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fruttymoment · 3 months

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PANCAKE DAY 2024 LETS GO AY

#oneshot game #doodle #oneshot niko #PANCAKE DAY YIPPEEE #this might be just lobotomy content 😭

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inkblot22 · 3 months

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Can You Keep A Little Secret?

JFC this took me longer than usual I'm so sorry anon. I sort of explained it before, but I didn't exactly use your prompt, based on ineptitude on my part. After I finish reading Oshi no Ko, I might try again! Line divider by @/cafekitsune.

This fic is aimed towards sort of everyone, but the reader possesses afab features (they don't come into play until later, this chapter has no mention of them.) You'll understand what I mean by it being for everyone if you read the first paragraph or so. It has to do with suspending your belief/ employing your imagination.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, creep behavior, mention of death, mention of lobotomy/grippy sock jail, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Waking up was never your favorite part of the day, but that feeling increases tenfold when you wake up in someone else’s body. You know for sure you didn’t look like this last week, and the name on your ID is similar to your own, but you don’t recognize the face in the mirror. Whoever you’re inhabiting has a few similar features to your own, but your skin was never this dewy, your eyes never so… hollow and strange.

When you looked up your name, you found out that you, or your body, at least, had died in your sleep. When you looked up the name on that ID, you found out that you’re the child of some big business man and a prolific model, and you apparently dabble in acting. Your dad isn’t your dad, but he calls you every night to make sure you’re settling into your “new” apartment. Your mom isn’t your mom, but she has popped by once or twice to ask you how you’ve been and make you really good food. She mentioned last night that your acting instructor was worried, since you hadn’t attended your Thursday classes, and also that your agent has been trying to contact you. You didn’t know you had an agent.

When you called your agent, who was literally just titled “Agent” in your new phone, she sounded relieved then irritated, chiding you for living the high life too fast. She said you weren’t popular or loved enough to go on week-long benders, and then she mentioned that she had a job for you and she’d see you on Thursday. According to this phone that isn’t yours, Thursday was tomorrow.

You made a night of getting prepared- slathering on the fancy face masks, trying on various outfits, scrolling through the pictures on the phone of your new body in the past, painting your really gorgeous nails- and then you went to sleep and woke up to a phone call from your new dad.

“Hi, sweetheart!”

“Uh… hi, Dad…” You mumbled. You didn’t know him from Adam, but there was no point in being rude to him.

He pauses, and then he speaks slowly, “Did you hear from your agent, honey?”

“Yeah- yeah I did, uh, I have acting class in a little, and she said she has a job for me.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear it! You know you can always visit me if something is wrong, okay? Just call me or Devin and he’ll come get you as soon as possible.”

You don’t know who Devin is, but you don’t point it out, “Of course. Thank you, dad.”

There was another pause. This one stretches out for a while and then he mumbles, “Okay… love you, sweetpea.”

“Uh… love you too. I’ll call you when I get back home?”

“Sure thing. Bye bye.”

The call ends with a click and you hop in the shower, trying to scrub away the confusion. You pair the lotion with a body spray that makes you smell like a summer afternoon in an apple orchard, and then you dress yourself in a soft off the shoulder sweater dress with a pair of tights with little sequins and gems sewn onto the sheer black material. You pull your hair back, tied at the nape of your neck, and roll on some lip gloss. You grab your bag, which isn’t your bag, and stroll out, walking down the street to get to the talent agency.

The receptionist looks at you in some measure of shock and greets you kindly. You smile and wave. He looks even more confused as you clomp into the stairwell. Once you get to the third floor, mildly out of breath, you hurry to room 3-5 and silently slide into the back.

You’re not sure why you’re acting so covert, as the class hasn’t even started. A woman with dark hair strolls in and flinches when she sees you sitting there, your new name tumbling from her lips with confusion.

“Hello.” You hope that she’s the instructor, “How are you?”

She looks at you like you grew two heads and forces a smile, “Oh, I’m well, dear. Give me a moment to look outside.”

