#painty yapping and yapping

[that-one-paintbrush]

Paintbrush, don't hurt yourself. Your flame is goddamn BLUE. LITERALLY, BLISTERING BLUE BLAZE!

*Thunder roars outside as Paintbrush lets out a scream of pure rage.*

Are.. are you okie...?

....

Brush, could you let me talk to them for a moment?

Sorry..

Wah!!

..Paintbrush. I-

*The sound of heavy raindrops hitting the roof barely manage to drown out Paintbrush's curses as they storm off with a scowl.*

Wha- err.. whe-- where are you going..?

I don’t know. Away? Away from the anons? Away from the.. torture they've been inflicting upon me?? Away from the kid they brought to life that, mind you, I'm nowhere near prepared to take care of?? Away from whatever you and Backgroundy still haven't worked out?!

Paintbrush... I understand why you're upset. Believe me, I know what it's like to want to distance myself from the stress. I understand-

YOU'D NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS!! All of the bad things that happened to you were your choices!! You made the decisions that led to what your life is now! But me? I haven't done anything!!

I never asked for you, I never asked for Backgroundy, I never asked for Bristles, and I never asked for THIS!!

None of this was from choices I've made! My fate is in the hands of everyone EXCEPT myself!! AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT!!

....

I'm getting out of here...

W-wait!! Paintbrush, it's raining-!!

..

....

.....

*Outside, the muffled sound of a fire being extinguished can be heard, shortly followed by Paintbrush collapsing onto the grass.*

PAINTBRUSH!!

[strokesparkroxyranch]

HI HI HII

Ur taking requests >: ] ??

can u maybe draw oil pastel from itft :333

Idk who that is, I hope you meant cow pastel!

[paintyreposts]

Is somebody tryna match my freak?

[skyward-floored]

got anything you wanna yap about. 👀 *cough* Twi and the shade

- hero-of-the-wolf

TWI AND THE SHADE IS LIKE TWO THROWAWAY LIIIIINES trust me it’s really not a huge deal in the fic XD

I’ll yap about something else tho I can’t promise it’ll make any sense. Been thinkkng about Lost and how I don’t really know what I want the like, “vibe” for his game to be. Because all of the loz games have one, like albw is painty themed and and ww is all bright and kinda tropical, and even Berry I have him down as being all planty. But I don’t know what Lost’s should be and anything I think of isn’t what I want. It’s not muted and twilight and cowboy like tp, or bright and wild and overgrown like botw, it needs its own thing and idk what that should be :/ Zelda herself would probably be a good place to start. But I don’t knowwwwwww

Aside from that I basically finished the scene where Lost gets zapped all better so I might post that at some point eventually unless I forget. Also I’m doing more with him and the hero’s spirit because I got attached to the idea and kinda love the dynamic now. oops

[the-kinfesssional]

(hi im the lightbulb kin again sorry i need to yap/silly maybe i should claim a tag if i keep showing up. oops)

my partner kins painty and i keep going to send some sort of gay ass down horrendous dm about (character) painty and then instantly stopping myself because i think i will explode./silly

its okay be free. Be gay

[theofficeimagines]

guilty pleasure

Pairing: Ryan Howard/fem reader

  Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, reader and ryan dont really like each other lmao, strong language, mentions of pee but this isnt a piss kink fic i promise

  Word count: 2344

  a/n: this happened in a dream and i dont know how to deal w it so i wrote it out and then i found your blog so im sending it to you anonymously ksdhfkdsjfgh ive never read or written the office fanfiction before i dont know why my brain did this

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  Kelly was invited to a frat party by a friend and naturally begged Ryan to come with. He didn’t seem keen on it, bored as usual with any plans Kelly tried to make to draw him back into a committed relationship, until you walked in on Kelly tugging at Ryan’s arm in the kitchen and she shifted her attention to inquire you. Ryan eyed you silently throughout the exchange. You told her that sure, you’d be there, and smiled. Ryan turned and watched as you left and you heard him suddenly exclaim “Ow!” as Kelly punched him.

  “Why don’t you leave her alone, you know she doesn’t like you.” Kelly grumbled.

  “Yeah, whatever, Kelly, I’ll come to your stupid party.” He replied, clearly not hearing what she’d actually said.

  You knew Ryan had a thing for you. He stares without restraint and always makes suggestive comments whenever he catches you when Kelly isn’t trailing his heels. The first time he tried flirting with you was in the presence of Pam, whom you’d immediately hit it off with. You looked at her, eyebrows raised, when he left, and she rolled her eyes.

