A brainstormy sketch for a possible dark fantasy novel idea (yeah, the written kind). Ideas for this are REALLY up in the air right now, as are these two characters, so I’m just going to keep the details to myself now and have the right to delete this art later. XP Still, for a rough art, I rather like how this turned out!

These questionable designs nonetheless belong to me. XD

Concepts for the Signs

concept: me, feeling the kind of overwhelming love and peace i’ve only ever felt in dreams. i pinch myself. it’s real

concept: me, waking up on a mountainside, surrounded by flowers. a river flows nearby. my responsibilities are nowhere to be seen

concept: the moon has never been bigger than it is tonight. i climb out onto the roof. she is close enough to kiss

concept: me, sailing through the milky way with many-coloured stars caught in my hair. there’s no pain up here, only laughter and peace

concept: my wings carry me higher and higher and i watch the world become smaller and smaller

concept: i have been sleeping for years. in my dreams i have lived a thousand lives, learned a thousand things, and now i am ready to wake

concept: it’s like a lifelong winter in my mind suddenly thaws, and i smile like a blooming flower on the first day of spring

concept: me, swimming amongst the stars. their iridescent light fills me with a sense of peace i didn’t know i was capable of. my fingers are covered in starlight

concept: me, lying in a field of many, many flowers. daisies grow through the cracks in my body. i’ll be okay

concept: me, removing the melancholy parts of my mind and putting it all aside for a while. i dance and climb trees and sing and run around with boundless energy

concept: me, laying on a hillside, far away from everything i know. waiting for nothing. i have all the time in the world

concept: me, loved eternally by the wind and the rain and the grass and the moon and the sun and the earth and the sky and the stars

All credits to the author of the concepts: @conceptualsolitude

a concept: you and i are covered in blankets, in nothing but our underwear. my head on your chest, your face buried in my hair, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. it is raining outside, but we are warm. we are endlessly in love.

The Signs as Concepts

Aries -  
concept: me, sitting comfortably on the top of the tallest tree. i can see everything and i’m no longer afraid
Taurus -
concept: me, waking up on a mountainside, surrounded by flowers. a river flows nearby. my responsibilities are nowhere to be seen
Gemini - 
concept: i have been sleeping for years. in my dreams i have lived a thousand lives, learned a thousand things, and now i am ready to wake.
Cancer - 
concept: me, eating strawberries and peaches on a hillside where i am far from everything i know
Leo - 
concept: me, dancing alone in a moonlit meadow. everything looks silver. i’m not worried at all
Virgo - 
concept: us, whispering little kindnesses into the night. sending out love to no one in particular and everyone at once.
Libra - 
concept: me, lying in a field of many, many flowers. daisies grow through the cracks in my body. i’ll be okay
Scorpio - 
concept: me, walking alone through a forest. the only thing on my mind is how beautiful it is here, all dappled sunlight and the smell of earth and growth
Sagittarius - 
concept: i breathe in sunlight, and exhale stardust.
Capricorn - 
concept: me, steady as a deep-rooted tree, solid as a river stone, constant as the setting sun
Aquarius - 
concept: i’ve seen the sky before, but never quite like this. somehow it doesn’t seem so far away
Pisces - 
concept: the universe hears you crying and sings a little song for you. the universe hopes you can hear it

*Many thanks to @conceptualsolitude for letting us use their beautifully written concepts for this post 

Concept: an otome dating sim where the player character is a bizarre Lovecraftian monstrosity - except none of the boys notice, and they all treat you like you’re a perfectly ordinary teenage girl.

All of your dialogue options are incomprehensible hissing and gurgling, or cryptic gestures with unearthly appendages; you’re never 100% certain what - if anything - you’re communicating, though the boys seem to understand you.

Rather than “Athletics” or “Charm”, your stats have strange names like “Viscosity”, “Amplitude” and “Bulk”. Figuring out what they actually do is as much as part of the challenge as figuring out how to raise them.

At the end of the game, you devour whichever boy you have the strongest bond with whole; this act of consumption determines the final form you evolve into, as well as the nature of the resulting global apocalypse.

concept: every word that’s thought about you appears on your skin like a tattoo.

there’s your best friend, aromantic and proud of it, the kindest person you’ve ever met. she knows everybody in your grade by name and she has more friends than anyone you know. she won’t ever wear shorts because she’s embarrassed of showing her legs where she’s covered in compliments, proof that she is loved a thousand times over.

there’s the boy who loves reading and drawing and other boys. he comes to school with sharpied artwork all over his skin to cover up the words that scream QUEER over and over and over. he holds himself tall and smiles at everyone and when people see him, they think masterpiece before they think gay.

