#SDJ Jacktor

[alizera62quartz]

SDJ- I'm a Phoenix baby and you're my Spark~

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[veenomsart]

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[luciddreamrr]

Cyber Goth Joseph

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[luckyclovernb]

Joseph not understanding modern references makes me chuckle.

[o0-marsarts-0o]

Her Vespa broke down so he came to pick her up

[unearthedskeleton]

ageless, blank, minors DO NOT interact, will be blocked so fuckin fast

anyways, hello. i attempted at drawing mr.haberdae in the OG style while Bad Boys by Wham! played in the background.

[kurokrisps]

Ready, Set, Jo!!

Since seeing those alternate color sprites of Jack where he's red variant and purple variant, I imagined a slapstick style slice of life comedy where Jacktor has three different versions of himself that are just sort of triggered by goofy scenarios.

If it's a good day and things go well, you get Sunny Day Jack! If things are in disarray and Jo is upset, you get Thunder Jack! And if Jo is sad and things just can't seem to go his way, you get Rainy Jack.

What's a guy to do?

[ligmaballsbaby]

Jennifer Lovethrust (swwsdj OC)

As you can tell by her last name her parents were terrible and she got bullied in school :3

[elfqueen006]

Trash

Tags: roommates, the 80s, alcohol mention, Joseph sucks a bit in this, unrequited love, canon divergent

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“Come on, baby, please?”

You hear Joseph’s voice in the living room as you throw on some clothes. You decide to listen in, curious. Who’s on the chopping block this time?

“Just… please send me some cash, I’ll take you out and we can have a sweet time tonight.” he said, speaking honey sweet words into the receiver. “I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say?”

You push your door open carefully so as not to make a sound, stepping out into the hallway.

“No- no, baby! Baby…” he pleaded profusely before his expression soured. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled, slamming the phone onto the hook. At the same time you shut the door and hurried out from the hallway.

“You called?”

Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose, “I said fucking bitch…”

“Oh, thought you said (Name).”

Joseph chuckles and his initial bad mood seems to be forgotten once he sees you’re carrying a wallet. “I was wondering where that was. Couldn’t find it in your jacket.” He nods to the aforementioned, hanging on the coat rack. When you moved in it had just been there. ‘Came with the room,’ your landlord said, but you thought better of that. You just assumed someone left it and brushed it off with a shrug; after all, who doesn’t like free stuff?

You raised a brow, “You went through my jacket?”

He smiles, “Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“Besides, you told me to help myself to whatever I wanted. Your food is mine, mine is yours, etcetera…” 

“I was referring to the kitchen and television, Joseph.”

You don’t even know why you were explaining that. He obviously knew, otherwise he wouldn’t be giving you that “yes I’m a bastard but don’t you wanna pinch my cheeks?” face.

“I only found sixty-two cents anyway.” he muttered.

“Did you keep it?”

“No, It wasn’t even enough for a pack of cigarettes.”

“The economy…” you said.

Joseph shrugged and flopped down on the couch, his massive weight pushing it back a bit. You wince when it hits the wall.

“Easy on the couch, you know shit here is cheap..” you said.

“So you should have no problem buying another one.” Joseph replied. He barely helped pay the rent enough as is, so why would he pitch in for the furniture? You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him though, his ex-girl over the phone was probably going to be half of this month’s rent.

He sees you throwing on your jacket and raises up slightly, “Where ya going?”

“To get a drink,” you said. The man’s eyes light up at that and he instantly hops off the couch.

“Oh, hang on! Lemme get my jacket too!”

“I’m only getting a pack of wine coolers.” you said, but Joseph was already coming back in his ratty corduroy.

“I’ll take a smidgen of anything with alcohol in it right now, let’s just go!” he then began to pull you along with him out the door.

You didn’t get wine coolers like you planned. After a lot of hassling from Joseph he convinced you to come to a small bar on the side of the wall of a building. One of the places he frequented most likely, as everyone knew him by name. The bartender regarded him with annoyance and mild amusement as he spouted some schmoozy words about his day and why he’d be late on his payment that day.

