best parent anyways. But, perhaps, he didn't mind being pregnant as much as he thought he did. And he does miss having his little one more than he'd like to admit. He finds himself muttering to his stomach for months afterwards still, for a start...

#jjba #Yoshikage kira #mpreg #headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #mpreg tw #birth tw #miscarriage tw #stillbirth tw #i could have written a lot more for this but... this is long enough lmao #just my brainworms lol #anyways there's something wrong with him i love him sm <3

[priscillaflores]

August 2023

In a bathtub murky with blood, Priscilla held the frail, unmoving body of her baby tightly to her chest and wept for what might've been hours, or might have been days. Eventually, she was washed and toweled, dried and put to bed. It might've been by anyone, it might've even been by her own hand. She didn't know, she hadn't been there when it was happening. In her head she was somewhere far, far away. Somewhere better. Somewhere that hurt less.

And in that bed she stayed. Hours. Days. Weeks. One morning she woke in the tiny cabin and there was frost along the windowpane, though the last month she remembered being alive in was July, maybe. Or August. Priscilla rolled to the other side and pulled the covers back over her head and thought: good, let the leaves begin to die and fall. She wanted everything and everyone in the world to be as miserable as she was.

Often and loudly she was reminded, sometimes by her own thoughts, that she had to get up. She had to eat. She had to bathe. She had to pee. She had to get a job, she had to get a job, she had to get a job. Bills. Bills. Money. Money. Bills. Work. Money. Bills. Money.

Money. Like the whispered name of an old lover, to think about it brought her a sense of dread and confusion. How had she ever cared about such a thing at all? How had it been so important? What little funds she had accrued in preparation of leaving the island with her son dried up almost immediately. Nothing ever lasted as long as grief did. Often, she dreamt of Mr. Velari. In every version of the dream, he killed her. It was not a nightmare anymore, but a sweet and dear fantasy that she longed to be true in the first moments after waking.

If she'd had any friends left, she would have turned them away, and the few friends of Hilda's couldn't possibly understand how torn up she was over the loss of a baby they believed she had never planned to keep. Priscilla kept herself company by imagining their remarks, in ways that made cruel caricatures of the people who had only ever been welcoming to her. She's still in bed? It was only a few thousand dollars they were going to give her for the surrogacy. It can't be that hard to get over. Get a grip. Grow up. Move on.

The world continued to spin on and she lay flat and still, stiffening with every day that passed, growing roots that tangled and rotted beneath the bed, letting the days hang over her like a heavy cloud she couldn't push through. There might've been sun on the other side, but she was too lost in the storm to guess which direction it might be in, and too tired to try and find it.

Without warning, one morning in late November, she rose and dressed. With a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders and head, Priscilla took herself to the porch, where she sat and did not do much of anything at all. But at least it was not the bed. Then, a few days later, she went so far as to walk up the length of the road and back again. She stared at the ground the entire time. But at least it was not the bed. And when she carried all the cups from the bedside table to the sink, though she did not wash them, at least it was not the bed.

November's full moon came, and with it all the usual aches and pains, but none of the dread. For so long she had tried and tried and tried to be perfectly human, shoving down whatever animal instincts howled in her. The fear of losing control and being a hideous, snarling beast had left her now. When the moon came, this time, she did not ask Hilda for the ethereum ring back. Priscilla wanted to lose her humanity. Priscilla wanted to howl. For months she had grown her grief inside of her like a second pregnancy, and it was ready now for the bloody and violent business of being born.

#in her bella swan era #drabble #stillbirth tw

[obscuremilfoff]

do characters who tried for child but the kid was stillborn still count

the character i chose for my icon is a mother in name only, milf is a state of mind

#asks #stillbirth cw #stillbirth tw

[xaallo]

@apexulansis liked for a drabble

Ardaka had warned him not to get his hopes up too high.

" There's a chance this, well-- doesn't end well." Is what the Kariian had said to him, a hand squeezing his shoulder, lips murmuring next to his ear. But Xaallo hadn't listened. Stricken with the elation of a father-to-be, Ardaka's concerns had fallen on deaf ears. It would be fine.

Things had started off well, normal, happy. Xaallo was impossibly more attentive, almost smotheringly so, and several times the Hunter had to firmly remind him that -- with child or not -- he was still a fearsome apex predator many pounds heavier than even Xaallo. He could take care of himself.

When the problems did come, they were minute. Some slight irregularities there, some oddities here that "should be" no issue. Should resolves themselves with time; they had need only be patient. Ardaka had worried, but Xaallo had chalked that up to the Kariian's nature to worry. It would be fine.

Only, it was not and even the most formidable thing would eventually crumble under myriad problems unaddressed. Unable to be addressed. The viability of the child-to-be would fluctuate; ups, downs, ups, downs, ups, downs, downs, downs...

Until that had been the trend, the only trend, a steady, certain march towards--

Xaallo's fist crunched into the metal of the ship wall. He felt the surface dent, the bones in his hand shift out of place, and he roared in agony. Not for his destroyed hand, but for his child never to be.

#drabble #miscarriage tw #stillbirth tw #child death tw #apexulansis #drabble; #:^)

[ofwolfandmuses]

Is that [JOE MANGANIELLO]? No, that’s [VICTOR CALLEN]. The [47] year old [OMEGA] [CIS-MALE] is a [HORTICULTURIST] in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [AMIABLE] & [COMPLIANT], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [SELF-CONSCIOUS] & [CREDULOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [PRAISE, BODY WORSHIP & CUDDLING] but don’t even think about trying [HUMILIATION/DEGRADATION, SCAT, GORE, EXCESSIVE PAIN] with them.

