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can you do uzui x reader where yn hade a miscarriage and is in a depressive state thank you
Miscarry
Uzui Tengen x fem!Reader
ANGST, mentions of miscarriage, implied relationship with the other 3 wives, mentions of depression/depressive thoughts, mentions of blood.
First person pov
The day was crisp and the air was fragrant with the smell of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms. It was a perfect day to go walking around the large estate that my husband and my wives and I live at. I’m currently four months pregnant with a baby. All of us are excited for them. I’m the first one of the girls to get pregnant by Lord Tengen. He’s been such a caring husband to be over the course of these four months. I know I have sometime to go, but I’m already so in love with them.
The sun was beginning to set and the vibrant colors of the day were shining through like a glorious painting. I always loved the sunset it made me appreciate the day before the night. For night was when the demons come, but my husband is a hashira, so I have nothing for fear. He was not home and neither were my wives at the moment. The only ones here were me and our housekeeper that my husband payed to stay over to keep and eye on me. Her name was She’s an older woman who has been working for us for a few years. She’s had children of her own and had even given me a few tips for when my child comes to this world. So I was thankful for her being there with me.
I began walking back to my beautiful home when our cat Mochi ran underneath my feet causing me to trip. Using my reflexes I caught myself before I fell on my stomach but the fall was still painful because I fell on the sharp rocks that lay around my house.
“Damn cat, you’re lucky you’re cute and I love you.” I exclaimed to Mochi
“Lady Y/N are you alright?” Mrs. Misaki exclaimed as she ran down the steps to help me up.
“I’m quite alright the cat ran underneath my feet, but I caught myself.” I assured her
“I’m very glad you caught yourself, but you need to be more careful.” She sternly told me as her hand touched my belly gently.
“Yes Mrs. Misaki I promise I will.” I said smiling at her protectiveness.
“Come on in I made us dinner.” She said as she began walking to the house with her hand holding mine.
We walked hand in hand into the home. She promptly sat me down and told me she’d be right back with dinner. I asked her if I could help as she was and older woman and I am still able to do things without it being difficult for me. She told me that I’m doing enough just by carrying the child. I thanked her for her kindness and watched her walk into the kitchen. A few moments later she returned with our food of rice, seaweed soup, and stewed chicken. We have thanks and began eating our food. I began to feel slightly ill, but I dismissed that because being pregnant has been throwing me off lately.
“Lady Y/N, you look pale I think it’s best that you go get some rest.” Mrs. Misaki suggested in a motherly tone.
“As good as this food is, I think you’re right.” I sighed
“Let me help you up dear. And don’t worry about the food, I can heat it up for you later.” She spoke with a smile.
She then got up and helped me out of my chair. I felt lightheaded and the room was spinning slightly. And my knees buckled and I fell into her arms shaking slightly.
“Oh dear!” Mrs. Misaki said sadly as she looked down at my legs.
“What is it?” I questioned nervously
“We need to get you into the tub right now my Lady, it’s urgent.” She said pulling me towards the bathroom.
“Why what’s going on?” I said while looking into her eyes.
“My Lady, you are bleeding heavily and you need to get in the tub.” She persisted and we made our way into the bathroom.
She then undressed me and sat me in our tub. I then saw the blood pooling at my feet. My heat was racing and I felt the sweat beginning to kiss my face. My vision began to blur. Mrs. Misaki was trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I felt myself slipping out of consciousness with the only thought in my mind…my baby.
The Next Morning
“Y/n…Y/n…Y/N..” I hear a voice next to me say.
I open my eyes to be greeted by my wives all sitting next to the bed. The all looked just as beautiful as always except their normals cheerful faces held a pained look on them. This caused me to worry. Did our husband get hurt? Did the mission go south? All my thoughts were interrupted when my husband came in the room along with Mrs. Misaki.
“Lord Tengen is everything okay?” I questioned as my words came out weakly.
“I’m so sorry love. I just need you to know that this isn’t your fault and from what Mrs. Misaki says this just happens. I’m just so sorry that it happened to you.” He spoke to me. He then leaned forward and kissed my head with such tenderness that my eyes began to tear up. I was still confused on what what going on. My mind still a blur from the night before.
