A week dedicated to making fan content for the game Smile For Me by LimboLane. Rules - Prompts - Mods [Icon Description: Tiff Smiling at the viewer. End ID.] Yugo and Day approved.
[Image Description: A red and blue striped banner with an image of Tiff Webber standing leaning forward and smiling at the viewer. Next to her is text reading, “Smile For Me Week 2026; June 7 - June 13". End ID.]
This is a week dedicated to making fan content of all kinds for the game Smile For Me by LimboLane Games.
Prompt List:
6/7 (Day 1) - Dream
6/8 (Day 2) - Create
6/9 (Day 3) - Gift
6/10 (Day 4) - Game
6/11 (Day 5) - Help
6/12 (Day 6) - Goodbye
6/13 (Day 7) - Free Day
Make sure to read the rules for the event, and feel free to share any fan content you make with the tag #sfmweek2026, or by tagging this blog (or sending a message if you’re afraid your content hasn’t been seen) for it to be reblogged here.
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[Image Description: Digital art of Parsley Botch approaching Martin with a sheepish grin whilst holding a large bouquet in one arm and some letters and a heart-shaped letter reading "For Martin" in the other raised hand. Martin is shown from a back view with a few exclamation points indicating surprise or excitement. He has short hair, glasses, and is wearing a collard shirt. The drawing is flat colours, with the background including the floor and doorway being a pale yellow, Parsley being a pale orange, and Martin being a pale orange-pink. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of Putunia Mollar holding the Superhero Painting with an excited grin, Jones, a Flower Kid OC staring up at the Floral Painting hung on their bedroom wall, and Trevor Garbo holding the Werewolf painting with an excited grin. All three people are surrounded by happiness sparkles. Jones shown from the back, and they are a short person with curly grey hair pulled into two flower-shaped buns or pigtails and a brown skintone, and they're wearing orange headphones with an antenna and a green hoodie with light green sleeves. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of Putunia Mollar holding a drawing behind her back while approaching Kamal Bora, who is standing on the sidewalk with a smile. Putunia is wearing a blue shirt with white sleeves, and the drawing shows he holding hands with Kamal and Dr. Boris Habit, with "I ❤️ U" written above them. Kamal is wearing a blue sweater over a light blue collared shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a grey satchel. Behind him can be seen a road, green hills, and a blue sky. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of Kamal Bora crouched on the ground crying and yelling "OH MY GOD" while Dr. Boris Habit watches him from a window with a big grin and his hands pressed together. Both are blushing heavily with heart shapes around their heads. Kamal is atop a large pile of Valentines' cards. End ID.]
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[Image Description: Digital Art of Kamal Bora sitting at an easel with a rolling stool while studying a bowl of fruit on the distance and painting on a canvas. He's painting Dr. Boris Habit's face. Kamal is wearing a white collared t-shirt with blue and yellow fish on it, blue pants, yellow slippers, and a gold fish-shaped earring. Running along the left side of the image are photos of open tubes of paint, a mason jar with paintbrushes in it, a large flat paintbrush, and a pin with a pallet and paintbrushes on it that reads, "Artist". The background is light blue and textured like crumpled paper. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of Dallas Smuth holding up a blue painting with several colourful shapes on it. He has a contemplative look, and is wearing a purple long-sleeved shirt and a purple bandana in his hair. Behind him is a table with two large tubs of paint and his pallet, along with a mint-striped wall that has two framed images hung up - one of a fruit, and one a poster reading, "artistic burnout survivor". End ID.]
• a fanfiction featuring habismal!! AO3 link to the fic is also below
Habit couldn’t remember when his birthday was, not really.
When Kamal heard this he was devastated. He imagined years of Boris’ childhood spent with no celebration, not even an uttered ‘happy birthday’, no mention at all until he had forgotten the date entirely. After the Habitat, they agreed that his birthday would be as soon as the lilies started blooming. And, today was the day.
