Wandering Tomcat

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Multimuse RP blog Canon and OC characters available Run by Henry

This Muse is being Moved! 

In hopes to get more action and RP with this muse and several others, I’m moving them to a multimuse blog. I’ll keep this blog up as an archive, but won’t be RPing here anymore

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Hey guys just an OOC Update here that I’ll be going by Henry from now on, rather than Harley, as Harley has recently become Dysphoric for me. I’m working on changing my rules pages to reflect this, please keep this in mind when addressing me from now on.

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snufkxn:

::『♬』learn тo вe lonely ::

   Whether it’s the look or the words, something catches in him. A spark catches     along the bitterness that’s always present, fanning it rapidly from smouldering     to a heat that fills his chest all of a sudden. It leaves his hands shaking, teeth     bared behind lips, as he curls on into a fist. He won’t do it? Well, of course not.     But, that was his decision, not the Joxter’s. Exhaling deeply through his nose,     he presses his mouth to his knuckles.

    “Is that so?”

    Then, he moves. Winding one arm back quickly, his intent becomes obvious     by the time his fist is moving forward. It’s a crude punch, but it’s solid; years     of travelling had made him rather nimble when it came to things like this. And     there’s a degree of satisfaction when his fist makes contact with the other     mumrik’s nose. He doubts he’s strong enough to properly break it, but at the     very least he’ll have—hopefully—knocked the other clean off his feet. As well     as unconventionally honoured Little My’s request for a kiss, even if it’s hardly     what she’d been expecting. His shoulders remain tight for a moment, before     shaking his hand out as he glowers at the other man.

    He says nothing, even if his tongue is burning with many things he could possibly     say; but he curls his fingers and strains the bruises starting on his knuckles instead.

“OH!!” 

She should’ve seen that coming. It wasn’t like she wasn’t provoking some sort of argument with all of them meeting like this, but hardly did she expect the cool and calm demeanor’d Snufkin to pull a punch on…anyone really. She wasn’t gonna step in the middle of this, mostly out of curiosity and awe over what would happen next.

He’s not knocked clean off his feet, but with his hands in his pockets, he can’t do anything to catch himself until his back is against the boulder he’d been napping on not five minutes ago. His hands come out of his pockets and one reaches up to touch his nose- Ah, he’s bleeding, would you look at that.

He blinks a few times, and a near feral grin spreads across his face. The grin is the only warning anyone gets before he springs, tackling Snufkin into the sand with every intention of beating the daylights out of his son.

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   Oh she knew that three-quarters of Joxter’s brain was stuck in dreams, it wouldn’t surprise her if he’d thought their encounter with her list of people to kiss was only a small dream lost among many. Nevertheless, she laughed at his irritation at Snufkin poking holes in him. The important thing was that he knew now.

“Well Joxter, I’ve got, oh, a few people I owe a kiss to. YOU especially. The reason why you’re first is because you’re the only one on Snufkin’s list, and we oughta knock out two birds with one stone, don’t you think?” Her hands rested behind her back as she bowed to Snufkin, still metaphorically waving that single slip of a name in his face, whether he cared for it or not.

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   Brows draw over his eyes as Joxter insists against forgetting, when it’s clear     he did. But, true to form, Snufkin isn’t going to bother too much with the effort     of proving the other man wrong when he already is. And even if he hadn’t     remembered, My’s determination to go along with this would be enough     motivation for him to fake it.

    When she brings attention back to the topic of kisses and looking at him with     an air of expectation, he finds his mouth setting with annoyance. He still had     absolutely no intentions of going through with the request, but he does want     answers to why. Whether he likes them or not, part of him demands it. If just     because he knows there won’t be any choice in telling him and neither he or     his father like sharing their reasonings. It was simply theirs, and part of him     finds delight in making the other mumrik uncomfortable.

    “I don’t have a reason to kiss you, but why ever would you ask for one?”

The Joxter nods as Little My speaks, paying more attention to her than Snufkin for a moment. “That’s sound logic, Little My. Far be it from me, to argue with the route that efficient.” He was more prone to saving things that were the most work for last, but he knew that most other people didn’t see things the way that he saw them. He may be contrary, but trying to change people’s minds about anything but him was simply far too much work.

But, the older Mumrik can’t help but grin at the question Snufkin poses when he speaks. While typically his reasons were his own and he’d not share them unless he absolutely had to, he thinks that this is something of an exception, if only due to the simplicity of said reasoning. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, clawed fingers picking at the lint they found there, and rocks back on his heels for a moment. And with his small, smug grin on his face, he says, quite simply,

“Because you won’t do it.”

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    Little my suppressed a laugh when she heard the THWACK of shell against body. Her paws burying her grin and silently implied cackles, she knew he was up there.

