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[bethanydelleman]

How would the Austen Heroes act during their wives pregnancies?

You also asked about the heroines, I deleted that question by mistake because I thought it was a glitch. I will answer both now.

I did a bunch of research on pregnancy in the Regency era a while ago for my Pride & Prejudice sequel and I'm going to give a general answer: pregnancy was treated fairly causally as far as I have read.

This is from a well researched article:

During the Regency, there was no prohibition against pregnant women appearing in public, and many of them led active social lives throughout their pregnancies. While in her ninth month of her third pregnancy in 1805, Frances, Lady Churchill continued to attend parties and went to the opera on June 11. She gave birth on June 28. There was no prohibition on travel, either. During the last trimester of her first pregnancy in 1810, Harriet, Lady Granville, and her husband visited the country seats of his family members in Staffordshire, Gloucestershire and Cheshire.

There were some women who refrained from activity due to reasons of health, for example, when suffering from nausea during the first trimester. They might even make their condition an excuse to avoid unpleasant engagements, but a lady who was too indolent might be criticized. “Lady Jersey is to be confined in March,” wrote Lady Harrowby in 1807, and “to secure this, she does not move off her Couch, nor will she risk the exertion of holding a glass up to her mouth, so that all this is done for her.” Perhaps one might excuse Lady Jersey for her worries, however; her first pregnancy had not been successful.

Also, this is a very interesting quote about expecting an heir:

“You should not be anticipating boys,” wrote a gentleman to his expectant sister in 1815, “because you subject yourself to disappointment and the poor little girl does not meet with a fair reception. Not withstanding this wise advice, I hope to hear of an heir.”

All of that said, I can't tell you how the heroes and heroines would react because I think a lot of it would be down to how their pregnancy went and how they felt. I was miserably sick and constantly tired during my first pregnancy, much better during the second, and I'm sure I acted very differently but it had nothing to do with my personality (except that I didn't complain that much because I don't like to, Mary Musgrove would have milked it...). Some people love being pregnant, others hate it, others are neutral. And the births themselves range from easy to nightmarish (oh the stories you hear after you have a baby!) None of the heroines are really prone to complaining for pity either.

Otherwise, did they miscarry or have a stillbirth first? (1/5 pregnancies end in a spontaneous miscarriage in the first trimester even today, but both miscarriage and stillbirth were more common in the past) Did their first child die? Did their mother or a close relation die in childbirth? These things we don't know and they would likely change the person's reaction to pregnancy. Everyone would be nervous during the birth and the first 3 months, those who had lost someone would likely be more nervous. A parent would feel that their baby is safer after the first year was over.

Women did know childbirth was dangerous, many wrote wills right before they gave birth, but it was also just a part of life. It was part of the mix of joy and sorrow that everyone experienced.

[arkvoodlee]

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𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄 , the world but a blur as his eyes remained unadjusted to it . the soft flickering lights he 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 ( with @torntruth ) kept him teetering precariously in & out of consciousness while droplets fight through cracks and crevices in the ceiling , raining down upon ageing wooden boards ; ever so often a stray drop attacks his head & cascades down his back . 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐞 , that was all he could manage through the pain . muscles seized , refusing to yield or offer any seeming respite . grace 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 to follow his jagged movements , lackadaisical in every approach . that was until reality hit like a sucker-punch . ❝ where am i ? ❞ the alien asks blindly , unclear whether he would even get an answer or just speaking hypothetically . he tugs at constraints to no avail , 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 , constricting the creature to where he sat .

[teddymochi]

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Uh Hi Mystic? :D

(Rp time)

Sorry I dragged you into this family dinner..I thought you might like it.

[rcxylancelct-mcrtcn]

@raeshub | closed starter.

"I take it a certain someone's been shitting on your workday?" Roxy had thought to pass by after hearing Eggsy cackle through the halls; she knew he cared for Daisy very much, essentially his favourite sibling in the world. But to the best of her knowledge, she also knew that he was the sort to be cheeky, or silly, or impish, if he wanted to be, whoever you are.

