#fellow habiticians

[poppysplace-edits]

pinkie pie stimboard as a birthday gift for @nervoussaladbard <3

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[jestergal]

it's so funny randy is the only fellow habitician you can Genuinely Injure in smile for me

[deliversmiles]

[ Yeah; I’m a weeb with a vocaloid faceclaim in 2019. What are you gonna do? Piss your pants? ]

[souptomatobasil]

Riley, Coyote and Leon at the Habitat!

"Hey, kid, you seen my grandson anywhere? About this high, looks a lot like me, almost always yellin' about somethin'?" "I think he came out this way to look for snakes or somethin' but i haven't heard from him all day." "He has a knack for finding trouble, I'd greatly 'ppreciate it if you let me know if you see him 'round here." "howdy! Didja know there's like a billion snakes out here? It's pretty cool!" "Huh? My gramps? He's worried about me?" "AW HECK I FORGOT TO CALL HIM DIDN'T I? Thanks Flower Pal, here you can have this net! It might help ya catch some critters! I gotta go tell old pops I'm A-Ok! Seeya around!" "If you wanna be friends with someone, try giving them a yellow rose!" "You can give one to each person here if you really want to~" They're made happy if you manage to give a rose to every habitician and then the morning of the big event they're gone, leaving one last rose for you in your room

"Good luck, fellow flower child, I believe in you! - Your Friend, Leon"

[immortalcoelacanth]

Smile for Me Oneshot (Reader x Habit): Make Love, Not War

*crawls out of my writing slump*

I live, and bring forth new reader content! This was inspired big time by a fellow Smile for Me fan I met on Discord, so if you're reading this know that this goes out to you!

Word count: 2563

Summary: The last thing you wanted to do was fight Habit, but you had no choice! Unless…

Thinking back to what Kamal had warned you about when you had first expressed an interest in confronting Habit and his scheme, you were not too sure what to expect. You had assumed the towering man would immediately be hostile, that some sort of fight might break out, a fight of the verbal and mental sort rather than physical, and for you to use your wits to secure victory.

But, toothfully-

…

That gas Habit had hit you with was definitely making thinking significantly tougher than usual at the moment. 

Truthfully, you had been hoping, praying, that you would be able to get out of this without hurting anyone, or being hurt in the process. Hoping that everything would go according to plan. 

Of course, entering Habit’s office and getting gassed, being knocked out, and waking up restrained in some dentist’s chair was the furthest thing from the plan. Essentially being powerless as you were forced to listen to his rambling, only able to nod or shake your head was also something you had not planned for. To see him so… unhinged, to quote Kamal, and so menacing, it was… 

Sad.

It made you sad to see him like this, especially with what you knew about his past. Those diary entries, and that slideshow-

The abuse.

You could see what Kamal meant. Habit’s soft spot, something that drove his horribly twisted need to “help” people, was fading. If you took too long or hesitated, it would be too late. 

And you did not want to think about what too late would mean, and what you would have to do.

Once Habit left, you made your move and broke free, even though it meant using your teeth to get out. 

You… you were going to repress this moment to the furthest corners of your mind, the sight of Habit looming above you in the gloom, the numbness that gave way to panic, fear, and sorrow. The tears that had bubbled up in the corners of your eyes.

 It was a good thing you had dental insurance, too.

After acquiring the mirror and managing to hit the buttons in front of you, occasionally missing due to the lingering dizziness from the gas, the restraints popped open and you were free. From there, it took no time for you to get the door open and stumble out into the lobby-

Directly in front of Habit. 

You honestly had no clue who was more surprised at your sudden appearance, you or him, but the shock you both experienced quickly wore off as a frown crossed Habit’s face. 

“You… You Flower Brat!” He spat as he stepped towards you, his shadow engulfing you. 

Why did he have to be so tall?!

Instinctively, you raised your hands and took a step back. Okay, okay, you had to do something. You had to get him to stop, to calm down, to snap him out of his angered state. Unconsciously, your gaze wandered over to the various signs plastered over the walls. You did still have that glove-

No, no! The last thing you wanted to do was resort to violence! You did not want to hit him!

Knock him onto the fragile, glass balcony behind him… 

You shuddered in horror at the thought of such a horrible outcome. 

Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Just before confronting Habit you had conversed with Jerafina in the Lounge, and gained a very special item in the process. An item that could definitely prove to be useful in this situation. 

So, without warning, you jumped up and kissed Habit. 

It was, thankfully, a gentle kiss. Your lips brushing against his jaw, the only point of his face you could reach even with your jump. You were just so short and he was so… so tall!

And bright red. 

Indeed, the moment after you kissed him, a brilliant blush consumed his face, frown vanishing in an instant. He took a step back in shock, giving you some welcome space, due to the unexpected gesture. 

You… you had kissed him. Not hurt him, insulted him, or done anything cruel to him. 

No vengeance for all the cruel things he had done to you, said about you. 

His mood immediately took a dive as he recalled all the hurt he must have caused you, as well as his employees, the people he was responsible for taking care of and helping. The Habiticians, too, must have been hurt by his actions. He took a step back and looked towards the ground, long fingers knitting together. 

He couldn’t, wouldn’t, look you in the eyes. 

He was too scared to see what he might find. Was that kiss the last of your compassion? Your empathy? Would you mock him? Hurt him much like his father had-

“Flower,” He began, voice shaky as beads of sweat began to roll down his face. “I… You want to stop fighting, yes?” 

You quickly nodded your head, hopeful that you had managed to get your point across. All that was left now was to talk everything out and get Habit smiling again!

“I… see.” The dentist nodded. “Flower, I am… confuzzed. I do not know what to say-”

He cut himself off and let out a quiet, tired sigh. “Perhaps it... would be best if you left. I won’t bother you again.”

Oh, there was no way you would allow things to end like this. Habit was still sad, still hurting, and you refused to stop helping him until you managed to cheer him up. So, you strode over to him and quickly shook your head. 

He would have to carry you out if he wanted you to leave. 

Habit looked exasperated by your refusal and quickly pointed at the open door that led to the lobby. “Out-”

Deciding to take advantage of the gesture, you quickly reached out and tugged on his arm, still shaking your head. He did not move, you were far too weak to actually pull him around, but hopefully it was enough to help him understand that you wanted to talk. Slowly but surely, you managed to navigate Habit towards the ground where you both sat down beside one another. He still looked confused, but at least he had stopped trying to kick you out. 

From your spot on the ground, you carefully pulled on Habit’s arm once more, encouraging him to slowly lay down, his head resting in your lap, his hat falling off in the process, not that he seemed to care about it at the moment. His hair was so soft, so fluffy, but you managed to wrangle your urge to run your fingers through it. He looked up at you in confusion, and you smiled warmly at him while tilting your head to the side. 

A compassionate smile that you hoped conveyed the words you wish you could say, but knew he would never understand. 

It’s okay, you’re safe with me, I promise. 

I won’t hurt you.

You can talk to me.

It was as if a dam broke the moment he saw your smile. Words rushed out of Habit almost faster than you could comprehend, but you were able to keep up. Stories about his childhood, his family, and his pain. The coherency of his speaking fluctuated, and there were times where he started speaking in Russian before switching back to English, but your attention never faltered. 

You nodded, and expressed concern, and occasionally pat the top of his head to help him calm down. 

“Thank you, Flower. It’s nice two be able too talk.” Habit mumbled as he looked up at you. It was obvious he was doing better than before, more stable and calm, but he still was not happy. 

You pouted in annoyance as you tried to figure out a way to cheer him up. You knew you were getting close to what he needed, the conversation had definitely helped, but you just needed a bit more oomph! 

Unfortunately for you, you were unaware of Habit’s amusement towards the endearing and adorable expression on your face. He had never seen such a look before, and it made that smile on his face grow just the slightest bit larger. 

“Flower cutie…”

Immediately a blush took over as you looked off to the side at the compliment. This was unfair! He couldn’t call you that, especially with that almost-smile on his face! He was the one who was adorable, not you! 

Instinctively, flowers started to sprout out of the top of your head, as they always tended to when you were very happy, embarrassed, or startled. Several daisies popped up, petals unfolding and swaying in the momentary breeze. Habit chuckled at your reaction, causing the last flower to bloom. 

Pop!

