#durgetash anons

[animentality]

Amnesiac Durge goes to Gortash's office in the fortress and asks (a variation of) "What was I to you?"

Gortash steps forward, and takes hold of their hand. "Everything," he says. "You were mine." There's silence for a moment. Durge should be appalled because this is Gortash! Chosen of Bane, sold Karlach to Zariel, Archduke pretender! But something in their addled mind tells them that he was their everything too. That they were his.

And then they fuck. They do so every night behind the camp's back, your romance's back. After they defy Bhaal and get reborn by Withers. Durge still doesn't remember, but they like this, they feel oddly safe, it's right.

And then Gortash dies, either by their hand or the Brain's, and they now recognise that feeling of a hole in their heart from when they first awoke on the Nautilod.

It was him. And Durge weeps.

Hey anon...WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM

#REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #uuuuurgh #ok #so i love #just love #what was i to you #and uh #yeah #stop trying to murder me #durgetash anons #have some goddamn chill #EEEEEE #you NERD #affectionate

[banes-favourite]

Gortash may never admit them, but what sweet nothings would he most desire whispered in his ear?

Aw man, he really would never admit it and it may be a bit cliché but he'd LOVE praise. absolutely fucking love it. especially when it'd be coming from durge? like he gets to hear praise all day long being a Lord but hearing it from his favourite assassin is veeerry different.

like it starts out generic, durge praising his mind and his body and his hair and his eyes etc. but then it gets a little personal

"I love you for who you are"

"I'll adore you no matter what"

"I worship your scars"

"I'll kill you last and join you in death"

and then gortash is on the verge of either cumming or crying and he genuinely can't choose

#bg3 #gortash #enver gortash #anon #asks #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 gortash #durgetash #durge #bg3 durge

[mightymizora]

Hello and thank you for your content! I’m feeling down and craving soft Durgetash headcanons. Maybe you have any? Or can recommend someone who does? Or can ask your follower to share some? Please 🥺

Hello anon! I'm so sorry you're feeling down.

I'm not sure I'm particularly useful for soft Durgetash headcanons because of the person I am (XD) but I have a few small things from my own little pairing:

When they are in a good spell, they spend a lot of time (too much time, in the eyes of some of their peers) just together. Not doing anything particular, just... together. Reading documents, writing letters, reviewing plans. They're like two cats occupying the same space and calling it enrichment.

Durge reads Gortash's notes and makes their own suggestions. He would never admit it, but it's probably the most intimate thing they do to him.

Occasionally he's attempted to sketch The Dark Urge, but can never get it right; his drawings are too clinical, how could he ever capture the beauty of their movement, the fire in their eyes?

This leads to him hiring a portrait artist to capture them. He wants to own the only image of them in the world.

Durge allows Gortash to pierce their ears and place jewellery on their body. This is to them probably the most intimate thing they have done.

Gortash feeds Durge their first taste of refined sugar. They get a sugar high from it, and think they have been poisoned.

I would love to open this up to reblogs from my much sweeter mutuals!

#durgetash #I tried anon! I tried my best #and omitted the bad stuff around some of this stuff lmao #enver gortash #manva warhelm

[shaykai]

If I could. You mentioned durgetash ideas?

Imagine them both, the two edgiest people in the realm, waking up together after their night of machinations and evil plans, and they're completely messed up.

By which i mean "awful bedhead forgot to clean up their eyeliner crusty mess" levels of messed up.

Idk, there's just nothing funnier to me than the evilest couple in the realm just absolutely defeated by bedhead.

They’re a little hungover (and Gortash has a meeting he forgot about or something)

#doodle #sketch #oc #Vat’il #enver gortash #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 durge #bg3 oc #bg3 gortash #durgetash #anon #ask #the dark urge

[daemon-in-my-head]

Casually considering that the Durge that comes back to Gortash is so much colder than the one he lost. Durge has known nothing but Bhaal’s bloody desires and the rage of being a victim to an unknown assailant, there’s none of the loyalty or ambition in them. This new Durge is angry, bloodthirsty and has no care for equals, only their own satisfaction and survival.

