#durge hcs

[wisecrackzach]

Durge HCs (with appearances from Gortash)

Some hc rotating in my brain about my durge but I'm too lazy to write fics rn so this is my outlet

The Dark Urge and Gortash learned how to ballroom dance together. Gortash knew he was going to take over Baldur's Gate and figured he should know how to dance like the rich do (he's the kinda guy who believes in dressing for the job you want). So, he decides to teach himself and Durge too since he wants to rule with them. It was clumsy, messy, and got a little violent, bloody, and even erotic at times.

Gortash also made Durge do some other proper society training. Obviously, Durge wasn't built for proper society but Gortash dreamed of it and now thay dream included Durge. So, he made them also learn what fork to use for when (the beast and belle dinner scene frfr) and posture training. Durge hated this very much. They threatened Gortash life many times and many fork were stabbed into hands.

I refuse to believe that Gortash doesn't know how to lace his shirt. Therefore, I've decided that durge used to lace them that way because they were always dressed by their followers so they didn't know how. And now Gortash keeps it that way.

I 100% think that Gortash is obsessed with money and appearing rich. He buys gaudy expensive clothes but doesn't know how to wear them or the current trends because he didn't grow up rich. So, he looks kinda silly with his ugly red shoes and anxiety robe but no one dares make fun of him for it.

And because he cared about clothes and presentation he would buy Durge a lot of clothes that durge probably never wore.

Durge probably went to the shoe store Gortash's parents own when they were a kid before becoming the dark urge.

Orin and Durge are kinda like Zuko and Azula to me. Like even though they're both kinda fucked up inside and hate each other, they're still siblings. They probably had dumb arguments as teens like normal siblings but a little bloodier. And they probably braided each other hair and cared for one enough without admitted it was that. I wish so badly their could be an ending with Orin with a redeemed Durge like their was with Zuko and Azula.

Kinda fucked up but I wouldn't put it past them, Orin and Gortash hooked up after the Durge was taken. Buuut Orin would be shapeshifted into Durge for Gortash. Additionally, Orin used the Durge form to mess with Gortash just for fun.

Redeemed Durge HCs

The general public does not know about Durge being from Bhaal's temple and kinda being the cause of it all. Except for Duke Ravengard (if alive). Which makes it really awkward for a Durge romancing Wyll because his father is so clearly scared of Durge. They feel bad and they're trying to calm him but he's definitely resents them a little.

Durge probably killed Gortash's parents after the whole saving the world thing in the good ending. Like this might be a redeemed durge but they still killed them cause they still felt bad for Gortash and his parents sucked.

Durge made a memorial for Orin, Gortash, and Ketheric. Maybe they even added The Dark Urge too, just to remind themselves that's not who they are anymore.

If Durge is a warlock then original their patron is Bhaal but after they reject him Withers is their new patron.

Since they're kinda the hero of Baldur's Gate now, Durge was forced to do a bunch of public appearances and go to fancy parties and balls. Unfortunately, they've forgotten everything that Gortash taught them before about being in the upper crust so Durge is totally lost and feels like a rabid wolf in a bowtie. However, the gang helps them where they can. Primarily, Wyll and Astarion. Lae'zel offers advice but it's never any good...

#durge hc #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 hc #bg3 hcs #durge hcs #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #bg3 gortash #enver gortash #gortash x durge

[alibonbonn]

A @corviiids tweet that is very important to me 🙏 I'm always thinking about spawn Astarion how he loves the sun

#i am spending am unhealthy amount of time thinking about hcs of my durge and astarion going on cute adventures after the game #if you shitpost to my very particular niche vibe you are my muse i cant explain it #is hot spring running water? i think Astarion deserves to have a hot spring vacation #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #Astarion #alibonbonn #corviiids #alidraws

[cats-obsessions]

Durge and Gortash progressively playing a game of chicken as their relationship progresses where they continuously do vaguely threatening yet innocent gestures to test each other’s (dis)trust. It starts with something simple like Gortash placing his hand on Durge’s shoulder near their neck. He just wants to see the Bhaalspawn squirm, he justifies. Of course, Durge plays along- they won’t show weakness. So, it becomes a game. They do things like playing with a dagger while they talk, cutting the loose thread off each others’ shirt collar, bringing each other food or drinks with no guarantee it’s not poisoned, Durge insisting on shaving Gortash’s quickly growing beard for him after too many long nights planning. In the end, it just becomes habit, and they’ve just tricked themselves into allowing this intense domestic affection, allowing vulnerability and showing unquestioned trust. Oops. They still think it’s edgy though. Anyone else who sees it thinks they’re just married.

