#undecided challenge

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[applesaucesims]

Following the twins' birthday tea, the guests had scattered in smaller groups across the McGregor house's ground floor. The celebrations were not ending soon, with chatter being heard all over.

Kenneth had offered to be the musical entertainment for his nieces' birthday, but it proved to be more difficult than expected. The girls were as different as they ever were, which translated to their music tastes, too. Ruby wanted to hear love songs to sing along to, while Dorothy insisted the occasion called for a faster pace suitable for dancing.

Finally, Kenneth let out a sigh and interrupted the girls with an idea for what he was convinced was the perfect song in this case, one that he had only recently arranged for piano.

[🎵]

With the argument coming to an end, Dorothy got too bored of standing around any longer, so she turned around to find something else to do. The first thing she caught sight of was her brother talking to his best friend. She knew Dayton somewhat well already, with her and Ruby playing with him, too, when they were all children. But she felt she knew him a bit better than that still, having read all of the sweet things Ruby wrote about him in her diary. Of course, she did not know that Dorothy had secretly read it.

Confidently, she walked up to the pair to strike up conversation. Ruby was never going to do anything outside of her diary anyway, so what was stopping her sister from approaching the older boy herself?

It was easy finding an excuse to interrupt the conversation. As the girls were growing older, it became more difficult for them to share a room, never truly having time just to themselves. And with Louis out of the house, there was a huge room that stayed empty for most days. Of course, Dorothy had to talk to him about this, but there was still time for that later.

The younger of the twins quickly drew her attention away from her brother, focusing much more on Dayton instead, batting her eyelashes innocently as she struck up a conversation. Dayton was especially taken aback by her forwardness and the way she spoke so much without really seeming to listen. However, he had known her for a while already, so it was not exactly new to him, just more apparent than before.

As Dorothy walked away from the two, she left the other two behind in confusion. But after a moment of puzzledly staring at each other in silence, they could not help but break out into laughter, not really knowing what else to say. While Louis was still busy trying to contain his laughter, Dayton threw another look at the girls that were now standing together at the piano again. Though he was still baffled most of all, he could not help but feel intrigued by how the girl that had invited him in the first place had approached him. But perhaps that was a thought for another time, he was mostly here for his friend after all.

[TRANSCRIPT]

*scattered conversations*

Dorothy: "Lulu! Sorry to interrupt. We were just wondering, since you live at the academy and all that. Do you really still need that big of a room here?"

Louis: "Oh, uhm... I hadn't thought about it."

Dorothy: "That's fine. Let's talk about it more later."

Louis: "Sure-"

Dorothy: "Hi, Day-Day! So glad you could make it. How's life treating ya?"

Dayton: "Well, I suppose things are as good as they can be."

Dorothy: "Fantastic! Oh, would you like to stay a bit, after everyone left? We just haven't seen you in so long!"

Dayton: "I mean, I was planning to, anyway."

Dorothy: "Lovely! Well... You know where to find me. I mean... Ruby and me." *chuckles*

Louis: "..."

Louis & Dayton: "Pfffft-" *breaking out into laughter*

Louis: *laughter continues*

Dayton: "..."

[crookedghosts]

ASJDKSJD CHALLENGERS BUT ITS PIPER AND VALGRACE AND IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING FOR ALL THREE OF THEM

[internetgiraffekid1673]

YES I AM STILL DOING OC-TOBER! I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S MID-NOVEMBER, I'MMA FINISH THIS DAMMIT!

By the way. Remember when I told you I did prompt 21 last time? Yeah that was a lie, that was prompt 20. TODAY is prompt 21, draw your OC with your favorite character

I have a lot of favorite characters from a lot of favorite medias, but I have firmly decided that my favorite book of all time is Disenchanted: The Trials of Cinderella by Megan Morrison. It's the second book in a series, and it is SOOOOOOOO good.

Anyway, my favorite character from that book is the blue fairy Serge. He's a fashionable model of professionalism who is waiting for his asshole boss to retire so that he can fix the fairy-godparenting business to help children in need instead of just rich brats. All of his carefully laid plans are abruptly hijacked when he gets an apprentice in Jasper, the crimson fairy who RADIATES dramatic theatre kid energy. I refuse to spoil anything else though.

In the Land of Tyme (the world where this book is set), witches are created by selling their souls to the Great White Fairy in the Sky (who's an asshole, but not explicitly a satanic allegory). To maintain their lives and powers, they have to consume innocence, usually accomplished by eating children. Witch and fairy magic do NOT mix, don't play nice with each other, repel each other, and make the users of both physically weakened and ill. It's like poison.

While Hazel's done some heinous stuff, she's not a cannibal, and she only preys on other evil people. Serge has no way of knowing this, and would be absolutely horrified in a number of ways if he met a child witch, while Hazel would just be confused.

Everybody go read The Land of Tyme series by Megan Morrison, it's been intricately worldbuilt to a degree that I would actually describe the books as lessons on civics, ethics, and politics disguised as fractured fairytales. They're REALLY REALLY good. Anyway.

[bloomingkyras]

some random screenshots that I took at Sulani while I'm playing with a new challenge for my other simsblr but i end up delete everything 😅

[ghostmaking]

i finished the rdr2 main storyline (please picture me sitting at a bar with my face in one hand and a whiskey in the other with a cigarette between my fingers)

[potatoesandsunshine]

tlovm season three trailer and once again i must apologize for the person i will become when this comes out

[easterneyenews]

Sunak and Starmer launch ‘personal attacks’ in final debate

PRIME MINISTER Rishi Sunak and Labour leader Keir Starmer went head-to-head on Wednesday (26) in their last debate before an election next week, with both launching highly personal attacks over their and their parties’ credibility.With Sunak’s Tories trailing Labour by around 20 points in the polls, the prime minister went on the attack, accusing Starmer of not being straight with the country on migration, tax and women’s rights, and urging voters not to “surrender” to the Labour.Starmer responded that Sunak was too rich to understand the concerns of most ordinary Britons. A snap YouGov poll said the debate had been a tie, with both on 50%.

