#tw stillbirth

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #123

Danny found himself at Clockworks bothering the old ancient again. Ever since the nasty burger incident Danny didn’t have anyone else to really talk to. Vlad wasn’t an option the old guy was a creep and Danny wanted nothing to do with him. The other ghosts left him alone in his mourning as well, the attacks stopped after Danny defeated Pariah Dark something Danny didn’t quite understand why but he was thankful for it.

Clockwork looked over at the young halfa and then tells him something he wasn’t ever planning to. Danny didn’t belong to this dimension and had actually been taken from his home (He was stillborn and was thrown in the lazurus pits but never emerged) as a child and Clockwork decided it was time for him to be sent back. He opens a portal for the unknowing prince and closes it behind him before Danny can ask anything.

Danny didn’t know where he’d ended up but he did know that he hated clowns, including the guy in front of him. The guy introduced himself as the Joker and Danny lost all interest in what he had to say except that he looked like this Damian Wayne kid except his eyes were green instead of the icy blue that Danny had. Oh and the guy was threatening to fill the tube Danny was trapped in with acid. Danny had half a mind to see if he’d actually do it.

Damian knew he had a twin that was stillborn, his mother liked to remind him that his brother was weak and a failure while he was strong. He held his head high at the praise at the time but now after living with Father for 5 years he began to wonder what it would have been like if his twin survived. That all changes when they find an apparent clone being held by the Joker.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #damian wayne #danny and damian are twins #ghost prince danny #but he doesn’t know #Danny was stillborn but revived by the pits #tw stillbirth #Clockwork being cryptic because clockwork #Danny gets kidnapped by the Joker #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[rapeculturerealities]

Texas questions rights of fetus in prison guard lawsuit despite arguing opposite on abortion | Texas | The Guardian

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/aug/12/texas-fetus-rights-prison-guard-lawsuit-abortion

In defending themselves against a lawsuit, Texas officials have argued that an “unborn child” may not have rights under the US constitution, putting them in tension with arguments made by the state’s attorney general’s office as well as Republican lawmakers to support restrictions to abortion.

A guard at the state prison in the community of Abilene filed the lawsuit in question after she asserted that her superiors barred her from going to the hospital while she experienced intense labor pains and what she suspected were contractions while seven months pregnant and on duty.

The guard – who is named Salia Issa – was finally able to leave to go to the hospital two and a half hours after the pain started. She was rushed into emergency surgery after doctors were unable to find a fetal heartbeat and she ultimately delivered the baby in a stillbirth. The lawsuit claims that if Issa had been able to get to the hospital sooner, the baby would have survived.

Issa and her husband sued the Texas department of criminal justice and three supervisors, arguing the state caused the death of their child. They seek restitution in medical and funeral costs and for pain and suffering.

The prison agency and the Texas attorney general’s office have argued in defense of the lawsuit that the agency should not be held responsible for the stillbirth and that it is not clear the fetus had rights as a person. Both entities advance those positions despite consistent arguments made in lockstep by the attorney general’s office and Texas legislators that “unborn children” should be recognized as people starting at fertilization.

#texas #Tw stillbirth #abortion #reproductive health #reproductive rights

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Blood

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Joel comes home to the smell of blood.

Warnings: PLEASE READ angst without a happy ending, death of an infant, death of a child, main character death, loss of a child (stillbirth), loss of a partner

A/N: Please read the warnings above. If any of them feel even remotely uncomfortable for you, please do not read this fic.

I don't own photos, dividers or characters.

Over the past twenty years, Joel’s become familiar with blood in ways he’s never wanted. 

He’s known it dripping from his daughter, himself, Tommy. 

One time he tried to list off all the people he’d seen bleed, whether or not he knew their names. 

It smells sickly and sweet. He thinks the smell is the heat of life as it swirls up and out of the wound and into the air. 

He never knew how warm a human being truly was, until that early September night, Sarah panting in his arms. 

It had been an abnormally hot day for the month, the relentless Texas summer still lingering in the air, like a sun-warmed sidewalk, autumn still not fully committed to its task yet. He had been so hot all day, and through the night, as he screamed and ran and ran and screamed. 

There was a faint trickle of sweat going down his back, his shirt sticking to his skin. 

But when his daughter gripped at him, when he pressed his hands against her stomach and pressed down down, the blood had seeped through. It was hot, uncomfortably so. It ran down his wrists and made his fingers slippery, stained his arm, stuck his fine hairs to his skin till the blood crusted over into brown. 

It burned him wherever Sarah touched him, red handprints imprinted onto his skin that he punched Tommy over when he suggested that maybe he find something to wash them off. 

Joel didn’t like blood. Didn’t like it even when it meant his survival, that his heavy boulder of a life would live to see another roll up and down the mountain. 

Even in Jackson, he hated it. 

The sight of it sat in his stomach like hemlock, the smell filled his lungs like tar. 

When Joel saw blood, blood poured from his eyes. 

So, when Joel comes home from patrol, the house he’s worked long and hard to call home, has made sure to keep the slither of blood away from, he has to stumble to the kitchen table to catch his breath. 

The sweet smell hangs in the air like mustard gas. He sees the yellow fog of it twist and turn each corner and hang heavy at his ankles, grave-like and sombre. 

He wants to throw up. 

He follows the fog, follows the smell. The nausea rises and falls inside him like the tide, relentless and without fail. The impassivity of the ocean terrifying. The threat of eternity. 

When Joel opens the door to the bedroom he shares with you, the bedroom he’s worked long and hard at to call his, the bedroom he’s rearranged for you dozens and dozens of times over the past eight months as your nesting had gotten stronger until his back gave out, he stumbles and holds onto the doorframe to catch his breath and finds it doesn’t come to him. 

You’d traded a lot for those floral sheets. Had worked long hours to be able to afford them, and cooked as hearty a meal as you could when you finally got your hands on them. 