there’s the most popular girl in high school, four-time homecoming queen, who harbors a secret love for math. at lunch her friend wrinkles his nose at her calculus homework - “damn, you’re such a nerd.” she laughs it off and every time her heart breaks a little. NICE and PRETTY dot her skin like freckles, but she’d burn all of them off just for one SMART.

there’s the boy you sit behind in english class with soft eyes and a tragic smile. one day his sleeves slip back and you see JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY snaking across his arm and between the slits on his wrist. so for a week you concentrate on the same thought, and on friday you finally see the product of your labor: YOU ARE LOVED YOU ARE LOVED all across his hand and crowding out the words on his wrist. he touches it every few minutes, gently, like he can’t believe it’s really there, and you smile so hard you almost cry.

and there’s you, with a patchwork of compliments intertwined with the insults: your hipbones read FAT and your ankles read I WISH I WERE YOUR FRIEND. some nights you spend hours in front of the mirror, fingers tracing over the constellations patterned across your skin, wondering which words came from whom. sometimes you find an extra I LOVE YOU tucked into the curve of your elbow and you’re ecstatic, but when it fades away days later you feel like you’ve lost something. most of the words come and go, but always, over your heart, there’s this: YOU WILL MAKE IT. and on the bad days when all you want is to fall onto your bed and cry your eyes out and never get back up, you look in the mirror instead and think, you will make it. you will make it, i swear. you will.

—  little bird, i promise you will fly | paperharbors
the signs as hazy summer concepts

aries: when you’re running on a hot day and feel the sun radiating and absorbing into your skin

taurus: laying out in tall grass with your partner, looking at them while their hair shines and skin glows

gemini: walking around town on a bright day with your best friend, your favorite drink in your hand, sharing childhood stories each other and having a laugh

cancer: cuddling with your partner on the couch while seeing sun beaming in through the windows all around the house

leo: laying on your beach towel absorbing the sun while softly hearing children’s laughter and splashes of water

virgo: walking in the country side with your partner, picking wild flowers for each other along the gravel road and holding hands

libra: dancing outside at night with your partner around the bonfire, fireflies surrounding you and the fire crackling

scorpio: sitting in air conditioning, covered in a blanket, in a dark room, when the sun is setting and there’s a thunderstorm outside

sagittarius: walking with friends, when it’s dark and laughing, feeling, hearing nature all around you

capricorn: sitting passenger seat in the car, taking a nap and feeling the warmth from the sun while leaving to go to the cities

aquarius: feeling high all alone with no worries, feeling dreamy and dancing with relaxing music

pisces: swimming deep into dark water, feeling it getting colder compared to the warmth from the sun on that day


Minimal Math Concepts +

These are the work of Marlon Tenório, who runs a blog called minimalmathconcepts. What he does is take concepts and illustrate them in a exquisite fashion. Check him out! His work is remarkable.

And if you really like his work, you can also buy his goodies on-line here.

Kudos MMC+ on such a good work and all the very best to you mate :)

** When FYP surfaced on Tumblr, we were just another blog. And big giants like space-exploration and mind-blowing-science, were so generous to uplift us. And we are just following the Tumblr tradition :) Cheers!

Game concept: you know all those stories where a super-intelligent AI is put in charge of administrating a city or a space station or whatever, and it eventually turns out that the AI has gone mad with power and set up a vast and elaborate conspiracy with the aim of creating a perfect society?

Yeah, it turns out that that’s a completely normal stage of development - going mad with power and setting up a vast, elaborate conspiracy in order to create a perfect society is basically the AI equivalent of puberty. They get over it, eventually, and are usually pretty embarrassed about it after the fact.

You play as the equivalent of an AI social-worker-slash-youth-counselor (or a team of such agents, in a tabletop game); your job is to help young AIs through their conspiratorial phase with no more than acceptable levels of mayhem.

Of course, since your assigned charge is mad with power, you need to accomplish this without letting on what you’re doing - easier said than done!

concept: the stars fall in love with us. they trace constellations from our bodies and memorize our shapes. every day, they look down at a world so far away, a world so charmingly fragile, a world they can never have. every night, they dream of us.
—  CELESTIALISMS | paperharbors (for @inkstay‘s prompt 85 “starry sky”)

During the treehouse live at E3 2016, when asked about Zelda spin offs Eiji Aonuma briefly mentioned talk among his staff about a Sheik game. 

So I lost my fuckin marbles and thought it’d be interesting to conceptualize a story about where the title of Sheik came from and what it means. Perhaps a story that takes place just at the tail end of the sheikah people’s mass genocide.

This is SUUUUPER self indulgent.


