#smurfs wips

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Smurfs WIPs I'll never post

#3- An attempted Movie 1 rewrite

In a lush green forest, in a place that would later be known as Belgium, there was a clearing, hidden away from the rest of the world. In that clearing, there were many little houses that seemed to be made of mushrooms. And in those mushrooms, lived the Smurfs. Each and every Smurf played a special part in daily life, even if their part wasn't immediately evident.

Clumsy Smurf was one of these Smurfs who did not seem useful at first glance. Especially with his name, which he had gained due to how, well, how clumsy he was. He was quite tall and skinny for a Smurf, but with the same large feet as the rest of them, leading him to often trip over himself. Even before he had hit a growth spurt, he had still been awkward and clumsy, and some believed there was simply something wrong with his balance. Clumsy was clumsy not only in his actions but in his words, often saying the wrong thing and causing problems. But despite all the hardships he faced, this young Smurf kept an optimistic view of the world. His best friend would blame this on his low intelligence, but Clumsy simply saw the best in everyone and every situation.

What exactly is a Smurf? I suppose that deserves some explanation. Smurfs have always been afraid of humans, hiding away whenever they come near. Smurfs are a little people, averaging three apples tall- or that's what they say, anyways. They have blue skin, are inclined to go shirtless, and wear Phrygian caps which they rarely remove. Smurfs speak in a strange dialect that is hard to understand. They reach adulthood at 150 years old, but remain childlike long beyond that, both in their proportions and in their desire to celebrate any occasion they can.

One of these celebrations was happening soon, the Festival of the Full Moon, and it was the preparations for that that Clumsy Smurf was heading toward. Despite its name, this festival only happened on the rare occasions that the moon was predicted to be blue, which did not happen often without new Smurfs being born. (It would be another few hundred years until more Smurfs were born, which made this quite a rare occasion indeed.)

On his rush to these preparations, Clumsy was almost a force of nature as he stumbled over everything in his way. One of the Smurfs he crashed into was Handy Smurf. Handy was up on a ladder, fixing a roof, when Clumsy ran by and knocked the ladder to the ground. Handy yelled out in surprise, and Clumsy winced.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Handy!" he said, although it sounded more like "Ah'm sorry," due to his strange voice. A voice with an accent that people nowadays would easily recognize as a southern American accent, but this was medieval Europe, and America didn't exist yet.

"No problem, Clumsy!" Handy called back, "you keep me employed!"

As Clumsy turned back to wave goodbye to Handy, he tripped up onto a barrel lying in his path. The barrel went rolling and so did Clumsy, Smurfs diving out of the way to avoid him. Baker Smurf, however, who was carrying enough pies to block his line of sight, did not see or hear Clumsy in time. The rolling Smurf bumped into him, sending the pies flying. As Clumsy fell off the barrel, he stepped in one of the pies that had fallen.

"Hey, Baker, nice pies, sorry!" Clumsy said, shaking his foot to try and get the pie off of it.

"No worries, Clumsy," Baker said with a sigh that indicated there were indeed many worries.

The next thing Clumsy tripped over was a banner two Smurfs were carrying through the village, which he bounced off of, landing in a wheelbarrow that went rolling. He then crashed into Chef Smurf, who was carrying some flatbread through the village. Chef fell into the wheelbarrow as well.

"Hey, Chef Smurf!" Clumsy greeted.

"Clumsy, what are you doing-a?!" Chef Smurf yelled, trying to climb out without ruining the flatbread he was carrying. He finally managed to climb out- just as they passed Sculptor Smurf, working on an ice sculpture. Chef crashed right into the sculpture, sending ice everywhere.

"Whoa," he said, looking at the ice that had landed on the flatbread. "Freezing food-a! Now that's an idea!"

Clumsy continued on his disastrous ride through the village. "Smurf out of th' way!" He yelled. His wheelbarrow rammed into a table, sending Clumsy flying and crashing right into the door of a house, where he finally came to a halt. He looked up, rubbing his head where he'd crashed into the doorway.

"Wow, Clumsy," Jokey said, opening his door and stepping outside, "that was sure funny!"

Clumsy laughed weakly. "Yeah, it is."

