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Recent commissions I did!

In order from left to right- Imp doctor father-daughter duo for bolt_crank! 🩹 Discord icon for lazyspaceghost 🦎 Impsona alt forms, also belonging to lazyspaceghost! ⭐ One Piece OC illustration for yellowwalisp 🩸

My commissions are open! Information here, DM if you're interested :3

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It was kind of interesting to me that out of all the people in our training group, the ones that were the quickest to form social bonds were the people from way out in the country and the city people just kind of quietly kept to themselves.

But I was definitely accepted as one of the bumpkins.

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Psychonauts!

This game- the characters- dfdsfaf<3 I love the designs and EVERYTHING, it was really fun to churn out some doodles like this!

The asylum guys were my favorites, all of them.

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Ghost AU 👻

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I like how everyone who's made a future version of Raz agrees he controls the hands of galochio with his hydrokenisis but am I the only one who thinks it'd be hilarious if they still kind of have minds of their own or what

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of course i have new psychonauts fanart. no for real. it’s not just obscure au ideas this t (coughs up blood) this time. 

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Adam: [hands the phone to Gisu] It's your boyfriend, Dion.

Gisu: He's not my boyfriend.

Gisu: [into the phone] Hey babe.

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trio bodyswap funnies. share 🤲

I'm guessing you mean Gisu/Dion/Morris bc that's the trio ive written bout xD

The funniest combo for this I can think of is Dion in Gisu's body, Gisu in Morris, and Morris in Dion's body.

Morris-in-Dion, being overdramatic on purpose: i'm UGLY 😭 Dion-in-Gisu: you shut your fucking mouth right now Gisu-in-Morris: i am. not putting in the effort to maintain this pompadour Morris-in-Dion: NOOOOOOOO

There could be gender feelings! Like Dion getting into an afab body and immediately feeling better somehow, even if it's not *his* body. wow, he thinks, I am not going to think about this at all.

Gisu switched them and is begging them to go along and pretend everything is okay until she can switch it back so she doesn't get in trouble for messing with Otto's forbidden equipment.

Morris going to enjoy a day off when he's suddenly swamped with Dion's 500 chores and then babysitting/child rearing duties that leave him ragged and sore and grumpy.

Dion realizing, wow, he knew Gisu was smart, but he sees her calculations notebook and list of assignments he realizes how much pressure she's under, how much work she's juggling. He understands with the expectations on her why she wouldn't want her mistake known.

Gisu's adhd brain trying to maintain the focus to keep a lev ball steady literally all day and just randomly dropping because that shit requires control and is really hard. It requires a really deft handling of one's thoughts and powers. Morris is incredibly capable and it's no wonder Milla was selected as his mentor.

Morris pretending to be Dion to his siblings and having so much slapstick shenanigans but also when it's time to put Tala and Queepie down for a nap Tala nuzzles into his hand and calls him Big Brother, and he's like

He would die for them already

Gisu working on her body swap reversal plans in the treehouse but also she gets to take a bit of a break, listen to music and chill out in the sunshine.

Dion trying to figure out how to text Gisu to ask if he can try on any of those skirts in her closet. He tries to bend someway and Gisu's body is NOT that flexible, her back cracks and he goes down. He's trying not to raise eyebrows for not using the lev board. When Lizzie asks him why he panics and makes finger guns and walks away. She thinks, Yeah, alright, that seems like Gisu.

Norma is the only one who thinks something is weird, and decides all of their brains have been stolen! She's determined to prove it, so they're dodging her as well.

Bodyswap shenanigans! Fun!! Silly!!! Understanding of each other and growing closer!! Wahoo!!

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Dion and Tala head cannons?

He likes to act like the "brave big brother" in front of girls so he sometimes carries her around with him. It, of course, usually ends up with Mirtala saying something that just ends up embarrassing him though.

She loooves messing with his hair. She will try and put as many ribbons and clips she can fit into his hair.

She likes swinging on his arms, of course.

Always jumping out from behind trees, scooping her up in his arms and then spinning her around

sometimes Augustus' old "fortune teller" stories would scare Mirtala, so sometimes she would wait in her tent for Dion to come in and tell her a less scary version of the story

She always makes him flower crowns when flowers are nearby

He'll take her for a walk around the areas they perform at. Sometimes he'll buy her a small souvenir

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* Love struck upon thee, young Bobert

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Being sick is the worst. I can’t imagine how hard it would be for a psychic…or can I? 

