#tw mention of child loss

[profanepurity]

What does Lilith think of Eve. Also did Lucifer tempt her to get back at Adam and god and possibly to make Lilith feel better(?)

Lilith pities Eve, genuinely.

But ohhhhh boy. I think about shit like this way too often. This is actually going to be related to another project I’m hopefully announcing next week 👀

I think it definitely started that way, to get back at God. When Hell heard of Lilith’s reputation, and that she had fled the safety of the Garden of Eden, they were going to kill her. Lucifer and Belial wanted to drag her down to hell by her ankles, screaming. Beelzebub wanted God to see him devour the flesh off her bones. Asmodeus wanted to dress her in gold jewelry and silk and force her to watch him torture Adam.

But, as Lucifer stalked into that dark cave that the pretty little human was hiding in, he walked up to the sobbing, grieving form of a mother. He looked at this, woman, who he heard refused to submit to her husband, broken and distressed by the curse God had placed upon her, all because she wanted to be seen as a person by Adam. He was expecting some fiery, narcissistic witch that all the whispers had told him about. He expected to see her hoarding stolen kits from animals and ghouls and feeding on them.

Instead, she looked up at him with the softest eyes. She knew who he was. She looked past him and knew who the other demons were, waiting to grab her and promise her bread and butter for an eternity in Hell. Lilith looked at Lucifer approaching her like a predator cornering prey, slow, calculating, with black, rotting wings making him look huge. She noticed how he was hiding a limp as well. She saw the dried blood crowing the fallen angel’s head.

“Are you in pain?” She asked the Devil in a voice he would grow to yearn for.

Lucifer stopped, and so did the other feral and angry kings lurking in his shadow. At first he hissed at her for accusing him for being weak. He is a perfect being. Yet, after simply frightening her, they let her be.

Back and forth they came to her cave like stray wolves, always eyeing her like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to pounce or not. Lilith would look back at them and lock her gaze with theirs. Her fear dissolved quickly of them, but her kindness did not. She would patiently take one step at a time until she could get close enough to tend to their wounds after they defended her from whatever heavenly or human being that attempted to raid her cave. Lilith was there’s to take. Despite every temptation they offered her, every pretty promise and handsome smile a devil could muster, she would simply smile back, kiss them back even, and tell them no. The devils would keep trying to tempt her into Hell, but the game always ended each time she said no.

The lurking monsters coming to steal her out of her safe haven became friends, looking to just sit with her. Lilith was never able to fully mend Lucifer's back, but she would always manage to ease the pain enough for him to find relief for some time.

Lilith always reminded Belial that she saw him as more than a worthless, wicked king.

Asmodeus took pleasure in her ecstasy, not just his own, just as she did the same for his.

She allowed Beelzebub to guard her and carry her around, when she was more than capable of taking care of herself, because he proved to be worthy of her relinquishing control to him, and allowing him to be dominate over her.

None of this stopped her curse however. None of this removed the ache in her chest from watching every child she'd bare be taken from her violently.

Finally, she was tired of hiding. She was tired of not being able to defend herself. So, while she was laying her head on the side of Santanas, she told the Old One that she wanted to be in Hell. The goat guided her to her kings that very night. Lilith was ultimately not tempted by the Devil, she chose him.

Despite her pitying Eve, that did not stop her from coming to the woman as a serpent, and tempting her to eat the forbidden fruit, so that she could see Adam be banished from the Garden and damned like she had been.

[vixenihy]

Reunion: A Flash Fiction

Summary: October 17, 1963. Mrs. Kennedy finally returns from her trip to Greece, and her husband is waiting for her and ready to welcome her home.

Tags/Notes + Pairing: jfk x jackie kennedy, mentions of past infidelity, improved relationship, loss of child mention, caroline and john jr. are in it too lol.

