The Dark Urge - Blog Posts
Aaaaaand I officially turned him into an OC. This is my personal version of Dragonborn Durge!! He's so cute..
Gonna be a struggle to learn how to draw his head from other angles but we'll see how this goes hehe..
Your average meeting of the Dead Three
I think I talked too much about just how grossly they kiss but did not make it clear enough. Right in front of Ketheric's salad, too.
Drake, resistance lady durge. Currently making art of her as a kid 😭🥺
Everyone should show me their Lady Durges
I want to see all of the bleak, violent, seductive, ragefilled, aggressive, mournful women in all their glory. Resist Durge, Obedient Durge, hates Bhaal or loves Bhaal, found love and new purpose amongst the companions or pining hopelessly for the life they lost
Give them to me
Enver Gortash getting cucked in 4k
help I accidentally positioned my Durge and Gale in the funniest way regarding Gortash especially bc I'm a firm "Gortash and Durge had a thing" believer lmao
Tongues & Teeth
Song by The Crane Wives
this is like his most innocent urge girl leave him alone
stop embarrassing her!!!
Finally posting chapter 1 of my fic Picking Up the pieces! For the occasion, I’ve redrawn my first durgetash comic based on the chapter below. Hope you enjoy!<3
Some Hemlock face sketches because I'm still trying to figure out how I wanna draw them. Might do Gort too idk
letter that Sceleritas wrote to detective Tav in Blood in Baldur's gate
Alchemy with Minthy
Bonus:
A dance under the glowing mushroom
Shh... Do not disturb her
Taking Minthy back into the Underdark
This game is so beautiful
Lae'zel:
The rest of the team:
"Bestie's first date! So proud of her 😃"
*some weird Bhaalspawn courting ritual in the background*
Just some 8 int Tav and Durge shenanigans (ft. our good friend Minthy)
Tav is a bit confused, but they're supportive.
The gang at the goblin camp:
Sometimes, a family is just an emo goth, an angry space frog, a purple misandrist, a vampire twink, an autistic magician, a golden retriever butch, a half-devil fencer, a furry, a folklore grandma, a bald guy and his hamster, a random adventurer with a weird name, and a psychotic amnesiac with a migraine -- all surrounded by a bunch of pets that they adopted off the side of the road.
A decaying mummy holds the sole of their guardianship.
We've Made It, My Dear
Pairing: Gale x Drow!Dark Urge (Named)
WC: 1.9k words
Tags+Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Post-Canon, Happily Ever After, Hurt+Comfort, Nightmares, Mentions Of Gore, References To Death, Dark Urge Storyline Spoilers, Epilogue Spoilers
Author's Note: First time in a WHILEEEEE I've actually written something, and I'm pretty proud of it! Even while on the Dragon Age: The Veilguard hype train, I'm still enamored with BG3 and the Forgotten Realms haha. Didn't edit this brute, but I did look at it and nod approvingly before finally posting. Please let me know if I missed any tags or warnings. Enjoy!
It wasn’t the weight of the tressym on his chest nor the gentle breeze whispering through the open window that awoke Gale. It was the absence of a warm, familiar body by his side.
The milky moonlight spilling into the bedroom framed his belongings -their belongings- a cool silver hue, sharply contrasting the blots of darkness Gale’s eyes hadn’t yet attuned to. A deep sleeper, Gale wasn’t prone to waking in the night, but when he did, it always amused him to see how Nobody passed her time while waiting for him to stir. Some nights, she would read by his side, her pitch-black gaze flitting across every word with more ease than it would in daylight. Other times, she’d patter about the room as stealthily as a drow could manage, inspecting the manner of trinkets and artefacts he had collected over the years. Tonight, she was nowhere to be seen.
Gale carefully shifted Tara off his front and pushed back his blanket, affording himself a quiet congratulations for managing not to wake his fussy companion. Carefully setting his feet on the cold hardwood floor, he navigated the cluttered pathway from his bed to the door, each footfall as silent as the last. He reached for his housecoat, which typically hung from the doorknob, only to find it missing.
He frowned slightly as he turned the knob and made his quiet exit. Down the hallway and to the right, the glow of a gratuitous amount of candles emanated from downstairs. A somewhat concerning sight, knowing that Nobody was as at home in the darkness as she was in light.
The journey to the first floor was a mite more hurried than his escape from the bedroom had been. As he descended the last few steps of stairs, Gale examined the living room. Fully lit. Not a soul to be seen.
“Straj… Sorry, love. Get back to bed. I won’t be far behind you.”
Gale whipped his head towards the kitchen entrance. His startled heart calmed slightly when he saw that it was only Nobody, her grayish-white hair still mussed from sleep, as his must have been. She leaned against the doorway with a guilty smile and his own housecoat wrapped snugly around her frame, yet her eyes told a different story than what her casual demeanor sought to imply.
Nonetheless, Gale sighed in fond annoyance, crossing his arms. “Well, bully for my students, I suppose. They’ll ask me tomorrow, ‘Professor Dekarios, did you get even a wink of sleep last night? You look positively dreadful!’ And I’ll have no choice but to tell them the truth.”
