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poppingsmoothie · 1 year

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Too Loud (S4M Splatoon AU)

Yes this is some AU writing about Kamal and Habit! Habit is an Octoling while Kamal is an Inkling! Sorry this is long, and this can be interpreted as platonic and/or romantic

Ever since Habit was little he had interactions with all sorts of conflict in Octo Valley. The loud bangs from testfires with new weapons, the tinkering and hammering from the octarian troops making new tech, and of course; the screams of those who got into trouble. These memories, these vivid memories haunt Habit to this day. Always waking up scared, and turning into his most vulnerable form.

Since he and his friend Kamal moved to Splatsville (taking a break from his own lil town, The Habitat) he’s been doing well! There’s turf war, and anarchy battles, it’s not as loud as those faded bangs, and shouts from his childhood. Everything is okay! But on one morning, he woke up later than he wanted to, he tries feeling for his sea cucumber phone that he always puts on the bedside table...he picks it up, and looks at the recent text he got from Kamal...

“There’s a new Splatfest! Spicy vs Sweet vs Sour, what are you picking?”

...Habit heard of Splatfest, he wanted to host his own but wasn’t sure what the theme would be...plus his mind was in a different state during The Habitat’s liveliest days. He groans and gets ready for the day, maybe he’ll go meet up with Kamal.

Him and Kamal together at the Splatfest ballot. What team should they choose... there was a beat of silence, until Kamal decided to break it. “Uh,,maybe team sweet? It’s sorta ironic but sweet flavors are ah...my favorite, don’t get me wrong I always watch what I eat so I don’t get cavities but sweets are just so good! B-Besides not all sweet flavors come from sugar-”

“Shore.” Kamal looked up at Habit, who was sporting his usual coat and hat. His hat had a little minty green ribbon around it, tied with a bow. “Team swEEt it es!” He smiles at Kamal. “Great! Team Sweet!” Kamal cheered! Habit bounced in place, great his first Splatfest! The days went by and it finally became nighttime in Splatsville, the festivities started! Music blaring across the brightly lit city with beautiful colors lighting each street! Sparks and fireworks glittering in the sky until they fizz and die down!

Kamal knocks on the door to Habit’s apartment. “Hey big guy, we’re gonna be late! Wallus is watching Putunia tonight so we have the whole night to ourselves!” There was silence. Maybe Habit forgot? He does have a strict schedule. Except it’s doing him some good, Habit’s not running around the town making sure others asleep. He makes sure he gets sleep!

Kamal takes a deep breath and knocks again. Nothing. “Oh geez...” he tries opening the door, the doorknob twists and the door opens. Did Habit forget to lock the door? Weird, very weird. “Boris? Ya in here?” He walks in and looks around, there’s not much in Habit’s apartment, some plants here and there but that’s about it. Weird. “Boris! Where are ya?” He speaks out a little louder. He continues looking until he sees something shuffling. Something is under the couch.

He takes another deep breath, preparing for some kind of stray starfish, or something to be under the couch...but once he looked he was met with familiar eyes. “...Boris? Hey you doing okay?” The eyes were full of terror. Peering at Kamal, its eyes were basically daggers. “C’mon let’s get ya outta there.” Kamal says calmly as he tries grabbing Habit.

What Kamal didn’t know is that this scared Habit even more, causing him to quickly skitter out from the couch. No wonder he fit under the couch, he was in his swim form. His octopus form. Even though Habit is bigger than the average octopus, he’s still able to sneak into tight spaces. Kamal looks at Habit, worry written all over his face.

“Is it too bright out there? Is that why you’re scared?” Kamal asked, Habit shook his head. “Ok...is it...too smelly?” Another shake. “Ok hm...too noisy?” Habit nods, and Kamal sighs. “Sorry I didn’t know loud noises bothered ya. If I knew then we could’ve done something else.” He smiles softly at Habit “maybe we can watch a broadcast of the turf wars happening tonight? I can get ya some headphones too?” Habit stares at Kamal, a beat of silence. He nods, Kamal gives Habit a thumbs up.

