#psychonauts dart

[dammarchy211]

Local 13 year old finds out what non-circus music is and wardrobe becomes 60% band t shirts

Plus some 13 y/o dart concept sorry we’re in doodle city rn

For anyone who knows the headcanon Dart lore I have her dad is still alive and she’s still affiliated with the Deluginists at this point

[how-good-day]

Amsterdam boy

[theruxpinator]

dart

[doodle17]

My God these psychics GAY!! Good for them good for them..

I colorpicked the flags from these screenshots :)

Also bonus D'art because I can't leave my son out

They've been in the queue since Thursday get em while they're still warm

[heximinimalsartstuff]

Dart and Vision .fun fact firs tthing i did when i got drunk today was draw Vision <33 unhm i'm going throuhg rough stuff like that arm injury thats actually light vvent art of what happened oh and theres Vision because hes' glorious. i'm going to go to bed noww <333

drew vision bc he was in m ydream actually

[psicadetterra]

whats any topic thats on your mind right now. or anything you wish was discussed or acknowledged more?

Today, I was thinking about Dart. He holds my interest because he has a sort of "mysterious" vibe to him. I like to try and imagine what he could have been like. I know he's described as being "uptight and cynical" as well as looking down on the campers because they don't take Psychonaut training seriously. I'm sure they had more in mind for him before they scrapped him, but we'll probably never know.

When I draw him, I like to think of him as Raz's shadow or "reflection" (because I love Kirby & The Amazing Mirror. I'm not going to derail this by describing that game, so just Google it if you are unfamiliar.)

He's like Raz, but also not. I don't see Dart as a villain or being bitter about being replaced. I don't even think they're aware of eachother. I think he's a Sasha Nein fanboy too, but he keeps it lowkey. He even has his own Lili (which is one of the concept art Lilis. I just call her "Beta Lili.")

I don't know how far they got with Dart's backstory, but I like to think it somewhat mirrors Raz's. He's from a clan of ninjas (which would serve to explain his platforming abilities. On some of his concept artwork he looks a bit like a ninja. It's outright labeled as "ninja" too. I like to keep that aspect in mind when I draw him.) I think ninjas could have beef with psychics. Ninjas want to be undetected, but a psychic could easily detect their presence. Just hire a psychic if you want your shit protected from ninjas lol. Ninja-psychic rivalry.

I think in one of the first concepts he was going to use a gold pocketwatch to hypnotize people to go into their minds. He deals with the sleeping mind while Raz works with the waking mind (since Raz goes into people's minds when they are awake.) Dart's hat also looks like a nightcap, so I think it would work out.

It's all just ideas I like to play around with. It's nothing concrete. Me and my sister came up with it together. We also like to think Dartalor would have acted like a big robot in Lungfishopolis.

[curi0uscreature]

* Dart….Dart my little butch where is your DLC ( <- Made the damn thing)

[paxcallow]

jessi gave me the idea to draw this. it's pretty f███d up what happened to dirk.

for halloween dirk and rose are going as their heritage. it's so fucked up what happened to dart

[mysteryverse6]

Mystery kids remake comic pt 3 episode 2

(So if anything, tomorrow I will be busy, and the next comic is postponed for now, the reason is that tomorrow there will be a holiday in my city and it will last 3 or 4 days, when it ends I will immediately continue the comic.)

(And Mabel screams in panic and Dipper Pines picks up the paper and reads it out loud)

Dipper Pines: Greetings my dearest Mabel-ugh-I hope you will forgive me when all this is over and we are blissfully reunited, but right now, I demand that you bring all of your new acquaintances to the Graveyard immediately if you ever want to see your precious pig again. Signed, Gideon.

Lili Zanotto: That creep took your pig?!

Mabel Pines: AAAAA

Susie: He took our talisman. You know what, this is too much.

Razputin Aquato: We will bring it back

Norman Babcock: Uh, the problem is...

Wybie Lovat: It sounds like a trap.