There are no memories of the trust and partnership that was courted, no hints of any of the friendship or camaraderie, just cold rage and death, a true Chosen of Bhaal, the pride of their bloody father in a way they had not been before. Fully committed to Bhaal’s vision of utter decimation.

Dear anon, did you read my mind? Did you hack into my account? Can I kiss you with tongue? I have queued a post talking about something like this for tomorrow, please what is this. Like literally- See below for snipped.

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Okay fangirling aside; yes just yes. I'm a massive sucker for Durges that return, and they're different, colder, and perhaps even angry about what that tyrant dares to insinuate (not so fun fun fact, that was actually the beginning of me picking up writing for Durgetash). I just need the tragedy of it all.

The weapon that wished to spare has become nothing but a dulled blade, only existing for its one purpose, hacking and slashing away at everything and everyone, getting in their way even if it's the only person who'd truly ever seen them as something more than the tool they were created to be. The tool they previously refused to be.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #durgetash #enver gortash #bg3 durge #bg3 gortash #anon ask

[plethomacademia]

Ok I am going to open this up: I am getting a commission of a default dark urge X enver gortash romance novel cover. Vintage style, think 80s peak Fabio times, like this is the vibe:

Anyway, I need a title! I have a list going and some discords percolating on it, but if you have one you would like to share, feel free to! Asks are open, dms are open, anons are allowed do not make me turn them off (also i want to be friends with anyone who finds this idea fun)! I am getting this commission because I think we deserve something ridiculous like this to exist and I want it to be as rad as possible.

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 #dark urge #durgetash #dark urge x gortash #enver gortash #request #don't make me turn off anon

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Are requests still open and/or any interest in writing Durgetash pegging? 🖤

they are open. but I already filled this particular prompt before… 👀

Equals on AO3

I’ll throw it under the cut for you 😇

Gortash led her to his bedroom, a smug grin on his face.

“Well done with Orin, friend”, he started, looking at the Dark Urge, or Duri as her friends called her, with respect. “We should celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” Her eyes wandered across the room: A bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a side table. Nothing of interest, nothing exciting. Certainly no drinks. “We’ve come to the wrong room, then.”

The Archduke chuckled, a low and confident sound. “You really don’t remember anything, do you?” He let his gaze fall over her body. The slow, vulgar gesture left little to her imagination of what he wanted her to recall.

Scoffing, she turned around, unwilling to entertain his antics, but he caught her by the wrist. “I could be good for you”, he murmured, “Help you remember.”

The way he pulled her body against his was practised and intimate, a motion he seemed to have done a hundred times prior, and something within her stirred in recognition. His arm wrapped around her waist, pressing against her lower back which arched into his touch instinctively, earning her a satisfied chuckle from Gortash. But she didn’t want this. Who did he think he was?

Anger flushed her cheeks red as she pushed him off of her.

“Stop this immediately”, she snarled, but his eyes twitched in anticipation.

“Still a brat”, he mocked her, strolling past her to a side table, opening a drawer wide so they could both see its contents exposed: A small bottle with a thick liquid, plugs, a phallus made of metal, different leather harnesses, a whip, clamps, and more toys Duri couldn’t immediately identify.

Turning towards her, Gortash licked his lips and smirked, holding up the metal phallus in his right hand. “You particularly loved taking that cock up your ass while I buried myself in your cunt. I’d be happy to remind you, dear.”

He actually was serious. A whole city on the brink of war with an increasingly rogue Elder Brain. A series of murders he did nothing to stop. And he wanted to fuck.

Sure.

Spite settled in her chest, making her feel warm and fuzzy. She’d stopped indulging in hate and cruelty, but spite? That she could do.

“You said you wanted us to be equals, did you not?”, she suddenly asked him. Gortash nodded. “Of course.”

