#dion/adam

[brain-bumbler]

I've been scrolling through your psychic Dion headcanon and I saw the chronic migraines idea and I just thought of the cutest fluff idea of Dion's polycule trying to take care of him before Morris realizes that his psyonics being on the fritz is connected to his migraines!

The sun is setting behind the tree line when Dion feels a tingling behind his eyes, like fingers pressing on his optic nerves.

Not now. Please, not now.

He's sitting on the roof of the brain-shaped building he's grown so familiar with over the summer, his feet dangling twenty feet over the Quarry's lake.

Gisu's pressed to his left side, her hand linked in his as they watch the sky turn gold. Morris is on his right, his chair resting on the ground for once so he can rest his arm on Dion's shoulder. It's the end of the day and he just wants to spend his precious free time relaxing with his partners.

It's the water. It's always the water. He should have known better than to get so close to so much water, but the weather is so nice, and he's been doing better. He doesn't even get dizzy looking down at the lake.

Gisu and Morris's chatter floats over his head. The words garble together, bleeding into long strings of nonsense. Sunbeams bouncing off the water grow brighter, trailing in long wispy lines as he moves his head. It almost looks pretty.

The hand on his shoulder shakes him. He hunches over, neck muscles tightening like stretched rubber bands. Oh god, it's starting and he can't stop it. The pressure in his head builds slowly, like air filling a balloon.

"Dion? Awoka eenu ehligh?"

It takes a second for him to register his name. "Mmmph. I'm fine," he says automatically. He turns to look at Morris, and catches the sun behind his head, burning directly into his retinas. Red, green, and yellow and lights flash behind his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.

"Dion, abuu habing norah?"

He tries to focus on Gisu's voice. Her tone is full of concern, even if the meaning is hard to puzzle out.

His skull feels too small, like his brain is swelling up with water, threatening to crack the bones and explode like a horror movie prop. He presses his palms to his temples as a dozen little invisible needles pinprick his skull.

Warm hands hold his chin. They press against his jaw, coaxing him to unclench his teeth.

A hand pressed to his back, two more on his shoulders, pulling him to his feet. He wobbles, his legs tingling and half-asleep, but Morris and Gisu steady him.

They walk him back into the Motherlobe. Morris's levitation lifts Dion, supporting his weight as Gisu nudges him forward step by step.

He isn't sure how long it is they walk. Anyone they pass is sure to stare, but he can't tell with his eyes shut tight.

A door opens and closes behind him. A larger set of hands cup his head, fingers warm and rough. They rub delicately over his brows, the signal that it's safe to open his eyes.

The lights are off in the jr agents' dorm room, and it's getting darker as Gisu hurries to draw the blinds. Adam smiles down at Dion, cupping his cheeks.

"Apahhu nruv?"

Dion can't understand the words, but the tone of his boyfriend's soft British drawl brings his shoulders down from around his ears.

The dumpy couch in the dorms smells like Morris's cologne and Sam's woodland animal friends. He didn't used to like it, but now he relaxes into the familiar cushions, laying down and curling into a tiny ball. The dark helps. He can focus on breathing and not holding back vomit.

Gisu nudges him, and he lets her pick him up and deposit his head in her lap, careful not to jostle him. She pets his head as the others chat quietly.

He listens for as long as he can, holding on to the sound of their voices as his head splits down the middle. The pressure is the awful part. Something inside him banging on the inside of his head, trying to get out.

He might make a sound of pain— he can't hear himself if he does— because the talk around him stops. Gisu squeezes his arm as he wraps his hands around his head. The agony throbs with his heartbeat.

Someone else touches him. He tries to open his eyes, but the world is a swimming mess of color. Leaning into their hands, Dion lets them move him however they want.

They lightly touch his forehead, and he can feel cool breath on his face as his cheeks pinken. They're so close, and he doesn't need more blood rushing to his head from being flustered.