“Oh?” Nobody purred, amused. “What would that truth be, sweetmeat?”
Wandering carelessly to the sofa before the hearth, Gale sat himself down, leaning back on its arm and lifting his legs onto the cushions, spreading them just enough for a lithe drow to slither between and rest her head on his waiting chest.
“That Mrs. Professor Dekarios cruelly abandoned her husband in the cold,” Gale answered simply, eliciting a snort from Nobody. “Don’t you try and tell me that Tara would gladly be my blanket on your behalf. We both know that she’s only a cuddling type at the most inconvenient of times.”
Just as expected, Nobody quickly caught onto her opportunity. She sauntered over with eagerness and slid into her rightful place, a territory she often playfully bickered with Tara over. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she basked in his warmth, the harried expression she worked to hide beginning to melt.
With one hand, Gale lavished her back with slow, languid strokes, the curves and dips of her body flowing familiarly beneath his touch. His other cradled her head with the tender care of a man who had seen her at her worst; who had seen her slick with the blood of innocents, watched as she writhed and thrashed against the bindings he himself tied to keep her from slaughtering him where he stood and cried wordlessly at her corpse after her last stand against her unholy father, the God of Murder. He held her as if after everything she did in the past, in another life, she still deserved comfort. Care. Love.
To Gale Dekarios, formerly known as Gale of Waterdeep among his peers, she truly did. The Dark Urge and Chosen of Bhaal, in his humble opinion, had died at the hands of Orin the Red years ago, back before their adventure had even brought them together. The woman he had met who lay in his arms was his wife, Nobody Dekarios, who had yet to come up with a proper name for herself, always promising him with a cheeky grin that she’d ‘get to it eventually.’
And he’d be damned to the Nine Hells before he let any matter trouble his incorrigibly mischievous, indescribably wonderful wife, no matter how inconsequential.
Or how early in the morning. Or late in the night. Gale hadn’t a single clue what time it was, and frankly, he was hesitant to find out.
“My love,” he said delicately.
“Mhm?”
“Is something bothering you?”
Nobody’s eyes flicked open, her steady breathing hitching. The slight furrow in her brows from earlier returned to her face. The smile on her lips became that much more strained and her eyes refused to meet his, as far as he could tell.
“I’d rather not keep you from your beauty sleep, sweetmeat,” she chuckled uncomfortably.
“Hm… I see. If it’s something we can’t solve with a fireball, you can tell me,” he chided her, gentle yet clear. Nobody rarely took her own issues seriously. Gale learned early on that she often needed a little time to come to terms with what she faced before talking her emotions out.
The corners of Nobody’s eyes crinkled as she exhaled a little laugh at his joke. “Gods, now that I’m awake, it seems rather stupid.”
“My love, the stupidity of your troubles matters not to me.” Gale gave her hair a gentle tug, prompting her to look at him. “I’m here. You’re here. If it’s something we can solve right here and now, we’ll do it together.”
Nobody went silent for a while. She absentmindedly rested her cheek back to his chest, her brow knitting together in a different manner, thinking on how to word her problems out. All the while, Gale held her close, still stroking her back and toying with her hair as patient as could be. Her breathing grew even and her eyes closed, and Gale had almost thought that she had fallen asleep when she finally spoke.
“I- ugh. I had a nightmare.”
Gale’s hand paused its leisurely stroll down the planes of her back. Nobody seldom fell into true slumber, instead opting to go into reverie. As a drow, however, the sleep of ordinary folk was not unknown to her. It seemed that one of her off nights wasn’t as restful as she needed.
“It was… uncanny,” she continued quietly, looking to him once again. “Remember the first party Withers threw for us? We were there. Everyone was the same as they were at the time, happy and smiling and drinking. Except you.”
Gale tilted his head with curiosity. “Is this where the dream goes south?”
“I was- you were- it was sad,” though she laughed through her words, she was distant, trying to talk without thinking about what she was saying. “We did it- we finished off the Absolute, the Chosen, everything. But the crown… you wanted the crown. You wanted to challenge Mystra, so you did. You failed.”
“Your mirror image told me everything in your place: how you got the Crown of Karsus, how you fought Mystra for her domain and how she obliterated you. You gave me a letter I couldn’t bring myself to read. I tried to kiss you, and… nothing. I guess I forgot that it wasn’t you- just a projection. It told me before it disappeared, ‘I can see why I loved you.’ And then it was gone. You were gone.”
Nobody’s voice cracked on the last of her words. Despite his best efforts, Gale recalled the day that Nobody died. His heart shattered on the floor of that wretched temple when Nobody fell to the ground. He felt as if he was drowning, overwhelmed by everything in that moment. The smell of blood permeating his senses. The blank stares of the surrounding cultists, witness to the fall of two leaders in one day. The thoughts in his head, asking over and over why? Why now? Why, when we’ve finally come this far? Why so soon after I’ve only just found her?
