#desires ― the dark urge.

[darktraumabomba2]

The light in the dark.

[insummerigrieve]

Behind Convent Walls (1978), Walerian Borowczyk

[maegalkarven]

Also there're so many reasons why durge might want to deny Bhaal, aside from general "killing is bad, the god of murder is bad."

Orin betrayed them and it was somewhat from silent approval of Bhaal, so "god betrayed me first" kind of narrative. A desire to get revenge, on Orin AND on Bhaal.

A desire to live. Durge's fate, Durge's Destiny is to literally kill everyone and then themselves. What if they want to live? What if desire to live is stronger than desire to kill?

Alternatively, what if there's someone they don't want to kill? A single person for Durge to care about, a single person they would want to save instead of bloodying father's altar with their blood. A single connection like that is all what it would take.

A desire to break free. Durge can be completely okay with murders, loving murdering people even, reveling in violence. But they're their father's puppet and they could want to break free of it, to have their own will, to have only their voice in their head. To be a master of themselves with no one to kneel to.

The "I'm better than my father" kind of mindset. Durge is made of a flesh of a god, in a sense they ARE god. Bhaal was mortal once. Why would Durge listen to him when they can attempt to overthrow him, to become a new god?

Being compelled to other side. It's not unknown for gods to steal each other's followers/chosen ones. Look at Ketheric, look at Shadowheart. Myrkul is recently chosen-less after the Moonrise Towers. Bane would love to fuck with Bhaal like that. Shar is there. Good gods who would try to redeem Durge or use them against their own father are there. It would be a delightful power move from Selune to offer Durge assistance/ an alliance against Bhaal.

Idk, I just love how multidimensional the defiance of Bhaal can be. I have a lil army of Durges exactly because I can mold them into such different people

[knightingale-errant]

my dark urge oc and astarion have truly been the most chaotic of duos

[theeroticlover]

Hey TheEroticLover

I Have a Question....

Is it normal to be Hyper sexual 24/7 even when we don't have a partner?

Hey Stranger !!

Having a partner or not has nothing to do with arousal or getting the urge, that's how we humans are made, our bodies have it's needs....

For example if am doing something and if I notice ....

There are chances of me being distracted, mhmmm....

And my mind might go on an overdrive, desiring and craving things my mind feels exciting that would ultimately satisfy my body's urge...

[amygdalae]

made a new baldurgate...their name is Briar. seldarine drow. spore druid

[minweber]

Me, with two different Tavs, mocking Orin with the fact that Bhaal and Sarevok don't care about her and have both betrayed her: ha-ha, get fucked lobster woman, shouldn't have done all the murders

Me, with Durge, after practically no new information about her character has been added, but Durge's story has reframed her as the unwanted child, the always-second-best, looked down upon and despised by everyone whose approval she desperately sought her entire life because they created her to do so, while the framing of two of them as siblings creates the implication that they are of the same foundation, coming from the same place and following the same course up until the point when, through what was essentially a random chance, one that she never got, one of them was thrust upon a path to possible freedom and redemption - a path that inevitably leads them to crushing her as the very entities that set those fates in motion cheer on: oh.

[lustyargonianmaid]

lamb <3

[chocolatecatcupcakecheese]

Why does he sound like he is proposing marriage to Durge?

If you want to join me in brainrotting over Gortash, you can find me on my bestie's Baldur’s Gate 3 discord server, Baldur's Taint.

[blackjackkent]

Narrator: For the first time in over a century, silence falls over the Bhaal temple. No chants, no screams, no prayers. In the end, your own death brought you more joy than any you wrought on this land.

Narrator: But your journey is not over...

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"Rakha!"

As Rakha's body collapses, bloodsoaked and limp, to the stone floor, the cavernous temple of Bhaal goes silent. Wyll does not see what happens to the Death's Heads or the other acolytes. Perhaps they melt into the shadows. Perhaps they are swallowed up by Bhaal's great bloody maw. He doesn't know. He doesn't care.

Rakha is dead.

He collapses to his knees at her side, feeling desperately for the pulse he already knows he won't find. "Rakha! Rakha! Wake up. Wake up... please..."

The tears start to flow and he doesn't try to stanch them. They drip off his face and onto Rakha's bloodsoaked skin, drawing messy lines in the splatters of red. And he gathers her into his arms and holds her, pulling her tightly to his chest and rocking gently side to side.

It isn't fair, he thinks brokenly. It's not fair... it's not fair...

He followed her through so much, learning to love her, letting her learn to love him... and in the wake of his father's death - of his choice to let his father die - he has been comforted by the knowledge that he had her, that they had each other.

They were broken and battered by everything they'd been through; he was tortured by duty he could never fulfill and she by the terrible heritage that haunted her... but they had each other. They were going to find out what that meant; he was going to make sure of it. They were going to claw a path out of the future with their bare hands.

And now she's dead.

"Rakha..." he whispers, pressing his face into her closed cropped hair. He can feel the ragged scar of Orin's lobotomy against his lip. "Don't... don't do this... don't let go..."

