#heart chit chats

[heartskinparlor]

Do you take requests for Six of Crows?

yep i do! : 3

[pianokantzart]

Sonic wanting to help Knuckles so badly but not at all understanding why he can't just chill out and entertain himself has me going feral.

As if I'm not insane enough about them forming a bond while being two child victims of a war that wiped out each others' families??? but I digress. The way their last interactions with their parental figures played out speaks such volumes about who they eventually became. Sonic's final instruction from Long Claw was to stay hidden and to never stop running. Eventually, Long Claw changed her tune in the message she left on the map to the master emerald, but until then she had made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing more than for Sonic to just live his own life far from danger.

Sonic took this to heart. He never stopped running, physically and emotionally. He's all about fun and self-distraction, and while he eventually overcame that pressure to stay hidden in order to take on a more heroic role, he does what he can to live up to Long Claw's expectations: live his own life and be himself.

On the opposite end of things is Knuckles. He said he was "trained since birth in all forms of lethal combat." Knuckles was set up to go to war from the moment he hatched, and the last thing that his father said to him was an assurance that he would one day bring honor to their tribe.

So that became his main goal from then on. He fought his way to the ends of the world until he was renowned as the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy. He spent every waking moment trying to track Sonic down so he could fulfill his destiny and reclaim the master emerald.

He, like Sonic, lived a life of isolation, dedicated to honoring the memory of a dead parental figure, but while Sonic never stopped being his own person, Knuckles never quite started being his own person. He remains with the Wachowskis to honor a vow he made to Sonic and Tails. He tears the living room apart so that the household pet can face his "greatest enemy." He goes on a road trip with Wade to help him train after he gets kicked off his bowling team. How can he just step back and entertain himself when all "himself" has ever been is what he can be for his tribe? Old and new? How is he supposed to relax when he has probably, no exaggeration, never relaxed a single day of his life?

How can he take a break from being a warrior when being a warrior is all he has ever known?

He literally didn't know the definition of the word fun until Sonic taught him how to play "base of ball." What has been Sonic's coping mechanisms his entire life are, to Knuckles, completely counterintuitive and alien.

[merakiui]

Jock floyd who's name has been ran thru the streets ragged, but he's actually a little virgin otaku who needs to keep up his cool persona because otherwise all his 'flirty' actions will be seen as creepy. He doesn't want sports and alcohol, he wants mersex and breeding and keeping you locked up and and and

Can also be turned the vulnerability way where everyone assumes he's a player because he's playful but he's actually yearning and longing and sensitive, using avoidance tactics (Cater kin) and he's down bad in love with reader since childhood because she doesn't treat him based on assumptions and he feels like he can be nerdy ol floyb when he's with her <3

VIRGIN NERD OTAKU FLOYB!!!!!! OMG........ on the outside, he's that loud jock who everyone thinks sleeps around like a sex addict, but the truth is that he's a gross closet pervert who has never even held hands,,,,,, oh, that's so delicious. orz he's got everyone fooled with the persona he puts up. While everyone is spreading rumors about how he definitely fucked that one basketball team cheerleader, he's busy jerking it to hentai and imagining you in those scenes. AAAAA HE'S A LOSER!!!!!! <3

Floyb who normally wears contacts, but he tends to lose those and so he goes out into the world with blurry vision because putting on his glasses would decrease his cool guy aura. T_T he wears his glasses when he's alone, though. One day he overheard you say glasses are cool and since then he's been dying to fuck you with them on so you can tell him he looks cool. orz orz he's so desperate and wants you like you're the air he breathes. He can't talk to you as Floyd. He has to talk to you as the (supposed) fuck-boy jock with the crazy-high libido and flirty tongue. >_<

The "dumb jock" trope, but Floyd's actually super smart and does well in his classes. It's just when lack of motivation or bad mood hits that his grades suffer, but he's a very brilliant student. Hehe nerdy Floyb looking up all the ways to pleasure you and practicing on his onahole how to finger like an expert.

Everyone on the basketball team has their usual locker room talk before and after practice. Some of them brag about the flings they've recently had. Floyd doesn't really care about any of that because last night he came to the thought of knocking you up, and if anyone knew the types of fantasies he's had regarding you,,,, the viewpoint would change. It's not like he truly cares what others think of him, whether it's true or false, but he does want to give you a good impression of himself. He loves you the most, after all. Everyone else might as well be ghosts.