It resembled a typical lily, although there were some differences. The petals held more of an orange and yellow hue, and seemed to smell nicer than the rest of the flowers. The scent was not overpowering, but it was calming, and while you were unaware of the significance of this new flower, Habit was not. 

He sat upright in surprise, oblivious to you jolting backwards and nearly falling over. By the time you managed to resettle yourself he had turned so he was facing towards you, a hand stretched out in your direction. His eyes were focused not on you, but on the flower sprouting from the top of your head. 

His Lily... 

You were quick to let out a cough, snapping him out of his dazed state. He blinked a couple times before looking down at you, clearly trying to figure out what to say. You looked up, tilting your head to the side and causing the flower to sway in the process. 

Flower… flower… oh, that’s right! 

You held your hands up, before quickly rummaging around in your bouquet. With all the chaos, interactions, and people you needed to help you had completely forgotten about planting the Erythronium seed Millie had given you. It was tooth shaped, which made it seem like the seed had a connection to Habit, especially since Millie had found it in the Habitat. Upon locating the item, you grinned victoriously and held it up for Habit to see. 

His jaw dropped, unintentionally exposing far more teeth than you wanted to see. You suppressed your winced and quickly thrust the item in his direction, your intentions clear. 

Take it.

As though he were handling glass, Habit carefully accepted the seed and looked it over, a gentle, genuine smile crossing his face. 

He looked so cute!!!

“Do you kno what this is?” Habit asked. You shook your head and tilted it to the side to show your interest, and the dentist was quick to answer your unspoken question. 

An explanation about the Tooth Lily, the importance of the flower, and how challenging it could be to grow it. It dawned on you that perhaps the reason why the Tooth Lily had bloomed atop your head now had to deal with that kiss you and Habit had shared… 

Something that you wanted to do again. 

You blushed once more and looked off to the side, quietly frustrated with how emotional you were being at the moment. You were just so… so flustered! The fact that Habit was so cute, and warm, and how safe you would feel if he wrapped his arms around you-

Pop! Pop! Pop!

As more flowers bloomed, you hid your face in your hands to hide from your shame. You were faintly aware of Habit shifting so he was sitting a bit closer to you, that bubblegum smell growing stronger. Curious as to what he was doing, you looked up-

Just in time for Habit to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

Immediately, another Tooth Lily bloomed and you swore you were going to pass out with all the blood rushing to your face. However, before you could respond and attempt to get back your dignity, the sound of the door to the lobby opening caught both your attention. 

Kamal had, apparently, decided to check up on you, probably since you had been with Habit for so long and to make sure nothing bad happened. You appreciated the compassionate gesture, even if it did nothing but make you feel more flustered. 

It seemed as though he was just as flustered as you were, a blush appearing on his face as he started to sweat. Habit was silent, appearing to be completely stunned by the appearance of his ex assistant. 

“Erm, uh,” Kamal stuttered as he retreated back to the lobby. “I’ll just be waiting out here for you guys! T-Take your time!” 

As Kamal vanished from sight, kicking up a trail of dust in his wake, Habit let out a distressed noise and reached towards him, as if trying to get him to come back. Of course, by the time he moved it was far too late for Kamal to have noticed his gesture. Like a wilting flower, Habit visibly drooped in disappointment and sorrow. Concerned, you reached out and took hold of one of his hands, rubbing slow, gentle circles into the back of it. 

“... I hurt so many people.” He said after a couple moments of silence, sounding completely worn down and exhausted. “Kamal, Wallus…” 

He nervously picked at his sleeve with his free hand, his anxiety growing. Would any good come from him apologizing? Kamal had to hate him at this point, and even if you seemed to be alright with him, the kissing certainly helped to soothe those fears, who knew if the same could be said for everyone else? 

You frowned to yourself. He was starting to spiral again, losing that light you had seen in his eyes. Apologies were definitely going to be awkward, but they needed to happen, for the sake of Habit and those he had hurt. 

You pushed yourself up so you were standing in front of him and held out a hand. He appeared confused for a moment before slowly placing his hand in yours. Rather than pulling him up like he expected you would, you turned his hand over, palm facing up, and slowly traced letters into it.

Letters that formed words.

Words that made a sentence. 

I’ll help you.

