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Dear moominpappa French,

Thank you for the very friendly letter which was sent to Lasse and me from Benn's! I gave Daniel's strip cartoon to Lasse who very much appreciated to have a helper on the Equator. If one has been drawing strip cartoons for seven years or more there's an everlasting hunt for new ideas and sometimes one ends up in desperation.

We were very thrilled by the Moomin game - it looks good! And it's a real joy and a help in the job to know there's a whole family liking the stories so much that it has gone mooministic! I don't know if you have the very first strip cartoons? Say, m. on the Riviera, m. valley goes djungle, The lonely island, The dangerous winter (where Mymble falls in love with Mr. Brisk). Ten books with m. strip cartoons - three synopsies in each - have been published in Swedish by Gebers förlag, (Stockholm, bot 159) but maybe they're already in the tremendous collection of your son?

Here in Helsingfors the cold has ceased and Lasse and I are beginning to wait for spring. We have a small island each, the very last into the sea, in the Finnish gulf east from H:fors and go out there as soon as the ices break up. On my island there are no trees, only rock and wild flowers and in the middle a mysterious, rather deep lake.

You would have liked the Big Storm (biggest in 60 years) last summer - 11 beaufort! The cellar was full of seaweed and sand afterwards, the boats moored to the hut and breakers going over most of the island. My Moominmamma (aged 86) was enchanted. Afterwards, a helicopter landed on our islands counting the survivors. Lasse was inspired to a new synopsis. Don't you think the Associated Newspapers at Fleet Street should send him to Africa to get new ideas?

A lot of love and good luck to you all!

Tove Jansson.

P.S. Hope you've got the Moomin mascot I've sent.

More pictures of the correspondance & game on their Facebook post!

[fictionaldogcompetition]

Contestants!

Below the cut is the contestants and their matches!

Each poll will be 1 week long, and they'll go out 10 at a time. The exact date and time polls will start going up is a little up in the air right now, because I'm going out of town over the weekend. So they might begin as early as Monday 18th, but probably not later than Wednesday 20th. I'll let you know the night before.

Anyway, just think of this delay as time to write propaganda ahead of your dog's poll going up!

Ruff Ruffman (Fetch! With Ruff Ruffman) vs Muttley (Wacky Races)

Snowy (Tintin series) vs Dog (Columbo)

Maliketh, The Black Blade (Elden Ring) vs Wolfie (Until Dawn)

Unnamed Dog/The Imitator (The Thing) vs Whisper the Wolf (Sonic IDW comics)

Queen Teatinu (Healin Good Precure) vs Nigou/Tetsuya 2 (Kuroko no Basket)

Melody Amaranth (Super Lesbian Animal RPG) vs Pappy van Poodle (Rusty’s Real Deal Baseball)

Sunkist (HLVRAI) vs Dog that can Drive (Drawfee)

Hylian Retriever (Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom) vs Wolf (Minecraft)

Bee/Bay (Dragon Ball Z) vs Shadow (Homeward Bound)

Blue (Blue's Clues) vs Ein (Cowboy Bebop)

Snoopy (Peanuts) vs Clifford (Clifford the Big Red Dog)

Argos (The Odyssey) vs Barkspawn (Dragon Age)

Diogee (Milo Murphy's Law) vs Winston (Hannibal)

Good Boy (DuckTales) vs Bear (Person of Interest)

Daisy & Winnie (The Mistholme Museum Podcast) vs Heidi & Jackie (Hello from the Hallowoods) 

Missile (Ghost Trick) vs Sparky (Frankenweenie)

Bond (Spy X Family) vs Goddard (Jimmy Neutron)

Scratch (Baldur’s Gate 3) vs Iggy (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Cujo (Danny Phantom) vs Cujo (Cujo (1983))

Momiji Inubashiri (Touhou Project) vs Tequila/Ernesto Salas (Arknights)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (Sherlock Holmes) vs Scooby Doo (Scooby Doo media)

Shrimp (The Upturned) vs Holidog (Holiday World)

Rapunzel the Corgi (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency) vs K9 (Doctor Who)

