#immortal concepts

[pythnensis]

happy mothers day 🫶

[suiana]

imagine having an immortal lover who's an artist or sculptor or something. you two are madly in love with each other, being #couple goals and shit. life couldn't be better, i mean you're with the love of your life and he's an absolute YEARNER. unfortunately you're a human, and we all know how immortal x human relationships go. especially in the past since there's no photographers or pictures yet.

so basically,

you died :3

and he's all alone again.

since he's an artist/sculptor or something, he spends the rest of his days trying to bring you back to life through his works. a person is never truly dead until they're forgotten after all.

but with each piece that he produces, each stroke of his hand, every damn pause,

he's starting to forget how you look like.

he's forgotten how your eyebrows look. he's starting to forget the shape of your eyes, the curvature of your cheek.

he's forgetting you.

how could he let this happen? how could he... do such a thing to you? the one person in his life that mattered?

clutching his head, he can only regret that he didn't try harder to commit you to memory. he's not only losing you, but himself too. you were a part of him and now even the last bits of you is leaving? how do you expect him to remain sane? if only god could give him a second chance to correct his mistakes.

and... god did listen. i guess. after he had lost his mind and gone insane from the grief and pain of being alone once again.

because how are you standing in front of him again? all beautiful like the day you left him?

"do i know you?"

ah.

of course, this isn't the you that he met all those years before. this is a different you, but still.

it's you nonetheless.

what does a crazed man do when he finally meets the love of his life? he kidnaps them, obviously. how coukd you expect something different?

he won't fail to create new memories with you. ones that'll help him remember you even after you're gone. thank goodness for the development of technology, am i right?

what happens next is up to you. but don't worry, he's sure that you'll be happy with him. you'll be happy with him like you used to be. everything will be like they used to be back then.

it'll be simply wonderful.

[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.

[soranatus]

Immortal Legend Batman (2025), debuting August 27. Writing by Kyle Higgins, Mat Groom and art by Dan Mora, Erica D'Urso and Igor Monti.

Many centuries from now, humanity becomes a galactic civilization with capital megacities on multiple planets and smaller outposts on dozens more. To conquer the vast distances between solar systems, humanity tapped into dark matter to bend space-time around spacecraft, from hulking colony vessels to one-man mech suits. In accessing this dark power, humanity broke the barrier between their universe and their universe’s shadow. This resulted in the creation of “Shadows”: mindless, soulless apparitions craving nothing but violence and destruction. Due to the actions of these Shadow creatures, newly colonized worlds were brought to the brink of collapse. But three warriors found a way to access the energy that bound their universe to the shadow universe, becoming “immortal legends”: Immortal Legend Batman, Immortal Legend Robin and Immortal Legend Nightwing.

[sweetmapple]

My entry for @autumn-doodles Kayne selfie contest! Congrats on 1k!!🥳 I figured Kayne of all people would like a blood and sand

[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.

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 162.5/327

4.12 Criss Angel Is a Douchebag Written by Julie Siege Directed by Robert Singer Original Air Date: January 22, 2009

[uesp]

Vestige: "You're fishing?"

Morah: "Ah, ha ha. You must be utterly baffled by the concept. Just sitting and waiting for something to occur with patience. As quickly as you expire the mere idea must appear ludicrous. How utterly pathetic."

Vestige: "Mortals fish, you know."

Morah: "They do? Oh, my … that somehow makes it even worse. There went the last vestiges of pity I held for you worthless creatures. Alas, I'll never be as cruel as whoever conceived of you reeking offal-bags."

[yoku-yukihime]

MY MORTAL ENEMY

[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.)

[aleksanders-fair-maiden]

I keep coming back to the idea that if quynh was the only 'new' character in the second movie and they had saved uma thurman and henry golding for the third, the movie would've been able to breathe so much more.

We'd get more of the character dynamics between main cast and how quynh fits into it. the nicky/joe disagreement could get some real air time. maybe we get some more flashbacks. Hell bring uma thurman in at the very end as a reveal of who's really behind the scenes! Leave in the whole end sequence at the nuclear facility and joe, nicky, and nile being taken and andy v discord but don't tell us the why -- that would be an INSANE cliffhanger and a great mystery for the next film.

Save the whole nile can end immortality thing for the next one too cause that lore drop/plot point could support its own movie without the distractions of "quynh's back/booker's back/new but old immortals/discords motives"

and keep booker alive so he can help the girls save everybody. maybe that's my sad french boi bias coming through lol -- but hey booker getting to see andy with quynh after only knowing her withOUT quynh?? wouldn't hate to see that (but if you must kill him leave the noble sacrifice for the third movie, just let the movie breathe and let me keep the french boi)

[ladyofspoons]

of course you have a blue kanohi and pronouns

[madcat-world]

Gorgon - Palamarchuk Mikhail