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Sorry for not posting much, Its been a rough week. So take some art of my version of Durge.❤️

Me casually studying parts of my Durge's body so I understand how to draw her scales while also making her look more like a dragonborn(I made these a while ago and Im proud of them so)

My little war criminal...... ✨

WIP of my Durge's armor, dont know how to feel about it at the moment.

My Durge was created so she could rip out specific organs in her body and use them as weapons. I felt like it made sense, considering not only did the god of murder create her, she's considered Bhaal's masterpiece. Every organ in her body functions to make her that much more devastating in battle. She can be an unstoppable force and also an unmovable object. The perfect weapon.

POV: you're running off of 2 hours of sleep that you had yesterday and 1 fish head, and You've just learned your ex wants to meet with your pookie (she asked him to kill himself a month or 2 ago and mfer almost did it)

BG3 DARK URGE ACT 1 SPOILERS

Girl what were YOU doing at the devil’s sacrament??

you can’t escape your father’s blood

I’m a durgestarion shipper, but I don’t want to belittle the importance of Durge’s relationship with Gortash, so it got me thinking and I’ve come to the funniest conclusion.

Gortash was a cuck in a chair.

Listen, Durge has a very difficult relationship with sexuality, violence and love. To be clear, my boi Jaezak is a hyper-sexual person, this is his way to cope with trauma and to unconsciously rebel against lack of body autonomy. All his lovers in pre-tadpole times ended up dead. So when Jaezak started to develop romantic feelings towards Gortash, he yearned and fantasised, but he was terrified at the thought of killing him before his time (ie the time they will rule the world together). Bhaal is a jealous, mad god, you can never be sure when he decides to interfere.

Yearning intensified, Gortash seemed willing to reciprocate and Durge is a freak.

So yeah, somehow they’ve came to this weird form of relationship, in which Durge fucked some poor bastards he had seduced, and Gortash watched and jerked off under cover of an invisibility spell. They had cuddles and kisses though.

Bhaal was even more mad about that fact than he would’ve if they had had ‘traditional’ sex, lol.

I’m cackling every time I think about my half-drow Durge Jaezak right after nautiloid crash bc post-lobotomy he looked like a floor mop with greasy hair full of knots and a fuck-ass beard.

Astarion thought he’s an ugly stinky mf and he didn’t believed his eyes when he first saw Jaezak clean and shaved. It was the ‘Oh’ moment.

Understandable though, his face card declines only if you lobotomise him.

pookies are smooching. quick sketch for my mental health while I’m working on a big durgestarion piece (it’s killing me)

Irrevocably Yours

Astarion x Durge! Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: mention of SA on reader, nothing too graphic, hurt/comfort, Astarion being himself (aka sweet af because that man is SOFT and I will die on that hill), in my feels big time, Durge reader!

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You rushed to camp, the brush and trees scraping at your skin. You clutched your shirt together, tears streaming down your face. You finally saw camp, sprinting the rest of the way. The sun was long gone from the sky but you could see that everyone was still awake. 

“Astarion?” you yelled when you didn’t immediately see him. Your voice was watery and weak. Your eyes were frantically looking around for him. Your cheeks were stained with tears that never ceased to fall. 

Astarion heard the urgency in your voice and your erratic heart beat, he threw his book down and rushed out of his tent. “Darling?” he said.

As soon as your eyes found him your sobs intensified as you rushed into his arms. He held you tightly as you nuzzled into him. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, he felt your tears hit his skin and his heart broke. 

“My sweet, what happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he gently pulled you away, just enough to see your face while still keeping you in his arms. 

Your glossy eyes searched his before glancing at his tent. He looked around, noticing your campmates giving you both concerning looks. He held your hands as he moved you both into his tent to gain some privacy. He sat down but you immediately shuffled into his lap, holding him close. Your fists were tightly grasping his shirt. 

Astarion looked down at you, wiping your tears away. That's when he noticed your shirt. He gently moved it a bit, noticing the buttons were ripped off. He noticed the top two buttons to your pants were also undone. If his heart was still beating it would be racing.

“My love, can you tell me what happened?” he said gently.

“I… I d-didn’t realize h-how late it was…” your voice was shaking, you were terrified and he knew it. “I was trying to find the password for the door to get to the murder tribunal… the alleyway was so dark… so, so dark.” he could see the pain in your eyes as you went on. “A man… a worshiper of Bhaal… he was outside… he pushed me against the wall… I couldn’t move…”

“Did he touch you?” Astarion asked as delicately as he could. You knew what he was referring to. 

You let out a sob, before nodding slightly. “He… he ripped my shirt open… and - and he put his hand down my pants.” you curled into him, you felt shame even though you knew it wasn’t your fault. None of this was. 

“Did he…” Astarion’s eyes looked into yours with the utmost sympathy. 

You shook your head, “I - I didn’t know what to do… I - I used… I became… the slayer.” you looked down. You swore you would never use it. Bhaal had “gifted” you the heinous form when you killed your sister, Orin. It disgusted you to your core, if you felt anything you felt shame about using Bhaal’s gift. 

“You did the right thing.” Astarion said as he cradled your head, rocking you back and forth slightly. “Did you kill him?” he asked.

“No… he ran off… I was scared to death… all I wanted was to come home… come to you.” You held Astarion’s cheek, searching his eyes for something unknown. 

Astarion nodded at you, “Let’s get you changed and go to sleep, alright?” 

You nodded, wanting nothing more than to slip away. You bathed alone, Astarion standing watch at the front of the tent per your request. You changed alone as well before beckoning him back inside. 

