thornedlamb

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Companion Dark Urge from Baldur's Gate 3

A study in...

ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ; ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ; ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴠs ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ; ᴄᴜʟᴛ ɪɴᴅᴏᴄᴛʀɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ; ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴠs ᴄʜᴀᴏs ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴀʟ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ; ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ; ᴄʜᴀʀɪsᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ; ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ; canon relevant triggering concepts, abuse of nearly every kind(towards him, formerly), death, gore, durge and bhaalcest etc.

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Verses.

Focusing on non BG3 Plots for now. AUs inside the world off DnD.

MODERN FAERUN [ ic ; hc ; aes ; starter ] || THE DARK URGE [ ic ; starter ] || BLOODY GATE [ ic ; hc ; starter ]

travelling with: @arcanabis @tamedstray @demonwebs @adorectrine

(these are mostly lovely friends I plot with a lot and want to give a small shoutout! Not Mains or exclusives <3)

Blogroll:

- high activity: @ruivine @thornedlamb

- low activity: @musezieren @reignofdread @arcanetempest @sourccndy

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Like for a starter, will be no BG3 amnesia plot

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Am more on @kitchenhymns for now... BUT I will, as soon as I have time, rewrite some things. and focus on DnD, on pre-bg3 and find new plots etc. I am just really, really tired of the bg3 plot.

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Thinking about how to rework this blog a bit... As I am burned out on BG3 esp Act 1 centric things sofjg

Am on @kitchenhymns a bit more currently

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commission drawn by thhe lovely Matchacchi on vgen

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Fear

Sirius doesn’t fear big, strong creatures or people. Violence doesn’t scare him - he might even find it amusing, or attractive. Gnolls? Sometimes cute. Kar’niss? Definitely hot. You can’t scare him with force - he might just be into that. Or he’s already been through worse, so he’ll simply challenge you.

What he does fear, or at least respect, are those who can look into his head. Raphael hinting he knows more, same with Ketheric, Orin, Gortash - that’s what gets under his skin.

It’s even worse in verses without amnesia. In BG3, there’s at least curiosity mixed in: what exactly do they know? But in his other verses, it scares him, because all the violence, all the confidence, all the evil - it’s really just armor around something broken and horrified. And anyone who can see that? Either has to die... or be turned into a friend.

So when fear hits him, it’s usually fight or Friend. Almost never flight or freeze.

The only exception is his father. With Bhaal, it’s flop and freeze, because there, Sirius knows nothing he does will matter.

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The Bloody Gate && The Dark Urge

Both verses are very similar, the only difference really is how he is portrayed to the public. In his general Dark urge verse - the basis for BG3 plots - he is mostly unknown, unless people are already walking around the darkest part of Baldur's Gate, or maybe they know him as nothing but an excellent servant/butler who served at many great houses. While in the Bloody Gate verse he acts in public as the high priest of Bhaal. A cult trying to turn a leaf, to go from chaotic evil to chaotic neutral. A silver tongue, gentle and sweet to the public. A healer. Murder more done by his orders, him going out to kill is more rare but always a sight to behold. There is no crown of Karsus, but possible some other trinkets of similar meaning. This verse focuses mostly on death cult politics, political intrigue, spreading influence etc.

Now, to my wishes in these verses...

political intrigue

going against his father without amnesia - redemption - becoming a God himself - some other way

getting to know him in his roles, to later find out who he truly is (always fun)

arranged marriage???

commentary on class wars and classism and that some revolutions can not be done peacefully?

going actually a bit au and making ALL gods more morally grey???

fight tyranny with tyranny?

Alternate Universes

I have a modern Toril verse I'd love to explore more

personal AUs we plotted and we can go all world building and I can throw him into more roles and positions OuO

crossovers!?! Isekai-esque plots?

REGRESSION AU. OH I love those so MUCH! One character has seen the BAD end... and now is set back a few years and can try to fix things, or make them worse?

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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[thornedlamb]

Like for a starter from his no amnesia no elder brain (yet) verses

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When u have some plot idea but ur current main muse doesn't match the vibe 😭

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@relentlessgrief liked for a starter

In the center of the small temple - carved from black marble, adorned with crimson jewels and stone - the heir of Bhaal looked at once out of place, and yet also the unquestioned ruler of it all.

Rising slowly from his kneeling position before the altar, he turned. He was about to announce that the temple was ready for guests the next day again, but the words caught in his throat as he fully faced the hall. Aquamarine fire burned in his eyes as they widened, his body stumbling backward.

Few things ever horrified him. He was horror itself, dressed in white, draped in beauty.

