#tw forced abortions

[diejager]

HIII I SUPER LOVE UR WORKS!! can u do a stepdad!konig that got her stepdaughter!reader pregnant hksisjsjs

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, forced pregnancy, mention of abortion, breeding kink, age gap, age difference, tell me if I missed any.

You’d been… shockingly quiet these past days. Cooped up in your room with little to no interaction with both him and your mother, or with Horangi unless they imposed themselves on you, knocking until you broke in and forced you to listen to them. Mumbling incoherent and sobbing writes that left him confused at most hours despite having heard everything from your pleading cries and grumbling moans when he fucked you in your bed. Or the sudden cold shoulder you gave everyone : him, your stepfather; Horangi, his best friend; and your mother. 

Your rapid change had affected more than him, he supposed, having being forced to comfort your mother when you wouldn’t leave your room unless absolutely necessary. He had to whisper reassurances, mumble out promises that you were fine and kiss her worried tears away like a loving husband would, caring and tender and perfect, but he was getting sick of this act he had to play. She was a means to an end, someone König used to reach his goal. Cruel, some would say, but so was life, and he wasn’t averse to bend the world around him to fit the mould of his small paradise. 

He wasn’t mad —no, how could he when you were being so good? You stayed home, within an arm’s length from him and Horangi, and oh, so accessible to both their hunger and affection. So near that you were seconds away when he or Horangi needed some entertainment when sitting in the office and writing reports became too boring —repetitive and uninspiring. His access to you had grown exponentially, and so had his needs, seeing that you were always home.

He was - would be - proud, truly proud if not for the oddness of it all. The sudden isolation, the sudden silence, the sudden introverted behaviour. It was as if his once bright Schatzi turned into a lonely hermit. König had his worries, ones that he openly shared with Horangi when in your presence, catching the nausea you felt, the morning sickness and the quiet apprehension about their need to question you over and over. 

But it hadn’t clicked in their minds how weirdly coincidental it all was, they were seemingly oblivious to your plight —confused and worried, but all so, so confused about your behaviour. Most questions went unanswered, inquiries ignored and worried glances shrugged. It was a mystery when you wouldn’t tell him anything, keeping your lips sealed and silent while you did… whatever it was you kept hushed in your bedroom. 

Until he stumbled into a pregnancy test, used and accompanied by an old receipt that dated to a week or two prior. It all made sense then, the small clues he picked up left and right aligning to fit a certain scenario. One that both he and Horangi had been striving to reach for a while now. He now had an oversight over all your actions: the pregnancy test, the isolation, the many tabs about abortions and paper clips for different clinics and hospitals. 

Now that he knew, König could finally take action like he was taught. He would plan and strategise to further your pregnancy with or without your explicit consent. He will have this child.

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[odinsblog]

🗣️ tw rape mention

In U.S. history the Red Coats were the bad guys, literally coming to oppress American freedom, so it is perfectly apropos for Republicans. Oh, and the reference to The Handmaid’s Tale is also spot on.

[ftmdilfmode]

Genuinely thinking about how hot it is to have someone tell you before raw sex that if you get pregnant, you have to carry it to term.

It doesn't matter how pro choice you are, they make the choice. It's their baby, you're just an incubator. You're a person with a womb, but you're barely a person.

Like, tell me that you only want me because I can give you a baby, don't care about my opinion on anything, just tell me you want to use my body.

You knocked me up. I'm your property until I give birth, and you get to control me for 18 years after. I'm just your toy.

[killed-by-choice]

“Rachel Hawthorne,” 23 (USA 1984)

What happened to Rachel* should never happen again.

Rachel was a 23-year-old Indigenous woman living in Indiana. Though she herself was a Pro-Life Christian, this did not save her from suffering an abortion herself. She was a victim of domestic abuse and was killed by a legal abortion she didn’t want or believe in.

Rachel’s last days were spent in an Indianapolis hospital dying of sepsis and shock. Though her family knew the circumstances of her death were under investigation by local authorities, even members of her immediate family were not told of the results. They were allowed to believe that Rachel died from a stillbirth.

Over 40 years later, a researcher stumbled upon the long-closed coroner’s case among the Marion county coroner’s archives. A family member was contacted and finally given the coroner’s report that they had never been shown. It took more than four decades to be given the truth about what had been done to Rachel and her baby.

Marion County Coroner’s Case 84–0039 & death certificate

*Pseudonym used for family’s privacy and will be updated with her real name if they request

[yesplsnothankyou]

Wait hold the fuck up.

Why does everyone so easily understand why it ISN'T and SHOULD NEVER BE LEGAL to force someone to donate an organ, even if it would save someone's life... do you see where I'm going with this?

Why is it that we don't rob people of their bodily autonomy to save someone's life when it comes to kidney transplants but it's perfectly fine to rob pregnant people of their bodily autonomy by denying them abortion access "to save a life"?