Word Count: 897 words

A/N: this one is shorter and a bit messier than my last fic :,( i’ve been having quite a bit of brain fog so unfortunately some things may be a little off. sorry guys!! i hope you enjoy it <3 divider was made by @/ aquazero. hope you guys caught the jackie 2016 reference ;)

Jack sits in the backseat of the car, nervously playing with his hands in the darkness. Every so often, he looks out onto the empty runway only illuminated by blinking lights. Jackie will be here any minute now, but why do those minutes have to pass so slowly?

The past few weeks had been awfully rough without Jackie; The depression and headaches he acquired from his withdrawals after finally being able to stay abstinent and cut himself away from the rest of his ‘women’ was rough. He’d been so used to that lifestyle, he never realized how addicted he was until he found himself desperately writing a letter at midnight to a woman he had ended his affair with over a year prior. When he read the letter the next morning, he embarrassingly shoved it in the bottom of his desk with the intention of discarding it.

Having to continue to mourn the loss of Patrick on his own after Jackie left was even worse. Sure, he had dealt with plenty of things on his own before, and Jackie had been there for him up until the day she left; but there were times at work where he felt so alone. He didn’t dare bother his wife about it when she was recuperating from the loss. So when he got off the phone with Jackie, there was no one to call, no one to talk to, and no one to see. Just cabinet members and paperwork. When he cried in his wife’s arms that day, he felt as if his eyes were opened to a new world. To be comforted by someone he loved dearly and not shunned for crying made him feel…loved… Though this was an incredible realization for him, he didn’t feel comfortable opening himself up like that with anyone else; at least not yet. Joan was there for him when he secluded himself in his room and didn’t come out, and he’d gotten a few sympathy calls here and there; but it just wasn’t the same as that morning when he felt Jackie lovingly wrap her arms around him as he let his emotions run like a river.

“Daddy, look!” Caroline exclaims, pointing out the window with that innocent smile she shares with her father. “I think I see mommy!” She continues, climbing over her dad and brother to see the plane landing in the once empty runway. Jack can’t help but smile at her excitement and

“I think you’re right, Buttons! Lets go out there and meet her. But stay close to me okay? Don’t run out in front of the plane before they put the stairs down.” He instructs, opening the car door and stepping out before taking Caroline and John’s hands into his.

“I wanna go on the plane!!” John shouts, pulling against his fathers hand as they approach the runway. Jack does his best to hide his own excitement as the stairs are placed in front of the door. And as soon as the door opens, Jack bends down as best he can.

“Go on, go give mommy a hug.” He tells them before rising and letting them rush off ahead of him and climb the stairs.

As Jack follows his children, he finally comes face to face with the woman he missed so dearly.

Jackie looks just as beautiful as she did when she left, and as she rises from greeting Caroline and John to look him in the eyes, she looks just as happy to see him as he does for her.

Without a word, Jack leans over and takes Jackie in his arms. His back issues and lack of experience in physical contact makes his hugs quite stiff, but Jackie doesn’t mind one bit.

Jackie pulls back slightly and wraps her arm around her husbands neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I missed you, Jack.” She sighs, shuffling the two of them away from the open door so that they can’t be photographed by the swarm of paparazzi outside and holding him close.

“I missed you too, Jackie…” Jack smiles, letting go of his wife and glancing at the open door leading out the crowds of photographers awaiting the First Lady’s return.

“You’ve got quite an audience out there…Are you ready?” He asks teasingly, brushing a lock of hair out of Jackie’s eyes.

“Of course, I love crowds.” She replies, her voice laced with sarcasm. She pulls away from her husband and reveals herself to the sea of cameras. They run their films and snap their flashbulbs at the family as they descend the stairs and make their way to the car waiting for them. Jackie is the first to enter the car, then the children, and finally Jack.

“It’s good to have you home, Mrs. Kennedy. Now, why don’t you tell me about Greece. I take it that you had a good time?” Jack teases, reaching his arm over their children clinging to their mother so that he can put his arm over her shoulder.

