I've Been Busy These Last Few Weeks. But! Here's A Sunset Tiefling I Haven't Named Yet But I'm Planning

Look at that speed

Day and night, sea and land

Just a groovy little dude.

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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A Lovely Night  A small doodle scene in the story that I am proud of :) I thought it would be a good first post on my new art blog for the story! I hope you all like it and thank you so much!!!

Ocs- Bradley Argyros and Faith Karpach 

A new Lackadaisy Animated preview is up! Here’s a little piece of it. 

We shared this during a recent streaming event, and had several requests to make it more available…so then we did.

Full video here!

Ava Sheridan 

Piece by piece sanity deteriorates

Headcanon info:

This takes place before he was admitted to Thorney Towers. His humble beginnings as a criminal took flight, and his malicious nature thrived. Doing these gruesome crimes by maiming his victims made him even more deranged, as time went on to try and deal with unresolved emotional/physical trauma he endured... Relieving his pent up rage

His parents are that source whenever he realizes this or not, subconsciously so...