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chairmoss1 · 3 years

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aaa this isn’t a request but I’d love to hear more bout your moomin ocs!!! 👉👈 ur designs are super good!!

ofc!!! here we go!! this might be a long post tho ^^;

so first, we have penny! penny is the daughter of little my & snorkmaiden! she's the eldest of 3 siblings! overall, she's more similar to little my, from colour scheme, to personality! she's very grumpy, but she's very sweet deep down! very mischievous as well, loves to play around and pull pranks on people! as a child she was a really noisy kid. cried and threw tantrums very often! she did like to play a lot, and she was very energetic! later on, when snorkmaiden and my decide to have more kids, she matures a bit, and becomes a little protective over her siblings. later on she moved out when shes around 23, and, like snufkin, decides to leave and travel around the valley. she never liked the idea of hibernating, so instead, she decided to take up exploring and travelling. she always liked exploring, since she was very young, but she wasn't allowed outside alone for too long because she got lost often. anyway! when she moves out, and decides to take up travelling, she meets toffee in her travels, and they become very good friends! :) that's all i really planned for her, but i do change lore a lot. heres a pic for anyone that doesn't know how she looks like!:

now lets move on to dandelion! dandelion is the middle sibling from 3 siblings. overall, he's more similar to snorkmaiden! color scheme wise, he's a little darker. while penny is 100% a snork, dandelion is a mix between a mymble and a snork! you can rlly tell this at 1st sight because of his antennae, which he obviously got from my! as a kid he was always really, really chill. when he was born, he had to deal with penny being super playful and energetic around him, which he didn't like because of his chill attitude, and overall he got tired easily. dandelion grows up to be a really sweet farmer! he moves out, but he's a momma's boy, so he just moves a few hills down from his parents' home, just to keep the closeness to his family. he moves out when hes 25. once he's settled into his new home, one spring, penny comes back home, but she brings toffee along with her! dandelion immediately falls head over heels for toffee. toffee seemed a little uninterested at first, but after becoming friends and working on dandelion's farm together, they start to date! heres a pic of dandelion!

finally we move on to the last sibling, which is marble! she's the youngest, but, she's adopted. i don't really know what species she is, and i don't have any refs of her rn, (will probably update with proper refs tomorrow), but i would say shes just a really long moomintroll. basically she's one of those background critters that look like moomins but with prominent mouths on the front of their snouts. anyway! she has adhd, and during her younger years, she was mostly nonverbal. she was a really sweet and playful kid, and she was specially attached to penny, since they were both really playful! marble grows up to be a postman, and knows her way around moominvalley very well. since i dont have any refs, ill just describe her for now! like i said, she's always been really tall, since her childhood! when she was born, she had really big, floppy ears, which had to be put in a bun or ponytail so she wouldn't trip over them. when she grows older, she grows into her ears, but they still remain very long! her fur is very, very soft. when she was a baby, her fur was a deep and dark shade of brown, which slowly lightens to a beige colour as she grows older. she also has a lot of light, soft brown spots all over her, kind of resembling a dalmatian! that's all i haver for her, since i never rlly got to flesh her out more!

finally we're gonna move to toffee!! toffee is a mymble and snork mix as well, and he's a butch lesbian! (dandelion is butch too!) he's a scientist, and very good friends with snork! they tend to share ideas for lots of projects. toffee specialises in plants, mostly. personality wise, hes a tough guy. he doesn't open up easily, but hes really sweet when you make your way into his heart. he's very kind and enjoys helping others, but enjoys being alone as well. he's also a little introverted.

he meets penny in a science fair, in early spring! her & toffee quickly become very close, simply because toffee liked the mischievous attitude penny had. then, when he decides to travel with penny back home, he meets dandelion! at first, he had a huge crush on dandelion. he did like to act like he wasn't interested, though, to impress him! :) he takes a very long time to warm up to the idea of approaching and befriending dandelion, but he ends up befriending dandelion after he told him he worked on a farm, and was near lots of plants to study. toffee spends around two years with dandelion, to the point where they share the same home and live together. finally, dandelion works out the courage to ask him out, and they start dating! :) that's all i have for him! here's a pic of him, if someone made it this far!:

thats all for now! thank u if u made it this far :0...

#my ocs #asks #long post #lol sorry for info dumping!!

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springtime-in-moominvalley · 5 years

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A Visitor in Moomin Valley

Summary - When Moomin encounters an invisible person in the woods, it’s up to the Moomin household to try and make them visible again.

Word count - 2,732

Author’s note - hhh I don’t really write a lot of fanfics and I certainly don’t publish any of them but this took me a good couple days so I figured I would share it? uH please go easy on me aa

Also this has a character who’s invisible and uhh if that makes you uncomfy then I’m sorry!

“Mama! mama!” the sound of her son calling her name made Mama's ears perk up. She looked up from her knitting and over the veranda to see Moomin running towards her.

“Yes, Moomin? What is it?” Mama's knitting was set aside, and she stood to meet her son as he made his way up the stairs.

“Mama! I!” Moomin stopped to catch his breath. “I found someone in the woods!”

“You found someone?” It was strange, normally when Moomin wanted to introduce a friend to Mama, he brought them with him. “Well, where are they?”

“They're here!” Mama was confused. She looked around, but she didn't see anyone until her eyes landed on Moomin's hand. He was holding the hand of someone who didn't seem to be there.

“Oh my..” Mama was dumbstruck. Moomin was a bit old for imaginary friends, wasn't he..? Regardless, she held out her hand. “Hello there, I'm Moominmama-” Mama jumped when a hand shook hers. She definitely wasn't expecting that. “What's.. your name?”

“I don't think they speak,” Moomin said. “I tried to talk to them in the forest.”

Mama set her confusion aside and smiled politely. “Well, they can speak when they feel ready to. In the meantime, how about you two come in for some tea?”

Moomin began to follow mama, but his new friend stayed behind. Moomin smiled at them. “You can come in, it's alright.” There was a moment of hesitation at first before the stranger slowly walked into the house.

~~~

“Most peculiar, indeed!" Papa exclaimed, studying the unseen person sitting in the chair next to his.

“Do you know why they're invisible, papa?” Moomin asked as Mama went around, giving everyone a cup of freshly brewed tea.

“I'm afraid not,” Papa shook his head. “In all my years, I've never seen anything like this.”

Little My stood on the table and got close to the stranger. “Of course you've never seen anything like this, there's nothing to see!”

“Now now, let's give our new guest some space,” Mama said. Little My pouted and walked over to a chair, hopping off the table, while Mama reached for her grandmother's book of home remedies, and began to flip through it. “Oh dear..”

“Did you find something, my love?” Papa asked looking up from his own reading.

“I believe I have, but..”

“What is it, Mama?” Moomin asked, growing a bit worried.

“It's nothing, dear, this recipe just seems a little difficult is all-” Mama set the book aside. “I'll have to make it tonight, in the meantime, I have something that might help us see our new guest a little better.” Mama retrieved her knitting, including a soft, yellow scarf that was nearly completed.

“The chill of winter still hasn't left us,” Mama said as she began to finish the scarf, “Perhaps this will help.” She placed it on the table in front of the stranger, who hesitantly grabbed it, and tried to tie it around their neck.

“Splendid idea, darling!” Papa exclaimed. Mama grinned, before noticing that her new guest was having trouble with the scarf.

“Here, allow me,” Mama knelt in front of their chair, and gently tied the scarf around the stranger's neck.

~~~

That very morning, the Moomin house had another visitor.

“Too-ticky!” Mama exclaimed.

“Hello, Moominmama!” Too-ticky greeted, embracing Mama. “How are you?”

“I'm wonderful, do come in,” Too-ticky did so, thanking Mama as she entered the home. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I'm afraid I'm missing someone,” The two made their way to the kitchen, where Too-ticky took a seat at the table.

“You're missing someone? Well, what do they look like? We can ask around Moomin Valley…” Mama offered, as she prepared a pot of coffee.

“It's a little hard to describe them, you see-” Too-ticky was interrupted by the sound of footsteps walking into the kitchen. “Ah! You found them!” Mama turned around to see Too-ticky looking at their invisible guest.

“Oh, Good morning dear, would you like some coffee? I assume you've met Too-ticky,” Mama asked. She poured one cup for Too-ticky, and another for her guest, who slowly walked to Mama's side, and took it.

“My, my! It looks like you've been taking good care of this young lad, mama!” Too-ticky said.

“Well, I couldn't let them stay out while it's still cold-” Mama followed Too-ticky's line of sight and let out a gasp. “Oh my, your boots!”

Where Mama's guest had nothing yesterday, a pair of weathered boots stood. Too-ticky beamed with excitement.

“That's a good sign! If they're turning visible this quicky, they must feel quite safe here!”

“Too-ticky, do you happen to know why they're invisible in the first place?” Mama asked. Too-ticky nodded solemnly and placed her cup of coffee on the table.

