#moomin ice cave | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

shantalangel · 3 years

Text

List of fandoms and everything in this blog

The months in the archive are written in Russian, so I left them that way here too.

Games

Ratchet and Clank (апрель, июнь 2016)

Crash Bandicoot

Jak and Daxter

Spyro the Dragon (ноябрь 2018)

Rayman

Sonic the hedgehog

Freedom planet

Klonoa

Sly Cooper

Owlboy (ноябрь 2017)

Oddworld

Super Mario, Bowser

The Last Guardian

Shadow of Colossus

The Legend of Zelda

Hyper Light Drifter (ноябрь 2017, январь 2021)

Hades

Transistor

Final Fantasy VII + remake, IIX, IX, X, XII, XV, Versus XIII

Earthbound / Mother, Gigu (Giygas)

Undertale

Deltarune

Disgaea, Prinny

Metroid

Axiom Verge

Cave Story

Deponia | Депония

Whispered world | Ускользающий мир

Syberia | Сибирь / Сибирия

Simon the Sorcerer

Cursery: the Crooked Man and the Crooked Cat

Oneshot

Creatures (alien pets, 1996)

Knock-knock (Ice-Pick Lodge) | Тук-тук-тук

No Straigh Roads

Armikrog

The Neverhood | Не верь в худо / Небывальщина

World of Warcraft

Kingdom Hearts

Stray

Don't starve

Hi-Fi Rush

Neopets

Spiritfarer

Zack Fair (Final Fantasy VII) (ноябрь 2017)

Junkrat (Overwatch) | Крысавчик

Cartoons

Zootropolis | Зверополис

Back to Gaia | Возвращение в Гайю (ноябрь 2017)

Motorcity | Мотор Сити (октябрь 2020)

Teen Titans

CatDog | Котопёс

Animaniacs | Озорные анимашки

Care Bears | Заботливые мишки

Disney, Mickey Mouse | Дисней, Микки Маус

Lilo & Stitch | Лило и Ститч

Disney Robin Hood | Робин Гуд

The Lion King | Король лев

Bonkers | Чокнутый

Darkwing Duck | Черный плащ

How to train your dragon | Как приручить дракона

All dogs go to heaven | Все псы попадают в рай

FernGully, Batty Koda | Долина Папоротников, Бэтти (июнь 2017)

Anastasia | Анастасия

The last unicorn | Последний единорог

Song of the sea | Песня моря

Jungledyret Hugo | Хьюго из джунглей/ Джек из джунглей / Хитрюга Джек

Moomins | Муми-тролли

My little pony

Invader Zim | Захватчик Зим

Scooby Doo | Скуби Ду

Lady lovely locks

Don Bluth | Дон Блут

-Animation | Мультипликация-

Ace (Powerpuff Girls)

Anime

Pokemon, Team Rocket, Meowth, Mewtwo | Покемоны, Команда Ракета, Мяут, Мьюту

Trigun | Триган

Trigun Stampede

Digimon | Диджимоны

Sailor Moon | Сэйлор Мун

Cowboy Bebop | Ковбой Бибоп

Shaman King | Шаман Кинг

Wakfu | Вакфу

The boy and the beast | Ученик чудовища / Дитя чудовища

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time | Девочка, покорившая время

Wolf Children | Волчьи дети Амэ и Юки

Summer Days with Coo | Волшебное лето

Gun x Sword | Огнем и Мечом

Children Who Chase Lost Voices | Ловцы забытых голосов

Promare | Промар

Earwig and the Witch, Pairings: Erica's Mom+The Mandrake, Bella+The Mandrake | Айя и ведьма, пары: мама Айи+Мэндрэк, Белла+Мэндрэк

Blood Blockade Battlefront | Фронт Кровавой Блокады

Wolf's rain | Волчий дождь

Chainsaw man | Человек-бензопила

One Piece

Kimba the White Lion / Jungle Emperor / Leo the White Lion

-Misc anime | Разное аниме-

Hayao Miyazaki | Миядзаки

Chrono Crusade | Крестовый поход Хроно

Manga

Trigun, Trigun Maximum

Pluto | Плутон

Movies

Bumblebee | Бамблби

Who framed Roger Rabbit | Кто подставил Кролика Роджера

The Maze runner | Бегущий по лабиринту

One Piece 2023

Books

Discworld, Rincewind | Плоский мир, Ринсвинд

Book quotes | Цитаты из книг

Comics

Icarus and the Sun (artist: Gabriel Picolo)