  “Don’t worry about him, he does this to every new girl in the office that hasn’t broken thirty yet.” She said, giving you a warm smile.

  Sure, he was kind of cute, but maybe if he wasn’t so god damn pretentious you’d at least try and properly befriend him. But tormenting him with his own lust while keeping him at an arm’s length away was more fun. You didn’t like the way he treated Kelly and you wished she’d wisen up and drop him, but she seemed too far gone in her idolization to be reasoned with. So you didn’t exactly feel bad flirting back and then leaving him high and dry whenever he got particularly irritating. Someone had to have some control over his sexual impulses.

  But you’d never been to a non-office party with him before and couldn’t wait to see what he’d do to try and get your attention.

  You didn’t expect much in the way of formality from a frat party, so you showed up simply in your favorite jeans and the first clean casual shirt you spotted. You were never a makeup person and didn’t intend on starting now.

  By the time you got there, you really had to pee. You cursed yourself for drinking so much highly caffeinated name-brand soda throughout the day and not bothering to use the bathroom before leaving the house.

  You weren’t surprised to walk in and immediately find Ryan chatting up some random girls about how he was the youngest VP in Dunder Mifflin history and now how he’s some pseudo deep artist because “it didn’t really suit me.” He pretended he didn’t notice you come in and cleared his throat, suddenly overtaken by “um, uh.” He quickly recovered and continued his yapping, scooting closer to one of the girls to brush her hair out of her face and over her ear.

  Unimpressed, you sauntered over and placed your hand on his shoulder. “The real reason he isn’t VP anymore is because he got fired and arrested for committing fraud.” You said to the girls with a smile, kissed his cheek, and walked away to find the bathroom.

  Ryan stared at you, mouth agape. You heard the girls laughing despite the loud music and one of them said, “Wait, you got arrested?” incredulously.

  You were maybe ten steps away when Ryan finally snapped back to reality and shouted, “Hey!”

  You ignored him, shouldering past some sweaty, already drunk frat boys to get further into the house, toward where you assumed a bathroom might be.

  He followed and hollered, “Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck!”

  You finally stopped and turned on your heel as you heard your name. He seemed surprised and paused, causing you to cross your arms and look at him expectantly.

  “Why’d you do that? I was totally gonna lay one of those girls tonight!” He said in that classic Ryan Howard exasperated whine.

  Raising your brows, you scoffed and sounded a sarcastic, “Uh-huh.” before beginning to turn away again.

  “Hey,” he started and you sighed and turned back, “- I know you’re too stuck up and too deep into the feminist movement to sleep with me, but at least you could let me get on with other girls!”

  You laughed. “Ryan, your shit doesn’t work on me. I know you only came because I did and you were only talking to those girls to make me jealous.”

  “Fine, whatever, I give up.” He responded by throwing up his hands.

  “Really? That easy? After all this time?”

  “Yeah, if you’re playing hard to get, you’re playing too hard to get because I’m tired of this.” He seemed genuine for the first time in his entire life and you felt a small pang of disappointment in your chest. You enjoyed messing with him, and who knows, maybe one day you’d finally give him what he wanted.

  “Alright, hun, good luck with that.” Your tone was sarcastic as you patted the side of his arm. He glared at you and you turned away to continue on your quest for a bathroom. Any bathroom.

  The house was much larger than it looked. Or at least it seemed that way with so many people swarming in it, moving freely from room to room, the only rooms with closed doors barely contained the moans of frisky college kids. You hadn’t dared open any of them, not wishing to see something you might regret. You were about to give up and leave when you found Kelly.

  “Hey Kelly, where’s the bathroom?” You grabbed her arm to get her attention.

  “Whaaaaaa? I can’t hear you man!” She slurred. She was drunk. “The music’s sooooo loud!” She doubled over giggling.

  “The bathroom. Where is it?” You said louder.

  “Oh it’s ummm…. It’s uhhh…. This is a frat house, man! Just go whenever you want!” Kelly danced as she gave you her unhelpful advice.

  You sighed heavily, your bladder not enjoying the movement from being jostled about by wasted party-goers. You continued your way through the house when you spotted Ryan again. He was chatting up the girl whose hair he’d been playing with earlier. Something inside you snapped, you actually became jealous despite yourself, and you marched over.

  Grabbing Ryan hard by the arm, you pulled him away roughly as he hollered at you what your problem was.

  “Take me to the bathroom.” You demanded.