“You’ll know when we get home….” Jackie smiles back, giving her husband a discreet wink before looking down at Caroline and John, who had managed to fall asleep in their mothers lap. “But first, I think it’s time for bed.” She finishes quietly just as the car comes to a stop in front of the White House…

[asmodeus-682]

TFP OPTIRATCH + BABY GRIMMY AU

Content/Trigger warning: mentions of multiple past miscarriages!! If this makes you uncomfortable do not read! You are responsible for your own comfort not me

Anyways, onto the explanation

Optimus had known Ratchet struggled a lot in the carrying department when it came to cybertronian reproduction, the poor mech having experienced multiple miscarriages during previous relationships. So Optimus was shocked (understandably) upon Ratchet asking him to spark him.

Ratchet spent most of the pregnancy working as usual, just with less shouting as to avoid any potential stress that could lead to harming his Prime's offspring. However when it came to the 6 month mark, Optimus demanded for Ratchet to go on break until the sparkling is born. Which Ratchet complies to surprisingly well.

Finally after years of suffering with losses when carrying; Ratchet manages to birth a healthy baby boy whom he and Optimus call Grimlock. Named after an old friend who passed away in the war. And while raising Grimlock was a struggle for the two, they loved him regardless and never failed to let it known that even if the boy wasn't as smart as Ratchet and Optimus; Grimlock was loved and cherished by all bots within the base

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

The Abyss Stares Back Eclipse/Ruin's Pups, surviving and lost

This doesn't include their pups from the main Abyss story, just the past pups!

For those who are curious, here is a list of Ruin and Eclipse's pups!

Surviving: Elianna (the eldest, a Dragon Leviathan), Lingan (Mesmer Leviathan), Finny and Bede (twins, Dragon Leviathans)

Died as Eggs: Vera, Tide, Daylight, Wingheart, Lightly, Aurora, Comet, Skadi

Died After: Nightrise and Starset (died from maternal stress), Memory (died from being injured during an attack by a rival male Mesmer intent on taking Ruin for his own), Echo (lived the longest- 3 years old; died of sickness from the falling of the Aurora)

[onlytiktoks]

https://www.kansascity.com/news/local/article295976059.html

[jokerislandgirl32]

Henry Here I wanted to say how the heck did Varina Get her name and also is there any Embarrassing baby pictures of Vari so that I can show it to Marissa?

Hey, Henry, Zach Varmitech here. Since I’m one of the people responsible for naming Varina, I’ll be answering this ask.

See below cut for full explanation ⬇️

Wellll, for starters it’s a bit of a complicated story. We knew Varina was going to be a girl early on, and this was hard for us since we had just lost Alexandria within the same year that we got pregnant with Varina.

Because of this Violet and I were very hesitant about picking out a name for Varina. Violet and I were both afraid of getting attached and losing her too if we named her, so we put it off until Mother’s Day of 2015, exactly 3 weeks before Varina was born, since she arrived early.

That morning Violet finally found the courage to go into the nursery the Zachbots and I had put together for Alexandria. Violet had not been in there since shortly after we lost Alexandria, so going in there was a big step for Violet in the mourning and healing process of losing our first child.

I found Violet asleep in a rocker with her mother’s Bible spread out on her lap. She had been reading it, taking solace in the following passage her mother had highlighted:

In the margins of the Bible her mother, Virginia “Dawn” Tyler, had written the names of Violet and all the babies she’d lost prior to and after having Violet. I knew then, kind of in the back of my mind, that Virginia should be part of Varina’s name.

For Violet’s mother, and for Violet herself, because Varina was the descendant of these two beautiful, strong, stubborn, loving, and unbelievably kind women, and she deserved to share a name with them.