For a few weeks now, Kamal had been keeping an Erythronium plant on his windowsill, waiting for it to grow. He had forbidden Habit from entering his room entirely, which, to his surprise, he didn’t question much. The plant had grown tall now, almost the height of the whole window, and its flower, that seemed to have bloomed overnight, was a bright white that reminded him of a cozy, snowy childhood spent taking winter walks. Just thinking of it brought back the sensation of the snow crunching under his yellow boots.
He reached out and touched the lily’s petal. It was soft, almost fuzzy, and faintly moist. He assumed he had done an okay job at growing it, as it was still green and intact. He’d never really been one to touch plants at all, but after living with Boris for so long, he’d picked up a couple of tricks.
With a sigh of relief, he walked into the kitchen with the lily, and placed it on the table. Boris wasn’t up yet, but Kamal knew he’d be awake right now, probably sitting in bed, adjusting to the morning for a little while before he got up. He smiled to himself as he wandered into the living room, up to the record player, and ran his fingers along the shelf of vinyls for a few seconds before picking out the Beatles’ album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, as he remembered that not long ago, when they were discussing music, Boris had expressed how much he enjoyed it. He let out a quiet, private chuckle and put the record on a low volume, which seemed to attract Boris out of his room.
“Oh? What is this?”
Habit peeked his head out from the doorway, then entered, a happy if not somewhat confused expression on his face.
“C’mon Boris,” Kamal answered. “I…I got something to show you.”
He grabbed his partner’s hand, and, despite being with him for quite a while, Kamal’s heart still seemed to stop for a split second. He bashfully placed his free hand over his cheek as he led the other into the kitchen.
“Awwe!” Boris cooed. “Have u got a ‘surprise’ for me! :-D”
Kamal stayed quiet until they reached the kitchen, and then gently asked the other to close his eyes, as he continued to guide him towards the table. And when Boris opened his eyes, he was…amazed, to say the least.
Immediately he teared up, his eyes wide and shining with affection. “Ohhh, KAM-ALLLL!” He sobbed, practically skipping over to his partner to kiss him silly.
Kamal yelped, then started giggling as Boris’ arms were wrapped around his body in a crushing, bear-like embrace. “Agh- Boris! It’s okay!”
Habit sniffled. “Kamal!” He repeated in between kisses. “It’s beautiful. U did so well taking care ov it!”
“You know what we agreed,” Kamal said when he finally caught his breath. “When the lilies bloom, it’s your birthday. So…happy birthday.”
Boris only cried harder, tightening his grip again before picking up Kamal and spinning him around in his arms. “I love u! So, so much!”
Kamal, who had started to gain his bearings again, wrapped his arms around his partner, letting himself be held and spun around. The only gift he’d ever need on his birthday is Boris.
[ ID: Fanart of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game, but it's my AU Roseverse. It's digital artwork.
They're young adults here. Kamal is giving Habit a ride on his motorbike as a gift. They speed past lights in the night. Kamal grins at Habit, who holds him tight and smiles, content for the moment.
Kamal is dressed in a black jacket with black gloves, jeans, red shirt and a belt. He has on dark makeup and silver earrings, a spiked silver nose stud. Habit meanwhile has on a Hawaiian print shirt, in yellow and pink with orange-brown pants. He wears his hair in a curly fro with bangs. Its dark brown.
The bike is red and its headlight glows. The speeding lights are in glowing colors of blue, orange, yellow, purple. The black night holds spots of blurry yellow lights.
Text from The Weeknd's song ''Blinding Lights'' reads: ''I'm blinded by the lights'' in a calligraphy pen. end ID]
Textless and darker lighting \different editing version:
The gift is that( both younger but still adults😭don't even ask me about my timeline LOL ) Kamal is giving Habit a ride on his motorbike
Maybe its like Habits birthday??? Idk I didn't think that hard abt the context except the almost six hours I spent trying to decide what to draw in the first place
And yes I traced the bike. I COULDN'T DRAW IT🧍🏽 EVERYTHING ELSE is drawn by me though without tracing lmao
Anyway djfjfj
I keep making Kamal cool…..🚶🏽
I tried to get the feeling of Blinding Lights by The Weeknd which is like…..one of my most streamed songs ITS GOOODDDD
His legs ached as he slowly pedaled up the hill. The extra detour he took had left him exhausted, but he knew it would be worth it. The small box he had journeyed to get sat safely within a bag in his bike's basket.