“Put it on my tab? Thanks.” Joseph said with a smile.

“Can I just have a coke?” you asked.

You heard Joseph scoff beside you, “Really? What happened to wine coolers?”

“The stuff from here is too pricey…”

“I literally come here because the shit here is cheap!” Joseph said.

“If it’s so cheap, why don’t you pay your tab on time?” The bartender said, pouring you a glass of coke.

“I just never have it when I need it!”

“When you need it, you’re spending it on booze.” You muttered into your cup.

Abruptly Joseph stood up, waving the two of you off. “Fuck the both of you…”

Sighing, you continue to nurse your drink. Then, deciding to look over the menu’s cheaper options, you decide it wouldn't be a big loss to spike your drink a bit. You hold out your cup to the bartender asking him for a shot of low quality liquor in your coke. 

Joseph is taking a while to come back from…wherever the hell he is. At first, you assumed he was going to the bathroom. You hoped he didn’t ditch you with the tab.

The bartender leaned down on the bar counter, getting eye level with you. “So, you with him?” he asked.

“Yeah but I’m not paying for his tab.” you replied simply.

“No, I mean like, is he your man?”

You scrunch your nose and you can’t tell if it’s because of the question or your drink’s sharp taste. You simply shook your head, looking elsewhere.

The bartender hums, “Do you like him?”

“Yeah… he’s nice.” A quick glance at the bartender told you he wasn’t impressed with your answer. He was clearly digging for more. Perhaps some gossip. And while that wasn’t your thing exactly, you found yourself confessing to something you didn’t think would come out of your mouth.

“I don’t date guys like Joseph.”

“What are guys like Joseph?”

“...”

Trash. Scheming, whorish, trash. Like many other bumpkins, Joseph came to the city with a dime and a dream. They often leave with nothing, get lucky, or scrape for the scraps the big dogs leave behind. He was a lost puppy that couldn’t be kept and wanted something different than what you could give him. When he didn’t want anymore he left without warning, and took to the streets.

He was cut from an imbalanced cloth; born with good looks, a big dick, and bad judgment.

But you liked him. It was hard not to, he was attractive. He was funny. And he was confident, even when he was wrong. You were pretty sure that your fascination went beyond just wanting to sleep with him. But you knew who he was and his type. He’d confessed to trying to steal from you for chrissakes.

You couldn’t say you knew the exact outcome for Joseph, seeing as he was fairly new to the city. And there were times you wanted to help him get to where he’s going. But you didn’t want to be that person who fell for a grifter, sweet talked into giving when you had enough until you had nothing. Even if there were a chance he’d want you, convince you to elope with him on a motorbike, heading to wherever the wind took you – what would you have to show for it when the man you’d rely on had no sense and not a penny to his name?

Love? 

“Well-”

“Guess who just got forty dollars easy, you bitches?” Joseph triumphantly boasted, slamming a couple of twenties with some change on the counter and sliding it towards the bartender. 

“How’d you come up with that so fast?” you asked.

Joseph smirked, “I have my ways.”

 In the next second, an older flushed man hastily pulled his pants up as he scrambled out of the bathroom; you gave an impressed nod.

“Lemme just…get that,” you swiped one of the twenties and pocketed it.

“Wh- hey! That could’ve covered half my tab!” Joseph protested.

“And now it’s covering half your rent,” you said, grinning at him.

Joseph sucked his teeth. “And here I was thinking you liked me for my smoldering personality.”

“Add on a bank account to that personality, and I might like you more than I do now.”

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i think i'll make a part 2 to this. I originally planned for there to be smut, but I'm burnt out lowkey. I got several different drafts on the backburner.

[kala-basaa]

Plan B ✌️

Here's another birthday doodle request from @gloomynightbasil ! Still thinking about this one from time to time!

[alizera62quartz]

SDJ- Werewolf Joseph Haberdae! ~

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[zombii-ships]

Imagine, werewolf Joseph in heat

SWWSDJ

This took FOREVER but i hope yall enjoy! 🍀✨

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“Honey?”

“Hm?”

