hooley dooley...

jamison (jamie) fawkes. engineer major, professional trouble maker, and general menace to society. //affilated with TTU//

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punk’d || jamie & cass

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cass-and-owl:

Cass was enjoying the slight burn that came from here daily morning jog. There was the occasional student but there was not that many and the ones you saw stood out quite a bit. The birds chirped in the air and she took a deep sigh enjoying the quiet atmosphere. She had her headphones listening to Coleman Hell his music was like a weird folk, pop, rock fusion but she loved it.

The brick walkway led to the two large trees on either side along with some bushes. As she ran she felt something catch on her ankle and she started a stumble luckily from all her fighting classes she learned how to fall without getting seriously injured. She rolled down her shoulder in a diagonal somersault to her opposite hip then crouching back on her hip. She looked behind her to see a thin string that had tripped her. As she breathed heavily from the run she felt fire ignite her eyes.  Who did she need to kill.

the jogger had finally come close enough. jamie held his breath as he watched the stranger come near to his trap, ready for a perfect outcome. when he saw her foot connect with the string, he had to keep himself from letting a plethora of mad giggles bubble from his mouth --- this was too good! however, things didn’t go as planned when she didn’t fall, instead catching herself with a poise that jamie could admire.

sike.

surprised, and a little unsure what to do, he mulled over his options quickly. he did make all these water balloons...why waste them? so with a gleeful giggle he sprung up and started throwing water balloons at the girl...only for them to completely miss. the water might have gotten her feet wet, but that was it. he didn’t even notice his fault amidst his mean fun.

“hahahaha!! the brilliant jamison fawkes has done it again!”

he paused his throwing, standing tall and grinning, finally getting a good look at the other. oh, fuck. she looked pissed. he paled, nervously laughing.

“it’s just a prank, mate...”

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yikes! || jamie & reinhardt

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golden-lionheart:

The infamous Jamison Fawkes, aka: the reason why sparklers were banned on campus since the previous semester. Most of the other professors had written the poor boy off…but Rein couldn’t help but keep an eye for the boy. Bullies were everywhere, and Rein tried to scare off any of those asses. 

Well, he never said that Jamison was innocent…he thinks to himself as he sees the array of explosives that just came out of his backpack. Calmly walking over to the boy, Reinhardt tried to keep his composure…heaven forbid one of those goes off.

Getting in earshot of Jamison, “Hello there! How are you doing today Jamison? Having fun over here?”

immediately jamie goes into panic mode --- something he doesn’t do very often. he’s to impulsive and reckless to care about stuff like that, but even now he knows he totally messed up. why can’t he just have a bit of fun with his explosives? it’s not like he was going to hurt anyone...well, he actually wasn’t too sure of that. if this professor hung around any longer he might ‘accidentally’ light one.

in a messy attempt to hide what he’s doing, he throws his body over the backpack and unlit fireworks inside, thinking that it would totally work and the professor would be convinced. he even put enough thought in to position his body so it looked like he was just casually laying on the grass, on his backpack, for absolutely no reason. he gave the professor a nervous, toothy grin.

“g’day, just havin’ a bit of relaxin’ time on the grass. mind buggin’ off? i feel a nap comin’ on me.”

to prove his point, he gave a big fake yawn, resting his head on his arm and closing his eyes, actually sort of snuggling in to what he was doing. he firmly believed he was doing a really good job of lying, when in reality, it was hardly convincing. he was too dumb to be convincing.

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who the fuck are you? || jamie & demyx

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spastic-blond:

Moving into his new dorm room is easier than in previous years. He and his friends help each other out, and all his stuff is on campus still anyway… It’s not like before, when he’d dragged his shit home over the summer only to bring it all back the next year. He’s close, and the move goes smoothly. 

He’ll have a roommate. That much Demyx knows; he does not know a name or a face yet, but he does know that his roommate is not American. He’s excited, honestly. It’ll be a chance to learn about another culture. 