Blue (Wolf’s Rain) vs Shiba-Warrior Taro (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Annoying Dog (Undertale) vs Old Dan & Little Ann (Where the Red Fern Grows)

Chou Chou (Shoujo Cosette (Les Miserables anime)) vs Porthos (Star Trek: Enterprise)

Pompompurin (Sanrio) vs Krypto (DC)

Sorry-oo (Moomin) vs Tau (Palia)

Jake the Dog (Adventure Time) vs Lesser dog (Undertale)

Noodle (Nona the Ninth/The Locked Tomb series) vs Nina Tucker/Alexander (FullMetal Alchemist)

Lucky the Pizza Dog (Marvel Comics) vs Seymour (Futurama)

Wishbone (Wishbone Series) vs Angelo (Final Fantasy VIII)

Ox (Dimension 20: Unsleeping City) vs Hewie (Haunting Ground)

Bingpup (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System) vs Elena (Spiritfarer)

Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home) vs Charlie B. Barkin (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

Polterpup (Luigi’s Mansion) vs Gromit (Wallace and Gromit)

Santa’s Little Helper (The Simpsons) vs Slink/Slinky Dog (Toy Story)

Courage (Courage the Cowardly Dog) vs Twig (Hilda)

Zosimos/Zozo (The Glass Scientists webcomic) vs The BTS Wolves (Midnight Burger)

Unnamed Dog (Teletubbies) vs Shigure Souma (Fruits basket)

Dachsbun (Pokemon) vs Hector J. Peabody (Mr. Peabody & Sherman)

Inuyasha (Inuyasha) vs Frank the Pug (Men in Black)

Sam (Sam and Max) vs Barnabas (The Sandman)

Duck Hunt Dog (Duck Hunt) vs Mira (Silent Hill 2)

Fairy (Mo Dao Zu Shi) vs Shiloh (Shiloh series)

Makkachin (Yuri!!! On Ice) vs Becquerel/Bec (Homestuck)

Rush (Mega Man) vs Dogmeat (Fallout 4)

Dog (Good Omens) vs Zamazenta (Pokemon)

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Moominmama’s Life Story

On passing the torch

Since the birth of Moomin and Tayberry, the rest of the Moomin family had gradually taken more and more responsibility for the daily care of Moominhouse and Moominmama’s vegetable and flower gardens from Moominmama and Snork Maiden. Granting them the freedom to take a weekly day off for their private time together had taken things to the next level. Moomin and Tayberry learned how to help in the kitchen and even did some cooking themselves with Moomintroll’s and Moominpapa’s supervision. They were already willing and capable helpers with every other aspect of housekeeping and gardening. By the third week of Moominmama and Snork Maiden’s regular get-togethers on Fridays after Snork Maiden completed her cookbook, they knew what to expect after breakfast. They found a picnic basket filled with cucumber sandwiches and a jug of fruit juice waiting for them on the parlor table and their family gave them a loving sendoff as usual.

They made their way to the beach and spent the morning walking the length of the beach in the surf. They felt drawn to the large cave where The Scarlet Mymble was docked. They boarded the ship and took a tour of it. They joked about making off for the Caribbean by themselves while lounging in the captain’s quarters.

“Little My would never forgive us for not bringing her along!”, said Moominmama, laughing, “It does remind me of how I met Moominpapa, however. As you know, Turku is a port city. After my family moved back there for good, or so I thought at the time, my father used our ill-gotten wealth to buy out a tug boat operation. He and my brothers seemed to make an honest go of the business. They became the most trusted company offering their services to shipping and cruise ship companies in only a few years. I would find out much later that they had muscled out their competition through…(ahem)…forceful persuasion.

I was admittedly too much in bliss over our suddenly peaceful and secure home life to examine what they were doing too closely and my grandmother only wanted me to be happy, so she kept what she knew from me. In the year that I would turn eighteen, my grandmother’s health suddenly turned very dire. I spent most of my time every day looking after her in her bed. I constantly referred to her diary of remedies and recipes and tried every one that I thought would help. Naturally, my father and brothers watched her decline intently, but not with good intentions.

