#and eat pancakes with snufkin

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The "anti-lonliness" Moomin Bakery & Cafe where you could eat your meal with a giant plush Moomin closed earlier this year, and I am definitely not crying about it.

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Catch and Seek

(Cw for softvore, open-ended vore/implied safe vore, and same-size vore. This story will also feature vore between the characters Moomintroll and Snufkin, who’ll probably be ooc. Also feral Snufkin.)

A/n: I’m not exactly proud of this, but I've been reading a lot of vore prompts lately and it sparked my inspiration to write. I’m open to criticism, but before you judge me please remember that I haven’t sat down to write anything in months. Anyways, have this throws yet another vore fic at you

Wordcount: 2k+

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“Hurry up and explain yourself, or I just found lunch” Snufkin tapped his foot on the ground, arms crossed as he looked down at the blanket that lay just below him, said blanket being tucked into a misshapen ball. Whoever, or whatever, was going through his tent had tumbled, rather clumsily, into it, now hiding itself beneath it. He didn’t even get a good look at whatever it was, though he’d assumed it was a small animal. They got in rather often, much to the traveller’s annoyance.

“Come on.” He could’ve been more nice about it, sure. But nobody would be particularly keen with someone else going through their stuff, now would they? Plus, he hadn’t gotten the chance to eat all day. He could justify wanting a good, live lunch, at least as long as his conscience could handle it.

After a few more seconds of waiting, he was still met with silence. Crouching down, Snufkin took the chance to take in the scent of the animal, only for it to be masked by the smoky smell of the blanket. He didn’t have that good of a nose, anyways.

Hesitantly, he took hold of the blanket, fingers digging into the scratchy, felt fabric. “Won’t talk, huh?” He pulled the fabric back, only to be batted in the face with a paw. It was a large one, too. Grabbing onto it, he pushed the weight of the animal down, pinning them to the floor. It’d been surprising, really, seeing how they were much larger than expected. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking logically, as he took in the smell of rich coffee and homemade pancakes. Felt the texture of soft fur between his fingers, the sight of it a pale white. Wide, almost alarmed blue eyes looked into his.

“Moomintroll?” Snufkin pulled away, wiping a line of drool from his lips. Drool that dripped onto Moomintroll’s face. “My apologies! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He looked away from Moomintroll, instead opting to make awkward eye contact with the ground. Embarrassed enough to not question why Moomintroll had been in his tent in the first place.

His stomach, still insistent on getting a meal, let out a low, loud gurgle.

Moomintroll wiped the bit of drool between his eyes with his paws. Taking a moment to stare at it, the saliva was warm and thick. Sticky, too. He looked back up at Snufkin. Even if the other was looking away from him, Moomintroll took notice of how he’d buried his face in his hands, shaking his head all the while. Only a few seconds ago he’d looked so different. Different than any side of his best friend he's ever seen before. Not sad, but not composed either. With teeth bared and his pupils dilated, staring back down at Moomintroll as though he was his prey. His right wrist ached from being gripped as tightly as it was.

“That was..” Moomintroll felt his words drawl once Snufkin turned back to face him. “That was so cool!”

“What?”

Moomintroll looked back down at his wrist, rubbing the sore skin. “You were like a wild animal! A bear!” Upon hearing that, Snufkin awkwardly scooted back over to Moomintroll, gently taking hold of his friend's arm to inspect the sore wrist. “I didn’t mean to scare you, really.” At the worst, he’d come out of this with a bruised wrist.

“It’s ok. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” Moomintroll mused, pulling his wrist back. “Oh! But can I ask you something?” His head peaked up.

Snufkin paused as he grabbed his hat off the floor of the tent. “Depends on the question.” He then brushed his bangs to the side of his face, promptly putting his hat back on. “What is it?”

“If I was somebody else, what would’ve you done?”

‘Why such a morbid question?’. Snufkin raised his brow at the other, trying his best to stay composed. Moomintroll was sitting far too close for comfort, the two of them sitting right across from one another. Face to face. “I guess I would’ve eaten them.” Surely he could be honest with Moomintroll, they were best friends after all.

“Eaten? Like one of those forest beasts who swallow men whole?” Moomintroll giggled, unable to take it completely seriously. Maybe he just didn’t want to take Snufkin as someone who could be violent, no, that’s not the right word– aggressive? Savage? As though he was one of those beasts.

What he hadn’t expected was Snufkin nodding.

“You’re being silly! Nobody your height could ever open their mouth that big!”

Snufkin laughed, still a bit embarrassed. “I couldn’t properly digest anything bigger than a hare. Anything larger than that will give me a stomach ache sooner or later.”

Curious, Moomintroll promptly slipped his hand into his friend's mouth, prying it open. Even as Snufkin tried to pull his head back he still took a moment to gawk at his open jaw, taking note of how it could seamlessly dislocate before right back into place. Like the jaws of a snake.

Snapping his mouth shut, Snufkin could only murmur out, “Please don’t do that.” The brunette rubbed his cheek, before gulping back more saliva. He winced as his stomach let out another pained groan.

Taking notice of the sudden noise, Moomintroll remarked “Still hungry? Maybe we could play a game!” He then got up, taking Snufkin by the hand and unzipping the zipper to the tent, taking a moment to unjam it. “That is, if you're up for it.”

“A game? Sorry, but I’d rather eat lunch first.”

“That’s the fun part!” Moomintroll let go of Snufkin's hand, a childish grin on his face. “You can’t digest me, Right?” Snufkin nodded, unsure of where this was going.  ..Which means you can safely eat me.”

Snufkin shook his head. “No, no, wait. What if you get hurt? I’m not eating you!”

“Oh come on~!” Moomintroll mused. “We can make it into a game! Like tag!”

With that, Moomintroll took a moment to give Snufkin a wink, before bolting from the tent, stumbling as his feet hit the grass. It’d only taken a few seconds for Snufkin to follow. Only to catch him caught off guard when Snufkin suddenly stopped pursuing him, instead running for the bridge, blocking it. Surprised, Moomintroll instead turned for the woods, feeling his pace quicken despite the twigs that littered the ground poking at him as he ran by.

He soon found himself off and away from the trail. He’d known this all was a game, and one that he had proposed no less. He trusted that he wouldn’t get hurt, and yet adrenaline ran through his veins as he weaved through the trees, his direction seemingly aimless. Low-hanging branches brushed through his fur as he passed them, occasionally hitting his snout.

From behind him Snufkin matched his pace, but seemed to slowly be getting closer, inching towards him as they both ran. His boots, heavy as they were, made little to no sound as he pursued the other. Instead, they seemed to glide across the grass, barely even touching the ground.

‘Umph!” Tumbling into a clearing, Moomintroll squirmed as the sudden weight on his back climbed on top of him, flipping him over. “No fair!”

Snufkin let out a playful laugh, loosening his grip on Moomintrolls arms. His hat had fallen off during the duration of the chase, leaving his already wild hair ruffled. It stuck up in all directions, loose strands framing his face. “You never said that I couldn’t just pounce on you.” As if on cue, his stomach let out another growl, perking up Moomintrolls ears. “About that..” He could feel Moomintroll quiver from under him.

“It’s ok! You won, and you’ll let me out eventually, right?”

Snufkin nodded at the remark, before shoving Moomintrolls paws into his mouth, his teeth hungrily gnawing on them. “Hey! That tickles!” The troll laughed, not taking much mind to his hands being in the mouth of his best friend. Thick globs of saliva already covered his arms from the elbow down, slicking back his fur. With his mouth too full to respond, Snufkin instead ran his tongue across the others arms as he took them in, eating faster than he normally would with live prey. While he tried to be gentle, he couldn’t help himself but to eat quickly. He’d never tried to eat something nearly as big as a Moomin before, nor had he ever tasted anything quite like it. The flavour simply melted on his tongue, savoury if not sweet.

Gulping thickly, he held the back of Moomintrolls head as to position it straight forward, slowly taking in his snout. He’d always found this part the hardest, and would choke if he wasn’t careful. Still, he impatiently gulped down the other, soon making it to, and then past, his shoulders. Although awkward, he’d also found himself shifting his position so that his stomach would lay between his legs, all while trying not to hurt Moomintroll– luckily for him, though, he didn’t struggle much.

As he continued down, he soon felt that ever-so-familiar weight drop into his stomach, with just Moomintroll’s head alone nicely rounding it out. He couldn’t help but flinch when he felt his ribcage get elbowed from the inside, making him sputter.

Moomintroll held his breath. Squirming as Snufkin took his torso in, still gnawing on whatever his teeth could get a hold of. It didn’t hurt, at least for him.

He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of Snufkin actually biting down on his prey.