Grinning, she took a step towards him and took the dildo from his hand, wrapping her hand around it suggestively, stroking it up and down while the Archduke watched her with piercing eyes.

“In that case”, she brought the phallus to her mouth and licked over the tip while holding eye contact with Gortash, “Why don’t you take this up your ass instead?”

He scoffed, laughed, then fell silent when she held his gaze, unfazed by his reaction.

“I did not think you would enjoy that”, he mumbled after another brief pause, sizing her up.

“Hearing you whimper?” She giggled. “I would enjoy that very much.”

His eyes darkened as he visibly struggled with himself until he eventually took a step back, arms clasped behind his back.

“Fine. Why not? Show me you can be my equal.” His tone was still cocky and smug, his head held high.

Motherfucker–

“No”, her voice cut sharply across the room. “ You show me that you can be my equal. On your knees. Now.”

A silent battle broke out between them, fought solely with their glares, but ultimately, Gortash relented, his mouth twitching upwards as he lowered himself to his knees.

Oh, this would be fun.

She walked over to him, taking leisurely, deliberate steps; the sound of her boots echoed through the room. When she stopped in front of him, she ran her fingers through his ridiculous hair.

“Who ever told you this haircut looks good?”, she asked, almost to herself, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Really?”

“Your shirt’s not laced up properly either”, she mumbled, now firmly set on putting him in his place. “But you think you can make demands of me?”

He bit his lip. “You… used to enjoy that”, he replied, the faintest hint of insecurity in his tone.

“Did I, now? Enjoy submitting to a rat of a man posing as a ruler?” She watched his eyes twitch angrily as he swallowed slowly.

“Yes.”

Laughing, she pushed his head away. “Cute.”

Kneeling in front of her now, Gortash seemed to be little more than a man begging to be fucked. He could posture all he wanted, Duri saw right through him. Underneath it all, he craved someone to tell him what to do. To lighten the burden. Intrigued, she came to a sudden conclusion: She’d be happy to.

“Go wash up”, was what she ordered him next, and his eyebrows shot up, forming a question.

“I just bathed–“

“Oh so you do have a bath! Great. Now leave. And don’t come back until you’re sparkling clean.” She held his gaze, watching him fight with himself with interest. After a brief moment, he sighed, steadied himself on his legs, and left.

Duri used the time alone to stroll around his bedroom, opening random drawers and inspecting their contents. It wasn’t particularly interesting, besides a stack of correspondence that had her name on it, and a couple of notebooks full of sketches. Eventually she returned to the side table which had the toys, familiarizing herself with her options.

“Found something you like?”, Gortash interrupted her, standing naked in the doorframe, hair wet and slicked back. He was attractive, she had to admit, unsurprised she’d slept with him before her amnesia.

She let her gaze fall over his body, then nodded slowly. “Yes.”

His eyes burned their gaze onto hers in response, and she saw his cock was half-hard already, seemingly having grown from their short interaction. She wetted her lips, then stepped up to him.

“Come here”, she demanded, pointing towards the bed behind her, “And get down on all fours like the dog that you are.”

He rolled his eyes and moved, but when he passed her she reached between his legs, squeezing his balls so hard he yelped.

“No rolling your eyes”, she said strictly, and his breathing grew heavy as she rolled his sensitive parts between her fingers. “Understood?”

“Y-yes”, he cleared his throat, nodding, his eyes piercing hers again.

When she let go of him, his cock had gone fully erect, much to her delight. Seemed the lordling was more into this than he’d let on.

Gortash got down on all fours as she’d asked, and Duri took slow, leisurely steps around the bed, then crawled up on it next to him. She let her hands run over his exposed back, gently first, then more and more forcefully, before she started using her finger nails, scratching his skin in repeated, torturous motions. Sighing softly when a shiver rolled down his spine, she stopped and slapped his ass with her hand, chuckling.

