#snufkin plays guitar

[moomimania]

Trope: your boyfriend serenades you with a guitar by the campfire 🔥

I kept being reminded of this idea when hearing this song and initially thought it would become a fic. It became both lol. I'm really happy with how this image turned out though.

Read the little ficlet below 🧡

———————————————

It had been so long since they had sat by a fire together. The flames were reaching high, illuminating their isolated space in the woods with a warm, orange glow. Despite the crackling and sputtering from the fire, the night was quiet.

“I’m glad you found me,” said Snufkin.

Moomin fidgeted with his tail, a nervous habit that didn’t go by his best friend unnoticed. “Me too,” said the troll, still not courageous enough to look Snufkin in the eyes. “I knew to look for the campfire.”

Snufkin smiled fondly. “Clever troll.”

“Snufkin,” Moomin started, voice small. “I’m sorry for the things I said.”

“Moomintroll-”

“I know I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business,” Moomin cut him off, the apology pouring out in a long string of words. “I was just curious and I felt left out, and I… I just…” he dropped his tail and slumped over. “I don’t want you to leave because of me.”

They became quiet, the apology hanging in the air between them, waiting in anxious anticipation to either be rejected or accepted. 

However, it was left unanswered. “Do you want to hear a song?” Snufkin asked, fingers tapping against the log he was sitting on, being the only indication of any nerves. Yet, his friend didn’t know of these subtle clues.

“What? Wait, you don’t have to-” Moomin finally looked up, his expression twisted into confused shock.

“No, but I want to.”

“Snufkin-”

“Moomintroll,” said Snufkin with a teasing smile, while pulling out the guitar.

That smile had always been rather infectious, so when Moomin felt the tug at the corners of his mouth, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Strumming over the strings once, Snufkin answered in that same lighthearted tone. “If that is to play you a song, then you are correct.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Moomin muttered in a low breath, mostly just to himself, wiping a paw over his face. “I just pressured you into it.” 

“Now, you know me well enough to know that is not the case. I only do what I want to,” Snufkin said earnestly, busying his hands making small adjustments to the tuning pegs. Despite looking confident, his voice started to lose some of that same gusto. “And it just so happens that I want to play you this song now.” He strummed the strings again, as if ready to break into song immediately, but then he hesitated, one hand curling around neck, the other holding the body close. “There’s a reason I didn’t play for you…”

This had Moomin’s curiosity piqued, but he remained quiet, knowing silent patience often was the key to get Snufkin talking. 

Snufkin snorted, a private smile forming on his lips, eyes cast down. “It’s silly, really. I became very self-conscious.”

“Why?” The word slipped out unintentionally, but Moomin had never been great at holding his tongue.

“Because…” His fingers danced over the strings again, grip loosening on the guitar. “I want it to be just right.”

Moomin didn’t think this made much sense. “You are being too harsh on yourself. Your music is great! I don’t think I’ve heard you play anything I didn’t like.”

The smile on Snufkin’s lips became a little fonder. “Perhaps.” He kept plucking at the strings, the soft sounds sounding lovely, despite not being a melody yet. “But this song I’ve been working on…” A vague blush spread on his cheeks, eyes very deliberately cast down still. “I made it for you.”

This left the young troll quite speechless and a similar tint coloured his cheeks. Snufkin had made many songs, often about his travels or nature or simply just a feeling. Never had he made a song specifically for Moomin. “You made a song for me?” Moomin breathed, eyes wide.

“Yes,” admitted Snufkin, cheeks turning redder. “It could still use some work, but… do you want to hear it?”

Moomin grinned widely, hardly believing what he was hearing. “Yes! Of course, I would love to hear,” he said excitedly. He felt so elated, he could practically burst! However, now was not the time, this was a tender moment, so Moomin regained some of his composure and gazed fondly at Snufkin, eyes shimmering. “Thank you.”

Finally, Snufkin looked up to meet his eyes, looking equally excited, nervous and fond. 

And so, Snufkin played a song for his very best friend. 

———————————————

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[systimming]

Snufkin board with fishing + travel + music stims and inclusions of Moomintroll!

