#official statement

Today, Friday 7th February at 1.10 p.m., HRH Princess Sofia gave birth to a daughter at Danderyd Hospital in Stockholm.

The baby weighs 3645 grams and is 49 centimetres long.

Prince Carl Philip was present at Danderyd Hospital throughout the birth.

"We are happy to welcome our newborn daughter into the world. The big brothers are now looking forward to getting to know their new little sister," says Prince Carl Philip.

Love is love.

That being said I personally would never want 2 be mpregged by anyone (no matter what the haters say!). However I will not begrudge any man an mpreg if it brings them joy.

You freaks are disgusting. Why would you want a man 2 give brith out of his butt. Why.

Yes I have read "mpreg" fictions. No I did not like them that much. Some were pretty good despite the unsavory mpreg sections.

A lot of the Jeff the Killer Mpreg scene on AO3 seems 2 be monopolized by one user who primarily writes Laughing Jack x Jeff the Killer (in which Jeff the Killer is pregnant). This is a problem.

Similarly most of what I am seeing involves Jeff the Killer as the one mpregged. Why? Let ohters be mpregged for once. Why does Jeff the Killer always have 2 be the one giving birth out of his butt. It's not fiar.

Literally why would you do this 2 him. Jeff the Killer does not want 2 be mpregged by any of you. He doesn't wnat this. Not from yuo or Laughing Jack of Ticci Toby or anyone. I know that if it came down 2 it he could carry my child but what kind of sick conceited freak do u have 2 be 2 think Jeff the Killer would want u 2 mpreg him.

Isn't it Danny?? The "Mystery" Lover?

I can't neither confirm or deny this information, Mr. Drake-Wayne has chosen to keep this information hidden and revealing the information would be a violation of his and his partners privacy.

You may call Shaggy x Ron a crackship. Well, I call it surrealism in all aspects of the word, on par with the pioneers of surrealist art, film, and literature. Like Dalí, Magritte, Cocteau, and many more, the weight of a movement rests upon my shoulders.

I did not wake up today believing I'd write this post. No, but the calling came to me when I was looking through my camera roll (as a normal person does; yes, I know it may be difficult to imagine a figure of SHAGGYxRONenthusiast's caliber participating in the mundane) and I found the art that defined much of my 2023 summer. It was a walk down memory lane, to say the least. A walk in which, yes, I carried the weight of a movement.

An energy came over me when I did see my old pieces of art. Does anyone here live in Purple? Has anyone experienced not only ego death but a subsequent ego revival so it may die again? Think about a phrase so paradoxical it becomes plain-stated. Imagine seeing reoccurring signs of death... on your birthday. When you close your eyes and stare into your eyelids, you can feel yourself spinning until it doesn't matter whether your eyes are open or closed because the Universe sits in front of you regardless. Your movements then align with the pulsing of your heart, alternating periods of restful paralysis and potential. You find that living things are not made up by series of pieces, like nesting dolls. You, as consciousness floating omnisciently, find that we do not have bodies. That there is no physicality, no weight to carry.

This is the feeling of when my subconscious forfeited these pieces of art back to the active plane of myself and my world. It is only as I communicate with ronginators through the material world that I rely on body. Admittedly, if the experiment of SHAGGYxRONenthusiast on ao3 and Wattpad was the breakfast and lunch, the engagement that we received was the 5-course supper. Reading the comments of fans and casual readers brought the meat and potatoes to my plate. Seeing how this movement impacted real people drizzled the gravy. Now imagine this process repeating itself fivefold with each piece of engagement. Think of a plate of your favorite meal, perhaps a food representative of your own culture, and imagine your favorite author SHAGGYxRONethusiast daintily devouring the plate, like a piggy eating from its trough. The art brought back these flavors to my maw. But herein lies the paradox: I am simultaneously reliant on and absent from the state where I taste this meal. The weight of the movement sheds as the 5-course suppers become less frequent. But now I've realized that I am strong, and I am ready to once again carry the weight of the movement on my shoulders such as one carries their child.

I hope this message is sufficient for my ronginators. For everything, thank you. I have no surreal dream sequence that tells me what the future may hold, but, with love, thank you.

-SHAGGYxRONenthusiast

below i have included one of my favorites