He’s busy hanging clothes in his closet when the door opens. Maxwell looks up from his spot on the floor and yips excitedly. Demyx gently pats him and gives him a little, “shh.” But here they are… Standing in the doorway, all flesh and blood. 

Demyx turns to them and blinks, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He frowns. Huh? He hadn’t… Thought there was anything visibly strange about him. Maybe his gender, but he hadn’t brought that up at all- Demyx glances at Maxwell. Maybe… “Uh, I’m sorry? Is it my service dog? I mean I can’t really get him out of here ‘cause I kinda depend on him for everyday function but-”

oh, fuck. he hadn’t even noticed the dog. in all honesty, he loved dogs. they were so funny and wild and --- everything jamie loved. but right now, he couldn’t love this dog so much because he was still focusing on this punk ass thing of a roommate he got. like sure, jamie was a menace to society, but he at least wasn’t a punk. or well, he didn’t look like one.

“nah, mate. it’s your getup. like. wot.”

god, he was coming off as a real class-a jerk, wasn’t he? he couldn’t help it, though. he was blunt, and said whatever popped into his head. he was seriously lacking a filter, which was something he definitely needed to work on. and so far, he probably should try and get along better with his roommate, because they were gonna be stuck with each other for a while.

“shit, okay. i’m not judgin’ ya. i mean --- well, fuck, i am. but don’t start shit with me, okay? like i’ve seen ya punks around...scary bunch. i mean --- wait, did you say service dog?”

now he was just plain out confused. who exactly was this guy?

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take a freaking sip || jamie & tamaki

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sweet-prince-type:

A little peep escaped the blond, he wasn’t aware that he was staring. “I well..” Tamaki was at a loss of words. He knew it was rude to stare at others but his drink is what caught his attention. He wasn’t aware drinks had black little balls in there, or maybe someone had ruining his drink. But why would the other still drink from it. He was so confused and it was a little worrisome. Was it even safe for him to drink.

“Your drink.” He pointed at it. 

“That doesn’t look like it’s okay to drink with that stuff on it.” The rich boy was aware of a drink that had that. Was it a commoner thing? He was still learning about others types of drinks and food that he was used to eating back then. “Should you even be drinking that?“

out of all the things jamie expected the other to be staring at, he hadn’t expected that. he was a weird looking man in general --- with only one and a half arms, wild hair, and general dirty appearance, he was hard to ignore. he honestly was about to go off on the other had it been about his appearance, but no. it was his drink.

he burst into a fit of giggles.

“my drink? haven’t ya ever seen boba before?”

seeing the blank, sort of confused expression on the other answered his question. jamie’s giggles died down as he realized the other was being completely serious. a little dumbfounded, he scratched the back of his head, staring down at his half-finished tea, a little astonished that there were some people in the world who had no clue as to what his drink is.

“christ almighty. ya aren’t pullin’ me leg. well...yeah i can drink it. s’just boba. y’know? they’re like...lil squishy balls.”

to show an example, he sucked one up through his straw and grinned, the boba in between his teeth as he lightly chewed on it, showing it’s squishiness.

“see?”

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grabby hands || jamie & kurogane

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redeyedninja:

Kurogane was focused on a tricky part of the circuit he was currently working on. It was hard to work with those even with two hands, but having only one hand made it even more tricky. Kurogane wasn’t someone who excelled at the most delicate parts of this work, but at least his hand was always steady, so he’d get the job done - only a little later than sooner.

He was so focused on fusing two parts of the electrical circuit together neatly that he didn’t even look up to check who else joined him in the lab he was using.

He only looked up when he noticed that the man was approaching and following his work over his shoulder.

When the other man immediately showed interest in his work, Kurogane leant back in his chair and turned it around so his broad shoulders didn’t obscure it from view and the stranger could take a closer look at it. 