Sasha already has a canon aversion to germs. I wouldn’t say he’s a hypochondriac, but he’d probably consider getting sick one of the worst things that can happen to him. The most dreadful part is the removal of his bodily autonomy. He's fine with smoking cigarettes, and is aware that they’re bad, but that’s a choice he’s making about his body. He did not choose for someone to come into his shared space sick, spread their germs around, and now he has the suffer the painful consequences of their actions. Absolutely not. Since he can’t really police sick people though he’s really conscious about germs and sanitation. He probably casually has boxes of disposable face masks just in case he has to encounter a sick person, and his aesthetic lets him get away with it for the most part without anyone suspecting anything offensive. But when he does get sick it’s him drifting in and out of consciousness trying to work from home, failing, and then succumbing to exhaustion. Lots of loss of productivity guilt.  

Sasha never thought he’d have to take care of anyone while they’re sick, after all that’s what hospitals are for, and he chose to not work in a hospital. But then at some point after they moved in together, Milla eventually got sick. Honestly his first thought was to leave and stay in a hotel until she got better. She said she’d be fine and that she can take care of herself anyway. But they’re together, and seeing Milla upset/unwell makes him…uncomfortable. Plus, he’s probably already been exposed anyway so…he chose to stay. He moved into the living space  for the foreseeable future, keeping everything as disinfected as possible and left the bedroom to serve as a quarantine. Milla was initially surprised to wake up to see Sasha still there, knowing what he’s like, but was ultimately happy by it. 

As a caretaker, Milla is used to germs. She’s pretty much ready to be a nurse to whoever for however long it takes for them to recover from their sickness. She keeps track of medicine and administration times, food and drinks, cleanliness, even just being nearby and available for emotional needs. She’s got everything under control, so there’s nothing to worry about. She applies the same philosophy as herself being sick: you just need to slow down and rest up, darling.

Milla, however, was not expecting that she wouldn’t really receive the same level of care from Sasha she gives to everyone else when they’re sick. He’d almost never be in the room with her, no matter how many times she’d try to convince him. He’d happily talk to her through telepathy but it wasn’t really the same to her. She had the romantic idea of her feverishly speaking her mind as her lover grasped her hand from her bedside, like in romantic comedies. And even if they both ended up catching the same illness at least they could stay with each other in painful solidarity. Sasha did not find this fantasy funny nor romantic. Whenever he was in the room with her, he always had a medical mask and disposable gloves on. But that was a rare sight after she kept trying to grasp his wrist to convince him to stay with her. She completely understands why he wouldn’t, but it still hurt. 

Instead of bringing out food or drinks, Milla would wake up to bowls on the bedside table and glasses of water. It initially took her a few hours and several micro naps to realize the glass hadn’t actually become empty despite how much she’d drink. Medicine would be laid out nicely with handwritten notes with instructions and timecards which listed out the previous times she’d woken up to take them. The washcloths on her forehead, around her neck and wrapped around her wrists hadn’t dried out yet.

Milla considers getting sick as a sign from the universe or just her body that she needs to slow down and take care of herself. Her body is looking for her! And since she’s pretty active and generally healthy, Milla doesn’t get sick very often, which only serves to prove her own mindset. She doesn’t have any problems with taking those sick days off, sleeping most of the day, watching TV, having soup and warm drinks…she just wishes she felt like doing any of those things. The aches and pains just make her really clingy to anyone willing to give her the time of day, willing to talk their ear off. She doesn't enjoy being alone for long periods of time when she’s well, and she especially doesn't like it when she’s sick. And in the delirium that comes with a fever, her control over her own mind slips.

Fever dreams mock her pain as the Nightmares twist and tangle her past and present emotions into a living hell. While technically someone could go in there and defeat all her Nightmares, they’d just reform quicker than it’s worth to get rid of them. Her fatigue from the illness has her subconscious mostly taking the reins rather than her waking mind. And as a result,  the regeneration time is insane as her memories fire off in jumbled slideshows some people would refer to as dreams. As much as she’d like to spend all her time sick staying up with the hypnotic static of a TV screen, the stable pages of a book or the allure of a new conversation, she has to return to that world eventually. There are few things that can alleviate her Nightmares on good days, and even less on her worst ones. But sometimes, despite her illness, Sasha will climb in with Milla and hold her while she sleeps. 

She’d stir amongst feverish dreams where party guests shrink and don the distorted screaming faces of people long lost. Beside frigid, hissing flames she’d feel sheets and blankets she’s under shift, and hear mumbles about how sticky the linen is with lukewarm sweat. And as she opens her eyes she’d see her upper body and head be moved so a pair of arms securely wrap themselves around her shoulders and waist. Another shiver would slide down her spine. Boiling parts of her body that were locked away under the blankets would be exposed to the cruel air conditioned exterior. 