She clicks to the window in her heels and opens the blinds looking around wildly before she turns back to you.

“Well, nothing’s on fire and there’s a distinct lack of flying pigs, so I guess you’re finally serious about getting better at acting?”

“Uh… I…?” You don’t know how to respond, “I didn’t realize I’d been late so often.”

“Late? Half the time you didn’t even show up. The only person worse than you is-”

The door behind you opens. You clench your hands to stop the shaking you just realized you were struggling with, and turn slightly in your seat to see a willowy young man, tousled lavender hair being haphazardly smoothed by his slender hands.

The instructor snorts, “Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Felmier.”

He smiles, but it’s a bit too calculated. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost artificial, “Ah ha… Good morning, Angie.”

Angie, evidently, rolls her eyes and takes a seat at the front of the room, crossing her long legs, and tilts her head skeptically, “Sure. If a satellite doesn’t crash in this room and kill us all in the middle of class, I’ll be shocked.”

“Mr. Felmier” walks over and smiles at you. It seems even more strained than before, and keeps eye contact with you as he points to the chair next to you, his voice high and sweet, “Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh, of course not. I don’t own that chair, haha!” You joke.

His face twitches, some micro expression that you’re just observant enough to notice, but not to see, and he takes a seat. Angie gets up and leaves and you look out the window. You can feel eyes on you, and when you turn to look at him, his face is impassive save for a slight narrowing of his eyes. You look down at yourself and pat your cheeks, suddenly nervous.

“Oh, no, is there something on me?” You ask.

He doesn’t immediately respond, his eyes blinking so fast that if he hadn’t done it twice you would have never seen the movement, and then he gives you that sweet, plastic smile, “Oh, no. Your makeup is different than usual. It looks nice. Pretty.”

“I- I’m only wearing lipgloss, so I guess that’s why. Thank you.”

He nods slowly, and tilts his head, still smiling as though he’s trained to do so, “After we’re done here, did you want to go get brunch together?”

You’re about to say no. You don’t remember him, because this is not your life you’re living, but if you did know him, you’d decline anyway. Something feels funny about him. You don’t really have to decline, though, since you have to go down to floor 2 and see your agent afterwards anyway, “Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I have to do something after.”

“I can wait.”

“I don’t want to put you out. Maybe another time?”

His eyebrows pinch together ever so slightly and his smile doesn’t strain, but it feels wrong as he leans his elbow on the back of his chair to better face you, “Did you hear the news from Mirelle?”

“What news?” You don’t know who Mirelle is.

“Oh, you’re meeting with her afterwards, aren’t you?” He smooths the hair along your temple so it is slicked behind your ear, “Are you wearing that perfume I got you? You said you hated it.”

Okay, so whoevers body this was definitely knew this man, and now you don’t even know his full name. Judging from the way he’s speaking to you, you were friends at least. Your lashes flutter and you look away from him.

“I- I’m sorry. It smells very nice.” You don’t know how you’re supposed to be acting. The irony of waiting for an acting class while not knowing what your role here happens to be is not lost on you.

Felmier sits up like you insulted him and his voice is quiet, so quiet and tense that you don’t think you’re supposed to hear him, “Interesting.”

You glance at him again, “What?”

“I didn’t say anything. You like that bagel place down the street, don’t you? After you see Mirelle, meet me in the lobby. I think we should have a chat.” Although he is smiling, his voice doesn’t leave any room for argument as he turns back to the front.

You stand up, leaving your purse in your seat, and walk to the window, looking out of it for a moment until Angie strolls back in. She clicks her tongue and you walk back to your seat.

“It’s just you two? Now I’m really expecting a freak accident. Well, let’s get started.”

Acting class was… interesting. Since it was just the three of you, Angie had you read lines from a script and act out some kind of argument. She seemed pleased with your performance, but Felmier kept stumbling over his lines and making the wrong expression. He seemed tense by the time the two hour long session was over. You didn’t want to follow that thread, and besides, you had somewhere to be. You went down the stairs again and bumped into a woman with silver hair, who looked at you just as confused as everyone else had been, and smiled sweetly, genuinely.

