#mention of infant death

[gallusrostromegalus]

Speaking of public health. What was the soul society reaction to the eradication of small pox like?

"You notice there's a lot less dead babies these days?" Iba asked in the middle of one morning's office work.

"Fewer dead babies." Komamura corrected without thinking. "Less is for things you measure by volume, fewer for things you count. We do not measure dead babies by volume."

"Oh. right." Iba nodded. "Yeah, that wouldn't be right."

After a moment, what his lieutenant actually said caught up with him. "Sorry- force of habit from living with a Librarian." Komamura shook his head and looked up from the monthly intake statistics analysis report, peering at Tetsuzaemon Iba through the narrow gap of his helmet. "What do you mean, fewer dead babies?"

"I dunno, it just occurred to me. When I started the academy in the 40's- right after the catastrophe- we did a student tour of the 7th division's recently deceased souls intake queue, remember?" Iba waved his hand leaning back in his chair, apparently uncertain of where he was going with this either, but articulating his thoughts.

"I believe so. I had just taken over from Captain Kotsubaki." Komamura nodded, patient. Chikane Iba was an excellent shinigami and had done a magnificent job running the third division, but she had a tendency to talk over and bulldoze her son, so Komamura had learned to be patient when the young man when he felt like he should share a thought.

"Yeah, yeah- Not gonna lie Boss, you scared the crap out of me back then." Tetsuzaemon laughed. "-But the thing that stuck out to me that day was just. The sheer number of Infants and little kids in the line. the guy giving us the tour- I think it was Old Ito, actually- He said that one in five babies in the living world didn't live to see their fifth birthday."

"An improvement even back then- it was one in three children when back when I started in the 1840s." Komamura nodded. "It's funny that I frightened you- Captain Aikawa apparently headhunted me for the 7th because Kaname told him about how the children at the library used to use me as playground equipment."

"Good grief." Iba blanched. "So, what, he threw you in the deep end with all the dead kids?"

"In Captain Aikawa's defense, I did volunteer to handle children's cases. As sad as a frightened infant is, it's infinitely preferable than dealing with the deceased who are angry."

Iba frowned, opened his mouth like he was about to object, reconsidered, closed it, considered further, rocking his head from side to side, and then nodded. "I- yeah, Yeah, that tracks."

"You were saying though?" Komamura laced his fingers in front of him, leaning forward to listen.

"Oh! Well- not as much these days but back then, every family had like seven and eight kids, you know? And I realized that, well- almost everyone I know has a dead sibling or two? Almost every mother lost a child- Gods know my mother's a basket case but even getting a cold could send her into fits. If something had happened to me when I was a tyke- I don't think she would have pulled through."

Komamura nodded enough for Iba to see his helmet tilt to indicate he as still listening.

"I- I don't actually know where I was going with this, but I was reading that report earlier and there's a note from Shita-san at the end that this is the first month we haven't had a kid under the age of five in the intake queue. Ever."

Komamura flipped though the pages of the report to read the hand-written note at the end. "That is excellent news!"

"Oh! Yeah! It's great!" Iba nodded enthusiastically. "It just- I don't know, I guess it just snuck up on me and I'm so used to hearing something went wrong I guess I don't quite know what to do with good news?" he shrugged.

Komamura pondered this for a moment. "Hm. Well. Take heart, to start. But I see what you mean- it's a tremendous achievement, but not one we contributed to, and a "No Dead Babies This Month" office party feels in poor taste at best."

"Oof, yeah- especially if next month there's an accident or something and there's a whole bunch in the queue." Iba nodded. He considered things for a moment.

"-What happened that there are le- fewer dead babies, actually?" Iba frowned. "-Whoever it is, it would be appropriate to toast them and make an offering in their name to the Gods of Good Fortune, I think. Also do more of whatever they did."

"That IS a good idea!" Komamura smiled under his helmet. Perhaps it was his training as a priest, but he did enjoy an offering of goodwill ceremony. Also, nobody would ask him to drink- just pour any alcohol he was offered on the statue of the relevant deity. "I think- It's probably in our statistics, if the tenth division doesn't have an idea already. Can you collect the cause of death data for young children for the last-"

He was interrupted by the thunderous footsteps of someone sprinting towards the office, immediately followed by a tall young woman with short white hair throwing the door open, red-faced and winded.

"THEY DID IT! THE MAD BASTARDS THEY DID IT!" She shouted with wild excitement.

"Isane-? Uh, Miss Kotetsu?" Iba flustered.

"Please keep your voice down-" Komamura said through gritted teeth, trying not to growl at being suddenly shouted at. "Who has-?"

He was interrupted by Miss Kotetsu bolting right up to his desk and shoving a newspaper into his face hard enough to actually wrap around his helmet in excitement.

"SMALLPOX! IT'S GONE!!" She shrieked with joy.

"-gone?" Iba asked, bewildered as Komamura gently took the newspaper from her and pulled it back to actually read it. It was a newspaper from the living world, dated that morning- someone had gone through some pains to get it back to the Seireitei at speed, but the news was worth it:

SMALLPOX IS DEAD!

"TOTALLY ERADICATED! EXTINCT! KAPUT! IT HAS CEASED TO BE!" She bounced excitedly. "IT IS AN EX-PANDEMIC!"

