#durge: Belladonna

[psalacanthea]

Tiger by the Tail

some more of my Dark Urge Belladonna and Gortash. Content warning in the fic notes, pls note before reading. It's Dark Urge, what can I say? It's weird and dark and messy.

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Absolutely stunned by the abruptness of his actions, and his sudden renewal of those excessive feelings she found so unnerving, she numbly handed him the bandage.  Gortashunraveled the mess, and pressed an end to her stomach.  The touch of his fingers was so unexpected and sudden that she flinched.  They were warm.  Calloused.

His face was set on intent lines.  “Put your hand here.”  He grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the bandage.  Numbly shocked, she did as he said.  Gortash went to work wrapping the cloth around her snugly, but not so tight as to burst the wounds again.

“As I was saying, I am here for open cooperation.  I have nothing to hide from you.  Our goals align completely!”

“I nearly killed you three times today,” she said, utterly lost.

“I know, and I quite like that about you.  I’ve been attempting to show my interest in you.  And apparently failing miserably at it– which has to be your fault.”

“You want to bed me?” she asked, some of her confusion and shock fading, letting the calm return to her mind.  Well, if he just desired her, that made him easier to control– what could be bad about that?  She assumed he felt the same about her.  But if it was mere conquest in mind, unsurprising for a Banite, then once would deal with it and he wouldn’t give her difficulty afterward.  “Very well.  Tighten the bandages.  The incision is not small.  If you are not careful it may split, and you may be dealing with more innards than you bargained for.”

Gortash stopped his circling of her with the bandage, giving her the strangest look.  “That is the most unattractive response I’ve ever received in my life.  Stunning.”

She averted her stare from him, lifting her chin.  “My lack of sarcasm does not indicate a lack of familiarity with it.  Just be forthright.  You’ve seen what I look like when I orgasm, and it’s all you can think about.  That’s understandable.”

Gortash tucked in the end of the bandage, giving her another equally strange, but wholly different stare.  It wasn’t one of the ones she was expecting.  He was so unsettling.  And so close.  “I think, deep down underneath it all, there’s a sense of humor.”

“There is not,” she snapped, offended and shocked.

“Sometimes…seduction is a process, my dear Belladonna.”

Giving him a sharp look, she narrowed her eyes.  “Belladonna?”

He smiled, eyes unfathomable.  “All your charming handmaidens are named after flowers.  I thought Belladonna suited you.  You said I could choose something to call you by.”

“People daren’t risk it, generally.”

His voice might be attractive at that moment, if it weren’t for the tinge of condescension.  “Well, I find teasing the tiger to be quite entertaining.  It’s always the dangerous ones that purr most sweetly in the end.”

How dare this petty merchant condescend to her?

[ourdreamsareneon]

Fucking Mizora because she's hot ❌

Fucking Mizora because the lighting is good for screenshots ✅

[givemethesleep]

(For your ocs)

What is everyone's alignment?

(Did you finish Australis' book/sketchbook that you were making? Cause I REALLLY want to see it!! If you posted it, I missed it :( )

Who's most likely to have a secret (or not) stuffed animal/special blanket?

How old are they?

If they could have a pet or animal companion, what would it be?

(I'll think of more but I'm super sleepy ((ha lol)) )

THANKYOU I ADORE YOUUUUU I'll answer the first one, then put the rest under the cut ♡

Okay so alignments!

Australis is Chaotic Neutral. Laws have meant nothing to her for quite some time and, while she wants you to think she spends her free time kicking dogs and making babies cry, she has quite the stubborn good streak she spends an inordinate time trying to hide.

Boreal is Neutral Evil - he is the cause of almost every almost-disaster that strikes the tiny town of Clicking Heels, and he's always miraculously around to save the day and cure wounds and make everything better. His desperation to prove himself to be good, to be a hero, has resulted in him being a person who does everything to the letter in order to cause enough problems to paint himself the small town hero.

Daphne is Lawful Good, and is both a people pleaser to the highest order and terrified of upsetting anyone ever. Having been raised in a way that convinced her that her magic was unruly, dangerous and in need of full time restraint, she makes very very sure no one else has reason to hate her. She also just has a huge heart and is consistently putting others above herself.

It could be argued that Belladonna is default Chaotic Evil, as the Dark Urge, but she's fighting these violent, cruel instincts as best she can. So I'm labelling her Chaotic Neutral, too.

Lividia is Lawful Neutral. As a Fist, her job is to follow orders. She's got a horrible jealous streak, so she's willing to do almost anything to boost her station without breaking rules, even if that means playing dirty.