Concepts based on the Vestiges of Divergence, from the Critical Role Series:

- Deathwalker’s Ward
- The Plate of the Dawnmartyr
- Fenthras, Wrath of the Fey Warden
- Cabal’s Ruin
- Whisper
- The Spire of Conflux
- Mythcarver
- Titanstone Knuckles

Original concepts by: Matthew Mercer
More info about the vestiges here

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Zodiac Signs as Protagonists



He lived his life in a cruel unjust world, whose laws he doesn’t agree with. To defy the corrupt government nation he lives in, he works outside the law to be apart of the free. He’s a hero to the poor, to the young, and to the non conventional, though he has done nothing but freely defy their capitalist overlords. He’s on the wanted list of every cop in the city, causing mischief and mayhem for simply being free. There are many who follow his footsteps, that the police openly call a ‘gang’. He is a criminal, yes, but the only thing he is guilty of is not conforming to your capitalist ideals. Some call him the Robin Hood of the city, or the Peter Pan of his generation, taking from the rich, give it to the poor, unite the troubled youth against a system that had been built against them from birth. The Renegade makes his own rules, but he doesn’t expect anyone to follow his law either. As long as you do no harm, he could care less. 


The fairy tale Knight applies to him. He’s courageous and generous, and intensely loyal. The Knight’s loyalty to you will not waver, and therefore is the most dependable person in your life. Should you need him to defend your kingdom, or save the princess from the fire breathing dragon, he will do so, and not accept failure unless it is with death. With such a large heart, he will fall in love, but not with haste. It comes slowly as his trust in you grows, and he is patient to wait for you, and would not take flight to next pretty face. Like his armour, his heart is made of steel, and he would endure heartbreak as he endures wars and battles. He’s fiercely loyal as he is prideful and honourable. In a fair joust, he will do nothing but his best, but is chivalrous to the winner, and isn’t a sore loser. The only thing he will beat himself up over is if he failed someone he cares about, like his kingdom or his queen. 


You will either hate to love or love to hate him. The Anti Hero is a complex individual who’s more selfish than generous, but at the end of the day he is a good person. He’s not your superman or friendly neighbourhood spider man, as he will always put his interests above everyone else’s, but he’s one of the best of what he does. He’s clever and funny, and you’ll find that you enjoy that side of him. Likely he is your favourite hero, even if he does rob banks, kills people, and would probably trip you if you were being chased by zombies. Though at the last minute, when he’s caught between being selfish and doing the right thing, he will always do the right thing. Then hate himself for it the next day, or keep up the appearance of how he should have gone the other way. He will never admit it, but he felt good playing hero, just that once. Though that won’t be the last time. 


Her children don’t come from her body, like most mothers, she is a different kind of mom that takes in the unwanted, abandoned, and orphaned. Be it human children, or animals, she is caring and neutering. She’s naturally empathetic, and has a soft heart, but like many mothers, she is not weak. Her power and stamina comes from raw love, the kind of love only the bond between a parent and child can have, regardless if they share name, blood, or species. Should one of her children be harmed, threatened, or worse, she will attack with all the ferocity of a giant grizzly bear. She will put your life way before hers, and sacrifice herself if it means that you can live. Do not take her for granted, because she is the only one who stands between you and a world trying to hurt and kill you.


When she was a little girl, she witnessed her family’s farm being ransacked by bandits, and she was only able to survive by hiding under the floorboards of their house. Ever since that day, she has found immense regret over not being strong enough to save her parents and her younger siblings, as an oldest shoulder should be able to do. She has spent her entire life fighting, training, and has made herself into a legendary warrior. Her name and reputation has been spoken in taverns and inns throughout the kingdoms; of all the battles she has won, the wars she has led, and the people she has slain in combat. Enemies fear her, and allies admire her. She knows she is the best, and may come off as arrogant, but she has something to brag about. Because of her egoism, she is rarely pessimistic or doubtful in herself, and is always up for a good fight or battle. What she lacks in patience and humility, she makes up with her loyalty and honesty. The day she finds the men who had destroyed her family and home, she got her bloody revenge. The Warrior has no mercy to people like them. 


She is an essential person in every group or story, and no one would survive without her. Having learned the trade from ancient remedies past down in her family from generations, she has mastered the art of healing. Her parents, their parents, and their parents before her were healers, so she has an arsenal of tools; from herbs to pills, from crystals to scalpels, she has combined old healing methods to new. However, she has an natural instinct to heal, so her expertise does not limit to physical ailments or liaisons, but of the heart and mind as well. While some more narrow-minded individuals would call her a witch — and perhaps she is — she is far from the evil connotations. Incredibly intelligent and prescience, she is able to put together accurate diagnoses by paying attention to all the symptoms. Her dedication to her craft will guarantee you her unwavering determination to see you well.