[grapejuicebrat]

just friends - d.s.

warnings: none just disgustingly cute imagine😛

my masterlist

———

You had always been close with Madelyn. Ever since you met on set of one of her projects, the two of you clicked instantly. Movie nights, spontaneous road trips, and long FaceTime calls became routine. Naturally, through her, you met Drew Starkey.

At first, he was just Madelyn’s friend. Then, he was your friend, too.

And maybe—just maybe—you wished he was something more.

It wasn’t your fault he made it so hard not to fall for him.

Like right now.

“Okay, I’m calling it,” Drew announced, dramatically throwing down his controller. “I can’t beat you at this game. It’s physically impossible.”

You grinned, biting your lip to hide your victory laugh. “You say that every time, and yet you still challenge me.”

Drew groaned, flopping backward onto the couch beside you, one arm draped lazily across his face. “Because I have hope. Hope that one day, I’ll witness a miracle and actually win.”

Madelyn, sitting across the room, snorted. “I’ve been trying to tell you, Drew. She’s undefeated.”

He peeked at you from beneath his arm, his blue eyes playful. “How does it feel being this good at everything?”

You shrugged, nudging his leg with your sock-clad foot. “It’s a burden, honestly.”

Drew laughed, the warm, boyish sound making your heart do a stupid little flip.

Madelyn, ever the observer, smirked knowingly but said nothing.

It wasn’t weird that Drew always ended up sitting next to you, right? That his arm would somehow end up draped across the couch behind you, or that his fingers absentmindedly toyed with the hem of your hoodie? Totally normal friend behavior.

Right?

“Okay, I want ice cream,” Madelyn declared, standing up and stretching. “You guys coming?”

Drew barely reacted. Instead, he turned his head to look at you, eyebrows raised in silent question.

You exhaled dramatically. “Fine, but only if I get to pick the music in the car.”

Drew grinned. “Deal.”

———

The three of you ended up at your favorite little ice cream shop, the kind with fairy lights hanging outside and an old-school jukebox playing soft tunes in the corner.

As you stood in line, Drew nudged your shoulder with his. “What are you getting?”

You pursed your lips. “Undecided. Might need to try a few flavors first.”

Drew rolled his eyes with a smile. “Of course you do.”

When it was finally your turn, you asked for a sample of at least three flavors before deciding. Drew just stood there, watching with amusement, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.

“C’mon, just get cookies and cream,” he teased.

You scrunched your nose. “That’s your favorite.”

He grinned. “Exactly. Because it’s the best.”

You ended up going with a different flavor just to spite him. When you sat down at a small outdoor table, Drew immediately leaned over and stole a spoonful from your cup.

You gasped. “Drew!”

He just smirked. “What? You stole mine first.”

Madelyn, sitting across from you, wiggled her eyebrows. “You guys are cute.”

You nearly choked. “We’re—”

“Not dating,” Drew finished smoothly, though something unreadable flickered in his expression.

Madelyn just hummed, clearly unconvinced.

———

As the night went on, the three of you sat outside, talking and laughing under the glow of string lights. Drew’s knee bumped against yours more than once, but he didn’t move it away. When you shivered slightly from the night breeze, he wordlessly pulled off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders, his fingertips grazing your collarbone for just a second too long.

Your stomach fluttered.

“Thanks,” you murmured, tugging it closer.

Drew just smiled, soft and warm. “Anytime.”

Madelyn, sipping her milkshake, smirked behind her straw. “You two are so oblivious.”

You turned to glare at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She just shrugged. “Nothing. Just… funny how you steal each other’s food, sit way too close, share clothes…”

Drew chuckled. “We’re friends, Maddie.”

Madelyn hummed again like she knew something you didn’t. “Sure. Friends.”

———

Later, when Drew drove you home, the car was quiet except for the soft hum of the playlist you picked.

He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “You know, Mads isn’t wrong.”

You looked at him, startled. “About what?”

Drew glanced at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “About us.”

Your heart skipped. “What do you mean?”

Drew exhaled, shaking his head with a small smile. “I don’t know. It’s just… I like being around you. Always have.”

Something warm settled in your chest. “I like being around you too.”

He turned to you again at a red light, something unreadable in his blue eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded, barely breathing. “Yeah.”

Drew’s lips twitched like he wanted to say more, but the light turned green, and he faced forward again.

But the air between you felt different now.

Maybe you and Drew were just friends.

But the way he looked at you tonight?

Maybe you weren’t just anything.

[bballesbolol]

The Game We Play

A slow burn UConn AU with plenty of jealousy, competing, yearning, and self discovery.

Paige and Azzi had just finished up two successful seasons at their respective schools, but they both wanted more. That’s when both girls find themselves being recruited by the same private boarding school, Montverde Academy. Pushed together by proximity, Paige and Azzi wind up clashing again and again. The two find themselves competing to be a star player at their school, but over time, they bond in ways neither of them saw coming.

WC: 2.6k

Chapter 1 | The Roommate Dilemma

Paige’s POV:

Paige’s freshman year basketball season was perfect. As the starting point guard at Hopkins High, she helped carry her high school team to a successful year, and a deep tournament run. She loved Hopkins, but she dreamed of playing DI basketball, and she feared it’s facilities and coaches wouldn’t be enough to build her up as a young star.

Luckily, her skill was enough to draw scouts from elite private schools, promising a chance for her to hone her skills further. Of course, Paige had dreamed of going to some big athletic school like IMG academy, but her parents refused to let her, claiming her academics were important too. After all, her future was undecided, she was only going into her sophomore year, and basketball wasn’t everything. Paige had never been an academic, and was unenthusiastic about seeking out a school know for athletic and academics. After months of emails, phone calls, and bickering, Paige had finally reached a compromise, settling on Montverde Academy, a school near Orlando with unfortunately competitive academics, and outstanding athletics.

Paige was offered an athletic scholarship, and the coach laid out her dedication to filling the program with the best young basketball players she could recruit. Her coach had also promised maximum exposure for the athletes, not-so-subtly bragging about the college coaches seen in the stands at almost every game So, it was a no brainer to commit to the Academy to help elevate the remainder of her high school career.