[crybaby-bkg]

having to look for a publishing company is so daunting omg but I don’t wanna self publish again 😭😭😭😭

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[harmonysanreads]

Sooo… vamp Kaveh when? Either as the occasional rival or the VERY reluctant support, with support being more hilarious because the image of this known-to-be straight-laced, blunt, would-rather-sit-at-home-alone-with-a-book, guy pacing and ranting about his amazing new human and kaveh’s just sitting there with a glass of wine and the most dead pan face thinking “just kill me already” before giving his tips on being romantic and charming to al-haitham (hint. Gifts and cheesy pick up lines)

you. yes, you. you're the person i've been waiting for. i like you.

/hj

When I was brainstorming about this entire au, Vampire Kaveh almost threatened Alhaitham's position *ahem* I've wanted to talk about them actually but didn't know how to bring it up :p so thank you giving me the opportunity<3

Vampire Alhaitham knows only two worlds : one with you and the other without you, which contains all the external variables that he's so adamant on keeping you away and protected from — Kaveh, just so happens to be one of them. Alhaitham has narrowed down his expectations to one single rule ; for you to forget about your previous life and the waking world altogether and in the pursuit of shaping you to that compliance, he's not compromised in the slight. From 'taking' you from your miserable existence, giving you all the luxury a human could dream of so that you'd never think of fickle things such as the sunlight again, to taking extreme protection measures all around his house (e.g. casting ancient spells that's capable of disintegrating anything that dares to come near).

Such brute security is mainly the result of his paranoia because he knows if a certain senior vampire were to catch wind of anything, he'd not give up until he's managed to barge in his house and discover his precious flower. Alhaitham has always been a self-assured man but somewhere, deep deep down he suppresses a tiny flicker of doubt. Alhaitham is no doubt selfish but Kaveh? He fears that if the blonde was ever to find out and by then, he predicts further for him to fall for your charm ; that sweet-talking, coddling and cooing bastard would earn a place in your delicate heart.

Kaveh on the other hand, has plentiful of questions regarding Alhaitham's sudden change in demeanor. The feared and no-nonsense Alhaitham who now tears flower petals at work with a comical seriousness, who's even more eager than before to finish his job and disappear without a trace — everyone is brimming with curiosity but know better not to confront the vampire lest they should ruin his good mood. Kaveh though, can't just get rid off the feeling that something is amiss. And in the case he were to discover more concrete evidence, pushed further by curiousity to find a loophole around Alhaitham's spells and find you, safely tucked and glimmering in that place he previously resided in, too? Let's just say that'd be one situation that wouldn't be solved simply by a few curt threats.

But taking as Alhaitham has every possible outcome that could incipient from kidnapping you predicted and uprooted, that case is highly unlikely.

Perhaps in a different timeline where Kaveh has intervened way before the kidnapping, you'd find yourself between two vampires instead ¯\_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯

But the instance where Kaveh has to play love adviser could happen as well if you consider Vampire Alhaitham's persistence in keeping you content<3

[plethodontidae]

“zoro is emotionless” “zoro doesn’t smile after the timeskip” “zoro changed after the timeskip” but what about post-dressrosa ☹️

[abstract-hellbender]

HOLY SHIT

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I always envisioned Childe & Foul Legacy as more of a Jekyll-Hyde trope-y thing— Foul Legacy embodying baser things while Childe is the tattered remains of Ajax.

Foul Legacy purring sweetly when you snuggle with him, Childe humming a soft, satisfied note when he wraps his arms around you. The same nature and person, but executed and presented differently— As Foul Legacy, he brings you (only the BEST 😡) seashells, the flowers with the softest petals, embraces in the biggest arms to ever hug you and the cooing song of the Abyss made content. Chittering playfully, showing you the warmest sunning spots, huffing out a sleepy, content sigh while he curls up 'round you in a nest built largely of the blankets and pillows specifically purchased for this purpose.

Childe is a cheesy, syrupy-sweet romantic type, peppering you with kisses and hugs, bringing home gifts like bouquets of flowers with all your favorites and then some (and an extremely condensed rendition of Zhongli's 3 hour long ramble on Liyue's flower language after Childe had asked about it, featuring notes and several recommendations). Pressing the heart hidden on the palm of his glove into your own hand 'til it's imprinted on your skin for a few minutes (and smiling like a dork over it), fingers lacing together, staying still so you can "count his freckles" (give him smooches) and then reciprocating with a jokingly competitive ferocity.

