#Lightbulb bringing cool things to Paintbrush>>

[ii-thelightseekers]

[This little critter is surprised she's holding them while RUNNING but actually doesn't seem to mind it-] —Web_Bug

(This is a response to the ask where Web_Bug was briefly mentioned)

💡-This is my friend Paintbrush! Paintster’s not from around here but they’re really cool!!

[microknifeyuri]

Redesign of my Fan gijinka! Look at this guy!

So, on extra data about him:

- He is a peacock hybrid! As the ref says, he used to have wings (they were pretty much the same pattern as his tail), but he lost them due to the effect that the game had on him. He does have a good part of them intact, but they're too little for him to fly/navigate, so he hides them and uses the prosthetics that Test Tube made for him instead. But he didn't bring those in Invitational, since he genuinely thought that they were going to a Spoiled Lemon concert.

- He has scars on his body due to the game and also the shimmers as well.

- He's bisexual, genderqueer and polyamorous.

- The star necklace he has is from Test Tube, he got a bracelet that glows from Lightbulb, and after s2 ended, once Paintbrush and him grew closer + he matured, he got a purple bracelet from them. He also got a piece of yellow cloth from Suitcase in the cave challenge.

- He doesn't have sharp teeth. It is a rare case amongst hybrids, but Fan is pretty chill about it.

- His tail pattern is formed by hearts and some diamonds.

- He has Spoiled Lemon merch on s3.

- He does have more II merch, but he usually has it on his bag or puts them on the cabins where they rest, but post s2, after his interest for the show cooled down a bit, he stopped wearing so much about it.

- This is more of a me type of thing while redesigning him but, he really just gives off lil guy + dad energy here.

- Of course, on early s2, he was slightly skinnier and didn't have those scars. But post s2, he's pretty comfortable with himself, so it shows through how he looks like. He let his hair grow and started using comfier clothes.

Art tags:

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[pankielovesfan]

im a bit attached to fanbrush rn and i really like how u characterize them,,.,. i would love to hear any like indepth stuff abt their dynamic and yk Ship that u have in mind ,,.., Heh :3

AA YAY FANBRUSH!!!!! THANK U I LOVE THEMM SO BADDDD AAHH

Not sure what tone of depth ud want but ill seeeee if i can get myself to ramble about anythinge

I love episodes 7 and 10 for them so bad and especially like how different yet similar their view on reality is.... like how Fan is so disconnected and just Watching reality and trying to find patterns and predicting reality and seeing it as just a show while Paintbrush is living in that reality actively trying to make sense of it... They both care about the order of things, but in different ways that conflict each others ideals. i think both of them want control and stability and to understand their surroundings but Fan is using a different coping mechanism for his desire of control and understanding, one which Paintbrush feels is unfair. They're both similar in that they kind of rely on themselves a lot and assume they know more than others. Paintbrush sees themselves as kind of the only sense of the world, also trying to take on that responsibility, while Fan always thinks hes sooo right about things. i feel like they have a similar attitude towards being confused and uncertain about unpredictability being why they're both kind of taking lightbulb’s ideas for granted and not understanding her at the start of season 2 (Paintbrush learnt to understand her, Fan hasn't yet so not sure what he currently feels for her)

I've always loved how Fan was so convinced he was right in episode 7, Paintbrush also being convinced they were right but expressing it differently of course, and how he later on realizes Paintbrush's insight to the show might be right after panicking about the loss of structure in the game, and then like freaking the fuck out about it. I also love how HAPPY paintbrush is that fan finally respects them, like hearing an apology from FAN of all people... But the fun thing is how it stuck with him, bringing up how Paintbrush understood there was "more" to the game in a way he didn’t when talking to Suitcase. It feels like he didn't have that much respect for Paintbrush at first, but then later gained that respect for their perspective…

I also have thought about how they're both kind of having feelings about themselves being misunderstood or different but going about it a bit differently. Paintbrush has had a hard time feeling respected because of how little consideration people had for them in like every season, and just wishing for people to understand them. Fan on the other hand feels similar specifically about being more of an outcast and not really being noticed or recognized by others, but instead he's more like... I'm built different... I'm not like other girls! So while they both feel some kind of alienation, Fan has more confidence in it and disregards others, seeing his weirdness as more dignified. But they're both like "I have importance and people fail to acknowledge it, but I know I am a very dedicated, impressive person."

