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playing with my moomin friends
rough draft of a snufmin animatic i will likely never finish
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY @anistarrae!! I hope you have the best day ever!! :DD
A bonus as well!
no really, i must go. bye now!
(original under the cut)
they gay
Trope: your boyfriend serenades you with a guitar by the campfire 🔥
I kept being reminded of this idea when hearing this song and initially thought it would become a fic. It became both lol. I'm really happy with how this image turned out though.
Read the little ficlet below 🧡
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It had been so long since they had sat by a fire together. The flames were reaching high, illuminating their isolated space in the woods with a warm, orange glow. Despite the crackling and sputtering from the fire, the night was quiet.
“I’m glad you found me,” said Snufkin.
Moomin fidgeted with his tail, a nervous habit that didn’t go by his best friend unnoticed. “Me too,” said the troll, still not courageous enough to look Snufkin in the eyes. “I knew to look for the campfire.”
Snufkin smiled fondly. “Clever troll.”
“Snufkin,” Moomin started, voice small. “I’m sorry for the things I said.”
“Moomintroll-”
“I know I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business,” Moomin cut him off, the apology pouring out in a long string of words. “I was just curious and I felt left out, and I… I just…” he dropped his tail and slumped over. “I don’t want you to leave because of me.”
They became quiet, the apology hanging in the air between them, waiting in anxious anticipation to either be rejected or accepted.
However, it was left unanswered. “Do you want to hear a song?” Snufkin asked, fingers tapping against the log he was sitting on, being the only indication of any nerves. Yet, his friend didn’t know of these subtle clues.
“What? Wait, you don’t have to-” Moomin finally looked up, his expression twisted into confused shock.
“No, but I want to.”
“Snufkin-”
“Moomintroll,” said Snufkin with a teasing smile, while pulling out the guitar.
That smile had always been rather infectious, so when Moomin felt the tug at the corners of his mouth, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
Strumming over the strings once, Snufkin answered in that same lighthearted tone. “If that is to play you a song, then you are correct.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Moomin muttered in a low breath, mostly just to himself, wiping a paw over his face. “I just pressured you into it.”
“Now, you know me well enough to know that is not the case. I only do what I want to,” Snufkin said earnestly, busying his hands making small adjustments to the tuning pegs. Despite looking confident, his voice started to lose some of that same gusto. “And it just so happens that I want to play you this song now.” He strummed the strings again, as if ready to break into song immediately, but then he hesitated, one hand curling around neck, the other holding the body close. “There’s a reason I didn’t play for you…”
This had Moomin’s curiosity piqued, but he remained quiet, knowing silent patience often was the key to get Snufkin talking.
Snufkin snorted, a private smile forming on his lips, eyes cast down. “It’s silly, really. I became very self-conscious.”
“Why?” The word slipped out unintentionally, but Moomin had never been great at holding his tongue.
“Because…” His fingers danced over the strings again, grip loosening on the guitar. “I want it to be just right.”
Moomin didn’t think this made much sense. “You are being too harsh on yourself. Your music is great! I don’t think I’ve heard you play anything I didn’t like.”
The smile on Snufkin’s lips became a little fonder. “Perhaps.” He kept plucking at the strings, the soft sounds sounding lovely, despite not being a melody yet. “But this song I’ve been working on…” A vague blush spread on his cheeks, eyes very deliberately cast down still. “I made it for you.”
This left the young troll quite speechless and a similar tint coloured his cheeks. Snufkin had made many songs, often about his travels or nature or simply just a feeling. Never had he made a song specifically for Moomin. “You made a song for me?” Moomin breathed, eyes wide.
“Yes,” admitted Snufkin, cheeks turning redder. “It could still use some work, but… do you want to hear it?”
Moomin grinned widely, hardly believing what he was hearing. “Yes! Of course, I would love to hear,” he said excitedly. He felt so elated, he could practically burst! However, now was not the time, this was a tender moment, so Moomin regained some of his composure and gazed fondly at Snufkin, eyes shimmering. “Thank you.”
Finally, Snufkin looked up to meet his eyes, looking equally excited, nervous and fond.
And so, Snufkin played a song for his very best friend.
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
i've never read frankenstein,
Had a lovely time with my beautiful friend recently so I felt that this was the best time to pick up this sketch I've had laying around for months and make something nice out of it (also got them into Moominvalley)
Late for white valentine! 😭🤍💚
Just two old husbands living their cottagecore life
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Thinking about the Lonely Mountain episode...
I really love how I drew them in this, it's nice to be happy with my art I feel myself improving lots lately. It's so good to be back in the Moominvalley brainrot this show means the world to me <3
[ Moomin ] - The gramophone - part 3/3
All parts | First part Some prints available on my Etsy.
The end~
more Moomins art!!!! uwoahehjawoiahrgkj
Happy boop day
I was not inmune to the snufkin with a tail propaganda
missed them
I love them so much auhgkg
Some forehead kisses and a couple redraws for season four!
There's no way they are just friend