And the fact is that this double standard exists because pregnant people are either women, intersex, or trans. If cis men could get pregnant you KNOW this wouldn't be the case.

And, lastly, why do we live in a society where it is impossible to have discussions based on reason instead of unchecked personal convictions? FUCK, you guys :/

I'm clearly not the first or only person to think of this, or frame it this way. But how can it be so glaringly obvious to me and so easy to understand that I, a regular-ass young person, can understand and even produce this logic on my own, but this is not something being considered AT ALL by lawmakers? again, FUCK.

[inkblot22]

The Infection I Don't Want

I don't have any words. Don't look at me. In all seriousness, I definitely love the savior trope. I tried to give it a cute little twist. Idia feels funny in this one too. Also sorry if the formatting is weird. I write these in Docs and then I transfer them to tumblr and for some reason in this fic's document I used Amatic SC and I have bad vision to begin with. No clue why I love torturing myself. Dividers by @/cafekitsune. This fic gets a little heavy. If you start feeling unwell, stop reading. I won't take it personal, promise.

This fic is aimed towards afab readers, but uses they/them pronouns. Mentions of periods and wombs. I may have been a bit less impersonal with this one, but the reader doesn't go on my weird love rant that I have in my self-insert Idia fic so there is that.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, DIY abortion which could also be read as miscarriage, I guess, abortion, Idia is incredibly mean in this and possibly OOC, Ortho being unintentionally creepy, parasites, sort of misogyny relating to periods, shock collars, electric shocks, captivity, implied forced marriage, implied forced medical procedures. PSA: don't try anything the reader does in this fic. It's an excellent way to get sepsis, and you don't want that, I promise.

Part 5 of the Pants on Fire series.

You don’t want to admit it, but a bit too much has changed about you. In the past few weeks, you’ve noticed plenty of things, but the largest and most blaring was that your period never came. Before when you would have it, Idia would sulk and pout, acting like you were bleeding on purpose, throwing a heating pad and a blanket and a pillow and the necessary products at you so you’d be comfortable in your distress. He kept talking about figuring out some technology to rid you of that pesky trait, and you really can’t think of anyone who likes having a period, so if he had, you wouldn’t have fought him on it, 

It’s too late for that now. For the last few days, you’ve been waking up early and vomiting. The smell of Idia’s favorite noodles makes it worse. Your poor tummy is constantly roiling, and you can hardly keep anything down. Ortho has been staring at you incessantly. You think he’s being annoying, really, and Idia’s been getting on your last nerves as well. 

Today, you woke up, vomited, and just sat in the bathroom for a moment, coming to terms with the fact that you could very well be pregnant. You feel conflicted. On one hand, you don’t want to talk or think about this. You’re stressed enough as it is. On the other hand, you absolutely don’t want this. You don’t want this creature in your stomach. You know it's there. You can’t feel it, but how often can you feel something before everything goes absolutely wrong? You can’t. 

But it’s unimportant. A knock comes at the door and you scramble to your feet, flushing the toilet and rinsing out your mouth before opening the door. It’s Idia. He gives you a look and starts stripping, turning on the shower and handing you a hair tie.

“You look sick.  What’s wrong with you?”

“O-oh, I… I don’t know. I feel fine.” You’re not sure how to tell him, so you lie. Maybe you won’t have to tell him. You pull his hair into a bun and he hops into the shower. 

You stand there for a moment and he peeks his head around the door at you, “What are you doing? You want to join me?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just thinking.”

“Go see if Ortho can get you some aspirin or something so you can start acting normal again.” He mutters.

You leave. It’s fine. Idia’s dorm room is always cold. He keeps it like that on purpose. If you’re cold and he doesn’t provide much more than these stupid skimpy pajama sets that are cute but are also thin, so you’re more likely to cuddle up to him or wear his hoodies. At least he has good taste in that.

You don’t really feel like undertaking the task of looking through his closet, so you take a seat in Idia’s gaming chair, which is still warm from him sitting in it, and sigh, laying a hand over your belly. He said that Ortho was here, but he must be out getting breakfast, since you didn’t immediately hear his high voice  shrilling in your ears, “Good morning!”

You like Ortho just fine. He’s not your ally, but being around him is better than being around Idia. You wished he’d been gone for longer. You sigh and your head begins to hurt, “Hi, Ortho.”

He giggles a little and puts down the takeout bag, smiling as he turns back to face you. And then he just stares, chartruse eyes boring into you.

“Ortho, is there a problem?” You can’t hold your tongue about this any longer. You have a headache and honestly you just want to take a fat nap and let the world, small as it has become for you, deal with itself.

Before he can respond, Idia strolls out of the bathroom, lazily greeting Ortho, “Hey, Ortho.”

“Hello!” His voice is just so grating. You want to throw something.

