#woofjock

[royalreef]

@woofjock​ inquired: There's a good boy wagging his tail for Miranda ! He'll even do a backflip for some "good boy's" ! 

       Does he even really need to ask? Miranda’s weak to plying herself, and if there’s anyone who he can ask for treats and high praise from with minimal effort, it’s Miranda. Her tail is thumping against the ground, grin plastered across her face, and she claps in time with every sentence. “Scott!!!! Who’s a good boy!!! Sweetest boy!!! Goodest boy!!! Bestest boy!!! You are, it’s you!!!”

[cryptidsdad]

woofjock : newsflash; scott probably mistook Robert for another werewolf because of the scent of alcohol mixed with body scent kJNFG

robert being mistaken for a werewolf by an actual werewolf? I guess that this is a confirmation that he actually is secretly a werewolf. 

[zgords]

Out of the blue Scott comes up to Zoe. He's still wearing his gym clothes from having attended dodgeball practice, and it's with pure woof energy that he picks her up and places her onto one of his shoulders, holding her in place so she won't fall over. "Zoe! Let's go grab some grub! I wanna eat with you and talk about all the bouncy balls I saw today!"

@woofjock / answered !

     the truth of the matter is this  :  zoe knows scott is strong.  zoe KNOWS scott is openly affectionate.  this is all public and not - at - all secret knowledge  …  and yet he still manages to catch her off guard,  her eyes wide and lips parted to a silent ‘oh’ !

her heart pounds to an unfamiliar and irregular beat ( from mortal heartburn,  or a mortal heartattack,  or just  …  mortal nerves,  maybe, ) many eyes WIDE while scott holds her in place for balance,  and then just  —  continues to hold her after the initial shock.  she stares at his hands like she’s not sure how they got there,  or where they came FROM,  or what they are.  they’re just hands,  zoe.

still !  once the bewilderment wears off,  all that’s left is the warmth and the tenderness and the inexplicably clammy tentacles ( and singular HAND,  too ).  she even wraps said tentacle arm gently around scott’s wrist  —  a reassurance,  or a THANKS,  or something softer,  maybe  ;  irrevocably lost in the unnamed affection that blooms from her lungs and threads itself through the bones of her ribcage.  she’s still figuring out how that works.

it’s just that  …  well..  it all just feels a little less DAUNTING when it means figuring it out with scott.

“you did well today.  in gym,  i mean.”  she hums,  as easy as breathing !  she falls into ( metaphorical ) step with scott like second nature  ;  the cries of the damned backlighting her rumbling PURR with succinct punctuation.  carefully settling the palm of her hand onto the nape of his neck,  the corners of her lips lift in the teeniest,  tiniest and most imperceptible of smiles !  a terribly FOND and lovely thing.

and.  hardly is she a creature pressed by UNCALCULATED measures,  but.  it’s like diving into a lake where she cannot see the bottom,  pressing the kiss to the temple of scott’s forehead from where she sits  —  and,  for once,  the mortal feelings that hold her chest in a vice - grip do not feel so FRIGHTENING when they smother her.  “ …  and i’d like that a lot,  i think.”

she breathes  ;  cheeks PURPLE and sweet and full of life.  “let’s get something to eat.”

[prankmasterz]

@woofjock​ replied to your post:

Pumps both fists in the air! Even his feet! He's just laying on his back now! 'PRANKS! PRANKS! PRANKS!'

      Being a ghost, thankfully when she pumps both fists and feet in the air, she remains floating well off the ground.

               “PRANKS! PRANKS! PRANKS!!!”

[wickedloverz]

@zgords @woofjock

THE FUCKING HEIGHTS MATCH UP PERFECTLY

[zombfear-blog]

" Hehe ! My name isn't Big Guy, it's Scott ! Did you forget that already? Big Guy was a student here LAST year, duh ! " Like that stops him from waggling his tail, he's just excited to be around his pals. " Speaking of guys, do you wanna go grab some ribs with me ? I'm starving ! I want ribs ! Loads of them ! Oh ! We could even have an eating competition, if you'd be up for it ! "

❝ ah sorry my mistake, scott. ❞ 

He laughed softly, and stuck his hands into his pockets. he wasn’t sure how guys and ribs connected  ( unless in the course of cannibalism aka his diet ), but he’d roll with it. if it meant he got food out of it, he’d roll with anything scott said. 