Dipper Pines: Yeah. Gideon's usually not too hard to deal with, but you never know what he'll do...

Mabel Pines: WADDLES! I'M COMING FOR YA!! WAAADDDLLLEESSSSS!!

Susie: Go

(She takes off running at full speed)

Coraline Jones: I guess we're doing this, trap or not. C'mon!

Kris Dremurr: You know, I'm starting to think that Dipper might have been right today.

(They chase off after her)

Neil Downe: We have arrived

(They finally catch up to her in front of a tall mausoleum where Gideon is perched with Waddles under his arm.)

Mabel Pines: Here he is

Gideon Gleeful: Well, well, it looks like you've finally arrived at triumph.(Sweetly) "Ah see, there they are now m'lady. Why don'tcha join me up here for a spell?"

Mabel Pines: Go FUCK! Give Chubby back right now

Gideon Gleeful: Ah-ah! Not until y'all hand over the Mystery Shack to me!

Dipper Pines: No! I don't know what you're planning Gideon, but you should just give up now! You're way outnumbered!

Razputin Aquato: (Confidently) Don't worry Mabel, Lili and I can handle this. I've faced a similar hostage situation before; a little telekinesis and you'll have Waddles back in a sec.

(He goes to put a hand to his forehead and reach his hand out, but something's wrong-his telekinesis isn't working!)

Lili Zanotto: (Impatient) Raz, what's the holdup?

Razputin Aquato: Uh, you try, maybe he's out of my range.

Susie: Someone said we could handle this.

(Lili rolls her eyes and lifts a hand-but finds the same result. She's one of the strongest telekinetics the Psychonauts have, and she can't reach up a few yards to lift a pig out of a small boy's arms.)

Lili Zanotto: I can't do it! Why can't I do it?!

Gideon Gleeful: Not so fearsome without your powers, are ya? Amazin' what you can learn with a little research and the right materials. One magic circle later and you've got an astral block large enough to cover this entire cemetery! With it, your projectionary powers are useless!

(The kids look horrified as Gideon laughs triumphantly. No one notices Mabel has darted around the back of the mausoleum and has climbed up the ladder Gideon brought with him. She pounces from behind, with Waddles squealing all the while as the two kids tussle on the roof. But Gideon manages to pin Mabel down, holding her firmly by the arm.)

Dipper Pines: (Worried) "Oh no, Mabel!"

Susie: RRR Well, everyone, forward to the ata...

(But suddenly the earth cracked)

Kris Dremurr: What was that?

Gideon Gleeful: And now that you've joined me darlin', it's time to watch your friends' destruction. Rise, my undead minions! Destroy them!

(All around them, zombies burst from their graves, ugly and rotting.)

Kris Dremurr: W-what zombies

Dipper Pines:(Panicked) "You can make zombies too? Where do you even get all this?!

Gideon Gleeful: (Smug) "Like I said-amazing what you can learn with a little research. It's a little messy, and they don't take orders of course, but it'll get the job done."

(The zombies begin to close in in all their disgusting, shambling glory. Raz is trying to protect a panicking Lili, who unlike him doesn't have the physical strength to back up a non-psychic punch.And Kris Dreemurr fights off zombies with his knife.Dipper nervously turns away from Gideon to flip through his journal-but there's nothing on the page about how to destroy them. He turns back to give a worried look to Mabel, who's still struggling to escape Gideon's grasp without much luck. Coraline has picked up a stick, but it's flimsy and no real defense.

(to be continued)

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 5: Hostage / Kidnapping / Held at gunpoint

Characters: Truman Zanotto, Caligosto Loboto

Warnings: None

Summary: It's not the first time Truman's been in a dangerous situation, but it might be the first time he's unable to get himself out of one.

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The first thing he became aware of was a foggy headache--the kind that made one feel like they should just go back to bed, or else wake up with a strong cup of coffee. The former sounded more appealing right now, so he tried to turn over to make himself more comfortable.

