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thisbutmoomins · 1 year

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Ethnic Greek women and children harvesting tea in Chakva, Georgia, between 1905 and 1915. Photograph by Sergei Mikhailovich Prokudin-Gorskii

#this but moomins #moominmamma's apron?

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sator-the-wanderer · 2 years

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Dad adventures

#dad Snufkin #being a cat dad #with Moominmamma's apron #woodies #moomin #snufkin #snufmin #springdove #moomins #moominvalley #satorart

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skruttet · 5 months

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I just saw The Boy and the Heron and one of the biggest takeaways for me and something I spotted straight away was that the sail on the boat used by one of the mothers in the movie was patterned just like Moominmamma's apron. And considering Miyazaki worked on the '69 moomin anime, well, surely it's intentional...

#motherhood is a huge theme in the film and what better symbol of it than moominmamma herself?#unless mamma's apron is based off of something older that's connected to mothers then oops nevermind ig 😂#the boy and the heron

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lesausageperson · 1 year

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I bought THE saddest snufkin keyring today

I've been avoiding the snufkin ones because I don't really like him (I'm more of a too-ticky fan) but I just saw this guy's face and he was two quid off and I just had to

he's so forlorn

#moomin #snufkin #my other keyring are getting really manky now #I've had them years and my moominmamma's apron has nearly fallen off #my moomin keyring is now grey. you could mistake him for the groke

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poetictorment · 1 year

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Moominmamma is done. I'm not sure if I like the apron, but it's cute at least.

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writers-in-moominvalley · 11 months

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Congratulations to Shin Mūmin for creating its own analog horror moment before fans had the chance to edit it into one, and nobody could ever top it because good Groke the music sounds so creepy.

[Video ID: A 46 second clip from episode 33 of the 1972 New Moomin series, Pappa All Alone.

It starts with a shot of Moominpappa sitting on a rocking chair outside. Then a face shot of Moominpappa with his eyes closed, a very distorted instrumental version of the show's intro song begins playing and Moominpappa looks up towards the moon.

There's a shot of the moon and we cut back to Moominpappa's face, it then fades into a slideshow of watercolor illustrations depicting Moominpappa and Moominmamma building Moominhouse and raising Moomintroll.

The first illustration is a wide back shot of Moominpappa in overalls building the wooden frame of Moominhouse.

The second illustration is a close front shot of Moominpappa using a hammer on the wood frame in the foreground and Moominmamma moving a long log in the background. Moominmamma is wearing a full body apron instead of her usually half apron in all of these illustrations.

The third illustration is of Moominmamma sawing a wood log, she seems to be struggling doing so.

The fourth illustration is of Moominmamma holding a newborn Moomintroll, who is swaddled in cloth, at the front doorway of the now-finished Moominhouse, she is presenting Moomintroll to Moominpappa who is sitting in a rocking chair and looking up from his book. Both of them are smiling.

The fifth illustration is of Moominpappa holding baby Moomintroll. Both of them are smiling.

The sixth illustration is of the whole family inside Moominhouse, Moomintroll is throwing down a tower of blocks and his parents are watching over him. All of them look happy.

The seventh illustration is of a face shot of Moominmamma looking admiringly at (presumably) Moomintroll.

The eighth illustration is of Moomintroll playing in a flower field with two butterflies, the camera then shifts to the right to show his parents sitting aside and smiling at him.

The ninth illustration is of Moomintroll with his legs up in the air and reaching out at a large orange butterfly.

The tenth illustration is of the whole family together, Moomintroll is reaching up to a pair of butterflies, Moominpappa is sitting on the ground smiling, and Moominmamma appears to be in the middle of getting up from the ground.

We then fade back to a shot of the moon, there's a strange laughing sound replacing the distorted music, and then we fade to a face shot of Moominpappa staring at the moon, the laughing suddenly stops.

End ID.]