There’s so much blood that it’s turned the bedding and your dearly-loved sheets nearly black. You’re holding something grey and covered in blood to your chest, rocking it gently, sweat stuck to your forehead. 

You seem the ghost of the woman he knew. The one who got up and sang off-key without any music for a full house at the Tipsy Bison and stole Joel’s heart in one fell swoop of an eagle’s wing, your voice sounding like wind chimes. There’s a brush of blood on your forehead, the roots of fingers following a palm. 

Your eyes are hazy and delirious but still they light up when they see him, “Hi, Joel.” 

He walks into the room, he hears himself talking to you but doesn’t realise when he managed to do that. He sits down on the bed and it’s warm and wet. A few seconds later, he feels the blood crawl into his jeans. 

You mumble something and with a butterfly of a smile you hold out your arms to him. Joel finds himself stroking the face of his daughter, running his hand down the bridge of her nose, smaller than his pointer finger. 

One of your breasts is out of your shirt, milk runs from it and pools down into an oasis of white. There’s a dribble of it against his daughter’s mouth. 

You’re saying something again, “...eager to see you, Joel, to see her father.” 

Joel doesn’t know where you’ve found the strength to be talking like this. When he touches your forehead, you’re burning. He remembers that one night when he took you out dancing. Where he watched you move like a sirocco from the bar counter and got you drinks to cool off. He remembers pressing his lips against your hot skin, right below your hairline, he remembers your arm, strong and steady as it wrapped around his waist. 

It had been a long time since Joel had done anything of the like in public like that. When he pulled away he found his heart beating out of his chest without control. He was scared you would be able to see it moving against his shirt. A rapid rise and fall like the beat of a rabbit’s foot. 

“Isn’t she pretty, Joel?” 

He swallows and nods, says that she is because it’s the truth. The scrunched up, wrinkled face, colourless and lifeless, is beautiful because she was inside you for eight months and Joel spent those nights he spent with you talking to his daughter inside your womb. He hasn’t seen anything more pretty. 

“Lovely,” his voice is hoarse, and he hates how his tongue is cottony. He wants to say more and he only repeats himself, “Lovely.” 

You shift and groan but keep moving until you place your child in his arms. Your hand remains on her head, brushing your thumb back and forth, “Aren’t you happy?” 

“Why didn't you call for someone?” 

“I love her so much, I didn’t think it possible to love someone like this…” you let out a tired sigh and Joel feels the faint heated brush of a bit of your life pass against his neck. You lay down against your pillow. “She’s not latching…” 

Something inside him hallows out. Joel feels wind churn in every corner of his chest, braiding in and out between his ribs. His bones feel dry, the insides of them empty of any marrow. They hit against one another as the bleeding thing inside him continues to beat. 

“I’ll go get Maria-” 

He wonders why he didn’t think of this sooner, of getting help, why he didn’t run straight out the door when he smelt blood in his house, when he saw you in bed, more of your blood outside of you than in. 

“No,” an urgency hangs against your voice like an anchor. You reach out to him, “Stay with us for now.” 

Joel’s jeans are dipped in your blood, he feels it press mercilessly against his skin. 

He looks down at the baby in his arms, viciously silent, heartlessly still. 

Sarah had a set of lungs on her when she was born. Had screamed so loud it filled the room. 

“Alright.” 

When Joel dips his head to kiss your hairline, you smell like blood. One time, in the low light of your fireplace, before you’d moved in with him, you’d pressed your head against his neck and murmured that you used to use Dior perfume, that it was the only luxury you permitted yourself before the world set itself on fire. 

After he’d have sex with you, you smelt like sweat and Joel and skin. Heated and vibrant with life, Joel would press his front teeth into your upper arm until you pressed him away and called him an animal. 

When you came back from your shifts in the garden, you smelt like earth. Something rich and dark. Some mysterious force of nature clinging against your clothes and body, making you glow. 

He wonders if he would have fallen in love with you back when you sprayed yourself with designer perfume. If you would have let him into your life enough to have him put a piece of himself inside you to grow. Selfishly. 

His daughter lays heavy in his arms. 

He always noticed that, once the haze of the blood had cleared. When the blood had cooled down and the life had left its cells empty and deflated. 

How weighted Sarah was, when she wasn’t carrying herself and entirely dependent on his arms and strength. 

“Joel?” 

Nausea crawls up his throat like a slug, and he swallows it down. “Hm?” 

“Aren’t you happy?” Your voice is meek and small. He feels he could cup it in the palm of his hand and have room to spare. 

“Are you?” A childish smile grows on your face, your eyes glazed over, slightly out of focus. He supposes your happiness is his, and he nods before you respond, “I am. Very much.” 

You’ve made him a father again, after all. 

He leans down and kisses your baby. She’s still warm to the touch. He wonders how long ago this had happened to you. 

He wants to be mad at you for not getting help, for not calling for Ellie or him, or Tommy or Maria or any person in this black hole of a settlement. 

If he said he was happy though, he supposes he’s happy. 

“I’m tired, Joel.” 

“You’ve good right to be.” 

If he closes his eyes, he’ll feel the gentle movements of his daughter against his chest. 

“I think I might sleep.” 

Your lips have lost colour. There’s a dull certainty inside your voice now. 

“You do that, baby.” 

There’s so much blood in his jeans he fears he won’t be able to wash them out, that he’ll have to throw them out along with the mattress and the bedding. 

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[meadow-hearthfire]

Cliva Angst Idea

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF STILLBIRTH

What if Viva and Clay had been trying for a baby for years, but every egg they had turned out to be stillborn?

What if Viva cannot bring herself to leave Hole N' Fun, even after learning the trolls have made peace with the bergens, because she wants to stay near where her babies are buried?