His tires screeched as he slowly stopped in the driveway. Out of breath, he slowly climbs the small set of stairs up to the door. Before he could get his shoes off, the sound of someone loudly approaching could be heard.
"Kamal!" Putunia yelled as she ran to the front door. She stopped mere inches from him and eyed him quizzically. "What's behind your back?"
"Why don't you find out, kiddo?" Kamal said as he took the bag out from behind him.
Putunia hurriedly grabbed the bag from his hands and yanked the box from out of it. She stared starry-eyed for a moment at what was in the box.
"Masked driver!" She yelled. "Thanks Kamal! Now I have a sidekick to help me!"
Kamal watched as she ran off back down the hall. At that moment, it felt as if his previous exhaustion had all vanished, and a big, dopey smile had found its way on his face.
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In which something catches Kamals eye at the thrift store.
No warnings, fluff, Habismal friendship / early crushing, Kamal Boras typical overthinking
Kamal prides himself on not being an impulse buyer.
Hard to be when you mull every little thing over all the time. Hard to be when you do not really have money to spend and even harder to be when you have not much you’d want to spend it on.
He’s a simple guy, as much as he bemoans that fact sometimes.
As much as he sometimes wishes he could pull of a more flamboyant outfit and as much as he wishes that he would not feel like dying whenever he decides to set foot outside even in just a jacket that’s a bit brighter than he usually wears.
He has gotten better at that to be fair to himself, but who could honestly imagine a guy like him in a leather jacket for instance?
But he is not an impulse buyer at least. He thinks and overthinks about his purchases and is patient enough to wait things out. He is not a frivolous spender.
Which is why he feels like he is just a bit in a pickle as of now.
The coat displayed in the thrift stores window is nothing short of wildly, theatrically, unmistakably gorgeous.
It sticks out amongst the two coats surrounding it, drab brown and heavy, with a deep blue collar and a pink faux fur coat, mix between a dandy and an elderly eccentric aunt.
Loud, chaotic, weird and fun.
… His mind wanders to other things that fit that description.
Habit would love this.
He shakes his head and pulls his gaze away from the garment, pretending to be more interested in the button ups with a garish brown parsley print.
That would be a WEIRD thing to do.
You don’t gift these kind of things to your boss.
Well, Boris is not only his boss… at least he likes to think so.
How often can you go get coffee with your boss before it gets weird? How often do you confide in your boss about your weird anxieties and how often does your boss smile at you like… “that”… and say that you’re a wonderful person
So it’s safe to say that they are friends now.
But also coworkers, colleagues, “contractually obligated to question every little bit of feelings that may have started to swell up inside Kamal even before all of that”-friends, which is why a gift like this would just be overblown.
Not like the big guy could not buy it himself too.
Sure, Boris pays him double the amount of what an assistant usually makes in this profession...
Habit has more money then sense honestly, the kind of person who really doesn't want a lot or puts much stock into expensive stuff. He’s much more interested in weird little knickknacks, with an occasional outlier of a bonkers big purchase but Boris isn't really... materialistic....
Boris likes giving gifts more than anything else.
He has come into the office with something for Kamal more than he can count.
Baked goods, little keychains, pillows (because there was a two for one deal and he just couldn’t leave Kamal without one), weird homemade art polluted by gallons of glitter and, on one occasion, a handmade,red wool hat that made Kamal look a little bit like a lighthouse from further away, but kept him warmer than any other winter hats he ever owned.
Boris rarely ever seemed to wonder wether or not it would be appropriate to give Kamal a gift or not, wether or not anyone looking on would deem it weird or wether or not Kamal was the type of person you’d think of getting a gift like that.