- Mod Primarina + Mod Valarie.

((Sources of gifs: x, x, x | x, x, x | x, x, x ))

[lego-ninja-bilbo]

Character: Is an instrumentalist

Me, also an instrumentalist:

[moomin-happiness]

Five years I’ve been in this fandom, and none of you were kind enough to tell me about how Snufkin has a cowboy theme song when he’s introduced in 70s moomins. How could you.

[multifandomxreader]

I heard you were looking for Bruno x male reader ideas 🤤

Ooo what about a Bruno x male reader where the reader is like a vagabond that comes to Encanto every year to hang out with the Madrigals? Kind of like a Snufkin and Moomin thing. Like they're kind of together/pining for each other?

One year that M!Reader returns he finds that Bruno isn't waiting for him because he's 'disappeared' so he travels even further in order to look for him, he still comes back every year to see if he's returned. After the events of the movie reader is reunited with Bruno and obviously he's super pissed but he's also so relieved that his favourite boy is back and alive.

Mayyybeeee they get married? uwu'

sorry you had to wait so long for this, hope you like it!

Bruno Madrigal x Male reader

With your backpack heavy on your shoulders, you finally arrived yet again at la casa Madrigal. All year you would travel, you slept in a tent, and made your money by playing the guitar. You made great friends along the way and got to tell all your amazing stories to anyone who would listen. Every year you hung out with the family for a few days sometimes even weeks. You had never been one to settle down but with the family Madrigal, you wouldn't mind staying in the same place forever. When you sprained an ankle or had back pain Jullietta patched you right up with her cooking. Delores would keep everyone updated on your whereabouts and well-being and when you were close to the village Luisa would meet you halfway to help carry your baggage and gifts with pleasure. The Madrigals were basically your family.

They loved to listen to your tales, especially Bruno who hung at your lips every time you spoke. Even when most people wouldn't really talk to Bruno you saw him as the highlight of your visit. After years of your annual visits to the Madrigals you realized your feelings for the dark haired man. You had a while to think about them on your travels. You were certain he would be the one to make you stay and settle down.

You arrived with Luisa at casita, Camillo and Mirabel ran in your arms. You entered casita with the little girl on your back and a copy of yourself. The other family members came to greet you one by one. Julietta welcomed you with a plate of arepas and Isabella gave you a beautiful flower crown as a welcoming gift. Felix welcomed you with open arms "Here comes my favorite visitante!" The weather was perfect and a big smile was plastered on your face as you chatted with Felix and Agustin.

You tried to keep calm but your eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the door of Bruno's room. Agustin noticed the way you looked around, waiting for that one special person. You turned back to him "Where's Bruno?" Suddenly the room went quiet and the faces around you grimaced. Abuela straightened her back and spoke "We don't talk about Bruno" you were so confused and everything felt wrong. Julietta's hand landed on your shoulder and lead you to the kitchen where she let you sit at the table. While making you a drink she told you how Bruno had disappeared without a note.

The following days felt wrong without his presence, you tried to find him but when you realized he really was gone you stayed alone in his room. Your heart ached as you thought about the last time you had seen him.

The dark eyes look at you with admiration as you sing about the things you had seen on your travels and then a goodbye song. Your song ends and you smile at Bruno "Will you write a song about me by the time you return?"  he asks. "Look in the future and find out." You wink. Bruno opens his mouth"I don't want to" You give him a confused look. He takes your hands in his "I don't want to ruin our future with a stupid prophecy." You give him an understanding look and hold his hands tighter. "I'll be back."

Years passed as you looked for Bruno, asking every person you meet if they had seen the small dark-haired Madrigal.

You didn't find him.

Still, you returned to the Madrigals every single year. The smaller Madrigals had now grown into teenagers and the town had been growing too. Even though it was a delight seeing the colorful family your mind kept turning back to Bruno.

It was your annual visit and you arrived at the spot where Luisa would usually wait. Instead, you were met with Bruno. Your Bruno. Maybe a bit older and with more grey strands of hair. But still yours.