Lackadaisy Cats

Monster's garden

-Misc comics | Разные комиксы-

Other

Gorillaz (virtual music band)

Daft Punk (февраль 2021)

Flight Rising (online free RPG/Dragon pet game)

Cosplay | Косплей

Furry | Фурри

Different fandoms theories | Теории по разным фэндомам

Characters analysis | Анализ персонажей

Aesthetics for characters | Эстетика для персонажей

Notes from different fandoms’ lore | Заметки из канонов

Songs (audio) | Песни (аудио)

Pictures

Fantasy | Фэнтези

Fantastic | Фантастика

Mystic | Мистика

Abstraction, psychedelic | Абстракция, психоделика

Pusheen the cat | Кошечка Пушин

Beautiful girls | Красивые девушки

Romance | Романтика

Dragons | Драконы

Space | Космос

Retro Wave, night cities | Ретровейв, ночные города

3D art

Pixel art

AI art

Works of art

Paintings by famous artists | Картины известных художников

Still lifes | Натюрморты

Sculptures | Скульптуры

Photo

Owls | Совы

Cats | Кошки

Tigers | Тигры

Foxes, fennecs | Лисы, феньки

Bats | Летучие мыши

Dogs | Собаки

Insects | Насекомые

Different animals and birds | Разные животные и птицы

Landscapes | Пейзажи

Cityscapes | Городские пейзажи

Nature | Природа

Flowers | Цветы

Mushrooms | Грибы

Gems | Драгоценные камни

Aesthetics | Эстетика

Beautiful clothes | Красивая одежда

Beautiful food | Красивая еда

Ornamentals | Украшения

Beautiful tableware | Красивая посуда

Vintage | Винтажные вещи

Beautiful architecture | Красивая архитектура

Crafts | Поделки

Toys (plush and others) | Игрушки (мягкие и прочие)

Celebrities

Musicians, singers, actors | Музыканты, певцы, актёры, знаменитости

Keith Richards (Rolling Stones) | Кит Ричардс (октябрь, ноябрь 2018)

Damon Albarn (Blur, Gorillaz) | Дэймон Албарн

Seye Adelekan (Gorillaz)

5 notes · View notes

joyfuladorable · 5 years

Text

A very messy and spoiler-filled list of things I love about the Moomins:

Overall franchise things:

Beautiful bean boy Moomin, carpenter extraordinaire

Best Mama Moominmamma, always prepared, always loving

Precious child Ninny

Gremlin Little My, confident and capable of anything

Moomin and Snufkin’s relationship (which is wonderful as a romantic ship or a strong platonic one for my starved aspec ass)

Snufkin’s hat when it’s decorated with flowers

Shipping Too-Ticky and the Mymble’s daughter even though they barely interact in canon is a big wlw mood

The Muskrat’s existential nonsense

Moominpappa just straight up has a gun

Moomin always wanting to share his discoveries with Snufkin first

Comet in Moominland has everyone packing up nearly the entirety of Moominhouse and taking everything to the cave

Snufkin reluctantly taking care of 24 children he rescues from a park

Moominvalley (2019)

The opening theme

Very blatant Moomin/Snufkin

Scottish Too-Ticky

“Was I your best friend?” “Yes… apart from Snufkin.”

Snufkin in boots too big

The ice skating bit

Little My using a Hattifattener as a battery

Snufkin: “The forest belongs to us all!” *turns and smacks right into a sign on a fence*

The Books:

Little My being small enough to be put into pockets (and she prefers it, too)

Everyone lives in Moominhouse and has their own room

Moomin and Snufkin share a room!!!

Thingumy and Bob’s lecret sanguage

The forgetful Silk Monkey

As soon as Moominpappa finished telling the tale of his youth, all of his old friends show up at his doorstep, so Snufkin and Sniff, who were sad about not knowing their parents, get to meet them!!

The Joxter being immediately infatuated with the Mymble

The Booble being aggressive about hanging out and having tea

All Hemulens wear dresses

“Well, strike me pink!”

Color changing Snorks

The Moomin household being very aware that weird stuff happens to them all the time

Snufkin and Moomin having nightly escapades

Having to read the words “mouth organ”

Moomin wishing an entire party table to be sent to Snufkin

The Hobgoblin being able to see the King’s Ruby from the moon (and I don’t think it was Earth’s moon because the planet in the background had rings)

Moomin putting gold ribbons on his ears to celebrate the sun finally peeking out during winter

The Mymble’s daughter and Little My hibernating in a cardboard box

Too-Ticky’s hat can turn inside out. Red for Winter. Blue for Spring.

