#durge is just basic durge :*

[kiivg]

.”I want more than to fight at your side, or sit around the campfire with you.”.

[beckyblah]

My Durge and new names: at the beginning of the game, when she discovered her true nature, and when she was finally free of her Bhaal’s influence.

Also my Durge is a bard and I thought I was real funny huh

[skiaskai]

(more pages under the cut)

Finally done with this jfjdjfjd been fleshing out Phyx and Cazna outside of bg3 canon lately, Phyx still struggling with his durge (and still rolling terribly otherwise) I have more lore of these two to draw out soon!

[kawareo]

Hi! Please write something with n.9 (in public) with Durgetash OR n.7 (to shut him up) with Ast and Gale (lol perfect combo and you know who to)

Thanks in advance

Post-canon 'Gortash wins' Durgetash au, sfw 312 words

It feels right, Enver reminds himself. He’s done what needed to be done, and he knows his partner will understand, one day.

Their lips feel so right against each other. The Bhaalspawn’s weight straddling his lap is... lighter than what he is used to, but that is okay, it’s just easier for Enver to manhandle him if needed – but it hasn’t been needed in a while. His lover has long since stopped fighting him.

“Again,” Enver sighs, softly, affectionately, his unyielding fist gently pulling Strike’s meticulously braided hair down to where he can kiss him again. It’s alright. It feels right.

“They’re staring,” Strike mutters, before Enver swallows another of his weak complaints. Silly, that he still cares about his friends watching – since Enver got the Brain under his absolute control, Strike’s so called friends haven’t cared much about what they see with their empty, obedient eyes.

Same eyes that stare at him when he looks up at the Bhaalspawn he once called an equal; void of everything but whatever Enver decides to put in them.

“Enver-“ The collar suits him just like Enver suits the throne on which they’re sitting in the moment, alone in a room full of slaves that would die if their lord as much as whispered an order. It feels right, the way it was supposed to be. Him and his Bhaalspawn, on top of the world.

Alone.

It feels right, Enver hopes.

“They stare because I let them,” he says eventually, mind open as always for Strike to reach out to him, whatever piece of him might be left in that fractured brain of his, and like always, Enver is left speaking to a ghost. “... Again,” he repeats.

Strike’s eyes empty even more, and he leans down, wraps his arms around his Master.

His kisses lack the bite they used to have. Enver pulls him closer.

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Ok I know I'm heavily biased here but like I kinda love that Astarion's romance is one of the few in this type of video game where you basically end up canonically unmarried and childfree in his "good" ending? Just travelling the world??

Like it's honestly the millennial dream lmfaoo cannot believe i chose what would undoubtedly be my favorite option, first try

[albaharu]

🔥

Sound on, and go try to recruit Karlach first in some game to see what she has to say about everyone else <3

[avernusreject]

I'm perfectly normal about these two. Idk what your talking about

All I'm saying is I would pay so much money to play through the heist of the crown with these two.

[kittlesandbugs]

34. …to pretend. with Riley x Ricardo or Nox x Minthara or Nox x Gortash (whatever sparks joy) please 👀 (no pressure and right there with you in the writing drought) -wayhavenots

OKAY. I wrote this two weeks ago and immediately hated it, but I reread it and I like it better now aldskfjoasdufj anyway. Writer block hard lol.

BG3: Bold maneuvers Pairing: Nox/Minthara Warnings: Canon-typical psychic manipulation games Word Count: 588 Prompt: Kiss to pretend, for Nox/Minthara. Set uhhhhh some indeterminate time post Bhaalspawn Control ending

“To you,” she says, raising a glass of blood red wine in toast. 

Smiling and inclining your head in a humility you haven't really felt since you took control of the Crown, you raise your own glass. 

“To us,” you echo, the clink echoing in your almost unnaturally quiet chamber. “And those that remain.” A swiftly dwindling number. 

She's watching closely, though she tries not to appear that way. She tries to do many things in small attempts to thwart your Authority, to test the limitless boundaries of your perception. She's forgotten how impossible it is to hide from the Netherbrain, with its spawn in her skull, without the Emperor's meddling powers. You've allowed her to have her little games out of some malingering sentiment. 

But that's made her bolder. It's led to this. A soporific in your wine. A thin blade waiting quietly beneath the pillow next to yours. A plot to finally put an end to your madness, though you can't remember your mind having ever been clearer. 