❝ you’re on, scott. rib eating contest sounds fun. ❞

[biterage]

//starter for @woofjock !!

.... uh

Brad was standing near a lunch table, tray in hand with whatever he had decided to get multiple servings of today as he looked down at a sitting figure, seeming GENUINELY CONFUSED...

“...”

“What the HELL are you doing in MY seat.”

It wasn’t really HIS seat so to speak, but he liked to sit there sometimes... and it looked like a certain local Goodboy was committing the abhorrent crime of sitting down to enjoy his own lunch... Scott Howl....

UGH.... THIS guy.... THIS guy had taken his seat! God what a TOTAL LOSER!!! He’d seen him before in the Hallway and at Football practice..... always so CONSIDERATE and NICE he seemed like such a GREAT GUY!!! God it totally pissed him off, he could feel his face getting hot as his confused expression twisted into his signature death glare.

“You DEAF or somethin’ bro??? I jus’ told you to MOVE”

He leaned down to say that into his ear, rather loudly. Whelp..... there he goes....! being mad at absolutely NOTHING. Poor Scott...

[hellrager]

" Damien ! Damien ! Damien ! " His voice rings out through the open school yard, the werewolf on all fours and half-turned as he runs up to the demon. Stress coats his voice and the second he reaches him, Scott dives behind him. " THE PACK AND I DID SOMETHING STUPID. WE WERE PLAYING WITH FIRECRACKERS. HOW DO YOU MAKE FIRE GO ELSEWHERE? IT DIDN'T MOVE WHEN I ASKED IT POLITELY! YOU'RE THE FIREMASTER, DAMIEN!"

   ⁉

As soon as he saw the werewolf charging at him, he braced himself for impact. Gladly all Scott did was hide behind Damien, like a pup that had chewed apart the wrong kinda shoes. With a blink, Damien listened intently, only to hear the sound of firecrackers, howling wolves and then the familiar sound of flames going out of control.

“Heh, That’s not how it works, Scott. Fire doesn’t do what anyone tells it. Fire is pure fucking chaos, it does whatever it wants! So all you can do is lean back and appreciate the chaos.” 

He motioned to the growing fire in the distance. Heh, the gym was on fire. Classic. “You know, for an Amateur-Arsonist, this sure isn’t bad. I give it a 5/10.”

[thezomblr-blog1]

Leaning over in class, Scott whispers to Brian; " --- you look tired, wanna skip class and head out for some burgers? Or something else? Miss Nosferatu probably won't even notice us, heh!" Not only is it a chance to hang out with his friend, but it's also a chance to grab something to eat. Where there is food, there is a Scott, and where there is a Scott there is usually a lot of hair. "I know I could go with a bite about now at least."

“Fuck, it’s that obvious?” Brian had a late night last night, and not in a fun way, he’d had to chase a mark all over the city to the point where it’d no longer been a thrilling chase. Had he not been avoiding sleep he might have skipped school entirely to catch up on some shut-eye. The ghoul rubs a hand down his face and glances towards his friend, grateful for the out being given. He could crush some good food right now. 

“ Sounds like a plan, bro.” he whispered back, keeping his eyes on Miss Nosferatu who was writing a bunch of meaningless shit on the chalkboard and rambling on, “there’s a place downtown I’ve been meaning t’try out anyway.”

[punkaway]

rumor has it that jak's a little on the furry fucking side

CURSED RUMORS / ACCEPTING.