You dropped all your stuff and ran over to him. Grabbing his shoulders to make sure he was real. "How the fuck could you do this to me? I was so worried! I- I didn't know what had happened to you..." Bruno kept apologizing while you teared up. You threw yourself into his arms and you hit the ground together. You hugged the air out of his lungs. "I'm just happy you're back" you told him. His hands cradled your face and wiped your tears. "Te amo" he whispered before passionately kissing you, this time it was him making you breathless. You melted into the kiss. "I still want to hear that song"

A few months later you held the most beautiful wedding the town had ever seen, Pepa didn't ruin it (only because Bruno was marrying you). The whole family worked together to make sure you had the best day. Isabella took care of the flowers, and Julietta cooked a heavenly buffet with delicious desserts... You couldn't stop smiling and every time you met his eyes your heart could beat out of your chest. You finally found your reason to stay.

[flowerbloom-arts]

Hey what are you singing and instrument headcanons. I headcanon that Snufkin, his family, and all the moomins are terrible at singing and Sniff, snorkmaiden, muddler, and the botanist hemulen are really good at it, but what do you think?

My Musical brain that listens to songs all the time keeps imagining any character being able to sing that song, so in those terms I imagine anyone can sing 😅

But like, besides that, we have;

Actual canon:

Snufkin: harmonica/mouth-organ (books, 90s series, MV2019), flute (Who Will Comfort Toffle?), accordion (comics, one Tove illustration), guitar (Shin Moomin).

Sniff: Accordion (Moomins on the Riviera movie)

Snorkmaiden: piano (Shin Moomin)

Snork: violin (Shin Moomin)

Mr. Hemulen: french horn (Shin Moomin)

The Skier Hemulen: french horn or bugle horn, not too clear (Moominland Midwinter and subsequent adaptations of it)

Mr. Brisk: Trumpet (Moominvalley 2019)

Salome: accordion (Who Will Comfort Toffle?)

Too-Ticky: barrel organ (Moominland Midwinter and most adaptations)

The Lighthouse Keeper: Accordion (Moominvalley 2019)

Little My (Moominsummer Madness, Moominvalley 2019), Snufkin (Comet in Moominland, Finn Family Moomintroll) and Mr. Brisk (comics) have sung songs/jingles, although how good their singing abilities are is up to interpretation.

Moominpappa has tried singing but he's extremely bad at it according to 1969 and 90s Moomin, and Moominmamma sung a lullaby in Comet in Moominland but her actual musical abilities are also up to interpretation.

The Groke also sings in Moominpappa at Sea.

Moominpappa is terrible at playing the banjo (comics).

Dubious canon:

There's this one drawing where Moominpappa played the violin and the whole family was enjoying it, it's very close to the 90s style but I've no idea what the origin of this is so...

Mumintrollet (1969) has a musical number sung by most of the characters for each of the 13 episodes but due to the nature of musical numbers it's difficult to tell if their singing abilities are diagetic or not.

There is also the Moomin Voices album originally written by Tove that are written/sung from the perspective of the characters they're meant for but how well they'd sing them is unknown.

In the Moomin Park, Fuzzy and Too-Ticky play the ukulele and most of the characters sing songs, there's even musical stage shows, but the canon is dubious because they're just actors playing the characters instead of the actual characters themselves.

Mere headcanon:

I like to think Mrs. Fillyjonk played the harp when she was younger and her eldest child plays the violin.

The banjo Moominpappa had originally belonged to Wimsy and he was fairly decent at it.

Muddler and Fuddler like playing percussion, particularly drums or even diy drums. I'm also going to carry over some of the park details and say Fuzzy plays the ukulele. All of them can actually sing (Sniff is meh at it, though.)

Joxter is a self-taught guitarist, his skill level is up to your imagination.

Mymblemamma and Mymble Jr make up for their lack of singing skill by doing it all cheerfully.

