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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Witch Bunny
the Duomo in Milan, Italy
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...
NSISKSKDKSKDKDKDKDKDNSKSKDJWJDKSJDD AHHHH I STILL CAN'T YET OVER HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS IS!!!!! RICHIE AND JONATHAN LOOK SO DAMN HANDSOME 👀👀👀❤️❤️❤️❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH CREEPER MEEPER AH- ❤️
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Dolores, a Ziegfeld Girl, photographed by Adolph de Meyer for Vogue, 1919
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Harry Gardiner hanging from the 24th story of the Hotel McAlpin in New York City, 1910.
The “Human Fly” climbed his first building in 1905, and ended up having topped over 700 by the time he ended his unusual career. Read more of history here…
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