Also fan low empathy and pb high empathy is soo cool <3 Most of their differences is centered on ideals, how Paintbrush is compassionate for other people while Fan’s more focused on himself and compassionate about his own interests.

For when they are roommies… It's kind of nice for Paintbrush to hang around someone who doesn't really care much for others i thinnkkk it could put them at ease with how much THEY care… but of course still being really easily annoyed by his insensitivity in most contexts. I think being his roommate would open them up to a lot of his feelings, whether Fan intends it or not, especially when he first arrived at the hotel in tears. i think it'd be something to put Paintbrush at ease in just generally understanding Fan's way of processing things as a person even if Fan doesn't really care that much back it's something that's important for Paintbrush.

For Fan I feel like his understanding and care for Paintbrush is gradual, with the starting point of having respect for their perspective of the show and I think that part in ep 11 is what really changed his mind about Paintbrush, even expressing guilt and regret on his blog for being ignorant of their views when reflecting on it.

Headcanon territory but I love thinking about Paintbrush frequently getting cuteness aggression for Fan… where hes doing something annoying but endearing and theyre shaking their fists trying not to strangle him to death… Fan is oblivious to this he’d be like are u constipated Paintbrush whats going on. Theyd probably sometimes feel very overwhelmed with joy and scoop him up in a hug like they used to do with him in s2 and Fan haaates being startled like that he stiffens up completely. Once he figures out how to communicate his boundary with Paintbrush (fan being weird about establishing things abt himself) theyd start asking him before doing it which Fan would Enjoy ❤️ loves these two. I think their arguing and bickering would start to become a bit of a comforting routine at times. Ok this is way too long im ending it here i love fanbrush bye

[questionable-chnt-hc]

okay so im not sure if i should do this on confessions or here on head canons, but i want to bring up my au. ive made a few posts on it already, but inanimate insanity x chnt. now im not sure how many people are in both the osc and chnt fandoms, but i know there are some.

but trust me theres actually a bunch of similar stuff in both of these stories!

sorry to all the non object show peeps while i talk about objects with limbs and a face lol </3

anways this might be long

sydney would be microphone because they can both be a lot for some people, they secretly meet up with someone in the woods, and is being manipulated by that someone.

jedidiah would be test tube because i feel like she would be the type of person to stay up super late working on a project and ignore everyone else, although not an architect, she isnt into all the sciencey stuff and she does build stuff, sooo.

elijah would be taco, theyre both that said person from before in the woods, theyve also been stalking at main cast for a little while now, and get the character to join their team for their advantage

adam would be mephone, idk they just give off the same vibes and i feel like he would have semi good relationship advice.

rowan would be candle, with all the magical stuff with her i feel like that would go well with the visions, plus shes kinda black coded :p

juniper would be silver spoon because 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧 BRITISHHH 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧 and yeah similar vibes tbh

marisol would be lightbulb for starters theyre both silly and goofy, and then theyre both canonically trans fem.

salem would be paintbrush, mainly because lightbulb x paintbrush is like the biggest ship, but they also have similar vibes too (also tulip would be their pet crab baxter!)

joshua would be balloon for being the scrawny type and can be annoying to others.

yvonne would be knife because they poke fun at people sometimes but really dont mean it badly, similar vibes once again, and knife canonically does play video games so!

sorin would be ying-yang for being little evil goobers, more similar vibesss (how many times will i say that???)

lucielle would be tea kettle, a little weird now that tust tube and her are mother and daughter in this au now, but yeah. anyways they can both be the kind mother-ish like person, but also can get angry quick, especially if you make a wrong move with them.

and for matthew box 😇

anyways yeah, sorry if this is wayyy long, but im having a lot of fun with this au and i thought i would share it here! especially when i figured out the whole elijah and taco thing i freaked out because the similarities, and then i figured out the parallel versions for each of the characters.

welp sorry once again to non object show peeps, especially if this blog runner knows nothing about them, but hopefully you seen my vision with this because YEAH

I’ve never seen the show this is from but this sounds super cool!!

