#need to talk about snufkin so bad

[gloriousmonsters]

watched the moominvalley AND 90s anime takes on the Last Dragon back to back earlier and I'm still so fucked up emotionally

[fizzingwizard]

Five: the one you've been waiting for, about Moomintroll!!

It is so much fun to go on a rescue mission to find Moomintroll. The bittersweet beginning, with Moomintroll sad as Snufkin leaves for the winter, and Snufkin's dread when he returns in spring to havoc and no Moomintroll... mwah. Love it

Goodness Snufkin chill out would ya

Snufkin might love you, Moomin, but that doesn't mean pics of your body gone splat in the mud isn't absolutely getting posted on his Instagram

So in this game Moomintroll is pretty angelic. He doesn't have a bad word to say about anyone. It's nitpicking of me, but yeah, that take isn't for me. I like my hospitable, awkward, endlessly tolerant Moomins with a pinch of spice. Actually it's rather funny because so much of the game characterization seems to pick off the cartoon, but Snufkin and Moomintroll themselves are just so nicey-nice...? At least we spend enough time with Snufkin to hear him take a few digs at the other colorful characters lol.

I MISSED TAKING A CAP OF SNUFKIN FALLING ON HIS ASS that would have been perfect revenge too ugghh

BUT THE PIGGYBAAAACK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

[fizz.exe has stopped working]

Can't get over how cuuuute this is. If the whole game sucked, it would still have been worth it just for this ending haha. Btw I will definitely have a piggyback in a fic some day and this is the inspiration xP

I love how Snufkin's flower-covered hat blends right in with the flower bed when they're hiding teehee

So theme again. When Snufkin hurts his foot, he encourages Moomintroll to go on without him. But Moomintroll says no, we'll go together, hence piggyback. This is my favorite way the theme comes out, and not just because it's cute, but because it involves Moomintroll overtly offering to help and then really helping. Not needing to be coaxed and indulged or endured first. Yes, in the real world there are all types and we all need to get along. But Snufkin accepts nearly all help, talks to everyone kindly (much more kindly than they are to him!), and isn't even wrong when he tells Moomintroll to go on without him - neither does he make a fuss about going together anyway.

So what growth is he supposed to have here? He doesn't decide to not leave in winter anymore (and I certainly wouldn't want him to). The story is like "Snufkin learned something" and it's... that he should keep being friends with the people he's already friends with? Even though he never said he planned on doing otherwise...? Or are we just punishing him for daring to go on loner adventures period? Maybe a cut scene showing him running away from the Fillyjonk or avoiding parties or something would have helped frame things better, but as it is - I fully understand what the story wants to say, I just don't believe it actually says it.

Take this scene. In essence, I don't have a problem with it. But, since when does Snufkin kick people out of Moominvalley? More likely he's the one skedaddling... "But it's the Park Keeper!" So? In Moominsummer Madness he destroys the park but the Park Keeper still is the one with authority, so it's Snufkin who tries to leave. That's minor, though, what bugs me more is this "Moomins tolerate everyone!" bit. Of course it's not bad...! But Moomins definitely do not tolerate everyone and go to lengths to drive certain types away... Including potential romantic threats haha. This isn't a complaint, the game just goes in a different direction than what I prefer when it comes to Moomins. But Moomintroll is a little over the top, that's all I'm saying...

"He just dammed the river without asking and imprisoned all the animals and caused a forest fire... But I'm sure deep down he's a nice guy"

psst fizz it's a game for kids...!

yeah i know it's my blog and I'll bitch if I want to bitch if I want to bitch if I want to

I digress. The point is how cute these two obviously are. Gaaah. The piggyback 💕💕💕 Also Snufkin's little (>m<) face!

[kindestegg]

What do you think of Collie going back to the sky. Because the way I see it, he's either all alone up there (probably not good for a young child) or he's gone back to living with the other collectors/archivists (which is probably also not good), Maybe he has found a guardian up there who aren't like his old siblings, an entire species of people can't all be bad, right?

hmmm... well first of all, i would like to say i personally never was a fan of the whole "collectors are emotionless assholes by default but our colly is ⁂⁕special⁕⁂ so hes different" like THATS SO STUPID!!! AND DEFEATS SO MUCH OF THE PURPOSE OF IT BEING IMPACTFUL HE CHOSE BY HIMSELF TO BE GOOD! i think the collector/archivist species is likely very very complicated and has a very rich history and hierarchy we just will never know abt in canon bc 1. theyre not the focus here and 2. well it kind of. ended. so.

BUT WELL. RIGHT! COLLYS FATE! SO UHM.

well. i have good n i have bad feelings about it.

ill start with the bad: i do wish we had seen more of him in the future timeskip, and that he had gotten a more permanent residence. i thiiink the archives are still intact around the titan skull (dont quote me on it though id need to look again), so, no reason why my future idea couldnt be canon with him living there n repurposing them. i think theres definitely a better solution than just sending him away, he couldve still had his little corner to learn stuff, just closer to the ppl he loves n that DO love him back.

HOWEVER.

heres where the good starts: i think it was actually a good idea for him to not become a noceda or a clawthorne. first of all because there was not enough of a bond between himself n those families to want to adopt him, specially there was a lot of trauma involved that cant be erased with how much he wishes to be good for them now. they still clearly care about each other, but theyre not family, maybe theyll never be, n thats fine. theres also another reason, but going into it would require... me being pretty bold about something thats been nagging on my brain ever since the episode aired, and actually talking about that might devolve into a bigger post in and of itself. i MAY make that post in the future and lose my fear of talking about, but im being cautious for now. all im gonna say about it atm is that if they had made him a noceda or a clawthorne, making him kings sibling, it wouldve made things... very awkward. and bad. so.

i think theres also a pretty fatalistic pessimistic way the fandom seems to be viewing this end: its never stated colly went back to the archivists at all, just "the stars", and its not even immediately after the finale events neither is it permanent- he had to have stayed around at least long enough to make that new portal door, and he visits frequently if king mentioning him being around to do something for luzs bday is any indication (not to mention that book lilith was holding that seemed to be about titans and collectors - i think colly mustve helped with info for that right).

me and the archive house server have actually been discussing this quite a bit, and we have reached the conclusion that the best way to describe this was that they "pulled a snufkin". collector is a space vagabond that travels around once in a while and then eventually always comes back to tell of their spoils to the people he still cares about most. and while that may not be satisfying to people who wanted him to be lovingly adopted into a welcoming family, i think its a good enough fate considering he might not even want a family out of the clawthornes, but rather just to be close to king.

and im sure maybe in the future he might decide to settle again at the isles for a more permanent residence. the future is in OUR hands now! we decide what to do with these characters and their future lives, and ive got a LOT of ideas.

[yehudathesnufkin]

About the Everything that happened on the 21st of Tammuz

No pictures for this day because I try to not be on my phone on Shabbat

When Broby got off from work we were all starving and we ended up demolishing some wings after a brief detour for weed(It was not brief I was dying). We ate and Broby had homework. When she finished we all got stoned in the apartment parking lot. It was very fun! We played board games and card games until we got tired.

I woke up at a normal time ate breakfast and asked The Girlfriend about any good places to sit and watch birds. She said that there was a park nearby with lots of shade. Delightful! She also said that she would make me a tuna sandwich when I get back.

I go to Lorna, my car, and it does not start. It did not even turn over. I have a portable charger with jumpercables attached so I was able to start my car. I drove north for a ways and it still was not charging so I called my dad. My entire family was huddled around the phone as I went through what happened and I ended up at the car parts store.

The big concern was that it was not just my battery that was broken and something else could be wrong. A battery is an easy fix but figuring out what else could be wrong would be much harder. Luckily it was just the battery and I Was able to get a new one installed there. I could have done it myself but I am three states away from the uga duga machine. Very glad that it happened yesterday and not tomorrow when I am trying to leave.

I was so frustrated though that I skipped the park and went back to Broby's house. The Girlfriend had just finished with her flower dissection (she is a scientist) and just had to write up the report before Tuna Sandwich Time! The sandwich was amazing, full of pickles and flavor. I put a slice of cheese on mine. I felt so much better after Sandwich.

After food, I did not want to go out again due to the car frustration so I read and watched her play video games until Broby came home.

It can feel bad when plans to adventure go awry but it is also important to be flexble. Adventures can still happen indoors. I got to talk to Broby's Girlfriend who I met just this Monday. Everyday is an opportunity for adventure one just needs to be creative with what adventure means. Conversations are just as important especially with important strangers.

Safe travels stranger

Yehuda the snufkin

[soggedupfrog]

Just thought I'd let you guys know i have the same personality type as comic snufkin i am winning

[stormy-nights-are-best]

i love your art, it’s so cute!!! also, wouldn’t cat anatomy be actually favourable for trans snufkin? i don’t think you can distinguish male and female cats based on their chests. ok on the other hand, he is humanoid so idk how it would work lol

Oh thank you, I love it when people like my art, it makes me want to make more art. It would definitely be a lot better for Snufkin to have cat anatomy if we're talking about how others would see him, but as @lokiitama pointed out (and very well), having thrice the binding human anatomy needs also makes breathing thrice as diificult. Not just breathing, eating and refreshing too.

