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starfall-dream · 10 months ago

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Yandere Baldur's Gate x Isekai Reader Concept

I wanted to expand on my concept in hopes that people would be more interested in it. This won't get into every single character I want to write for, in fact this will pretty broad, so please feel free to ask me to expand on any ideas I didn't get into concept.

Also, for this concept, I'm including default (whitedragon, storm Sorcery) Durge, who is the Tav in my concept. I'll be using they/them pronouns for them and reader.

This mainly goes over act one, and if people are interested, I'll explore more of act 2 and 3, so please tell me what you think.

Again please send in any ideas or things you want me to expand on.

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You didn't remember how you arrived here, nor do you know how the tadpole entered your head, but there was no use lamenting your situation now. All you did remember was going to sleep one night, your head banging in your head, but that wasn't unusual. When you awoke, you weren't on your bed, but instead on a beach, sand covering your body.

It was lonely, being in this strange new world. From the moment you woke up on that beach, you knew you didn't belong, and you could feel every essence of your being rejecting the notion that you should be here. But despite that, you remained, mountains of responsibility placed upon you from the moment you realized where you were. Your companions, if you could even call them that, were cordial at best. You could tell that most of them didn't believe your story, thought you were crazy, spouting nonsense of other worlds. Some were nice, namely the wizard Gale and the more welcoming and kind Wyll, though you knew that their kindness was due to need rather than genuine feelings.

The others were distrustful of you, but as their companion they had no other choice but to follow you. Astarion was the worst, at best his words were just petty teasing, while at worst he made you feel useless. You knew nothing, had very little survival skills, couldn't find your way around any weapons, in his words "hopeless." You tried your best to get along with him and your other companions, but it was often for not.

The only companion you really found yourself close to was Tav, the more leader-like of the group. The best way to describe them is spacey, staring off into the world, often alone with their thoughts. It was difficult getting used to them at first, you've never seen someone like them before, but they were the only ones to accept you in the beginning. They taught you how to survive in this world, helping alongside Wyll in teaching you how to fight, at least with a sword. It made you feel at least a bit more prepared for your journey ahead, and you didn't have to listen to Astarion's judgmental words any more.

While Tav was more of the leader, you were always more inclined to help people. You liked the Tieflings, especially the curious children, so it didn't take much to convince you into helping them. It felt...nice, having people's hope, helping people, though you didn't truly know what it entailed. Having to protect your companions, keep them away from the danger that seemed oh so attracted to them, it was a lot of work. Part of you wondered if helping the grove, saving these people, if it would prove your worth to your companions, and for some, it did. Shadowheart was appreciative of the work you put in, though she seemed unable to express it.

In fact, you felt as though you were growing closer to your companions, at least partially. Gale would show off his magic, he loved it. After finding Karlach and learning more about Wyll, he seemed very obsessed with making sure you knew how to protect yourself. It was easy to befriend Halsin, he was so nice and understanding, as well as understanding as he could be. You even started to help the other companions with their personal issues as their trust in you started to get better. You caught Astarion mending some of your clothes one night, you think Lae'zel complimented you fighting style once, but you really couldn't tell, and Karlach was always encouraging. It felt nice, even if it was all very small acts of kindness.

Though, throughout your journey, you found yourself worried over Tav. They were always more inclined towards violence, they were intimidating, quiet, but they were a friend to you, and so when they confided in you about their violent urges, something they strived to overcome, you vowed to help them. You could tell your words meant a lot to them, and as they promised to protect you on your journey, despite what path they take, the choice of words slightly worries you, but you trust them, and you were happy to have a friend.

Meeting Halsin was a breath of fresh air, he seemed to genuinely notice the work you were putting in, offering to help you with your tadpole problem and travel with you on your journey. Your companions seemed to like the fact that a confident healer was finally amongst the party, and for once, after saving the grove and helping the Tieflings, you felt at peace. During their celebratory party, you spend most of your time alone, occasionally being checked up on by the animal companions you've found along the way. Zevlor offered you a drink, and in a tipsy daze, you confided in him about your worries and fears, you talked for hours and it was nice and Zevlor seems sympathetic, even claiming to miss you while they were traveling, and made you promise to find him in Baldur's Gate.

You promised him, and as the Tieflings left, you found a small amount of dread sinking in. Your companions were still wary of you, and now you were traveling into a more dangerous land. You wondered if it would always be this way, but you knew you would have to keep brave, even if you knew you would never belong despite all your efforts. All you could hope for was hope for change, and keep a strong facade for your companions and yourself.

