Flowerey Painting

Loser in Their 20s, Amateur Fanfic Writer, Top Jerafina Tabouli Blog

[flowereypainting]

🌼🌼 Introduction Post 🌼🌼

Hello, I'm Flowereypainting, and this is my blog. I post fanfics, headcanons, and art about my favorite things. If you want, you can request something, and I might do it.

Fair warning. I do post about my selfships quite a bit, just in case that isn't your cup of tea.

Current interests: Smile For Me, Off, UT/DR, Steven Universe

[childhoodgrave]

[flowereypainting]

Also I was thinking about how there probably wasn't anyone at the reception to greet the Flower Kid when they arrived at The Habitat. They probably just wandered in and took whatever room was empty.

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Next part or two, I hope to have Mirphy play a bigger role. She's sort of been more of a passenger in the story so far.

[flowereypainting]

Part 3 of the unnamed fanfic.

For a moment, they watch them slowly disappear down the quiet road. The sun was now hanging high over the buildings, it's light turning the sky a light blue. Despite the sun being in the sky, the morning chill continued, and Kamal could feel a run starting in his nose.

The weight of everything had finally begun to settle on Kamal's shoulders. He stumbled over to the bench and sat beside a still sleeping Putunia. Mirphy followed suit and sat beside him, her long and lanky legs had to stretch awkwardly outward so she could sit comfortably.

For a moment, they watched Jerafina as she was now rifling through her pockets. She pulled out a piece of paper with a phone number. Two. Three. The third one caught Kamal's eyes. The word "flower" had been neatly written on it. Kamal had nearly forgotten about them, the Flower Kid and Boris. They were both early risers and had surely spoken by now.

"That phone number, can I see it!?" Kamal had said a little too loudly. Jerafina cocked an eyebrow and then looked at the phone numbers briefly. She handed him the number she believed he wanted to see, and he quickly stood and walked over to the phone. He needed to know what their talk was like. He needed to know if they could get through to Habit. And deep down, he needed to know if Boris was ok. He put the last few coins into the pay phone and punched in the numbers. As it rang, he fiddled with the piece of paper in his shirt pocket.

When the receiver picked up, he heard a voice he didn't recognize. "Hello?" An older woman said on the other end.

"Hello, is uh-" as Kamal spoke he had realized he didn't know the Flower Kid's name. "Is the Flower Kid there?" He said awkwardly.

After a brief pause, the voice on the other end spoke. "I'm sorry dear, their on vacation right now. Are you a friend, perhaps?"

Kamal anxiously fidgets with the phone cord after hearing they hadn't returned yet. "Yeah, something like that." He pauses for a moment. "I was expecting to hear from them today. I thought they'd be back by now." Kamal says, the worry in his voice beginning to become clearer.

"You can always call back, dear. I'm sure they won't be long." The voice on the other end says softly.

"Right. Um, thank you anyways, ma'am." Kamal says as he slowly hangs up.

He stands there for a moment, trying to think of what to do next. He let's out a heavy sigh before realizing if they're not in town, yet they must still be at The Habitat. He whirls around to where Jerafina is still standing.

"Jerafina I need to borrow more change, I have to call The Habitat."

"Huh?" Jerafina says before letting out a small huff. "Buuut, that was the last of my change." She says, stumbling slighly as she points towards the pay phone.

[limbolanegames]

Can you believe this thing? Like a rotisserie chicken in the microwave. Disgusting.

[gold-glowing-gummies]

Create

Mirphy comes to a rather worrying conclusion about her art.

No warnings, pre game, Mirphy has artblock and is mildly depressed about it, dealing with sucky critics

It had taken Mirphy about a month to realize it, a month of developing film, slaving in the darkroom, cussing at the little spills of chemicals on her jeans and countless cups of coffee later.

This was boring… all of it.

Her frown deepens as she tosses a handful of images onto the table, leaning back on her sofa as she lets her head fall onto the back of the couch so she could stare at the ceiling.

When had it happend?

No, seriously? WHEN the heck did this happen?

This used to be fun. There used to be SOMETHING.

When had this started exactly?

After her third exhibition?

After the first time she had to deal with deadlines?

Or was it after her first negative review from a critic?

Amateur! Really, her visionary and artistic choices were clear as rain!! It was not “wacky” and not “incomprehensible” and maybe it was only a little bit “silly”, but it was not “a look at the simple things in the world that neither shocks or surprises us with new appreciation for the things around us” DAVE! You cretin! You absolute blubbering, buffoon!

But it had been nagging at her, not the review in particular, but the feeling of “What now?”

If her mind was a fountain there seemed to be a massive blockage in there right now, leading to just a trickle of ideas instead of the bright spectacle she was wishing for.

Even worse what came out was more of a muddy stream rather than the brilliantly blubbering spring water of her beautiful brain that usually flew so freely.

Sure there had been moments where some college student put soap in there and some of her work came out as a foamy, bubbly mess that… okay she was loosing the metaphor here a little bit, but point was she could usually even just appreciate the work that came out somewhat more wonky.

