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[shaylogic]

Because of my theory on how Dead Boy Detectives will start exploring cultural afterlives in season two through our heroes and their families, I scanned some relevant pages from a helpful book in my library called "An Atlas of Afterlives" by Emily Hawkins and Manasawee Rojanaphan ( 9780711280861 ). It's a J NON-FIC haha so it's a great illustrative overview of several afterlives' lore.

I hit the photo limit so look for more in the reblogs.

I wanted to share several of the possibly-relevant pages, especially Sedna.

[wanderingmind867]

Rick Riordan mentioned in the Kane Chronicles that the Ancient Egyptians buried themselves with all their possessions, right? Something about the things following you to the afterlife? You know… I like that. I may want that to be more commonplace. Bury me with all my things. If there really is an afterlife (and if said afterlife doesn't have a library with access to knowledge and stories from across all of human history, which it should), then bury me with the damn books and dvds and tablets and god knows what else.

I think the ancient egyptians had some of the better afterlife ideas. Rick Riordan portrays the greek/roman afterlife so unflatteringly that I think it's dead to me now (you get three options: eternal punishment, death of self identity in asphodel, or the stupid gated communities that are elysium and the isles of the blessed). And the norse one could be improved (i don't want a warrior's death, and would rather take my chances with Helheim). But Anubis and Osiris seem to have a decent thing going, and I think it's the afterlife I can most tolerate.

Still, I sort of have my own private visions of what an afterlife should be. But I suppose that's a topic for another note (even though i may have already made notes about it before). But to sum my basic thoughts up: I like the egyptian afterlife, and i have a visceral hatred for the greek/roman one.

[whereserpentswalk]

The souls of the tyrants, Emperor Constantine, General Cortez, and Pope Urban II, facing consequences in their afterlives. Devotional art to Hel. Happy indigenous peoples day.

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[asensefeed]

OFFICIAL AUTISM ALBUMS

-Fun Fun Fun by Cats Millionaire

-You Won't Get What You Want by Daughters

-I Need Drugs by Necro

-Oblivion Access by Lil Ugly Mane

-A Ticking Clock I Couldn't Stop by Afterlives

-Fabulous Muscles by Xiu Xiu

-Agnes and Hilda by Patricia Taxxon

-o_O by Hello Kitty Suicide Club

-Last American Hero by James Ferraro

-Nomo by CCRU

-A I A: Alien Observer by Grouper

-Hyperpraise by Vatican Bible School

-Pent up Pup by Pent Up Pup

-Giles Corey by Giles Corey

-On The Edge by My Useless Life

-Baku: Symphony of Sirens - Sound Experiments in the Russian Avant Garde - Original Documents and Reconstructions of 72 Key Works of Music, Poetry & Agitprop From the Russian Avantgardes (1908-1942) by Various Artists

-Empathica by Coin Locker Kid

[to-the-starlit-west]

Afterlives, Derek Mahon - 1975

[irradiate-space]

Afterlives

Ocean

You find yourself floating on an endless ocean, watching the shapes in the clouds. In time, the waves grow bigger, until you find yourself thrown from the crest of a wave as foam, and realize: the waves have remained at the same size. It's you who have become smaller, just another drop within the ocean.

Jungle

The forest screams with life, but you see none of it. You flit from branch to branch in the subcanopy, but no matter how high you fly, you never reach the crown, and no matter how low you fly, you never reach the floor. You chase a particular sound, getting closer and closer until you think you're right on top of it - and then it is behind you. Did you pass through it, invisible, intangible? Or is it?

Ice

There is a light on the horizon, peering through the blown crystals, and it never sets. The sky is overcast. If it is the moon or the sun or something else, you cannot tell. The snow squeaks underfoot, audible over the hiss of bouncing ice grains. Sometimes you come across polynyas, which ripple against the wind. You stay away from these, never knowing if they're the source of the puffing sounds and occasional gusts of warmth. Do you walk towards the light, or away?

Sand

The day's heat has passed; the sun has slipped behind the dune crests. Clouds on the far horizon are still lit by the Sun, in that moment just after sunset. You laze, mostly buried in the sand, soaking up the last warmth from the sand, content to wait a minute longer before moving. Another minute. Another minute.

