#fluffy smurf

[tanunigans]

It's Fluffy time !!

[bluebluebluewoods]

He’s pouring his heart out- is nothing gonna come of that?

[fluffypigeonsandowls]

@butterfrogmantis this took a bit longer than expected (due to being VERY tired and being a bit busy) . But it's finally done! :D

SmurfMari taking Mari on a swim to find her favorite animal :)

Oh and thanks to Wizard the 2 of them got there even faster! Hence why there's a slow fading glow around them (Mostly Mari) because it has only been a minute or 5 since they got in the water (and they already found one! :0)

And once again, thank you! <3

(Smurf)Mari is mine

Mari ©Butterfrogmantis

[averlym]

May I please request some soft parrlyn please

morning vs night gfs

[funnibluecreturs]

Hello! :D

Friendly reminder that the Smurfs are canonically ticklish. :)

[mxviko]

Dip week day 3: Fluff/Angst

“ My arrival shall note the end of the Beginning, the beginning of the End, the new reign of my father! “

But never did he think when the day would come he’d care about anyone. At least the little angel is locked in heaven, a peaceful cage. The world burns, no longer can they mingle. The world to Damien was so dull, even in fire.

“The world seems so much brighter with you around.” He murmured

“Do not worry Damien…we’ll find a way! Just…don’t burn everything too fast.”

Love finds a way, even between angels and demons right?

[eds6ngel]

second idea: would just love something with a convo about alena calling reader her step-mom or mom, instead of ms. or maybe something with alena calling reader mom for the first time! just cute and fluffy💖

of course honey!! this one is short and sweet, but touching nonetheless ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. swearing. food mentions. fluff. comfort. slight mentions of alena's trauma due to motherly neglect. lots of happy tears from alena and reader. this is just extremely cute and endearing really!! [1.3k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

With Steve having to take on a weekend shift at Target, you tackled the weekly Sunday grocery store trip with Alena. Before leaving that morning, Steve gave you an overflowing list of groceries, more than he definitely needed.

“Why does your dad put so much on the list, baby? Like, watermelon. When has your dad ever eaten watermelon?” You were holding onto Alena’s small, soft hand, guiding her with you as you pushed the shopping cart with your left, slowly filling it up with each aisle you pass.

“I like watermelon!” she beams with a smile, you laughing as you reply, “But, not a whole watermelon! If you ate an entire watermelon, your belly would be this big.” You demonstrated by holding your hand out far away from her stomach, her gasping and going, “I would not be that big!”

Tsking with a squint of your eyes, you reply, “Oh, but I think you would, sweetpea! You would have a massive watermelon belly! Big ‘ol belly.”

The conversation with the eight-year-old slowly drifted away as you arrived at the cake aisle. She lets go of your hand, running over and jumping up and down, pointing up and shouting, “Look! A Smurfs cake! A Smurfs cake!”

You look down at her and raise your eyebrows, smirking, “So, instead of a watermelon belly, you want a cake belly?”

“Cake belly sounds better! Can I have the Smurfs cake mubba?”

You delicately lift the box, Papa Smurf stood proudly next to his daughter Smurfette, two huts perched in the background, other Smurfs going about their daily activities presented in different-coloured icings. Turning the box over, it read: ‘A jam and cream sponge, completed with edible icing for decoration.’

“I think…” you stroke your chin, “If we buy this cake, you have to be a good girl to your dad for the rest of the week, okay?”

“And to you! I’ll be a good girl for you too!”

You chuckle, ruffling her hair, “And for me, obviously,” playfully rolling your eyes and placing the cake into the cart, “Smurfs cake it is!”

“Yes!” Alena cheeses, gripping her fist tight and pulling them towards her chest in celebration.