"So like. Nobody has it this year?" Iba tried.

"Nobody has it this year, or will ever have it again, if I'm reading this right." Komamura muttered in awe. "Thanks to an aggressive worldwide vaccination and disease protocol program, there have been no human cases of the disease for several years. Since there are no people infected, there is no way for the disease to come back..."

Both men stared into space, the news almost unbelievable.

"Well. That does explain the Less Dead Babies thing." Iba nodded.

"Fewer Dead Babies." Komamura and Isane corrected in unison.

"I mean yeah that sure is part of it because Smallpox was the number one killer of infants in the living world for a long time there, but there's a whole bunch of stuff that's really cut down on infant mortality in the last few decades in particular." Isane nodded.

"We were JUST Talking about that!" Iba said, excitedly. "-Good to know you guys in the fourth are keeping track of that, It was gonna take forever to pull out that data..."

"Oh, could you pull it out anyway Tetsu-kun?" She asked. "-That's most of why I came over- I mean, to share the good news first, but Unohana-Taicho is planning on using this to really push a widespread vaccination program in the Rukongai and having the numbers to back us up would be really helpful!"

"Oh! Uh, sure!" Iba blushed.

"...You know this young lady, Tetsu-Kun?" Komamura lightly teased.

Both of the young people twitched and bowed to him, pointing at each other and speaking at once.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sir, I'm fourth division third seat Isane Kotetsu, i just know Iba because we were in the same class at the academy-" She babbled.

"-this is Isane Kotetsu, she's the smartest person I know and she saved my life from a lizard one time!" He waved excitedly.

"...That lizard was not going to kill you." She sighed, covering her face in embarrassment. "-I mean, if you developed a sepsis infection from the contaminated wound it might have made you very ill but that would take weeks and we have antibiotics for that, the lizard itself wasn't all that dangerous."

"It was INSIDE my LEG!" Iba gestured to his right thigh.

Komamura slowly tilted his whole torso sideways at Iba, hoping that sentence might make more sense at a forty-five degree angle. "...How?"

"I. Uh." Iba stopped, realizing his story was maybe not one he should be telling his boss. "I was. um. Out camping with the lads back when I was in the 11th, and a lizard climbed into my cot and I was. not totally awake and thought someone was trying to cop a feel and well you know, that's behavior you respond to with force so I rolled over and tried to stab the intruder's hand and. Uh. Missed."

Komamura continued to stare at him blankly.

"There was. screaming. lotta flailing, blood, general mayhem sort of thing. And in the confusion the Lizard.... climbed. inside the hole. In my leg. Sir." Iba explained, slowly crumpling behind his desk.

Komamura sighed deeply.

"-but Miss Isane was right there and actually kicked Ikkaku halfway across the camp because he was trying to lure it out with a Banana and generally being useless and she just grabbed that sucker and ripped him right outta there and had the wound packed and sealed in less than a minute and I even got to finish doing boot camp!" He rallied, cheerfully waving at Isane in hopes of distracting his captain with how cool she was.

"...What happened to the lizard?" Komamura asked, warily eyeing her through the gap in his helmet.

"Oh! He was really, really human acclimated and sneaked into my medkit rather than go back into the wild, so Harry lives a very spoiled lizard life in a terrarium in my room at home! Though it's actually my sister's room now but he still gets all the mango and smashed beetles he can eat!" Isane nodded cheerfully.

"You named a lizard. Harry?" Komamura asked slowly.

"...Iba-san named him, actually." She blushed.

"Ironically!" Iba protested. "I'm only mostly stupid, sir."

Komamura sighed deeply and once again regretted that his disguise would not let him rub his face as needed. "Alright. Thank you for the announcement, Miss Kotetsu. We will get that data to you in a timely manner- was there anything else you needed"

"Oh gosh, there was something else, what was it-?" She tapped her chin, trying to remember.

There was the distant sound of explosives, and all three of them turned to see what looked like midday fireworks going off at the 4th.

"Oh Right! Unohana-taicho requests your presence at the 4th as. Um. 'Designated Non-Drinker and Unarmed Combat Specialist' because the party was getting kind of wild when I left actually-"

Komamura sighed, and picked up Tenken from his stand and started tying the zanpaktou to his belt anyway.

---

The following morning, a small party arrived at the local shrines to The Gods Of Good Fortune, bearing offerings on behalf of the living world's World Health Organization and the handful of names they'd been able to glean from the living world newspapers, and nursing varying degrees of of hangover.

Komamura lead the party, having gotten them up at a slightly malicious 5AM to be there first thing in the morning. Tetsuzaemon and his friends from the 11th he insisted come along and 'suffer with me, as my sworn brothers' were quite pained but doing their best to hold it together.

Shunsui was a veteran of this nonsense and was hiding the pain very well behind his longtime party companions, Ukitake and Unohana, who seemed so extraordinarily cheerful that Komamura had to conclude that they were both still significantly chemically altered. He couldn't fault Unohana- they were faint and only visible on the rare occasions she let her hair down, but just below her left ear there was still the faint divot scars from surviving her own infection.

Isane had celebrated just as hard as the 11th Division lads, but had also had the good sense to alternate beer and water and take both aspirin and some sort of horrible pink goop that apparently relieved nausea before passing out under a table and had woken up only slightly groggy.