I finally had to face reality when she brought me close to her side one morning after I fed her breakfast, and whispered weakly in my ear, ‘After I am gone, your father and brothers will break their word and go back to a life of crime. They will try to take you with them. Do not hesitate to make your escape when you see a chance. You don’t owe them anything anymore. You’re such a good, strong woman. You have everything you need to make your way in life on your own. Even when I’m gone, I’m always going to be with you! Take my handbag and diary with you! They will serve you well. Trust yourself and don’t be afraid of anything!’ She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my paws with the last of her strength and then she was gone.”

Moominmama paused for several minutes, tears poured out of her eyes and she put her paws over her face as she sobbed softly. Snork Maiden held her paws, and shed tears of her own. Without thinking about it, the younger woman reached into Moominmama’s handbag and brought out a large handkerchief. She used it to dry Moominmama’s tears. “We can stop if this is too hard for you.”, she said.

“No, I’m fine.”, said Moominmama, taking the handkerchief and blowing her nose and wiping her face, “I finally realize that I needed to pass down my story to really deal with it. Feel free to get Moominpapa’s help in getting it published. So anyway, my grandmother was absolutely right about my father. He and my brothers gave me and my mother no time to grieve. He had my grandmother buried with no ritual and as fast as possible. Before my mother and I could process any of this, he and my brothers forced me aboard their largest tug boat and started a long journey northward toward the Autarch’s estate, abandoning my mother.

They explained to me that they had been planning a raid on the Autarch’s annual grand party. They knew the Autarch ran his estate as an anarchic paradise and blending in with the beasts who he chose to live there while they plotted their raid would be easy. It took us several days to reach the shores of the Autarch’s land using such a slow vessel. I kept looking for an opportunity to escape, but they were watching me too closely. They explained that I had been too valuable an asset to their criminal enterprises to let me go. The night we were to make our landing a terrible storm broke out near the shore suddenly. My father and brothers were forced to attempt a desperate retreat towards the open sea. They were too intent on their own survival to pay attention to me.

I gripped my handbag with all my strength and jumped overboard. I was instantly swept away by the huge, wild waves. I couldn’t tell up from down in the darkness and it was all I could do to find opportunities to take a breath. Swimming was pointless. The waves overpowered me, I couldn’t see the shore, and I had lost all sense of direction. Suddenly, a strong arm took my left arm and pulled me determinedly towards the shore. The next thing I knew, I was catching my breath safely far from the surf on the beach of Moominpapa’s colony. Moominpapa was staring at me dreamily right next to me as I cleaned myself up with the help of my handbag. I knew that he had risked his own life without hesitation to save me and I fell in love instantly as I returned his gaze. You know the rest. I never saw my family again and never tried to find out what happened to them after that. Without my grandmother, they didn’t matter to me anymore. To my relief, they’ve never sought me out either. They were all too tough to have come to a bad end through accidental misfortune or be caught by the Hemulen Police for long. I’m sure that they’re still living their criminal life somewhere.”

The two women simply sat in the captain’s quarters for some time just appreciating each other’s company. Finally, they enjoyed the lunch that their family had prepared for them and then headed home. Moominpapa was enjoying afternoon tea on the verandah and immediately stood up to greet them as the two women approached Moominhouse.

“Uhmmm…Welcome back! The rest of the family are in the garden harvesting vegetables for dinner. Should I go get them?”, he asked.

“That won’t be necessary, my darling.”, Moominmama said, planting a particularly affectionate kiss on his cheek as she reached him, “Also, we’re done having regular weekly outings for a while. I’ll leave you a note if we’re planning such outings in the future. We very much appreciated everyone preparing lunch for us.”, she said with a big, warm smile.

The End

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•》 Trans Rin Hoshizora Icons!

Requested by Anon!

[alltheusernamesaretaken24]

More learning Gaelic with Snufkin!! Buntàta is such a funny word hehe (potato) I’m getting there!! If anyone has any resources please let me know!! I’m currently learning on duolingo (yes, I have given in to the murderous owl) but I was wondering if anyone had any accessible children’s books in Gaelic, or something of the sort?? It would be very helpful!!

