#punk-au

[davi-doo]

//Closed starter for @theveryfirst

Allen’s definitely the least likely one to come to his recording session late. But when he does, his gang will always ask him getting them some food on the way to the studio. The young man sighs wearily at the long list he got on his phone. Tina’s favourite Mexican restaurant is closest to where’s at, so burrito it will be. He wonders why the girl always has her luck. Loosely tying up his hair, he grabs his guitar case and quickly heads out on his motorbike, ignoring the annoyed sneer from the old man next door.

And there it is, the said Mexican restaurant during its crowded hour. Pulling on his cigarette for the last time, he then flicks it in a trash bin nearby before warily walking in the cramped place.

Loud chatter and the smell of food engulfs him, just like any other guest, the moment he steps through the glass door. As per usual, he randomly picks a good variety for takeaway. “10 burritos in total. That will take a while.”, said the cashier as he pays.

With the receipt in hand, he finds himself among others at the waiting tables. There’s only one empty seat to take beside a young lady. Just like Allen himself with his hair, his piercings and his clothes, the blonde girl has something in her vibe that attracts attention. Her calm, quiet vibe stands out vividly from the common people. However, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, and why should he be concerned?  “Hey, may I sit here?”, he asks casually, while tapping on the table surface, ignoring other people’s curious gazes.

[davi-doo]

Hey Allen, going to any concerts lately? Can a girl join ya?

The young man looks up from his gears to the source of that voice. The girl he found there looks rather familiar, but he can’t quite put his fingers on where he possibly has seen her before. 

“Still at that small pub next Friday.”, he answers promptly while the others’s grinning and fist bumping on his shoulders, “And it depends on what kind of girl you meant.” 

[davi-doo]

Is this the police?! I’m calling the weed!

“See, that’s what bad drugs do to you kids.”, he gestures vaguely towards the anon. 

[davi-doo]

Event starter: Punk-AU

Having long taken off his shirt soaked in sweat, the young man pulls on a cigarette and watches the dispatching crowd from behind the stage. They all will soon move to the after show party. But for now, Dave prefers chilling up a little, as he always does after nearly 2 hours screaming his lungs out. The lyrics are still stuck and itching in his throat, while adrenaline still running wild in his veins. Without his breaktime, the morning is bound to come with dreadful consequences, even with his youthful body.

David Allen surely has deviated greatly from the good kid he was in the roundly one year. Those who only knew him before must be shocked, as Dave’s surprised of himself. Sometimes. But he likes his time here, when everything and everyone seem more genuine and authentic than his former surroundings.

His mates go past him now and then, and there’re fist bumps and cocky smirk shared. Some of them are still sober and just minding their business. Some others have clearly made their first few shots of the night. Perhaps he should get going. Dave stubs out his cigarette on the road case behind. Tina’s not around to scold him for now.

[klayr-de-gall]

oh god oh fuck has anyone written anything for your AU yet? I'm WEAK for punk aus it's so amazing and the ART!! Their lil bi + lesbian pride pins 😭❤️ how will they meet billy? is it set in modern day? You're so creative!!

Hello Anon! Thanks for being interested in the Punk-brats! I had so much fun filling the Art with Details that help tell the Story! Sadly there is no fiction for it (yet, but if anyone wants to, I would DIIiiIIE!!) I’m working on Billy’s tie-in at the moment, have to color it before I can post it with some BG about him and how he met the Band. Won’t spoil it but you shouldn’t have to wait longer than 4-5 days till I can post it! Also, I have some more art for the AU in general and plan to make even more! It’s set in modern days. I don’t have that much knowledge about the Punk culture in general so I can only dream of recreating it for the 80′s (like cloaths and songs and stuff) so

Thank you for the ask! <3

[momwouldbedisappointed-blog]

Currently reading @heyfightme s baking is punk as fuck on AO3. i’ll probably finish this within the next hour or so at the rate I’m going.

[ros-of-alasdha]

Punk-Merlin Merthur

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like merthur.