“Are you sure this wasn’t exactly what you wanted?”, she teased him, leaving the bed briefly to grab some of the stuff from the drawer.

“Hardly”, he grunted, tone still annoyed.

“Hardly indeed”, she teased when she returned to the bed, reaching around his waist to stroke the full length of his cock. He was hard and broad in her hand, his tip wet with precum, and Gortash groaned when she started massaging him.

Duri stopped to open the small bottle with what she identified as lube, and when she drizzled it onto his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so it could drip down to his hole, he drew a sharp breath in.

Reaching back around him to stroke his length with one arm, she used her other hand to slowly spread the thick liquid onto his hole; gently kneading the surrounding area with her fingertips. While she hovered her index finger against his entrance, she let her other hand wander backwards to tend to his balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand like before, only more tenderly.

“Has someone ever fucked you like this?”, she asked, wondering how much he could take from her.

“It’s… been a while”, he declared hoarsely, and she wasn’t surprised. He seemed the dominant type, mostly, but that didn’t deter her. Quite the contrary, actually.

She started to work her finger into his entrance, and he gasped while his body adjusted, stretching to accommodate her with plenty of lube. Duri started stroking his cock again, and he let out a moan, so loud that it startled both of them.

“Hmmm”, she hummed with satisfaction, “Taking it well, so far.”

Gortash groaned at the praise, and when she started to add a second finger his hips yanked forwards, then backwards, erratic movements purely driven by need, his muscles clenching tightly around her.

Sliding the fingers in and out again until she could fit them in wholly up to her knuckles, she heard him grunt, then sigh, then moan.

“Good little tyrant”, she whispered, voice sultry and low, and she could see he grabbed the bedsheets with his fists. “Stay just like that.”

Duri pulled out of him, took off her clothes quickly, and used one of the harnesses to attach the metal phallus to herself. It was quite the intricately crafted cock, and as she used her hand to spread lube on it, she realized it was an exact copy of Gortash’s own dick.

“Taking your own cock up your ass”, she sighed, pushing the tip slightly against his entrance. “What a sight.”

He didn’t reply, but when she entered him, he let out the most delicious moan she’d ever heard.

“Fuck”, he grunted, breathing heavy and quickened, “You absolute bitch.”

Adding even more lube, Duri pulled out slowly, just to push back in again, slower and deeper this time. Underneath her, the Archduke groaned, goosebumps rolling down his spine all the way to his thighs. She gave him a slap on his ass.

“Bitch?”, she chuckled, noticing how her clit rubbed against the base of the phallus, sending heat down between her legs in steady motions. “I only see one bitch right now, and he’s on his knees in front of me.”

He cursed her, called her more names, but his body didn’t lie: His hips thrust back into her, greedy and aroused, and Duri felt herself climbing towards a luxurious high.

Picking up the pace, she started fucking him in earnest, pounding into his ass with passion, holding his hips in place with her hands. His moans turned into whimpers as he raced towards his climax, and when he was nothing more than unintelligible sounds, she reached around him to wrap her hand around his cock.

Gortash came with a wail, hips bucking violently. His seed shot onto the bed, some of it dripping onto her fingers, and his arms gave out as soon as she pulled out of him, letting himself fall down to the side.

Lying on his back, he gasped for air, forearm covering his eyes.

“Good job”, Duri complimented him, “You really did fuck yourself.”

At that, he chuckled, lowering his arm so he could look at her. He took her in, her breasts, her waist, her thighs, her arms stemmed to the sides of her hips. Licking his lips, he sighed.

“I’ve missed you–“

“But you aren’t done”, she interrupted him, undoing the harness and throwing it to the side. Raising his eyebrows, he shot her a questioning look.

“Oh?”

Duri crawled up to him, then sat down on his face.

“Get to work”, she commanded, and she’d barely finished the sentence when his mouth was already on her, tongue dipping between her folds, hands finding her thighs.

Fuck. They really must have fucked a lot – else she couldn’t explain how he knew exactly what got her going, what made her squirm, and moan, and mewl; all while she rode his face.