After Violet and I spoke that morning; it was quite a long and heartfelt conversation about Varina, Alexandria, our relationship, Violet’s mother and father, and their similar struggles with having children; I hesitantly brought up the fact that we hadn’t picked out a name for Varina:

“I don’t wanna force you…it’s your choice, but we haven’t thought of a name for Baby Varmitech yet…last time we waited too, and then I ended up naming Alexandria after…after we lost her…that was hard. I just…I’d like to give Baby V a name now..but it’s up to you, we can wait…” I explained, tripping over my words, looking at Violet anxiously, hoping I had not upset her. Violet stared at her belly, rubbing a hand over the bump, she looked up at me with watery eyes, her lip trembling, “you’re right…she does need a name…I’m not sure if I am ready to name her, but maybe you can? You gave Alexandria a beautiful name, I trust your judgment.”

I felt myself relax, but I began to panic at the same time, “I-I don’t even know where to start…should I just look through the phone book and pick out a name or something?”

Violet laughed and pulled herself out of the rocker to go to a bookshelf in the nursery, “well, that’s an idea, but maybe a baby name book will be easier? The names are listed alphabetically with meaning, origin, and everything. This was the book my dad got for him and my mom when she was pregnant for the first time with Sterling. My mom ended up picking most of the names for my siblings and me, but they used this book a lot, it helped in their quest to find nature inspired names for all of us.”

I took the baby name book and started leafing through it. Me being me, I automatically went for the Z and V names. With Alexandria, I’d named her after my mom (my mom’s middle name is Alexandria) because she looked like my mom, and I used Rinella as her middle name because of the teacher who had helped keep Violet safe from her ex Travis on many occasions.

So, I didn’t get to use Z or V names the first go-around, but I wanted to…and with all our children after Alexandria they ended up getting Z or V names, but I digress, back to Varina…

As I was looking through the names my attention was drawn to two names in particular: Vera and Varina. These two names had been circled by Violet’s father with notes written in the margins expressing his interest in them.

Initially, Violet and I were hooked not on Varina, but Vera. Varina’s name was supposed to be Vera Vanica. We loved the meaning of Vera, which was: True. And the name Vanica means “gift of God.” So the name would have meant True gift of God. And since she was our rainbow baby after Alexandria, this would have been perfect.

But…this was not the name we used for her…we used it one child later…for Vera…for Varina we decided to go with her name for a few reasons: the meaning, the fact that as I mentioned before Varina would be partially named after her mother and grandmother, and the fact that Violet’s father had written this exact name in the margin of the baby book: Varina Virginia.

When we saw this name we read the meaning Violet’s father had come up with for the name, having scribbled it in the margins of the book: Varina - Strange, yet to be discovered; Virginia - Pure. The child, then, would have been named for the fact that she was a pure, unexpected gift. And our Varina was just that. She was our rainbow, a pure, unexpected gift after the storm of losing Alexandria and nearly our marriage.

And…because that all got a little heavy and depressing, here are some embarrassing baby photos…oh our child, our child…how we love thee…even when she’s too much like me…and her mommy.

(JIG Note: All images came from Pinterest, I tried to add the links to them but I, I mean the Zachbots, messed up. Btw I legitimately have a picture identical to the third image of me as a baby doing that, like mother like daughter).

Hope you enjoy, Henry, Marissa, and @bejeweled-wahlberg

-Zach V-

[kudossi]

you will blaze like fire (and lack the oxygen to keep yourself burning)

Dandelionkit blinks. “I want Lionblaze to mentor me,” she says, her voice barely above a mouse’s breath.

Squirrelflight crouches over her, tail draped around Dandelionkit’s thin shoulders. “I’m sure he’d love to,” she says quietly. “I’ll ask Bramblestar if he can, okay? But only if you eat your herbs.”

Dandelionkit looks down at the chewed-up bundle at her paws, eyes impossibly tired. “Do you think he’ll name me Dandelionblaze?”