“Ok, do you want me to stay right now?” Kamal questions, Habit nods and quickly transforms back into his human form. Land form? Whatever it is. He gets up and sits down on the couch. Kamal sits down next to Habit and smiles warmly at the other. “Are ya able to talk? Or do you need more time?” Habit looks at Kamal and covers his mouth with his hand. Signifying an answer. “Alright, say maybe I can make us both some ice cream! Something sweet for team sweet, hah,,,uh,,,yeah...” Kamal gets up and goes to the fridge to find some.

Habit can’t help but smile, tears threatening to escape his eyes. He’s grateful he’s not alone. He’s grateful he has someone to lean on. Someone that will help him no matter how small the situation may seem. Kamal comes back with two bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream. The two of them spent their evening, to bowls of ice cream and letting Habit borrow Kamal’s headphones.

#smile for me game #kamal bora #dr habit #habismal #splatoon 3 #alternate universe #smile for me #s4m #boris habit #I might write more smile for me x splatoon stuff #writing #fanfic #Smoothie’s writing

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zombified-queer · 3 years

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selcouth, with boris and kamal?

selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

Boris Habit pushes the boundaries of what's considered human. Kamal's seen Boris turn into shadows at the slightest startle. Kamal's experienced trying to get Boris to stop levitating after one too many energy drinks. Kamal's been horrified by Boris sliding under doors.

He's like an octopus. Boneless and intelligent and terrifying.

Kamal's never quite sure what to expect with Boris.

"I've been making trouble," Boris notes, his voice drawing Kamal out of his thoughts. "You've got that look..."

"No. Just...thinking about you."

Boris's face turns a deeper shade of green. "Me?"

"Yeah, like," Kamal reaches across the dinner table, taking Boris' hand, "I have no idea how human you are."

"I don't know."

"And I still love you, y'know?" Kamal shrugs. "Even the ugly bits."

"The nightmares?"

"Even those." Kamal does remember every single time he's woken up to Boris sobbing or pacing or waking Kamal in the middle of the night for comfort. "Because, I guess, that's what you do when you love someone."

"Kamal?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too." Boris gives Kamal that smile that could melt glaciers. "I appreciate you."

"I, uh, it's nothing." Kamal gives Boris' hand a gentle squeeze. "Really. It's, uh, I kinda like those late-night talks?"

"No you don't," Boris points out. "You need your rest."

"Yeah but...I like talking to you. You're, uh, insightful."

Boris tilts his head. He seems to consider it. And then he nods.

That night, there are no nightmares. No crying. Just uninterrupted rest.

#Smile For Me #S4M Fanfic #Habismal #Anonymous

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thefantasygirl3 · 4 years

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Sleep Deprived Regrets. Chapter 2: Trevor

genre/warnings: Hurt/comfort, Healing.

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Summary: Once more, Habit is out and about in the habitat, this time after having sleep-walked. This time he finds himself having to cheer up a sad little werewolf.

Notes: Second chapter out. Not sure when I’ll be putting up another one. But I will try my best to make it, as this one proved to be a little bit of a challenge.

The dentist gave away a big, relaxed sigh as he opened his eyes and let them meet with the sight of a clear blue sky. A sky that had a beautiful sun shining down onto him as he was laying down on something rather soft and comfy. Confusion finally washed Habit’s mind as he tried to recall when he had gone outside. Wondering where he even was, the man sat up from the ground and let his gaze move downward. He saw… a field? He was sitting in rather tall grass, tickling up against his own green fingers as he ran them across the gentle thin blades. Now even more befuddled than before, his tired confusion turned into a slight panic as he started darting his head around, trying to figure out where exactly he had ended up. Doing so, Boris could see… all of his Habiticians. They were all there too! They were sitting in the grass in small groups and were smiling and talking to each other, enjoying themselves in this beautiful sunny field. They were all looking so happy, handing out flower crowns to each other and trying them on rather gleefully.

