Blogging Sanity -- Take #1 (Inanimate Insanity AU.)
  • LETTURE 675
  • Voti 69
  • Parti 9
  • Tempo 38m
  • LETTURE 675
  • Voti 69
  • Parti 9
  • Tempo 38m
In corso, pubblicata il nov 23, 2024
BIG TWS!!!!


- DETAILED VIOLENCE (?)
- SWEARING
- SH
- BLOOD 

(hehhe.. this is the au im remaking, woo!)

after being sent back to hotel oj, what would fan do? test tube continued to so science, paintbrush well. painted. and lightbulb was there to cheer others up! fan had already taken up blogging, and was unsuprisingly, sucsessful at it. when views went low, fan wanted to try out new things for his viewers to rile in more views to his vlog, he decides to log down his 'new' decisions in content through the acts of violence. even though hes hesitant about it, he carries on for the 'view factor'.

also i really apologize if sometimes the chapters seem out of character.. mostly in the more violent scenes, characters might break character or their usual personalities, mostly because i haven't done proper observations on some characters of inanimate insanity, so if some characters like balloon, soap, ying yang, etc seem out of character throughout the fic, i apologize in advance lol..

although this fic mainly focuses on fanbrush, there will be other ships to! like fan x test tube, nickel x baseball, nickel x balloon, bow x marsh x apple, and some other mini ship interactions!! (some small lightbrush interactions you would count as lightbulb x paintbrush)

also there is some self projection in this AU, alongside some mini references to other things like games or shows, or small inside jokes with some of my friends online!,
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