“Hey, you. You’re a bit early.” She says.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so? I don’t know.” You guessed this was supposed to be Mirelle, your agent, maybe.

“It’s a good change, babe. Why don’t you come into my office?” She doesn’t really ask, since she’s already leading you over.

She takes a seat behind her desk and you take a seat in front of her, and she taps away at her computer for a moment before she says something.

“You remember Epel? Epel Felmier?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Oh? You ‘guess so’? Not that the two of you are constantly arguing, or anything.” She smirks, glancing away from her monitor to look at you, “Regardless, I’ve got something that will help with your little PR nightmare last month. What were you thinking?”

“Uh, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes narrow a fraction, but whatever she was thinking is ignored, “You and Epel are gonna be collaborating on an upcoming short film. Hopefully the two of you don’t get into another screaming match.”

“Um. Yeah. Hopefully.” All this new information and these new people are making your head spin. You don’t want to start panicking- you did enough of that last week- but you’re already exhausted. You wonder if there’s a back entrance to this building so you can just sneak out and don’t have to talk to Epel again. You don’t think you can mentally handle him talking to you over a cup of coffee.

Your agent, Mirelle, is looking at you expectantly, like she just said something. Your heart jumps into your throat, then sinks to your gut and you clear your throat quietly, shifting in your chair.

She laughs airily, “Oh, you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

You shake your head, and she laughs again.

“I just said that production starts Monday. Try not to do anything crazy. This project is monumentally important for your public image.”

“Okay. Sorry for causing so much trouble in the past.” You mutter, standing up.

She shrugs with a happy little grin, “Oh, you’re young. Maybe you’ll grow out of it.”

You just nod. How are you supposed to even respond to that? If you get mad, you’ll probably get hysterical, and if you get hysterical, that is a one way ticket to a stay in grippy sock jail or a lobotomy. Rich people are different, and even though you’re living in some rich person’s body, you did not live this life for longer than a week.

You purposely walk to the other staircase. Most buildings have two for fire safety. Your eyes water as you pause on the stairs and you sigh before you start descending them.

Just as you get to the exit, your hand on the door, you hear a voice behind you, “Hey.”

It scares you out of your skin. You jump and spin and squawk, only to meet the wicked smile of Epel. It doesn’t reach his round blue eyes. He tilts his head from side to side, slowly, as if appraising you, and then he starts walking towards you and you push back against the door, opening it ever so slightly. He stops his motion and looks a tad surprised.

Then his eyes narrow, “Come back in.”

His voice sounds different, rougher. You don’t really want to, but it’s hot outside and you figure from all the odd looks and reactions you’ve gotten, running would be too erratic for this poor person’s life you’ve taken over.

When you close the door and remain leaned against it, Epel’s face relaxes. You didn’t even realize he was making any sort of tense expression. He glances at the spandrel, the area beneath the stairs, and sighs.

“You hit your head last week? That why you were missin’?” Yeah, he’s speaking entirely differently. He has a sort of charming country twang to his voice, an underlying roughness that makes him seem even more boyish than before.

“Huh?”

“‘Huh?’” He mocks, looking back at you. He looks like he might cry, but his eyes are angry, “That all you got to say? For years you’ve told me that I don’t mean shit, and now you’re actin’ like you don’t even know me.”

He is right. You don’t know him at all. Even though you’re still in the cool building, you begin to sweat. You don’t know what to say to this without going through the experiences you’ve had in the past week, so you decide you don’t have to, especially since it seems like he may get aggressive if you say the wrong thing.

You lean hard against the aptly named panic bar, turn on your heel once outside, and take off running. It dawns on you a little late that he might be following, or, seven forbid, that he knows where you live, so you take a different route as dictated by your GPS and call your new father as soon as you get in the building.