Despite all the heartbreak, Viva and Clay don't drift apart, and Viva still hasn't given up hope that she and Clay will get to have a baby.

#tw pregnancy #tw stillbirth #tw death #trolls #trolls clay #trolls viva #cliva #trolls cliva #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #angst #clay trolls #viva trolls

[roleplaymemeworld]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

A meme surrounding family planning, pregnancy & childbirth  best suited for medieval & fantasy setting. Feel free to change whatever you need to make the prompts suitable for you!

“Our marriage has not been consummated yet. How am I supposed to produce an heir?!” “The midwife advised me to sleep with you on a full moon for fertility.” “We have tried to conceive a babe for many years, but the Gods have not blessed us with one yet.” “You are still young. This loss only means we will try again.” “I hope this time we will be blessed with a child that lives.” “Will you be disappointed if it is not a son?” “This is not their first child and they have failed to produce and heir so far.” “She is with child, but remains unmarried. A scandal!” “Rumor has it that she is not pregnant by her husband, but her lover.” “We need to have an heir. I know you do not wish to share the bed with me, but we must try for the sake of our families. It is our duty.” “It is a woman’s duty to give her husband children. You are not excluded from that.” “She only had a babe a year ago and is pregnant again. If they continue like that, the poor girl will be spent by 25.” “I think I might be with child.” “I think you might be with child.” “How does one know when a child has taken root in the womb?” “You have been sick a lot recently. Might you be with child?” “We have prayed for this babe for years and the Gods have finally answered us.” “You look more beautiful with each day you carry my child.” “She has been positively glowing for someone so close to childbirth.” “You should rest, my dear. Let me help you sit somewhere.” “Do not over exert yourself. It is bad for the babe.” “The babe will be the best King/Queen our kingdom has ever seen, I have no doubt.” “I never wished to father children, but now that I look at the swell of your stomach each day, I cannot wait to be a parent.” “Confinement has been one of the more dull experiences of my life.” “Are you well? You look pale. Is it time?” “Since when have you been in pain? I think we ought to call for the midwife.” “Has no one told you how labor starts, child? Your babe is coming.” “Hold my hand and breathe. You are doing very well. It will be over soon.” “Get the birthing chair. The babe is stuck and we need gravity’s help.” “I do not want strangers in the room. Please dismiss everyone, but the midwife.” “Is this amount of blood normal?” “Would you like to take a hot bath to ease the pain?” “I do not expect you to stay in the birthing chamber with me. I know it is no place for a husband.” “The Queen is in labour. Let us hope the child will live this time.” “They say the babe is not coming and we might lose them both.” “You have to be strong now, or you might lose the babe.” “There is too much blood. Something is not right.” “It is just a bit of childbed fever. She will recover.” “The babe is small and weak. You should not get your hopes up.” “What a wonderful blessing, it is a son!” “They say an heir is what a man desires, but a daughter was what I truly needed.” “I’m afraid it is not over yet. There seems to be another babe on the way.”

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[corabloom13]

Arcane x Reader with miscarriage/stillbirth headcanons

MASSIVE TW for miscarriage, stillbirth infertility medical stuff.

You and Silco were both planning on a new baby for a while. Singed warned such a pregnancy would be high-risk - but you both took the chance knowing what was likely to come.

When you miscarried, Silco ran straight to you upon hearing your blood-curdling cries. He wasn't about to let you do this alone. He held you on your bed, brushing away sweaty bangs.

You felt guilty. After years of trying for a baby you failed. Silco blamed you, didn't he? "It's not your fault," he assured you, bundling up your baby gently so he could lay them to rest. Silco's without qualms for cleaning you up, to. Deep down he's heartbroken just as much as you are but he knows whatever he feels it will be immeasurably worse for you.

Which is why adopting Jinx never seemed like a bad idea to him. Silco should've asked you about it before, but when your eyes lit up your arms wrapped your new daughter in a warm hug. "Maybe it's possible it all worked out in the end," you coo to him.

According to doctors, your pregnancy was fine. Your baby had a steady heartbeat, you and Viktor were ecstatic to become a family.

Which is why both of your hearts shatter come delivery day, your infant pops out not breathing. "Vik, what's wrong?!" You demand as hospital staff rush your baby out of the room. Viktor is torn between following his child and staying to protect you but one reassuring yet concerned look in his golden eyes tell how nervous he is. "I'll be right back, Love." He lightly kisses your forehead before following where they were taking the newborn.

When he returned, eyes puffy tears staining his pale face you knew. Viktor didn't need to utter a sound for you to understand your child was gone. A rare moment occurred where both of you were vulnerable, holding each other. What about all the plans they had as a family? What about the nursery you decorated with peculiar toys and trinkets Viktor spent days slaving away to craft?

Years slip by. Apparently you ended up infertile from the stillbirth - something you personally found bizarre. You and Viktor drifted somewhat in your relationship, you end up not wanting to dwell on such hardships and Viktor drowning himself with his work. "HexTech can save lives, Y/N," he mumbles at the lab while you're coaxing him to come home for the night. "Vik, you've been up here for weeks. Why not sleep at home tonight, hmm?"

"But the Hexcore - it responds to biomatter. It revives and replenishes dead tissues -" "Viktor!" You scold, bunching your fists. "You push the world, everyone away including me so you can slave away on Hextech. I know how much you want to save lives, but what's done is done. Our baby died years ago, Vik, you don't think I know that? All the nights I lay awake wishing for a child to hold? How I go into the unused nursery, sobbing at the crib that will never have a baby to hold?" You take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "As much as you may wish for things to be different, I get it. But no amount of experiments will be able to fix this. Let's just try and fix us, alright? C'mon, let's head home."

Viktor stands up, holding you in a much needed hug before holding your hand escorting you home.

Jinx was always extra careful around you while you were pregnant. She hardly is ever careful, so she must care for you and your baby a lot.