She took the liberty to step into her workstation, looking back at the hall a moment; somewhere, Merlin would have likely policed him in some way or another. "You know how Galahad can be, but I'm on your side; a hotdog is not a sandwich." She gave a small chuckle. "You alright?"

[aeceso]

High above her in the skies, birds were circling. If she was not in the middle of preparing her herb garden for the colder temperatures that were sure to soon come, she would have taken a moment to observe them. She liked birds, always had. Even when she had been a young girl. They were so free, unshackled. Her left ear twitched, identifying the bird calls despite her attempt to stay on task. Sparrows, presumably. Her right ear, at the same time, caught the soft sound of a breaking twig and she turned her head. Laxus. Now, that was . . . interesting. Unexpected.

She nodded at him, quietly watching his approach.

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[jabbers-wild-world]

@chopperpirate liked for a starter from Alastor!

“You seem to be new here! Welcome, to the Hazbin Hotel! Anything I can do for you?” Alastor leaned ever so slightly on his microphone as he eyed the newcomer before him, his head gently canted to the side.

[scyathan]

Intel about the Eleventh Harbinger's health condition came quickly within the conversation Neuvillette had with the Fourth. In truth, they have conversed about an extended list of different matters such as the measures the Fatui took under her command to assist the Poisson and other adjacent locations that needed assistance in the dire moments Fontaine was facing because of the prophecy. The Gnosis was, of course, a foreseeable subject that would've caused reticence in the past if he didn't count with new information he never heard about from a lady dweller of the Abyss.

Tartaglia was such topic of conversation too, the lengths the man has gone to assist a country that was unjust to him and the reason behind convicting him as guilty (merely a ploy behind lady Focalors' plan, now he knows) are unattended matters he had yet to discuss with the young man in question. And, of course, a formal apology was in order.

That's why, at his request to extend his presence a little longer in Fontaine before he departs to his homeland to continue his recovery, Neuvillette asked the Fourth to arrange a meeting between them. Were bad luck be on his side and the man is not conscious, he would have no other choice but to write a letter instead to act as a personal apology. The Iudex sits on a chair by the side of the bed, one leg crossing over the other in his customary elegant sitting and watches the man for a few moments before his eyes close to heave a muted sigh. "I hope you forgive the inconvenience of my presence in a moment of vulnerability, Tartaglia." Though his intention is to converse with him, his voice is barely above a whisper, finding that he wouldn't desire to perturb his rest.

@avaere

[thefastestaround]

Fake date Pietro? || Hit it

it wasn’t necessarily uncommon for kanari to get hit on while she was working at the bar. this guy, however, clearly isn’t picking up on her polite ‘no’s. it’s a last resort, whispering to pietro when she can slip away from the customer. ❛  can you please pretend to be my partner so this asshole will leave me alone?  ❜ @accenonyx

Kanari had invited him out to the bar she worked at, he assumed it was a thanks for the training and time spent with her. It wasn't like he could get drunk, so there wasn't a reason to really show up. Besides her. Who was his trainee. Who he was helping learn her powers and how to use them properly.

So he was there for her. To just hang out and be around her. He didn't think anything of it until she asked him for the favor. He wasn't sure what to do, he hadn't been in a real relationship since Crystal, and that was a dumpster fire. He looked over at the guy giving her problems, giving him a nice stare-down to show his 'dominance.' He turned back to Kanari, "I'm going to kiss you," he said softly and very, very quickly. He knew no one else but her would hear it. And then he went for it, his hand moving to cup her face as he leaned over the bar to press his lips softly to hers. That was how partners acted, right?

