postboxrose 🌧️ team tragedy

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Cropped screenshot from a Discord message, one photo and some text on a black background. First is a cropped close-up of the face of the lamb in the previous post. Underneath it is a second message reading "Sooooo desperate for Enver to just be a good boy".

Photo of a small ceramic statue of a lounging black lamb, about 10cm long. It's placed on a freshly-cleaned glass paints palette, which is the only tidy area in my office currently. I would die for her.

an illustration of Bodille (named dark urge, bg3) and Enver Gortash, standing embraced in an abstract expanse of fleshy patterns. He is holding the back of her head with one hand, and with the other is grabbing her wrist, as she hovers the blade of Stillmaker behind his head, preparing to stab his back. His expression is content, while hers is tormented, or concerned, or fearful. Around them is a frame built of nightshades, nightshade berries, worms and maggots. Beneath the illustration is the following excerpt, describing a fragment of a dream-conversation between Bodille and Bhaal:
"When I succeed," YES, "when it happens," AS IT WILL, "and all life dies in Your name, and so do I," YOU DO. YOU WILL. YOU HAVE. "Father, may I ask," TO NOT RETURN TO ME. "An afterlife, unholy Father." YOU ARE MY FLESH. YOUR LIFE IS MINE, AS IS THE AFTER. "Will you consume me, then? So that I should stop existing?" WHAT ELSE IS THERE, BUT TO EXIST WITHIN ME, DAUGHTER, and she does not think, for He is inside her head and He would see it, she does not think, nor want, nor want, nor want, "that I may serve you, Father, as myself. Beyond this life, as I do now. That I may survive beyond my death and serve you." AND GO ASTRAY, AND WANDER BETWEEN MY DOMAIN AND OTHERS. I KNOW THE WAYS YOU SERVE. He is not scolding but her mouth seals shut. ALL GODS WILL STARVE, CHILD, AND ALL THEIR REALMS, AND ALL THEIR CHOSEN. WHEN YOU SUCCEED I WILL BE PROUD AND SO I WILL REWARD YOU, AND STARVE THE BLACK HAND FIRST.

halfbody illustration of Shri'iia, a beautiful drow paladin wearing her camp clothes. she has short wavy white hair, white eyelashes, no eyebrows and eye makeup that arches up into her forehead. Her eyes are closed and she's covered in silver-studded blue butterflies.

cropped photo of lines 611-615 of the poem section of Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov:

And, from the outside, bits of colored light Reaching his bed like dark hands from the past Offering gems; and death is coming fast.
He suffocates and conjures in two tongues
The nebulae dilating in his lungs.

screenshot of two artfight team tragedy OCs: Bodille (named dark urge from bg3) and Luella Lavellan (named inquisitor from dragon age)

WIP screenshot of a very rough sketch in procreate. two figures are standing together leaning towards each other: enver gortash bent down like a croissant, and bodille (named dark urge) looking all the way up, and approximately at the height of his shoulders. she's also wearing insanely high heels.
over the sketch are doodled small notes. one points to enver ("normal height"), another points to bodille ("not normal height") while the third annotates the length of her heel ("girl wtf")

Artfight asset-card for team Tragedy, holding the following information:
User: postboxrose (that's me!)
I attack: few, but with BLOODLUST (edgy)
I do: friendly fire, revenge (i hope i hope)
Featured characters: icon of Bodille, icon of Luella, three empty slots
Characters I have: human-question-mark, everything else crossed out, then "Other: Elfs" with a drawn heart

marketing photo of a body spray ”juicy cherry and pineapple”, titled in all-caps HEART BREAK AT THE GAS STATION

Screenshot from AO3 with the following information:

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
Relationship: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash
Characters: The Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Enver Gortash, Unnamed Black Gauntlet
Additional Tags: Bad BDSM Etiquette, Pre-Game: Baldur's Gate 3, Violent Thoughts, Inappropriate Use of Detect Thoughts Spell (Dungeons & Dragons), Inappropriate Use of Hold Person Spell (Dungeons & Dragons), Consensual Non-Consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Trust Issues, Somnophilia, Predator/Prey, (if you squint), to quote my beloved friend "the consent is on a carousel ride", Named Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, (which is separate from the other tag for a reason)
Language: English
Series: Part 5 of perfect understanding (aka bodilletash)

Title: and the grape-blood of emperors Author: postboxrose
Summary:
Sometimes trust has to be taken by force.