It’s the middle of the work day, so he obviously doesn’t pick up. You unlock the apartment door and pant breathlessly, leaving a hasty voicemail, “O-oh, great seven- ugh- okay, hi, Dad. I told you I’d call you when I get home, so that’s what I’m doing. Hope I didn’t disrupt a meeting or whatever. Call me back, bye.”

You flop face down on the bed and groan, rolling onto your back as the ringtone that you would never choose goes off. In bold white letters on the screen, it says “Bumpkin Boy” with no other indication of who it might be. You pick up.

The voice on the other end sounds heated, a quiet mocking lilt to it, “Bet you went home, huh?”

Your blood runs cold and your very ability to speak is ripped from your lips.

“S’okay. You don’t have to talk. I could pay you a little visit, see what it’s like to live like a nepo baby for a day, but I think…” He pauses, and when he next speaks you hear the smile in his voice, “I think I’ll just wait for Monday, since you owe me a coffee date, don’t you?”

He hangs up after that. You stand up and double-check that you’ve locked the door before you hide in your closet and try not to start hyperventilating. You can’t even beat yourself up for this one. These circumstances are entirely out of your control.

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neccara-1 · 26 days

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RRAAAAHHH LIMBUS COMPANY LOG JUMPSCARE

there's a spoiler, like A LOT. Not really..... Yea.

gay ppl, im number uno sanghong shipper f.y.

yeah and 46 🙏

yeah.

yeah, that's all. yall guest my fav char lol, bet you cannt XDXD

#fanart #my art #necca art dump #limbus company #dear God i wont tag every sinner #yo i want to tag lobocorp so bad bcs carmen sensitive content #lobotomy corporation #project moon

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greygrem · 5 months

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LIMBUS ENJOYERS if any of u guys have any fan characters or self inserts or ANYTHING reblog or comment about them i want to hear about them and their backstories and lore

#limbus company #limbus #project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #limbus oc #lobcorp oc #let loose the silly guys i love fan content

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rosemarytrash · 2 years

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HI i absolutely love your art. top tier rosemary art (is reminding me to draw more rosemary its been way too long) my question is have you ever considered rosemary as that one lesbian meme of the girl putting on the other girls makeup

HOW HAVE I NOT EVER CONSIDERED THIS--

#homestuck #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #rosemary #more of a lobotomy moment but rose would be into that anyway i think #AND THANK U WORM WIFE #everyone should draw more rosemary #pls #deprived of content #best lesbian ship since like 2012 and for what #inventors of lesbianism and gay marriage and for what!!!#anyway #i drew #i had to

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fandomwonderer · 6 months

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Beware of User (@) Petribug (Tiktok and Tumblr)

I was scrolling on tiktok earlier and I’m a huge fan of adventure time and came across a petrigrof post and as a lover of petrikov I scrolled…bad mistake

This user posted a tiktok of their petrigrof au in which Betty cares for Simon, but she is a mad scientist and experiments on Simon…with lobotomies…

They romanticize the relationship where Simon begs her to stop and she continues anyways, going so far as to compliment him and call him “princess” after the procedure.

However, it gets worse. For the before and after picture made of Simon pre and post lobotomy, this user used and referenced and incorporated real photos from a victim of a lobotomy.

I don’t think I should have to specify why this is harmful, but just in case: lobotomies are not something to be romanticized or depicted in any positive light. It was a horrific surgery inflicted upon impoverished people or people who were mentally ill or considered disabled for simple ailments. To use something so complicated for an “au” disrespects what those actual people went through.

They apologized and claimed it on the basis of “it was dark horror, it’s going to be a dark subject matter” but you can make scary and horror related content without having to reference real life events or experiences that happened to actual people. It’s such a specific scenario there’s no way to go about it that isn’t disrespectful to the victims.