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THE LITTLE HELPER REACTION IMAGE FJSBJDBS

I was divided on using either that one or the Moomin with a knife one- but Little Helper always does the job sdjshdjsh

[jancmalandra]

Snufkin Moves In

On creating a new family tradition

The final Fall harvest of Moominmama's vegetable garden and the local berry bushes began promptly on the first day of October. As the fruit and vegetables were brought into the kitchen of Moominhouse, Snork Maiden began persuading Moominmama to let her take full charge of the annual canning. Moominmama let go of this tradition a little reluctantly and carefully monitored Snork Maiden and Moomintroll for the first week as they worked together. Snork Maiden had retained everything she had learned last year flawlessly and Moomintroll proved himself a ready student and worthy helper. Moominmama quickly switched gears to helping Moominpapa, Little My, and Snufkin with Winterizing Moominhouse. With the four of them working together, this big project was finished well before the canning was done. The Snork and Sniff had taken charge of hosting the big pre-hibernation party in The Moominvalley Community Center on the last day of October, so Moominmama, Moominpapa, Little My, and Snufkin were left with very little to do until hibernation actually began.

With a several days to go before Snork Maiden and Moomintroll would be finished with the canning, Snufkin brought together Little My, Moominmama and Moominpapa one morning in the guest bedroom to form a conspiracy to have a little fun on the day after the canning would be finished, before the pre-hibernation party. "Shall we play a little game of hide-and-seek with those two just so that they stop taking themselves so seriously?", Snufkin suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea!", said Little My, "What were you thinking of doing, exactly?"

"We'll need to think of good clues to leave behind for them as they go. I want to lead them along a very particular path and end their search in a very particular place...."

The day after the canning was finished Moomintroll awoke first and went downstairs from Snork Maiden's attic room, and headed for the kitchen as usual, looking forward to getting breakfast ready for everyone. Moominhouse seemed abnormally quiet to him. Little My would usually follow him downstairs in the morning, teasing him as he went. But, she was nowhere to be found. Moominpapa and Moominmama's bedroom was empty. Moomintroll had made a determined effort not to check on Snufkin since he moved in, if he hadn't spent the night with him, so he turned towards the kitchen. He immediately saw a large card standing in the middle of the parlor table. It read as follows:

When a falling star threatened to make us dead, this is where we laid our heads.

Moomintroll realized immediately what was going on and was about to go upstairs and wake Snork Maiden when she came into the parlor, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"What's going on?", asked Snork Maiden, "Where is everyone?"

"Snufkin has invited us to play a last grand game with him and our family before hibernation!", said Moomintroll excitedly.

"Where to first?", asked Snork Maiden eagerly.

"The cave on the beach!", said Moomintroll, handing her the card with the clue Snufkin had left behind.

As the twosome headed toward the beach, they heard someone moving through the tall grass, following them closely.

"It's Little My for sure. She's planning some kind of mischief.", whispered Snork Maiden to Moomintroll, "Do you remember the long cave that ends at the beach that your parents accidentally found that time they 'ran away'? Get to the beach through it and I'll keep going towards the big cave. She'll have to choose between us. We'll beat her to her trick!"

Moomintroll obeyed instantly, and they split up. As Snork Maiden had predicted, Little My was forced out of hiding. She stood in the middle of the path leading towards the beach in confusion for too long and realized that she had lost her chance to take either of them by surprise a little too late. She jumped up and down in frustration and headed off in an entirely different direction.

Snork Maiden and Moomintroll reunited in front of the big cave and were immediately greeted by Moominmama at the entrance.

"Very well done, my darlings!", said Moominmama cheerily, "The next clue is, 'Where we hid from the tigers' appetite and thought that we might have to stay the night.' "

Moomintroll hugged his mother very tenderly all of a sudden, tears filling his eyes. "I was just reminded of the first time I feared that I might have lost you and Papa for good. Now, I know that I can never lose any of the people I love, no matter what, so I don't have to cling on to any of you, and you don't have to worry about me. We're all going to be fine, whatever may come. Now, let's go to the bathhouse."