His eyes went wide as he looked up at you, stunned at the offer. You were quick to trace out more words, internally agonizing over how long the process was taking. Perhaps when you got out of here you could encourage Habit and the others to learn a bit of sign language since nodding and shaking your head only went so far. 

Or at least carry a notebook around to write in.

Everyone deserves to be happy, and that includes you. You might not be able to fix everything you did, but apologizing is a good place to start.

You gestured for him to stand up as well and then pointed towards the lobby. Kamal had been hurt the worst out of everyone and was the most deserving of an apology, so he would be the best person to start with.

As Habit stood up to join you, you leaned forward and pressed one last kiss against his cheek, your touch spelling out one final sentence. 

I believe in you. 

And in the end your belief, your support, was what Habit needed most. 

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I, like the reader, am an immense simp for Habit hugs, but then again I just crave hugs in general XD

I hope you all enjoyed reading!

- ImmortalCoelacanth

[edelfliss]

Smile for me week day 4: Smile

Hana Lily is reclusive, to say the least.  She starts off being very quiet and closed off during her first few days/weeks at the Habitat, mostly due to her near crippling anxiety (she relates to Kamal big time in that respect).  But the more she interacts with and helps out her fellow Habiticians, the more she starts to slowly come out of her shell, and the more her smile grows.

(Do not use or repost my art, please.)

[lillithenettix]

Part 1

Part 2/?

Part 3

Flower Kid was attending the customer that was browsing the shop and inquiring about flowers and bouquets. They did notice Boris becoming quieter since he is usually such a chatterbox around them. Sometimes he still had little mood-swings that like that come and go though. They thought it best to let him be for some minutes and check in with him when they close the shop. Maybe it will blow over, or he will untangle whatever he is mulling over by himself. He’s been doing that in the recent months. Handling whatever problems he has in a healthy manner. Granted it took him some time to get there, but they were proud of him nonetheless.

Read the rest of the fic under the cut!

There’s ten more minutes until closing time. The last customer just left so they started closing up for the day, doubting any more people will be in need of flowers for today. There wasn’t lots to do, really- cleaning the floor, putting the money away, and watering the flowers in need of it. As they finished the chores, they locked the shop up. Boris still looked to be in a sour mood, with his back turned towards them. When they put the keys away they turned to check on the former dentist but before they could take a step towards Boris, a silent figure slightly taller than them passed by, directly towards the mulling man. 

Ah, Trencil!

Wait, Trencil? He came by just yesterday to buy some flower seeds and purple hyacinths. What brings him here today? Well, judging how he completely ignored them and continued forth towards Boris who is directly in his line of sight it probably has something to do with him. Oh no, did Trencil come by for a casual visit only to see the ex-villain hanging around?

They can imagine most of the ex-habiticians harboring some animosity towards the guy. They never really asked. They spoke about Boris only if others initiated the topic, actually. Maybe they should’ve tossed in a ‘Boris is doing so well these days, he’s so nice’ and ‘He cried watching the animal planet and spent the next day feeding all the stray kittens in the area, what a thoughtful guy’. Okay, maybe that would make them seem like they’re trying too hard, but still. It would’ve been better than saying nothing.

Trencil’s fast-paced walking made Flower Kid feel a bit uneasy. He wasn’t about to go one-on-one on a seven foot four giant dude, right? They quickly dismissed the thought. If anything, Trencil would give him a stern talking to, perhaps in a passive-aggressive manner, and Boris would run and cover rather than fight back anyway. They shouldn’t underestimate the vampire, he didn’t live all those centuries to not gain some wisdom.

Trencil was just a step away from Boris when Flower Kid decided to intervene anyway. Better safe than sorry. Before they could open their mouth Trencil paused and turned towards them as if sensing their distress, extending one finger up to his lips with a mischievous smile painting his face.

Well that was something new. The purple hyacinth he bought yesterday was adorning his ear. They knew he liked flowers but this was a first. Before they had time to react Trencil spun around and silently took the step remaining to reach Boris. He slowly and gently put both hands on Boris’ shoulders, as if to not startle him which didn’t stop him from flinching anyway.

Boris did hear Flower Kid locking up the shop. He wasn’t completely unobservant, but what he didn’t hear was someone approaching him. When he felt two hands land on him in what almost felt like a soft embrace, he was surprised to say the least. What he did know though was that it wasn’t Flower Kid. The hand was too big, with what felt like pointy fingernails lightly poking him through his shirt.