Komamura's new friend Harry the Lizard- a remarkably loquacious and quick-witted reptile -had taken up residence inside his helmet, lightly intoxicated on the cocktail fruits people had kept feeding him, and was politely nestled in the thick fur of his neck to ward off the morning cold.

The rituals of gratitude for this miracle, and asking the Gods to bless those who had worked so hard went smoothly, and Komamura couldn't help but notice when he turned around that Miss Kotetsu had opted to lean on the shoulder of 'Tetsu-kun'.

It was not often Komamura started the day with the feeling that everything would turn out alright, but as he watched Tetsuzaemon cautiously but gracelessly take Isane's hand and her squeeze it back on the way back down from the shrine, he felt like the feeling might stay this time.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach fanfiction #bleach #sajin komamura #tetsuzaemon iba #isane kotetsu #long post #infant death mention #disease mention #injury mention #it's funny I promise

[ashleybenlove]

"I didn't marry you for your cooking."

This fucking line.

Wouldn't it be hilarious if she was already pregnant when they got married?

(Yes, with Hiccup. Though I'm firmly of the opinion that Hiccup was not the only pregnancy they had. Just the only one to make it out of infancy.)

#ashleybenlove posts #how to train your dragon #httyd2 #miscarriage mention #infant death tw #It just feels SO LIKELY

[quitealotofsodapop]

Out of Context LMK "The Monkey King and the Infant" AU memes I made cus its too warm to write rn

A lot of these are shitposting, but also spoilers for events in my upcoming fic so I put them under read more:

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk meme #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #death mention tw #lmk shadowpeach au #shadowpeach #lmk theories

[tsukana]

im so in love w/this narration of the scene and description of maomao as a beast with its prey in its claws.

also interesting (extended bit after this paragraph) is that the novel DOESN'T have a line pointing out that the poisonous face powder is also what killed Consort Lihua's son like both the manga and the anime ended up including! I do honestly prefer the inclusion of the line though - it gives greater weight to the impact of the scene/getting the message into the lady in waitings head abt exactly how fucked the poison powder thign is and like. still using it on lady lihua.

novel passage / manga panel:

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #knh ln #knh lb #infant death mention #<- canonical amts #tsu liveblogs #knh vol1

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for "ruining" a "perfect" world to make it better?

(Tw for mention of child death)

I, (M), lived in a world where everything was controlled. Weather, terrain, everyday language, ages, and everything is completely controlled. All fruits look the same. Color doesn't exist. Animals don't exist. Everyone is forced to be the same as everyone else.

Every year, there is a ceremony where everyone born in a certain year get one year older. The last one is the Ceremony of Twelves. The Ceremony of Twelves is when people receive an Assignment (a career) for the rest of their life until they either become Old, or are Lost.

I recently completed the Ceremony of Twelves, and instead of getting Assigned, I got Selected. I was selected to become a Receiver of Memory. The Receiver of Memory is a very rare selection, and there is only one in the community. It is he who trains his successor. However, it is a very lonely position too. And it comes with so much pleasure, but also so much pain.

The previous Receiver was to be my mentor. He told me to call him The Giver, so that is what I will refer to him as from now on.

In his care, I learned so much that nobody else knew or likely would know. I learned about all these things. Snow, colors, music, elephants, love. So much.

But I also learned about pain. Blood, sunburn, war, starvation, it was too much for anyone to handle. I wasn't the first one to think about leaving my position. The last person to be selected for this role left and caused so much damage to the community.

I found out that there was so much control over this world that if someone had twins, the smaller one would be Released. But instead of happily being adopted by another community, they were killed. I couldn't stand all the knowledge I had gained and I broke down in tears. I did not want to go home, as my father was the one who did it. He didn't know, but anger was blinding me.

I stayed with the Giver for the night. We developed a plan for me to leave the community and hopefully change things so much that life would be more like it was before Sameness. It was a great plan.

But then it went wrong.

I had to leave. A Newchild that my familyunit was taking care of that I had grown a liking to had been scheduled for Release. I had to leave that night.

In doing so, I had to leave everyone behind. My friends, my family, my community. I had to leave them with the memories or pain and suffering, but also the ones of color and love and music. I had also committed multiple offenses, such as stealing food and a bike, and leaving a dwelling at night. And I had taken the child too. I'm currently traveling with the child and almost out of food. Planes have stopped searching for us.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #INFANT DEATH MENTION #child death mention