Moomin’s winter loneliness is a Big Mood

Snufkin getting VERY flustered whenever he thinks about Moomin during his journeys

Little My torments a lying child who runs away from home (also she has a granny??? the fuck??)

All the existentialist stories in Tales from Moominvalley

Moominpappa’s midlife crisis

Moominmamma painting the walls like Moominvalley because she was homesick

Moomin’s friendship with the Groke

The Moomins (90s Eng Dub and my personal favorite):

Round boy Moomin’s introduction in the prequel film

Snufkin’s voice actor “Come on everyone! Let’s go do some CRIME!!”

ALL OF THE MUSIC (I now have a strong urge to learn how to play the harmonica)

Both Moomin and Snorkmaiden end up being fortune tellers at some point

The way Moomin says “Snufkin” (SnufKIIIINNN!!!)

Me, genuinely believing that the Mymble’s daughter’s name was Mumble

Moomin getting sick and then pining for Snufkin to come home (and it being explicitly stated that he’s pining)

Snorkmaiden nearly going to drag Snufkin back home so Moomin can get better

Alicia the Witch(‘s apprentice)

How cool the animation is whenever the Witch is on screen

Whenever Snufkin plays the harmonica and everyone else just chills out under a tree to listen

Too-Ticky’s voice is really good in this one, too!!

The little chuckles that Moominpappa does when he’s talking

Little My’s worry when they were awake during the winter that she would remain awake all by herself if Moomin went back into hibernation

Moomin carved a boat all by himself?? (I wish it had been used more)

I love when they dance (especially Little My)

The sound effects

That one time the cheerful music just cuts when Little My stops, turns, and goes to sneakily follow her friends

Moominmamma going on an adventure with Snufkin

Daredevil Little My (she sailed her ice sled right past the Lady of Cold and flew on a kite because she could. I love her)

Mrs. Fillyjonk’s kids peeling away from their mom’s side one by one to sneak off and play with Moomin and co.

Little My asking Snufkin to date her, lol (either the dub messed this up or they’re not siblings in this canon) and him being very not into it

Snork’s relentless work on his flying machine (which I don’t know if he ever finishes someone tell me please)

Snufkin’s music being a cure-all to lifting curses and calming beasts

That moment in the first episode where Snufkin’s returns and plays his harmonica on the bridge and Moomin climbs down his ladder and races to meet him, calling his name, and then stopping right next to him, not speaking anymore, to just listen and enjoy his best friend’s company. Perfection.

Moominmamma turning Moomin back to normal with a hug when he accidentally transforms himself with the Hobgoblin’s hat

Moomin being the one to wish Snorkmaiden’s eyes back to normal

Characters like the Groke and the Booble using their actions to speak instead of words

Whenever Moomin tumbles from the veranda roof after climbing down his rope ladder

Mr. Hemulen going all in for his new hobby and basically becoming a botanist overnight

Seeing baby Moominpappa

Seeing BABY MOOMIN!!! (he plays with a kendama)

The entirety of The Chair episode

Whenever the entire neighborhood helps out to do stuff

The Narrator’s voice

The soft yellow highlights in Snorkmaiden’s hair

#moomin #y'all wanna hear about something I love a lot and only just got into like this year??#I hope I get to find a complete collection of the comics one day #I'm gonna cosplay as Snufkin at some point and carry a big ol Moomintroll plush

18 notes · View notes

mirai-eats · 5 years

Text

Stray Spring:: Dance (Summer Romance)

Snufmin, 4,673 words, part 2/5

flower symbolism bc thats how i work i dont change, Fluff, Romance, so soft it hurts, Light Angst, Sickfic, Spring Deity Snufkin, little my is a demigod???

A deity borne of spring and summer can’t leave Moominvalley alone.

read on AO3

Moomin had a hard time getting himself out of bed today and that bothered him since today was an important day. Mamma didn’t scold him for stumbling down the stairs well into breakfast, but only wished him a good morning and gently told him to have those midnight adventures on days he doesn’t need to get up early.

Sniff was charged with distracting Little My and taking her up to a rural spot in Lonely Mountain where Snufkin had buried a box of rocks for her to find. Meanwhile, it was up to the Moomins and every spare hand to set up the extravagant party to celebrate the new season and Little My’s new age. Moomin didn’t know how old she was, and every time he asked something would always interrupt. He gave up asking and resorted to counting the candles on her cake.