[avictimofthejazz]

Shopping Before Christmas

@slytherinocicat

Despite what some of his friends might say, Templeton Peck has always prided himself on being a practical man where it really counts. As such, he tries not to put off his Christmas shopping until the day before—the stores are too crowded, there is no easy exits if he needs to slip away unexpectedly, and all the “sales” are the standard prices any other time of the year. Generally, the stores jack all their prices right before Thanksgiving. Then, when they reduce down to the usual price, they can puff out their chests and claim the items in question are so much cheaper then before. Being an expert con artist himself, Face knows when someone is selling him a line. This year is not like other years though… mainly in that he has only now returned from a six-week job down in Mexico. While all of them agree that Christmas should just be spent collapsed on the nearest horizontal surface, Face cannot let go of the fact that he needs to buy his friends some kind of presents. Though they all claim otherwise, he cannot shake the feeling that they will remember, and somehow hold it against him, if he does not produce something this year.   So, he has opted to brave the mall… and currently finds himself trapped in a queue that is slinking past the Santa Claus booth. While he has no interest in getting caught up in that childish amusement, the booth’s line has snaked out into the main mall atrium, and gotten entangled with all the shoppers. Taking a deep breath, reminding himself to be patient, he shuffles forward as he studies the crowds around him for anything or anyone that might distract him from the feelings of claustrophobia rising up in his chest, and threatening to choke him.

[theastralexpresscrew]

Plotted starter for @rvinfall

The ringing in his ears, the pain in the back of his head, the sound of dripping water, cold stone beneath him. Slowly Dan Feng started to come back to his senses, eyes fluttering open only to be met with darkness surrounding him. The claustrophobic atmosphere made his skin crawl, reminding him of his long forsaken cage. Turquoise hues strained to see around him as he propped himself on his elbows. As he did so, his head swam as a wave of dizziness crashed over him.

Touching the back of his head, he winced in pain, the wound tender and wet. For a moment he thought it could be from the cave water, but it was much too viscous and warm. He must have knocked his hand on something on the way down.

Once his head was no longer swimming, he summoned his pearl to his hand, the orb illuminating the darkness around him. The walls were a dark, slick stone, worn down by years of dripping water. Small puddles of water scattered about the floor reflected the light eerily back at him. It was only then he noticed the other laying on the floor, unmoving.

"H-hey, are you... alright?" he called, his voice echoing impressively off the small cave walls. When there was no response at first, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Did one of the others fall with him? Were they... No, they couldn't be. Using the wall for support, he stumbled over to the figure lying on the ground before falling on his knees beside them. With a hand placed on the other's shoulder, he jostled them lightly to see if they would wake, but upon seeing the other's face he quickly recoiled, falling back on his ass.

"Blade!" he gasped, surprised by the revelation of the man's identity before him. That's right. They were fighting when the ground beneath them collapsed. While he was relieved that it was not one of his comrades that had fallen, he almost wished it was. A fear and panic rose in him. Dan Heng was trapped in a small cave with the man who sought to kill him.

Another wave of dizziness gripped him, his hand coming up to cradle his head as he waited for it to pass. Surely, there was no worse luck for him than this. Scooting himself back, he pressed himself against the furthest wall from the man to keep distance between them. He feared what was going to happen once Blade awoke, but all he could do now was wait.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @wonderloste

She neither hears him coming nor feels him watching her. These words about non-remembering have been spoken more to herself than for anyone to hear. Let alone comment. And why is he giving her all these advices? As if he knows her? Or as if she was supposed to know what the fae village is. ("By the way faes don't exists, right?") What a funny dream! But it’s not an unpleasant one! Nunnally wants the dream to last. It’s so different from the nightmares that were hunting her recently.

She’s concerned about his words, though. Does she suffer from amnesia? No! She does remember who she is. Who her father is. What her plans for tomorrow are. Just this funny (or perhaps rather disturbing thought) that she is missing an important piece; an important puzzle…to understand. She smiles to the k i n d stranger: --

“I am all right, thank you. You don’t have to worry about me.” – though there she has that feeling once more. That something is odd. That she should actually be worried about herself. Though is the man she doesn’t know (or recognize) the right person to ask this kind of questions? And then he mentions magic.

Nunnally lets a small chuckle. She doesn’t believe in magic (but why something tells her she should?): --

“What a funny dream.” – she hums, ignoring the Jabberwocky presence for a brief moment, but then she’s back to her usual politeness – “So, what is your magic then?”

“Can you take a white rabbit out of a hat?” – why suddenly this question feels so wrong?