Others would never suspect a thing - even if he didn't bind - because he would have his chest nicely camouflaged as an humanoid creature with cat anatomy. Snufkin would be the only one aware of everything going on along his chest and abdomen, so if he binded, it would be to make himself comfortable while looking at his own body.

But binding your chest is bad enough already, I imagine binding your whole trunk might be even worse. Snufkin wouldn't be able to take a full deep breath or eat much of anything with incorrect binding.

[rainieclown]

DEADLY OBSESSION

michael myers x reader - chapter one: new neighbours

you've been in the haddonfield memorial hospital for what felt like forever with ptsd from a robbery gone wrong when a new patient gets thrown in next to you. he's quiet, perfect company if it weren't for the high security around him.

tags: medication, hospital settings, this is before michael gets out of the hospital, orphan! reader btw, it's spoken about more in detail in the fic, michael being a mute for a while, he does speak in this tho, smut, first times, michael being inexperienced, creampie, biting/marking, big dick michael energy, hymen ripping btw

warnings: ptsd themes, therapy, mentions of murder and depression, eventual smut, loss of virginity, mild blood, slight breeding kink on michael's end

a quick note!

if anything related to the ptsd the reader experiences is incorrect/wrong please let me know so i can correct it and learn! i am researching this so i can to write it with the accuracy it deserves<3

three sharp knocks wake you from your nightmare, you sigh at the sight of the ceiling of your hospital room. bland, the room is so incredibly bland. "y/n, medication time!" the nurse that takes main care for you chirps happily through the door, and you let out a wheeze as you sit up and pull on a shirt. "coming." you say, voice monotone and small. opening the door, you see the nurse with a tray, but what does capture your eye is the guards standing by a door nearby. "miss burnham, what's going on there?" you quirk a brow, taking your sertraline from miss burnham as well as the glass of water. "oh it's just a new patient, don't worry." the nurse brushes your question off with a kind smile as she takes the now empty glass back. "come on, breakfast then art therapy!" she beams, gesturing for you to follow her. you glance at the door again, before leaving with miss burnham.

breakfast is bland too, no sugar in the porridge, no fruit, no juice. it's so distastefully bland that you want to push it away but you don't want to get told off for not eating by mrs finch who was the more strict nurse that worked on supervision in the more social places, most of the time anyway. miss burnham sits across from you, reading over your schedule from her clipboard. "so, after art therapy is your free period, what do you want to do then?" she asks, looking up at you. "can we watch a movie with the others?" you ask softly, and miss burnham's eyes brighten. "you want to socialise today?" she beams and you sigh, taking a sip of water. "sure." you say softly, glancing around the cafeteria. "that's amazing, that will make outstanding progress!" she smiles, resting her cold hand on yours but pulls away when you flinch. "sorry, i forget." she says softly, but you sigh. "it's alright." you say, spotting a scruffy teen who looked to be the same age as you being directed to an empty table.

miss burnham hums and turns to see what you're looking at. "oh, that's mr myers, he's your new neighbour." she says when she turns back to you. "he looks interesting." you say, observing the cuffs on his wrist. myers plops down at the table, ignoring the bowl they put in front of him. "hmm, stay away from him. he seems to be under high security." miss burnham says, turning back to look at myers. the boy's eyes flicker to yours and your breath hitches, a sense of mild panic rising in your throat. "if you're done, we can go to the yellow room to do some painting with doctor piers." burnham says softly, pulling your attention back to her. "sure.." you mumble, and follow her out the door, past myers who watches you the whole way.

doctor piers is a happy man who greets you loudly. you don't like his suffocating energy, so miss burnham sits you down in your quiet corner and gives you your sketchbook. you sit quietly and draw things from your childhood, things that make you happy, all while miss burnham actually colours in a colouring page with the pencils you use. you felt peaceful with her by your side, she was like your big sister considering she was close to your age. "ooh, i like him." miss burnham smiles, tapping her nail next to the rough sketch of snufkin from the moomins. "thanks..." you reply quietly, letting the nurse push the pencils to you so you can colour him in.

for once, you don't feel alone... don't feel isolated with your thoughts and bad memories. miss burnham is your safe place, your new family. "so, y/n. are you interested in anyone in particular that you want to befriend?" miss burnham asks, the scratching of her pencil on paper stopping as she leans forward as if the two of you were gossiping about crushes. "not really... just think it's good to try and ease myself back into being around people other than you." you shrug, putting the green pencil down to pick up a yellow one. "that's still good. do you want to try and finish the drawing of him." she asks, flipping the page carefully to the recreation of that fateful night. your breath hitches as you stare at the charcoal drawing of the man standing over your mother. "what else do you remember, if there's anything else?" burnham asks, watching you carefully.

it comes back in waves, it was supposed to be a robbery, your family was in the wrong place at the wrong time, the blood spatter, the ornament that was used as a weapon dripping with the red substance. tears fill your eyes as you let out a shuddery breath. "no." you say firmly, wanting to push the book away. "are you sure, you haven't drawn any facial features for him.. it will help the investigation a lot." your nurse reminds you, and your hand tightens on the pencil. "i don't want to!" you snap, getting up abruptly, chair screeching back. "okay, okay. deep breaths." burnham stands too, fighting the urge to gently rub your arm soothingly. "i don't want to think about it." you hiss, storming off. nurse burnham calls after you, and doctor piers looks up to see you making a run for it. "y/n, wait!" he tries, but you swerve him and run out the door.

nurse burnham can't keep up in her high heels, and you outrun her easily, making your way to your room after losing her. you're alone again, and you catch sight of myers, sat in his room just as alone as you are. the guard is talking to doctor loomis, a man who gives you the creeps. seeing an opportunity to get past, you slip into your room quickly, once again isolating yourself. in his own room, michael had spotted you through the glass on his door, and he walks up, peering into your room as best he can. "hey! back up, myers." the guard bangs his door, now without loomis's presence, but michael doesn't move. he's unfazed by the guard's aggressive nature. the noise spooked you, you looked like a deer in headlights as you stare back at him.

you seem... disturbed by something, and that upsets michael. the feeling in his chest, to grab you and hide you from the world grows at the look in your eye. michael's hand finds the door, and he yoinks it open once the guard unlocked it in an attempt to push him back into his cell. "hey! what're you-?" he cuts the guard off, knocking the man out easily. his body hits the floor as michael opens your door easily. you gasp, back hitting the corner of your wall as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. "please, don't hurt me! i didn't do anything!" you yell, and michael shakes his head as he closes your door. "leave me alone." you repeat the three words like a prayer, voice quieter as your hands grip your hair with stress. "i'm not going to hurt you." michael rasps painfully, shocked at how deep his voice had gotten in comparison to the last time he spoke.

his words don't seem to get through to you, and he grows mildly annoyed. eventually, michael sits next to you and pulls you into a tight hug, hoping it would help as he had no idea what to do. you yelp in surprise, breathing slowing with confusion as you look up at the brunette with furrowed brows. "i-.. what..?" you stumble for words, but michael doesn't say anything, his empty eyes observing you. "thank you..." you mumble, once you calm down, and michael nods. "what's your name..?" you ask quietly, and michael continues to stare before answering.

"michael." he rasps, pointing at himself. "nice to meet you, michael. i'm y/n." you reply, eyes averting from his anxiously. michael sits with you as you start thinking. more intrusive thoughts break in, and you can't help the small whimper that escapes you as you rub your forehead. michael tilts his head, observing you. "sorry... it's just..." you sigh trying to find an explanation that didn't include what you thought of. "do you ever get intrusive thoughts?" you ask, finally looking at michael. the other teen nods, and you deflate with relief, he'd understand you. "they suck, don't they?" you chuckle half-heartedly, and michael shrugs. "oh, do they not bother you as much?"

he doesn't reply, and you nod slightly. "want me to show you around? i need to take my mind of things." you suggest, getting up and looking at the boy on your floor. michael seems to think for a moment before nodding and following you. you step over the guard carefully, and gesture for michael to follow you. the click-clacking of heels makes you grab the other teen's hand as you pull him around a corner. "shh! they'll be looking for me." you can't help but smile at the make-shift game of cat and mouse. it's been a while since you got to play games. michael blinks at you, letting you lead him around. "this is the rec room, it's the best room here. if you have a free period this is the best place to go. they let you watch anything they have." you smile, creaking the door open carefully.

doctor addison spots you and rushes over. "nurse burnham is looking for you." he whisper yells and you nod. "i'm showing the new guy around so shh!" you say, putting a finger up to your mouth. "it's good to see you getting out of your comfort zone. if i see her i'll tell her you're helping doctor loomis." he winks, and you smile slightly. "thanks addison." you say, pulling michael away from the room. "who's that?" michael's deep voice makes you jump. "oh, doctor addison? he's so cool, he'll give you snacks for after hours." you smile up at him, and michael notes the personality of the doctor. easy target to begin with. "you've seen the cafeteria so let's go to the gardens next." you say, peering around a corner carefully before ducking back, your back bumping into michael's chest. "my nurse is coming, quick, we can hide in here!" you whisper yell, pulling michael into doctor addison's office.

you close the door carefully, and michael observes the room. the decor is very vintage yet comfy, it suits the doctor quite well. you press your ear to the door carefully, listening as miss burnham speaks to doctor addison. you gasp as michael pulls you from the door, hand grasping your wrist. "are you alright?" you ask carefully, looking up at the brunette who didn't seem bothered. he shrugs, simply holding you near to him. your presence stirred something in him, and he didn't know if he should kill you or hold you closer. michael spots a candle stick, and his eyes dart from it to you.