"How very clever of you, Moomintroll!", said Moominmama, patting his head gently.

When they reached the bathhouse, the three of them were greeted by Moominpapa. "I knew that you would figure that one out! The last clue might be a little more tricky: 'When The Mymble's brood proved to be untoward, you found a new way forward.' "

"It can't be!", said Snork Maiden, "There's no way that it's still standing! Come on, all of you! I have to see this for myself!"

Snork Maiden lead the way to a long forgotten part of the open field that was the center of Moominvalley. There stood a slightly unsteady looking two-story house that had large paintings all over it. A very large family of hedgehogs had made their home in it and there was a constant flow of dozens of hedgehog children going in and out of it. The hedgehog family had built a porch onto it that was just the right size for them that went all the way around first floor. There were very small windows that dotted the side of the house at regular intervals instead of the Moomin-sized windows and door that Moomintroll had originally built into it. Moomintroll and Snork Maiden stared at it in bug-eyed amazement for several seconds before Snufkin and Little My came out from behind a nearby bush and broke the spell.

"Well, what did you think of our little game?", they asked together.

"I think that you haven't lost your ability to take us all by surprise, or to get your point across," said Moomintroll happily, "Or to find the perfect way to make things fun again."

Snufkin took Moomintroll's paws in his and said, "I know that you've been trying to take care of all of us, me in particular. For the first time in my life, I really appreciate it, and the restraint that you've shown. But, you needn't have worried. I really am ready to hibernate through Winter for the first time with all of you. This IS my choice, really it is."

"I'm so very happy for you, Snufkin!", said Moomintroll, kissing him passionately.

The End

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Happy Birthday to @frlsk or Helper Moomin on @sweetkincafe !! (2/2)

[shining-sakura-kins]

» “Happy birthday to Helper Moomin / @frlsk!” - Mod Miu

» Mod Miu

[magicalgirlagency]

hello! i wanted to offer up chii from chobits for rescue, because i picked up chobits without knowing anything about it and was disgusted by the way clamp treats her. in my eyes, she's an autistic amnesiac who was taken advantage of and she deserves to be treated so much better. i understand if you can't accept her. thank you for your time regardless.

What’s to expect from a mangaka team that started their career making JJBA and Devilman yaoi doujinshis, and its pedophilia and (possible) incest on their most famous series (CardCaptor Sakura)?

Chii is now Cyber Angel Chii, Assigned Gemstone is Milky Quartz, Essence is Light/Tech;

She is a Helper Class Magi, now working at a wondarian library, alongside a group of fae;

Due to her high intelligence and great memory, she is the library’s reliable encyclopedia, providing others with the information they need;

Loves reading books. She has recently discovered Moomins, and is now euphoric;

Doesn’t talk very much, and always ends her sentences with “-chii”;

Her favorite animal is the cat, because her “ears” are so cat-like;

She’s always discovering new things in hope of developing her own identity.

[claudias-kin-help]

I’m so grateful that Helper Moomin from @/sweetkincafe reached out to me and gave me the opportunity to clear up some misunderstandings and explain how I’ve changed since some of my past actions.  If anyone else still wants to unfollow or block us for their own comfort, feel free to do so! If people are curious about what happened, I will elaborate in private messages at @explosivemagic, but I won’t be naming anyone involved for privacy purposes. This is all I’ll say here so that I don’t flood the blog with discourse, but thank you for taking the time to read this!

-Mod Claudia

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‘In the late 1940s we did our first Moomin play and Tove claims that on the long director's list - in those days you had to do everything yourself, there weren't as many helpers as there are now - still, at the bottom of the list was: “Buy aspirin, comfort Tove”. Claims Tove.’ 😂

[lesbiansastiel]

still untitled fic chapter 4 (i will eventually have to post somewhere... it’s getting long)

this chapter was a mess originally bc i wrote it in like three minutes and it was nothing but dialogue but i edited it and here it is! title is ironic, reference to this song bc i’ve been reading a moomin book lately. all chapters here x

Chapter 4. Starlight

When they reach the next stop on the route to finding an exit from Sam’s heaven, Cas stops Sam near a tall tree and grabs him by the arm. Sam feels a little twist in his chest.