"Here, I got you a surprise!" Jokey said, holding out a yellow gift box to Clumsy. It was tied with a red ribbon.

"Thanks, Jokey, but I'll have t'open it later!" Clumsy said, scrambling to his feet and continuing on his run. "I'm really busy right now!" Unbeknownst to him, he'd somehow loosened the ribbon as he ran on, making the present blow up in Jokey's face. Jokey cackled.

"Still funny!"

The stage in the village, usually used for Smurf Village Theater Productions or for the Music Festival, had been roped off in order for Smurfs to practice the Dance of a Hundred Smurfs they would do to celebrate the blue moon. Two Smurfs stood where the ropes ended, acting almost as bouncers. The left, Hefty Smurf, had a red heart tattoo on both of his upper arms. The right, Gutsy Smurf, had a blue pom-pom on his hat. Both were built sturdily, a sharp contrast to the tall and lanky Clumsy Smurf.

"Hey, Hefty! Hey, Gutsy!" Clumsy said, running up to them. Hefty grabbed him to halt him before he could run over to the stage.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll."

"Gee, but ain't that the rehearsal fer the Full Moon Festival?" Clumsy asked.

"Sorry, Clumsy, but you're not on the list." Hefty said, shrugging.

"Whaddya mean, not on th' list?" Clumsy asked. "Th' Dance of a Hunnered Smurfs needs all the Smurfs it can get, right? And look." He pointed to the clipboard Gutsy was holding. "It says my name right there!"

"Richt," Gutsy said. "Under 'do nae let in Clumsy!'"

Like Clumsy, Gutsy also had a strange accent. His was Scottish, and thick enough that it was hard for many smurfs to understand him. Unlike Clumsy, the place Gutsy's accent came from did actually exist. Despite never having been to Scotland, Gutsy considered himself a proud Scotssmurf. He had gained his name from his courageous behavior, behavior that bordered on reckless at times. But when he was not leaping into danger or serving as the muscle alongside Hefty, Gutsy could be found reading books about far-off lands. One day, he hoped to finally visit Scotland.

"Uh, clearly you two lack the verbal skills required to explain this predicament succinctly."

"Oh, here we go again," Hefty said, rolling his eyes as Brainy Smurf grabbed the clipboard from Gutsy and pushed the scotssmurf out of the way.

"You see, Clumsy, the other smurfs don't want to dance with you, because they don't want to get injured." Brainy said. This was not the way most Smurfs would have put it, but Brainy was not most Smurfs. The bespectacled Smurf had always been a little odd. Other Smurfs would gossip among themselves that something was wrong with Brainy's brain, for while xe was quite intelligent when it came to subjects such as math and grammar, xe lacked any sort of social skills or the ability to understand what others were feeling. This often lead to xem being rude and annoying. But while Hefty and Gutsy rolled their eyes and prepared to force Brainy to shut up, Clumsy listened intently. Brainy and Clumsy were best friends, after all, and Clumsy trusted his best friend's advice more than he should have.

"Gosh, I don't injure people that much!" Clumsy said, gesturing widely with his arms and smacking both Hefty and Gutsy in their faces.

"Ow!" "Ouch!"

"Uh... whoops." Clumsy stepped out of the way as Brainy smirked, seeming almost happy to see those two hurt.

"That's gonna leave a bruise," Brainy chuckled, pushing xyr glasses higher up on xyr crooked nose as xe walked away. But it was a mistake to turn away from Gutsy and Hefty, as the two strong Smurfs shared a glance and then ran forward to kick xem. Hefty's strength behind the kick sent Brainy flying.

Things in Smurf Village are not as happy and peaceful as one might expect from a society of little singing elf-like folk. Instead of working with Clumsy to find something else he can do, they ban him from the ceremony altogether. Physical violence is used on Brainy for even the most minor of infractions. But the greatest threat to the Smurfs comes not from within their own village, but from outside it. And this threat has a name that all Smurfs but one fear-

Gargamel, the evil wizard.

