TW// This fic includes topics of Gender Dysphoria and Depression. Reader discretion is advised Paintbrush is a 16 year old dropout music artist with a dream to become mainstream. Even though they may have the skills, do they have the willpower to get through their journey alone?

Disclaimer! This is my first fanfic, so please bear with me. Paintbrush is your average coffee shop barista. They live a minimal, simplistic life and enjoy it that way. But what would happen if their schedule was thrown off by a new, and oddly energetic employee? Will they be able to balance their life from work? Can they keep themselves from getting evicted from their apartment? And most of all, why is the new employee kinda enduring? This is a humanized Inanimate Insanity fic, with the ships, Lightbrush and Fantube, The storyline and cover art belongs to me! The characters and Inanimate Insanity belong to Adam Katz

A collection of oneshots for I.I ships that will be updated once a day until Valentines day! I'm not taking requests. This is all fluff, no NSFW. [HUMANIZED] All characters and Inanimate Insanity belong to Adam Katz.

(Photo credit to B1rdBra1ned) With lightbulb back, Painty's been having some strange feelings. And apparently, so is lightbulb. Is something wrong with her? She been so... uneasy lately. Will painty confess, or will they stay the comfort friend? Find out next time on TOTAL DRAMA ISL- wait wrong show

[HUMANIZED!] "...Alright, does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on," Paintbrush yelled sternly, rubbing their temples to stave off an incoming headache. "THERE'S A DEMON! THERE'S A DEMON IN THE DORM PAINTBRUSH!" Fan screamed, pointing his lightsaber (where did he even get that?) at the floor, swinging it around and nearing throwing it several times, his grip on the handle unsteady. Paintbrush turned their attention to the end of Fan's lightsaber, and on the floor was a small Cellar Spider, not completely motionless but certainly not hostile. I should've expected this, Paintbrush thought hopelessly, rolling their eyes. I am rooming with five-year-olds. . . OR: Paintbrush doesn't know if they'll pass their first year of college; their new dormmates certainly aren't helping. (A Lightbrush college AU.) This fic contains humanized characters, swearing, and the ships fantube and lightbrush. Cross-posted on ao3 under the same alias. [I do not own Inanimate Insanity or any of the characters from it. This work is fan-made.]

The more they hang out, the more they realize how much they love her. Paintbrush doesn't know why they feel the warmth in their cheeks and the butterflies in their stomach. Maybe she's the reason for it? If they get confidence and maybe a bit of persuasion (from literally everyone), will they be able to confess? Join Paintbrush's adventures dying and being flustered by being near their short, glass friend! Inspired by smth on instagram I forgot the person's name tho (This doesn't have any plot, I just did it for fun. i think-)