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A/n: Again, I wasn't able to go into characters like Zevlor or Raphael as much as I wanted to, so please feel free to send in any ideas or headcanons you have about them or any other characters, I'd love to here them :)

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere bg3 #yandere baldurs gate #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate x reader #astarion x reader #gale x reader #shadowheart x reader

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the-butch3r · 11 months ago

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alright, i’ve been holding onto this for a while as i wrote it a few months back, but im not really in the fandom anymore and i dont want to finish this as i originally planned to break it up into 3 parts (in the forms of act 1, 2 and 3) but i dont have the.. *anything* to do that. so, i'm going to post most of what i have of act 1, seeing as i won't finish it and i do not want this to go to waste lol so enjoy if anyone wants to continue this (i doubt it) lmk, i really dont care as long as credit is given

DEFAULT DARK URGE X READER (TAV): ACT 1

good aligned playthrough, spoilers for act 1 ahead here (obviously) tav is more of a ‘sweet and caring’ type of person, fyi 😕

You both met right after the nautiloid crash, on the beach. You spotted him facing away from you, seeming discombobulated and disoriented. Seeing the opportunity for any help, you approached and greeted him enthusiastically.

To you, he was another survivor; a potential friend who could help you get out of this mess.

To him, you were just another sheep among all others, your soul to be eventually ripped and shredded from this world one way or another. He wants to rip you apart as the bloodthirsty, vicious wolf, to make you bleed and shriek by his accursed hands. At least, that is what his mind tells him - His own flayed heart feels different. He is confused as to why it is this way, or better yet, who he even is, but he stays vaguely quiet about it for now.

Your minds lock together, as yours did with Shadowheart and Lae’zel just earlier – you sense something hungry, locked deep inside of you, yet you know not what. You are confused, puzzled, but there’s more to it than that.

He groans, rubbing his fingers on his skull in an attempt to ease the pounding blood in his head. You explain that it’s the tadpole’s doing, and you then introduce yourself. He reciprocates, but takes a pause as if deciding on a name, and subsequently landed on ‘Durge.’ It was a strange name, but you didn’t judge. You invited him along on your journey to seek out a healer, and seeing as he had no other choice, he accepted.

As he travels with you, it’s easy to tell something in his head has been twisted, other than what the tadpole might have affected. looking into his eyes deep enough gives you the sensation as if they contain a malicious hunger deep inside them – he perks at the slightest mention of anything within the nature of obscene violence, and it’s almost like he changes into someone completely different during combat. You sense that the nautiloid wasn’t the only unfortunate occurrence he’s suffered, but you didn’t want to pry now, so you decided to yourself you’d stay quiet until he’d ever wanted to confide in you, assuming you two would be able to get that far.

When you make it to the grove, you stumble upon the cutest squirrel you’ve ever seen! You kneel down and admire it, holding a hand out to it before it bites your finger. You recoil and curse under your breath, not even able to react before Durge straight up kicks it splat into a tree. His eyes go wide and he glances around as if some invisible entity were responsible for this incident, seemingly perplexed that he could be the one to do something like that. Your other companions go wide-eyed as well, taking a subtle step away from him. You figure that now may be a good time to ask him about, well, his wellbeing.

You question him, not wanting to pry too much out of respect, but also curious about whatever just happened. You make a funny comment about needing protection from things other than squirrels, but he doesn’t laugh with you. You correct your tone and ask sympathetically, is everything all right?

He answers honestly. No. He’s not alright. He confesses he has amnesia – he does not remember who he is, and his mind is just spinning with what feels like a raging headache.

You lay a hand on his shoulder, attempting to console him to your best effort, to which he smiles softly and expresses his appreciation for it. You offer a healing potion to see if that might make him feel better, but he declines. He assures you that he just needs some time to adapt to his condition. He should be fine as long as he takes it easy, for now.

There are more various encounters you note over the course of a few long rests, such as the Arabella incident. You always take a glance at him once in a while, to see if he has that crazed look in his eye. Usually he does, but you can tell he tries to subdue whatever is inside of him. You start to quietly question yourself about who he is – could he be lying about his amnesia? No, surely not. He seems genuinely befuddled. There is definitely more to his situation than amnesia. You sympathize. You want to help him, somehow.

You and Durge grow closer together, over time. He deeply appreciates how you show your concern for him, and he expresses that. You could soon call yourself friends after knowing him only a few days to a week. He was always by your side on your adventures, attached right to the hip. You were the person he was most comfortable around, so far.

You enjoyed his presence as much as he did yours. He was mostly quiet, but you of course didn’t mind. He was smart, and he listened to you, and valued your comfort just as much as you valued his. He respected you, and you respected him in turn.

And that’s where feelings grew. A fondness resonated between you two, and you felt safe in his presence, despite how intimidating he may stand out to be. But that only increased your attraction for him. Even better, he was gentle with you. It feels like you had unlocked a secret softness inside of him, reserved only for someone like you, which made you feel very accomplished.