Then, miraculously, the pounding in his brain eases. Like air escaping from a leaky tire, the pressure in his head deflates. He gasps, nearly falling forward face-first.

When the touch pulls away, he whines, reaching back for them. His brain is still on fire, but it's more of a campfire and less of an incinerator. With relief so strong he can't keep himself up any longer.

The feeling is like cool water running over a blistering burn. It's enough that he can start to drift off. The only thing he can do is wait for the rest of the migraine to fade on its own, but now he can doze until it passes.

Gisu stares at the boy in her lap. His chest rises and falls steadily as he sleeps. Morris and Adam gape at Lizzie, kneeling in front of the couch, her hands hovering over Dion.

Lizzie's own shock is obvious. She closes her open mouth, one eyebrow quirked as she studies the boy in the center of them all.

"Lizzie… Did you…?"

"I thought a little ice would take the edge off. But then I felt his mind… there was so much energy, it's like a lightning storm in there. The static was gonna discharge eventually," she says, whispering.

"Psychic discharge. Hell, that means…" Adam kneels next to her and presses another kiss to Dion's forehead.

"Okay. Okay. I think we should talk about this when he's awake." Even with her mind racing on a superhighway of questions, Gisu can't help her own lips twitching up as she sees how calm Dion is. There will be a lot to talk about later, but for now it's enough that he's feeling better.

"Sounds good to me. Leave the serious stuff for later. I want to find some whipped cream and a feather." Morris rubs his hands together like a cartoon supervillain. He won't do anything, not when Dion is in pain, but the joke disperses some of their anxiety as Gisu whaps him on the hair.

Dion is psychic. It makes sense. The symptoms of psychic repression are weird, but the headaches and fatigue are classic. He's always been so firm and confident about it, and his family agreed that he never displayed any visible powers. But that's not a guarantee. People miss things, I should have considered the possibility….

Morris settles next to Lizzie on the couch while Adam slips under Dion's legs to sit in the middle. She puts the should haves away. For now, they'll keep each other company, watching anime without sound and texting each other memes until Dion wakes up.

When he does blink awake, Dion feels better than he ever has after an episode. His friends and partners are sleeping, flopped over him, limbs tangled together in such a mess he doesn't want to think about getting up.

Dion finds someone's hand and holds it tight, and he can almost feel his head clear even more. Love is funny like that.

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual

Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[ooliecat]

@saucytango i am sox4 SORRY! i was your backup secret santa this year.

there was no real reason it took this long. no one deserves to wait like that. i hope you like these despite.

here's an extra raz and lili thing for taking so long.

[ribbonzregretz]

oh hey i draw serious stuff too

[marbledpython]

campfire night

(unshaded vers under the cut :] )

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[stwonk]

Hello again, I am yet again art blocked, so have my age headcanons for some of the Psychonaut characters (*￣∇￣)ノ

Interns.

Adam is 18, but freshly so. The eldest, since he acts quite mature i get the eldest vibe from him. (Also i thought he was a teacher when I first started playing...) Lizzie is 16 i think, but the eldest 16 year old (there is multiple 16 year olds okay), Norma is 17, i just get 17 from her okay. Morris i think is also 17 but very very freshly 17, like not even a week of being 17, basically 16, he hasn't processed that next year he will be 18. Gisu is 16, but youngest 16. Sam is also 16, but in the middle. Raz of course, is 10, that's cannon, so is Lili.

The Aquato's.

I think Donatella is maybe in her mid thirties, maybe late thirties. I don't take her as a older woman as since her and Augustus met at 17 and 18, they probably had kids (Dion) early. Donatella is maybe 35-36, maybe 37, Augustus is the same age range, only one year younger. Dion is 17, I just think he gives mature enough to be the eldest without being a adult. Frazie is 16, a year apart from Dion. I think Donatella assumed she was done after two, but BOOM here comes Raz, that's why there's such a big age difference between Dion, Frazie and Raz. Raz is 10 (obv), and I think Mirtala is maybe 6 or 7, based on how she speaks and acts, young but not to young. Queepie is maybe 4 or 5. Nona is maybe in her 60's or 70's, but I'm not exactly sure how to pin it, since we don't know if Nona was the younger or older sister between her and Morona.