You don't know how to tell her you miscarried. Jinx put in so much effort to look after you, if you tell her you lost the baby her heart will surely break. "Do you want me to tell her for you, Y/N?" Silco offers smoking a cigar. "Nah, I can handle it."

"Toots!" Jinx's blue hair dances when she sees you climb up into her hideout. "Jinx, there's something we need to talk about," Jinx lifts up her goggles nodding. "Sure thing but check this out!" Pulling out a contraption from under her desk, it's metal with prongs holding dangling handmade stuffed toys. Decorated in bright blues and pinks, Jinx presses a button as her machine spins playing music. "It's a mobile!!"

"That is very sweet of you, Jinx, however something came up-" "Oh! Almost forgot!" She chuckles, lips curling in a smile. "These bad boys can watch your baby like a hawk. Anyone tries to steal it and - bam!" Her hands hold up a miniature bomb. "Yes thank you for your help, but -" "If ya ever need help burpin' em, this baby bouncer outta-" "Jinx, there is no baby!"

Her grey eyes widen, head tilting. "Y-You're joking right?" She chuckles, lightening the mood. You sit beside her at Jinx's bench, holding her scrawny, delicate hands in yours. "No, unfortunately its not a joke. I lost the baby yesterday, which is why I wasn't able to see you." Her eyes turn cold. "B-But we were careful! We were careful to make sure you had what you needed-" Jinx jerks her head, shaking it in disagreement. You knew she was prone to hallucinations, exactly why you avoided this chat with her.

"Look, no matter what the voices are saying it wasn't your fault. We did our best and in the end it didn't work." "No! You're going to leave, ain't ya sweetheart?!" Jinx jolts from her seat, pacing. "Yeah. You'll leave all because I couldn't save anyone. You're no different then Vi!" You rush to her as both of you break down crying, holding her in an embrace. "How long has it been since anyone held you like this?" You ask.

"Y-You're not gonna ditch me, Y/N?" You cup her face, heartbroken by all that she's gone through but glad that you had each other. "Of course not! It wasn't your fault. Now, let's grab some drinks at the last drop, hmm?"

You were already pregnant when you started dating Sevika. She could've cared less, but of course your baby would be protected under her watchful eyes.

Which is why she was concerned when Singed told you it was twins. Sevika didn't think the Undercity would provide enough supplies to look after them. "I'll see what Silco can do," she said kissing your abdomen.

Sevika was out on a mission - "Babysitting Jinx. Am really over qualified for this shit." - When your water broke. Being alone upstairs of the Last Drop was harsh, as you made yourself comfortable on the couch as much as you could. When one of Silco's goons walked in they sent for Sevika right away.

Twin stillbirths seemed to hit both of you like a truck. Sevika blames herself for not being there when you needed her. That's how she learned to keep her professional and personal lives separated.

That night, as you lay in bed quieter than usual your partner sits on the edge of your bed, her mechanical hand holding yours. "Y'know, it's gonna hurt like fucking hell, Y/N. Don't expect it to be pretty. I've known a few people who were in your situation and they-" you turn so she can see your face, her features softening upon seeing you. "They are okay. They weren't okay at first, but they took one day at a time." She cuddles close to you, as you smell liqueur and shimmer on her it's all comforting. It's Sevika, Sevika who would be your knight in shining armor. Your right hand man. She'd never leave you for the world.

Jayce did need to worry. After all the doctors told you both this was a high-risk pregnancy.

"Y/N, you'll be fine," he reassuringly rests his hand on your abdomen. Despite his kind words you couldn't help to worry. This was Piltover's Golden Boy's heir to House Talis, the child of an empowering councilor.

Jayce worked a lot - meetings and presentations. He wished he could be with you more to enjoy this precious time, but his brother-in-arms Viktor made sure to help you and kept an eye on you if you needed anything.

Jayce was pulled backstage by Sky during a presentation in front of the whole damn city. When he snapped at her he saw her face which revealed what happened. "Shit!" He dashes out of the building, ignoring crowds of people who adored and admired him.

"Y/N!!" Jayce pulls the hospital curtain over to see you. Wiping your tears with your hand, you choke on your sobs. "The...b-baby flat lined and...." You squeeze his hand, screaming at the top of your lungs.

"I-I am so sorry, I should've spent more time with you-" "I forgive you," you say, pulling him into a comforting kiss. After all Jayce showed up didn't he? He reassured you when your fears got the better of you while massaging your ankles. "Get some rest, alright? We'll talk about it in the morning."

You're stillbirth somehow magically never created a rift between you two.

Granted no relationship is perfect, but Ekko would be damned if he let your baby's death cause friction between you two.

Ekko is adaptable enough to try and continue one day at a time, even for your sake. He'd keep you comfortable in the Firelights hideout, allowing you to take a break for as long as you need.

"Found this old gramophone. Think you can fix it up?" He asks, as you nodd. He'd always adored you for your tinkering, even if you couldn't fix everything he'd have you focus on what you could fix.

When you lost your baby, Ekko and the Firelights created the best send off for them. A decorated casket with flowers. As they buried them by their mural, they released a sworn of Firelights up in the sky.

It was honestly more than you could ask for. It wasn't ideal but knowing Ekko knew what to do next kinda saved your life.

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[ebullientheart]

violet. emily prentiss x reader

content — requested by @lucreziaq2001 . heavy warnings for child loss (stillbirth). please proceed with emotional caution. fem!bau!reader. grieving.

six months ago, you and emily lost your baby girl. the team are here for you on this day.

there is no earth-shattering comparison of pain that compares to losing a child. there isn’t an adjective or analogy that can describe the feeling to anyone who has not experienced that grief, and only a silent understanding between two that have. when you’d woken that morning, with emily already sitting next to you, she’d instantly had you in her arms, as though trying to shield you from this feeling. but such a shield could not exist in a world where you’d experienced such loss.

some point that night, your three year old son had climbed into bed with you, likely as a result of a nightmare. regardless of the reason, you were never more grateful for his presence. oscar was a quiet boy, but not still. never still.

