#the-forgotten-mind

[elizabro]

aaron bushnell knew exactly what he was doing. he states his intentions with total lucidity and sense of purpose. he knows what he's about to do is extreme--he says so. he speaks calmly, but he's clearly terrified. he takes a deep breath after pouring the accelerant over himself. he has to psyche himself up to light the flame. he struggles with the lighter. he says "free palestine" normally once before he starts to scream it. even through his agony he manages to say it one last time before he stops being able to speak at all. this is a man with total conviction. he wanted to help people, in any way possible. this action was a moral one, and any news outlet painting this as simply a mental health issue is a disservice to his memory. he knew what he was doing when he burned himself in uniform. he knew that there was a chance that sacrificing his own life could go on to save many others. this was the ultimate act of selflessness, and it should be treated as such. may he rest in peace.

[bklily]

Inside Out but its all the multiple variations of Adrichat

Bonus:

What a weird guy, huh!

Part Two Here!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why is he kinda...

These two asks were right next to each other, and I think that’s beautiful

[emacrow]

Raven found a Feral Farshee and saved a town

Teen Titans got an alert for another candidate from titans east only the signal led to a broken titan in the middle of a dark foggy and scary woods in the middle of Illinois that seems to be causing the other to hallucinations and get lost.

Raven seems to be the only one immune to this as the teen titans got picked off one by one, distracted by something only to end by the shadows and a terrifying wail that scared the living souls out of them.

This was worse than movie night when her powers went out of control due to fear, except she beaten her own fears.

She know there was someone or something in this woods causing all of this and whatever it was, it was in pain, a whole lot of pain to steal everyone who seem to wander in the woods without hurting them.

Perhaps to absorb safety to distract itself from its own pain is what raven was thinking until she found the source.

In a barren broken town covered in frozen snow and ice. An old cracked sign covered fully in overgrown frozen vines barely said anything until she used her telekinesis to move them.

Welcome to Amity Park. It's a nice place to live! Home to the most famous sup- phant-! What was the sign said if it weren't for the evacuation and Do Not Cross tape and signs all around it.

There wasn't a place like this on the map, let alone on the Titan tracker that wasn't working anymore.

It was cold, below 20 winter cold as Raven flew in the town.

She could feel the eyes of something staring at her as she anazyling the town.

Something had happened here, something big as she was seeing ice statues of varieties ages people in clothes, shoes around stuck in place as if their were doing normal town things or running from something.

More and more statues in clothes, hats, dress, police uniforms, suits, etc she kept finding as she flew by..

Only to stop at a familiar statue.. it was Robin, except he was frozen completely like a ice statue except his Robin uniform were still on with his titan communiater in his hand still pressing the buttons as if he was shouting about something.

Her heart dropped as most teen titans members were here, along with a Titans east frozen like ice statues.

Before her eyes caught something, bringing another statue. She dipped into the shadows immediately.

"Safe, must keep everyone safe, safe, safe in forever ice, nobody can get hurt now, all safe, they can't leave through the portal, all safe..."

Watching as a very long white-haired boy wearing a frozen crown floating in a black hazmat suit and a mystical cape, carry beast boy frozen in ice statue like state as a frighten falcon with one claw out.

He was much taller than cyborg, but thinner than a scarecrow, four arms, with exposed skin on his long hand paler than sickening white paint with lines of blue.

His eyes were dull blue, wearing a necklace glowing a bright ominous blue, a familiar necklace tied with a simple gold thread she had read about once.

A curse necklace of power, thought to have been lost in a bargaining chip with the infinite realm King due to twisted and corrupt the user's power to gain control over them unless forcefully taken off or cut off, reverting the effects.

It seemed to taken over this person completely.

She thought of a plan easy enough for her to snap it. Manifesting a pair of thin shadow scissors to cut the gold thread through.

Hearing the sharp snip cut through the necklace immediately alerted his attention toward her, only for the snapped necklace to drop on the floor.

Dull blue eyes shrank before a glowing green and sharp pupil revealed themselves in his eyes before rolling upwards, gravity taking effect immediately for him to collapse on the floor immediately.