Despite herself, Squirrelflight purrs. She runs her tail along Dandelionkit’s white-splotched back, hoping to encourage her to eat. “If that’s what you want,” she says. “I once knew a cat who picked his own name, too. I’m sure you can have a say.”

The pale ginger she-cat nods, beginning to lap up the pulp. “I’d like to be like him, momma. Lion,” she clarifies, as if Squirrelflight wouldn’t know. “He’s so strong.”

“You’ll be strong, too,” Squirrelflight says, willing herself to believe it. “Stronger, if you eat your honey. Lionblaze never took his herbs.”

The small kit manages around half the pile before she gasps, little sides heaving. The herbs come up with bitter, awful-smelling bile, and then Dandelionkit coughs and coughs and coughs, frame shaking and rattling and spasming—

(Squirrelflight has never felt so helpless.)

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

KC’s first Christmas is probably going to be him realizing his children are there with him (New Blood Moon and Good Eclipse) but they aren’t the same children he originally had and that he will never spend a Christmas with his original three children.

Imagine he puts a present each under the tree for Eclipse and the Old Blood Twins.

Even angstier, imagine if the presents are from the previous year when he’d tried to secretly do a severely late Christmas but Blood Moon went missing and died before he could do the late Christmas presents with the three children he had and those old gifts for the originals are the presents he puts out for his three dead children under the tree. KC spends Christmas imagining Eclipse and the old twins opening their presents with New Blood Moon and Good Eclipse.

[jaxxsoxxn]

Do you think boomer would ever be comfortable talking about his son’s death? I mean losing the kid is way harder.

Or he hasn’t never told anyone he ever had a son and when he just mentioned it out of the blue everyone’s like surprise and I can just imagine Harley saying oh my God you have a kid can we see him and Boomer just said it’s so normally you can’t, he’s dead he got murdered anyway, I’m hungry 

I feel like Boomer doesn't deal well with death of people close to him. He probably just doesn't actually think of it as a thing that happened, but more like as a fact - my son was also ginger, he was young, he died.

He gets into his feelings only when he has to recall the way he died and it's like it happens all over again. I'd say it's something like shock for him, just staying way longer than for normal people.

Digger can be childish, but he's also kinda... Apathetic to most things that happen around him. Most people would probably tie the "he's dead" under it, but I feel like Harley, ex psychologist, would try to get some more information and with every push, it'd just make Boomer more jumpy, more scared.

If the kid would die in front of him, I imagine he'd remember every single detail. Especially since I hc it that the kid died at his 8th bday. (you know, just for fun)

