#painthue

[abysstar-alphalse]

Oct. 6th: Relationship

Not many words today (for real)

Ah yes, the brothers. The anime lover and the math professor. I forgot to mention the anime part yesterday. Oh well, Painthue thinks anime is so very cool.

Also Paintink has a pen thing that can change size and turn things he draw into real things. He would not call it his weapon, despite what Painthue thinks. He can also make talisman with math equations and commands. No he doesn’t use it like in Painthue’s drawing.

[abysstar-alphalse]

Oct. 5th: Under-appreciated OC

This time I seriously don’t have much lore on him. But still, words below the art. Let’s see how much I can talk about him.

This is Painthue, Paintink’s brother. The picture is three of his cloth designs. The two side ones are based on animals of Galaca while the middle one is the default cloth.

This is Painthue, brother of Paintink. He is the collaborated creation of Mary and Starry near the beginning of the world. Painthue is somewhat based on Paintink, but Painthue’s personality is almost the opposite of that.

The whole thing went like this:

One day, seemingly out of nowhere, Starry asked Paintink: “do you want a little brother?”

Paintink, while sculpting a mountain, replied: “No.”

“It’s nice to have a brother.”

“I don’t see myself needing one. Why?”

“You don’t seem to be interested to play with us, and we thought you’d be lonely with no one to spend time with. Or do you want to join us after all?”

He frowned, looked at Starry, looked at Mary who’s beside her, then back to Starry again: “No, I’m good.”

And so he has a brother now.

Painthue seems to be always full of joy and energy. He has sets upon sets of different clothing, many of which are in themes of Galaca animals. One would see him wearing something different everyday. Sometimes, when Paintink is busy can could not attend his class, Painthue would help filling in. He’s very well received, being lacking in rules and standards, but full of imaginations and weird ideas. The white walls of the classroom building is colorful by the students hands, claws and tails, all because of a sudden idea from Painthue in the midst of boredom. Now the walls of the classroom building changes almost every season, filled with new knowledge learned from the classroom.

Of course Paintink approves of all of these. He found that it greatly improved students’ willingness and ability to learn the materials. So he purposely let Painthue lead a class or two every moon. In their free times, the two would discuss their vacation together. Painthue gives ideas of what to do, while Paintink plan out the details. Painthue’s suggestions rarely overlap, bringing many opportunities to Paintink’s life.

“I’d always choose to paint sceneries. I guess it’d get boring really soon.” Paintink often thinks to himself. He would not experience any of this if it’s only him. He wouldn’t have a reason to step out of his circle. He’d have overlapping days and nights, doing the same thing over and over again. He wondered if that’d kill him, dissolve his existence, send him back to where he came from, to the primal light, where time and change doesn’t exist.

In Galaca, the return to the primal light is often called ascension. It is to walk past the Door to Death, to receive, to return, to the eternal joy. It wouldn’t be a harsh thing for Paintink, since he’s originally from there. But for now, he decides against it, because someone has held down an anchor for him.

That someone is currently blasting rainbows onto the face of the tall cliffs: “THIS IS SO FUN! DO YOU THINK I CAN MAKE A GAME OUT OF IT?” Painthue swings with the wind on the rather useless safety rope.

“WHAT?” The owl yelled back, trying hard to be close to the Painthue while not getting hit by him.

“I SAID I WANT TO MAKE A GAME OUT IF PAINTING CLIFFS!” Painthue switched to another color and continued to blast pigment from the giant paint gun.

“THERE’S NOT THAT MANY CLIFFS TO PAINT ON! MAYBE IN A DIFFERENT DIMENSION?”

“OHH YEAH, WITH MANY WALLS! WHAT IF WE NEED TO GATHER OUR PAINT? LIKE IN A MAZE! BUT LIKE, NOT A SCARY MAZE BUT A FUN ONE! OHH MAYBE THROUGH AN OBSTACLE COURSE!”

This is the origin of the “getting-different-paint-along-an-obstacle-course-and-draw-themed-challenge” game. It is forgotten by its creator within three hours of creation.

Note:

I really did thought there won’t be a lot. I was wrong. Anyway, the cloth in the middle is the old default design. the cloth on the right is based on a group of owls that fight in wars using fire-covered wings and burning hot talons. The owls are also know for their tap dance so there’s the shoes. The cloth on the left is based on the snow land crowned wolves. They have very thick fur and pointy ears and big antlers. I don’t draw Painthue much because I haven’t designed enough cloth for him. And I don’t actually want to design clothes that much. I made the three designs just these two days. Not the most detailed and thought out but I don’t care.

[demuradonna]

       “  ohhh...i can’t find it anywhere!  ”  she’s been this way and that about the monastery for hours,  (  it feels like days, even!  ------  )  but she can’t find it anywhere! what was she supposed to without topaz’s favorite horn ring?! she knows it fell off somewhere along their last flight around the grounds together, but...so far she hasn’t seen a single sign of where it dropped.  “  this is bad...i made that specially for her...  ”  it’s not until she nearly walks right into ignatz that she notices him, reflexes thankfully stopping her at the last possible second with an audible gasp of surprise.  “  ignatz  ---  i’m soooo sorry! i totally didn’t see you there. are you alright? i hope i didn’t startle you...  ”

       @painthue   \\  ♡   i lost my wyvern’s favorite horn ring call the national guard pls.

[arrowsfly-archive]

starter call || @painthue

in the heat of battle, sometimes the line between friend and foe can be confusing. it’s all chaos, and ashe is just doing his best to survive. he knows he shouldn’t feel any sort of attachment to the other former students on the field. they’re all enemies now, after all. but when he sees ignatz about to be blindsided by a demonic beast, his feet move before his head does. 

❛ IGNATZ ! LOOK OUT ! ❜ enemy or not, no one deserves to die that way. he fires an arrow into the beast’s shoulder, enough to give ignatz enough time to escape or strike. 

what he failed to see himself, however, was the beast charging him while he was distracted trying to save ignatz’s life. he has no time to draw an arrow before he’s sent flying, landing hard against a wall and crumpling to the ground. 

[timidful]

painthue replied to your post: yesterday it was evil dads, today its starting...

with our powers combined we can do anything we believe in

wow, the power of friendship truly is amazing ...... 

[fyrclaw]

caress + palm

touch the cow. do it now. featuring @painthue.

        “ ah— is there something on my hand, ignatz ? ”  you recoil a bit in shock; you didn’t expect to be touched there … it wasn’t unpleasant, simply odd.  “ or did you read my palm and see something you didn’t like ? aha … ”

[emblcmatique]

painthue a réagi à votre billet:Sylvain has appeared! What to do? >Fondle butt...

request permission to Kiss

Permission granted, you shall now kiss the Sylvain (look he even bends down a bit to make it easier).

[sunsincarnate-blog]

@painthue  ♡ ‘d

   “I should be praying , but I’m raging on a holy day ...”