some guy.

indie multifandom/verse oc. rocked by were.

[punkaway]

depression rlly hit me hard but. i be wanting to come back ngl

[punkaway]

may or may not be comin back f

waiting on icons being drawn either way, but still, there’s a chance, tho i’m not sure what fandoms to go for lmao

[punkaway]

would like 2 be active again but waiting on icons + people id rather avoid orzzzzzzzzzzz

[woofjock]

“I don’t want to see the world that way anymore.”

     ANSWERED ! @punkaway-a 💪🐺

     Royal blue eyes gaze up at Jak’s face there the two of them lies, face to face, tucked together on top of the werewolf’s bed. A hand rests on Jak’s back, fingers stroking the surface of his t-shirt in such sweet, soothing motions that attempt to chase away all the bad thoughts and insecurities that wander around his mind. While Scott can’t exactly read minds (he’s a werewolf, not a psychic) he still tries his best to understand what the other is thinking. It’s hard sometimes. Especially when it gets like this; it’s like he’s drifting away, into some kind of sea that doesn’t allow dogs and where Scott, therefore, can’t swim after him. It’s a shame, because he’s a really good swimmer, but not good enough to catch up with the spiraling thoughts Jak holds. 

     What he can do, however, is to tug the male closer. Their noses meet and Scott rubs his around and against the other’s, trying to coax their eyes into meeting. His gaze is intense, but loving, as he longs to get in and under Jak’s skin; he just wants to understand everything.

     “What’s… holding you back from looking at the world differently then, bro?” Speaking with a gentle voice, their mumbles barely leave bed. It’s the two of them and a couple of dimmed lights, one of the standing lights having been concealed by a thin fabric that cast a warm hue in the room. In the back some sweet tunes are played on their shared spotify list; “… I don’t really get what you’re on about a lot of times, and that’s because I’m really bad at paying attention… but…”

     His other hand shifts, sliding up and under the cheek of Jak’s that rests on top of the pillow. Cupping it, Scott strokes the surface with his thumb. “If you don’t wanna look at the world in a specific way anymore, then I’m gonna help you get a new set of eyes! We see the world differently, maybe I could teach you some stuff?” It’s a silly suggestion, but it makes Scott smile there he keeps nuzzling their noses together. 

     “If you wanna… of course? You could probably borrow my eyes through some kind of — I don’t know — eye switching potion or something! You’d have to see a lot ball of a daily basis though,” grinning, Scott leans down to press their lips sweetly together. “ Dodge balls, that is, heh !”

     “Think that’d be better, Jak?”

[woofjock]

the best kind of chucklefucks / @punkaway-a

[woofjock]

thanks for the sight @punkaway

[woofjock]

“F—fuck you’re gonna — it feels like you’re gonna wr—eck me—”

     ANSWERED ! @punkaway 💪🐺

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[punkaway]

HIATUS NOTICE.

going on hiatus for idk how long. just don’t feel up to writing or anything anymore. feel free to catch me on discord or something.

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@punkaway ♡’d for a starter !!

‶ JAAAAAAAAK !! that’s the last of the blueberry lollipops !! ″

oh what a cruel fate to be left with the worst of the worst ; orange flavor ( oxygen free ) !! it tasted nothing like an orange and just the overbearing nature given sugars ; YAWN !! where’s the bursts of flavor in that !?

‶ literally CAN’T believe you got the whole thing there !! what sorta monopoly you’re holding with them !! ″

[punkaway]

❝ ... oh. ❞

jak looks at the lollipop he was JUST about to shove straight into his mouth, and then over at vicky’s -- ORANGE. he isn’t a FAN of orange, but hey. it tastes like sugar, and it doesn’t have the sour kick he usually hates about BLUEBERRY, so he shrugs and hands it over to vicky, despite licking it once.

❝ let’s just TRADE, yeah ?? and -- well. i buy a LOT. ❞

as if to prove it, he digs into his pockets and produces a FUCKTON more lollipops.

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@punkaway ||

● ──── He had no face to make expressions but something about the way he was standing there with his chest heaving and his massive arms crossed just below his pecs, stated that he was in fact not pleased with the current events taking place. “’Ere’s a question for ya boyo; I leave ya to tender a bush; grow a simple weed, yuh??” He now gestures to the dead plant sitting on the desk—and not only that but every other plant on the roster was nothing more than a dried tumbleweed by this point. If he had somehow managed to grow frightful man eating daffodils, he’d have no problem but to be so neglectful that the plants just give up and die??? Unacceptable. “A simple task but ya manage to stomp it all down ta’ feck. Is ya thick??”

[punkaway]

❝ you gave me a SHITTY assignment. grow a fuckin’ WEED ?? ❞ jak wasn’t going to back down ONE BIT. he wasn’t the type to give in to any form of authority, teacher or not -- the plants would likely have killed him, sure, but more importantly, they were UGLY. not CUTE. not PRETTY. instead, he opens up one of the cabinets and pulls out a SPIDER LILY  -- now that’s thriving. it’s jak’s favourite flower after all, and he’s even NAMED IT going by the tag -- “ alice ”.

❝ you want me to grow somethin’, you give me somethin’ WORTH GROWIN’. i ain’t thick, i just know what i’m doin’ -- and if you want me to grow somethin’ i ain’t ever seen before, howzabout you be a goddamn TEACHER and actually help me out instead of just fuckin’ off and sayin’ “ hey, grow this ”, especially when i ain’t familiar wit’ th’plant -- i mean, sure, it’s easy to raise, but it could kill me straight up. and if you’re not gonna give a shit about me, why should i give a SHIT ‘bout the class ?? it’s not like i dunno how to raise shit. all i’m askin’ is for you to TEACH. ❞

[punkaway]

SCOTT:

“HMmmmmmm.” Scott leaned back in his seat stretching his arms and shoulders. He studied the ceiling tiles and counted them absentmindedly. 