“You see, when someone's very afraid, they might think it's safer to not be seen or heard, so they turn invisible.” She sighed. “I don't know much about this one, I found them in a box while I was on a stroll. The poor thing was shivering, and I tried to take them back to my home, but I lost them..” As Too-ticky recounted the events, Mama could see sadness in her eyes.

“Well, it's a good thing they were found, then,” Mama turned her attention to her guest. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Hopefully they will be, in due time,” Too-ticky chimed in. “But until then, is it alright if I ask a favor of you, Moominmama?”

“Hm? What would you like me to do?” Mama asked, wanting to help Too-ticky and the invisible guest as much as she could.

“Well, would you mind letting them stay with you a bit longer?” Too-ticky twiddled her thumbs. “I feel like you and your family could help them get better in no time at all.”

“Of course, we'd love to help,” Mama said.

“Thank you, Moominmama, I really appreciate it,” Too-ticky smiled.

“It's the least I can do. Now, who wants breakfast?”

~~~

“I don't get it!” Little my crossed her arms. “How come we only get to see some silly ol' boots, huh? I wanna know what the rest of them looks like!”

“We must be patient, Little My,” Moomin said, “Too-ticky said things like this take time.”

“Well I don't have time for patience! I wanna see them now!” Little My got close to their guest, who shrank away in turn.

“Little My, you're scaring them!” Moomintroll scolded, placing an arm around the guest. “Nevermind her, Little My isn't as bad once you get to know her,”

“Hey!” Little My interjected, “I'm not bad, I'm just curious!”

~~~

As the days grew warmer, Moomin grew increasingly worried about his friend. Sure, they had been getting a lot better- you could see their clothes and their tail!- but they still weren't speaking. In his attempt at remedying that, Moomin tried to spend as much time with them as possible.

On one such day, the two found themselves on the bridge over the stream. As per usual, Moomin did most of the talking.

“Sometimes I like to skip rocks on the steam. Have you ever done that?” The hat that sat atop his friend's head moved left, then right- a no. “You haven't? Well, I could teach you if you want, would you like that?” Their hat bobbed up and down. Moomin stood up and took his friend's hand. “Well then, follow me! We can look for stones together!” He led his friend off the bridge to look for stones.

“The trick is to find stones that are mostly flat, and not too big,” Moomin's friend held up a stone for Moomin's assessment. “Yeah, like that!” The stone was placed under their hat for safekeeping. “Let's go find some more!”

~~~

The two spent that afternoon skipping rocks. Moomin's friend had trouble at first, but they soon got the hang of it, much to Moomin's surprise. “Wow! I've never met such a quick learner!” Moomin exclaimed, “Do you wanna see who can skip the farthest?” their hat bobbed up and down excitedly.

“Okay! We'll throw the stones on the count of three! One.. two.. three!” Moomin tossed his stone with as much strength as he could muster.

Which, consequently, made him lose his balance, causing him to tumble into the stream.

Moomin let out an alarmed yelp before being submerged in the water. He quickly swam to the top. His friend was looking over the bridge, frozen in place. Their shoulders began to shake.

“H-hey! it's alright! I'm not hurt or any-” Moomin was interrupted by a quiet chuckle coming from the guest. “Wh- are you.. laughing?” He was surprised, but he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed that they were laughing at him.

“I'm sorry, I just-” their voice was soft, and a bit weak from not having been used.

“No, no! It's okay but! You're speaking!” Moomin exclaimed.

“Huh?” They seemed surprised. “So I am!”

“This is wonderful!” Moomin held their hands. “We have to show the others!”

~~~

“Well it's about time!” Little My huffed. “How does it feel, knowing that they only started speaking to laugh at you!”

“Hey!” Moomin glared at Little My.

“I'm just glad that they finally found their voice,” Papa said. “Communication will be much easier now!”

“Indeed,” Mama set a cup of tea down in front of their guest. “Here you are, dear, this should make speaking a bit easier.” Her guest took the cup.

“Thank you, Moominmama,” they took a sip. “I owe a lot to you and your family,”

“Oh, not at all, dear.” Mama smiled. “It's really no trouble.”

“Is there.. anything I can do to repay you?” They asked. Mama chuckled.

“Maybe you could start by giving us your name,” Mama said.

“My name?” They thought for a moment. “Right, my name, it's.. Snufkin,”

“Snufkin!” Moomin grinned. “That's a very nice name!”

“It's nice to have something to call you by, Snufkin!” Papa let out a hearty laugh.

Snufkin and the Moomin family spent that night sharing stories and talking to each other. Moomin learned a lot about Snufkin, even if he didn't say much. He was a musician and a traveler, and he'd seen many things despite only being about Moomin's age! He never stayed in one place for long, and he definitely never visited the same place twice.

~~~

Mama? Moomin asked as Mama tucked him into bed. “If Snufkin had such an interesting life, why did he turn invisible?”

“I don't know, dear, but that's really not our place to ask.” Mama leaned forward and kissed Moomin's forehead. “If Snufkin wants to tell us, he will. Until then, we shouldn't think too much about it. What matters is that he's getting better.”

“Will we… ever be able to see all of him, Mama?”

“Of course we will, dear.” Mama sat on the edge of Moomin's bed. “Just look at him, he's getting better almost every day. Now, get to sleep.”

~~~

Late that night, Moomin awoke to the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by footsteps going down the hall. Moomin looked at the clock. It was a bit past midnight. ‘Strange,’ Moomin thought ‘Who could be up at this hour?’

Moomin slowly opened his bedroom door and snuck into the hallway, careful to be as quiet as he could. As he made his way down the stairs, he noticed none of the lights were on. Moomin was puzzled, until he heard the sound of music outside.

Moomin opened the front door to see Snufkin, his back towards Moomin, playing his harmonica. Moomin listened, captivated at the music. Snufkin's song was simple, yet melancholy, it was hauntingly beautiful. Unfortunately, when Moomin closed the door behind him, Snufkin jumped, and put his harmonica back in his pocket.

“Oh, hello, Moomintroll. I.. I didn't see you there-” Snufkin said, turning towards Moomin.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Moomin asked, a little bit disappointed that Snufkin stopped.

“Oh no, I was just practicing..” Moomin sat down besides Snufkin.

“What are you doing up so late?” Moomin asked.

“I.. I had a nightmare,” Snufkin looked up at the stars. “I was hoping the fresh air would calm me down.”

“I see..” Moomin looked at the stars with Snufkin. “You know.. when I have a nightmare, it usually helps me to talk about it, do you think that would help you?”

Snufkin sighed. “It involved my travels.” His voice was small. “I want to travel but, I suppose I'm afraid of.. becoming completely invisible again-”

“Well you don't have to travel-” Moomin blurted out. “I- I mean, you're always welcome to live with Mama and Papa and Little My and me here,”

“That's a nice thought moomin, but I can't possibly stay here forever,” Snufkin's focus shifted from the stars, to the path that lead down to the forest. “I need to wander, just like how a bird needs to fly.”

“O-oh..” It was all moomin could really say. “So, you'll have to leave eventually?” Snufkin nodded. Moomin didn't say anything after that.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Snufkin stood up. “I should really get back to bed, thank you for sitting out here with me.” Moomin stood up and followed him indoors.

They walked upstairs in silence. Moomin couldn't stop thinking about what Snufkin had said. It was silly of Moomin to think that Snufkin would stay forever but.. knowing that Moomin would probably never see Snufkin again once he left made Moomin sad. He liked Snufkin quite a bit, and didn't want to see him leave.

“Snufkin?” Moomin asked as they approached their rooms. Snufkin stopped and looked at Moomin.

“Yes, Moomintroll?”

Moomin felt heat rise to his cheeks. “You know, if you don't have anywhere to go while you're out travelling, you can always stay here!” Moomin twiddled his thumbs. “I-I mean, you don't have to but, I'd very much like to see you again. You're nice to be around..”

“That's very kind of you, Moomintroll,” Moomin couldn't see Snufkin's face, but he sounded genuine. “I'll have to think about it.”

~~~

“Moomintroll? Moomintroll,” A voice woke Moomin up the next morning. Moomin yawned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Snufkin…? What's the matter?” Moomin asked groggily.

“Moomintroll, look!” Moomin removed his hands and opened his eyes. When his eyes fell on Snufkin, he gasped.

“Oh Snufkin!” Where there was normally nothingness separating Snufkin's hat from the yellow scarf Mama had given him, there was now a face, with two sparkling brown eyes and a large grin. “You're visible again!”

~~~

Even though Snufkin was no longer invisible, he decided to stay that summer, and then he stayed for autumn too, much to Moomin's delight. Moomin spent as much time with Snufkin as he could. They took walks together, played games, and sometimes, Snufkin would even play a special song for Moomin.

But like all good things, it didn't last.

“Snufkin?” Moomin stood in the doorway of Snufkin's room, dumbfounded. “What... what are you doing?” Snufkin, who had previously been putting things in his backpack, now sat frozen in the middle of the room.