The two of you continue walking down the aisles, having to make a pit-stop for longer than expected at the bread section. Steve had written down ‘loaf of bread’ on the list, but the endless piles of different brands, sizes and types left you in slight confusion. You had recognised that the Harringtons liked their white bread, an easy ignorance to the brown loaves. However, the size of the loaf was something you were unsure on. Since there were only two of them, perhaps three if you stayed overnight and needed a slice of toast for breakfast, you agreed with yourself on the smaller loaf. It was no worry if he indeed did usually buy the bigger loaf, you could always make a stop on your way home from work and pass it over to them.

“All right, Pepperidge Farm’s Hearty White Bread is what we’re going for! Does that sound all right with you Ale—” But, as you look down, the little girl is nowhere to be found. You peer down the aisle, a flowery, yellow dress and brunette pigtails out of sight. Your internal panic begins to rise, deciding to quick power back to the aisle you just visited, wondering if she waltzed back to the chocolate section.

But, you don’t see her. “Shit,” you mumble to yourself, deciding your next safest bet was two aisles down, the one after the bread aisle. “Steve’s gonna fucking kill me,” you curse lowly, scared to death that you had lost his daughter. However, before you can make a turn to the right, the end of your cart collides directly into an older woman, her wearing a simple, long black dress, glasses neatly sat on the bridge of her nose.

“I am so sorry—” you begin to profusely apologise, however, the sight of Alena held tightly on her hip makes you let out a lengthy sigh. Thank God she was safe.

But, the word that comes out of her mouth shocks you to your core. “Mommy!”

Mommy. She called you mommy.

“Don’t apologise my dear, it’s okay!” the old woman calms your presence, “I’m assuming this one is yours. Poor baby was scared to death. Said she went around the corner and when she came back, you were gone.”

It’s then that you notice the tears rolling down her face, lips quivering and her holding her arms out, as if she wanted you to grab her. And that was the moment you knew: you were her mom.

The old woman lifts Alena up, you gripping her to your side as you cradle her head, her tears falling onto your bare shoulder. “It’s okay. Mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you, baby.”

As you look up, the woman is smiling at the pair of you as she says, “Don’t beat yourself up over it. It was a simple mistake, you seem like a wonderful mother.”

You nod, mouthing a small “Thank you” as she bids farewell, attending back to her own grocery shopping around the corner. You cup the back of Alena’s head, stroking her hair as she stares at you with her beautiful, hazel orbs, just like her dad’s. God, they looked so much alike.

“Mommy,” she whispers out, almost as if she said nothing. You smile, letting a few tears fall yourself as you murmur back at the same volume, “Yeah, I’m your mommy, baby.”

And that’s when the waterworks burst for her. Even though she has no recollection or memories of her biological mom, you could tell it still had some heartbreaking effect on her subconsciously. It was a trauma she had no idea existed. You were the first ever figure in her life that resembled a mother, that cared for her like a mother, that supported her like a mother. So, that’s what you were. No, step-mom, no adoptive mom, just mom.

And even though she was eight years old, you cradled her in your arms as if you were caring for a newborn whose emotions were simply too big for their small body. You press a tender kiss to the side of her head, wiping the tears away from her face, making sure the salty liquid doesn’t fall into her mouth, infecting her taste buds.

She whimpers out, “I-I love you, mommy.”

You didn’t realise until that moment what an emotional impact those four words would hold on you. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, ever since you were a little girl. You think that maternal instinct you seemed to have inherited lead you to wanting to become a teacher in the first place. Something about raising kids to become healthy, human adults made you feel warm inside. But, no teaching position could ever come close to feeling the real thing.

“I love you too, baby girl,” you smile back, the pair of you wetly giggling, Alena using her small thumbs to wipe the tears that escaped from your eyes, collecting in a tiny puddle in the middle of your cheeks. “Want to stay on my hip?”

She nods in reply, “Yes, mommy.” God, you were gonna have to get used to that.

“Okay,” you quietly reply, the two of you continuing down the halls of the grocery store, filling the cart with the remaining items that Steve wished you collected for him.

