#Snufmin baby

[m0ssmell0w]

Busted doing crimes!!

[psudopod]

Snufkin quotes for the tumblrtrolls

[skruttet]

martinex have a new design called "soulmates" (i assume for valentine's day) and whilst it does include the moomin/snorkmaiden hug, it also includes moomin and snufkin!!!!! 🥹💕

[mymsart]

Uncolored for the moment, but here’s my Snufmin babies!! Big sister Dove, middle son Shiver, and the rowdy littlest sister Twine!! 🕊️💧🧶

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

oui

[skipblebee]

Oh dear oh dear Skip seems to have caught Snufmin Child Fever oh maybe it's in the air

[starstruck358]

Baby's first snufmin art

full pic:

I watched the moominvalley show. The old one, and the new one

@nintendonut1 inspired me this beautiful calm ship.

I've never been so crazy about these two-

[totsfunkygroovynuggets]

HELLO

I’ve done a thing and I’m trying to push the button to post it.

Im cleaning up an old animatic and thought I’d play with the sketches like rag dolls. They are lil babies here, not actual toddlers, idk, like 7? 6? I don’t know I haven’t seen a kid in so long. But the animatic won’t be about well, Snufmin. But it will be cute. (And this ain’t leaving Tumblr I’m too scared)

[irlmumrik]

hello !! First off I just want to say how beautiful your art is (fellow fluffy Moomin fan) and I’m here to ask about your fan kids :)

yeaaaa!!!!!!! fluffy moomin believers 🔛🔝!! ( also tysm I love ur art too omg)

Milo presents, a list of random bs and funfacts about his snufmin fankids⬇️⬇️⬇️

🍊clem collects bottlecaps but she never takes the time to wash them so they sit in a sticky box under her bed and if she puts her hand in there they all get stuck to her fur. messy dyslexic/dyscalculia audhd queen cannot for the love of her clean her room and *keep* it clean. went through a phase for one month where the only food she would eat were pancakes so she's a pancake flipping MASTER her favorite is banana chocolate chip.

🪻thistle LOVES badgers if you looked into her head (like you do in tomodatchi life) it would be a compressed jpeg of this 🦡 and literally nothing else. she also makes all her clothing by hand :)) and by proxy all of her family members clothing by hand. shes skilled in machine sewing, hand sewing embroidery, knitting the only thing she *cannot* get under her fingers is crochet. she's self conscious about her paws :< she wishes bitterly that she had moomin paws instead of mumrik paws

🥬parsnip can only fall asleep with a pillow on his face. like, he won't sleep on top of the pillow he has to sleep with the pillow over him. thistles worried he'll suffocate. he gives the radium girls a run for their money with the volume of paint water he consumes accidentally during the week (he really needs to stop putting his paint water in MUGS) there were literal months in which tomas would leave him fish on his window sill and parsnip was so convinced he was haunted that he gave up seafood for weeks until finding out it was just tomas being weird

🌾nettle wishes terribly that he could backflip but he really can't no matter how hard he tries, the closet he gets is if he does that thing where you hold onto a tree branch and flip yourself over, or underwater. he does professional competitive fishing for his life as he's older :))!! fly fishing is his personal favorite and his favorite fish is the arctic char :)) nettles favorite thing to do as a baby was pull on moomins fur very hard.

[snufkinsnogger]

>: Snufmin shippers chipping away at my hard shell with the cutest baby character design ever. He's shy.

[kriscuit]

[Image description: a digital drawing of adult Snufkin and Moomin from the Moomin series, along with their fan-created child, Chirita, between them. Snufkin is wearing a green sweater, a beige skirt with dark green pants underneath, brown boots, a blue-green hat, and a yellow scarf. his hair is long and has a small braid in it, and his tail is also braided. Chirita has light cream fur, brown hair, and light blue eyes. she wears a worn yellow scarf and a dark blue-green jacket. Moomin is wearing a red vest, embroidered with leaves and flowers. End description]

i redid my snufmin fankid!! i love her with all of my heart she’s everythimg to me.... individuals and more info under the cut