So, for me, it would be way more like the second version.

~~~

The squad was mostly tired right now. The after-mission high was slowly dying out, when they sat down in the random Gotham fast-food and Flag went to get their orders in. The subject was technically started by Harley, one of her painted nails pointed at a kids meal with a toy.

"Ya think we should get it for my gal and Toyboy?" she said, a genuinely happy smile on her face. "And the toys aren't bat-themed!"

Shark grabber the menu and pulled it almost comically close to his face, while Floyd rolled his eyes.

"Zoey has been into green lantern theme lately, though she says Wonder Woman is still her favourite..." he mumbled, trying to keep his typical for Gotham look.

"My kid loved the toys back in Australia, doubt he'd like them here though."

Boomer said, shocking most of them. Deadshot looks at him with worry mixed with anger, while Shark tries to decide if it's another weird joke. Only Harley smiles wider, though there's slight surprise in her eyes, too.

"Ya have a kid? Oh me, are they ginger like ya? How old are they? Why haven't we met em?! Do ya have pictures?" her voice is delighted at the idea, even though a smaller Digger doesn't sound so great.

"Uh, ye, a son, yeah, eight and he's dead, been dead for a while, so I don't have pictures." he counts the answers out on his fingers, missing how everyone freezes. Before anyone tries to say more, he softly whispers under his breath, like it's a memory hitting him suddenly: "I didn't have money for his burial..."

And Harley catches the shake of his hand, the tremble of his voice and the way his eyes look down in shame and something so close to self-hatered that it makes her stomach flip.

By the time food comes, Boomer's acting like he never said anything, eating with vigor of someone who didn't have a meal for weeks. The rest of them just send each other worried stares in silence, poking at the food and trying to regain their appetite.

[nelida-alvarez]

Tomorrow

@charliemwrites

I debated for some time whether or not I should post this, but in the end, my desire to share stories won.

Cw/Tw : mentions/discussion of losing faith (religious) & mentions/discussion of child death. Take care of yourselves <3

It was rare for Nélida to be uncomfortable. Sure, there were things that annoyed her, things that stressed her and things that made her afraid. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that- she was human, and it was in Men’s nature to feel, whether the emotions were positive or negative. Things that made her uncomfortable though? Things that made her skin crawl with unease and the desire to be anywhere else than where she was at the moment? Those were rare. Oh, they existed. And they made her soul tense up when mentioned.

“I don’t think that’s right, though…” Nova said, sprawled on the couch with Keegan as they argued. Nikto was sitting in a love seat, doing crosswords almost absentmindedly as he quietly listened to the sergeants talking. Castle was reading a book, not really paying attention. Meanwhile, Nélida was sitting on the ground in front of her Captain, her back leaning against his legs.

“No, I’m quite sure… It's like that thing with Adam and Eve, right? Banned from Paradise for touching the forbidden fruit or something.” Keegan replied.

“Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden to prevent them from eating from the tree of life, which would have made them eternal, not because they ate the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.” Nélida absently corrected, shocking the two sergeants into silence. Noting the absence of talking, she blinked and looked up, meeting the bewildered gazes of her team.

“What?” She asked, a bit confused.

“I didn’t know you knew so much about… Bible-y things.” Nova said, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Oh.. yes, I guess I just… never talked about it.” Nélida tensed slightly, her hands playing idly with Castle’s shoelaces.

“Are you Christian?” Keegan leaned forward, eager to know more about her. A small pregnant pause followed the question, broken by a shuddering breath Nélida took.

“…was.” She whispered. Nikto frowned, shuffling in his seat.

“Oh.. well, what is, or was maybe, your favorite Bible quote?” Nova frowned a little at Keegan’s question, eyes darting between his oblivious self and Nélida’s crisped expression.

Castle had put his book down, lips pursing at the tense atmosphere in the room. He let one of his big paw-like hands slowly come down to rest against Nélida’s nape, the weight reassuring.

Keegan, realizing his mistake, opened his mouth to apologize, before being cut off by the older woman.

“It..” she started, clearing her throat as her voice broke.

Nikto crouched down next to her, presenting his gloved hand, palm up, to her. Nélida took it, taking a deep breath, before starting to speak once more.

“It is… or was, perhaps, Isaiah 41:10." She admitted, clearing her throat once more.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Keegan started, before being cut off by Nélida throwing a small smile his way.

"It's fine, amor, you didn't know."

Silence reigned for a while, before Castle hummed.

"Well now, what do you all say we play a game, hmm? Anyone up for strip poker?"

As Nova got up to go take the cards, Nélida squeezed Nikto's hand in thanks and threw a grateful glance over her shoulder at her Captain.

~~~

Nélida prefered to be the big spoon when cuddling. She just liked that position better. But sometimes, she just wanted to be held, to feel like nothing could hurt her when she was safely cocooned in her lovers' arms.

Castle rumbled quietly, scratching at Nélida's scalp gently.

"What's bothering you so much, mamí?"

"...just.. memories.." The woman mumbled, her voice slightly muffled due to the fact that her face was burried in the older man's pecs.

"Wannna talk about it?" Castle gently asked, like she was a feral animal that was being cornered.

"...Perdí a mi bebé... Mi hijo- mi hijo sólo tenía dos años y- murió..." She erupted in cries, Nélida's body was wracked with sobs, the comforting weight of Castle's hands caressing her back seemingly ineffective.