As for secret comfort items, Australis has been carrying around a ratty stuffed owlbearntoy since visiting the House of Healing in act 2. It doesn't have a name, or anything, but Austrinwill sit up all night just looking at it, turning and tracing seams and squishing it in her hands. It reminds her of a stuffed animal she had some 50 years ago, before her corruption, before her pact. It's almost a tie back to the childhood she lost. Of course she'd rather die again than admit that she kept the old thing stuffed away in her pack.

As for the IRL Book of Shadows, it's still a work in progress!! The fact you remembered I was making it has made me so excited so here's some dodgy pics of where I'm at!

Thankyou so so much for the ask!! ♡♡♡♡♡

[daemon-in-my-head]

My most delusional take yet; Gortash didn't want to kill Durge after they betrayed him/blew his Foundry and Throne to bit. Hear me out

I've talked about the belladonna in Flymms Kitchen before, but to those who r new here: next to the pots and pans in Sally and Dravos (urgh) kitchen is belladonna. It's not a randomised lootable item it's always there. So using environmental storytelling, they probably attempted to poison Gortash (would make sense given he has a lot of antitoxin and pots stored in his quarters and the scrapbook chest, yk which one). And well, Gortash being Gortash, that man most likely knew what was going on (hence why he also has the antidotes stored), but he still did nothing besides tadpoling them. They're still alive. After attempting to kill him. They don't have a free will anymore but they are very much breathing.

And, once again, perhaps my own delulu, but Durge holds a similar position in comparison to them, given how much Gortash yaps about Durge even in his notes and how u find hints for their very amicable rs everywhere in their respective environs.

Which leads me to believe, he didn't actually intend to kill Durge. Beat them up till their close to death? Yes. But not actually finish the job. Perhaps cuz of that man's glaring abandonment issues but it would also allow him to be that gracious bigger person and hero again. 'Yes you tried to kill and ruin me but here look at me, I'm willing to forgive you if u surrender now after just a little beating.'

He takes back Durge no matter what happened in the temple. He doesn't care if they're mad or not. He doesn't even care if the same person's still in that body (sup failed durge). And while definitely petty and bratty, I don't think he'd throw everything away cuz Durge ruined smth of his yet again. Like ofc he's still malding and getting revenge, that's only proper, but he'd come up with a way to keep em around after being so delighted he found em again.

Except, Banes a bitch and the flaw in Mr. Masterminds grandiose plan.

Gortash is the only Chosen who doesn't pray to his patron. He didn't call for Bane to support him, Bane just swoops in and takes control of Gortash and won't give up on that control until one of em is dead. If that God had stayed put, I'm p sure the whole confrontation would've ended differently.

[wee-chlo]

So I got neck deep in RP Mode last night while I was playing the final bit of BG3.

And I went in telling myself I was gonna have Orpheus become a mindflayer. My Durge, whose name is Belladonna and I had a lot of fun changing her hair and name and eye color over the course of the game, was gonna ride off into the sunset with Gale. She was going to be NORMAL. That's what she wanted. She got rid of the Urge, she was herself again, she'd talked Gale down from the Divine Ledge. It was going to be great.

And then the first attempt to control the Netherbrain happened. And the Emperor saying he was going to assimilate Orpheus and Lae'zel protesting and Bella refused to let the Emperor do that. Categorically.

And then Orpheus confirmed that it does, in fact, need to be a mindflayer do uses the Netherstones. And Bella asked if he would do it.

And he agreed. With barely a hesitation.

And Bella couldn't do it. She couldn't go through with it. She was an architect of this whole plot; she had to take responsibility.

I had to shut the game down and walk away for a bit because in that RP headspace, I was legitimately close to tears thinking about how close she'd gotten. And now she'll never be normal, never get to live a quiet, happy life with her love. And while I knew Gale stands by you, Bella didn't and she was TERRIFIED. She was sure he was going to let her down gently. Kindly, because he's kind.

But he didn't.

There's a line from Dimension 20 that fits Gale and Durge very well. This isn't the exact line but still:

"I struggle to find any redeeming qualities in myself. But if someone as brilliant as Gale Dekarios sees something worth loving in me, who am I to dispute it?"

[crossdressingdeath]

I know that unlocking alchemy recipes when you pick up the ingredients is a gameplay mechanic, but it's kind of funny. Durge picks up like. belladonna or some shit and it unlocks something deep within their memory and they're like "You can make poison with this!" and this keeps happening. Imagine the rest of the party watching Durge go through their collection of ingredients and pointing out all the ones that can make poison and being Very Concerned.

[pathogenic]

Btw for Belladonna, I picked the violin for him because I thought the mental image of a Durge using a violin string to kill would be rather cool

[frenchish-water]

i heard you wanted loredumping in your askbox as well. so i will explain my tav and durge's names for you!

Armos Auvrylyl

it's strong and i like alliteration. "Armos" is not a drow name in the slightest, which works as a rejection of his lolthite heritage. instead it's a combination of the finnish words "armo" and "armas", meaning "divine grace" and "loved one" respectively.