[Image description: individual closeups of the above drawing. End description]

i’m not decided on how she was created, because i like trans pregnancy snufkin but i also like asexual snufkin. right now i’m thinking she bloomed out of a flower or something, probably a chirita, hence her name (she has their genetics because Magic)

snufkin gave her his old scarf and got a “new” one, i think she shares his repulsion of new things

moomintroll and snufkin carved her baby crib out of wood together, including little symbols and things that are important to them

snufkin used to play her lullabies on his harmonica but moomin was worried about his sleep, so he put them on a record player. he still plays them sometimes when he misses it

her left ear is smaller, which she’s a bit self-conscious about. she tends to tilt her head so she can hear better, and her parents are careful to stand on her right side when speaking to her

unrelated to her but i think moomin made vests for each season, he always gets sad when he changes to his autumn one

i have a vivid image of their house in my mind that i’m gonna draw, but it’s basically an open treehouse with the dining table and snufkin’s sleeping area outside

i think snufkin starts getting forebodings as he gets older, maybe not as bad as joxter but he can at least warn of rain so they can bring the table inside (he’s fine with sleeping in rain, he has a retractable cover over his area)

moomin goes by moominpappa now, but i think a lot of people (snufkin definitely) still call him moomintroll. i’m not sure about snufkin because pappa is cute but i project my lack of biney onto him, so i might use the “snufkinnoppa” i thought of a while ago

i haven’t decided yet if they wear wedding rings (which is convenient because i accidentally covered both of their paws), but if they do, i think snufkin wears his on a necklaces under his scarf. he doesn’t like the idea of it falling off or getting damaged, so he keeps it safe and close to his heart

that got a bit off topic but i hope you like my baby my daughter my sweetheart

[m0ssmell0w]

i like your snufmin baby oc king, keep up the good work

🙏😭 Thank you, oh kind person! I hope to give him more attention soon

[strawtebby]

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1654358

This is Moominrik, the Snufmin child I made, he has some coloration from his dad, Snufkin, while still being mostly Moomin. He’s very restless and one day really wants to go see the world like his dad. Moomin is protective, probably because Rik gets sick so often and is just as, if not more, stubborn and impulsive as both his fathers. Short story I wrote about Moomin and Snufkin under the cut. Rik calls Snufkin dad and Moomin papa

Snufkin and Moomin have long since confessed and gotten married with Snufkin still going to explore every winter, when Rik is born though Snufkin goes a bit stir crazy being forced to stay in one place for months until Rik is born in the fall. When Moomin comes downstairs one day at the start of winter and sees him getting a bag together he feels more alone then he ever had before. He asks Snufkin for the first time ever to not leave, to stay just this once and go in the spring when Rik was no longer a newborn. But he can’t, Snufkin feels compelled to wander and as much as he truly does love his family he is terrified of one winter turning into one year, and then three, and then ten, until suddenly he’s trapped in Moomin Valley forever, never able to leave again. He loves it here, in many, many ways it is his true home, but he can’t ever feel comfortable here again if he forces himself to stay… so he leaves. He promises he’ll come back a little early, that he’ll already be here when Moomintroll and Rik wake up… Moomin says nothing, other then telling him to be safe, and watches him leave. He cries for hours that night, cries himself into hibernation next to Rik’s bassinet in his room. That is, until Rik wakes up halfway through winter and starts to cry, hungry and needing to be fed. Moomin does his best to try and put him back to sleep but it doesn’t work. You see, Rik is half Mumrik, and they don’t sleep through the winter, they wander. Poor Moomin is a wreck by the time Snufkin gets home, his promise broken, even if it wasn’t his fault. Rik is crawling by now and Moomin’s nerves are shot by the thought of him crawling into a snowstorm, falling down the stairs, climbing out the window, it was all so awful to think about that eventually he starts keeping Rik in a swaddling blanket around his chest. Rik is his fathers’ son and so he is adept at getting himself into messes, so it honestly probably was the best option. Snufkin is surprised when he walks in and sees Moomin tiredly chopping up fruits and vegetables for a purée, he was certain he was back early, the snow was still falling even. Snufkin quietly announces his presence, Moomin takes one look at him, glares, and pulls Rik out of the sling around his body and puts him in Snufkin’s arms telling him to take care of him, he was going to bed. Snufkin was confused, Moomin was always excited when he came home and with dread pooling in his stomach he can’t help but think of something Little My had said to him once as he was preparing to leave for winter: “You know if you keep leaving him like this there will come a day when he won’t be waiting.” Snufkin is terrified that her words might have come true, but is pulled from his thoughts when Rik giggles and gently tugs his shirt. He smiles, a warm, gentle smile reserved for only those who truly meant the world to him. He bundles Rik up and takes him outside to play in the snow. Both men are mortified when their baby wakes up the next day with a horrible fever. Moomin is livid. “What were you thinking? Months of keeping him inside, keeping him warm, you’re home for less the a day and he’s sick! Why do you only ever think of yourself??” There is a pause, they both know he isn’t just talking about Rik. Snufkin feels disgusted with himself (so does Moomin) and he quietly asks, “Do you want me to leave Songbird?” Their pet name, a bridge, a branch to forgiveness. “Do whatever you want, Snufkin.” The bridge was burnt, the branch used to light the fire. Moomin was not yet ready to forgive, and when Snufkin really does leave for the rest of the winter, stretching into summer, Moomin doesn’t know if he ever will be.