“Mmm.” Idia glances at you, walking over and nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand, like he’s shooing an animal, “Go lay down.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you ask Ortho for-”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He stiffens ever so slightly, then hunches down and digs through the takeout bag Ortho brought in, “Are you acting like this because you’re on your period?”

“Did you really just ask me-”

This time, it’s Ortho, not Idia, who interrupts you, “Oh, they won’t be having a period for a while.”

Idia freezes. You freeze. Ortho goes back to what he was doing, humming as he makes the bed. Idia turns to narrow his eyes at you, his eyes sliding down to look at your midsection and feet, and his eyes roll back into his head and he’s hitting the ground. Maybe if you cared more about him, you’d check to make sure that he was fine, but as it is now, you don’t really have the energy or wherewithal to do so. You rush into the bathroom and cower near the toilet, like there’s a tornado or something outside. You’re distressed.

He doesn’t know it, but Ortho just vocalized the actualization of all your fears, the culmination of your meager existent, all rolled up into this… this parasite in your stomach. You swallow your incoming hysteria and make a decision. You’re going to get up. You’re going to get a change of clothes. You’re going to take a shower. And you’ll be fine. You’ll figure this out. You always have before. You’ll do it again.

When you exit the bathroom, Ortho is blowing air into Idia’s pallid face, and Idia is groaning. You ignore the pair and go to the closet. You grab a change of clothes, the rabbit-themed set of pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, you turn on the water. About as soon as the stream hits your back, you’re screaming. Sobs break from your chest like a hammer going into ice, smashing its way out despite every effort you make to keep it together. You’ve barely got the peace of mind to quickly wash yourself, and when you exit- the water is cold, too cold for comfort- you dry. You feel twitchy, after crying so hard. You tug on the spaghetti strap shirt, the bunny face stretching against your skin, and then you’re staring at the hanger.

You remember reading something, a long, long time ago. You were far too young to be reading this type of thing, the gorier parts of feminism and women’s rights, but… you remember a passage. The wire twists apart easily as you remember the story. A woman, desperate to be rid of the parasitic growth in her womb, just as desperate as you are now, used a wire coat hanger to remove it. It’s been so long that you can’t remember how it ended for her, but you remember the rest very clearly. The bent end, no longer crooked after you bent it, slips into your opening so easily. You can barely feel it. then the door opens, you freeze,  and you hear Ortho scream.

“Idia!” He yells, and there are footsteps and a moment of silence.

You look up at Idia’s honey-colored eyes that are glued to the wire hanger sticking out of your body, see the way both of the Shroud boys are looking at your current unfinished action, see the slow spread of crimson into Idia’s long hair, starting at the tips and spreading like, well, like fire, to the roots. There’s that familiar three-tap warning, and then you drop the hanger, clutching at the collar as the strongest shock you’ve ever felt hits you like a truck. It’s worse than the time you didn’t want to hang out with him, worse than the times you’d stray too close to the door. It forces you to your knees, sets your body into convulsions that shake the twisted hanger out of you, makes you foam at the mouth.

Somewhere under your anguish, you think you hear Ortho robotically say, “BPM reaching critical levels.”

The current stops and your body stops convulsing, relaxing so hard that your world, small as it has become, goes black. When you awake, you’re reliving a distant memory: you’re bound, hands and ankles, on the bed. You’re dressed again, one of Idia’s hoodies draped over you like a blanket, and Idia is just staring at you, holding your collar. He looks pissed, but his hair isn’t red, at least. He’s noticed you’re awake, but he’s not saying anything. He turns slightly in his gaming chair and throws the strap of leather on his desk, the wiring fried. There are holes burnt into the leather, and Idia stares at it blankly before he starts typing away on his tablet, his own voice coming through the device.

It sounds about as burnt out as the shock collar looks, “I bet you feel pretty bad, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response. It doesn’t matter to him, since his fingers fly as he keeps typing away.

“You’re a fucking moron. Only someone stupid would try to-” He doesn’t finish the sentence and hits the desk, standing up and pacing. You can’t see him, but you can hear him panting. 

You try to de-escalate, sort of. The shock collar isn’t around your neck anymore, but you really don’t need him to work himself up again, “The word is ‘desperate.’ I don’t want… I don’t want this. This thing growing inside of me, I don’t-”

“You’re not the only one with a parasite.” His voice is quiet but seething. It breathily cuts through the air like a knife, aiming for your soft parts, “You just have the privilege of being able to get rid of yours comfortably.”

“Really? So you putting this thing in me isn’t as bad as I think it is?”

He paces back into view and you notice something missing. Someone missing. You lift your head a bit to look around and Idia takes a heavy seat at his desk again. This state is rare. It takes him a while to relax when he gets like this, but you’ve only seen it aimed at others, like that time his account got temporarily banned because one of his party members was hacking. At least that had an easy solution for him- you’ve never seen him grin as much as when he had the poor guy swatted and watched through the CCTV cameras around the poor fool's house.