The psychic seven + Psychonauts staff.

Hollis is probably 32, maybe 33. Sasha is also around that age around 34 maybe, Mila is i think younger at 30. Oleander is maybe early 40's? 41 maybe. Truman is 37 i think, around his late thirties maybe early forties. All of the psychic seven are in their 50's-70's. I think Lucrecia was the eldest, and Bob the youngest. Nick//Gristol is maybe 35-36? I don't think he's to old, but he's also balding so ya know..but that depends on genetics more then age.

Omay bye bye I need to sleep (-.-)Zzz・・・・

[neonartistycauseidk]

Sooo, uh, something possessed me and I was compelled to make the Psychonauts interns + Dion and Frazie in their casual/everyday wear…(post-Psychonauts events) and these were the result of my picrew frenzy:

Norma

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Lizzie

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Dion

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Frazie

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Raz

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Lili

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Gisu

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Adam

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Morris

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Sam

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I’ll likely draw them in these outfits sometime soon…but uh…yeah 👌

(A LOT of these were headcannon based…and trust me…I got quite a bit of headcannons for these goofy goobers)

[doodle17]

A bunch of older Psychonauts incorrect quote sloppy doodles

Oh God there's so many

[purplewillowchicken]

Here's another gem from The Last Leg

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[kneejerknuck]

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1922 Words; @brain-bumbler's Dormmates AU

AO3 ver

“Move it, pompadork.” Dion growled, trying to get back to his dorm.

“Oh, am I in your way?” Morris moved right in front of Dion. “Guess you’ll just have to sit there and wait then.” He looked up at Dion, radiating as much challenge as was physically possible.

“Do you get paid to be an ass?” Dion snarled. “Do you wake up every morning and decide ‘Oh, I need to be as big of a jerk as possible’?” His voice rose with his frustration, even through his Morris Impression.

“I don’t know,” Morris countered, “Do you make it your mission to be a blight on everyone’s day?” This only drew forth more high-pitched curses from Dion, to which Morris began to respond in kind.

“It’s way too early for this.” Adam grumbled, in the doorway of his and Morris’ dorm. A telekinesis hand appeared in between Morris and Dion, putting a pause on their argument.

“STAY OUT OF IT!” They both voiced their disagreement as one, only for that to spark a fresh wave of confrontation as they simultaneously accused the other of copying them.

Adam brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and groaned. “I’m not dealing with this.” He decided. “Not at this hour.”

“I don’t know, it’s pretty funny.” Gisu commented from her spot on the couch. She still had her pajamas on, the hood of her rex onesie casting a toothed shadow over her eyes.

“Only for the first twenty minutes.” Adam responded, moving over to the kitchen. “Then you just wait for them to stop, and they never do.”

“Huh.” Gisu said, in a tone that said that she didn’t particularly care what Adam had been putting up with in the boys’ half of the dorm. She shrugged, still working through the bowl of cereal held on a telekinesis hand in front of her. “They’ve gotta run out of steam eventually.” She declared, between bites.

“They better.” Norma mumbled from the breakfast bar. “Or I’m throwing both of them out of the window.” As Morris could levitate and Dion was an acrobat, neither would be in very much danger from being defenestrated. But it would be satisfying, and Norma looked like she was seriously considering it as Dion and Morris got progressively louder.

“Dion must really care about Morris.” Raz decided through a yawn. “‘Cause Dee and Frazie argue with each other all the time, and they care about each other.” He watched the two for a moment, then added, “And they don’t even argue in a mean way.”

Norma snorted. “Maybe tell them that.” She suggested. “That’ll probably get them to stop.”

“Huh, that might work.” Raz nodded. He hopped off of the stool, his toast forgotten as he skipped over to Dion and Morris. “Hey, guys—”

“WHAT?” Dion and Morris both turned to Raz in tandem, once again unified by the threat of their argument being stopped.