It's a shame, what you have to do. You'll miss this. Her sharp mind, her cunning wit, her claws leaving fresh marks in your back as she takes you. But you've made the mistake of not taking a sentimental threat seriously once before, and it nearly cost you everything. 

Would it have come to this with Gortash, when your plan's finally reached their inevitable and irreconcilable divide?

You only mime taking the drink, letting it but stain your lips and tongue. It doesn't take more than a little nudge of her tadpole to secure the certainty in her mind that you drank deeply and suspect nothing. 

She smiles, sharp and beautiful and real, her baleful blood red eyes glittering like rubies in the torchlight as she approaches. You smile back much the same, teeth stained just as red. Her hand reaches up to knot in your hair, and you let her pull you down into a kiss. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, tasting the poisoned wine. Her mind practically purrs with satisfaction as she moans softly into the kiss. 

You sway a little as she draws back, letting her think what she wants. She smiles again and gives you a push back towards the bed. 

“I want you,” her lips say. Dead, her mind whispers, but there are no secrets to be had from her worm. 

You let your body stumble back, falling onto the duvet with a soft whumph of air. You slide back towards the headboard, the action so familiar it may as well be instinct. She follows on all fours like a cat stalking its prey until she comes to a rest straddling your hips. 

You feel that familiar warmth stirring in your groin. Settling into the pillow, you exhale a long slow wistful breath at what will no longer be. She mistakes it for exhaustion, and you close your eyes. 

“You seem tired,” she comments softly, cool nimble hands tracing up your scarred abdomen to unknot the lacings of your breast band. 

You hum a noncommittal and feel yourself relax, despite the danger looming over you. It's as fleetingly ephemeral as her desire to see you gored in these sheets will be. 

“I am," you admit just as quietly as she peels the fabric back from your breast, placing a kiss over your heart.

“Then you should rest, ustnor.” 

The dagger slides against the satin sheets as she settles above you. And as the cold blade also kisses your breast, you seize control. 

[truly-sincerely]

My redeemable Gortash take is 100% about fairness. I have an overdeveloped sense of fairness and it seems to me that Durge and Gortash have a roughly equal amount of badness and therefore an equal potential for and right to redemption.

[yeehawitsjakee]

Jaheira being the best character in the entire game, with proof <3

Also this line actually broke my heart, wtf game 😭

[itseghost]

silly but,, i saw a post going around with that passage and well. visiting halsin post epilogue, plenty of room for this joke to happen lmao you're always considered a young man when you're with full elves i guess!!!

[window-on-the-west]

If I ever beat this fucking game I kind of want to make a Durge

[donottouchredbutton]

it has the potential to be really funny that you can choose what class you are playing as the dark urge still bc it’s just like… durge has zero memories of their life before the nautiloid except The Urge so they have no idea what their abilities/powers are which in story can be really entertaining

it’s like “yeah i don’t know who i am but i have this weird urge to kill everything i see and i’m trying to convince my companions i’m Normal, but i think the strangest thing about this is that i just figured out i could turn into a wolf which is pretty cool”

[themaskstayson]

Saw some new mods and had to test thing them by making a new Durge

Mods used

P4 Bangs Bangs Everywhere

More dreadlocs and curly hairstyles Vol.02

Alternate Horns

Neck tattoo

Trips' Accessory Collection

New Character Creation Presets

Armors for TMTS Body 1 (I'm so happy for this tbh)

(TMTS) Transmasc Top Surgery for Body 3 AND Body 1

Cyrus is his name, he uses voice 3, and currently a bard but I might switch it. He was gonna be an embrace the urge for Minthara but idk yet. Gale has recently been on my mind cause of my Wyll playthrough so I didn't unalive Gale. Also Astarion has been saying a lot of new things to this durge which is confusing me why he's acting invested but I only romance vampire boy once so I'm tempted to romance him now.....

[meownotgood]

also while I'm on the topic of being off topic. this is my beloved durge tav moon. her wizard boyfriend sprays her with water when she tries to bite people

[thegreatyin]

I find it funny how 3 out of 4 of your fallen London PC's are based on your older skeleton oc's

yeah it's because i inserted caeru into the FL universe as a half-joke and then by the time i made my light fingers account i was like. oh wouldn't it be really fun if i brought lark back to be caeru's annoying sibling. as a bit. and then greylu's existence in the scoundrelverse spontaneously dawned on me and now a good majority of my FLPCs aren't even original to the FL universe