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)

bonus mordecai balling

#lackadaisy #not exactly Necessarily intentional but like oh you don't say #something something liking patterns & order; though that overlaps w/the like fastidiousness that's just tied to backstory #but that even when picking up that particular trait he was apparently always Peculiar in the deemed Not Personable Way #like oh you don't say #can't really even truly hone in on 9000 murders/day when like. everyone's blowing people away out here. ya gotta #or certainly other people are doing it too lol. mordecai's Mostly differentiated from anyone else's hitmanning by demeanor/affect #and that demeanor/affect has everyone going sicko mode antagonizing him while he's decidedly just sitting there #like oh you don't say....epic mood re: the [how would mordecai approach being tasked with infant childcare] joke #held a baby once maybe twice and both times an exercise in simply like ah christ don't drop this thing countdown to passing it along #great minicomic lmao found in the uhh. gallery under....mini comics; penultimate one w/the baby cat jimmy carter as pictured as thumbnail #supporting his mystery contributions too....gotta be for real abt mitzi not shooting anyone but sure he may have noscoped atlas #though maybe also he did not; but we know they have some secret concerning atlas; even probably involving his death.... #vaguely wondering if atlas got whatever warning about [mystery thorn in marigold's side] as asa sweet mentions over that brunch #and perhaps would have chosen to back out of the business but mitzi was not about that & would arrange a Murder to inherit lackadaisy.... #but mordecai would have to have some reason to go along with that. Maybe as an out for working for atlas forever; but now he's at marigold #not exactly that different yet [themes re: The Other Paths Are Closed To You Forever for everyone out here] #while it might also be true that he left for marigold to try to figure out what's going on over there from the inside; as suggested.... #and whatever he's got going on he's Very Motivated about it as per the most recent comic pages. bold moves #anyways another accidentally autistic cat out here. for april. always a classic lol fr everyone leave him alone or else shoot at him yknow #i do support the mordecai & the savoys dream team there. reiterating i think nicodeme espesh could/should be the like surprise bestie & etc

[mushroom-for-art]

Ghost Ice type first stage bunny pokemon thingy I designed, not a free to use design nor concept ect, still workshopping the name hence the different name options around, ft regular and shiny, probably won't design an evo tho so forever baby

They're a baby bunny who froze to death that's basically their whole deal didn't develop all their fur a naked little grey sausage that died when it got too cold because they weren't in the nest or mom wasn't there idk Hisuian Zoroark inspired of course with the ghostly fluff except that gained ice type because they are frigid to the touch. Dark paws based off of a Ultraviolet redesign with his extremities darkened because yea ur fingers probably blacken off first same to the ear tips and a pale underbelly because it's cute. A dark morbid concept yea but I kinda needed to make it. Could also just be a hisuian inspired Eevee if I get lazy since a friend suggested they did look that way and honestly banger not wrong

Morbunny from morbid and bunny cause they're dead that's pretty morbid also probably mortician work with the dead

Bunnearly as a sort of parallel to Buneary a nearly bunny because they died weird idk convergent evolution/similar naming must have been a cruel scientist

Bunise from bunny and demise

Lagumise lagu from the scientific term for rabbit and demise

Lagution rabbit execution I'm pretty sure it was

Lagusis rabbit rigamortis

#my art #pokemon #Fakemon #My fakemon design #Not free to use #Obviously if you wanna make your own dead ghost bunny go ahead just don't steal this design #I have my reasons for making this #Tw mentions of death #Tw infant mortality #Tw standard pokemon lore

[faraway-monsters]

Just a quick question, but how did kel died? 

//Content Warning: infant mortality

His death isn't as spectacular as Mari's. Sometimes, things just go wrong.

#cw stillborn mention #cw death #cw infant death #faraway monsters blog #monstermori #omori au #omori #art #digital art #omori kel #its my au and i get to choose the character development

[mesperyiandevotee]

@hetahorrorweek belated Day 3: Experiment | Needles

My work finally has wifi, so later I'll post what I have for day... 5? The one for the prompt "prisoner".

But for "poison" and "hunter and prey" it looks like they'll end up long bcoz I'm making them Snow White and Red Riding Hood retellings respectively :( so my fic for "prisoner" will be my last submission for the event sorry OTL

#hetahorror23 #pruger #germancest #cw human experiments #cw mpreg #cw infant death mention #nsft

[aqueerpolysocialist]

This fully makes me want to scream. This is one of a number of cases in relatively recent NHS history that to me seem to all trace back to some combination of underfunding and bad management structure / workplace culture.

This is from the inquest into the death in 2020:

(not sure why but the document is very closely cropped when it opens for me - see alt text if you're having readability issues)

Now obviously we have some clear clinical mistakes to point to here but the actual neglect is being caused by the unit being understaffed - they were 6 midwives short at the time - and the fact that the management culture discouraged nurses from challenging doctors when they had concerns.

It gets worse. We learn thanks to an anonymous whistleblower that this NHS Trust had most definitely known for almost a year that the nursing staff had massive, materially demonstrable concerns about their ability to provide adequate care under the conditions they were being asked to work with.

This is from the Prevention of Future Death report produced by the coroner. This is so damning. This is what happens when you have a management culture that does not respect workers! We see this time and time again in every sector; if you don't listen to what workers are telling you then you are making that workplace unsafe, whether for the workers or for the people using that service or product. Specifically in the medical sector, I would refer anyone interested to Jane McAlevey's writing on her time organising healthcare unions in the US, which references better sources than I can find off the cuff for unionised hospitals providing better patient outcomes.

And what is our institutional response to this incident? Well this is why I want to scream. An £800,000 fine that the presiding judge specifically notes will have to come out of money that would otherwise be spent on patient care. Because apparently we can't get our heads out of the capitalist mindset that caused this tragedy in the first place. What are the problems? Bad management culture and understaffing. How will we punish this to create change? Take money away!

How is this supposed to make things better? How are patients going to have improved care? How are nurses going to have the time to give proper attention to their patients when one midwife in this case specifically stated that she had concerns but had not been able to find the time to fill out the relevant form to report those concerns?