Only to find that he couldn't.

He also definitely wasn't under any sort of covers, nor was he lying on a bed.

Opening his eyes with a gasp, Truman's gaze darted around, trying to determine his surroundings. Before he could even figure out where he was, he tried to reach out a telepathic message to Lili to see if she was all right. Their mental connection wasn't always perfect, however--Lili often deliberately shut it off--and he half-expected the attempt to fail.

He did not, however, expect the sudden spike of nausea and dizziness at attempting telepathy, and groaned.

"Well, now! The patient awakes!" came an unfamiliar, ashy voice from directly behind his head. "You're a bit early for that..."

Truman craned his neck back to try to get a look at his abductor. His vision was fuzzy, and annoyingly there were two very bright lights directly behind him, one red and one green. It wasn't until those lights suddenly moved to shine directly over him that he realized that they weren't just lights--they were directly attached to the face of a person. Over his eyes, specifically--or, perhaps, they were his eyes. The man had blue skin, multiple facial scars, and an impossibly wide smile filled with yellow teeth. A bright green shower cap with floral patterns adorned his head.

While Truman knew he needed to be gathering any information he could possibly get out of this place, his immediate reaction was to recoil in horror. "Get away from me!"

"Pbbbt!" The man stuck his tongue out, inadvertently spitting in Truman's face. "That's no way to talk to your dentist!"

"Dentist?" He struggled to think past the fog in his head. Why did dentist sound familiar? And the silhouette of this man--he swore he'd seen it before, perhaps somewhere in the Psychonauts' files... Regardless, he shook his head, casting a look around the room. Focus, focus--he'd gotten out of worse before. He just had to gather some information. "Where am I?"

"My office!" the dentist said, stepping back and gesturing to the space around them with his prosthetic arm. "Amazing, isn't it?"

Truman blinked a few times to clear his vision, finally taking in the sight of the space around them--an observatory of some sort with a domed ceiling overhead, a large metal sphere suspended from the ceiling, and multiple people wearing hazmat suits wandering around. There was also something oddly familiar about this place, but he couldn't put a finger on it. "Strange place for an office," he remarked.

"Well, it's not like my old office, but it's a lot more spacious." The man twirled, tipping his head back as though to regard the space. He wore a long brown apron with a complicated bunch of straps in the back, and a long white coat beneath that. "Gets the job done, and has a lot of fascinating things to study out here!"

Something clicked in Truman's mind, and he leaned forward as much as his bonds allowed, not needing to feign his interest. "What sort of things do you study?"

The dentist hummed, turning his back. "Oh, some fascinating marine life, and some very fancy rocks..."

Right--psitanium or psilirium. Probably the latter, given the way it was blocking his powers and making him feel dizzy. Marine life, though... He ran through a few things in his mind, mentally going over a list of locations.

Tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap.

Jolting out of his thoughts, Truman found his kidnapper suddenly leaning over him again, tapping his fingers--no, claws--against the arm of his chair.

"You're awfully quiet for someone who was, hm, taken far away from his home," the dentist remarked, his smile twitching and looking just a touch angrier.

Truman gave a nervous laugh. "Ah, I'm just thinking! Someone brilliant enough to be able to kidnap the Grand Head of the Psychonauts must be a talented individual! And you look quite... familiar."

A metallic shriek made him grit his teeth as the dentist's claws seized the arm of the chair, digging into it. "Come again?"

"I know you--you've got a file a mile long in our records," Truman said. "You've worked for some pretty famous clients, too, haven't you? The Noodler was one, as I recall. I had to deal with that mess you helped create. Quite the piece of work you managed to do."

"Yes, that one was an interesting client," the man--Dr. Loboto, Truman remembered the name--said, turning away for a moment. But his eyes, which were on telescoping loupes, suddenly snapped back over to Truman. "You're not going to get anything out of me about my current client, though!" He leaned in close enough for Truman to smell the peppermint toothpaste in his breath. "Doctor-patient confidentiality."

