nowhere, or everywhere.

it depends on how you look at it. (Independent Snufkin RP blog. 18+ mun, multiverse, OCs, canon, and crossover friendly. Follows back on waywardsonsanddaringdaughters.)

[passionpeachy-deactivated202312]

happy first day of spring!!! snufkin returns to moominvalley today 🌸🌿

[nomadiserande]

wonderfulburnbook‌:

@siximpossiblethoughts

                    a Bitch with no personality <3 

A little mayhem is all well and good but there has to be some truth to it. Otherwise it’s no fun.

You couldn’t be more wrong here, wildflower.

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wonderfulburnbook‌:

@nomadiserande 

                           Lol what type of hat is that you freak

You’re just mad because I won’t let you wear it.

[nomadiserande]

Slides in a little inbox call? Like this for a Snuf in your inbox!

[nomadiserande]

I’m sorry I’ve been so absent here, everyone! I haven’t forgotten you!

The last few days have been pretty rough mentally (and I’m trying to be productive on setting up some other blogs I’ve been working on) but I can’t wait to be back once I’m recharged a bit! Feel free to check out the plot call , the starter call , and/or send in a meme in the meantime!

[nomadiserande]

“there are those who’ll tell you you’re   w r o n g

they will try to    s i l e n c e    your    s o n g

but    r i g h t     h e r e    is where you    b e l o n g

so don’t    s e a r c h    anymore...”

ship aesthetic: snufkin x aamu

@siximpossiblethoughts | @nomadiserande

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selkichild‌:

she’s singing a little tune, something her brother taught her a long while back on one of their family’s travels

Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn

it seems that might be the only part of the song the selkie actually knows, for she only hums the rest.

It takes a few times through the little girl’s song for Snufkin to get the beat and the notes right, tapping his foot to keep the rhythm he finds as he listens to her intently, but once he feels confident enough, he draws out his harmonica and begins to play a quiet accompaniment.

Is it a bit presumptuous to join in unannounced? Yes, perhaps a little, but they are the only two on the beach, after all-- he’s only here just because he’d had the idea to pitch his tent and camp out on the shore tonight where he can listen to the waves instead of his usual spot on the riverbank-- and the mumrik has never been one to pass up the opportunity for music.

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Like this post if you’d like to plot (main blogs, if liking for a sideblog, or multis if liking for a specific muse, please specify in a reply)!

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Like (or reblog, if you’re a sideblog) this post for a starter! Multis, please specify what muse, and let me know if you have a preference for a verse/verses in particular!

[progcnitrix]

//Hey!!! Seeing how these get around a lot faster, like or reblog this post if you’d be interested in interacting with a book and headcanon based Mymble rp blog!!

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Like (or reblog, if you’re a sideblog) this post for a starter! Multis, please specify what muse, and let me know if you have a preference for a verse/verses in particular!

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Like this post if you’d like to plot (main blogs, if liking for a sideblog, or multis if liking for a specific muse, please specify in a reply)!

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Character Aesthetics !

001.    THE  FAIRY.

chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair.  the taste of sugar. talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair.   crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.   walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand holding.   blowing smoke out of your nose.   dragonfly wings.    chaotic good.    freckles.   fairy rings.   secret meetings.   gender nonconformity.  leather.  smudged eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

002.    THE  REAPER.

computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.    hard liquor. crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.   shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped clocks.  the scent of stale cigarettes.   tattered black hoodies.  walking your friends home.   the crescent moon.   the sea.   a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution.   looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

003.    THE  WITCH.

graffiti.   pretending to know what you’re doing.   worn paperback books. growing up too fast.    parsley,  sage,  rosemary, and thyme.    lace and combat boots.    moth wings.    candles on every surface.   a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars.   calloused fingers.   drawing on your skin.   sunlight filtering through clouds.   petrichor.   a dying rose in a jaw.   wearing a crystal pendant.    illusions of spells.   black cats.   mint gum.  chapped lips.  dirt under your fingernails.   the cycle of life and death.

004.    THE  WOLF.

murders of crows.    frostbitten leaves.   wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door.   leaving food out for stray animals.   the twang of an acoustic guitar.    honey.    tiny red buds on trees.   claw marks on the walls.   golden eyes.   slightly too long stubble.   knitted finger-less gloves.   sleeping on the forest floor.    always find your way back home.

TAGGED BY:  nicked from the dash! TAGGING: @fluersamour , @ccntrarian , @siximpossiblethoughts , @creative-daydreamer , @crlmetlme , and whoever else would like to can say I tagged you!

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It was quite an ordinary day, all things considered. Snufkin was walking down one of his favorite new paths through the South, as usual. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, the birds were singing, and he was about to greet a fellow traveler going quite the other direction. He stopped, smiled, and opened his mouth to speak when he caught a better look at the other person’s form... their clothes.... their face.  The smile dropped from the his lips to be replaced by an open-mouthed gape, the boy’s eyes wide.

“Gracious!” he exclaimed, “you’re me!”

....In retrospect, it was a foolish thing to begin with, but, really, what else could one be expected to say when faced with themself? Albeit... their older self. Was this some kind of magic? Some kind of curse? An etiäinen? But they were never supposed to be so.... visible.... It had to be something of the kind, surely!

@crlmetlme liked for a starter

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Off Track! -Aamu <3

Nonverbal Starters (always accepting)

off track - get lost with them

“I wouldn’t call us lost. You can’t get lost if you don’t know where you’re going, can you?” Snufkin remarks, looking over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Aamu,” he says, smiling, “I’ll get us out of these woods. And if not, I’m sure there’s someone living around here who we could ask for help.”

[creative-daydreamer]

Do you like soft, round, fluffy bois who care deeply about their friends? How about a boi who looks like he’s a cinnamon roll but will kill you if you hurt his family/friends? Then this is the boi for you! Give this post a like or a reblog if you’re interested in roleplaying with a moomintroll, from moominvalley!

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                                         vulneror, non vincor                                             viresco et surgo

                                  [ i am wounded, not defeated. ]                                         [ i flourish and rise up. ]

                                                                                                 (photo credit)