“No Waterdeep, no Mrs. Professor Dekarios, no homemade hundur sauce,” Nobody laughed humorlessly. “And look at me, on the verge of tears because of a bad dream. You’re a patient one, sweets.”
“I love you.”
The words came out of Gale’s mouth without a single thought, as they tended to. Loving her was as easy as breathing and to say it was as natural as any spell. Still, her eyebrows raised in surprise.
With a soothing smile on his lips, he pulled Nobody into a kiss, taking in every facet of her being. From the way her long hair tickled his cheeks to the natural scent of her, all petrichor and night-blooming flowers, and even the small noise of surprise she made at his affection, she was breathtaking. Resilient, but most importantly, she was here. Home, in his arms.
They’d made it. The worst of their days were over. Perhaps not forever, but they could breathe easy and live and love each other while they waited for life to take them on their next adventure, whether it be the next Dekarios family reunion or another cult to battle against for the fate of the world.
Gale Dekarios was nothing if not profusely verbose. Even if his kiss had told her all she needed to hear and feel, he refused to let a single doubt plague Nobody’s mind. When she pulled away, he cupped her cheek, reveling in the sweet smile she spared just for him.
“Whatever the Gale in your dreams said and did, give him a good clip ‘round the ear for me next time you see him,” he said firmly, making her giggle. “If he starts sulking on about ambition and godhood again, let him sulk. If he believes that the mere chance of godhood is worth more than the most wonderful woman in this plane and beyond, then I consider that excellent news- more of that aforementioned woman for me to enjoy, I’d say. If I give you even a fraction of a fraction of the happiness you give me every day, then I can confidently say that we don’t need to worry about either what happened before or what could’ve been. Safe to say, the less you think about that prat, the better.”
“You’re not getting jealous of Dream-Gale, are you, sweets?” Nobody teased.
“Jealous? Hah! Hardly,” Gale sniffed. “Disappointed? Definitely. Furious at him for making you distraught? Absolutely, if you’ll pardon my pun. But I refuse to be jealous of a man who’s already fallen after flying too close to the sun. Who needs the sun, when I’m already able to hold the world in my arms?”
Nobody buried her face in his chest, hiding her expression. His love was always too modest for her own good.
“You… ugh. I love you too, but stop that.”
Gale grinned, kissing the crown of her head.
He didn’t plan to.
~Fin <3~
if only half the world had half the heart you do
(lillia, the dark urge)
a sketch of my dark urge, lillia :)
Obsessed with the idea of Durge having some interesting physiological "quirks" due to Bhaal having absolutely no clue what he was doing when he carved them up.
A few organs in slightly wrong places
Chronic pain/illness
Parts of the slayer are apparent in their normal form (small horns, little bumps where spikes would be, a screwed up jaw, maybe a slayers tail and rough skin)
Maybe some parts of Durge just look straight up wrong.
There could be good stuff too, though, like unnatural healing, crazy slayer strength, whatever else you can imagine.
(I bet the bad stuff like chronic illness and pain would only become apparent after rejecting Bhaal, and the boons of the slayer would disappear.)
✦Durgetash's はいよろこんで
I clearly remember that I spent a lot of time on this 😤🙏
Nemesis | Sorcerer, Warlock | Redeemed Dark Urge
“Despite everything, it’s still you.”
Finally finished a portrait of her AFTER I beat the game again in 3 months. I love my baby girl tho and I’ll never forget her. (with all the writing i’ve done i really cant.)
This is also a redraw of a screenshot i took after the final confrontation and one of the last i have of her in game. It’s v pretty to me so i wanted to draw it :,)
Now she shall go off and explore the world with her vampire husband !
from the beginning to the end !!!
Nemesis my little baby durge <3 i’ve fr spent the last 3 months playing this save, thinking about it, writing and drawing about it. Idk what to do with myself now.
All i know is i got her a happy ending and that’s all i needed :) her and her stupid husband
before my durge run fully ends, here is my baby girl Nemesis in her final form :)
that durge in all of us
my brain went to "he got that dog in him" but durge idk man just go with it
"No Longer You" from Epic: the Musical fits the Dark Urge so well
"I see a song of past romance"
Durgetash
"I see the sacrifice of man"
Alfira/Everyone who Durge killed for Bhaal
"I see portrayals of betrayal and a brother's final stand, I see you on the brink of death, I see you draw your final breath"
When Orin overthrows Durge (especially if Orin was disguised as Gortash)
Alternatively, "portrayals of betrayal" could be referring to the scene where Durge tries to kill a companion, and "brink of death," "final breath" referring to the duel against Orin, and then rejecting (or accepting) Bhaal
"I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you"
Durge losing their memories and returning to Baldur's gate
"I see your palace covered in red"
Bhaal's temple
"Faces of men who had long believed you're dead"
The Bhaalists/The dead three's chosen
"I see your wife with a man who is haunting, a man with a trail of bodies"
Wife is referring to Gortash, and the other person would be who Durge was pre-tadpole
Please share your thoughts/theories/rambles/headcanons!
A silly comic of the Chosen playing Minecraft..