"Ah, yes, very important!" Truman let out another forced laugh. "Good... good to see you've a strong moral code."

"Morals?" Loboto echoed, then threw his head back with a wild laugh. "I haven't seen him in a while!" Idly he picked up a pair of pliers off of a nearby tray, turning the tool in his hand. "He had six decayed teeth in his upper jaw, last I saw him! Well, not anymore..."

"That's... fascinating." Shutting his eyes, Truman tried to remember something from this man's file. He always worked with someone, but had he done any kidnapping on his own? He couldn't recall it... But who could have gotten to him? Especially with all the security measures, both in the Motherlobe and in his own home! It would've had to be someone he knew. A traitor? A mole? But who?

Oleander showed problems sometimes, and Sasha had his issues, but neither of them, surely. But... what about...

He opened his eyes to find Loboto staring directly down into his face again. "Say," he said, before Loboto could speak, "you seem like you'd get along with someone I know. Have you ever heard of a Nick J--"

Loboto's hand grasped the front of his robes, yanking him upward, and his claws were at his throat.

Both arms were shaking. Sweat trickled down the side of the dentist's neck.

Loboto spoke through gritted teeth. "I think," he said, "we're done here."

His smile twisted into the angriest grin Truman had ever seen in his life.

"Goodbye!"

He dropped Truman heavily back onto the chair, and in one swift motion, covered his nose and mouth with a cloth. Truman fought as long as he could, but the last thing he saw before descending into unconsciousness was the permanent grin of the dentist shifting into something resembling a frown.

[how-good-day]

a test for different blinking methods. I still don't know where they're staring at

[sonicasura]

The universe traveling user doesn’t quite know how to stop worrying the Autobots and Cybertronians in general.

(“Skystinger’s psychic?! You’re a part-time psychic?!”

“I can be, Miko. Please stop shouting in my face…”)

Admittedly, it took a small while for the excitement of Dart visiting to wear off. The Inertia Faction noticed they organic leader spending more time in some Cybertronian forms and their shifter form. Then, the conflicting EMP field readings began on occasion. Dart would hang around in the walls as Skystinger trying something out…

When they watched with the kids in that form too, was when the others started to notice. Bumblebee debated on saying something—still getting used to knowing when and where to talk again. Ratchet who was reluctantly staying on Earth to actually teach the Inertia Medics proper procedures, found the shapeshifter fooling around with the holoform in their Cybertronian forms too. Knockout was subjected to many small pranks no matter where he tried to escape within the base.

The kids wouldn’t say anything no matter how much the Autobots pried. Miko in particular cackled whenever they asked about the watching thing.

—ROB’d Anon.

Dart takes the time to practice Skystinger’s psychic abilities by reading the kids neural paths and even the Cybertronians. Holoform was also a huge surprise to see they could do it in all their Cybertronian forms.

Lol Dart is just casually trolling the bots and the kids are no hope at all. Might as well experiment after the whole Psychonauts adventure.

[kickasscentral]

alr so i got bored and made a psychonauts self insert because my old psychonauts obsession from 2022 has come back with a VENGENCE

extra notes:

-shes the replacement for gris in the mail room

-not psychic

-LOVES music, its quite literally the only thing keeping her sane

-she has a pair of chunky ass headphones (kinda like these ones??)

-I like to think the first time she met Raz was when he decided to go to the mail room to ask lori if the latest issue of true psychic tales has come in, only to find Sol working there instead!

-I think Sol would read true psychic tales and I think it would be really cute if raz and sol read the newest issues together

-during her lunchbreak she usually goes to psychoisolation and hangs out with gristol for a bit, mainly because:

A)she can ask for advice on running the mail room.

B)Its the only place in the motherlobe where she feels like she doesn't have to regulate her thoughts.