“White rabbit…” – her lips suddenly mentions; is that what she should remember?

“Black rabbit... Is that what I should beware of? – she asks…

“What a funny dream…” – she repeats...

("And it even makes me talking nonsense...")

[thecircusfreaks]

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Hunting was one of his favorite sports out there. So, as he was out in the woods, he would come to expect to meet other hunters, hikers and even people seeking trouble in places where they would least likely to be caught. However, a young woman who was hardly dressed for the enviornment was new to him.

"I don't mean to pry but what brings you out here?" A cup of hot cocoa was handed to her, coming straight from the small kettle over the campfire. He was clearly an experienced camper, the way his camp was setup. He knows what he is doing.

"Wandering the woods without proper gear or a means to defend yourself, that's a risky move. I can see you back to civilization if you like me to."

[borutouzumakiyouknow]

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It was kind of embarrassing to admit but – he was lost. A simple solo mission, nothing so extraordinary or difficult that he needed his team, yet Boruto found himself pretty turned around on the way back to the village, his sense of direction apparently failing him. He was surrounded by large trees, the sun still shining brightly above, which meant there was enough time to redirect himself and come home as if nothing went wrong at all.

Boruto sighed, his fingers laced behind his head as he walked, soon catching a faint sound of footsteps. When he went to investigate (going unnoticed, of course) he spotted a girl with vibrant shade of red hair, very similar to color he saw in the pictures back home of his grandma. Sensing no hostility from the stranger, Boruto abandoned his hiding spot. “Hey, I was wondering if maybe you could help me out.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[ladyohdeath]

stop! do not touch that. we do not know what it is. / epistrefei

HER HAND IS HALFWAY TO IT when the other yells at her and practically snatches her hand away. she pulls it back, her bottom lip sticking out in an actual pout. she is, however, listening, and doesn't reach back out to it. it seems to be just a shiny looking pendant, but at the same time, it very well could be magical or even cursed. she stares at it for a long moment, debating if she should just dive in and grab it against the other's wishes.

the cold air around them, she still isn't quite sure what they're looking for. truthfully, she'd opted to tag along because a) she never says no to a challenge, and b) she likes the attention. anything else was sort of background noise to her, and she'd agreed to tag along. in the cool air of the northern forest, she feels right at home. this is more the other's territory, but the darkness of the nighttime and the scent of dead animals from a distance away are more than enough to make her comfortable.

"how are we going to know if we don't just pick it up?" she asks, gesturing wildly at it. the more she thinks about it, the more likely it is to be a trap -- it's quite literally an abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest, burnt to a crisp with nothing but a pendant in the middle -- but oh my gods, she wants to know already! "please can i touch it?" she asks, turning her body to the other. "please please please please please please please please please???"

[tripleflames]

𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 and a deep, bone-weary exhaustion hollowing out her chest. She must've passed out somewhere along the road, she thinks at first. Maybe the iron men took some pity and carried her rather than dragging her along by the chains. But then━

The skin around her wrists is chafed raw and bloody from the manacles, the skin around her throat equally tender. The chains are gone, though, and that's a first sign that maybe she's not where she thought she was. The second one is the fact that she's in a relatively comfortable bed, dressed in a simple shift that's clean and that her surroundings are wood and not stone. The third is that from the gentle rocking and creaking of the bed, she seems to be on a ship; but it is unlike any ship she knows.

The fourth is, she's not alone. Icy grey hues snap up the moment she hears a soft gasp from the corner, meeting a woman's she doesn't immediately recognize who says something in a language she does not recognize. Jill barely even gets the chance to react to the intruder ere the woman's out the door. She does, however, recognize the distinct click of a lock being turned.

A prisoner, then. Of sorts. She supposes being the Dominant of Shiva might give anyone pause ere putting her behind bars, but the room is a prison to keep her in all the same for now.

She should feel afraid, probably. Angry. Maybe even hopeful, because wherever she is, it's clearly no longer with the Iron Kingdom. Instead, she lets the familiar cold numbness deaden her heart and resign herself to whatever horror comes next. / @encelvdus