“That could work! The transformation is pretty intense. Like I get taller and everything; their’s bound too be a lot too write about.” He hadn’t thought about his two different forms like that. He was only Scott.

“Normal Scott and Wolf Scott sounds better…cuz I’m Scott. ‘Form’ makes it sound really…I don’t know, impersonal.”

he watches scott think with added CURIOSITY, before kicking back into a very relaxed pose and balancing a PEN on his nose as he continued talking to the other. he’s doing a pretty good job of balancing that pen, all things considered, and he even manages to BOUNCE it a few millimetres into the air. 

❝ ah, you got a POINT there. sorry, wasn’t thinkin’ bout that. most stuff just usually sticks with FORM -- but gotcha, normal scott ‘n wolf scott. yeah, you’re scott either way, right ?? anyway ... what causes the transformation, ANYWAY ?? i mean, ‘sides the whole full moon thing. any other things, like a forced transformation or somethin’ ?? ❞

[punkaway]

THE DISCIPLE:

Ah so far, so good! What a kind hand extended to help the small fawn of a girl as the bulking other began to talk to her and—

Wait … guns? Swords ?! Axes !! She never handled a grand weapon like that ever in her life what a jump for her!

“ Uh–!! I can’t really…! I only know how to use a knife for cooking! ” She shook her head, still trying to shake off the quite interesting but too demanding request of the other. “ I … yes I take home ec. and cook a lot back at home! It uh… it’s mainly for myself but I don’t know how to really fight…”

“ Uh–! Unless you’re willing to teach me that too? I’m not sure what your protocol requites, Jak but I’ll…! Do my best!” Her voice was faltering as she tried to sum up the courage to push forward; anything to be less the wallflower in campus ! “ I’m willing to do whuh-whatever it takes ! ”

jak nodded his head as she noted a KNIFE for cooking. that was something he could work with -- by the time he was done with her in his head, she’d virtually be in KAIMAN cosplay.

smirk on his face, he’s silent as ethel stammers, before SHUTTING his eyes and nodding sagely. he had to look cool in front of her after all, since he was planning on MENTORING her. pushing his glasses up, he continued to speak as he pat her gently on the head.

❝ okay, let’s do a TRADE OFF. i teach you how to fight, you teach me how to cook. your weapon of choice is knives, but how do you wanna handle them ?? i could see you as more of a RANGED FIGHTER, but at the same time, you don’t seem to have the bulk to carry multiple spares, so AGILITY BASED MELEE is probably best for you. that work ?? ❞

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@punkaway liked for a random starter!

📱Liam was sitting in the cafeteria, their gaze focused on their perfect food pic. They had finally gotten it set up just the way they wanted it, they wanted to savour the moment but knew better then to waste anytime with the vagabonds that ran around. So they took their picture before swiping through filters, but none of them really stood out to him.

“How lame… I finally get the perfect food pic yet none of these filters are good enough… Ugh…”

They huffed slightly before resting their chin on the back of their hand before getting an idea as they grabbed the attention of one of their fellow classmates.

“Hey… not that your opinion usually matters to me, but… I need your help with something.”

[punkaway]

ah yes, the cafeteria. probably the place jak loathed the most, just because cafeteria food fucking sucked. he was the type to just go to a FAST FOOD PLACE during lunch or bring something packed from home, depending on how he felt. however, today was one of the days where he forgot to, and as a result, he HAD to grab whatever probably unsafe food they were serving and sit with one of his classmates.

he listens out as liam admonishes each filter he scrolls through, shrugging as he focused on his own meal ( LASAGNA ) before looking up once his opinion was asked for.

❝ well ... this is ‘bout FILTERS, right ?? not to be rude, but do you REALLY need one ?? or would an UNFILTERED FOOD PIC posted by an account that USUALLY filters them count as un-mainstream ?? ❞

[punkaway]

@zgords / x.

he almost fucking YELLS the second he hears snack, his hands clasped around the cage with an IRON GRIP as he looks back at her, shaking his head -- he needs to remember zoe is, a, uh ... eldritch ... god ... thing. something like that, so she’s probably never kept a pet before. which is why he got her one in the FIRST place.

he figured now was the best time for her to “ advance ” in becoming more ... human ?? of course, he hadn’t actually told her he was trying to help her fit in. he’d just decided to do it because his FRIEND seemed so lost in this world and confused, and he felt like he OWED it to her to do his best with helping her out.

hence the hamster. the cute little hamster with the fuzzy fur and BIG EYES and god, he kind of wanted to keep it for himself, but he felt that something that cute would definitely help zoe learn to take care of things. still, he should have ANTICIPATED her jumping to the wrong conclusion, looking her back in the eyes with a nervous smile.

❝ he’s not a SNACK, zoe. you don’t EAT HIM. he’s a pet, y’know ?? you take care of him and stuff, make sure he grows up strong and healthy and happy, play with him, that kinda stuff. he’s cute, right ?? you gotta give him a name, too, but don’t think too hard on it. lemme know if you ever need help. if you ... don’t want him, that’s fine too. i can take him off your hands.❞

[punkaway]

mini hiatus until the weekend!!

i’ll hopefully get out all the replies i owe this weekend lmao

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❝   YOU  CAN’T  RAISE  HELL                                              AS   A  SAINT !  ❞

                    indie  multimuse  featuring  “TENNESSEE  KID”  COOPER  of  SLY  COOPER,  as  loved  by  FLETCHER

[marderkunst]

I’ve seen this ghost so long it feels like home to me

We’ve seen him wail he keeps it’s tail tucked in between