The party was going to be lovely, Moomin thought. Long tables were set out with summer flowers and stakes with paper lanterns framed the perimeter they set up, strings of lights draped the trees and strung over their heads as an imitation of stars. Mamma was cooking with vigor in the kitchen, preparing enough food to keep the whole valley full through winter. In the meantime, Mamma had set out heaping plates of juicy, red watermelon and sweet berry juice for people setting up the party. Moomin took a few slices and ran down to Mr. Hemulen’s where Snufkin was helping him pick flowers to decorate.

“This is very delicious, thank you Moomintroll,” Snufkin said after chewing thoughtfully on the melon.

“You’re welcome, now let’s haul these over so we can get them on the tables and chairs. Little My is due back soon!”

It was no walk in the park bringing so many flowers in the wheelbarrows. It was a miracle they got them all placed in time right before they heard the large shouts of Little My coming from just beyond.

“Everyone get in place! She’s coming!” Pappa clapped his paws and on cue, everyone rushed to stand in attention, facing the hill Little My will climb to the top of and see the party waiting for her.

“Mymble isn’t here yet, what do we do?” Pappa fretted, his hat tilted askew in his frantic movement.

“She will come, it’ll be a grand surprise on top of this surprise when her mother comes,” Mamma soothed.

---

The party was going well, very well, but the Moomin’s were still eyeing the path from the beach waiting for The Mymble to arrive. She’ll come when she comes, Snufkin thought.

Snufkin didn’t want to admit it, but he was rather nervous himself. He kept to himself at the fringe of the party, in which most, if not all, of Moominvalley, showed up for. The record player Moominpappa had successfully fixed up was playing joyful tunes into the sweet, summer air as the day slowly cooled as the night struggled to blanket the horizons. This was the longest day of the year and sunset didn’t come until the party reached its peak, when the music grew the loudest and drinks splashed refill after refill into cups. Little My had stuck a little cosmo from the table display into her bun as if it were her crown and swung around in the middle of it all, her laughter loud and smile even louder.

It’s when the sun touched the tops of the forests and the sky was a rich gold with strands of rosy pink did a parade arrive. Thirty-four children with hair red like Little My’s and screams somehow louder than hers rushed from the beach trail and over to the party, in the midst of their chaos rose the imposing figure of their mother.

The Mymble was eccentric, a presence so loud and bright it’s hard to ignore, especially how she was taller than even the tallest hemulen. Her red hair was messy atop her head, where little baby’s breath flowers were scattered like sparse snow and her eyes glittered like sunshine on the greenest lake surface. The air felt sweeter in her presence, cooler like a gentle spring breeze dripping with honeysuckle petals. Little My leaped with a shout and ran into her mother’s embrace, her big arms holding her tightly to her chest. The party grew louder, more rambunctious, fit for a Little My with too much energy crammed in that very little body.

From the fringe of the party, Mymble’s eyes landed on Snufkin. This was the first time she’s seen him since he was placed in a basket and sent down the river. He tipped his hat and turned away.

---

He wasn’t mad at her. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry at her for letting him go when he was so young. He grew up fine, he never pined for the affections of a mother or the guidance of a father. He knew what his mother and father were, but when Moominpappa placed a name and face to their beings, shaped their characters through his stories, he ached something sharp like a cold pick of winter ice drilled into his heart.

It was a surprise when it wasn’t Moomintroll who found him first, but The Mymble. Overwhelmed with the party, he had dove into the forest and climbed up a maple tree thick with green leaves. The summer breeze hit him just right, and from here he can watch the sun tiptoe the horizon and paint the sea a brilliant, hazy orange that drove the warmth of the day away.

“Snufkin,” she said.

He nodded in acknowledgment and lit his pipe, letting the smoke waft into the air and fill the thick silence with its odor, the sweet smell of daisies and poppies on his hat was blanketed under a smokey curtain.

“You’ve become quite the deity, haven’t you,” she settled herself on the ground under his tree, her voice rising into the air as if caught by a breeze and sailed up to his perch.

“You couldn’t have done anything for me, could you?” It was a statement, not a question.

“No. I can’t raise a spirit. Those children are all demigods and I enjoy watching them grow, but you aren’t a demigod. You won’t grow like them.”

“Little My?”