“I.. I was hoping you wouldn't have had to see this..” He had nearly completed packing before Moomintroll walked in.

“You're leaving Moomin Valley, aren't you?” Moomin asked, his voice beginning to tremble.

“Oh Moomin,,” Snufkin stood up, taking a few steps towards Moomin. “I'm sorry but I have to, I told you, I can't stay in one place for very long..”

“But! But you can't leave!” Tears began to well up in Moomin's eyes. “If you leave, I'll never be able to see you again-”

“Moomin..” Snufkin held Moomin's hands. “You and your family have all been so incredibly kind to me, and I'll always be grateful but.. I have to be on my own.”

“But… but..” Moomin began to cry. Snufkin couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He held Moomin and tried to comfort him as best he could.

“I know, I'll miss you dearly, Moomin,” He hesitated. “But.. you know what? Come this spring, I'll come back to Moomin Valley to visit you.”

Moomin sniffled. “D.. do you promise?”

Snufkin thought it over. He wasn't normally one to make promises. There was a level of uncertainty to them that made him uncomfortable, but.. something told him that this was one that he could keep.

“I promise.”

#moomin #moomins #moomivalley #moomin fanfic #moomintroll #moominmamma #moominpappa #little my #snufkin #springdove #snufmin #invisible snufkin #invisible snufkin au

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smokedstorybara · 5 years

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Perchance to Dream part 9

Snufkin returned to Moominvalley in the spring, as always. A standing promise he’d never willingly break.

He knew he should tell Moomin the truth, but he was still just a little scared. Not of rejection, exactly, but more of Moomin not believing him.

Their interactions on his first day back were filled with a soft hesitance. Awkward and cautious, but steeped in gentle longing. That evening, sitting by the river as the sun set after exchanging tales of all their winter adventures, Moomin told him about the dream.

He paused a moment when he finished his story, before shakily continuing.

“After, I realized that for a while I’d forgotten all the pain from giving up my soulmate. And that it wasn’t the first time, that I’ve been forgetting it all more and more when I’m with you.”

Snufkin felt his heart skip a beat and tears start to fill the corners of his eyes.

“You’re more than just a distraction,” Moomin said quietly, “I think you always have been.”

Snufkin’s breath hitched. His chest felt like it was filling with light.

Moomin’s voice went softer and lower as he continued. “I want you. I want to be with you, not my soulmate. I love you.” It came out as barely more than a breath. “I’m in love with you.”

The first tear slipped down Snufkin’s cheek as a small smile fought its way onto his face. He took a steadying breath; there was no better time than now.

“I need to tell you something.” He began. “I’ve been keeping something from you.”

Moomin tilted his head and made a soft noise of curiosity.

“We… I…” He started over, “It wasn’t just a dream.”

“What?”

“The dream over the winter, it was real. A soulmate dream. We’re soulmates.”

“What?” Moomin’s brows furrowed. He looked a little lost.

“I know this is probably-“

“I do want to believe you.” Moomin interrupted, insistent. “I’m just…”

“Scared?” Snufkin finished for him, understanding.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Snufkin smiled softly. “You don’t have to believe me. We love each other, that’s what matters.”

The anxiety melted off Moomin’s face, replaced by a hesitant smile.

“Besides,” Snufkin continued, “whether or not we’re Moomintroll soulmates, we’re definitely Mumrik soulmates.”

“Mumrik soulmates? I didn’t know Mumriks had soulmates.”

“Neither did I, until this summer.” He replied. “My father explained them to me before he left. A Mumrik soulmate is… like… the person you always return to. Always. Because they’re a part of you.” He smiled softly. “That’s what you are to me.”

“Oh.” Moomin’s face gentled and his smile grew, until he was glowing brighter than he ever had before.

A few days went by of them carefully testing the new edges of their relationship - it wasn’t much different from before, aside from the kissing and cuddling - and Little My teasing them endlessly, which she insisted was her responsibility as Snufkin’s big sister.

And then Moominpappa’s Aunt Jane visited.

She overheard a conversation about Moomin and Snufkin’s relationship and cut in to mention, in an almost absent way, that soulmate dreams exist for a reason. She went on to describe how they provided a closeness otherwise unachievable - rendering any distance insubstantial and allowing those who share them to continue to be together even in hibernation.

And Snufkin watched Moomin mentally steel himself.

That night, when Snufkin fell asleep, he found himself on a familiar shore with a familiar fishing-pole in hand.

And he heard a wonderfully familiar voice call out his name in that special way that says, clear and bright, ‘I’m so happy to see you!’

And he smiled in his own special way, and cast the fishing-line out into the lake.

#snufkin #moomin #snufmin #perchance to dream #sorry it's so much shorter than the other chapters #I couldn't get the middle scene any longer

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stingerpicnic · 5 years

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bottle me up (take me everywhere) chapter 2/2

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Based on this post

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll/Snusmumriken | Snufkin

Characters: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll, Snusmumriken | Snufkin

Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Feelings, Purring, Gift Giving, y'all they're so in love it's ridiculous, Moomintroll continues to be sweetest creature on the planet, flustered snufkin, cat Snufkin rights babey, soft

Moomin doesn’t get that much work done on his gift in the morning.

Instead, he spends the early morning hours lazing around with Snufkin. The world feels fuzzy and soft. He feels fuzzy and soft, heart full of the kind of warm and gentle love that usually only appears sparingly and in quick flashes. The kind that strikes quickly and sharply for all its blunt edges and squishiness, in quiet moments when he looks up at just the right time to catch the edge of Snufkin’s smile, or his adorable look of concentration, or the tranquility that steals over his face when they’re just sitting alone, enjoying each other’s presence. The kind of love that would normally fill his chest so suddenly and so fully he’d be sure he would explode from the sheer size of it.

But he doesn’t feel like he would explode right then. There’s the good kind of ache settled right over his heart, but he doesn’t feel like he’s too small a container for the amount of love he has to give. He feels vast and unending, like the ocean Snufkin loves so much.

The early morning light is dim, casting soft gray shadows and granting the moment a sort of timelessness, a sort of intangibility. They’re alone and together and nothing can touch them.

It’s so easy to run his fingers through Snufkin’s soft curls, to seek out his paw with his own and entwine them, to press soft kisses into skin and hair and fur, to snuggle just a little closer.

There’s nothing better than the sound of Snufkin’s quiet breaths, Moomin thinks. The weight of his body draped around his own, soft and warm and there. The quiet sound of their soft, sleepy purring echoing around the fabric walls of the tent, an ever present reminder that they both feel relaxed, content, and safe. The barely there mumbled words they share between bouts of consciousness, almost too quiet to hear, like they’re both speaking something fragile, something that must be handled with care, something too precious to ever truly see the light of day.

Outside, he can just barely hear the gentle autumn breeze and the rustle of leaves. Inside, he catches Snufkin’s sleepy gaze. They both smile, silently agreeing that right now, everything is perfect.

Neither of them want to get up quite yet, and there’s nothing wrong with some lazy early morning snuggle time. They won’t be needed for some time yet.

….

Eventually, they do have to get up.

It takes them until they can no longer pretend that the sun hasn’t climbed high in the sky and that they’re not hungry. But they do, eventually, admit that it’s time to get up and crawl out of the tent to greet the late morning sun.

Moomin sees Snufkin start to stretch, arms reaching high into the air. He’s all rumpled clothes and messy hair, a red spot pressed into his cheek where he’d been sleeping on it. His mouth opens wide in a yawn, exposing his fangs. It’s adorable.

“I love you,” he says, because it’s true and he wants to say it. He’s sure he’s said it many times in past hour or two, mumbled against the top of Snufkin’s head and whispered into the slight space between them. But reality has finally gone back to feeling real and he finds he wants to say it again.

Snufkin pauses. “I love you too,” he says, with pink dusting his cheeks and a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re especially cute in the mornings. Did you know that, Snufkin?” he says, because it’s true as well and he wants to say it. The pink deepens to red.

“...I think I’ll make breakfast. Or lunch, now, I suppose,” he says too loudly after a moment. He moves to do just that, but not before grabbing his hat from where he’d left it and pulling it low over his eyes.

Their meal is good. After, they hike through the forest for a while and enjoy the beautiful colors of a forest in the full-swing of autumn and their own conversation.

That night, he kisses Snufkin goodnight and makes the short walk back to Moominhouse. Snufkin wants to be alone tonight. He’s had a lot of emotions recently and as much as he loves spending time with Moomin, he still needs some time alone to recharge. Moomin refuses begrudge him his time.

He eats dinner with Mamma and Papa and Little My. It’s good, too. He loves eating meals alone with Snufkin, he loves it when Snufkin decides to eat dinner with the rest of them, but there’s still something to be said for times like this.

Afterwords, he’s sitting in his room, staring at blank paper and resisting the urge to give up before he’s even started.

He wants to give Snufkin everything he could ever want. And what Snufkin wants is a reminder of reality, of the fact that he thinks about him all the time, of the space he’s claimed in his heart.

