How illegal would it be to deepfake Jason Isaac's voice to create a completely free, fully voiced Durgetash mod that adds an ending where you kiss him? Asking for a friend...
Does anyone else have an unhealthy obsession with fics/stories where the most evil of dudes gets turned good because the 🌸 power of love 🌸? I know usually it's the most corny thing, but I adore it.
That bully realizes the person they've been bullying is the most kind individual and changes for the better. The villain is brought to the good side with promises of friendship and compassion that's genuinely fulfilled when they do. A tyrant with immense power willing to give it all up just because someone held out their hand and showed them the beauty of the world.
Give us these gorgeous evil people and let them be convinced to be good through romance!
No one asked, but I feel like Durge and Enver have nearly the exact same ways they show affection. (Is it good that I put the keep reading so high up? IDK anything about Tumblr etiquette lol)
Enver, coming from a poor family, so much so that he was sold, would go out of his way to shower his nearest and dearest with gifts. It would be things like an expensive wine, maybe a few pieces of jewelry, or an intricately made (but still deadly) dagger. He would also slowly buy Durge so many clothes that, eventually, they're dressed fully in things gifted by Enver. And he's so into that.
He's also brilliant and known to have a silver tongue, they have to be writing verbose and seductive letters or poems back and forth. Enver would be writing things like, "Once the world is mine I will gift it to you and we'll rule together", "Watching hardened killers tremble at your feet makes me envious of their position", or "With me, you'll want for nothing but more pleasure than you can handle." And he sends them within the boxes of his gifts, neatly written and topped with a wax seal of Bane's hand.
Durge, as we know from the "Forgive Me Father" letter, is also a bit of a wordsmith. Their letters would be of a similar tone to Enver's but the words are more like, "Every second spent without your voice in my ears is a new layer added to the hells", "I will hunt your every adversary and ensure they know only misery in your name." and even, "The urge to flay you alive and hear your pretty screams cannot be matched by my need to experience your body as you writhe in the deepest carnal pleasures." All of their poems are haphazardly written on whatever paper scrap Durge can find and half illegible due to being delivered in the open mouths of severed skulls or crumpled in palms of corpses hand-delivered to his chambers when no one's around. Sometimes, they would even be a political rival of Enver's, which they both think is very romantic.
And on that note, body parts are Durge's favorite gift, by far. Bloodied hearts, severed hands holding out a single red rose, cold fingers spelling out a simple message like "Love you" or "Stay safe" or sometimes just a heart shape are left in increasingly intimate places in Enver's home. His front door, the living room, bedroom, and even his bathtub had a corpse display one time! How cute. Durge had quite a hand in raising Enver's political status this way, some were by accident.
And you can't tell me those babes don't shower each other in physical affection behind closed doors. Enver was never shown any compassion as a child. Even worse, he was beaten, often. And now, in adulthood, he can't trust those he brings to his bed as they don't know who he really is or just want the power associated with him. Durge never connected to anyone personally or romantically so physical touch was a rare commodity. They have killed every bed partner at some point in the affair, as the urge commanded. But with Enver, they refuse to listen to it. They want Enver alive, against their father's wishes. As a result, both of them are touch-starved and refuse to keep their hands off each other when alone.
Hello, I'm sadly (for you) back on my Durgetash headcannon writing. A lil bit of marriage hc for y'all:
Enver stirred to a dark room. Only a faint glow of moonlight behind the heavy curtains let him know it must still be early... or late. His hand wanders to the warm, empty spot beside him in bed. Enver sighs gently and raises to his elbows, despite his human sight preventing him from seeing anything in the pitch black room.
"Where are you sneaking off to at this hour?" he asks to the still room. In the silence, every rustle too loud. The brush of fabric, the creak of the bed, his own heart beat. There's no sound from them but only a brief moment's pause before he feels the bed dip next to him, and a warm hand finds his cheek. His assassin ran their thumb along his lips ever so faintly, as if thinking of silencing his questions with a kiss.
"There's something I have to do before today. Something I have to finish." they say gently, almost tentatively.
