paintybrush
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lightbulb and paintbrush ii MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE 100% REAL NOT FAKE 😳😳😳😳😳 GONE WRONG GONE SEXUAL
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Everything's better when I'm with You by paintybrush for Apocalypticringe
Fandoms: Inanimate Insanity (Web Series)
06 Oct 2025
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some self insert slop for my lovely beautiful amazing pretty sweet girl, ok? ok...
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Flesher (CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN) by paintybrush
Fandoms: Inanimate Insanity (Web Series)
10 Aug 2025
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i promise this isnt nearly as dark as the tags make it seem!!!!! in fact i plan on it eventually being entirely fluffy and silly
ive been rotating this au in my mind for a couple weeks its time i finally write something for the damn thing
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- Part 1 of The Flesher
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that one song from yo gabba gabba starts playing
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3 is tired
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if i lay down all my cards for you (would you think that's wild?) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Inanimate Insanity (Web Series)
09 Mar 2026
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Paintbrush curls into themselves, the heat blistering under their skin making them practically incoherent, unaware of any sensations outside of their own body. Fabrics of pillows and blankets rub against their overheated skin, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Nothing does. The burning is something that they cannot satisfy, an ache underneath their skin that they were not prepared for.
Going into heat early was not something that Paintbrush had anticipated, but with their negligence regarding taking their suppressants and their current circumstances, maybe they should have. As the community had settled down and everything felt warm and comforting, feelings of domesticity and nesting must have brought on Paintbrush’s heat earlier than scheduled.
OR: Paintbrush goes into heat early, and they can't hide their infatuation with Lightbulb in such a state. (Lightbrush A/B/O AU.)
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- Part 10 of I Majored in Lightbrush
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Marina groans and rubs a tired hand into her eyes. “Let’s just say that the program had a hard time sorting through which packets of data were Pearl’s soul and which were mine, so it… bungled it.”
“Bungled it.”
“Our minds are connected,” Marina mutters, gritting it out. It sounds a lot like your cranky voice. “We’re in sync, let’s say.”
“More than normal,” you snort. “Marina thinks something, and I think it—”
“And Pearl thinks something and I think it. It’s confusing—”
“Confusing and cool—”
“Are you ever normal?” Acht cuts in, leaning back against the wall.
[Or: how to mind meld with the help of the machines.]
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- Part 3 of Second Order