Their apology:

And here is what art I could find remaining up on others accounts:

#sorry I have to use main tags for this…#petrigrof #simon petrikov #betty grof #adventure time betty #simon petrikov adventure time #boost #petribug #call out post #call out tw #lobotomy tw #content tw #trigger warning

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binah-beloved · 5 months

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Binah teaching you how to dance. the Floor of Philosophy has the perfect ambiance, with stars twinkling against the ceiling, and when no one else is around she'll pull you to your feet, silently guiding you through the steps with a subtle smile on her face

#project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #binah #binah lobcorp #binah library of ruina #yes she knows how to dance #didn't you know it's a requirement for all arbiters #lor binah has a bit of a spark that lobcorp binah had been missing #maybe it's due to making peace with herself and your presence #but the world seems just a little brighter #so occasionally she will dance with you as a way to express that she's content and loves you

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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cw: medical, gore, yandere, blood, lobotomy implied

dottore obsesses. dottore stares and watches and observes, writes down everything you do with his eyes behind the mask so terrifyingly analytical. he greedily drinks in every breath and every sigh you give him - he is haunted by thoughts of you. and he thinks to himself - as his heart beats wildly in his chest and his mind runs images of you smiling, laughing, crying, kissing him-- he thinks: this must be love.

dottore loves you. dottore loves you so much that he wants to to tear - cut - you open with a scalpel and peel back the layers of you until he can see your heart beating in your chest cavity himself. he wants to feel it beat beneath his fingers - no need for gloves, not for you, not when you are inked indelibly into his brain and any blood that might leak onto his palms is something to be cherished. he wants to scrawl his name on it and ensure that every single one of those thumps is in that rhythm (dottore dottore dottore).

(maybe he wants to scrawl his real name onto you; print it over and over so that you can never think of anybody but him. he would give you that, for the price of a kiss).

dottore feels like a wounded animal when you fight against him. when you tug on your bonds and snarl - oh, you’re lovely like that, don’t get him wrong - but he has deigned to obsess over you lust for you need you need you need you love you. and you ought to be grateful for that. he could have anyone. he is clever and handsome and above you, yet . . . it is you who captivates him. you who he loves.

his thumb brushes the hollow of your throat; senses the ragged beating pulse. his fingers trail over your lips, feeling the warmth of your breath. his palm pauses over your forehead, strands of your hair gathered between his fingers - and he smiles that too-sharp too-many too-bright smile.

“i can make you love me back,” he tells you, sharp metal in his hand, glinting dangerous, hand keeping your head pinned in place - and terror squeezes down your airways, flows through your veins, at the thought that - even if he is incorrect on that count - that does not change the fact that he is still unhinged enough to try.

#dark content #yandere for ts #gore for ts #medical for ts #blood for ts in the link #genshin impact posting #lobotomy for ts #nat.txt #concept postin #yandere dottore

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phellycheesesteak · 3 months

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The sun is out, I took a walk, I feel refreshed, and I feel okay for the first time in a week

So now I’m gonna play lobotomy corporation

#lobotomy corporation #ophelya speaks #project moon #pjmoon #gonna do spell work too #I just feel awake #and I’m content #not happy #but content works

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pennpenn · 3 months

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MLB Omori au by @tosteur-gluteal

Transcript:

-did you see on the news that a few akumas showed up in germany?

-...what??

-yeah, it's fine though. Apparently there's this new Korean speaking superhero called the Meat Man who's getting rid of all of the akumas.

-the what man?? Catmint, we've been over this. Only the ladybug miraculous can revert everything and get rid of an akuma.

-the akumas don't exist anymore. Meat Man ate them.

-he what??

Bonus, Lobotomy Corporation Kel(Qli) meanwhile:

#omori art #omori mlb au #tosteur :3 #im gonna hold your content hostage tosteur!! mine now!!! idk what ill demand as ransom tho #omori au #ladybug sunny #catmint basil #lobotomy corporation omori au #qli kel #lobotomy corporation kel

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roboyomo · 6 months

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wait ok I'm not last anon but I'm curious as to any ideas u might have for adams canto . . . . . 👁️ 👁️

YES. MY GOD I *DO* AND I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

So the Idea for Sinner Adam univ ties with the "Dante is Ayin" Theory that is actually important, because Sinner Adam canonically cannot recall anything of the other As or just Ayin, nor can he recall the Seed of Light project or its researchers, but even then he knows that Dante is somehow important to fulfilling his (Distorted Carmen's) vision, and that is because his gut feeling knows that Dante is a familiar person and is the key to success (Kind of saying that Dante is like X in LBC??)