The guy fell into a deep sleep as she kept him contain in a giant shadow grasp, probably out of exhaustion as the status of her teammates started to thaw out, skin exposed as the ice practically fell off them.

Each teammate suddenly gasped for air. It wasn't just them as the town itself was melting, ice cracking, noise of people were gasping or mid screaming, coming back to life from the frozen prison.

The culprit, who cause all this was still asleep, suddenly had a flash of light surrounding them as long silvery mixed with black hair teen very malnourished thin lay in the shadow grasp.

Before Raven could explain, the town folks were suddenly holding strange guns glowing green.

"Let fenton go, you creeps!"

Part 2 -> here

[interoteme]

I just wanted to say I love the way you draw jambalaya (jimmy)

Some scraps, if you're interested, found scattered about

[undercoverangell]

telemachus as a baby probably would have loved 2 yank on his dads beard and mustache... its usually within reach of his very short arms whenever hes being held. and his dad reacts in a way that is probably very funny 2 him.

[secretarysong]

BEEP BEEP!!!! Mayday delivery!! 🧨🧨🔥🔥

not exactly sure what date but somewhere within This Week! marks my first 1 year of being an actual NSR fan (and my subsequent upwards spiral since then) so to celebrate i am throwing a BIG PARTY in FESTIVAL PLAZA and ALL OF YOU ARE INVITED!!!!🤑🤑🤑🤑 Just kidding. there is no party. BUT! below the Keep Reading i will share some of my earliest (and somewhat crude) drawings of mayday (and a bit of zuke). it feels like it's been ages since then...

transitional phase....... these range from like november 2023 to march 2024 i believe? in no particular order

fun fact about me; i used to be a Strictly total drama fanartist and i preferred to draw pretty on-model to the very heavily stylized characters in the show. it was kind of difficult going from... that (Hardly ever venturing out of my comfort zone) to the oh-so-scary and intimidating world of No Straight Roads. in order to make art i'd be happy with, i'd have to inevitably get used to THREE-DIMENSIONAL SPAACE and... *gulp...* Dy.. Dy... DYNAMIC ANGLES!!!!!!!

love is one hell of a motivator however. and i love this schtewpid game and i love its world and characters and most of all i love MAYDAY!!! and here i am Today! obviously i still have a long looonngg way to go and much to learn but i've still come pretty far. and i'm pretty proud of myself! 🐊🐊🐊

[steamclouds]

When your soon-to-be husband is a (lore-accurately sized) drow

[1071png]

Zin-carla

[miraku39]

so i couldn't stop listening to ruler of my heart

[lucabyte]

Happy PMD Red is on NSO day. Sadly I don't think King the Skitty and Muse the Cyndaquil will be returning to finish up their adventure regardless.

[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

Typical self-aware, but reader just proclaim dehya and arlecchino are their wives chaos ensues because

Archons: WHAT DOES SOME HARBINGER AND A RANDOM EREMITE HAVE THAT I DON'T?!?!

This idea is also enhances the idea that because no one has been worshipping the creator, they haven’t actually realized they’re the creator yet.

So that would mean Dehya thinks she’s marrying some silly little and oddly powerful wanderer she found in the desert, and Arlecchino knows from the Tsaritsa freaking out that this is some random forgotten god, and the elder archons are so confused.

Venti: Why am I not enough!

Creator: Pyro women. Sorry.

Also-

The tsaritsa, clenching her fist: At least it’s your harbinger at least it’s your harbinger at least it’s your harbinger-

[penismage]

trying to get back into drawing a bit with a little sketch of one of my favorite d&d characters i’ve ever played

[sincerelybubbles]

a. hotchner x reader - crawling through your window

i saw someone post about their fav crawling through a window in the rain and the long-form spencer fic is rotting my brain so enjoy hotch crawling through your window <3

i don't think there are any warnings, lmk if that's wrong. also, not proof read, I am back to my usual bullshit

The knock on your door was probably easy to miss. You wouldn’t know, though, because you didn’t hear it.

