Fanfiction I wrote bc I got bored (not humanized) WARNING: if you are offended by object show ships I recommend not reading this, unless you are doing some kind of try not to cringe challenge idk Enjoy I guess, you probably wont because this fan fic is so fucking bad

Since everyone and myself are simps for lightbrush, here is some fluff oneshots. May included my other ships.

<WORK IN PROGRESS> Or perhaps that was just their anger. Paintbrush couldn't really be sure of anything but one thing; they were most definitely taller than Lightbulb, even with the stool she had herself propped up against. "Ha," they said, hissing the words into Lightbulb's face with a sense of triumphant energy and emotion running through their bloodstream. Lightbulb seemed happier than Paintbrush had thought she would, a smile still plastered across her face. The realization that should have hit Paintbrush in the face a while ago just now popped up and sent red-hot anger right through their mind like a thunderbolt went for anything metallic. The goal for Lightbulb was not to prove she was taller than Paintbrush; it was to rile them up. And it was working. Or: a lightbrush office au!! this will be fun rubs hands together

----- ୨୧ ----- ⚠ NOTES ‧₊˚ ┊NOT ROMANTICIZING OBSESSION/YANDERE TROPES ‧₊˚ ┊LIGHTBRUSH (AGAIN) ‧₊˚ ┊INANIMATE INSANITY SCHOOL AU ‧₊˚ ┊FANCOMIC ----- ୨୧ ----- ⚠ WARNINGS (will update the more I work) ‧₊˚ ┊SWEARING ‧₊˚ ┊BLOOD ‧₊˚ ┊JUST MURDER BASICALLY ----- ୨୧ ----- Paintbrush has been pining for their dear best friend for so long. Maybe 3-4 years? This diary can prove it! But why are there so many OBSTACLES in their way? How will Paintbrush deal with them? Read Paintbrush's diary to find out. »-♡→ kinda inspired by A Diary For Painty

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?

Lightbulb and Paintbrush from Inanimate Insanity don't know how to express their feelings for each other. In this story, they find themselves wondering if they should tell the other how they feel. TW: Angst, Fluff, NO SMUT.

Lightbulb is excited for her first night shift at a convenience store next door! What she doesn't know is she'll have an extra hand... An extra head who is just as inexperienced but short tempered.

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-)

Please for the love of god do NOT READ THIS I HATE THIS PEICE OF SHIT SO MUCH (first fanfic I ever wrote )

(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