michael lets out a silent breath as he decides on the latter, tugging you into his chest. your breath hitches as you hit his large frame, and your eyes come back to him. craning his head down, michael buries his face into the crook of your neck. you make a small noise, unsure of what to do as he takes in your scent. "uh... michael?" you furrow your brows, hands raised awkwardly as you didn't know where to put them. "shh." he hushes you, hands finding your hips. "what are you-?" your question is cut off by his lips grazing your neck, and it all clicks into place.

your body froze up, michael made a silent note of this. "i- uh.." you stammer as he continues to kiss your neck. "fuck, michael. we shouldn't do this." you say softly, glancing to the door. michael hushes you as his teeth nip your skin, he was testing the waters with you. your knees felt weak as your eyes fluttered shut. it had been so long since you had got to do anything like this, since you got to feel like a teenager. your hand find's michael's fluffy hair as you move his head closer to you.

taking the small success, michael sinks his teeth into your neck fully. the feelings in his chest explode as he finally marks you, suckling the dark bruise onto your skin. you whimper at the feeling, your other hand resting on his chest. eventually, his lips move again, and they find your jaw. you hum, letting him press closer to you as his lips kiss up your your own. when your lips meet, michael's inexperience really shows, he doesn't really know what to do so you take the lead.

eventually, his lips copy your movement as his hands tighten on your hips. you hum into his mouth, fingers gently stroking his scalp as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. it felt right, and you didn't know why. eventually, when michael pulls away, you gaze into his eyes and notice the scar over his right one. "oh, what happened?" you ask, fingertips gently grazing over the scar on his eyes. upon closer look, his iris was paler than the other, and you guessed his vision was poor from the one eye. you're not able to get a closer look as michael kisses you again. you hands cup his face as you melt into him, lips moving against his fluently. michael moves with you, and you gasp as your lower back hits the desk in the room. the other teen's strong hands lift you and plop you down so you're sitting on the hard wood of the table.

your arms wrap around michael's neck to kiss him again, and he's happy that you're slowly beginning to show interest in him. you make a small noise as michael pulls your legs around his waist, standing between them with his pelvis pressing against yours. teasingly, you shuffle your hips against him as you kiss him again. michael growls softly, grinding into you as he grasps your thighs roughly to stop your movements. "i've never done this before." you admit, keeping him close as he hums. "me neither." he shrugs, kissing you again. you feel eased by michael's lack of experience, it felt like the two of you were experimenting together and that comforts you.

eventually, michael's fingers find the waistband of your pants and you whimper as he tugs them down easily. "no underwear?" he chuckles softly, and your cheeks heat up. "some of us don't have that luxury." you mumble, averting his gaze. "it's fine." he shrugs, fingers brushing over your slit. you gasp at the feeling of him spreading you open, and can't help but move your hips against his digits. his middle finger teases your wet hole, and you whine when he collects some of it to bring into his mouth. you feel slightly embarrassed as he suckles your pleasure off his finger with no shame before moving his hand back down to rub his fingers over your slit again.

your smaller hand finds his, and you guide his fingers to your clit with a small moan. catching your meaning, michael's rough fingers start rubbing small circles over your bud. you gasp, back arching into him as his fingertips stimulate you. "fuck, michael!" you whimper, hands grasping his shirt to pull him closer. he hums at your words, moving so his thumb abused your clit whilst his fingers slowly pushed your hole open. you whine as his fingers press into you, your hymen stretching uncomfortably. "michael, please- i need you." you whimper, letting him lay you back on the desk. removing his hand from you, he pulls down his own pants, erection springing free.

you freeze slightly at his size, unsure if he'll fit. michael notes your uneasiness as rubs your outer thighs softly. you smile nervously as his tip rubs against your cunt, your hands grasping his anxiously as he slowly pushes into you. you wail as his cock rips your hymen, and michael smiles as your blood slowly smears his cock. "it hurts!" you whimper, grabbing his arms tightly with discomfort. michael shushes you, and gives you small kisses until you stop whining. once you've settled around the intrusion and your pussy adjusts to his dick, you give him the nod to say that you're ready. michael slowly pushes in so that he's fully sheathed before pulling out half way. you whimper at the feeling, pleasure slowly overtaking the dull pain you still felt.

eventually, michael finds a medium pace in you, smiling as his cock bobs through the skin of your stomach. you whimper, holding michael's arms even tighter as he fucks into you. "oh fuck..!" you yelp as his tip protrudes from your abdomen. "sh." he replies quickly as your back arches off the table. "fuck, michael- oh!" you press your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as he speeds up. eventually, his hand moves and starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. you gasp and keen loudly behind your palm as your thighs tremble around his hips. michael grips the flesh of your outer thighs tightly as he adjusts your legs towards you at an awkward angle. despite the weird position, you moan loudly as his cock pushes deeper into you, his tip kissing your womb.

michael hums at the feeling as his hand gets tired of stimulating you, so as a substitute, he brings his hand down onto your swollen bud harshly. you wail at the sting of his slap, pleasure rolling through your body. taking that as a good sign, michael waits before slapping your clit again harder. unexpectedly, you cum on his cock as you shudder and tremble under him. your cunt squeezes michael's cock tightly, preventing him from moving. the way your gummy walls grip him as you twitch around him is too much, so michael pushes into your womb so his cum filled you up.

you gasp at the feeling of his hot seed spilling into you, and michael seems to be loving it because when you come down from your high and loosen around him slightly, he's fucking his cum into you. you can't help but let out a small noise with every thrust, whimpering when michael stops, satisfied with how deep his cum had gone. your womb drinks up his seed nicely as you let michael grab your hands to pull you up into a sitting position. slumping against him, you nuzzle into his chest, your eyes becoming droopy with exhaustion. he grins at your sated state, pulling your pants up for you. once he is dressed as well, he picks you up carefully to bring you back to your room to rest.

michael ignores the nurses who try to stop him, marching past them as he carries your sleepy form to his room instead. he didn't know much, but he did know that only armed guards as well as doctor loomis were only allowed in his room for safety reasons and it was his best bet of keeping you with him. carefully opening his door, he closes it behind him with his foot and watches as the nurses stand anxiously peering through the window. he puts you down carefully on his bed, letting you settle as he sits down. his eyes find the nurses, one of them had left, probably to get security or doctor loomis. rolling his eyes, michael moves his attention back to you. you had already dozed off, and michael looks down to your stomach. the idea of you being swollen with his child excites him, a true marking. however, his hatred for children conflicts that, and he feels slightly frustrated.

three sharp knocks on the door can be heard, and michael lazily looks back over. doctor loomis is standing there, and he looks furious, but michael will stand his ground for you.

[gas-stxtion]

@modestmuses​ said: 'i need advice' (from snufkin! not allowing you to be mentally ill this time lol)

ask my muses for advice [open]

"Oh, you came to the right place, my man!” Jerry says with a wide, charming smile. “I’m, like, the fucking king of advice. Whatever’s eating you, ol’ Jerry-Bear can get that shit sorted.” He sits up a little from where he’s sitting against the wall of the gas station to better regard the person in front of him.

It’s late in the afternoon, creeping into early evening as the sun just begins to set over the horizon, and right now Jerry is one of two employees on shift. Jack is off today, leaving Jerry and Tony in charge until he comes to take over tomorrow morning. So far, it’s been a pretty slow day, with very few customers rolling in, so Jerry hadn’t felt bad at all about stepping out back behind the dumpster to pop some mushrooms. Tony can take care of the front on his own.

It was at that point that someone approached him, asking for advice.

Perhaps if Jerry wasn’t high right now, he might have pointed out some of the other’s more unusual features, more likely to crack a joke than anything else. As it stands, though, Jerry is, in fact, tripping balls. That fact combined with the general weirdness at the gas station that has, very quickly, become a daily occurrence means that Jerry doesn’t register anything weird or strange about his new acquaintance.

All Jerry cares about is that there’s a cool as hell-looking little dude in a sick-ass hat asking him for advice, and he is going to happily deliver said advice. Sure, Jerry doesn’t remember exactly what the dude asked him about, but he knows exactly what kind of advice to offer anyway and barrels full-steam ahead.

“Alright,” he says seriously, holding up one finger to emphasize his point, “the first thing you need to do is make sure there’s as little as possible that physically ties you to the scene of the crime. I’m talking fingerprints, hair, blood, whatever--you gotta really get in there and make sure shit is fuckin spotless. But not too spotless, ‘cause that’s also a red flag. Pigs are always getting smarter and you should always assume that if they have any reason to suspect you, they will. Your job isn’t to get rid of everything, just to make sure they have as few reasons as they can get.”

He’s still smiling as he speaks, carefree and dopey, as he holds up a second finger. His tone is casual, as though he’s having a conversation with a friend about the weather or the baseball game last weekend.

“Next, make sure you have an airtight alibi,” he says instead of either of those things. “I’m serious--this might seem a bit easier, but trust me, you gotta make sure there’s no holes anywhere in your story. You need people to vouch for you, receipts, timestamps--whatever you can do, get it sorted.”