Now, she found herself sitting on her bedroom floor, phone open to the Montverde Athletics instagram page, pondering a key aspect of school she massively overlooked. Roommates. It was a boarding school, so she would have to stay with another girl, a fact that Paige had forgotten in the chaotic flurry of committing. Paige had decided she wouldn’t settle for a random roommate. Her early morning trips to the gym, bottomless drawers of athletic clothes, and over-the-top competitive personality were decidedly a disturbance she did not want to plague an unassuming student at Montverde with. So, she settled on searching for a future teammate to reach out to.

This, however, was proving challenging. She was naturally outgoing, of course, having grown up playing basketball she had to be. She was confident, almost cocky. She easily fit herself into her AAU teams, and was a standout for her outgoing nature at showcases, her charismatic personality and humor allowed her to connect easily with her teammates. But, for some reason, she felt her chest tighten at the idea of going to this new boarding school. Florida was a long ways away from Minnesota, these girls she was going to school with were all so new, and good. Scrolling through the tagged posts on the academy’s website felt like snooping through a college scouts clipboard. These girls weren’t just going to be teammates she see’s for two hours a day, they were going to be living together. For some reason, the thought was nerve wracking, what if they’re rude? Or stuck up? It is a prep school after all…

Paige’s head sunk deeper into the hood of her sweatshirt as she let out a frustrated sigh, scrolling past a post for some international phenom from Croatia. That was when one post caught her eye. Azzi Fudd had posted her commitment a few days ago, her post was a simple picture of her on campus with a wide grin and a thumbs up, captioned with some “i’m so grateful” speech. She knows she’s heard the same before, and Paige could have sworn she’d seen the girl before, maybe at AAU? She clicked on the girl's profile, and was met with a flurry of pictures of Azzi. She was tanned, with toned muscles (that paige wasn’t jealous of at all), dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a slightly wonky smile that made her feel…less intimidating? digging deeper into her posts, she found that Azzi was a year younger than herself, and she was a huge talent, making waves in her home state of virginia despite the fact she was only going into her freshman year. She had been pulled up to play for the varsity team at Saint John’s as an 8th grader, and clearly was impactful enough to get attention from Monteverde. Not to brag, but Paige had also played up an age division for all of her life, so she knew the work and skill it took to achieve.

she came across a post from an AAU tournament, a picture of Azzi in a gym that was eerily familiar to her. Then it clicked. Although the two had never met formally, she remembered playing against Azzi. Paige never had to match up with Azzi on D, man, she wouldn't want to, because she remembered Azzi being a sharpshooter. She lacked Paige’s over-the-top confidence, but her quiet contributions didn’t go unnoticed by Paige, but she didn’t know her name until now. And she sure wouldn’t forget it. Shit, she was good, but something about her still felt approachable. Striking up some confidence, Paige decided to reach out and ask about Azzi’s plans for school.

paigebueckers:

I know we haven’t really properly met, but like, I saw that you’re going to Montverde this year and I just wanted to reach out and say hi, yk ‘cause there aren’t a lot of people my age committed for this year? soooo hi

Paige snickered at how cautiously sweet her message was. But she hit send anyway, and the message delivered. the problem was that it stayed on delivered. for an hour, then two, then three. What could this girl even be up to?? it’s 9:45 at night, she should be home by now, is she really just just gonna ignore me?

Pige let a frustrated groan escape her lips. Whatever. She turned off her phone and plugged it in on her dresser. she wasn’t going to wait on this reply like her whole year depended on it, worse comes to worse, she would just room with another teammate. She slipped into bed and turned off her light, deciding she would check back in the morning, and if she didn’t respond she would just ask someone else. Easy.

Azzi’s POV:

Azzi had already gotten to the gym late. She was stressed out, the school year was ending soon and after a day of finals and weeks of stress about her new school, Azzi needed to decompress. The summer was coming up quickly, and with it came the thought of moving into a new school, in a new state, with an entirely new team. The problem was she had played with the same girls since she was in diapers, and befriending an entirely new team intimidated her. She had posted her commitment to Monverde 2 days ago, and had received a few comments from juniors and seniors on the team congratulating her, but nobody her age had really reached out personally. Unfortunately, Azzi was not the type to reach out herself, so she decided she would let herself suffer through random roommate selection and pray that the team took a liking to her when she finally met them on campus. The thought of it freaked her out, after all she would be living with some random girl for a whole school year, and she would have to leave this selection up to chance by some roommate lottery. Hence the late night gym trip. basketball was a way for her to destress, she could turn her brain off and shoot for hours, it was an easy way to clear her mind. but fuck, today it wasn’t helping.

tween, cross, brick.

“Come on Az, that’s your shot!” Azzi’s dad called out, snatching the rebound and roughly passing the ball back to her at the top of the key. Azzi scrambled to grab the ball, but it hit her chest before dropping into her hands. Dropping back into triple threat, she sucked in a breath and tried again.

tween, cross, brick.

Azzi let a frustrated groan slip from her lips as she used the hem of her shirt to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead. This was her shot, it always was, but tonight she just couldn’t fucking hit it.

“Azzi, you're goin’ to a better school next year, you’re good, but these kids are better. this isn’t gonna be like home, if you want to compete-“ azzi rolled her eyes. Her dad had always been her coach, but he had ramped up the tough love leading up to her commitment to the academy. she needed it, of course, but fuck, tonight she just couldn’t deal with it. She had already been in the gym for an hour, and her arms and legs felt like jelly. That, combined with the worries about her new school made the normally effortless task of making a shot feel like an impossible feat. her frustration with herself had already boiled over, and she found herself letting it slip out as she responded to her dad.

“I know I know, if I want to compete I need to outwork these girls. I’m too young, I'm not experienced, these girls are basically olympians compared to me right?” her dad looked surprised at the anger she snapped back with, and shook his head as he passed her back the rebound from her missed shot.

“Look, in here I’m your coach, not your dad, and I'm not gonna go easy on you. I’m just preparing you for what you’re gonna deal with at this school. there are some big recruits going there, and if you want to see the floor you need to make these shots” Azzi looked away from her dad with a huff, dropping the ball to her waist as she prepared to shoot again

tween, cross, sidestep, and surprise!

brick.

