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‘O mighty Bhaal, Reveller in Blood, master of my destiny…’
DurgeQotD go out every second day. Here and over on bsky as well as the Durge Feed. Might contain a sprinkle of Durgetash every now and then.
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i just posted the first 9 chapters (equivalent to 1-2 regular chapters. i have a weird relationship with chapters) of a bg3 fic i've been secretly working on for months! i'm so excited to finally share it.
Sarin is a Dark Urge who thought things were looking up. nobody in the party was killing each other any more, they were going to find the solution to the parasite problem at moonrise, and he hadn't woken up above a dead body for nearly half a tenday! unfortunately, then Astarion opened his mouth.
How does being touched feel when your Durge is afraid of themselves?
She had been crying. And not just for a couple minutes, no. She wasn't even crying at that moment, just sitting half-obscured by the large stone wall, alone and silent, but his tiefling eyes could very well see the tiredness in her eyes, the tension of her whole body, trying to make itself smaller than it already was.
His voice wasn't still all there, so he couldn't speak either. Azar looked up at him, standing in the middle of the street, covered from head to toe in blood and a trail of it behind his steps.
"Are-" She started, but a new wave of tears interrupted her, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
Sofócrono didn't dare get close, not like this, still reeling from the highs of bloodlust. But he wouldn't leave her alone, either; he just stood there, impotent.
He barely believed it, when someone he assumed was an old customer had told him they had seen his kid watching the fight. He even believed it less, when she finally talked.
"Are-Are you afraid- of me?" She managed to say, between hiccups.
Huh.
He denied with his head, not a single second of doubt.
But then, the reality of this all dawned on him. She was there. She had seen him fight. She had seen him kill, and still it was her who asked. Something had happened: something bad.
He blinked. Twice. Thrice. He was tempted to rub his eyes and be sure this wasn't an hallucination, but the blood on his hands were perfectly real, as was his youngest daughter, not even 14 at that time, looking at him right in the eyes.
He saw it: the fear. He had seen it before, in the eyes of a teen boy looking at him in terror. In a mirror that several days later he would ram out of impotence.
If he hadn't been absolutely out, his heart would've been pounding in his chest, fearing the worst. But instead, he just sat besides her and, to his surprise, it was her that hugged him right away, not caring about staining herself of blood. And he hugged her back just as hard, never caring she burnt him to death.
"W-What-" He coughed, hard, and his mouth tasted like blood. Like raw meat, too, but he didn't dwell much on that. "What's happened?"
"I... I killed Spark." She confessed, right away. She needed to.
The dog. Sofócrono really had to fight himself not to sigh in relief. His body might not have been tense, not satiated as it was, but it hadn't stopped his mind from fearing the worst.
Her aunt had brought it home one day a couple of years before, and Azar had very much grown with it. Sofócrono just listened, squeezing lightly her arm.
"I was trying a new spell and..." She made a gesture with her hands, indicating that spikes had grown around her; it was a common surge of her magic, and in fact, so was of his rages. "She panicked and tried to escape and... and stepped on them and-"
He didn't rush her, just waited until she was ready to accept it.
"I tried burning the spikes but it made it worse." Azar pursed her lips. "She died."
I killed her, she didn't say.
Sofócrono couldn't find any right words to say, nor he did much more than rest against the stone and offer his presence as an anchor.
"Do... the rest know?" His voice was strained, hoarse.
She denied with her head, slowly.
"We... tell them. When we get home."
She nodded, just as slowly. It occurred to him looking down to her, a bad idea, given he saw her stained by the blood on his chest, arms and hair, now on hers as well.
"Do they know about...?" She gestured around.
He smiled lightly, sarcastic. If she had known to find him here, in the alleys near an entrance to the Guild of all places, the answer to that question was clear.
"Yes." He answered anyway, though. And he felt the need to add: "But the fights... they are not to death." He slowly recovered his clarity, but still each word was harder to form that the previous. "Not if any of does not want to."
She didn't react, at least not at first, and when she finally did, she just nodded slowly before hugging him even harder.
What moment made your Durge believe their partner might truly stay?
Talon woke up from being sick. He'd been fevered, hallucinating, attacking at random when touched even- and yet, when his mind finally cleared, there was Shadowheart, right at his side, despite everything. They weren't daring yet, but that moment, her staying despite the danger, is part of the reason they got together. Tathtran doesn't believe his lovers would stay of their own free will (and many of them wouldn't), so he binds them with magic and oaths until they cannot leave him, an enforced codependency. The first time Elyaste became the Slayer in front of someone, their companions panicked and withdrew out of fear. All except Minthara, who was fascinated by the creature. Murder incarnate, with blood on its claws and teeth, yet she did not fear.
One woman One past Two futures
What moment made your Durge believe their partner might truly stay?
When he saw Gortash blow up a ship full of angry merchants who tried to set Chardis on fire for murdering one of them. Nothing provable.
I'll put a serious answer and a comic here later.
weekend durge to try out a new work flow (boots version under the cut)
The video I used to make this gifset has been sitting in my folder ignored for so long that I have since swapped back to Adin's original face tattoo and Osiris should be in a completely different set of armor but you know what?
It's hot.
Osiris belongs to @citruskushh
What moment made your Durge believe their partner might truly stay?
From the pursuit of power to the pursuit of peace.
From darkness to light.
Can't throw daddy's name around to get what you want all the time, Durge, put away the dramatic lighting
Am a big supporter of the 'Durge likes gnolls while Enver doesn't' headcanon
How does being touched feel when your Durge is afraid of themselves?
Well, if Chardis would be in the middle of his self loathing spirals, he probably wouldn't welcome touch. At the beginning at least, whether it's the party or Gortash. He never had problems with being touched while back at the temple, but when he first met Gortash and found out that what he's doing is wrong, he got a bad mood a bit too often. I imagine he'd try to hurt Gortash when he interrupted his uh "brooding" and then just feel even worse for doing so. But eventually Chardis will go looking for that comforting touch rather than avoiding it.
He wants his hug y'all
How does being touched feel when your Durge is afraid of themselves?
Well, if Chardis would be in the middle of his self loathing spirals, he probably wouldn't welcome touch. At the beginning at least, whether it's the party or Gortash. He never had problems with being touched while back at the temple, but when he first met Gortash and found out that what he's doing is wrong, he got a bad mood a bit too often. I imagine he'd try to hurt Gortash when he interrupted his uh "brooding" and then just feel even worse for doing so. But eventually Chardis will go looking for that comforting touch rather than avoiding it.
He wants his hug y'all
How does being touched feel when your Durge is afraid of themselves?
Varrick rests his ankle on his knee and shifts in his chair. "It doesn't happen often."
The reporter nods. "Understandable. But when it does?"
He runs a hand across his beard, briefly. "It's not a comfortable feeling. I feel... flayed." He presses his lips thin. "The weight of my coat becomes unbearable. Yet it feels like the only thing protecting me from the world, or the world from me. I often withdraw."
"How long do you stay withdrawn?"
"It depends."
"On what?"
"Whether or not someone notices I'm missing."
How does being touched feel when your Durge is afraid of themselves?
Talon's body temperature raises when he's stressed, so he perceives touch as coolness, as comfort. Elyaste feels like their skin is burning when they are touched in the midst of one of their moods. They will pull away from comfort because it pains them. Montague feels touch as tingling in his skin, like pins and needles over every part of his body.
woah watch out there's a scary guy on the loose