“Yeah”, he explained and raised his stump. His left arm ended shortly below the wrist. “Have been working on it for about a year. It just recently hit the testing stage.” Since he was looking at the hand prototype in front of him, he didn’t notice that the stranger he was talking to had a similar disability.

jamie always had a love for all things shiny. he had the attention span of a goldfish, and his attention almost always was grabbed by something or other that was shiny. but this...this was a new kind of shiny. he could actually relate to this arm thing. he had considered getting a prosthetic for his own arm, but found it to be too expensive or too much of a hassle. but seeing a student working on one was really cool.

actually, he hadn’t even noticed the other student’s stump until he raised it up, and jamie immediately got excited. he had yet to meet someone so young that had a similar disability as him! sure, his was caused from reckless, stupid behavior, but he was still missing a part of his arm, no matter what. he raised his right arm up --- it ended just below his elbow --- and grinned.

“looks like we got tha same problem, mate. that’s bloody brilliant. damn. you’re gettin’ me all excited.”

a high pitched giggle punctuated his sentence as he stared at the prosthetic again, the sight enough to delight him.

“hey...can i touch it? just for good ol’ curiosity’s sake?”

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mizuakuma:

Good lord those halls were ( deadly ). Suigetsu couldn’t even tell how many times he nearly face-planted into a wall because some random jerk ran through the halls. Or his favorite, the random couple stopping in the middle of the hallway just to make-out before ( departing ).

Scratching the top of his head in his frustration, his bag was flung into the seat next to some guy he didn’t even know. If the Hozuki wasn’t so flustered with just getting here he wouldn’t of haphazardly startled someone by throwing his bag next to them. He didn’t mean to, but he didn’t seem all collected in the moment.

Pulling out said chair he hurriedly took out his textbook, hung the bag on the back of his chair, && tapped his pencil on the table.  ❛ Thought I was going to be late because of the goddamn people crowding the halls. Is it always this crazy ‘round here? ❜

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crowds never bugged jamie. he wasn’t particularly a people person (he was a little too far off his rocker for that) but he wasn’t one to get overwhelmed easily. in fact, in most situations, he was the one causing overwhelm to others. he practically stormed and crashed his way through the halls, throwing glares at people to get the hell out of his way because he definitely was late to class (as always).

it was harmless, really. he knew the best tactic for getting people to move is to just shoot a glare at them. and he had a scary demeanor, with his wild tousled hair, and his tall stature. that’s how he always managed to get to class on time, lounging about in a seat as he idly checked his phone, debating if he should just ditch instead. then he heard someone plop their stuff down in the seat next to his. 

a giggle of a laugh escaped the blonde as he eyed the other over. “more or less. but ya gotta master maneuvering through tha halls. did ya not go to public high school? i swear, shit was crazier back then. but it’s given me time ta crack tha code.”

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punk’d || jamie & cass

starter for @cass-and-owl​

there were many things that jamie loved to do, but hardly any of them were ever very smart, or done on a good conscious. he was a natural troublemaker and havoc-wreaker, and he usually proved this with all sorts of explosions and fireworks he loved messing with. but his mischief didn’t extend to just explosions. he liked messing with people, too.

right now, he had the perfect prank planned. it was practically fool-proof. well, or so he thought. he was situated outside, near a sidewalk that people usually ran or walked on. there weren’t many people around at the moment, which provided him the time to set up his little prank.

well, it wasn’t really that much of a prank. it was really just an opportunity to mess with people. he had a pretty good sized stack of water balloons with him as he hid in the bushes, waiting for a victim to pass. the plan was, a fishing line tied between two trees that stretched above the sidewalk would trip the victim, then he would pop out, throw water balloons (some of which were unfortunately filled with rotten milk) and then run out of there. it was the perfect plan!

but now, he saw someone jogging in the distance. quickly, he hid in some nearby bushes, ready to watch the whole scene and laugh his ass off. he was just so sure everything would go smoothly...

