#snusmumrikken

[coast-line]

He didn’t leave

[skruttet]

do NOT take away this man’s tunes he will be so so sad it’s like taking candy from a baby 🥺

[isbergillustration]

Been watching a lot of Moomin at work this week.

[ulvespill]

Snusmumrikken: Melodien i Mummidalen - Anmeldelse

[bees-n-bones]

skulle noen fortelle meg at det kommer ett snusmumrikken spill, eller var det meningen at jeg skulle lese det i en tilfeldig nrk artikkel selv?

[moominpapasfanficblog]

The New Snufkin

On dealing with the past in healthy ways

It was the first day of Spring in Moominvalley once more and Snufkin was the first member of the Moomin family to go outside after the big after hibernation breakfast. Everyone else was still in the front parlor carving out and rigging sails on their bark boats as Moominmama and Moominpapa drank tea and observed happily. Snufkin walked casually towards the the footbridge, breathing in the fresh, lightly warm air. He had been unable to concentrate on his bark boat. As he always did when inspiration eluded him, he knew it was useless to pursue it and he went outside. He looked around at all the new growth everywhere. His eyes turned towards his old camping spot that he had always chosen when he returned from the South before he fell in love with Moomintroll. He saw something completely unexpected, a spacious homemade teepee tent almost exactly like the one he and The Joxter had made for him when The Joxter told him he was ready to go out into the world entirely on his own on his seventh birthday.

Snufkin approached the campsite carefully and as he drew closer a familiar looking figure emerged from the tent. They wore a long, heavy greatcoat and no shoes. They stood upright on rough skinned black paws covered in black fur. Their front paws were soft and pink. The fur on their head was unkempt and wild, but short. They were the spitting image of Toft, the troubled young beast he met that one November that he overstayed in Moominvalley. They couldn’t actually be Toft, however. Toft would be an adult by now. This beast was young, maybe just a little older than Toft had been when they had first met. Before Snufkin could process any of this, the young beast saw him.

“So, it’s you.”, they said in a voice filled with suspicion and resentment, “I’d hoped to meet you before the rest of the Happy Family. My name is Snusmumrikken. I’m here to set everything back to the way that it should be. Feel free to keep pretending to be The Mumrik, but we both know better, don’t we? I know that I’m not actually a Mumrik, but I’ll have to do.”

For the first time in his life, Snufkin felt like he should change someone else into what he thought they should be. He had always feared that tendency in Moomintroll as the two of them grew up together. Now he understood it and the strength it had taken for Moomintroll to leave that tendency behind.

“Shall I introduce you to the…Happy Family?”, he said, pointing towards Moominhouse.

“I suppose…if you must.”, Snusmumrikken said, suppressing obvious anticipation.

As they walked towards Moominhouse, they saw Moomintroll, Snork Maiden, Moomin, Tayberry, and Little My playing with their bark boats in the stream. Moominpapa and Moominmama were relaxing nearby on the grass, enjoying watching their children and grandchildren playing. Snusmumrikken crossed the footbridge and approached Moominmama, their eyes full of awe. They were so overwhelmed that they were unable to speak.

“Moominmama, this is Snusmumrikken. They’ve come to visit us until Winter.”, said Snufkin.

Moominmama was a little taken aback at first, but she approached Snusmumrikken and took their paws kindly. “Have you had breakfast yet, my dear? There’s still bread and jelly in the dining room…shall I bring some out for you?”, she asked.

“Yes, please.”, said Snusmumrikken in an awed, deeply happy whisper.

The rest of the Moomin family gathered nearby waiting to begin to get to know the new member of their family, except for Little My, who looked like she was already planning some serious mischief.

To Be Continued

[irritatingclown]

My mom calls me snusmumrikken all the time. He's so me.

[indigorox]

Been getting really into the Moomins again lately..

[cronks-art]

[catisforts]

In Sent i November Tove Jansson really liked to draw Snufkin facing away

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norwegian snufkin my beloved oh how i missed you <3

[somnolent-snufkin]

Bloom - Snufkin

It was about time I remake this one. Before, I had just clips from memes to use in edits. But now I have all of the episodes. So it's about time I do it with new stuff.