Azzi’s dad sighed and rubbed his temples. “y’know what? I'm gonna go wait in the car, you clearly need some space. just meet me in the parking lot when you’re done.” and with that her dad turned and walked away. Azzi could sense his disappointment, but pushed down the feeling, turning her eyes back to the stupid hoop and her thoughts to her stupid broken jumper. She stomped towards the hoop in pursuit of her rebound, grabbing it and taking one hard dribble before walking the ball back to the three point line. She lifted the ball again, about to shoot, when she suddenly became aware of how tense her muscles were. She took a second to stand and breathe, trying to calm herself down. You’re just frustrated, c’mon you do this every day, just forget about school for a second and chill. she took a deep breath, and repeated the move, slower this time:

tween,

cross,

swish.

A sigh of relief fell from her lips as she chased the rebound, moving to another spot on the floor before shooting again. swish. Seeing her shots fall helped take her mind off of school stress, and she felt herself slowly get back into her rhythm. The gym was quiet, only interrupted by the faint swoosh of the net as she fired up shots one after another. She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she was satisfied with how many shots she had made. By the time she looked up at the clock it was 8:45, she was covered by a faint sheen of sweat. Her body was practically screaming for her to put down the ball and crawl into bed. She decided to wrap up with free throws before she re-racked her ball and sat down to untie her basketball shoes. She slipped them off, tucking them into her Nike drawstring backpack before slinging it over her shoulder and slipping on an old pair of slides. opening the gym doors she was met by a gust of virginia heat, making her feel sticky after her hours of shooting. Her dad had pulled around to the front of the gym and was parked near the doors, and she silently thanked him as she jogged to the car to escape the heat.

She sighed with relief when she opened the door and was met with the AC blowing a cool 65.

“you figure it out kid?” her dad looked over to her expectantly, recognizing the change in her demeanor.

“yeah, I just needed to not think about that school, y’know?” she responded, a weak smile on her face, until she was rudely interrupted by a yawn breaking free from her lips.

“mhm, glad you could stop stressin’ over it, but next time, try and figure it out before you get to the gym, don’t wanna be leavin’ at 9 pm every night” he jabbed at her shoulder, eliciting a giggle from Azzi as she leaned back and looked out the window.

“yeah yeah, whatever” she buckled in and pulled out her phone as the car pulled out of the lot. Azzi scanned through her notifications and let out an absentminded “hm” as one in particular caught her eye. a dm from Paige Bueckers. She’d seen her in posts before, an effortless cocky smile permanently plastered on her face, on Overtime as a standout for her high school team, and recently had seen her commitment post to Montverde.

She’s played against her before too, once, some AAU tournament, and she could understand why Paige was going to Montverde. She was talented, of course, almost impossible to pick up on D, but that wasn’t what made her stand out. It was her confidence. It was the kind of self assurance that Azzi wished she had, a noisy, almost cocky aura that screamed “I know I’m good, and you’re gonna know it too”.

she clicked on the notification, opening up instagram and reading her message.

paigebueckers:

I know we haven’t really met, but like, I saw that you're going to Montverde this year and I just wanted to reach out and say hi, yk ‘cause there aren’t a lot of people my age committed for this year? soooo hi

She found herself giggling at the awkwardly informal introduction, almost taken aback by the cautiousness of the message. No way she’s scared to reach out to me, she must be trying to make a good impression. She found herself wondering what Paige wanted, because clearly, it was something. She felt the car slow as her dad pulled into their driveway. She grabbed her bag and hopped out of the car wordlessly, excused by her tired eyes which had informed her dad that she was done talking for the night. She shuffled up her front steps and opened her front door before kicking off her slides and slipping her backpack off of her shoulder, dropping it where she stood before rushing up to her room. She was desperate for a cold shower, but decided it would be rude not to send Paige a quick reply, especially since she had reached out almost 4 hours ago. she quickly typed up her reply:

azzi35:

Hey Paige! Glad you reached out, tbh I’ve been worried that the first time I talk to anyone from that school would be orientation lol.

It was a short response, but it would have to be enough, she desperately needed to shower and her body was screaming for her to sleep. She chucked her phone onto her bed and set out for her bathroom, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her shower was quick and cold, but it made the dull ache in her muscles a little more bearable. She pulled on a pair of baggy plaid pj pants and a loose t-shirt and crawled into bed, relishing in the relief she felt at finally being horizontal. she reached out for her phone, checking instagram for a response from Paige. There was nothing, of course, it was nearly 10:30 and any respectable student-athlete would have long been asleep by now. She sighed, placed her phone back on her bedside table, and rolled over, letting sleep finally take over.

Hi!! This first chapter is a little bit of a nothingburger (sorry not sorry), it’s a lot of exposition on the both of them and their personalities. Next chapter will be a lot more interaction! Feel free to reach out with thoughts or ideas, hopefully I’ll be able to get out a longer chapter in the next couple of days.

Chapter 2

[gothamite-rambler]

Red Robin pointed from Superman, the Flash, Green Arrow, Aquaman, Green Lanterns John and Hal, to Black Canary and Wonder Woman.

Red Robin (pointing): Twenty minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, forty minutes, both six minutes, twenty minutes, and he has no prep time for you.

Aquaman: I’m forty minutes? I feel so special. That’s a good thing, right?

Batman: Yes.

Superman: Should I be upset that I got half the time? Honestly... the fact that you got to twenty minutes is impressive.

Flash (insulted): I got five! Why do I have five?!

Red Robin: A floor covered in water, marbles, or butter. That or breaking your leg.

Flash: I’m not a cartoon character or a klutz! Pause, one of them is just breaking my leg?!

Batman (shrugging): You can heal quickly.

Flash: I am so… offended.

Green Arrow: That’s something your political party say a lot.

Flash smacked Arrow on the back of the head in response. Black Canary remained silent, unfazed by sharing twenty minutes with Superman, but Wonder Woman stood up, a smile spreading across her face as she placed her hands on her hips.

Wonder Woman: I have no prep time?

Batman: I mean... it’s undecided.

Red Robin: That means he doesn’t have prep time because he struggles to come up with the right amount of time to defeat you. He has a contingency plan, but don’t count on him having prep time.