Slurping up Moomintroll’s legs, Snufkin felt a line of drool trickle down his chin as he brought his friend's knees into his mouth. By now his tunic had started to ride up his enlarged belly, which laid on the grass. Only the calves are left, you can do this. Shaking away his thoughts, he finally made it where only Moomintroll’s feet were left, making quick work of swallowing the rest of him down as he closed his mouth once more.

Moomintroll wiped saliva from his eyes, finally opening them only to be met with a blinding darkness. He took a moment to untangle his limbs and curl into a ball. Around him, there was a thick wall of squishy muscle. While breathable, the air was hot and humid, dank with the smell of meat. From above, he could hear hitches in Snufkin's breathing with every movement, along with the occasional hiccups and small burps.

“Excuse me..” He patted his stomach, feeling the skin of it to be stretched and taught. It’d only been now when he’d realised how embarrassing it would be to be seen, even if they were much too far into the forest for anyone in the valley to find them– at least by accident. Eventually, he caught his breath. “Moomintroll? Is everything ok in there?”

“Mhm! It’s actually nice in here, almost like I'm in a sleeping bag.” Moomintroll let out a yawn, laying his head into the soft muscle. He could feel everything around him shake with each breath, along with hearing the faint sounds of a heartbeat.

“Promise you tell me if you want out?”

“Mhm!”

Satisfied with that answer, Snufkin let his head lie down on top of his belly, now full. The two of them let the next few minutes pass in a comfortable silence, before Moomintroll felt the stomach walls start to vibrate around him. From outside he could hear the soft purrs of his friend, the sound a rumbling echo; a ricochet of noise and warmth. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how cat-like The Snufkin was, even for being the most ‘human’ in the valley. That, and a man-eating “monster”-- but he wasn’t really all that scary, at least not like this.

Closing his eyes, Moomintroll allowed himself to doze off, both he and Snufkin now content.

Explanations can wait for later, Moomintroll decided. we’ll nap first.

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The Growth Spurt

On rediscovering your supportive community

William Harris Snork had followed a strict schedule for most of his life that started at a ridiculously early hour of the morning. Becoming a part of his brother and Sniff’s family had almost immediately made it clear how absurd this lifestyle was. For the better part of the first year he lived in The Snork’s household, he had to occupy himself with cleaning the house as quietly as he could while he waited for everyone else to wake up so that he could make them all breakfast. Snerf had helped him fit in with the much more relaxed lifestyle of Moominvalley and he helped Snerf with overcoming his fears. William treasured his adoptive nephew and he was constantly surprised that Snerf felt the same way about him.

The morning of Snerf’s sudden growth spurt William had been awakened in his bedroom by Snerf’s crying coming from The Snork and Sniff’s bedroom and realized that the young monster had had another crisis. He went out into the hallway to discover that the second floor was completely deserted and the other bedroom doors had been left open. He went to the bathroom and did a quick cleaning of himself and composed himself so that he could be of the most help and comfort to Snerf.

William went downstairs to the kitchen to find that the rest of his family were about to eat breakfast. Snerf’s much larger size was the self-evident cause of the earlier commotion upstairs. William was, of course, taken by surprise, but he knew immediately what the plan would be to help Snerf overcome his initial fearful reaction to the change that he had undergone. He was determined to join in as well.

“Congratulations, Snerf! You look even handsomer than you did before! You all must let me join in showing you off to everyone in Moominvalley!”, William said as he set out a place setting for himself in front of the chair next to Snerf’s and Sniff served him some pancakes, fruit and juice. “You should be so proud and pleased with yourself! I’m sure that all of your friends in Moominvalley will feel the same!”, he continued as he sat down next to Snerf.

Snerf’s eyes teared up a little and he gave William a light, loving hug in gratitude. After breakfast, the four of them set out for Moominhouse. As they walked, they crossed paths with The Inspector and Sir George on patrol. Their eyes widened as they saw that Snerf was now a full head taller than anyone else in his family. Sir George in particular looked overjoyed and rushed over to Snerf.

“I say, my dear Squire, well done! Thou hast clearly been eating well and keeping up thy exercises every day, just as I recommended! We are going to have to redesign the obstacle course for thee! It’s going to be too easy for thee as it is!”, said Sir George, shaking Snerf’s right paw vigorously.

The Inspector politely saluted the group as he and Sir George went on their way. Snerf blushed at this reception and a new look of confidence and hope came over his face. He and his family soon reached the footbridge that crossed the stream near Moominhouse. There they were greeted enthusiastically by Moomintroll, Snufkin, Snork Maiden, Snusmumrikken, Moomin, Tayberry, and Little My, who had been playing Mymbleball in the front yard. Little My took Snerf by the paw and dragged him across the bridge to Moominhouse’s verandah, where Moominpapa and Moominmama were enjoying the morning sun and fresh air from the verandah table. Everyone else in the Moomin family gathered around Snerf to celebrate his growth. They congratulated him and pelted him with questions all at once. Snerf couldn’t begin to respond properly, mostly because he was overwhelmed by their warm, affectionate, and happy welcome.

“Now, now everyone! You’re crowding Snerf and not giving him a chance to understand let alone answer any of you!”, said Moominmama as she made her way to Snerf’s side. They all obeyed and stepped back enough to give Snerf a proper amount of space. Moominmama took Snerf by the paw and pulled gently at it, causing him to lean forward. She planted a tender kiss on his cheek and asked him kindly, “Who are you planning on visiting next?”

“I…I need to see Gerard…show him what’s happened. He…”, said Snerf, his voice trailing off.

“Be sure to pass through the village as you go! Everyone in Moominvalley should have a chance to congratulate you! Everyone here is on your side. Moominvalley needs you and cares about you. You mean a lot to everyone, Gerard in particular. I hope you know that.”, said Moominmama.

Snerf smiled broadly and blushed brightly as he returned Moominmama’s kiss. Then he and his family bid everyone farewell warmly and crossed the footbridge and began to make the long walk to Count Fuzzy’s mansion on the other side of the valley filled with new reassurance, confidence, and hope.

To Be Continued

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Chapter 4: The Beach - "When Spring Comes, We'll Meet Again" (1 Drawing!)

The next day, we met up with the others again after having breakfast on our own. Just as Snufkin said, I was bound to hear him play the harmonica, like it or not. He sat on the railing of the bridge and played. 

Like mice following the pied piper, the others came running to him. By this time, Sniff had been woken up, and I quickly learned of his character. He was prone to complaining and whining. I wasn’t the greatest fan. But that’s okay. I don’t have to become friends with everyone immediately. I reminded myself.

"Where should we go today, everyone?" Moomin asked. 

"Let's go to the beach! Oh, please, Moomin?" Snorkmaiden excitedly asked, her tail swishing behind her. "I haven’t seen the sea since hibernation. There should be some pretty shells washed up on shore to collect!" Snorkmaiden clasped her hands together, already imagining the view.

“Maybe we should get some breakfast first…” Sniff mumbled, yawning into his paw. 

“Didn’t you already have Moominmamma’s pancakes for breakfast? Are you seriously already hungry, Sniff?” Little My put her hands on her waist, rolling her eyes.

“So what…I can always eat more.” Sniff sighed, looking dreamily into the distance. I hid my laugh in my hand. Sniff is…an interesting creature, especially when paired with Little My.

“We’ll go eat later for lunch, Sniff. Now, how does the beach sound to everyone?" Moomin looked around the group.

“Sounds good to me,” I said. 

Seeing everyone nod in agreement, Moomin said, "Alright! Let's go to the beach!"

Snorkmaiden and Moomin walked together, holding paws and enjoying the conversation. Sniff and Little My bickered about who-knows-what, imaginary scenarios, and whatnot. Snufkin and I walked with the others, mostly silent. Watching the group, I couldn’t help but smile.

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The sound of the crashing waves filled my ears. The salty wind forced me to turn my head away from the deep blue of the sea. 

Snufkin sat on a drift log, watching the others with relaxed eyes. His green hat tilted over his eyes, blocking the glaring sun.

Sniff, Moomin, and Little My played tag. The three were running through the incoming and retreating waves. Screeches (mostly Sniffs) of the thrill and laughter made the game look so fun. 

Snorkmaiden was scouring for shells to add to her collection, bringing each one to the sunlight. Finding a good one, she’d nod in satisfaction and tuck it away. Remembering the cave I had walked past yesterday morning, I tried to find it from where I stood. The sun's glare made me squint, and I brought my hand to shade my eyes. Scanning the mountainside, I spotted the darker entrance of the cave with ease. Hm…I wonder what the cave is like. Maybe there are bats. Some cool cave rocks, or maybe nothing at all.

Feeling eyes on me, I looked behind me and met Snufkin’s gaze. 