“We’re going home. I’ll fix your little problem twofold, since I’m the only competent one between the two of us.” He types out, his recorded voice not lagging once.

“What? And what do you mean you have a parasite?”

He doesn’t look at you, but you think you see him wipe his cheek with his sleeve, typing with only one hand, “Ortho is gonna come back with some burn cream. I lost my temper and you got hurt. Not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t deserve any of this. I asked you if you had a condom.”

He doesn’t respond to that statement, instead typing, “I don’t love you. You know that, right? Love is for the idealistic masses, those who aren’t capable of keeping their feet on the ground. You’re just someone who has taken up a space in my mind. So the solution to yours won’t be permanent. Seven knows my parents will be getting on my case about providing them an heir eventually.”

“So I’m just here for eventual marriage security?”

Idia doesn’t respond. Ortho strolls in, placing a tube on Idia’s desk and goes out of your line of sight, seemingly to tidy or something. You don’t really care. He’s not your ally. He’s never been.

Idia sighs, then goes back to working on something on his desk. You don’t know how much time passes, but he loops it around your throat and unties you. It’s sitting a bit lower on your neck, just against your collarbones. There’s a three-tap warning, but no shock afterward. Just the flat look on Idia’s face.

“I should start calling you ‘baby’, kitten. It’d be so much easier for you to understand your position.”

“That’s not funny.” You say, “I never asked you to bring me here.”

Idia shrugs, “Well, I don’t think of you as a pet. With the way you act, you might as well be a pest.” He grins, sharp teeth on display, “Maybe I should put out some glue traps… or start dosing you with raw garlic and ivermectin.” 

He starts laughing, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You tell yourself it's the pregnancy hormones. Idia laughs harder at your expression.

“Aw, kitten, I’m just teasing. Come sit with me.”

“But I-” That three-tap warning from your new collar cuts you off. You stand up and start walking the two steps between the bed and Idia’s desk. When you reach your hands towards the collar, it zaps you. It’s quick and not too painful, but it gets you moving towards Idia. When you take a seat on his lap, he leans to bury his nose in your hair, a thrilled noise escaping him. He drops the burn cream in your lap.

He just watches you as you unscrew the lid and reach for your neck. There’s a three-tap warning again- bzz bzz bzz- but you ignore it. The second your fingers barely graze your throat with the cream, you get zapped, short and swift, but uncomfortable enough. You drop your hand and it goes away. When you look up at Idia, he takes the cream from your other hand and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to click into one of his many tabs for some anime streaming site.

“Good. It works.” Is all he says.

As he dabs the cream onto the electrical burns on your neck, you have to blink away the despair again. It’s settled over you like a blanket, eaten holey by moths and worms. Every move you make is accompanied by tentative fear, a worry that Idia will do something awful if you do certain things. You never once considered it would go this far, though. Ortho drops something onto Idia’s bed, a hefty-looking luggage set, and Idia pays him no mind as he tucks away some clothes. You don’t want to admit it, but you don’t want to be around any more people under Idia’s thumb, whether they know it or not.

[kining-the-evil]

So after wilson managed to artificially inseminate her would she freak out when she found out she was pregnant ?? Or would he manage to basically love bomb her to the point she’s so overwhelmed with love that she can’t help but be excited?? What if she tried to get rid of it, how would he react???

Your reaction depends on if he’s broken you yet or not. If he has then perfect! You would be plenty happy to have a baby with him!

If not, then you are definitely freaking out. A baby?! No! How were you supposed to escape him if you have a baby? Wilson definitely becomes much more touchy after you are pregnant, and at a point you may give into his shows of affection out of necessity to keep yourself sane! But being pregnant is still a reminder of what Wilson forced you to do.

Below the cut is talks of how Wilson would react to reader trying to abort the pregnancy. Outside of fiction I am very pro choice and believe a person has the right to decide if they Themselves want to abort a pregnancy. If you don’t feel this way I implore you to keep scrolling because this is once of my very set beliefs

If you tried to abort the baby, Wilson would lose his fucking mind. He doesn’t let you leave the house ever, so you don’t have very safe ways to attempt, which would just lead to you hurting yourself. Then you really have to tell Wilson.

After you would never be left alone with anything that could cause damage to you if the baby. He loves you too much to let something like this happen again!

[compassionatereminders]

Oh, I didn't know about the force abortion, that's horrible. It gives a new perspective to that music box/lullaby melody. She really went all out with this song and no one even knew.