It shouldn’t be hard to give that to him. It isn’t, not really. He could write the length of Papa’s memoirs twice over just talking about how much he loves him. He’s already got so many words bouncing around in his head that he wants to spill out onto the page.

It’s just--he wants it to be perfect. He wants to capture the exact feeling that blooms in his chest every time he hears Snufkin’s rare laugh. He wants to describe the love he feels so accurately, so earnestly, that Snufkin would be able to feel it himself and be reassured. He wants to quantify something infinite, something precious, something priceless.

He’s scared that he’ll fall short. He’s scared he can’t not fall short.

Look at me, he thinks, just a bit ago I was so confident, telling Snufkin he’s cute just to see him blush and confessing that he’s my whole world. Where has my nerve gone?

He has to do this. He made a promise that he’d try. Even if Snufkin hadn’t heard it in his voice, a promise was still what he had meant.

So he takes a deep breath and thinks of Snufkin. Snufkin is messy and tattered around the edges and half the time he’s coated in dirt and mud. All his clothes are ragged and worn and wrinkled. He has sharp edges, though Moomin has always found them blunted whenever they concern himself. Nobody would call him perfect and yet Moomin thinks he is.

Maybe he’s not perfect in the traditional sense. He has faults and there are things about him that can annoy even him, but still. Still, Moomin looks at him and he can’t imagine anyone better. He wouldn’t trade him for anything in the whole world, not unless he wanted to be let go.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the quilt on his bed. Mamma had made it for him and he loves it to pieces. Still, if he looks carefully he can see small imperfections. Misplaced stitches, lines that aren’t perfectly straight. But none of those things make him love it any less. If anything, he loves it more, because there’s only the one that’s exactly like it and Mama made it for him.

Maybe it doesn’t matter if his gift is perfect. Maybe it doesn’t matter if there’s ink spots on some of the pages or if he feels like he’s repeated himself a thousand times. Maybe it shouldn't even try to be perfect. Maybe it should be messy and erratic and real. Maybe all that matters is that he pours all his love into it.

He fixes those thoughts in his mind, takes another deep breath to steady himself, and begins writing the first entry of many.

Snufkin, have I ever told you how much I love our mornings together? Today we did nothing but cuddle for hours before getting up. I wanted to stay in that moment forever. It was so incredibly nice and the love for you that filled my chest felt like….

….

It isn’t ready by the time Snufkin leaves for winter. But that’s alright, he hadn’t expected it to be. He has too much to say, too much love to express for it to be done so soon. And while he had accepted that it wasn’t going to be absolutely perfect, Snufkin deserved more than whatever rushed thing he would have produced had he tried to have it done by then.

Instead, he gives Snufkin a single letter to see him off. It wasn’t as detailed as his full gift, but it was sincere and full of love and he’d doodled little leaves and flowers and hearts in the corners and along the margins. Snufkin looked more than happy to have it, in any case, a tinge of relief making its way into the smile alongside the joy, so he's satisfied that it’s a good hold over gift.

Snufkin would come back in the spring and his gift would be done by the time he was ready to leave again. That’s as long as Moomin was going to allow him to wait.

In the meantime, Moomin continued to write whatever he lovely things could think of until it was time for him to enter hibernation. The few times he woke from hibernation, he wrote more. He wrote about the dreams he had and how much he missed him, how he was special and irreplaceable and good. He even wrote about how he had worked himself into a right fluster just thinking about how much he loved him. It was a little embarrassing, but Snufkin would probably like to knowing about it.

Then, Snufkin returned. The overflowing happiness he felt was nearly intoxicating. He scarcely wanted to think about anything else, not when his mind was just an endless loop of the words “Snufkin’s back!!!” But he forced himself to take a step back, just for a second before he succumbed again, to take in exactly what he was feeling in that moment, engraving it into his mind so he could copy it down later.

Spring, summer, and most of autumn passed in much the same way it had in all the years previous. The only exception was that now he had something specific to do with his time alone and he was making more of an effort to pay attention to every moment he spent with Snufkin so he could write about it later.

It was… a good feeling, to be working on a project he enjoyed. And it turned out that paying specific attention to the time he spent with Snufkin only made him love the mumrik even more, which shouldn't have been possible.

….

It was another cool late autumn day, just like last year, when Moomin knew it was time.

They had been sitting together in the yellowed grass near Snufkin’s tent, just enjoying each other’s company and conversation when he'd started to feel it. The soft line of pressure against his side getting harder, the twitch of the tail looped around his own, the change in his purr.

“Winter's almost here,” He says. Last year, he'd let Snufkin work himself up too much, thinking he would say something before it got too bad. This year he's bringing it up himself.

“Uh--yeah.” He feels Snufkin go fully tense against him before he sigh and relaxes again. “It is,” he says quietly.

“I have a gift for you,” he says, not bothering to hide the anxious excitement he's feeling.

“A gift?” he says, sounding far too cautious. Moomin sees his face color pink, “What sort of a gift?”

“Snufkin, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” he laughs. “I had planned to wait a bit longer to give it to you, but it wouldn't hurt to do it now. You stay here, it won’t take me a second,” he says, already getting up.

It's not a minute before he's across the bridge to Moominhouse and up to his room. He pulls out the big green book that had become of the paper he had been using. He'd bound it himself, with the help of Papa, not too long ago and he's rather proud of how it came out. It's simple, but he thinks Snufkin would prefer it that way.

Quickly, but still carefully, he flips through the pages one final time. The first page is a dedication, “For Snufkin, I love you so much it's indescribable, but I'll try anyways.” He'd thought hard about what to put for it, but he's eventually settled on something simple that he thought captured what he was trying to do. Further in, he catches sight of a lot of his own handwriting and all the small drawings he'd scrunched into corners and along margins. He paused for a second on the page where he'd attempted to draw Snufkin himself--it wasn't very good, but he'd still included it and drawn hearts all around it for good measure. He's glad, now, that he'd decided to keep it. It's sweet, he thinks.

On the last page he spies his final entry, written not too long ago, “Snufkin, if you've read any of this you probably already know that I love you so much that sometimes I can barely breathe around the size of it. Still, though, I think I love you even more now than I did before. Writing this, paying attention to every moment we spent together and every feeling I felt around you, was enlightening for me. It enlightened me to the very likely possibility that I'll never stop falling in love with you. I didn't think I could be any deeper in love than I already was at the start of this, but I've never been happier to be proved wrong. I love you. I'll never stop.”

He'd signed it at the bottom of the page, like this was just some very, very long letter. And he supposed it was, sort of. A love letter to Snufkin.

He's almost embarrassed to give this away. He'd poured his heart out onto these pages and he hadn't held anything back. It was all… him, his thoughts, his feelings, everything, and giving it away was a scary thought.

But he knows Snufkin will take care of it. He's sure of it. He never would have even started if he wasn't.

Snufkin has never intentionally done anything to hurt him.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself, closes the book, and takes it down to Snufkin.

Snufkin, for his part, looks relieved when he sees him coming toward him carrying a book. Moomin notices the red leaving his face even before he crosses the bridge. Moomin isn't sure what that's about, he hadn't been gone that long and he hasn't even done anything worth him getting flustered over yet. But he lets it go, he has something he needs to do.

“Is that the manuscript you were working on all year? Are you finally going to let me read it?” he asks, sounding genuinely curious.

That's right, he had told Snufkin he was working on a manuscript, just like Papa, when he'd been caught writing. It hadn't technically been a lie, he supposes that what he was writing could be called a manuscript if looked at a certain way. Still, he was lucky that Snufkin had dropped it after being told it was a surprise he was trying to keep secret.

“We'll, I did write it for you, specifically, to read,” he says, holding the book out for Snufkin to take.

“Oh,” he gasps. “You didn't have to do that, dove,” he says softly, like someone who's been given something priceless they never asked for and don't know how to handle without breaking, but he still reaches out to take the book.

“I was hoping you would take it with you on your travels this year,” he says, watching Snufkin open it to the front page, “but if you want I can keep it safe for you here until you get back.” He doesn't want to say that last bit, because he knows Snufkin leaving it with him would feel like a rejection, even if it wasn't meant as one. But he knows Snufkin's feelings on material possessions and traveling with only the essentials and he knows that books aren't really essential even if he thinks that this one should be, so he forces himself to say it anyways.

He's not sure if he ought to have bothered, though, because he's not even sure that Snufkin heard him. He'd frozen when he'd opened the book to the dedication, red beginning to creep its way back onto his face nearly instantly. The only movement he'd made since was a jerk of his arm to move the page. Moomin could see he was on the page of the very first entry, now.

Moomin watched him turn the page again. And again. And again. His face was getting steadily redder and redder as the seconds ticked by. He was worryingly silent. Moomin wasn't even sure he was breathing.

He felt his nerves rise within him again. Did he not like it?