But she’d feel the warmth wrapped around her upper body from the new embrace and yawn. Tears would well in her eyes from the pulsating rhythm down her neck, and her lover would shudder, being all too knowledgeable about the germs being released as she opened her mouth. A shaky hand would find its way to the side of her head. She coughed, quickly grasping onto the much cleaner fabric of her lover’s clothes. But as she eased her breathing she’d feel a slow, soothing stroking sensation ever so lightly on the surface of her scalp, through her hair, and to the bare skin of her neck. 

Her eyelids would grow heavy again. But unwilling to return the fiery hellscape currently commandeering her own party, she’d forcibly grasp them open again. She’d yawn again, and feel the hand combing through her hair twitch– just for a second. But Sasha is here. She allows her vision to fall to black, and just focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the slightly faster heart rate. Like the lull of a moving train, she’d drift off and her dreams would be a little less worse. Faces become transparent. Frostbitten, charred wallpaper is more vibrant. The vocals of the music fall to murmurs. The real world still calls. Still hearing the hum of the air conditioner, feeling the rise and fall akin to warm ocean waves and the scent of something she can’t quite put her finger on through her stuffy nose, but she knows smells good. 

She hums lightly, about to say something, but the vibrations only make the soreness worse. She opens her mouth, before closing it and burying her face farther into his chest. She swallows and her throat burns. A weight from the back of her head tilts towards her face and everything starts to feel more distant. She clutches the fabric harder. It twists in her grimy fingers. 

The arm around her waist shifts as a hand reaches up to cusp the side of her jawline. With one arm around her back and the other resting over her breast, she sighs into another yawn. Exhaling softly, her grip loosens as her fingers relax and rests into the mild heat of a warm body. And her mind does too. 

For a brief moment she looks through her eyes again. The blankets bear different patterns. Her arms are wrapped around a pillow, but it’s just as soft. Light pours into the hallway from a widening door frame. The mirror inside the hallway bathroom is completely fogged up. An arm stretches into view as the light disappears with a click. Milla’s eyes close and she can hear the kettle hiss as she drifts off again. 

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Awsome last post but going off of that I can imagine Fred being all bashful thinking about y/n or trying to confess to them but Napoleon keeps poking fun at him and/or getting in the way. That’d be something cute to write about (wink wink nudge nudge)

Hello Fred nation 😼 o7

I was debating on bringing this up in my last post but I ended up not getting into it so I’m glad you said something!!

// swear content warning 😭

♟️First things first, NOTHING gets past Napoleon. He’ll know.

♟️He walks this fine line of being patronizing and being supportive regarding Fred’s feelings towards you. One foot in and one foot out the door yknow?

-> Like, Hooray my loser grandson is finally interested in someone.

-> However, He’s a fucking loser, meaning he’s not likely to make a move.💀

-> “You can’t even win a measly board game. What makes you think you can win their affections?” Type beat.

-> Listen. At the end of the day Napoleon wants Fred to succeed, he doesn’t want his bloodline to boil down to this utter loser. That’s why he’s so hard on him. He wants to toughen Fred up.

-> Of course, Napoleon will still tease and make fun of Fred, that’s how he is. He’ll never admit it, but it can be assumed that he wants the best for Fred, if not for Fred himself, then for the Bonaparte name.

♟️That being said, Napoleon will NOT leave Fred alone. He’s really insistent on Fred making some sort of advance.

-> Napoleon hitting him with the “BACK IN MY DAY—” then telling some story about how he had to fight the ladies off with a stick or smth. And Fred’s like “thats great grandpa🧍”

♟️Fred could be talking to you and Napoleon will say the most embarrassing things to Fred and he’s just trying to have a normal conversation.

-> You notice Fred is breaking out into a sweat, turning bright red, and stammering. Oh and if you ask if he’s alright? It makes it 10x worse.

♟️If Napoleon gets too antsy he might push (or shove) Fred in the direction he wants him to be in. Yknow perhaps make a few moves for him.

-> You’ll likely won’t realize what’s happening whenever this happens. It’s unlike both Fred and your impression of Napoleon. So you’ll just wear a confused and flustered smile and look at him. It just makes Fred more embarrassed. But before he can explain himself, you’re in on it, making subtle moves yourself, and bro fucking short circuits.

♟️The highest honor is Napoleon approving of you. There’s the “Yeah sure whatever” at least this bozo is interested in someone. Then there’s legitimate approval from him. Like? If you hit Fred with a French pet name? Ough Napoleon will be singing your praises, telling Fred that you’re a keeper and so forth.

Does a lil jig

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3a o2 with dion? for the ask meme 👉👈

[ID: A bust sketch of Dion Aquato smiling while rubbing a hand behind his head. He’s colored in a palette of yellow, orange, blue, and two shades of purple. End ID.]

Been a while since I tried drawing Dion! He’s got interesting hair, as Aquatos are want to do

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(minor Psychonauts 2 spoilers) Oh, we’re always talking, darling. … Sasha says hi!