Not once does it occur to Jerry that this very likely isn’t the kind of advice he was being asked for. Nevertheless, he continues, holding up a third finger.

“Now, disposing of the body itself is a bit harder, but really there’s a lot more room to be creative there, depending on what exactly it is you’re trying to accomplish,” he hums, reaching up to scratch his stubble with his free hand. "If you want them to disappear without a trace, that’s one thing, but if you want the body to be found to send someone a message, that’s a whole ‘nother fuckin’ ballgame, brother.”

[rainydelaneyy]

From a young age Snufkin knew he wasn't a girl, knew that his body wasn't quite right if it made everyone think he was a girl, eventually he couldn't bear it anymore and came crying to Moominmamma. The big moomin held him in her arms, smoothing down his fluffy hair to sooth him and rocking in her chair.

"What is it, my dear? What has you so upset?"

The poor little mymrik's face was all wet from his tears and some of his hair was sticking to his face. He didn't typically show it when he was distressed, but this was super serious to him.

"Oh Moominmamma, I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm not a girl, but you all think that I am! I don't want you to think I'm a girl, I'm a boy Moominmamma! I'm a boy!" He wasn't angry, he was just incredibly upset with the situation. It wasn't a situation the moomin was familiar with, but it didn't seem too difficult to fix. She kissed his forehead and hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, it will definitely help now that you've told me, darling. Why have you never said anything about it?"

Snufkin wiped his eyes and sniffled "I thought maybe everyone would figure it out without me having to say anything. I didn't know I would have to say it."

Moominmamma helped him wipe his tears and took him to wash up his face with a warm wet rag. "Well now that you've told me, the issue will be resolved. I will make sure to tell Pappa, Sniff and Moomin unless you want to tell them yourself. Oh, and was there another name you'd like to be called? I don't think anyone else has the name Snufkin, so I don't think it would affect anybody's view of you."

He shook his head "There's nothing wrong with my name. I like my name." He said, giving Moominmamma a tired smile. She smiled back at him, scooping him up in her arms and going back out to her chair where they were soon joined by Moomin who she scooped up in her other arm.

"Oh hello Moomin, dear. What woke you?" Mamma asked, smiling as the two almost instantly curled up together.

"Snufkin being gone did, mamma. I heard crying and I saw that she was gone and- What's the matter, Snufkin?" The little moomin didn't know what he'd done, but Snufkin suddenly looked very upset again.

"Well, Moomin, he's just told me that he's a boy and we've had it wrong this whole time. I think you may have hurt his feelings just now, dear."

Moomintroll frowned and buried his snout in Snufkin's hair. "Oh Snufkin, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me?" The gesture was reciprocated by Snufkin pressing his face into the moomin's fluffy neck.

"I thought maybe you would figure it out! Or maybe you wouldn't like me anymore if you found out, and I don't want you to not like me anymore."

Moomin pulled back from him, a shocked look on his face. "Why would that change me liking you? You're my favoritest person in the whole world! Nothing will ever ever change that. Especially not you being a boy." He laughed, rubbing his nose against Snufkin's.

As time went on, things got better, everyone was fairly good about things. Even Moominpappa, who was fairly stubborn and ignorant about everything, got used to it eventually. But then things got bad again as his body and voice started to change. Strangers would call him a girl even more often, and he couldn't stand it. In a fit of rage, he cut off his back length curly hair down to where it barely passed his ears. He thought he'd regret it later, but he actually had grown quite fond of it. He'd also started wearing baggier clothes, but he didn't know what to do beyond that.

On one of their adventures they met Snorkmaiden, who Snufkin was quite silently jealous of at first, as Moomin would often go out of his way to impress her, but one day the two of them ended up being the only ones awake so Snufkin settled for playing with her. She wasn't actually all that bad when Moomin wasn't around flirting with her. Suddenly she seemed upset and started anxiously fiddling with the end of her tail.

"Snufkin, do you think they've noticed that I'm not..that I don't have the right body?"

Snufkin was confused.

"What do you mean?"

She tilted her head at him "I'm like you! Well, except the other way. I'm a girl, but people don't understand that I'm a girl because I don't look enough like a girl snork, or sound enough like one. I've been seeing this nice lady that helps me with it, but sometimes I'm worried it won't be enough."

Snufkin hadn't even noticed anything off, but he also didn't know snork anatomy or assume anything about anyone. He felt comforted by her confiding in him with this information though. "Even if they have noticed, I don't think it matters to them. They like you no matter the body mix-up." He said, making her laugh and smile. She relaxed again and laid back in the flowers, turning her head to look at him.

"You know, I thought you didn't like me. You always seem upset when I'm around."

Snufkin blushed and looked away. Gods this was embarrassing.

"Well- It's- I- Okay. It's just..Moomintroll is always so..show offey in front of you. I don't know why it makes me so upset, but it's like I'm not his favorite person anymore! I guess that's fine if that's how he feels but.." He sighed, his ears drooping. The snorkmaiden gave him a sympathetic look, looking away for a moment before looking back at him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize...I didn't realize that you were in love with him."

Snufkin turned to look at her so fast he nearly fell. His face was burning red. He hadn't realized it until this moment but she was absolutely right. He was in love with him. He let himself collapse against the wildflowers and clutch the chest of his shirt with his paw.

"Oh goodness I'm in love with him…"

Snorkmaiden looked very confused. "You mean you didn't know you were in love with him?"

Snufkin shook his head "I guess I never really thought about it that hard before...But um, it's okay if he loves you. It may be better even. I know how hard it is on him when I leave, it would only be worse if he loved me."

Years passed and feelings only grew, but he said nothing of them to Moomintroll. Not even when he came in so fast for an embrace he nearly knocked Snufkin over on his first day back that Spring. He was so excited to see them he'd almost forgotten to show them something very important. He waited for the perfect moment at dinner that night to reveal his fresh pair of scars right under his pectorals, and how smooth it was now compared to the lumps that had laid there before.

Everyone was very happy for him and that only made his heart more full, but he still didn't say anything about his feelings. Not even when he and Moomin laid together in his tent that night and the moomintroll traced his scars with his soft furry fingers. Not even when he could have sworn he saw Moomin think about leaning in for a kiss but look away before anything could happen. Not even when the furry beast held him as they went to sleep, or when he was reluctant to part with him in the morning.

He couldn't. It wasn't even just for Moomintroll's sake now, it was for his own too. He could never have the alone time he desired if he desired his dear friend so much more. He hoped one day it would just go away so that they could live on with their lives without the heartache.

Even more time passed, and today he was sure it was the day he had to let go, but his feelings were stronger than ever, making things a bit difficult. It didn't matter though. Moomin had gone and Snufkin didn't know where to, and he must not have cared if he hadn't left a note, so he supposed he was leaving Moominvalley for good this time. But as he finally started to go, Toffle called him over from the coastline about a boat approaching and the sprint he broke into was involuntary.

At first he didn't see what Toffle was talking about and was fairly disappointed, but sure enough, there it was. The Adventure in all her glory, with a singular Moomin aboard and Snufkin knew it was him. He dropped his bag and hat on the grass and ran out to meet him as soon as he was docked, tears forming in his eyes. He gasped and laughed as the moomintroll picked him up and spun him around a few times, causing them to nearly lose balance when he set him back down.

"I'm so sorry I didn't say anything, I didn't know where you were or if I'd see you again before you left, and I was so focused on trying to make Snorkmaiden happy that I totally forgot to write you a note and-" Moomin was cut off by Snufkin suddenly bursting into tears, which was definitely not something he did unless it was a super big deal. "Oh no don't cry-"

"I thought I was never going to see you again! I didn't even know where to look for you and- I thought I was never going to have a chance to tell you that I love you and I would travel alone for the rest of my days."

Moomin held his face in his paws and blushed "Oh I'm so so sorry! I promise I'll never make you feel so helpless again for as long as I'm alive. Oh Snufkin, I've loved you forever, how could you not know that?" He crooned, his tail sticking straight up when his friend kissed him, but it was almost instantly reciprocated. This was it. The moment their lives this far had been leading up to. From that day on there would be no more silent tension, they would finally get to fully enjoy each other's company without overthinking about how the other may not feel the same way, because they knew. From now on, things would be just perfect.

(Or would they? Because perfect doesn't exist and every relationship has conflict even if it's just friendly arguments over silky things, but they're happy. I need to write my whole au and actually develop the story more, but it will exist eventually. Also this took like a minute to write please appreciate it. Also mymrik is my word for the hybrid that he is and either Jox or Mymble named him idk but he had a note with him that was just his name. Not canon, just canon in my stories.)

[cup-of-wine-glass-of-tea]

Sylvie Girl

Status : in development (this is just a conceptualization draft.

Snufkin sighed for the thirtieth time in the past two hours.

He doesn't want to be rude, and he really loves his family very much, but one can only stand the complaining from one's sister about her former ex boyfriend for so long.

And he didn't Even remember our three week anniversary!!- said mymble

Mhm - replied snufkin with a tired voice.