TW MISCARRIAGES & TW STILLBORN & TW ABUSE

BASIC INFORMATION;

Name: Victor Alexander Callen - Martel

Nicknames: Vic, Big Guy

Age: Forty-Seven

Secondary Gender: Omega

Occupation: Horticulturist in the Venois Pack

APPEARANCE;  

Height: 6'6

Weight: 245 pounds

Build: Herculean, Toned, Athletic

Hair Color: Black & Grey - He got that salt n pepper action

Eye Color: Brown

Shaved/Trimmed/Natural: Hairy, but not a thick coat - just enough to make it obvious he has hair but not enough that it hides how toned he is

Wolf Color: Dark Grey with an almost blue tint to it, lighter around the face

Wolf Size/Build: Slightly larger than average, stocky

SEX;

Kinks: Praise, Intimacy, Multiple Orgasms (giving), Obeying his partners, Being called "boy" or "pup", Younger/Smaller Tops, Knotting, Breeding, Service Topping, Musk, Body Worship

Anti-Kinks: Humiliation/Degradation, Excessive Pain, Scat, Gore, Dying Alone

BIOGRAPHY;

The true of the matter is that Victor, really, should not have been born. With both his sire and his dame being omegas, the chance of success of his birth was definitely minimal and yet when he came out of his dame with a soft cry, his parents were overjoyed that he had been born healthy and hearty, a pup of nine pounds at his birth. Of course, his parentage often had people wondering just what kind of wolf he would be, wondering what sort of strong role model he would have if the wolf were to wind up as an Alpha - being raised by two omegas, surely, would mean that he'd grow up to be soft, right?

Their concerns had been correct when he presented with his first heat at twenty-two - a late-bloomer - and they started to blame his parents for his secondary gender because for all intents and purposes, he looked like he should've been an Alpha - he was tall, broad-shouldered, and yet he was an Omega. They started to tell them that if he had just been sired by an Alpha, if there had been an Alpha there to raise him, that maybe he'd turn out the way that Mother Wolf had intended for him to be instead of what they made him. And the wolves his age often teased him, chided him for his size and joked that he wasn't a good Omega because he was so big.

There was one, in particular, though, that was always so kind to him. He called him the perfect omega, a beautiful soul and the kind of omega he could see could bear strong and hearty pups, and Victor was quick to fall in love. It wasn't much longer after that that the two of them mated with each other when he was twenty-six. Everything was perfect. His mate was always eager to bed him, to knot him and breed his hole, but... nothing come of it. A couple of years went by and the two hadn't had a pup, and so Victor went to speak with someone in an apothecary about what they could do to increase their chances of conception - the last thing he wanted was to be an Omega that didn't do his duty and provide for his Alpha.

With fertility potions, Victor and his mate tried again for pups for years and four times they were successful... at least in conception. Two of them had been early miscarriages, and the third Victor had nearly carried to term before having a miscarriage. The fourth time? He had carried the pup to term and he and his mate were ecstatic to finally meet their first child... But after hours of labor, the pup that Victor had birthed wasn't breathing and was pronounced a still born. His heart broke at that moment, knowing that there had to be something wrong with him if he was unable to give his mate a child... and his mate thought the same.

For years after that, the relationship between Victor and his mate took a turn. His Alpha would start coming home later and later, smelling of different wolves - of different Omegas - and when he did touch Victor, he was aggressive and only using him for his own means. And the words he spoke were absolutely heart-wrenching, calling him broken and that he should've known to stay away from him when no one else wanted him, and sometimes those words were accompanied by violence. It got to the point, really, where Victor couldn't help but notice his mate would smell like one Omega in particular and when a new scent popped up on his Alpha, he knew what it meant.

He became a father.

Heartbroken that he couldn't provide for his Alpha, Victor gathered his belongings - what little he had, anyway - and decided to head out in search of a new life. The village of Athos was one he had heard of a few times, by people that had traveled the roadside and rested in the farmhouse that he shared with his mate, and he figured that maybe he could start anew there. Of course, as soon as he crossed the boundary, he was greeted by the guards - a wolf of his stature, of course, was bound to bring up questions and once he was presented to the three packmasters, they all looked to the mark on his neck and the desperation in his plea and they knew... He was just trying to leave some sort of sad situation and they agreed to take him in.

The wolf hadn't been in Athos that long, merely a month, and he hadn't really formed any connections beyond those that worked in the fields with him as a Horticulurist - using his height to aid him in tended to the plants that some of the others struggled to reach - and while the mated mark on his neck is still strong, still standing... Part of him yearns to find someone else to mark the other side of his neck, to take him in and make him happy again.

But he knows that's a long shot. After all, he knows... He's too old, too broken, and too big to be anyone's Omega.

#ahqintro #tw miscarriage #tw stillbirth #tw abuse #abuse tw #miscarriage tw #stillbirth tw

[ahundredhundredheartbeats]

Our baby has died and we still have to do our taxes.

Our baby has died and we still have to put gas in the car.

Our baby has died and we still have to wash dishes and laundry.

We still have to mow the lawn and shop for groceries and feed the dog.

I don’t know how I’m still surviving but I am.

I wish people would stop acting like there’s any point to life

I really don’t want to be a dick but seriously I don’t want to hear about how blessed you are and how much you feel the love of god when my baby is dead. Go ahead and find your joy in the world but there isn’t much for me.

#infant death tw #child death tw #infant loss #stillbirth #stillbirth tw