"Kaincha," Lae'zel mutters. She's standing a foot or so away, covered in the blood that spewed from Rakha as Bhaal reclaimed her heritage. Like Wyll and the others, she was frozen in place while the terrible scene played out, unable to do anything but watch. "Be at peace. You felt her thoughts as I did. It is... what she wished."

Her voice isn't as steady as she clearly wants it to be; it cracks with barely withheld emotion. But her eyes are steady and her jaw set as she stares down at Wyll and Rakha in his arms.

"Yes," Wyll mutters hollowly. He knows what she means, of course. It ripped through all of them (except Jaheira) in the moment of Rakha's death; the tadpole connection lighting up with shared agony and desperate relief, and the single word... Free...(*)

She was free as she died. It counts for so much; he, who has carried Mizora's yoke around his neck for so long, knows that better than almost anyone. "Yes," he agrees again softly. "It is..."

Lae'zel nods. A muscle works in her jaw. "Sha va zai, t'rac'shka..." she murmurs, almost inaudibly, and turns away.

A soft hand touches Wyll's shoulder. Jaheira is standing beside him, looking down at Rakha's unmoving body with sorrow in her expression. "Silvanus guide the light to the source..." she murmurs. "Take this woman to what she justly deserves. By nature's will, what was given is now returned..." A slight pause, then lower, "What was turmoil is now peace..."

Wyll squeezes his eyes shut. He should feel comforted by the prayer, perhaps - but there is no comfort to be had. He feels empty of everything but grief.

"Enough," Minthara cuts in abruptly. Her voice is curt and sharp, grating to Wyll's ears. He looks up and finds her black-on-black eyes peering at him with impatience. "Let us not waste our time with weeping. We have done what we came here to do. Orin is dead." A strange, manic sort of joy flickers across her fingers. "Praise be... that she is dead," she adds in a lower voice, hoarse.

Wyll glares at her. "Is that all you can think of in this moment?" he asks hotly. He pushes up on his knees, bringing Rakha up in his arms with him. "Rakha was your friend--"

"And she made a foolish choice and died for it," Minthara snaps back. "I told her, time and again, not to waste the gift that she was given in her divine blood. It gave her power. It would have allowed her to live. That she chose otherwise is no concern of mine."(**)

Lae'zel's head snaps around and she flares with fury, all her undirected anger suddenly settling on a target. "You dare--"

"I dare much rather than follow the example of one who would throw their life away," Minthara says coldly. "And I will speak of it as the brazen stupidity that it--"

POW.

Minthara's head snaps back and blood sprays from her nose across Minsc's fist as he strikes her. His eyes are wide and full of fire and Boo, sitting on his shoulder, chirrups with agitation. "You will not speak of Rakha so!" he bellows. "Or Minsc shall see to it that you lie beside her! It is a good trick that Bhaal has, of letting all the blood out, and Minsc is no god but perhaps he may do the same!"

Minthara staggers backwards, glaring at him. "Ingrate," she hisses. "You and your rodent know nothing of what I speak. Were we in Menzoberranzan, I would have your head for such--"

"PEACE, both of you!" Jaheira's voice cracks across the room like a whip. The tone of practiced command is irresistible; Wyll, still holding Rakha, goes completely still, Lae'zel snaps to attention, Minsc drops back to Jaheira's side instantly, and Minthara falls silent, her dark eyes like burning coals.

Jaheira relaxes minutely, seeing herself obeyed. "We will not do this," she says curtly. "We will not tear ourselves to shreds in the wake of this... this tragedy. We will be calm - and we will grieve." She shoots Minthara a narrow look. "All of us."

Minthara says nothing, but wipes at the trickle of blood pouring from her nose and nods sullenly.

"And," Jaheira goes on, with a hint of sardonic humor, "we will find out what he is doing here."

She turns and points up the stairs, back the way they came.

Withers is standing there, watching them all with an unreadable, skeletal stare.

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(*) Credit for this idea goes to @amazonprimebox who suggested after my last post that the companions might have been able to feel Rakha's final thoughts through the tadpole. :3

(**) Significant artistic license here. Minthara has not quite reached negative approval with Rakha yet, but she has been steadily disapproving with great consistency all through Act 3 and it seems about time for things to snap, especially in light of how she spoke about Jaheira and the Timeless Body scroll.

[yume-tavriel]

desire

[darktraumabomba2]

[insummerigrieve]

Audition (1999)

[orangechickenpillow]

I need a bg3 mod that lets you make Tav a mime I need to play bg3 as a mime can you see my vision

[seductive-suffering]

Would it be okay if I cracked your brain open and took a solid peak inside?

Would you return the favor by cracking open my spine and taking a look inside me?

I wasn’t ready to open but force your way inside and I’ll choose to do the same.

Can I live in you soul or be a part of your everything?

[peppermynttea]

more edea bc she is eating my brain!!! the real tadpole tbh

also a lil durgestarion bc that is peak and it fuels me