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Lobotomy Corporation

@lcorporation.bsky.social

"Face the fear, Build the future"

Collect our Enkephalin.

Ran by a clerk/employee idk man

[NOT AFFILIATED WITH PROJECT MOON I wish tho]

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Lobotomy Corporation @lcorporation.bsky.social · Sep 12

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Stella

@mirrorworldstella.bsky.social

Ok maybe I am a furry... #vrc

November 5, 2025 at 3:26 PM

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Stella

@mirrorworldstella.bsky.social

This is my 9/11

November 5, 2025 at 3:43 PM

Lobotomy Corporation

@lcorporation.bsky.social

Did you do this?

November 2, 2025 at 6:08 AM

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Garion, Arbiter of The Head

@arbiterofthehead.bsky.social

God fucking damnit Erlking what was I paying you for?

Heathcliff @viole-n-tsinner7.bsky.social · 27d

WERE SO BACK!!!!

November 1, 2025 at 3:04 PM

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🔒 Locke Windsor - Floor of Inhumanities

@inhumanities.bsky.social

The Colors of Heroes (1/2)

;;Text in ALT

At the top of the lighthouse, the rain still poured down. Sand and oceans bleached red by the falling droplets of crimson could be seen for miles. Tree branches swayed in the violent wind, whereas others would simply snap off unable to push back against the incredible force. Green eyes look out to where the darkest clouds hung in the sky, trying to find the source of everything. While Olive had caused such vicious shifts in the floor’s weather, they were nowhere near like this in terms of the rain…
Soon, Locke managed to find the source of it all. Nearly slipping off of the roof as they had to stop themselves from taking a step backwards. Between the blood dripping down off of it and their own shaking form, Locke had to quickly steady themselves.

“...She’s still here? But… Did the others… Fail?” They spoke to no one but themselves, speaking their thoughts out loud. Perhaps doing so would allow them to realize that this wasn’t a nightmare. “Then, is this rain-”
It was difficult to clearly see, but Locke recognized the two figures in the distance standing off against the Distortion. The streaks of cyan with the flickers of red gave it away the identity of one… As for the other, they needed no fancy colors or tricks for Locke to tell that it was their own brother.

“This could’ve been prevented, you know.”

That voice. They hated how sweet it sounded. How intoxicating it was. It was so warm, welcoming, but all it did was send a shiver down Locke’s spine. Had they not locked up the Abnormality cabinet properly again? They knew the voices from within, even under containment, could become invasive.

The worst part was they knew, deep in their heart, the voice was correct.

If Locke had access to the Abnormality pages… If they were willing to truly stand up to Olive and properly use their keypage to its highest potential… If they were any stronger… Perhaps not physically, but mentally. Perhaps then they could’ve done something proper rather than make things become far worse.

“Ah, but you don’t want to become that reflection of yourself in the past again.”

That horrid reflection. A horrible reflection of which Locke became a traitor and somewhat quietly lashed against the very same facility that was to blame for their unbecoming. A weapon slicing the hands that had sharpened them by allowing the same monsters they were meant to slay roam about.
Perhaps not even that far back into the past, but back when the Library was at its prime. A place where the corpses of others became not just books, but stepping stones for the future of the director. When people would quite literally sign lives away, sometimes not even their own. It was because of all of this did Locke become adverse to fighting others. Enough blood stained their hands, at least they thought so. Yet, it seemed like the world was pushing for them to become violent more and more… Citing it was necessary for survival, for conflict will and always be unavoidable. Either Locke would remain a coward and lock themselves up in the Library, refusing freedom even if it finally arrived for they were fated to always be a spineless coward… Or, they’d become part of the endless cycle of violence in the City with dried blood between their nails and nothing but a soon forgotten name and a rotten heap of meat that will be cleansed by the Sweepers soon enough.

“What will you do, then? Which part of your past will you relive?”

Locke could hear the voices of those they once knew. The voice of a Disciplinary Captain who held nothing but ire in his eyes, citing Locke to be nothing more than a waste of space. Murmurs of assistant librarians who claimed Locke had no right breathing once again for their actions in the past.
It felt like truly the past was coming back, once again. They had a choice. Either to rejoin the fight once more and be nothing more than an obstacle with a weak heart not strong enough to lay waste upon their foe… Or to run away, turning a blind eye to the suffering of not just Cheshyre and Kenneth, but Olive as well to an extent.
They could feel their face, their body becoming glass. Locke’s movements became slow, as if afraid of shattering their body. The amount of pressure was dizzying. Guilt wanted to bubble over. It caused Locke to falter, almost sliding off of the roof entirely.

“The form you’ll take to deal with this ordeal… How strong will it be? How weak will it be?”

Yet-

They remembered the moments that truly did matter.
Their superior in the Safety Team, a man who helped Locke find their footing alongside Alice. Relief that while the main branch’s Disciplinary Captain spooked Locke, she was far much more competent at her job and far more inspiring than the last one Locke had dealt with. The kind smile Kenneth wore when he got to see Locke was still alive even after all of these years. Joy shared between Locke and their old friends when they finally were able to be reunited… If they just hid away in the Library, such warmth couldn’t reach them… If they allow their heart to become cold, then they lose their way entirely…

Down their baton would slam, right into the roof of the lighthouse. Light would kick up, as if a match was lit. Groaning, Locke heaved their body back up, hands gripping now what seemed to be a flagpole. Blood trickled down their face, yet it soon vanished with a wave of light.
“...I am not a weapon. Those terms… I won’t let them define me. I have to keep going. If not for myself… For those that believe in me, both back then and now. Being in Disciplinary and Safety has taught me one thing… Be there for those that need it. To protect as many people as you can.”