[dearest-painter]

Canonically snufkin lives in a tent,plays the harmonica mostly but he also is shown playing the flute,the accordion and the guitar,he smokes a pipe so snufkin!reader has the ability to be a stoner and with the fact the character wanders alone in the winter I’d say snufkin!reader is likely an adult

Yeah makes sense. I just love the image of Snufkin!reader smoking some weed while Raggedy Andy!reader is confused on how weed works since I know damn well he doesn’t have any lungs to smoke that shit

[all-soul-crossover-comic]

Snufkin plays guitar

[glitterbombedshadow]

Imma be real, I love all of the Snufkins over the years, but there's something rly special about the mysterious guitar playing 70s version. His theme slaps so hard I learned it the same day I was made aware of it. He might just be the most goddamn dramatic forest gay version and I love that. I also think that he is the second most capable of murder snufkin (looking at you baldkin)

[skruttet]

Hey, since you're the moomin expert, what instruments do the characters play and are any of them good at singing?

I am most definitely not a moomin expert 😂 maybe I was closer to being one in 2019/2020 but by now my terrible memory has eaten so much info hjgfkdl

uhhh but I'll try!

Obviously the first character we gotta bring up is Snufkin, since music is such a big part of his character and he's been depicted playing multiple instruments: harmonica, flute, guitar, and accordion are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

Then there's Too-ticky and her barrel organ. Usually when you see a Moomin character with an instrument it'll be something that Tove herself was familiar with, such as barrel organs and accordions etc.

It's hard to think of a character that's good at singing because there's just so many that are stated as being bad at it 😂 I think most creatures in Moominvalley are terrible and off-key but they still enjoy singing anyway (and Moomintroll in particular is good at whistling!)

[rebrandedbard]

all of that seems headache-inducing, so to switch the subject from that, what's your favorite instrument and/or instrument type? (either to play or to hear)

Lol thanks nonny. I love stringed instruments best! They have such variety! Obviously my lute is #1 in my heart, piano next, then the lyre. My concertina is a lot of fun but I haven't begun learning anything for it yet. I might like to be able to play the harmonica better, but I can play all of Snufkin's songs (the green guy from Moomin) so I've never felt the need to learn anything else! I'm hoping to get a hurdy-gurdy sometime in the next few years. I also REALLY want a fancy kind of music box that allows me to move the pins. I collect music boxes and would love to be able to make my own music on one.

For anyone curious, here are the instruments I own in order of how much I like them. Not necessarily ordered by playing ability:

Lute. Galanthus, mine beloved 💖

Piano (mom took it in the divorce 💔)

Lyre, Orpheus knew what was UP

Violin

Concertina

Guitar (acoustic and electric, so two technically)

Harmonica (normal one and 40 note one with a switch)

Recorder, wooden

A tiny kalimba which I cannot for the life of me figure out

And for the SILLY ones:

A teeny tiny key-chain harmonica

A slide whistle!

I used to have a pan flute but it died tragically after getting lost in the woods. I never did find the remains. But I don't really mourn the loss as it sounded nothing like when Peter Pan plays.

[shiftingwitholive]

Moomin Valley script

(just a heads up, this script is very unstructured.)

my name is Oliver and i’m Snufkin’s person. in the winter we travel south where its warmer, to a place which is basically what i imagine aesthetic Europe to be, where we have a little log cottage in the middle of the forest by a lake.for the rest of the year we’re in moomin valley.i have my black fluffy hair and green eyes and i wear black pants and a dark blue jumper with stars on it like the one in coraline and black boots. i play the violin and guitar and ukulele while snuffkin plays about every instrument under the sun.

moomin mama treats me like a second son,moomin papa lends me books from time to time and i teach moomin about the world and the things i read in books. me and snufkin both accept that we need space and time alone, so we will often go and do separate things or one of us will go to the moomin’s house. we communicate, and we get by without any problems.

under snuffkin’s coat is just a green-brown sweater that’s really really soft and obviously, brown trousers

because we dont have phones or anything my script is just a notebook that no one can find. i can change it through writing or just thinking.

snufkin smells like pine needles and rain and firewood in a nice way. im more of a lavender and oranges boy.