“Um… Snufkin?” he says to what is apparently his statue significant other, reaching out to touch his shoulder. Snufkin jerks back, a ragged gasp tearing out of his throat. A loud purr violently erupts out of his chest, but he's also breathing irregularly, every other breath catching on the back of throat, and there's a shine to his eyes like he's about to cry, so Moomin doesn't quite know what to think.

Oh, this was not the outcome he'd been hoping for. How had he actually managed to make Snufkin cry with his gift?! He had to try to salvage this somehow.

“Is It really--I thought--well, I thought to give you something to show you how much you mean to me,” he stammers, sounding desperate and disappointed and shocked. He doesn't know what to say to fix this, and Snufkin is still staring at him with wet eyes. “Last year you told me you wished you could bottle me up and take my love with you to keep you warm in the winter and I thought, why don't I see what I can do? And well, you liked last year's letter enough so I thought that maybe this idea did have some merit, after all,” he's rambling now, he knows he is and it sounds pathetic and desperate to his own ears. He feels the beginnings of tears start to prick at his own eyes, but he refuses to start crying. “But if you really don't like it I suppose I can--” get rid of it, or burn it, or tear it apart, or something, he was going to say but doesn't get to. Instead he feels something slam into him, hard, a band of pressure closing around him.

A glance down tells him that the “something” was Snufkin and the “band of pressure” is the tight hug he's currently receiving. Snufkin has his face buried in his shoulder, his own shoulders shaking like he's sobbing and Moomin feels his fur start to get wet. But, Snufkin is also still purring up a storm and he did initiate the hug, so maybe he's not too terribly upset with him? Moomin hopes he's not. For now, though, he doesn't know what else to do but bring his arms up around him and rub circles into his back while he whispers assurances into his ear, so that is what he does.

He doesn't know how long they stand there, but eventually he hears Snufkin break the not quite silence they had settled into.

“Is it--the whole thing? Really?” he says, his voice, thick with emotion and raw from the tears still sounding so much like a child. A child with stars in his eyes who had just been told their impossible dreams were coming true. Excited and happy beyond belief but not quite willing to believe it's really his for the taking.

“Yes, the whole thing. I've been writing it since around this time last year,” he says, because there's really no point in trying to lie about it. He feels Snufkin press his face into his shoulder again, but this time he can feel his smile through his fur. “You're really not upset?” he asks, voice wavering, because he needs to know for sure.

Snufkin pulls back, face red and eyes shining, but the wide smile splitting his face in two is real, even if it is a bit watery. He's the most beautiful thing Moomin has ever seen.

“Moomin--dove--I-I can't tell you how happy you've made me. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I think it might be the sweetest thing I've ever seen be done for anyone,” he says, one of his paws coming up to cup Moomin's face. “Of course I'm not upset. I love it.”

“I thought you didn't care for material possessions?” he says, humor coloring his words. He feels a little silly now for ever letting himself think Snufkin didn't like his gift. It was just himself put to paper after all, and Snufkin seemed to like him just fine, loved him even.

Snufkin laughed. “I think I can make an exception, just this once.”

#moomin #snufmin #my writings #the only thing that can make snufkin not freeze up in embarrassment is moomin being sad #snufkin #snufkin sobbing: this is the sweetest thing ive EVER SEEN and you want me to be able to LEAVE NOW??#snufkin: its already so hard to leave you dove even though i need it and then you go and do THIS?#but later snufkin buries his head in a pillow and screams #because he has a lot of emotions he doesnt know how to deal with rn #hes going to go permanently red he swears

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dykespreadinglove · 5 years

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The moomins in german

Here’s my contribution to @moomintrivia ‘s moomin in other languages!

(Fun fact I live in the city where the first german moomin adaption was filmed in and we have a museum partially about them :’) )

Also mostly the names in the german adaption are pretty lame tbh because it’s basically just how you’d write their name in german

First the names that I actually have something interesting to say to:

Sniff- Schnüferl: a personification basically for an old german word for to sniff

There are many translations for Snufkin:

Snufkin- Schnupferich: so idk why they chose this but the word Schnupf(en) means to have a running nose??? And the ending -rich is also to make it a name

Snufkin-Snufkin

Snufkin-Mumrik

Snufkin-Schnüffel: This one’s pretty funny because it can also mean to inhale something to get high (420 amirite)

Joxter- jojoks: I’m kinda disappointed that they did not take the literall translation of Joxter wich would be “Witzbold” (someone who likes to make jokes) jojoks basically means nothing it’s just a name.

Little my- kleine My or kleine Mü: both versions are pronounced as Mü (idk how to write it in english but basically it’s an mueh??? Umlaute(äöü) in german are pretty hard to pronounce as a non native speaker)

The Groke- Morra: from the word “murren” or “knurren” wich basically means to grumble or complain. Describes her character best I’d say.

Thingummy and bob- Tofslan und Vivslan: funfact: eventhough Tofslan is voiced by a male actor in the “Ausburger Puppenkiste” adaption, they left the obvious female names in german which I really love :,) gay rights.

The moomins- Die Muminfamilie (lit. The moomin family) just how you would write moomin in german. Nothing special. Funny thing is that the moomins often get compared to hippos or trolls in the german texts (as an example in one of the episodes of “die muminfamilie” Snufkin says something along the lines of “I did not want to wake you. You were sleeping like an hippo” )

Now the characters that just got their names pronounced/written in a german way:

Moomin- Mumin

Moominpapa/-mama - Muminvater/-Mutter

Snork/ Snorkmaiden - Snork/Snorkfräulein

Mymble’s daughter- Mymla: no real meaning but it sounds really beautiful and soft.

Hatifatteners-Hatifnatten: even as a german speaking person pretty hard to pronounce lmao. No actual meaning. They often get described as asparagus-looking things which I think is pretty funny

Hemulen- ein Hemul

#moomin #the moomins #translation #german #augsburger Puppenkiste #language #die Muminfamilie #long post

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moominvalley-farm · 5 years

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*cracks knuckles* SO FOR THE OC ASKS: 1 for Moomin, 3. for Snufkin, 20. for Papa, 18. for Moomin, 14. for Mama, 6. for Snorkmaiden, 29 for The Mymble, and 13 for Little My

Thanks for sending so many! Meme here for anyone interested

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Moomin definitely has stuffed animals on his bed. He’s got an old bear that Mamma made for him when he was a baby who is definitely the favourite. He’s got a few fair wins too. Snorkmaiden gave him a stuffed hippo she made in home ec during high school when they were dating, which didn’t go down well but he still keeps it around. They kinda just hang around though, he doesn’t cuddle them in his sleep usually.3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

A blushing Snufkin stares you down. “I’d advise you not to ask again.”

(he’s just shy. The words he’d use would be kind, soft and as bright as the sun)

20. What do they like that nobody else does?

Sometimes when Pappa’s having writer’s block he’ll take out his old trumpet and play a bit of music to get the creative juices flowing. He also likes to write late at night. It’s certainly something his family does not like.

18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Its situational for Moomin. He’s very good at a quick chaste peck on the lips cos he basically spent all of high school kissing Snorkmaiden that way but with tongue gets him VERY flustered and overwhelmed. He’s a fan either way.

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Mamma would insist for everyone else that guilty pleasures aren’t a thing and that one should enjoy themselves to the fullest but she definitely feels guilty whenever she does something just for herself. To her a guilty pleasure is taking the last cookie instead of leaving it for Moomin or Pappa, or taking a leisurely walk when she has dinner to prepare. She doesn’t need to stress so much about it but its hard for her.

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Snorkmaiden’s main go-to for advice is Mamma! When the Snorks moved to the Valley and she became friends with Moomin Mamma quickly sensed a youth in need of a mother so she reached out to Snorkmaiden and they have a really good relationship! Mamma’s helped Snorkmaiden a lot with everything from her sexuality to teaching her to sew!

29. What recurring dreams do they have?

Mymble Sr probably has a lot of recurring dreams about the child she lost. It bears a lot on her soul, even if she’s pretty good at pushing it all down during the day. It haunts her dreams. She really needs some closure.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

How to not give a shit about your reputation, honestly. Mymble Sr is often the talk of the town, what with being a prominent local figure as the owner of the town’s pub and and being pretty open about her... well, escapades. But Mymble doesn’t care what people say about her, and it’s something My really admires about her mother. People will talk and you just gotta enjoy your life.

#moomin #snufkin #mamma #pappa #snorkmaiden #my #mymble sr #ok i think thats everyone #answer #thegoldensoundtwice

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kerlakierloin · 5 years

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Days of Pondering- Ch. 1

Sandy Prints, Gray Cloudy Skies, Cold Waves And Two Beating Hearts

Dawn was beginning to break out through the sky in Moominvalley. Moomin was cozy since it had gotten a bit colder, Moominmamma spent some months of the lovely year knitting blankets for him, Moominpappa, Snorkmaiden and her brother, toasty and warm Moomin was dreaming with all his beloved friends and all the adventures they had. Moomin turned over into a more comfortable position and stretched a bit. Until his ear twitched.