But, what really was the absolute, top-notch tear-jerker was later that night when Steve returned home from his shift, Alena shouted to you from the living room, “Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

And to see the look on Steve’s face, the one that was of pure shock, made the tears fall all over again. You weren’t just looking after Steve’s daughter anymore, you were her mom, and that was the greatest gift you could’ve ever been given.

i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to keep sending in asks for this series!! also, any general cute comments from my pretty af followers and readers is appreciated too!! ♡

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[gypsophiliaz]

“ douceur „

quanxi x fem florist | barista reader.

multiple part series. first part thats just pretty fluffy and romancey!! first time writing and actually publishing it so ermm leave tips ig idk. ik the pacing is weird but its bc i like to write in detail.

feminine reader x quanxi, includes romance. >:3 smut in later chapters or wtv.

disclaimer ; I've never written like romance before so forgive me lol. I write with extreme detail too so it probably gonna be the SLOWEST burn ever. also she smokes weed cuz ion fuck wit that cig shit lmfao

CHAPTER I

being a florist in tokyo isn't anything you thought you'd be finding yourself doing. though, being drawn to the sweet and naturey smell of flowers wouldn't suprise anyone who had known you before. head over heels constantly in love with all kinds of plants and flowers, from spider lilies to hydrangea, peony and flower arrangements in themselves.

. . .

you'd adjust your grip on the box cutter in your dominant hand, the vivid pink color of it mixing with the warm lighting above you, the blade swiftly and sharply cutting through the protruding thorns of the white roses, the remaining water inside would drip slightly onto the paper below the bouqet would find itself sitting inside of momentarily. a smell similar of freshly cut grass would fill your senses, and the cozy and comforting feel of the floristry – cafe place that you had recently assigned yourself to.

the smell of coffee, tea, and the baby's breath that sat to the right of you would fill the air, a rainy day with cars ever–so making light noises as their wheels splash and sputter inside of the puddles left by the rain. the annoying ding of the door would fill your ears once more, and like clock–work the all too familiar words would spill out of your mouth.

“ Welcome to Yrlissa's Flowery, How may I be of assistance? ”

as your eyes lazily drifted off the commissed bouqet that laid on the counter infront of you, your eyes would laid upon a tall lady, with a muscular yet slim figure. wispy bangs and a lacey eyepatch concealing her right eye. the rest of her thin hair contained by a black hairtie— who the hell visits a flower shop in a full black suit? Is she going to a fucking funeral ?

NOT professional thoughts. get it together!!!

the lady would approach the counter, with an almost monochromatic expression. not one emotion would appear on her face, and no body language out of the ordinary. her movements would seem almost perfected calculated, almost uncanny even, but as she grew closer the smell of the the roses and baby's breath would be replaced with the smell of marijuana.

the footsteps would come to a halt uncomfortably close to you, or maybe it would seem that way since shes near the height of a basketball player and you couldn't be any closer to a smurf, and also leaning over flowers with posture far from the best in the world– a few seconds of silence commence, the ladies eyes piercing above to read the sign. her lips parting to finally speak.

“A small espresso will do, please.”

“ would you like sugar or cream? ”

“ Surprise me. ”

the click of the box cutters blade retracting back into itself, and the clack of its placement onto the counter would follow her sentence. with your feet tapping to the cups behind you, and your body language obviously showing your nervousness, you'd swiftly grab it and draw back over to the counter near the woman.

tipping over the jug of geyser water just measuring to the line that marks a half liter. the sound of the water filling up would once again save you from extremely embarrassment from the pure awkwardness of the situation at hand.

. . . .

you'd stretch your hand over and weigh out 20 grams of coffee beans, pouring them into a small tin and placing them on the miniature scale. the lady bringing a stop to the awkward silence that filled the air.