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"Rauna!"

I turned back to the ocean, looking at Snorkmaiden, who had called out my name.

“Yeah?”

“Look at this shell! It’s such a beautiful, glossy black…” She brought it up to my hair. “It looks just like your hair,” Snorkmaiden said, tilting the shell so it caught the sun and shimmered.

I laughed a little. 

“Thank you, Snorkmaiden. It is beautiful, and I’m not just saying that ‘cause you said it looks like my hair.” I teased.

“Oh!” Snorkmaiden laughed. She held it in her hands, silently debating something. “Here, you can have this one. It would make a good collection piece in my treasure box, but it looks made for you.” 

I held it in my hand, feeling the smoothness of it. The black was like obsidian, cool to the touch. “I appreciate the sentiment, Snorkmaiden. But…now that you’ve given it to me, I can do whatever I’d like, right? I want to gift it back to you.” I smile. “That way, you’ll remember me anytime you see it.”

“Oh, that’s true. Well, it is a pretty good gift.” She smiled, receiving it back. “Thanks!”

“You’re the one who did all the work. I just gave it back.” I laughed. We spent the morning at the beach, enjoying the view and sun. Moominmamma and Moominpappa joined us later in the day, bringing food for a beach lunch picnic. The other half, we lazed around. At first, we told stories that we made up to each other. Then, we listened to Snufkin play his harmonica as the cool breeze gently passed through the valley. 

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[Le Cygne (The Swan) By Saint-Saëns]

Night fell, and I was as sleepy as a nocturnal creature. It wasn’t the first time I found myself lying wide awake, staring at the top of my tent. My hands clasped over my stomach, the hours, minutes, and seconds. Slowly ticking by.

 It was a good day, but the night seemed too loud and quiet all at the same time. It was starting to weigh on me. The nighttime was what I often enjoyed. But from time to time, the night brought me rude thoughts, things I’d rather forget, and a sleepless time. 

Knowing I wouldn’t fall asleep, no matter how long I lay there, I sat up. My violin case, which always rested near my head as I slept, caught my eye. The black case seemed to glimmer in the faint moonlight that diffused through my tent material. Well, there’s no harm in taking a little walk… I was unsure if Snufkin had returned from his own rendezvous with the night, so I left my tent quietly to not wake him. 

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After walking deeper into the beautiful nighttime scenery, I set my case down on a rock. The moonlight streamed through the gaps in the forest canopy. Maybe I was being dramatic, or my sleeplessness was creating hallucinations but…the moonlight seemed to shimmer. How beautiful. Feeling melancholic, taking out my violin, I gathered my thoughts. 

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Low. sweet notes played in the far distance. It drew out like a lonely singer. And yet, in its loneliness, it was the loveliest. 

Violin? I wonder who’s out at this time. As if I’m one to talk, I’m also having a midnight stroll. I smiled. As I thought about it, a face appeared in my mind. Rauna? My stomach jumped. Could it be her, or am I just… I paused to identify the feeling. Hoping? Is that the right word? Why am I hoping that Ruana is the one behind the violin playing? I felt all out of sorts. 

I continued walking in the direction of the music, my palms were clammy, and my stomach felt ill with nervousness.

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Moomin has spoken.

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Time To Wake Up

I had woken up and started on dishes and breakfast. Something about mornings in my home made it feel so peaceful. I could hear my eager Moomin running down the stairs.

“Mama!” he called for me. “In the kitchen,” I answered. He rushed in, panting. “How was your sleepover with Snufkin?” “It was great!” he beamed. “We stayed up and told so many stories until we fell asleep...! Did you know he once caught a fish that was seven feet long...!?” “I did not,” I giggled at his enthusiasm. Snufkin was a friend of my son's, his bestest friend, in fact, and the half brother of Little My. She's staying at her sister's house, right now, but I know she'll come running. I've have her favorite pancakes anyway. “Is he awake?”

“No, he's still asleep,” Moomin told me. 

“Hmm, well he'll have to wake up soon,” I pointed out. “We shouldn't have him miss breakfast.”

“I’ve tried everything, but he seems to be in a deep sleep...!”

I smiled and put a pancake on a stack, giving it to Moomin.

“Well, how about you set the table and I shall go wake him up?” I suggested. He eagerly nodded and went to set the table as I went upstairs. I know one shouldn't say this about a friend of your child, but I see Snufkin as a second son to me. After all, he never really had a family to rely on. I think he just needs a mother's touch to wake him up.

As I walked up the second flight of stairs up to Moomin's room, Moominpapa came out, yawning. 

“Morning dear,” he waved. I waved back with a smile.

“Breakfast is on the table,” I told him. “Moomin is setting the table.”

“Well, where are you off to?” he wondered, putting his hat on.

“I’m waking up Snufkin,” I told him. He nodded and went downstairs as I got to Moomin's door, knocking. “Snufkin...! Time to wake up...!” 

I heard no response, so I let myself in. His scarf and hat were hanging on the desk chair and his boots and socks were left on the ground next to him. I went to the bundle of blankets on the mattress, Snufkin seemingly being the answer to the mountain. I moved some blankets aside and rocked his arm gently. He only let out a small noise and turned over. “... never thought you'd be one to sleep so heavily,” I giggled to myself. I moved some more blankets and tried sitting him up, but he plopped right back down onto the mattress. He really was out cold.

I quickly checked his forehead, relief washing over as I felt no fever. Still, he needs to eat. “Let’s see... how did I wake up Moomin...?” I asked myself. I remember shaking him lightly and that didn't work. Sitting up, already done. Well... there was that one method.

Once I moved all of the blankets aside, I felt joy rush in my heart. I've never tickled someone awake for a while. And I did see him as a son, so no harm done. I've seen him and Moomin go into tickle fights quite a bit. Once he adjusted without the blankets, I tested the waters and squeezed his side. 

“Mmhmmhm...!” he giggled in his slumber, curling up. I smiled fondly and sat on the bed. If he could react to that, he'd wake up in no time. 

“Come now, time to wake up,” he softly spoke again, wiggling my fingers on his sides. He squealed slightly, trying to get back under the covers, which I had set on the floor.

“Mmneeheeheee...! Nooheeheehe...!”

His laughter simply made me smile as I moved to his stomach. He had always been so skinny because of winter travels, but he's gained some weight from last night. Quickly, he sprawled out, trying to roll away. “Noohaahaha...! S-stahahaahahap...!”

“Then you must get up, dear,” I giggled. I got under his arms, making him scream out and curl into my arms, legs crossing one another. Surely, he was awake now, but... I guess I was simply having too much fun. After all, I've never seen him laugh like this before, never heard it. 

“I-I’m uhuhuhahahahap!! Hahahahaah!!”

“Well I have to be sure,” I sprinkled on some teases. “You look absolutely tired still.”

“I’m naahaahaahat!!”

I cascaded my fingers up and down his ribs, him squeaking Everytime I reached the bottom, then squeezed my arms when I got to the top. What a sweet boy... I'd adopt him, if I could. I would assume Moomin would be overjoyed to have Snufkin as a brother, but the mumrik is no family person. Still, he'll be a son in my head. 

I stopped for a bit, Snufkin panting and giggling, hugging himself. After a minute or two, he laid back down and muttered lightly. “Just two more minutes...”

“... I suppose so,” I shrugged. I took his ankles, placing them gently over my lap. His little cat like feet were always cute to see. He suddenly sprouted up, eyes widening.

“W-wait wait, what are you-"

I chose to not let him finish as I wiggled my fingers over his pads. He laughed hysterically, falling right back onto the bed. 

“Going back to bed again?” I smiled.

“NOOAHAAHAAHA!!! I-I'M NAAHAHAAT HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Well, I can't be sure,” I moved between his toes. I saw his nose and cheeks blush, along with his ears as he openly laughed out what seemed like a balloon out of his chest. I tried to curl his toes, but I held them up and continued. I felt his fists pounding on the mattress.

“P-PLEEHEEHEEASE HAHAAAAHAAHAAHAH!!!”

“Please what, Snufkin?” I asked, trying not to laugh along.

“PLEEHEEAHAAHASE STAAHAAAAHAHAHAP!!!”

“Hmm, stop what?”

I knew I was teasing and he knew it as well. His face went even redder, outlining his freckles on his cheeks. “You have to be specific, dear.” He was thrashing and laughing and snorting, it was simply an adorable scene to watch. 

“STAAHAAHAAAP TIHIHIHHAAAHAHCKLING MEEHEEHEEHEEEHEE!!!”

I almost wanted to tease him more, but I saw a year run down his cheek, so I stopped. He stayed in bed, huffing and wiping his eyes. I stood up and rubbed his head.