I want to SCREAM.

#uk nhs #national health service #tw death mention #tw child loss #tw infant death #capitalism #wynter andrews #uk #uk politics #nhs

[quitealotofsodapop]

[causes the spiders to silently agree to send one of their own (Spindrax)]

Ooh! Spindrax! Is she gonna survive what LBD does to the Spiders? New daughter?

referencing: Bai He is not having fun

Spindrax the Biker Spider:

Spindrax is a biker much like in her original concept and a racing rival to Mei. She's also the youngest of the clan, meaning that the Spider Gang knew that if something happened to any of them, she could make it far away & fast enough to be spared.

She considers the Spider Gang her family (is likely even adopted by them), and saw her new mission to track the Monkie Gang as a great chance to show off her strength/worth to them. Not realizing that part of the reason she was sent ahead and out of the lair was to make sure LBD and the Mayor couldn't get their hands on her...

In this alternate version of "72 Transformations" MK turned himself tiny in order to try find & extract Bai He from the sewers (honestly not knowing if it would bring LBD with him, he just wanted his baby sister back). Him and the Spider Gang immediately agree that LBD is bad news, and MK leaves them with the mech if they agree to protect his little sister even if something happens to them. Before MK leaves, each spider wraps a length of their silk as a... "safety precaution" around his wrist- a secretive Spider Demon ritual they reluctantly entrust him with.

Spider Queen: "You don't expect me to give my One Strand to a common monkey thief do you!?" Huntsman: "What other choice do we have? Whether or not you trust the boy, him and his friends are the only ones who can perform the ritual in our absence." Goliath: "And you dont want Spindrax to be left alone, do you?" Spider Queen: "Of course not! But I wouldn't let my little princess go anywhere near-!" Huntsman: "Then trust the boy. He's strong enough for it. And not him, then his allies." Spider Queen: *grumbles and gives MK a strangely strong but thin strand of silk formed from her own magic* "Don't make me regret this, boy... But give these to Spindrax the second you cross paths again!" MK, very confused and grossed out: "Umm... ok, ew eww! Why are you all giving me your butt-rope?" Syntax (not a born spider demon): "I haven't a clue, but have mine too I guess?" Huntsman: "You'll learn of their purpose once you enter Diyu." MK & Syntax, unsure who Huntsman's responding to: "M'kay..."

Later as Spindrax is silently tracking the gang as theyre training in the desert outisde Megapolis; she feels a Spidey Sense of grief go down her spine. She isn't sure why.

Until the Bone Mech appears...

She quickly does a GTA-style motorcycle speedrun onto the ship to join the Monkie Gang. To the joy of Mei (cus her "#Biker Bestie!" is here) and to the distrust of the rest of the gang. Save for MK who already knew that the Spider Gang were afraid of LBD. Spindrax is immediately taken under Sandy's wing for her mechanical prowess,

Spindrax also has her vunerable moments with the gang...

Spindrax, leaning against the ship's engine, looking very glum: "Hey, tuk-tuk boy. What was the last thing they said to you? Spider Queen and all of them, I mean. Did any of them... mention me?" MK: "Huh? Oh yeah! They told me to give you their butt rope." *hands her the lengths of silk* Spindrax, trying to hide her watery eyes as she accepts it: "Then they knew... they knew she was gonna..." *breaks down crying* MK, in immediate big-brother mode: "Hey hey... it's ok... What do you mean they knew?" Spindrax: "According to spider demon lore, a single strand of silk can be used by their clan mates to find them in Diyu once they've passed on. It's tradition to give your One Strand to your surviving clan mates if you know that your death is approaching." MK: "Oh..." Spindrax: "Yeah." *sad laugh* "I guess Lady Bone Demon has taken from both of our families then..." MK: "...and like us, you'll get yours back. I promise." Spindrax, still sad but much brighter: "...you're corny as hell, dude."

The lore of the spider silk comes from a certain Buddist fairytale. It comes very much in handy later on when the gang find themselves somewhere... infernal.

#lmk spider gang #lmk spindrax #lmk s2 spoilers #lmk spider queen #lmk huntsman #lmk goliath #lmk syntax #the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #death mention tw #lmk au #qi xiaotian #lmk character ideas #lmk tmkati au story events

[batkidsandco]

Sons of the Bat

(this fic was inspired by a fic prompt by @batmanfan6)

Summary: Bruce learns that he has more than one biological child.