And, and, did You know that he doesn't like chocolate?! Who doesn't like chocolate!!! - 

Awful- said snufkin

Yes I know!!!,*sigh*, I've should have known that we weren't meant to be - said mymble in a sad tone - Our souls are two different puzzle pieces,  that no force can make them fit together - 

Such shame - responded snufkin in the same boring tone, eyes fixed into his fishing rod

You know - continued mymble - perhaps i'm falling for the wrong type of guy - 

Yeah perhaps - 

Oh, but where does one find that strong, kind, and not afraid to cry man? - said mymble standing up and posing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic manner - who is sweet, and gentle, and knows to listen and it's romantic and affectionate and….

Yeah, where?? - snufkin can only roll his eyes, discreetly under  the shadow cast by his hat - agh I just want to fish - thought snufkin, ignoring completely the rant of his sister - I feel Bad for her, but it's not like I can do something about it, I just wish she'd just finish venting so I can give her a feel better hug, tell her that everything it's going to be fine, that I love her aaand...finally  leaving me alone. 

Sighing again, snufkin continued his attempt at fishing while his sister kept talking.

 

And he needs to be polite,and handsome and - CHOP!! CHOP!! CHOP!!

Mymbles list was interrupted by the sound of someone cutting wood.

Turning, she saw moomin chopping down a tree for what looked to be a chair with a broken leg.

Moomintroll recently took a liking for carpentry, and he can be often seen repairing broken furniture from moominhouse, or from around the neighborhood

From this spot, where snufkin has been fishing ever since moomin started fixing and making furniture, she can conveniently see how moomin bends to pick the fallen branch and carries it with ease back to his work station.

Moomin sure it's strong - thought mymble- and he is Nice, and knows how to listen, and he is romantic - she remembers how Moomin used to spoil Snork Maiden when the two dated.

Mymble turned to see snufkin, who was reeling his fish line to unhook the fish he just caught.

Sitting again, she watched her brother taking the fish with his paw and said- Do you think moomintroll is handsome??

SPLASH!! - the fish slipped from snufkin's paws and fell again into the water

[flowerbloom-arts]

@0toomuchflaws Oh dear fellow Tumblr user, you are asking for a sizzling hot take that'll make people very much uncomfortable but I'll keep it short for the sake of... Clarity and brevity.

But in short, I like canon Joxter, he is a soft round man and being a recent cat owner I see alot of my cat within Joxter, but he also a man of little worry but actual care especially towards Muddler for some reason (cough cough), other than that he's been so thoroughly explored by everyone else that I don't quite feel as attached to him as many others do. You might say I like him a little less than the next guy.

[Continue reading for the hottest take on fanon Joxter you've ever read on this website, I'm just warning you because I don't want you to feel bad for liking Joxter but I really need to get my less than stellar feelings off my chest]

Fanon Joxter, oh boy, in my opinion people would make him too important, edgy or... Cat. Or atleast stereotypical trouble cat. I'm going to avoid alot of topics when it comes to fan interpretation incase that would make me the pot calling the kettle black (when it comes to how I myself treat the Muddler as opposed to how others treat the Joxter) but simply put that I think people easily make him too much of a big deal in the main characters' lives, they "protagonise" him, they turn him into the Onceler when he's supposed to be a Sans (but also people kinda made Sans a Onceler? I'm just talking about canon Sans the Skeleton, though). And on the flip side we get the Joxter who is overly troublesome and comedic, someone who is based on the stereotype of a cat and for all intents and purposes is a cat rather than also a humanoid person with a regular moral compass that leans toward anarchistic tendencies. And none of those interpretations represent his actual body shape, making him a skinny Onceler rather than a short round Sans with a dump in the trunk.

It's gotten to the point where I get irrationally annoyed whenever Joxter headcanons or discussions pop up in my Tumblr dash, and it really sucks for me because I want to like Joxter as much as the next guy but he feels so far removed and main characterized that I can't help but feel the eyebags under my eyes whenever the mere mention of his name is brought up randomly. Hell, people call him a mumrik rather than a joxter when Joxter is supposed to be a species name in and of itself and that bugs me alot. People project Joxter and Snufkin onto eachother so much like an echo that they become 2 different fusions of the characters rather than their own individuals that happen to have a blood relation and Mymble's personality gets completely left out of the picture unless it comes to Snufkin with kids.

But that's just me as someone who got cursed with being interested in the less popular characters that haven't been explored or dismissed as something they aren't or just plain left behind. I get that the cat person is easy to project onto and easily some kind of personality goal they want to achieve but sometimes overexposure is exhausting and I'm left being the only person left of the fandom who understands a ratdog as being actually traumatized rather than just anxious and wanting to explore that and then hug him afterwards, or as the only person left in the fandom who realizes Hodgkins has a real mysterious backstory, or that Inspector is an actual nice cop and not a vessel to put ACAB stereotypes into (his nephew [whose name is Henry by the way] and the jailer hemulen from Moominsummer Madness are for that if you really need any, but oh wait, you either didn't know or forgot they existed, didn't you?)

Anyway that's my sizzling hot take on Mr. Joxter, I'll continue to ship him with Muddler because the thought of a romantic relationship between them makes me warm and soft.

[studyingmoominvalley]

my analysis of Moominvalley (2019)'s season one soundtrack

(yeah I may not be great at this and I may be missing a lot, but bare in mind this is my analysis, not anyone else's. Please be nice to me ;-;)

I'm Far Away:

Snufkin has travelled for the Winter. The first verse is like Moomin leaving letters in Snufkin's bag, wishing him with good travels and a safe return hope. Snufkin is longing for something to change, or maybe something in him to change... The second verse is more talking about his travels and how he longs to return no matter what happens.

Starlight:

I don't know, reading this and thinking of Snufmin makes me concerned. It's SO obvious that it's from Moomin's perspective that it gives me a cavaty. "Please say you'll never leave 'cause it's in your hands" If that wasn't obvious enough, idk what is. This is him just... wanting to be with Snufkin. He knows deep down that Snufkin has to travel, yes it's in his hands but not completely. It's a part of him. This is obviously his mind in a point of time where he hasn't gotten used to Snufkin being away from him, possibly what is reflected in Teety-Woo.

Summer Day:

Moomin doesn't like the Winter because it feels wrong without Snufkin. But he has Snorkmaiden with him at least, and that's good enough right? Snorkmaiden loves Moomin, almost in a similar way Moomin loves Snufkin, but Moomin just feels tied down in the relationship. He thinks he's just thinking like an adult, like a moody teenager or something. But then again, he feels Snufkin is the only one who understands him ("But when you put your hands in my hands/You speak a language only us can understand"). It feels like Summer with Snufkin, but not with Snorkmaiden. He reassures himself that Spring is coming and that he'll see the one who knows him best soon.

Back To The Cave:

We get to look into Snufkin's brain, ooo! This is mainly about Snufkin's feelings about himself and how he hides his true emotions from Moomin and the others. "They can't see behind the camouflage" this is him hiding behind a wise and carefree persona, when deep down he is conflicted about almost everything. It seems when he runs out of things to say or when he fears that he'll show his emotions, he finds time to be alone, shown by the lines "We're running out of punchlines/So watch us crawl/We're crawling back to the cave". But his feelings are getting too much, his fears of being forgotten most likely because he doesn't express himself in the way he should "There's a storm/It's rising". So basically he doesn't know what to do anymore. And I guess the "you can't be truly free if you admire somebody too much" quote can link to "There's no time/There's no place for idles", showing more that this is about Snufkin's emotions.

Love Me With All Your Heart:

now this song choice was intentional. This is mutual pining, their emotions mixing into the same song. They've loved each other for a long time, be it platonic turning to romance or be it always romantic. They both want each other, they both long for each other. But they don't wish for their relationship to change, they want it to stay the same ("When we're far apart or when you're near me", "Love me always as you've loved me from the start").

Home Again:

Snufkin is back home, and he could not be happier. Yeah he likes to travel and be with his thoughts, but nothing is better than being with Moomin, shown by the lines "Nothing could be better/Than when I hold you close to me" and "Who I was back then and who I am now/Makes no difference when I'm by your side".

There Is Something In The Forest:

One day, Moomin and Snufkin are just adventuring as they usually do. But something feels different. Something new. Moomin realises it that night, when sitting hand in hand with Snufkin. He finds himself losing track of time, only paying attention to his friend. When he goes home, all he can think of is Snufkin. He thinks of it as he walks, embracing his new emotions as love, a deep love, for Snufkin. And he never wants to let it go. Ever.

Home:

Moomin has noticed how off Snufkin has been acting, and one day he decides to comfort him. He tells him that if he ever feels like he needs to hide ("Sometimes you only want to hide") or that nobody is there for him, that Moomin will always be there for him. This song can also link to Snufkin's own saying "You must go on a long journey before you find out how wonderful home is", and seems like Snufkin has found his home in Moomintroll.

All Small Beasts:

nah this is crime anthem. Little My is cheering Snufkin up, telling him that people with lots of dreams, emotions and all that should just let it out in a huge show! Commit crime! Burn some signs! Fuck Hemulens, who's to say what they can or can't do? The first verses are her making fun of people being neat and telling Snufkin that bottling up your emotions is just going to tease at you and bite you in the tail one day. But this can also be seen in another way, brought to my attention by my friend Bloom. It can be a song about owning up to your mistakes instead of keeping them away.

Free Spirit:

must I say anything? Snufkin likes being alone and free. The second verse is what I want to focus on however. He knows it's good to be alone and not worry about anything, but his avoiding of responsibility is doing him worse than he knows (much like the "owning up to mistakes" analysis by my friend Bloom).

