#I love moomins so much y'all

[thatsitso]

He's coming back today!!!

[skipblebee]

sigh I wish Muddler was real I'd give him a bunch of cozy little tin cans and sow small cushions for him and place him in there and fill it with tiny cute little buttons and trinkets to make sure he's comfy and carry him around with me and go on little adventures with him and

[burymeinblack2022]

Don't ask:

- a man, his salary

- A woman, her age

- And a tumblrina (gn) who they voted for in the nge/moomin poll....

[michael-after-hours]

I feel like moomin...Moominvalley cartoon...from the 90s.....it's...soo......got the tism...✨💖💖💖💖

[rye-in-a-coat]

You're most famous for this wonderful fashion advice.

Oh perhaps !

My 450-note Muddler meme that is still to this date my original post with the highest note-count ! It even was reblogged by a blog dedicated to Finnish matters.

I even had the honour to be featured in @moomshroomsoup 's Moomin video compilation "Moomin memes that fuel my existence" which has 13.5k views.

This may be an obscure fact for y'all but in 2020 I had a YouTube channel dedicated to Moomins videos called "Frisco Mint". It's deleted now and I have forgotten how many views my most popular videos got.

Nowadays few people reblog this meme, usually when someone arrives at my blog and goes tag-surfing in it.

As someone who has cosplayed Muddler, I think I would def get a saucepan (not a 615-dollars one tho obviously) just for it; because none of the ones I have at home have the same structure or fit my head nicely. Also, on that subject, cosplaying Muddler also makes you realise how much pain his head gets from such headwear.

I love the Muddler so much and so his clothes. Would hold him from the scarf, and pull him close for a kiss.

[nanoa1foryou]

Hey, @nwtbobsessedemo thanks for the tag dear!

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better

Sekasin. One of the first shows I properly binged. A lot of fun stuff but also so much hard hitting stuff about mental health and difficult life situations as well.

2. Once Upon A Time. I was watching it when it first started airing. I later rewatched the whole show, including the seasons that I'd missed when it originally aired. Gotta love the very weird and complicated family dynamics. Wasn't the biggest fan of the final season, but over all very entertaining.

3. Supernatural. Nothing left to say that hasn't been said before. Y'all know how it is.

4. Störs av allt (Quicksand). I read the book and actually really liked it. Then found out there was a Netflix series and felt instant dread. However, the casting for this show is on point. Some moments that didn't really hit in the book carried way better on screen too. Maybe the one thing that didn't really translate was the anticipation and air of mystery brought by an unreliable narrator, but ultimately the show makes up for it in other ways.

5. Robin - Täydellinen Ilta. I did actually enjoy the show. Robin can get along with people so easily, so it didn't feel nearly as forced as a lot of other similar talk show concepts.

6. Kätevä Emäntä. A Finnish skit comedy show centered around the mundane lives of housewives. Haven't seen any episodes in a long time, but I still remember a lot of the running gags. It was quuite good.

7. Muumilaakson tarinoita (The Moomins). It's a classic. Honestly a comfort watch.

8. Mythbusters. Obviously. What is there to not love about this show?

Do you know how long it took me to even come up with 8 shows that I have watched? Let alone 8 that I have liked? I don't watch that many shows. Most of these I've watched a long time ago at best.

Anyway, I shall tag @lnights and @paleangels13

No pressure, I'm just interested to see your lists <3

[avocadoguru]

Hi guys(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I'm still thinking about the chapter and I'm just Aaaaaaaaaa

I left you some nice things in the tags but I wanna be thorough with the love I give to you and I'm still thinking about it so here we go!!

I love Niall as the doctor. He fits the role so nicely, and how he is a lone wolf leaving the pack and living on his own now seems very fitting and also is a wonderful addition and shows how it's not impossible for Harry to leave if he wasn't the alpha.

I am also in awe of lil Edward. He deserves all the love and I'm terrified for him that the pack is so cruel. My hope is that y/N will take on the motherly role a bit more on him and give him the safe space he needs to find his way back to his human form. I'm sure all he needs is love and reassurance and then he'll be able to show them that he can be a leader too once he's grown up <3

Okay let's also talk about the panty scene??? You guys had me reading that in public in a spinning chair in the lobby of the moomin museum and there were SO many children running around and I was there like 🧍

This chapter had the best non smutty smut I've ever had. The descriptions of emotions and actions are done SO WELL.