No matter his shape, though, the big scary Eleventh Harbinger will look a little like a sad wet cat when your date is interrupted by spring rains, and then basically shrug and splash in puddles and pluck dripping leaves off of trees since you're outside and getting soaked anyways. You set an orange leaf atop his head, and he huffs this cute little you-adorable-motherfucker sigh at you and does his level best to find something that matches the color of at least one of your features to proudly display for your approval.

this is the most beautiful thing i've read all week

Childe prefers to hold you from behind while sleeping, his arms loosely holding your waist and his chin resting on the top of your head; Legacy curls around you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, scrunching up his body so he can fit on the bed and be near you, even though he has a room entirely for himself. but on the occasion either one of them wakes up before you do, they both greet you with soft, sleepy kisses, Childe gently pecking your skin and Legacy nuzzling against you as he gives your cheek a little lick. they revel in the joy of seeing you wake up, yawning and stretching your arms only to fall back onto the mattress as Childe or Foul Legacy tugs you back down again. winter days are the best, when everything's cold and icy but your bed is toasty and warm, made even better by the arms of your beloved

before he introduced you to Foul Legacy, Childe's greatest fear was his Abyssal side accidentally hurting you. he knows the violence and thirst for battle that he feels- he knows how easily Foul Legacy can tear anyone apart with his claws, how quickly you could fall against him. but his worries were for naught, as his monstrous counterpart fell in love with you almost instantly, his hunger for blood and death falling away in favor of snuggling up to you and purring like a motor. Childe silently thanks Legacy for not hurting you the first time he wakes up again as a human, a goofy grin spreading across his face when Legacy simply chitters and chirps in response; soft, gentle noises that he had never made before, and Childe knows it's because of your presence

[just-a-nibble]

BG3 crashed just as I was getting comfortable to get bitten by Astarion for the first time. The game itself was like "no horny for you" and bonked me T_T

[witherfide]

it is national i love you day!! i love you!!

[heartskinparlor]

guys im so sorry im bout to make so much twilight stuff 😭😭😭 /lh

[koifsssh]

Hi there! I was wondering if you would ever post a video or tutorial about how you draw? Just wondering because I would love to see it! I really like your art style, and aspire to draw like you some day! Have a great day/night! :D

🫶🫶🫶

oh my goodness! you flatter me! (imagine me putting both hands on my face and bashfully going "Oh youuu...") (thank you wawawawa)

I had to download obs to fulfil this request! I had it on my old computer but i suppose i never found a use for it until now! (outside of messing with crk avatars...) (this ask took me a while! As my first drawing i lost the footage! silly me! but i was able to do it again!)

admittedly, im not sure how to explain my process, all of my art are just glorified sketches, line art for me is difficult because i always have a bad case of "oh, the sketch looks way better... bwah." so i hope this gives you a little glimpse of what it looks like!

( cw - scopophobia!)

i was actually very upset when i lost the first footage... mainly because i had spent 3 hours on it... and i really liked how it turned out! bwah! but it's alright! i'll still give it to you!

and wally as well of course!

i hope you have a great day/night as well!!! bwah!!!

[merakiui]

Mera I saw your recent post about noncon jade thoughts, do tell 👀👀👀

👀 there are so many thoughts to share!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, female reader, stalking, murder, obsessive behaviors, pregnancy, (for one of the concepts), oviposition, breeding, language barrier (for another concept), jade uses shock the heart on you <3)

✧ Jade who has been stalking cute, oblivious you. You’re so very pregnant, too, and because of that you’re often so focused on everything regarding your and the baby’s health that you fail to notice him. He stalks you, follows you wherever you go, adores watching you waddle about in pretty maternity wear. Even when you don’t intend to look nice or dressed up, you’re still a beautiful vision to him. Unfortunately, Jade’s always wanted a family with you, but you just had to go and get pregnant while he was bogged down with work. It’s upsetting and he’d sooner cut the one responsible for knocking you up into bloody shreds, but he can be patient. He can learn to love your baby even if they’re not his.