“WELL IT’S ABOUT TIME!” she called up at the disgruntled face glowering down at them.

“Don’t you remember? You made a request for the both of us!” she waved a hand over at her companion, grumpy-gus number two. “I promised you kisses, didn’t I?” of course she did.

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  He’s long since shoved his hands back into his pockets, firmly adopting a look    of equal grumpiness at the other man. But, for the time being, he’s going to let    My speak. And then he’ll demand his answers. For the moment, he’ll just be    pleased about the fact he got to interrupt his nap.

   “… I don’t think he does, My.”

   As if he wouldn’t be quick on taking advantage of the older man’s habit of forgetting    things. If just spurred further by even more resentment to urge him to point it out,    when with anyone else he’d be less likely to even bother.

At the other Mumrik’s words, Joxter immediately started wracking his brain for anything that would match up to what Little My was saying from the Pre-Nap era of his memory. It wasn’t unusual for him to temporarily forget things during the process of a nap, if only because he didn’t bother to think about them. 

“I do so.” And he did, he remembered pretty clearly after that second of thought having signed up for Little My’s kisses, figuring it a harmless part of some game she was playing. For a similar reason, he signed up for Snufkin kisses, though a small part of that was an amusement at being the only one to have signed up for them when he did. He just frankly didn’t think that Snufkin was going to do it. Color him surprised.

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::『♬』learn тo вe lonely ::

   It took extraordinary stubbornness to withstand the volume of Little My’s voice,     something Snufkin had a fair amount of experience with attempting. And he’d     yet to succeed, so it truly was a feat that a annoyed expression hadn’t come     over the side of the rock at the two of them yet.

     It doesn’t take much thought for him to put together what his sister is implying,      brown eyes resting on the shell in her hands. A beat of silence passes between      them, his hand reaching out to take the shell that feels a bit smaller in his grasp      than hers.

     “Possibly.”

     He’s well aware that, logically, he shouldn’t be formulating the idea he is coming up      with. And it’d be a far better option to just set it aside and hoist My onto the rock for      a better proximity for yelling the other man awake. Yet, with a bitterness making itself      known in the firm line of his mouth; he winds back with one hand and pitches the angle      of the shell. And there’s a tiny bit of satisfaction when the sound that follows is a dull      sound instead of the ping of the stone.

The shell hits him square in the face, and though he’d managed to ignore the shouting, he can’t ignore that. His eyes squeeze tighter shut for a moment and he shakes his head, ushering the sleep from his mind properly with a noisy, noisy yawn.

Its likely a long moment for those waiting, as Joxter stretches out to shake the sleep from his bones, bracing himself against the rock to pop his back before he sat up, feeling to place his hat back on his head with a humph. What ever could little My want from him that warrented throwing a... Rock? No, wait, that was one of the shells he’d spent the morning collecting. Bet she’d ruined the neat little pile he’d stacked them into as well.

And there’s that annoyed expression over the side of the rock, and the rest of him is soon to follow, sliding down the sloped side of the boulder and to the ground. “Well, I’m up then. What dues are there to be paid?”

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    Yes Little My is failing to stifle a laugh, her grin giving him no comfort or support. She was obviously amused by this. But, that’s the thing about being aware of one’s middle-ground status between two individuals, she needed to appeal to her brother’s good side at least enough to help him comply.

“Aw it’s not so bad just one little peck! See? I got him too!” Except the difference was she didn’t see the Joxter as horrible and grotesque as Snufkin did. Still, she saw how badly Snufkin was feeling and gently took his hand in her claws.

“Come on, I’ll even go with you to settle my own end,” and be a witness.

::『♬』learn тo вe lonely ::

   His lips press into a thin line, if just to avoid baring his teeth at the mention of     a peck, when he’d much rather deck the man in question. But, he manages a     faint exhale when she takes his hand in her own smaller ones. Granted, it doesn’t     make him any more thrilled to go and he’s certain she knows that.

    “I don’t see why I should.”

    But, all the same, he doesn’t exactly oppose accompanying her for her own little     game. He can always leave should he feel compelled and she certainly wouldn’t     judge him for it. Drawing his hand away from her grasp slowly, he shoves them     both into his pockets and gives a petulant huff.

    “… Why did he ask?”

    A touch of annoyance hits his tone, but at least now he finds he has a reason to go     with her. If just to demand an explanation.

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The Joxter, for all that he’s signed up for kisses, is doing something very typical of him. Something that won’t readily contribute to the gathering of any kisses. Or anything else, for that matter. He’s found himself a sunny spot on a large rock near the beach, and is, well... Napping.

He’d spent a good portion of the morning earlier exploring part of the beach, and felt he’d earned himself a little nap, what with the sea shells he’d found. They were a primarily pink and blue bunch, and stacked neatly not far from where he’d settled down, acting as the only indication that there may have been someone atop the rock they sat at the base of.

