Durge seating herself in Ketheric’s lap when he’s upon his throne in Moonrise – uttering punishments for unruly soldiers, prisoners, etc. in his ear. Her ‘creative genius’ was always admired, appreciated, after all.

Flashbacks to old times

Based on this post by @animentality that for some reason took my art block and saved me

anyway i love torturing this shitty old man my beloved

right in front of his dead daughter salad

I feel bad for Ketheric Thorm because he went mad with grief and loss, I also feel bad for him because if Gortash and Dark Urge were constantly whispering and giggling and sitting in each other's laps during their evil chosen three meetings in front of ME, I'd definitely mock the Dark Urge when they came back to me with no memory of what happened and also not tell Gortash what happened to them even though I probably knew.

Like I'd definitely be like, *nodding at dark urge* that's what you get for being a whore, and *nodding at gortash* I'm not telling you shit about your slut. Fuck you for making me third wheel. You guys thought you were so cool and smart and sexy for coming up with your dumb plan well, your stupid romance ruined everything, hope you're happy, harlots.

And then I'd fuck off and die.

ketheric is wondering if the immortality is actually worth dealing with these two freaks

psychological damage +100 for the General Thorm. ⚔️

The Giant Demigods with loud semi formal speech have cornered the Goth market

I couldn't help but notice how Ketheric and Gortash seem to be happier AND relieved to see our Durge, like, we already know that they both hate Orin, but is she really so annoying that they're happy to see us?

When Orin says we are alive, Gortash simply smile?

Like,that durge and these two were together and starting their plans for global chaos I already knew, but I really wish we had more information about it

Why did they decide to get together? How did it all start and how did they meet? Why they seem more excited about being with Durge than Orin? (excluding the fact that Orin is totally out of control)

Idk, I feel like Durge's story is still very "raw", I wanted to know more about our Durge, more about his upbringing and how it all happened, more about their father, brothers and sisters

I would really like a flashback or something showing more of Durge's relationship with Ketheric and Gortash, like, were the three of them friends? Allies? Enemies with benefits? Lovers???? I NEED TO KNOW MORE

i had a vision

kinda love the concept of durge strangely being the only one to make ketheric physically feel something after so many years of numbness. they def fuck a little. sorry.

Death by Snu Snu, Ketheric Thorm foresaw

Happy New Years!!

spent way too much time on this lmao but oh well it looks pretty and my boy looks even prettier

I like the absolute disparity between how Gortash and Ketheric viewed Durge versus how they view Orin

Durge was tolerated by Ketheric but seen as an equal. Durge had the strength and ability to go into Moonrise and start giving orders at the same level of authority as Ketheric himself and Ketheric allowed it with only mild complaining. The Gnolls adored you, Balths minions loved you, the Warden hated your guts but in a fun way as a coworker.

Gortash... what more can be said about Gortash and Durge that already hasn't been said. Gortash absolutely loved you, adored you. You were the only equal he had and you were his favorite assassin. The feeling was mutual since there's an entire letter dedicated to how mutual the attraction between you two was. Gortash adored you.

Orin?

Gortash and Ketheric can barely stand Orin, Gortash tolerates her for the good of the Plan but would have wanted to see it through with you. Ketheric may have been annoyed and frustrated with you but you were the original mastermind behind the Plan alongside Gortash. They both hate orin as much as Durge used to. The only reason that they even put up with her is because of the shard she stole from you.

For as much as Ketheric acts like a dick to you when you first meet back up at moonrise, he still much prefers you to Orin. And Gortash loved you so much he still wants to team up with you even when you're working to stop him.

Orin is so hated by everyone and it tears me up inside.

More random intimate positions/scenarios! Pt.2

Morally grey/villain characters this time!

Forewarnings: Dark content… including things like ownership, stalking, gore + obsession. Some pure fluff though :)

(I apologize for this being considerably longer compared to the others. I have been playing some more plus researching the lore. I feel more confident in my understanding of the characters and my writing.)