Country Air:

This is what Snufkin wishes he could say to Moomin. They're relaxing together in Summer, Moomin asleep. Snufkin is thinking in his brain about how much he loves him and just wishes he could say SOMETHING. Winter is coming soon, almost time for them to part. Maybe he can ponder more on his emotions then?

By Your Side:

it seems Snufkin is accepting and returning Moomin's offering of comfort, showing that he cares for Moomin and that he doesn't even need to ask for help, he'll do anything to make him happy.

In Blue:

oh boy

Snufkin fears he made a mistake already. He let out his emotions. Even when reassured that it was okay to do so, he feels utterly guilty, shown by the lines "I built a house from sticks and twine/And you said it would serve me fine/But then the rain could soak me through". He begins to fear that he's being put up with, like he doesn't matter anymore ("Anything to keep me quiet"). But he can't help but feel a strong admiration for Moomin. Snufkin has made so many mistakes, and has so many bad feelings ("I caught a fever like I always do"), yet Moomin is still his friend ("And still you let me stand with you, in blue"). He feels his emotions are his fault, and wonders if he should just stay in the valley and own up to his mistakes and allow others to show their true emotions for him, shown by the lines "I bet next year I'll see you all the time/The fault is all deserved as mine", "Was it all on purpose?/Was this true?" and "Tell me and be honest, was this you?". The phrase "In Blue" could refer to the saying "into the blue", which refers to the unknown. Snufkin is "In Blue" because he is in a stage where he is unsure of what he is hearing and wants to know if it's true or not.

Nothern Lights:

Snufkin's feelings for Moomin are increasing to what is obvious to him as love. "Will you find peace in your heart?" this line could be Snufkin talking to himself. Will be ever come to peace with his emotions and open up?

Ready Now:

Moomin has been there for Snufkin all this time. Through all his doubts, through all his sadness. Snufkin has no idea how to express himself, so Moomin helps him. They take it in turns to just talk about things, and "To my surprise we found my words". All this time, Snufkin believed himself to be free. But now he knows that opening up and embracing how you feel is true freedom. He is ready now.

The Author:

This is more about Moomin. He feels like his future will be like his father's, he already met Snorkmaiden during a big childhood adventure after all, just like Pappa. But he finds his story is changing. He's fallen in love with Snufkin. He slowly realises that his future is his own and that he is in charge of his story. And his story begins with being there for his best friend.

[iemondropsss]

Hello friends. So, like many a person waiting on haitus I too have imagined what the perfect next season of moominvalley will be like. I'm sure there's bound to be SOMETHING wrong with it because idk no one at studios ever listens to common sense and community input? Idk man but here we are. I myself have decided to create a pretty solid season 3 and we'll see how much I get right or wrong. I'm sure this will age like Orange Juice (which by orange juice I actually how no idea if orange juice can spoil just like I have no idea WHAT the studio has in plan) but we do know a few things so I kind of tried to keep with the spirit, the way their characters have progressed and how far they still have to go, and also what we all want. Some things I have in mind will continue/happen in my fake season 4 so maybe I'll do that later we'll see but for now have a presentable season :)

(I'll put it under the cut I know it'll be long lol. also apparently there is a 10 image limit so I'll put the second part of the season in a new reblog don't worry)

Episode 1 - Moomintroll's grand adventure

-moomintroll gets a sea adventure all on his own. he learns the struggles of independence and gets to feel the wind in his fur. it's all rather lovely, but he finds that it isn't exactly as easy as he thought.

-Things to keep in mind: in this ep we want to show how he has become more independent and drifting from the kind of shadow his father left. He still wants to fit under it a little (that's why it's a sea adventure) but as it goes on he needs to realize he is his own person and that is great

Episode 2 - If snufkin feels one (1) more emotion he's gonna snap

-the moominparents, little my, and the lightouse keeper return to the valley on the keeper's boat

-the moomins go into hiberations and the fisherman and toft/toffle bond and find family in each other and go back to the island. This way they are both able to find the companionship they both so desperatly need and the fisherman basically adopts toffle, that way they don't need the moomins anymore :)

-so anyway, naturally, during all this snufkin is emotionally DESTROYED and runs off to the woods. there is nothing worse than skyrocketing your hopes only to have them come crashing down once again

-however, before runing away completely snufkin consults too-ticky who has just recently started to settle down in the boathouse for the winter

-he talks about his emotions, because he feels that she would understand this kind of thing, and how it's really weird. he's always missed moomintroll while he's away but it's different now and there's something different and maybe there alway has been he doesn't know!! it's all so confusing

-too-ticky gives him some wise words (basically: aye, ye gaye bastard) and he goes on his way

-Through the forest he sees several memories flash before him in the form of magical looking apparition that look really cool (the animators can flex their particle engines with the memories as illustrated below which I think would be,,, pretty cool)

-The memories are old, like when he and moomintroll first met or a few small adventures they've had

-he realized that he's never had a friend like this ever not even with the rest of his group or even the several interesting characters he's met on his travels

-at least.... never someone to come home to

-home. that scares him. he heads on his way and promises to find moomintroll again no matter what

-this memory montage has an indie banger over it, of course

Episode 3- Little My the Asexual Pirate Queen

-Little My isn't hibernating this year. She's decided to have her own adventure, if everyone else is getting one

-Pirates come to the valley and she boards their ship but gets thrown in the brig before she can do too much

-She meets a few people in the brig with her and they all stage a mutiny against the captain

-little my becomes the new captain with the person who helped her as her first mate

Episode 4 - Beauty Queen gets character development

-sniff and snorkmaiden look for snork

-they face a couple things and snorkmaiden shows how she can be a really great and independent leader

-snork, when they find him, is excited to go to the valley with them because he will be able to finally get all the materials to build his flying ship with/finally fly/test it!

Episode 5: The Real treasure was the bf (best friend) we had all along

-moomintroll meet little my and her pirate crew

-one of the pirates says they know about a treasure on an island and they go to find it

-kind of like the hattifattener episode

-but now with actual pirates and real treasure lol

-the find the chest and celebrate theier newfound riches

-now that moomintroll has had his adventures he decides that it's time to go back to the valley

-after all it is almost spring and he doesn't want to miss snufkin

-through this adventure moomintroll and little my aren't as mean to each other and understand each other more, becoming more like adopted siblings

Episode 6 - Backstreets back alright dunununn

-Snufkin is playing his newest spring tune solemnly against a tree

-here he is back in the valley but moomintroll still hasn't returned

-he puts up his tent anyway and basically mopes

-moominmamma comforts him over tea and they talk a bit

-the finally finally he's back babyyy

-now here's the most important part pay attention

-they both run across the way and collapse into a

-you guessed it

-spin hug!!

-which is as it sounds moomintroll picks snufkin up and they spin around (kind of like when snorkmaiden and moomintroll broke up but it's better and means the opposite)

-another indie song plays over this scene of course so everytime we listen to it on the album we can cry

-snufkin whispers "I missed you" in moomintroll's ear

-moomintroll laughs and says "now you know what it feel like" but in a teasing way he doesn't mean anything bad by it. he gets it now.

-but snufkin still stiffens and realizes what that means. he tries to apologize for leaving all the time and tries to promise things moomintroll knows it would hurt him to keep so he assures him that it is okay he understands and loves him no matter if they're appart

-snufkin has a gay panic moment obviously he doesnt mean it like *that*

-so they part each other's embrace on good terms and snufkin thanks him

-there is probably a sub plot to this episode but none of us remember what it was because we had whiplash for like a full 10 minutes after this

to be continued.....

[pissfizz]

Ok so that drawing a reblogged of snufkin with long hair gave me brainrot and so here have some long haired snufkin headcanons

He doesn’t bother to cut it when he leaves for the winter and so he just lets it does it’s thing

Every year when he comes back to the valley Moominmamma will sit him down and brush and trim up his hair and wash it because we all know he doesn’t give two shits when he’s traveling

He’s always like “Oh no I’m quite fine, you don’t need to waste time on me!” But he absolutely adores spending time with her and the feeling of her playing with his hair. She has also never once let him deny having his hair cleaned up.

Sometimes when he’s fishing he will let Snorkmaiden sit behind him and do his hair in braids or fancy styles with flowers intertwined but only if she’s completely silent

Moomin has tried a few times but he’s not very good and always feels bad when he inevitably gets it tangled

Ofc Snufkin doesn’t mind and cheers Moomin up

Little My likes to get branches and twigs stuck in it so he has to pick them out before he goes to sleep so they don’t poke him. She’s a little gremlin (affectionate)

Once Moominpapa was like “I’ve always thought you resembled Joxter quite a bit but I wonder if with your hair up you would look like Mymble?” And so the others force him to do the stupid onion ponytail to test the theory out

He does resemble her quite a bit (but still looks plenty more like the Joxter)

Sniff has more than once accidentally gotten food stuck in Snufkin’s hair

And Stinky has done it on purpose

Snufkin likes the long hair because it gives him chances to bond with his friends as well as it keeps his neck warm in the cold

Before leaving for winter every year, he asks Moominmamma to trim it a bit so it doesn’t grow too long over the winter, and usually that’s the sign the others look for to anticipate his disappearance.