So that’s why he watches and waits for the right moment. The right moment to break in and subject your lover to a gruesome death. He knows you’d sleep through the roughest of storms, so he’s rather surprised when he hears your footfalls on the stairs. He’s in the middle of cleaning when you see him, the intruder in your home who's soaked in blood and standing over your lover's corpse. It’s quiet for all of one second and he opens his mouth to say something, but you’re just so beautiful in your nightgown and your bump is so round and filled with child and he’s so envious because this is what he’s always wanted and he’s never been able to have it and… He grabs you before you can run or call for help, silencing your screams with a hand held tightly over your mouth. You struggle, but it’s weak and awkward with your belly in the way. He soothes you with shushes, promising you he won't do anything if you stay quiet, but you're sobbing in his arms, trying and failing to muffle your cries because he told you being noisy won't end well.

Oh, you're more than perfect. You're everything.

Jade guides you back to your bedroom. You don't struggle much, but you're trembling, cradling your belly with shaky hands, and pleading: "Please, please, please... I won't call anyone. I won't do anything. So please don't hurt my baby."

Great Seven, he loves you! You make it so hard for him to hate you, do you know that? He couldn't even if he tried, and he's definitely tried.

Jade doesn't trust you, though, so forgive him when he frightens you, looming over you while he forces you to lie down. He's read up on positions, so depending on how far into your pregnancy you are he'll fuck you in the ones that are most safest and comfortable. He can't help it when your fear and trembly little whimpers make him so hard. And even though he knows he ought to wash the blood off before he does this, he's desperately impatient to have you. He's waited far too long; you must reward him for being good and waiting.

He'll work you open with skilled fingers, absently commenting about how your pussy clings to his fingers, breathlessly enamored at the way pregnancy has softened you. He's only put the second one in and you're already shuddering through an orgasm. You're truly the cutest; oh, how he wishes it had been him who got to knock you up. But it's okay; he can pretend for now. He will when he lays his hands on your belly and sweetly rambles on about how you're such a pretty mama, so good and loving, so perfect for this, so protective of your baby... He won't hurt them; he could never.

You're babbling beneath him, begging him to stop, that you're scared, that you don't want this, that it's all too much and it feels weird and you can't stop speaking in gasps and moans. Jade knows you better than you know yourself; you like this and (one day) you'll like him, too.

He almost cums the minute he slips it in. He's a mess and so sensitive. Normally he can keep his composure, but when you're so slick and tight, your walls enveloping every inch of his cock like they're starved for it, how can he possibly remain prim and perfectly composed? Sex isn't a punishment (not this time) and he's not upset with you and your choice of lovers. You have him now, and he's all you'll ever need going forward. So he's soft and slow, savoring every thrust, relishing in your voice as it wavers between fear and pleasure. He wants to hear his name from your lips; he whispers it between his own grunts: "Please... My love, my darling pearl, please say it..."

And you whine it, whimper it, sob it, say it in every way he likes because now it's the only name you know. Because it's scary to imagine what he might do if you say another man's name.

Jade's the happiest; he feels so whole and fulfilled when he's rutting into you, pressing kisses to every inch of your skin, cradling your rounded tummy and muttering sweet things to the baby: "You're so lucky to have such a wonderful mama... Oh, she's the most darling... I have to do my part to be a wonderful father, too. I'll meet your every expectation. That's a promise."

Now that Jade finally has you, he won't let you go. You're all his, but you already know that. You're far too defenselessly gravid to think about fighting back or escaping. It's better this way. Easier, even. And though he likes a challenge, he'd prefer one where it won't risk your and the baby's safety. After all, he loves you more than he's ever loved anything before. He won't lose you.

✧ Jade who uses Shock the Heart on you.

He's spent so much time wearing you down to a point where his UM will work, so when he catches and corners you you're already so mentally exhausted, so frightened of what he'll do and what he's capable of. His smile sharpens when you make the mistake of looking into his left eye. There are so many questions he wants to ask you, and now that you're under his temporary control he'll scrape the answers out of you.

He asks why you avoid him so much even though he can guess your reasonings well enough. He toys with you for the first few questions; most of them are things he's already well aware of. But it's fun to watch you speak the truth, to see panic reflected in your eyes when you know you're spilling the real reason behind all of your evasive behaviors. Jade suspects you expect him to lash out, but he's not so cruel as to punish you right away.

He needs the build-up.