Red Robin took a few steps back, smirking as he watched the reactions. Batman glared at his son, then closed his eyes and sighed.

Batman: Don't be a stereotype. Gentle parenting… gentle parenting.

Superman: That would make me more worried because he could defeat you in five minutes, but there's the benefit it could be a few days.

Wonder Woman: Exactly, I’m a challenge. Thank you for telling me, young warrior. I admire your honesty and intelligence! I hope my little girl shares the same cleverness and has a knack for making Batman aggravated.

Red Robin: Aww, thanks! It’s easy to do.

[nahoney22]

Massage Therapy*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Female!Reader

word count: 4.5k

prompts: none

Tech gives you a massage, what else could possibly happen?

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Oral Sex ie blowjob, Fingering, P in V Sex, Nudity, Dirty Talk, Soft!Dom Tech, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Petnames, Oil Massage, Consensual Sex, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Kissing, Multiple Positions, Slightly Rough Sex, Spanking, Teasing, Flirting, Cum Denial, Creampie, Slight Possessive Tech, Not Proof Read, a bit Messy.

A/N: Total self indulge fic and tech has a big [REDACTED]

Reblog to support content creators. 🫧🌊

“What is so amusing?”

The Marauder hummed softly in the background as the team sat around, recuperating after a somewhat successful mission. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, and Tech were sharing tactics and strategies and Tech was detailing the mission’s success. More to the point of explaining how his calculations had been spot on. But, you couldn’t help but chuckle, grabbing his attention.

“I’m just saying, Tech, your calculations might be great, but sometimes you overlook the obvious,” you teased.

Tech raised an eyebrow. “I hardly think that is the case. My assessments are thorough.”

“Oh really?” you challenged, stepping closer with a smirk. He gazes up at you from his spot, slightly wide-eyed. “I am sorry to tell you that you missed the part where the droids’ power cells were defective, which is why they were so easy to defeat.”

Tech frowned, his mind already processing your claim. “I accounted for their reduced efficiency due to age of creation, but… I didn’t specifically check for defective power cells.” He recalls quietly, pinching his chin.

Hunter and the others watched with amusement as the debate unfolded. “Sounds like a bet’s brewing,” Hunter said with a grin, leaning back in his seat.

You grinned back. “Alright, Tech, let’s make it interesting. If I’m right, you owe me a favour. And if you’re right, I’ll help with the repairs to the Marauder for a week.”

Tech considered this, the prospect of additional help appealing, especially from you, though he was confident in his calculations. “Very well, it’s a bet.”

Wrecker chuckled. “This is gonna be good.”

Tech pulled up the data on his datapad, scrolling through the information with practiced ease like he’s done this a million times before. You stand behind him, arms crossed and truthfully quite smugly-confident. After a few moments, you watch as his face fell. “It appears you are correct. The power cells were indeed defective.”

Echo clapped Tech on the shoulder. “Looks like you owe her, Tech.”

Tech simply nodded. “It seems so. I will fulfill my end of the bet.” He swivels in his chair to face you. “What is it you require?”

You ponder for a moment, not really thinking that far forward. “Undecided. But I’ll get back to you.” You say with a wink before walking away.

Tech watches you leave, swallowing hard but refusing to let the strange strain of his emotions show in front of the others.

If only you knew how you make him feel. Then again, perhaps you would be able to tell him how you are making him feel. Fluttering in the stomach when your name is mentioned in passing? Clammy hands when you talk to him? A small wave of arousal just when you’re near?

But surprisingly welcome.

It was new.

A few hours later, the others had dispersed to do their own thing whether to go to Cid’s or a walk which left just you and Tech alone.

Tech approached you after staring at you silently for the last minute or so, his usual confidence tinged with a hint of awkwardness. “Have you decided yet?”

You jumped a little, not hearing him approach initially but smile at him as you face him. “I was only teasing Tech, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

“On the contrary. You asked for something from me after proving me wrong which is a rarity, so I will do what you ask.”

As he was speaking, you felt a slight pain in your shoulder that had been bugging you for a few days now which spurred on an idea. “Well… there is something you can do for me.” You say sheepishly, taking a step towards him.

The proximity suddenly made him clam up, his fists tightening behind his back as your eyes and the smell of you captivated him. Your lips are moving but he isn’t processing what you’re really saying. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, “what did you say?”

“I said you could maybe give me a massage?” You say quickly, realising how personal that sounded. “Only if you feel comfortable. It’s just I have a few knots that I feel like you could tend to.”

Tech hesitates, giving massages was definitely not his forte or something he spent researching but for you? He felt like he would do anything these days. “If i can help relieve your pain I shall do it. Albeit I can not promise groundbreaking results.”

You giggle, eyes creasing at the corners and nose scrunching. Tech had never described anything as ‘cute’ before and probably never will; however, your laughter was something he always found rather endearing and admittedly… cute.

“Really? That’d be great. Do you want to do it now since the others aren’t here?”

“That is fine with me, let me get prepared and I’ll come find you.” Tech confirms, reaching for his device to do a quick research on techniques to massages.

After doing his frantic search, Tech set up a fold-away table that was typically used for emergency medical purposes and called you over. You emerge, now having changed into some shorts and tank top and look at the table in surprise.

“Please, lie down,” he instructed.

“Gettin’ the full treatment, am I? I feel special.” You tease, hopping onto the table as you watch Tech move about.

“If you require a calming and thorough massage it is only right that I do it properly.” He says simply but hopes the slight waver of nerves in his tone didn’t show as he turns to face you, holding a bottle of what looked to be body oil. “I found this among Echo’s things. I thought it might enhance the experience.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused and quite excited. “Echo’s, huh? Do you think he will mind?”

“I was not going to plan on telling him.” Tech announced as he poured some of the oil into his bare hands, warming it before you lay down, head on a small pillow made out of the boy's spare tops.

You positioned yourself comfortably, lying face up and watch as Tech’s hands hovered over your body, as if he was unsure where to start.

“You can start with my shoulders,” you suggested gently, easing him into it.

Tech nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders and beginning to knead the tension of both this situation and your ache away. His touch was non-surprisingly gentle yet firm, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he worked on a particularly tight knot.