#moomins #moominvalley #moomin #moomin moments #moomintroll #moominpappa #moominmamma #shin moomin #new moomin #distorted music #video clip

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anikiss · 1 year

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[ID: A digital drawing of Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden, Little My and Sniff from The Moomins. They are cheerfully building a snowman in the shape of a moomin with an apron, resembling Moominmamma. They are surrounded by snow. The drawing has a soft and pale color tones. End ID]

#moominvalley #moomin #moomintroll #snorkmaiden #little my #sniff #moominmamma #sorry im not too good with image description. please feel free to give a few tips on how to write better ones !

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neko-sufis-world · 11 months

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Bestie! Haven't you watched or heard of Moominvalley (2019)? 😊

To tell you the truth, this is first time i watched that "magnificent" few days ago, it's mega interesting and entertaining in my opinion!! Especially i enjoying Moomintroll, his parents, Moominpappa who wears his top-hat, Moominmamma who wears her apron, Moomintroll's friend Snorkmaiden who has a hair and others i quietly enjoy! -v-

Not yet. I'll watch that when I have a time -v-

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amethyst-marie368 · 4 months

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Chapter 1: Arriving At Moominvalley - "When Spring Comes, We'll Meet Again"

Rauna had stumbled upon Moominvalley after wandering and seeing surrounding sights for the past few months. She had seen Moominvalley on the map and decided it'd be her 'resting spot' for this area's adventures.

Humming a tune, Rauna walked along the sandy beach, spying on a cave nearby. Noting the location for later inspection, Rauna cut into the forest leading to the center of Moominvalley. In itself, the forest was a sight to behold.

The sunlight filtered through the branches of the tall trees. Songbirds called out melodically, and animals reemerged from their holes. Nearly all the snow had already thawed this spring, save for a few small areas. The ground was soft, and green shoots had long emerged. Looking around and savoring the feeling, Rauna continued humming. Walking further into the forest, she paused, catching a sound in the air. In the far distance, beneath the rushing sound of the waterfall was melodic.

Rauna silently listened. A harmonica? In the forest? Perhaps one of the Moominvalley residents or another traveler like herself. At the thought, Rauna smiled and continued to walk. This time, she was listening and humming along to the nostalgic air of the harmonica. Hints of what felt like longing yet also unbridled freedom seeped through its song. How pleasant. The sound of the harmonica became louder the longer Rauna walked, along with the tumbling water.

Right before Rauna could see who was playing the harmonica, she stopped, suddenly feeling shy about what she planned to do. Setting her backpack down, Rauna removed the strapped-on briefcase from her bag. She retrieved a violin bow from the inside. Taking time to resin the horse hair bow, she reached for the violin. Leaning against one of the trees, she fixed the shoulder rest into place, nestled her chin on the chin rest, and waited. As the harmonica ended, the person took a minute to rest. A barely audible exhale sounded, and the person began to play the song again from the top.

After the harmonica completed the intro, Rauna joined in. Not expecting anyone to be near or start playing an instrument, the harmonica paused. With a smile, Rauna played on. After a few seconds, notes of the harmonica began to play in tune with hers. This time, a smile could be heard through the melody. A cool breeze and the thunderous roar of the waterfall accompanied the two. However, soon enough, the two were concluding. Rauna wrapped up her section, letting her arm drop to her side, the harmonica set on completing the song on its own.

The harmonica continued, and Rauna began putting her violin away, intent on leaving as though she was never there. Enjoying the notes as they danced on the breeze. She lifted her bag onto her back and began walking. She hummed to the harmonica as she went.

Thoroughly enjoying the experience, a smile had found itself on her lips. The tune of the harmonica drifted further and farther into the background, Rauna continuing to hum on her own.

Walking to the forest edge, a large grassy clearing opened up. To the left, past a bridge, a house sat in the valley. To the right, another bridge led to the extension of the beach she'd walked along.

Feeling a bit tired, she turned left. Reaching the house, she made herself presentable, pushing her black hair out of her face, and then walked up to the porch to knock. A white, furry being with an apron around its waist opened the door. With a polite curtsy, Rauna spoke.

"Hello, happy Spring! I'm Rauna, a traveler. Would you mind telling me the sights here?"