#it could vary from incredibly normal to unhinged ‘your life is in my hands’ #but even if it’s something normal like bringing the other coffee #they’re so weirdly intense about it at first #bc it is intense to them who never trusted another soul #stitching each others wounds is a good one #my Durge has an eyebrow piercing and I hc Gortash convinced Durge to let him do it #durgetash #goretash #enver gortash #gortash #durge #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #lord enver gortash #cats thoughts

[artist-rat]

decided to turn this main party + durge reveal pic into a series of how they're doing as i proceed in the game :} part two<3

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #durge #astarion #karlach #wyll #oc: tavis #fun times in the shadowlands :-D <3 #i thought it was funny to strut to meet ketheric in the wrecked dark justiciar armors my point was to just look cool but it was kinda like #👁️👄👁️ Hi the past is here to haunt and maim u boi #(also i didn't change durge's looks randomly i hc her horns are growing ingame!) (due to.. totally normal and not evil reasons...)

[wild-magic-oops]

The first time Gale talks at length about magic to Durge, Durge gets hit with a strong deja vu of Gortash doing the same thing but about engineering/machines/etc, and while Durge's brain has a huge hole in it and can't put a face or a name to the man in the memory, he immediately knows he's still very much into men who can talk passionately for 2 hours straight about their fav topic. A must have quality.

#I usually stick to canon Gale-Gortash parallels but this one time I'll indulge my hc about Gortash #also Gale deserves a LI who adores listening to him talk passionately #durgegale #durgetash #the dark urge #durge #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale #enver gortash #gortash #bg3 #my posts #galemance

[edeacross]

💍Matching rings 💍

I’m having a holiday break soon, I may or may not continue this when I come back, so here’s my work so far!

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[wastelandbarbie]

hc that durge prior to the big bonk was actually very smart. in another life he would have made an amazing doctor due to his aptitude for medicine, anatomy, plants n poisons. my durge is running around with 8 intelligence, head hurty. he knows he used to know more things. i think durge would relate a lot to gale in that they're both mourning a loss of skills that's probably very frustrating and upsetting. i also like to imagine that sceleritas fel was really the one who raised durge a la london & mr. mosby sweet life of zack and cody. sceleritas fel isnt durge's dad but he IS the dad who stepped up. durge probably still hated him but like in a loving way; where he would bite and kill sceleritas multiple times a day, annoyed that sceleritas is nothing but supportive about it like "excellent work young master you grow in rottenness by the hour" and it's like a snarling teenage durge who's mad that he essentially has a babysitter on his ass 24/7 to keep him in line with Bhaal's demands. sceleritas supported baby durge in everything and probably encouraged him to study and continually improve his skills 🥺

#bg3 #durge #bg3 durge #tag: my thots #gale #bg3 gale #durge hc #bg3 hc #sceleritas fel

[snakes-are-kinda-cool]

Wyll and Vervaine carrying each other: a series of diagrams

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 durge #bg3 wyll #wyll ravengard #baldur’s gate wyll #durge #durge x wyll #tav x wyll #the dark urge #this is like my first time drawing Wyll #I need to practice more #to do him justice!!😤💪 #my prince! #my princess even!!! #also i hc that he got a tail because it’s cooler #and also I straight up thought he did for several days for some reason #my art

[tacogoats]

Unwell about the idea of Orin using Durge's face to keep the charade going of the Durge still being around, so Gortash doesn't get suspicious.

He does anyway because she didn't understand how real their relationship was - and she slips up. Often. He knew immediately when the Dark Urge became so, so very cold. Nothing like the warmth he has known for years now behind closed doors; because it isn't them.

She is good at fine details of the body; she gets every scar, every little blemish perfectly, but she can never truly imitate the person behind the Urge.

She couldn't have hoped to anyway, because she didn't know who they really were. Only Gortash could, because he is the first to ask.

It surprises her, and infuriates her, even! The mighty Dark Urge, debased into some lovesick puppy yearning after this little Lordling!