[nonadjacent]

anyway a ii3e9 live reaction at 12 am after being sleep-deprived because i hate my life so much

//SPOILERS HELLO

bowbot being a separate entity from spirit bow we love it

the first instance of seeing lightbulb in season 3 after she’s stuck at season 2 (aka hell /hj)

i feel like if i come out to goo and share my preferred name and pronouns he’d literally be all “Y’ALL THIS IS SALEM THEY GO BY THEY/THEM USE THOSE PLEASE!!!!”

too close to heart mephone shaking my fucking head

the whole months worth of animation joke made me flashback to me crying in ii2s14 all “WHEN DO WE GET NO TRAUMA OBJECTS” my prayers were not answered

okay can i say managing the money in anything sucks unless it’s simple budgeting like going to plan out the bills or so; i was literally scolded (an understatement) for not taking note of how much had been used up for our personal project

personal headcanon that floor can just summon things through his mouth like where did that thumbs up paper even come from

ALSO GOO THUMBS UP IDK WHY I FIND IT FUNNY

can we be honest as much as nickel is doing well in season 3 idk why i still feel like his season 2 cannot be disregarded anyway nickel director hell yeah

THEM LAUGHING BEING COOL PEOPLE GOOD GOD /POS

I’M SORRY I HAD TO REPLAY FLOORIDA’S LINE 3 TIMES BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE SAID “I’M QUITE THE FRUITY” STOP

coming out to paintbrush would also be a relief in a very good way like they’d very much support you, but like they’d be the one who would give life advices every so often

paintbrush having their wanted roles taken gave me flashbacks to online classes /neg

YOOO THE ENERGY IN THE YIN YANG AD OH MY GOD I ACTUALLY LOVE IT SO MUCH AND THE MUSIC

AND THE ORDER NOW OR DIE THING

AGAIN????????????/ YANG COMMITTED FRAUD AT LEAST ONCE???????????????????

RIGGITY REX

YANG EXPLODED RECX?????????? 

PERFECTIONIST TENDENCIES?????

BOW AGGRESSIVELY DRAWING I CANNOT

i would watch a pinkers twitch stream istg

poems sign me up

THE LITTLE BRBRBRBRBBR BYE

127 attempts pupupupupwawpwaw pupupupupwawpwaw let me introduce you to so

WHAQT IS GOING ON WHART THE FUCK

CANDLE????????????

THE CUTR I DIED

IT WAS LOTERALLY 30 FRAMES AND THAT’S IT

GOO WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT

oh i would absolutelt buy a nickel team merchandise

WHOSA

I FORGOT ABOUT THE LUCK THING

OH MY GOD WHAT 

validation issues nickel kin moment

oh

oh my god,

i am so sorry team

goo..

2 HOURS?????????

i love how candle just has interestingly opposing character development

UH

GOO YOU ARE NOT ELIMINATING THEM

:0000000000000000000000

RIGGITY????

OH THAT’S CUTE

oh awesome they’re immune

WAIT

WAIT NO

OH??/

WHOA

UM

WHAT

THAT WAS UNEXPECTED OKAY

aw okay i feel like i can actually bring some life lessons from that

wait is goo just gonna oh okay

is there gonna be a bringing back soon?

WHAT

OH OKAY ONE OF THEM MAY BE BACK SOON

can we give a good applause to adam holy shit that took commitment

aw man who am i gonna vote

[xxtha-blog]

So apperently I wrote a oneshot fanfic and forgot about it for almost 2 years

And because it's comedy fucking gold, and also some quality post-comic Ace content, I thought I'd share it with you people here.

Without further adieu, may I present to you

A Casual Encounter With Ace

Ink knew very little of Ace. He had met him once, briefly, in the last moments before his AU disappeared into nothingness, Ace sneaking through the portal Dream had created and slipping away from the destruction of his own home like it was nothing more than an average Saturday. Ink barely had the chance to talk to him, didn’t even know his name, he just knew that there was a flamboyant top hat wearing skeleton that enjoyed stealing things and harassing Dream, prancing around the multiverse and causing chaos with no restrictions. Of course, Ink planned to catch him… eventually… if he hadn’t forgotten… multiple times. But it was Ace who seemed to catch him instead.

