#the dead

[maddiesharafian]

I’m hoping to do illustrations for all of the characters in my comics, but I’m so incredibly slow! Here are the first two, at any rate!

[aaronofithaca05]

AND WHAT IF I'M THE MONSTER?

Lurking deep belowww....

This was me yesterday singing from the top of my lungs!!!! hahaha

I´M SO EXCITED!!!!!!

APRIL 26TH, LET´S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(⊙_⊙;)

UNDERWORLD SAGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[why-i-love-comics]

Avengers #6 - "Citykillers IV" (2023)

written by Jed MacKay art by Ivan Fiorelli & Federico Blee

[smoshpvnk]

smoshpvnk’s blank + posts:

anthony’s funeral roast characters edition ⚰️

[lailoken]

I had an extremely special experience recently.

Not long ago, I met a pagan from our local area—which is decently rare with how rural and evangelical this region is—and ended up making plans with my husband to visit the commune she lives on further into the woods from us.

The commune itself was pretty amazing and unusual, and it's hard for me to do it justice without writing up a whole story about it, but suffice it to say that it's a very powerful and fascinating place. One especially striking aspect of this commune is the fact that there is a singular pioneer grave from 1901 hidden in the forest, not too far from them, which has been visited and propitiated by member of this commune for decades.

The man buried there was said to be an Irish immigrant who lived in a homestead nearby with his "close male companion of many years" before being buried alone there. Though, now, he is a beloved figure to this queer punk collective in the woods, and they sometimes bring him things like tobacco, beer, and coins as offerings.

It was such a joy and an honor to be shown this sacred place by the people who have watched over it for years, as well as being given leave to visit it. When I met him initially, I left a naturally round and smooth green jasper stone that I found by the sea upon his headstone. These pictures were taken on my second visit, wherein I brought him tobacco and rum, and received a clear omen shortly thereafter that it was alright for me to photograph.

What a truly wonderful place.

[the-cricket-chirps]

Stanley Mouse, Alton Kelley

Grateful Dead at Avalon Ballroom

1966

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Arthur Lyons - The Dead Are Discreet - Ballantine - 1976

[chemicallywrit]

LISTEN TO MY NEW PODCAST BOY

The Dead is a series of zombie stories not about the ones that survive the apocalypse, but about the ones who don’t. I directed this show and i am pretty dang pleased with how it turned out.

[wiirocku]

Colossians 1:18 (NKJV) - And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things He may have the preeminence.

[alwayssacr3d]

[loneberry]

—W.S. Merwin

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Detail of inlaid eye belonging to the "Seated Scribe" , 2600 - 2350 BC. Crafted from red-veined white magnesite and rock crystal.

The Polished crystal was covered in the back with material used to create the color of the iris. :: [Treasures of ancient Egypt]

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The Dead, By Susan Mitchell

At night the dead come down to the river to drink. They unburden themselves of their fears, their worries for us. They take out the old photographs. They pat the lines in our hands and tell our futures, which are cracked and yellow. Some dead find their way to our houses. They go up to the attics. They read the letters they sent us, insatiable for signs of their love. They tell each other stories. They make so much noise they wake us as they did when we were children and they stayed up drinking all night in the kitchen.

[aaronofithaca05]

Art!

The Underworld SagÁ COVER ALBUM

[siena-sevenwits]

LOOK at the last paragraph of "The Dead" by James Joyce. I can't stop coming back to it over the years. Read it out loud - every word crafted to be so soft, so soft, even onomatopoeic. The story is not a favourite of mine. But this stormin' paragraph. The way the opening words can't help but tap rhythmically, popping with little "p" sounds... And there's no sound in this story, not till this paragraph, because it's a story about people who never listen, and in the end something has shifted in the main character, and he can hear the sound of snow...

"A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. "

[lailoken]

Hello there! What do you think happens to tree spirits or genus loci after their trees/sacred spaces are destroyed? Do you think we can talk here about them 'passing on' in some way, becoming, let's call it, the 'Green Dead'? Could that be possible? Or do they simply cease to exist?

Hello there!

This is a fascinating subject, but not one I have the easiest time explaining.

I believe that all living things possess a spirit that "moves on" after death. As such, I believe that trees— just like humans or centipedes—move through the Otherworld after phsycial death and into the Quietus, where they are rejoined with the Universal Wellspring and eventually "re-spun" into the pattern of the Wyrd.

That being said, I think certain plant souls can linger or be transformed into Gloaming Spirits in their own right. In this way, some trees may haunt a place (though, I imagine it would have to be a fairly old and powerful tree that was deeply disrespected), and other trees may become Fae spirits of the Elemental Clade. For all I know, the Arboreal Tutelary Spirits I venerate (such as the Elder Mother or the Juniper Mistress) were simply the firstborn souls of their respective plants, who went on after death to grow in power and wisdom as the ages passed.

It's hard for me to say more beyond that, but I do like your wording of "the green dead!"

[comicwaren]

From Avengers Vol. 9 #005

Art by Ivan Fiorelli and Federico Blee

Written by Jed MacKay