And the mistakes that follow are how Gortash learns the Dark Urge is gone.

#bg3 #durgetash #I'm obsessed with the scene where she wears the player's face and it won't leave me like heLLO LARIAN? #I know it's a popular hc that Orin probably wore durge's face to taunt Gortash but I just think she probably did it to keep the charade up- #-until she took hold of everything. and gortash was going to be kept in the dark as long as possible until she could figure out what was- #-going to be inherited from her dear sibling! #I once again have to add I plan to write Orin wearing Veren's face to piss Ketheric off too lmfao. I wonder if the Netherbrain ever saw it- #-too honestly; just Orin parading her sibling's skin around while mocking him relentlessly. chef kiss #Gortash being mortified and then even worse when the REAL Durge walks back in but it's just like Orin again but worse. #Worse because it's really them this time #but there's no weak imitation. it's just. an empty shell.

[soldat-buck]

holy shit you guys, look, there's more.

bg3 culinary headcanons: Absolute Edition

- Minthara: would accidentally fit in as the Addams Family home chef (and be angry about it). Gomez would praise her assassination attempts which flusters her (internally) because she's cooking with the normal amount of poisonous mushroom and not an attempted murder amount (and also she would hate loud, in-your-face-chaotic Gomez SO MUCH. if she wanted him dead, he would be dead, do not insult her assassinating abilities). makes the coolest Halloween party food until you realize it's not fun, spooky-mimicry decoration, those are real black widows on those cupcakes (what? they're venom and merlot flavored) (she used cricket flour, too). you don't know where she gets the "red" for her red velvet cakes, but you *do* know that ignorance is bliss and this is a pretty bitchin' birthday cake, so don't think too hard and just eat it

- Dark Urge (pre-game/embrace): slaughterhouse nightmare aesthetic - chef's apron is leather and something more appropriate for blacksmithing, there are way too many cleavers around (why in the blue fuck is there a meat hook over a drain in the floor?). some people watch tv when they cook. some listen to music, podcasts, or nothing. Durge listens to the Toy Box killer kidnapping tape (not to be mixed up with the (not safe for LIFE) Tool Box killers torture tape. that one is for relaxing baths). watches Dahmer documentaries for culinary inspiration. Hannibal Lecter would find most Durge dishes tasteless and over the top.

- Ketheric: listen, he didn't want me to tell you this [so you did NOT hear it from me], but he actually doesn't eat. he has a symbiotic relationship with the bacteria and fungus that keep his body animated and undying (they're why his blood is black). he consumes rotten things to keep his corpse puppet fungus happy and the corpse puppet fungus allows him to keep his consciousness/sentience and keep serving Myrkul. Myrkul's cool with it, as long as his bidding continues to get done

- Orin: Martha Stewart would have a nervous breakdown upon entering Orin's kitchen. the average person would consider Orin's cooking to be a hate crime. if someone doesn't vomit uncontrollably upon first sight, she considers it an insult (she grew up with a gross misunderstanding of what a Roman vomitorium is). her spaghetti and meatballs is wrapping a handful of uncooked noodles in unseasoned ground meat (she neither knows nor cares whether it's fish or chicken or cow. meat is meat), then baking it in a casserole dish sprinkled with still-condensed tomato soup from a can. Midwestern casserole cooking brought to you by Hell. doesn't use salt because she finds it too spicy. she has an entire pantry section for savory jello

- Gortash: culinary techbro. kitchen is spilling over with unitasker gadgets ("and THIS contraption evenly distributes heat for the perfect boiled egg! what do you mean 'what else does it do'. it boils eggs perfectly i already told you, why the fuck weren't you listening"), and the most stupid, overengineered 'smart' devices ("no no no, you don't understand, this is so helpful. the fork connects to the plate to measure the temperature of the food, and then the plate changes color to warn me if it's too hot, and then i don't burn my tongue, because i really hate that"). despite all of the pricey kitchen shit that he keeps buying, he's skilled at making exactly one dish: microwaved Totino's pizza rolls

(i'm sorry if Gortash is out of character; my brain replaced his voice with John Oliver's and won't put the original back)

if you want more bg3 culinary headcanons, there's also: the Companion Edition

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[lynnlovesthestars]

Okay I only read ONE of your fics and now I’m obsessed, I’m doing one request for Wyll then a second for Gale- you could do either, neither, both- whichever lol

Wyll x Tall!WaterCreature Tav

Idk I just like the thought of a very intimidating/tall creature that even acts tough but completely fumbles and gets insecure once after dating Wyll. Maybe seeing Wyll as the most beautiful thing in the world then getting insecure about being treated so nicely. (Perhaps this could be a smut?)