“Breakfast is on the table, dear,” I chuckled. He just gave a nod.

“I’ll... I'll be... down...” he wheezed. I giggled and went out, seeing the table set.

“Is he awake, mama?” Moomin wondered. I saw Little My had come over already.

“Yes, dear,” I nodded. 

“I’m gonna ask about this big fish...!” My jumped away from the table, running upstairs. I giggled at her enthusiasm. As I sat down and started to eat, My came back down. “You liar, he's asleep...!”

“He is?” I asked. Well... time for mama to pull out her big guns.  

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The mystery of Snufkin's hiccups//Snufmin fanfic

It was early spring, and Snufkin had just returned from his winter travels. Thhme air was warm, the birds were singing and flowers were blooming. *Undertale ref*

But, this spring, Snufkin was very excited to return to Moominvalley. "This spring will be the one," He said aloud to himself as he walked, "The one where I finally tell Moomintroll-"

"Hic!"

Snufkin stopped in his tracks. What was that sound?

He felt an odd tickle in the back of his throat, and a heaviness in his chest.

"Hic!"

The Mumrik startled at the peculiar noise. What is this? Why am I making this noise?

You see, Snufkin had only once had a case of the hiccups before, and he was very small, so he mustn't have remembered.

"No matter, I'm sure it's -hic!- nothing." The Mumrik assured himself, and continued on his way to Moominvalley.

...

"Mama, can I go now?" Moomin asked, having just finished stuffing the rest of his pancakes into his mouth and rushing to put his plate in the sink.

"Yes, dear, but don't forget your lunch," She chuckled, pointing to the brown bag on the end of the table. "And when you see him, tell Snufkin that Moominpappa and I welcome him back."

Moomin nodded vigorously. "Yes, mama!" And with that, he grabbed the bag and zoomed out the door.

Moomintroll sat on the bridge with his lunch and watched the river stream. The little fish swam with it, usually in groups of two or three. Oh, Snufkin..

But just as Moomin was about to get up, he heard the sweet melody of a new spring tune. It flowed smooth and slick like the river stream, and from the bushes emerged a pointy green hat and beautiful hazel eyes.

Snufkin had finally arrived in Moominvalley.

And as he was nearing the end of his song, the Mumrik looked to Moomintroll, and-

"Hic!"

Snufkin dropped his harmonica. Moomin raised a brow.

"Ah, sorry," Snufkin smiled sheepishly and picked it back up with another "hic!".

The Mumrik walked up to the bridge and sat on the rail. "Hic!"

Moomin looked puzzled, but smiled and threw his arms around Snufkin. "I'm so glad you're back! I missed you so much! Mama and Pappa welcome you back, too." He said. Snufkin blushed and smiled, returning the hug. "As d-hic!- did I. Tell them thank -hic!- you for me, will you?"

Goodness, he thought, this is starting to get annoying.

They ended the hug and Moomin leaned back on the rail, still smiling. "It sounds like you have a case of the hiccups," He giggled. Snufkin raised a brow this time. "A what?" He asked. Moomin looked up at him. "You don't know what hiccups are?" He said. The Mumrik shook his head. Moomin looked surprised for a second, and then started to explain.

"A hiccup is.. Um... Well, I don't really know. It's a sound someone makes when they eat too fast, or when they drink too much apple cider. Or when they get nervous."

Snufkin nodded. Perhaps that was it. Maybe he was in such a rush to get there this morning that he ate his breakfast too quickly. Or was he nervous about something? Well, he did remember being a bit hesitant to do something when he got to Moominvalley, but Snufkin couldn't put a paw on it. Perhaps he forgot.

"Sometimes they go away on their own," Moomin continued, "Or sometimes you have to force them to leave."

Snufkin smiled. "And how do you make them leave?" He asked, looking down to Moomintroll. "Simple. Drink a glass of water, stand on your head, hold your breath, being tickled and getting jumpscared."

Snufkin blinked. "All in one -hic!- sitting?" He asked, astonished. Moomin giggled again. "No, silly! Those are just different ways!"

Suddenly, the two heard footsteps behind them.

"Different ways for what?" Little My asked. She looked over to the Mumrik. "Oh, hello Snufkin." She said.

"Hello -hic!- Little My," He responded.

The little Mymble made an "oh" Face and nodded. "Snorkmaiden! Sniff! You can come out now!" She called, and both of them emerged from behind Moominhouse and raced over.

"Snufkin has the hiccups," She told them. They also made the "oh" Expression and looked to him. He hiccuped again.

"Well, what are we waiting for? They have to be cured immediately!" Snorkmaiden remarked.

"Okay then, what shall we try first?" Snufkin asked, looking among them and jumping off the rail.

"We could just take your diaphragm out," Sniff suggested. "No, Sniff!" Moomin gasped.

"What? I was just saying!" He exclaimed. Little My shook her head. "Let's try headstands first."

...

So, the gang went down to the beach and found a good spot.

"Okay, on the count of three!" Moomin said as everyone got into position.

"One, two, three!"

They all jumped onto their heads and stood. Every one was quiet for a moment, until Snorkmaiden said, "Hey, I think it wor-"

"Hic!"

Snufkin fell onto his back with a grumble. "Aw," Snorkmaiden said.

"Don't worry, Snufkin. We still have so many options!" Sniff said, helping him up as the others stood up right. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll get rid of them." Moomin followed.

"Now what?" Little My asked, looking to the Mumrik. He pondered a bit.

"How about we try a glass of water? It's hot out here, and I'm already a bit thirsty."

And with that, they headed back to Moominhouse.

...

While Snorkmaiden got the water, Little My, Sniff, Snufkin and Moomintroll sat outside and talked.

"Does it hurt when you hiccup, Snufkin?" Sniff asked. Snufkin shrugged. "Sort of."

Little My clicked her fingers. "That's it! If none of these treatments work, we'll beat it out of you!" She exclaimed. Snufkin made a face. "I-I don't th-hic!- think I like that idea," He said. Moomin laughed. "Little My, you wouldn't hurt your little brother on purpose, everyone knows that." Little My nodded. "True."

"Okay, I'm back with the water!" Snorkmaiden called, running as fast as she could without spilling it. "It's nice and cold, so it should work." She panted, handing the glass to Snufkin. He hiccuped and looked over to Moomintroll. He nodded, and Snufkin looked back down at the glass.

"Well? Come on, the sooner we get rid of them, the sooner we can play!" Little My pushed. Snufkin gave her a glance, and began to gulp the cold water down. But, halfway through, he hiccuped again.

The water splashed all over his face and clothes, and he began to cough profoundly. He sat the glass down as Moomin began patting his back.

"Thank y-hic!- you, Moomin, I'm alright." He said in a raspy voice.

"Well, that didn't work either," Sniff said. Little my and Snorkmaiden nodded. Everyone was quiet for a second, save Snufkin's coughing and hiccuping. When he could breathe again, Snufkin groaned. "Oh, this is -hic!- just terrible! What am I go-hic!- going to do now?" He cried, resting his head on his knees in defeat. "Now I have a headache.."

Moomin frowned. "Come on, Snufkin. There's still three more things we could try," He said, nodding to Little My, who snuck behind the house before Snufkin looked back up. "Well, I -hic!- suppose you're right," He sighed again and rose to his feet. "What shall we do next-"

Before he could finish, Little my jumped at him and yelled, "RAAAWRR!"

Snufkin, Sniff and Snorkmaiden all screamed. Moomin snickered.

Sniff was about to speak, when Little My and Moomin shushed him. Everything was quiet.

"Yes! It wo-"

"Hic!"

"Aw," Moomin said, dropping his paws. Snufkin frowned.

"Well," Snorkmaiden said, "We could try tickling him?"

Everyone looked at Snufkin. Uh-oh, he thought.

Before he could protest, Little my yelled, "TICKLE FIGHT!!" And everyone began tickling each other.

But as they laughed and rolled around in the grass, Snufkin began to hiccup even more. He laughed so hard that his sides, stomach and chest hurt worse than before. "Stop! St-hic!- stop, haha! It's not -hic!- working!" The Mumrik exclaimed, and everyone settled down. Sniff and Snorkmaiden were still giggling.

"I th-hic!- think it made them -hic!- worse," Snufkin said, panting and blushing. Moomin's snout was red too, and he was huffing with a smile on his face. "Sorry, Snufkin." He breathed. Little my fixed her hair and said, "There's still one more thing we can try!"

...

"Okay, Snufkin. When I say go, you breath in as deep as you can, and you hold it as long as you can. Got it?" Sniff said. The Mumrik nodded.

Snorkmaiden, Moomin and Little My stood by to watch. Moomin had his fingers crossed behind his back.

