Are you nasty?

yes, yes i am. Just inappropiate stuff i draw, hope you like it

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So what if...Stinky. the little imp we know and love....was shaved down? Would he look like monsters inc mike wizowski? Or what if he was closer to a mumrik species....?

So here's my take.

The colors are a little weird but you get it

[chocolateandinappropiate]

What the hell. I love it

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Context;

Snufkin wanted to top. But he needed a hand. So he asked moomin.

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“Uh uh uh oh”

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Snufkin was the lost innocence, lost youth, and lost potential of loving– all that Joxter lost growing old, he found in his stranger son. All that time had forced him to forget, Snufkin brought back each time he placed a soft palm against the rough and grizzly side of Joxter’s face. 

When Snufkin played, played songs that must have came from his heart– Joxter had no choice but to listen, falling prey to the sweet melodies, melodies that pierced the icy vault around his heart. After Snufkin finished his piece, Joxter swore he could finally feel his blood bumping through rustic veins, and a personal tune he believed died a long time ago, echoing in every beat of his heart. 

Joxter knew not what love was, for what was he suppose to know that was never even offered as a lesson growing up? 

Even at his ancient age, Joxter had never known what such deep, red emotions were, nor how they truly felt like. Once, he thought he was in love with a young and remarkable Mymble, but now, like always, he wasn’t sure anymore. 

Not when a pair of soft, pink lips were pressed oh-so innocently against his own, which were always parched, with speckles of dried animal blood on them from his recent hunt. 

Joxter was never one for conventionality, nor was conventionality one for someone like he. Impressing or being impressed was also never to be found in the shadow of a Joxter, for he cared for neither. 

So why, oh why, would something as taboo as this, suddenly affect him? The answer: it wouldn’t. 

Again, the son he had never once had an interest in really knowing, had awoken him– reminded him of something he had forgotten, or simply misplaced, long ago. With lips that burned hot and young, Joxter met with both experience and inexperience, and when a childish cry released from Snufkin, Joxter obliged himself to ravishing what indeed, belonged to him. 

Snufkin tasted of motherly treats and sweets, and for a moment, Joxter felt just as immature, just as innocent, as the boy beneath his finger tips. When a tongue of bubble gum prodded and licked back at him, Joxter almost laughed at how virginal his son truly was– and because Joxter really did detest all things pure and untouched, he had to do something about it. 

As Joxter’s do, he took. He took, and took, and ravished, and plundered, and used– til his blood sung and his muscles strained beneath rough skin. Joxter felt as if he was reliving all he had lost, all he had forgotten and turned away, just by taking and being with his son. Snufkin was it all, a shivering mess of tears and snot and drool below him, of ruddy cheeks and tickled pink skin. Lips of budding roses, releasing cries for his daddy, for his father, for his papa– at every touch, every kiss, every thrust. 

When those doe eyes looked up, searching for mercy in pools of sea green– none was given, nor none was shown. All that Joxter gave in return was pain and bliss, more bitter than sweet– scars and bruises, which made Snufkin’s body run both hot and cold, with apprehension and lust. 

It confused Snufkin, left him spinning and stumbling, like a newborn kit. He felt blinded, everything too much, yet not enough. He longed for his father, and here he was– imperfect and distant, with raging seas in his eyes and black hurricanes in his voice. It left Snufkin feeling dread, as if he’d be swallowed up and never seen again. 

Yet despite all that, Snufkin wanted it all. He wanted to be swept away by the current that was his father, be swept far away, far away from his friends and family. Laying beneath his father, eyes dimmed and hazy from pain and ecstasy, Snufkin allowed himself to get caught beneath the undertow.

It was like being hit with summer, no spring. Everything was too hot, too muggy, with sunshine always beating on him, no shade to be found. Joxter wasn’t used to this, to this constant summer breeze that seemed to follow his son, everywhere and anywhere. 

Snufkin knew it was wrong, wrong, so very wrong. He’d throw up right now if he wasn’t already full, being pushed and pulled, certainly to be split in two if he didn’t continue chanting his father’s name and praying to the unseeable Gods. Perhaps this was them mocking him though, for what, he would never know. It was when it felt like a great wave was crashing all around him, the rope in which he was holding onto snapped violently and left him flailing and screaming. In that moment of Godly pleasure, Snufkin could smell the salty sea, and if he allowed himself, he would have thrown up the entire black sea, ridding himself of his own dark sins and desires. 