OH I AM SO LATE AND IM SORRY BUT IT TOOK ME A WHILE, I REWROTE IT A FEW TIMES BEFORE COMPLETING IT, AND JUST TODAY I GOT MY BETA READER'S REPLY SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO IM GOING TO PROVIDE. I HOPE YOULL LIKE IT.. I LEFT IT GENDER NEUTRAL..

Pairing: Wyll x Reader (Tall! water creature- water nymph)

Genre: fluff smut, slight body worship, oral reader recieving, improper use of horns and mentions of forked tongue

WC: 1.5k

Master list

SEASALT

Wyll had many reasons to be intimidated when you two met: years of wandering through the wasteland of the hells made the vastity of the sea foreign to him, including those who lived amongst them. So at first glance he couldn't tell the difference between a Rusalka and you, a simple water nymph.

Initially, when he first started doting you he was always wondering if it was possible for you to be so breathtaking or you charmed him with your voice like sirens were rumored to do. He was relieved- and low-key flustered, when he realized that it was way beyond siren's lullabies, you had lured him with your kindness and those stunning blue eyes he hardly could resist.

He was in love and- despite his poor attempt at hiding it- everyone noticed how his eyes gleamed with a different light when he looked at you. 

You had disappeared in the woods to take a bath, no more than a couple hundred meters from camp, while Gale started fixing dinner for everyone, as much as Wyll wanted to resist the urge to join you, fully aware of your shyness, when Gale asked for a volunteer to fetch you, he didn't hesitate to suggest himself.

He quickly scurried through the trees, uncaring if the roots of the trees or the branches would slap him, quickly making his way to the clearing.

You were truly a work of art, swimming fluidly around the lake, with nothing to cover you but water. It was as if you melted in the cold water, becoming one with it and mixing with it in a mesmerizing swirl.

He was so focused on following your movements that he almost forgot why he rushed to find you, and barely made a sound.

His eyes lingered on your hips, and on the curve they formed, they lingered on your chest rising rhythmically as you started another lap, and he wondered what your skin tasted like.

Was it sweet like lake water, or was it salty like an ocean? He wondered what it felt to trace the curves of your body with his devilish tongue, whether it would make you squirm or leave you breathless.

He snapped out of it when he heard the sound of leaves crunching and your figure slowly- or so it seemed to him- leave the water behind you, emerging with grace from the surface, as if the water was a veil over your form.

He quickly cleared his throat, taking a step closer and gently cupping your cheek. “Truly breathtaking” He smiled as he rested his other hand on your naked hip. You couldn't help but blush, the blueish hue of your skin turning a pretty shade of purple in with a blush so warm it would have made water boil.

“I didn’t expect you here” You smiled softly, a smile that would snatch Wyll’s soul away in the blink of an eye.

“Couldn’t resist you” He smiled smitten as he kissed your cheek lovingly. The sweet taste of lake water lingered on his lips as he kissed your jaw, and then right underneath on your neck, sending waves of goosebumps down your spine. The lingering feeling of his lips on your skin almost cut your breath away as he took one long moment to worship your skin.

“Let me taste you” He whispered after hearing your soft moan, giving in to the ache in his stomach for something more;

“What happen to waiting until marriage?” You chuckled as he guided you down to lay on the grass, the pinpricks of the thousands of strands of green grass delicately scraped against your skin, just enhancing your senses. It was pointless to cover yourself, he had already admired every inch by the time you were conscious of his lingering eyes. 

“I’m just gonna leave a few kisses, promise” He murmured as his lips trailed down your neck with open mouthed kisses. His touch, his mouth, they were languid as he traced every inch of your skin with it, as no matter how many times he had grasped at your hips, they were never enough for him, they were never engraved well enough in his mind, and so he had to start anew with kisses, fleeting touches, sinking nails, hot tongue until he was satisfied again. Despite the amount of times he spent worshipping evert inch of your body, he would never cease to make you blush, to give you the sweetest of praises, to make you shy under his touch.