“morning, baby.” you whispered, enveloping his tiny hand in your own. the beam he offered you sent shockwaves of love through the resolute cracks in your heart. the tight grip on your upper arm told you that emily was feeling the same way. she released her hold mindfully, and instead passed a hand gently over your stomach. sometimes you could feel a phantom pain there. not this morning though.

you moved slowly. everything was lulled into a half-pace, with emily’s gentle encouragement and oscar’s plea for pancakes serving to keep you moving. slowly, slowly, you mixed the batter, while emily warmed up the stove. occasionally, she’d squeeze your hand to remind you of her presence.

i wonder if violet would like pancakes. her brother certainly does.

usually, you had to push these type of thoughts to the back burner of your brain; you were likely to be incapacitated for the day if you let them dominate. but today, you permitted yourself the pondering. if there was a day to think about violet, it would be days like these.

a small budgie landed on your window sill, uncommon for houses in the city, and you had to think it was a sign. you saw them everywhere. you knew it was probably because you looked for them, but how could you not look for your baby in every aspect of the world?

“mumma?” oscar approached you while you were deep in thought, lightly startling you, though you welcomed his attention.

emily saw the tears on your waterline and intervened, scooping up her son and placing him on her hip as she said, “let’s give mumma a moment, yeah? we can go set the table.”

you smiled at her sadly, and she again held your hand as she passed you, before trailing away to let you have your thoughts. sometimes, they were a refuge, no matter how full of grief.

at that moment, your phone buzzed. it was hotch, which you were somewhat expecting. hotch and jj were the others of the team who had their own children, and therefore the most empathetic. and hotch had felt the fear of losing jack, the same day he did lose haley, so he was the one who could connect the most.

“when i thought, for a while, i was going to face my son’s funeral, i lost control,” he’d muttered to you in hospital, where you lay in a numb aftershock, “and that was only a thought. if there is anything, and i mean anything, we can do for you… you let me know.”

sometimes you cried, sometimes you shouted. sometimes emily did too. sometimes oscar asked why he never met the sister he’d been promised, and there was no answer for that. no why in the cruel, vexing world. but there was healing, gradually.

you slid breakfast to three settings on the table, bitterly wishing for four, with that same soft, sad smile from before, “here we are, my loves.”

while your son dived into the food enthusiastically, emily did not sit down at first. she rounded the distance between you to pull out your chair, something she’d done since your first date, and rest a hand on your shoulder. it wasn’t uncommon for the passing of a child to push couples apart, but it had glued you and emily together. the constant touches were just a reminder of the love still left in the world, one that extended far beyond to where your baby rested.

there was no combating the pain, but months of therapy helped you accept it as undeniable evidence of love. love for violet, love for oscar, love for emily, and love for yourself.

while your son was entertained with his junior lego set, you dried the dishes that emily washed, loading the bowls from earlier into the dishwasher. by the time you had finished, still moving sluggishly, the clock read half ten, and emily checked her phone.

“are you feeling up to some company, sweetheart? the team want to come and say hello this evening.”

you cast your eyes down to your hands, and finding them free of tremors, you agreed. it took some time to dress for the day, including a moment in the mirror where you had to shed some tears. emily reciprocated this reaction, and the two of you swayed in each other’s hold for a while. eventually, oscar became bored of his inflatable book and twisted his way in between the two of you to insist on ‘up!’. you laughed wetly, wiping your cheeks (too harshly based on your wife’s disapproving stare and careful repeat that followed), and bent at the waist to hoist your demanding toddler ‘up!’.

eventually, evening arrived, and you felt only minorly more prepared than before at the prospect of people in your home that day. nevertheless, you shook your body free of tension and headed outside at the sound of approaching vehicles. you tried not to think of that same sound, accompanied by sirens, coming to take you away six months prior.

emily descended the steps before your porch to meet the others at their cars, probably to issue an unnecessary but appreciated reminder for them to be sensitive. you stood in the doorway, determined to have the remainder of the day a comforting memorial, with oscar leaning his face on your shoulder. at the sight of the incredibly colourful and therefore toddler appealing penelope garcia, however, he quickly wanted ‘down!’, which you gave with a bright smile at his joy. one that surprised you, as you didn’t think you would be capable on such a day.

first to greet you was hotch, who had driven over garcia, jj and rossi, who greeted you in turn. morgan pulled into the drive at the same time, with reid in his passenger seat. there were all dressed in their varying styles, but they all sported a purple, or specifically violet, accessory. hotch’s tie, rossi’s shirt, jj’s bracelet, morgan’s shoelaces, reid’s vest and… garcia’s entire ensemble. hair included.

you willed the overwhelming emotion, as a result of their support, that scalded your throat back down into your chest, where it settled warmly. an acknowledgment of the family you found in these people.

there was confusion on your part when they did not try to enter your home, instead lining up on the roofless section of the porch with you. you turned to emily for an answer; she wrapped an arm around your waist and directed your attention to where garcia had brought your son to the cars. the two emerged holding many balloons, all violet, and begun handing them out to the line up of you.

“do you want to say anything?” emily mumbled to you, while the others pointedly chattered to alleviate any pressure you may have felt.

you choked and shook your head.

emily cleared her throat, leaning on you as she said, “we love you, violet.”

and the balloons went up. nine of them, twirling skyward with no weight to hold them down. they flew up and east, with the wind, and you stood until the last one edged from your view.

the sun set, and streaked her colour across it’s domain, bathing you all in that light and love you didn’t expect to feel on that day. that gentle hand on your heart, reminding you that you were not alone, and she was not alone.