“What’s going on. Can someone please tell me? Is the baby okay.” I questioned looking at my family.
“Y/N I’m so sorry, love. But you had a miscarriage. The baby is gone.” Hina said wrapping her arms around me.
“What!” I examined. My mind spinning.
“Lady Y/N, please you need to calm yourself.” Mrs. Misaki pleated.
“How could this have happened? What did I do wrong?” I exclaimed frantically looking for answers.
“Love it wasn’t your fault. Please you need to understand that.” Suma said tears pouring out of her face.
“Exactly, it’s going to be okay. We are all here for you.” Makio reassured.
“I killed my baby.” I whispered
“No sweetheart you didn’t.” Tengen spoke shedding a tear. His hand made its way to my face stroking it gently.
“Yes I did!” I exclaimed smacking his hand away.
“Y/N please this isn’t your fault.” He urgently said.
“Please go away all of you.” I said as I turned away from them and buried my face into the bed. My tears were flowing hard and I chocked a sob. My heart ached knowing that my baby wasn’t alive anymore.
One Month Later
My baby was gone and I’m no longer a mother. Everyone has told me that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t kill the baby, but I can’t help but feel like I did. I hated myself for it. I don’t eat anymore and I can’t sleep as much. My hair is less full as before and I think I’ve lost a lot of weight. Everyday feels the same since we all buried the baby, which is also the last time I left the house. Their grave is next to my husbands siblings at the Uzui family shrine. I haven’t gone to visit my baby’s grave. I’m too ashamed to show myself there. Mrs. Misaki has been working overtime making sure I’m okay and eating. My lovers have been too, but all I want to be is alone. I don’t wish to see anyone, especially my husband. I’m the reason he won’t have a child to hold soon. I know the others can get pregnant, but it’s dangerous with their line of work right now. I came from a merchant family and one day Uzui and I met and soon I found myself married to him and his beautiful wives.
The pit of guilt in my stomach grew. They took me in and kept me safe and took care of me. And I couldn’t even keep a baby alive. My eyes were so puffy and tired from all the crying I’ve done that I burns to cry now. Turning over, I curled up in a ball placing a hand over my empty stomach longing for my baby.
“Love?” I hear the sweet voice of my wife Hina.
“I brought you some food. Please eat something you need to regain back your strength.” She said placing the tray of food on the bedside table. She then placed her hand in my hair stroking it affectionately.
“Not hungry.” I grumbled
“Okay, well I’ll leave it right here for when you are. It’s just some rice and vegetables.” She spoke
“Thank you.” I responded feeling bad for not speaking that much with her.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I just need you to know that I love you so much. I loved the baby too, we all did. I’m just so sorry that you had to go through that. I’m here for you whenever you need. I’ll let you get some rest. Please eat something.” She spoke sincerely as she got up to leave.
“I love you too Hina.” I whispered hoping she’d hear it.
Two Months Later
I’ve begun to heal more after losing my baby. I’ve gained a little bit more weight due to my wives and Mrs. Misaki’s pestering. I still feel like it’s my fault, but that thought is no longer an all consuming one. I still long for my baby. I never knew their gender or held them. I never even gave them a name. I guess you can say I miss someone I’ve never even met. I decided to go out and enjoy the morning. I glanced around my room to see my lovers sleeping next to me on their beds. Quietly, I got up and walked outside. It was still too early for Mrs.Misaki to come to our home, so I was essentially alone until my lovers woke up.
I breathed in the fresh dewy morning air. Letting rising sun kiss my face and the chilly air nip at my skin. Shedding a few tears down my face, I thought about my baby. Still wishing they were alive. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky smiling. I wondered if my child was there being taken care of. I then heard footsteps and I looked to see who they belonged to. To my surprise it was my husband in all his flashy persona. Normally on days like this, he would be sleeping still. So I was very glad to see him here.
“Good morning, Lord Tengen.” I greeted him with my morning voice.