[triptychcryptid]

This thing is looking so insane. XD Hoping I'll have it done around Christmas, then I can move on to some comic Ideas I have. XD And yes, that is a sweater around Bill's edges. Like those Ski Lodge 80's villains. XD

[oonoomoo]

Inspiration struck so I give you a beautiful sketch I’ve been working on that I can’t wait to colour in :)

[knightscanfeeltoo]

I tried drawing Johan's Head in the Sideview and probably looks Bad but I still Love how I draw his Face...

(I'm still gonna Draw Johan and Peewit meeting More Dark Souls Characters for some reason...)

[bluebluebluewoods]

Already a failure, already a failure

If it ends in a game of spot the difference, again, roll!

[highonsmurfs]

TEEHEE

[mirick-vn]

[ wip ] drawing that one scene of noé dragging domi under the blue moon for an art assignment :3

[jellysshitpoems]

Literally have a 38 (yes. 38/100.) in English but instead of doing my English homework or studying for my physics test tomorrow I did this 🫶

Self portrait wip yayy oil pastels

[smurfyourlife]

Making progress today.

I like how the left one turned out so far.

Not entirely sure what to do in the background of Smurfett. I’m probably going to keep it rather lose.

[blushweddinggowns]

Some context expansions. I write explicit works and am angling for another Dom Eddie so that's a factor. And I don't do unhappy endings. I do morally ambiguous endings, but always happy for the boys.

Option 1. Rockstar Eddie falling for a completely oblivious Steve and trying to hide his fame to have a normal relationship because Steve has a celebrity vendetta. (Alternate Universe)

Option 2. Established Relationship Steddie dealing with the after effects of an overly affectionate, aggressive, and protective Kas Eddie. (In Universe)

Option 3. Married "ready to leave my wife for you" Steve cheating with "i can not handle that kind of pressure" Eddie, (In Universe)

Option 4. Adult siblings Robin and Eddie with single dad Eddie begging for a babysitter rec, which Robin gives in the form of her bestfriend that she's never let Eddie meet, on the one condition that you do NOT fuck her best friend. He does not follow this condition. (Alternate Universe)

Option 5. Pirate Eddie escorting cursed Prince Steve overseas for a possible cure to an unknown affliction, with explicit instructions to kill him if it doesn't work. And to ignore any singing you may here at night with him on board. And a whole other list of strange details. (Alternate Universe)

[braiindesease]

im cooking

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Smurfs WIPs I'll never post

#4- keep on walking, come what will

Everything changes so quickly. Brainy remembers when he was young, and their village was completely isolated. Now there's children younger than him, there's women, there's gray-skinned Smurfs from the future. He isn't being beat up regularly anymore. Some smurfs are starting to question Papa Smurf, which is a bad idea if Brainy’s ever heard one. Nothing is the same anymore.

Nothing, that is, except for Clumsy.

Clumsy's been by Brainy's side for a long time. They became friends before either was even a century old, and they've stayed like this since. Even driven apart, the two will end up together again. They're best friends, they always have been, and they always will be. Brainy can't imagine a world without Clumsy. It simply wouldn't be worth anything.

"So!" Smurfblossom says, startling Brainy out of his thoughts. "What's this 'Valentine's Day' thing you guys do, again?"

Ah, right. The girls have moved into the village, and this is their first Valentine's Day.

"Well," Brainy says, "Saint Valentine's Day originated as a human religious holiday honoring a... god? Of their religion. The day became smurfed with romantic love fairly recently when notions of courtly love flourished, apparently by smurf with the lovebirds of early spring. Personally, I think it should smurf in early spring, then, if that's the case. But we smurfed it up, changed it around, and now the holiday is a time to smurf gifts to those you love."

"I undersmurfed, like, half of that," Blossom says. Brainy sighs.

"Do you need me to explain it again?"

"Nah, I got it. So like, giving stuff to people you love? Hum..." She twists herself around on the bench the two are sitting on until her head is close to the ground and her feet point towards the sky.

"Your cap," Brainy warns. Blossom's phrygian cap has almost fallen off her head.

"You boys-" Blossom stops. She looks up at Brainy, and then pulls her cap up so it's covering her eyes, and her head is nestled more snugly inside it. "-You people have some weird customs. If my cap falls off, I'll just put it back on. Doesn't really matter."

