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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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It's another smutty chapter.

Part 14: Desperation

“Quit touchin shit,” he mutters catching you as you try to masturbate. You thought he was sleep.

“Not when it’s mine to touch,” you counter, watching his back and waiting for him to show off. He doesn’t move as minutes pass. “Erik,” you whisper, “You’re not sleep. Why can’t you just let me borrow your tongue? You did it before.”

“Tongue machine broke. Dick machine up,” he mutters.

“NO. I want the tongue,” you reiterate.

“I know,” he says in a smiling voice that irks your soul. He knows his power.. But you're also sticking to yours.

"You can be so childish sometimes," you sigh getting up to take off the lingerie. It feels like such a waste.

“You the one with a puddle between your thighs still tryna control shit, it’s hilarious.”

You were fuming. You’d finally set your nerves aside to ask him for head, something you’d NEVER typically do just for the thickheaded negro to say NO.. Twice! It took you a while to come to an understanding as you stared at the polka-dotted lump beside you in disdain, only mildly embarrassed. You knew exactly what Erik wanted from you. He was playing a game that he expected to win by breaking you down until you relented to his sexual tyranny.

Your nostrils flare as you watch him sleep, his dreadhead smashed into the pillow. Thanks to his forced hydration, you’ve urinated enough times to fill an inflatable raft. Five times, your bladder has woken you and whispered up to your hand to slap fire out of him. The temptation has been great. The sixth time waking has you rushing to the toilet, groggy and irritated. You finally march out from the restroom slapping him on the shoulder and he doesn't stir. You shove him, his big body hardly moving, and he won’t open his eyes. He's that damn stubborn.

It's cool, I’ve got something for you, you nod. If he thinks your last move was bold, oh he'd see bold. Moving into the bathroom for a quick refresh of your nether-regions, you stick a careful finger up there to test it with a quick sniff and a quick taste. You're starting to think maybe you just don’t like the taste or mouth feel of bodily secretions in general. Looking in the mirror, you snatch your scarf off and adjust the PJ shorts and t-shirt you’d changed into after his threat. Although you wanted head, you weren’t ready for all of that extra that he wanted to do to you and you wouldn’t be intimidated into it. Erik's reign of tyranny would not commence.

Yours, however, would be effective immediately.

Watching your face in the bathroom mirror as you cackle soundlessly, mischief in your smile and intention, you turn to step from tile to carpet and pad silently back to the bed noting that Erik has not moved from that same spot that he's been buried in. That wicked smile stretches your face again. You've been a great pain in my ass, Stevens. It's my turn. You push down and kick off your shorts, not having underwear beneath and feeling the air. Suddenly this is all too real and you can feel your nerves kicking in, your heart racing. Whooshing out a calming breath, you blink and steel yourself. The A/C provides a low comforting hum in the background. No movement from Erik yet. Good. When you walk over to peek at his rugged yet youthful profile, still sleeping, you hesitate. The last time you woke him, he choked you on a reflex ingrained from his military days. You could still feel it when you thought about it. What would he do now, bite your clit off? Climbing gently back onto the bed, you throw your leg over his head and lower your pussy onto the side of his face that’s exposed, grinding. Spreading your lips, you make sure that your clit in particular wipes and grinds against his stubbly cheek. It feels good.. and bad at the same time but in the best way.

“Wake up,” you squirm. “Your country breakfast’s ready.” He still won’t move. “Eat it while it’s hot.” It's no later than 6 AM, but you've slept horribly and because of that it's time for him to pay.

He groans and breathes out deeply through his nose. “You got ya pussy on my face, ma?” His sleepy bass is so deep it makes you clench.

“I’ve got your breakfast on your face. Leftovers from last night that you’ve yet to finish. Aren’t you hungry?” Silence. You grind on his beard a bit more and wonder if he’s falling back asleep. Eventually you say ‘fuck it’ deciding to get yourself off using what you can access of his face.

“You nasty,” he mutters.

“And you’re allowing this to happen,” you contest, continuing your quest for an orgasm. His heavy hand collides against your bare ass cheek before gripping and rubbing it.

“Hella bold,” he sighs flipping over onto his back. “Go ‘head ride this tongue then.” His long pink tongue flops out and immediately the feeling amplifies. Now that he’s involved, he’s sucking and licking the right spots and making his tongue stiff for you to grind on and ride while you rock, grinding all over his lips, nose, mustache, and beard. When he snakes his arms around your thighs anchoring you down, you bite your lip containing a moan that threatens to spill. He knows what he's doing. He's got his soft lips clasped tightly on your clit and your mind goes blank, stalling like a frozen video on an old television with static. Suddenly he hums and oh my gosh... the vibrations go through you forcing your bottom lip free.