“Good morning, love.” He smiled as he sat behind me. His legs draping down the steps as his big arms wrapped around me. His chin then rested on my shoulder as he kissed my cheek.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered
“You have nothing to be sorry for. What happened wasn’t your fault.” He reassured
“I feel like it was.” I said
“It wasn’t anyones fault. It just happened and I certainly don’t blame you. If anyone is sorry it should be me.” He stated
“Why?” I questioned confusion lacing my tone.
“I wasn’t there for you when you really needed me. I should’ve been there for you when you were going through that. I’m just glad the old lady was there.” My husband stated sadly
“You were saving people, my love. This was not your fault. You couldn’t have known.” I said trying around to look him in the eyes. They were glossy and filled with the same sadness that I’ve been plagued with for months.
“You couldn’t have known either. So how was it your fault?” He questioned as he held my face with such tenderness.
“I tripped and that’s what killed them.” I stayed pushing my head into his chest.
“My mother has told me that she fell down many times and even fought off a demon once when she was pregnant with me.” He stated with a chuckle while his right hand lifted my face so I could look once more into his eyes.
“So you did not kill our baby.” He said kissing me softly. After we broke from our kiss, I hugged him sobbing into his chest. He then cried too it wasn’t as loud as mine, but I knew he heart broke too.
“Why don’t we go visit our baby. Just the two of us?” He suggested chocking back a sob.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I whispered
After a while we made it to our baby’s grave. I had a bunch of fresh flowers that we had picked on our way to the cemetery. The day was truly beautiful and calm. As we stood by our baby’s grave hand in hand, I said a silent prayer for them. I then let go of his hand and knelt down touching the headstone. I kissed it and placed the flowers in front of it. I felt Tengens hand rub circles on my back.
“I loved our baby Y/N” He said
“As did I.” I responded
“You would’ve been the best mother. I’m very sure if that.” He said kneeling down with me.
“I guess we’ll never know.” I said sadly.
“This might be too soon for me to say, but if you wanted to try again I think it would be okay. But we would only try again on your terms. And If you never wanted to, I understand that too.” He spoke tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.
“One day maybe, I’m just not ready for that. And what if I lose the next one?” I questioned
“If that happens again I promise I will be there for you. I never what you going through that and I’m not there to help you.” He said with determination in his tone.
“Thank you.” I said as I couldn’t think of what to say at that moment.
“I love you. And I’m always going to protect you Y/N. You’re precious to me and I just want you to know that everything will shine brighter one day.” My husband spoke picking me up and cradling me into his lap.
“I love you too.” I spoke nuzzling my face into his neck.
My eyes felt heavy being so close to him. He was always for comforting. Closing my eyes, I thought of our child walking towards all of us. We all have bright smiles on our faces and Suma has tears in her eyes watching the walking for the first time. Smiling at that thought I fell asleep in my husbands arms getting some much needed sleep.
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I got her permission to write about it weeks ago, but I've been procrastinating. There will be no report title- that just feels wrong given the circumstances, but I did feel the need to share this on here, because otherwise what happened after will not make sense and I need to document everything as it happened, as close to the date that it happened that I can manage. Early that morning, just before my shift I got a call from her in a panic; something was wrong with the baby. I was supposed to be there for her. I was supposed to be up north in Darkwood, I wasn't supposed to leave her alone to deal with all this I promised her. I remember checking flights on my phone in a blind panic and coming to the sinking realization none of them would be fast enough to get me where I needed to be. Jenna was up there, alone in the hospital, with no one to ease her fears and tell her it'd be alright.
I'm not going to bother writing about the work day either. It was all a blur and the horrors of retail are pale in comparison to what Jenna went through. Jenna, who was the glue that held our family together. Jenna, who always had to be the strong one out of our family. When I checked my phone, there were missed calls. The baby was lost. The cry Jenna was making when I was on the phone with her was a haunting mix of horror and sadness, it sounded like her vocal cords had shattered like glass.
I wasn't there for her, when she needed someone in her corner the most.