But there was one thing he feared: his father.

And so, seeing a towering skeleton standing there in Bhaal’s temple made his thoughts leap to the worst conclusion.

His hand gripped the edge of the altar behind him. No... it couldn’t be Bhaal. He would feel it if it were. His blood would boil over, the marrow itself would scream. This presence was powerful, but it was not that.

He swallowed, forcing his racing heart back into its cage.

"I... I must confess... our humble temple welcomes diverse guests, but none like you before..." The mask of the gentle priest slipped back over his features, though there was no script for this scene. And so, for once, the mask fit poorly.

Why was a lich standing here, in his temple?

He drew his hands together, folding them as though in prayer, the picture of piety. His voice dropped into a calm, gentle sound, masking the spark of unease in his chest.

"How may I be of help?"

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@fellbless liked for a starter

The Gate hummed with life, even in the depths of night - perhaps even more so than in the day. Those who feared the light came out to play: the whores, the thieves, the merchants who dealt in forbidden wares. Guards who were paid well to look away. Even a few musicians lingering in the streets.

And in the middle of it all walked death. It always did, and all knew it. The Gate was never a safe place; if he wasn’t here, someone else would be, ready to take a life.

Tonight, though, most were safe. His blade was already satisfied from a delicious kill the night before. Now he wore the guise of a servant after working hours—an easy role to slip into. Leaning against a market stall as a middle-aged woman stocked it for the coming day, he listened as she passed along the city’s gossip.

Apparently, his most recent murder was already circling through the streets. Yet, according to her, no one mourned the man. He had been despised by most of the market, a brute demanding protection money. His greatest mistake, of course, had been failing to share that coin with Bhaal’s temple. So Sirius had slit his throat, placed a single gold piece in the wound, and taken everything else. Sometimes doing "good" felt almost pleasant. Of course, the man’s wife wept, but more for the stolen money than the corpse.

He nodded along, smiling where he needed to, feigning concern where he must, even helping with the heavier crates. In a few hours the market would stir to life, the fishmongers beginning even earlier.

And then, mid-conversation, his eyes caught a stranger. New faces weren’t rare at the night market; but rarely did newcomers skulk in the shadows. Night was the charlatans’ hour; they boldly strode proudly in the open.

Bidding the market woman farewell, he accepted a red apple she pushed into his hand, tossing it lazily up and down as he made his way down the street. His eyes slid confidently past the rogue, his path clear... until shoulders met, a perfect, timed collision. The apple tumbled from his hand, rolling across the cobblestones.

"Oh! Oh no...! I apologize...!" The words spilled quickly, a practiced apology, eyes widened in surprise.

But up close, his flame-bright eyes flickered, burning hotter. The stranger was pretty... yes. But also something more - divinity clinging to them like a stench, and not of the usual gods. A dangerous presence, hunting in his domain. For what, though?

"Did I hurt you?"

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📖🐶

How are they in a relationship?

Q: 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner?

No amnesia Sirius being very confused about this question... what else is there? Killing maybe? Redemption sirius will answer that he loves trying new things. Maybe cooking a new dish, trying a new hobby. Visiting some new play together. He lost most of his life, there are so many things he wants to try. And in the evening... bubble bath and candles.

🐶Are they a cuddler?

DUrge: NO. [Yes.] You need to get him entirely spent and a bit out of his mind to have him stay for cuddles and possibly aftercare. Redemption!Sirius totally is. Also lots of PDA, he is a very snuggly cat that would love to just cuddle and get pampered all day with breaks for food and sex.

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My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

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Sirius gets one wish! What's he wishing for?

Death. Rest. Silence.

Since I’ve already written about that, I’ll write about another wish.

Probably a genuine connection before his amnesia. It doesn’t matter in what form. The only way he ever knew how to connect with someone was by digging into their chest and psyche That’s what he seeks with every murder: for a fleeting moment, he feels connected to the person.

Part of him thinks he found that in Enver, but both of them were too guarded to ever truly know one another. Just broken pieces cutting each other apart.

After his amnesia, though, his wish shifts. He wants to be a person. He doesn’t feel like one. Not like an individual. Subconsciously, he still feels like a puppet, created for duty: without hopes, without dreams, with no joys beyond death and murder.

So, as silly as it might seem, him trying to find a hobby is actually an important quest. He just wants to be someone instead of something. :,)

Of course, he’d never be open about that, not until much later. If asked, he’d probably make a ridiculous wish just to cover up the vulnerability behind the real one.

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when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

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ada limón, lucky wreck

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