A Bunch Of Doodles Of Psychonaut Babies, I Just Adore It All So Damn Much AHHH ❤️

Dreaming of steep mountains and starry skies✨

I was inspired to doodle this fantastic fanfiction of Loboto!!! Especially the aftermath of his mutilation of his arm... Oh my God, the sheer DENIAL this man has that he has is extraordinary. To reassure himself that he is fit as a fiddle, A-OK, and there is nothing wrong is the same energy as the dog drinking coffee while his house is burning down!!

DUDE YOU ARE DYING FROM BLOOD LOSS

"... I'm what? Oh right, that's happening isn't it?"

Plus I love how irritable he is (obviously so) it is absolutely fascinating to see this side of him that most people fear, and I find that endearing! XDD (the subtle hints that the inmates of the asylum taking notice of his missing arm is very accurate and clever... Kicking Fred in the shin was my favorite part too... Poor Fred)

Anywho! Enough of my rambles, this was a wonderful read and I am so excited to see more from you!!! Thank you for sharing this story!!! ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

My sweet child of mine, you big dummy fuuu

Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: K+

Genre: Gen?? Sickfic?? mild H/C??? you got me, man

Characters: Caligosto Loboto, Boyd Cooper, Gloria Von Gouton, Fred Bonaparte, Crispin Whytehead, Sheegor

Warnings: Vomit, blood, depictions of sickness… (SPOILERS: implied torture + amputation)

Description: Loboto is having a very bad night. The inmates are not helping.

Beta Readers: @jaywings​ and Rocket

Notes: This fic is based on a theory that comes from a few figments in Loboto’s mental world in the demo footage of Psychonauts 2. …also I wrote this while sick with a fever, edited it while still sick, and illustrated the cover while recovering from said sickness. have fun

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He did not remember arriving back at the tower.

Partially because he wasn’t even back in the tower, instead standing on the frosty shoreline, the chilly waves lapping at his boot heels.

Loboto stared dumbly out at the cliffside for a long moment before frustration simmered beneath his fogged mind. Yes! Of course, they wouldn’t send him back to his lab. No! He could do with a good climb, especially on a frigid night like this! His chest heaved with quiet, dazed laughter before he took a gasp of cold air that grated against his sore throat.

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I doodled one sad crazy boi at least 100 times

Atticus (which I will tell you all more about him eventually) playing his banjo just to rile up Oswald because he can

Plus mini comic doodles I made in the process

Oswald finding out Atticus' secret-

And then this recent one ❤️

For the lovely @winslowdraws!! ❤️💖❤️ Thank you for murdering my heart once again!! xDD

Undertale - Hot Dog French Fries (Extended Version)

Hard to believe it’s been a year already… I guess you all asked for this

Up on Youtube for better quality https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BwygBWGhRQ

Credits: Original song ‘Skeletons’ by DomFera  Choreography for the first dance section by @brakken 

A deranged criminal at night and a quirky family man by day

Small doodles of Loboto, more will come soon! ❤️ Info are in the tags if you're curious :)c

1921 Lanier Hotel and Fuerst Brothers restaurant at 15 Bowery, New York. From Images of Yore, FB.

1925 c. The Debenham Sisters, Betty and Nancy with Poncho the Dog! They were the authors of “Motor-Cycling for Women”. From The Jazz Age Vehicle Archive, FB.

I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. Ann Rutherford in A Christmas Carol (1938) dir. Edwin L. Marin