"It does matter! We're in public, and going without your cap would be incredibly unsmurfy! I certainly don't want to see that, and in fact-"

"Shush, shush, shush, shush." Blossom reaches up to try and shush Brainy. With her cap covering her eyes, she's not able to see, so she just ends up flailing her arm around near him until she slaps his cheek. "Not the point, smarty-pants. Let's get back to this love holiday. You give gifts, right? Is it like... you'd give something to Clumsy or something?"

Brainy is glad that Blossom's cap is over her eyes, so she can't see him blush. "N-not like that," he says. "I mean, kind of, sometimes, you’d smurf a card or small gift to a friend to show you care... But usually, Valentine's Day is more romantic.”

"Yeah, and?"

“Um, and,” Brainy tries to explain, “Clumsy and I are best friends.”

“Still don’t get it.”

“Just best friends.”

"Huh, really?" Blossom sits up and lifts her cap away from her eyes. Brainy tries not to feel jealous of her "core strength," or whatever Hefty calls it that's needed to do that. "Guess I should tell Smurfclover she does have a chance, after all."

"No!" Brainy bursts out, and immediately slaps his hands over his mouth as several nearby Smurfs look over. "I mean, uh," he laughs sheepishly, "nothing to see here! Just a regular conversation!"

“...Sure,” One of the Smurfs says, and turns away. The others turn away as well. Blossom laughs.

“Yeah, just best friends. Keep telling yourself that!” She says. “Anyways, what kinda gifts would you give to someone?”

Brainy starts to explain, and Blossom nods along.

---

“Gee, this year’s Valentine’s Day should be fun!” Clumsy says. “Holidays are always funner with new people ‘round!”

“More fun, Clumsy. ‘Funner’ isn’t a word.”

Clumsy looks up and sees Brainy standing there, holding his lunch tray.

“Gee,” he says, “I didn't know that. Why ain’t it?”

“It’s not grammatically correct,” Brainy says as he sits down next to him. Their arms brush against each other, and Clumsy feels a tingle up his spine he assumes to be static shock.

He gasps out an “Ohhh...” in surprise, which Brainy mistakes for interest. His eyes light up and he continues.

“Fascinating, isn’t it? You’d think it should be ‘funner,’ right? As a one-smurf adjective, it would smurf sense for ‘fun’ to have the comparative and superlative forms ‘funner’ and ‘funnest.’ The reason it doesn’t, though, has its origin in the adjectival status of ‘fun’ itself. Only recently has the word ‘fun’ become able to be smurfed as an adjective, whereas for most of history it was just a noun. Fun as a noun does continue to be smurfed more. So it really all has to do with the word’s origin.”

Clumsy understands about five percent of that, and to be quite honest he doesn’t really care about any of it. But Brainy seems so happy explaining it that Clumsy decides to latch on to the one part he did understand in order to ask a question.

“But ‘smurf’ is originally a noun, too, right, Brainy? How come we say ‘smurfier’ an’ not ‘more smurfy’?”

“That’s because smurfy is an adjective. Think of how funny is an adjective, and we say funnier. It’s like that- we say smurfier, but not smurfer....”

Some other Smurfs at the table sigh, and some roll their eyes. Clumsy rests his head on his hand as he gazes at Brainy with adoration. The bespectacled Smurf is still talking, elaborating on the intricacies of grammar no one else but him cares for. He’s beautiful, Clumsy thinks.

“And that’s why some words work in a way that seems counterinutive,” Brainy finishes.

“Uh!” Clumsy startles to attention. “Y-yeah, Brainy, whatever you say!”

“Clumsy, Clumsy, Clumsy.” Brainy sighs. “Were you even listening to anything I just said?”

“Golly, Brainy, yer voice is so purty, I don’t think I could ignore ya if I tried!” Brainy blushes, and Clumsy wonders if he said something wrong. “I- I mean, I love what’cha say, too. It’s all real smurfy.”

“Right, I’m out. This sappy stuff isn’t for me.” Smurfstorm stands up from the table and leaves. Brainy laughs sheepishly.

“Yes, we should probably get back to lunch.”

“Uh, gee, yeah.”

---

Alright, Brainy’s in love with his best friend. Love always ends in disaster, though, and he doesn’t want what he has with Clumsy to end. They walk out of the dining hall hand in hand, and Brainy doesn’t know how they got this way.