-weird obsession with old pizza robots and bones

-surprisingly ok at darts

-usually pretty quite but she can talk for HOURS when talking about stuff she likes

-shes basically the "but now i need to get back to telling you about the five nights at freddy's timeline" meme

-shes pan :)

[presidentstalkeyes]

Some more OC beeswax I've had on the mind for a while, or half-OC in Dart's case. I know it's common to depict him either the same age as Raz or younger, sometimes making him the next-generation Intern to Adult Raz, but then I thought 'what if he was older?' And then I threw in an unrelated OC and things mentally blew up. :V (This also plays off my earlier headcanons about Dart's power set)

Razputin wasn't the first psychic to be inducted into the Psychonauts at such a young age - Dart beat him to the punch by nearly twenty years. An orphan permitted to become a full-fledged agent on Otto's personal recommendation, he simply wasn't ready and got overconfident during a mission, indirectly causing the execution of several hostages. Horrified, he deserted the agency, dropping off the grid, only resurfacing years later after studying under a sect of psychic monks in the Himalayas that sent him out on his own to meditate and strengthen his connection with the collective unsconscious.

His journey took him to the obscure Central African country of Makanisi (nestled somewhere between Angola, Zambia and the DR Congo), known for two things: once being privately-owned by a Grulovian businessman, and being the site of the world's largest Psitanium deposit outside North America. He took up residence in a cave, banking on the Psitanium enhancing his astral projection powers.

It was here he met Tandi Ngazu, a psychic teenager from the Makanisian capital of Zoltzberg. A martial arts prodigy, Tandi ran away from home after she lost a championship bout and lashed out with her psychic powers, injuring her competitor in front of a huge audience. Dart found her hiding out in the slums while on a rare excursion into town, and reminded of how he was found by Otto as a street urchin in Rotterdam, he agreed to shelter the girl and give her some advanced tutoring - though due to his own relative youth and the fact he was on his own quest for understanding, he was far from confident. He was always a cynical person, and struggled with the whole 'empathy' thing, which in a way made him uniquely suited for 'taming' the collective unconscious without allowing it to affect his own emotional state.

Eventually, after about five years, a civil war broke out in Makanisi. Against Dart's advice, Tandi emerged from her secluded training to aid the rebels - many of whom she personally knew - in their struggle against the corrupt colonial government. She used Dart's training in astral projection to leave her own body while wide awake and completely ignore pain, gather information from people's mindscapes, and channel background psychic residue into physical attacks while far outside her body. She avoided the same fate that befell Lucrecia by staying guarded against outside influence and maintaining her sense of self even when among the Collective Unconscious, a technique mastered by Dart and soon noticed by the Psychonauts who arrived in the country to secure the Psitanium. She ended up joining the agency after Makanisi secured its freedom, but was unable to convince Dart to return with her.

That was all another five years before canon - Tandi is now 26 and has recently graduated to a full-fledged agent, and there's talk of letting her instruct the kids at Whispering Rock in combining out-of-body projection with physical exercise, provided they can work on her patience. Dart is 32 and his whereabouts are currently unknown, though rumour has it he's been sighted around the Questionable Area?, poking around through caves.

[stargarnet03]

So I went ahead and made a dumb ass sickfic. I hope the 5 people who ship Raz and Dart aside from me enjoy.

[bearloonz]

I saw that on one your old @ottoslab blog that one of the Psychonauts tag posts was about D’artagnan so I wanted to ask if he’s still a thing in your AU (is that the right word for it?) I just find cut content from games really interesting and fan interpretations more so, so I was curious (Sorry if this is long, I REALLY LOVE PSYCHONAUTS AND TROLLHUNTER STUFF YOUR ART IS SO COOL!!!)

thank u!!! Im still a bit stuck on what exactly dart’s up to, but the tldr is that he’s a tube baby clone of Raz that was meant to copy all of Raz’s brain powers for a villain- Elka’s father- to utilize. But Dart ultimately failed and now he’s just Elka’s weird little brother slash evil goon.