hey sorry i’ve been super inactive here! i lost my muse and got busy with school but break’s coming up so i hope to be back here soon!

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@kitakibanchou
hey sorry i’ve been super inactive here! i lost my muse and got busy with school but break’s coming up so i hope to be back here soon!
sodasexual:
“Having troubles with it?” Shintaro looks at Wocky with a pitiful look. “I too have faced this hurdle several times, man. BUT! I’ve been shown a solution. A way to assure that no vending machine will ever bother you again!”
Usually, an angry expression like Wocky’s current one would have made the boy cower in fear. However, he can always be understanding with fellow soda lovers. He approaches the device, holds it with his two hands and applies a precise sequence of slaps, elbows and knees at it.
If you didn’t know any better, you could say that he was humping the machine. Lewd.
“There you go! A fresh can of soda for you!” Looks like you won’t have to pay anymore, Wocky!
Wocky watched as some stranger shows up, suddenly attempting to relate to his soda-induced struggles. Before he can say anything else, the boy is stepping before him, taking hold of the device like it’s a tender lover, causing Wocky to quirk a brow.
“Uh, y’want me t’go so y’can do that in private or--”
He watches as the boy smacks the machine around and then suddenly, the churning inside shows Wocky what this was all intended for.
“YO!” He shouts, running up to grab the soda. “Thanks man! That’s real nice of ya an--”
“How’d y’know my name?”
fantasyimprxmptu:
【✧】 “Do you need some assistance? Baking’s a specialty of mine.”
“Nah...orders died down, but shit, if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ t’do, I got a bakery.”
featherbrows:
“ No. Just throwing it at each other in the streets without the slightest care in the world. ” She pauses. “ I’d be jealous of their frivolity if it didn’t piss me off. ”
Wocky’s jaw drops to the floor, his shoulders slumping as he hears these terrible news.
“That’s such a waste what th’hell are these people thinkin’?! Y’know there’s kids starvin’ in Africa or some shit an’ y’all are havin’ a pillow fight with bread!”
wogh sorry i disappeared, my muse is suffering...gotta replay the case again
haven’t decided what to do / if i’m doing anything for weirdmageddon on wocky here but we’ll see!!
“ At least someone is profiting from all this wasted food. ”
“...wait...what you mean wasted?”
“They ain’t even eatin’ it?”
AA Inktober Day 14: Family Business
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“Whatever chucklefucks’re decidin’ it’s a great idea t’put in huge orders of bread, FUCK OFF!”
“ The bakers here must make good money. ”
“Oh yeah, money’s good, but I ain’t sat down since like 7am this morning, G!”
➞ @kitakibanchou_
THOCK!
THOCK!
ONE BY ONE, each more centered than the last, they struck their wooden target, buried to the neck. The board, now peppered with, what was it now… seven arrows, all within the bands of red and yellow, stood 80 yards away, while he, clad appropriately, drew back for another shot with a creak of leather. He lined it up, venting a gentle breath, brow furrowed–
And his eyes darted aside then. There goes his relatively good day– again.
Odin’s expression soured, but he didn’t yet ease down, holding for the moment. Despite the stranger, he realigned his gaze with the shot and loosed the arrow into the board. It lodged itself into the innermost red band– a near perfect bullseye.
How was he not supposed to watch?
Random dude in the middle of the city was over here firing bows like he was a character in a popular first person shooter or something, barely missing his shots despite being so fa away. There was no way Wocky could ever do that, and heck, part of him even doubted that some other archers he’d met before could do the same. This was impressive, so of course he’d caught his attention.
After the final arrow is fired, Wocky begins to clap.
“Ay yo G, you’s real good with that thing! You compete or somethin’?”
@officervulpes
“Yo, anyone else seein’ this? This fox is WALKIN’! And he got clothes!”
“Phoenix and Apollo, huh? I dunno, sounds pretty superhero-y to me. Actually, I’m pretty sure there’s a Phoenix on one of the X-Men teams. Long red hair, spits fire from her chest or something? Ring a bell? Pretty sure that would get you held in contempt of court or something if you tried it in a courtroom, but I kinda expected the same thing when a million fake Spider-Mans started jumping around the room when I was on trial.” Whoops. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned the part where he was in court. Because he’d been arrested. For murder, among other things. Falsely accused, but still! “Anyway, I wouldn’t count anyone out because they’re small. You should see li’l Spider-Man Junior running around - he’s like, half my size but just as good.”
"Tch, if y’ask me, I think their parents jus’ got a lil’ outta hand when they named ‘em. I mean who names they’s kids Phoenix an’ Apollo. They ain’t gods or some shit,” He snorts, not that he was one to talk, Wocky Kitaki.
He blinks slowly as the boy in spandex describes some other Phoenix, with...fire? And a million Spider-Mans? Wocky couldn’t do anything but laugh nervously.
“No idea what yer talkin’ about, G, but it sounds pretty fun. I think I seen him, actually. Suit’s like, black an’ red?”
“With all due respect,” the boy started after a brief pause, a mild smile lighting up his features, “You were the one that knocked my drink out of my hands.”
It was obvious he wasn’t intimidated– he just kept smiling.
“But since the drink was mine, I wouldn’t mind offering you some money for the cleaning. That’s a pretty bad stain, after all.” And he felt some responsibility, even if he looked smug. “I’m afraid I don’t have too much money on me, you see.”
Wocky narrowed his fucking eyes. He didn’t like the way this guy talked or smiled but if he was offering money, well then it was something.
“....I guess I could let y’get away with it if y’forked up SOMETHIN’ t’help cover th’cost...how much you get anyway?”
; ⌁ ❝ I’m sure someone will but I certainly hope I don’t look that old. ❞
“Well, I didn’t mean old old, I mean like, we ain’t kids, y’know?”
“Yo, check it. When I say trick, you say treat!”
“Trick…!”
“...yo, you callin’ me a trick, dawg? I don’ appreciate that!”
“Seeing that other people are thirsty makes me feel less lonely. It’s like we have something in common. I’d share my milk with you, if I still had any..”
“If y’want something t’go with that milk, I got just th’perfect thing!”