#🤍ebullientheart #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x reader #tw infant death #tw child loss #tw stillbirth #emily prentiss hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #angst #tw grieving #tw grief #infant death #child loss #stillbirth #grief #bau!reader #emily prentiss x bau!reader

[theanonymousclown]

Tell a friend to tell a friend- She’s BAAACK!!

This is an Owl House/Steven Universe AU, specifically an ‘SU in TOH’ variant!

Casual Kiddos + Season 1 Adults

So in Season 1, a human named Steven wanders into the dimension of Homeworld. He is quickly accepted into the fold of The Crystal House, a home for three outlaws Witches who came together- Garnet, the daughter of a Wild Witch (Ruby) and an upstanding Demon (Sapphire), Pearl, a former Guard for the Covens before defecting, and Amethyst, a cursed Witch.

Steven and Amethyst start in the Detention Track…

But quickly chose to Multi-Track. Amethyst studies Beastkeeping, Construction, Illusions and Abominations. Meanwhile, Steven starts out studying Healing and Plants, but expands to Beastkeeping, Oracle, and Illusions to learn the type of magic that the other Gems learned (Amethyst, Garnet and Pearl in that order)

Season 2 happens then (featuring the new uniforms) and the Crystal Gems have to deal with the three Main Heads- Blue, the Healing Head, Yellow, the Abominations Head, and White, the Empress’s Head. What they learn as the season continues is that, actually, they (and Pink, who was the Plant Coven Head before she ‘died’) are witch hunters. Pink was a born a Witch in the Human Realm, and so her sisters gave up their witch hunting ways to find someplace Pink could be safe… or so they thought. Really, White never gave up being a Hunter, and was just looking for a way to get rid of every witch at once.

What Steven learns at the end of Season 2 is that, first off, he’s a Grimwalker. White made him as a copy of Pink and wanted to use him to test various murder methods on witches, but Pink found out and fled, faking her death. She cut her and Steven’s ears to keep them safe in the Human Realm, but she botched the job a bit. Pink took on the name Rose, fell in love with and married a human named Greg Universe, and died in childbirth with her daughter Nora (who also passed).

Steven does… not take this well.

And spends like half of Season 3 downright miserable.

But yeah that’s the main summary of the AU! Some additional Notes:

Yellow is the Abominations Head because she created the Cluster.

Peridot takes over as Plant Head after Pink (because Peri’s a farmer). The Other Coven Heads are Nephrite for Beastkeeping (because she was a beast), Lapis for Oracle (because she was trapped in a mirror and I can warp that into a crystal ball), Jasper for Construction (all quartz are Construction, it’s why Amethyst has it), Fable for Illusions (Because obviously), Aquamarine for Potions (idk, she has a wand?? So I guess Potions is the witchiest Coven??) and Pyrope for Bard (I have no clue why)

Bismuth is Raine, because obviously.

Pearl has an Illusions sigil, so that obviously causes problems.

#anon’s art #steven universe #the owl house #the crystal house #toh au #su au #su au art #steven quartz universe #pearl su #pearl steven universe #garnet su #garnet steven universe #amethyst su #amethyst steven universe #garnet #Pearl #amethyst #tw death mention #tw stillbirth mention #tw stillbirth #tw childbirth mention #just covering my bases #steven universe au #steven universe fanart #the owl house au #long post

[jokerislandgirl32]

Ziolet Kiddo Refs!!! Varina Edition!

I decided it’s finally time to post the refs for Zach Varmitech and my OC Violet’s children! In total, Zach and Violet have 5 children! Varina, Vera, Victor, Vallen, and Victoria! Ahhh, I know that’s a lot, but I’m living vicariously through them, and I feel like Zach’s the type of guy that, once he has a child, would want more and more, lol. And Violet’s happy to oblige: She absolutely loves being a mommy!

So without further ado, here is their oldest child/daughter Varina!

Varina Virginia Varmitech

This is long, so I’m placing the rest below the cut, please note there is mention of pregnancy, stillbirth, premature birth, open heart surgery, and loss of child in this reference.

The Basics:

Birthday: May 31st, 2015 (born six weeks early, was due around July 17th).

A Rainbow After A Storm: Varina is Violet and Zach’s honeymoon baby and rainbow baby. They had a stillborn daughter, Alexandria, in July of 2014, so they were not expecting to have another child so soon after this loss. But they decided to start trying for another baby after their wedding ceremony in October of 2014 and…Violet and Zach found out they were having Varina the day of the Annual Villains Meeting (AKA, the Under Frozen Pond Episode)! Thanks to some deductive reasoning from Gourmand and Donita, lol.

Name Meaning: Varina - Strange, yet to be discovered; Virginia - Pure. Named for the fact that she was a pure, unexpected gift. After losing their first daughter, Alexandria, Zach and Violet never thought they’d become parents, but parenthood found them through the unexpected arrival of Varina! She was also given her middle name of Virginia after Violet (Violet Virginia) and Violet’s mother (Virginia).

Nicknames: Vari (Used by Zach, Martin, and her siblings); Sweet Peach (Used by Gourmand)…More to be added?

Physical Features:

Hair Color/Type: Dark Brown, she gets caramel colored highlights in it as she gets older; her hair is long, nearly waist length, it is naturally wavy/has lose curls. She prefers to style it in braided buns, braids, regular buns, or ponytails.

Eye color/ Shape: Blue-Violet, almond shaped - She emphasizes the color with purple eye makeup like her mother Violet.

Signature Colors: Purple and Gray

Style: Girly, preppy, feminine.

Height: 5’2” - She’s petite like her mom, but she is two inches taller than Violet.