“Oh my God…”

“Mhm,” he hums, his tongue flicking for an added sensation that makes you leak. His lips suction off repeatedly with suction noises and every time, you feel yourself expand.

“Mmmmhh,” you moan breathing heavily, riding his face hard like it were a small mounted dildo or a stationary massager. “I’m gonna cum,” you gasp and he lifts you up off of his face right before you get there, flipping you onto your back. You can't stop your hips from moving as you stare up in anticipation.

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Erik's dick was hard enough to cut diamonds having been celibate for days. He hadn't even masturbated. She looked down on Y/N's body naked from the waist down. Her pussy was engorged and ready, her sticky nectar wetting her juicy inner thighs. Her eyes showed perfect submission, her chest rising and falling fast like she was in heat. He licked his lips swallowing so not to drool, crawling over top of her body, his hands grabbing hers and pinning them over her head. Her hair still smelled like every good oil and he inhaled the scent deeply, his nose at her neck. She always smelled good, he could count on it. He kissed her right there on the side of her extended neck, biting and sucking her skin softly as she panted softly in his ear, mewling like a kitten, her hips still moving desperately. He had her. As much as she'd protested, he knew it'd end up this way. It always did when he touched her like this. He chuckled, the soft skin of her throat luring him in and calling him back. Sitting up to look her in the eye, he kept a hold on her hands.

"Relax," he whispered watching her dark pupils dilate. "I'm a let you go now. I want you to get up. Get dressed. I'm taking you to breakfast and we're gonna enjoy the day." Instantly she thrashed, like he knew she would. She was pissed. It made him laugh and his head dipped down beside her neck as she shook in her tantrum. She was so mad.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME," she yelled, her lips balling like someone's mama telling them to put something back in the store. Erik was in hysterics.

"Nah, suffer, because you can't take it when someone does this shit to you. How long have you been telling me no? Hm?" She thrashed again trying to kick her legs, but it was a fruitless effort, she wasn't overpowering him. "Calm the hell down. I asked you a question, we can stay like this all morning. It's gonna suck when you gotta piss again."

"I don't know, a few times," she yelled.

"Tell the truth...," he cautioned, brows high.

"A LOT," she snapped.

"A while... See? You don’t like hearing no either! Being left to take care of your own needs when all your partner gotta do is give in? Annoying ain't it!? You see what the fuck you be putting me through?" She was seething, trying to intimidate him with a baby glare that only made him want to kiss her.. or break her. She didn't know what real malice was. She wasn't taking his words as seriously as she needed to and he was starting to lose his patience. The rougher dom was about to come through.

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You glare at him, thinking of yanking your body again to try to knee him in the balls because he won't let go! Your pussy is still clenching uncontrollably and independant of you and you've finally had enough. All you can really think is, "Fuck you, Erik. Fuck this room. Fuck your motherfuckin house. Fuck your stupid gotdamn rules!"

"I like that dirty ass mouth. You tryna kiss my dick with that mouth?"

"You're such an asshole, I don't know why I bother with your stupid confused ass! You don't even deserve it!" You jump again and he releases you a bit before slamming you down harder, restraining your wrists and and legs with his weight. You think of yelling again but then you see his eyes and your voice leaves.

That deep.. menacing.. ice cold, unpredictable, penetrating stare. All the warmth leaves your body at once replaced with a chill and for a second you wonder who.. or what.. you're actually dealing with. It's that look from that day at your apartment when something strong in you warned you to run. You can't tell if he's angry or detached, but you also can't look away. His mouth approaches your ear and you hold your breath, frozen, your eyes on what you can see of him.

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The sudden fear in her eyes made him check his expression. He had a bad habit of letting himself a little too loose with her. He was seeing her as prey. Hunt, chase, kill.

“I clearly remember telling yo ass these nuts ain’t free. I don’t give a damn how fine you are, you won’t get any nut off me until you beg me and I mean that shit. From the wells of yo mothafuckin soul, I wanna feel the conviction in your voice tingle in my balls.. until I say it’s enough. Then and only then will I give you what you need.. and trust me, sweetheart… You need this shit.”

