Old and new doodles, all recently colored with the development of an AU-idea I’ve had since around 2013 that I’m finally turning into a fic. X3 Already got chapter 1 posted up on AO3, but the concept is; Inuyasha is Shippou’s mother, he never meets Kikyou but falls in love with Shippou’s father, canon-still happens and ends up meeting Kouga in a similar yet altered timeline as the anime.
me too ;_;!! i never vs a real person yet (tbh id get mushed bc im still a beginner player) but vs npc is sometimes doable..!
i got a bunch of coins yday thru the event achievement thing.. just battling brings you in some coins. good luck!!
Hey guys~! It’s been a while since I posted up anything and part of the reason why, is ‘cause I started getting back into Let’s Playing on Youtube. I’m still drawing and writing on the side, but I’ve been pretty successful in my goal of having an episode posted every day (except for one, where I got too sick to record anything ahead of time).
I prob won’t be as hardcore going forward into 2023, gonna give myself a random day a week to not upload jack, but~! I hope to continue playing more games on my channel and completing more series. =3
AAAAHHHHHHHH THIS IS FOR THE EVER LOVELY AND WONDERFUL @cloud-kitsune thank you for being so patient with me as tried to figure out the best way to write this story. First of all, please go check out their art and follow them because they are BAE.
Second of all, this story is based off the two art comics
I hope you like this conclusion I came up with to your story babe!
“Snufkin! Where are you?”
With a groan, Snufkin opened his eyes, delayed from the nap he had been about to blissfully take. He was nestled at the roots of a sturdy and large birch tree, harmonica nestled on his chest. Pocketing the harmonica, he dug his heels into the bark and quickly scampered up the tree, hoping he could blend in with the greens of the leaves. Below he watched as the Snork repeatedly called his name, searching frantically, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“Wow Snufkin, who knew you were such a stud?”
Snufkin’s eyes widened in panic before he took a deep, calming breath, trying not to give away his position in the tree.
“Hello Little My. What will it take to have you not tell him where I’m hiding?”
“Hmmm…something of yours I might want.” Little My hummed. “But what would it be? You don’t like material possessions, except for your harmonica. But I can’t play it so I don’t want it.”
“Could it be something that I could make for your or journey to find for you?”
“Oh? I rather do like that sounds of that,” Little My said as she stood up from the branch over him. “SNORK! SNUFKIN’S RIGHT UP HERE, TAKING A NAP IN THIS TREE!” She bellowed out, her voice echoing across the meadow. Snufkin let out a hiss and began to climb down the opposite side of the trunk as Snork hurried back over. “I think you should take Moomin with you on a Southern Journey instead!” Little My cackled, watching as Snufkin bolted away, with Snork huffing and panting up towards the tree.
“Little My? Where is he? I must talk to him!” Snork gasped through his panting. Little My clicked her tongue and leaned up against the trunk.
“He’s like a feral cat, that one. I startled him away. So sorry. Better luck next time.” Little My vanished inside a hallow hole in the trunk then, laughing as Snork cursed loudly.
***
Snufkin hid until night crawled around, the sweet release of the sun setting and moon rising promised him some solitude. Or so he thought until he saw Snork sitting outside his tent, a hearty fire crackling on the campsite. Angry, Snufkin slipped away, unnoticed, sneaking towards the Moominhouse, his last hope of sanctuary. He knew at least Moomin would hide him or Mamma. He wasn’t sure if Papa cared so much or not but he decided the other two were more desirable, and he certainly hoped he didn’t run into Little My. As he carefully and quietly climbed the rope ladder to Moomin’s window, Snufkin mulled the past two weeks over in his mind. There had been a party, and he had had far too much to drink. From what Moomin and Snorkmaiden had said, he had mistaken Snork for Moomin and had acted rather forward both romantically and physically. What should have been a horrifically embarrassing moment easily laughed off, was now, in fact, probably one of the most terrible things to ever happen to Snufkin.