Before he had the chance to turn his head and see who the mystery person was he felt something pressed against his cheek. It was a delicate touch, but pleasant. Only when he felt and heard the faint smack of lips against his face did he realize it was a kiss. He wanted to melt into it. It’s been so long since he received his last kiss. Instead, the confusion kept him grounded for the moment.

Wait, a kiss? Not that he didn’t love those but who in the world would give one to him. While stunned he felt the other person letting him go and moving away with Boris lightly following their movement, not quite wanting to lose the touch just yet. He heard the person lightly fiddling with something.

When he finally turned his head to face the mysterious figure he felt something being pushed behind his ear, lightly tangling into his curls. Saying that he was shocked to make eye contact with Trencil of all people would be an understatement. They looked at each other for just long enough for Boris to make out a playful smile of the others face.

Without waiting for Boris to break out of his stupor, the vampire turned back towards Flower Kid and walked away, his cape fluttering behind him.

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To be honest, Trencil found the Habitat sketchy since the very beginning. The website for it was… unique, to say the least. Either this ‘Habit’ guy was barely literate, or he thought broken English was a cute way to be endearing. The whole stay is also free. Nothing is ever free. He lived long enough to know that. None of these things inspired him to seek happiness in a place like that but alas, his daughter insisted. Maybe ‘insisted’ was a strong word for it. She aggressively implied that she will go there no matter what and if he really wants to go too he can join her. Though the way she said it felt more like a command. So of course he came with her.

Checking in was an experience by itself. Escorted in by a decent fellow named Kamal, he started feeling a bit better about coming here. The boy was a bit too talkative for him, but at least Nat enjoyed the short chat she had, and he was pleasantly professional. Just like he expected from a doctor, or rather a doctor’s assistant. He brought them into a waiting room with colorful walls, posters, and graffiti. Some minutes later he announced Dr. Habit was ready to see them.

When they both stood up to enter what Trencil assumed was an office, something inside grabbed Kamal’s attention. He gave a thumbs up pointed into the office, and turned to address Trencil and his daughter.

“One at a time, ‘kay? ‘S just to fill out a simple form before I show ya to your rooms.” He gave a polite smile, as if to show there is no need to worry.

That was unusual. Nat is clearly a child, barely thirteen, so far he was always there to help her fill out with any forms if she needed it. Maybe it is a doctor thing. He decided to enter the room first. That way he will be able to check the waters, see if he should just take his daughter and leave. He’d rather his daughter is annoyed with him over it, than putting her in danger.

Meeting Habit left him dumbfounded. When you live for as long as he does, becoming speechless is something you think you can not experience anymore. Yet here he was, about five minutes into what felt like an interview, not being able to say a word to the sobbing man behind the main desk.

It started pretty normally. They exchanged greetings, Habit asked how he was, then they went on to talk about ‘how’s and ‘why’s. Somewhere along the line of explaining to Habit his reasons for checking in and how it is because of fatherhood, the doctor took over the conversation. With each sentence it turned more into Habit pouring out his life story, talking about his family, and his father. Towards the end he was crying and, frankly, all Trencil could do was watch and listen.

This was not a man that could help anyone. He was in need of help himself, if anything. He should just take Nat and go back home. He really should. No more of this nonsense.

As he was about to stand up and leave Habit turned his gaze to him, and Trencil froze. He felt like he could see through his eyes straight to his heart. So much sadness for such a young person. Maybe not young for a human, but for someone as old as Trencil? The doctor did not seem much older than a child.

His legs suddenly felt heavy. He felt no responsibility for him, yet he felt that leaving the man to suffer by himself would eat away at his conscience. He has his daughter’s love to worry about, not the mental health of some stranger who he met just minutes ago. But his heart did not let the low whimpers leaving Habit be ignored.

So he ended up staying. Pitying the doctor enough to stay, but not enough to do anything about it himself. Maybe Trencil was not as great and amazing as he hoped with his plenty years of experience.

Now, a year later, he and Nat each received a letter. They wondered who it was from, but as soon as they saw the drawings covering the letters they figured it was from the big green guy himself.

