#punkbites

[splinter-sister]

Going to the 7/11 with your homie to grab snackies for your weird ass friend.

[tapuhauko]

Fruit Quiz!

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tagging: @gnzma // @topranged // @lxst-explorer // @myoscape // @velvet-voiced // YOU!!

[gamenu]

         "--'m never gonna be used ta tha humidity here." Or the constant rain. Much like all the dogs surrounding her as she approaches Jacks, she shakes off her head and hair to try and rid it of the water.

          Her shirt was another story. Wringing it out carefully, she wasn't exactly thinking properly when she exposed her midriff. The odd, ugly scar that adorned the entirety of her torso. Something that covered her body like that, it should have torn through her completely. How it seemed to stop, then start as if there was a gap where something else was, before continuing across. How the scar tissue had formed swirls instead of scarring over normally.

          Nicole hadn't noticed anything wrong until she saw Jacks staring at it. Swearing internally, she forces a smile and waves him off, quickly letting her shirt fall again.

         "--Don' worry none, i's all good."

( @punkbites lmao you can't escape me )

[smilingwrxith-moved]

Continued [x] @punkbites

"Oh y'know! Bouncin' around n' bein' a menace to th' populace or whatevah.~" And escaping existential crisis.

Margaret simply grins and bats her lashes innocently at her long time punk friend. It isn't long though before she's back to making grabby hands at Jacks's blunt.

"C'mooon gimmie gimmie!"

[eyesofcuriosity]

@punkbites

Oh he was a friendly one, she was truly delighted! Peering up at him, taking in the accessories and outfit he wore, she was a bit curious soul. But it might be a bit rude to pester him right off the bat.

"Thank you! Oh, well I'm looking for a reputable records store, do you maybe know one around? "

[tribus-semitae]

@punkbites

Vanya would burst into full hearty laugh at his little comback, not bad at all she was happy that he was not a fucking poser or shit like that. Without any hesitation she would sit her ass down right next to him and wave the bartender to bring her a beer.

"Daww Rocker Girl Barbie? Are you sayin' I'm pretty sweetheart? " she teased with a smug grin.

"Sure you can say that if a Barbie dyed her hair red, had far too many shots, got shitfaced, broke a guy's nose with headbutt last night, yeah I can fit that lil box " nodding as her beer arrived she did take a big ol' swig from it with satisfied gasp.

"Kiiinda new around this city, shit seems fun, decided to visit local hangout and ey, so far aint complainin' "

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@punkbites // Pet the Puppies:

"Oh yeah, I can show you my puppies! You gonna love 'em!" He pulled almost all his Pokeballs from his belt, throwing them into the air to release his Arcanine, Houndoom and Mightyena.

"These are Mosh, Ace and Razer. And you already know about Roc." Jacks motioned to the Arcanine, the Houndoom, the Mightyena and lastly to his Lycanroc. The first to approach her, was of course Mosh. His bushy tail was wagging eagerly as he waddled over to her.

Daedra blinked for a moment as she was suddenly presented with a collection of very canine looking Pokemon.

"Big puppies..." she couldn't help but murmur softly. Was she just a touch disappointed they weren't 'puppy' puppies--maybe a teeny bit. But big sized puppies were still just as good in her book~

Especially when the Arcanine made the initial approach.

"-I guess EXTRA big puppy in your case," she told Mosh with a giggle. Smiling at the large Pokemon, she immediately offered both her hands towards his snoot. "Hello there, Puppy!"

[malcolmgaunt]

starter for @punkbites

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The past summer had been eventful in the worst ways possible.

Malcolm's grandmother on his dad's side died. She was still living on her own out in Blackstone so that's where the funeral was held. It had been weird being around so many grieving people he barely knew while accepting the fact his last not-shitty-grandparent was dead.

And then came the moving plans.

The Gaunt family home was left to his dad. Debate over whether to sell it or not went on for a while between his parents, but in the end the decision was made to keep it. They were moved in before fall.

Everything was different. Even if he knew, objectively, that it wasn't all that bad, he still hated it. It felt like nothing was under his control.

And so here he is during his first day at Blackstone High School. It's lunchtime and he's planning on finding somewhere to sit by himself until classes start again. But on his way he bumps into some punk kid. It was an accident and he should apologize, but he doesn't.

Instead he makes the questionable choice to stop and glare as if it were the other kid's fault.