Stranger: (Punk!Merlin, clueless 'straight' Arthur, top!Merlin) Explain something to me. AP

You: Sure, babe. What's up? -ME

Stranger: See, you calling me that. It needs to change, people think we're a couple. AP

Stranger: But that's not the point. AP

You: Ah, don't let it bug you. People's opinions don't matter. -ME And if that's not the point, what is? -ME

Stranger: Can you tell if people are gay just from looking at them? AP

You: Not always. Sometimes. Reckon you're not as straight as you'd like to think. -ME

Stranger: What? No, you're wrong about that. AP

You: Sure thing, babe. Keep saying it ;) -ME

Stranger: Stop that. I'm not gay, and I'm not your babe. AP

You: Never said you were gay. There're other possibilities, darlin'. -ME

Stranger: You're a dick. I'm not your "darlin" either. And I'm /straight/. AP

Stranger: What makes you think I'm not? AP

You: Easy. You put a lot of effort into how you look, but a lot of guys do that. Not an obvious tell. You look sometimes, but stop when you catch yourself. And I can keep the pet names coming, sweetheart. Doesn't do any good to argue. -ME

Stranger: [delayed] Your pet names are annoying. And I don't know what you mean by me looking. I don't look. There's nothing to look at. AP

You: Course not, Love. Just keep deluding yourself. -ME

Stranger: That one. Don't call me that one either. And it's not a /delusion/, I think I would know. AP

You: You don't like Love, how about Dear? I can keep going. And that's the point of a delusion, darling. -ME

Stranger: Darling. You've called me darling twice now, you're running out. And it's /my/ brain, Merlin. I think I would know better than you. AP

You: I was hoping to save you the worst ones. But I can keep going, honeybunches. -ME And I think we're getting to the point where I know you better than you do. Outside perspective, sweet cheeks. -ME

Stranger: [delayed] I liked darling better. And screw your outside perspective. AP

You: Thought so. And that's not a very compelling argument. -ME

Stranger: As if I could convince you of anything. AP

You: Never, darling. But you love that about me. -ME

Stranger: Love? Not likely. AP

You: Suuure. -ME

Stranger: What, now you have some theory about how I like you more than as a friend? AP

You: Ha. Nah, that's something you gotta figure out for yourself, darling. -ME

Stranger: So you don't. AP

Stranger: Works for.

Stranger: (Hello?)

You: (Said yu were still typing.)

You: *you

Stranger: (Oh, sorry. No.)

You: (ok, cool)

You: Nope. But theories imply I'm not dead certain ;) -ME

Stranger: What? You can't be dead certain when you're wrong. AP

Stranger: Tell me why and I'll disprove you. AP

You: Ha. Well you stare. Like, a lot. Constantly. Until you realize I've caught you. And you do that adorable thing with your tongue, same as you used to do looking at Gwen in middle school. And seriously, though, the number of times I've caught you having a staring contest with my arse. It's adorable. -ME

Stranger: [delayed] Well at the very least, I'm not adorable. AP

You: Ha. No arguments though? And you really are kind of adorable, all in denial and everything. -ME

Stranger: No argument because there's no point in arguing with you. And I'm not in denial. AP

You: Suuure, darlin. Whatever helps you sleep at night. But you can't tell me you don't want a piece of me. -ME

Stranger: I most certIn

Stranger: *I most certainly can tell you that. AP

Stranger: What did you mean by the thing I do with my tongue? AP

You: The adorable thing where you sort of flick it across your lips while you stare at me like I'm a piece of meat. -ME

Stranger: [long delay] I see. Well. AP

Stranger: Talking to you was clearly pointless. AP

Stranger: Even if I do look at you like that, it doesn't mean anything. AP

You: Deniiiiaaaaaaaaaal -ME

You: You're adorable, though, really. You'll have to admit it to yourself sooner or later. -ME

You: I'm irresistible. -ME

Stranger: To gay guys. I can see how you would be irresistible to gay guys. AP

Stranger: But not straight men. AP

You: How about bisexual dorks? -ME

Stranger: Don't know any of those. AP

You: No? I do. He's adorable, fluffy blond hair. He's a big, handsome lad, not too bright but kind. Seen him around anywhere? -ME

Stranger: Sorry, no. Don't know anyone like that. AP

Stranger: But my hair isn't fluffy. And I'm inteligent. AP

You: It's very fluffy. And normally I'd agree, but you're so deep in the closet I think you found Narnia. -ME

Stranger: Oh please. You only used that analogy for a Narnia reference. AP

You: Well. yes. But only because I thought it would appeal to your dorky nature. -ME

Stranger: I'm not a dork. Just because I wear button downs and I don't shop frequently at Hot Topic doesn't make me a dork. AP

You: Nothing wrong with being a dork, darlin. It's cute. -ME

Stranger: You know what, what's wrong with looking at blokes every now and then? You don't have to be bi for that. AP

You: Nothing wrong with being bi, either, darlin. -ME

Stranger had to go...