Honestly, he had half a mind to just throw it away. While his teeth were still intact, it wasn’t a secret among the ex-habiticians what went down on the day of the big event. But thinking back on everything- Habit crying, his diary, the pain he saw in him whenever they came across each other before he started hiding away in his office… Maybe he should at least give it a read.

The doctor did apologize in the chatroom Kamal invited everyone to. He said he was doing better, backed up by Kamal and the Flower Child. If those two who were wronged the most by the man forgave him, even vouched for him, then surely it would not be fair to not give him a chance at redemption.

Reading the letter, Trencil made up his mind. He will give him a chance.

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the fic is kinda split into two parts, i hope it isnt confusing! the first part is what going on right now, the second part is basically how trencil checked into the habitat and how he reacted to the letter :’)

anyway, i like to hc boris as a big softie who is touch-starved

[yugsly]

SMILE FOR ME SHIRTS ARE LIVE, FELLOW HABITICIANS!! They're available in a nice range of colors and sizes! https://teespring.com/stores/smile-for-me

[neon-the-griffinfox]

“I have turned myself into a pickle, O flower delivery youth! Ta-da! Big reveal: I am now a pickle. What do you think about that? I have turned myself into a pickle! W-what are you just staring at me for, my friend? I have turned myself into a pickle, O fellow Habitician!”

[teeth-lillies]

Ronbo teaches Millie how to juggle and automatically regrets it because she gets overly aggressive

HehdjdBEJS

This was meant to be a nice bonding experience and now a juggling skittle has knocked out a fellow Habitician

[imagine-happy-things]

Can I get some Trencil and Nat being a family for a reader? Just some headcanons? Jdndbdjej I think Trencil would love to have more kids.

Absolutely! I appolagize for taking so long to get to these, October is a busy month for me. The reader is kept as gender neutral for this one!

When you initially came to the habitat, you weren't really sure what you expected. You had gone there out of desperation. You didn't really have anywhere else to go, and had found out about the habitat through a flyer you found on your way home one night. You had taken the gamble and decided to go there, and oddly enough, had found it to be exactly what you needed. 

But now, here you stood at the gates of the habitat, preparing to leave. You almost didn't want to leave, you had grown close to the fellow habiticians who you had lived alongside. There were two you had grown particularly close to; Trencil Varnia and Nat Vancey, a moody teenage girl and her vampire father. When you had first shown up to the habitat, you were alone and confused about what exactly was happening. But the father daughter duo had shown you the utmost kindness and helped you through your time at the habitat. The three had grown close, like a family, but now your time was over and you had to finally say goodbye. 

You would like to say that you walked through the door with your head held high and a stride of confidence in your step, but in reality you were fighting back tears as you made your way out of the habitat. Everyone had gathered outside of the gates, talking and giving their final goodbyes. 

You approached Trencil and Nat, who looked like they were talking to Trevor. Or rather, Trevor was talking to them. They both looked less than impressed by whatever his latest conspiracy was. Nat looked almost relieved when she day you coming over. She said something to Trevor who then got an embarrassed look on his face and ran off. 

"ugh, he is like, totally weird. You don't just ask someone to prom in front of your dad. Like, who does that?" 

Trencil couldn't help but crack a light smile at his daughters disdain towards the boy. It made you happy to see they were finally getting along with each other. Family was important after all. 

Family… Something you had always wished you had.

Trencil seemed to notice that the expression on your face had fallen to one of sadness. 

"My my dearest y/n, what ever is the matter?" asked trencil. 

You give a small smile, trying to hide what was bothering you. 

"oh y'know, I'm just going to miss this place. I made so many friends here and I'm kinda sad to see em all go."

"It's understandable, I am a bit sad to see everyone leave as well," trencil said before reaching into his cloak and pulling something out. You weren't entirely sure where I pulled it from his cloak didn't appear to have any pockets. Maybe it was just some of his vampire magic.

"we got you like, a going away gift. 'Cuz we think your like, cool or whatever, " Nat said. "well, dad picked it out since he knows stuff about flowers or whatever, I just wrote my name on the card."

Trencil then handed you a small bundle of forget-me-not delicately wrapped in paper to form a bouquet. 