On his end, he was distraught. Overwhelmed by this emotion. At first, he recognized his fondness for you, but hadn’t seen it as a romantic emotion. The thought hadn’t even so much as brushed against his mind. But now? He is in such denial, and so many confusing feelings are buzzing around his head that he could not even comprehend or interpret. It is as if his bitter heart were never made to dispense emotions such as this. He doesn’t even know how to feel about it. Is this a good emotion for him? He doesn’t know. He has never recognized the soft feelings he gets when he’s near you. For now, he tries to learn how to live with them, if he cannot decipher them, hoping these may go away soon. Unfortunately, they only get worse.

Just as much as he recognizes his feelings for you, the urge only grapples its talons on you like a target. Two halves of him either want to kill you, or protect you. Seeing as you’re still alive, he’s doing a better job at protecting you, but whatever deplorable evil is inside him scares him. He knows, beyond any doubt, it will unleash chaos within him, sooner or later.

As a result of the urge to both keep you alive and kill you, he tries to spare at least a bit of distance from you. He moves his tent all the way to the other side of camp, away from you and everyone else. He purposely lags behind, just a bit, whilst you’re exploring. He stays away from you in combat, using his sorcery on enemies from afar. He slightly avoids you, just in the hopes it will keep you a little bit safer.

Thankfully, you don’t seem to notice. Until it gets worse. He seems to grow only more and more distant to you every day and you’ve been noticing it for the past week, and you don’t know why. It gets to the point where he only speaks in short monosyllabic words to you, if not outright ignoring you. He even stays in camp most of the time, refusing to come along with you anymore. Did you do something wrong? No, you can’t think of anything you could’ve done recently to upset him. Perhaps he just needs space, and you can understand that. But still, you want to know. So you ask him, on the night you prepare to raid the goblin camp with your other companions.

It doesn’t go as well as you would’ve wanted it to. When you approach him and sit next to him, he blatantly ignores you as if you were not there. You start speaking, expressing your concerns about him, until he snaps at you. He argues with you, telling you that you wouldn’t understand. You let him yell at you until he’s done. You say nothing, and try to lean in for a hug, but he pushes you away. You tell him that you care about him, and you want to help him. You sympathize with him; you want to help him find out who he was as well. You then wish him a silent goodnight and head to your tent. You don’t see him come out of his tent the next morning.

He feels remorseful for pushing you away, but if it is what he has to do to keep you safe, then so be it. He wants to be near you, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. He tries to fall asleep quickly afterwards to avoid the guilt, but he can barely sleep thinking about you. And when slumber does take him, he’s only tortured by more gorey nightmares. And of course, they are of you.

The next day, you left to raid the goblin camp, and emerged victorious. You returned to the grove to inform Zevlor, and he rewarded you gratefully for your effort. He asked you if he and the tieflings could throw a party at your camp, and you, being the generous hero who initially saw no problem with that, accepted.

Everything was great. You were celebrating your victory. Everyone seemed to be having fun, and you mingled happily with your companions. But you noticed that someone was missing… Until you realized that you hadn’t seen Durge anywhere. You asked all your companions if they’d seen if he went somewhere, and Astarion observed that he “saw him slink into the woods.” You thanked Astarion before he could interject you, and ran off into the woods with a torch. (Unless you have darkvision.)

It wasn’t hard to find him, considering how bright his scales were, glistening in the bright moon above. He sat on a log facing away from you; to the lake, gazing at the moon. You quietly sat next to him, and he slightly flinched, as if lost in thought and then taken by surprise.

You greeted him normally, and he reciprocated.

You couldn’t bear this anymore. You admitted to yourself in the moment, you felt something intimate for him. You couldn’t bear having him push you away anymore. You wanted him to open up, so you started to confess your worries about him. You knew there was something else about him. Something diabolical, writhing within, something that he harboured inside. You wanted to help him, but you didn’t know how unless he opened up to you. You reassured him, he didn’t have to now, but you just needed to know what was happening, why he was pushing you away?

He takes a deep breath, before explaining it to you in the best way he could. He disclosed to you about the urge. Something inside of him continuously filled his head with dreadful thoughts that he seemed to be somehow desensitized to. He looked at you with fear in his eyes as he expressed how he knew, deep inside, something bad was destined to happen because of this urge, and he was frightened of it.

You inquired him; why push you away?

He hesitated before answering, but filled his words with emotion: “Because I care about you.”

He avoids eye contact, embarrassed, as you absorb his words. He expects you to get up and leave, to turn your back on him, and tell him you wish never to see him again.

Yet you lay a hand on his bare shoulder, giving him the most doting smile he’d ever seen as you comfort him. You will get through this with him, and you will get to the bottom of this.

Even as he exposes the truth of his vile nature to you, you still look at him the same way you did before. You didn’t see him as a monster. And that’s when he admitted to himself, as well, he loved you without consequence.

