#tw: lobotomy

[authorafterhours]

When Will is at his lowest darkest place, does a small part of him contemplate the allure of a lobotomy? He is horrified at the idea, of course. To lose himself so completely, to more than likely be reduced to a vegetative state, but at least his mind would go quiet.

He has mixed feelings about Florence and how Hannibal had planned on eating his brain.

It doesn't happen often, but the idea lingers like a bad odor when they do come. He hates that he has these thoughts, intrusive as they are, but the more time he spends with Hannibal, they visit less and less.

[crystal-overdrive]

Annoying wife said he couldn't invade Waterdeep but it's fine he fixed her. 🔪🩸💉🤖 More.

[dizzified]

Ian Carroway [Aka a local nutcase who should be shot to death on sight]

Surprisingly, he's actually a trans diversity win, I think, if you count being insane alongside the win.

They attempted to lobotomize the trans out of him and not only did he survive but got out of it with only a semi-fucked up head.

My honest reaction when the conversion therapy comes in the form of a drill through my fucking skull.

Guys, he was born in what was basically the late 90s everything was still fucked up back then.

All documents where he was listed as Elise Carrowsway, instead of doing the normal thing, and burning them, he just fucking ate the documents.

He describes the taste of aged paper as bitter and unwelcoming, and later says that it tasted exactly like his life.

He was already fucked up prior to this, motherfucker was born a gangly creature that looked fucked up, he's not starving, he just looks like that

He probably smells like dirt and blood, he's weird like that.

[dead-or-lie]

Hajime/Izuru 100% has this hat somewhere

[le-dragon]

Brutal, very nice

and i do recomend reading the tags first

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑦𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑣𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑡, 𝑙𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤

just a moment dear, i hear someone at the door, and the beating of a heart that i hid beneath the floor, or they’ve come for me, love.

you had been traveling with childe for the better part of three months now, wandering aimlessly through teyvat after he was exiled from snezhnaya and stripped of his rank when the tsaritsa had asked him why he was still with you. no one who protects an impostor is worth wasting precious resources on, she had said. you were trying to comfort him when you heard it. the sound that seemed to follow you like a bad omen, the clicking of metal, and the unmistakable silence that promised war.

save yourself, i am far beyond repair, they will bury me alive but i’m not inclined to care.

this time seemed different however, it seemed more final than the rest of your battles had. you looked to childe and could tell he sensed it too, but nonetheless, he stood up, with you til the very end. you reached for his arm from where you stood, silently begging him to save himself. he shrugged you off, and you knew you had lost. you just hoped you didn’t lose what you feared.

so dry your eyes and count to ten, they’ll have me on the pyre by then. forget the man i used to be, you’ll move along more easily

you both had been fighting for hours now, but the tides were quickly turning in your hunters favor. you could barely make out the various organs and gore that littered the field, torn up bodies, empty carcasses, bloody messes you couldn’t even tell were human at some point, all tinted slightly pink from the thick, gooey substance slowly dripping into your eyes. you turned to see how your companion was faring, and he wasn’t any better, from the blood soaking through his clothes to the deep, ugly gashes covering his form, this battle very well might be his last. you finally passed out with that thought, the stress being too much. the last thing you heard was a terror stricken scream, before the cold embrace of darkness consumed you.

a moment, dear, i hear someone in the hall, and he’s plundering the promises we hung up on the wall oh he’s come for us, love.

when you awoke, you expected to see a light, or a tunnel, or something that would signify an end to this nightmare, but fate is cruel, and the people of teyvat are even crueler, for as you opened your eyes, you saw crowds upon crowds of people cheering, chanting excitedly for something you couldn’t make out around the dried blood in your ears. you looked around to search for childe, immediately wanting to know if the only person to show you any kindness or decency is alright, or at least still breathing.

save yourself, i am bitter to the bone, and i’m growing rather fond of the wandering alone, i am far too gone now

to your relief, you could make out his form slumped next to you, just as thoroughly chained as you were. you hoped they would at least spare him, you didn’t know what you had done to deserve this sort of treatment, but he had done nothing.

so dry your eyes and count to ten, they’ll have me on the pyre by then, forget the man i used to be, you’ll move along more easily

before you could get lost in your thoughts, a figure you couldn’t quite make out walked out on the platform, there was a distinct sticky sound when they lifted their feet, and you didn’t want to think about what the state of the wood you were forced to kneel on was. the figure spoke, and you recognized her as ningguang. what you could hear of her words spelled the end for you and your companion, you closed your eyes and accepted the inevitable.

now i must finish what i started, i’ll write a symphony for the departed, and i have no time for second chances, so i survive on bourbon, blood, and backwards glances

sensing your end, you let yourself cry, for the first time since you got to the hellish world. and as a single year rolled down your face, you smiled, finally finding an end to all your suffering.

and so, the scene begins, your cries become the wind, a desperate plea best left unheard, then my contrived goodbye, a poet’s pantomime, a drunken jester’s final words

ningguang gripped your chin, making sure to dig her nails into the cuts there, before commanding you to open your eyes. you obeyed, wanting to at least die with a shred of your dignity intact. she raised her other hand, and turned you head to look at childe’s sleeping form. before you could even register what she planned to do, the guard’s polearm was already embedded deep into his heart, with no chance of recovery. his eyes shoot open, and he let out a strangled scream before vomiting up blood, and passing out for a second time.