“Is like them, and so is my eldest. You’re one of a kind, Snufkin.” A sigh left her lips and it was as if the whole forest took a breath of fresh air. The leaves seemed greener, the air fresher, and the gentle sweetness of the most fragrant flora, of soft sweet peas and mysterious wisteria, star-light jasmine and plump gardenias. It was as if spring came back once more for another round. Snufkin looked down from his perch and saw The Mymble as she truly is- a goddess of spring.

Flowers bloomed and died in her hair, petals dripped like soft snow onto her shoulders and the green grass that’s sprouted out around her. The collar of fur was replaced with a wreath of greenery and flowers oozing their sweet scent, her coat was now a shifting robe that seemed to have been woven from the silkiest petals. She looked up to where Snufkin lounged in the tree, her round face glowing with light only one not of this world can possess.

Snufkin lifted his robe of glamour, the scruffy Snufkin in a coat too old to count the years of and boots worn to the thinnest soles were replaced by his robes of shimmering green. His hat bloomed all sorts of flowers, from the smallest, palest buds to the brightest, largest petals. He descended from the tree with a graceful leap, draped in spring nature, falling far too high to be safe and landed gently on the freshly grown grass, his bare feet hitting the cool blades.

“What of The Joxter, my father?” Snufkin asked.

“A minor god, the personification of a lazy summer day,” she nodded. “It’s why you reign strongest in the spring and summer where the flowers bloom brightest and the sun is the warmest. You spend your days idly and freely, amongst the root of trees and grassy meadows and wherever you go, you bring spring with you.”

She looked up where he stood before him. Even sitting, he was only barely taller than her. “You need to leave earlier than that, my son. I heard from the Moomins you hang around here through the autumn. That can harm you, and it can harm the balance of nature.”

“I know.”

“Then leave as soon as the trees start to shudder and the flowers start to grow smaller. You need to bring your music to the south where the sun sits high in the sky.”

“I will.”

Her eyes narrowed, unbelieving of him. Towers of delphiniums started growing around her, pale blue and pink trumpets of flowers unraveling and reaching for their sun, their spring goddess. Pops of tiny daisies sprung at their feet and brushed up against Snufkin’s bare ankles. “You will. I don’t know if you know this, but if you linger too long in one place, you may perish.”

“I know.” He was starting to sound like a broken record, skipping over select words that would appease his mother. But he knew, he understood the risk of staying too close to winter in Moominvalley. He did it once before because Moomintroll asked him to stay until the winter solstice for their feast so he won’t miss him too terribly when he left. He was ill then, and could barely touch his food, and almost didn’t make it out of Moominvalley before the snow started to really come down. Moomintroll has tried since then to have him stay a little longer, sighing loudly, despondently, into the autumn air. He caved and stayed, and he almost died.

“Don’t do it again. For each time you do, you will grow weaker faster.”

A shout of his named echoed through the forest. A flock of birds rose from the trees and scattered into the orange horizon, the sun swallowed by the midnight blue.

Moomintroll rounded the corner and spotted Snufkin. “There you are! Are you alright? You disappeared during the party.”

“I’m okay, just a little overwhelmed with the number of people,” Snufkin said.

“Oh wow! These are gorgeous!”

The Mymble had disappeared, leaving the patch of jewel-green grass and the stocks of delphiniums at the base of the tree. Snufkin had dropped his glamour back on, his boots crushing the grass and the daisies on his hat matched the ones by Moomin’s feet. Moomintroll did not see a thing. “Aren’t they lovely? They’re called delphinium.”

“They are.” Moomin picked a couple of little daisies and stuck them in the wreath of flowers on Snufkin’s hat. “Do you want to be alone right now?”

Snufkin shook his head. “We can go to the beach and take a walk. I’m just tired of the party.”

Moomintroll’s eyes lit up, a mischevious sparkle that seemed a little too excited for a simple moonlit stroll on the beach.

“Can I show you something instead?”

---

They stole a lantern from the party when no one was looking and traipsed up the forest path. Snufkin realized it was the direction Moomintroll had been sneaking off too for months now.

“What do you want to show me?” Snufkin prodded.

“It’s a surprise.” Moomintroll was practically vibrating.

They reached a bend in the trail and Moomintroll went off the path, over a bushel of bright, yellow yarrow, and down a secret worn path that wound through the trees. He suddenly stopped at the base of a sturdy oak tree. He pushed aside some broken branches piled up at the bottom and revealed a rope ladder dangling down the side of the tree.

“What is this, Moomintroll?” Snufkin asked. He looked up and between the thick branches he could make out wooden boards.