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Leans in "Joxter~" My's lashes bat cutely, "tell everyone about life with me when I was born."

The Joxter lets his head loll to the side, claws lazily scratching under his chin as he contemplates his answer for a moment. “About life with you when you were born? Life with Little My the Hellion? Littlest and most rambunctious of The Mymble’s children?” 

He grins, claws pausing in their scratching and hand dropping as the lazy tomcat answers properly. “You were somethin, alright. Liked climbing all over me when I was napping, pullin hair, and whiskers, and on ears. Or wiggling your way under my hat and stealing it. You didn’t like being told what to do, or what to eat, you’ve never have been any less than an ornery thing for how small you are.” Sharp teeth show more obviously when his grin widens, and his ears give a minor wiggle. “I always did like that about you.”

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HELP

PLEASE HELP MY WIFE WONT STOP TOUCHING MY BOOTY

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Ask my muse any questions you want about the people in their lives

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Headcanon: The Cat-Sidhe

Most often the Joxter is identified as a Mumrik, the male alternative to Mymbles. This isn’t false as his family tree mostly consists of Mymbles and Mumriks and so he does carry that gene.

However, what is least well-known about him is he also Cat-Sidhe from his mother’s side. Though he isn’t a witch and can not turn into a full-blown cat, the Joxter expresses his feline traits through behavior, physical traits and tendencies. He’s not the cuddly sort, more like a street cat picky on trust.

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Journal Gazette, Mattoon, Illinois, October 13, 1924

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It was perfect that Joxter was taking one of his mid-day snoozes, perfect for My to lay out his Father's Day gift. While he may not consider himself a papa to her, My at least thought he was present enough in her life to say he was "good enough". Well, good enough for her to carefully place flowers all over his sleeping body just to see how many she can get on him before he wakes up. She wonders if he'll even wake up today? Oh well, should she get bored of her game, he served as a decent pillow.

Joxter is sound asleep, stretched out on his back in the sun  with his hat over his face. So its needless to say that she gets a good number of flowers on him before he even considers wakes up. And its with a half assed stretch and a big yawn when he does, an arm moving from its flowery prison so that he could free himself from Hat Town. 

Now, he’d felt something move when he did, something small and light, and many in number, and he was curious as to what it was. So Imagine his surprise when he spots Little My and dozens of flowers laying across him. Was it a silly prank? A game? Was today something special? It wasn’t his birthday, that was for certain.

“Well, good afternoon, My. This is quite a lot of flowers, did you do that?”

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Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

Be it yours or mine.

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    “Who the heck is THAT?” My asked to no one in particular, simply because she was riding solo this afternoon on her adventure to Lonely Mountains. From her distance, she thought it might have been Snufkin having a nap by a tree, but that wouldn’t make sense! She’d seen him out by his camp when she passed by, there was no way he’d gotten here before her. And besides, she couldn’t help but point out the stark shade of red capping his cranium, not the usual green!

    With that idea shot down, My was more than curious, she HAD to see this mysterious new person in the mountains. It was best not to wake them up yet, as they probably wouldn’t let her get as close as she wanted to be, so she quietly tip-toed to the sleeping individual. ‘Funny’, she thought as she noticed just how he was laying, ‘he sleeps like a cat!’ A snicker threatened to escape but was quickly stifled with a quick paw.

    It didn’t take long, however, for everything to click! Of course! Those colors, the sleeping, the position. My stopped herself from shouting, for she had a better way of getting the bum’s attention.

    From her distance, she was able to get a running start and at the right distance–SHE POUNCED!

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The Joxter was quite enjoying his nap, it was dreamless, but restful, and would do a good job in storing up some energy for the walk to moominhouse. It wasn’t too long a walk, but as he’d been walking for quite a while before hand, he didn’t think it would hurt. Best not to show up just to nap on their couch, after all. It was never hard for him to fall asleep, no matter the place, and a shady on a rather warm day was a quite the wonderful place to nap, aiding in the speed with which he fell asleep.

But, it proved to be another matter entirely to go unnoticed enough to stay asleep.

His awakening is quite rude, blue eyes snapping open as he grunt, the air escaping him in a huff. It wasn’t that the person was particularly heavy, but they’d certainly land with enough force to get his attention. He grumbles for a moment, hat falling off his head as he roll onto his side and made quite the show of  stretching out in a fluid motion, back arched and both arms and legs extend in front of him. He was going to stretch nice and proper before he even considered getting up.

“Who’s done that, then?” He hasn’t looked back just yet, and there’s sleep in his gruff voice, every thing about him implying he didn’t intend to extend much more effort than was really required in finding out. He’d have an answer eventually, no one put that much effort into waking him up and didn’t stick around to tell him why.