#my infant death

[mrkismet]

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Forgive me.

[cynopoe]

In the ruins of her home, Pasiphae gave birth to the Minotaur

[pierppasolini]

Muerte en la Playa (1991) // dir. Enrique Gómez Vadillo

[sojourner-between-worlds]

If you need me I'll be chewing on the fact that, yes, the other eight uses are in Exodus and are about the Tabernacle tapestries and in the New Testament our bodies are called the temple of the Lord

[lezstat]

distracting myself from the ep7 pain soo…girrrl dads!

[sixpossumsinaclownsuit]

Coming from someone who first heard Just A Man from the trending audio in the art/oc/animatic community, the lyrics are sheer fuckin' poetry and magnificent... but there is ZERO preparation for the fact that the song is about INFANTICIDE—

[liauditore]

dug up some old art of a webcomic concept I was really attached to circa 2022. veryyy tempted to have a try and reviving it now that I'm a little more accustomed to managing scope

extra stuff unrelated to the above but from the same project. just to further cement the vibe of the whole thing (heed the tags!)

(spot the life series cameos^^)

Alot of this stuff was for what I planned to be my graduation film at the time, but due to several factors one of which being covid it was a really stressful time and I ended up pretty much not finishing it. That semester left me with a lot of bad associations with these characters and their story, which was probably the main contributing reason I ended up not being able to look them in the eye for ages. Which is very ironic considering this was supposed to be my relatively less ambitious "starter" webcomic.

Now that it's been awhile though the nostalgia's starting to sink in and I find myself thinking about hehe my OCs <3 <3 again. But at the same time oh, the horrors..... the horrors I experienced............

Kicks rocks. whatever man. Maybe one day

[dreamfilleddonuts]

You call an autistic coded character a child because you see autism as inherently childlike. I call that autistic coded character MY child because in loving them, I am learning to love a core part of myself and see myself as capable as I see that character. We are not the same.

[emyn-arnens]

And Dark Things Silent Crept Beneath

Prompt: Mirkwood + the shadows grew long in the forest + hunting for @tolkienhorrorweek (tagging @tolkienocweek as well)

Summary: “The wood was full of the rumour of him, dreadful tales even among beasts and birds. The Woodmen said that there was some new terror abroad, a ghost that drank blood. It climbed trees to find nests; it crept into holes to find the young; it slipped through windows to find cradles.” — The Fellowship of the Ring, "The Shadow of the Past"

Something preys upon the Woodmen of Mirkwood.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: Infant death, suicide

Do not venture into the forest alone.

Keep to the Old Forest Road and do not stray from the path, no matter what catches your eye.

Do not look into the eyes of any creature that watches you from the gloom.

And never, ever wander past the eaves of the forest after nightfall. You will not return.

These were the rules of the Woodmen, and so were the children of the forest taught from the time they bounced upon their parents’ knees. The rules kept the Woodmen safe, for as long as they minded the forest, the forest minded them. It was an uneasy partnership, but it had held for many generations (barring the troublesome youths who sought to prove that they had no need for the safety of the rules, and who had soon learned otherwise). The Woodmen kept their end of the bargain; the forest kept its.

It had held until the first of the young livestock had been killed, dragged away in a trail of blood in the dead of night. It had held until the killings continued, and the malevolence of the forest—or of some creature within it—could not be denied.

Read the rest on AO3.

[calikitters]

this song makes me so unwell because it is sooooo quintessentially pjo like every character has a line here it's insane I'm sobbing so hard

[caer-gai]

"Do it for them."

(The flowers are supposed to be anemones (forsakeness) and begonia (warning))

For @queer-ragnelle 's May Day Parade, prompt 1 the morbid month of May/Mordred =)

[honorthysalad]

my bet is the thing clinging onto maki is gonna be some dead sibling that died in the womb or really early that his parents didn’t tell him about and the rash is from it crawling by his feet and grabbing at him

[booty-uprooter]

he's mad because she stopped him from chasing a mob into the sea of clouds

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. I had planned to post on Facebook today but, in the end, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I did write something though, and I don't want it to go to waste sitting in my google docs, so I guess ya'll on tumblr dot com get it instead.

To anyone reading this who has lost a baby: I see you. You're not as alone as you feel.

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July 24th was one of the best days of my life.

August 27th was one of the worst.

God had finally blessed us with a baby -- and then He took them home just the same.

Early miscarriage is a funny thing. Not many people know yet so, unless you tell them, they’ll never know anything has changed. It’s just you, your empty arms, and your grief. Nothing to see here; just move along.

And it’s not fair. There’s a crib in the basement we never put together, waiting to be used, and clothes from my sisters that my mother stored for years, waiting to be worn, and there they wait still.

We don't talk about it because it hurts and, at the very least, then they can't pity us.

And it’s not right. Every life -- no matter how short -- was a life hand-crafted by God, their brief days ordained by the same One who holds the entire universe in place. And we hide that precious soul away like it’s a dark secret we shouldn’t talk about.

The reality is this: I am a mama, and [husband] is a dad, and we have a baby we love dearly that we won’t get to meet this side of Heaven.

The days we had with our baby were few, but that time wasn't for nothing. That life wasn’t for nothing. Our love for them wasn’t for nothing.

They still matter -- to us, and to God.

So to the baby who never made it into our arms: we loved you then, and we love you still.

And we always will.

[themerrymutants]

Odysseus: What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along?

Elsewhere in the underworld

Persephone: Hey babe? Is he Ok?

Hades: *uncertain shrug*

Odysseus: And if I gotta drop another infant off a wall in an instant so we all don't die? Then I'll become the monster!

Hades and Persephone: 0.o Nope, not ok.