now i must finish what i started, i’ll write a symphony for the departed, and i have no time for second chances, so i survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

you felt the scream before you heard it, it felt like nails dragging inside your throat, it felt like months worth love gone down the drain, it felt like you would do anything to get him back, it felt like you weren’t so content just sitting there and waiting for your death, it felt like you’d get your revenge one way or another. before that train of thought could go any further though, you felt a spear pierce you skull, right through the temple, hitting your brain before you could register what had happened.

oh, now i must finish what i started, i’ll write a symphony for the departed, oh, i have no time for second chances, so i survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

you were stuck like that for a few agonizing hours more, aware and able to feel everything, but powerless to stop them from destroying your already torn apart body even further, only alive because of some specially made drugs. you saw them burn one of your legs, felt them scoop out one of your eyes, and you couldn’t even scream when an ear was slowly shaved off. after they had decided they’d tortured you enough, you were finally able to succumb to the comforting release of death, and closed your eyes for one, final time.

so, dry your eyes and count to ten, they’ll have me on the pyre by then

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: @karmawonders, @daeruh

[cicero-defacto]

how did your parents meet?

*shrugs* I don't know, probably saw each other in the waiting room for a lobotomy.

[schizopositivity]

It's so frustrating that I'm only seeing more and more lobotomy jokes. Especially "live, laugh, lobotomy" merch.

You are making fun of the torture of disabled people. People with intellectual disability and severe mental illness brutally had parts of their brain severed or killed. Many people died from this. We can never know the true impact because the people who endured this were not the same after.

We shouldn't be bringing this up in any lighthearted way. This was a tragedy, and we should be showing basic human respect to the victims. I don't think anyone can "reclaim" it and no one should want to. Please treat it with the severity and respect you would to any other mass tragedy from history.

[70-nn-13]

[es0tericdoll]

TW: but i always end up binging :(

[sayxit]

Spaghetti

[robinspinknest]

us?

[auschizm]

I'm sorry, but I just don't think jokes about lobotomies are funny. I don't think the deliberate physical destruction of millions of mentally ill and mentally disabled people's brains, often without consent, frequently just to make them easier to manhandle, is a laughing matter. I think it's a humanitarian tragedy

[metthewwilliams]

TW : GORE, BLOOD, SUICIDE

I haven't drawn for a long time, but suddenly I got inspired!:3

[draganaesfrost]

i never asked for this. not once.

[obliviani]

Vessel 🪡

[elsa-fogen]

hello lobotomy au - special delivery! PAIN.

it's even more depressing than i expected... shit. it makes ME sad. which, usually, doesn't happen.

this au is really fucking depressing.

"i'm not gonna post about this au any time soon" - she said and immediatelly posted something

okay, so, how this "surgery" affected the Trix

Stormy's now absolutely passive. she doesn't do anything on her own, doesn't talk, doesn't react. she's basically like a ragdoll - except the times when she's not. she has only two conditions now, 1 where you can do anything with her, 2 where you can't move her even with a fucking tank. nothing in between. What is going on in her hed tho is a complete mystery.

Darcy's doing little bit better. just a little bit. she still can talk, can do many things. she just doesn't. she's absolutely apathetic, and without guidence she can just… starve to death, lying on the floor near the full fridge, just because she can't make herself get up and do anything (I wanted to give her memory issues - that she can't make any new memories and wakes up thinking that the last battle with the winx was just yesterday, but i was told that lobotomy doesn't cause memory issues). she also almost doesn't feel any emotions. The only thing she feels - is rage towards people who did this to them, when she sees Icy crying. speaking of her…

Icy is lucky (or unlucky) to be the most functional one of the three. she can still walk, talk and react almost normally to her surroundings. she just has really hard time thinking anout literally anything. it's like her iq dropped from 180 to 40-50, idk. so, yeah, no plans for world domination in this condition can be made. she even has hard time planning her day. And, also, she now can't control her magic at all - anything she touches will be frozen, so she has to wear artifacts that don't let her use magic at all. But not only her magic is out of control, her emotions are as well. In my aus Icy usually doesn't cry at all. In this one tho... in this one she will cry for all her alternative versions, yeah. And, as a bonus, occasional epileptic seizures.

And the worst thing is - she DOES realise how much she changed, notices that things she used to do without thinking at all now are taking her way to long to do. And she sees how her sisters changed as well. And she hates herself, she hates the winx, she hates the light rock for doing this to them. But she can't just end her sufferings, although she was thinking about it, her sisters will not survive without her. so she keeps living. for them.

she found a way, she spends her evenings trying to live through the next day and making a plan in her notebook, she sets alarm clock for every step, she sends million delayed reminders to herself. she goes to bed very late, but at least her next day will be a little bit easier.

But... their life has another catch. Obviously, none of them can work, not with such conditions. Icy tried, but got fired in less than an hour. But they are getting only one pension - for Stormy. Why is that? Because Icy and Darcy have huge family savings. But they can't get to them - it's now too difficult of a task to do. Icy can't plan the whole thing through, something will go wrong and she will be lost. And Darcy can't even leave the house before losing last bit of motivtion. Even if she left, she would stop in the proccess without someone who'd tell her to continue. And they can't go together, not without Stormy. And with her it becomes much more complicated. Hell, they can just lose her somewhere. And so they have to just survive with what they got.

The Trix don't have anyone, except for themselves. Who will take care of Darcy and Stormy if something happens? Icy always would answer: I will. But who will take care about you, if something happens to you? Darcy and Stormy will, isn't it obvious?

she never thought, that something can happen to all of them at once.