“I built us a secret base,” Moomintroll said, his voice barely able to contain his excitement. “I read a book about spies having secret bases hidden in plain sight, where they can meet and plot their next missions. I thought it would be cool if we had a secret place, too.”

“Oh, Moomintroll, it’s fantastic.” Snufkin’s heart swelled with something warm. A moment of fear iced his veins, that this was Moomintroll asking him to stay forever, but this was a treehouse, a place for them alone and not an actual house. He needn’t read too deeply into the meaning of all this.

“Let’s go, let’s go! You haven’t even seen the best of it yet!” Moomintroll ushered him up the ladder. It took them through a square hole cut out of a wooden platform, buried in the oak branches and green leaves. There was no way someone could see this place from below, and with the thick tree coverage, it was hard to see it coming from the forest path unless someone was looking for it.

The house was a simple box that was morphed around a sturdy branch. The door was a little high off the ground, and there were curtains patterned with summer yellow sunflowers (definitely Moominmamma’s work). The cabin was small, a little rickety for comfort, but Snufkin adored it. The little chairs at the table, a basket of snacks, a worn map from Moominpappa, a bouquet of small sunflowers and pale purple cosmos sat in a vase Snufkin remembered Moomintroll made when he was briefly into pottery, the sides bumpy with paw marks and the smear of bright blues made it personal. Moomin lit the oil lamp on the table and filled the small space with a wonderful warm glow. The blue light left from the twilight was chased away with the golden candlelight.

“This is wonderfully cozy,” Snufkin said as he settled down into one of the chairs. He peaked out from behind the window curtain and could see the main forest path between the branches of their tree. “Perfect for spying, but I’m afraid at night someone will see our light.”

“Then we’ll have to be extra careful and only come when everyone’s asleep,” Moomintroll said. He took the seat across from Snufkin and pulled out a book from a box under the table. “Let me show you the book that inspired me to make this!”

---

Little My bobbed through the tall stocks of gladiolus, a bundle held in her small arms. With her size, it was as if she was carrying lumber, not pink and yellow flowers. She emerged from the stocks and ran full sprint toward Moominhouse, where Moominmamma was trimming the stems of gladiolus and placing them in long vases.

“Thank you, Little My, that will be plenty for now,” Moominmamma said kindly, taking the new bundle from Little My. “Can you deliver this vase to Mrs. Fillyjonk?” She handed Little My a vase almost as tall as her with a spry of artfully arranged flowers, a red bow tied around the slim neck of the bottle.

“Sure thing! Don’t get mad if I spill!” Little My leaped from the porch and teetered down the walkway toward Mrs. Fillyjonk’s house, the water sloshing dangerously in the vase and her arms burned but she refused to put it down.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a Moomintroll-white shape flitter in the corner of her eye. She quietly placed the vase down on the side of the road and scanned the treeline where she saw it.

There! Darting between the trees was Moomintroll, his own armload of gladiolus flowers clutched close to his chest, the red pedals bobbing with his steps. The flowers won’t die if they waited out in the sun for a bit, Little My thought to herself and ran after him.

She stayed far enough away he wouldn’t be able to hear him, but close enough to keep him within sight. They wound through the trees, going off and on trails and pushing through bushes. He stopped suddenly at the bank of a river, a waterfall feeding into the quickly moving water. Snufkin sat at the shore, a bucket next to him and his fishing rod posed in his hand. Branches of green leaves and fern dripped from his hat, the single white dahlia poking from the side was like a beacon amongst the green. Moomintroll came up behind him and plucked a bud of red gladiolus and stuck it in his hat brim. The roar of the waterfall hid their words and Little My scooted closer to catch what they were talking about.

She heard “secret base” and lost face. She hopped from behind the bush and shouted, “And what are you two up to?!”

Moomintroll jumped in surprise and Snufkin turned and tipped his hat in greeting. “Little My, hello.”

“Hello to you, too. What are you talking about?” She asked again.

Moomintroll seemed to be sweating under all his fur, his eyes darting everywhere but Little My. “Nothing much, I wanted to show Snufkin the flowers you and Mamma picked.” Liar.

