#bgposting

[pusong-mangga]

FREE my girl orin she couldve carried durge astarion ketheric and gortash's story throughlines on her back if only fantasy writers knew how not to fumble a brilliant gothic drama concept for once

[xanfeursel]

(Guy who knows events are about to transpire) Yoshimo my best friend Yoshimo.

[pusong-mangga]

> want to finish bg3 so i can meet orin properly

> lack of fucks given to her side of the story is disheartening

[pusong-mangga]

bhaalspawn is truly diversity win for the gothic horror incest scene...

[xanfeursel]

[pusong-mangga]

if you want durge orin asks 3, 17 and 24 for whichever durge you like

disclaimer: haven't reached the cult of bhaal yet bc god knows i don't want to be disappointed too soon, so rn i'm writing based on what i've absorbed via osmosis

this is for default dragonborn durge. young orin was a pest in their eyes but they didn't approve of her being dead weight. they took matters into their own hands, bringing her under their wing as a pseudo-daughter figure and mentee. however, their relationship grew strained as she mutated into this bloodthirsty vermin thing, far from what they or their father intended for her to be. they disdain and adore one another equally, but it's only orin who learned to worship someone other than her father.

3. How did Orin go about taking your Durge down? Did she need to trick them? Was Durge blindsided, or did they see her betrayal coming?

easy. they never took her seriously - that was their biggest mistake, knowing it would happen and still deciding it was little threat to them, nothing more than a gnat between their scales. they loved her enough to let her sleep by their side and had built just enough faith in her love in turn to believe she would never truly dispose of them. she knew her place. they nearly believed she'd come to accept it; they never realized the sharpness of her desires would push her to be rid of them for good, and she never came to terms with her own deeper motives for it - that while their sire's approval was just beyond her reach, nonetheless attainable through worship (kin-slaughter), the expectations of her blood-kin would always be fragmented, a mirror reflecting back at her all the ways in which she could have been more and yet was not allowed to be. they don't want to become attainable to her, they don't want her to be more. this wasn't out of any sentiments of mercy or acceptance of her being, but rather because they need her to stay this small wriggling thing nipping harmlessly at their tail - that was when they loved her best. for her to worship them would be to forsake her own devotion to their sire, to be Chosen to them rather than to bhaal. who wouldn't cry blasphemy at that?

17. Did your Durge know Sarevok hoped they’d have children with Orin? How do they feel about that whole situation?

they knew, and they were displeased. mostly because she was a rat, unfit for heirs, unfit for motherhood, unfit for anything except to be molded and disciplined and sheltered. they never desired one another physically but there was still some form of desire present, and visceral physicality was the only expression for intimacy available to those of the cult. they're people of the body, meat-eaters. flesh eats flesh. only she was unfit to be eaten as well. it was a bridge they were planning to cross - or burn - when they got to it; they found excuses not to raise the subject but still kept her close, paradoxically shielding her with their own body, the thing that's supposed to use her.

for her part orin wasn't down for that brood mother shit in the slightest lmfao - on some level she thinks of herself as their daughter and would probably envy her own brats. hyper advanced 5D abortion.

24. How does your Durge feel when they learn that Orin betrayed them and was responsible for their brain damage and tadpoling? Do they consider it a betrayal at all?

mostly just damn was i stupid? also post-reformation durge realizes just how enmeshed they were and how orin probably should have been the one to escape it, not them. they lose sleep about it

thank you sm for the asks! needed an excuse to think about them for a while ^_^ have a little prose snippet of them when orin was younger for good measure, it's halloween:

They wake to the point of their own dagger against their chest.

She is there, of course, her pearly fingers grasping the hilt. She is humming a lullaby, drawing rivers between their scales, charting the course of blood when it spills. She has always been meticulous, yet graceless.

"Cease this," they say to her, a sleep-worn grumble. The foolishness of her dwells in her knife-grip. It's in her form when she perches atop their stomach like a lounging feline, the sprawl of her limbs when their hand lunges for the blade and upsets her balance, sending her tumbling. She is young and foolish and she, like any half-grown changeling, forgets herself.

But she springs up again, a weed in a slow current. "Wouldn't it suit you so, blood-kin—only a few drops?" Her grin is made of bone fragments. She digs her heel into their side, finding a space between the ribs. "I'd make you hateful, all red. Be a terror like a wyrm in its mountain."

"Make a sacrifice of me," they say. Their hand comes away from the metal of their blade with a thin red gash. Held over their face, a droplet meets the tip of their snout. "Is that what you'd like?"

"Better than blank," she spits, wrinkling her nose. "Like thin paper, like little flakes of snow. Icy brute huddled in its cave. Animal gorging on bloodless, frozen flesh! I shall make you glorious. Just let me."

She thirsts for a fight, casts senseless words into the waters in hopes of it. They don't give her the satisfaction; she has no means to fulfill her promises. "Make glory of yourself, child." They roll to their side, banishing her from sight. "We spill blood upon our own altars."

"And whose shall be on mine?"

"Who else but yours?"

She huffs, knowing she has yet to sacrifice on her own merit. For this transgression she may try to scratch them, uselessly, with the claws she has for fingernails. "Wretch."

They feel her kick the small of their back. "Rat."

"I'll paint you with yourself—all while you slumber away, heedless. You'll feel it in your deepest dreams."

To that, they can only laugh. "Sweet dreams."

[xanfeursel]

let's all have custom portraits and not tell minsc

[xanfeursel]

giving gorion one of these shirts