Sorry I know like no one cares about Moomins but. Beloved so I’m gonna talk about it.

[standupforyurself]

Hi.

It’s been a year and a half. I remembered not long ago this BD I made at the time. Unfinished. 

I remember the day I stopped been actively involved this Moomin content. A lots a thing stopped that day. I used to relate to Snufkin, a lot. For a bunch of things. But this day changed so much things in me that all these stuffs which made me related with Snufkin.. Suddently were lost ? 

I used to think a lot about longing. How to deal with it ? How to accept it ? How to make it disappear ? What was maturity ? What was selfishness ? How to tell the difference between being selfish and having needs ? And I used to think a lot about  watching someone leave and having no choice but let them go, because they are nothing you can do about it. 

I imagine I grew up. I grew up. Things are differents now, and, for few of them, I’m glad they have been change. 

I still longing, sometimes. About life before Covid, before this night, before the medicine. About the friends I used to have, about the possibilty to talk every day to someone IRL if I wanted to. 

I am longing for one of my friend  tonight,  again. I can only hope things stops to be weird, to be off. In a way difficult to explain. I feel that I watch them leave. Slowly but surely. And everything I try,  to talk to them, to try understand them, to be here for them, to support them, it goes wrong. Again, they are no solution. Not from me, because I don’t think the problem came from me. 

Relationship are so fragiles. They are a lot. A lots of words and a lots of sincerity, and a desir to do right. But again, things fell apart. Words became lies. And promises are not kept. They are no good or bad. Just sometimes things stop to be aligned, to feel right. No matters how I want it to work. 

I know am I dramatic. But after this year. I can hope that nobody blame me for the pain I have to watch one of my two friends I can talk everyday, drift away. Both of them are.. So much.. To me. Watching one of them go away from my life is already way too much for me. I love being alone. But when I chose to be. There no choice here. I am so alone. Again and again and again and again. Every day. 

Even with the presence of my parents, bless them, they are days when I seriously wonder if they are possibilities that I die from loneliness. 

I am so emotionnaly vulnerable. Yet my mum say that she never see me so strong and capable to keep feet into reality and not drowning me into the darkness of my mind. I thought about it. And I think it is about resilience. I developped a capacity of resilence. Maybe I’m more mature too. 

Yes I’m strong. But they are so few lights in my life for the past months. And don’t get me wrong I cherish each of them. But they are so few, it can’t garantee me security. It leads me to put maybe too much of myself into these two relationship. In fact, into every interaction I have on Tumblr. Cause I came to accept that almost all my social life is here now. It is so unstable. I expect myself to act like an adult, with maturity and self preservation. But I feel I have so little emotionnal security ! Yeah ! If I lost my two friend, how will I gonna do hein ? How can I expect to be rationnal and mature if I don’t even have the possibity to call or text casually a friend for telling them what’s up, what’s going on ! It is too much asking from life ? Do I fucking demand too much attention ?! Do I ask too much ?! 

I am sick ! Sick this shitty worldwide situtation !! I feel trapped ! Trapped into my small world I have to content myself with ! I want to leave ! To discover ! To hug ! To impulsively reach a friend outside my city, and spend time with them ! I want to travel ! I want to love ! I want to say “I love you” ! I want to say “fuck you” ! I want to go in class and learn and be friend with my classmates ! I want see what I don’t know ! See that life is more than what I have now ! I want to party ! I want to go into bars and laugh with the loud music shacking my heart ! I want to travel ! 

I want to fly. 

This BD is about letting someone go. But honestly, see wat you want to see. I will never finish it. Maybe it has a good ending. Or maybe not ? What is a good ending anyway ? Sometimes people drift away for better met again when the time come. 

[annzybwrites]

Lovestruck

Based on @whatisoatmeal-likeseriously‘s request for a lovestruck Snuf. I didn’t include all of their suggestions, but I hope everyone enjoys anyway ;)  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It happened gradually, over a period of a few years or so. And then it happened suddenly, hitting Snufkin all at once during a seemingly random moment. He and Moomin weren’t doing anything too special, in fact they weren’t even doing anything particularly adventurous. It was the evening, and Moomin was helping him gather worms so they could go fishing tomorrow. 

But the sight of Moomin kneeling and digging into the wet ground, a calm smile on his face as a low hum vibrated through his snout—well, Snufkin would be a fool if he didn’t take notice of the warmth spreading through his chest. 

“Moomin,” Snufkin spoke, waiting until Moomin looked up at him before continuing. “I think I love you.” 

Moomin stared blankly at him for a moment, the shovel slipping out of his hand as his eyes widened. “Wh… what?” 

Snufkin smiled softly, standing just so he could walk over and kneel beside Moomin, picking up his shovel and handing it to him. “I said I love you.” 

This close, Snufkin could see a faint redness underneath Moomin’s fur, his blue eyes glancing away as he took the shovel back. “You left out the ‘I think’ that time.” 

“Ah, so you did hear me the first time.” 

“Of course I did.” Moomin clutched the shovel tightly to his chest with both hands, his eyes closed in embarrassment. “I just didn’t really believe it.” 

“Why not?” Snufkin had to ask, loving the way Moomin’s tail swished back and forth. 

“I don’t know.” Moomin opened one eye, turning more red as he looked at his best friend. “Because… because I didn’t do anything.” 

Snufkin laughed softly, reaching over to gently pry one of Moomin’s hands off the shovel so he could hold it. “You are worthy of love whether or not you’ve done anything. Besides, you’ve done plenty over the years.” 

Moomin swallowed, his hand tightening around Snufkin’s. “I suppose that’s true. I, um…” He set the shovel by his side, lifting his head slightly so he could stare into Snufkin’s eyes. “I love you, too, Snufkin.” 

Snufkin felt heat rise to his own cheeks. He reached up with his free hand and pulled his hat down to cover his eyes. But he was sure Moomin could still see his smile. “Oh, that’s unexpected.” 

“You’re joking, right?” Moomin laughed, interlocking their fingers. “What, me running up to you with a huge smile on my face every spring wasn’t a big hint?” Snufkin started to laugh as Moomin continued. “Oh! Or how about all of the flower crowns I’ve made you—you realize most of the flowers I used had romantic meanings, right?” 

“I noticed,” Snufkin admitted, righting his hat so he could smile earnestly at Moomin’s bright face. “But I didn’t want to read too much into it. I don’t think I was ready to accept it yet.” 

Moomin stared straight into Snufkin’s eyes, his ears alert and his tail curled around himself. “But you’re ready now?” 

Snufkin nodded, leaning in to wrap his arms tight around Moomin’s neck in a hug, loving how warm he felt when Moomin wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m ready.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The afternoon started calmly on the front porch of Moominhouse. Snufkin was perched on the railing as usual, playing songs on his harmonica while Moomin listened from one of the chairs, eyes closed and his tail swishing to the meter. After a few songs, Moomin gasped and sprung up, saying he’d be right back. He ran off, returning with Moominpappa’s recordplayer and a few records, a wide smile on his face as he placed it on the table and started it up. 

As the first few lilting notes rang through the air, Moomin cleared his throat and offered his hand to Snufkin. “Can I have this dance?” 

Snufkin smiled wide, setting his harmonica down before accepting Moomin’s hand. “You’ll be leading, then?” 

“I don’t have much practice following,” Moomin admitted as Snufkin hopped down.  

“That’s all right.” Snufkin chuckled, lifting his other to rest on Moomin’s shoulder. “I don’t have much practice with either part. Besides, the waltz is your favorite.” 

“It is.” Moomin brightened, his hand warm on Snufkin’s hip as they began dancing together. “At the risk of sounding embarrassing, I’ve often thought of dancing like this with you.” 

Snufkin chuckled, grinning softly as he followed Moomin through the motions. “Oh? How often?” 

Moomin flushed, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Excuse me, this is the part where you respond with something embarrassing.” 

Snufkin couldn’t help but laugh then, misstepping in his amusement. They stopped for a moment, finding the rhythm again before resuming their dance. “Oh, all right, if I must.” 

“And you must,” Moomin insisted with a huff. 

Snufkin laughed even louder and shook his head. “You’re going to make me mess up again!” 

“Fine, fine.” Moomin’s expression relaxed into a smile. “So, you were saying?” 

“Hm, something embarrassing.” Snufkin hummed, enjoying for a moment how warm he felt with Moomin’s hands on him, and how easily they moved together. “Well, that implies that I ever feel embarrassed.” 

“Snufkin!” 

“All right, all right! You’re so easy to tease.” Snufkin chewed at his lower lip, trying to stop himself from smiling so wide. “Here’s something: sometimes during the winter I’ll make life-sized snow figures of you and talk as if you’re there, listening.” 

Snufkin had assumed Moomini would misstep after such a declaration, but he didn’t expect him to actually trip and fall onto the porch in his surprise, pulling Snufkin down with him. 

“Wh-what!?” Moomin exclaimed as Snufkin laughed, not bothering with untangling their limbs from each other. 

“Really now,” Snufkin hummed, letting his head rest against Moomin’s shoulder. “I think you’re the one feeling embarrassed from what I said.” 

“Well, it’s surprising!” 

“Do I really seem so detached?” 

“In years past, absolutely.” 

“And this year?” 

“This year feels like a dream.” 