Habit was staring in shock at this sight, not able to believe what was happening. But his amazement was cut very short as he heard the grass beside him starting to rustle. Glancing to the side, he saw his ex-assistant walking over towards him with a wide smile on his face, casually settling himself down beside the taller green man. “Hey! Boris! I’m so glad to see you here! We were missing another person!” Kamal greeted his old boss as he gave him a welcoming smile, shifting giddily in the grass beside him while gripping another flower crown in his hands. Habit stared quietly at his old friend as he was so warmly spoken to, finding it rather confusing considering how they left of in a rather… unfriendly way. But despite that, he felt his cheeks starting to redden and a small smile growing on his face. “Thank u, Kamal. Im verie habby to “be” hear with you! What hav u got der?” he giggled cheerily as he looked down curiously at the little thing the shorter man got in his little mitts. Giggling right back at him, Kamal reacher up and placed the pretty flower crown on the top of his head. Habit gasped and smiled brightly, laughing along with his friend as he took it off so he could take a whiff of that sweet flora smell.

Taking a deep breath in, he felt himself starting to cough gently. It didn’t smell sweet at all! It almost had a kind of heavy metallic smell. Continuing to cough harder, he threw the flowers away and tried to get a word out to the chuckling black haired man. As soon as his coughing fit was over, he opened his eyes and saw the flowers were now withering while producing some sort of gas out of them. Looking over to Kamal instead for help, Boris suddenly yelped and pulled himself away from the man who now had a toothbrush for a head, still laughing like a mad man.

Scrambling to get back up on his feet, he could now see that the air around him was full of that same gas. A gas he could easily recognize from his profession. And through the clouds he could see all the other Habiticians with their heads looking like various other objects, laughing just like Kamal was and starting to approach the scared man who was backing away from them in his pyjamas, which he didn't remember wearing earlier. Continuing to back away from them, he was suddenly met with a concrete wall and was now forced to meet with all the laughing object heads that were coming closer and closer. “No! Please don’t! Stay back! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!” he yelled at them all as he closed his eyes tightly in fear.

Habit’s eyes suddenly shot open as he stumbled backwards and landed on his butt, sitting suddenly in somewhat more familiar grass. Shaking off the shock, he took a moment to take in the surroundings of the carnival he now was in. “What the heck? Why am I down here again?” he asked himself perplexed as he remembered how he had left his room last night when he was unable to sleep. All he could do was assume that he had sleep walked down there again after having gone to bed. Yeah. That made sense to him. As he started to rise to his feet, his thoughts started swirling with the dream he had while wandering through the facility in his slumber.

Wow that was weird! It all started off so great and happy! But… why would it turn so sinister and scary even though everyone were still enjoying themselves? "W-well it was just a dremm! Dreabs are silly and make kno sense!" Habit tried to tell himself nervously, not really sure how to handle the kind of emotions that dream stirred up in him. It made him feel a little bit unsettled and he just wanted to stop thinking about it. That's when an idea hit him. Last time he went out wandering like this, he found someone else awake and talked to them for a bit. Nat seemed to really appreciate that! Maybe, if he went out again around the apartments, he could do the same that night.

Yeah. Yeah! That sounded fantastic! The perfect distraction! Feeling satisfied with his great idea, the brunette hurriedly rushed over to the gates of the carnival and made a sharp turn towards the staircase, almost losing his balance as he was running up into the apartments.

Finally he reached the top of the stairs and took a short moment to catch his breath. Maybe he was a little too excited to be talking to someone. He didn't do that a lot on the daily, so it was kind of understandable. But thinking to himself that he needs to calm down, the green man took another deep huff and started looking around the hallway with numbered doors. First thing coming to mind was Nat, since he had talked to her the night prior. Maybe she, just like him, was awake this night too! Reaching her door, he took a moment to hold his ear to the door to make sure she was awake, so he wouldn’t be waking her by knocking or something.