“You’re doing the thing again.”

“Huh- oh! Oh shit, my bad.”

Jacktor backed up, releasing his tight grip around his partner. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he composed himself, his fluffy ears lying back on his head, and his tail wrapped around his leg in embarrassment.

“Sorry, darlin’”

“It’s okay, any other time it would be fine, i’m just trying to cook right now. Get my vegetable prep on.”

The two chuckled, as Jacktor loosened up a bit. He wasn’t exactly sensitive about how clingy his heat could make him when it was getting to its peak, but it was definitely uncomfortable for him. He’d catch himself staring at (MC), his breath growing ragged and needy as his mind wandered to everything he wanted to do with them…to them…and fuck- what they could do to him-

“Babe?”

“Huh?”

“Back up please.”

“Fuck.”

He stepped back, groaning in annoyance as he ran his hands down his face. He did it again, god, why was it so intense this cycle?! Jacktor resigned to grabbing a chair from the living room, and taking a seat across the kitchen from his lover. He plopped down heavily, his fluffy tail batting against the floor as he bounced his leg, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter.

“This. Is. The. Worst.” He thought to himself, watching (MC) as they went about making dinner. One of his least favorite parts of his heat was his senses going into overdrive; and this was no exception to that. Whatever fragrant rice dish (MC) was cooking was flooding his nostrils, the beautiful mix of spices and herbs were pleasant, but he was more focused on another scent. (MC)’s to be exact.

Why the hell did they smell so good? So sweet, but earthy…and just all around pleasant. It didn’t help that they were just standing there, humming to themself. Jacktor huffed quietly, fidgeting as their voice permeated his sensitive eardrums, the tone and pitch damn near driving him wild right then and there. He adjusted in his seat, mentally cursing at just how hard he was just from hearing them.

“Almost done, okay?”

“Mhm.” Jacktor lowered his head, his hands pressing against his lap to try and quell his throbbing issue. God, just their voice right now was enough to drive him crazy. Why couldn’t they just get takeout? Why wasn’t he deep in them right now? Why wasn’t that perfect, warm mouth of theirs taking his length in? Was this some kind of tease? A punishment?

Watching (MC) raise their spoon to those soft, perfect lips of theirs to taste their finished product, he let out a quiet whine, feeling like the desperate dog his heat often reduced him to. If it was possible for a man to be jealous of a kitchen utensil, now was that moment. Their expression as they tried to figure out what the dish needed, the way (MC) licked their lips, the satisfied noises they emitted as they were pleased with what they made, it was all too much. Jacktor could feel his body heating up, his head getting foggy, his better judgement replaced with a feral need to touch them. He needed to

Quick as a flash, Jacktor stood up, rushing to his partner, his broad frame pressing against their back. (MC) could feel Jacktor’s warmth behind them, his breathing heavy and hot. They looked back over their shoulder at their boyfriend, watching his flushed face scrunch with desire and discomfort, his ears twitching as he tried to keep his head together.

“Babe?”

“Mm.”

“Getting bad?”

“M-mhm.”

They turned around, sizing Jacktor up as he pressed against them, damn near backing them into the counter as his strong, toned arms were placed on either side of them. He whined, leaning into (MC)’s neck and rubbing against them, before whispering in their ear.

“I really need you…’s getting really intense.” Jacktor almost whimpered, his voice dripping with desperation, frustration and lust.

(MC) was shocked, usually Jacktor’s heat was intense, but their boyfriend looked like he was about to pass out from how overwhelmed he was in this moment. They smiled, reaching their hand up to rub the fluff of his twitchy ears, running their hands through his hair. Jacktor let out a haggard breath, his hips twitching as they shifted against (MC). They chuckled a bit.

“That bad, huh?”

“I can’t make it calm down…really need to cum. I gotta cum in you.” Jacktor quietly admitted.

“How bad do you need to cum, babe?”

Jacktor breathed, a shaky gulp clearing his throat as he tilted his head towards their ear.

“I wanna fill you up. Wanna keep going til there’s nothing left in me.”

