#psychonauci

[astroni800]

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old Psychonauts commish

2018

[astroni800]

Oh yeah.

[zwykly-cynizm]

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Jesteśmy zapomnianymi dziećmi

Bez ojca i matki

W śmieciach przeszłości szukamy

~Psychonauci, zapomniane dzieci

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[astroni800]

Yes, it had to end that way.

hrghn. milla. sasha. kkkisse onthe cheek.

ill do you one better

[astroni800]

OK, Raz, so that's the deal - Milla kills Nein, and then Nein kills you, you little bastard.

[astroni800]

Psychonauts Secret Santa! For @peteyplane!

As first - be carefull to do not see picture before text. The present contains both, but the pic is final spoiler! You must read first.

And I sorry for my English, as second! ^^;

Have fun and Merry Christmas!

Razputin was lying on a bed in a coma. Milla was sitting next to him, concerned. She could not forgive herself for taking him on this mission. It seemed so simple and short, the perfect opportunity for Rasputin to learn something. Indeed everything was going well – until they faced the commander of that group and he revealed his paranormal abilities. Events were so fast that neither she nor Sasha does not have time to react when a sudden psi-blast flew toward the boy... they were sure that nothing physically happened to him, but he had not awakened for a few hours.

Agent Nein walked around the room, pretending not to be nervous.

“How is our little soldier feeling?” Oleander was just entering the room.

“Unfortunately, still without changes.”

“I'm sure he is gonna pull through!” he shouted with conviction. “He is gonna pull through and will remember this day at the front for a long time!”

But she wasn't so sure. What if something terrible happened to his mind? Milla did not want to think about what had happened to Cruller. If only she could prevent it...

“We need to find out what's happening to him,” Sasha finally decided. “I'm going in.”

“All right,” she said. It seemed to be really the best solution, if not the only one. “Alone?” asked only briefly.

“Yes. You two monitor his condition.”

After crossing the psycho-passage, Sasha he looked around the green, dark landscape and adjusted his glasses.

“What an unorganized mind,” he commented instinctively, not knowing which way to go. “He did not learn anything from me.”

“You should visit foreign minds more often,” he heard the agent Vodello's voice in his head unexpectedly. “Maybe you will come to the party in mine next time?”

Three censors jumped out at him from above – he shot them all before they reached the ground.

“Milla, You know I can not dance,” Sasha replied thoughtlessly, choosing a random direction.

There could only be one answer for that:

“I can teach you.”

The man sighed. He knew her and understood that this was her way of dealing with the pain and fear caused by the suffering of dear child (whom Raz, despite his extraordinary abilities, was without no doubt), another type of control of emotions. On the other hand, he did not like when she behaved like that in situations like this – how is he supposed to control his emotions in such conditions? Imagining that he is dancing with Milla made him feel like a poorly cooled computer.

He decided to redirect his thoughts to other tracks. What could happen here? There are several options. His consciousness may have been somehow damaged, fortunately it is only the worst possibility, quite unlikely. Its functioning could also be temporarily disturbed. Or... Or...

Sasha stopped thinking and stood still, hearing distant patter and stopped. He turned in that direction and immediately remembered why he came here.

“Oh gosh...” he said quietly and took a few steps back.

“What is happening?” His reaction alarmed her.

“I think...” he spoke to her after a short deliberation. “I think you should come here and help me.”

“Tell me what you see there?”

“Too much to explain,” he stated, confused. “Just come as soon as you can. And take Morry with you.”

It did not take a minute as the two called psychonauts appears on the spot.

“You're right, Nein, nobody's going to clean up here like...” Oleander Morceau started, but immediately noticed what Sasha was looking at and fell silent, astonished, with his mouth wide open.

Milla looked in the same direction:

“Oh dear...”

From the top of the hill in front of them numerous red eyes looked curiously and long ears listened carefully. Until now, when big flood of several dozen white fluffy balls, that seemed to be looking out for guests, moved down towards them.

Coach jumped forward:

“Bunnies!”

A few bunnies hopped up to Sasha's legs, staring at him questioningly and anxiously.

“It seems that the dormant remains of Oleander's mind have been activated by the opponent's psi-blast,” the agent began to explain. “Unfamiliar animal entity appear to be vexed and lost, such a transposition must have been very stressful for them, same as the first hours in a new place. In addition, their huge number causes their mood to take over the overall emotional state of Razputin's mind, which in turn is the reason why he can not wake up. I suppose the only way to trigger positive mental stimuli is to improve the well-being of these creatures.

“Bunnies!” Coach looked around happily, and tears of emotion appeared in his eyes.

“They need love!” Milla guessed.

“So you can see for yourself that, that I am in over my head.” Nein spread his hands helplessly.

“We should cuddle them!”

“That's what I thought about, agent Vodello.” Sasha smiled. “And that no one can handle it better than you.”

“Bunnies!!!” The short man was already grabbing a dozen small downy animals with his long arms.

“And Morceau, of course.”

“And you too!” Milla said, moved by his shyness. Without waiting for resistance, she handed him one of the animals. The bun looked at Sasha's glasses with great interest and little hearts appeared over his head.

“Err...” murmured Sasha, returning his gaze. “I am not sure if... Umm...”

“Just come here and hug them all with us!” she laughed, sitting down to the great rabbit crowd next to Morry and helping him embrace it. “I am sure, you can, darling! For Razputin!”

This final encouragement worked. Nein squatted to them, petted the nearest bunnies and finally enfold as much as he could. And thought that tickling the soft bunny fur was even pleasant. Bunnies were thinking similarly about their company, as a lot of happy hearts appeared in air over their heads.

Razputin moved uneasily. Apparently the Sasha's theory worked, because the boy's eyelin twitched, he winced and eventually a gentle, warm smile settled on his face.

[astroni800]

Oh, Sasha is so sweet, I love them ^^

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[astroni800]

A similar case. "Nah, it's impossible for me to do anything nice while drawing on PDAcraft Paint on my smartphone at 10pm in bed." However... I just adjust the lines and added colors. So... Here you are, @kociara81, here is your wished psychonauts alterego! ^^

[astroni800]

Do not ask, please.

[astroni800]

Sasha Nein is good for upcoming everthing.

Anonymous asked:

Can we get some psychonauts arts for the upcoming psychonauts 2?

Admittedly the art style of Psychonauts falls bit too far in the stylized category where it feels hard for me to portray the characters in my style which is why I haven’t really drawn much fanart of it in these 15 or so years, but sure why not, here’s an attempt at drawing Sasha Nein

[astroni800]

Let's Boop oop a doop, darling!

For friend ^^

[astroni800]

Sasha Nein, “Psychonauts”

( I always wanted to do something like this ^^)

[astroni800]

(My egocentrism...)

I really like the style of the characters of Psychonauts. That's funny to talk about line, when we have 3D game, but the shape and proportions really works for my imagination. So I tried to draw myself like that. I planned to do a sketch with a pencil on a piece of paper, as usual, but Paint was closer, hehe... I even don't care if that "I" could be one of the campus participants or their psycho-teacher, so how could I know if she can psi-blasting or something... It's enough for me that she has Cruller-like hair X)

[astroni800]

Oh, you, what a pleasant surprise...

@kociara81