Gortash had his fingers wrapped around your chin as he beckoned you to look at him. You’re sat in his lap with your hands rested atop his shoulders. His expression is content with how closely pressed you are to his body. He could savor your warmth and read you so intimately. His brown eyes meet yours with a certain warmth laced in all the unwavering dominance. His lips quirk into a smirk as he watches your poorly built facade begin to crumble. His spare hand runs along the small of your back slowly… beckoningly. He'd be the hero of Baldurs Gate soon. He'd have all the power he dreamt of as a boy. Don't you wish to share that with him? His chest purrs when you keen into his touch. Good. He knew you could be a pretty thing for him. Such a formidable foe and he’d have you right by his side.

Minthara had her arms wrapped around your frame protectively. No matter how large or small you were in comparison. She was determined to hold you and plant some sort of reassurance into you. The way she regarded you was not that of any other. No, you were special to her and the woman realized it may not be so clear. She may be a cruel and a standard "drow", but beyond that there was an affection for you within her heart. She plants a kiss against the back of your shoulder-blades and it draws a shudder. Her muscles tighten around you as she presses her face into your shoulder, hot breath washing the junction of your neck and the flesh of your shoulder. You resist a second shudder. Unbeknownst to you, she’d follow you even if it was fruitless. Nothing was shaking her now that she was wrapped around you.

Orin's blade travels down your chest. It was gentle yet sharp... she wasn't particularly aiming to harm you but the thin streak of blood was enticing. The wound was so shallow it barely bubbled- just enough to alert her she broke the skin. Everything about the way she gazed at you was unhinged. You knew if she had pupils they'd be dilated. She draws her face downwards and laps at the tender flesh while you draw a shaky inhale. The whispers of praise and wishes for more barely reached your ears beyond the thrum of your heart. The slimy feel of her tongue worming it’s way up to your collarbones hitch your breath and you watch carefully. Each movement breeds more anticipation- she was soaking in your torment. She was wicked, truly, she devoted herself to you. You’d never understand her… but did you have to?

Ketheric’s hand laced with yours as you walked to his side. He was laid on his throne with open thighs as he acknowledged your presence. The man was aged and once a father. Well, technically still but Isobel regarded him with disowning. He long burned that bridge from his desperation and despair. You entered his life and turned things around. Everyone in Moonrise had never seen him so soft since he lost his daughter and wife. You took a seat on one of his thighs as he drew your hand to his face. His lips planted a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and then along your wrist. His beard tickled and caused you laugh, struggling against his hold as he stubbornly refused to let you go. When he finally did his lips were quirked upwards and there was a twinkling in his eye. He never thought he’d take a lover again… so he was glad when you broke down his walls. He’d once curse you for being persistent but now he’d praise you for it.

Raphael tugs on the invisible leash that was wrapped around your neck. You jerk forward on the bed as you kneeled with palms balancing you on the lush fabric. His wings were on grand display as his typically slicked hair tussled ever so slightly. Expression dark and expectant as you slowly crawled toward him. His brows furrowed as he tutted impatiently, a leg swinging out to hook around your thigh and jerk it underneath you. You collapsed as he drew you towards him with little patience. You now sprawled across his lower abdomen and crotch as his chest rumbles in amusement. Your skin burned with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. The hold he had on you, literally and figuratively, elicited a deep part of your brain. One that wished so carnally to be claimed… to be owned. Raphael would see to that, he promised, with one hand stroking your hair. You were such a sweet thing… and if you weren’t so persistent he’d lock you up for himself.