"You mean someone." it's not a question and he says it with a touch of amusement. He takes the hand on his cheek in his own, feeling the simple metal band around their ring finger on his lips in a light kiss. "Does it have to be today? Right now? Surely whoever it is will still be alive after tomorrow."
The calloused hand slides from his own as they stood, leaving only the cold in their wake.
"Yes. It must be today. I just... have to secure... this." warmth radiates from their hand as they press it to his chest, just above his heart. He chuckled. They were more than secure in Gortash's calculations but if one more death would satisfy his little Bhaalspawn, so be it.
"Fine. Go on and have your fun. Just don't be late." he let their hand fall away as he relaxed back into bed, content to return to unconsciousness.
Lips press to his temple and they mumble "Wait for me, even if I am?" even though it's a question, Durge disappears without hearing the answer. They don't need to. They know.
"Lord Gortash? Sir?" Enver is pulled from his thoughts and glances to the man from the window he was pretending to gaze out of.
He puts on an easy smile, "Yes, Cleric Novek?"
"Its quite late now, would it be okay... if I...?" were the words he spoke with a gesture to the door.
Gortash has a look around his chambers: The candles were beginning to burn out, both of their favorite foods laid out in a spread (which only the Cleric nibbled on), a few bottles of wine, some opened, some empty, a simple little cake, but their favorite flavor, and a pair of elaborate, matching rings in his palm.
"Of course." Enver said nothing more and turned back to the dark night beyond his window.
The Cleric's footsteps echoed off the regal walls of his room for just a moment too long. He was silent until he reached the door;
"I'm sorry... truly." but Enver didn't feel sorry. He didn't feel much of anything as he spoke.
I get and love rough, confident Durge in Durgetash as well, but also consider this (it's spicy again and I apologize for your eyes);
Enver and Durge worked side-by-side for months, and Gortash had never felt more alive. This stoic beauty, his favorite assassin, works with him tirelessly to create their combined empire that they would rule together. With so much personal time spent in each other's company, Enver can't help but want more.
His initial subtle flirtations and teasings rewarded him nothing. At first, he thought the attraction was not returned, but quickly learned that Durge was just… oblivious? Or perhaps distracted by their current endeavor to catch Enver's hidden meaning. Slowly, he started to come on stronger: inviting them to stay late at meetings and share ideas, join him for dinner at the finest restaurant in Baldur's Gate, and a forward request to join him in his quarters for a drink. These evenings were fine or friendly, but not the nights of passion he was hoping would spring forth from their time alone.
Eventually, one night, Gortash finally convinces them to join him in bed. Their emotions quickly shifted from suspicion, to confusion, then finally embarrassment. They seem so, truly bashful when they begin to strip, and even more so when Enver does. Despite all of this, Gortash still expects their urge to take hold, for the pain to be shared as well as the pleasure, but it never happens.
Instead, Durge holds Enver close as he takes control, shaking ever so slightly. Their hands and lips are clumsy as they touch him and their face flushes at every perceived mistake. He hardly needs to do anything before Durge is gasping, clearly overwhelmed by the lightest caresses. Enver can't get enough of making his little bhaalspawn writhe in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Enver realizes this is much better than the red-filled night he was anticipating. Having his gorgeous assassin falling apart at his hands, mind lost in pleasure whilst mumbling his name like a prayer. And, Gods, did he want Durge to worship him, always. The thought surprised him, but he couldn't possibly care. Especially when Durge begs for more even after they are both clearly exhausted.
They, unexpectedly, lay together after, Durge stayed cuddled at his side. Their hand over his steadily beating heart. Durge was quiet for such a long period, that Enver assumed they had fallen asleep. He was about to join them in rest when they gently asked "…What was that that we just did?"
I see your "Durge wakes up with a wedding ring" and I raise you to the obvious;
Durge wakes in the nautiloid like normal, nothing amiss. After a few days of travel, they notice they get a bit ill frequently. But they also have crazy murder thoughts. It's probably related.