He makes the mistake of asking who you're fond of, and though you try your hardest to lie your way out it just doesn't work. He's pinned you to the wall now, gripping your throat with a gloved hand. It tightens every now and then to remind you of the hold he has on you, magically and physically. Jade had braced himself for your reply long ago, so if you name a specific student you can be sure they've earned Jade's ire and dislike. He's terribly possessive; you ought to know this, and he tells you so while you shrink under his gaze.

The interrogation is a whirlwind. You're even more exhausted by the end of it, your mind spinning and filled with static. You feel so drained, hollowed of every damning truth you've done well to keep concealed. Jade licks his lips like he's just feasted on your fear and all of the truths you've uttered. It's cute you think this is the end of this exchange.

He has a proposition for you and you'd be wise to agree. He speaks his terms while his fingers dance along the hem of your uniform, teasing the fabric. Maybe he'll tear it from your person. Maybe he'll leave it be. Maybe he'll slide his hand under it to feel what's beneath. You're doing everything you can to avoid him, looking elsewhere and insisting you'll agree if he just lets you go.

He catches your chin between his fingers and forces you to meet his mismatched stare. For good measure, he slots his knee between your legs. He's smiling in spite of the friendly chill in his words.

"It's common courtesy to maintain eye contact when having a conversation. Surely you're not that much of a fool. Oh, but perhaps you are. You broke so easily under my command..."

You try to plead again: "Jade, please..."

But he won't hear any of it. He drags your face to his and seals the distance with a fleeting kiss.

"Per the terms, you're intended to say..." he encourages, digging his fingers into your jaw until it's painful.

You whine. "I... I like you, Jade! I always have!"

"And is that the truth?"

"It is. It is, I swear."

It's not and he knows this. But soon it will be.

It's a shame he can only use Shock the Heart once. He would have liked to hear the revised truth after he's done well to instill it in you.

✧ You save a beached eel merman from drying out, and as thanks he returns on a weekly basis to deliver goods from the deepest parts of the sea.

You can't understand his language, and he can just barely parse yours, struggling through foreign pronunciations. His language is musical and beyond whimsical; you can't decipher it on land, but in the water the sounds are much clearer. It's so pretty, but you have no idea what any of the calls mean. He clicks above the water sometimes, if only to get your attention while you're sorting through the trinkets and treasures he's brought you. For the most part, your bond is built through body language.

He spells a translation of his name in the sand, the letters wobbly: Jade. You spell yours in return and he spends weeks learning how to say it properly. Beyond that, though, neither of you can understand the other's spoken language. So you gesticulate a lot, and Jade understands most of what you try to articulate. You're a very amusing human. He likes to toy with you by bringing back skeletal remains or halves of his meals, bloodied and brutal. Your reactions are immensely pleasing, and he's so intrigued by your species that he continues to come back even after he's repaid his gratitude.

You bring him human things, most of which are things he's never seen or tasted or studied before. Everything you show him is so curious, and he can't help himself when he grows increasingly interested day by day. He keeps his hands to himself, mostly, if only to prevent you from running off. But you remain, even after he's scared you senseless with fish heads and their innards. He feels appreciated when you wait for him by your usual meeting place, and it isn't long before he becomes chained in a lovely habit. You are the current highlight of his life.

But then mating season rolls around, and he's left irritable, his plans put on hold as he suffers through what feels like a never-ending ache. He refuses to let go of the eggs he's made. He'll only do so if it's inside you. He's so adamant about this even though he's in such discomfort. So when he's hit his breaking point and his family encourages (or more so forces him) to meet you, he listens to instinct, tossing reason and logic aside. It doesn't matter if your species aren't compatible; he's determined to make this work. He loves you, he wants you, he needs you!

Jade seems...different when he meets you at your usual spot. His coloration is much brighter than it normally is, and the dark patterns striped across his body stand out starkly against vivid teal. When you reach out to feel his forehead, wondering if this is some sort of mer illness, he flinches and makes a sound you've never heard him make before. It's guttural and abrupt, almost like a growl or a groan. His claws dig into the sand, and his pupils are blown wide.

The pieces click together when he pushes you down onto the ground and drags himself onto the shore, trapping you between sturdy, muscled arms. He's heavy when he drapes himself on you, and you struggle beneath him, frantically asking what's gotten into him and if he's okay. He smiles at you; it's a shaky smile, and he looks at you like you're just what he needs to breathe. You're not sure what to make of this, but your situation only becomes much more harrowing when sharp, dangerous claws tear your clothes from your skin, shredding your panties in a haste. You shake your head hurriedly, but none of your words register. He can't understand you, and if he understands your body language he chooses not to listen.

