My heart is a flutter at the thought of springtime

(Sideblog is Fantasyhighdreamerz) Indie/Semi-Selective roleplay blog for Moomintroll from Moominvalley.

[daily-snufkin]

🌿 DAY 15

Season's Greason's

[j0rrated]

Me: *thinks about moomin and snukfin growing old together, finally accepting their feelings for eachother and becoming mildly affectionate in public*

Me: hold oon  man hhol- oh ggod oh f-uck-

[g0re-h0und]

Okay so like,,,,,I really Moomin Valley so have one (1) Soft Boi.

(Free to use as an icon but please give credit, thank you <3)

[bl00dalchemist]

Salty

[raksulovesdogs]

Cat dad!

[avril-circus]

Getting ready for springtime

[maral-bjk-deactivated20191230]

[amberlovesanimation]

supporting (and feeling embarrassed for) their boy 😭 really hope we get more interactions between these two in the next season, they seem to have this mutual respect and understanding for one another that’s really lovely and interesting to see

[vi14m2lg7m]

Sha-la-la-la-la my oh my

[joli-boudoir]

Le Hameau de la Reine (The Queen’s Hamlet - my photos)

[okaliz]

doodles from twitter

I believe little My is a woman who pretends be a child, so she can avoid taxes.

[driizzled-deactivated20190924]

[kotsume]

[avril-circus]

Miserable dad needs help.

[keatulie]

the only thing stopping snufkin from absolutely destroying sniff is that he’s basically moomin’s adoptive brother and it would make him sad

[avril-circus]

Miserable dad finally got help!

[creative-daydreamer]

romanceandbows‌:

{ @creative-daydreamer }

Mymble sat in the flower field, contentedly picking flowers as she hums to herself without a care in the world. It’s a beautiful day, today, with a clear, sunny blue sky and the flowers were absolutely relishing in the sunshine.

Seeing something in her periphery causes Mymble to look up, her gentle smile widening when she sees who’s approaching.

“Hello, Moomin!” She calls, waving widely to him.

Moomintroll blinks owlishly in surprise, not expecting anyone really to be in the flower field this spring evening. It wasn’t late enough yet but he did assume most would be heading home for dinner. He returns her greeting with a soft, “hello” and a, “it’s nice to see you.” a smile of his own on his snout.

Wandering closer he plopped down across from the Mymble, “what brings you to this flower field this evening.” Moomin asks unable to help the curiosity within him.