He had heard something by the window. After more small sounds and ear twitching because of perceiving the sounds Moomin woke up. He stretched his chubby white body and rubbed his eyes trying to fully wake up. After getting out of bed he walked over to his window. His tail started twitching how he could make out Snufkin’s outfit in the pre-sunrise sky. Moomin grabbed the ladder he kept close to window and let it fall carefully and sneaked out. Hoping no one in the house found out he was sneaking off so early.

When he descended completely Moomin froze and his tail fell down in disappointment.

Snufkin had his backpack and it looked like everything was stored neatly. Moomin gulped remembering how Pappa had said in dinner how he could feel it in his bones that snow was coming soon. Oh, how Moomin would’ve loved for that part to also be a dream. “Moomin?” Snufkin’s voice helped the white troll snap out of it. “Y-yes Snufkin?” Moomin replied trying to look composed. He did a pretty good job actually, but Snufkin knew Moomin and knew his friend was feeling nervous, but he didn’t say a thing to let things roll out naturally.

-“Come on, let’s walk. I feel bad for not saying goodbye to the others, but I really wanted to say goodbye to you.” -“So you are leaving…” The troll’s tiny ears dropped down a bit and he sprinted a bit to catch up to his wandering friend. -“…Yeah. You guessed right.” Snufkin looked down. “But you know me. I’ll be back next spring.” In that moment Moomin felt like Snufkin was forcing himself to say that.

Upon arriving to the beach Moomin stopped and felt his hand drop to his side. Wait, when did he take Snufkin’s hand? Or was it the other way around? Snufkin had walked a bit past him looking at the waves and the sun rise in the horizon if only just barely. -“Say Snufkin.” Moomin approached. -“Yes, Moomin?.” -“Do you really like coming back to the valley? Back to me and the others?” -“Why do you ask such things?” Snufkin turned back to look at his white fluff of a friend. -“Please answer.” Moomin stared deeply into his best friend’s eyes, seeing a small glimmer of sunlight starting to reflect on them. -“Of course I do, I know I always say how I’d rather be alone- but I like you….” He coughed and then continued, “your company and having fun with the others from time. It’s refreshing and helps me warm up after a long winter, because unlike you I do not sleep for that long. And even if I could, I wouldn’t want to, because I like exploring and moving around.”

Moomin was contempt with his friend’s reply and stared at him fondly. “Come, let’s sit a bit.” Snufkin said as he put his backpack to the side and sat on the soft white sand. Moomin followed shortly. They sat there admiring the sky change colors and enjoying the sound of the waves, Moomin however caught himself side-glancing towards Snufkin, he couldn’t help but stare at his friend’s soft skin or messy hair moving underneath his hat because of the arriving winter winds. Moomin felt strange. What made this spring different from the rest was that this spring he had been seeking more and more Snufkin’s company. Just seeing his green friend made his heart leap with joy! And… knowing that he was about to leave soon yet for another winter made his heart sad.

Of course Moomin could spend alone time with each of his friends and have just as much fun, but he felt bad for actually having a favorite, it being Snufkin of course. There was an unspoken comfortableness he could feel only around his friend the wanderer. It was a feeling he couldn't match with any of his other friends. Moomin felt the more he thought about it the closer he was getting to answer ‘What do I feel for Snufkin?’ Part of him really didn’t want to. His mind had blocked out every sound except the one of his thoughts. He looked down slowly and saw his hand and Snufkin’s on the sand mere centimeters apart. He kept his gaze down, able to sense Snufkin’s muffled voice but unable to focus on it.

Moomin gulped and turned back to the horizon feeling his heart pounding. He liked Snufkin. He loved spending time with Snufkin. If he had to choose s-spending his life with someone else he would pick Snufkin!Moomin started to feel anxious. What would Snorkmaiden think? What would all of their friends think? Moomin’s breath started getting a bit heavy from the sudden influx of feelings and realizations. He froze upon feeling Snufkin’s warm hand cover his own in the most gentle of ways. The voice in his head fell silent and he locked eyes with his beloved friend.

“Are you feeling okay Moomin? If you like I can accompany you home and then say goodbye.” Moomin’s stomach sank. Oh right, they weren’t just out on an outing. Today was Snufkin’s last day in Moominvalley and the first day of winter. There were so many feelings washing over Moomin, as if a big cold wave hit him and stumbled him over. He looked down, noticing how it almost looked like a wave did wash over him. He was now towering over Snufkin. The wanderer’s hat falling to his owner’s side. Neither said anything, until Moomin’s sniffling broke the silence. Just as Snufkin reached out to caress Moomin’s cheek softly the troll had dipped down, positioning his snout awkwardly to plant a kiss on Snufkin’s lips.

It really did feel like time froze then and there. Moomin wished he could stay that way forever until realization started to hit him. He had just given his best friend a kiss on the lips. Snufkin looked perplexed and made no attempt to move, only moving his head so his gaze could follow Moomin’s movements. “S-snufkin I’m sorry I kissed you without asking. I-I’m so, so sorry.” The poor creature started panicking more and got up, scurrying home running on all fours. It wasn’t common Moomin did that, but he was faster that way if only a little, leaving his friend behind.

Once home Moomin climbed up the stairs leading to his room and considered leaving them up, but decided to put them away so Little My didn’t notice he had gone out earlier. She was supposed to come hibernate with the family in some days. Moomin nested underneath his blankets still unable to process what he had done. He felt guilty for daring take something without consent and out of the blue! He hoped the long slumber would help the feeling of guilt wash away. But it didn’t.

Once hibernation started the only thing he could dream a long dream of his chasing after Snufkin in various scenarios. And every time he was close to catching him, Snufkin disappeared, leaving the troll to feel tiny and alone. But also every now and then a good dream would take place. Involving a small cottage hidden inside the woods, where he and Snufkin would laze around for days. Napping underneath the warm sun, sharing a hammock and dancing slowly like… Mamma and Pappa would. At the very end of his hibernation he had a good dream like the one just described. Except this time, Moomin held Snufkin like Pappa would hold Mamma, and in the dream Moomin leaned down slowly, his lips targeting Snufkin and-

Then his alarm sounded. The sound startling him enough to fall out of his bed wide awake. He rubbed his head and checked his clock. It was spring already!! That meant… Snufkin!Moomin got up and went downstairs. A welcoming smell emerging from the kitchen. Oh? Moominmamma was already up and cooking. “Happy spring dear. Did you hibernate well?” She smiled softly while she stacked some pancakes for her son. “Yeah! Had uh… nice dreams with all my friends! I’m glad to see them again and play and explore a lot too!” Moomin exclaimed happily.

Groggily down the stairs came Little My, “Good morning everyone- I’m starving!” “Take a seat dear. I’ll give you some pancakes soon.” She spoke softly as she placed a plate in front of Moomin. Moomin wasted no time in eating, being mindful to not eat too fast or messily. “Say Moomin what are you gonna do today? I was thinking we could play a bit with what’s left form the snow!” Little My suggested. -“Thanks but no! First day of spring means Snufkin comes back!” Moomin said full of glee. -“You’re no fun. Guess I’ll ask the others then, since you want to wait and waiting’s no fun!” -“Suit yourself”.

And so My and the others went to explore post-winter Moominvalley. They had asked Moomin accompany them but he refused. Opting to sit on the bridge where they would always reunite in spring. And so Moomin waited… And waited… And waited… Until dusk approached. Moomin was starting to feel tired but never bored. He loved his friend so much he wouldn’t get bored of waiting. All he had to do was think about all the fun adventures they’d have together. Oh well. The moon rose up high and it was already dark. Moomin slowly made his way back to his house. Moominmamma offering a kind knowing smile. She had seen her son wait all day near the bridge but nothing. Snufkin was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and offered kind words. “Don’t worry dear. He’ll come back. Maybe he just got distracted exploring.” -“I know Mamma. Thanks. I’ll be going to bed now.” He waved his mom off and started walking up the stairs.

Next day; nothing as well. Then it was a week and uncertainty was suffocating Moomin. Where was Snufkin? Then it dawned on the little troll, he remembered the last time he saw his friend and started feeling uneasy. Could it be that Snufkin wouldn’t be coming back to Moominvalley because he disliked Moomin now?

Next Chapter: "Kay-Ray-Kú-Kú-Kó-Kex" Snufkin's point of view.

Don’t forget to check it out on ao3 as well :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/18561256/chapters/43995892

#days of pondering tag #snufkin x moomin #moomin fanfic

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huhnerhexen · 4 years

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all for the other ask set!

I just took my painkillers, so I'm really high and I'm sorry if this makes no sense, I'm trying my best...

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

- yes, but they're not the most important thing. I can look past appearance, but if you're ugly on the inside it'll never work

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

- theyre worth it every time! Even if they fail, you learn a lot about yourself and they change you for the better

3. Are you a virgin?

- no

4. Are you in a relationship?

- no, my partner of about three years and I broke up a month ago

5. Are you in love?

- I'm in love with myself, which is more than I can say when I was in that relationship

6. Are you single this year?

- yes

7. Can you commit to one person?

- yes; I'm like a penguin... I mate for life

8. Describe your crush

- that's easy, I don't have one

9. Describe your perfect mate

- soft and sweet, generous, respectful of my boundaries, openly communicative, like my grandpa!