Her back arched off the bed and he could feel her body tremble, her shoulders harlem shaking under him like she was cold. It came straight from her spine as he put his nose in the crook of her neck. Damn, she was sensitive.

“Don’t move,” he released her wrists to push down on her pubic bone. Her whole pussy was wet and it had spread to her thick and shining inner thighs. He slapped her pussy listening for her light gasp as she twitched before rubbing with his hand up and down the lips, massaging away the sting. “Wet ass pussy and you still playing.” His finger stroked up and down teasing her entrance feeling her clench before slipping inside to feel her. Her mouth opened and her eyelids went half-mast as he watched her dysfunctional pupils stare past him, seeing nothing. The wet, squishy flesh rubbing against his middle finger made his jealous dick twitch in his briefs. It was laying all up on her though his briefs, he knew she could feel it. He slipped in a second finger and it was instantly coated as his fingers pumped back and forth, curling to tap and stimulate her g-spot.

Her chest heaved and she exhaled a loud breath that tangled with a mangled moan, her lip wedged between her teeth. Her dumb ass was still holding back as her ass tried unsuccessfully to rise up from the bed.

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“You don’t even have a clue,” he sighs, humored by something. You keep your attention on his eyes unsure of what he��ll do next. The seconds feel like minutes as he stares through you as if reading a passage that’s inked onto your very soul. “You a fuckin brat. You know what that is? Hm?” You can feel his fingers stretch you apart and pull out only to push back in, stroking and stimulating your entrance and walls. When his rough thumb rubs over your swollen clit, it’s the sensation you’ve been subconsciously waiting for. That sweet spot. Your brain stalls again, an image stuck on stutter as your eyes roll and your eyelids blink rapidly. He knows exactly what he's doing.

“Look at me,” he orders gripping your jaw when you can't. “I said look at me. Open them pretty eyes.” His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your cheeks smushing them into a fish face that you don't have the energy to focus on. He’s never ceased his motion in your pussy and you just wanna cum. It’s right there, you can feel it close. His grip on your jaw tightens again and you force your eyes open to look up at him fighting the urge to close them.

“There you go focus them eyes on daddy. You gonna be a good girl?”

“Don’t stop. Don't you d-”

“Shut the fuck up, I'm controlling this shit. I control the pace and what we do.” He pulls his fingers out and you pout as they go directly into his mouth, his eyes still on yours. You feel yourself throb, missing the feeling of him already. “BEG. Show me how bad you want that nut.” You bite your lip. “I'm not buying it,” he whispers in a sing-song voice.

“Dude,” you whine, “I've been horny out of my mind since last night, I'm dying! Do that thing you did before with your tongue... Please, please make me cum already,” you moan, with your eyes set on his. You still remember when he edged you in your own room and left you aching for release. “Please finish!”

“We in the same boat and I'm not used to dry spells... You on the right path though. Let that freak loose,” he whispers holding your face in his hands, his thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip.

“You’re turning me the fuck on right now and I’m already soaked.”

“Mm..” He licks his lips giving you flashbacks.

“Please..”

The more you talk, the closer her gets. He has that look again.. but it's contained his time. Not so scary. He's adapting.. to you. You can't help but feel a little proud.

“Grab my dick. Pull it out… What it feel like?”

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“Lead..” she scoffs, “A velvet bookend.”

“...Why are you like this?” Erik shook his head, humored as her feminine fingers roamed up and down his shaft. He watched her as she bit the inside of her full bottom lip, looking up at him, her almond eyes falling all over his body in admiration as he stood shirtless with his locs free. He made his pecs dance and a fire brightened in her eyes. He could feel desire palpable and radiating from the brown goddess, her hips wide and rounding out into thick brown thighs.. the picture of perfection. She was still touching him in wonder and he caught the spark of an idea in her eyes. What you finna try, little girl?

“Let me suck it, please... Daddy?” That was the keyword. He knew she was smart. “Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad.”

Oh word?

“Put it in your mouth.” He was willing to bet money that she didn't know how to suck dick right. Usually, that would be a huge dealbreaker but somehow when it came to her, he always had the patience. He was confident in her ability to master anything she put her mind to. She put the tip in her mouth and sucked.

“Lick the shaft, up and down the sides,” he said watching her tongue flatten and glide up and down. “Spit on it. Make it sloppy. More of that,” he pointed out when she drooled spit onto him. She licked up and down the underside of his dick before returning the head to her mouth.

