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sator-the-wanderer · 2 months
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Snufmin nation, how are we feeling?
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kurogamu · 2 months
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Can I Save Moominvaley? Snufkin: Melody of Moominvalley Part 3 + Ending
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lycorisamaryllis · 1 year
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got this done faster than i thought, also i desprately crave a snufkin and moomin winter adventure
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also cropped version
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mydearpelucio · 1 year
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I finally got to the Moomin side of TikTok just to discover that in one of the books the moomins go away and the rest of Moominvaley needs to learn how to live without them
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kaenith · 5 years
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Apparently Snufkin has paw-hands and a tail in the books? I’ve seen a lot of fanart of him like that, so I wanted to try it out myself!
Plus, a version with a racoon mask-pattern and stripy tail and paw-feet as well. Just ‘cause I can.
Also featuring: Moomin ^_^
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dilsonddestroyer · 2 years
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I'm back, guys!! With new arts from Moominvaley!!
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Ok consider this: snufkin with a male s/o who is the definition of cottagecore. They bake goods, paint, customise his owns dresses, probably has a pet duck that follows him everywhere :D - The Gay Twink™
Galaxy brain, bro... I made a whole drabble.
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You were watering your plants when you heard the soft rasping against your door. You glanced over just in time to see Snufkin step inside, eyes glancing around until he saw you.
He greeted you softly, which you returned. Snufkin wandered in after that, finding a home on the sunny part of your couch and stretching out.
“Back from your adventures so soon?” You ask, turning to Snufkin and placing a hand on your hip. “What were you even up to?”
“Oh, you know, normal Moominvaley things.” Snufkin grinned, and the small sparkle in his eyes told you that he, in fact, did not do “normal Moominvalley things.”
“Mmhm,” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, come now,” Snufkin sighs lightheartedly. “I brought you some seeds if you’re interested.”
That caught your attention, even if he was avoiding your questions. “Seeds?”
“Yes! Last week, when you were hemming that jacket of yours, you had mentioned that you were looking for some variety in your flower gardens. Just your luck, it’s flower season!” Snufkin proudly presents your a small pouch, full of what you assume are seeds.
You grin and coo over Snufkin and his bag of seeds, smooching his cheeks and gently cradling the pouch. The two of you agree to plant them later in the week and sit down to have tea, accompanied with freshly baked biscuits. Snufkin smears and an ungodly amount of butter onto his, but he seems to like them anyway. While munching away, something catches Snufkin’s eye.
“Working on something new?” Snufkin asks, and you glance behind your shoulder at the half-finished painting in your studio.
You sigh, resting your cheek in your palm. “Was. I’m a little stuck right now, but it’ll come to me. Eventually.”
Snufkin hums. “You know, most people would think it a woman who has the sharpest eye in Moominvalley.”
“Oh?”
“Very much so, yes.” Snufkin smiles, cheekily. “But you and I know differently.”
Your cheeks flush when you realize his compliment. You can’t help the smile as you thank him.
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readyourimgaines · 4 years
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Snufkin Gets Sick
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Snfukin didn’t fall ill often, but when he did, it was bad. He came back from the south later than he’d meant to, but he finally back in Moominvaley. On the last day of his journey, Snufkin got caught in a rainstorm and kept on walking. The young Mumrik now regretted not having stopped to find shelter. 
With little energy, Snufkin withdrew his harmonica from his coat pocket and began playing the tune he played every spring. 
Moomin rushed from the dining room, completely forgetting his breakfast. “Snufkin!”
Snufkin smiled at Moomin as he came running. “Hello, Moomin.” Snufkin’s voice was hoarse and scratchy. 
“Are you ill,Snufkin?”
Snufkin sniffled. “I think so.”
“You must come home, then. Mama can get medicine for you and you can sleep where it’s warm.”
“I’ll be alright, Moom-” The Mumrik broke into a coughing and found himself being lightheaded. Moomin braced his green-clad friend friend even before he lost his balance. 
“No, you need to lay down, Snufkin.” 
*****
And so Snufkin was tucked into the bed of the guest room by Moominmama. He tried to fight off the sleep that kept creeping up on him, but it was a loosing battle. He floated in and out of consciousness.
Snufkin stirred when Moominmama pressed a cool cloth against his brow. “How are you feeling, Snufkin?” Moominmama’s voice was airy as ever. 
Snufkin opened his mouth to reply but burst into a coughing fit, the pressure hurting his head and his throat. He gave Moominmama a look to express his irritation with the situation. He worried afterwards that she’d think he was annoyed with her. She giggled and that was all the conformation Snufkin needed. 
Slowly, sleep took its hold again. 
*****
“What’s my brother gotten himself into?” Little My demanded. “He never gets sick.” 
“Well apparently he does.” Moominpapa took a sip from his coffee cup.
“He was so hesitant in coming here.” Moomin’s brow furrowed. “I hope he isn’t too upset with me for having carried him here, Papa. He got to light headed he fainted.”
“I can’t imagine Snufkin getting upset with you for taking care of him, Moomin. The boy might be a little stubborn, but he knows you care for him.”
“He does indeed know,” Snufkin said. He was making his way down stairs, supporting himself on the banister. “Thank you, Moomin,” he croaked. 
“Should you be walking, Snufkin?” The Snorkmaiden fretted.
Snufkin sniffled and cleared his throat. “I can’t stand laying in bed anymore.”
Moomin scooted over on the couch and patter the spot he opened up between him and The Snorkmaiden. Usually, Snufkin would be against such close quarters, but he had the chills, his hat was upstairs, and the space between them would be very warm. So hesitantly, he sat down. 
The poor Mumrick was too out of it to really follow the conversation. He heard the voiced and words but his brain was too tired to strong the words into sentences. 
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Moomin looked down at his best friend and found him curled up in a ball. He was almost cat-like. Snufkin--when wearing his hat--was almost as tall as Moomintroll. The young man seemed so small now as his curly, strawberry blond haired head rested on Moomin’s leg. The Mumrick was breathing through his mouth, his nose too stuffed.
Gently, Moomin combed his paw through Snufkin’s hair in hopes of helping his ill friend to recover sooner. Moomin began humming softly, the song Snufkin played most often when the group relaxed together under a tree.
Moominmama, peaking in from the kitchen, had no worries about Snufkin getting better soon. 
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ghostyboo-two · 5 years
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lol i had to draw these two. I love moominvaley
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bim-bubby · 5 years
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I have watched, read or heard next to nothing about this “moominvaley” but I would
Die
For all of them.
Why are they white blobs??? Why do the white blobs names start with “moomin”?? Snufkin is a cat??????? Who knows, who cares, they make me soft
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howtobake-remaking · 5 years
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My moominsona is the only arsonist in moominvaley. Her name is Margaret burnalot
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