But this? This was NOTHING.

And it sure wasn’t fun.

Wasn’t photography FUN at some point?

Mirphy looks back at her coffee table and the pictures she sees almost make her want to cry and rip out her hair in frustration.

Boring. Boring, Boring, BORING!

The photos at least make a satisfying sound as she shreds them to pieces in between her hands one by one. On a better day her mind would have considered doing an action shot with confetti, but today it just feels bland.

Her hand reaches out to her cup of coffee, stupid, boring, as her gaze falls upon something.

The flyer had caught her eye just for how garishly colorful it was and what seemed like a crayon drawing of a frog or something, with red hair and a top hat.

“Drained? Stuck-in-a-rutt-like-a-buhg-in-a-rug? Visit thehabitat.com.”

As the pc powers up, Mirphy chugs the last bit of her, now cold, coffee before deciding on another cup of green tea.

She takes her time setting up the kettle and stove, knowing it wouldn’t be a while before it was ready to connect online.

As she looks out the window and into the distance an unwelcome thought starts to take root in her mind.

“What if it stays like this forever?”

She shakes her head . Not gonna entertain that baloney. It’s a creative slump, not a loss of her skill and talent, she just… needed something to get that drive back, that need to create… some inspiration!

The website is just as weird as the flyer that advertised it.

Apparently someone decided to open up a mental health resort in the middle of nowhere, free of charge, just out of the kindness of their heart.

Sketchy doesn’t even begin to cover it, but aight.

Just someone who wanted people to smile.

Just someone who wanted people to be happy.

When was the last time Mirphy actually felt happy with her work?

The whistle of the kettle rips her out of her thoughts and she groans as she gets up from her pc to take it off the stove.

Happy.

The word echoes in her skull.

What was the last picture she took that really made her happy? The one that really knocked her socks off?

She pours herself a cup slowly, careful not to spill anything on the counter, before she returns with her full cup and sits back down again.

The ordeal took long enough for her screensaver to turn on and she spends a few seconds watching the tubes stretch across her screen, before she wiggles the mouse a bit to return to the website.

She scrolls down a bit further till she reaches an email address.

Aw screw it, might as well give it a try. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

[llemongras]

Day 2 - Create

[outs1d3rs-yaya]

02 - CREATE 🎨

Day two of @smileformeweek !! Questionette singing the song featured in the epilogue. (Alt under cut)

[peasleypawbs]

SMILE FOR ME WEEK DAY 1: DREAM

I've decided I wanna plug some songs I like as I do SFM week! Song for this drawing is daydream in blue !

@smileformeweek

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Smile For Me Week 2026: Day 2: Create ( s4m AU )

[ID :Fanart of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game, but it's my AU Roseverse. It's traditional artwork that has been colored and edited digitally.

Habit and Kamal have created drawings of each other. It's titled " Draw your partner".

Habits drawing of Kamal is on a canvas, its cartoony, looks like his in-game sprite. His face is circled with a heart and there's two simple roses drawn. It's titled " Kammy" in red paint, nickname. Habit himself is in his usual outfit but his long hair is done in two strand twists decorated with colored, patterned beads. His hair here is rose pink. He has a slight beard. He blushes and points to Kamal with one finger, smiling a bit awkwardly or unevenly.

Kamals drawing of Habit is much more scattered. It includes doodles of Habits eyes, smile, freckled shoulders, curly hair, cotton-stuffed ears, his segmented hands. There's some doodles of flowers too. It's titled " Mur deha", written in Assamese. Kamal looks down shyly, maybe unsure about the quality of his work. He holds the paper he drew on, up with one hand. Kamal wears a red flannel shirt. Here his hair is greying and he has a single silver earring. End ID]

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Its prompt 2, " Create" So it's Habit and Kamal creating drawings of each other Kamal is not a great artist but he tries dhshshj Habits style is wildly inconsistent probably but it would be a banger if animated….hes breaking down those ESSENTIAL SHAPES

Kamal wrote a sweet endearment on his sheet (" Mur deha") to call Habit by, but he won't admit it so easily. He probably says it means jackass dick or something 🧍🏽Gotta get the truth out of him....

And on the other hand, "Kammy" kills me dead everytime HDKCKCKHD

@smileformeweek

[souptomatobasil]

SFM Weeek day 2 - Create!

[shadeslug]

Day 2: Create

[limbolanegames]

TODAY, our game Smile For Me is FIVE YEARS OLD! WOW! Here is a special commemorative drawing~ thank you for the support all these years, ya scoundrels!!

[scrybe-of-the-dreamworld]

Smile For Me Characters as Jack Stauber Songs

Under the read more because it’s long

Keep reading

[wallus-appreciation-time]

Ex-coworker reunion!

It's been over 20 years since they left the Habitat, but they still remember each other!

[itsjustbl0op]

Tiff Webber 🎙 Smile For Me

Drew this singergal for the funs!