#durge fanart

[bl3ss3dbyt1amat]

durge as a feral cat is one of my favorite things

im actually! dead now! this took me AGES

[darkurgetrash]

BOOP 💀🩸🐾

[space-blue]

BG3 Fic Feb Comic Edition, Day 23 :

A day in Durge's childhood : Meeting Orin the Red

The very moment she decided she would stab him in the back one day!

[denebrye]

*confused in wild magic*

[peccanink]

Durge🦎🔪

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (17) - I Feel Like I'm Leaving Myself Behind

HIATUS WHO??? I CAN'T STOP WRITING!!

Guys- there's no way I'm maintaining a 4-week delay- so here's Chapter 17 early!!! Please see this GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL ART THAT @bby-bel-art MY BELOVED MADE FOR THE END OF THE LAST CHAPTER +CLOTHES!

I love love love you, Bel 💕 You've been such an inspiration as I've been writing these past 2 months, and the title song for this chapter is dedicated to you and the amazing playlist you've made for Ofelia- all the songs are amazing and they'll be making little appearances in the fic in the form of links and chapter titles. 🫂

So! Heavy last chapter, huh? Anyway... here's some more heaviness and angst. We're not quite out of the woods yet. 😗🫶 Screenshots below plus a silly one!

Snippet from the chapter under the cut!

Summary: The morning after the tiefling party is finally here. Ofelia stumbles through the next two days trying to ignore everything that's happened and all the feelings that refuse to be dismissed. Emptiness, gore, and comfort from the companions she's made along the way spin around and around in her head as she wonders whether or not the creche will be their salvation and, the end of her journey... anything to get away from him.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Durge

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore. Canon-typical romance scenes and smut. (tags updated in AO3)

Word Count: 10,586

AO3

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+ "He said no pickles"

✧˖Tag List: @khywren @allymcfee @pinkberrytea @beewilko

Songs:

It’s like a chilled breeze, brushing against the back of her neck to leave goosebumps in its wake. All her muscles knit together until sinew becomes so taut that she feels like everything is about to fall apart. Dread, like sharp claws, sinks into her chest, and with every bit of willpower she can muster she turns and makes for a different room. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere she can force it all back down.

Nothing to fix. Nothing to fix. Nothing to fix.

“I can’t… do this right now…” She whispers to herself, hands madly clutching at each elbow to stave off the impending weight trying to crush down on her.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

He is not worth the breakdown. He is not worth the tears. He’s not worth falling apart for.

“This is your fault, remember? You went out there... like he said. It’s your fault.” She spits the words out like broken teeth, feeling the pounding in her head begin to recede. Eyes squinted shut, she repeats the motions, breathing in and out as evenly as possible. The roar beating like a drum in time with her heart demands a remedy, but she’s not ready… not sure she’ll ever be ready…

She swallows it, covers it up until all that’s left is the bleed. The cuts in her lips, the ache that throbs from marrow to fingertip. Until all that's left is the creaking of wood and the rustle of leaves outside the broken window to her right.

Her eyes drift open slowly, focusing on broken plates and cutlery strewn about the floor. Pools of candle wax litter the tables and floors, and water covers the ground like a mirror. She peers down into her reflection, not recognizing the dark eyes that stare back…

Where had all the light gone?

She sighs and turns, startled to find her private moment trodden upon.

“What’s he done to you?”

[lorithescrump]

Featuring Astarion and Cadaver (my Dark Urge character)

[calqmity]

⚠️cw: blood, intestines

"As he joins your side, your mind dances with thoughts of a perfect, pretty corpse."

[milkymittens]

care to share with the class, astarion?

my durge Malvolio may be a bastard but he’s always excited to hear Astarion yap

by the way, i have commissions open!!! see this post to request a commission. slots are open and I will draw pretty much any character!

[artistcarcass]

They’re a work in progress

Edit: I just realized I spelt resisted wrong but fuck it we ball

[bg3-brainwormed]

Super quick sketch of a Durge design I’m considering for a fic. Colors largely meaningless, I just have a SystemTM for sketching.

+Reference where they look SO puppy dog eyed

[kalindraancunin]

Switching to @jshimshon-art inktober list,

Day one: my durge Elwayne :-)

[darkurgetrash]

I was reminded today of that one Steven Universe meme and…

[cyberpawspace-blog]

Durgetash has consumed my everythought

[denebrye]

"Could this be how every day begins?"

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- First Light, Hozier

[strangeite]

OC-tober Day 2: New OC

Newest OC is my resist!Durge... Dirge. I like to think that "Durge" is an in-universe nickname so they were riffing on that, and claiming themself as the dirge to the world. After the Alfira incident, they rename themself Lament. Prior to the Alfira incident, they are convinced that they were a doctor in their previous life, maybe a mortician. That must be why they know so much about anatomy and have such an interest in bodies! Definitely no other explanation!!

They start as a death soul sorcerer (mod on nexus!), but after Alfira they become a paladin of Ilmater.