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Nope. Nothing. Complete silence.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Habit just turned away and headed down the turn leading towards the rest of the rooms he hadn’t passed. While he was passing a few more rooms, something finally caught his attention. He swore that he could hear the sound of a dog whining, which shouldn’t be the case. “A… dog???” Boris questioned to himself as he moved his ear around from door to door, trying to determine where exactly the pitiful cries were coming from. And soon enough, he could tell precisely where it was coming from and who was making that sound.

“Ah… Trevor Garbo, huh?” he muttered softly to himself as he thought over this current situation. “So, I’m outside the room of a whining teen who thinks he’s a werewolf. At night. After sleepwalking my way here… yeah, that’s about as normal as my usual life” the dentist concluded to himself as he kept hearing the young boy quietly howling inside his room in despair. Deciding this was now his problem, Habit reached out and gently gave his door a knock, trying to not chicken out and run back downstairs. He got a scared yip in response and heard the sound of a small thud. Oopsie doopsie!

He waited patiently for the boy inside to come and open the door for him, which happened after about a minute of shuffling around. Trevor looked up at the person that stood outside his room. He looked absolutely horrified at first, hiding behind the door as he muttered something panicked to himself about “Vampires” and “Smiling dead”. Habit peeked inside concerned as the boy kept mumbling about whatever it was that worried him. As his eyes shifted to the side to meet with the taller one’s, his fear seemed to turn more into sorrow as he became more quiet. After a few seconds of staring, he finally mumbled “... or it’s just Dr. Habit… Checking in on me or something”. He walked back inside his room, tiredly hanging and dragging himself towards the bed as he sat himself back on it.

Right… Habit almost forgot that he’s not exactly a fan favorite in the habitat. Not sure what else he expected. “Why are you here?” The wolf boy asked the man who slowly entered the room cautiously while he wrapped his arms around his own legs, burying his face between his knees. The smile doctor froze for a moment, feeling unsure over how to respond to that question without sounding weird.

“Well… I seem to be unable to sleep… and found myself wandering around the habitat. But I thought I heard you crying or something and I got worried. Is… Everything ok with you, Trevor?” he asked him nervously while continuing over to the boy and taking a seat on the bed beside him, looking genuinely concerned for him.

Looking up at Habit slightly, he gave him this sad pout and just turned towards the window, staring up at the moon. “... no. It’s not! It’s not ok! Because apparently I’m not a real werewolf! I’m just “acting out” and “going through a phase”! Well then I guess all my other factual theories are all false too and EVERYTHING I’VE COME UP WITH IS ALL STUPID NOTHING AND A WASTE!” Trevor started rambling loudly, releasing his legs so that he could angrily shake his hand in front of his face. Now really worried because of the yelling, the older man waved his hands worriedly and stuttered something incoherent in an attempt to calm the boy.

Holy moley! Habit had at least expected him to be somewhat stand-offish or just say "fine" without any elaboration. He wasn't ready for an emotional explosion! It really stunned him, he had no idea what to say at all! He just kept sputtering random “W-well now-” and “No! No! Not at all!”, trying to make Trevor stop whining and growling loudly. The boy, after rambling in a small temper tantrum, finally let out an elongated whine while curled up into a ball on the bed, laying on his side. “Everyone is so ignorant. I am a werewolf. I just… can’t seem to transform, no matter how hard I try or how mad I get. Ugh! And they doubt my theories too! It’s like they believe I’m lying or that I’m delusional! I’m NOT! I’m… I’m…” Trevor started whimpering as his voice trailed off, looking more and more sad as his eyes drifted over towards the window to gaze up at the moon. He then continued on as he regained his voice again before the other guy could think up something to say. “... Maybe… maybe I am wrong. All my theories aren’t… factual”.