“If you bite me that's yo ass. Go ahead and suck that dick.” The longer she went, the more into she got, looking up at him through her lashes. “You tryna make daddy buss?” Her head bobbed in an affirmative, her tight lips and soft wet mouth enveloping him in warmth. Drool dripped down his shaft making him feel appreciated.

“Your life’s purpose as of right now is to please daddy as Daddy's lil angel. Convince me that you've given in completely to your role.” He rested his hands behind his back as she incorporated the use of her hands on his base. “You learn fast, baby.” The praise made her go harder. It made the head sloppier as she swirled her head around his head. He could tell she was loving it. “Twist your hands, like a pepper grinder,” he breathed, feeling like that nigga. “Keep sucking it. More, just like that.. yeaah, until I'm completely satisfied… Oh shit..” She was doing it a little too well now.

“You did this before?”

She shook her head no with a proud smile.

“My little genius.. lick them balls. Keep stroking my dick.”

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You sucked, and licked, and stroked, and drooled as the more you did it, the more you wondered if you were doing it right. Would he ever cum? What was taking so long? He looked like he was enjoying it and you could hear his moans that had you dripping, but still no cum.

“If you think I’m that easily assuaged you must not know daddy like that,” he says suddenly reading your mind. “Surprise, my love,” he chuckles, “This shit stay hard like a jolly rancher. You gotta work harder.” You can feel it thumping in your mouth, his heartbeat. “Mm.. Do you want it down your throat baby? You want that big dick down your little throat?”

“Mhm.. mhm,” you mumble, mouth full.

“Say it. With the dick in your mouth, beg me.”

“Ah awhn ha hi hahee..,” he stares down and you add, “How hi hoat, hahee hees.”

“That’s my big girl.” You don't know how he understood you. “That’s how you ask for this dick. That’s how you get what you want. Tap my leg if you feel like you gonna throw up. We don't do that.” His dick slides back toward your throat. You can feel him pass your tonsils and you grab his thighs pulling him closer. You have no gag reflex. Surprise, nigga.

“SHIT BITCH,” he roars, cackling at the ceiling before he unleashes fire, throatfucking your face. Spit flies from your mouth and you can feel your nose run as his grip stays hard on the back of your head. You still need to breathe. “Look at me... Oooh shit. Eyes watering. I'm taking your fucking soul. Leave it on this dick, you don't need it.” When he pulls out, you pant with a thick line of drool down your chin and runny snot mixed with tears on your top lip. He goes to the bathroom to bring back tissue, wiping your nose and top lip clean. You still have drool galore.

“Spit that back on my dick... Now suck it,” he hisses, “Hands down don’t wipe it. Look at me and tell me what's rule three?”

If you own it it's yours and you'll do whatever the fuck you want with it. You mumble it around his dick as best as you can.

“I've been so damn patient, spoiling you. I ain't do half the shit I could've done to you. You were basically free. Now you don’t have a fuckin choice. I'm taking what's mine. If I hear a wait, stop, or no, I'm fucking you harder. Nod if you understand.” You nod and he pushes you off of his dick lifting you and tossing you back onto the bed before dropping over top of you. Your knees lift and you cover your face as they get pushed back out of the way, your ankles guided over his large shoulders. “Look down. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

“I- w- LET ME SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT.”

“I don't wanna hear it, I already know! You look at the girls I fuck and you scared I’m a fuck you just like that, all rough and shit. Am I right? You scared I’m a slide this dick a lil too deep in that wet ass pussy.. hit it too good.. flip that switch and trigger something crazy. Newsflash, I already know you a freak.” His smirk is accusatory.

“Look! All I'm saying is.. slamming whatever amount of inches that is,” you point to the slimy monster that was just in your throat, “Into a 4 inch deep cavern is reckless and excessive. You’re a mathematician, Mr. Statistics, do the math on that. I’m not Cierra and my vagina has WALLS. You can’t just run through WALLS and what you won’t do is dog my pussy out. Save that energy for Ms. Bitch or whatever you named her. Ain’t no preparation in the world enough for all that.”

“You telling me how to give dick now? I give good dick on the regular. Yo ass never had it. How you gonna tell me,” he laughs. His dick pushes into you catching you off guard and sits at your pulsing entrance, heavy. “SHIT..,” you both gasp at once. He stalls allowing you to adjust. You can feel him throb as you squeeze, his eyes shut. Then he opens them, renewed anger on his face. “Oh I’m a fuck this pussy up.. Goddammit.. I'm a fuck you how you know deep down you need to be fucked and you gone take the shit like a champ.”

