Well, my CSP license has died I decided to post some incomplet sketches here. If anyone wants to take property or make something with this…I have no problem
“Ah, that Rasputin. He has certainly done me proud.”
I have been obsessed with one German fashion designer dad since 2006, and I stand by that whole heartedly. So much so, that this is indeed re-uploaded because Tumblr tried to compress poor Sasha Nein the first time. The horror!
I really could not leave out 2 ships all 3 suggested were all so good and I had many fun ideas! But this here is what I ended up doing and go for! This was really fun to make!
Sasha and Milla are doing disco together! Raz gave Lili a flower! Raz, Lili, and Dogen sit outside on a beautiful summer night watching the stars and space and hanging out with each other! Also a big heart in the middle! My treat! I also made it like a photograph!
I have a headcanon that nobody at the psychonauts HQ told Sasha he was being partnered up with someone because they knew he’d refuse… and that Sasha secretly had a celebrity crush on Milla before he even met her. Worked out well for the guy, huh?
[ID: A Psychonautsfanfic cover. Most of the picture is in grayscale in addition to three colors. Loboto stands on the left side of the cover with his back to the viewer, the view over his right shoulder, a threatening smile on his face as he holds out his claw. Bright green and red lights shine down from his loupes and down onto Raz and Oleander, who are huddled together close to the center of the image. They are both looking up at Loboto and appear very small compared to him. Raz’s goggles are on, and he looks scared and apologetic, holding his hands up in defense. Oleander stands behind Raz, grabbing him by the shoulders and holding him in front of himself as he looks up at Loboto in terror. The red and green lights are reflected off of them. Circling in the air around them and held up by purple telekinetic psychic powers are a number of tools. Counterclockwise starting from the bottom left are a rusty syringe with a bent needle, a hooked dental pick, an ice pick, a hammer, and a strange-looking drill (similar to the one Loboto has in his lab). Loboto and the tools’ shadows are cast over Raz and Oleander, though their faces are illuminated by the light from Loboto’s eyes. The rest of the room around them is very dark. The fic’s title “Psychics Ruin EVERYTHING” is in light text on the top right. /end ID]
Fandom:Psychonauts
Rating:K+
Genre: Angst, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort
Characters: Razputin Aquato, Caligosto Loboto, Morceau Oleander, Truman Zanotto, Otto Mentallis, Sasha Nein, Milla Vodello (and briefly Morris and Queepie). (The fic mostly involves the first three!)
Warnings: References to canonical child abuse and medical abuse in future chapters (more warnings to be added later)
Description:A few days after the whirlwind of events of Psychonauts 2, Razputin receives his first mission as a Junior Psychonaut: go into the mind of the recently-re-captured Caligosto Loboto and make sure he’s ready to be released… and if not, well… go from there. But it shouldn’t be thathard, right? Loboto’s all better now that his moral compass is back… isn’t he?
Beta Readers:@jaywings and @of-science-and-stars and Pinky G. Rocket
Notes:FINALLY. I started this fic back in August last year and I have been dying to post it since. This will be multiple chapters (looking like about 7 at the moment) and I’m going to try to post a chapter a week. (Most of the fic is already complete!) Also, this fic will make references to some of my previous fics, BUT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE READ THEM TO UNDERSTAND THIS! This can be read on its own!
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Chapter 1: First Assignment
Summary:In which Raz feels uneasy about his new title… until he receives his first mission.
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“…and so it’s, um, still a lot to think about, you know? Since it just happened uh…” Raz paused, flicking his fingers up and down, counting out the digits. “…yesterday? Yesterday.”
“Understandable,” Morris replied.
Raz shifted in his seat. “On second thought, maybe we should have waited a week or something for this to settle before—”
Morris shuffled his notes, the fwip of paper against paper drowning out Raz. “So, now that you’re an official Junior Psychonaut—”
“Hey, you are, t—”
Morris cleared his throat and gave Raz a glance. “Now that you’re an official Junior Psychonaut, what are your plans?”
It’s been a looooong time since I drew some Psychonauts content. I heard it was the first game anniversary this week, I wanted to make a fan art, but I didn’t know who to draw, so I gathered some of my Characters sketch from my sketchbook and put them here.
If you ask, no, I stil haven’t played the 2nd game, avoiding spoilers is still hard, I plan to play it one day… But I’m sure it will worth the wait !
Sasha was born in Germany, the son of a humble shoe repairman. His mother died giving birth to him. As soon as he could talk, Sasha pestered his father constantly for stories about his mother, asking him what she was like. His father, Lars Nein was heartbroken and couldn’t talk about it. This was incredibly frustrating to Sasha. Maybe it was by shear force of will, born out of an intense desire to know his mother, but Sasha eventually broke through—psychically. He was able to mentally penetrate his incommunicative father’ mind and see Lars’ memories of Sasha’s mother for himself.
Sasha worked in his father’s shoe shop until his teen years, spending most of his time with his nose in a book. He studied philosophy and psychology, fascinated with the nature of identity and the human soul. Is your soul really inside your head somewhere? And if so, could he travel inside and find it? He had been inside his father’s head many times, had he seen his soul? He had to stop before he found out because seeing his mother from his father’s perspective became just too weird for him, he began to visit the minds of random customers as they came into the store.
He’d hear them thinking about their shoes. He’d hear them thinking about his father’s prices. Mundane stuff. But then one day, he heard someone planning to blow up the children’s hospital. Sasha told his dad and his dad (who was pretty familiar with his son’s gift) confronted the guy. They got into a fist fight, and were hauled down to the station, and sure enough, the lunatic was wired to explode. The police didn’t believe Sasha’s story about hearing the lunatic’s thoughts. They assumed he was just covering for his dad, who had started the fight himself.
But before long, the shoe repair shop had an important visitor: Ford Cruller, then head of recruitment for the Psychonauts. They brought Sasha in, had him tested, and that was that. Sasha became a Psychonaut. At first he was sent on simple recon missions, eventually covering the world as a psychic spy. Then he became an in-mind agent, or an Injectable. That is where he did some of his most famous work. He became a Psychic James Bond, traveling the world, jumping into the heads of heads of state, Presidents, Prime Ministers, Kings and Queens; and also into the minds of some of the worlds greatest menaces: Dictators, Terrorists, Super Villains. He’d find information, retrieve lost memories, implant false ones, fix psychosis, create psychosis—he could do anything.
(put something in here about how he helped Milla, and had feelings for her but that he kept them locked away deep in the cube of his heart, because she was his student)
To psychic groupies, he was a rock star. But Sasha seemed unaware. His exploits in the field were only interesting to him as experiments. He was gathering data to further his research. His laboratory was where the real excitement was for him. Sasha was pursuing a million theories at once, including the therapeutic effects of lucid dreaming, the preservation of psychic energy in the closed system of the mind, and control over the minds automatic mental entities, eg: censors.
He spends time at whispering Rock where he has a secret lab, access to vast quantities of psitanium, and a plethora of the best kind of research subjects: children. Young psychics have the most pure gifts, and they are invaluable when it comes to researching psychic development. He hopes to discover why some people are psychic and some are not. It’s Sasha’s belief that all people could be psychic if they could just find some way to make contact with the collective unconscious.
To Sasha, being a Psychonaut means exploring the mysterious universe of the human mind. The ultimate quest for self-awareness and enlightenment.
