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(idk how many RP blogs are still following me, but if I came up with a halfway decent promo would anyone be interested in interacting with a comic based Stinky?

I had meant to properly launch the blog for him some time ago until health and other nonsense got in the way. But my motivation has come back and I’d like to give it another whirl, if anybody else would be up for that.)

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Meeting his 2019 counterpart

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Don’t look little Moomin, it’s too revolting.

April Fools?

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“I’ve worked twice as hard as him, you know,” Snufkin squawked. His feathers bristled at the mere thought of the an.ime fan-favourite who stole away so much of his well deserved love and adoration.

“I’m a talented singer, musician, writer, and actor, and all anyone can say about me is that I’m cursed.”

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Falling Muses Prompts

Send an icon for my muse to:

📐fall down the stairs

🗻fall off a cliff

🍂fall out of a tree

🏠fall off a roof/building

☁ fall out of the sky

🚲fall off their bicycle

🚖fall out of a vehicle

👇fall into a hole or pit

🌊fall into the ocean

🚂fall off a train

🚿fall in their bathroom/tub/shower

🎢+ your own scenario!

Alternatively, send an icon plus REVERSE to switch who is falling

Requested by Anonymous.

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Happy First of Spring!

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Met with some resistance on anon.draw

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“What happened next, after you shook off the police, crashed the speedboat, and escaped the flaming wreck?” This tale of gunplay, high speed chases, and cabbage theft was getting juicier by the minute.

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((Working on the pages for one of the new characters again, and gotta say I’m excited to write a proper criminal. lmao I think almost everyone I’ve RPed as has been a lawbreaker in some manner.))

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“To save me?” Danger Mouse repeated, incredulously. “I’m the secret agent! I don’t need saving.” At least he didn’t yet. He was doing perfectly fine! How incredibly rude to even assume that Danger Mouse, of all people, would need saving.

“I’m in the middle of coming up with a plan!” Danger Mouse was quick to defend himself. “One look at the situation and I’ve already begun planning my next move. I plan to incapacitate it.” He was the type to play it by ear, but he wasn’t about to say that now. Not when this child was judging his performance.

Danger Mouse’s protective instincts kicked in as he reached out to make sure Snufkin didn’t fall. He did care about people and when he saw someone in danger, it was his gut reaction to try to do something to help them, even if it was just to keep them from falling over. “Looking for something?” He scoffed. “Like it just lost its keys in the heart of London? No. I am not letting you talk to it. It’s too dangerous.”

Snufkin wasn’t sure what “incapacitate” meant, but was certain it meant an unneeded amount of violence. “No, you need to let me try,” he demanded. "I was going to share this.” 

He pulled back from Danger Mouse’s reach, and gestured at the bag he had been holding so protectively. The scent of his heavily-spiced breakfast was wafting in the air. “Moominmamma told me anyone who likes pancakes can be reasoned with.” Snufkin said this utter determination in his voice. He trusted her words more than anybody else’s.

But now the walls around them began to crash down, and the duckling along with them. Distracted by their argument, Snufkin had failed to notice the footsteps of the beast drawing closer and closer, until it now stood above them. With it’s jaws open wide, it lunged down to snap up it’s prey.   

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Danger Mouse caught sight of the little duckling. Fear wasn’t an emotion he easily acknowledged. Watching a small child in danger was enough to scare the living daylights out of him. Snufkin wasn’t trained for this. It would be far too easy for him to get hurt or even killed.

It didn’t take him long to make his way into the alleyway he had seen Snufkin duck into. His ability to deal with children was hit or miss. He could be the fun babysitter, but when it came to discipline, he wasn’t so great.

“I told you to stay at HQ.” He tried to sound stern. His anger at the little duck comes from a good place; he doesn’t want anything to happen to the poor boy. He wanted to keep him safe, even if he was a disrespectful little brat (in DM’s eyes). All children were worth protecting.

“You could have gotten yourself killed out there!”

“I'm here to save you.” Of all the times Danger Mouse could’ve picked to talk down to him, this was least ideal. Snufkin stood on the tips of his feet in an attempt to face him at eye level - but was still off by a foot or so. 