me and snufkin are only like 17-20(aprox. no actual ages) moomin is like 10-11ish (so is snorkmaiden) and the moomin parents are around their late 30s/40s, little my is probably the same age as moomin,maybe a little younger. (none of the ages are pinpointed, i like to think we are all ageless beings but for convenience i thought i would try to think of some rough ones)

heights: snufkin:5’6 me: 5’5 (dont come at me i know i’m short ok) moomin mama: 5,2 moomin papa:5’4 moomin:5’0 little my:4’8 snorkmaiden: 4’11 (i gave them all normal heights instead of little my being like 2 feet tall and snufkin being only 4 feet tall because from my perspective it made more sense)

my hair and everything will always look right and i wont look tired or too pale or icky at any point

scenarios:

one time, we were on a walk along the cliffs together and an unexpected storm came in. it was raining and we were too far from our tent, so we rushed to the moomins’ house. because it was really cold i got a bit ill. we turned up pretty late on their doorstep all wet with me sneezing and shivering. moominmama sat us down and started warming up some soup and told moomin papa to set up 2 beds upstairs. we are given some blankets and soup and moomin mama roots around for some spare clothes. (we left some over just in case) and we get changed and go up to our room, they put up 2 twin beds but we end up pushing them together and falling asleep all tangled together.

moomin mama and moomin papa peek in and are all “oh look at them” “aww” at us. the next day our clothes have dried and we eat breakfast and then moomin comes down and sees we’re here and we have to explain our night to him, then after breakfast we look outside and it’s still too stormy to go home so moomin papa lends me a book and i sit on the couch while snuffkin goes to do something upstairs with moomin.

then around mid-afternoon the sky clears and we go back to our tent and its fine, we lie and cuddle and fall asleep again.

—

when theyre explaining that numbty’s aunt is mean and sarcastic one of them pipes up with “ but oliver says he’s sarcastic, and he’s nice” and the grown ups have to explain the difference between sarcastic humor and being mean and how i can be sarcastic in a way thats a joke, but some people only do it in a mean way. which can hurt peoples feelings.

[can-of-pringles]

Some asks about Silas!

What's his favorite color? Any particular reason?

What's his favorite Ghost song? Favorite non-Ghost song? A song he wished they would cover?

How'd he get into playing piano? Would he ever want to learn more instruments? Can he sing?

Does he know any languages aside from English? Are there any more languages he would like to learn at some point?

What fictional character outside the Ghost universe is he most similar to? What fictional character is Copia most like? How about Silas' friend (In so so sorry I can't remember her name and I'm not in a position to look it up rn)

What's his favorite movie genre? Favorite movie specifically? Why?

If he were granted three wishes by a genie (start genie rules applying here, no resurrection, no immortality, no extra wishes), what would he wish for?

Thanks!

Green, like a kinda emerald green. I don't think there's a particular reason. Also sage green.

Hunter's Moon. I don't know if it's his favorite but As It Was by Hozier is a good favorite. He'd probably mention to Copia that a cover of Mirrorball by Young the Giant would be cool.

He learned piano as a kid because his parents wanted him to learn at least one instrument. I'm not sure... maybe guitar. He's alright at it but wouldn't call himself an amazing singer.

Yes he's technically bilingual, knowing both English and Swedish growing up. I think he'd want to learn some Italian mainly because of Copia.

I'd say probably Snufkin? Copia hmm he's so skrunkly lol weirdly he slightly reminds me of James Patrick March but y'know without the murderous tendencies lol. Hanna is her name! She almost reminds me of one of your characters 😅

Slice of Life. The Dark Crystal because of the fantasy setting.

1. Keeping Copia safe, 2. Never having to inject himself with T again but obviously keeping all of his transition, 3. Being able to teleport anywhere he wants.

[mymoominblog]

One of my Snufkin headcanons is that he is one of those people who can pick up a musical instrument and instantly be able to play it. I mean, we have seen him play harmonica, flute, guitar and accordion. It wouldn’t surprise me if one morning Moomin ran to Snufkin’s tent with a violin or harp or something that he had found somewhere in Moominhouse and Snufkin took it and started playing like he had never done anything else in his life.