She tried again, badgering them for good answers, but she only got vague remarks. She got bored, as Moomintroll was giving Snufkin big cow eyes as he fished and Snufkin kept sneaking longing glances at Moomintroll when he wasn’t looking. It was sickening and she couldn’t take it. She left to go finish delivering the flowers

---

Moomin realized that he harbored warm feelings for Snufkin when the sun was at its hottest. Snufkin had stripped to his trousers and worn shirt, the white so faded it was threadbare at the hems and elbows. They splashed around a creek where a willow tree traced its surface, stocks of violet irises waved in the warm, summer breeze and spots of petunias reached for the water. It was a picturesque sight of them chasing frogs in the moving water, tripping over stray stones and tangled in weeds. The cool water felt great in Moomin’s heated skin, his fur thinned for the summer but it wasn’t enough to cool him from the hot sun. Snufkin had a peeling sunburn on his nose, new freckles sprang up across his cheeks and the back of his hands and for a second Moomin wanted to kiss them.

The shock of realization hit him as if Little My dumped ice-cold lemonade over his head. He froze in the creek, the water splashing at his waist as he stared wide-eyed at Snufkin floating on the surface, eyes closed and absorbing the sun peeking through the willow branches and warming the water. Moomin’s heart leaped in his throat and caught his tongue in a stranglehold. Never in his life had he wanted to hold someone’s paw so much.

---

The Moomins shielded themselves from the midsummer sun under their balcony, with Moominappa taking up residence in the hammock with a book over his face to muffle his snores. Snufkin sat on the railing cleaning his harmonica while Moomintroll sat next to him with a book of his own. From where they sat, a breeze hit them just right. Moominmamma was nearby repairing one of Little My’s dresses with a rather large hole in the hem. The little monster herself laid sprawled out on the porch, sweat dampening her hairline and shooting glances and Moomintroll and Snufkin.

Snufkin let his eyes follow her glances where Moomintroll was posed reading a book, one of pirates and seascape adventures. The sun hit his fur where the shade couldn’t shield him, haloing him in a white glow and Snufkin’s heart stuttered in his chest.

Moomintroll chose that moment to look and he smiled at Snufkin, his eyes glittered with mirth from what Snufkin suspects is from a silly part in his novel. He winked at Snufkin and went back to reading.

Little My snorted when Snufkin turned his back to the porch so no one could see his red cheeks.

---

Snufkin found himself napping amongst hydrangeas. They grew off the side of one spot on the road and their fragrant shade was ideal for a mid-afternoon nap. It was August, and the heat was reaching to the point of unbearable. The day before he and the Moomins wore themselves out on their own seascape adventure when they took the boat out. He could still smell the lingering salt and sand on his skin, a smell that won’t go away until summer is gone beyond the horizons.

He heard familiar footsteps coming down a road, a gait he had memorized by heart. Moomintroll caught sight of his boots sticking out of the flowers and crawled under the bush to join him.

“Hullo, Snufkin,” Moomintroll greeted. “Do you mind if I join you? The sun is very harsh right now and it smells wonderful in this shade.”

“Be my guest.” Snufkin patted the spot next to him. It was a tight fit within the sturdy branches and pom poms of pastel flowers, but Snufkin didn’t mind. He could never mind being so close to Moomintroll.

It was peaceful between them, or that’s what Snufkin wanted to say. He was enjoying the air between them, warm and fragrant. It was Moomintroll who seemed to not be able to settle down. He was tense, kept shifting in his spot.

Unable to take it, Snufkin pokes. “What’s the matter, Moomintroll?”

“I want this to last forever,” Moomintroll spoke in a rush, a crack in the dam.

“Well, summer can’t last forever. Soon it will be autumn and I’ll have to leave again, but don’t worry, I’ll always be back,” Snufkin soothed. “Then we can have a whole new spring together.”

“No, not that. It’s-“ Moomintroll gulped and sat up as far as he could with a wide branch of spade leaves in his way. He looked down over at Snufkin. “I don’t want us to change.”

“People are always changing, but we can change together.” Snufkin was admittedly a little confused where Moomintroll’s train of thought was going. He thought they’ve discussed this in-depth?

His heart lit up, fluttered in his chest in hope. He crushed it underfoot.

Moomintroll gulped. “I don’t mean it like that. I’m… I…”

Snufkin waited patiently. He sat up, too, and gripped the brim of his hat in his lap.

“I don’t know how to say this but I need to say this to you Snufkin, but I don’t want ya to change apart, can we still be friends?” Moomintroll looked anywhere but at Snufkin.

“Of course I’ll stay by your side,” Snufkin agreed easily. It was the easiest yet hardest thing he could do.