Boris gasped and covered his mouth in shock, not able to believe that he had just heard that coming from TREVOR, the biggest conspiracy theorist he had ever met! He would never expect the wolf boy to be completely dismissing all of his theories that he had come up with. It didn’t sound like him at all. Geez. He felt so bad for the poor sad boy, he wished that he could figure out a way to cheer him up. Inconsiderate people, talking down on his interests and ruining his fun!

“... Wait… hmm…” thinking about it a few seconds, something actually hit him. Maybe, just maybe, if Habit could appeal to his special interests, he could encourage the boy to not give up on himself. Clearing his throat, he tried his best to think up his next response. “Ah… That doesn’t sound like you at all! You… Y-you would never give up on a lead! You’d find a way to work around it and figure out the real truth!” he started with as he reached a hand out and placed it on the boy’s back. Trevor just slapped it away and sat up on the bed, turning towards Boris to give him a glare. “Well I am! I’m giving up and waiting till this “phase” is over!” he barked at the tall green man and just sat angrily beside him, glaring him down with tearful eyes.

Darn! That didn’t seem to work very well! He was still acting all off! “Wait! He’s acting off!” Habit thought to himself as he now was struck with exactly what he should say!

“You would never say that! Which means… something is… w-wrong! I think… you are b-being… uuuh… ma-manipulated!” he tried to sound confident while telling this to the now confused looking boy, obviously looking unsure over how he would receive the claim. He continued anyways, he had already committed. “I-I mean! Listen! You are a very good theorist and you… come up with such amazing ideas! And I remember the one you were talking to me about! About the… vampires and whatnot! So I think you are being made to doubt yourself by… the vampires?” Habit stumbles his way through the conversation, trying to convince the boy that there might be something more at play.

Obviously it wasn’t true. But it seemed to at least get Trevor thinking a bit. “Hm… i must have… gotten too close to the truth… so that gartner orchestrated this whole charade to make me doubt myself!” he said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, earning a relieved sigh from the doctor beside him. But the boys mood was quickly ruined again as he looked out at the moon again. “But still… I’m not able to turn into a werewolf. There is no way the vampire could have caused that”.

Again, Habit started stuttering nervously as he tried to come up with yet another theory to cheer the wolf boy up again. How could he explain that?! He wasn’t a werewolf expert! But he had to say something! Come on, Boris! Just Bullcrap something up! “Um! Uh! W-well maybe it wasn't a vampire! I mean- Maybe there are more people at play here than Trencil!” he chuckled nervously as his brain started going into overdrive, thinking of several things at once to come up with his theory.

Trevor looked up at Dr. Habit and tilted his head, looking both curious and unsure as he seemed to be all ears at this point. “What do you mean? Are you saying the vampire… has an accomplice?” he asked as he moved on the bed to sit on his knees, facing the other man. Ha! It’s working! He’s intrigued again! “Well… considering that the moon is the source of a werewolves transformation, I think, and vampires aren't able to survive in space… I think that the accomplice is… AN ALIEN!” the big green man exclaimed confidently as he raised his hand and pointed it at the moon, grinning assuredly.

Trevor gasped and put his hands to his cheeks staring up at the moon too as he was now fully aboard this theory. “OF COURSE! Aliens would have all sorts of technology! Who’s to say they wouldn’t have a machine to disable the moons werewolf properties! I even bet that my self doubt was because of some sort of mind-altering rays!” the wolf boy started rambling as he was waving his arms up and down excitedly in front of him, having stars in his eyes as he did so.

Habit grinned as he saw Trevor getting so excited about this new theory of his. He wanted to keep this hype train going! “Yeah! That would make sense! Maybe those rays might have side effects! I woke up after having sleep-walked just before! I don’t usually do that, so maybe that is proof of your theory!” he continued adding on as he was also starting to move around his hands in enjoyment of the others joy.