And all of our family thought this was a resolution of sorts; she hadn't aborted the child, and she was not a single mother. They just shrugged and left her alone to grieve, those fucking jackles. She carried the baby to near full term, and they couldn't even stay with her in the hospital room. Like so many in our family, the fetus was shriveled and falling apart. It was visually wrong, we've always just said it's bad genetics. She didn't want to stay on the phone long.
I think that was around the time the drinking started. I tried calling her back after work, but she didn't want to talk after what happened. She in fact, didn't want to talk to anybody. Not Macy or Axton… I can't even pretend to know what Jenna went through that day, but I can certainly tell you what I did. I went to get a drink.
𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Summary: Alaerya Targaryen is the daughter of Viserys and Aemma the little sister to Rhaenyra Targaryen. When Alicent and Rhaenyra broke a part since Alicent married Viserys only Alaerya stayed by Rhaenyra side. When Luke cut out Aemond eyed Viserys decided to announce that Alaerya and his son Laegarys get married. Rhaenyra feeling completely horrified try to get Alaerya out of that marriage. Even through Alaerya and Laegarys learn to love each other they do have their differences. Even through their family hate each other but Alicent can't come to hate Alaerya like her sister. With all that is happening will Alaerya and Laegarys relationship stay alive or burn to the ground? War, love, drama and Sadness is all Alaerya will face in her life.
Story warnings: This story contains death, language, incest, smut, gore, manipulation, and miscarriage
The dragon blood runs thick and long in the Targaryen family. It goes even deeper when it's mix with a different blood a stronger blood type. King Viserys and Queen Aemma bare and had the rightful heir to the throne Princess soon be Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Queen Aemma was able to birth one more child princess Alaerya Targaryen. Alaerya was named the realm kindness and beautiful because she is kind and she is beautiful. Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Alaerya was close until that fateful day happened.
What made it worse was the dance of the dragons that soon will happen.
'𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃'
Send one of the symbols for a starter based on the prompts. Send a symbol + ↻ to reverse action. Trigger warnings for sickness, injuries & violence do apply
ღ receiver is found with a bullet wound by sender ♛ receiver has a high fever and needs help from sender ♒︎ receiver is terminally ill and has to say goodbye to sender during their last day ❀ receiver admits to sender they are pregnant, after feeling nauseous for days ♎︎ receiver gets hit by a car in front of sender ✰ receiver has passed out and sender finds them ☏ receiver calls sender to ask for help in a medical emergency ☙ receiver gets beaten up by robbers and is found by sender ☀ receiver has a mental breakdown and sender tries to comfort them ☘ receiver has a miscarriage and tells sender about it ✉ receiver suffers from amnesia and sender tries to help spark their memory ☁ receiver has been in a coma for months and finally wakes up in the presence of sender ♦ receiver has the flu and sender takes care of them ✵ receiver and sender meet at as patients on a psychic ward ꃼ receiver has experienced domestic violence and seeks refuge with sender ➤ receiver has been stabbed and sender finds them ➶ receiver has been the victim of experiments and is freed by sender ☓ receiver has developed supernatural powers that they struggle to control in the presence of sender † receiver dies in sender’s arms
Ash gets confronted by a disgruntled fan, and her arm gets grabbed. Clay doesn't take this well, and once they reach the safety of indoors, he and Ash have a heartfelt talk.
TW: cancer, mentions of death, mentions of miscarriage/unborn child death, sadness, panic attack
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Story under the cut if you don’t want to click the link.
Ash smiled wide as she left the stage of her and her friend's most recent show. Business had been great ever since Out of This World had gone on tour. Today would also be a rarity, as Buster had discussed it with them, and they had all agreed to sign autographs.
Ash was glad that everything was going so well, especially since she was making more money on this tour than she had while doing solo performances. Once the show was completely over, they all went out to take a bow, and they proceeded to greet the crowd and explain where the autograph signings would take place.
The meetings with the fans started out quite well. It had made Ash smile widely when she had seen Clay joyfully interact with some of his younger fans. She was proud of him, and she was glad that he was joyful again.
Ash smiled warmly as a tall gazelle walked up to her. She kindly greeted them.
“Hi, would you like an autograph?” she questioned.