She has Violet’s face structure: a muted triangle, she has Violet’s lips. She has Zach’s nose, she has pierced ears, she has a mixture of Violet’s and Zach’s builds, and she has a scar in the center of her chest from the open heart surgery she had shortly after her birth. She has a fair skin tone that is somewhere in between her father’s and mother’s. As a child she had freckles.

Personality/ Relationships:

Personality: Sassy, snarky, sweet, intelligent, bright, observant, devoted, determined, detail oriented. Varina has Zach’s temper and Violet’s spunky attitude and heart. She’s never afraid to stand up for what she believes, and she won’t take no for an answer when she believes deeply in something.

Relationships With Family: She’s a total daddy’s girl, she’s also a mommy’s girl; she is an excellent and loving big sister to all of her siblings. She takes on more of a friendship role with Vera and more of a protective and caring role with her brothers and Victoria. She acts as a second mother to all of her siblings quite often, leading them to get aggravated with him and tease her about being a second mom to them.

Love Interest/Future Family: JJ Z @rosey100’s OC who is the son of Jimmy Z and Koki. I feel like she and JJ marry and become parents at some point, but I’m unsure of what children they have together, any suggestions @rosey100? I initially headcanoned that she became a young/teen mother, but I’m not so sure anymore. If it did happen, I feel like it would make Zach have a heart attack, but he’s wrapped around her finger so he deals with it and love the baby 💜.

Talents/Career:

Special Talents/ Future Career: Varina is very intelligent like her parents, but her skill set is more in tune with Violet’s. Varina is a talented singer, dancer (ballet is her specialty), and pianist like Violet. She thrives academically in every subject, but prefers history, literature, business, and the sciences, particularly, environmental, biology, and zoology based courses. She graduates Valedictorian of her high school class and maintains a 4.0 GPA throughout college. Varina ends up becoming the joint CEO of Varmitech Industries, along with her brother Victor, following Zach’s passing.

A Few of Her Favorite Things:

Christmas is her favorite holiday, she loves everything about the Christmas season, she also enjoys Halloween.

She typically consumes a vegetarian diet, loving fruits, vegetables, bread, and sweets, but she will eat fish, seafood, and white meat occasionally.

Music: Taylor Swift, Michael Jackson, Elton John, AURORA, Lindsey Stirling, Oh Wonder, The Greatest Showman Soundtrack, Halsey, and Melanie Martinez (she’s got her mother’s music taste) are among her favorites.

Animals/Nature: She love all animals, but her favorites are elephants, bears, foxes, butterflies, cats, giraffes. She also loves all types of flowers and being out in nature during any season, but spring and summer are her favorite seasons. She becomes a Wild Kratts kid early on.

She loved Winnie the Pooh as a child, and other classic Disney animated movies and shows, like Kim Possible, all the princess movies, and any of the movies about animals (Aristrocats, The Rescuers, etc.)

Alternate Version

The version of Varina listed in this post is exclusive to my Wild Violet AU. @trin-draws-art has a younger (teen) version of Varina included in her Kids on the New Block Au (KOTNB) . In this AU, Varina has much of the same attitude, but her look is a bit different, and she has a different love interest, @trin-draws-art OC Marissa Kratt. More info on this version of Varina can be found at this post!

And I think that’s enough for now, lol, feel free to ask any additional questions about her that you would like! I hope to have Vera’s reference ready by tomorrow!

#wild kratts #wild kratts oc #varina varmitech #zach varmitech #wild kratts zach #love zach varmitech #wild violet au #ziolet #violet varmitech #wild kratts ships #jirina #wk ship kids #first born #character reference #fankid #self ship fankid #pregnancy #tw stillbirth #loss of child #surgery mention #tw pregnancy

[fundiepredictions]

Photo's of the funeral for Isla Dillard. Trying to spot the Duggars. Feels weird to do with these photo's

Spotted: Michelle, Jason, Joseph, Kendra and their kids, Kendra's parents, Jimbob, Jessa&George, Jennifer, Derick's mom, Derick's brother, Josiah, Lauren, Ezra, Bella/Daisy, Abby, John, Gracie, Charlie, Jackson

First photo: Michelle, Samuel, Jill, Derick, Israel, Jessa&George, Jennifer, ?, ?, ?,?, Jason, Christina Caldwell, Paul Caldwell, Kendra, ?, Joseph, a little brother of Kendra, Lauren Caldwell?

Second photo: Justus, Kendra&her girls, Jennifer, Freddy

Third photo: after Dan Dillard-> Josiah, Lauren, Ezra, Bella/Daisy, Abby, Gracie, John, Charlie, Jackson, JimBob, Samuel, Jill, Israel, Derick, Jessa&George, ?, Jennifer with ? kid, ?,?,? Totally on the right, the Caldwells

#tw stillbirth #glad to see they all support her during this

[cinnamon-ginger]

Ok so I read this yesterday and it took some time to process this but like can we talk about this panel because what the fuck?! This is literally no joke the most insane thing I’ve ever read in a comic book:

#tw stillbirth #cgtalks #marvel #new warriors

[vitanithepure]

*bursts into your ask box like the Koolaid Man, seeking the Imogene deep lore* :D

Who were Imogene's family and what sort of relationship did she have with them? Was there anyone (parent or sibling) that she had a particularly close or difficult relationship with? Is there anyone of them that she still keeps in touch with?

Best/worst childhood memories?

Also -- what motivated her to pursue a governorship?

Took me a while, but behold! (hiding under read more for some tw)

*cracks knuckles*

Imogene has two older brothers from her father's first marriage (that sadly ended when his first wife died of illness shortly after giving birth to their stillborn daughter), and loves them dearly. 

The eldest de Vahl heir, Rhyce, is serving as a commissar in the Imperium army back in the Calixis sector, and always had a soft spot for Imogene. He is the reason she was determined to learn how to tinker and build her own lasgun - she absolutely wanted to be like him when she grew up :) But as it later turned out, her stubbornness and bullheaded drive for more were better suited for other careers.