“Whats the magic word?” (MC) laid their hand flat against Jacktor’s cock, gently rubbing through his jeans as his tail twitched, the stimulation making his head spin.

“Fuck-“

“Go on.”

���Please? Fuck, babe, please? God- I can’t show up on set like this tomorrow I need you right now. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-“

“You know what, okay puppy. Let’s- wh- hey!!”

Before (MC) knew it, they were being lifted up, their ass on the kitchen counter, and Jacktor standing between their legs. He looked almost ecstatic, his tail behind him wagging so hard it was creating a slight breeze. Sighing, Jacktor reached for (MC)’s pants, fiddling with the zipper before their hand swatted his away. With a frustrated whimper, he met their gaze, surprised to see it already fixed on his.

“You first.” (MC) crooned, undoing Jacktor’s jeans, and dropping his boxers. Between the air on his length, their touch, and his heat making him feel nearly insatiable, Jacktor was rock hard, his cock standing at attention, twitching in his lover’s hand. (MC) smiled, watching the pearly beads of pre-cum drip from his tip. His heat really did make Jacktor ungodly sensitive. Pressing their thumb gently against the head of their wolf boy’s cock, (MC) spread the slick fluid around, gently stroking Jacktor as they lubed him up. He usually leaked quite a bit, but when he was in heat, he dripped like a faucet.

“H-hah…” He breathed out, nestling his face into his partner’s neck. Jacktor’s claws gently scraped against (MC)’s shoulders as he embraced them, his hips bucking as he thrusted into their hand.

“You really needed this, didn’t you?” (MC) mused, tangling their free hand in Jacktor’s hair, relishing in their boyfriend’s desperate breaths and grunts. His body was so warm, and the feeling of his nails digging into their back told them everything they needed to know.

“Need you. Fuck, I wanna be inside you so damn bad.” Jacktor whined, rutting himself against their palm.

“How bad.”

“Gonna overheat if I don’t. ‘m gonna pass out.” He whined, greedy for any sort of relief, any release. God, (MC) was so warm, they smelled so good, their voice was so perfect- taunting and sweet. They’d be the death of him if he didn’t get to fuck them- breed them- right then and there. Jacktor felt as if he was reduced to what his instincts wanted- fuck and be close to his lover. His mind felt like it was on autopilot as he rolled his hips into his partner’s grasp- fuck, it just wasn’t enough.

“Ready, babe?”

His eyes snapped to attention, his breathing ragged as he looked at (MC), the way they they sat there on the kitchen counter, legs spread as they toyed with themselves with their free hand, their gaze square on his own. Jacktor felt his cock jump, his tip weeping as he was finally given the okay.

“I’ve never been more ready, shit-“ Jacktor grunted, wrapping (MC)’s arms around his shoulders. He lifted them up, seemingly effortlessly as he eased himself into their eager opening, a heavy, uneven, sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips as their walls clung around his length. Checking to make sure they were okay, he ran a hand through their hair as he pressed their back against the cabinets. Ears twitching as his sensitive hearing picked up the delicious wet squish of him entering them. With his hips stuttering, he slowly thrust, savoring the feeling, the warmth of his partner’s body. Jacktor pressed himself against them, wrapping (MC)’s legs around his hips as he eased himself into their grippy, wet walls.

They stayed there for a moment, (MC) essentially cockwarming their werewolf lover, Jacktor eased his face into the crook of their neck as he breathed heavy, needy, ragged breaths.

“Ah- you okay, babe?“ (MC) breathed out, grasping at their lover’s back.

After a moment, and a few soft licks to the nape of (MC)’s neck, Jacktor cleared his throat and spoke.

“Sorry. Just…got a little too excited. Didn’t wanna spoil the fun too early.”

“That’s fine, I- fuck!”

Without so much as another word, Jacktor plunged back into his partner, bullying his full length into them- he felt his knees weaken for a moment, but steadied himself. He leaned back, wrapping (MC) up in his arms, all but lifting them onto his cock as they wrapped their legs around him. Jacktor swiveled them around, pressing their back against the refrigerator as he rutted into them, again, and again, and again. A heady grunt left his lips, as his unsheathed claws began to gently scrape against their back.

