“Obedience suits you, sparrow.”

Stargate SG-1 "The Shroud"

Stargate SG-1 "The Shroud"

Seems important that Kuras is the background pic. It raises implications like -

- is kuras a monster?

- if he's an angel AND a monster, is the shroud "heaven"? Or a third place- more like purgatory?

- as angels often can travel between realms historically, would he actually struggle with this adjustment period?

- when he was condemned to be amongst humanity, I'm assuming he can't go back- has he lost some of his power/less teathered to the spirit realm?

Vengeance of The Moon Knight #4 (2024)

written by Jed MacKay art by Alessandro Cappuccio & Rachelle Rosenberg

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Bye Nick: Is the Shroud made of Identity? Or of souls minus Identity? The passage in Yumi seems to imply both?

Brandon Sanderson: We’re looking more at souls. Souls minus Identity is the path you should be going down. I mean, there is still some Identity in them, is the thing, but yeah.

“Darkness at the Edge of Town (Part Three),” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #35.

Writer: Alex Segura; Artist: Jim Towe; Colorist: Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Sabino

Wrapping up my Ghostmyers take over with this image! Danny and Michael are going to enjoy some time off to just be with each other now - Thank you so much to everyone who sent an ask their way, they may still pop up from time to time, as I am def not done with them! Once again, thank you!

Goth Listening Club Day #41: The Shroud- Dark Moon Night

"every song here is so addicting and beautiful"

LISTEN ON: SPOTIFY / YOUTUBE / APPLE MUSIC

"All hands on deck!"

My piece for the @ddzine2023 charity zine: The Mountains & The Valleys! Ft my favourite enemies and favourite region!

How powerful are Monsters?

Monsters who cross through the Shroud and into the mortal realm undergo a dramatic transformation. Their incorporeal spirits take physical form, strengthening some and weakening others. The longer they spend in the human world, the better they adapt.

Ethereal orbs in the sylphlands

Stargate SG-1 "The Shroud"

Feel The Spirit Forming, Sense The Ghostly Shroud: Don Paris as The Shroud, host of Fort Wayne, Indiana's "Nightmare Theatre." This was certainly one of the more distinctive of late show host personae of the time, resembling a '40s Pulp masked avenger or a member of the Carcosa Cult from "True Detective."

Writing Share Game

Tagged by @dyrewrites even though she knows all I have to share is world building ><

Rules: Share some writing!

Tagging @mthollowell-writes @aziz-reads @stesierra @digital-chance @fire-but-ashes-too

From The Shroud, which is a WiP that barely has any writing for it, but I will share what I got! FYI this is super old, like six years ago and some things have changed:

THE SKY WAS A BRUISE. A black and blue smudge, and in the distance, electric blue flashes raged where the trees met the sky. He quickened his pace down the broken road. Raising his arm as he went, he tapped the skin of his forearm, prompting E.N.D.U.R.E to start. A crack of thunder shook him, but he didn’t look back. A small screen emerged from his flesh and a red blinking triangle showed rapid and warning. A signal of the coming Shroud. “Not long now.” He tapped his earpiece, small and innocuous in his ear, “Bron you there?” Nothing but white noise responded. It’d been a few hours since they separated to look for a working vehicle. Then the Shroud began gathering from the distance and Logan had a new objective. Find shelter or die. Wind struck his body and he struggled to stand upright. He forced his leg forward, one foot after the other, but a few paces later his boots rolled over something small and hard. A trail of spent shotgun shells littered the ground to end near a disheveled structure that might have been a house, once. Now, the roof was caved in near the back, and the front door had buckled in on itself. A rustling behind him had his fingers reaching for his hip. He slid his palm over the body of his gun, cold metal against sweaty fingers. He wavered for a moment, focusing his cybernetic hearing past the wind. A low growl erupted from the trees. Gravel crunched under his boots as he spun around, pistol out of his holster and aiming for the trees. His eyes darted back and forth along the tree line. Glinting metal and a tuft of ratty fur was all he caught sight of as something dashed through the forest. The wind was picking up every minute and dust whipped against his body. Heavy lashes of rain followed. Soon his eyes itched from not blinking, but he wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t risk turning his back. The Shroud’s first cyclone touched down in the distance. Blue bolts littered the thick rolling clouds as the funnel dropped to the ground. It danced on the horizon for a few moments before splitting into triplicates. Logan pursed his lips, eyes narrowed at the trees. “I don’t have time for this.”

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