“You do appear very tense,” Tech observed, his voice tinged with modest concern.

The sensation of his hands on your skin was both soothing and electrifying. The oil, scented of lavender, made your skin glisten under the dim lighting of the ship. Each stroke, knead, sent waves of relaxation through your body, yet you couldn’t help but wonder if there was an underlying current of something more intimate and exciting afoot. You try to push the lewd thoughts away and focus back on Tech.

“Yeah, missions for Cid usually do that to a person,” you replied, your voice slightly breathless.

As the massage continued, you felt your muscles relaxing under Tech’s skilled hands. He moved down to your arms, taking his time to work out every knot and kink and even took his time on each of your hands, adding more oil to your skin which feels dry.

“You’ve done this before, I refuse to believe otherwise.” You sigh, eyes still closed and occasionally, you let out soft sounds of pleasure, unable to help yourself.

You don’t hear or see it but Tech’s breath hitched slightly each time you made a sound, and he could sense his growing arousal pressing against his pants.

After a few minutes or so, his mind doesn’t process like it usually does because out of nowhere he says, “If you are comfortable, you can remove your clothes.”

Your eyes open quickly, looking directly up into his, squinting to see his reaction behind his goggles. “Remove my clothes?”

“I…I only meant…” you watch him as he struggles to force out an answer but you take pity on him because you couldn’t deny, the idea did slightly turn you on.

Tech was adorably sweet in your eyes and you knew - also thanks to the other boys teasing - he felt something for you. You didn’t believe it at first because he was always the same around you. Though the more you paid attention, the more it clicked together like a puzzle piece. When does Tech ever stumble over his words? When is he ever usually wrong? When has he ever offered to give someone a nude, oily massage?

Naturally, you felt something for him too. You were just a bit better at hiding it than he was.

“Will you place a towel over my, you know?”

“Yes, of course. It is just for a more in-depth massage.” He clears his throat, finding his voice again and genuinely surprised you were going to go ahead with this.

You flushed but nodded, trusting him. You wait until he turns around before you remove your clothes, lying back down as Tech passed you a towel which you draped over yourself. “May I proceed?”

“Sure,” you nod as you close your eyes, allowing his hands to resume their work and starting with your legs. He is certainly a quick learner because his fingers knead the muscles with precision and as he glides higher towards your thighs, you feel his touch become more deliberate.

You take a peek at him with one eye, watching him secretly and you were certain he was looking at you with a look you had never witnessed before.

He looked starved. Tempted. Lustful.

Ever so discreetly, you part your legs just an inch, allowing his hands to work on the inner sides of your thighs. You try to control your breathing but the slight rush of wind that hits your core as his hands zoom past was hard to ignore.

He climbed higher and higher until you comfortably moved your legs further open, the towel still giving you your dignity yet you were sure it was about to roll off the table and down the gangplank.

The side of his hands were just inches away from touching your pussy and you waited with bated breath, wondering if he dared to cross the line… but he never did.

You peek at him again, watching him shake his head at himself as if he was scolding himself for thinking of doing something.

“Tech,” you breathed out, closing your eyes fully so he didn’t catch you looking at him, “you can massage my br- torso. You can massage my torso if you want.”

He moves round the table, standing at your side. Looking at the towel that covered your nude body, he feels a burn in his own as his mouth starts to salivate. “Will you be comfortable with me removing your towel in that case?”

With a mumble of clarification, Tech’s hands trembled slightly as he moved the towel aside. His gaze looked at your face first, analysing your reaction and was relieved to see that you didn’t seem to mind what was happening.

He looks away from you for a moment, grabbing the bottle of oil again and then gazes upon your chest, most notably your breasts.

He bites on his tongue to stop from making a noise as he slowly pours the oil over your hardening nipples before his fingers begin tracing the curves of your breasts, rubbing the oil in.

His touch was gentle this time, yet it sent waves of pleasure through your body. He stands behind your head, leaning over you as his hands caress and respectfully fondle your tits but his eyes? They were on your face, watching your reactions intently.

You couldn’t help it but your breathing gets heavier, your fingers gripping onto the edge of the either side of the table as his thumbs briefly kiss your nipples, the heat between your legs throbbing with an intensity that you wanted to whimper his name.

“Your skin is incredibly soft,” Tech murmured, his voice husky with arousal as he cups your breasts together, kneading gently into them.

You arched into his touch, your breathing ragged. “Tech… please, don’t stop.”

Your reaction nearly makes his knees buckle, he recognised this behaviour from many porn holovids he watched in secret. You were turned on and he was the reason for it.

He continued just like you wanted, not letting his ego explode, his hands exploring your body further with growing confidence. The massage was easily becoming increasingly steamy, your soft moans of enjoyment encouraging him further that the tent in his pants was starting to hurt.

Skillfully, his hands moved lower, exploring the expanse of your stomach, then to your hips, and finally to your inner soft and pillowy thighs. “You’re so good at this.” You whisper, biting your lip.

“Turn over, please,” Tech instructed, his voice a low and husky command.

You complied, turning onto your stomach. Tech again has to suppress his wanton noises as his eyes land on your arse. You could feel his gaze linger which silently makes you smirk. There’s a mix of admiration and professionalism in his eyes and he doesn’t know how to function for a moment. “Any pain in your back I should be aware of?” He asks, oiling his hands up once again.

“I get a small ache in my lower back sometimes.” You reply, speech slightly muffled as you lay your head flat on its side.

“Hopefully I can help with that.” He whispers, his hands landing on the area you said and gives you slow and purposeful strokes.

The sensation of his hands on your bare skin was incredibly intimate, and you felt yourself growing damp with arousal. Tech's touch was almost reverent, as if he was in awe of your body. It’s not long until his hands move to your arse, massaging you perfectly.

Your lip almost bleeds with how many times you bite down onto it but you couldn’t help the shivers that tingles your body. His professionalism was evident, but the effect he was having on you was undeniable. “Do you like this?”

“I’m definitely not going to say no,” you utter with a soft laugh, soon groaning as both of his hands knead at your left cheek.

As Tech moved around the table to work at your body at a different angle, you caught a glimpse of the clear arousal pitched in his pants.