Yeah literally nobody knew about it before she released her memoir "The Woman In Me" in 2023. And that isn't the only reproductive trauma she has been through, unfortunately. There was the threat of losing access to her existing two children that made her stop fighting the abusive conservatorship in the first place, and then during that 13 year conservatorship, she was forced to be on birth control despite wanting more children because she didn't have the right to make that decision herself. And then after she finally escaped, she actually got pregnant but then had a miscarriage

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Holy shit the ending of The Invitation was so good!

When Aro called for Sulpicia and Renata and they didn't immediately show up I fully expected them to have fallen victim to Edward tbh. It was the only explanation I had for why he stayed away for so long.

Since they survived (yay!), what did he do in the meantime? Is he just such a shit tracker that he had trouble finding Mike in his own house?

Also how did he go about Bella's murder I mean abortion? Did he take out Esme first before attacking Bella or did he not plan that far ahead and had to deal with her in the middle of Bella bleeding out? Did he burn the child before trying to stop the bleeding or did Bella have to witness her child's murder?

Caius will probably explode with anger when he finds out what nonsense Aro decided to overlook (imagine getting the ruler of your community and basically the world to clean up your petty murder. Amazing)

The Invitation, now finished, by me and @therealvinelle.

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it so much! Look, @therealvinelle, praise!

Now, onto your questions.

What the Fuck Was Edward Doing?

Well, as you note, he first had to find Mike's house. You'd think this would be simple but as we know from canon, Edward's a shit tracker. He's best when following minds, which means he had to walk around town and try to sus out Mike's thoughts. Not too much time for him but it meant he wasn't immediately there.

He also spent these minutes internally seething as he pictured what that fiend Mike must have done to Bella. Forcing him to imagine very moment of it, how exactly it must have happened, now knowing what it's like for himself after having had sex with his wife and the horror that Mike Newton had stolen it for himself first.

Then he gets there, it's time to interrogate Mike.

Edward ruthlessly interrogates Mike, not with the goal of finding out what happened (he knows that) but of getting Mike to confess. Mike is scared shitless, so much so he would confess, but he has no idea what he's supposed to be confessing to because all Edward says is "you know of what I speak".

Mike really doesn't.

Eventually, when Mike tries to throw Edward out, it's too much and Edward gives into temptation: he smashes Mike's head like a melon then drinks some of the blood that splattered like the demon he is (because Edward's embracing his inner demon in this moment, you see).

Edward then had a moment of panic that his eyes are read and he's about to return home but tells himself it was a) for the greater good of he killed a villain b) he wants everyone to know he killed Mike (including that fiend Aro) c) HE IS FINALLY A MONSTER AS HE ALWAYS KNEW HE WAS!

So, that's what took Edward so long.

How Was Bella Murdered?

First, Edward lamented his involvement, as Aro heard from outside the house and decided he wasn't sticking around to eavesdrop on. The rest of the Cullens, sans Esme (poor Esme), decided the same thing thinking that Edward and Bella were about to have the fight of a century (that of course would not end with anyone's murder).

Once Edward was done blaming himself (this took quite some time, I guarantee it), Edward tells Bella that they're calling Carlisle and asking for that abortion. Bella reminds Edward that Carlisle brought that up already and Bella said no, she's waiting the month until the fetus is probably (maybe) developed enough to have the best chance at survival.

Edward then spends some time arguing with her, pointing out that this child will a) likely be a demon and certainly not human b) this is killing her c) she's already drinking blood like a fucking monster.

Bella's not hearing it, it's a baby, Edward.

Edward of course is reminded that he and Bella have already had this fight when they arrived, when he (correctly) thought it was his child but was distracted by Aro having postulated it was Jacob Black's.

Edward then concludes, as he did in canon, that Carlisle is unlikely to change his mind. (Now, Edward blames Esme and Rosalie for this, and we'll get into this shortly).

Rosalie will never permit an abortion, even if Bella herself was willing. She carries too much baggage and regret over her own inability to have children. When she returns, she will stand in his way, which means Emmett will also have to stand in his way. Edward won't win that fight (something you'll remember he concluded in canon as well for all his talk in Eclipse about being a super awesome fighter yo).

Carlisle won't abort her because it would distress Esme so much. Even if Bella changes her mind, Edward doesn't think Carlisle will do it because of Esme and her lost son.

Edward realizes he has this very slim window of opportunity and, like usual, Bella has no idea what she's talking about and he's just going to have to beg for forgiveness rather than ask permission.

Edward tells himself he has a medical degree, he has unparalleled control when it comes to Bella, while he's never performed surgery he knows, in theory, what it's all about.

He can do this.

After having pumped himself up, he excuses himself to go talk with Esme. Bella, of course, is distressed but figures Esme will bring him around and that he needs to talk to his mom. Bella's just going to sit here, slurping on blood, waiting for him to be reasonable.