  Ink had been sitting in the snow, crouched behind the trees of Underswap, checking up on the stability of the timeline, when he heard a voice behind him. At first, he thought it was Blue, the only one who would know to look for him there, but the accent threw him off. Ink turned slowly, curious, and saw the black and red skeleton leaning against his staff behind him, smiling modestly as he surveyed the rest of the underground as Ink did.

  Ink paused for a second. “Hey– Don’t I know you…?” He tapped a pencil against his chin, working with all his might to remember.

  “Perhaps, dear sir, perhaps indeed, for I am quite popular, simply ask my wonderous fans, who may be reading this right now! Which does remind me, do you ever realize that we transcend not only drawings and comic books, but also code, writing, and animations. It’s quite crazy when you think about it, I mean, just look at you. What? One of the most popular characters in the entire fandom created by a mere teenager! Mind boggling and simply astounding, our existence, both of us in fact, relies only on two simple teenagers bringing us to life.” Ace talked mellifluously, his accent smooth and precise, as though someone had mashed together a French and British accent and added a gay flare to it. He talked incredibly fast, as though to confuse everyone with his slur of words, despite them not being slurred in the slightest.

  Ink stood up, brushing the snow off his sweater. “Wait a second!” He glanced up again his eyes widening. “Aren’t you that magician guy?!”

 Ace tilted his head, intrigued.

   “Aha!” Ink declared in triumph. “I finally found you!”

  “Magician guy is quite vague. And a guy, no, no, dear sir, not at all, I simply am I, an illusionist, a magician, a slight bit insane, but far saner than you, so I must ask for you to be a tad bit more specific for fear I may misinterpret what you wish to say and be unable to reply!” Ace spun his staff around, giving Ink a slight smirk.

  “You’re from that AU- Oh what was it.” Ink spun his hands through the air, churning his memory around. “Magicwhatever, Lucktale, Underchance, Chancyluck, Chance, Chance something, Chancetale-? CHANCETALE!” He put his hands on his hips proudly.

  “A dead name, no?” Ace raised his eye sockets into a quizzical expression.

  “I mean, yeah, but you’re still here, which means you’re screwing up timelines. Which means I gotta stop ya!” With a quick flip of his arm behind his head, Ink pulled his paintbrush out in front of him and pointed it towards Ace.

  “Stop me? Stop me! Oh, how wonderful!” Ace’s eyes lit up as he spun on his heel with glee.

  “You’re supposed to be worried,” Ink pointed out. “Like, oh no he’s going to catch me?! Whatever shall I do! And then I go, heck yeah I’m going to catch you! Because I’ve got a super cool paintbrush!”

  “I dare say you do not.”

  “What do you mean? My paintbrush is awesome, I mean just look at it–" he stopped. "Where’s my paintbrush?” Ink’s hands were empty, his fingers grasping at the cold air around them and nothing more. He wondered if his memory had lapsed again, but he could have sworn he had just been holding it. He reached back only to grasp at the air once more.

  Ace casually spun the paintbrush in his hands, still standing stationary a dozen or so feet away, studying the fine patterns on the metal clasps. “Quite a nice paintbrush, indeed, I do not disagree with that, however, you do not have it, therefore your statement was false.” Without another word, the paintbrush disappeared into thin air, and Ace merely tilted his top hat.

  Ink started to take things a little more seriously, his smile fading. He straightened. “This’ll be interesting.”

  “Oh, tis always interesting when I’m here! Just ask your dear friend Dream!”

  “We’re not really friends,” Ink said with a shrug. “He just happens to be useful sometimes.”

  “Oh my! What wonderful news we have here! I’ll be sure to keep it in mind to use against you so that I can slowly break apart your relationship until you are both mortal enemies in which case I can use your turmoil to my advantage!” He clasped his hands together, smiling softly, before adding, "If need be."

  Ink stared for a second. “You know if you really want to be evil, you shouldn’t announce what you’re going to do out loud.”