She watched and furrowed her brow as the guy huffed and rolled his eyes and said “No. I’d just like to say that you’re not that great. Your performance drags down Clay Calloway’s greatness. It was pretty stupid of Buster Moon to cast anyone alongside Clay Calloway.”
Ash grimaced and sighed. She hated when things like this happened. Normally she would tell people like this off, but it wouldn’t be worth it to cause a scene, especially since all of her friends were here along with some of the press.
She calmed herself as she reluctantly replied “Well, I am sorry, but I am not going to change the show. If you would like Mr. Calloway's autograph, he is standing about twelve feet away. Thank you for voicing your concerns.”
The guy grimaced again and gripped her arm as he said “Seriously, lady! I’ve already gotten his autograph from years ago. I’ll get it in a little bit again. You’ll never be as great as he is. It’s not just a concern, it’s a fact.”
Ash sputtered and scowled as she tried to rip her arm out of the guy’s grip.
“Hey! Let go of my arm!” she said as she went to withdraw a canister of pepper spray from her pocket.
Before she could do anything, she heard a growl and saw a shadow looming over her.
She soon heard the furious voice of Clay Calloway say “Let go of her arm and get out of here.”
They guy quickly dropped Ash’s arm and started stuttering as a crowd took notice and gathered around. Ash could hear the clicking of cameras as Clay gently ushered her to stand behind him as he stared the guy down.
The guy said “C-C-C-Clay Calloway! I-I-I…uh, m-may I h-have an a-autograph? I-I d-didn’t mean any h-harm.”
Ash could hear security coming closer as Clay growled again.
Clay angrily said “Get out of here now! I won’t ask again. Not even security will help you if you don’t heed my warning right now.”
The guy’s eyes widened as he said “Y-you’re th-threatening me?”
Clay growled as he said “Yeah. LEAVE!”
The guy squeaked as the crowd parted and he ran away. Security had finally arrived and had started to push the crowd of fans back. The autograph signing was clearly over. Ash could practically feel the worried looks of her friends as they followed behind where Clay was protectively leading her back inside.
Ash sits in one of the audience seats while everyone else follows. Clay sits close to her and reassuringly pats her shoulder as he looks at her with worry.
That hadn’t been the first time she had been talked down to, but it had been the first time someone had dared to grab her arm or turn physical. It had been slightly alarming. She hadn’t even realized that she had started to zone out until Clay knelt down in front of her and tried to get her attention while the others watched.
She eventually focused on his voice after closing her eyes and exhaling.
She could hear his soothing tone “Ash, you’re alright. The guy’s gone. You need to breathe, kiddo.”
Ash smiled and sighed. She loved it when he called her kiddo. He had started doing it after their second show, and the nickname had stuck. She was still freaked out, but she was calmer. Clay had helped her through a panic attack. She hadn’t had one that bad since before she started doing her solo shows.
Ash opened her eyes again and smiled at her friends.
She quickly said “I’m okay. I was just a little surprised and aggravated.”
Rosita was the first to speak “I’m going to go grab you something to drink. Clay, stay with her. Everyone else, come with me. Let’s give them some space.”
Ash was grateful as she said “Thanks, Rosita. I’ll be fine soon.”
Rosita smiled and nodded. Soon it was only Clay and Ash that remained in the area. Clay had taken a seat beside her as he continued to gaze at Ash with worry as she rubbed her hands over her face.
Clay spoke “Are you okay, Ash?”
Ash sniffed and said “Yeah, I was just a little overwhelmed. I wanted to punch the guy, or use my pepper spray, but I tried to stay calm until he grabbed my arm. I’m glad that you showed up, or else that guy would have gotten a face full of pepper spray, and that would not really bode well for eventually restarting my solo career.”
Clay let out a low growl as he said “I wouldn't have blamed you for doing that, but as soon as I saw that you were in trouble, I acted. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”
Ash furrowed her brow as she looked up at him and said “You did get to me pretty quickly. Were you watching to make sure that I was safe?”
Clay sighed and said “Yeah, kiddo. I’ve got an admission to make.”
Ash watched Clay with curiosity as he hunched over slightly and looked up to the roof.
