#oops. lobotomy!!!!

[foreverephemeral]

@miltonlibassistantn1fan oh boy oh buddy pal I sure hope nothing happens during the Mass Ascension, an event that famously caused no issues whatsoever. that'd be really unfortunate

[4dr3n4lin3]

weirdest woman in the mojave

[ribbononline]

MANIFESTATION OF QLIPHA DUE TO SEPHIRAH BREAKDOWN > Suppression of Sephirah’s Core Required

Commissioned by @thepeacockshallstrut !! These were so fun to do , thank you for the comm!

[ms--lobotomy]

@liar-anubiass-blog hi! Tumblr has a habit of deleting the very ask I want to write for when it is its turn. Here's your Emps being a bit of a silly billy.

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summary: you are a poor unfortunate immortal who the emperor happened to take an interest in before the whole imperium of man thing. have fun with that

word count: 1353

content warnings: a bit of gore, a bit of longing for death, a very yandere man (god?) thing, also this shit is TOXIC toxic so beware, also he uses female words so if youre not a girl just pretend he used masculine pronouns i guess

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It all started when you were minding your own business, crossing the street sometime in the 3rd millenium. It was late at night, and you were walking alone to your car, parked a little ways away from your workplace. You started to cross the street. A car barrelled towards you, moving haphazardly through the street. You barely had time to turn your head before it collided with you, flattening your frail body. Bones cracked open, flesh fell apart and blood poured from every opening.

After the offending car had frantically drove away, you felt your bones moving back to where they should go and fresh blood oozing back into your form. Soon you were standing up right where you had been before you were struck, work uniform and all. You raised a hand to your cheek. The blood was inside, where it was supposed to be.

You never told a soul about the event. After all, who would believe you? But this was not the only thing you found strange. As you grew older, you never aged. It was a little strange around your 30s or 40s, but you knew something was up once you hit 50. Faking your death was challenging, but you somehow made it work, ready to start life in a new city.

And city to city you roamed, never staying in one place for too long. You began to hate, loathe this curse that had been put upon you. One part of humanity that everyone else had shared was no longer yours. You wanted to die, you wanted it to end when your time was up. But time marched on, and so did you.

You'd moved onto your next city, ready and resigned to this process you had carved out for yourself. Get some crummy job serving slop to people who sometimes yelled obscenities at you, find a place to rent for a little while, and hunker down and hope your secret would be safe.

But something was different about this city, you felt a pair of eyes on you no matter where you went. You weren't sure where they came from, but you now walked a little brisker and you certainly now slept a little less soundly. You requested, you begged to work at the back of the seedy restaurant you worked at, a request which was never granted. So you toiled away at the front, ever cautious to remain inconspicuous.

But all of that would be for naught in the end. You were once again walking home from work, complete with a disheveled uniform. He was a taller man who hadn't had to do much to keep up with your brisk place. He was adorned with long black hair, honey-brown eyes and golden skin. His voice was deep and commanding.

"I know what you are." He put a hand around the back of your neck, his index finger tapping it lightly.

You froze. He stopped walking next to you, looking down on you. "Hell of an opener," you said after a few moments of silence. "Ever introduce yourself?"

"You'll know who I am soon enough," he replied. He tightened his hand around the back of your neck. How tall was he? Maybe around seven or eight feet? "Keep quiet and follow me or I'll snap it."

You felt a lump form in your throat. You'd been very careful to keep your secret from the outside world. If your neck was snapped in broad daylight and you somehow came back from it, there would be no more secrets to keep.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

You walked through the busy streets, never meeting the gazes of the city folk. Some of them looked at their feet when you stared back at them, some of them kept looking. "What a lovely couple!" exclaimed an older lady before meandering past the two of you. You thought your feet were going to fall off before the strange man turned into a more suburban area of town. "Not too far left to go," he said, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

As soon as you felt you couldn't do it anymore, he led you up the steps of a beaten-down two-story house. His grip was tight enough that you couldn't even consider running away. With his free hand, he pulled a key out of his pocket and inserted it into the door. As he turned it, his hand trailed town towards your waist, grip tight as ever.

"Welcome to your new home," he smirked.

"My rent is due tomorrow," you remarked.

"You're not going to need it ever again," he said, pushing you into the house. This strange man had a maximalist aesthetic, little decorations were crammed into every corner of the place. He closed the door and led you through the halls, going slow to let you take in every little bit of it.

"So you're kidnapping me," you said flatly.

"That's a bit of an unkind way to put it, don't you think?" he asked. He pulled you close to him. You felt your heart beating in your chest. Not now, you thought.

"Think about it this way. You have a secret. A secret that I have as well. Don't you want to hide? Don't you want to slip under the radar?" he asked again. His hand slipped off of your waist and he knelt towards you, taking your hand in his.

"Do I know you?" you asked. You tried to pull away, but his grip was so tight it was bound to leave a nasty bruise.

"You may not know me, but I know you to your heart," he replied. "I've seen all that I need to see. You working long hours at that dead end job all but broke my heart. Those customers didn't see what I saw. I saw a beautiful individual stuck in a terrible existence. I saw you before me, living in fear. Don't you think you deserve to be freed from that existence?"

