#ahh Joxter

[nestedfeathers]

your my dad! dad! boogiwoogiwoogi.

[skruttet]

“Hodgkins and I worked, and the Joxter just chilled out.”

[boorishbint]

‘It’s not as important as Snufkin,’ Moomin replies at once and the hot air between them snuffs out. It gets so quiet, Moomin can hear the wood of the house groaning and he realises he’s gone and said something he truly shouldn’t have.

‘Nothing ever is, is it?’ Snorkmaiden says, very quiet which isn’t like her at all.

[monstersandmaw]

That father making an outfit for his son post are Joxter (father) and Snufkin (son) from Moomin. Highly recommended checking it out if you haven't already!

Ahh ok. I know of the Moomins but evidently not much!! Thanks :)

[skruttet]

also this calendar has a little board game in it and hhh look at them all together ;-; i love how they used the illustration of snufkin dancing happily with his mother and father and half-sister hhh

[celestialvexation-arch]

he tried so hard but in the end, it doesn’t even matter (ㆆᴗㆆ)

One of the more annoying changes given to the Park Keepers are the rights to have a weapon upon their persons. It often varies, but the most common had been batons and unfortunately, the keepers are thoroughly trained with them. After having to be struck by that branch, the Joxter is concerned more for his son, in which the Park Keeper let out a curse and he acted quick! The Mumrik’s attention has been diverted and so, he hadn’t reacted in time at the baton connecting with his head. 

“Papa!” Snufkin cried out as he watched his father falling to the ground, hand at his head to quell the throbbing. Briefly dazed, he wouldn’t be able to take in the way his son jumped from the ground and went to tackle the Park Keeper. They tumbled to the ground, both yelling out insults and Snufkin attempting to claw out the keeper’s eyes.  However, because of the young Mumrik’s condition, the minute he felt any brushes against his abdomen, he immediately hisses in shock. Snufkin wrapped his arms around his middle when the keeper brought his foot up at his side.  “Ahh!” The Mumrik kneels on the ground, letting the Park keeper bring himself up to his feet, raising a foot to kick at Snufkin’s chest. The air in his lungs just rushed out of him, a sharp pain from his belly as he fell back onto the ground with a cry.  “Both of you trespassed and you’re here full of another generation??” A question that ripped through Snufkin as his eyes took in the looming finger with baton raised high. The blow againt his stomach had Snufkin screaming in pain. He tried to curl up to protect his unborn kits but the Hemulen moved so he grounded his foot right into Snufkin’s chest. The young one could only kick his legs in futility, tears cascading down his cheeks as blow after blow lashed onto that specific area. Snufkin began to plead with the Park Keeper but he continued on, nearly blinded with rage from having to deal with this damn pest! Just as he’s about to drive the end of the weapon into his stomach, the Park Keeper suddenly let out a dire shout. Claws had swiped at his back, the sharpest points having to break skin and even muscle. White hot pain shot through the keeper’s body from his back, barely having time to witness the speed of a clawed finger reaching around and piercing right into his eye.  Snufkin barely heard the shriek that erupted from the Park Keeper as his eye is pushed further into his head as he’s dragged to the ground -- the Mumrik wept uncontrollably as he attempted to quell the agonizing cramps flaring at his stomach. He hadn’t heard how the Joxter hissed and snarled in such a devilish manner, claws tearing at the keeper’s face until it is stripped of its flesh to reveal the muscle and fat under it. Upon seeing that the fool is still alive, the older Mumrik opened his mouth and clamped his teeth right at the Hemulen’s throat.  The Joxter is pleased in hearing him gargle on his own blood as he tore at his throat in the messiest way possible; he hadn’t died peacefully nor swiftly. Spitting out the piece of flesh, the Joxter rushed towards his weeping son, widening his eyes upon seeing dark patches of red between his legs. Snufkin turned his brown eyes up at him, features completely under duress and too much in pain to really move all that much.  “Our kits... I-It hurts, papa...”