“Y’feel amazing. Perfect even.” Jacktor breathed out.

“You made for me or something-“ He rambled, drunk with sex as he plowed into them again. “Fit like a glove.”

His ears flattened on his head, his tail twitching behind him as he thrusted, a hazy ecstasy clouding his vision as he tried to focus on his lover’s heavenly face.

MC, overstimulated by Jacktor’s pace and just how handsy the man was getting- his clawed fingers grabbing and scraping everywhere they could get, groping their ass, running his fingers against their sides, or squeezing their thighs. His mouth was just as generous as his hands, devilishly and hungrily licking their soft skin and leaving a paper trail of bites and hickies wherever he could.

“So perfect, s-so warm f’me.” Jacktor whined like a an overtaxed puppy, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his pace going from steady and methodical to shaky and desperate as he got close.

“Fuck- puppy you’re so deep- slow down..” MC moaned, their voice going in and out in time with Jacktor’s heavy pace. His hand reached down, palming their chest, his mouth nipping at their neck.

“Please please please please-“ He breathed out, each word punctuated by another deep thrust, the feeling of MC around his shaft driving him absolutely insane. Their warmth, the way their voice resonated in his sensitive ears, their arms wrapped around him. His cock, his shoulders, his entire being- wrapped up in them. He was so, so close, pressing into them, his cock bullying into them- looking for space that didn’t exist. He was too far gone, all words reduced to whines and babbling nonsense and desperate grunts. MC could feel just how warm he was, how worked up, frenzied he was in this heat. They swore he was barely even looking at them anymore, his eyes hazy with lust. So close. So, so close-

“Shit- gonna fill you up. Need to fill you up. Can’t wait to just…ngh-“

“Fuck- Jacktor!”

“So warm, so tight- fuck, I can actually hear how wet you are…”

“C-cumming-“

“Then cum. Cum all over me, gorgeous. Fuck, I need you to feel good. Need you to s-soak my cock. N-need you to feel good so I can…”

“I love you-“ MC panted, overstimulated, stuffed full of their lycan lover’s thick cock, and hazy in the afterglow of their orgasm.

Those three words broke something in Jacktor; his hips spasming as he bucked into his lover’s cum-slicked opening. Digging his claws into their back, his breath hitched, legs nearly shaking as he came, and came. He whispered hushed praises into their ear, warm ropes of white painting their insides as he came down from his own climax. Jacktor’s eyes closed shut, leaning in to kiss his lover, his lips crashing into theirs before peppering the rest of their face with quick, thankful kisses.

The two of them stayed there for a few minutes, intertwined, embracing each other as Jacktor noted the rhythmic yet erratic sound of MC’s excited heart. He was the first to break their comfortable silence.

“Got- um, a little carried away there. Thank you for helping me out.” He sheepishly spoke, his voice husky and tired sounding. It had taken him a moment, but as he held his beloved close to him, gently tracing patterns into their back with his claws, his senses were coming back to him. He sighed happily, thankful that his heat was beginning to settle down.

“This one was kind of an intense one.” Jacktor confessed, clearing his throat.

“It’s no problem, baby. I’m not gonna pretend like you didn’t feel amazing.” MC almost crooned, smirking at their boyfriend, reaching a kind hand up to smooth down his fluffy, newly messy hair. The two shared a soft, tired laugh.

“Anything I can do for you?”

“Pull out and put me on the bed? That would be pretty good.” MC chuckled.

Jacktor tensed, realizing he hadn’t yet pulled out of them.

“Shit! My bad, boo. Lemme uh- fix that.”

As he eased out of his partner’s still-warm walls, the thought-image of his cum spilling right back out of them, the creamy liquid pushing out of them, almost had him hard again. He wouldn’t mind filling them up over and over again, just for the sake of them being full of him-

He had to settle down before he flared something back up.

Jacktor adjusted his hold on MC, carrying them in his arms as he walked to their bedroom. He hummed to himself, leaning his head down to kiss them again. And again. And again. His shaggy tail wagged behind them, happily patting against the wall of the hallway every few beats.