Your mouth hung slightly open. "You were the one following me," you said softly. "How did you have the time for that?" You pulled your hand away from his, and this time he relented.

"You can't explain the day you died and came back, can you?" he asked. "It's a little bit like that, don't you understand? I'm like you. I can help you. I can save you."

Your expression softened. "How?" you asked.

He stood up. He towered over you still, casting a shadow over you. "How about we head upstairs," he suggested, grabbing your arm and tugging you up the wooden stairs.

His bedroom was just as cluttered as his house was, if not more. There may have been around a dozen pillows on his bed, partially obscured by silky curtains. Light filtered through a window on the side of the room, illuminating books and statues and other little pieces of art.

"Where did you get all of this?" you asked. His hand trailed down your arm to meet your hand, engulfing it.

"I've lived a long time," he replied, leading you to the bed. He sat on it, pulling you onto his lap. "Longer than you have. Longer than you could comprehend." You could hear your heart beating in your chest again as he wrapped his arms around you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, and you sat there for a moment, still. The curtains to the window fluttered slightly, the light made its way onto the both of you.

You weren't supposed to feel safe. You'd never seen this man before today, he all but kidnapped you. But you thought of your old life, hiding in nooks and crannies that the world couldn't find. Even if you would have to leave this area one day, you knew you weren't the only person afflicted with this curse.

You leaned back into his touch. You relaxed, going limp in his arms. He turned and planted a kiss on your exposed neck, just above where your collar ended.

"Good girl," he said.

[ennard-is-near]

Do you…Do you guys think Scott Cawthon knows what a frontal lobe is? Do you guys know what the frontal lobe is? Because I feel like some people don’t know how much brain that is.

Like holy shit (Brain facts below the cut)

Okay hi welcome to brain facts. So the fascinating thing about human brains is that the basic stuff is in the brain stem and towards the back of the brain, so things like breathing, digestion, and other stuff you do without thinking about it are all back there. The more complex stuff is in the front. Your frontal lobe in particular controls your speech (in an area called Broca’s area I think), motor function and personality. Less severe damage can result in lack of social awareness or increased impulsivity. But we aren’t talking about “less severe” damage so let’s get to the good stuff.

In the 1840s sometime, a man named Phineas Gage had a giant ass metal pole blown (with some sort of explosive gunpowder) through his head (entering under his cheek and exiting the top of his head) and survived. I don’t really think I can do justice how insane this is, but google it if you want to see a photo of a guy holding a rod that went through his head and a couple recreations of it. Gage was alive after this, and was mostly fine except for he had severe personality changes and intense epileptic seizures. What I’m getting at with this is that because the rod shot through his frontal lobe (FNaF reference) he was fine and actually survived about 13 years (just with the personality of an asshole) before he died of a seizure.

A lobotomy was an extremely popular practice in the 1950s that was intended to cure mental illness. Of course nobody knew what was going on back then so really sometimes they were just “curing” like hysteria or melancholy or whatever. The procedure, in its most popular form, involved sticking an ice pick up through a patient’s eye socket and just scrambling their brains (The frontal lobe) with it (extremely simplified). This often resulted in severe damage to their motor and speech skills, their personality, their thinking, etc. But it did make most people easier to deal with, so that’s good I guess. Arguably the most famous lobotomy patient (victim) is Rosemary Kennedy, JFK’s sister.

Okay, this is a FNaF account actually. So I’d like to call attention to a couple things Phone Guy says in reference to the Bite of ‘87. He says that Jeremy survived “without a frontal lobe” which is completely wild but like…probably possible? However it would lead to like total paralysis and complete inability to form coherent thoughts. And while in The Week Before, Ralph does say something about him “not talking anymore. Or doing much else.” And everyone does act like it’s a completely wild thing that he survived (which it is) but I feel like we should probably chalk “without��� up to hyperbole, though you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

But even with it still like…partially intact some symptoms of severe injury to that big chunk of your brain are: short-term memory loss, loss of motor (both gross and fine) and speech skills, completely disorganized behavior and thinking, intense personality changes, creating false memories (confabulation, which sounds like a word I made up but it’s not) and probably the wildest one called anosogonia, which is where you just don’t realize that something is wrong with you (or the extent of it)

All this to say: nothing, really. I just really wanted to talk about this.

[slink-a-dink]

LobCorp Egotober Day 1 - One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, Tim

[zettaiazen]

Day 5 - Spider Bud

“I will be here with the poor souls who are lost and abandoned.”

[patchdotexe]

rereading TeeQueue's Lobotomy Corporation let's play again and desperately needed to do another redraw. Talow gives zero fucks and i love that for him.

[motivation-ga-shinderu]

i forgot to upload this one. oops

[riku-wo]

🌠 Knight of Despair 💙

[cthulhu]

Dongbaek Spicebush, Meat Lantern and Punishing Bird

[cent-scratchnsniff]

MALUTHHH!!!!

[mtmrem]

sorey for the link but heres my stupids theyve been rotting my brain still

the sprites for that one section below because it goes by pretty quick

[yesods-mandatory-blog]

(Doctor anon by the way)

Wonderful, I'll double check to see if our printers have ink just in case. Don't worry about bringing over too many papers, if you lose a sheet we can just send it back your way.