“Oh my god! Yes! That is definite proof of the rays! Now we have to find some way to protect ourselves against the mind control! I’ve heard things made of gold will reflect rays of all sorts!” the werewolf boy said confidently. Habit wasn’t sure where he had heard that, but it seemed to make him happy, so he just smiled and nodded. Then he looked out the window and realized the sky was starting to brighten up slightly, making him realize how long he had been there with Trevor.

“Oh dear! I need to go back to bed! And so do you! I’m sorry I kept you up for so long!” he laughed softly and stood up off the bed quickly. “Aw… do you need to?” Trevor asked sadly as he sat up on the bed and pouted at him. “Yeah. Sorry… but hey” the man said softly, earning a curious head tilt. “... I’ll be sure to bring you something out of gold… for protection” he said with a small grin before heading over to the door, opening it and taking a pause in the doorway to look back at the boy.

“Thank you, Dr. Habit. Goodnight” Trevor said softly as he waved a little at him. Habit smiled and waved back, saying “Goodnight” before closing the door behind him.

#smile for me #smile 4 me #SFM #s4m #dr habit #boris habit #trevor garbo #fanfiction #sfm fanfic #s4m fanfic

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lilies-and-laughing-gas · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smile For Me (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Trencil Varnnia, Nat Vancey Additional Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Family Issues, Family Bonding, Family Loss, dead mom Summary:

A couple of years after the incident at the habitat, Nat is getting really sick of her dad's weird behaviour, she thought he was were over this. And Trencil learns that he still has a lot of growing to do and a lot of things he needs to open up about to his daughter.

This is for day 2 of @smileformeweek !!

The prompt was “Growth”

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sketch-pencilpoint · 3 years

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Here's an artwork I actually fully planned out. I call it...

Goodnight, flower hero.🌸🌻🌹

#s4m #smile for me #smile for me game #boris habit #dr habit #flower kid #sorry if this feels like spam ive been busy and ive got more where this came from #expect some fusions. some weird crossover ships and chapter 2 of my fanfic later today #and maybe some more cortropy but i and unholy grail as well

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habbydaysinthehabitat · 3 years

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Chapter 2!!!

Just posted chapter 2 of my s4m fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30352605?view_full_work=true

#boris habit #s4m #smile for me game #smile for me fanfiction #fanfic #writers of tumblr #chapter 2 #Dense Forests

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daffadownlily · 1 year

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Hey @spriggiestuff! Merry Christmas! I was your secret Santa for this year :D I hope you like the fic!

@sfmsecretsanta

#S4m fanfic #fanfic

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jean-despacito69 · 4 years

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For the drownout

I'm not sure I can help because my interest moved to smile for me

BUT if you're up to cringe content I'll write something about an au me and my gf made where Desmond adopts Boris and after being separated for a while they reunite

I'll do it with NO regrets

#professor layton fanfic #professor layton #s4m #smile for me

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thehabitat · 4 years

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@smileformeweek ❀ hi there, i hope today’s been kind to you !! & here’s my entry for collage with mirphy endeavoring to overcome an art block !! it’s 570 words & light & fluffy ! i hope you enjoy !! c-: ( & this is one of the first, few fanfics i’ve made ! please feel free to lemme know what you think on ao3 ! )

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smile For Me (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mirphy Fotoparat/Flower Kid, Flower Kid & Mirphy Fotoparat Characters: Mirphy Fotoparat, Flower Kid (Smile For Me), Dallas Smuth, Putunia Mollar Additional Tags: Fluff, Drabble, One Shot, All Platonic Relationships, Short One Shot, Short & Sweet, Inspiration, Hopeful Ending Summary: Encountered face-to-face with an art block upon trying a new hobby, Mirphy seeks out inspiration and meaning in her art. A preview of the first paragraph is under the read more!