Snufkin smiled wider, lifting his head so he could look into Moomin’s eyes. “Well, when you finally realize what you want, what’s the point in denying it?” 

Moomin whined softly, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes. “I can’t believe you can say such things so easily. And here I thought I was the romantic one.” 

“You are romantic,” Snufkin insisted, lazily pushing himself to his feet so he could dust off his tunic. “You invited me to dance, and you write poetry, and you make crafts for me—” 

“But I can’t verbalize things like you do,” Moomin interrupted, taking Snufkin’s hand before rising to his own feet. 

“That may be true,” Snufkin hummed, squeezing Moomin’s hand as the music played around them. “But love takes all forms. You express yours through gifts, and offering service. I suppose I express mine through words, mainly, and music of course.” 

Moomin creased his brows together. “But you give gifts and help other people, too.” 

“Only if I see people in need of help, and only if I think I can do it,” Snufkin shrugged. “It’s not as if I go out of my way for anyone. But for you, Moomin,” he grinned softly, taking Moomin’s hand to his mouth for a kiss. “For you I’d push myself to impossible heights if I knew it would make you happy.” 

“You’re doing it again.” Moomin covered his face with his free hand, but at least he was smiling this time. “That’s it, I’m going to write you the world’s most sappy poem.” 

Snufkin laughed, entwining their fingers. “I’ll look forward to that.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snufkin never knew his heart could feel so full. He saw everything in a new light after realizing his true feelings for his dearest friend. Every white flower reminded him of that clean, soft fur, and whenever he passed Moomin’s favorite flower—red asters—he stopped and took a moment to smell it, his mind filled with the sight and sound of Moomin’s laughter. 

When he stared out at the sea he still admired how vast and unknowable it was, but now he couldn’t help but also think of Moomin swimming down to the bottom, coming back to the surface with a splash and a tale already on his lips. 

When he heard the birds’ song, he smiled and remembered how many times Moomin had helped the winged creatures over the years. And when he put his harmonica to his lips to copy some of their tunes, he could picture Moomin dancing. 

Part of him knew it was sort of a bad thing to be this consumed by thoughts of his new boyfriend, but he wasn’t that concerned. This was simply a new season in his life, and he was sure the thoughts and emotions would settle down just as the heat did every year. And in that same vein, he had a feeling that this giddy excitement he was feeling now would also return every year. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Pumpkin stew is a special treat, don’t you think?” Moomin asked, kneeling beside Snufkin’s campfire and stirring the food they’d made together. Red and orange leaves were strewn all around them, with the setting sun behind them and the occasional cold breeze blowing past, causing just a slight shiver. 

“It is special,” Snufkin agreed, sitting on a log nearby with a calm smile on his face. “Except for that one year Moominmamma grew the largest pumpkin I’d ever seen. I think we were all sick of the stuff after that year.” 

Moomin laughed and shook his head. “Little My especially—I can’t believe she slept inside that thing for a month!” 

“She’s a special one.” Snufkin chuckled, tipping his hat back. “Come and sit; let the stew simmer for a bit.” 

Moomin nodded, shifting to stand on his feet so he could come over and sit next to Snufkin. Their hands came together almost instinctively, and Snufkin closed his eyes to fully enjoy the moment. 

“Snufkin?” 

“Yes, my dove?” 

Moomin laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “Why do you call me that?” 

“Because doves are a symbol of peace and love.” Snufkin opened his eyes, turning his head to smile at him. “I think that suits you.” 

Moomin has that increasingly familiar blush on his cheeks, along with a flattered smile. “Well, thank you. I do quite like it.” 

“I thought you might.” Snufkin took off his hat, placing it to the side as he rested his head on Moomin’s shoulder. “Was there something else you wanted to ask me?” 

“Ah, yes.” Moomin cleared his throat before letting his head lean against Snufkin’s. “I wanted to talk about the winter. It’s almost here, you know.” 

“Yes, I know.” Snufkin sighed, another chilly breeze rolling over them just then. He’d already felt the call to wandering a week ago. “Soon you’ll be hibernating, and I’ll be off on my own for awhile.” 

“Oh!” Moomin actually sounded relieved. “So you are still planning on going.” 

Snufkin creased his eyebrows together, confused at that response. “Why wouldn’t I go?” 

Moomin’s chuckle was just a little more nervous than usual. “Maybe it was silly to think, but I was starting to worry that… well, since our relationship had changed, I’d wondered if your traveling plans had changed.” 

“Worry?” Snufkin has to lift his head, pinning Moomin with a baffled expression. “It almost sounds like you want me to leave.” 

“Well of course I don’t want that,” Moomin started to clarify, glancing away shyly. “I’ll admit, even just two years ago I would have rejoiced at the thought of you staying with me in winter. But… traveling is an important part of who you are, and I wouldn’t want to change that. Even if we’ve changed.” 

Snufkin wasn’t sure how long he sat there, just staring at Moomin. All he knew was that a fire was blazing in his chest, and he was sure it was making his face as red as smoldering embers. 

“Did that make sense?” Moomin was obviously starting to worry the longer Snufkin stared at him. “I just don’t want to hold you back, and I feel closer to you than ever before but I know that you travel every year, but you hadn’t said anything about leaving this winter yet so I wanted to be sure you were still going, and I’m sorry if I’d ever tried to stop you from leaving in the past—“ he was silenced with a kiss to his cheek. 

“It makes sense,” Snufkin whispered, smiling at how Moomin’s ears twitched from the low sound. “And I feel lucky to have someone that knows me so well.” 

Moomin’s tail curled around Snufkin’s waist as he tried to gather his words. “Well, I, ah—you’re welcome?” 

Snufkin smiled wider, placing his hands on Moomin’s shoulders before nuzzling his nose against his cheek. “While it’s true I still need to leave, up until that moment I want to spend every second with you.” 

“G-good.” Moomin swallowed thickly, his arms coming around to loosely wrap around Snufkin’s waist. “Too, I want that. I mean, I would like that very much.” 

Snufkin laughed, getting up for just a second before sitting back down in Moomin’s lap, his head resting against Moomin’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through the white expanse of his chest. He smiled at the way Moomin tightened his own grip around him, resting his snout on top of Snufkin’s head. “We’ve had many adventures together, Moomintroll,” he hummed, closing his eyes. “But I’d say traversing this new way of being together has been the most exciting.” 

“And slightly terrifying.” 

“All good things are.” 

Moomin snorted, squeezing Snufkin gently. “I suppose they are.” 

Snufkin chuckled, teasing, “Do you think I’m terrifying?” 

“Sometimes. When I don’t know what you’re thinking.” 

“Well, what do you think is going through my mind right now?” 

“If I had to guess, I’d say you’re very preoccupied with the softness of my fur.” 

Snufkin laughed again, since his fingers were currently entangled right by Moomin’s shoulder. “Can you blame me?” 

“Absolutely not.” Moomin lifted his head just so he could nuzzle his snout against Snufkin’s forehead. “But, I think the stew is starting to burn.” 

“Let it burn.” 

“Snufkin!” Moomin laughed then, and Snufkin lavished in being able to feel the vibrations from the forceful sound course through him. “We have to eat.” 

“We can eat later.” 

“What if you climbed onto my back? Then at least I could get up to stir it.” 

“Oh, fine.” Snufkin sighed dramatically, slowly righting himself from his curled up position. He kissed the tip of Moomin’s snout before standing, grinning at how pink Moomin became. “You really are too adorable,” he hummed, mainly to himself, before walking around and climbing onto Moomin’s back. 

“O-oh!” Moomin seemed surprised as Snufkin’s arms wrapped around his neck, and his legs wrapped around his middle. “You’re really doing it.” 

“You offered, remember.” Snufkin settled, letting his head rest against his own arm and the right side of Moomin’s neck. 

“I know.” Moomin chuckled, slowly standing so he could be sure Snufkin wouldn’t fall. “I guess I’m just still not used to how affectionate you are in private.” 

“You’ll get used to it, I’m sure.” Snufkin clung tighter as Moomin stepped towards the campfire. “Besides, you’re keeping me warm from the autumn chill.” 

“Ah, so there’s the truth,” Moomin joked, laughing again as he stirred the pot. “I’m nothing more than a large heater!” 

“If that’s how you want to think of it. But I don’t go around kissing heaters, you know.” 

Moomin almost dropped the spoon into the pot, and Snufkin couldn’t stop himself from snickering. 

“I swear you say these things just to see me flustered!” 

“Would it be such a bad thing if I was?” 

Moomin took a second to think of his response. “No,” he decided firmly, turning his head to nuzzle against Snufkin’s cheek. “I rather like it, actually.” 

“Good.” Snufkin closed his eyes, smiling as he nuzzled back. “Because you really are too fun to tease.” 

The two smiled at each other then, and soon they were sitting together with bowls of stew in their hands, eating and laughing together as they reminisced over the past year. Moomin admitted that he’d still be sad to see Snufkin go, but he’d feel better knowing Snufkin made snow-statues of him. And Snufkin said he’d no doubt be thinking of Moomin often, and that he hoped he’d make some appearances in Moomin’s hibernating dreams. 

After their meal, they stayed up awhile to stargaze, either hand in hand or cuddled close. They’d stayed up so late, in fact, that Moomin just had to spend the rest of the night in Snufkin’s tent—he couldn’t very well travel in such darkness, could he?