She was panting quickly, the way he laid there, eyes closed, mouth on her cunt, stirring at her core. More and more heat pooled between her legs, and when he dug his nails into her inner thighs, it drove her over the edge. She came, hips bucking into him, and she heard him breathe her in deeply, mouth slowly closing to plant a few last kisses between her sensitive thighs.

When she was done, she climbed off of him with shaky legs, then let herself fall into the covers.

“See”, Gortash started, “I told you I could be good–”

“Shut the fuck up”, she giggled, and his own laughter mixed with hers as they laid there.

“But yes”, she started after a pause, “Maybe we should celebrate more often.”

“As equals?” He chuckled.

Duri turned to face him, grinning. “Potentially.”

#gortash asks #enver gortash #durgetash #gortash x durge #bg3 smut #my writing #anon asks

[crossdressingdeath]

In the post about the Nocturne-Gortash parallels, you state "clearly neither of them are happy that this person who means so much to them doesn't remember them." Can you explain more about Gortash showing he's unhappy with Durge's memory loss? I'm only vaguely Durgetash brained, but it always sort of bothered me that he's so willing to discard us even though we used to be close (like with the Baldur's Mouth article or if we give him the Netherstones when he asks). I got the impression he wasn't that sad, but I haven't played a lot of the dialogue options and missed some events. Would love to hear more about this!

I will admit, you don't necessarily have to read it as him being Not Pleased that his friend doesn't remember him, I am extremely Durgetash brained and tend to read everything through that lens. A lot of it is his tone; when he says things like "Then [Orin] didn't lie - the past is lost to you" it just feels sad. Again, my Durgetash brainrot might be causing me to read into it, but it's still a thing. A lot of it is also just... he's so damn delighted to see Durge again and so desperate to team up with them again that it would feel absolutely bizarre if he wasn't upset that they didn't remember him.

I think part of the problem is that there are a lot of places in act 3 where it feels like Durge should get unique dialogue and they don't. I mean, I'd like the opportunity to confirm that they and Gortash were lovers, but even setting aside my Durgetash brainrot there's things like how if you read Gortash's mind at the coronation regarding the alliance Durge gets the same "This one shows promise" line that everyone else does even though Gortash has known and worked with them for at least a decade (assuming he got the Steel Watch plans in the same heist where Durge recovered their family's torture racks, anyway). Some of his speed at abandoning them if they fuck up can be read as him deciding that Durge isn't the same person they were before and so he doesn't want to work with them (for example if you refuse the alliance or obediently hand over the Netherstones, both of which I think we can say with relative certainty are things the old Durge would never have done), but even then I feel like that deserves more of a response than just "Have you gone soft?" This problem isn't exclusive to Gortash-related scenes, both Nine-Fingers and Viconia have documents in their respective hideouts explicitly confirming that their organizations know Durge well enough to recognize them as a high-ranking Bhaalist on sight and neither of them say shit when Durge strolls in to chat with them, but Gortash's relationship with Durge was so close and apparently genuinely affectionate that it's really obvious when he switches to generic lines with them.

#bg3 #durgetash #durge #asks #anon

[sankttealeaf]

What do you think are our idiots favorite things about the other? I love them your honor 😩

i love them too, anon! they hurt my brain sometimes :')

from the start rue's always admired that gortash doesn't seen her as bhaal's chosen - he sees her as her. it's nice to be treated as a person and not idolised for what shes made of

her favourite thing about him is probably his mind - he's smart. she enjoys listening to him talk about his little tinkering projects even when she doesn't fully follow his train of thought. she's always liked how clever he is (and 100% believes it will be his downfall one day)

also she really likes his hair. she gets him to grow it out so she can braid it. also very useful to pull on it when he annoys her.