"Ready.. Go!" Sniff shouted, and Snufkin gasped. He closed his eyes tight after a minute, and after three, his cheeks began to turn a blueish gray. After five, Snufkin finally breathed out, stumbling and swaying. Before he fell, Moomintroll caught him and held him up. Snufkin stood and shook his head. He held onto Moomin's shoulder for support. "Did it work?" He asked. Everyone exchanged glances. "Hey, I guess it did-"

"Hic!!"

"..did not work." Snorkmaiden sighed. Snufkin groaned again and leaned on Moomin. Moomin hugged him and pet his head. "It's okay, Snufkin. I'm sure there's another way. Maybe we could ask Moominmama," He said. Snufkin hiccuped again. "Yes, I suppose you are right again, Moomintroll." He blushed.

"Well, let's go then!" Little My exclaimed. And with that, the gang followed Moomin to Moominhouse to see Moominmama. *Moomin Moomin Moomin*

...

"Mama!" Moomin called as he and the others ran to the veranda. Moominmama turned to face them, smiling warmly. "Yes, dear?" She answered.

The children gathered around the railing. "We need a cure for Snufkin's hiccups!" He said, out of breath. Snufkin felt somewhat embarrassed at the mention of his name.

"Hiccups? I should have that in my book.." Moominmama said as she trailed off into the house. She came back with the book and began flipping through the pages until she found the right one.

"Snufkin, when did these hiccups start?" She asked. The Mumrik looked up to face her.

"Um.. This -hic!- morning, when I was on my way to M-hic!- Moominvalley." He answered.

"..And what were you thinking when they started?"

Snufkin looked confused for a second, but then his face turned bright red. "W-well... I was -hic!- thinking about.. Moomintroll." He looked back down at his paws. His tail swished back and forth. He hiccuped again. That's what I forgot about, he thought to himself.

Everyone looked at him with raised brows. Moomin especially, his snout turning a light pink. Moominmama looked back down at her book. "It looks like you have a case of Heartache Hiccups," She said. "You missed him so much and it made your little heart ache so bad that you started hiccuping." She continued, but then winked at Snufkin with a knowing smile. The Mumrik blushed even harder.

"I'm sure that they'll clear up soon, now that you're here with everyone. Just give them time, and they'll see themselves out." She said, and looked into the golden sunset behind them. "You still have a bit of time left to play," She urged on.

"Well then, let's go!" Little My said and slapped a hand on Sniff's arm. "Tag, you're it!" And began running through the yard. "Hey! Come back here!!" Sniff said, chasing after her. "Wait for me!" Said Snorkmaiden, taking off as well.

Snufkin and Moomin looked at each other. Snufkin hiccuped.

"Well?" Moomin said.

Snufkin smiled. "Let's go," He said, and with that, the two chased after the rest of the gang and off into the distance.

Moominmama watched as they trailed off. She smiled to herself.

I knew it'd happen one day.

...

As the sun sank lower into the horizon, the gang continued to play tag and run around the field. Though, Snufkin did not stop hiccuping, and he did not stop thinking about Moomintroll until the stars were out, and everyone was laying in the grass. Sniff, Snorkmaiden and Little My were fast asleep. But Snufkin and Moomintroll were far from sleepy.

"Snufkin?" Moomin asked, looking to the Mumrik, who was lying on his back in the grass with his hat covering his face. He lifted it up and looked over at him.

"Yes -hic!- Moomintroll?" He answered.

The Moomin hesitated before asking, "Why were you thinking of me? Why did you want to see me so bad?"

Snufkin looked back up to the stars. It's now or never, Snufkin.

"Moomintroll," He said, feeling the heat spread to his cheeks, "there's -hic!- something I've been meaning to get -hic!- off my chest for a few springs now."

The Mumrik sat up, now gazing at the soft grass beneath him.

"Moomintroll, I -hic!- love you, not just as a best friend. And I didn't want to -hic!- tell you this because it would make it even harder when saying goodbye in the winter."

Moomintroll just layed there, looking at Snufkin with his crystal blue eyes. The Mumrik's expression was mixed between anxiety and hopefulness. He rose to his knees and looked Snufkin straight in the eyes.

"Snufkin, forgive me for this."

And with that, Moomintroll pressed his snout against Snufkin's muzzle.

A Moomin kiss, if you will.

And when they pulled away, Snufkin blinked, dumbfounded and blushing. Moomin looked away, smiling to himself.

It was silent.

The crickets were chirping, and the stream was flowing, but it was silent.

Snufkin's hiccups had disappeared.

The Mumrik smiled, then began to laugh. He laughed for a time, and then settled. He turned to Moomin.

"Do you hear that?" He asked. Moomintroll looked at him, confused, but then his eyes widened.

"Snufkin, they're gone. Your hiccups are gone!" He laughed also, and threw his arms around Snufkin. The Mumrik hugged back, ignoring his nerves, and gave Moomintroll another kiss right on the snout.

"Thank you, Moomin."

...

OML AAAAAA-

This took me all day I swear . -.

Also, I just realized that I completely forgot about Moomin's lunch. Did he leave it on the bridge? I guess the world will never know.

Anyways! I really hope you enjoyed this little fic of mine. I'm sorry the ending kinda sucked, it got a little sloppy because 1. It's late and I'm tired and 2. I can't write confessions for the life of me.

[the-local-oddity]

A Papa’s Past

When Joxter gets angry at an old joke of Mooimpapa’s, Snufkin learns something odd about his father, making him start to questions his family history.

A sort of AU that gives Joxter more of a backstory. Nothing is really changed in the future, I just couldn’t get this idea of a backstory out of my head. (this is the sad fic I mentioned yesterday)

“Son!” An angry women's harsh voice snapped at her child, calling him to her side, “What on Earth did you think you were doing?!” She hissed at the young man.

“I was just talking to the other boy, mother.” The child fiddled with the ends of his coat, looking sadly at the ground.

“That child is a peasant! He's beneath us!” She scoffed and grabbed his child by the wrist, “You just never talk to anyone like that again, understand me?”

“Yes, mother…” The child winced at how hard his arm was grabbed but did not pull away, not even when his mother began to drag him off. From over his shoulder, the child could see the poor boy who watched them leave and stared apologetically.

The beggar boy turned back to his own mother, who seemed a lot nicer than the rich boy’s mother, and he hugged her arm. The rich boy watched them until he could no longer see them.

Joxter woke up from the dream, laying in his tent in the early morning, blinking up at the small bits of sunlight that crept inside. He rolled onto his side and forced himself to stand.

“Guess it's that time of year, huh?” He said to only himself.

Joxter stood up and stretched his weary bones, his joints popped and cracked, then settled. He placed his lovely red hat on top of his unruly hair and stepped out into the morning light, yawning as the sun hit his face.

He started his fire and set some water to boil, catching sight of his tired reflection. Bags hung under his blue eyes, which seemed duller that morning. Had he really slept that bad that night? He blinked and rubbed his eyes, then splashed water from the river onto his face. He didn't want the others to see him looking so miserable.

When his morning routine was done, he began to amble along the path towards Moominhouse, his back slowly straightening and his face brightening, he really didn't want them to see his miserable like that.

This always happened, he'd spend the whole year just fine, then suddenly, he'd dream about them and have to remember that life. He hated that life and just thinking back to it made him miserable.

Joxter had been told once, that he had to tell people his problems, or they wouldn't get better, but he didn't like worrying people so he didn't.

He stopped at the bridge and looked over to his son’s tent, he could barely see inside, but it was enough to know that Snufkin wasn't in there.

“Must've gone inside…” he mumbled to himself and made his way up to Moominhouse, taking a deep breath before he barged in, in his usual chaotic manner.

Nothing seemed to be amiss with anyone, he lifted Snufkin's hat and messed up his hair before dropping it back on his head, Snufkin swatted at his hands in an attempt to keep him away.

He flopped down into a chair and looked at the children, who were all eating their breakfast and talking amongst themselves. Shutting his eyes and basking in how calm it was.

The young Snorkmaiden walked in, her face was twisted up to show that she was rather frustrated, not that Joxter saw it, since his eyes were closed.

“What's the matter, Snorkmaiden?” Little My asked before shoving almost an entire pancake into her mouth somehow.

“It's Snork…” She sighed and sat down, “He's become frustrated with his work again… He can't come up with any ideas…”

“What's he do for a living?” Joxter asked without opening his eyes.

“Oh, he's an engineer, ” Snorkmaiden answered, she hadn't actually noticed the Joxter, “he does a lot of inventing.”

“An engineer you say?” He blinked one eye open then sat up to look at her, he seemed very happy to learn of an engineer, “What's he like working on the most?”