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Selina Kyle, Clark Kent, Diana Prince

Bruce stared at the screen unblinking. This couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible. ‘Bruce,’ Superman said his voice wavering a little. ‘Do you realise what this means?’ Bruce nodded. The file on the screen was clear. Conner hadn’t been the first human/kryptonian hybrid clone Lex had made. Just the first using his own DNA. The first clone had been only a toddler when they were removed from the pod. The file went on to say how the child showed no kryptonian traits. How they were to be disposed of in the woods. But something had gone wrong and the boy’s would be killer was forced to hide and watch as a young couple appeared from among the trees. The couple had taken the boy back with them to show him to the other circus folk. But what had really made Bruce stop and stare was the second file listing the DNA sources used to create the boy. The first of course simply read Superman. The second name was Bruce Wayne. ***

‘You can’t be serious.’ Dick groaned his head in his hands. ‘I mean you can’t seriously think that file was real.’ ‘I did have my suspicions, so I ran a quick DNA test, and they both came back positive. You have Kryptonian DNA.’ Dick looked up at him his expression clear that he knew there was more. ‘You also share DNA with me.’ Bruce finished. Dick ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. ‘This makes no sense. First of all why would Lex use your DNA?’ ‘I’m not sure. My best guess is he thought I child sharing Brucie’s DNA would be easy to manipulate. After all he’s not the smartest guy around.’ Dick nodded. ‘But I don’t have any powers. Conner has some so surely I would to?’ ‘Not necessarily. There may be many factors deciding whether or not you’d develop certain powers or none at all. And besides I don’t think it’s true you inherited nothing.’ Dick’s frown depend. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well your hearing has always been a little on the sensitive side. And whenever I took you to get your vaccines the nurse would have trouble getting the needle through your skin. But I’d never really thought anything of it before.’ Dick turned his head so he was facing the floor again. For a moment both men were silent, unsure what to say next. ‘I can’t believe my parents weren’t really…’ ‘No,’ Bruce cut in before he could finish. ‘You might not have been related to them biologically but John and Mary will always be your parents. They raised you, and a huge part of the man you are today is because of them.’ Dick nodded and smiled at him a little. ‘Thanks Bruce. Though I suppose I should start calling you dad.’ ‘Only if you want to.’ *** Bruce found Diana alone in one of the Watch towers many corridors staring down at the earth. Unsure what to say he stood and watched her as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. ‘Do you still think about him?’ she asked breaking the silence. ‘Sometimes.’ Bruce admitted. ‘I’m sorry all this is bringing it all back.’ She shook her head. ‘No it’s fine. I’ve learned to live with it.’ Bruce nodded and turned his attention to the window. It had been nineteen years but it felt like only yesterday. Not many knew that he and Diana had once had a child together. Only the original Justice League members and Alfred. They’d had a boy and he’d been perfect. At least for the month they’d had him. *** ‘No human should be that strong.’ The words rang inside Bruce’s head. Supergirl was right no human should be that strong. No ordinary human. He stared at the files in front of him. Two boys had been born on August 16th at Gotham general hospital. The wrong form had been attached to the wrong cot. Two boys had gone home with the wrong mothers. One boy had died a month later from cot death. The second had lived until he was fifteen. Bruce collapsed into his chair. It seemed Jason Todd had died twice. *** Jason’s silence unnerved Bruce more than the expected yelling ever could. Bruce had made sure to tell him outside, where there wasn’t anything for the boy to hurl at his head. But now he was starting to wonder of that had been at all necessary. ‘Is this a joke?’ Jason asked his voice catching. ‘I mean I know you have a weird sense of humour but wow.’ ‘It’s no joke.’ ‘Does. Does Diana know?’ Bruce nodded. ‘I’ve talked to her already. She wants to talk things over with you. I told her only if you want to.’ Jason nodded. ‘I do. Want to that is.’ *** Bruce wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he’d told Selina. But he was sure it wasn’t for her to burst into tears. ‘I’m so sorry she sobbed.’ She hadn’t known what else to do. Batman had been off planet with the League. They’re relationship hadn’t developed past the odd bit roof top, fun. She hadn’t learnt his real name, didn’t know who he was outside of Batman. She had almost changed her mind at one point. But the Drake’s had swooped in and adopted her baby before she could. *** This time Bruce wasn’t alone when he delivered the news. Selina had insisted on being there and now sat perched on the arm of his chair. Tim looked from one to the other as if waiting for one of them to crack up. But besides a small smile from Selina that seemed more nervous than anything there was nothing. ‘Why didn’t you say anything sooner?’ he asked her. ‘Why now. Why not the moment Bruce adopted me.’ ‘Because I was scared.’ She admitted. ‘Because I was a coward.’ She swallowed and shifted nervously. ‘I hope you’ll forgive me for that one day.’ Tim shook his head. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. You did what was best at the time. I’m just glad I actually got to meet you.’ Selina smiled at him, stood up and opened her arms for a hug. For a brief second Tim paused before going over to her and wrapping his arms around her. Bruce was about to leave them to it when Selina pulled him into their hug. *** Bruce stood back as he watched as Damian pointed at the brightly coloured birds, excitedly telling Cass all about them. The others were using that weekend to bond with their mothers, or in Dick’s case his second dad. Well technically he was meeting with the entire Kent clan, at their bi-annual family potluck. It would be the first time he’d interacted with Lois as his stepmother. Or Conner and John as his little brothers. It would also be his first time meeting his grandparents. Diana hadn’t said what she would be doing with Jason as she wanted it to be a surprise. Though Bruce had a strong feeling he knew what this surprise would entail. Despite the fact they lived in the same city and not too far from each other at that Selina had insisted that Tim stay over so they could have a whole day together. Bruce looked at his watch and saw it was nearly 2pm. Around now the two would be going for lunch, both were late eaters. If Tim remembered to eat at all that was. *** Bruce looked at the paper and smiled a little. The papers had jumped on the story that his adopted sons were his biological children. Though they had to tweak a few details. For Tim it had been easy no lies were really necessary. It was no secret that Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle snuck off together during various charity events and had done for years.  They just kept quiet about the details as to when and where under the guise of privacy. Jason had taken a bit of tweaking but eventually they were able to come up with something believable. As with Tim they kept it close to the truth with some minor tweaks. A report or two might have gone missing in the process of making it more believable. Dick had been harder to explain. It would be easiest to say that he was his son but they didn’t know who his mother was. Only several of Clark’s journalist buddies had clocked that something was going on. They’d already figured out that his oldest Conner was also related to Lex Luthor, which had started a rumour that one of them was trans. Eventually they’d decided to tell the truth, that Dick was Bruce and Clark’s son and no they would not elaborate. The internet forums were full of people trying to figure if both the months leading up to Dick and Damian’s births had coincided with one of his impromptu trips abroad or not. In the picture the four stood arms around each other smiling at the camera. Writing under the photo read:  Pictured From left to right; Richard Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Prince and Timothy Kyle-Wayne.

