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have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was

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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CLAUDETTE COLBERT & CLARK GABLE IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT (1934), dir. Frank Capra.

Here is some Psychonaut OCs I've doodled, plus one with Loboto's Nonna (his father's mother) when she was younger ❤️😳

Mystery Inctober, #1-10

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Look at that speed

Just a groovy little dude.

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