“His flying ship of course, ” She beamed, very proud of how hard her brother works, “Why are you interested, are you an engineer?”

“Oh no, no!” Moominpapa interrupted with a laugh, as he walked into the room “I'm not even sure if Joxter can read!”

Joxter wasn't one for glaring, especially not at people he liked, like Moominpapa, however today he found himself glaring very hard at his dear friend.

“Of course I can read!” He hissed, “I have a degree you know!”

“Again with this degree!” Moominpapa wasn't being mean, he was joking around with the Joxter, “If you really have one, how come we've never seen it?”

“I've left it with Mymble! It's far too cumbersome to carry it around on my travels!” Joxter was sitting up fully and was in a very alert state.

“How convenient.” Moominpapa chuckled, his tone was playful, and he really did mean no harm, but the Joxter did not seem to realize that.

He bit his lip in a way that would keep him from shouting something very nasty and stood up. He pushed his chair in, in a rough manner (he still wanted to be polite, but he was very angry) and stormed right out of Moominhouse. Moominpapa went to the window to watch him leave, he seemed very confused by this before.

“This is hardly the first time that's been joked about, ” he tapped his chin, “and he's always laughed on with us.”

Snufkin started at the door his father left through, then looked back to his friends, who all seemed to share the confusion. Joxter didn't really ever get angry with people, and if he found himself getting really angry he'd excuse himself from the room, and never show how angry he was.

“I'd hate to think that we had been bothering him this whole time with that and he never said anything…” Moominpapa sounded regretful.

Little My turned to her brother and shrugged, “You know, I've seen the degree before, it's hanging on momma's wall, in her room.”

“Really?” Snufkin tilted his head, he didn't think his father was the studious type.

“Yeah, ” she nodded “it's from….” She paused and her face scrunched up as she began to think, “someplace called States-worth University… I think…”

Snufkin looked extremely shocked, and he dropped his fork from his hand. He traveled all around, and he knew a lot of things about all sorts of places, he knew exactly what kind of place States-worth was. He suddenly stood up and began to rush out of the house.

“Where are you going?” Moomintroll called out to him.

“I have to ask my papa something!” Snufkin called back, “I'll return later!”

He hurried across the bridge and along the river bank until he came to his father's campsite, he slid to a stop and caught his breath. Listening carefully. He heard a shuffling inside his father's tent, and he knew Joxter was here.

“Papa?” He walked to the tent's entrance, “Are you there?” He just had to be sure.

There was a long pause before Joxter finally answered with a tired “What…?”

Snufkin sat down outside of the tent, and didn't force his way inside, “Why did you get mad at Moominpappa?”

Joxter frowned and rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky, “I just…. It's only that… well… no, I don't think I can explain it… It's stupid anyway.”

He covered his face with his arm and hoped that Snufkin would be satisfied with that answer.

Snufkin thought about what he wanted to say next, then asked another question, “Did you really do to States-worth University?” He asked, his tone was low.

Joxter sat up quickly and struggled to find a response, he wasn't sure how Snufkin found out about this and he really didn't know what to say. He panicked a little before squeezing his eyes hit and taking a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“That is one of the most prestigious schools, ever, only extremely well-off families can get in there!” Snufkin said to him, he was shocked before he had thought that Little My had only been messing with him, not telling the truth, but there was the truth all laid out in front of him.

“I know, I know!” Joxter covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes.

“How did you go there?” Snufkin pressed, leaning forward a bit.

Joxter opened the flap of his tent, and Snufkin leaned back in surprise, his father looked exhausted, “Fine. I'll tell you… It's your family too I suppose…”

He motioned for Snufkin to come in and Snufkin slowly crawled inside. Sitting across from his sad looking father.

“My parents, your grandparents, were an extremely well off family. Extremely well off.” Joxter sighed and leaned his face on his hand, “Growing up I went to all of the best schools there were, what a coincidence that they were all boarding schools.”

“I see…” Snufkin nodded and glanced around at his father now, it was hard to imagine he had once been rich.

“I never saw much of my mother or father, since every time I graduated from one school, I was shipped off to a new one.” He stared blankly at the ground, scratching marks into the dirt with the hand not supporting his head, “And when I was on break and back home, my parents just dragged me around to every fancy social gathering they could. So they could put me on a pedestal and show off how talented I was.”

Snufkin watched him, he didn't press his father to keep speaking, in fact, he figured Joxter was done there, but when he looked at Joxter's eyes, he saw there was way more that needed to be said.

“They didn't care about me, Snufkin. They just wanted a child that would make their family look good, and when I wasn't exactly what they wanted they….” He trailed off, his hands stopped moving, “they…” He squeezed his eyes shut, he really hadn't told anyone about this, and he found it hard to say, “They… Threw me out… Their own son…” He covered his eyes with his hands and leaned his elbows on his knees. He shook his head.

A silence filled the tent, neither of them knew what they could say. It felt like there was nothing to be said. Snufkin reached over and placed a hand on his papa's hand, suddenly removing Joxter that it was his son he was speaking too. When he lifted his head, Snufkin removed his hand and tried to smile at him.

“I'm sorry…” Joxter shook his head again, his breath was shaky, and he didn't want any of this to show.

“Why are you apologizing?” Snufkin asked perplexed “I'm the one who brought it up. I should apologize to you.”

“No, I'm not apologizing about all of, ” he gestured vaguely around himself, “this! I'm apologizing to you. I should have done it sooner.”

Snufkin still didn't really understand, and it showed on his face. When Joxter vaguely gestured to Snufkin, the confusion remained. Joxter sighed and rubber this face again.

“Your life?” He finally said, and it seemed to click fully for Snufkin on what he was saying.

“No need to apologize for that, I'm very happy!” Snufkin beamed at him.

“You grew up alone. In the woods. With no family.” Joxter reminded him, not that Snufkin really needed reminding, he just didn't want to bring that up.

Snufkin frowned, folding his arms, “Yes. I did. Did it happen on purpose?” He had suddenly turned to a more cold look, worried that his old fears would come true.

“No!” Joxter snapped to look at him, seemingly horrified that Snufkin would suggest that.

“Well, then what happened?”

“I was taking you out for a while, for a camping trip.” He began to explain, “You never liked Mymble's house, it was always too loud for you, so I tried to get you out and about as often as I could.”

He raised an eyebrow, curious as to where he was going with this.

“We were in a small boat on a river, I always liked to find new places to camp.” He smiled fondly at the idea of finding somewhere new to be, the smile faded as he remembered the rest of the story, “The current picked up… I tried to get us out of there, but I couldn't. The boat overturned on a rock, I went under water… And by the time I came up again, I couldn't find anything. Not even the boat.”

Snufkin didn't look so cold anymore, just sad now. He always wanted to know why he didn't grow up in a nice safe home, and of course, he always knew the story wouldn't be a good one, yet still, he wished it had been nicer to hear.

He fiddled with his own hands and stared at the dirt, “Did you look for me?”

“Yes, ” the Joxter closed his eyes, “that's why I didn't go back to the Mymble. I didn't want to ever return until I found you. Then one day the Muddler and Hodgkins found me and said they were going to see Moominpapa and his family, and well, you were there when we showed up.”

Snufkin smiled, “I liked hearing all of Moominpapa's stories about you, but it was much nicer to put a face to your name, papa.”

“Aw, how sweet.” The Joxter said in a joking tone. Then he took a deep breath and laid down, “You know, I haven't actually told anyone about my past, up until you.”

“Why not?” Snufkin asked curiously, though he then realized that he shouldn't pry so much,  he quickly came to the regretful conclusion that he had already pried too much.

Joxter shrugged and found it hard to answer, he searched for a bit before coming to a conclusion, “I guess, I'm afraid…”

“Afraid of what?”

“If everyone knows exactly how I was raised, and that I'm supposed to be fancy and proper, they might get good expectations of me.” His face was serious, “I can't have people expecting me to be decent! Then I can't sleep all day!” his serious look broke away into a huge smile, and he began to laugh.

Snufkin rolled his eyes and laughed a bit too, “Okay, okay, what's the real reason?”

“That is the real reason!” Joxter sat up and looked at him, still with a huge smile on his face, “If people don't expect much from me then I can't ever disappoint them, and they won't ever make me leave!”

Snufkin paused, quickly dissecting that sentence in his head, then looking at the Joxter in surprise. Joxter just shrugged.

“Come on, I'm gonna grab my degree from Mymble's house, so I can rub it in Moominpapa's face!” he quickly left the tent and began marching in the direction on Mymble's house, and Snufkin followed him quickly.

“Papa wait, ” Snufkin grabbed his wrist, and Joxter turned to look at him, “You know none of us will ever send you away right?”