❝ oh, DEFINITELY, dude !! i mean, why wouldn’t i be ?? i like fuzzy, soft, warm, and cute things, especially when they’re all big and buff and STRONG and just … cute and perfect in every way and REALLY good at sports and like pizza and playing pranks and just – FUCK, dude. they’re great. furry things are great. i LOVE fur. sue me, i’ll kick your ASS in court. also yeah, i got a fursona. duh.❞

[howlkissed-archive]

Cue Scott picking Moonie up and placing him onto his shoulders. Being an eager werewolf, his tail waggles; "MOONIE! BURGERS! LET'S GO AND CHASE SOME BUUUUURGERS!" While normal monsters grab a bite down at the local junk food chain, Scott is planning to chase cows with his favorite werewolf of all time. "I WANNA MAKE SOME BUUUURGERS!"

at this point moonie is used to scott’s tradition of scooping her up like a toy, so this was no different. promptly siting on scott like his should was a throne a hand of claws goes to smooth over her hair. his enthusiasm never fails compared to howl collective her attitude is.

❝ yeah, we can go grab some burgers. ❞ scott’s word hadn’t clicked just yet, until she reflected over his request.

chase…grab….no, she’s positive howl said CHASE.  CHASE ? oh, chase. eyes widen with sheer excitement. ❝ wait… you wanna go cow chasin’  ? ❞ that’s something kayleen hadn’t done since she was a pup. 

❝ we could catch ‘em, kill ‘em… make burgers, and eat the rest. 

                               let’s fucking do it, scotty. ❞

[royalreef]

@woofjock​ inquired:  " Miranda !? --- " Scott hollers at her, running at an ungodly speed. Both hands and feet are on the ground there he jolts towards her, panting like a dog in search for a rib-eye. He's quick. Way too quick. Even quicker when he throws himself BEHIND her, curling up in FEAR of the MISTAKE he has done. " SAVE ME! I ACCIDENTALLY ATE LIAM'S HOMEWORK. HE IS GOING TO KILL ME DEAD. " 𝔘𝔫𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔡 - Always Accepting

            ----- Prrrpp?!

      For a sharp moment, all Miranda can do is brace herself for impact, tail kicked back as her body tenses to be barrelled over or to witness the carnage that had Scott so frightened. Thought gives way to practiced instinct to keep alive -- and then Scott is huddled behind Miranda, the squeak of shoes clear on the tile floor, making her fins briefly tense. As if Miri’s tiny frame would hide any of Scott, a furry jock boulder behind a particularly frail pink aspen. 

      Blink blink! Her tail twitches and curls, the tall paddle doing its best to shield him. Caught somewhere between protectiveness and the kind of humor that’s coated in relief that whatever was coming was not as bad as dreaded prior. Her head turns and tilts, looking down at Scott, her curtain of hair swishing behind her as she glances over her shoulder, the flare of her fins contrasted against the red. 

      “Scott -- !!” Her words strum surprised and a little scolding, but not upset, pushing her tail closer, broad scales smooth and polished as it curls against him, making her head switch directions and look at him over the other shoulder, making it easier on her spine. “Where is Liam?? I assure you I won’t let him kill you, dead or otherwise, but what homework did you eat to make him want to do so??” 

[cryptidsdad]

woofjock : ‘ you got wolves all around you ! ’ he just grins.

He would never understand why people were so insistent on approaching him. Most of the time, it would be people that he was mostly familiar with so he could excuse that. (Despite all his grumbling, he really didn’t mind all that much when his neighbors suddenly swooped in and decided to talk to him). It was when the person was basically a stranger that he didn’t understand. Robert was far from the most approachable person out there - He acted just like people expected when they saw him. 

“What the hell does that mean?” Fingers pinched the bride of his nose in exasperation before he let out a sigh. Either too tired or too hungover or both, to actually deal with Scott. And what was with everyone and associating him with wolves? The Christiansen twins had spent the last three days trying to ‘expose’ Robert as a werewolf and he was tired.

[zgords]

penny for your thoughts?

[blccmngs]

“ we’re just working on our murder board “

“a murder board,” rafael repeated slowly as dark eyes flickered over the board in question. what had he expected when he walked into the library? a quiet place for him to waste away his free period in. that didn’t seem possible in the school especially not the library. “are you guys planning a murder or?”

[zombfear-blog]

Waggles his tail at him!

if it ain’t scotty boy !! he doesn’t have a tail but he’s equally as happy to see him. 

❝ hey big guy. ❞