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SolarEclipse ☀️🌕 - One Year

It's officially been a whole year of brainrot between me and @cagedcambion for our favorite tavdurge pairing and we've been blessed by Larian with the patch 7 dark urge cutscene so naturally I had to make something for it :P

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been a whole year since my friend and i made our tragic durgetav pairing, so i painted something for it <3

i love you solar eclipse

alfonse (right) belongs to @ace-trash-boi

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one day I will gather up all my Kane lore and drop it here. there's a lot and it's all unorganized, most of it lives in my brain and in my friends dms

one day...

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he looks so much better with body hair and without washboard abs

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unduly spilled blood

Astarion bites The Dark Urge, and does not take into account how bloodthirsty this seemingly "willing humanoid" creature is. There's worse out there than vampires.

let me preface this with: no, I don't hate Astarion. But writing snippets of Kane (my durge) committing atrocities is too fun.

Warnings: staking, major character death, violence, blood, sadism, cannibalistic thoughts.

Kane could feel the joy in the vampire, the pulse of pleasure resounding through his body as he drank his first ever dregs from a humanoid creature. The sting of fangs in its neck and the siphoning of blood from its veins made Kane's body grow hot as his eyes rolled back into his head. It felt good - almost too good. Its fingers tangled in Astarion's soft white curls.

The vampire was gorgeous, and the thinly veiled desperation with which his cold body clung onto Kane was invigorating. How lovely it would be to spoil his fun, to suddenly and cruelly end the surge of euphoric relief that Astarion was feeling in this glorious moment. To pierce him through while he was showing utmost vulnerability, to drain the life from those pretty, tortured red eyes. Were his insides just as vibrant as his eyes were? What did his dead blood taste like, mixed in with the life of its own? Astarion thought he had Kane wrapped around his finger, teeth firmly sunken into its neck.

But Kane was murder incarnate. There was a price for indulging in its wretched blood, the blood that feasted off the spilling of others. Thinking it docile was a grave mistake. It had yearned to reduce the radiant vampire to a bloodied, battered corpse ever since he set eyes on him. It smiled. Perhaps it would make jewelry from those pearly fangs after it finished feasting on him, tearing flesh from bone.

Kane's hand closed firmly around the vampire's shoulder as its other found the wooden support post of its tent and snapped a piece of it off. Its muscles sang with pleasure, moving faster and more fluid than what they usually did as it thrust the makeshift stake directly through Astarion's sternum, easily shattering bone and delving into that unbeating heart of his. The vampire let out a gasp of agonized horror as his grip on Kane went slack, wrenching his body away from the other elf's but not before some of his cold, dark red blood seeped onto its skin, sending a cascade of tingles through its body.

Kane's own heart lept with vile excitement as it watched Astarion fruitlessly grip at the scrap of wood in his chest, fear in those beautiful red eyes. The red eyes that had often taunted and laughed at him, the eyes that had attempted to charm their way into Kane's blackened heart. Little had he known that the other elf's deepest desire had been nothing more than to watch him die.

And what a beautiful show it was.

Astarion fell back to his knees onto the ground, gasping out his last words, his lungs filling with beautiful crimson that leaked from his mouth and nose. "You-"

It didn't matter. Kane saw the exact moment the vampire's entire undead body finally gave out, and he hit the ground with a dull thud, blood glistening from the wood in his chest, spreading outward from the fatal wound and soaking the shirt he wore.

Kane's body surged with such debilitating joy that it brought him to his knees before the corpse, a laugh tearing from his chest. Its brain was battered beyond repair and many memories were lost to it with each passing day, but oh, how it would never, ever forget this moment.

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-> EMBRACE THE URGE (redraw)

you weren’t born for this. You were MADE for it.

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fallen star

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

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CAZADOR'S DUNGEON // BALDUR'S GATE 3

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truly cannot state enough how much i enjoy how the characters in bg3 look like they’re Actual Adult people. i go wild about it. i’ve never been hornier. cannot empathize with the people who complain about the lines and wrinkles

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compilation of my silly murder man saying the special durge lines

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my chosen, my slayer, violence incarnate

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Asking BG3 characters to pick you up pads

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It's their day today — SolarEclipse

Kane (right) belongs to @cagedcambion

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WIP Wednesday

An excerpt from a sequel chapter in progress for my first Belle (Baldur's Gate) fic. (NSFW and slight gore warning)!

— Belle shut her eyes, trying to think back to the last time she'd done this. As far as she was aware, she may never have. The only references to her life before the ship were shrouded in mystery, and those which she could recall were foggy at best. Little flashes of moments where her mind almost wasn't her own. As if someone else had been commanding her body to move. That's not even to mention how most seemed to revolve around that young boy: a frail, elven child so skinny and pathetic looking, you'd think she found him in the streets. Yet every instance of him in her dreams, he was well-dressed and always by her side. Constantly following like a shadow. Out of all the visions to haunt her mind when she slept, there was only one in which she was having sex.

The taste of that cleric on her tongue… How she wanted to shred into her, skin and pluck her as one did to a chicken until there was only the pink of flesh left to roast over a fire, mutilate every organ and stretch every orifice until all that remained were mangled sinews. From her body, pools of blood would pour onto her with which to shower her cold scales in and bask in the warmth of her.

Fingers dug into her hip, dragging her back from the vicious pit of hunger with a shaky groan. Her fists clenched and pulled at the bindings that pinned her arms behind her. A sharp command pierced her skull—devour—but it soon melted into the gooey pool that Belle's brain was becoming. At the same time that she gave a particularly deep thrust, Karlach enclosed one hand around Belle's neck and whacked a well-muscled cheek with the palm of the other. The latter, having been lost in thought, failed to notice that the former managed to get the toy in so far to brush the edge of her prostate until her eyes were rolling into the back of her head.

"Karlach!" the dragonborn gasped. She yelped as the tiefling gave another smack to her bottom. —

Haven't touched this bad boy in a minute but I needed Karlach pegging this tough, almost 8-foot-tall dragonborn so here we are. I want to eventually finish this so finger's crossed that I can find some extra time and inspiration! and yes i know i'm a day late sue me

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"there's no one i would rather have at my side as we bloody the world together"

solar eclipse (tav x durge)

person on left belongs to @ace-trash-boi <3

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murder's progeny