Edward chooses to decapitate Esme for two reasons. One, so she doesn't interfere out of misguided beliefs. Two, to take the decision out of her hands, now in the aftermath she'll have no guilt because she had no idea/could do nothing to stop it. Three, so that she wouldn't lose control and end up trying to devour Bella, again so she won't feel guilty and also because eating people is bad. Four, so she doesn't have to see this, it will be bloody, messy, and Edward doesn't want her to witness any of this or have the vision of Edward aborting a child ingrained in her brain.

He makes Esme as comfortable as he can, places her head far out of reach, then returns to Bella.

Rather than discuss things, though, he knocks her out and prepares for the operation. He quickly discovers what Carlisle had earlier, that surgical equipment doesn't work on Bella's abdomen, and realizes he has to open her with his teeth.

He does so, but as Carlisle had suspected, while the blood has vastly helped Bella's recovery it wasn't enough yet. Bella immediately starts bleeding out (with Edward having no intention at this point of turning her), and the stress is too much for her heart.

Bella dies of cardiac arrest while Edward is horrified and distracted with the two-week fetus Renesmee that he ate out of Bella's womb.

Bella then dies, Edward watching in horror, not having thought this was truly possible as of course he'd save her and she'd stay human.

In the aftermath, Edward immediately burns the fetus, then sets about to stare dead eyed at Bella's corpse until Aro will surely come to kill him.

Caius

Well, Aro probably won't tell him the details, it's not really important anymore as Bella's very dead and Edward will likely ask Jacob to kill him.

If he did, though, I imagine Caius would be exasperated more than anything else. He's made his point already, Aro sees it for himself, and there's Edward eating the goddamn neighborhood because his wife is frisky.

As it is, Caius will be distracted enough by the news that Edward killed his wife after all, and is into that virgin sacrifice thing apparently, to ask for too many details.

[ineverlovedyouinvain]

I’m about to be completely vulnerable on main and idc:

in January/February 2023 I nearly died. I have been battling a 15 year long fight with my reproductive system and it came to a head when I wound up in the hospital with an ectopic pregnancy. An abortion is the only reason I’m here to blog with you all on tumblr dot com. Nothing else could have saved me, nothing else could have prevented my death. My existence right now is inherently political because I’m alive solely due to an abortion.

Abortion is basic medical care, yet there’s fucking idiots that are allowed to vote on these topics who don’t understand what an abortion actually is, or its use cases. They don’t know how many women naturally miscarry. They don’t know what an ectopic is (see: “they can take it and implant it elsewhere”). They don’t know what endometriosis is, what adenomyosis is, what polycystic ovarian syndrome is. They don’t know what causes HPV, what medical uses birth control has outside of, well, birth control. They don’t know even know what a period fully is!!! And yet, they’re allowed to damn people in the US to a fate that I only escaped because abortion is federally legal here, which they’re also trying to strip away. They’re allowed to sentence those with a uterus/ovaries to their deaths without a second thought. And that’s just okay!!! That’s just normal!!! We can just decide that a necessary, life saving medical procedure is illegal!!! What the fuck!!! Every single person on this earth should be entitled to the medical care they deserve. Even if that abortion isn’t to save their lives, I don’t care!!! It’s your body, it’s your life, you know what’s best for yourself!!! Everyone should have full autonomy over their bodies!

I love abortions. I love birth control. I love gender affirming care. I love hysterectomies and oophorectomies. I love my fellow women, and every single person who has/had a uterus/ovaries in their lifetime. Today fucking sucks, but we will take our time to grieve and cry, and then we will keep fighting. We will not take this lying down. We will not sit back and accept that this is our fate we are doomed to. We will persist. We will survive.

[pro-birth]

A Southwest Virginia family is suing a Bristol abortion clinic, Dickenson County’s Department of Social Services (DSS) and several individuals for allegedly pressuring their 15-year-old daughter into having an abortion against her will and without legal consent in January.

The civil suit claims a DSS employee pressured the girl into the abortion and that the DSS’s local director tried to retroactively get judicial consent “for the unlawful abortion.” Both are named as defendants along with the abortion clinic’s director, whom the suit accuses of joining in the social worker’s efforts to persuade the girl. The suit also names a doctor from the clinic as a defendant.

[killed-by-choice]

Sonali Kadam, 32 (India 2024)

Police in Sangli, India found two men and their mother transporting two human corpses in a car. The bodies were identified as 32-year-old Sonali Kadam and her unborn daughter, who had been killed at 16 weeks in utero. Sonali's mother and brothers had been trying to have her body cremated but were not allowed to without a death certificate.

Police found out that Sonali's parents and in-laws had a sex-determination scan done, which was banned in India to prevent the killing of baby girls. When the test showed that her third baby was a girl, they forced Sonali to have an abortion because they did not want her to have a third daughter. She was made to have the abortion at a hospital but died.

At this point, Sonali's abusers took her body and her child's body from the hospital to be quickly cremated. They were then discovered by police with the corpses in the car.

