#immortal concepts

[nanodose]

Astral-Stepping

The Wrought is a dangerous place. It is currently impossible as a Corporeal to cross to the other realm physically, so most Magi explore this wretched place by Astral-Stepping. Experienced Magi have the ability to project their Spirit onto the Wrought while still in life. We do this from a secure place, like one of the many Magi Sanctuaries or the mysterious Leylines scattered throughout the universe.

These are safe places where one can enter and exit the Realm of Thought as it guards the gateway back to one's body. Every time one enters this space, they leave behind a trail that leads back to one's exposed body. This trail can lead malicious creatures known as Wrought Entities to infiltrate this body and take over, leaving one as a Spirit indefinitely and exposed in the Wrought.

The importance of these safezones can not be understated. It is the duty of us enforcers to maintain and protect these places for our work as Magi to continue unhindered. To learn about the Wrought and protect the denizens of the Corporeal Realm against its dangers.

-Magi Enforcer Ferman

[sunlit-mess]

Already broken

[naturecalls111]

unorthodox murder mystery

[valtsv]

i think it's good and right when there's a body horror element to the concept of the soul. when the metaphysical and the physical are intertwined by blood and sinew and sweat. when you have this invisible, intangible vital organ burning up inside you that can be torn out and leave you eviscerated; flayed open with no outward apparent physical injury. when a body without a soul is just a carcass that hasn't realised it's rotting yet, the useless discarded remains of a butchery. when the wrong body can reject a poorly matched soul like a transplant. when the soul is something that can become corrupt and putrefy.

[pkmn-lillie]

oh my god i should put my truth into the world

Captain Marvel has been a member of the Justice League for over a decade, joining shortly after his debut.

Billy Batson was chosen as Champion of Magic at age 9.

By all appearances, Billy is currently age 11.

When a person is chosen as the Champion, the effects of such a strong concentration of magic kinda fucks with their aging. With an adult, there's not really that big of a deal; some people look younger than they are due to genetics.

Unfortunately, it is much more noticeable when the Champion is a child.

Billy isn't an eternal child, or anything, he's still going to grow up. His aging just stopped while his body adapted to being the anchor to all of magic. So now he's a middle school aged kid, with a twin sister who just turned 21.

[theroundbartable]

Leon: one day you're gonna get me killed

Arthur: don't be ridiculous, it's not that bad

Leon:...

Leon, the immortal, shaking Arthur: stop destroying my dreams!!!!!

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[ladyofspoons]

of course you have a blue kanohi and pronouns

[jaggedjot]

the notion that queer men can be flamboyantly theatrical, perform in drag, even occasionally refer to themselves with female pronouns, and nevertheless willfully uphold and enforce patriarchal norms, would have been a well worn complaint in any given 1970s lesbian collective, and yet

[wanderingmakers]

Hello, Blossoms!

Let's talk a little bit about them.

The Blossoms can be found at the end of the Garbage Grounds, an underground network that runs beneath all of Startropolis.

It's a nifty place that even Mike calls home! (He doesn't like it very much.)

The Blossoms are very warm and polite to any and everybody, looking to find someone to love them.

Could you believe the look on their many faces when Kris appeared?

... You know how well that went, anyway.

But they weren't always like this! In fact, it was long after Mike took to the sewers that he began hearing wistful melodies echoing across the tunnels.

He could hear melodies faraway, almost every day, like a routine.

Usually there was only one voice, but sometimes, there were many melodies playing at once, clashing against one another.

Sometimes he couldn't hear any singing.

Sometimes, he could hear screams.

One day, the Blossoms were held by a dark embrace and were told the truth of their eternal heartbreak.

Their hatred formed a colossal body from the garbage and plant matter.

They concocted a plan, and held onto it since, for the one chance they would get to enact it.

Now, the Blossoms aren't completely rational.

They come from far away, for the sole objective of finding a way to be loved and appreciated.

When they couldn't find it, it all came crashing down.

And that's that! The Immortal Hydrangea was by far our most consistent character yet, although there were many doubts as to how risky it would really be to make them part of a prediction.

They look a lot like Flowey, right?

The difference in the petals was their latest change.

To sprite the Immortal Hydrangea in the battle, @beruki learned Blender all by themselves and created an entire model — two, in fact! That background comes from a 3D animation as well — so that we could use it as reference to paint over with pixels.

We were once really set on redesigning them sometime after their reveal, but...

In the end, we didn't find anything we could revamp on them. So for their appearance in Pantheon of the Discarded, they'll stay mostly like you've seen them already.

They've come so far...

And that's pretty much it! We wanted to delve deeper into our one shadowboss that predated the Pantheon. As for our 2 others from the prediction, we think the game'll do a way better job at doing so :)

(Despite that, stay tuned for a HUGE concept art showcase of the two later!)

[madcat-world]

Kalthus Warrior Concept - Morten Solgaard Pedersen

[nanodose]

Avatars

Corporeals who desire power at any cost can become Avatars of Concepts. By allowing a Concept to inhabit their body, they gain a huge amount of their power, but now must share control of the body. Usually, Avatars have high compatibility with the Concept they host, but if they are not, this bond will not last long, as this incompatibility will weaken the Concept's connection to the Corporeal Realm until it can no longer stay in the Corporeal's body.

If they are compatible, however, their bond lasts quite longer. Normally, Corporeals were never meant to wield so much power, so their bodies would erode as they spend too much time hosting a power too great for them, but high compatibility between the two can help to ease the effects of the erosion.

If a Corporeal is able to host a Concept for an extended amount of time, they would start to pick up habits from one another, and if left together for even longer time, they would be indistinguishable from each other personality-wise.

I shudder to think that such an Avatar could exist for that long, and worse yet, without our knowledge.

-Magi Enforcer Ferman

[oifaaa]

Not from the art, but you give the vibes of someone who was into Hetalia

EXCUSE ME!!?!?

[aurelion-solar]

Immortalized Legend Ahri Statue Concept Art - Shanen Pae Concept A - Concept B - Concept C

[anghraine]

In addition to the I'm Guessing Tolkien Had Some Hang-Ups About Pregnancy post, I also ran over some interesting but even more unrelated factoids in The Nature of Middle-earth that even I couldn't justify including in the main ramble.

So I made a separate post about those, which includes my favorite:

Arwen would have been even more exhausting for Celebrían to bear than a pair of twins because: Arwen was a "special child" of great powers and beauty The beauty I got from LOTR, but—without being dismissive about the banner—I really wish we had a clearer sense of Arwen's unique stature in her own right in LOTR. She's presented so much in terms of Elrond and Lúthien and occasionally Galadriel and Celeborn, but Elladan and Elrohir are Elrond's children and Galadriel's grandchildren just as much as she is. Yet here she's clearly framed as special and powerful in a way they are not and which drew so much from Celebrían's (and possibly Elrond's) spiritual reserves that they couldn't have any more children. That seems like a big deal! Tell me more! Epilogue: he did not tell us more

[moonlightperseus]

we died together, intertwined, literally bleeding into each other, we came back together, in the same drawn breath. we were connected before but now we are as one entity separated by different bodies, our pain, anger, fear and joy shared between us. you cannot separate us, not even with death, we will always come back to each other. we will never leave each other. our very souls intertwined.