  “Evil? No, I’m not evil. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever consider myself to be evil, for that would mean I am profoundly immoral, and although I am profound, immoral I am not. I know precisely what is right and wrong, and good and bad, and have no trouble discerning between the two. I simply choose to do good and choose to do bad based on the situation and outcome it will provide me, and dear sir, it is quite a bore to be simply one or the other, is it not? I mean, you’re one to speak, think of the things you have done and the people you have hurt for your own benefit, quite chaotic indeed, but not evil. Few would call the fabulous Ink evil. Therefore I am not evil. I am just spontaneous, whether that be something pleasant or something disagreeable.”

  “You really do talk a lot,” Ink said, crossing his arms.

  “Tis a showman thing.”

  “Showman?”

  “Oh! Would you like to see a show?!”

  “Not really. I was in the middle of–”

  Ace clapped his hands together cutting Ink off, his staff forming between his palms as he pulled them apart. He twirled his staff like a baton before stamping it down into the snow and pulling his top hat off his head, taking a slight bow before beginning, “A magic show! For the fabulous Encre!”

  Ace began to perform his dazzling illusions. As real as reality, yet as mad as a dream. He swept up beside Ink and before Ink could say a word, slipped his scarf right over his head and turned it a kaleidoscope of brown butterflies. Ink went to protest, but a butterfly zipped over top of his mouth and turned into a brown piece of duct tape. The rest of the butterflies froze, falling to ice cubes on the ground before bursting into tiny glass shards that glimmered with little lights.

  “Butterflies were not meant for the underground! How unfortunate. The terms and conditions said nothing about turning to glass, however! Then again, I did not read them. Alas, now I must clean this all up.” Ace spun back around Ink, standing over top of the pile of glass shards.

  Ink shouted, but his words came out as muffled gibberish. He tried to pull the duct tape off, but it refused to budge. He waved his arms around, exasperated.

  “What’s that dear sir? You wish to see more magic tricks? Well, I wish to perform more as well!” Ace spread his arms out, the glass shards levitating off the ground around him before spinning into a small ball and transforming into a lightbulb above Ace's fingertips. He caught it out of the air, studying it closely, before looking back up at Ink.

  “I would put this above my head and say I do so happen to have an idea, but that would be terribly cliché, would it not?”

  “Mphfffff!”

  “I wholeheartedly agree! I’ll put it inside my mouth instead!”

  Ace slipped the lightbulb between his teeth, smiling deviously.

  “Now dear sir,” he said with zero hindrance, despite the lightbulb clamped between his teeth. “It is a well-known fact that when one puts a lightbulb inside their mouth, it shall go in quite fine and then never ever come out again in one piece! Today I am here to prove that theory wrong and promote the putting of light bulbs in your mouth everywhere!” Ace let out a small laugh before quickly inhaling the lightbulb.

  Ink’s eyes narrowed, giving up his attempts to talk through the duct tape.

  “Where ever has it gone? Ah! I know!” Ace reaches a hand inside his left eye socket and pulls the lightbulb into the place his heart-shaped pupil should have been.

  “And now to turn it on!”

  With a slight flick of his wrist, Ace summoned an egg out of midair, then cracked it against the nearest tree. From the cracked shell sprang a toaster, which Ace caught in his hands as though he had done this many a time. He quickly plugged the toaster into the tree and waited a few seconds, but nothing seemed to happen.

   Ink watched, both baffled and annoyed, only able to express his feelings through a few grunts and shakes of his head. Ink had seen many things over his life, AUs full of nothing but Sanses, characters made of watermelons, atrocious crossovers, but nothing quite as strange as this.

  “Oh, I see what I’m doing wrong! Forgive me, dear sir, I have never used a toaster in my life! I run solely off of white chocolate!” Ace unplugged the toaster from the tree and threw it as far as he could muster. “Farewell, dear toast maker. I shall miss thee.”

  He reached inside the small red pouch on his shirt, barely bigger than a golf ball, and pulled a full sized hair dryer.

  Why do you have a hairdryer?! Ink shouted, his eyes wide, but it simply came out as “Wff duh vu hvv a her dyr?!”