“Do you even have some kind of a plan?” he squawked. It was true he was mostly improvising here, but looking the agent’s empty paws Snufkin felt himself to be one step ahead. The thought of getting hurt hadn’t even crossed his mind. He only wanted to help, and the way he saw it, his idea couldn’t fail. Or rather, Moominmamma's advice couldn't fail. 

“I just want to talk to it. Maybe it’s only looking for something.” The surrounding buildings began to shake and Snufkin was almost knocked off his feet a second time. 

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((Kinda tempted to RP with one or two other Moom.in characters. They’d be seperate from this blog though, as I’d mainly be basing them off comic canon. I already claimed an url for one but havent thought up a name for the other yet.))

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“A wise choice. I can see that you have more competence already than the inferior townsfolk. I’ll show you the way to where you will begin to work off your sanctuary here.” Igor indicated as he pointed to a wall to the right of him, conveniently placed here too.

“Where I am pointing right now is where we are. The 27th floor. A pretty long fall out of the castle should you accidentally trip out of a window. However, you will begin your duties at the 12th floor. There should be a mop somewhere on the floor and you’ll use that to clean up the the fifteen flights all of the way back up here. I would recommend that you tell me if you don’t understand.” This would be a very long slog, but it would save Igor the time to go back to sleep while reading the newspaper. His eyes needed recharging too, even if he did have an affinity for anything dark and evil.

Snufkin found cleaning to be joyless work, made worse by the dismal surroundings and damp clothing that kept him shivering. Though boring as it was, mopping the stairs was repetitive enough for his mind to start phasing out. Soon he started humming, whistling, and eventually singing aloud as he worked, enjoying the sound of his scratchy voice echoing through the spacious halls.

It seemed to take no time at all for him to reach the 27th floor. Or perhaps he didn’t do the most thorough job. Regardless, Snufkin was relieved to be finished and was sure the old bird would be more than satisfied. But where was he now?

A glow from a room down the hallway caught Snufkin’s attention and he forgot about finding him. Setting the mop down, he tiptoed towards it as gingerly as one could in wet flippers. He had no idea if they were alone, and didn’t want to risk disturbing more of the strange sorts of folks who lived in sinister castles. He pushed the door open carefully and found...

...nobody. But the room Snufkin saw was quite a welcoming sight compared to the rest of the castle. It actually seemed cozy, slightly less dusty, with a pair of armchairs and a roaring fire lighting up the place. Although he would’ve chosen something different than the grotesque portraits to decorate it with. Still, he stepped through the door eagerly, took off his coat to let it properly dry, and then made himself comfortable in one of the chairs. 

Finally he could relax. Snufkin took out his harmonica and tooted a few times, but decided it would be better to rest, and pulled his hat over his eyes. 

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Danger Mouse was already staring down the metallic reptilian beast by the time Snufkin was able to escape headquarters. “Penfo-” He cut himself off. “Right. He’s still on holiday,” he reminded himself. He had to handle this alone.

He was more than confident in his ability to not only take down the machine, but figure out who was behind it. He studied the structure that was terrorizing London; it looked to have a pilot hidden behind the privacy glass that wrapped around the cockpit. Whoever was in there would be able to see him but not vice versa. He had to get up there somehow.

If he could get up high enough, he could try getting to the pilot inside. Almost instantly another idea popped into his head. Incapacitate it and distract the pilot at the same time. It would give him the opening he needed to get into the cockpit. But how? He debated the best course of action, his brain coming up with several ideas.

It wasn’t hard for Snufkin to track the beast; all he needed to do was follow the trail of carnage. The crowds of people running in the opposite direction helped, too. Fortunately his small size allowed him to easily weave past any obstacles, until...

SMASH !

One of the monster’s feet crashed down, crushing the pavement below with more than enough force to knock the little duckling over. Snufkin tumbled over, rolling head over heels, but still held the bag tightly to his chest. He quickly recovered though, and darted into an alleyway where he could watch in (relative) safety. 

But Snufkin hadn’t plotted this far. He now needed a way to catch its attention so he could negotiate with the beast.

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Gosh that's too adorable!

Ahh! Thank you :)))