You couldn't hold the tears back anymore. The kind gesture is what set you over the edge as tears began to form and drip from your eyes. 

"oh my! Are you alright?" trencil asked as he grew concerned about you. 

"y-yeah I just-" you sniffled and wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt. "you guys are just so kind and I don't want to leave you and i- i-" 

"Hey dude, don't get upset," Nat said, though her normal 'edgy teen' attitude seemed to have dropped. "it's not like we're going to be gone forever. We can still like, keep in touch and stuff."

"it's not just that, I don't exactly have anywhere to go after this! I came to the habitat because I thought it could be a place for me to go. I guess I just didn't consider that it would have to end eventually." 

Trencil and Nat glanced at each other. It was almost as if the two could read each other's minds. Trencil was the first to speak. 

"My dear, we would be happy to host you at our humble home. We do have a spare room you could occupy after all."

"Yeah and I have like, spare blankets and stuff you could use." Nat gave a slight shrug. It was clear she was trying to play it off cool. "So you like, wanna stay with us or whatever?" 

A small smile crossed your face at the kind offer. You couldn't help but burst into tears again, but for a much happier reason this time. 

[poppysplace-edits]

"i fucking made it!" a lucretia playlist as a surprise gift for @melonkittii

touchy feely fool / ajr

the bureau / gerard way

this will end / the oh hellos

game shows touch our lives / the mountain goats

memory bound / don mcginnis

punisher / phoebe bridgers

historians / lucy dacus

same as cash / the mountain goats

paint's peeling / rilo kiley

reunion / indigo girls

[coulrology]

Jumped on the bandwagon and made a Habitician-sona!!

She came to the Habitat to work on her social skills which, of course, didn’t go as planned. Her quest would probably take time, with her locked up in her room at the start, but after a few days she warms up to Flower Kid, so she finally agrees to go down and mingle with her fellow habiticians. Which then leads to her secondary quest because surprise!! You find her cooped up on the stairs freaking out because she has no idea how to hold a conversation. Sooo Flower Kid goes to Trencil and introduces her to him and they hang out in the shadows together, enjoying each other's company without having to talk much which makes her happy :-)

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26 for Trencil and Habit dweeb

26. Tell your hcs about (person asking must specify a character).

Oh geez, well, here we go.

Trencil:

-He can have a very short temper

-Gets huffy about people touching his hair

-Talks to plants when he has a problem, especially when it involves his daughter and his struggles with parenting

-Doesn't like to make eye contact if he can help it

-Has a gentle touch, almost like he's scared of hurting people or like he doesn't know how to touch things/people

-Unsure 24/7 but will give everything his damn best shot

-Is definitely the type of dad to embarrass his daughter, whether he realizes it or not

-Picks at/messes with his nails

-"It's too early for this" "It's 2 in the afternoon" "I know what I said"

-The "how do you do fellow kids" meme

-Although he's a little annoyed by Trevor, he still humors him sometimes.

-Extensive haircare and shower routine, but sometimes forgets to shower. What day did he take his last one? Yesterday? The day before? Who knows? He sure doesn't.

-"Nat how does dialup work"

-Anyone: *does anything* Trencil: "Gross".

-Prefers one on one conversations and easily gets annoyed/overstimulated when too many people are around and has to step out

-Isn't too great with comforting words due to his disliking of talking to people, but is getting better. Can offer advice, but often feels awkward when people seek help because he can't think of what's right to say. He would, in turn, be alright with offering his presence and letting someone know he's at least there for them

Habit:

-Still uncomfortable with showing his teeth; His smile will sometimes disappear if he notices he's smiling too much or pretends to lean against his arm to hide his mouth behind his sleeve

-I want to believe he owns a flower shop or something similar after the end of SFM, don't rob me of my happiness, let him be happy you fools

-In contrast to Trencil, he's extremely clumsy and has...below average dexterity because of his hands(claws?)

-Unsure if the Habiticians forgive him for what he tried to do, but doesn't expect them to. He's ready to accept the consequences of his actions, even if it hurts

-"Wait why are you walking away? Is it because I gave you a kiss with the puppet? Please come back I won't do it again, wait—"

-Likes nice clothes

-A ball of nerves, constantly worried about overstepping boundaries and losing any friends he made. Tries to hide it behind a calm, almost melancholic face.

