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IMPORTANT!!!

that is all

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Sceleritas occupies a weird place in Clira's heart. He's a symbol of everything she wants to reject. He actively drives her to distance herself from what she loves. He admires her for her most shameful behaviour, and curses her virtues.

She loves him so so much. She can't imagine how empty life is without him. She's ready to challenge Bhaal for custody of his reanimations.

God I wanna know more about oc durge's relationship with Sceleritas. Please tell me what they think about the little guy!!!

For me personally it's best summarized by the quote "He is like a father to me, I love him like my son"

#baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #oc: durge clira #sceleritas fel #bud I have so many more feelings about this horrible little man #he's her nr 1 supporter and she's his biggest fan #their relationship shifts from parental to mentor/mentee to servant/master and pet/master #Sceleritas is her horrible cat who taught her everything she needs to know about murder

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Gort

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the entire world looked at the Bhaalspawn and they all said, we would be better off if you were dead.

except for Enver Gortash. the one person who said:

I need you here.

I want you here, by my side forever.

I don't want you to die. Please stay with me.

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The little tyrant being ridiculed because "Yes, yes, sure you're a genius and you're the best" is odd. Cuz really, it's not wrong. He is a genius, and he deserves to have that ego.

He did come up with the Absolute plan and he built himself to be one of the most powerful people in the city, or rather the whole ass Sword Coast if you believe the archduke to be even higher than the council of four, and all of that from absolutely nothing. His ego isn't really that unfounded, considering all that he's done. And that's the scary part if we're honest.

Cuz if Orin had gotten over her sibling complexes or if the duel happened a year earlier, the dead three would've probably succeeded. The premise of the game is very much "damn you got lukcy" and the butterfly effect at full display. With Durge still around and in possession of his memories, the brain wouldn't have tried to rebel, the Emperor wouldn't have broken free, if Vlaakith had gotten her hands on Orpheus on top of that Orin wouldn't have been able to shake the alliance the way she did and all of Toril would've been very much fucked. Because the dead three literally had an immortal General, a one of a kind Mastermind as strategist and the very Avatar of the god of murder on their side. As much as its fun to mock them, they were pretty darn overpowered chosen that would've been a very real threat if not for Orin.

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Gortash embedded the stone in his gauntlet, Gortash who's motivated by taking away things and holding onto what he has so desperately.

Ketheric, who wears the stone over his heart, Ketheric, who's motivated by his "love" for his daughter.

The Bhaalspawn who embedded the stones in their weapons. The Bhaalspawn who are nothing but tools, inanimate, removed objects. Who have been stripped of their personhood even in the grand design only to be wielded by someone else.

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I have this scene in a Gortash Lives And Gets Dragged Through Redemption AU I keep thinking about. It has my durge Clira and Gortash laying in bed, before they reconcile fully so they're like a foot and a half apart. Clira is trying to sleep, finding herself comforted by Gortash's presence as she's asking him to tell her stories she doesn't remember. I thought I might share it, in case anyone likes it

The sun hasn't set yet, casting the room in a gently, golden light as Gortash tells her of their history, of little things she can't remember - "Your hair used to be longer. You hated people touching it. For a long time only Sceleritas was allowed to brush and trim it for you." - as well as filling in the memories that were hazy.

He tells her how they worked together, what they explored together. Of lovers she had, kills she made - "Remember Nathaniel? You liked him. You thought he was beautiful and sweet. You even mourned him." - and she has found that she easily falls asleep to the gentle sound of his voice.

Just before she falls asleep she asks him for one last memory.

"Tell me something about you that I've forgotten," she says, mumbling just a little. Her eyes are already closed, her breathing slow. He knows she'll fall asleep soon, and he doesn't think he's welcome in her bed after that. Not yet.

His dark eyes look at her, but his mind is searching for something to say. It is difficult, not because he can't think of anything lost to her but because she's asking him to open up once more. It took a long time for him to do so the first time alone.

"… when I was a child I would make small sculptures and gadgets out of scraps I found," he begins. "I would sell them for coin that I hid from my parents. I would use it for food, toys and sometimes even to go to the circus. I had found a bird's nest that I used to look in to see if the clever animal had found something shiny."

Clira smiles gently, but she doesn't say anything. He's not sure she hears him, if she's half-asleep or not, but he has no reason to stop yet.

"I told you about that once. You didn't seem to understand. I wasn't sure what it was that eluded you. My motives, my craft or perhaps even a lack of understanding about avian habits," he chuckles a bit. Her face had been so expressionless back then. It was difficult to understand her at the best of times. Very different from now, with her smiles coming frequent and easy.

A welcome change, he will admit.