“We don’t have much time.” Cas says, out of breath. Sam feels relieved and worried at the same time, because hey, at least Cas didn’t bring up the previous memory, but oh no, Cas looks bad. This whole tagging-along-to-heaven -business could be draining Cas’ powers worse than they imagined. And to make matters worse, they had no idea how long they’d been here. Time works very differently in heaven, apparently.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks. Cas lets go of his arm.

“I’m running out of power. We will have to get back soon.” Their eyes look red, like someone’s who’s been crying. They have been running in a forest of some vague memory from Sam’s childhood for a while now. Sam doesn’t recognize the memory, but he has a similar feeling of déjà vu as in some of the others. Sam feels a bit guilty for having such a labyrinth of a heaven. He sighs.

“Let’s just get out of this forest. Any helpful ideas what the exit could look like?” Sam’s words come out harsher than he means. He’s tired too.

Cas shakes his head, beaten, and they keep running. Sam feels like giving up, but fights through it, thinking about how he’s doing this for Cas. This was so important to him, Sam knows perfectly well how important; finding the father who’s disappeared, even if it all turns out to be bullshit. It was a familiar quest for him. They need to at least try their best.

So, they run and run and keep running, even though Cas looks more tired than Sam has ever seen them. They don’t stop running until they come up to a bright light.

“Should we go into the light?” Sam asks, his eyes blinded by the light.

“Sam, wait,” Cas says weakly, his breathing shaky and uneven. Sam’s heart is breaking, seeing Cas like this.

“Yeah?”

“When we go,” Cas begins and turns to look at Sam’s direction, their eyes hurting from the light, too, “I cannot talk to him, he won’t see me. Look for The Garden, and think of his name, and remember that we have to return soon”. Sam nods at Cas and at the same time curses the plan in his mind. But it’s the best plan they have for now, and so he lets the light surround them, and thinks of Joshua and the garden as hard as he can.

In the next instant, they open their eyes inside a big, white, round hall. The glass ceiling is high, like the room was made for giants. Above, there are a million tiny bright lights, but not quite stars, they move too quickly, and new ones turn on as quickly as others turn off. There are tall doors at the sides of the hall, tens of them, maybe more. Sam chooses one, by random, walks up to it, and pulls it. It’s heavy and makes a loud rumbling sound as it opens. Behind it, there is another hall, with the same ceiling, and more doors. Sam backs away and looks at Cas, who is leaning against a wall, looking around as confusedly as Sam.

“I doubt this is a memory of yours?” Cas says and their voice echoes in the huge room.

“Yeah, this is… something else. You don’t recognize it?” Sam is in awe by everything he looks at. He walks up to Cas and offers a hand for them to take as support. Cas holds on to his arm, stands up properly, and they take a few steps to reach the next door.

“I have never been in a place like this before. Maybe it’s your soul’s way of seeing heaven. That would mean we are out of yours,” Cas speaks quietly.

“That’s good right? So how do we fi-” Sam is interrupted by a loud crash from behind them.

 He turns to look to where the sound came from. Cas has disappeared from beside him. One door has opened in the direction of the sound, and Sam walks towards it and notices the door has been ripped out from the frame. He walks in to a room that looks empty, but as he gets there, it’s suddenly not a room anymore. It’s an endless jungle-like place, and he’s standing in moss and there are birds singing and chirping in every direction. He’s yelling the name of Joshua, without realizing it, and his voice gets lost in all the noises of the jungle. When he turns around to see where the door was, there is a desk, and a man sitting behind it. A man with huge angel wings that are there and aren’t there at the same time. He is looking at Sam, with a smile on his face.

Sam tries to take a step back, but his feet are stuck on the mossy ground, there are roots slowly climbing upwards, tying his feet to the ground.