Abortion is fully legal in India, but sex-discriminatory abortion is not. In addition, killing a woman through abortion is a crime. The abortionist, the doctor who carried out the illegal testing and several of the family members responsible were arrested.

Although aborting the baby for being a girl was a crime, the abortion itself was fully legal. Sonali- and all women forced to abort their children simply for being female- deserved better. Far from being empowerment or freedom, it was blatant discrimination and oppression.

[nsk96]

I need to rant some, because I’m tired of controlling parents who make their kids suffer just to have some kind of moral high ground.

I just love how they're trying to fear monger people into voting against Amendment 4 in Florida. The amendment: “No law shall prohibit, penalize, delay, or restrict abortion before viability or when necessary to protect the patient’s health, as determined by the patient’s healthcare provider." (Viability means the stage of fetal development when the life of a fetus is sustainable outside the womb)

The amendment will also allow minors to get an abortion without parental consent, but will uphold the law that parents must still be notified prior. Which would allow time for parents to intervene anyways.

This anti-amendment 4 ad I just saw, had this lady posing to be a mother, saying that the amendment goes against "parental rights". Way to tell people that you're a bad parent by saying:

Forcing your kid to undergo physical and mental trauma is a parental right, and

Your kids don't trust you enough to talk to you about it because you’re not a safe person to have this discussion with

Listen parents, if you actually respect your kids, you wouldn't have to worry about them getting an abortion behind your back. They'll willingly come to you first. Abortion is not some fun adventure; your kids will need emotional support and guidance through the process.

If you force your kid to carry a pregnancy to term because you want your kid to “learn a lesson", guess what, the fear, guilt, and shame of getting pregnant as a minor is enough punishment as it is. Being SA by a family member/friend/stranger is enough punishment as it is. You willing to put your kid in danger for the sake of teaching them a lesson is sick. Your job as a parent is to keep them safe, help them thrive, and raise them into responsible adults who can make their own decisions safely.

Putting them in more danger for the sake of your own feelings because you believe abortion is wrong, holds them back and makes things worse for their future. Safety > punishment. If you can't understand that, you already failed.

Be the parent they can have a safe discussion with.

Pregnancy and giving birth, are life-altering situations which in most cases have permanent consequences on adults (e.g., bodily changes/dysfunction, death, inability to have more children, heart conditions, diabetes, depression). Outcomes are worse for kids.

Pregnancy can be beautiful but also dangerous at the same time. People need to stop romanticizing pregnancy and recognize we are anatomically poorly designed for it, hence why so many people have died from it throughout history. Why so many still get C-sections when the default method fails. Hence why many are bleeding out in parking lots with their miscarriages when they don't get the care they need.

To force a child through that physical and mental torture is demonic. To force anyone through it, is. To be honest, I think if you force a child to carry a pregnancy to term, you should be charged for child endangerment/abuse. Fuck your "parental rights." Kids are not your property, they're your responsibility.

[fighterpilotdragon02]

Spoilers for Midnight Mass (2021)

Right, so I'm super tired and I'll probably add on to this later but here's something I thought of that I haven't heard anyone else talk about.

TW: (Forced) miscarriage, abortion, implications of forced sterilization, religious abuse

A disclaimer before I write anything: I grew up fundamentalist/evangelical Protestant Christian (actually I grew up in a cult but that's another story). I am a queer agnostic and I DO NOT AGREE with the pro-life movement and honestly most stuff major churches do. This is just my observation in the framework of the faith.

It is so telling that the being which Monsignor Pruitt called an angel and promoted to his church causes a miscarriage. Most Christianity I've been exposed to is against abortion (some is even against birth control) and at least pays lip service to celebrating life. So when Pruitt betrays the trust of his congregation and alters their bodies without consent, when Erin's baby disappeared, that should have been a glowing neon sign for him and Bev that Shit Was Not Right.

I don't recall any indication that people aside from Erin, Riley, and Dr. Gunning knew about the lost baby, but my point is this:

The "angel" and Pruitt's dishonesty ("Forgive me, Father, for I am going to sin") are both perversions of what Christianity is theoretically about. Christianity, as I learned it, is about love and community and celebrating life as a gift from God. The angel directly forced a miscarriage upon an unknowing and unconsenting Erin (and how interesting, that pregnancy would be impossible under these conditions, that the population would eventually die out no matter the outcome of the show). Pruitt, while likely unaware of this outcome, was a direct arbitrator of this. His twisted love and fear, his obsession with staying young--something which is directly addressed as happening in the good afterlife (as I learned it)--took everything from him and his innocent congregation.

Anyway, feel free to add any insight; I'll probably reblog this with non-midnight (hah!) additions later. Let me know, also, if there are any tw tags I should add.