-Flowers for gifts for everyone! Probably sends Flowerchild and other Habiticians flowers, no matter where they are

-Likes to recieve postcards

-Adding onto the nice clothes thing, that doesn't mean he has the best taste in fashion

-A hairbrush? I barely know her.

-Gives the best hugs. Like seriously. Look at those arms! He probably doesn't know how to respond to affection or attention at first though, but he definitely appreciates it and needs it!

-Brush your teeth or you'll make the doctor sad :-(

-Talks to himself around the house and the office, varying from mumbling to full on conversations.

-Probably snorts a little when he laughs

-An absolute gentleman. Will give you his coat if you even remotely seem cold, whether you like it or not

-Still incredibly unstable. Most likely suffers from anxiety; Please get him some therapy. He needs to work out all of that trauma.

-Can switch from quiet and gentle to an absolute eccentric buffoon in an instant.

-Doodles on whatever papers he has in front of him, especially when he's in deep thought or can't think at all.

[xxjayjabbersxx]

JIMOTHAN BOTCH / READER

 Oh, OH MAN. I hope I did this justice, I, didn’t really have a jumping off point so I just went for it!

Here you go Anon, Some Jimothan Botch x Reader

This is going to be set during the game, and you are not FK in this, but rather, a fellow Habitician!

If i get a request to do so I will continue this, otherwise it will remain as one chapter!

Rating: General Audiences

How many days have you been here, in the Habitat? Had it been only days? Was it more easily measured by weeks? You can’t tell, really. You spend most of your time here in the lounge, drinking and listening to the music filtering through the jukebox. How old was that thing, you wonder. Well no matter, it worked just fine, and that was the important part. 

You didn’t talk much, to anyone. Sometimes that Jerafina woman would strike up conversation with you, but that was mostly you listening as she went on about one thing or another. It was nonsense a lot of the time. That or you just couldn't understand what in the world she was trying to get across. 

Sometimes, when you ordered a drink, you’d find yourself conversing with the nice man behind the bar. Sure he was a little odd, seemingly high strung with a lot going on, but he was actually easy to talk to. Maybe that was just who he was as a person, being a bartender and all. Those types tended to be easy conversationalist, came with the territory. 

There was something about him you really liked, besides the conversation. Maybe it was his hair? His Mustache? Or maybe it was just the way he talked with such passion. It didn’t really matter, you just liked being around him. You don’t remember when you noticed, but he was being friendlier with you recently, not that he was ever unfriendly, just that he was being even nicer than before. He smiled at you more. Laughed at your jokes with more gusto. Even threw in a drink on the house every now and again. And you swear you caught him winking at you once or twice as he slid the drink across the counter, your fingertips brushing for the briefest of moments. 

You really liked Jimothan, and if you were reading him right, Jimothan really liked you. God, you hoped you were reading him right. If not, what you were about to do next would be utterly embarrassing. You walked up to the bar, like usual. Well maybe not like usual, you tried to put some confidence to your step, shoulders up, chest out. You placed an arm on the bar as Jimothan looked at you. 

“And what can I get you today y/n?” The man met you with the same old greeting, a smile on his lips as he does so. “The usual?” You shake your head slightly. 

“No, actually today, I was wondering if I could get a bit of your time?” The second the words left your mouth you felt panic. Oh god that sounded so weird out loud… you were about to backpedal when you caught a wider smile on Jimothan’s lips. 

“I give you my time every day, but I suppose your asking for something more.” He said wiping a glass clean before placing it on the counter with a light thunk. 

“Oh uh, I’m sorry if that was too forward I-“

“Oh no don’t apologize.” He said looking up at you. He then started to fill the glass with familiar liquids. “I’d actually love to give you more of my time.” Once finished, he slid the drink over to you. “Why don’t you drink that up while I clean the bar and we can go do something?” He grinned.

Dumbfounded you pick up the drink, then a smile creeps across your lips. “Y-yeah. Perfect.” Your smile grew bigger and somewhat goofy, but you happily walked back to your table and watched Jimothan get ready, the two of you exchanging happy and playful glances the whole time. 

[gemstone-gynoid]

Oh i forget. Is Trencil working for habit as the gardener or is he just a fellow habitician?