Bwaaaaaaaam

You are waiting for a train. A train pulls into the station, but this isn't your train. Its passengers come and go, but it's not yours. You don't know where your train will take you. Other trains come and go, and passengers board and exit, and you wait for your train.

Stroad

There is a 12-lane road in front of you, and a crosswalk across it. The traffic light is not in your favor. The signal head glows a steady "don't walk" through the mist. You know that if you stepped into the road, at just that moment a car would come whizzing up at 55mph and turn you into a statistic. You wait.

Train

You find yourself driving a train. Brake here, throttle here, horn here, watch out for signals and meese. It's a long straight track, and the mountains never seem to get any closer. You remain alert for danger. Nothing happens.

[hellian-autumnheart]

Did you KNOW? That Hellian, Adelara, and Revion Autumnheart's grandparents, who died during the War of the Ancients, have been in the Shadowlands since? It's true, they have, and while they were mated in life, they have not seen one another since their deaths. Nylandrias Autumnheart, the previous Highborne Warrior preceding Hellian Autumnheart, resides in the afterlife of Maldraxxus, whereas Silnestria Autumnheart, the former Highborne Priestess, resides in the afterlife of Bastion. While they have not seen eachother, they have both done good work for Maldraxxus and Bastion in their afterlives, even while the Shadowlands were in chaos because of the anima drought and warfare that was brought to the Shadowlands by Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee, and Zovaal, the Jailer. Even though the Shadowlands have currently been at peace now, both Nylandrias and Silnestria have continued their work since the mortals and maw walkers conquered the realms of death. However, there could still be hope that these two lovers and mates will see eachother again in the hereafter, even if not now, whether they journey the inbetween to the eternal city of Oribos from their proper afterlives of Maldraxxus and Bastion or not.

[notthatitreallymatters]

It had been a mostly peaceful time despite the lonely and anguished moods that sometimes overcame him: working in the warehouse during the day, talking with Khalifa or rather listening to him when he felt like talking, then sleeping quietly at night in the golden glow of the oil lamp and in the must and strange heat of all the merchandise... it had given him time to rest and think and bring a little calm to his life. It had also made him live again through many regrets and sorrows, but those were with him in any case and went perhaps never to be reconciled.

Afterlives - Abdulrazak Gurnah

[shaylogic]

Season 2 Predictions about Afterlives

I wanted to include my formatting, so I'm snipping from my personal fanfic notes, but here are my thoughts on it.

[nandakhil]

March Reads!

Coin Locker Babies by Ryu Murakami.Also known as the other Murakami.This book is about two babies who are left in a coin locker in Tokyo.A concept in Japan, where babies are kept in lockers until they are adopted.This story is set in the early ’90s in Japan and it’s about two babies, One is a bisexual rockstar in search of his mother, and the other is an athlete looking for revenge from the woman…

[ethicopoliticolit]

In this incarnation, she appears in the archive of slavery as a dead girl named in a legal indictment against a slave ship captain tried for the murder of two Negro girls. But we could have as easily encountered her in a ship’s ledger in the tally of debits; or in an overseer’s journal—‘last night I laid with Dido on the ground’; or as an amorous bed-fellow with a purse so elastic ‘that it will contain the largest thing any gentleman can present her with’ in Harris’s List of Covent-Garden Ladies; or as the paramour in the narrative of a mercenary soldier in Surinam; or as a brothel owner in a traveler’s account of the prostitutes of Barbados; or as a minor character in a nineteenth-century pornographic novel. Variously named Harriot, Phibba, Sara, Joanna, Rachel, Linda, and Sally, she is found everywhere in the Atlantic world. The barracoon, the hollow of the slave ship, the pest-house, the brothel, the cage, the surgeon’s laboratory, the prison, the cane-field, the kitchen, the master’s bedroom—turn out to be exactly the same place and in all of them she is called Venus.

—Saidiya Hartman, “Venus in Two Acts” (2008)

[sarenth]

AGF 116 – Rock On Bone Dust Woman

[sakuravalelp]

Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

[bookcoversonly]

Title: Afterlives | Author: Abdulrazak Gurnah | Publisher: Riverhead Books (2022)