"Auvrylyl" on the opposite side of the spectrum is very much a drow family name, roughly translating to "blood of the sword". bloods and swords are very important in eilistraeean customs.

Oleander Everspring

"Oleander" is a tall and very poisonous flower, signifying beauty but also danger. it's also featured in many urban legends and stories, perfect for a bard.

"Everspring" is a halfling surname, as they were raised by a halfling couple. as spring is the season of rebirth and change and ever can mean eternity, it could mean "eternal change" or "always changing". though since they've forgotten this name, so have they forgotten to change.

Love this, like for real i love when their is thought behind the names (most of mine, bc i suck at naming, are just ooh this sounds nice 😅)

Love how while armos isnt a drow name it still sounds elvish to me and makes me think of a comics series from here called amoras (i will admit this is because i read it wron at first, thanks dyslexia). And we do love a good alliteration in this house as well.

We do also love names that are picked from beautifully poisonous flowers. My preference does go to belladonna though.

[endawn]

okay okay, pick a name for my satyr durge

[effable-as-f]

My Tav OCs and the companions I think they'd romance:

Belladonna (they/them, tiefling sorcerer): QPR with Astarion (the only one I've actually played so far)

Kel'mora (she/her, githyanki cleric of Vlaakith): Lae'zel

Solomon (he/him, human Great Old One warlock): Gale

As of yet unnamed drow bard/cleric of Eilistraee: Shadowheart

I haven't decided who my Durge is going to be yet but I think I want to do either an oathbreaker paladin, college of whispers bard, or gloom stalker ranger

[feed-the-roses]

More of Belladonna the Durge. She's pleased her dream visitor is a victim. It's good they want to help her.

Still curious if the Archfey pact will influence the Durge story at all. (please don't tell me, if you know)

[psalacanthea]

Six-Line Sunday

just waiting for the painkillers to kick in, then I should be able to finish this up! here's a little. Dark Urge x Gortash. What can I say? I love my cheering section <3 <3

Belladonna made a small sound of disgust, but stifled back the anger.  Not again.  She needed him alive.  “I am leaving.”

“So you're declining dinner, then?”  Gortash's voice was so casual it confused her. He set his tea cup down on the blood-spattered table with a small clack.

“Why would I eat dinner with you after the indignity I have suffered at your hands today?!”  Throwing up her hands in utter bewilderment, she finally turned to face him.  The sheer gall!  “You insult me. You lie to me, telling me this was a vital execution only I could handle.  I am the flesh of a God, not your attack dog!  Handle your own petty problems!”

His calm expression disappeared, and with a tilt of his head a tinge of bewilderment crept into his voice.  “Indig–”  Cutting off abruptly, the confusion on his face faded.  He smiled, but she kept her face absolutely blank.  “Firstly, my 'petty problems' are vital to my portion of our developing plan. Secondly, I asked you to join me because I thought you might enjoy yourself.”

Enjoy– did he think she was some whimsical idiot like her sister?!

Highly offended, she drew herself up and squared her shoulders, staring him in the eye.  “I do not enjoy myself.  Frivolity is the sign of an undisciplined mind.”

[triumphingmybest]

Everyone’s Tavs are beautiful!!

The Tavs above:

Left: Hemlock (they/them) - Dragonborn Circle of Spores Druid - In a throuple with Shadowheart and Halsin

Top Center: Jaelle (she/her) (My besties Tav!) - Githyanki Monk - Githyanki parents of one (1) egg with Lae’zel

Top Right: Belladonna (she/her) - Evil Durge - High Elf Assassin Rogue - Using Astarion for his vampirism, banging anything that moves

Bottom Right: Ashe (she/her) - Resist Durge - Wood Elf Wild Magic Sorcerer - Astarion

Not Pictured: Songbird (she/her) (Real Name: Rowan) (No, all of mine were not intentionally plants/trees but here we are) - Human College of Lore Bard - Astarion (I may have a problem)

Confession: tbh i wanna bang my own tav more than any of the companions

***Reblog and show us your hot Tavs!!! - mod tri 🦕

[daemon-in-my-head]

Because of the belladonna in the flymms household and the antidote in the chest with Gortash's scrap book I'm inclined to believe this has been going on for a while.

The fact that the book is there must mean he's spend some time in his old home. Sally also says he came back at least once. Who knows how much time he really spent there. Its a decade at least between his escape of HoH and the Absolutes plot.

The fact that there's an antidote in that chest leads me to believe that he at least considered that he may need it back home.

Why would he need that though? If he wanted to poison them, he could just not eat. He doesn't have to do the President Snow bit.