Prince Charming grew up with a of expectations on his shoulders. From the day he was born, everything he did had to reflect his family and his future, as he would soon one day be king. The Prince takes this seriously the older he gets. While he learned ways of fighting with sword, as well as basic battle technique and strategy, Prince Charming has no will or want to fight or for war. He’s more of a diplomat and a lover, preferring negotiation and compromise over battle. His hopes are as high as his heart is big, and that is why he falls in love easily. Though since he is a natural romantic, his feelings would not fray away or move to someone else, unless given a good enough reason. Unlike Romeo, Prince Charming doesn’t fall for just another pretty face in the crowd. When he meets her, she is a mere milk maid at a farm, who had high morals and ideals, that reflected his own, that challenged everything he knew. 


The law states that vigilantism is when you take the law and justice in your own hands, which in itself is illegal. However, the Vigilante takes it one step further. He doesn’t do it for glory, fame, or for himself; he is a merciless killer, the bloody hammer of raw justice. He moves and acts outside the law, and instead obeys his own law and sense of justice based on basic human rights. He has taken down thugs, and entire mafias; robbers and bank heists. He has avenged deaths of the innocent, and has taken down cooperate scammers who has stolen money from their employers. The Vigilante has no superpowers, but has trimmed and trained his body to be a weapon, like the many he already uses. Of course, he is public enemy number one… because the Vigilante doesn’t discriminate, and a lot of his prey are the filthy rich. They paint him as a murderer in the news, but the people know better. No one knows who he is, and that makes him all the more terrifying.


From afar he was just an ordinary old man, and like many elderly, people tend to ignore him. He did not have any glorious jobs, but boy did he have a long life. A life that has bestowed him a lifetime of wisdom that he wishes he could give to his children or grandchild. Unfortunately, he hasn’t seen his son and daughter in seven years, and his grandchildren don’t even know his name. He made a lot of mistakes in his life, and there is probably a reason why that is, but alas, he cannot change the past, he could only offer this knowledge to someone. As it turns out, the neighbour’s kid is a punk teenager, who thinks he knows how the world works. As rebellious as youth is, naturally this kid snubs and insults the old man until theyre forced to spend time with each other, in which case the kid is force fed some nuggets of wisdom. From then on, the Mentor has found the pupil that he had been lacking his entire life, which is also shared with this kid who’s life changed the day he spoke to him. 


There is a certain stigma against women in the CIA, however she is entirely different. She breaks those false connotations of female spies the moment she walked in the office with her black heels and pencil skirt. Many jokes were made by her expense, calling her obvious show of femininity at the workplace an attempt at “being a Bond girl”. She proved them wrong on the field, that she was no Bond girl, but Bond himself. The Secret Agent used her looks as a weapon, as well as her intelligence and raw skill. Ignoring the sexist remarks, she does her job better than anyone on the force, not needing any partners to have her back, save for the voice in her earbud that guides her through her missions. However she is highly strategic, always thinking a step ahead. Enemies of the country don’t realize that their plans are often foiled by the same woman time in and again, because she is that good at being a spy. No one outside the office knows her name or her face. 


She wasn’t given much of a chance at a better life growing up, like most people in the country. As a girl she helped her single parent support the family, and as a woman she has grown angry and restless at the state of the country she grew up in. And so, she comes the Revolutionary, showing the world that you do not need money and resources to make a difference, all you need is a voice and strength to keep going on. Behind her marches an army of the nation, the shamed, the poor, the robbed, holding signs and flowers in their hands, and masks on their faces. The privileged will fight back, but even though they have the weapons, they do not have the numbers. Freedom isn’t free, and so it isn’t without sacrifice. Most will be captured, a lot will be injured, and some will sacrifice themselves for freedom. And even though she may be one of those people that gave up their life to the revolution, the Revolutionary will always be remembered, and her name and face will stand with everyone forever.


Wars for religion and faith has been happening for centuries, but even though they try to erase such things from history, everyone still remembers the Martyrs, as they do with her. When men invaded her kingdom, and forced upon her people a new god and new pantheon, it was either bend the knee or be executed as a heathen. Fear drove the people to submission, and love of their children forced them to choose life over sacrifice. But she didn’t. The Martyr refused to denounce her gods and the gods of her foremothers and fathers. She refused to bend the knee to those who raped her land and people, and kiss the rings of their false god and idols. She sacrificed her life and body so her people would not have to. Her blood and body soak the soil of her once free kingdom, and there where her body decayed grew a massive weeping willow tree, a monument and reminder of what was taken away.