#darkurges

[agon-ies]

stop theyre fucking matching now. shut up. sun and shadow.

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HELLO??????

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have you ever thought "what if (almost) base durge was a half elf" bc i did and now i have Fionnlagh

[fionnlaghs]

~ Fionnlagh

osdd fictive from a mixture of bg3 Dark Urge route and D&D campaigns ♡

he/it/them

this blog, please, is 21+

I enjoy macabre things

Please be forwarned; I am unapologetic in my appreciation for the eroticism of murder, gore, and cannibalism. If you need these things tagged, this is probably not the blog for you. I do not intend to hide what I am to that extent!

[agon-ies]

we're so back

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This is a bg3 sideblog run by a few different members of an osdd system. We are bodily 21+ and welcome interaction. Though this is a bg3 sideblog, it also acts as a slightly general blog for two bg3 fictives.

Agon (he/him) - a slightly resisting drow dark urge. Posts under the tag #agonies

Fionnlagh (he/it/they) - a not-at-all resisting draconic half elf Dark Urge ♡ posts under the tag #darkurges. @fionnlaghs

For organization's sake, all original posts will be tagged #durge.txt Otherwise, things will be tagged with the characters involved. Thank you.

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Drabble about Fionnlagh in the astral prism, talking to his guardian. For context, i made his guardian look as close to gortash as I could without mods. Anyway!

"And now," the dream visitor says with no small amount of scorn in his voice, "you've come here to murder me."

A part of him sings in joy at the mention of murdering this man. He wants to see the blood on his hands, hear the screams. The other part of him, the one that thinks his dream visitor is so familiar and yet wrong, revolts. His stomach twists at the thought of those dark eyes gone cold.

"Everyone always thinks I want to murder them!" Fionnlagh jokes as he steps forward. He lets a smile fall onto his lips to hide the discomfort he shouldn't feel. He is made to kill; why would he be sickened by the thought? "I just want to talk."

The man seems pleased with his answer. He shifts almost imperceptibly, relaxing just the tiniest bit.

"Very well. I'm sure you have questions. Ask them."

"Why does Vlaakith want you dead?" Is what Fionnlagh asks, despite the other questions swarming his addled mind.

"I know her secret. It's the same secret that I use to keep you safe from the Absolute." The dream visitor answers easily. Fionnlagh thinks he hides the scepticism he feels, but apparently not well enough. The dream visitor chuckles. "I can hear your thoughts. You think I'm lying. Why would I lie to you, Fionnlagh? I want the same thing you do - freedom."

Fionnlagh wants blood. Fionnlagh wants to kill everyone he comes across, no matter the consequences, until he is the last person on earth. Becoming an ilithid would certainly make it harder to do so. He just isn't certain he should trust this almost-familiar man.

"I'm on your side." The dream visitor promises softly. He pulls a sword from nowhere, and kneels before Fionnlagh has a chance to do more than tense in anticipation. The dream visitor holds the sword out for Fionnlagh to take, offering it as his murder weapon. "I have been since the very beginning."

Fionnlagh's fingers twitch. He can see himself, vividly, snatching the sword and driving it through the man's eye. He wants to. He needs to. His blood itches, Urge screaming to be listened to.

The dream visitor's face is so achingly familiar.

Fionnlagh takes a step away.

"Vlaakith be damned," he spits. She is not his goddess nor his queen - he belongs to someone else. Someone he doesn't remember, but still he knows his god would be disappointed. Fionnlagh has passed a chance to kill just because of sentiment. His next words taste acrid. "If she wants you dead, she can kill you herself."

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If I post drabbles about Fionnlagh's emotions during in-game moments you guys have to be niceys to me