"Of course, after I told you this I found a birds nest at my windowsill. I found it odd, especially since it was not even nesting season. But after that I found little things in there. Pieces of metal. Bits of rope. A bloodied arrowhead once. By the time I received a broken dagger, far too heavy for a bird to carry, I knew it was no feathery friend I had to thank for these gifts."

Soft, steady breathing fills the room as he stops for a moment. With a sigh he carefully rolls off to the side and stands up, straightening his clothes as he stays for a moment. Just a moment, he's allowed that isn't he?

"I made a little bird out of the scraps, small enough to pin to a piece of clothing, and laid it back into the nest." An exhale, a whisper of a laugh. "You wouldn't stop blushing when you noticed me staring at it as it sat on your coat next time we saw each other. I didn't need words to tease you."

He walks over to her side of the bed to pull the curtains across the window, reducing the little light that was left filtering into the room to darkness.

Then he hesitates, raises two fingers to his mouth. He lifts a quick kiss from his lips, and places it gently to her cheek.

"Sleep well, little magpie," he says before leaving the room

#baldurs gate 3 #durgetash #enver gortash #the dark urge #durge #ficlet #my writing #oc: durge clira

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Shadowheart 🤝 Durge

“Who the fuck am I”

Gale 🤝 Karlach 🤝 Durge

“Something inside me wants to destroy”

Shadowheart 🤝Gale 🤝Lae’zel 🤝Durge

"The gods are screwing with us"

Astarion🤝Wyll🤝Durge🤝Karlach

"Being a tyrant’s favourite pet sucks"

Durge 🤝Shadowheart🤝Lae'zel🤝Minthara

"Turns out I'm in a cult"

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I'm just thinking about Durge hugging Sceleritas to themself like he's a squishmallow.

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kill anyone to be popular.

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Don't bother Karlach, he's a bad apple too... (i like the hc that Gortash is into gourmet food, but we all know what kinda food they serve at the House of Hope. He has an iron stomach...)

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it has been said before but it still gets me how durgetash makes blasphemers of each other. The Chosen of Bhaal that wants one man to live. The chosen of Bane that won't accept the other's submission. Excellent flavour

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it frustrates me to see people saying modern Gale would be an AI bro. Modern Gale would hate AI because there is no soul in it, no creativity; it is attempting to 'solve' art with math and he would find that stifling and depressing.

GORTASH IS THE AI BRO stop robbing him of his title. He would be blackmailing people with ai-cloned voices and likenesses, living his best life.

#Gale would be the guy who has art of fractals #Gortash would be the guy calling your grandmother using your own voice #I love them both

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It is a busy day as Karlach, not-quite-an-adult and not-quite-a-kid, follows her employer closely through the streets until they arrive at a tavern where Gortash has booked a room. The man stops by the door, turning to her with a stern gaze.

"You are to stand guard while I prepare for the meeting and let my associate in when she arrives. She doesn't like small-talk, so do try not to be as chatty as usual," he instructs, running a hand through his hair. "Do not let anyone disturb us. If any workers offer refreshments, send them away." Karlach catches him looking at the faint reflection of himself in the window on the opposite wall, adjusting his collar just a little.

"Will do, sir!" she smiles, and when he fixes his hair again she can't help but to chuckle. This earns her a look. A raised eyebrow and a challenge in his glare. "Don't worry Mr. G, you look fine!" she says, smiling wider as his eyebrows shoot even higher.

"Excuse me?" he prods, and she knows she's walking a fine line between banter and insubordination. Fortunately, she has worked with him long enough to know the line quite well.

"You're fidgeting. You keep fixing your hair and clothes. You've been doing it since we turned the corner. I'm sure she'll think you look just fine!"

For a moment Gortash just stares at her, then - to her great surprise - he huffs out a laugh and smiles. Real wide too, wider and warmer than she's seen!

"I suppose you are right," he admits. "I could be covered in oil and filth and she wouldn't care, but here I am. Fidgeting, as you put it."

"Don't sweat it, sir! She probably won't mind. And if she does, that hair-ornament you picked up earlier from the jewelers will probably make her forgive you." She dares to give him a little wink, a little tease.

That draws a smirk from him - and a quick pat on his pocket to see that the box is still there. He nods and opens the door.

"Remember; don't let us be disturbed."

"Roger that, sir," she salutes.

It takes a little while before her boss' lady friend arrives. She wears a cloak with a hood that covers her face, but she knows the password Karlach had been given.

After an hour, almost two, the woman leaves. Her hood is down this time, but Karlach doesn't get a good look of her face.

The ornament glints beautifully in her hair, however.

#baldurs gate 3 #durgetash #enver gortash #karlach #karlach cliffgate #ficlet #my writing

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