  When he saw the look in your eye, realization dawned on his face and he said, “Look, (Y/N), if this is another one of your games -”

  Despite your better judgement, you grabbed his face and kissed him ferociously. “Take me to the bathroom.” You commanded once again.

  This time he simply nodded and lead you by the hand through the crowded building.

  Upon finding an empty restroom, you whispered to yourself, “Thank God,” and began to enter when you realized Ryan was following closely behind you. You quickly turned and pushed him out, saying, “Wait, I actually have to pee.” and shut the door in his face.

  Having finally drained your bladder and washed your hands, you swung open the door to find Ryan still standing directly outside it. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it and placing another hard kiss on his lips. He kissed back, almost angrily; your teeth gnashing one another’s. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, you didn’t know why you wanted this so suddenly, but you wanted it now and you wanted it bad. And you could tell he did too.

  Pulling away for air, Ryan gasped, “So we’re really doing this, huh?”

  “Shut up.” You snapped, untucking his shirt because of course it was tucked in, and grabbing him by the back of the head to pull him in once again. He made you so fucking angry, he was so annoying and manipulative - maybe you just needed to get this frustration out of your system by taking it out with none other than Ryan’s own body. You tugged at his hair, nails digging lightly into his scalp, as his hands ran up your shirt, setting your skin on fire.

  His mouth moved to your jaw and he backed you up towards the counter. “Feisty, huh?” He mumbled against your skin, his breath making you shiver.

  “God, you are so annoying.” You gasped as he moved to kiss down your neck, biting hard at your flesh.

  “I wouldn’t have to be so annoying if you weren’t such a bitch.” He said into your ear.

  You growled, grabbing his face to kiss him again, this time biting down on his bottom lip and sucking on it, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat and he smacked and squeezed your ass. You felt wild, feral - you hated it when men called you a bitch. But when Ryan did it, it made you wanna fuck him harder.

  He grabbed your thighs and pulled away just enough to say, “Jump,” across your lips. You obliged and he helped you unto the counter; whatever was on it before you clattering to the floor and into the adjacent sink. He tugged your shirt over your head and you began to unbutton his. His mouth and teeth back on your neck and jaw, his hands roughly grabbing at the bare skin of your torso, you fumbled feverishly with his stupid button-up. You caved and tore open the shirt, the buttons popping surprisingly easily from their stitches.

  “Hey -” Ryan began to protest, but you quickly cut him off.

  “Don’t call me a bitch.”

  He shrugged off the shirt and you took the chance to get rid of your bra. Ryan hissed at the sight of your breasts and didn’t hesitate to grab them. Heat pooled in your belly and you ran your nails down his chest, his abs, his hips…. And you began to pull apart his belt. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your breasts as you impatiently tugged at his jeans.

  “Jesus, just fuck me already, Ryan!” You whined, and he finally got the hint to push down his jeans and pull off yours as you braced against the counter to lift your butt. He pulled down your painties along with your jeans and you shimmied your feet out of them, Ryan wasting no time to take off his boxers.

  He took his hardened length into his hand and began pumping it in his fist, grabbing your chin to kiss you roughly. You spread your legs, scooting toward the edge of the counter to encourage him to finally start fucking you. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down your slit, spreading your wetness.

  “You ready for this?” Ryan questioned.

  “Fuck me.” You answered simply.

  Ryan didn’t need anymore convincing. He grabbed your hips and thrust hard inside you and you let out a loud whimper. He didn’t bother allowing you to adjust to his size, instead setting a brutal pace that turned you on even more. You hooked your arms under his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, pulling down his back and back up again and buried your face into his shoulder. He moaned, grabbing your throat and pushing you back, forcing you to watch as he fucked you senseless. He watched as your breasts bounced with his movement and used his other hand to rub your clit.

  You were a fucking mess, moaning and whining as he pulled you back forward and trapped your body against his so he could rut into you harder, his fingers hard on your clit.

  “Oh fuck!” You cried, nails digging back into his shoulders. The fact that you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, the way he was grabbing you and biting you and kissing you, the rough and painful way he handled you, the fact that you were in a stranger’s house, only turned you on even more. You ground your hips desperately against his and wrapped your legs around his waist and he moaned, his fingers bruising your sides.

  Ryan grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him, and he groaned, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

  You whimpered. “I’m not your baby.” You responded indignantly.

  He grabbed your thigh with his other hand, pulled it further up his torso and hooked it over his elbow, spreading you wider and pounding you harder. You cried out, clenching around him, that heat in your belly feeling insatiable.