"Hello, a happy Spring to you as well. I'm Moominmamma. Sights…Moomin, my son, can tell you more than I can. He should be awake any time soon. I've made plenty of food, you must be tired from your travels. You’re welcome inside to wait." Rauna didn't need to think long, nodding with a smile.

After sitting at the dinner table, a door opened upstairs, accompanied with 'its Spring, it's Spring!'. Meeting eyes with Moominmamma, she explained with a laugh. "Looks like Moomin is awake."

A new voice, albeit annoyed, drifted down the stairs. "You're so loud Moomin! I can hardly sleep!"

"But it's Spring, Little My! You told me to wake you when it's Spring!" Explained Moomin.

The voice turned skeptical. "I'd rather sleep. I was having a rather nice dream."

"You can sleep if you want. No one will force you if you want to go back to sleep, Little My. But wouldn't you rather go and have some fun?"

"Mmm...fine, I'm not sleepy anymore. I'm hungry!" Footsteps. One heavy and the other light sounded down the stairs and into the dining room.

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"Good morning, Moomin, Little My, happy Spring." Moominmamma greeted them warmly.

"Morning Moomin-mama!- Happy Spring!-" The two chorused together. Munching on my waffles, drizzled with honey and piled with fruits, I observed the two. One looked like Moominmamma, but smaller, and the other was a small girl in a red dress. Little My's eyes connected with mine.

"Who are you?" She asked pointedly. Moomin also turned his attention to me, curious. Leaving my seat, I introduced myself with a curtsy.

"I'm Rauna, a vagabond. Moominmamma invited me to eat with you this morning." With a nod, Little My then introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Little My. You're lucky you met the Moomins. Not everyone is as kind here in Moominvalley."

I nodded, thinking of some people I had met as I traveled.

"Well, I'm gonna go home! Thanks for letting me sleep through the Winter here Moominmamma! Let's go adventuring later, Moomin!"

"It was good having you. Be safe, and please tell Mymble I said hello, alright?" Replied Moominmamma.

"I will!" Replied Little My.

"Later, Little My!" Moomin called out. And with that, Little My ran out the door.

"Alright then," Moominmamma turned to look at me. "Let's have breakfast before Moomin shows you around." Settling back at the dinner table, Moomin turned his attention to you.

“I’m Moomin. It’s nice to meet you, Rauna.”

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” I replied with a smile. We ate in silence for the most part as Moominmamma continued cooking more breakfast.

“After we eat, Little My and the others should be here. Do you know what you want to see first?” I pondered the question as I chewed.

“Not too sure. I already walked along the beach on my way here, so maybe the hills or somewhere cool in the forest?” Finishing up, I took a gulp of the fruit juice. Delicious, the taste of cold strawberry trickled down my throat.

“Alright, I know where we’re gonna go!” Exclaimed Moomin, stuffing the last of the food on his plate.

“Moomin, calm down. I wouldn’t want you to choke.” Moominmamma chided.

“I’m alright, mama!” He quickly replied, then turned to me. “Let’s go!”

"Wait just one second, Moomin! Rauna, would you like to leave your things here while you go out? It'd be quite heavy to carry around."

I took a look at my things tucked under the table.

"I can put them into mine and Moominpappa’s room. No one will touch it there." She added.

With a grateful nod, I stood, reaching for my things.

"-oh, Rauna, if you're alright with me doing so, I can put your things away. You should go see the sights. Time passes quickly, and lunch will be sooner than you know." Moominmamma cuts in.

"Alright, thanks again," I turned to Moomin, "let's go now, Moomin!"

We walk out onto the porch, looking around for the others.

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"Moomin! Moomin!" A feminine voice calls out. Another Moomin-looking being comes running towards us. Little My runs with her, side by side.

"Snorkmaiden! Happy spring, it's so nice to see you again!" Moomin shouts happily. The both of them hug, laughing together. Snorkmaiden’s blonde bangs moved by the wind. Pretty color. I thought.