He handed you a small green vial, “To help you sleep.” he said gently. He laid down with you. You curled up against him, wanting him as close as possible. You fell asleep quickly after downing the bitter liquid. Astarion connected his parasite to yours, you stirred slightly but remained asleep. He felt your panic, your terror as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. But he found what he wanted, the man's face. 

He snuck out of the tent, a murderous mission in mind. 

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You woke to the birds chirping. The warmth from the sun radiating inside the tent. You rolled over to see Astarion discarding a blood drenched shirt. His pale chest was covered in crimson, along with his hands. His face had spatters here and there. You sat up slowly. “What happened?”

“I cleansed the rot.” Astarion said, sounding like the kind myconid from the Underdark. 

You knew exactly what he meant and for the first time since that man held you against the wall, you felt the clench in your stomach relax. You beckoned him over, holding your hand out. 

He kneeled in front of you. “I don’t want to touch you… not with him on me.” 

You held his face, leaning your forehead against his as you nodded. You kissed him hesitantly, scared it would take you right back to that alleyway. But it didn’t. All you felt was immense love and gratitude for your lover. “Thank you.” you whispered. Astarion kissed you again before pulling back.

“I’m going to wash. When I come back we are not leaving this tent for the day. We can do whatever you like, my sweet.” he tilted your chin up slightly. You gave him a small smile. You knew it would take time to process and heal but you couldn’t ask for a more understanding partner. You knew for a fact he would never pressure you and would always be there to comfort you through thick and thin. 

Astarion started to fill the small tub. “May I stay?” you asked. 

Astarion nodded, smiling at you as he handed you one of his clean shirts. He knew you liked wearing his clothes since they were oversized and breathable. You slipped it on before rolling the sleeves up and shimmying out of your pants. You tied the tent entrance shut before picking up a stool and setting it behind the tub. Astarion’s head leaned back, a quizzical look on his face. You started massaging his scalp. He let out a sigh, loving your gentle touch. You washed his hair as he cleaned the blood off himself. When you finished you placed delicate kisses over his neck and shoulders. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him loosely, giving him a back hug. 

“What is it darling?” he said.

“I’m just… grateful.” you said simply. 

He leaned back further, “I love you.” he whispered before pulling you in by the chin to kiss him. 

“I love you.” you said back before leaning on him again. The simple fact of him being with you. His soft touches that never scared you. Everything about the man in front of you. He is your everything, your heart was irrevocably his. And you would have it no other way.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope everyone likes this. My period hormones hit me hard today so here is this lol How is everyone? I hope you're all well. I have quite a few fic ideas lined up so be on the lookout for those! XOXOXOXOXOXO! Thanks for everything!

Also I want to add Emperor to the list.

THE LIST☠️

the moment when you want to utterly destroy those who hurt your favorites characters🔥

a collection of my bg3 durge sketches

I just love that before I even had baldurs gate and knew anything about the dark urge I created a dnd5e character that was an elf barbarian (thought that was funny) with the 'haunted one' background.

I made a version of him for my dark urge run through <3

Brief overview of his story ⤵️

TW: murder/gore/suicide ⚠️

His name is altair and his story was that he was adopted by a half-orc barbarian family, raised to fight like they do, loved unconditionally. He had strange blackouts growing up but never did anything malicious (without good intent). He was (unbeknownst to him) picked by a bhaalist cult as their chosen. When he was 15, he ended up blacking out and killing his entire family. They lived in a small house in the forest, so the only ones that knew what happened were the cultists that always spied on him (through spells and such). They saw him unconscious and took him back to their temple.

When Altair came to, and realised what he had done, he tried to take his own life. The cultists didn't let that happen, but it resulted in injuries that left him unable to speak. The cultists indoctrinated him. Told him he was meant to be there, told him what they were doing was important and good for the world. So he stayed, every night he was visited by apparitions of his siblings, who encouraged him to carry on and do good.

Until he found documentation of his families incident, he learnt that it was the cult initiating the blackout. He went into a rage and tried to escape, killing any cultists that got in his way, but also creating paths for any trapped/indoctrinated children to follow. He destroyed as much as he could.

Afterwards, all he does is travel from town to town, using his strength to help who he can, getting rid of anyone he deems morally wrong. He knows he was 'destined' to harm people, but he doesn't want to.

friendly reminder that being around bhaalspawn triggers fight or flight so everyone at camp probably felt like they were on the verge of an anxiety attack whenever durge was around and they had no idea why

I love seeing Tavs and Durges… here are my three so far

Morana- TAV Barbarian/Paladin

They had exactly 8 INT which lead to some… interesting choices on their behalf, they became a paladin at the end of act 2 and almost immediately broke their oath.

Natqine- DURGE Draconic Sorcerer/Warlock

Natqine has 0 self preservation skills, it’s a surprise to everyone she made it this far without blowing herself up.

She very quickly decided that the urges had to be suppressed and made every attempt to do so.

She tries very hard to be intimidating but fails miserably at every attempt, cursed with puppy dog eyes.

Dravatath- DURGE CoS Bard/Rogue

My current durge, very conflicted by their urges, she is not outright dismissing them but not going out of her way to do them.

Yes the tadfools are pretty and awesome and nice but I'm also very in love with some of my OC!

Show your Tav and Durge I wanna fall in love with them too ❤️

A House, A Home (The Dark Urge x Enver Gortash)

Part 3 (of 3) is now up on AO3! (Rating: Explicit. Word count: 8.9k)

series: sex and violence, one is just the other

The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. Her pale hand held a dagger, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”

I’ve made my own version of this meme for all the durges out there celebrating Pride.