[good-to-drive]

Weedkiller and healing from the overturning of Roe v. Wade

This album is so healing and cathartic and I haven’t been able to stop listening to it on repeat since it came out. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so seen or understood in my entire life, and I just need some room to rant about it lol. Fair warning that this is pretty long.

When the news about Roe v Wade came out I was so angry and upset I couldn't stop shaking. I truly never thought I would live to see this happen. I felt disgusted and afraid and angry and violated, and it felt like no one cared or understood just how horrific and repulsive this is for people with female bodies. Every time I hear about another state restricting abortion rights or refusing to track maternal mortality rates or making birth control harder to access I want to vomit. I know pro-lifers think we're just being dramatic when we say these things, but it's so visceral and horrific to have your bodily autonomy taken away, to feel like you're being crushed by this huge machine that neither knows nor cares that you're a sentient being, not just a vessel. It truly gives me the same feeling that you experience when you watch a movie with body horror and gore. It's not political, it's as intensely personal as anything can be. And although I could find plenty of people expressing sadness at this situation, I couldn't find anything that captured this visceral horror and disgust that is so overwhelming all the fucking time. I felt lost and wrong, like I was less than human in this society and a fool for not knowing my place before. Like the disgust and horror I was feeling made me disgusting because no one else seemed to be feeling it. I think, like most of us with a female body, I felt that I had no right to be horrified that I was being reduced to flesh for men to use, like I should’ve already known that’s all I was.

This album did more than encapsulate and validate that horror. It wrapped it up into a little ball and took aim at it and blasted it into pieces, and left me seething mad and ready to rip the world a new one. World Eater alchemized this horror into a tangible enemy, a machine that kills for pleasure, and WEEDKILLER let me smash that machine to pieces. You Make Me Sick! let me scream to the world that I’m mad, I’m disgusted, I’m dangerous, and I’m allowed to be. Chokehold Cherry Python was like Daisy on steroids, the avenging angel returned darker and more disturbed because the world she inhabits is sicker than we knew. Worms is hysteria and numbness all at once, when the world makes you vomit until you’re dry heaving and only able to laugh at how absurdly cruel this life really is. Cheerleader let me take pride in my femininity without feigning weakness. And Possession of a Weapon made me feel like a dark, wounded goddess, my body grotesquely reduced to pieces in someone else’s chess game, but still in possession of the pussy weapon, the vagina dentata that disgusts and frightens the people who want our bodies to be pliable and abusable.

And then there’s songs like Super Soaker, Moonlight Magic, and Don’t Look At It that express queer female sexuality without shame, because even in an apocalyptic cyberpunk wasteland we’re still only human and our desires deserve to be celebrated. And Want It All, which makes me remember that however fucked up this life is I still want every last piece of it, even the ones that hurt.

The most emotional songs on the album for me were Miss Nectarine and Dying Star. Miss Nectarine is such a delicate and beautiful story about a vulnerable time of life, and so heartbreaking and moving. I think a lot of us relate to the experience of discovering a piece of ourselves that our immediate world is hostile to, and wanting to be strong enough to save ourselves and the ones we love from this reality – wanting to play hero – but being crushed and heartbroken instead. That feeling of powerlessness and heartbreak is especially visceral for me right now, wondering if I or someone I love will be put through forced pregnancy or even killed because of this new political reality I never thought I’d live to see.

Dying Star as the last track was so unexpected, but so, so necessary. It’s like this album transformed my fear and self recrimination into righteous fury, but at the last moment instead of being consumed by it I was given a chance to want something soft. To want the world to listen to me when I say “ouch”, to mourn the magic in me that was drained away even when I repressed myself and behaved like a lady and very politely asked not to be killed. To feel not just angry but hurt that even when I shrink myself and try to be what I’m supposed to be the world still grinds me under its heel. The anger doesn’t drain away – the anger is legitimate, the anger is allowed – but I’m allowed to be gentle, too. To have longing. To have a broken heart. To dream of something or someone that could soothe this pain. The legislation around female bodies is like a dying star, collapsing in on itself and creating this black hole of howling horror and fear. I have been trapped in its orbit, circling and circling the same pain, and breaking orbit might pull me apart but it’s what I truly want. At least, it is now that Ashnikko has allowed me to feel my rage and my disgust and my power and my helplessness, to own them without shame, and then to look beyond them and search for something more.

Sorry this is such a novel, I’ve just been so emotional about this album ever since it came out. The very first time I heard Ashnikko I just knew that finally someone got it. Finally there was a person out there who wasn’t forcing theirself to play nice or perform femininity in the way that was expected. Who wasn’t ashamed of being exactly who they were, feminine and masculine energies combined, expressing gender and the lack thereof in ways that I had never seen before but that felt intuitively right. And honestly this album took it even further. I am so freaking grateful that Ash released this, listening to it was a journey but it was a journey that healed my heart.

Ashnikko, if you ever read this, thank you so much.