"Hello, I'm Rauna. Your name is Snorkmaiden?" I ask.

"Hello! Yes, I'm Snorkmaiden. It's a pleasure to meet you. Little My told me about you!" Curious, I took a glance at Little My. I wonder what she told Snorkmaiden. Little My didn't return my gaze, opting for glaring at some birds chirping that had settled on the beam of the porch.

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#When Spring Comes We'll Meet Again #Snufkin #snufkin x reader #fanfiction #moominvalley #the moomins #Moominvalley 1990 Cartoon Series

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snufkinsnogger · 1 year

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{{OKay so Tumblr wasn't processing the post so I copy and pasted it into Google docs then copy pasted from docs to here and I didn't realize it was only HALF OF THE POST. The first half of this is missing now. Fucking Tumblr wtf. Anyway, I rewrote some of it to give context so it's not so random and sudden but yeah. That's what I get for not starting in Docs and transferring to Tumblr after.}} This isn't a fluffy, soft fic. It's a small snippet of life for Snufkin after returning to Moominvalley from the south.

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When Moomin entered the kitchen he found his mother at the sink doing the evening dishes. “Hello, Mamma” he greeted as he took two glasses down from the cabinet. “Hello dear,” she returned without looking up, “How’s Snufkin?” Moomin was quiet as he poured lemonade into the glasses, half focusing on that and half mulling over his words before he spoke them. “He’s-” he began, fully intending to avoid the topic but it occurred to him that she wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t already know. She had spoken with Snufkin earlier that day, almost every day since he got back from the south, and he had maintained a facade of ease and calm, but mothers could always tell when there were secrets afoot. “Different.” he finished a bit quietly.

Moomin stared into the carafe as if embarassed to acknowledge it. When he lifted his gaze to his mother, she had stopped washing the dish and was looking at him with a knit brow.

"I know dear." She said quietly.

"But I don't know why. I want to know why. I want to help him but I can't if I don't know what happened to him."

Moominmamma left the sink, drying her paws on her apron, and she approached Moomin. She took his paws into his and said,

"He will tell you when he's ready. But he might not. What's important is that you're there for him either way. And you know, dear, a lot of things are out of our control. That doesn't mean it's not worth supporting him however we can anyway. Sometimes the best thing we *can* do is just be ready."

"But, what if I can do something and all I need is to know what it is I can help with?"

Moominmama gave his paws a squeeze, her expression became slightly more stern, "He'll let you know if he thinks you can. Until then, let him do things his way."

She let go of his paws and turned to go back to her task but her gaze lingered. Moomin sighed, frustrated, and grabbed the glasses.

Once back out on the veranda, he stood for a second and scanned the face of his friend who was leaned up against a corner post with his arms crossed and his eyes cast to some distant thought above the tree line.

Before when he was looking at nothing in particular, he would have a dreamy, relaxed look on his face. It was as though he were recalling a whimsical dream spun on his own curiosities. Now though, it was as though he were witnessing something troublesome from a distance yet ready to react if need be. Moomin wasn't sure if it was from the sun or something else, but his eyes seemed older, tired and always betraying whatever carefree façade he put on.

He set his own glass down on the table and held the other out to Snufkin. "Mamma made it fresh this morning." Began in as much of an optimistic tone as he could manage.

Snufkins gaze shifted a hair as he broke from his trance then he looked from Moomin to the glass.

"Oh, thank you." was all he said before giving it a disinterested sip.

Moomin shifted a bit uncomfortably and he searched his mind for anything to say. He knew Snufkin wasn't intentionally being distant, but it still made him uncomfortable.

"Snufkin." Moomin began softly. He noticed the way Snufkin's focus lifted to the empty space in front of him and the way his jaw tightened in anticipation for what Moomin was going to say. It made Moomin self conscious knowing that the entire point of what he was going to say was already known to his friend who quietly waited anyway.

"Listen," he continued, "You don't have to tell me anything, but-"

He managed to say before there was a distant boom. Normally it wouldn't have made Moomin so much as blink but Snufkin's reaction made him jump.