Screenshot-snippet from AO3: "Orin's duel is entirely as expected – her hiss and useless flourish, and her screech at Bodille's taunts – and the deafened silence of her mouth held shut, her body kept frozen in its motion by the simplest of holding spells. The simplest rule – a spawn of Bhaal should have known it all along, yet Bodille sees she must repeat it for the spawnling – always finish the job. The underline of its importance spans from ear to ear and sprays her with the hot blood of her kin; she wipes her mouth before she can taste it, spent of generosity and breathless in hatred. Father welcomes her with open arms and his embrace is her crawling into a fresh-carved carcass: warm, liquid, familiar. The blood-vessels of the world expand around her, throbbing to be cut."

zoomed-in wip screenshot of bodille looking to the side, her makeup smudged and runny

image of a white borzoi (russian wolfhound) over a green grass field. it's watermarked by shutterstock, and just taken off of a google image search.

an illustration of bodille (named dark urge) with palms pressed to her cheeks, eyes wide and smiling as blood is smeared over her mouth and running down her chest. it does not appear to be hers.

Screenshot of AO3, a work titled “playwright” by user “postboxrose” with the following summary: “Were her selfhood a picking of peaches, he would have carefully undone the wicker of her basket, to watch her spill and bruise.

Bodille considers their first meeting.”.

partially rendered black-and-white painting of solas (dragon age) kneeling before luella lavellan (inquisitor, dragon age). both of them are wistful/morose, luella’s eyes are lowered or entirely closed. throughout the composition is a floating ribbon, which passes between the blades of a pair of scissors in her hand. solas is resting his hand on the blade of the scissors, as if to keep them from closing. his other hand is holding her cheek. behind them in the composition are two eluvians (in the final version they would have been three). in the foreground is the lyrium dagger before him, and before her is a book with fluttering pages, and two halves of what would have been an “elven stone”, stone of communication.

Illustration of Bodille (named Dark Urge) and Enver Gortash from Baldur’s Gate 3. She is grabbing his face with one hand, his hair in the fist of the other, and her mouth is open – as if to bite, or to gasp after a kiss. His hands are hovering around her, one of them in a fist so tight the sharp nails of the gauntlet dig into his palm. His nose is bleeding and smeared over his face, and the blood is smeared over Bodille’s mouth.

a screenshot of three consecutive messages sent in tumblr chat. they read as follows: (1)”have no idea what the media actually is but i relate so hard”, (2)”i have four female ocs and all of them are varying degrees of cannibal too”, (3)”luella is the only one who isnt a literal cannibal and she ends the world on purpose”

an illustration of enver gortash and bodille (named durge). she is sitting on the piano and he is hovering over her, guiding her hands. both are in a state of undress. over the image is a collage, a forget-me-not flower over open embroidery scissors, tied with a fraying red ribbon.

WIP screenshot of a larger illustration, zoomed into the partially rendered head of Bodille (named dark urge). She is a pale, pinkish-blonde half-elven woman with a scar running diagonally across her face and slicing across her neck. Her lips are a dark tone and marked with black spike markings, giving her an almost skull-like look.

further developed WIP sketch of the same work as the previous post. Bodille (named dark urge), wearing some kind of a short underdress, has her hands on the piano while gortash hovers over her, his hands resting over hers. collaged-on beside them is a forget-me-not flower, snipped by stork-scissors.

Snippet from Ellipsus: “The fact is, truth is made of supple matter. When you are observed by gods, truth's very molecular structure reflects it: the space between its particles inflated, it becomes a gaseous thing – difficult to pin into solid form or grasp for an accusation, and keen to settle in the quiet pauses between words and written lines. For two Chosen, truth lives in the imagination of an agreement, a perfect understanding, and it is never spoken. It's a set of boundaries sketched out in shadow, and the set of plans to cross them – every which way and every day and then again. Their relationship was always defined by its lack of definition; every acceptance and every rejection was the product of a complex calculation by machinery neither of them had the means to understand within the other. The truth is, he doesn't know truth from hope or imagination.”