“Yeah of course-”

“We won't.” Snufkin said in a very sad tone, his wanted Joxter to know it and not forget it, “Family doesn't kick family out. A real family will help you and support you. That's what Moominmama's taught me.” He quickly wrapped Joxter in a big hug and squeezed him as tight as he could.

Joxter smiled peacefully and gently hugged Snufkin back, “I know that…”

[transastronautistic]

i have now watched the first 3 eps of Moomin (1990s) and already these things have happened

the kids zoomed around on clouds like magic carpets and the moomin dad was like Uhhh that seems unsafe and the ma was like Don’t worry it’s fine i told them not to die!!

moomin hid in a top hat that transformed him into a truly horrifying creature that will be fueling my nightmares for the next month!! gah!!

the gal moomin almost got eaten by a...sandy lion creature??? who lives in a pit on the beach?? and to punish him moomin and snufkin tricked him into the magic hat and made him a teeny tiny lil creature and. that plot ended there so Who Knows where he is now

a vine/tree almost Utterly Obliterated moomin’s house and when it was growing and taking over the moomin ma’s reaction was to calmly suggest to papa in his study that he come deal with it. when he left his office and branches started coming in through his window she sternly told them not to touch his desk “or you’ll be in trouble!” anyway the vine trouble got solved but it left the whole house just. submerged in dead branches

a weird magic dude appeared out of the blue to take the hat back and introduced a Century-Long Quest For The King’s Ruby plotline that has yet to be followed up on but which did suggest that moominvalley resides in some sort of monarchic state maybe?

they found a slightly damaged boat just. chillin on the shore and the kids asked moomin dad if they could keep it if they repaired it and he was like Sure why not! and we shall use it to sail the seven seas! okay. a ship. that’s a thing they own now i guess

i just started ep 4 and their friend sniff was too scared to come on the ship with them and moomin mama told him that’s fine, “there’s a pancake on the table at home you can eat for lunch” and i just. one single pancake?? idk why but that killed me

idk anyone’s age yet or how long they’ve all known each other or who or what the heck little my is and why she lives with the moomins — But! i got to see moomin papa have a Very Relatable writer’s block tantrum so needless to say i already adore this show

[mirai-eats]

7/6/19:: Autumn

Moomin & Little My but soft hurt, 875 words, for Mune

Three times Little My has tumbled out of an apple tree and into a crisp pile of leaves below. She ignored Moomin’s plea to please stop making a mess, she’s getting leaves into the apple baskets. His shouts were left unheard as she stumbled out of the leaf pile, a wild grin on her little face, and went straight for the rake to make a new pile.

After her fifth or seventh fall, Moomin was losing track, she rolled out breathless and ignored her rake to climb back up the ladder and start picking apples. The leaves aren't crunchy anymore, she explained. It was no fun. Moomin considers this a silent victory and waited under the tree as she dropped apples down to the basket in his arms.

They were sweet honeycrisp apples, the two-toned skin sunshine yellow dipped in the autumn air. Moomin might have snuck an apple for himself to eat and decided these would make a good snack now and a good dessert later. His forearms and paws were sticky with juice that had run down his arm, the almost sickly sweet scent wafted around him like a perfume he bathed in. His snout twitched at the strong smell, though it wasn’t unpleasant.

“You guys grew so many apples this year, you ought to give some away or you’ll have so many you couldn’t possibly eat them before winter. They’ll get all rotten!” Little My yelled from her perch far above Moomin’s head. He craned his neck up to see her, an apple almost as big as her head already half-eaten in her little hands, juice dripping down her chin.

“Little My, you’re supposed to be passing those down to me,” Moomin said with a frown.

“But you didn’t answer me! What will you do with all these apples?”

“If you must know, Mamma will be making apple juice, apple pie, apple pancakes, apple turnovers, Dutch apple pie, apple doughnuts, apple butter, apple fritters-”

“So she might use all of them,” Little My interrupted Moomin’s list.

“Yes, probably,” Moomin nodded. “But I bet she wouldn’t mind us giving away a few.”

“I want some! These are delicious!” To prove her point, she took a large bite of her apple, juice spurting from it’s wounded side and down the front of her dress.

“You may take some, of course. Make sure to share with your sister.” Moomin lowered the basket to the ground and scratched his chin in thought. “Sniff would want a few, of course. Mr. Hemulen, too. Perhaps even Ms. Fillyjonk and her kids. Snufkin-” He froze.

“Snufkin would want one or two, but maybe if he comes back before winter and we haven’t eaten all the apples yet!” Little My snickered, her cheeky laugh lost between the leaves.

Moomin felt himself droop, like the yellowing grass beneath his feet and the leaves that shivered and fell in shades of red and yellow to cover the forests in a thick carpet, an imitation of the snow that will soon blanket Moominvalley. Snufkin had left one day without warning, Moomin noticed when he couldn’t see his tent from his bedroom window. He will always be back, but it’s a matter of whether he will be back before the first snow or back by the first bloom. As autumn turned the valley from a lush green to warmed death, Moomin’s hopes of seeing him again this year dwindled to a frayed string.

“We can save him some.” Moomin’s eyes trailed down the knoll to the stream where Snufkin camped at, his firepit an ash burn on the autumn floor and mostly buried by yellowed leaves. “If he isn’t back before they go bad you can have them.”

Little My was quiet, not even the crunch of her apple made a sound. Moomin ripped his eyes from Snufkin’s abandoned camp and with a heavy sigh lifted the apple basket back up. “C’mon, Little My, we still have four more trees to pick.”

“You know, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye,” she said. She laid herself across a branch, arms pillowed under her head and boots kicking up behind her like a lazy cat watching her owner struggle fruitlessly to get her down from the tree.

“He did, though.” He’s done it before and he’ll do it again. It would sting seeing him gone like that, as Snufkin would usually make an effort to warn Moomin sometimes the day before that he will be traveling for a short bit, or when the rainy season kicked in he would travel to higher ground to avoid the flooding. Sometimes he would leave without a word, then reappear again a week or two later with a small smile and a new story.

Moomin gets it, he really does. Snufkin needed to get out. It would hit him with an overwhelming tidal wave that left Snufkin drowning in those autumn leaves as they filled his chest and head. The only way to clear it was to get out.

“For the winter, he always says goodbye to you at least. If he will be back, maybe not,” said Little My. “Check, he might have left you the goodbye.”

He never did find the goodbye as the valley went to sleep.

[kerlakierloin]

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

[snufed-up]

Summary: Snufkin spends some time alone in the woods to reflect on how much he values his time in Moominvalley. His emotions eventually take a toll on him.

Words: 1,025

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18878860

Based on this ask:

“Moomin, would you mind handing me my walking stick?” Snufkin requested.

“You have a walking stick?” Asked Moomin.

“Well, I do now” he states with a soft smile, pointing towards a long branch laying upon the ground.

Moomin does so, handing it to him. “Are you going on an adventure, Snufkin?” He asks.

“Not necessarily, just a walk.” Snufkin replies, putting on his bag.

“Well a walk is kinda like an adventure, isn’t it?” He insists.

“No Moomin, an adventure is filled with excitement. And I’m going on this walk specifically because I don’t want to be excited.”

Moomin scrambles ahead of his friend, looking up at him. “Well, you don’t think you’re going to leave without me, do you?”

“Actually, yes.” Snufkin pushes past. “It’s getting late. It’s bed for you, the woods for me and I’m afraid you can’t change my mind on this.” Moomin frowns and follows behind at a short distance.

Snufkin turns towards his friend, looking down. “I’m sorry, Moomin. It really is getting late, and you need your rest. For we have a big day tomorrow.”

Moomin stops. “Oh, we do?”

“Why of course we do. But for tonight, I just wish to be alone.” Snufkin assures.

“Oh, okay then! Goodnight Snufkin, I’ll sleep real good!”

“And you too, Moomin.” He nods, as watching his friend cross the bridge and scurry home to Moominhouse.

***

Snufkin knew the woods like the back of his hand. Better, actually. Why would he focus on something like the back of his hand, when you can focus on the birds, the trees, the animals - Oh, everything! Even at night, everything in the forest looked so wonderful. And why wouldn’t it? Everything is just so wonderful in Moominvalley.

“Poor fellow, he’ll never get to sleep at this rate” He says aloud, for there is no one around. “Wait a second.” He scans the undergrowth and the trees for any unwanted listeners. “Of course not.” He states. “For anyone out in this weather would be out enjoying it, rather than listening to me. Or better yet, asleep.”