#ficlet #fanfic #au #batman #batfamily #dc #DC comics #bruce wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Selina Kyle #Diana Prince #clark kent #wonderbat #batcat #superbat #(implied) #attempted child murder #mentions of infant death #long post

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for telling my girlfriend I care about her in a way that she didn't like?

I (60??M) am at the top of my field, and my second-in-command is also my girlfriend S (late 40's?F) with whom I've been since she was 20. So we're pretty much tight-knit: we sleep together, we eat together, we work together, have been for years. First I worked with her father, then when he died I took over his job and she took over mine.

The jobs we have are heavy with responsibilities: from what we decide, on different levels (basically, i take the big decisions and do diplomatic/PR work, and she manages the day-to-day stuff) can depend the lives of everyone under us but also about four times the people we are directly responsible for.

Once you've got that context, here comes:

Lately, I've been noticing some distance in my girlfriend and I's relationship: when she said she wanted to have more children (we have two wonderful, healthy kids and two other who died at birth or in their infancy), I said she totally could have more but I just wouldn't be present because I'm very busy, which I think is a totally reasonable response, but she just decided then unilaterally that she wouldn't have more children because I apparently didn't want any more children??? (girl i said I was fine with it!); at another point, she invited a friend over because the friend had been attacked and our place was closer than hers. I said the friend could stay but I wouldn't give them my first aid kit. She went behind my back to not only get her friend medical care but also to get her back home by getting another friend to pick her up! Despite me saying multiple times I didn't want her friends over! At some other point, while we were arguing, our pregnant daughter (~20) got afraid she was going to have a miscarriage and S got the absolute galls to say our daughter's anxiety was my fault for yelling in front of her, even when it was revealed she wasn't having a miscarriage, just cramps! A bit later, during a work meeting with her sister and two of her sister's colleagues (her sister, L, is head of her branch but still directly under us both) she decided to take the side of her sister over me, even when I'm the one who was right and also, like, her boyfriend and her boss!

Ever since her wounded friend left and we argued about her sister and all, she's been giving me the cold shoulder, always going outside for her work even if i know she doesn't have to be in every outing! It's like she doesn't even care that I know she's giving me the cold shoulder! Plus, there's recently been cases of some kind of flu variant inside our social circles, with our son-in-law taken ill recently, and S pretends that her friends I don't like know how to treat it, as if that wasn't some kind of trick to force me to let her spend time with them! Then our daughter went into early labour, our son-in-law died of his sickness while in the birthroom, and one of their children died at birth, too. Our daughter has PPD and my girlfriend is super worried.

Anyway, one of her friends is pregnant too, but they're squatting an uninhabited lot that belonged to no one until it was bought like two days ago by my nephew, who wants to put a family he knows in that place. To be clear, the friend is very heavily pregnant, and the family is not homeless or anything and there's no urgency, but my nephew's been asking me to intervene for a while so I ordered S to take a bunch of people and scare her friends away. She was cross about that so I told her she clearly cared for about those weird friends than about her real family and real friends.

She brought a freaking nurse to help the pregnant friend, as if i hadn't specifilcaly forbidden any contact with them except to scare them away, and then the guys my nephew and myself had sent arrived and there was kind of a riot inside the squatter's place. Part of a wall collapsed, S's sister L died, as well as the pregnant lady (she'd given birth like five minutes earlier and her child survived but honestly i want nothing to do with it) and S was put in a coma. When she woke up, I crashed into the room and told her I didn't hold her accountable for everything that had gone wrong, and all she found to say was that she was going to miss her sister? As if that was my fault she'd died??? Like, didn't she see I was being super nice?

Anyway, AITA for apparently picking the wrong moment or wrong way to tell my GF I liked her???