-🩹 (new sign off!)

Yes, that'd be much appreciated. I'm going to take my leave before something worse decides to come along and…

...Oh, come on!

This is ridiculous!

[Yesod cups his hands about his mouth, yelling loud enough to be heard across the hall.]

I'M LEAVING MY OFFICE NOW! NO MORE BRICKS! ENOUGH!

[ms--lobotomy]

It’s 12 am and I just finished writing some Rabo smut. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.

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summary: perturabo has a gift for you

word count: 987

content warnings: machine fuckery i guess

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He only needed to use one hand to cover your eyes. He had to walk slowly so that he wouldn’t walk into you, or worse, crush you. You were in your lover’s private chambers; not his bedroom per se, but a room free from prying eyes. You knew that he was building something here, in this empty room that you weren’t allowed in for a few days. He had to get it just right, and you couldn’t see it until it was perfect. Until now.

He stopped in his tracks without warning. You stumbled a little, but he knelt down and used his other arm to catch you before you could really fall. You could stay in his arms for hours, but he’d made something for you, something he poured every free moment of the past few days into.

“Are you ready?” he asked. There was a softness to his voice that was saved only for you, that only came out when you were alone with him.

“Yes,” you said quietly. You felt his other arm curl around you, gently caressing you.

“Alright, my love,” he said. “Three… two… one…”

He lifted his hand off of your eyes, and you saw a machine with little straps attached to it. There was a long, metallic rod near the bottom that was shining with an almost liquid substance. It almost looked like…

“Um…” you started, feeling your face go warm. “It’s lovely! Is that a…” you trailed off. What were you to say?

“Why don’t you get in and find out?” he asked. He grabbed your much smaller hand and started to undress you. Hands so big shouldn’t be this gentle with buttons this small, but you had found that Perturabo was a man of many surprises. You looked at him as the last button of your shirt was undone. When he cast it aside, he leaned in, tilted a little, and kissed you on the mouth. It was rough, and you could feel his tongue part your lips. You reciprocated. His hands roamed your body until they found their way to the clasp of your bra. He found his way around it immediately, and pulled back from the kiss to issue you a command.

“Raise your arms.”

You complied and he pulled your bra off of you. It joined your other clothes in a heap on the floor. “Good girl,” he said before he leaned down and ran his teeth along your nipple. Your face scrunched up as you tried to hold in a moan.

“Nobody is around but me,” he said. “Let it all out.”

And so you let it out while he unzipped your pants and pulled them down along with your underwear.

“Step out of them,” he commanded. “I need to see something.

You obliged, kicking them aside once you’d done so. Perturabo kicked your legs open and slid a finger inside of you before pulling it out. Wet. He smirked.

“I think you’re ready,” he said, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. You nodded, and he picked you up as though you were nothing before strapping you in.

“Are you sure these are going to hold me up?” you asked as he finished strapping your arms in and moved onto your legs.

“Absolutely,” he grunted. He finished strapping your closer leg in, and put a hand to your face. His thumb brushed your mouth, and you leaned into his hand. He was big enough to snap your neck like a twig if he wanted to, and maybe the thought had crossed his mind once or twice but you couldn’t really tell.

“Enjoy,” he said. Your legs hung apart, limp and pliable. The rod touched you between your legs, exactly where it was to go in. Perturabo had procured what looked like a remote to the device, and he moved his thumb ever so slightly, turning the machine on.

You felt it barely go inside you for the first few pumps. But it went deeper inside your limp body, and already moans had left your lips. You turned your head to lock eyes with Perturabo, eyebrows knit in pleasure.

“Harder,” you managed to croak out.

With the press of a button, you felt it ram inside of you faster. You gripped the straps suspending you in the air as your head tilted back, exposing your neck. And you began to feel tears welling up in your eyes. Not tears of pain, but something else entirely.

As it went on, you felt a tear escape your eye. Instinctively, you went to wipe it, but your hand was caught up in that leather strap. You looked over at Perturabo. You’d rarely seen this look of pure adoration, of pure love.

“Is everything to your liking?” he asked, kneeling down next to you. He reached a hand out to dry your tear as the machine plunged into you.

“I’m fine… I think,” you trailed off.

“You’re crying.”

You blinked a few more tears out of your eyes. “What makes you say that?” you asked with a slight grin.

“Don’t play games with me.”

“Alright,” you relented. “I’m crying. I promise it’s not a bad thing,” you said.

But Perturabo had already stopped the machine and was taking you out of the straps. “It wasn’t a bad thing, I promise,” you reiterated, but he silently worked to take you out of the machine. Once you were completely out, he grabbed your forearm and sat down, placing you on his lap, facing him.

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as you sunk into his chest. He ran a hand along your back, his other hand pressing your head against him. Your hands were pressed against his chest, covered by an Olympian-style robe. He leaned down to kiss the top of your head. Wordlessly, the two of you sat there, confessing your love through gentle, soft touches.

[fishyartist]

SOO SICK OF HER LITTLE RED ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!