The very next day, when Snufkin had been suffering a massive hangover, Snork proposed marriage. Right in front of Little My, of all people. His chaos adoring older sister who would NOT let Snufkin leave this done for a single moment. It had been hard enough for Snufkin and Moomin to admit their feelings for each other a few seasons back, and to suddenly have Snork trampling upon their precious moments together was both infuriating and frankly confusing. Snork was a friend, and Snufkin didn’t want to be mean. So drastic avoidance had been his tactic, but that was failing him, especially with Little My exposing his hiding places.
Snufkin reached the top of the rope ladder and was surprised the window was open. Crawling in, Snufkin saw Moomin sitting on bed, a sullen look on his face as he read a book.
“Hi, Snufkin.” Moomin said without looking up from his page. But it was obvious he wasn’t reading.
Sheepishly, Snufkin crawled in. “Hi, Moomin. Why is your window open?”
“I’ve left it open for the past two weeks incase you needed a place to hide.” Moomin said, flipping a page for the dramatics. Snufkin winced. In the silence of the room, it sounded like the book had been slammed down on the wooden desk.
“Thank you, Moomin. I truly appreciate it.” Snufkin finished his crawl in, closing and locking the window behind him. He slide down to the floor, removing his hat with a heavy sigh. He knew Moomin was upset about their dates being interrupted, but he wished the troll would show a little more compassion. This was becoming exhausting. Maybe the sigh helped in his favor, because Moomin himself gave a sigh and gently closed his book, rolling over to look at Snufkin.
“How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted. Utterly exhausted.” Snufkin groaned, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face into his arms. His right foot tapped the floor. “I haven’t had one moment of peace to myself, and hardly any time with you. And my sister keeps trying to sell me out for what, a good laugh? As if I don’t already feel foolish enough. I should have never drank at that party. I may be shy with affection at times and poor with crowds, but that was a terrible solution, and now look what’s happening. I can’t even go back to my own tent.”
“Oh Snufkin. I’m…I’m so sorry.” Moomin whispered gently as he sat up. “I haven’t been a good friend to you since the party, and certainly not a good boyfriend.”
Snufkin raised up his eyes to look at Moomin properly. “Yes you have, you’ve been more than helpful in helping me to avoid Snork and giving me space.”
“Yes and no. I was avoiding you on purpose, actually. I was mad. Not at you, just, ugh. Jealous. I was jealous. When I saw you kneading on Snork, purring at him in that beautiful blue outfit you let Mamma make for you. I got jealous. I wanted to be the one you were doing that to. And then you didn’t remember anything, and suddenly Snork fell in love with you. I got scared, of what if you loved him back eventually? I don’t know. It’s stupid.”
“Moomee,” Snufkin sighed, both a bit disappointed with Moomin and himself for making Moomin feel that way.
“I know, I know. It’s totally irrational. But I get irrational about you, I guess. You’re precious to me.”
Snufkin crawled to the bed, for fear of Snork somehow magically seeing his shadow, and put his hand on Moomin’s knee. They gave each other sheepish grins and Moomin leaned over to share a long and sweet moomintroll kiss.
“You’re precious to me too, I hope you know that.” Snufkin mumbled, his face pink.
Moomin crawled down next to Snufkin and nuzzled his snout against Snufkin’s face. Snufkin let out a low purr, his tail twitching. He leaned in, putting his face against Moomin’s soft, soft chest, purring louder, kissing Moomin all the way up to his neck, kneading as he did so. He could feel Moomin’s heart picking up, and could hear how his breath hitched. His purr was broken by a chuckle at the adorable troll’s reaction. Moomin peppered Snufkin with loud smacking kisses, making the murmrik giggle.
They were interrupted by a pebble pouncing off the window.
“Moomin! I know you’re hiding Snufkin up there! Release my love at once!” Snork’s voice croaked, shattering the hum of crickets and night birds.
“Shut up Snork and go back home to bed!” Moominpapa hollered.
Snufkin and Moomin giggled.
“Oh dear what are we going to do about this all?” Snufkin purred as Moomin stroked his hair gently. Snufkin reached up to scratch behind Moomin’s ears. Moomin’s tail thumped against the wooden floor.
“Run away?”
“I love that plan.”
“SNUFKIN! I’M COMING UP FOR YOU!” Snork shouted
The two groaned and began to crawl for Moomin’s door.