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #infant death mention

[marsixm]

i swear my boss and i were having a who can say the weirdest thing contest conversation yesterday where he said the shopping baskets were “fucking and making babies” bc its valentine’s day and then getting from point A to point B i admitted when i wrap flowers at work i feel like im wrapping a dead baby for a funeral in much the same way that hoisting a laundry basket on one’s hip activates a deep sense memory of being a medieval peasant woman carrying potatoes from the market

#um #infant death ment cw #infant death mention #i feel like i should tag this even tho i’m not talking abt anything specific #i cant tell anymore if this is something anyone else finds funny or if i really need to go right for the diary more often gjfkfhfkd sorry

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Year 1661

TW/CW: Death Mention, Infant Death

The start of the year was largely uneventful until the Morosini girls celebrated their birthday making them officially teenagers. It was little surprise that time had only bolstered Orsa's love for the outdoors while the oceanic views of Tartosa only drew in Orelia's heart further. While the girls were still close it was blatantly obvious to everyone that if they had a say, it was only a matter of time before they parted ways but considering how young they were and that that time had not yet come, they pushed thoughts of the future from their minds.

Orelia tried to get into caring for the garden to try and connect with her family but she found it more of a chore than anything. It felt that the more she tried to connect with her family the more distant she felt. Her sisters, Orsa and Osana, when she had the time to spare, waxed poetic about true love and dreams of marrying a wealthy nobleman while Orelia couldn't imagine dreaming of marrying some guy and being like her mother though she did understand that her sisters did hope for a life of partnership and a gaggle of kids... her mother related in the sense that Giulia figured that her young daughter simply was too young to fancy that but Orsa and Osana had wanted that kind of life for years and she didn't... would it come with time like her mother theorized? Did she even want it to or did she just want to feel closer to her sisters again?

Olivia continued to be a rather independent child which was nice for Giulia and Giovanni since it gave them the time to be alone and reconnect after so many ups and downs through the years.

Though perhaps they connected too well as Giulia learned that she was expecting once again. Giuliano wasn't exactly stoked to be a brother again but he also didn't mind either way. Olivia was excited but she didn't quite understand what it meant to have a baby sibling being the youngest herself.

It seemed that the year was a good time for babies in Tartosa as Felicita also revealed that she was expecting as well a few weeks later. While Giulia expected her child to arrive sometime towards the end of the year, Felicita figured hers would arrive at the start of the next.

Unfortunately things were not all well in the family as a couple months after the fact, Giulia received news that her nephew from her brother had passed away in March. She took solace in her six healthy children while she prayed for her brother and his wife to fare well in spite of their loss.

With Giulia's pregnancy progressing she came to terms with expecting her ninth child and actually began to look forward to having a new baby in her arms though she did continue to pray that this would be the last. She found it a humorous twist of fate that at the start of her marriage she had hoped for a child but now eight kids in, she was hoping to be done.

Still as her stomach grew she felt pangs of guilt that she had been so fortunately blessed while her brother had just recently lost his firstborn.

More worryingly though was the state of the garden. The plants were growing but the yields were pitiful with scarcely enough for the family let alone to sell for taxes and payments. The little money Osana was bringing home was being used to supplement the family home at this point. With Giuliano growing old as well, Giulia worried about the future and finding the funds for their unmarried daughters to have dowries. Did they sacrifice their other daughter's futures for Orsolina? Surely if they hadn't paid the extravagant price to marry into nobility they could have found matches for the rest... Giulia ran over the numbers in her mind and yet she remained grateful that at least the twins seemed fine with waiting for a match rather than not wanting to wait like Osana.

In fact, Osana seemed enamored with her younger sister and while Giulia wanted her daughter to have the life she wished for, she wished that her second born would stop wanting to rush into the future as she overheard her telling her sister that she was eager to marry and have her own kids for her sister and unborn sibling to play with.

Giovanni was delighted to spend time with his youngest as his older kids began to branch out from wanting his affections. Olivia might have been independent but she still enjoyed being doted on.

The older kids still took lessons with Tala which only made Olivia want to grow up more. For Orelia, the mutual dislike of lessons she shared with her siblings was at least one commonality they all shared. Though they did laugh a bit at how eager their little sister was to join them when they found it to be such a bore.

Of the siblings, Giuliano and Olivia proved to be rather close as Giuliano found it hard to hear his sisters, not Orelia, talking about the boys in town or in the Collari Manor, and Olivia was more than happy to talk about whatever he did since she practically idolized her big brother. Though that was likely since they had a smaller age gap.

Giulia went into labor in late December, later than she thought she would since she had noticed that each baby had come a little sooner than the last aside from the twins who obviously came early.

Just a few days before the year ended on December 29th, Giulia delivered her a fourth son who was named after his father and late brother as well as doubled with another name for himself, Giovanni Cesare Morosini.

#Giulia Morosini #Giovanni Morosini #Felicita Ludovici #Sylas Ludovici #Osana Morosini #Orsa Morosini #Orelia Morosini #Leonardo Ludovici #Giuliano Morosini #Veniera Ludovici #Tala Ludovici #Olivia Morosini #Giovanni Cesare Morosini #The Carlisle Chronicles #Decades Legacy Challenge #tw death mention #tw infant death #cw death mention #cw infant death #1661 #1660s #ts4

[thestressedsimmer]

Despite the fact that her heart was shattered by losing her daughter, Elanor still had a little boy to take care of. Today he was becoming an infant and she was not going to allow him to be neglected because of the devastating loss.

Even at his young age, he probably felt it more strongly than any of them. She was his twin.

#tw: infant death mention #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 ultimate decades challenge #ultimate decades challenge #udc #morbid's ultimate decades challenge #windenberg #1314 #1314 windenberg #despenser family