“Whoa there big dog, someone’s affectionate today.” MC smirked, unhooking a hand from Jacktor’s shoulder to tousle the messy mop of dark, fluffy hair on his head.

“You just made me feel amazing, seems like the perfect time to show some appreciation.” Jacktor replied, his heavy head leaning into MC’s touch.

“I will definitely take that appreciation in cuddles and a shit ton of snacks later, if you’re offering.” MC mused, holding their arms out, grabbing at the air as they motioned for Jacktor to join them in the bed. He of course, was more than happy to spend that time with them, and eased himself onto the bed- his weight displacing them just a bit as he curled around his beloved partner. MC turned to face him, burying their face in his shoulder, curling their hand into the werewolf’s locks as he breathed out a content hum.

[luciddreamrr]

I like Joseph better when he has heeled boots and bell-bottoms (and mascara) ❤️

[luckyclovernb]

This one's a classic and still one of my favorites I've done to this day. Please PLEASE I'm begging that y'all give this man a happy ending he's suffered enough. 😭

[mothinspace1]

I present you Moth Joseph! Want Moth Jack too?

[sunnydayroleplay]

We kinda made hcs about it, buuuuut how would Joseph handle his child that's been staying up wayyyyy passed their bedtime because they want to see their mama/papa and keeps escaping the bed to wait by the front door?

Hi..so I know I was supposed to respond to this months ago but shh.... I'm back from the dead. (For now)

Anyway! This is gonna be short and simple, you guys all know the drill!

18- DNI, though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is not. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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So, it's around 8pm

Joseph's youngins bedtime!

(For this case, let's say the kid is arouns 2-3.)

"Goodnight sweetheart" Joseph murmured softly as he kissed his baby's forehead and tucked them in.

He left the bedroom, turning on a small night light and leaving the bedroom door ajar.

Joseph is definitely a night owl, so he typically goes to bed around 12 or 1 on non-work days, and 11 when he has work.

He heads to his fridge to crack himself a cold one and unwinds on his couch.

A few minutes pass by. It's peaceful and quiet.

...

...Too quiet.

Joseph sighs loudly and pushes himself off the couch, putting his opened beer down on a nearby table as he began to walk towards upstairs and into his child's room-

-When all of a sudden he's greeted by his own kid standing there by the staircase, a plushie in hand.

"Jesus..you scared me bud." He chuckled nervously, but was overall relieved that his kid was alright.

He picked them off the ground, ruffling their hair before walking back upstairs to retuck them.

"You can't be getting up and away like that. You need to stay in bed kiddo."

Like before, he kisses his kid goodnight and tucks them back in, leaving the door slightly ajar again.

8:35pm.

He figured maybe his kid didn't want to be so far away from their dad, so Joseph grabbed his beer from downstairs and walked into his bedroom right across their room.

He sat back in his desk chair, finishing off the rest of the bottle while reading some random magazines, newspapers, or catching up on the new SDJ scripts for the show.

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The time is now 9:01pm.

As Joseph went to throw out his empty brown bottle, he once again had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

It was once again too quiet.

He didn't hear any shuffling of bedsheets, or the light snores he could hear from anywhere in the house.

He exited his room, only to find his kid sitting down in front of Joseph's bedroom door.

"You should be in bed, why do you keep getting up silly?"

Like the other two times, he picked them up, kissed them, tucked them in.

But this time he stood by the slightly ajar door.

Not less than 2 minutes later, he sees his toddler waddle out of the room, immediately stopping once they see their father.

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh is right buddy, c'mon! Back to bed! It's wayy past your bedtime."

Now, usually, if his kid did this, he would stay with them and have his kid sleep with him for the night. (Only if the kid does it more than his usual 3 times.)

And usually after three times, the kid stops and sleeps.

But, if his kid continues to be stubborn and protest

Joseph closes the door and ends up sleeping on the floor in front of the bedroom door so the kid can't come out, but Joseph can make sure his baby isn't getting into any trouble.