Y'all deserve an award for that 💯💯💯

And the lake scene was just aaaaa

Unhinged behaviour right there I'm so glad they got to kiss 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it's just ughhhh I will read this over and over again and already know that I will never grow tired of it 💛💛

Thanks so much for writing and updating and just being generally so so awesome 😚💛

(@fkinavocado here) 🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️ i (we) also read your tags hun and i cannot tell you how much i appreciate all your lovely feedback!!! like genuinely i have no words. thank you so much🥺💋💋💋 SO MUCH

[equalseleventhirds]

can’t believe moomins fandom was all joxter this and joxter that

and then i finally get to ‘the exploits of moominpapa’ and nobody told me about hodgkins! nobody said that he is chaotic and clever and kind! i get that he is not a Hot Dad like the joxter but he is a Friend (and a good uncle) and ok i’ve only been into moomins for like a week but i’ve defos been browsing the tag like, every day for that whole week, and no one mentioned this!!

[kawaiicolorgirl]

CHUCKS THIS AT U LIKE A BOMB N RUNS jk tho

Fanart Friday #6

Been down in the dumps lately and I was looking for something to cheer me up while listening to the Marshmallow Boy n yip yip Spotify playlists (its such a bop btw) -w-

And so I decided to randomly doodle @hanekdrawsmoomins Moomin's modern/college AU, and this was the end result! I had such a blast drawing all of this, SDFGHJK I JUST COULDN'T CONTAIN IT! Your designs are very big brained and very talented, I get so giddy whenever you post! (⌒▽⌒) Hope you liked this as much as I did, this was one of my more fun Fanart Friday entry's I've ever done, I love ur work so much n I hope your doing well! Thanks again for all the cool moomie content! I'll see ya y'all next week!

PEACE- BB

Just guys bein dudes >:]

[hyggehyuck]

catboy!renjun hc's

breed : ragdoll

he’d be the softest, sweetest baby

though he doesn’t like to admit it, he looooves cuddling and being by your side in general

there’s something about your scent that’s comforting to him and puts him at ease

like if he’s with you nothing could possibly go wrong in the world

junnie takes advantage of the winter and often blames the cold season for his undying need for your warmth; grabs every opportunity he can to just stay in the sheets with you, doing nothing and just being each other’s company, like an absolute cuddle bug

when you cuddle, he tends to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, which causes his ears to tickle your jaw

in return you would play with his tail but that often leads to something else 😏

pls he’s very needy so make sure to give him all the attention he wants

in times you don’t, he’d be very whiny and literally won’t leave you alone; constantly pulling your arm, resting his chin on your shoulder, and when he’s really really desperate, he would jump in front of you to block your view then give you his signature pout and doe eyes that he knows you can’t resist

once he does that, it’s game over for you

makes!! grabby!! hands!! a looooooot

junnie’s addicted to head pats; his weak spot is in between his ears, touch him there and he’ll be putty in your hands, purring so loudly

his hair is also super soft so you tend to run your fingers through it and it smells good all the time too

he’s a very clean feline who looks after his hygiene almost religiously

absolutely loves bubble baths, but even more so when you join him

grumpy junnie tends to keep a scowl on his face and flick his tail around as he walks, huffing from time to time

you find that very endearing and adorable of him, though you mostly keep it to yourself for obvious reasons

when he’s sad he wraps his tail around himself and sulks in a corner; he’d refuse to tell you what’s wrong at first and push you away, but soon after he’d find himself crashing into your arms

what he needs the most during that moment is companion, to know that you’re by his side and he won’t go through this alone, so just patiently cuddle him and reassure him every now and then

renjun tends to be very protective of you, especially in public

he makes sure to rub off his scent on you before you head outside, clinging to you for extended periods of time and refusing to let you go til he’s satisfied

everytime you go out, buy him anything that has moomin in it and he’ll be giving you twinkly eyes for days

pls just give him all the love he deserves, he’s too precious and you wouldn’t want him having his ears down and keeping his tail low

he may not say it a lot, but he really loves you and he’s grateful for you

around you, he feels accepted and safe; he feels as though he finally belongs somewhere in this world and he knows that you would go through lengths just to protect him

a/n: aaa i felt super soft while writing this 🥺 i hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it <3 anw catboy renjun supremacy

[mumrikpaws]

I posted 1,488 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 66.6 posts.

I added 123 tags in 2021

#omg - 26 posts

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#mums art - 15 posts

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#my 2020 summer highlights include driving around with an iced coffee talking to blossombell about writing this thing

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

63 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 20:49:04 GMT

#4

HEEEY I'm at 200+ followers on this blog now?? thanks y'all! have a joxter.