His forked tongue quickly found its way to your nipple, gently parting and teasing the peak, flicking it between the two ends before moving to the other. He was already drunk on the sweet moans you were gifting him as he couldn’t help but suck on the other nipple, leaving a small bite before resuming his descent towards your heat.

He traced your stomach with his tongue, down to your navel till your hip, biting, kissing licking as if you were a meal he had been starving for, yet when his breath hit your inner thigh, and you let out his favourite mewl, he sat up, earning a yelp in complaint as you wished to feel his lips scorching your skin again.

His palm reached for your calf, gently bringing it to his lips and leaving another kiss, yet all you could focus on was the way his pants couldn’t hide his hard cock, desperate for his own release.

You were going to ease his pain just like he was easing yours, yet the moment he noticed you sat up, he admonished you.

“Ah, let me worship you” He leaned forward to place his free hand on your still naked chest and gently pushing you back down on the grass. “You have to worry only about my lips, love” He purred as he nibbled again on the soft skin. He was slow and determined, unhurried as he marked and tended your precious leg, it was like a sonnet written with his lips on your flesh only for you to read, and the rhymes where your gasps and his grunts.

It was moments later that his hot breath hit your wetness just enough to leave you yearning for those lush lips around your arousal.

“Say the word and I’ll stop” He murmured before lowering and kissing your swollen sex. 

“Don’t you dare” You moaned as his forked tongue traced your length, slowly tantalizing, savoring every centimeter and every drop of slick you were gifting him.

His grip was ironclad on your hips, keeping you in place as he couldn’t help but lick and nibble and dive between your tights, as he helped them around his head.

In the silence of the forest all you could hear were the soft mewls you’d let out and his muffled moans and coos.

He desperately sucked and feasted as his own cock started aching, desperate for any friction, yet when you reached to grab on his horn he knew he was done for, he was going to cum so quickly his eyes rolled back. 

Before you knew he was teasing your entrance as well, his dripping finger prodded at your hole a few times before sliding in effortlessly, stealing a hum both from you and him.

He couldn’t help it anymore as he rutted desperately against the grass while he pumped his finger insatiably in you.

It built up quickly, as he stimulated your every sense, clenching eagerly around his finger and already oozing on his swollen lips while he fucked the ground, so quick that you barely had time to register his blissed face that you were taken over by your orgasm.

Wyll drank and drank from your sex, every drop as if it was sustenance he was deprived of all his life, and only when you both were back on the material plane, he rose from your legs.

His pants were unmistakably stained by his own release while his lips glistened with what was left of yours. “I apologize for being so quick” He shook his head with crimson cheeks. “But you were ravenous, my love” H

“Wyll Ravengard, If you apologize again I will punch you” You threatened him softly as you recoiled in your little shell, shy. Pulling your legs to your chest and resting your chin on your knees.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he crawled closer ready to wrap himself around you and shield your body despite he was shorter.

“My precious” He whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your temple. “Want to stay here for a while longer, or would you rather go back to camp?” He asked as he helped you on his lap.

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[cats-obsessions]

Okay but imagine Durge just really loves animals, like the idea of them, but they could never go near them because the small ones just really trigger that prey drive instinct, and then they get to meet gnolls. And gnolls are so huge and vicious and soft, and their nature pleases Bhaal, so Durge finally gets to have a pet- to Gortash’s displeasure

#I think Gortash would prefer steelclaw #wait no #what if that is Gortash’s cat? that’s why Durge didn’t kill it before #STEELwatch STEELclaw? you get it -Gortash to an unamused Durge #that explains why the cat gets away with killing tadpoles huh #and the gnolls don’t eat it because Durge told them not to #okay stupid hc but come on what a coincidence #bg3 #durge #durgetash #the dark urge #gortash #enver gortash #lord enver gortash #bg3 spoilers

[artist-rat]

realised i haven't really posted a proper pic of my durge. so here's Tavis/Noon :} she fluctuates between being a menace of macabre whimsy and a menace with hubris burning like a thousand suns