She watched as he closed his eyes and said “I was watching you, and I have been since the first time we all went on tour. You brought me out of my shell, and showed me how to live again, and I admired you for that.
The more I got to know you, the more I smiled. You remind me of my wife. You remind me of the daughter that she and I were never able to have. Your personality is similar to hers. She would have liked you.
I know that it’s probably awkward for you, but I have to say it. I love you like a daughter, kiddo. This past year on tour has only solidified that feeling.
My wife and I found out about her illness the first time we tried to have children. Complications with the pregnancy arose during the second trimester after we figured out that we were going to have a daughter, and we went to see a specialist. My wife had started spotting, and she couldn't feel the baby moving anymore.
The doctors gave us some of the most startling news. My wife had cancer, and it had caused the death of our unborn child. We wept as the news was delivered, and eventually, we had to bury the child that never had the chance to breathe.
Not even a month after that, my wife’s treatment for the cancer stopped working. Her cancer had turned too aggressive. Initially, we were told that she had a great chance of a complete recovery and being cancer free.
We knew that either way, the damage would be too much fro her to ever carry another child, but we had hoped that she would recover. We had even talked about adopting a child after her cancer was gone, but we never had the chance.
She had gotten really sick over the course of a few days, and we had gone back to the doctor. There wasn’t much they could do for her, as the cancer had spread to multiple places and had reached the end stage.
She was already in her wheelchair at that point, and we had just celebrated her birthday and my newest album and award with friends and family, only to find out that she had less than a month to live. We spent all of it together. She didn’t want to die in a hospital, so I honored her wishes.
She died in my arms not even a week after the medications stopped working. I buried her and that’s when I became a recluse. Everything I wrote, I wrote for her. She was my muse, and I had lost my way when she died.
When you came to me and ragged on me, I was so stubborn. Eventually, I came to see that she would have wanted my music to live on. Now I can write things in honor of her, and even in honor of you. You inspired me to write again, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that.
I had thought that my life had practically ended when she died, but you and her both showed me that I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I hope that I haven’t distressed you too much by saying all of this, Ash, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I wanted you to know that you’re a talented woman, and that the things that guy said are completely inaccurate.
I wanted you to know that I love you, and I will always protect you.”
Ash stared at Clay with tears in her eyes as she absorbed every word. She was at a loss for words. She sniffled as she stood up and gently hugged him. Clay was extremely tearful, and he hugged her back.
Ash sniffled and withdrew as she wiped her eyes and said "I love you too."
She and Clay both smiled as she spoke again “Thanks for telling me that. I’m just glad that I’m not the only one to feel that way. I just didn’t want to say anything in case you felt I was crossing the line or anything.”
Clay snickered and said “There’s not much of a line for you to cross, kiddo."
They both laughed as they once again hugged.
Clay withdrew from the hug and groaned slightly as he stood and stretched as he said “Now. Let’s go join the rest of the gang. I can practically hear them eavesdropping outside of the door.”
They both snickered as they headed towards the door. It had been a heartfelt talk, and once outside, they could see that many of their friends were tearing up. They had both started laughing.
It was great to be a part of the crazy theater gang, and both of them were happy as they were engulfed in a massive group hug.
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Turns out Samantha is a misogynist. Sigh.
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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT!
Oh and friendly reminder
WOMEN ARE NOT GETTING THIRD TRIMESTER ABORTIONS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES
THEY'RE DOING IT BECAUSE SOMETHING IS *WRONG*!!
EITHER THE MOM IS DYING, OR THE BABY IS!
THAT WAS A WANTED BABY!! THE MOMS DON'T SUDDENLY GO *LMAO DON'T WANT IS NEVERMIND*
WARNING: FEMININE TALK
Sometimes, I hate looking down in the shower. Seeing the internal lining of my own body fall out and slip into the drain makes me hate myself constantly…
It keeps me thinking back to when I was on my second miscarriage. Staring down the clear vaccuum they used to clear the internal clot in me. Not even human in the slightest, just unmoving.
I’m occasionally honored to having experienced it because the pain is something that is actively ignored when spoken over, but damn does it hurt more knowing I’ll be probably the last few to get medical professionals to help understand that my body isn’t a man’s body.