Kar’niss thought of you as a blessing. Truly, a drider like him didn’t deserve such an angel. He was supposed to be punished for all eternity for his shortcomings. He failed once and will never see to being a normal drow again. That’s why it didn’t make sense for him to be rewarded- but who is he to look at a gift with ungratefulness? He always holds you so tenderly… his body shockingly cold. He’s restless today, you note, as his eight legs skitter and his hands curl at you. There’s a flittering look in his face. A hunger he tried to conceal. When you question, he answers truthfully, drider need to feed on blood to survive. Every four days or he’d succumb to weakness and eventually die an empty husk. You offer yourself and he checks you for any hesitancy before diving in. He pierces the flesh with his sharp nails before indulging in the crimson that flowed. Between suckles and licks, he praises you for your generosity. Endless ‘thank you’s’ flow as much as your blood. He’s sure he’d never fallen deeper in love… or was it infatuation?

Haarlep knew their affection for you was essentially forbidden. Raphael handed you as a toy to them. Nothing more and nothing less- they should regard you only for his entertainment. They somehow found themselves wanting to indulge in your mind rather than your flesh after some time. It was your softness that first stunned them and foiled their pure-desire. Raphael never touched themself with such… they could barely find the word. Gentleness? Regard? They’d lay with you after your shared bliss and inch their nails down the side of your hip as you detailed your life. With a hand propping their head; they seemed enchanted. Mesmerized by how simple yet complex of a creature you were to them. Haarlep was a succubus and spent their life serving that purpose. They almost felt jealous of the freedom you held in life. They couldn’t help but find themselves fantasizing a life where you two lived in better circumstances. It was all a fantasy, though, they knew it with a bittersweetness.

Durge had always watched you from afar. Stalking, following and admiring. You caught their gaze amongst the crowd as they deliberately chose their next victim. You would’ve been easy. You didn’t hold yourself with a particular air in the ranks of Baldur’s Gate. Another citizen lost to the crazed killings of a maniac. It wasn’t until you’d noticed you had a secret admirer did your hackles raise. You could feel a pair of eyes on you at the most inopportune times. Then, came the letters at your doorstep detailing how they defied their nature. You could’ve been another hung corpse but instead they wished to wrap their mind around your heart and their lips amongst your neck. A shiver ran through you… a mix of disgust and a strange intrigue? Surely it was the way the letters were so detailed and deranged. You would’ve ignored it all until the stalking emboldened. You saw their figure in the window at night and through the alleyways. It was only a matter of time before they struck and claimed you as theirs. You’d simply have to keep an eye over your shoulder and hold a dagger close. If you could even strike them, that was.

*At their weekly triforce of evil board meeting.*

Ketheric: Araj has some new elixirs she's experimenting with and is asking for a gnoll to test them on.

Durge: No.

Ketheric: What?

Durge: Let me elaborate; tell bitchtits to get fucked.

Gortash: *Snorts*

Ketheric: You have twelve of them! Surely you can spare one?

Durge: "Get fucked. Love, Durge." Write that down and send it to her.

Ketheric: Gods below! I'll go send one of the gnolls, myself!

Gortash: I wouldn't recommend doing that.

Ketheric: Why?

Durge: Because then I'd have twelve gnolls and a dead body.

Gortash: Technically, he's already-

Durge: NOBODY ASKED YOU, ENVER!

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BG3 Incorrect Quotes Masterlist.

Gortash and DUrge are the most obnoxious couple ever. They're like those annoying teenage sweethearts who constantly make out wherever they go and are way too dramatic about each other. Except they're middle aged men, and one has a murder kink, the other regularly commits tax fraud, and both are just the absolute worst people in the entire world. They're so disgustingly into each other. And Ketheric Thorm has to witness it. Man should have just put them down there and then, and I would have cheered for him.

It is Gortash and DUrge's world, and Ketheric is cursed to live in it.

gortash and durge becoming so obscenely comfortable with each others presence that they just begin doing domestic acts on instinct. oh, gortash needed something from his office? durge hands it to him without even a word between them. oh, durge forgot to wipe the blood from their mouth before entering polite society? gortash takes a thumb and wipes it away without any hesitation or request. they are just so in sync with each other, so attune to each others very presence, that they are able to complete such every day tasks for one another like it’s as easy as breathing.