He's saying something in mermish, but nothing makes any sense. You're certain none of it is any good, not when he reaches to cradle your cheek with a webbed hand, rubbing his claw along your jaw. The gesture feels fond, as if he's your lover, but you don't want that. You want him to let you go. And he keeps clicking at you, smiling sweetly, drunkenly, his front pressed to yours. He fumbles with your anatomy, feeling you all over and squeezing curiously in certain areas. Even the slightest reaction, such as a hitched breath or a gasp or even a whimper, has him zeroing in on the exact space that prompted that sound. You grasp at his shoulders, begging him to stop, but he silences your pleas with a kiss that's wet and sloppy, all tongue and saliva. You feel gross in the aftermath, breathless and horribly hot, and your throat tingles with a foreign heat. You think his saliva is responsible for your sudden bodily change, your every nerve alight with a growing need.

But that becomes the least of your concerns when you spy his slit, slick with a substance you've never seen any humans produce before, and horror dawns on you when his prehensile cock slides out. You thrash beneath him, horrified and scared and panicked. Something akin to sadness flashes across his countenance and he babbles at you in a series of fast, high clicks. You stare helplessly at him, mouth agape in horror.

He looks back with a wide-eyed stare and slowly parts his mouth in response. You don't understand the gesture.

"Mine..." he grinds out. "Mine to...mate." He rests his hand on your stomach and nods, and in three poorly pronounced words he's conveyed more than enough.

You shake your head at him, but he's so focused on spreading your pussy open. Despite his claws, monstrous and cold, he's delicate when he handles you with mute intrigue. You think he isn't intending to hurt you with his prodding, but then with the heat building in your core it feels so tantalizingly good.

He rocks his hips against you, and that strange cock slips between your folds. You don't have time to brace yourself for the stretch when he pushes inside, easing past rings of tight muscle, and you throw your head back against the sand, your cries strangled with moans. He clicks at you, but it's garbled with his own soft gasps. Briefly, you wonder if this is his first time.

He fucks into you like it's the last time he'll ever get to, his tail wrapping between your legs. By the time your first orgasm washes over you, you've already ceased struggling, too boneless to offer any resistance when your thoughts are compromised and your entire body screams to be fucked thoroughly. You don't think twice when he shivers against you, filling you with something slick. It's not very viscous, but it also doesn't feel like semen. You try to ask him what it is, but he doesn't understand. You're not sure you understand yourself either, what with all of the mindless filth you're babbling.

But then a second, much larger cock joins the first inside and if you weren't full before you definitely feel it now. You open your mouth to protest, but he captures it in a long, passionate smooch that quite literally steals your breath. You're whining into his mouth, loud and reedy just as something small and gelatinous passes through, settling deep in your womb. There's a second that follows and then a third, fourth, and fifth; and soon you've lost count just how long you've spent laid out on the beach, plastered to the ground like a beached whale, while the eel mer above you stays pinned to you. It didn't take you long to realize the little pudgy orbs are eggs, each one taking up residence in your packed womb until you're fit to burst. You lift your head from the sand to peer at your belly in the aftermath, a great round thing, bloated as if you've just eaten your fill and much more.

Jade is all over you, fondling and petting, beaming so proudly despite how obviously exhausted he looks. He's clicking again and this time you think you can understand the general gist of what he's saying: You did so well. Good job. But maybe his words are more fond than that. Maybe there's more romance to his speech when he looks at you like you're the most precious being in his universe (and you are, but no words from your or his lexicon could ever truly explain that). You're not sure if your guess is right, but you do know that this isn't the end. If anything, it's the beginning.

Together, you'll build a beautiful family. Your fry will want for nothing; Jade will do all he can to ensure that you'll carry to term and that the surviving little ones live healthy lives, and you'll be by his side, forever and always, his precious mate.

[crybaby-bkg]

most insane comment I can proudly say I’ve ever received in my life 🙏🏼

[17timesananus]

What do you mean the Guinness World Record company is a meaningless marketing tool and a greedy for-profit organization and not a ragtag group of passionate record keepers documenting the records made by the common man with a weird hobby or skill??