On the other hand, he only knows about four songs on each instrument

[daybreakerreal]

Don't ask me why but I think going on journeys in the forests and camping and backpackng and playing acoustic guitar a la snufkin is such a she/her thing to do and then staying at home in the big city and lazing about all day and eating grilled cheese and pizza and going out to play music wiht others and sharing stories is very much a me thing to do as well.

[moominpapasfanficblog]

The Musicians

On healthy nostalgia

Captain Herschel turned out to be the Hemulen who was driving the carriage. His band consisted of a Moomin named Gunther who played the standing double bass, a Fillyjonk named Francesca who played an impressive drum set, a Fuzzy named Constance who played an accordion or a piano if one was available, and two Hemulens named Marcus and Leopoldo who played the trumpet and the saxophone respectively. Captain Herschel himself played the guitar. They all lived together in the first carriage in their train and stored their instruments and other gear in the rear carriage. The members of the band shared in the responsibilities of taking care of the carriages, their instruments and gear, the oxen, and each other. They all wore highly colorful costumes that matched Captain Herschel’s whenever they performed and plainer, more practical clothes otherwise.

The band set up their camp around their carriages in the field nearby the Moominvalley Community Center while the oxen were released from their harnesses to graze freely. Moominpapa helped The Snork, Sniff, William, and Snerf get the Community Center ready for the first performance on Friday with a passion. Word of the upcoming concert and the two week long series of daily performances spread throughout Moominvalley almost instantly. There was a lot of excitement and everyone was more than willing to pay the price of admission and provide food for Captain Herschel and his band. Snufkin was more excited than anyone else and approached Captain Herschel about performing on his harmonica with them the day after they made camp. Captain Herschel was more than happy to include him as it would be good for their reputation in Moominvalley.

The first performance was a smashing success. The crowd of villagers overflowed the Community Center, but The Snork had prepared for this possibility and had wired microphones on the stage to speakers mounted on the wall of the Community Center on either side of the main doors. Most of the villagers had brought their own folding chairs and were able to enjoy the performance as well as anyone inside the center.

Much to Captain Herschel’s surprise, taking the risk of including Snufkin in their performance was more than worth it. He knew all of the ballads and folk music in their repertoire. He even was able to join in ably in renditions of well known pieces of chamber music. Once Snufkin took the stage and the band began to play, he was transported to another world where there was only music. His happiness and hard life experiences came through his playing effortlessly.

Every night that Captain Herschel’s Traveling Band performed got better and better and Snufkin fitted in with them more and more naturally. For two weeks, everyone in Moominvalley was treated to superb music. The time for Captain Herschel and his band to leave came close faster than anyone wanted.

It was only three nights before the band was to leave when Moomintroll, Snork Maiden, Moomin, and Tayberry had a family meeting in the early afternoon on the verandah of Moominhouse with Snufkin to make a serious announcement.

“I haven’t forgotten a single word of the promise I made to you the night you fell in love with me, and I intend to keep all of them, and so does your entire family. If you need to go with Captain Herschel, we’ll all chase you if you want us to. We’ll make it work. If you need for us to stay here and await your return in the Spring, we will be your Spring, ready to welcome you back like a dove. Whatever you decide, we trust you and love you unconditionally, so don’t hesitate to do what will make you feel the happiest.” Said Moomintroll, and Snork Maiden, and the children nodded eagerly in agreement.

“You’re all way more than I ever deserved in my life!”, said Snufkin, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes, “I do miss the vagabond life from time to time. I met so many musicians just like Captain Herschel in my years of traveling. They were always my favorite part of my adventures. But, this family…my family…is my greatest adventure ever. I wouldn’t miss a single moment of it. I really appreciate your readiness to sacrifice so much for me! I know how hard you’ve worked to trust me so much! I could never leave you now!”, said Snufkin, crossing over to Moomintroll. Moomintroll stood up, and Snufkin raised up his snout and kissed him deeply and lovingly. The rest of Snufkin’s family rose and burst into spontaneous applause.

The End