  His fingers came back down on your clit and you held onto his shoulders for dear life.

  “God, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned.

  The two of you were slick with sweat, the room filled with animalistic noises and the sound of your skin smacking together. The coil in your belly felt just about ready to snap, all you were capable of was repeating varients of, “Oh God, oh fuck, oh shit,” and releasing the most wanton moans and whines. You could feel Ryan was close too, his breathing ragged and his thrusts becoming more erratic.

  It wasn’t until Ryan buried his hand into your hair and pulled, hard, that your orgasm shook your body and you screamed. Warmth spread all throughout your body as you came, and you clutched and clawed at Ryan for support. You heard him grumble something like, “So fucking hot,” as he rode out your high.

  Soon enough, he buried himself deep inside you and came, biting into neck and sucking hard, sure to leave a nice bruise. He pulled back and grabbed your face to kiss you, softer this time.

  The two of you stayed pressed against each other for a few moments, trying to catch your breath, before Ryan pulled out of you and you released your iron-clad grip on him.

  “Did we just hatefuck?” Ryan asked.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” You breathed.

[wigglecoin]

“I love you means blah blah blah yip yap yap now get back to work” -painty wow test bulb real, I'm not really familiar with waitress but i thought this song fit them! also jell pens :3!

[that-one-paintbrush]

*oh hey its animatic. hes here now!*

HAHAHA HI PAINTBRUSH I HAVE ARRIVed!!!

Oh- uh.. hi, Ani-

i heard what they told you.

i hear everything.

Oh, uh, well- I.. I really don't know what to tell you, Animatic. I appreciate you as a friend, I really do. But how can I be so sure that you won't kill me nonchalantly like you have with the majority of your contestants at one point or another?

whats wrong with that?

*they seem. genuinely confused*

...Most objects don't exactly... enjoy being killed.

what??

It's morally wrong to kill people, Animatic.

what is “moral” and why is it wrong?

Welp, I uh.. didn't plan on having to explain this. Ever. But I guess you could consider it like... the principle of right and wrong? Feeling a sort of guilt when you do something that harms others, I guess?

i have never experienced anything close to that in my life

Animatic, I actually have a question for you. Would you kill me without hesitation?

no! youre my best friend why would i!

Why are you so fine with killing other people but not me? Maybe you aren't as close to them as you are to me, but their lives hold no less value than mine.

whats wrong with the. it??

Well-.. okay, look, what if I was one of your contestants? In the second challenge, where the goal was to survive, would you have spared me?

no absolutely not but only in that situation! its challenge time!

Hm. Okay. I think I get it now.

Look, dying is really... painful. And objects can be recovered, yes, but that doesn't make it any better. You shouldn't kill objects just because you can. I mean, what if it was you being killed?

it would hurt i think ?

Exactly. And do you think you'd like that very much?

...

I GET IT NOW

Wait seriously-?

HURTING PEOPLE..IS BAD

*animatic has acquired good values and morals! he is now not as murderous!*

Yeah!! I'm so proud of you, dude!

you are?!?!? YAHOO!! I DID I

(as always, animatics dialogue is written by @animaticaskblog !)

[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey everyone, Paintbrush here. May not answer asks for a little while-- the whole returning-back-to-normal thing reopened my wounds and now my throat's fucked up again. ...Why am I even talking right now? Uh.. anyways, as I've been recovering, I decided to finally read Experiment 21 rather than hearing Fan recite it to Lightbulb, Test Tube, and me at 2:00 AM.

And well, I won't be eating kitkats anytime soon.

[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey Painty! How has been hosting art classes in the hotel?

It's been... quite the experience. Every so often, the Cherries and Yinyang wreak havoc upon the art room, which can be stressful to say the least. ...And don't get me started on Box. Just trying to figure out his technique gives me a migraine...

But between teaching my friends how to draw and seeing how excited they are to show me how they improved after each class, I'd say it's worth it!

[that-one-paintbrush]

what’s your routine like at the hotel? Do you wake up early or late?

A lot of my friends assume that I'm a night owl, but I actually like going to sleep early so I can wake up early as well! I kind of get headaches when I sleep in, and besides, I like seeing the sun rise in the morning!

After waking up, my first priority is checking on Baxter, seeing if he needs food, water, or his tank cleaned. After that, I go to the bathroom and take about an hour fixing my bristles. Fan tells me that it's unnecessary, but he doesn't see how tangled they get when I wake up! ...Anyways, after that, I brush my teeth and go back to my bed to sketch a little bit and let Baxter roam around. When Fan wakes up, we go downstairs and eat breakfast. Once we finish, I basically just go about whatever I'm doing on that particular day.