“You argue like siblings.” Raz pointed out. “Dion must really care about you, Morris!” He grinned, showing off all of his teeth, not a shred of anything but mischief in his eyes.

The reaction was immediate. Dion’s face flushed, protestations falling from his lips as he sputtered. Morris looked equally as put-out, frantically trying to assert how much he hated Dion’s guts.

“With the way you too are so obsessed with each other, some might think you’re lovers!” Norma called out from the breakfast bar. Morris and Dion’s equally red faces turned to her, too stunned to speak.

Morris recovered his aplomb first. “I am not obsessed with this clown.” He asserted, moving over to the side.

“I barely think about you at all.” Dion agreed, face still red as he flipped over to his dorm.

Silence reigned in the common room for a moment.

“Huh.” Adam commented. “Wonder how long until it starts up again?”

Morris huffed. “Hey!”

Gisu cackled.

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“Pretty please? With sprinkles on top?” Hand clasped together, Gisu gave Dion her best puppy dog eyes. “Just once?” She even batted her eyelashes, too, to really sell it.

Dion’s mouth pressed into a thin line, his eyes darting away from Gisu. “No.” He reaffirmed, even though his voice wasn’t as firm as it had been before.

“Aww, c’mon!” Gisu urged. She turned back to the couch in the common area. “Guys, help me out here!”

Norma continued knitting, ignoring the proceedings. Sam narrowed her eyes at Dion, but otherwise said nothing—possibly still upset at being banned from the kitchen. Adam rather pointedly looked away from the breakfast bar. Morris and Lizzie, however, both added their voices to the cause, the video game in front of them paused as they looked over the back of the couch. Their voices intermingled as they tried to cajole Dion into conceding. Gisu watched as Dion’s resolve dissolved.

Dion rallied, glaring at Morris. “I’m not cooking for you.” He growled. “The answer’s still no.”

Morris smirked. “Wow, you must be really bad at cooking.” He taunted. “Suppose we’ll just have to make do with someone better.”

Raz, from where he was on the stool next to Gisu’s, turned his eyes to Dion. “Don’t you want to show them how good you are?” He asked, his face covered in the sweetest innocence he could manage.

Dion gave Raz a dry look. “You’re just saying that because Gisu bribed you.” He pointed out, knowing full well that Raz was mostly just trying to get a rise out of him.

“Is it working?” Raz asked, face morphing into a mischievous grin.

Dion’s face went through several expressions that essentially boiled down to saying “yes, but I don’t want it to” without him needing to say anything at all. He clenched and unclenched his hands into fists, visibly working his jaw as he searched for a response.

After a moment, Dion threw his head back and groaned, conceding. “Fine!” He turned back to the kitchen. “But if any one of you comes in here while I’m working then the deal’s off!”

Raz and Gisu cheered.

Lizzie pumped a fist in that air. “Free food!”

Norma rubbed at her temples. “Great, that’s settled.” She commented. “Are you going to get back to your game?” She asked, tilting her head towards the screen.

Morris turned around first and grabbed his controller. “Hey, Gisu, do you wanna join?”

Gisu waved him off. “Nah, I wanna watch.” She said.

Lizzie shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

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“Right.” Dion set down the last plate. “Bon appétit, or whatever.” He grumbled, going back to the counter to grab his own plate.

Raz dug in immediately, uttering his thanks around his bites.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Dion chided without even turning around.

“As much as I hate to say it,” Morris said, “This is really good.”

“Yeah, this is top-notch.” Adam agreed. “How long have you been cooking?”

Dion preened. “Of course it’s good,” He said, “And that’s none of your business.”

Morris made a rude gesture in Dion’s direction. “No need to be a sourpuss.” He pointed out.

“I’ll be as sour as I like!” Dion had turned to look back at the table, his plate only half filled. After a moment, he turned back to the counter.