  “For this, dear sir, why else.” Ace put the end of the hairdryer up to his eye and turned it on. It wasn’t plugged into anything, the cord dangling around Ace's ankles. As the hairdryer whirred to life, the light bulb flickered on.

  Ace pulled the hair dryer away, making it disappear into a flurry of little pink sparkles before taking a long bow, one of his eyes now made of a little yellow glowing light bulb.

  Ink clapped sarcastically.

  “Why thank you! Thank you! Truly an amusing time we've had here today!” He pranced over to Ink, patting him on the head twice. When Ink tried to grab him, his entire vision spun around and he was suddenly facing the complete opposite direction.

  “Now, now, that’s no way to treat someone who just performed for you.”

  Ink turned on his heels, looking around for Ace, but he was nowhere to be seen. The piece of duct tape had vanished.

  “Farewell, dear Ink, until you wish for another magic show!”

  The voice came from nowhere and echoed throughout the trees before fading into nothingness. On the ground, there was a small paper card. Ink bent over and picked it up, flipping it open. Inside was a tiny brush, smaller than a thumbtack, taped to the inside of the card with a small heart and delicate cursive handwriting: I believe this belonged to you?

[analysingbfdi]

paintbrush or bow?

I’ll do Paintbrush!!!!

favorite thing about them: Literally everything, to be honest. Their characterization? Amazing. Character design? Hecking good. Voice acting? Pretty Freaking Great. Nonbinary rep? SUPER HECKING BLESSED!!

least favorite thing about them: When they punched Fan in the maze in episode 10 and when they were mean to Lightbulb. :( That shit was uncalled for. I also didn’t like the gender freak jokes... they make me sick. They didn’t deserve that. ALSO… the way the writers give 99% of the screentime to the Grand Slams and 1% of it to the Bright Lights and that 1% is taken up by Fan and his egg like… Paintbrush had so much opportunity for cool characterization but it was never!! Done!! I’m just saying they better turn up in the finale….

favorite line: OH WOW THERE ARE SO MANY…. pppprobably “That’s why I don’t bring it up. I don’t think they even know there is a C,” like holy shit man that gave me chills.

brOTP: Them + the Bright Lights!! Also them and OJ but I feel like they’d argue ghfdjs

OTP: LIGHTBRUSH REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAALLLL

nOTP: Fan///brush because it’s really unhealthy. Paintbrush punched Fan in the face and yelled that they hated him in his face… and even in episode 12 they showed a mild dislike for Fan??

I mean… ship what you want but those are my own opinions! If you like the ship, I respect your opinions. ^^

random headcanon: They love Baxter and love hugging them a lot. Their favorite color is deep purple and the only person they trust to hold Baxter besides Lightbulb is Test Tube and Fan.

unpopular opinion: Their season one persona was really cute and funny!!

song i associate with them: I speak 6 languages - The 25th Annual Putnam Spelling Bee

favorite picture of them: 

I LOVE YOU BIIIIITCH

send me a ii, bfb, or oo character!!

[ii-thelightseekers]

. . .

[Bzzztttt-!]

[Incoming Message.]

[Hey. It's uh.. Test Tube over here. Been a bit since we last spoke so.. things cooled down a bit here. How's things going on your side?]

[I know Lightbulb and Fan got a bit of a scare, but I didn't really see it like Paintbrush did.]

[Things looking alright?]

The buzz made Test Tube JUMP, her breathing was shallow as she looks around for the source of the vibration and noise…For a moment, since she was a bit out of it, she couldn’t figure out what it was, until she reached in her pocket and pulled out a device.

R-Right.. the reboots…

Her hands were shaking really bad, so bad she was struggling to keep a firm grip on the device

How was she supposed to go and confront Cobs if she can barely hold a small device in her hand… she shook off the thought, that didn’t matter right now.

She then stares at the message

. . .

She can’t tell them… she just can’t…

She can bring herself to, nor does she want them to know



🗄️- I can answer it if you want me to..

🧪- n-no it’s fine..

With extremely uneasy and shakey hands, she types out a reply a lot later then she usually replies to messages

[Things are going fine.]

She couldn’t bring herself to type more..