Looking down at her paper, Mirphy sighed. As she grasped her pencil and stared at her photograph, she felt inspiration from her muse, yet struggled to put an outline to what she felt was beauty to her. “Huh. What makes art, art?” She whispered while tilting her head to the side. Overlooking Dallas in the corner of her eye, she caught him smiling at his palette, fervently putting paint to canvas, as his animated movements distracted her. She could not help but think to herself, “Hrmph, he just gazes at his canvas and piles through artwork after artwork! His hands go and go off like there’s no end to it… Me? Jealous or anything? No way I could be after his lucky break… I guess I am.” She scoffed at the thought of Dallas…

#sfmweek2020 #collage #i hope you enjoy !! ♡#this is one of the first fanfics i've made in years !!#ask to tag -#smile for me (game)#smile for me (2019)#smile for me fanfiction #mirphy fotoparat #sfm mirphy #fluff #smile for me flower kid #flower kid #fk #smile for me #s4m #sfm #sfm game #s4m game

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ennaku-sirri-da · 2 months

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My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 1 ](REPOSTED)

[Plaintext: My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 1 ](Reposted))

HhhhhHhhh

The NoSleep story title aside, here's the...story! I can't really think of a proper way to introduce this but it will probably be broken into parts.

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Let's start from a bit of the beginning, shall we? The beginning...of her ending.

( Man it's a bit weird narrating all this when it was all just built up in chats. But it's a little exhilarating too. Like I'm actually telling you a story. How strange. )

Martha. Best of her peers, best of her age, shining star of her school-- All Saints High. Music? Voice of an angel and incredible range to boot. Learns from regular piano lessons without fail. Studies, sports? If you want to get on her level you'll have to grind HARD, and then have to answer her attempts to take the crowning seat back, as well. She can hurl a volleyball just as well as she can jot down Science notes. (Their theology classes fill her with just enough doubts to seek out more on her own ). She's no nobody. Everyone knows her name. She knows them, too. Well enough not to take anything lying down( LEAST of all taunts about her pronouncedly fluttery accent and her own accompanying G-rated cursing ). She won't just survive-- she will surpass. And she's built up the assets needed with everything shes got. Money, skill, sweet words, blackmail, friendships, favours, petty revenge, precious time, sweat, perfection. ALL of it.

Home is a hole.

It is void. A fine place to read thrashy romance novels, if only to forget about the endlessly yawning cavern depths. Others exist, somewhere there. She exists alongside them but they do not acknowledge her. It is alright as long as she never causes a scene, breaks the silence. It is even more alright when she keeps aiming past what is to her the sky, sun and space and beyond and catches their attention. Sometimes, achieving this even means a warm smile or two of them, from the two of them, thrown her way.

She catches it, picks it up, learns to plaster it across on her face. Red lips frame white teeth that twinkle like stars.

Pity they fell out then.

No one could believe it. No one wanted to believe it. In fact, common, widespread verity was so grim in prospect, so sticky a situation that it would attract investigators like flies to the rotting corpse, so un-profitable in comparison to the sum offered to keep lips sealed and stories spun-- that in the end, all that blew up the town to fearfully great heights was that there was a killer on the lose.

The newspapers turn obsolete.

Law efforts turn obsolete.

Gossip becomes old news.

Students turn obsolete as they graduate into college-age adults.

The holy water sprinkled on her casket goes stale.

Her friends do not visit anymore, because life has taken them away.

The school still stands, without Martha. She is there, of course. What could it ever be without her? She keeps asking herself,

staring into the dirty thing bobbing in dark water

cannot leave this bathroom stall

should not

for her murderer is outside, walking free, living, teaching freely

They say if you stay in the stalls all by yourself or look at the stretching mirrors too long, she will appear to drag you into the stories herself. They say if you are unluckier still, it will show itself, rising, rising, rising from and out of the times past, to the top of the water...

[ ID: PNG of an item from Smile For Me the game, a pair of plasticky looking red jaws with yellow teeth, called the 'Toilet Teeth'. End ID]

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Habit is pretty new around here, but if he can't find a single friend then God help him he is going to make the ghost in the bathroom who may-or-may not-exist-but-hopefully-its-a-may-- his friend. Now if only he had any idea where to start?!?!