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

- no

11. Do you ever want to get married?

- yes

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

- in time and with an apology, of course

13. Do you get jealous easily?

- I used to, but I've done a lot of work since then and I don't anymore

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

- other than myself? no

15. Do you have any piercings?

- I have a nose ring, my septum pierced, 3 earrings in my right ear, and two in my left

16. Do you have any tattoos?

- 11; a bumble bee, a cat drinking wine, my rat's footprint, my grandma's signature, a sloth, the pisces constellation, the aurora borealis constellation, squirrel nutkin, my grandpa's signature, Snufkin and Moomin, and a lavender sprig

17. Do you like kissing in public?

- a quick peck doesn't bother me, but keep your tongue in your own mouth

There is no 18 or 19 in this series of questions??

20. Do you shower everyday?

- I've been bathing more than showering lately, but I do wash everyday

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

- I don't, but that's none of my business anyways

22. Do you think someone is thinking of you right now?

- no, I don't think so

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

- obviously, I did that for 3 years. I don't cheat, it's wrong and it fucks people up

24. Do you think you'll be married in five years?

- maybe? I haven't given it much thought tbh

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

- no

26. Has anyone told you they don't want to ever lose you?

- yes, and then they did

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

- no

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

- not that I am aware of

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

- no, I would never

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

- I've had plastic surgery twice; once in the ninth grade to fix me jaw, and two days ago I had top surgery

31. Have you ever cried over a guy or girl?

- yes, and what a waste of time that was

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

- no

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

- yes

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

- no

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

-yes

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

- yes

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

- yes

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to?

- yes

39. Have you ever waved someone you couldn't have?

- yes

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

- yes

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

- yes

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

- depends on the person, but awhile, I really like kissing

43. How long was your longest relationship?

- almost 3 years

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

- I've had 6 partners

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

- I can say with 100% certainty that I have no idea; I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

- I don't know, sex isn't something I count

47. How old are you?

- 21

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

- I'd ask them why, people love to talk about their crushes, I'd also encourage them to go after it. Just because I like someone doesn't make them mine

49. If you have a partner, what is your favourite thing about them?

- I don't have a partner

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with am apology and presents, would you accept?

- no, not yet. I'm not at a place to forgive Kai yet. I'm still working through and breaking down what they did to me

51. Is there someone you would do absolutely anything for?

- yea, my grandma

52. Is there anyone you've given up on? Why?

- I gave up on my dad's dad, Lane; he's just a genuinely awful guy and every time I've tried to extend an olive branch it's come back to bite me in the ass. He can be angry and miserable alone, I don't have room for that shit in my life.

53. Is there someone mad because you're seeing/talking to the person that you are?

- no, the people in my life are incredibly supportive of me in all my endeavors and decisions

54. Is there something you will never forget?

- what a classmate and friend wrote to my mom once when she was compiling a big note full of all the reasons people care about me. "There's nothing they could ever do that would be bad". Those words have been etched onto my heart for 6 years

55. Share a relationship story

- I'll tell you about my grandparents, and how they were made for each other. My grandpa worked for CBC and so did my grandma, but they worked in separate buildings, and one night my grandma's friend says "Elaine, come out for drinks with me and some of the guys" and my grandma really doesn't want to, but she's a polite lady so she does anyways. She winds up sitting next to my grandpa, and they don't say much to each other but his friends keep bugging him and making jokes about how he needs to "get home to his wife" (he isn't married, but he fancies my grandma and his friends are just trying to make him work harder for her). They wind up leaving at the same time, and they walk home together because they lived a couple buildings away from one another. My grandpa assures my grandma that he isn't married, he tells her he's going home to Red Jacket, Saskatchewan for Christmas, but could he give her a call when he comes home? She says yes; and a year later they were married. They've been madly in love with each other ever since.

56. State 8 facts about your body.

- I have 8 less teeth than the average adult; my eyes are two different shapes; when I learned to walk it was with a slight limp so now I always have one; when my body is really low on estrogen I get incredibly clumsy; I have 2 holes in my jaw from where a surgical plate was removed; I'm deathly allergic to peanuts; my limbs are so long, my fingertips almost reach down to my knees; I have a small groove in my head from wearing headgear when I was a child.

57. Things you want to say to an ex

- you always went on and on about how I deserved better, and you're wrong. It's not that I deserved better, you just didn't deserve me.

I have so much pity for you, because you have to live the rest of your life knowing what Ostin did to your mom, you did much the same to me. You acted the same as the man who makes you so sick. You're disgusting for what you did, and I hope you regret it everyday of your life.

58. What are 5 ways to win your heart?

- listen openly to me, tell me things that happened to you during your day, sending me songs or poems or little trinkets that remind you of me, laugh at my jokes, vocalize your feelings about me

59. What do you look like?

This is me and my roommate's cat, Anaan!

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

- two years, he was 15 I was 17 and as soon as I learned how smol he was I couldn't get past it...

61. What's the first thing you notice in someone?

- their mouth, I lip-read so someone's lips and teeth is the first thing my eyes go to

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do to/for you?

- oh gee I don't even know? Maybe take off my clothes for me, but like really slowly?

63. What is your definition of "having sex"?

- anything that gets the job done, y'know? wets the whistle

64. What is your definition of cheating?

- being physically intimate with a party outside of the pre-established exclusive relationship

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

- tease me until I want to kill you, and then fuck me until I can't remember my own name

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

- I don't have one. I did improv in highschool and doing any sort of "acting on the spot" makes me astral project back to that cringey time

67. What is your idea of a perfect date?

- one where it doesn't matter what you're doing, you never want it to end because you can never have enough time with the person you're with

68. What is your sexual orientation?

- queer!

69. What turns you off?

- people who are mean to animals

70. What turns you on?

- climate justice

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

- that will stay between me and the lord, thanks

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

- none, if you can form words or sentences, one of us isn't doing our job right

73. What's something sweet you'd like someone to do for you?

- bring me flowers! No one has ever brought me flowers before

74. What's the most superficial characteristic you look for?

- probably wardrobe

75. What's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you?

- my sister moved in with me to take care of me while I recover from my mastectomy. I didn't even have to ask, she offered to do it

76. What's the sweetest thing you've done for someone?

My roommate and I had mice and squirrels living in the basement of our old house, and they ate and destroyed all of her old baby books and photo albums; so this year for Christmas I took all the pictures I had of us, and a bunch of pictures she had posted on her social media, and I made her a new photo book to preserve the memories she made these last few years.

77. What's your opinion on age differences in relationships?

- the older you get, the less age difference really matters, my roommate is 41 and her partner is turning 61 this year. I think so long as both parties are of legal age and consenting, do what you want. That being said, it gets iffy if the older party knew the younger person when they were a child; ie. Leonardo DiCaprio and his most recent girlfriend.

78. What's your dirtiest secret?

- I don't have one? I'm literally an open book... You can ask me anything

79. When was the last time you felt jealous?

- when an 8 year old girl came into the shop and told me her grandpa was taking her shopping for her birthday.

80. When was the last time you told someone that you loved them?

- on Wednesday, when I was saying goodbye to my grandma at the hospital (that sounds like a downer, she's fine, she had a knee operation and I went to visit her after work)

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

- LP, Ezra Miller, Joji, my ex boyfriend (they're mad cute, but they're ugly on the inside), Chris Fleming

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

- my mom, after she drove me home from the hospital and helped me get inside

83. Who was your first kiss with?

- a boy named Rhys, in the ninth grade. We were each other's beards before we even knew it

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

- a lot of different reasons; we kept fighting, they had no time for me, they wouldn't communicate with me, I had trouble trusting them, they sexually assaulted me and were hella manipulative, they forgot I existed a lot, there were a lot of red flags that we ignored until it blew up in our faces.

85. Would you ever date someone off of the internet?

- sure, I don't see why not!

Thanks for asking! Sorry it took so long to answer, I had to stop and nap a few times in between questions...

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alwayshere195 · 5 years

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Roots

This is my first Moomin fanfic that I wrote. It’s not a Snufmin or Springdove or whatever their ship name is fanfic but I do hope you enjoy it anyways!

Snufkin doesn't have roots nor has he planted himself anywhere. He doesn't want to stay in one spot for too long. At least, that's what he told himself for so many years.

It isn't until now, as an adult, does he realize the truth. He had planted himself a long time ago.

If he has to pick a plant to describe himself it will be Sugar Maple tree. A full grown, roots deep into the soil, and sturdy tree. One you can rely on to know that it'll remain there. A tree, who's leaves change colors during Fall and is gone for the Winter. Yet, they always return in Spring. Such as he does every year.

MoominValley has become his home for years now. No matter how old and worn the road back to this valley seems, Snufkin will walk it every year. No matter how emotionally draining it feels to turn around and come back to a place he knows, he will always do it. He has grown deep roots here.