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He went deeper as she slapped and shoved at his chest, arms, and stomach trying to keep him still. He'd already gotten a taste. It was too late. He slid deeper and she groaned, whimpering and whining between heavy breaths. “You finna cry,” he teased lowering his body down onto hers as his hips grinded into hers. “I got you. Go ‘head cry. Cry for daddy.” On cue her tears fell and he licked them as they slid past the outer corners of her eye, down the side of her face. Salt. He bit her quivering bottom lip as she moaned loudly, scratching his back with her nails. She couldn't control her volume, it was up and down, high pitched. "Way-way-wait," she gasped, pushing once she realized her mistake. "NO, WAIT!" His response was to slam his dick into her, over and over... stomach to stomach. She screamed and beat his back and arms with her fists while trying to squirm away. He kissed her neck, whispering in her ear. “Where you think you bout to go? You ain't going nowhere. You gone fuckin hate me. Then you gone love me.” Her nails dug roughly into his flesh and he knew he was bleeding, but it ain't phase him. He bottomed out listening as she whispered every profane word she knew.

"I feel you tryna nut. You think you deserve it?"

"Yess!" That was the only clear thing she said, the rest was unintelligible gibberish but he understood the spirit of it.

"Beg me for that nut," he grinned. He knew he was being aggravating. He planned to let her nut regardless. He was close himself. She begged and he could feel the urgency in her voice. She was so scared he'd pull out and leave her like that. Not this time though. She came hard, wailing, back to back her orgasms came... Her face and her eyes were stuck. He chuckled.

“Fuck.. you, mother..fucker, I hate you,” she cried breathlessly when she could finally talk.. an on and on.

“Your pussy ain't get that message. Listen to her.." The loud smacking in the air made his point. "She say FUCK you, she happy!” She was so wet, he could fill a cup. The loud smacking noise drove him crazy. “Make me wait all this fuckin time. You gone gimme my shit.” He lifted, flipping her over onto her stomach. “Toot that ass up. Spread your knees.”

She went straight to it and he sunk his dick into her pressing into her arch to deepen it.

“Oh you love this dick now,” he smirked, “Annoying ass brat. You know you irk the fuck outta me sometimes? You could've been had this dick, but you like to play. You like to tease a nigga till he grab you by your hair..” He gripped her kinky hair in his fist. “And fucks you till you can't think.. That's what you want?” Her moans were unceasing. He slapped her ass cheek watching it jiggle. "Words."

"Nnnmmmhh... Oh my God.."

"Come nut on this dick then." He fucked her roughly and she when she came yet again, the tears and whimpering returned full force. "Feel good?" Her body shook. He watched her spasm. Yeah, she was feeling good. Now it was his turn to chase a nut.

He fucked her like her name was Cierra and she'd broken ten rules, his hand gripping the back of her neck and her face in the comforter. He fucked her like he'd just lost a friend from a hit that went wrong and didn't have a chance to feel it. All of his anger and frustration and regret went into her pussy until he was sweating buckets and grunting.

She'd stopped moving. He looked down suddenly fearful, his heart skipping a beat.. slowing his stroke down a bit. "Y/N?.. Angel?"

She shuddered, blowing out a tired breath and her ass jumped in a twitch. He sighed in relief as he increased his pace again.

She panted desperately. Say no if you want, he laughed to himself. She couldn't talk.

"I'm a fuckin marry you," he gaped in awe. "I thought yo ass was dead. Hold up," he smirked, hand still dripping the back of her neck. "Daddy finna power up.. yeaah," he chuckled listening to her whimper. "Missed time, my angel... This yo fuckin fault..," he breathed staving off his nut with a grunt. "..Yo fuckin fault."

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troominmoll · 5 years

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"i feel like being bitter and listing off all the things that the 90s show changed about the original stories" as a relative newcomer to moomin-related stuff, i'm curious... what *did* the 90s show change??

*rubs hands because I love being insufferable*

(Minor disclaimer that this is mostly done in good nature. I understand almost every show that is adapted from existing content is gonna change stuff to suit their story-telling needs. But I am annoyed that some who praise the 90s anime think the new series is bad simply for doing things differently when that show, and nearly every one prior to it, has also put their own spin on things.)