“Today’s lesson!” Norma interjected, before Dion and Morris could start to really go at it. “Let’s talk about that!”

Raz perked up immediately. “Yeah!” He agreed. “I had this idea for telekinesis that I wanted to try out later.” He waved his hands as he spoke, his food forgotten in front of him for the moment. “I was wondering how much weight it can handle, and if I could lift myself with it.”

“That’s just worse levitation.” Morris decided, between bites.

“And who made you the expert?” Gisu asked teasingly, leaning over the table. “You’re not Milla.”

Morris gave Gisu a flat look. “I’m an expert.” He argued. “Clearly.”

“Then I guess I am too!” Gisu countered. She turned back to Raz. “We should go out to the Questionable Area and test that tomorrow.”

Raz nodded. “Yeah!” He grinned. He went back to his meal, but the conversation continued on as Lizzie brought up a project Compton had assigned her and Norma started asking questions about it to be polite.

A wave of homesickness passed over the table with no discernible source. The trash can opened, and Adam looked over to see Dion scraping his food into the trash, expression stone.

“You okay?” He started, but Dion just stomped past the table without a word. He crossed the common area and disappeared down the hall, melancholy bleeding into anger radiating from him the whole way there.

“What’s his problem?” Morris asked.

Raz shrugged. “How would I know?” He didn’t dig around in Dion’s head often, both to avoid Dion somehow finding out and getting annoyed by it and because there were better things to do with his time. Half the stuff Dion did anyway barely made sense as it was, so why would Raz have any insight? “It’s not like him to waste food.” He added. Something must have really ticked Dion off then, Raz supposed.

Lizzie shrugged. “Maybe he’s being pissy for the sake of it.” She suggested. She took another bite. “This is really good though.” She complimented, reaching for her glass.

A wave of agreement passed over the table. It was a general sense of that was weird and a big mental shrug at whatever was going on with Dion.

As usual, it didn’t take long for the conversation to move on.

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“Your brother is a housewife.”

Raz looked up from Issue #242 of True Psychic Tales at Sam’s comment. “What?” Sam was a little different at the best of times, and utterly incomprehensible at the worst. But after knowing her for a few weeks, Raz was reasonably confident that he could decipher the method to her madness more often than not.

This, however, was one of those “nots.” Sam stared at him innocently over a bowl of… something, a bird perched upon her head as she stirred. Raz stared at her from the booth he was seated in, wondering if the Lumberstack had a gas leak. Or if it even had gas to leak. He’d heard that gas leaks could make people say funny things.

Or it might just be Sam being Sam.

“Which one?” Raz asked, because while he had an idea he still wanted to be sure. If Sam was talking about Queepie then Raz would have no hope of ever understanding what she was talking about.

“Dion.” Sam chirped, turning her attention back to the bowl on the counter before her. “He knows how to cook and mend, he cleans, and he’s good with kids. Housewife material.” She nodded after listing off her reasons.

“Oookay.” Raz said. If he thought about it, then what Sam was saying did make sense. Dion was good at all those things, though Raz wasn’t sure where Sam got the last point from. Still, the logic was clear and easy to follow, even if it would never have occurred to Raz. Sam was like that, coming at everything sideways. Sometimes it resulted in the most confusing things Raz had ever heard, and sometimes it made sense, like now.

Raz frowned. “But he’s not married?” Didn’t being a wife require marriage? Raz was pretty sure that was the case.

Sam chuckled. “Not yet he isn’t.” How she made it sound both lighthearted and threatening, Raz would never understand.

Raz nodded, turning back to his comic. Better to just nod and agree.

[joshua-beeking]

" The more he fall in love with Terence, which he does every single day-" ( bit from latest cameo answer)

S-Stewart you need to warn a man before dropping such a Feels bomb.

[kibasniper]

Summary: Adam comes across a special celebration underway. In the middle of good cheer, the birthday girl poses a particular question that leaves him stumped under the spotlight.