[flagggermus]

hey remember when i drew moomin fanart

[braceletmemories]

Wait for it.....

Song: 'Train, Train' by Blackfoot

[moominpapasfanficblog]

Boyle’s Odyssey

On becoming legitimate businessmen

By the end of the first week of January letters requesting subscriptions to The Tornio Examiner began pouring into the tenement’s mail slot in numbers beyond Boyle’s most optimistic hopes. The residents of the tenement were overjoyed and dedicated themselves to preparing the second edition of their paper. Boyle was even more focused on editing the paper well, Wilhelm kept an eye on Tornio City Hall as he worked there to gauge the reaction of the mayor and The Inspector of the Hemulen Police to The Tornio Examiner, Switchblade became the paper’s street reporter and brought in stories of the realities of being poor in Tornio, and Snusmumrikken helped out wherever he could and observed carefully as the relationship between Switchblade and Boyle grew and the spirit of unity and hope in the tenement’s community grew.

Fortunately, the city’s authorities adopted a “wait and see”approach. It helped that the city aldermen all suspected each other of being behind the leak of city documents spelling out the details of corrupt dealings in the city government that had been disclosed in the first edition of the paper. They were too busy trying to undermine each other to focus on dealing with The Tornio Examiner.

By the end of February, The Tornio Examiner had a solid subscriber base and the paper was not only self-sufficient, it was profitable. So profitable that Boyle and Wilhelm were able to pay for the final repairs and renovations to the tenement building and make it a fully registered building. Wilhelm was able to do the official inspection that he had been covering for not doing since he first came to the building. He passed the building and he didn’t have to lie, much to his and everyone else’s satisfaction.

By the end of March, The Tornio Examiner was basically untouchable by the city authorities. Over half of the city’s population were subscribed to the paper and the members of the tenement’s community had become familiar figures in the city as they delivered papers to homes, businesses, and newsstands. Boyle and Wilhelm had very carefully made sure that every part of the paper’s operation was entirely legitimate and irreproachable.

On the final day of March, Boyle, Switchblade, Wilhelm, Snusmumrikken, and all the residents of the tenement all stood in the street in front of the tenement as workers raised the official sign with The Tornio Examiner’s logo in bold, large letters over the entrance to the building and set it permanently in place. The building’s residents raised a grand cheer and the street party that they had all planned to celebrate the occasion began. The five co-conspirators at the center of the crowd continued to stare at the sign in pride.

“So Boyle, it’s almost Spring. What do you intend to do? You know that I love you, but I won’t force you to stay here. You still have your family and friends in Moominvalley. I’ll understand if you need to go back to them.”, said Switchblade to Boyle.

“I still can’t get over how little you’re like Snufkin, Switchblade. It took him and Moomintroll years to figure out how they really feel about each other. I love you, too. This is my home now. My family will miss me, but they will also be proud of me and what we’ve accomplished together. It’s not like I’ll never see them again. I’ll….WE’LL visit at least once a year in the middle of Summer, when the weather is at its best. I’m never traveling anywhere during Winter again if I can help it. Snusmumrikken, what are you going to do?”, said Boyle.

“I’m going to find my parent, Toft. I’m almost sure that they’re in The Autarch’s estate. I have to make up for a lot of lost time with them. They’ll understand. They know all about starting over. I’m going to gather my things and get going. Thank you all for helping me begin to sort things out. I’ll see you when I see you.”, said Snusmumrikken as they headed back to their room in the tenement.

“Touching scenes and parties are not my thing. I’ll leave you two to your own devices. Just spare me the details. Congratulations, by the way. Just be ready to get started on the next edition of The Tornio Examiner the day after tomorrow.”, said Wilhelm as he returned to his room in the tenement.

Boyle and Switchblade moved into the middle of the crowd of dancers in the middle of the street, embraced tenderly and kissed each other for the first time. The music being played by a Hemulen on a Disk Jockey Table on the other side of the street had just switched to a slow waltz. The pair of lovers danced in perfect time with the music.

“That was good timing!”, said Boyle, “That Hemulen’s pretty good with that thing. Not as good as Sniff is on his albums, but he’ll do.” He embraced Switchblade even closer and they kissed even more passionately as they danced.

The End