There are 24 episodes of Tanoshii Moomin Ikka (plus a movie) based on the books by Tove Jansson, and I think 11 based on the comic strips she wrote. It would take a long time to cover every single detail in every single episode, so I am mainly going to discuss those that have changes I find more significant, disappointing, personally distressing, or just plain baffling.

(A second disclaimer: I have not read any entire comic stories past the point where Tove stopped working on them. There are some episodes based on strips created exclusively by her brother Lars, The Vampire and Artists in Moominvalley being two examples. I will be skipping those, as well as Bouken Nikki episodes, as I have yet to thoroughly watch each one on account of so few being based on Tove’s work and the headaches they induce lmao. Nitpicks from fans who have read Lars’ strips in full are welcome.)

Now without further ado, let the fussing begin~

01 Spring in Moominvalley: This follows the basic storyline from the first two chapters of Finn Family, but with some notable changes. Snufkin at this point woke up from hibernation along with the rest of the family, Little My had yet to be introduced, and Snork - a child like the rest of the main cast - lived with his sister and the rest of the kids in the Moominhouse. The entire subplot of him being an inventor is merely an invention of the anime.

Moomintroll, in the book, spends a lot more time in transformed body. As he believes his friends are playing a new game when they fail to recognize him, he makes up a story about being “The King of California”. He repeatedly pretends to insult Moomin (himself), and in a touching display of devotion his own friends beat him up to defend his honour.

02 The Magic Hat: Continuing on with a scene based on the later half of chapter 2, we see Moomin rescue Snorkmaiden from the Ant Lion, and along with Snufkin, decide to trap him in the magical hat. In the original story however, Moomin and Snork trap the him. This was rather unprovoked, though Moomin cites a moment from a previous book (read all about it in The Moomins and the Great Flood!) where the Ant Lion allegedly kicked sand in Mamma’s eyes. The gang then takes the hat back inside for more “experiments”, and after making a mess, the adults decide it best to dispose of the hat in the river.

Much like in the story, the hat is soon recovered by Moomin and Snufkin, though a chapter where they hide it in a cave and and end up frightening the Muskrat (who uses it as a shelf for his dentures) is absent. It then continues to the scene where Moominhouse is briefly overgrown with plants. Aside from this happening sooner than it did in the book, and the premature appearance of the Hobgoblin, and the missing Mameluke hunt, and the part where all the children play in the jungle, I think it’s pretty true to that chapter!

03 Discovery of a Wrecked Ship: First off, I wanna say I��m mostly including this episode on my list just to make it clear that Snufkin’s random sexist comments towards Snorkmaiden and Little My are missing from the book. There is a chapter where him and Moomin go ambling up some rocks, but “the girls” are thankfully absent from this scene.

So then they discover an abandoned boat and the rest of the episode is padded with scenes where they repair it. A charming spectacle, I’m sure, but also absent from the book as the boat they find is already in pristine condition. Shame that Snufkin never got to share his idea for the ship’s name, (it was Lurking Wolf aha ha ha) but that might be for the best.

07 The Suitcase: As seen in episode 06, Thingumy and Bob arrived in Moominvalley. They bring with them stolen goods and and the mother of Grimace, who seeks to recover said goods. Snufkin, once again letting everyone down, decides that a gentle female should speak to them about the contents of their suitcase and soon Snorkmaiden is assigned to the task. Instead the book features a trial sequence, which really helps hammer in the metaphor. Everyone takes part and Sniff acts as prosecutor of behalf of the Groke, who appears and is willing to trade the treasure in exchange for the magical top hat (NOT a pretty scallop).

08 The Hobgoblin’s Magic: Moomin hears that his wondrous wooden woman has washed up on the shores of Moominvalley. But when he rushes to the beach, he finds nothing but sand and disappointment waiting for him. This sends him spiraling into a brief yet no less deep depression which is cured only when Thingumy and Bob share their contents of their secret suitcase. The novel was much more reasonable however. He was saddened by the loss of Snufkin who had skipped the valley for the first time, promising (as we all know) to return on the first day of Spring.

And then there is a fabulous summer party thrown by the family after the recovery of Moominmamma’s handbag. This part is true to the story, at the very least. But the party in the book is much more fantastical, with dancing, music (from America of all places), punch served in darling sea shells, and everyone - right down to the tiniest forest critter - is invited, and gets to make a wish when the magic man arrives.