“ I take it it's relaxing to work here hm? ”

“ It's nice on it's slow days, but then there's times like valentines day, and wedding season ykno? ”

“I'd imagine.”

as a few weeks passed, the lady swiftly became a regular. almost always coming in during your shift or being there before you clock in. a name you wrote on the coffee cup almost every shift, the type of name that rolls off your tongue sweet and slick, — quanxi. another day had arrived, opening the door to yrlissa's the bell would chime as you walked in, swiftly pittering to clock in, not missing quanxi sitting in the corner of the shop, as always.

she would stay for a few hours and make nice company on slow days, an often occurrence it would be to sit and speak with her while filling out the commissions for bouqets, and other kinds of assortments. it didn't take long to realize quanxi liked more to listen than to speak.

today was october 5th. the chill in the air sweeping into the store moments after the bell on the door would ring. it didn't take long for you to learn to brace yourself against the cold on the cue of the chime. completing the same ol' sequence you'd do everyday, steaming the milk and poking holes in the puck of espresso, yet this time for yourself to warm up on the cold day.

the thick fog outside would make seeing the people and events happening outside near impossible. pouring the milk, then espresso, a drizzle of caramel and whipped cream onntop, the perfect go—to drink. the cup would warm your hands, soothing you and bringing you into relaxation with the first sip, a small breath leaving your parted lips—

the all too familiar chime would fill your ears.

bruh.

quickly stepping behind the counter to at least shield your lower half. or.. 90% of ur body bc ur a fucking smurf. srry im writing this in my perspective im fucking 5'0. the chill would still expectedly hit your face and torso, sending a small shiver up your spine. gripping the cup of coffee just a bit tighter to warm your hands once again. fluttering your lashes and squinting to keep the ice cold air out of your eyes, you'd realize who'd walked in.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cold.” Quanxi would say, looking back and closing the door softly behind her as not to brush more cold air inside. this time she was wearing a brown turtle-neck under her coat and long black pants. she'd take a deep breath in and pull her other hand out of her pocket.

“you're fine don't worry. at least it's not another total stranger walking in, I think I'd rot inside having to make any more small talk today.” you'd set down your coffee to start her order, placing it beside the cash register and lean on the counter with the corner digging into your palms.

“Usual?”

“Mm.”

Quanxi would approach the table near the entrance of the work space, leaving about 3-5 feet in between the two of you as you started her order. It took her a few days in the beginning but she got what she wanted down pack. a shot of espresso, mixed softly into chocolate syrup followed by warm steamed milk and whipped cream. In other words, a Caffé Mocha. with some extra chocolate.

. . . should probably start that order

you'd started serving quanxi in the pretty white mugs boss lady told you not to use, simply to reduce dishes. but you didn't mind washing one or two for quanxi. You'd hear the clink of her keys being placed onto the table before she'd speak.

“How's work been treating you lately? ” Quanxi would say to you, looking at you completely still with a hand propped up under her chin, but still as nonchalant as usual. It was hard to believe she was genuinely interested sometimes.

pouring the chocolate into the bottom of the cup focusedly, to make it look as pretty and perfect as can be, you'd take a second before answering. “Horrible, Actually. This guy yesterday, came in and got mad at me because I forgot to put caramel on top of his frappe. He ended up throwing it on the floor, and of course I had to clean it. ”

Quanxi's eyes would follow the way you carefully made the coffee. The way you'd twirl the cup to make sure it was evenly distributed, and the way you'd add extra for her, even though she didn't ask for it. Nor did she really like how sweet it made the drink, but to her it was an act of kindness.

"Mm."

“Oh! and thennnn I had a lady come in here with her boyfriend and I guess I was a bit too friendly with her and she pulled me to the side and basically threatened me. I'm not one for wanting a guy in general. That was actually around a week ago and she came back a few days ago an—”

the glass pot to steam the milk in would fall to the ground instantly shattering. nothing but the thought of your boss chewing you out rushes into your mind. not only is it expensive to replace, it was definitely coming out of your paycheck. Quanxi wasted no time raising out of her chair and assisting you with cleanup even before you, yourself could process what had happened.

“thank you. god my boss is gonna make me pay for this. . . " you'd say squatting down and beginning to pick up the big chunks of glass first and placing them in your palm. “I'll get it, you might get cut. ” Quanxi would take the glass from out of your hand and continue to pick up where you left off.