oh! his hands, too. despite whatever she tries to tell you, she does enjoy holding his hands :) theyre warm and her hands are very cold and its a nice mix. the guy gestures a lot when he speaks, of course she's going to be transfixed on them

gortash really admires rue's control over her urges. (i may be making this up but wasnt there a line where gort says his lord admired durge too? i think ive made that up. or read that as a hc someone else had. either way i do like that thought.) for a man who's whole thing is about control, seeing rue choose to (unknowingly) defy bhaal's intentions for her by hanging out with him is something hes pretty impressed by

theyve had conversations before where gortash has told her that she doesnt need to be defined by her father's will. sure, she can kill but it doesnt have to be in his name.

i think he's less of a physical enjoyer of her and more of a general vibe enjoyer of her. sure, she's pretty and that definitely helps their partnership, but being able to communicate with someone on the same level as him hits different. theyre equals and he's glad he doesnt need to talk down to her in order for this partnership to go as he plans

he also quite likes her magic. there's something enjoyable about watching the way she bends the weave under her control (again, theres a theme here)

theyre so silly to me :3

#; tea time #anon #thanks for this anon!!!! #i love them so so much #enver gortash #the dark urge #durgetash #; chaos + control

[wetcatspellcaster]

Top 5 BG3 pairings!

oooh, that is a good question lmao.

Astarion/Tav (kinda obliged to do this if I'm honest, we all know who I am)

Rolan/Tav

Raphael/Tav (Tav just really having a good time with every eton-accented man in this game i guess 😌😌😌)

Gale/Tav (but also Gale/Shadowheart/Tav thanks to one very compelling fanfic)

Dame Aylin/Isobel just inches out Shadowheart/Lae'zel, they were both excellent fighter/healer pairings but Aylin is such a massive simp she just manages to take it.

ask me my top 5 things!

#asks #anons #top 5 ask game #i honestly think that most ships in this game are pretty compelling #but the shout out to raphael/tav bc for me it scratches the villain-mancer itch that I think other people go to durgetash for

[animentality]

one of my fav crack au ideas is "villains suddenly have to watch a baby" so i had a ooc completely unserious thought: one day durge shows up with a child they in no way could have participated in making (like dragonborn durge with a dwarf or drow baby) and tell gortash "hey this is my baby, can u watch it for a little while i gotta go deal with some nonsense in the temple"

and gortash is completely blindsided he's like "this is your baby???" looks at it sleeping in his arms for a minute and is like "... this is OUR baby."

durge comes back and gortash is carrying the baby in one of those wraps on his chest and drinking from a mug that says #1 stepdad and suddenly doesn't have the heart to tell him they were gonna eat the baby

Anon.

Anon.

You just.

You just fucking

Hit me with a shotgun with that final sentence.

Congratulations on being funnier than I could ever be.

Holy shit.

I'm actually - I'm retiring, I'll never top that.

This is the funniest durgetash shit I've ever seen in my life, and I will never ever beat it.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash #I AM SO MAD #that the funniest durgetash post on this fucking blog #IS NOT EVEN ONE I WROTE #ANON you just had to embarrass me h uh #you just clopped me #good work #i deserved it

[banes-favourite]

wait no, like this: durge comes to the coronation and gortash has to pretend to be confident and all because everyones watching. then after the coronation he goes to his room and the Second the door closes behind him he just SOBS because hes been holding it in for so long and now theyre back and its like a dam breaking.

(having to compose himself quickly a moment later because durge followed him here as he asked)

ahhh please,, all the grief he went through, all the tears he held back, all the agony and pain and stress, they all just overwhelm him cause they're back and they're alive.

and the immediate follow up of having to pull himself together instantly because this isn't him. he's not someone emotional, he's not one to miss or grieve. especially because durge doesn't have their memories - they don't know about the side of him that does hold and show emotion, so he has to push those feelings down, wipe away his tears and put his mask of perfection back on.

