I Mean, Look At This. Its So Obvious!! Gah!!!

Chemical overreaction / compound fracture

not doing anything for april fools

how would any group react to seeing this stupid loser (my oc) floating wayy above them?

Somewhere along these lines for pretty much everyone.

Even Cuburt would struggle with his maintaining his professionalism at the sight of that.

i have zero lunacy left

Michael distortion (TMA)

Breaking away from my usual phighting posting for once to drop this thing I made :3!

Anyways I’ve been listening to the magnus archives lately and oh my god. Him. Michael distortion my beloved,,,, I like NEVER draw people LMAOOOO so this was a bit difficult but getting to mess around with the colors and expressions was really really fun,,, also dw about me dropping ohighting anytime soon because now I’m working on a TMA phighting au EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

im thinkign about making a 3d model of my pressure oc… but im reaaallllyyy busy.,, I have a real job now

emhmmm……… ok send post

My halloween outfit!!! If you’ve seen me while trick-or-treating, go away.

My hair is kinda wack so yeah

What am I? The magic spooky guy 👻

Miasma

Statement of Hannah Dean, regarding a sick patient she took care of. Original statement given August 12th, 20XX. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute.

Statement begins.

My name is Hannah Dean, I work as a doctor at Pearl Garden Hospital. Let’s just get right to it. I don’t know when she was admitted into the hospital, where she came from, who her parents were, nothing. All I knew was that I was to be taking care of her. When I first entered her room, she was sat in her cot and stared right at me. She looked to be around, 13 or 14 years old? Had greasy hair and old bandages around her arms and legs. I’m not sure why I didn’t notice how everything was so… dirty, at first. The walls were stained, the floor was grotty, and the patient herself was overall, filthy. I walked over to her nonetheless and introduced myself, like I always did. I tried to run a few checkups on her, but as soon as I got close I felt a wave of sickness… emanate from her, somehow. I immediately stepped back, and that sickly feeling went away.

Have you ever heard of the Miasma theory? Where diseases are supposedly caused by bad air and such? This patient—I’m not sure how else to explain this. She had… bad air. There was like an invisible ball of gaseous sickness all around her. It made me want to puke. She gazed up at me with an innocent and confused look, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. I went back to do a physical exam on her, checking her skin and eyes, looking into her throat and ears, checking her pulse, the usual. It was hard to focus though, the awful feeling of nausea and illness ruminating off of her and right back at me. She was in a rough shape from the looks of it, she could’ve be suffering from a myriad of things. I figured I’d prescribe some acetaminophen, so I told her I would be back, and left the hospital room.

When I exited, I instantly noticed the change in air quality. It was so much more fresh and breathable outside of the patient’s room, despite still being in a building with what should’ve been the same conditions. That’s when I realized the difference in cleanliness as well, the halls had a scent of rubbing alcohol and chlorine, but her room… honestly, was foul. I went to grab the medicine for her when a friend of mine and also fellow co-worker, Wendy Lovett, bumped into me. She was surprised to see me and said that I looked unwell. I didn’t know what she was talking about until she showed me with her phone. I looked like I had a cold or something, but it wasn’t that serious, could just be the long hours getting to me. I mentioned I was getting some medicine for the patient in room 43, but Wendy looked more concerned for me. She told me there wasn’t a patient in room 43. I said that there definitely was one, and that she could come with me to take care of the patient if she really didn’t believe me.

We came back to the patient and Wendy wrinkled her nose as she entered. The patient still sat on that cot. I poured one chewable tablet of the medicine in my hand and instructed her how to take it. I’m not sure why, but she looked a little disappointed when she took it. Wendy walked over to the patient and I could see her face shift from mild disgust to utter repulsion. She must have gotten a little close and experienced that… bad air. Once the patient was done, I gave her a glass of water and Wendy practically dragged me out. She shut the door to the room and told me that patient was not normal. It was hard to disagree with Wendy, there was something strange about her and we both felt sick after being around her. We agreed that I would give the responsibility of taking care of this patient to someone else, probably more capable of dealing with sicker patients. The next day, I asked another doctor, Vincent Roussel, if he could handle the patient for me, as I was feeling ill. He begrudgingly agreed, and I stayed home.

I came back to work feeling much better after that, but I couldn’t help but notice Vincent looked really bad. His usually kept hair was a mess, he had stains all over his shirt, and his glasses were smudged and crooked. I asked if he was okay. Vincent glared at me and told me he was just fine, but judging from his cough and sniffly nose, he was not. I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, until I walked past room 43 nearing the end of my shift, the door slightly askew. Curiosity got the better of me, and I took a little peak inside. The room looked a lot dirtier than I remember, now with insects crawling and flying around the walls and floors. Vincent was now lying in the cot and he looked like a corpse, but he was still alive, the shaky rise and fall of his chest showed that. The patient stood beside the cot, remarkably looking a whole lot healthier, with her hand on Vincent’s shoulder. I think she was saying or whispering things, but I couldn’t hear what. I… I quickly left after seeing that.

Vincent was found dead in the hospital a few days later. The police haven’t found anything about what could have caused his death. I’ve only told Wendy about seeing the patient with Vincent so far, since I doubt the police would find the information helpful. We’ve both been avoiding room 43, even though it’s probably perfectly normal and clean now. That patient… I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since. I hope I never do.

Statement ends.

pressure oc.

her name is jessie aka Z-21, and she’s mainly inspired by lionfish and axolotls!!

ok hold on with me here, but I’m going to ramble about her backstory under the cut:

she used to be a housewife with a shit ass husband who was having an affair with someone else, so one day she found out and after he came home from work, she murdered him! To hide the body, she cut up his body in the basement and put it in the freezer. She couldn’t really leave the house afterwards, so once the regular food ran out, she began cooking the parts of her husband and eating him. The police came to her house eventually and questioned her where her husband went, she lied and told them she didn’t know. They searched around the house but found no trace of anything. the police told her that they didn’t find anything and would be leaving, but she insisted that they stay to have dinner with her. after they realized the dinner was her husband, they immediately arrested her (but not after having just a few bites). she was then sent to prison and deemed very mentally unwell. then urbanshade swooped in and did the funny experiments. Yadda yadda

y’know the backstory was actually based off this other story I read! but I don’t really remember the name, just the contents of it haha

I’ve been thinking about making a comic thingy based off of her story and allat, but i don’t know if I can lol

Yo uhhh, can anyone PLEASE tell me all about their Phighting and Pressure ocs- I wanna doodle a bunch of them and I'm dying to learn more about them-

Like everyone's ocs I've seen in those are so cool omg-

Also small doodle of my sona bc I played cotl

I just had the wackiest dream ever

So basically, in the dream I became homeless and had to work at a really cruddy office with my family and friends. Then something happened and I met some sort of malevolent deity that cursed me so I would be sick and everyone that was near me would get sick and die. I was given magic pills that would prevent me from dying from the sickness but everyone else just died.

So everyone got sick and died. That was a weird dream.