"are you sure? I can just get a broom or something." you'd turn away for a second to grab the broom from the back, yet once you come back you find the glass all gone, not a single piece remaining on the floor and a note on the counter, sitting placed under two 10,000 yen notes. (around 140$)

the shock would spread across your face almost in an instant. what the absolute hell? picking up the notes, you'd take the time to read the note she'd left behind.

“𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮.

𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲 347-1782.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: * 🎀 .* :✧. ───✧

tired of there not being fuckin quanxi fics and smut bro. ik u stans r alive ACT LIKE IT!!!! 😡 k hope u enjoyed tho owo also im seriously fucking hoping this isn't ugly on pc bro.. idk but if ur reading fluff n shit on a pc u got balls cuz id cry if i got caught

[clverse-apau]

Smurfs ask game

14 (for Brainy)

Do you have any headcanons for Brainy?

Hell yeah we do!

So, for our AU, we have different Smurf groups with a heck ton of lore behind each and every one of them. We're going to make a more detailed post about the groups and everything you need to know about them later on, so just keep in mind about that.

So for our Brainy, we have him as Magic/Wyrm, due to his Wyrm genes he is short, like hella shorter than your average smurfs from other medias. And due to ours having hair for any gender, Wyrm Smurfs are hecking fluffy, from their head to their legs, there is fur. So he is one fluffy boi (gender neutral).

We've also hc him to be gay and non binary, He/They.

Also, Brainy may not be able to turn into a weresmurf anymore but he still has some weresmurf instincts and abilities, though they are very weak now, since he doesn't use them as often.

[tanunigans]

Fluffy isn't too sure about this other little blue one....

But she smells nice.

@your-local-uwu-artist couldn't resist doodling-

[bluebluebluewoods]

Bizarre wings au -

text copied from da Smurfs discord

each smurf has a pair of small, fluffy little wings when theyre born - these wings manifest with their magical essence, forming the very shape of their being in abstract and ethereal floating aspects

brainy's are blood and ink, dripping and floating from pale wings, staining them like so many unwritten letters on parchment. clumsy has wings of glittering gems and shattered porcelain, glittering and destructive but lovely for it

handy has wings of cogs and sheet metal, a gentle ticking constant whenever he brings them out

the echoing drip of water from limestone stalactites clings to miners back

[luciddaydreamingworlds]

My older pictures of Winter Smurf, featuring @butterfrogmantis 's Skelly, @a-doodling-tanuki 's Fluffy and @grishamanimationstudios102 's Emo! Oh, boy, you can sure tell I was still tryna get used to drawing digitally.

More lore about him~ he can make it snow! But it usually only happens when he's upset. He can cause a full-on blizzard whenever he's overstimulated, angry, sad, scared, etc. Don't worry, though. The snow melts when he feels better :)

[pinktyuns]

( this is a teaser for my most recent fic called SHOEGAZE SEX! its out now & being updated so i hope u check it out!! <3 )

being roommates with someone who was previously a stranger was interesting, taehyun had decided. being roommates with someone had you learning about weird intimate personal things that you didn’t just know about people.

like when beomgyu first asked taehyun how he felt about you, beomgyus childhood best friend, moving into their spare room and them splitting rent 3 ways instead of 2, taehyun didn’t know anything about you when you showed up on their, and now your, doorstep for the first time, smiling shyly.

that first day when you introduced yourself before all your living materials showed up taehyun didn’t know anything about you, just that you and beomgyu grew up best friends after beomgyu bit you in the pre-k. if he was being honest, he expected you to be everything like beomgyu, loud, talkative, kind of messy, but endearing and loving either way. taehyun was partially right, it was obvious that you were loving, but he hadn’t spent enough time with you to know if you were endearing or not; however, you were nothing like your best friend. where beomgyu was loud you seemed more reserved, thinking before you spoke. where beomgyu never took out his empty cereal bowls from the sink you picked up everything you used, it was like you weren’t even there. and you didn’t scream at soobin over discord playing video games at godly hours of the morning, which was nice considering your room was right next to taehyuns.