#it's so tragic how repressed he is #bg3 #enver gortash #gortash #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 gortash #asks #anon #durgetash #durge bg3 #durge

[veilkeeper]

Idea: Durge learning how to tattoo from Inkspiller Dave, and then using that skill to give Gortash a tattoo(or multiple!)

Maybe going off of the idea of Gortash giving Durge a tattoo, both of them have at least one tattoo that they got from the other

god thats so cute though. i REALLY like the idea of gortash either giving durge a tattoo or at least gifting durge a tattoo, but the idea of them giving each other little tattoos is actually going to live in my head forever now.

...perhaps because it conveniently slots into my "durge wakes up on the nautiloid with a gift from gortash on their person" hc, and all those associated feelings. but the idea that gortash also has a gift from them, a tattoo or something, that he cherishes... ough.

#anon youre a genius im kissing you on the mouth #asks #bg3 #durge #durgetash #inkspiller dave

[mightymizora]

Hey! I just binged all your Durge fics and, respectfully, GRRRGJGFHFHFJFJFJFJ.

Seriously, though. Your prose is amazing and you paint such a beautiful picture of Manva.

Love your interpretation of Gortash too!!!

Aaaa thank you so much anon!

I’m always so so delighted when people like them!? I find them so endlessly inspiring, which probably isn’t a good thing.

And thank you for saying that about my take on Gort! He’s so bloody difficult to write imo, I am so in awe of people who can really get the scheming plotting side of him down. I worry in equal parts that I make him too malevolent and too soft so I’m glad he’s reading well! I’ve got a lot of stuff centred on him in the WIPs list so I have to get over my worries, ha.

If people are interested it’s mostly on Ao3 though there are some short fills that are on tumblr under my Manva Warhelm tag (I should probably collect these somewhere...) Theres plenty to come too…

#waking up to this has already improved my insomnia racked mood #thank you so much anon! #manva Warhelm #enver gortash #durgetash

[swordcreature]

THAT GORTASH COMIC MADE ME LOSE MY MIND ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING DURGETASH CUS I HAVE SOOOOO MANY IDEAS.

ugh okay so my wormy brain really appreciates the tragedy and doomed nature of durgetash (and ngl i'm a gortash enthusiast alright okay i admit it i mean that chest hair? c'monnn)

but i'm not sure if i'd be able to write well for them tbh it's a tone i haven't really tried before

but i think at the very least i'd be willing to give it a try!! if you want to send a request/prompt/suggestion i can take a look and give it a try!

i'm usually pretty willing to try things at least once before i outright say no

#asks #anon #durgetash

[dracolichbitch]

Why tag posts telling people you don’t enjoy a ship/character with that ship/character? Want others to come into your space and tell you your ships are lame?

First of all, I never said that durgetash was lame. I didn’t even say I don’t LIKE durgetash. In fact I specifically say that I do like durgetash.

What I said is that durge doesn’t feel like loose enough for me to really register them as an oc, so I like tavtash more because I feel like I have more creative liberty with it

That said, I like WRITING tavtash more for myself but I still enjoy reading other peoples durgetash bc not everything is about me

Also I tagged durgetash because I wanted to encourage people to talk about their own durgetash and their ocs and maybe get some view points about durge as an oc

Also I think that if animentality can go on this huge shitty rant about how much they hate tavtash and fill OUR tag with actual hatred and vitriol for our ship, I can leave a milquetoast comment that’s not even negative about durgetash and is more frankly about my ocs mentioned in it in yours

Oh and not that it matters but Vinari and Jura are both my durges AND my tav so it still counts

In other words, If you want to come at me for the things I say, at least be accurate about what I’m saying. Otherwise all due respect but you can suck my dick

#tavtash #durgetash #tagging it as durgetash JUST for you sweet cheeks #if it’s ok for big name durgetash blogs to shit all over tavtash in our tags you can handle my little post #fuck you #also if you’re so sensitive that you can’t handle someone saying they like something but like something similar a little better then you #need to get off the Internet and grow a spine #clearly you don’t have one since you sent this on anon