The sight sent a thrill through you, knowing that your reactions and your body were affecting him just as much. Despite his aching erection, he maintained his composure, focusing on giving you the best massage possible and for that you were immensely grateful for. Though, you wouldn’t mind the latter.

His hands moved to your thighs one more, working their magic as he massages up and down each leg with a slow, intricate touch that makes you breathe out soft moans of delight. “Those are some rather seductive sounds you’re making, I have to say.”

Did he just flirt with you? Or was he just stating the obvious as usual? Perhaps it was both.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” you say softly, propping yourself up on your elbows and look back at him, “you’re good with your hands.”

He stills, meeting your flirtatious gaze and has to fight every willpower he has not to palm himself infront of you, the ache in his pants throbbing and begging for release. “There is no need to apologise,” he says slowly. His hands are inching their way up your legs and ever so gently begins to spread your cheeks.

Your lips part, watching him as he locks eyes with your glistening pussy and you felt a surge of arousal as he uses two fingers to brush up between them, his touch feather-light and teasing.

“T-Tech,” you rasp, fingers gripping onto the table as he runs his fingers up and down your slicked entrance.

“Can I massage you here? I am positive there is quite a lot of tension that needs to be released.”

You nod fervently, biting your lip before you let out the most sinful cry of pleasure.

He paused for a moment to get your answer, then slowly, deliberately, he hooked a finger inside you.

The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, a mix of slick and rhythmic. His movements were slow at first, teasing, then gradually quickened, each thrust making your body shiver. Your arse jiggled slightly with each movement, adding to the allure of him finger-fucking you.

“You’re incredibly wet,” Tech remarked, his voice a mix of awe and satisfaction. “It’s pleasing to know you’re enjoying this.”

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling with desire as you buried your head into the table. “Tech… please, more.”

His fingers began to explore you more deeply, each movement, twisting, curling and pumping inside you. You moaned louder, your hands gripping the edges of the table as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy of one of many orgasms.

Tech moved to your side, and you seized the opportunity, reaching out to grab his cock through his pants. “Maker you feel so big,” you gasp in pleasant surprise, massaging it through the fabric, feeling its hardness and the heat radiating from it. His breath hitched, and he groaned softly.

“You may have the pleasure of having a look and a taste if that would satisfy you.”

With a swift motion, you pulled down his pants, freeing his cock without a second thought. You had to move your head back slightly so it didn’t slap you in your face and gaze at his member in awe.

“Looks so good…” you moan to yourself as you bring his tip to your mouth, teasing it with your tongue before taking him in. Tech’s fingers never stopped their rhythm inside you, and he began to thrust gently into your mouth, his cock moving in and out with a steady pace.

You slurp and suck on his cock like a woman starved, your hand gripping the shaft as you pump it back and forth while he rocks into your mouth.

“You look so cock-hungry. Has your pretty mouth and pussy been neglected for so long?” You never thought you’d hear these words pour out of his mouth but here you both were, you with his aching cock between your lips and his fingers deep and wet inside you. “Have your needs been met?”

The sensation was intoxicating, his fingers moving inside you while his cock filled your mouth, your reply a muffled and spit covered ‘yes’. You could feel him trembling, his control slipping as he thrust deeper, the corner of your lips stretching with a pleasurable pull.

You moved back onto your back, positioning yourself with your head tilted to the side so you could continue sucking his cock. Tech’s hands were everywhere, one playing with your oiled nipples, rolling and pinching them lightly, while the other massaged your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself building to another climax as stars blur your vision.

Tech’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He groaned your name, panting like a whore, his voice filled with desire. “I can’t… I’m going to…”

Before he could finish, he pulled out of your mouth with urgency, his eyes dark with lust. “I have to have you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with need.

You watched with wide and lusting eyes as he moved to the bottom of the table, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled you close to him, your legs dangling off the edge. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against your exposed entrance. The anticipation was electric, your body quivering with need.

“Tech, please,” you whispered, your voice burning with desperation.

He needed no further encouragement. He grabs his cock, slipping it up and down between your folds, tapping it against your clit to watch your desperate whimpers of want before he pushes into you, filling you completely.

“Oh fuck! Tech!” You cried out in pleasure, your body arching against him as your head fell back. The sensation of his cock stretching you was overwhelming, and you gripped his arms, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves because after all, he wasn’t even naked himself.

“Maker, your cunt is so tight,” Tech groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, “do not worry darling, you will adjust.”

He began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, slamming into you with an urgency that left you panting with breath. He pushes his goggles up to rest against his forehead, having steamed up from the erotic heat and then watched intently, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into you with each thrust.

“I do not think I will fit inside you completely,” he chuckles, “but I’ll make do.” his voice was husky and he looked you in the eyes.”

“You are mine,” he groans, his hands running up and down your thighs as he stills inside you, keeping his cock warm. “Stars, I have been wanting to see how you look whilst getting wonderfully fucked by my cock.”

Your eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment binding you together. “Tech… it’s so big,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“I know. But you are doing exceptionally well my dear… tell me how good it feels,” he demanded, his pace quickening. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, it’s so deep,” you cried out, your voice breaking as he begins to move his hips again. “It feels so good baby,”

Tech let out a loud groan at the pet name, legs like jelly. “I could get used to you calling me that.”

“Your body is incredible,” Tech groaned, his hands gripping your fleshy thighs tighter. “It should be cherished. Your pussy is perfect. I’ve imagined you wedged on my cock for a long time. And now you’re mine. My brothers will never get the chance to fuck you as good as I do.”

“I’ll only want you, Tech,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Tech’s hands move to your waist, his grip almost bruising as he pounded into you. “I am going to fill you up,” he moaned, his voice low and feral as his deep-rooted kink for breeding you surfaces. “I’m going to spill my seed inside you, and you’re going to take it all.”

The thought sent a shiver of pure pleasure through your body, and you felt your orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as your pussy gets pounded. “Yes, Tech! please, I need your hot cum so badly.” you begged, voice a desperate plea as sweat drips down your body.

Tech’s thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as he neared his own high. His fingers moved to your clit, pinching and flicking it in time with his thrusts. The added sensation made you sob with pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Shit oh - holy - fuck,” you’re mewling pathetically, watching half of his cock disappear inside of you.