09 An Invisible Friend / 10 The Invisible Child: I wouldn’t say that these episodes, featuring the famous character from Tales of Moominvalley, have any life-ruining changes from the original story. But since no episode is complete without a bit of drama, or a pointless cameo from Snufkin, a scene where Stinky traps Ninny with the intention of having her assist in his robberies has been written in. And Little My’s comment regarding the aunt in the English dub, where she states “I hope you told her she hurt Ninny’s feelings!” seems uncharacteristically gentle in comparison to her asking if Too-Ticky “bashed her head in”.

13 The Last Dragon on Earth: As mentioned in the entry above, some episodes will include new subplots or elements for the sake of drama and action. This episode is another example of that, but otherwise it has only minor tweaks. Snufkin states that “the cards” have told him he should leave Moominvalley early if he catches x number of such-and-such a fish, but that storyline is exclusive to this show.

14 Our Neighbor is a Touch Teacher: This episode is based on snippets of the comic strip “Moominmamma’s Maid”, but scraps the storyline containing the titular character from the strip, which is nearly all of it. Instead, it is entirely focused on the Moomin’s new neighbor, Mrs Fillyjonk, a strict and uptight mother of three.

After the Moomin’s welcome party leaves Mrs Fillyjonk fearing for her life, she forbids her children from playing with the Moomin brood. They sneak away anyway. A bunch of death defying stunts happen, courtesy of Stinky. Mrs Fillyjonk plans to leave the valley, but the kids have none of that. This is almost an original story, save for the existence of a party.

16 A Close Encounter with Aliens: Once again we have an episode based on the comics. It follows the basic plotline of the Moomins caring for a stranded Martian child. But a lot of wackiness was cut for time, including invisible Moomins pranking valley residents, a flying fire brigade, and Moomin shrinking down with Mamma, who later bites a Fillyjonk child. Time used for an inserted chase scene with Stinky (one of many across the tv series) feels could’ve been better spent on some of the fun stuff mentioned in my previous sentence.

17 A Change of Air: And yet another comic-based episode, this one taken from “Moomin and Family Life”, which happens to be my personal favourite comic so this analysis may sound bitterer than others. The episode cuts the beginning of the strip, where we see a lonely parent-less Moomin contemplate suicide before being reunited with his long lost Moominmamma and Moominpappa. The comic is a completely different entity from the books and adjustments must be made, so this decision is understandable. But the following choice? Less so.

The episode instead starts with Pappa complaining that nothing exciting ever happens, and I won’t remind him of the events from episode 16 because everyone brings that up. Stinky overhears plans of doing something to entertain him, and during the night makes a set of giant footprints leading to the sea. Whereas in the comic strip, the “giant” prints are innocently left by Snufkin who was wearing boot too big for he gotdamn feet. He nearly perishes for this grave mistake.

Strips where Moominmamma and Moominpappa hang out in a cave, Moomin sheds a few tears tears, and Snufkin offers some half hearted words of comfort provide a basis for following scenes in the episode. But antics with Moomin and friends trying to foil Aunt Jane, who angrily travelled to the Moominhouse after being pranked by Pappa, are sadly missing.

24 Hurry Up Snufkin: The part where Snufkin meets and later names the forest creature Teetywoo, is based on the short story “The Spring Tune”. There are many potential gripes one can have about such a brief scene.

A lot of the dialogue between the two characters reflects what is said in the short story, but what the episode sorely lacks are Snufkin’s feelings. Gone are his shouts and snaps, his grumpiness about being disturbed, his regret when he lashes out, his desperation to find Teetywoo again. His famous line “I’ll come when it suits me” is “cried violently”, making me wonder how it ever became an inspirational quote (oh wait I know). In favour of portraying Snufkin as cool and chill, the anime sometimes ends up making him look more like an emotionless bump on a log.

The plotline of Snufkin being late to return because he is trying to compose a new song has been cut, on account of either his lack of talent or lack of music budgeting.

25 The Lighthouse / 26 The Day the Lighthouse Lit Up: These episodes actually combine elements of two different stories: the comic strip “Moomin and the Sea”, and the similarly titled novel “Moominpappa at Sea”. Lacking most of the typical shenanigans from the strips, or bleak themes from the book, these episodes feel more like a slightly above-average family outing.

The episodes seems to lean more towards the comic, where Moominpappa takes on the job of lighthouse keeper as inspiration for his writing, and Moomin is terrorised by an equally frightened ghost. Too-Ticky unfortunately is missing from the episodes, alone with the scenes where she shares some spooky suggestions with the spectre, and where Snorkmaiden fakes her own drowning to help Moomin feel brave.