Screenshot from AO3: “In her church, undue ambition is often recognised for its futility only when its subject finds their body grounded, bleeding out. Failure is one's reflection in the hot-spurting pools of one's own insides; it is not a threshold one can reach and turn from – death's door swings wide open, then seals itself well-shut. For Bhaal's chosen, failure is a final thing – and Bodille has failed, and bled, and now another guards her altar.”

drawing of bodille (dark urge) curled up on the ground, hugging her knees. her hair is pooling around her. hovering behind her back are ten crossbow bolts matching the crossbow of enver gortash, with bloodied tips. the composition loosely references rider waite-smith's ten of swords, though a notable difference is the arrows are not touching her, merely threatening to.

overexposed sketch of bodille, a named dark urge half-elf. hanging from her neck, bound inside a necklace pendant, is the lash of bhaal netherstone.

zoom-in of bodilles face. you can see her FRECKLESSSS (and gortash' hairy chest)

An illustration of Bodille (dark urge OC) and Enver Gortash from Baldurs Gate 3. Both are facing towards the viewer, B standing in front of E. He has one hand around her throat, displaying his netherstone, while another hand is holding a bitten red apple. Bodille is resting one hand on the arm which holds her, and another on her dress. Her netherstone is held not within the canon dagger, but inside a long necklace worn around her neck. The background is abstract shapes and the silhouette of a thistle plant, with some motifs puzzled together within the empty space beside the subject: a detailed illustration of stillbringer, the dark urge’s second canon dagger, as well as a simplified set of apples in various stages of consumption, one of which contains a worm. Beside the subject is also the following text: “where begins the selfbite of saints submerged and succumbed and suffused with the sticky and syrupy dreadful reflection which tints all hues to their warmest highs and splits presence into the ripest solitude of the low seed of the lowest and plucks thorns out of lashes and the gasps within their fists and from the mouth of the worm to the knot of the snake to the rust of the house to the heat of the last parched biteful of the humid earth to the dust of dead clutches and their charcoaled prayers for sins and rot and the rot and the rot and the rot shall rise and herald and bless by benevolent favour while the strangling fruit anoints with its spilled sugar the skin of the famished so that it should be crushed between teeth and with nails and on tongues and by throats within brass and thus shall it nourish the incomprehensible divine to its bursting beginning of end in all quickening gentle and baneful fatality”

a wip closeup of a larger illustration. what is visible is the body of bodille, below the waist and above the knee. around her exposed bare thigh is a metal snake with gemstone eyes. over her other thigh she’s resting her hand, with short yet dirty fingernails.

a vertical screenshot of procreate, showing a more progressed version of the wip from the previous post!

procreate screenshot. within it are partial renders of enver gortash (baldurs gate) and bodille (named dark urge, baldurs gate). in this wip bodille’s hair is quite pink. gortash is holding her neck with one hand while another holds a red apple. bodille has one of her hands resting on enver’s arm.

An illustration of Solas (Dragon age) holding the slack body of Luella Lavellan (inquisitor, dragon age). He is cradling her head and holding by her waist, and she is hanging seemingly lifeless, but for her left hand, which is reaching for his face. In her palm, the anchor is red. Surrounding them is a frame of bright red ribbon, and above it is the text “In lone splendour hung aloft the night”, a fragment of a line from Keats’ “Bright star”.

photo of a hotel room tv. on the screen is a netflix film, paused so that the title will show: longlegs

$Ellipsus screenshot. Content: "The horror comes much later: there is an understanding, somewhere deep within his ribcage, and a crack like the adjustment of a broken bone in place. When the limb has grown around the fracture and learnt to serve its uses, when the skin has closed and flesh—entombed the crooked break, then healing bears the cloak of self-destruction. Could someone in their place have done this better?—it mattered not, for it was he, and she. If this story ever started, then it ended thus. A scream escapes him. Like a fracture healing, forgiveness costs the more for its delay."$