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matchy matchy || jamie & genji

starter for @thezensparrow

jamie was major idiot.

not only that, but he was a major idiot in more ways than one. he was impulsive, with a love for all things dangerous and reckless, so naturally he tended to get himself in more trouble than was probably healthy. it was no wonder he lost his arm in high school, and it was probably another stunt like that could cost him his other. but he didn’t worry about stuff like that. he was fine with a nub of an arm for now.

and for now, he was definitely fine with getting hurt all the goddamn time. the stunts he pulled usually got him a substantial amount of injuries that usually called for a visit to the infirmary afterwards. especially in this case, where he was currently getting band aids and ice packs for all his scratches and bumps (because it honestly seems like that’s all infirmaries at schools can really do) while he just wouldn’t shut up about what happened.

“so there i was, rollin’ down tha hill in that tire. i had the time of my life. i don’t even think i broke anythin’ this time! sure, it might’ve crashed into that buildin’, and i may have possibly broken me leg, but ya gotta try it sometime, it was crazy.”

and on and on he went, rambling to the poor miserable nurse, until he noticed another patient was in there with him. the nurse left to probably find someone else to deal with him, but he didn’t care. his short attention span was now focused on the man that had been staring at him --- or really, his arm (well, lack thereof). but something shiny soon caught his eye, and he realized why the other was staring.

“ayyy, matchy matchy! well. sort of. ya at least got a fancy prosthetic.”

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it’s a perfect night for some mayhem || jamie & ritsu

starter for @chu2byovampire

it was late, and jamie was itching to do something fun. no matter the time, he was always looking to cause some trouble. besides, it was harder for him to get caught when it was so late. the damage would be done and by morning, no one would have known it was him. but at the moment, he was at a loss as to what to do. whatever it was, it had to be crazy.

however, he soon remembered how he had been absolutely itching to create an explosion, one that definitely had to be done in a location where it wouldn’t cause too much of a scene. at that thought, an idea popped into his head. he knew there was a junkyard not too far from campus, and there’d probably be plenty of things to blow up there. but he couldn’t do it alone...

well, he could, but it would be no fun. so he set out on campus, trying to find his pal ritsu. he knew the other was always down for some mayhem, and was usually up at ungodly hours. and soon, he did find him, practicing some dance r whatever. jamie walked up, a wild look in his eyes with a suspicious bag filled with mystery items slung over his shoulder.

“ya up for somethin’ fun right now?”

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420 watcha smoking? || jamie & kite

starter for @aesthetenemophilist

jamie was bored as hell.

for someone who really didn’t think about things a lot, he found himself at a loss for something to do, desperately not wanting to actually resort to thinking to actually occupy his braid. right now, he was laying on a bench somewhere on campus, ready to just take a nap right then and there in order to pass the time.

sure, he could maybe do something important, like classwork, but he ultimately decided he just didn’t have the energy for something like that. the same went for any reckless behavior he might indulge in, too. he was starting to sort of enjoy just chilling on this random bench, until something very...strange smelling caught his attention.

for a second, he was gonna curse a nearby skunk, before realizing that smell was definitely not skunk, and something else entirely. someone was straight up blazing it in the outdoors, and jamie fucking loved it. he quickly got up, eager to find the source of the smell so he could get in on the action. smoking would surely cure his boredom.

following the scent led him to the bleachers on the football field, abandoned while football was out of season. well, almost abandoned. jamie knew to check behind the bleachers, catching sight of a man thoroughly enjoying himself with the weed he was smoking however he liked to smoke it.

“oi, the fuck. can i join?”

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grabby hands || jamie & kurogane

starter for @redeyedninja

jamie was, unfortunately bored. and not a good bored, that starts up some mayhem elsewhere. a bored that can’t be satisfied even by that. he considers touching some schoolwork, and the idea isn’t that half bad. he had to visit the engineering labs anyways and the visit might be worthwhile.

so there he was, casually strolling into the engineering labs, sipping on a mountain dew as he tried to figure out what exactly he wanted to do. he did bring his schoolwork with him, in a backpack slung lazily on his shoulders, but at this point he was wanting to just go home and take a nap, or eat a burger. but then something caught his eye.

it was a man working on something. jamie moved closer, realizing just what it was. it looked like some prosthetic arm, the fancy kind that cost thousand of dollars, but were worth the pay. he didn’t have that money, nor did he care too much about only having one arm, but the sight still intrigued him. he approached the man, peering curiously at the prosthetic.