Red. The color of heroes.

Green. The color of peace.

It felt… Incomplete, yet even so… The same lights that once danced in the skies of the Inhumanities floor swathed themselves around Locke like a cape.

“Even if my voice can’t reach them… Even if this is all just in vain…!” They called out, gripping the flagpole tighter even in the pouring rain. “Stars still shine, bright in the sky… Even with clouds as horrible as these… I’ll make them see-!” Locke would pull out the pole before slamming it back down.

Then… There was light. An almost blinding light. The clouds above the lighthouse gave way to two bright, shimmering stars in the sky. One green and another red. While it did not end the rain on the floor, the sky above the lighthouse no longer was plagued by blood raining down forth. Instead, a night sky full of shimmering lights blessed the building and its surroundings. Perhaps it was the surrounding rain or the dark of the night, but the stars seemed to shine even brighter than it had prior to the floor’s changes.
Locke looked upward at the stars, trying to reach out to them. Fatigue seemed to finally catch up, or perhaps their footing finally gave way, however. Soon the Librarian felt themselves fall off of the roof, falling back down to the ground.

November 1, 2025 at 11:39 PM

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Don Quixote Limbus

@fixerfannumber1.bsky.social

Happy Anniversary, PMSKY

October 30, 2025 at 9:13 PM

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Renkindle

@renkindle.gay

"It yearned to have a dream it would never wake up from, but reality was cruel as ever."

[ #furryart | #umbreon | #pkmnart | #pokemon ]

An illustration of Cygnus (it/its), an anthro half-shiny Umbreon with pitch black fur, dressed in the E.G.O. equipment of the abnormality "Dream of a Black Swan" from Lobotomy Corporation. The quote in the body of the post is part of the in-game description of the parasol.

October 23, 2025 at 8:57 PM

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Hokma.

@librarianhokma.bsky.social

..Neither. You are a Degenerate Corporation with how stupid every clerk in it is...

Lobotomy Corporation @lcorporation.bsky.social · 22d

Are we Lobotomy Corporation or are we 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Corporation?

October 24, 2025 at 1:02 AM

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Hokma.

@librarianhokma.bsky.social

I decided to choose someone just as wise as myself...
Do you think it fits her? Should I pass on the monocle to someone else?

October 23, 2025 at 4:05 AM

Lobotomy Corporation

@lcorporation.bsky.social

Are we Lobotomy Corporation or are we 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Corporation?

October 23, 2025 at 2:52 AM

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Hokma.

@librarianhokma.bsky.social

5 likes and I will give my monocle to someone in the Library.

October 22, 2025 at 9:27 AM

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Ricardo

@bigbrothermiddle.bsky.social

I apologize.

Ricardo @bigbrothermiddle.bsky.social · Oct 14

Aw, what's wrong, coupon stealer? Didn't get an ID in 250 days?

October 17, 2025 at 11:32 AM

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Heathcliff

@viole-n-tsinner7.bsky.social

WERE SO BACK!!!!

October 17, 2025 at 11:41 AM

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kevin.

@centralteamkev1n.bsky.social

...I am not feeling quite happy as of late.

Wanna know why? Well, you just kept ignoring me, scrolling past by. Why's that i wonder, huh?

Don't you know that i could pinned you onto the nearest wall, before then giving you one sloppy mess of a kiss from me?

October 18, 2025 at 7:47 AM

Lobotomy Corporation

@lcorporation.bsky.social

Hello Bluesky, I eat Enkephalin.

🔨 Vena / Venus 🔨 @manageresquire10.bsky.social · 25d

Hello bluesky i eat erasers

Ҡitkat @kitkat.and.cat · 25d

Hello bluesky I eat marbles

October 22, 2025 at 3:54 AM

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🔨 Vena / Venus 🔨

@manageresquire10.bsky.social

Hello bluesky i eat erasers

Ҡitkat @kitkat.and.cat · 25d

Hello bluesky I eat marbles

nox @nox688.bsky.social · 25d

hello bluesky i eat mangos

October 19, 2025 at 9:31 PM

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Gaz😈

@gazumirei.bsky.social

Ykw I'm bored here's two black and white characters that has something in common #LibraryOfRuina #dieofdeath #DoD #ROBLOX #projectmoon #lobotomycorporation

October 8, 2025 at 7:00 AM

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Willow_Wolfy

@willowfunwolfy.bsky.social

Judgement Bird!
#BirdTrioTober
#LobotomyCorporation
#LibraryOfRuina

October 8, 2025 at 7:31 AM

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ClaireCrayon

@clairecrayon.bsky.social

the last of the trio, clearly
#art #lobcorp #lobotomycorp #lobotomycorporation #projectmoon #inktober

October 10, 2025 at 2:33 AM

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D0ir__

@d0ir.bsky.social

Liminalität
:
#ocs #ocart #ocdrawing #myocs #chevy #blu #lobotomycorporation #lobotomycorporationoc #art #digitalart #illustration #digitalillustration #originalart #nekopaint123 #d0ir

October 10, 2025 at 9:50 PM

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ClaireCrayon

@clairecrayon.bsky.social

then, in the middle of all the chaotic cries, someone shouted: "IT'S THE BEAST! A BIG, SCARY MONSTER LIVES IN THE BLACK, DUSKY FOREST!" #art #lobcorp #lobotomycorp #lobotomycorporation #projectmoon #inktober