“You’ve come a long way. Not a lot of people find me,” Joshua’s face looks kinder than any other angel’s Sam has met so far. His eyes are dark, almost black, and his chin and cheeks are covered in grey bristles. Sam doesn’t notice himself talking before he hears his own voice say:

“But some do.”

Joshua looks at Sam, analyzing his appearance meticulously from head to toe. Sam feels trapped. He looks around the jungle and tries to find Cas with his eyes. He can’t be far, he wouldn’t leave Sam alone.

“Every once a millennium someone gets lost and finds this place. I guide them on their way,” Joshua eventually answers, taking a pen from his desk and placing it behind his ear. Sam considers what to say for a brief while, and ends up taking the straightforward route:

“I’m looking for God.”

Joshua takes the pen from behind his ear and starts tapping the push button to the desk as he answers:

“Aren’t they all?”

Sam feels strange as Joshua keeps tapping the pen against the desk and staring at him. He feels like this is an office and he’s queueing for a form for the taxes or something.

“Does anyone find... God? Do you know-”

“No, not that I know of. The Father of all creation usually appears by his own will, you see,” Joshua sounds pissed off, but Sam decides to ignore it. His feet are even more stuck to the ground, the roots climbing up on his knees now. Sam feels like he’s taking too much time. And where is Cas? He needs to ask these questions for Cas.

“There has to be a way to reach him? You’ve talked to him, haven’t you? You know how-”

“No. I don’t know anything. I merely take care of his creations, like I’m told,” Joshua’s voice is powerful, it feels like it’s coming right from next to Sam’s ears, thundering by his side.

“Who tells you?” Sam keeps questioning Joshua. It’s starting to feel like an interview. Sam is a crappy journalist, Joshua a bored politician who has nothing wise to say.

“Look, child…” Joshua begins and stands up and takes a few steps to the side of his desk and places the pen on the desk.

“I’ve been doing this since I was created. I was told, that if anyone comes looking for me, comes looking for our father, I must tell them I don’t know anything and show them to their own path.”

Sam shakes his head slowly. The roots on his legs are getting looser and he lifts one leg and the roots fall off. He takes a step and the other leg is also free. The ground feels more solid than before. He walks towards Joshua and asks, with a quieter voice than before:

“Do you know anyone who knows?”

“No.” The answer is rude and short.

Sam isn’t convinced.

“Why did you let me come here then, if there’s nothing to gain from this?”

Joshua reaches to touch Sam’s shoulder and smiles.

“Stop searching, child. It does not take you anywhere,” he sounds kind, but his voice goes darker as he continues: “And I did not let you come here. I tried to keep you out, but you had someone helping you, didn’t you?” 

Joshua lets go of Sam’s shoulder, but Sam feels caught. He looks around, not hiding his worry anymore.

“Where are you, Castiel?” Joshua asks in a roaring voice.

Cas is nowhere to be seen. Sam hopes Cas is okay, that they can still drag both of them out of here, that Joshua won’t hurt them...

“You better call your friend here, right now.” Joshua stands next to his desk, firmly, looking around for Cas. Sam doesn’t reply, he’s hoping Castiel would take it from here, whatever it is that is about to happen.

“I want to have a little chat with your friend,” Joshua says the word friend in a way that makes Sam feel uncomfortable, “I couldn’t keep you out, but I can keep you locked in, until your friend shows up,” Joshua smiles and the roots start climbing up Sam’s legs again.

This time they feel too tight. Sam considers his options: tell Joshua everything he knows and possibly buy time for Cas to get them out of here or hope that Cas knows what he’s doing.

“I don’t know if Cas can show up,” Sam says, eventually. The roots are up to his thighs now.

“Hmm, well. I can see everything that comes to heaven, and I can see that your little helper has been here, with us,” Joshua takes a step towards the trees next to Sam, and looks at Sam, again, investigating his face, “and I can see that Castiel did not want to be seen by me.”

Sam stares at Joshua, who’s not very intimidating with his kind face. Joshua continues with a an almost whisper:

“But I need your friend to know that this little crusade of finding God is useless. So, you better call Castiel, or I will not let you out.” 