“Moominvalley is just filled with wonderful people. These friends are hard to come by, but they are a bit of a handful, aren’t they? Let me think…” ‘Let’s see, the morning started with a delicious pancake breakfast with the Moomin family, before Moomin and I headed out to sea, where we rescued a sea monster from Little My, who sometimes feels like the true monster. How fortunate the creature was fond of the harmonica, although I do wish he didn’t try to eat it.’ And all this before noon. Snufkin pondered as he wondered, continuing to organize and catalogue the events of that day. Ultimately, he would decide that today, had been a very good day. But with that a very long and eventful one. Although he loved his friends, very much so. Sometime, it could be a bit much for him. Not as though he truly minded, but… how much fun was too much fun?

He truly loved his friends and the time he spend in Moominvalley, though he feared that might not always be the case. Everyday felt so special. How strange that he had found a place that he liked coming back to. For it had never been in his nature to spend too much time in one place, but Moominvalley was different, very different. And how horrible it would be for it to one day grow old. He’s quite certain that his friends would never get bored of him, so what would he do if he ever grew bored of them. What would he do, what would he say? Of course he already knew what he would do, but he hated to think about that. He knew one day he must quit Moominvalley, for the people and places within it were too precious for him. It’s much better to leave, and keep the memory of something that you love. Rather than to stay and watch it turn into something you do not.

Snufkin heard a faint sob and realized it was himself, had he really been crying? Bringing the end of his scarf to his face to dry is eyes, he rebuffed himself. “Look at me, what a sentimentalist I’ve become.” He lets out a faint laugh. “Why it’s only mid-summer, for winter is months away.” Reassuring himself, he looked around the forest he loved and knew so well, he brightened. “Moominvalley is such a wonderful place, why I’m certain I’ll never tire of it. Surely, half a year is more than enough time to be by ones self. I was being foolish, such a busy day must’ve fogged up my head.” Turning himself around, he started heading back. Focusing more on the scenery rather than his thoughts. “Moominvalley is lovely, and it shall always hold an equally as lovely place in my heart, no matter what.”

Coming now to the very edge of the forest, Snufkin decides it’s now time to take his own advice and head to bed. Entering the flaps of his tent, Snufkin slides into his sleeping bag. Placing his hat right by his head, heaving a long sigh, Snufkin falls easily to sleep, with the sounds of peepers and crickets surrounding him.

***

“Moomin!” Moominmama calls out by the bottom of the stairs. “Wake up now, breakfast has ended, and Snufkin has nearly finished his cup of tea!”

Snufkin listens to Moominmama as he takes the last sip of his tea, thinking about the day yet to come. He wasn’t lying when he said they had a big day today, for Snufkin had decided that the sea creature they had met the day prior, showed every indication of being a wonderful friend.

A loud tumbling sound broke Snufkin from his reverie. Moomin had finally, very clumsily fallen down the stairs. And has landed in a pile on the floor. Moomin looks up, seeing his friend as he loudly exclaims. “Snufkin! Oh geez, I hope I’m not too late for breakfast. I came as quickly as I could!”

Snufkin couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, this would be a wonderful day indeed.

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[phenyxsnest]

Snufkin Week 2019 Pt 1: Nature

Snufkin hadn't seen another person in a week.

Oh, there were the birds – nearly everywhere Snufkin went, there were birds. But no one to try and talk to him, no social interactions, no buildings.

Snufkin hammered the last stake of his tent into place, sliding the hammer back into his pack with the ease of long habit as he walked past to check his supper. Grilled fish tonight, because he did know how to make more than just stew thank you Little My.

Food was a little more limited out here, it was true – it wasn't like he wanted to carry pounds of flour along with him for pancakes, or to carry potatoes or other foodstuffs along. The forest provided what he needed, it was just up to him to find it.

He'd probably be better off if he were willing to hunt, to eat birds and beasts, but, well, out here, it was hard to tell when they were sentient or not. Better to stick to fish, who were universally not.

He knew it worried Moominmamma when he showed up at the beginning of spring skinner than he'd left. But, well, that was the nature of wandering – that sometimes things were lean. She slipped enough into his pack that it was a good week or two before he had to worry about that. Moominmamma could be sneaky when she wanted to be, it seemed, and if she could only talk him into taking some of the food she'd set aside for him under the guise of “It would just go bad, dear,” then she'd slip the rest in when he wasn't looking.

Snufkin had been a little offended the first time, as if Moominmamma were insinuating he couldn't take care of himself, but now it just made him smile to find another well hidden treat in his pack. It was such a...a mother thing to do.

Snufkin glanced up as a flock of birds took flight overhead, breathing deeply as he watched them fly off.

It made him think of the baby birds Moomin and the others had rescued, and what he'd told Moomin then.

He didn't like to think about the times he'd had to go against his nature, been forced to stay somewhere, forced to be in company when he wanted to be alone, had been pushed past him limits by the expectations put on him.

Like the time he'd been trailed by a would be adventurer for a month, who guilted and fake cried and wouldn't leave each time Snufkin tried to break away on his own, who took up every moment of his waking time, leaving him more tense and exhausted than the three quarters of a year spent in Moomin Valley ever could.

The time he got snowed into a lodge with a group of other travelers, feeling the way their eyes burned into him each time he left his room, all the expectations they had of who he was, the way they paused when he didn't match up to them as if they were rewriting what he'd said or done to fit the image they had, the show he'd had to put on each day he'd been stuck there.

The 'helpful' people who had no idea how old he was but were so sure he was too young to be on his own, who tried to force him into orphanages or schools and refused to acknowledge that he may be small, but he was adult enough to be on his own – mumriks were on their own from the time they were small, if they were travelers – and who didn't want to listen to 'no'.

Little wonder he went invisible so easily, though he doubted anyone in Moomin Valley would guess he'd ever been invisible. Or that he had a tail that none of them had ever seen, hands that he covered with gloves as they were only half visible at best. Thank goodness it was those, that could be easily hidden, and not something like his head. He'd never be able to pass through most of the Southern towns without a head.

Out here, in the solitude, was where he'd recovered and where he could recover from so much time spent around people, find real peace.

How did other people stand it? Being inside four walls so much, cut off from the world...the wind ruffled through Snufkin hair as he put away the last of his dishes, and he set off to follow it.

Unconsciously he began to move to the song he could almost hear in the wind, dipping and twirling as he walked, until he smelled the tang of salt in the air.

The wind led him to a clifftop overlooking the sea, the crash of waves down below echoing with the wind's call, a song all their own.

Down below, the sea washed along the rocks, white foam spraying high and settling into patterns on the waves that ever changed, swirling and dancing, as high above the gulls called out their raucous cries.

Out on the horizon an albatross flew, a speck of white against the sky.

Snufkin stood at the top of the cliff, arms spread wide as he drank in the smells, the sights. Laughing in joy, he spun, once, twice, three times, overflowing into action.

Oh, it was good to be alive and free!

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[rainyday-deer]

⭐ 2, 13, 19, & 70 ( super big question..... waffles or pancakes? 💚) ⭐

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2. what animal do you think you’re most like? 

Probably a cat lmao

I’m tired and i want to eat and i want attention but only touch me when i ask you to thank you

13. do you play any video games? 

I dooo. I’ve got a lot of systems for someone who calls herself a casual gamer. LoZ, Harvest Moon, DoA and Animal Crossing are all good.

19. favorite fictional characters? 

Off the top of my head: Starfire, Rapunzel, Wirt, Snufkin, Eddie Brock… There’s a lot more tho

70. ask ur own

Hm. Both are good… Depends on my mood. I think I like waffles a little more though at the moment

[davidslivens]

@molamol and I took a visit to the amazing Moomin Cafe in #bangkok yesterday. Anyone who knows me might know I’m slightly obsessed with Tove Jansson’s hippo-like creatures, so I was unbelievably happy to sit amongst them whilst eating pancakes and drinking hot milk! 🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄 Even for those who don’t like Moomins, it’s undeniably a unique place, and every little detail is somehow Moomin branded! 🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲🍄🌲 Loving every minute of my trip here! #amazingthailand #moomin #moomins #moomincafe #tovejansson #pancakes #moominmama #moominpapa #snorkmaiden #littlemy #thegroke #snufkin #hattifatteners #moomintroll #sniff #tooticky #illustration #lovethemoomins #hobby #moominaddict

[bisexualpixiebabe]

Things I am going to do once quarantine is over:

1. Take my dog to the groomer’s and give the groomer a big tip

2. While that is happening, go eat at Eat n Park and get myself a Pancake Smile because I have missed Eat n Park so much. It was true, it was the place for smiles.

3. Get a snufkin tattoo. I should probably start do arm exercises to lose some art fat in preparation but school has me stressed the fuck out right now.

4. Take the dog to Frick park for one of our all day hikes

5. Buy a bunch of bath bombs at lush