#jadezee

[pregnantradford]

JADEZEE MY LOVE <33 oh how my heart aches for them, literally SO UPSET8NG thats there 8arely any other ship art of them A CRIM8

not to mention that all there ship art is 8y me or comissioned (2) 8y me! 8luh.

[pregnantradford]

conclusion that i somehow made

also

[pkeaniash-blog]

Jade and Gamzee get high and also there’s a posessed fursuit in this

Your name is JADE HARLEY and you’re so stressed. Between taking care of the new commissions and your demanding job you’ve barely had time to take care of yourself, or spend time with your boyfriend for that matter. You love making FURSUITS for other people, really! But you wish that you hadn’t to work multiple jobs, and that you didn’t have to charge so much for them. Overall you’re feeling so much stress you’re having a hard time sleeping, and GAMZEE is starting to become concerned. Concerned would be putting it lightly, since he’s been following you all day asking if he can make you food, or give you a backrub, anything that would make it all go away. “Gamzee! I can take care of myself” You said, putting ketchup on cereal instead of milk. “I’ll be fine! I’m just…Tired..” The clown frowned “That ain’t right sis. Y’all have been complaining on my ears non stop about them fursuits…One might become afraid y’ain’t enjoying making those miracles anymore”

You groaned. Why did Gamzee have to make so much sense right now? Stupid supportive boyfriends and their miraculous word majyks. “I enjoy making the suits!” You said while chewing on the red stained froot loops, it was surprisingly good. “I don’t need a break!” You lied through your teeth. God did you need a break, but breaks didn’t pay the bills. Gamzee then took out a blunt. “You’re chillaxing, now. None of that work bullshit” He sat down next to you, passing you the devil’s herb, that shit be tempting yo.

“I don’t need to get high!” You said, craving the lettuce like you crave clown dick. “I am perfectly able to keep working thank you very much!”

He frowns, it is an adorable frown that you would have not normally succumbed to, except this time you’re severely sleep deprived. You hesitantly start smoking the kanaya.

You lay down on the couch, and wonder if something should be happening. “Want to watch a movie? I found a chill looking one” He smiles, and you nod.

You both stare blankly as a puppet tries to murder a child on screen. You see Gamzee is plain hypnotized, when did you get pizza? When did you take off your shirt? You don’t even remember what this movie is about.

You hear something move. Gamzee speaks up “I’m ready to be taken now my lord” and you burst out laughing, you keep lauhing, you’re fucking crying.

Until you see it, clear as ever, the fursuit you were working on is walking on it’s own. It glows burgundy and floats, it approaches you and says “Ok I guess I’m here now”

You stare blankly at her. You have no idea what’s happening.

“I don’t like that my new body is a dog, I’m not ok with it”

You respond “You don’t like…dogs?”

Gamzee throws himself on the floor in front of the fursuit “Make it quick, spare my bitchsis”

 “Gamzee nooo” You said, crying. “It’s ok I’ll get rid of her” You attempt to punch the fursuit, she dodges.

“I guess I’m leaving now”

You wake up next morning with your boobs covered in ketchup and a feeling of dread after seeing something you shouldn’t have. You find every fursuit you were working on somehow finished.

You think this is what miracles feel like