Borrowing from the books, we meet both the former lighthouse keeper and a little boy named Toft, who apparently got very lost on his way to auditions for a “Moominvalley in November” episode. The episode scraps the element from the book of Moominpappa making the entire family miserable because he has some deluded fantasy about protecting and providing for them on his own, as well as a heart wrenching subplot involving the Groke, which I will not spoil for those considering reading it. But know this: there will be tears.

28 The Floating Theatre / 29 The Lost Children / 30 Midsummer: This three-parter is based on “Moominsummer Madness”, which is kind of an interesting book. Taking place smack dab in the middle of the series, we see it move away from the more lighthearted tones of the early stories, and begin the shift towards the less fantastical and more serious themes of the later books. But it isn’t quite there yet. And being written around the time Tove still worked on the comic series, some parts of the book would not seem out of place if drawn in her strips.

The most noticeably difference between the original story and anime episodes is the change of the cast. With the number of characters and subplots happening at once in the book, it was inevitable that some unlucky sod would get scrapped from the story - three sods in fact, by the names of Mymble, Misabel, and Whomper. Sniff is inserted into the story, and references to Mr Fillyjonk, the stage manager and Emma’s late husband, are removed.

Snufkin and My’s subplot is changed and cut quite short, beginning with the element of the two not knowing each other. His assault on the park keeper seems to be done for the sake of rescuing the children more or less imprisoned in the park, but book Snufkin simply took joy in breaking the law. The episode lacks great scenes of him trying to take care of the 24 little children; doing things like making silly noises, threatening to drown himself, and exposing them to second hand smoke.

With a small handful of characters missing, the plot of the play Moominpappa writes greatly differs from the book. And say goodbye to the ending chapter, where the reunited Moomin family flees the police and gets chased all the way back to Moominvalley.

45 Moomin Builds a House: This episode is based on the comic of the same title. Although it cuts the story quite short, what is left in is relatively close to the original. Except for the insertion of Snufkin, but I am not offended because that adorable laugh made his appearance worthwhile.

59, 63, 68 Adventures of Moominpappa: And here we get to the episodes based on “The Exploits of Moominpappa”. The first few changes I’d like to point out are a little less notable. As Mrs Fillyjonk was already more established in the show, the Hemulen aunt becomes a Fillyjonk. Edward is a silent character, the Nibling child that Pappa and co look after is absent, and everyone gets real ugly colour palettes.

Next, as you may know, the original books don’t really follow a solid timeline and canon changes in between stories. So in an attempt to make more sense, the young Mymble that Moomin meets is Little My’s mother, rather than her sister. But strangely, Moominpappa’s other friends are no longer the parents of Sniff and Snufkin. Why those two were still so enraptured by listening to his story is unclear.

Comet in Moominland: Finishing off the list is a movie based on the story of the same name. Being the first in what is considered the “main” book series, there are bound to be differences in how characters are written. But there is no difference here more worth talking about than Snufkin.

As I’ve already mentioned before, he is portrayed in the anime as more relaxed. He is the older and most mature member of Moomin’s group of friends, and tends to be reserved in expressing his emotions. For the sake of presenting Snufkin as a responsible figure, he never teaches the gang his favourite game: rolling boulders down cliffs, an activity which almost results in multiple casualties. We never hear his story about disrespecting a police officer, and his subsequent prison break.

But Snufkin in the earlier books is very much a child like the rest of the main cast. He is playful and talkative, being described as bringing “gaiety” to their adventure, and is always thrilling his friends with epic tales from his travels. He is not shy about expressing himself, he is shown to have some sadness about having no parents and cries his wee heart out upon sees the dried up ocean.

Other changes may seem more innocuous by comparison, snipping a party scene and river raft ride, and including Little My. But with the lack of a noticeable personality for a key character, and some of the action scenes, much of the movie just feels like a boring hike home.

In short, yeah. As you can see I’m pretty passionate on this subject, especially when it comes to Snufkin’s characterisation. Anyone who wishes to discourse Moomins with me is welcome.

#ok most of this was meant to be written funny and it was fun for me #but you can probably tell which points i got more carried away #there were a few episodes i wouldve covered ex aunt jane but i dont enjoy them as much and couldnt make their entries funny #moomin #mine #Anonymous

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