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #durge #oc: tavis/noon #from the start of the game til the end of act 2 she's called tavis (given name) bc she forgot she'd used to go by noon #but then she picks it up again #(i haven't decided for 100% but for now i hc she finds some letter(s) ft. the name and recalls it was her) #i call her both bc honestly i'm not sure what she's gonna end up with and they're both her to me! #anyway she wants to be a god so bad fr. that will def not bring her or anyone else any further trouble ever #:) #i also love her so much it's a bit embarrassing

[rosieofcorona]

Dark Urge x Gortash HCs That No One Asked For:

Murder is the ultimate symbol of love for Durge, so yes, Gortash gradually becomes Murder Target Number One

(And honestly, he’s touched)

He’d rather not be murdered just yet though, so it does become something of an inconvenience

Has to double his personal guard once Durge moves in with him

May even start microdosing common toxins (just in case)

As their relationship progresses, Gortash orders more and more frequent strip searches to ensure Durge isn’t concealing any weapons meant for him

Durge doesn’t mind it because it leads to sex more often than not

But they do get into arguments over whether or not Gortash gets to keep any weapons he confiscates

Once, Durge almost gets away with sneaking poison into his wine, and Gortash is deeply offended

Not because of the attempted murder– he’d expected that– but because it lacks Durge’s usual violent flair

How absolutely pedestrian, to be poisoned via wine

After all, doesn’t he deserve more, given their history? Doesn’t he deserve to be flayed alive and spread across Bhaal’s altar?

This is their biggest fight ever

He’s only (somewhat) placated once Durge swears that the poison is rare and expensive and made just for him

But still

Next time he orders a strip search there had better be an arsenal of knives on Durge’s person

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #enver gortash #durgetash #durge x gortash #headcanons #lord enver gortash #my hcs #unfortunately I am obsessed with couples who are mutually evil #sorry this is so unhinged #except that I'm not sorry at all <3 #durge run #bg3 spoilers #might make this into a fic idk #tw: murder #bg3 headcanons

[iwantabatlleaxe]

"We were never seen as people to our Gods, were we?

You were a tyrant who shared his power;

And I, a bhaalspawn who couldn't kill."

Bro???? I was writing about Gortash and Durge never being truly seen, but I either write two lines like I just did or a whole essay so Ill just. stop now

#anyways bc durge couldnt kill gortash in my hc and bhaal knew he wouldnt be able to so he punished Urlyn and approved of Orin taking over #AND they would never be seen as people!! in history books they were those who tried to end the world. nothing more. to their parents they #were tools. to everybody else they were dangerous or whatever facade they wanted to be. but to them?? they were the only person who they #couldnt lie to. the only person who saw the other. #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #dark urge #dark urge spoilers #enver gortash #durgetash

[wastelandbarbie]

Durge who doesn't care that much that one of his companions was kidnapped/killed by Orin bc he considers it an honorable death in a fucked up way. plus hes not killing Gortash before Orin. like a Durge who can't help but still follow Bhaal. ultimately it's one less person he has to kill...

Durge who breaks down after Orin's death, even if he looks weak to his father and suspect to everyone else. like do the companions understand that he lost his only sister or are they more like accusatory that Durge let their companion die? Durge and Orin only have so much sibling interaction in Act 3, but everytime they do meet, Durge can feel it's her and immediately matches her energy.

if Durge goes on to accept as Bhaal's chosen? Where he's going back to the original plan of Kill Everyone Then Gortash & Yourself. Durge who can't help but favor the past.

Alternatively, Durge who rejects Bhaal, but accepts Gortash as his master. Post-tadpole Durge who clings to the scraps of who he was/what happened. Who can't remember specific events, only how he felt. Like Durge doesn't remember his name, but he does know that everytime he hears Gortash's name he feels something. Seeing Gortash would short-circuit Durge; maybe before he was completely stoic, but now he's completely obvious in his expressions. Durge who goes feral at the sight of Gortash and immediately gives away how down bad he is. Gortash who is internally losing his mind bc his Durge rarely gave anything away facially and he's now eye fucking him in front of everyone and god. like ???? omfg. this is why Durge insisted on going to the inauguration alone (tho the party definitely snuck in after him)

#bg3 #durge #durgetash #gortash #enver gortash #orin #orin the red #bhaal #durge hc #durgetash hc #durge headcanons #durgetash headcanons #bg3 hc #bg3 headcanons