#Mumintrollet

[fuzzyfeltmemories]

AU posting but its vague enough to be a regular post

[vargdottern]

i don't dislike moomintroll and snorkmaiden's relationship because it gets in the way of snufmin. i dislike it because every conversation they have feels stilted and awkward. i dislike it because moomintroll so obviously cares more for snufkin than for snorkmaiden which leads to neither of them getting what they need out of their relationship. i dislike it because it feels like they're just together because they're the main boy and girl in the story. i dislike it because they could have just been good friends but they were forced into a relationship with no chemistry instead

[hannahlockillustration]

Daydreaming Moomintroll.

[braindos]

some quick sketches :-]

Happy spring to those of you who celebrate

[mumriksworld]

The two loverboys♡

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[kelpermoosee]

“Summers flew on the wings of fall

Simple life and world so small

(Say I haven’t lost it all)” -🎶

[crowsontheloose]

Kisses from the boyfriend, anyone?

[starlitfrenzy]

Redrew one of my favorite panels :)

[craiorub]

re-reading the moomin comic strips, this is great

[shyblacksheep]

[springdove]

Havent been too happy with my art which is why I haven't posted anything lately :') here's some snufmin to warm the heart though!

[soldrawzz]

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!! I scribbled down these sappy lil whumpy doots MONTHS ago (we talkin' before summer, y'all) and I never really did much with them afterwards. I know I had a story laid out for them at some point in the past but time and life got away from me. New fandoms sprung up and my interest in completing this comic waned. LUCKILY, I did manage to remember the briefest bit of the original story and I was able to scrounge it together for ur reading pleasure just below the cut. So if you're here for a little whimsical whumpy hurt/comfort, Moomin Valley style, YA COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE. Enjoy.

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The miniature grandfather clock tick tick ticked away at the far end of the room, but Moomin didn't hear it. The rustling of leaves just outside the guest window motioned to him in an effort to tempt Moomin away from his long vigil, but to no avail. The cloudy greys of the early morning sky painted a dismal picture as the valley held it's collective breath. Something was not right and it felt it, all felt it.

Velvet ears locked in alert, listened closely to every soft, heart wrenching gasp. With a sigh of his own Moomin reached for a small hand peaking out from under the quilt. He held it delicately in his own, the skin cold and frail after a distressing night. Too long had he sat fighting back the tears, the anxiety, the terrifying realization that time may not, in fact, heal all. He remained steadfast in his resolve, despite it all. He would not leave this seat until he was sure Snufkin would recover. But with each passing minute that resolve cracked and chipped, his tired eyes betrayed his waning optimism and as the clock chimed 5 and the muddied light of a hidden sun crept over the valley, the exhaustion finally wrung a small whine, a tear finally fell and Moomin lay his head into his arm. 'Oh, dear, dear Snufkin..... please wake up.' He whispered into the quilt. An silent moment passed and something shuffled the blankets, the bed twitched ever so slightly beneath Moomin's weight and a voice, dry, quizzical, barely above a whisper, silenced the tick tick ticking.... 'M-moomin?' Moomin bolted upward just as Snufkin's eyes opened, surveying his surroundings before slowly turning towards him with a sleepy blink. He sucked in a long, deep breath, the deepest in days, and exhaled a raspy 'hullo...' Moomin squeezed the little hand as warmth returned to Snufkin's finger tips, and the tears flowed down anew. 'Hullo yourself!' He squeaked and laughed as pink and yellow light broke through the window glass and the birds set forth on their morning flights, a collective sigh releasing across the valley all at once, whistling a familiar tune now that the clouds began to part and the sun stirred the world to wakefulness. The stream babbled and chuckled and splashed against the old bridge in response to the mirth that flowed back into the once somber Moominhouse: 'It'll be okay,' it sang, 'it'll be okay...

[nettabluesworld]

[amethysts-angel214]

Pride month? Why not

Update: I may have found the original image for this

[itsmedrawpower]

Skiing part 1

Been reading Moominland Midwinter lately

[mumriksworld]

A happy Snufkin 😊

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