He leaned over you, pinning you to the table, his face inches from yours. “Kiss me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. You comply without a second thought, your lips crashing together in a desperate, hot kiss. He lets go of you, hands holding on the table as it rocked back and forth as he buries himself in and out of you.

Just as you were about to fall over into blissful release, Tech pulled out, making you whimper at the loss. “N-no, no why?”

You watch with hazy eyes as he starts to stroke himself, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Beg for my cock,” he commanded, his eyes heavy with hunger. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Please, baby, Tech, I need you,” you pleaded, your voice desperate. “I need your cock inside me. Fuck me again, please.”

Satisfied, Tech pulled you off the table and turned you around, bending you over. He lifted one of your legs to rest on the table, angling your body perfectly. “This position will allow for deeper penetration,” he explained, his voice tinged with anticipation. “I shall be able to hit that sweet spot inside you perfectly.”

With that, he thrust back into you, his cock driving deep and hitting just the right spot. You gasp out in pleasure, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support. “Yes, Tech, right there,” you moaned. “It feels so good.”

“Good girl,” Tech groaned, his pace relentless. “Take it all my darling.”

His large, veiny cock buried deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot. He reached forward to spank your arse, making it bounce with every thrust. “So receptive.”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more, Tech flipped you onto your back again, lifting your legs to dangle off his shoulders. He pounded into you with renewed vigor, his pace becoming erratic as he felt himself ready to give you everything.

“I’m going to cum,” he growled, his voice low and feral. “You will be so full.”

“Yes, Tech, do it,” you urged, your voice breathless as you move your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit to match him. “I need it so much.”

With a final, loud thrust, Tech buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came. The sensation pushed you into another orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure.

For a moment, the galaxy seemed to stand still, the only sounds were the heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. As Tech slowly pulled out, you felt his warm cum slip out of you and you watch in awe as he collected it on his fingers and, with a possessive look, pushed it back inside you.

“I want every drop to stay inside you,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want you to remember this.”

The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, made you shiver. “I won’t forget,” you whispered.

Tech leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. “You are incredible,” he murmured against your lips. “I never imagined…”

“Me neither,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Tech pulled you into a gentle embrace, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both feeling connected in a way you hadn’t before. “I… I hope I did not hurt you.”

“No, not at all.” You reply with a comforting smile, “I’m just dazed.”

He smiles, pulling his goggles back down after wiping them clear. “As you could probably tell, I always had feelings for you,” he admitted softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I just didn’t know how to express them.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Tech. And not going to lie, I think I’ve always known.”

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OC-tober day 11, draw your OC-genderbent!

When I tell ya'll I was excited enough to draw this MULTIPLE days in advance so that I could genderbend EVERYBODY. Why did I do this?

Well, cuz I wanted to genderbend Sam for the gag, but I felt like that would kinda defeat the purpose of the challenge, and none of the others stuck out to me as ones I wanted to genderbend real bad, so I just did everybody, lol.

[netocanessa]

Been doing my yearly rewatch of Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood. So I was inspired to do a piece—well two— it was meant to be one but decided to end up doing both! Here are the initial thumbnails!

After the thumbs, I was undecided on which I liked best. I really liked both sketches but I couldn’t make up my mind!!

I decided to be lazy 🤪😝 and initially chose to do the simpler one with Ed holding out for the philosopher stone!

Also, originally, I was going to do this piece digitally but one of my goals this year is to be better with my traditional tools and fill out sketchbook and actually use all my brush pens and markers instead of letting continue to collect dust! So… I picked up my sketchbook and there I went!

I didn’t do a great job of recording or taking pictures of the various stages of completion for this piece (sorry) but this one was pretty straightforward and simple to do. I used colored pencils for this one! Not bad!

But then…

I decided I wasn’t done! I really wanted to see the other sketch fully realized, I felt like I had a good idea and colors in my mind and I didn’t want to let it go! So there I went! Luckily there was space left on the same page so this sketchbook page would be fully dedicated to FMA, yay!

Time to add colors:

This time I’m using my Arrtx acrylic brush markers, which is a little more nerve wracking than colored pencils 😖😖.

But I was definitely up for the challenge!

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! Almost there! That metal arm was giving me nightmares!

And here it is! Final, I’m mostly happy with how it came out especially with having used acrylic markers! And the full spread:

Hope y’all like! Thanks for reading!!

[elizabeth-holland24]

The Beast Within

Jake "Hangman" Serisin x Reader

He once had it all—riches, friends, fame—yet it was never enough. If only he’d seen the truth before it was too late. Now, everything has changed, and the blame lies squarely on his shoulders.

You’ve always lived with a quiet sense that something was missing, though you could never quite say what. When your father doesn’t return from a trip, concern drives you toward an unknown fate. What you find may be the adventure you’ve longed for—or the unravelling of secrets that were meant to stay forgotten.

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this or doing a challenge of the sorts, so please bear with me if it's not the best. Also, English is my second language and I speak 5, so if sometimes make mistakes or confuse words, please tell me respectfully so that I can improve. In addition, I'm still new to Tumblr, so I don't really know how to completely work it, so be patient with me. I am pretty excited to show you guys my take on my favourite fairy tale with Jake "Hangman" Seresin. I really hope you like it and enjoy it. Also, a small shoutout to @arcane-vagabond since she's the one that created this challenge and actually her work inspires me so much with how she writes and is able to transport you to other worlds. So yeah, without further outdo, thank you and hope you enjoy.

Juberous: adjective: Doubtful; undecided; hesitating.

Series;

Prologue (Published)

Chapter 1 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Published)

Chapter 2 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Published)

Chapter 3 (Published)

Chapter 4 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Published)

Chapter 5 (Published)

Chapter 6 (Published)

Chapter 7 (Published)

Chapter 8 (Published)

Chapter 9 (Part 1) (Part 2) (Published)

Chapter 10 (Published)

Chapter 11 (Published)

Chapter 12 (Published)

Epilogue (Published)

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is it "morally grey" or are you just morally undecided because you've never challenged your own pre-conceived notions of what is and isn't abuse