You were in the kitchen, hunched over the counter, forehead pressed to the cool marble as you debated whether or not another cup of coffee would actually be helpful at this point or just make the buzzing in your head worse. The case had been brutal. Messy, exhausting, the kind that left shadows under everyone’s eyes and an ache in your bones that no amount of stretching could shake.

Nausea builds deep in your navel, a resounding sign that you need to go to sleep, and soon.

You had ignored your phone when it rang earlier. The thought of answering it, of extending your exhaustion into another conversation, had felt impossible. And now, lost in your haze of weariness, you missed the second attempt at contact.

It wasn’t until the faintest creak from somewhere inside your apartment—somewhere that shouldn’t have been occupied—reached your ears that you felt the first tendrils of alarm coil around your spine.

You straightened, heart picking up speed, blood surging in your veins as your mind catalogued the possible explanations. The locked door. The windows—

Your bedroom window had been cracked open to let the storm air in earlier.

And now, standing in the dim light of your apartment, soaked from head to toe, rainwater dripping onto your floor, stood Aaron Hotchner.

Your mouth opened, words tangling, tripping over each other, before settling on a very eloquent:

“What the—Aaron?”

His expression didn’t change. If anything, the faintest flicker of exasperation crossed his features, a barely-there pinch between his brows.

“The door was locked.”

A beat of silence.

You blinked.

“I—” You shook your head, taking a step back like that might help you process this. “Are you breaking into my apartment?”

He sighed, heavy, dripping water like a crime scene in your doorway. “You weren’t answering your phone.”

“…So you climbed through my window?”

“I took the fire escape.”

“Oh, well, that’s so much better.”

You stared at him, stunned, watching the way his soaked dress shirt clung to his arms, how his tie was askew, his hair darkened and sticking to his forehead from the rain. His jacket was nowhere to be seen, and he was standing there, entirely unbothered by the fact that he had just climbed into your apartment in the middle of a downpour like some kind of brooding, law-abiding criminal.

The absurdity of the situation was just shy of sending you into a laughing fit. Instead, you rubbed your hands down your face, exhausted in a way that felt almost separate from the case now.

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, shaking your head as you finally moved, stepping around him to grab a towel from the hall closet.

When you turned back, he was still watching you, carefully, the way he always did—assessing, reading, cataloguing your reaction. The way you hadn’t been answering your phone. The way you were still drained, that bone-deep exhaustion sitting behind your eyes.

Aaron never failed to make you feel seen - for better or for worse. With your messy hair, smeared makeup, and stained sweats, you're not sure how you feel about the in-depth examination your boyfriend is currently giving you.

Aaron would never do anything to make you feel even remotely uncomfortable or ugly but self-consciousness creeps through you, anyway.

You shoved the towel at him.

“You’re actually insane,” you informed him.

He took it, finally moving to scrub some of the rain from his face and hair. “And you should answer your phone. You know, before I feel the need to crawl through your third-story apartment window to check on you.”

"You can just say you miss me, you know." Teasing him is easier with your back to him, planning on warming him up some tea - coffee was out of the question now that he's here, there's no chance he's letting you caffeinate yourself further.

"I missed you," Aaron says, arms snaking around your waist and nose settling in the curve where your shoulder and neck meet. "And I was worried. And I wanted to ask if I could spend the night before we're thrown back into work tomorrow. Is that wrong?"

Fluttering at the base of your stomach erupts instantly at the tone of his deep voice, tone open, honest, and raw.

"Someone's tired," you say, voice soft, hands reaching up to grasp at his forearms. It's not that Aaron isn't affectionate, far from it, but he usually goads into your teasing, resisting for the fun of the give and take. Instead, he's leaning his weight on you, breathing in your scent heavily.

He also climbed through your window to see you. There's that, too.

"Exhausted. And wet. And now so are you." With a flex you can feel through his soaked dress shirt, Aaron lifts you easily and begins walking backward into your room. "I think that means I'm entitled to a shower."

"Aaron!" You giggle out, leaning back against him in lieu of fighting. Your incredibly loving, handsome, and usually-stern boyfriend is carrying you to the shower - who are you to complain?

[phonification]

warm ups get warmed Up

[fishykays]

Kirb and ducks <3