But what if Sally has been feeding him poison ever since he was a child? What if he knew there's a chance she'd do it again if he came back? And what if he still glady ate the poison because it was his mother who cooked for him after all. Its the little bit of love that he could get, even if its poisonous and painful. Even if he has to take an antidote afterwards.

Bonus because it was Durge who told him what was going on. Because the tyrant came back and seemed off. Durge has a vast knowledge about poisons, so what if they told him Sally might be poisoning him? What if he came back to confirm what Durge said after they were gone? What if his breaking point wasn't the loss of Durge or the abuse of his parents, but instead finding out that everything had changed, yet nothing at all? That he was completely alone again? What if this was how love ruined him truly?

[psalacanthea]

pretty in all lighting <3 updated her look a little.

[psalacanthea]

To Conquer Death

Dark Urge (female, tiefling) x Enver Gortash, 15,000 words. First time sex, Banite/Bhaalist dynamics&conflict (attempted domination vs attempted murder). Dark humor. Full fic found HERE ON AO3. Support appreciated <3

cw: non-consensual spite voyeurism, explicit sex, misogynistic language and attitude (durge being a hater), flippant mentions of slavery and rape (gort being a bastard), mentioned child abuse, and attempted cannibalism

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“Not of it, my dearest Belladonna.  Of what it is.  That ring is worth more than this entire house!”  He sounded quite self-satisfied.  Gloating was one of Enver’s biggest vices, she’d learned.  It didn’t bother her to be his audience for a bit of smugness, as she was quite often when he was feeling self-important.

“I don’t see the point in jewelry or garish clothing.”

“I know.  It’s a pity, it makes you difficult to bribe.  How much longer will the spell last?”

“It wore off some time ago, she’s only sleeping now.  It seems she’s unused to…mild activity.”  Thoughtfully she tilted her head as he straightened up and turned to face her.  Hmmh. 

“You’re very rude tonight.”  His voice was utterly neutral, rather than offended.  With a small flourish, Enver gestured to his hair.  “Acceptable?”

Not particularly.

She still wanted to put her heel on his throat and forcibly shave his head.

“As acceptable as it ever is.  Do you– do ordinary people’s standards make the decoration of the form more important than the form itself?”

Enver paused halfway to her, glanced to his discarded clothes, and then sighed and moved for them, not answering her.  “Cast the spell again, please, to cover my departure.  How long will it last?”

“Perhaps ten minutes?”  

“It will have to do.  Please.”

She did as he asked, which took only a very brief casting, the divine magic of her blood singing in her veins.  It always felt so wasteful to perform small spells.  Why should the power of a god be used for things that could be done by hands?  But this was different.

Enver’s methods were not like hers, and she shouldn’t ruin his plans by murdering his mark.  Even if it wouldn’t be much of a loss.  Staring the woman in the face as she chanted softly, a faint purplish glow surrounded them, lighting up her face.  Definitely inferior.

Once Wisteria was in an induced slumber once more, she rose from her crouch next to the bed.

“Isn’t it rude for you to simply leave?”

“Will you leave if I don’t?” he asked, glancing at her.  Shaking his head, he went back to gathering up his clothing, bending over to pick something up…like a servant.  How undignified.  Didn’t he have a butler for such things?

Belladonna crossed back and set the ring down on the table next to her water.  “You never asked me to go.  I will depart, then.”

“Go down to the carriage, I’ll meet you there in a moment.”

Why would he do that?  “I said I would leave, there is no need for you to depart.  You should sleep.”

Enver stepped behind a panel to dress, which always confused her.  He even did it when he thought no one was in the room.  “I’m not being put-upon, dear Belladonna, I hadn’t planned to stay.  And no, on your earlier question of decoration being more important than appearance.  You can dress a pig in gold and silk, but that doesn’t mean you can take it to a dinner party.” He chuckled faintly to himself, relishing his own joke.

Belladonna was less amused.  “But you’ll fuck a pig.”

There was a pause, and then a very poorly stifled laugh.  “Well, my disturbingly blunt friend, that’s where the money and power comes into play.  You truly find her that ugly?”

“Find?  No.  I didn’t have to search at all– haven’t you seen her face?”

“Yes, and it didn’t offend me.  Perhaps your standards are too high.”

“Her features are asymmetrical and too large.  Her jaw is weak.  Her lips are too thin.  Those are not standards, those are observations.  Truths.”

“Gods you’re brutal.  And here I was beginning to come to terms with the fact that you decided to spy on me during sex.”

Belladonna wasn’t certain why he called her ‘brutal’, she hadn’t even mentioned the flat chest and utter lack of muscles.  “I was merely being truthful.”

“And I enjoy that about you.  Alas…” He appeared again, adjusting his coat.  “We need to be going.  Am I now allowed to be in your presence, or will you be disappearing?”

“Are you going to bathe?”

“Be careful, you’re beginning to sound jealous.”