it was nice being your roommate, you were nice. granted, you and taehyun were definitely not close enough to be considered friends, maybe acquaintances.

he would watch your anime with you in the living room and you would sit at the kitchen table together doing homework at night, both of you slaving over your stem majors. when you guys realized you went to the same on-campus gym, you started walking there together, sometimes with small talk but mostly walking tandem in silence, which was nice, the silence with you was somehow comforting. at the end of his workouts he would always come find you, waiting to walk back with you or sometimes even grab a protein smoothie. you even offered to help him dye his hair from the pale pink to the bright blue in your shared bathroom, your hands stained with blue like you had killed a smurf as taehyun washed his hair out, quiet indie music filling the bathroom.

it was nice, and taehyun, even though knowing nothing of importance about you, decided he liked you.

but being roommates with someone had you knowing interesting, personal things about them, even if taehyun thought he knew nothing of importance.

taehyun knew things about you some of your closest friends didn’t, like he couldn’t name your favorite color but he could name exactly what body wash you used and could probably describe the smell in detail (eucalyptus, with a little spearmint, and tea tree), he knew what cereal you ate late at night when you would get hungry (frosted flakes), he knew your coffee order (cold brew with oat milk creamer at home, an iced caramel americano with oat milk at coffee shops), taehyun knew what perfume you used (beomgyu gifted it to you every year for your birthday, it smelled like poppies and rhubarb and a little like pear, it was crisp and sweet), taehyun knew that if beomgyu fell asleep on the couch you would get the comfy pillows and fluffy blankets from his bed and drape them over him, taehyun knew that if you used the last of your shared protein powder, it would be replaced before he would even notice, taehyun knew that you seemed to hate conflict, like the time when beomgyu and yeonjun got into a stupid, loud, screaming match of an argument in the living room you retreated, closing the door to your room and turning music up LOUD, taehyun could recognize your steps in the hall, he knew your favorite pair of shoes, the times you woke up at, the times you liked to shower, he knew you HATED the “big light” as you called it, illuminating your guys’ apartment with small, warm space lights and always having the windows open during the day.

he knew all these weird intimate things about you without even realizing it, but after about a month and a half of you living together, taehyun came to realize something else, and it was the kind of music you liked to listen to, and it was the loud kind. loud, annoying, blaring through the walls shoegaze punk music started coming from your room at all times of the day. if you were home, the music was playing and he could not stand it.

who the fuck listened to guitar solos above tracks for minutes on end? and why did it sound like you had a fucking amplifier connected to the said guitar solos making them scream through the walls, interrupting taehyuns space. he would come to know that you were in fact not listening to guitar solos, you were playing them.

[uglydollsforever2022]

Gabriel Iglesias

Played in a movie

Entre vivos y plebeyos: Pirata (short film)

El matador: Gabe

Days of Santiago: Coquero

The surfer king: Aokee

Magic Mike: Tobias

Planes: Ned and Zed

The Nut job: Jimmy

A haunted house 2: Miguel

The Fluffy movie: Himself

The Book life: Pepe Rodríguez

Magic Mike XXL: Tobias

Norm of the north: Pablo and Stan

El Americano: The movie: García

Smurfs: The lost village: Jokey Smurf

The Nut job 2: Nutty by nature: Jimmy

Coco: Clerk

The Star: Rufus

Ferdinand: Cuatro

Show Dogs: Sprinkles

Uglydolls: Babo

Space Jam: A new legacy: Speedy Gonzales

Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank: Chuck El Fluffy

Diary of the Wimpy kid christmas: Cabin fever: Officer Vasquez

[sidneypoindexter]

Smurftober day 11- Bat

A scene from the Smurfs fanfic Cave Creature, which is the best and most in-character Smurfs fanfic ever. Read it right now. It's SO good.

I based Brainy-as-a-bat off of the Eastern Red Bat. Clumsy-as-a-dog is just a big fluffy mutt.