Undead Aberration

Devoted to Death: Santa Muerte, the Skeleton Saint

Communist Manifesto

Real Life Fairy Tale: Michael Jackson and Me

Humanitarian: The Real Michael Jackson

Currently reading:

Belly of the Beast: The politics of anti fatness as anti blackness

Bad Men and Wicked Women

Queue'd up:

Circe

Land of the Beautiful Dead

Ordered:

Moonwalk

Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

A Dowry of Blood

Blood in my Eye

Grimoire of Santa Muerte

Imperialism, the Highest Stage of Capitalism

You Are Not Alone, Michael: Through a Brother's Eyes

Michael Jackson Conspiracy

Preordered:

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride!🏳️‍🌈

finally did the meme @dvilsdesire tagged me in eons ago!!! Connor's ideal partner is flexible, he just would LIKE them to be good aligned.

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@relentlessgrief is relentlessly the most chill & approachable person in this community. always a good word to say about people, and such a love for media and writing. what I adore most about them is their devotion to their characters ―look at either of their blogs and you'll see it, but Connor, being an original, is incredible; the amount of art put towards him, and the fact his character is continuing to evolve in real-time. also, not afraid to be freaky.

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@voxfisch often inspires me with his art of Vox. I love observing the design differences & vision for the character, and Rhys's style is really pleasing to look at. I love the big shark tail, and especially love the pale tummy. we put pieces of ourselves into our muses and his Vox is full of love. I struggle with art, a hobby I can take months to years long breaks from. seeing lovely art like his always brings the itch back for me.

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a  study  in  monsters,  the  ones  you  can  see  and  the  ones  you  can't.  in  chronic  pain  and  all  the   w  r  o  n  g   choices.  in  becoming  something  MORE  than  what  you  were  meant  to  be.  and  in  becoming  exactly  the  MONSTER  they  said  you  were.

Werewolf-Tiefling OC. Based in the worlds of DnD  &  BG3. Penned  by  Ivy  (25+). 21+  &  Mutuals  Only.  Selective  &  Private.

trigger  warnings:  nsfw,  alcoholism,  cannibalism,  gore,  vore,  murder,  body  horror,  whatever  else  comes  with  werewolves  and  dnd/bg3  as  a  whole.

Connor’s ascension to Godhood was not done willingly. 

The Raven Queen had been in pursuit of Connor for being undead, deeming him to be a force to be eradicated. Her followers were the most relentless on his destruction. Defiant, Connor resisted her assaults for decades. Realizing that it would never end, Connor and a few of his closest friends provided aid to personally confront the Raven Queen herself. After a long and hard fought battle that lasted days and nights, the Raven Queen was defeated, but not without severe losses on Connor’s side. Fueled by guilt, and quite literally losing all those friends who came to help him end the Raven Queen, Connor thought of no greater punishment than to consume the Raven Queen’s divine spark, rising to godhood to bear the responsibility of overseeing the dead—especially over his now deceased friends. 

However, in the case of a dead god, not all dead powers are promised to die forever. The Raven Queen would come back, in time, with a lot to repair. 

Connor’s first action in godhood was destroying the Fortress of Memories, shattering all memories collected by the Shadar-Kai, as Connor deemed those memories did not belong to the Queen, because she stole them from the dead. 

Some of the Shadar-Kai under the Raven Queen were consolidated and became agents under The Gentle Death, but by in large, many fled, vowing to await for her return. 

The Gentle Death now awaits the Queen’s return on the farthest end of the Shadowfell, setting up a fortress of their own, where they hold a variety of individuals that all willingly joined under the cause for a just and kind death deity. Undead were welcomed, as were good aligned aberrations who believed in this god. With a purpose to create one unification and provide an umbrella over all of existence, the Gentle Death decreed that no one is barred from joining the ranks so as long as their intentions are pure.