There's a few reasons to why he continues to return but only one major one.

"Snufkin!"

Him, Moomintroll, his best friend for so many years now. Moomin is the major reason for Snufkin to keep returning. He loves and treasures his best friend more than anyone out of the entire World. Matter of fact, Moomin is the only one he keeps close to his heart.

Sure, he has his other friends like Little My, Sniff, Snorkmaiden, Snork, and well, nearly everyone else in MoominValley. He also has Moomin's parents who he does love dearly. Snufkin even thinks of them as his own family.

But Moomintroll, he's on a whole different playing field than the rest.

It has honestly been such a battle internally for Snufkin throughout the time they've known each other. The battle between his loyalty and love for Moomin and his want for freedom.

Yet, after all these years, it's hit the stage that when he's gone for Winter and can sense the slightest bit of Spring, he will turn around to make his way back. As during one time, he tried to ignore it and enjoy his time alone. But the enjoyment turned into something sour. Such an awful feeling had filled him. Snufkin had to turn back to MoominValley for the feeling to leave.

"Moomin!" Snufkin greets his best friend.

Snufkin stands still watching Moomin approach him. The two adults take a seat near a tree that's by Snufkin's normal camping spot.

Moomin looks up at the colorful leaves and watches as some fall to the ground. "Winter is coming."

"Hm? Oh, yes it is."

"When are you leaving?"

"Not sure."

"Can you leave after I start hibernating?"

Snufkin shrugs, "I suppose. I did want to get a little head start."

Moomin tilts his head, "You have a place in mind this year?"

"Oh no, no. I just feel that I need a bit more time this Winter."

"Oh," Moomin says sadly. His ears drop down along with his head.

Snufkin sees this and with a sigh he speaks, "Now don't do that. I will be back before you know it. Like every year. I am rooted here."

"Huh?"

With a small wave of his hand and a soft smile, Snufkin chuckles ever so lightly. "Nothing, nothing. But I will be back in Spring as always."

"I'm going to miss you."

"I know Moomintroll," Snufkin says. The words 'and I'll miss you too' hangs in the air. It doesn't need to be said for they both know.

#moomin #snufkin #fanfic #kay's writing #short story

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jubilantwriter · 5 years

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Dreamlike Memories

Summary: Based off @yuumahs‘ art. Snufkin recalls a moment from his past with Moominpappa and Moominmamma.

Or at least.

A moment he struggles to remember.

He doesn't often divulge tales from his past. At least, not tales that don't entertain and captivate his audience. No no, the tales he keeps close to his heart are too sad for the ears of friends, tender and sweet and naive in their own rights.

Though, perhaps, he too is a bit naive as he accepts a warm cup of cocoa from Moominmamma, as though the drink can heal whatever ache he feels. It is a nice feeling, however, to be taken care of like so. She smiles down at Snufkin, before taking a seat next to him on the couch. He's thoroughly soaked, head from toe, but he hasn't made a move to dress in drier clothes just yet. No, he'd rather stay cold and wet for a moment longer, if only because the feeling stirs something within him. Moominmamma watches him anxiously, her quiet fretting palpable in the air as though he were her own child.

It makes sense though, given how he's lingered in the valley for some long, for so often. He's practically a member of the family at this point. He takes a sip, letting the flavor sink into his tongue before he swallows.

Outside, the autumn storm rages like a spiteful Park Keeper, thrashing branches against the Moominhouse windows and tossing his now ripped tent this way and that. Moomintroll is still asleep upstairs, but Moominpappa and Moominmamma were awakened by his frantic knocking as the chilling rain got the better of his nature braving ways.

He looks out the window, sipping and musing as the chill seeps out from his bones and onto the floor. The feeling of cold is something he's all too familiar with, and he can usually manage well with being wet and cold and almost miserable.

But the crashing branches and howling wind sound too familiar to him. It made his head throb and his heart ache with a familiar something he couldn't remember, a memory he's all too familiar with that always escapes his grasps when he struggles to cling to it all too desperately.

"...it was just like this." He mumbles into his mug, looking at his reflection as the steam brushes his cheeks.

"Pardon?" Moominpappa straightens in his seat, his ears perked up from the boy's whispers.

"Oh. It's nothing." Just like that, the memory buries itself again, and Snufkin is left fumbling with nothing but a vision of hands reaching for him but never fully grasping. "I just..." He trails off.

"You just what, Snufkin?" It wasn't often that the Moominparents had a moment alone with Snufkin like this, quiet and contemplative with a touch of reflective yearning.

He doesn't often divulge tales from his past. He finds it difficult to form words for thoughts he can't describe, for feelings he can't yet pin down. No no, his past is too sad for him to recall, all ripped apart like a cherished photo, pieces snatched away from him before he could realize the treasure he had lost.

All that remains are those black, gloved hands, stark against a backdrop of white.

Hands reaching.

But never fully grasping.

"Snufkin?" Moominpappa snaps him out of his thoughts, and he watches as Moominmamma gently elbows her husband.

"Now, dear, leave the poor boy to his thoughts." She glances at Snufkin, her eyes crinkling gently with a little smile. "He'll continue if he wishes."

If he wishes.

What does he wish?

He stares back down into the warm cocoa, and wonders if he ever had something so comforting as a child, before the torn up photo, before the black against white.

He wants to believe that he did.

He takes a sip, and thinks.

It's too sad to recall something he can't remember.

But perhaps...

Perhaps.

He looks back up at the parents before him, both curious and concerned for his well-being. Both much more mature, and less naive than his friends.

But just as soft and tender.

The drink swirls in his hands, and quietly, he tries to recall what he can.

"I..." Moominpappa leans forward, an encouraging nod of his head letting Snufkin know that he's being heard. Snufkin clears his throat, and wills his voice to strengthen. "I was just thinking that... this feeling. It was familiar. It reminded me of what I can recall from my past."

His vision blurs, and he looks up to see snow surrounding him. A voice sobs, and he recognizes it as his own, detached and younger than the him he is now. Strangers, familiar but unfamiliar, approach him, leaning down and picking up a small child, a bruised little thing with a growing welt on his forehead.

Snufkin, before he was Snufkin.

Moominpappa and Moominmamma blend into the snow of his memories as he continues.

"I was found by a pair of Hemulen nurses. They said I was found by the side of a road. The two of them took me in, as it had just recently snowed. They said there were tracks everywhere, leading from some unknown place, going to some unknown destination, with me dropped off to the side, cold and alone." He closes his eyes, and he images the scene as the Hemulens had once described it to him.

It's dark, he thinks, or as dark as it can be to a frightened child. Maybe daybreak has just broken through the trees.

Trees. Thrashing with the wind, scaring an already terrified child to his wits. The child wails louder, and he cries for those hands that tried to grab him.

But instead, he is met with the shocked faces of two Hemulens out and about.

He is picked up, and he remembers those words they spoke to him. Softly, he repeats the line out loud.

"What is your name, little one?"

But he can't remember, so he repeats for the two to hear: "I don't know."

They take him to a hospital, where he remembers a storm that brews and bangs against the windows of the building, making him cower under his sheets as the bandages around his head do nothing for his memory. The nurses are as useful as the bandages as they loom over his bed, forgoing comforting to instead chatter next to their charge.

"What do we do with the Mumrik," he hears them whisper, "What do we do with a child who has nothing, not even a name?"

"An orphanage, maybe?"

"That must be the right choice."

"But what of a name?"

"Suppose we give him one?"

"But what?"

A rifling of pages.

"He's not very hairy."

"So not a Joxter."

"Then... ah!"

A pause.

"That shall do."

And then they leave.

He remembers a day passing before he is introduced with a stern looking Fillyjonk accompanied by the two nurses. One of them pipes up, speaking quickly with excitement.

"Call the child Snufkin."

The other nurse holds a new, green hat in her paws, before passing it to the Fillyjonk.

"Give the child this hat." The Fillyjonk takes it, giving it a once over before plopping it on Snufkin's head. The nurse crows with excitement. "Now the boy finally owns a name and a thing!" The Fillyjonk says nothing, does nothing, except look at Snufkin with an apathy he never wishes to see again.

She turns on her heel, and leaves him to the company of the two nurses, only glancing back once with a disapproving stare, before motioning him to follow.

He doesn't, and he watches as she disappears into the hall.

Snufkin blinks blearily, and the nurses are replaced with Moominpappa and Moominmamma, both staring with distressed looks on their faces.

"Snufkin..." Moominmamma reaches forward and gently places her paw on his arm. "What happened to you that day? Before you were found by the Hemulen nurses?" He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Well," he takes another sip from his cocoa, but the drink has gone cold with the time it took for him to recollect, "I don't know a thing before that."

#moominvalley #snufkin #moominpappa #moominmamma #hemulen characters #fillyjonk character #no betas i die at 6 am #i should be writing others things but fuck it my guys when inspiration hits it HITS #i might continue this

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