He could easily imagine Boris buying that leather jacket that Kamal saw when he came in, just because Boris’s mind would never even think of how out of place a geek like Kamal would look in it.
Hell, Boris probably sincerely thought Kamal was be cool enough to pull it off, just because that kind of enthusiastic, crazy person was just the type of person Boris was….
The button ups do not provide the distraction he wanted.
He crosses the few steps through the floor to the window, just to look a bit more, really.
Damn thing looks even fluffier up close.
Kamal reaches out towards the little bit of paper hanging from the coats side and flips the tag over in his hand. It’s expensive… but less expensive than he hoped for.
Part of Kamal expected to be hit with a price in the four digits that he would not be able to afford, but, dare he say it, for such good quality the price is… not only reasonable… it’s dirt cheap.
No. NO. It would still be... You do not buy a fancy coat for your BOSS. Socks and ties? Maybe, but a full on coat?
His thumb glides over the smooth fabric as his mind races.
Genuinely, how would he even make this NOT weird?
“Hey doc, I saw this in a window and thought of you. Thought it would fit you. Imagined you in it actually. Like a creep. A creepy creep.”
No, he was going to leave this place right now and not look back.
Kamal slams his car door shut with just a bit more force than needed and sighs.
He drags a hand over his face before gazing at the paper bag next to him with an accusatory look in his eyes.
Damn it.
He couldn’t resist.
Well, then again… he still had the receipt.
And thus he drives off, with an absolutely ridiculous impulse buy for his friend… and himself. Maybe he could become a leather jacket guy after all.
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.
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?
[Image Description: The top half of Mirphy Fotoparat's polaroid photo, showing her eyes, one hand in an L-shape framing the upper right corner, and a wisp of hair. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of an abstract outdoor scene. A yellow sun is at the top center above several snow-capped mountains, and large pink clouds swirl across the piece. At the bottom are drawn daisies and a few loose teeth. A gradient of several smiley faces in dark blue to medium blue run along the left edge of the drawing. Scattered across the image is text reading, "I just want / everyone to be / happy". The background is a pale blue. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of Shadow!Habit sewing a little grinning doll of Dr. Boris Habit. Shadow!Habit is grinning and has three shadowy hands - one holding the doll, one holding a sewing needle and thread, and one holding a doll-sized version of habit's coat. The background is a murky dark blue. End ID.]
[Image Description: Gerry Podunk sitting on a yellow grassy ground making things. He's holding up the metal detector he's made, a stick with a magnet taped to it, along with a roll of duct tape. On the ground around him are a pair of glasses with dark marks scribbled on the lenses, likely home-made sunglasses, a brick decorated to look like a walky-talky or portable radio, and a bill and a few coins. End ID.]
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[Image Description: Digital art of Questionette giving Jerafina Tabouli a haircut. Jerafina is sitting on a pink stool and holding up a handmirror, which she's looking into with a smile; she's happily touching her hair, and she's wearing an orange turtleneck sleeveless dress with a green scalloped stripe at the bottom and a standard stripe around the neckline. Questionette is standing behind Jerafina with a big smile, with one hand behind her back and the other holding up a pair of scissors. She is wearing a yellow long-sleeved shirt and a pink skirt. Behind Questionette is a pink vanity with a large mirror. The room they're in has light blue walls and a white floor. End ID.]
[Image Description: Digital art of Dr. Boris Habit asleep and dreaming of Kamal Bora. Only Habit's head is visible in profile in the drawing, and his hair is spread out with white sparkles and flower doodles in it. The thought bubble that Kamal is in is yellow-toned, with red and orange detailing, along with some heart-shapes and some colallged-on flowers. Kamal is shown sitting with his knees up, smiling and looking to the side, and wearing a green long-sleeved shirt and brown pants. The background of the rest of the drawing is a light purple with a crumpled paper texture, and it has a few dark purple star decals throughout it, along with red text at a few different spots that reads, "Daydream / I dream of you amid the flowers / for a couple of hours / such a beautiful dream / I day dream.....". End ID.]