“Snufkin,” Moomintroll took a deep breath, steadying himself and pulled his gaze to meet Snufkin’s. “I love you so much, I want to stay with you, and you stay with me. I love you like Mamma and Pappa love each other, and if you don’t- don’t feel the same way, that’s okay! As long as we can be friends that’s more than enough for me.”

There was a stutter in Snufkin’s heartbeat at Moomintrolls confession.

“You don’t have to respond, we don’t have to change,” Moomintroll continued. “I needed you to know that before I exploded.”

“What if I want it to change?” Snufkin asked. His heart felt so light, pounding a rhythm into his chest. Before Moomintroll could respond, a look of pain crossing his face, Snufkin said, “What if I want us to be together, too… if you would have me?” He felt… he didn’t know how to voice his love for Moomintroll, he never thought he would ever. He wasn’t prepared.

Moomintroll’s eyes filled with starlight, a smile graced his face so wide and happy Snufkin silently filed away that memory forever. “I would love to,” Moomintroll said.

They held hands, something they’ve done countless times before, but this time it had a whole new meaning.

---

The summer heat got hotter and drier as the season progressed, the riverbed dried out and only the sturdiest flora could withstand the waves of heat. Grass shriveled to brown crisps and Moominmamma’s roses were nothing but bare stumps. In this, like everyone else in Moominvalley, Snufkin found himself dozing off more often than not. With a heat this intense, it left the air dizzy with sleep.

As Moomintroll and Snufkin would be considered officially together, they hardly strayed from each other’s sides. Their honeymoon phase, as Moominmamma called it. Despite how desperately Snufkin wanted to cuddle up to Moomintroll’s soft chest and sleep the day away under the bridge, the heat wouldn’t allow him to go closer than a few inches from Moomintroll. At night, when the air cooled to a more bearable warmth, not nearly cool enough to wear his jacket again but less like he needed to peel his skin off too, they would watch fireflies dance amongst the midnight blue or simply relax on the beach where the waves pounded their stories into the sand.

Snufkin tried not to think of the coming autumn, how the sunflowers were growing less frequently and the air lost the summer touch.

---

As if summoned, or perhaps sent by a certain spring goddess, Snufkin received a visitor on the last day of summer.

The summer left him weak and found that naps helped. Napping in flowers helped a lot. He laid in a grove of lavender brush, the first of the upcoming season and a final goodbye from summer. Their soothing smell lulled him into a deep sleep and he wondered if Moomintroll has seen this yet.

A crunch of footsteps through hard dirt and the sage leaves of the lavender brought Snufkin out of his stupor. Sleepily, he sat up and put his hat back on, the top adorned with more of the lavender stocks and sweet asters Moomintroll had found for him. A figure framed by the too-bright sun shaded his vision.

“Hello, may I help you with something?”

“I’m your dad and your mother sent me to make sure you’re getting ready to leave,” this person, The Joxter, said.

To see both his parents within the span of one season, how fortunate Snufkin must be. The Joxter was as Moominpappa described him to be, his eyes were a piercing blue and his olive coat had seen better days, the hat on his head was similar to Snufkin’s except red and looped through the cord around the brim were dandelions. From the pipe hanging from his lips and the calm disposition, Snufkin was a little unnerved by the similarities between them.

“It’s too early, tell her I’ll leave when it’s properly time,” Snufkin said.

The Joxter’s eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath of his pipe and puffed out a ring of smoke. “Okay.”

Snufkin was taken aback. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” He plopped down next to Snufkin and leaned back, his hat tilted down to shield his face. “I don’t care. You’re a grown man. She never took interest in you before now, so I don’t know what her concern is.”

The remark sort of hurt, but it was the hard truth. “Is she trying to change herself?”

“Not likely. I think she doesn’t want her only god kid to die out because he liked hanging out with the Moomins. Don’t worry, I do too. Your little boyfriend’s dad and I go way back.” His voice was muffled by his hat, the pipe lifted lazily in the air as he tapped out the ashes without care.

Snufkin stared down at him unsure of where to go from there. “They’re good, the Moomins.”

“Yeah, lay down kid, take a nap with me, then let’s go eat some of Moominmamma’s delicious food.” The Joxter patted Snufkin’s spot, the dent still in the grass where Snufkin had been laying.

He complied and found it odd to be having a cat nap with his dad out of the blue, a man he has never met before this moment. A god-like him who chose to spend his days idly, and suddenly he didn’t find it so weird so similar they were.

-----

AN: see Snufkin here!

#moom #moominvalley #the moomins #snufkin #snufmin #springdove #fic #hng

18 notes · View notes