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smile4meimagines · 4 years

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Demon!Jimothan X Reader

Mod Gay: heyyyy so,, Uni’s still kicking ass, but I’ve been working on this lill thing for a while and I finally got it done, so I thought i’d put it up here for you guys. Enjoy! <3

Title: Somethin’ to tell ya Rating: General audiences Fandom: Smile For Me (2019) Relationships: Jimothan Botch X Reader

Synopsis: You notice Jimothan’s acting a little off on your date, and he’s surprisingly very open on telling you why.

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zombified-queer · 3 years

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Cute date ideas 44 or “Do me a favor and be gone by morning.” from small town gothic horror, s4m. No strong character preference other than I’d like to see a less used/written about character taking a central part of it

Kamal gets Putunia into the backseat of Marv's truck. "Do me a favor and be gone by morning, Marv."

"Y'ever going to tell me what's going on?"

Hand on the door, Kamal sighs. "I, uh, don't really know. But I know it's not good."

"You trust me with these kids, though? Should I drive them to their parents?"

"No!" Kamal shakes his head, eyes wide with terror. "No, god. Just..."

Marv watches as Putunia stirs, mumbling and wiping her eyes.

"Go back to sleep," Kamal soothes. "'s okay."

"Kamal."

"I know. Just get some rest." Kamal shuts the truck door. "Marv, you have to keep them safe."

"What about Jerafina? She's more, uh, maternal?"

"It's too late for her." Kamal shakes his head. "Something's wrong in town. With the water. The air. You must've felt it too."

"Lake hasn't had fish in months," Marv muses. "Something keeps scarin' them off."

"I think it's Habit. His greenhouse is...I dunno yet. But I intend to find out."

Marv sighs. "Well, don't get killed. Putunia would never forgive you."

"I know." Kamal glances at her. Sleeping again. "But, uh, I'll come find you guys when this is all over."

Kamal licks his lips. Goodbyes like this are never good, Marv knows. But Kamal heads back to the florist's van. And then they're gone.

Marv gets in his truck. He drives slowly, not wanting to wake the kids. All of them are sleeping except Tim Tam, who stares at Marv.

"Wanna take over the radio, kiddo?"

"Cool." Tim Tam fiddles with the knobs. "DJ."

All the radio stations are static. All except one. It's that same advert for Habit's little greenhouse commune. It plays on loop without end, like someone forgot to shut it off.

"There's some tapes in the glovebox," Marv says. "If you want. Mostly fishing music."

"Shanty."

"Sure. A couple of those somewhere."

Tim Tam fumbles with the tapes in the dark. Finally they find one, waiting for the next streetlight to confirm it's what they want. With a nod, Tim Tam crams it in, letting the sea shanties play.

There's more potholes in the road than Marv remembers. And the woods at the edge of town are so dark and deep. Marv never thought trees could look sinister. But it's not just trees. Every bush and every blade of grass seems alive with malice.

"Spooky," Tim Tam whispers, barely louder than the sea shanties.

"You said it, kiddo." Marv has to drive carefully around the roots breaking the road apart. "Spooky."

Was this road always this broken down? Were these roots always such a problem to drive over and around? Or is something trying to keep them here.

"I hope Kamal's okay," Marv says to no one in particular.

And then he sees it. One of those blackberry bushes moves. Not like a breeze rippling through it or an animal darting down in the thorns. It moves like it is an animal. That darting out onto the road is exactly like a rabbit.

He slams on the brakes. The truck hits the bush anyway, blackberries splattering on the hood, leaves sticking to the splatter.

"Cool," Tim Tam says. "Radical!"

"We're not going to do that again if we can help it," Marv answers when he catches his breath. "But good to know they're not impassable."

The earth shakes as one of the pine trees takes long, awkward strides into the road.

#Smile for Me #S4M Fanfic #I just think sentient plants that do harm are neat! :D #sanddall-asy

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