Im hopeful to have children some day, but if not by me, I don’t mind. I just need to be more stable financially with a good home first.
𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒:
Zara Anne Elizabeth (Phillips) Tindall MBE OLY
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𝐵𝓸𝓇𝓃:
Friday, May 15th, 1981 at St. Mary’s Hospital in Paddington, London, England
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𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈:
Father: Captain Mark Anthony Peter Phillips
Mother: Her Royal Highness Anne The Princess Royal
Step Father: Timothy Laurence
Ex-Step Mother (1997 to 2012): Helen Sandy Pflueger
Father’s Ex-Girlfriend: Heather Tonkin
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𝒮𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:
Older Brother: Peter Mark Andrew Phillips
Half-Sister: Felicity (Tonkin) Wade
Half-Sister: Stephanie (Phillips) Hosier
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𝒮𝓅𝓸𝓊𝓈𝑒:
Dated (1998 to 2003): Richard Johnson
Michael James Tindall (M. 2011)
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𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃:
Oldest Daughter: Mia Grace Tindall (B. 2014)
Zara has gotten pregnant twice between the birth of her two daughters but both led to miscarriages
Younger Daughter: Lena Elizabeth Tindall (B. 2018)
Son: Lucas Philip Tindall (B. 2021)
Godson: Prince George Alexander Louis
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𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃:
Beaudesert Park School
Port Regis School
Gordonstoun School
University of Exeter: Qualified as a Physiotherapist
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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈:
Animals:
Horses
Health:
Air Ambulance
Cancer Research
Children’s Cancer
Children’s Healthcare
Disabilities
Gynecology
National Health Service Workers
Obstetrician
Physiotherapy
Serious Illnesses
Special Needs
Spinal Injuries
Women’s Health
Sports:
Equestrian
Gymnastics
Hockey
Poker
Social/World Issues:
Natural Disaster Relief
War Relief
The Arts:
Fashion Design
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𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈:
Member:
The Great Britain Eventing Team
The Order of the British Empire
Olympics:
2004: Missed the Olympics due to her horse suffering from an injury during training.
2006: Eventing Equestrian World Championship in Aachen
2008: Rider for the British Equestrian Olympic Team at the Olympic Games in Beijing Hong Kong Olympic Games but sadly her horse Toytown suffered an injury during training.
2012: Carried the Olympic Flame at the Cheltenham Racecourse on her horse Toytown & won a silver medal in team events at the Summer Olympics.
2016: She had an unsuccessful attempt to qualify for the 2016 Rio Olympic Games.
Other:
Associated With: Inspire
Associated With: Sargent Cancer Care for Children
Associated With: The Caudwell Charitable Trust
Attended: Darfur, Sudan Aid Celebrity Poker Tournament in Monaco in 2009
Attended: Cancer Research UK Celebrity Poker Tournament in London in 2010
Auctioneer: Auctioned a London movie premier for Seabiscuit dress to raise money for tsunami relief in 2005.
Auctioneer: Auctioned an evening gown in aide of the Christchurch Earthquake Appeal raising £22,000 ($29,812.51).
Designer: Musto Outdoor Clothing Line & Zara Phillips Jewelry Collection
Model: Jack Vettriano Sport Relief 2008 Portrait
Participated: Equestrian Relief Initiative to Increase Protective Equipment for NHS workers.
President: Club 16-24
Sponsor: Cantor Index
Sports Personality of the Year: BBC 2006
Supporter: #BringBackOurGirls
Patron:
Cancer Research UK
Lucy Air Ambulance for Children
The Catwalk Trust
The Mark Davies Injured Riders Fund
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Last month, I was told I was having a miscarriage. I was 7 and a half weeks pregnant and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to go through. I had no idea miscarriage was so common and now I want to raise awareness, hopefully trying to break the taboo of speaking...
exactly why I vehemently support a women’s right to choose, control her own boby and think men need to shut the fuck up about it. Just support her in her decisions.
This sounds like something from The Handmaid’s Tale, ffs.