He immediately stood straight up, his attention snapped in the direction of the sound and his right hand reflexively swung down to his hip where a pistol had normally been for the past several years. In the process, the glass of lemonade had fallen to the porch and a large, triangular piece burst from it while the drink splashed over Moomins paws.

Of course, there was no pistol. Snufkin had slowly weened himself away from it since returning to the valley but it was always there in his mind.

After a moment, Snufkin realized it was only fireworks and he exhaled in such a way it seemed he was angry with himself. When he opened his eyes he saw Moomin staring back at him with concern and surprise, both paws clutching his glass. They both looked down between their feet at the glass and lemonade pooling around them.

"Moomin, I'm sorry-" Snufkin began as he bent to pick up the glass. "You didn't get cut, did you?"

Moomin knelt as well after he set his glass down and he took the shards out of Snufkins hand. "I'm fine, Snufkin. It's you I'm worried about."

Snufkin quickly averted his gaze and searched the puddle for any more stray pieces of glass which he put into the surviving portion of the drinkware.

"Don't worry about me." He said without looking at the other.

"You always say that." Moomin pointed out as he stood. "You always tell us not to worry about you but how can we not? We all love you, Snufkin. Nobody wants to say anything but we're all worried. You're...not the same anymore and it's a bit scary."

Snufkin stood too and for a moment, Moomin thought he might actually raise his voice back at him, but he didn't. He looked at the broken glass in his hand and muttered. "You have no idea."

Snufkin held the glass out to Moomin, practically shoving it into his paws, and he quickly moved past him and down the steps. As he descended the hill, the fireworks persisted and his hurried walk turned into an urgent sprint.

Moomin could do nothing but watch his dear friend vanish into his tent without so much as turning the lantern on. They had insisted that he stay in Moominhouse, enjoy the comforts of a home now that he was back, and secretly so that he'd also be surrounded by people who could keep an eye on him, but he wouldn't hear it. Moomin now feared he'd move his camp altogether and vanish for who knows how long.

The door opened again and Moominmamma poked out,

"What happened, I heard glass breaking?"

Moomin turned to his mother with paws cradling a mess of glass but no words. She noticed that Snufkin was gone and she looked down the hill at his tent.

"You were right, Mamma."

#fic drabble #au #alternate universe #pistolero!Snufkin #NinthLife #angst

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fizzingwizard · 1 year

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recent adventures in simming...

I made a generic lot and to keep out the NPCs I built a fence around it. the fence is ugly but nothing I can do unless I decide to go the vacation home route again and ugh. don't want to deal with that. so fences it is.

what this meant is that all the NPCs trying to get into the lot just hovered around the front door talking to each other. since the lot is in Copperdale apparently the only NPCs there are the boardwalk workers at the fair, so it was like a party of aprons lmao.

then. for the first time. in eight years of simming. I actually had a sim get abducted by aliens!! lit this has NEVER happened to me before. some people claim it happens annoyingly often but yeah for me it never ever happened. and when it finally does, the aliens take none other than sim!moominmamma x'D whut. was very afraid she'd come home with an alien baby. but seems safe this time lol

aaaaand we are glitch central as usual. not even sure what's going on with those menu options. and that is simply too many ducks. hear me EA? too. many. ducks. x'D

#sims 4 #sims #other glitches include annoying path finding troubles where sims can get themselves into places but not out even though nothing is blocking #and sims being able to prepare food on any counter is nice but #all of a sudden they seem to decide they will only use THIS counter and if it's blocked they won't use one that's clear #and if i clear that one they'll use it but then choose a different blocked counter the next tim #as usual... sims 4 is... a game... yup... lmao

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wordsysayswords · 2 years

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I’ve edited my first TikTok! It’s also the first time I am showing my full face online in several years, trying to get out of my comfort zone 😊 I’m very happy with how the apron turned out

#moomin #moominmamma #moominvalley #the moomins #sewing #wordsy is a cryptid

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nickelarrt · 4 years

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