“that’s fucken’ sick, man. did ya make that?”

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take a freaking sip || jamie & tamaki

starter for @sweet-prince-type

jamie was a reckless type. that much was obvious. he wasn’t happy unless he was causing some sort of mayhem or mischief, pulling pranks or just being a menace to society in general. of course, with all that reckless behavior, even he needed a break from time to time. had he kept it up all the time, who knows what sort of trouble he would get in.

so in order to cool down, jamie loved to get bubble tea, among other things. even he had responsibilities, so when he grabbed his favorite drink, he could usually calm down and focus on whatever he had to study on. he absolutely loathed studying, but for some topics, he could manage, especially if they interested him enough to keep him engaged.

for now, though, he just was really craving some bubble tea, so he stopped by his favorite place and got some, now outside on campus enjoying the weather, lounging about on some bench as he drank his drink and occasionally checked his phone. this, however, was interrupted when he noticed someone staring at him. he frowned, turned to the man sitting on the bench with him, and raised an eyebrow.

“oi, got a problem mate?” 

[bobodook]

:~)

All characters are trans

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yikes! || jamie & reinhardt

starter for @golden-lionheart

jamison fawkes was known as the local bad boy.

sike, he was known as that freak who never took a shower and occasionally pissed people off. he was, in every sense, the worst. typically, people would avoid him. there was an air about him that was a little...unstable. he always had some sort of far-off look in his eyes, and his lack of an arm always proved to add a bit of mystery to him.

with all of these qualities in mind, he definitely proved to be an interesting and rather scary looking character as he marched through the courtyard, a backpack slung over his shoulder, as he scanned the area suspiciously, seeing that no one was around. he had a sort of urge to blow something up all of a sudden, so a little fireworks wouldn’t hurt, right?

finding a clear spot, he dropped down to the ground, quickly emptying the contents of the bag on to the grass, the moment he laid eyes on his beautiful explosives, a grin split across his face as he began to set them up. only to notice someone out of the corner of his eye. 

“shit. shit shit shit shit shit.”

panicking, he tried covering the explosives, but he knew it was too late. the other had seen.

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who the fuck are you? || jamie & demyx

starter for @spastic-blond

new school, new life. sorta.

jamie definitely felt like a sort of weight had lifted off his shoulders when he left australia. there was too much there that held negative memories for him, and he was desperate to escape any kind of serious thinking. moving to a college like ttu would be a fresh start, maybe. maybe this time, people will think he’s sane. at least, in a first greeting situation, they might. he hadn’t blown anything up....yet.

for now, he just needed to get settled in to his dorm. he was tired, and ready to just flop down on a bed and pass the fuck out. the thought was ambitious, considering he knew he was gonna have a roommate. probably one of those sports type of guys, all muscle, no brain. or maybe an annoying squeak of a nerdy type. whoever it was, they were right behind the door.

well, it was now or never. it was a waste to just stand and stare at a door. with a heavy sigh, he turned the knob and opened the door, stepping into his new dorm. and upon entering, he caught sight of the weirdest scrawny thing of a punk kid. jamie knit his eyebrows and squint his eyes, unsure of what to say. it was taking a lot of self control not to insult him, but...he looked ridiculous.

“jesus. didn’t expect someone like you to room with me.”

no, jamie, WRONG.

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Which emoji best represents you?

“that emoji that’s like...an explosion. ya know? it’s like in the weather section...here lemme show you.”

jamie held up his phone, showing the 💥 emoji.

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Why did you choose your major?

“i sort of have a knack for fixin’ things. i know, it totally contradicts my love of destroyin’ things, but tinkering on an old car is really satisfyin’, besides, if i’m gonna go anywhere in life that isn’t criminal, it’d have to be as an engineer.”