Instead, he swallowed the tongue that was sharp with words, and rough and demanding with intimacy– and in turn, he allowed that tongue to swallow up his indecent cries and moans.

Both vulnerable and nude, Joxter held his son close, closer than he’d ever held anyone to him, to the heart he was told he possessed. He both hated and loved this boy, the one who brought never ending summer– so intoxicating, left Joxter feeling dehydrated, as if he received heatstroke just by being inside Snufkin. 

It was a mess– they were a mess. Two seasons that should have never clashed, two entities that should have never even touched hands when they unfortunately ran into each other. Yet, here they were, now bonded in something disgusting and taboo– Joxter would cry, if he could. He was never sure, but maybe, with his son, he would. 

It brought bile to his mouth, which tasted of motherly sweets and bubblegum taffy. 

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Here’s some whiteboard doodles from last night that I managed to save

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Some colors

[gato-meco]

¿Alguien quiere huevos?

Snufkin cheerleader es mi nuevo fetiche uwu hehwhew

Snufkin cheerleader is my new fetish :3

Why all those stickers? Idk I just like it

Full picture here https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=76303304

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I know Moomin or Joxter would want some 7w7)

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Hopefully tumblr won’t take this down

[garboghoul]

I don't know what to caption this

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(≧◡≦) aaaaaw

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then again sorry for my bad hand writting 

just imagine they have phones with snapchat 

[albtraumerr]

Trying to figure out how to draw the Oshun Oxtra Quartett in my style.

[albtraumer]

@yoonbum-in-drag hey! I was that anon :) this the Art that’s not showing up

[thriftshop-faith]

Ah! I love your art! Sad it’s not wanting to show up in the tag :/

@garboghoul​ @itsfictionbitch​ @darius-daiquiri​ @chocolateandinappropiate​ @shiea​ @celestialvexation​ 

[garboghoul]

A little something for @yoonbum-in-drag based on this post ♡♡♡ I'm soft

[proshipmoominweek]

Welcome to the Proshipmoominweek blog!

Hello, this is Mod Bum speaking– and I am so happy to introduce this blog to the Moomin Fandom! 

What exactly is this blog? 

This blog is going to be celebrating a soon-to-be proship week for all of the ships in the Moomin Fandom! That’s right, all of the ships. 

That means popular ships, unpopular ships, problematic ships, and wholesome ships! Including any and all AUs! 

This blog, and the week it will be promoting, is to celebrate Moomin ships, the shippers, their artwork and content, and spread positivity for shipping spaces and the diversity that these spaces bring, when it comes to people and their talents!

So stay tuned for updates of the blog and the shipping event that looks to be happening in September!

[chocolateandinappropiate]

fricking hell yeah

[garboghoul]

Trans father and son bonding from Twitter

[thriftshop-faith]

Less of a prompt and more of let me spill my joxkin filled guts to u plz. Snufkin waking up to his father fucking him nice and slow cause Joxter woke up to the smell of Snufkin slowly going into heat and decided "ey fuck it" GOD godgod

I hope you know that I have a prompt of Joxter fucking a sleeping Snufkin, guess what I’m gonna include in it now 

I fucking love this though, I love the image of Joxter waking up to a start in a cold sweat, pupils blown as the scent of Snufkin’s heat engulfing his senses. Throwing off the furs, and tearing/ripping off Snufkin’s undergarments, the boy only stirring a little as he’s in a deep sleep still. 

Joxter holding Snufkin’s tail away as he unbashedly nuzzles his face into the source of the scent, and then begins licking at Snufkin, purring as the taste of his son was bittersweet and instantly he was hard and rearing to go. 

Snufkin only fully awakes when Joxter finally enters him– when he was getting licked and eaten out, he softly whined and began breathing harder, grasping the bedding under him, but his eyes stayed closed. 

Even though Snufkin is shocked, he instantly falls into perfect bliss of getting bred as his heat begins.

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Actually, this one was my frist piece of fan art of the moomins

I base it out from a fanfc, i no longer remember which one though so ther’s that 

Edit: The fanfic is alone together, go and check it out, thanks to @shiea

[redchocolatecat]

I apologise because i mess up snufkin’s skin

Edit. Bc i forgot this picture had a context. my bad.

So the Joxter started to warm up to snufkin and began to feel like he actually was in love with the young mumrik. Needless to say it took him by surprise when the boy tried to kiss him back, as if snufkin felt the same way towars Joxter. The older one can only hug the youngest in happiness. (Sorry if you see errors in my writing, this is not my first language)