After some more time and goblin murder the sickness gets worse: fatigue, aches, nausea. The team worries, however, they have Halsin now who is quite the adept healer. He has a look and, great news, Durge isn't sick, they're pregnant!
For a while after this discovery, Wyll, Gale, and Karlach treat Durge like glass, fragile (and dangerous). Until they've had enough babying and snap, making them promise to treat them as an equal. Halsin knows not to get in the way of a pregnant parent so he does everything to support Durge and their wishes. Astarion, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel don't talk about it much. Lae'zel because she really doesn't want any part in humanoid breeding rituals, and Astarion and Shadowheart just don't care.
Cut to the Shadow Cursed lands. A bit of time has passed and Durge has developed a little belly bump. They're still able to hide it for most of their time at Last Light, but eventually, Jaheira catches on. Though she's never been pregnant herself, she's wise enough to figure it out. She promises to keep it secret from the rest of Last Light, but after all is said and done here, it doesn't matter. By the time they free Dame Aylin and take the fight to Kethric, the pregnancy is unmistakable.
Durge gets the briefest glance of Gortash and a spark of recognition embers at the back of their mind. He's gone before they can truly process it, but there's a mission to focus on anyway.
Kethric seems angry to see Durge with this new little addition. He fights with a tired sort of rage but still dies without giving any information about Durge's past.
Finally, after months, they arrive at Baldur's Gate. Durge is not quite waddling into Wyrm's Rock, but they're clearly on their way. The steel watch guard stops them, but when Gortash takes over, there's a bit of a pause. His tone is easy and confident, however, when he invites Durge up for the coronation.
As soon as he truly sees Durge, all of his confidence is gone. The rumors of a fierce warrior, a killer, sweeping across the Sword Coast had been bubbling in the political sphere. The few scouts for the prism that lived told tales of a monster or demon that thirsted for blood taking a humanoid form. And he's heard of the slaughter of all of Moonrise and the undying Kethric along with it. His beautiful assassin is back in all of their glory, and they brought such a wonderful gift.
(Listen... it's late and this is a lil spicy, but you know how it is. Read with care!);
The first time redeemed Durge and Gortash fall into bed together after their return completely confuses Enver.
He's used to his love for Durge being accompanied by pain, torn flesh, and blood. Used to his love gently dragging blades down his spine, causing red droplets to just well up to the surface. Or the feeling of fingers digging into his throat long enough to not know whether he had passed out or if it was just the overwhelming pleasure scrambling his brain. He even learned how not to limp after receiving enough bites on his thighs to look like that of a zombie's lunch.
But when Durge returns, BOY are they different.
The only thing in Durge's head when they see Gortash is this strange, loving feeling, and this new journey colored by genuine kindness and goodness.
Enver is expecting, and bracing for, the pain-pleasure encounter he's used to, but what he gets instead is genuine love making. Durge holding him close, whispering sweet nothings for far too long. Things he never thought he'd hear anyone genuinely say to him; for him. Soft caresses just for his benefit that cause his body to tremble in ways cold metal never could. These deep, near bruising kisses that steal his breath away far better than any fist around his windpipe. And leave him dazed for a bit longer as well.
Gortash is BEWILDERED. Not only at his little assassin's sudden romantic flip behind closed doors... but also that he likes it, just a little...
I saw a tododeku comic done by @mardamo and I just wanted to write a small piece for it. I hope it’s alright! Haha
Truly, it was only meant to be a regular mission for Todoroki and me; follow the pros in, wait until the villains are distracted, grab the hostages, get out. The plan, sadly, went out the window when, of course, the League of Villains shows up. Well, not really shows up, they were the cause of the mission in the first place, we just weren’t aware of that when we were sent out so I guess the plan was already too simple for the situation at hand? They-... ah! I’m rambling. Anyway, the pros we were with told us to get backup but… I thought we could still get the hostages out at least! We aren’t useless! And with all of the noise from the fight, it was bound to attract more pros. If Todoroki and I could find a way out through the back I was sure we could get the civilians to safety and still be back in time to fight.