In the evening, I eat dinner with the others at the hotel, maybe cleaning the dishes afterwards- depending on the day. Following that, I go back up to my room, take a shower, and place Baxter back in his tank. I always try to go to sleep before Fan gets back because he stays up on his laptop for basically the whole night...

But uhh, not sure if you wanted to go into that much detail, hah.. hopefully I answered your question!

[that-one-paintbrush]

WOW ARE YOU LIKE. GOING THROUGH MOOD SWINGS!! swings like playground. playground like park. anyways stop doing that it hurts your mental health or whatever! your attitude is seaping into my blog 👿👿👿

-(animatic. from @animaticaskblog again damn)

You know what? I don't even care. It's not even my fault! The askers keep doing this shit to me! If this really is bad for my mental health and I end up wearing a straitjacket in a padded room by the end of this, don't blame me!!

M!A anger 2: electric boogaloo- 4/5

[that-one-paintbrush]

Dude. Just ask her. My brain juice ran out already. I can't help.

A few things about that...

"Hey there! So you're my biological dad, huh? Oh, by the way, how'd you die?" ...I don't really know if there's a way to salvage any sort of normalcy in that conversation and I'm holding it off for as long as possible.

Also, it's probably uncomfortable for them to talk about. If I died permanently (does it count as "permanently" if they got reincarnated-?), I wouldn't want to talk about it ever.

...Though, I feel like some people I know would boast about that kind of thing-

[that-one-paintbrush]

Sincerest greetings, sentient Painting utensil.

If thou had to decide, whom would thou declare as their least appreciated acquaintance from the competition that thou attends, specifically the 2nd and 3rd contest?

(who is your least favourite contestant from season two and three?)

Wow. Okay. Uh, before I answer, just know that I'm on great terms with both of these individuals now. I love them both dearly, and I'm just going off how I felt competing with and having them as teammates.

With that aside...

...Fan wasn't the best at challenges. This is mainly due to the fact that he relied heavily on his theories and patterns (which, admittedly, were correct) and decided at times that we didn't need to try because of that. I also felt kind of.. disrespected by him at times..? And he was the cause of my two first firey outbursts on Inanimate Insanity. But after he was eliminated and we were forced to share a room, and after we both apologized for how we acted towards each other during the show, I realized that he's actually great company. So, despite how infuriating he can be at times, by no means is he someone I dislike!

Aaaand, Silver. Oh boy. Where do I start? I could go on and on about how he betrayed The Thinkers and other things he did for the sake of strategy, but I think what pissed me off the most during Invitational was how... rude he could be at times. He always acted like he was better than everyone else and insulted us for practically no reason!! ...But, uh, at the finale, I realized just how much he had grown from that.. persona that he had in earlier episodes. Silver went through his own stuff, I can tell. We chatted a bit after the finale, and, like with Fan, we put aside our differences. And I have to admit, even during the show, I really did enjoy that guy's company. I don't wanna make it seem like he was bullying me the whole season, because I messed with him at time too! We had some kind of frenemy thing going between us, and honestly? I kinda miss it. But now we're pretty chill with each other. And I don't hate him either.

Welp, that was a lot. I just, uh... hope those two don't find out about this post.

[that-one-paintbrush]

The lashes are Paintbrush's?? I thought they were Torch's thing :000

I wore... heavy makeup when I was younger. It was bad. And I'm assuming I'm supposed to sort of look like my younger self right now, so that might be it-?

I didn't quite have the obnoxiously long eyelashes when I was alive...

.....I want eyelashes :(

M!A- mindscape (2/10)

[that-one-paintbrush]

ohh cmonnnn paintbrushhhhh!!!! it isnt really murder…..

Murder is the "unlawful premeditated killing of one [object] being by another", so I'd definitely consider it as such.

And look, you don't need to waste your breath trying to convince me to like Animatic again or something because I never said I disliked him now in the first place. Like, yeah. I've murdered someone. Back in season 2, I popped Balloon just because he was kind of an asshole in the previous season. Which was really petty.

So I'm not trying to say I suddenly hate Animatic because they're a murderer, because that'd be hypocritical. But, I'm also not saying I'll just ignore the fact they killed tons of people and just pretend everything is sunshine and rainbows and shit.

Just.. drop the topic. I want to think this over by myself without someone trying to persuade me to think one way or the other.