71 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 13:51:47 GMT

#3

still so much to learn when it comes to animation ;_; thankfully Moomin is very easy and quick to draw for more complex practice!

no shade to 3d but i still say we missed out on 2d moominvalley

107 notes • Posted 2021-09-29 16:32:29 GMT

#2

moomintroll loves everyone and everyone loves him

(art for my lovely friend blossombell!)

127 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 19:57:00 GMT

#1

moomins are good swimmers c:

305 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 17:36:28 GMT

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[turtle-ly]

Who’s your favourite character from any show (or book if you prefer) and why?

Good luck on you exam!

asdfghjkl if i have a new interest y'all will be the first to know. im gonna pick another series: peridot from su. when i first got into lapidot i was so conflicted bc i love both of them so much i couldnt pick a fav (normally i'd like one more). they just brought me so much joy. in the end i picked peridot to pour all my enthusiasm into, the gremlin archetype <3 and now you know why i like catra. Another would be moomin bc he is so Round. maximum fur blob. somft warm not-hippo 😌

[a-werewolf-awooo]

Moomin Mama is the most sensible character in the entire Moomin series. Snorkmaiden is smart but she's still a child, and Snufkin is sorta smart but he's still.....Snufkin.

[dannyvhs]

Rules: Name 7 comfort films and tag 7 people

tagged by: @daisy-todd

I'm not tagging seven people, but I'll challenge any of my mutuals to do it. Y'all can say I tagged you ;>

Saw: Something about the first movie just vibes my bones so right. I can quote basically the entire movie. Also it's got Cary Elwes mmm

Saw 7: Same kinda vibe as the first one. Also it's the return of the king. Truthfully all of the Saw series is a comfort to me, but one and seven are my favorites.

Nightmare on Elm Street 2010: Another one that vibes my bones so well. I relate a lot to Quentin

Big Hero 6: A movie I very much relate to and found super refreshing when I first watched it. It also really motivates me as an animator.

Jurassic Park: I love dinosaurs and this was one of my favorite movies when I was a kid. I still get excited over Jurassic Park content esp when it's about the T-Rex

Paranorman: Family friendly zombie horror with an amazing message and lovable characters. As a kid I related to Norman with his love of horror and feeling like an outcast because of it. Also as an animator, the movie is just gorgeous!

Moomins (90s anime): Not a movie, but it needs to be on the list. Very feel good show when I need something wholesome. It also kept me calm during the beginning of the pandemic and gave me something happy to think about.

[nikkistrations]

I wanna do some OC art but I'm not 100% inspiried to do any fhdhd sooooo if y'all have any ideas for any if my OCs and their ships (I'll make a list uwu) pleaaaaase drop them in my inbox! Even if I don't draw it. Chances are I might answer the ask to talk about it, cuz I love my OCs very much fjdhdhd and I love talking about them fjdjd

If I could put a read more on mobile, I absolutely would fjdhd OCs and their ships ahead fjdj

Stella (we all know TokoxStella and KuroiroxStella, but she's also shipped with Kirishima and Shinsou)

Ayumi aka Charm-di (shipped with Taishirou aka Fat Gum)

Lucifer I forgot her name I haven't done anything with her in a while or... ever really....(shipped with Present Mic)

Silver Nightlock (not shipped, but if ya have suggestions I'm willing to hear them haha)

Mizu Kuroppoi (Shipped with Fishin (a friend's OC))

Nona Esme (no ships, willing to take suggestions)

Arjun Clarke (shipped with a friend's OC whose name I just can never spell, Im sorry Charlie fjdhdh)

Trish/Skylar (not shipped, suggestions welcome)

Zendaya Smith (shipped with Shouji uwu)

Nanashi (shipped with Kendo Rappa, their soze difference is too cute)

Dabria (Shipped with Dabi, their names go together so well that they have no official ship name lol)

I have two more bnha ocs, but their still in the design process, so we're movin on uwu

For Moomins fandom I have

Maev, my cute oil witch (shipped with Snufkin and sometimes Billy cuz why not, also a friend's OC, Tinker, who is yet to be designed uwu)

Middy (shipped with @weeb-bee 's witch OC Alucard)

Edik, crime aunt (shipped with Joxter, obviously lol)

I had an OC designed to ship with another's OC, but we never ended uo doing anything with Myrthe haha, she's still fun to draw tho.

Moving on toooooooo Hazbin Hotel I designed two

Sorrel/Carnifex (friends ship her with Alastor)

And Ignis (friends liked her with Angel Dust)

Hm... do I have other OCs??? I might... but these are the main ones fhdhshd

Tgere is, of course, self-insert Nikki and the many bots and cons she's shipped with, but I won't get into that fjdhdhdhhd

[stingerpicnic]

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

Read on ao3

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.”