We stopped behind the building in a cramped walkway. It was just tight enough that my shoulders brushed the sides while walking down it. We had searched the perimeter but it was surrounded by stone walls. The only way in was the main entrance the pros and villains were fighting at. I knew normal civilians wouldn’t be able to climb as fast as we were going to need them to. I knew I had to find another way but to do that, I’d need more information.
“Todoroki! Can you lift me up to see over this wall?” I noticed he seemed a bit distracted since before getting here but when he just stared at me for a moment, I became a bit worried, “Todoroki? You… okay?” he seemed to shake himself out of it.
“Of course. What do you need?” he tilted his head slightly, oblivious.
“A boost? To see over the wall? You know, the hostages?” I tried to jog his memory gently. It worked, for the most part.
“Right! Of course.” He moved behind me, all of him pressed up against all of me. I could feel the temperature difference between his two sides, he was that close. It successfully distracted me from his odd behavior. Once he lifted me away from his body heat and the smell of his cologne, my train of thought came back. Over the wall was the yard surrounding the building. I had to duck down somewhat when I saw the huge amount of nomu patrolling around aimlessly. They were probably here just for this reason, to keep flankers out. The villains didn’t leave anything to chance, did they?
“Can you see anything?” asked Todoroki. It was good to have him back in the here and now instead of up in the clouds.
“Lots of nomu.” I watched them for a second more, trying to decipher a pattern in the paths they were taking. They just seemed like wandering guard dogs, they didn’t have any openings. After a small sigh, I shifted lightly, hoping Todoroki would get it.
“Coming down?” he asked, a little too loud for comfort.
“Yes, stay quiet!” his hands gripped my hips and let me down gently. I was a bit annoyed at our lack of options, “It’s a dead end!” I whisper yelled to him as I helped him lower me down. It was a little awkward with the lack of room but soon enough, I was back on my own two feet.
“We should wait,” he suggested and, honestly, it seemed like our only option but it didn’t feel great to be helpless.
“The sun is rising! We should make a plan!” we were running out of time, the both of us knew that.
“Calm down.” his soothing voice was in my ear. I could feel his gentle breath rustle my hair. I realized I was pressed against him again. His hands were on my hips still, burning and chilling me on either side. Both feelings had goosebumps break out on my skin. It shot up my hips and stood my hair on end. His left hand brushed farther down my thigh… and between. It was gentle but far too deliberate to be called an accident. Suddenly my head was swimming. I swallowed hard. My head turned just slightly to get a better look at his face to see what the hell he was thinking.
“T-Todoroki?”
We locked eyes and everything was still. His blue eye looked through me and it felt like I was on fire from the inside out. Or maybe that was just his heated hand on my thigh. My stomach turned in the good, fluttery way but I was still stunned. A few more huffs of breath fanned over my cheek before everything was suddenly in motion again. His hand slipped around my shoulder and held my jaw, tilting my head as his body pressed me to the wall. My hands slapped against the cold, hard stone at the same time his soft lips caressed mine. His eyes closed while mine shot open. His mouth was so warm but cold, just like the rest of him. The hand that was on my thigh squeezed. It made me let out a squeak that echoed between our mouths and the walls around us. God, what did I do to deserve this? Because I’d like to do it more often.
We stayed like that for a few moments longer until Todoroki pulled away, panting.
“Sorry Midoriya…” he said against my mouth.
“Don’t-” I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, “Don’t apologize for that.”
Todoroki opened his eyes and let himself smile a tiny, surprised grin. A grin that slowly faded when his eyes traveled up to the top of the wall. A shadow fell over us and before I knew it, we were running down the path with nomu quickly gaining. I can’t believe we forgot about the mission. He chose now to make a move?
“Okay!” I yelled at him over my shoulder, “You can apologize for this!” he only laughed.
Hi. I made a “little” McHanzo drabble off of a comic @vimeddiee posted that F’d me up. It was only made better by @bunroo who made a post about characters just being super cutesy and domestic. Also, I haven’t posted, or even finished, a fanwork in about five years now. I was a little too nervous to. It’s almost 3k words and it’s 2am. Read the tags, please.
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