Gavin, the younger of the two brothers, joined the Priesthood of Mars as the family tradition required. This caused a fair bit of detachment from his biological family, as he was required to fully commit to his role and, in time, become a Tech-Priest Artisan. That meant at least he served on their home planet and could be pestered by his teenage sister about things he should not share with laymen. I think Imogene trained her future gift of persuasion on Gavin :D  

Observing the wonders of the Adeptus Mechanicus creations on the forge world she lived on has to be something she remembers most fondly from her childhood. To this day, she experiences this childlike wonder when faced with technology beyond her comprehension.

Imogene's parents…were there. It is a very good and caring relationship they share, as they married for…well, let's call it affection and aligned goals in life. She doesn't have a poor relationship with either of them, but neither is she overly close. They gave her the best they could afford, and it was a lot, set her on a path of a career in the Adeptus Administratum, but she was too ambitious to settle for being a clerk. It was that ambition that always drove her forward. So kind of against the wishes of her parents but with their begrudging blessing she left her homeworld as a protégé of an influential political figure and after two decades she got hold of a planetary governor title of a snazzy little planet somewhere in the Calixis sector :)

Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to come up with more imaginary people! :D

#I maaay be a bit obsessed #but it's good for me I promise #OC:Imogene #rogue trader #tw child death #tw stillbirth #let me know if this needs more tags

[gamergenia]

How were everyone's reactions to the arrival/announcement of Thrip? Nailmasters, Ghost, Tiso, others(if there are others in your AU).

A lot of excitement.

Oro was nervously excited. To mask his anxieties about the pregnancy, he began to perform a excess of service acts for Ivory. He cried when thrip hatched healthy. He was very worried about the prospect of a miscarriage, a stillborn, or just a generally unhealthy baby, considering Ivory’s weird hybrid biology and void presence.

Mato& Sheo were happy for the two. I haven’t put too much thought into the relationship between Oro ivory and mato, but I know Oro and Mato have somewhat made up. I’ll have to come back on these guys later.

Tiso was among the first to know of the initial announcement. So many inappropriate and appropriate jokes. Visited thrip the very moment as Ivory and Oro would let him.

Ghost was pumped. Their visits tended to align with Tiso’s, and they are just a ball of energy. Had trouble leaving Ivory and the baby alone after hatching.

Hornet? I don’t know. I don’t think about her too much. Maybe I should. I’ll probably come back to it later.

Sly was elated to have a grandbaby. Met up with the couple immediately, as well as the baby when Ivory allowed visiting post hatching.

Not very sure about everyone else, like elderbug, iselda, cornifer, etc

#tw miscarriage #tw stillbirth #hollow knight #hk au #tw pregnancy

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

To end the night with something more wholesome:

You know those things that show animals who have had still births adopting another baby animal from another species as one of their own, like a cat adopting a duckling and treating it like a cat? That’s how the big fluffy cat I mentioned earlier treats Void. She’s a newer stray that unfortunately lost her litter, and she basically attached to Void as her new kitten. She treats him as her own baby. Grooming him and trying to carry him, sitting on him to keep him warm.

#sams au #trapped forever au #a rare bit of wholesome #canon offshoot #tw stillbirth

[olivescales3]

Happy WBW! 💚 In honor of Aro Week: how does your world view anti-amanormative ideas or practices? In other words, how does the world at large view people or ideas that don't prioritize romance or romantic relationships?

Thank you mutual for the ask!

I've always wanted to write about how my characters see relationships.

Chima animals are... you know, animals! They see the world in a totally different way than us, and each tribe has its own unique manner of understanding what's around them, as they're each different species.

In a nutshell, Chima animals do not have romantic relationships. The concept of romance and sex is absolutely alien for them, since they're not human (nor dolphin....).

However, romance being inexistent in Chima does not mean that the animals there don't have relationships. There are those who have a mate, those who don't, and those who simply wish to not have one (non-partnering). You can find both homosexual and heterosexual couples in Chima— the former started to become more common since the tribes don't have to worry much about underpopulation.

How do these couples express affection? Simple, just like how they do in real life. Depending on the species, they will cuddle, groom, play, etc.

The closest thing to "romantic attraction" is when an animal analyzes their possible partner in a mating ritual. Words such as "handsome" are meant to describe an animal's good genes.

Well, kind of. I somewhat lied. 'Romantic relationships' can exist in Chima, but it's totally different from ours— rare cases of two different species mingling can happen.

This part can be triggering to some, so it'll be placed under the cut. Also, be warned, and always keep in mind that the characters are literally animals, and are not meant to represent humans by/as themselves. Each different tribe is its own species of animal— interpreting them as different human ethnicities is extremely offensive, since it's an interpretation that aligns with pseudoscientific racism.

No one knows the reason of these incidents, but it's known that those of two species who mingle can and will cause harm to themselves and those around them, especially if they're closely related enough to form an offspring, since the birth of a hybrid might put the mother in danger of dying during birth. If it doesn't come out of the female as a stillborn, its body won't function properly— hybrids are a guaranteed case of bringing a suffering animal to life. Reegull, a hybrid between an eagle and a raven, was born without a functioning wing.

#tw death mention #tw birth #tw stillbirth #the forgotten legends of chima #tfloc #writerblr #lego chima #lego legends of chima #legends of chima #writers #writers of tumblr #writing #writeblr #asks #aromantic #aromantism #aro

[emynarnen]

She was my only daughter, and they killed her. They stole my crown and murdered my daughter, and they shall answer for it.

— Rhaenyra Targaryen, Fire & Blood

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #hotdedit #house of the dragon #tw #tw blood #tw stillbirth #mine #decided to do it in b&w for less impact #also tagged for trigger warnings #sorry if its too disburbing #hotd 110 #hotd #hotd s1