Sam knows that Joshua is just following orders. And he seems very precise about following them, even more so than any other angel Sam has met. He will follow his orders, Sam has no doubt about it.

“Cas, I...” Sam begins, defeatedly, but before he can say more Castiel is standing beside him. They look more broken down and tired than before. Sam’s heart skips a beat when Cas looks at him with a sad, defeated expression.

“Castiel!” Joshua snaps out and suddenly Sam can see his wings flashing and slashing as Joshua rises up into the air, “There’s our brave little hero. Looking for God, while I’m supposed to be distracted by your human, huh?” Joshua sounds bitter, almost jealous. His expression is sourer than before, as well. Cas is looking up to Joshua, trembling and swaying on the uneven ground.

“It’s not like that,” Cas’ voice is weary and there are visible bruises on his arms, showing from under the trench coat’s rolled up sleeves. The sleeves are just like they are back at the motel, where Cas stuck his hand inside Sam’s chest, to touch his soul. Suddenly Sam realizes that he doesn’t hurt, at all, although this is supposed to hurt, the touching souls-business. Maybe there’s no pain in heaven. Sam keeps thinking about the motel, he is starting to feel close to the real world, like he’s waking up, the dream is fading… If he closes his eyes, he can hear cars pass by the window behind the couch he’s sleeping, or dying, on.

“I need to know if God is out there, Joshua! So that I can stop hoping. Because if God is still alive, he’s left us, and I want nothing to do with him,” Cas implores, their eyes still fixed on Joshua, who’s higher than before, wings flickering in the air.

“Oh, Castiel. What have you become? You’re willing to risk your own life for this insignificant little voyage!” Joshua moves closer to Castiel and closer to ground, into his personal space, and thus, into Sam’s personal space. Then he continues speaking:

“Or did you simply want to take a little peek into this mortal’s heaven?”

Cas looks at Joshua but doesn’t defend himself.

“Does God live, Gardener?” Cas asks instead. The way he spits out the word “gardener” is filled with hate Sam can’t understand.

Joshua blinks and then says slowly, each word with precision: “I, don’t, know.”

Sam wants to help Cas and asks:

“Why are you following the orders if there’s a chance God’s not alive?”

“Why do all angels follow orders, child?” Joshua looks as Sam now, intensely, “Isn’t it obvious! That’s all we’re capable of doing… Like your Castiel. Did you know that his orders are… to break them? To rebel. To stir commotion. To start a war in heaven.”

Castiel looks at Cas, who looks so tired it’s wonder they’re standing up. Sam tries to think about all that just happened, to come up with some reply, but he can’t think of anything. He just looks at Cas and tries to send a message of “hang in there”.

Suddenly Sam can feel the roots falling off from his legs and then they’re standing on solid ground again, back in the hall. 

 “I guess Joshua said all he wanted to say,” Sam says at Cas. 

Cas nods, or looks down on the ground, and then immediately falls on the ground. Sam drops on his knees next to him and touches his face. It’s burning hot. Sam’s mind is in a million different places at once:

“Cas!” Sam is frantically touching Cas’ face and chest and then their arms and the bruises. Cas shows no signs of responding.

“Cas? Please- Cas!” Sam can feel his breath’s get more uneven as he shakes Castiel. 

He can hear and smell the motel, but they’re still here, in the white hall.

“Please bring us back, take us back, please.”

[kinnie-quarium]

Hi hi! Could I get an aesthetic for Reimi Sugimoto in pastel pink with cute dresses, sunsets, and maybe like just small town vibes if that makes sense? Also themes of being happy! Thank you! ♡ Helper Moomin / Kari

Of course you can!! I hipe you like it and sorry for the delay!! i kept getting distracted shdhd ill have it up for you in a sec!

-Mod Sabo (Narancia shift)

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Regarding that Sailor Moon gificon asker they're welcome to come our way! ♡ Helper Moomin

@sweetkincafe c.. can take care of the Sailor Moon g.. gifcons, z-zoisite anon!! i hope f.. for the best!! - helper settia