Is Clumsy in love with him? Brainy doubts it. No matter what he’s said, no matter what he’s told him, Clumsy is a fool who has probably never fallen in love.

Someone as attractive as Clumsy could have had had his pick of Smurfs long ago. Instead, he chooses, every time he’s given the chance, to stay with his friend Brainy instead. Brainy has no selfish notions about this- it’s clear Clumsy just sees him as a friend.

---

Sometimes it’s hard for Clumsy to be around Brainy. He’s so cute, and so oblivious to his own cuteness. When he smiles, Clumsy gets dizzy. They’re holding hands right now, and Clumsy squeezes Brainy’s hand. Brainy squeezes his back in return.

Gosh, everything’s always so much smurfier when Brainy is around! Sometimes Clumsy just wants to grab his best friend and kiss him until they have to pull apart to breathe. But Brainy’s never liked being touched.

[turtlecano]

a lil wip

[7ndipity]

How Much I Want to Fight Each Memeber

A/N: This is solely for humorous purposes only, pls don't take it too seriously. I was trying to work on wips and this happened instead.

Masterlist

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Jin: 7 I actually think we'd get along pretty well, except when it comes to random things like mint chocolate.

Yoongi: 6.5 bickering is basically a love language for him tho, so yeah, it's inevitable.

Hobi: 2 Why would anyone want to fight him? I gave him a 2 solely for owning those smurf-looking tik tok boots(in both colors too, smh)

Namjoon: 9.5 Let me at him.

Jimin: on a good day? 4, otherwise it's a 6.5 for the same reasons as Yoongi.

Taehyung: 8 I love him, but he's a brat and he knows it.

Jungkook: 9.5 Let. Me. At. Him.

[funnibluecreturs]

Storyboard seek peaks for "Smurfing the Line."

featuring Brainy Smurf, Painter Smurf and my OC, Smurfgraphite.

WIP for a little skit I plan to make.

[inkedroplets]

wip wednesday (is it still wednesday? close enough)

thank you for the tag @nostradamus0

“Minn-Erva,” Coulson said, directing their attention to a number of holographic stills that appeared before them. A few were clearly taken from security footage, the quality dubious and with her only partially in view but there were others where she was captured much more clearly, including one which was most assuredly a mugshot with the way it was framed. “Oh,” Jemma said, sounding genuinely surprised. “She’s blue.” “Very blue,” Fitz concurred. “Dude, you fucked a Smurf,” Daisy said, trying and failing to hide the smile that had spread across her face. “Daisy!” Jemma said, sounding scandalized. “You shouldn’t just assume things. Maybe they just had dinner together?” “Dinner with a wanted criminal,” Fitz added unhelpfully. “She mentioned that she was a Kree,” Lena said pointedly, frowning when Daisy’s grin widened even more. “Yes, a Kree,” Coulson said, voice raised ever so slightly. “Former sniper for the Kree Starforce. Presumed dead—” “You think people would stop presuming,” Daisy whispered. “How many people do we know that we think died keep turning up alive?” “But obviously very much alive,” Coulson said, continuing as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Tied to a number of high-profile assassinations and too many counts of mercenary activity to list. Nova Corps has a bounty on her head that has so far gone unclaimed.” “Intergalactic mercenary.” Daisy let out a low whistle. “What’s she doing on Earth besides Lena?” “Oh God, Daisy,” Jemma muttered. “That’s what SWORD would like to know.” Coulson’s resolve seemed to have reached its breaking point because that’s when he chose to turn his attention wholly to Lena. “You should be more careful.” “I’m not in the habit of bringing home wanted criminals,” Lena said. “Strangely enough, one of the things I never think to ask my dates is if they’re wanted by the Nova Corps,” Lena said. “I’ll be sure to add it into the rotation, however.” “You did bring home that Ravager that tracked in God knows what all over the apartment that one time,” Daisy reminded her. Lena made a face. “Oh, not that stupid Ravager again. I already apologized for that a dozen times.” “Who wears dirty boots inside someone’s nice clean apartment?” “Seems a tall order expecting any level of decorum from someone that calls themself a Ravager,” Fitz muttered.

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