Adam does not remember his past just like Dante, but he has only one goal driving him forward, to bring the Light out of Humanity, and the only reason he is trying to achieve that goal is that an unknown (Carmen's) voice tells him it is an important step to making a healthy world. But throughtout the story, it is obvious he kind of went overboard (and insane). Also he thought that joining Limbus Company would help him to achieve his vision

SO Adam's Canto was planned to go last out of all of them and throughout his Canto, the cast ends up going through one of the ruins of Lobcorp to get the Golden Bough (might tweak that part, i still have to write his Canto) and they manage to find some of the last L. Corp. Employees that got killed infront of the cast by Abnos that have breached a while ago so boom abno fights have started and that is when Adam's fuzzy memories of most likely the team of researchers for the "Seed of Light" project he could not recall start to swim back up. They start with him remembering who was Carmen and the other researchers before their death, and once he remembers that, an ALEPH Risk Abnormality that has breached attacks the cast and that is WhiteNight, so the WhiteNight Boss fight starts and it is going to be like the Dongbaek fights in Canto 4, aka first WhiteNight battle is gonna be fighting against the Plague Doctor, and after that fight is finished, it transforms into WhiteNight and it is the last boss fight before you start the dungeon.

In the Dungeon, you go through Adam's forgotten memories about the Project, Carmen, the Story of LobCorp, the 50 Days Cycle and the "Ending of Ayin" . Starting from the first floor, you go through the memories of the whole research team, as well as Carmen's death, the brief look at the death of the team and ending the 1st floor at a Bossfight against Garion (Might also change that part)

Floor 2 is about the Aftermath of the story, where basically Lobcorp becomes a Wing and the "50 days" Cycle Loop has started, ends at an abno bossfight because i dont have ideas for this just yet

Floor 3 is where Adam actually remembers about the other A's, and learns that the Manager X and A are all part of Ayin, so you get an Abel fight that is trying to make you go back to the start, Abram Fight who is also trying to stop the cast, and then lastly

Adam has remembered who he was, what he was capable of, and why is his goal so important to him, although he realizes that he cannot achieve his goal just yet without a key component, and that component in his eyes in Dante, the Manager X that will lead him to the door of success, and as he went more and more crazy over trying to lure Dante in, to let them both free this Humanity of its shell, to let their Light bloom, he just straight up snapped and attempted to attack the cast, luckily Ishmael was able to block the attack with her shield. But Adam cannot take it any longer and Carmen's voice keeps on speaking louder in his head, in the end causing Adam to distort

And that is the last Bossfight of the Dungeon, Distorted Adam

'DON'T YOU SEE THE WORLD WE COULD'VE HAD TOGETHER, A?'

CANT SAY ANYTHING FOR THE ENDING/POST BATTLE DIALOGUE RN CUZ I HAVENT PLANNED THAT YET BUT IWILL TRY TO DO THAT SOON

ALSO PLEASE DONT JUDGE THIS MUCH, ITS ONLY THE FIRST DRAFT I HAVE. I AM LIVING FOR THE SINNER ADAM UNIVERSE SO IT MIGHT GET TWEAKED TO MAKE IT MAKE MORE SENSE

#lobotomy corp adam #adam lobcorp #lobotomy corporation #adam #limbus company #limbus #I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT ADAM DEFINITELY SO NORMAL #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I AM DEFINITELY MAKING MORE CONTENT WITH HIM IN THE FUTURE

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2offayyo-kzt · 9 months

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captain dumbfuck has the brain scramblies, hopefully his best friend is here to help (Sean traditional art)

Tw // gore, absolutely not accurate lobotomy ! at this point it's just Laszlo having fun