"I prayed.. I prayed so fucking much-! And my s-son, my son still.. still-!" Nélida gasped breaths in as Castle grounded her, his voice in her ear telling her to breathe helping.

"Doctors said it was CNS tumors..that there was nothing they could do, that- that it was too late.. that I noticed it too late.."

"I just- I- I miss him so much.. I wondered, why God? Why my son?" Her voice broke on the last word, trailing off into whimpers and sniffles.

Castle hummed, pressing a kiss to Nélida's forehead. He didn't quite know what to say, but he knew that what Nélida had said had probably been weighing on her for quite some time.

It took a while for Nélida to calm down, her eyes puffy and red with her anguish.

"Thank you for listening.. I-.. it's probably not fair on you, but I really needed to talk about it.."

Castle smiled sadly, a thumb drying one of his mamí's tears.

"I know this was difficult to talk about, but I'm glad you let it off your chest, love. If you ever want to talk, know that I'm here. If you don't want to talk and just want someone to hold you, I'm also here." He said, gaining himself a wobbly smile.

"Thank you, Castle... I really appreciate it."

Thye both knew she would hide anything was wrong the next morning. That she would burry her feelings deep inside her heart until they rose to the surface again. But for now, they fell asleep. Tomorrow would be different.

"...Perdí a mi bebé... Mi hijo- mi hijo sólo tenía dos años y- murió..." : “…I lost my baby… My son- my son was only two and he-.. he died…”

~~~

Isaiah 41:10

“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

[cerealbishh]

"I just felt like a vulture, trying to tear out this pain! (...) And it's unclear to me at this point if this is even ethical... You know, I'm trying to make Vanessa cry. I'm trying to take her back to her trauma, and what if we lose?!"

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

"yes im so fine"

*researches whether i can get my hands on ipecac*

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

may 11, 2013 3:00 a.m. grant's old apartment

please, i know you're in there people are asking where you've been they say "have courage", and i'm trying to i'm right out here for you just let me in we only have each other it's just you and me what are we gonna do? 🎵

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

Abyss Stares Back Upcoming Spinoff Quote

“Starlight, we- we must confess something to you.”

“We have-have wronged you in an unforgivable way.” 

Wronged him? How? They had been nothing but the perfect mates! Doting and loving. Good fathers, good providers, excellent partners. 

“I don’t understand…” He admitted quietly, shaking his head. 

“We…we lied to you.”

“We told you an untruth, Sunrise.” Their voices were filled with complete and utter shame.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Embracing The Past

Maybe this is a bit random, but I think once Violet gets pregnant with Alexandria (and later Varina) she stops dying her hair. Sure she only dyed the ends of her hair, but she feels like she’s exposing herself and the babies (Alexandria then Varina) to unhealthy chemicals.

So, I expect she stops dying her hair shortly after finding out she’s pregnant with Alexandria, when she’s about 4-6 weeks in March 2014. Then she does not dye her hair again until after the stillbirth and her deep depression and mourning period ends (probably around September 2014).

She starts dyeing it again in September and October, as part of getting back to her old self. But it is around this time that her opinion on dyeing it changed, partly because Violet and Zach decided they would start trying for another baby after their wedding in October, so Violet was considering the impact of the dye on the future baby. But, she also realized that she didn’t need to dye her hair anymore.

The only reason she ever started dyeing it was to stop people from saying she looked like “the caramel version” of her mother (her mother had brunette hair and Violet’s was dirty blonde/caramel). Violet was using her hair as a way to run from the loss she’d experienced in her past.

She finally realized in losing Alexandria, in nearly leaving Zach, getting back together with him, and becoming pregnant with Varina, that she couldn’t run from her past anymore. She had to face it head on because even though it was hard it was all apart of her and the life she wouldn’t trade for anything.