He’s taken aback when you lean in for a kiss, but he doesn’t pull away, his body acting on its own accord. You quickly pull away, a blush corroding your cheeks. You apologize, but before you can say anything else, he gently caresses your cheek and leans in for another kiss.

You spend a few minutes in silence together, subtly placing your hand over his as you admire the scenery of the lake together, leaning your head on his shoulder.

In this moment, he forgets about everything. The tadpole, the absolute, the fear he holds onto… Everything. But the urge is still there, always. It sickens him like a parasite dug deep into his soul, far worse than the tadpole.

You face him and smile, offering to head back to camp and get a good night’s rest. He accepts, and you walk back to camp together, hand in hand, as you spend some time in his tent reading books together, talking, or just sitting together, for a good hour or two.

You yawn, feeling drowsy, and rub your eyes. You bid him a goodnight as you walk back to your tent, and he smiles, feeling the warmth in his chest bloom, embracing it. He was still afraid of hurting you, but now, less so. He fell asleep that night dreaming about you. Not in the pleasant way most would expect, but he was used to it by now.

fin. this is probably going to be discontinued. again lmk if anyone wants to continue this for me or smth

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #default dark urge #default durge #default dark urge x reader #default durge x reader #the dark urge

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dracobrooklyn · 1 year ago

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Aftercare hcs for durge x reader? 👀👀

// *cackling in the darkness of the corner* hehehehehe~

Durge x Tav!Reader after care Headcannons

|| MDNI 18+|| DO NOT READ!!!

Durge is a passionate dominant lover. He loves the control but it’s mostly to please you and wanting to let you relax. Eating you out from your sweet pussy that reminds him of honey, taking his time to stimulate you to the point you see stars when you climax.

Ties you up sometimes to spank you and bite you real good, to show you belong to him. He might even bite or pinch your nipples but not to the point they are bleeding, just to be sore a little pink from the stimulation.

Durge at first was a bit rusty with aftercare but with a little teaching from Gale or even Halsin he definitely got some good pointers, and yes even Jaheria will tell him what to expect. She knows he’s inexperienced, so might as well tell him damn it. (Durge definitely says Thanks mom)

But after he gets experience, the aftercare, he is a different DragonBorn, the controlling Sexual Deviant, switching to a loving and protective dragon guarding his treasure.

He massage your limbs from any of the rope he used to tie you in, even your back and belly just to show you did wonderful, that you were perfect and that he remind you that you are beautiful, kind, perfect and loving. He probably call you some pretty degrading names before so he has to remind you that your not. You just wanted him to call you that.

Also DragonBorn purrs are relaxing and healing in a way, calms down your anxiety and soothes your breathing.

He will definitely massage your breast too, gods forbid he leaves those unattended. Gives your kisses on your neck and cheek, makes a soft loving hum nuzzling and cuddling you.

He will ask if you like a bath too, and if you do, mans will wrap you up in the softest blanket and carry you to the bath, setting you up as he uses any soothing bath oils or soap to clean you up. He won’t join you, but he will wash you up massage your body and kiss your cheeks lovingly.

He will make sure you can respond and if he went too far, he cares about your safety.

Also safe word is “Citrus”

#bg3 #bg3 bhaalspawn #bhaal #durge #durge x reader #the dark urge #baldurs gate 3 #durge dragonborn #the dark urge x reader #Default Durge #Default Durge x Reader

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the-butch3r · 1 year ago

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Oh no, I dropped a piece of my Durge Falling in Love Headcanons!!! 🙀🙀🙀

(This already has 2k words and I’m not even halfway through lol)

#echo rambles #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #the dark urge #default durge #default dark urge #the dark urge x reader #default durge x reader #default dark urge x reader #i think im finally dispelling writer's block after like a year omg!!

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dracobrooklyn · 1 year ago

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Hello! Can i ask for domestic hcs/scenarios with reader/tav and a durge who resisted the urge after the events of the game??

// djshfslkjdhfl aright listen you touched my lil heart <3 || MDNI 18+ ||

Tav!Reader x Durge domestic headcannons

Durge has finally been free from his Dark Urge, he was no longer feeling the need to kill. He is finally can breath and be his own Dragon. Durge can finally be happy with you! That's the most important thing. Depending on where you guys start to live, in Baldurs Gate or in the woods in a cottage away from the city. Living in Baldurs Gate: -Durge would get a job as being maybe a adventurer, or perhaps works with the council of Baldurs Gate. But he be working in a high working pay so he be able to pay bills and get something for comfortable living.

-Durge has his own liabrary so he can do his own magic research. Or even something he curl up in bed with you while you rest with his arm wrapped around you while you are leaned against him. He could be reading something with magic, or perhaps the history of Baldurs Gate.... or a erotica *cough* -Durge would love to go out in the city to go shopping for dinner with you, both talking what they would be in the mood to have, and Durge was buy a small gift for you to give to his little itov later. Maybe it's jewelry, a new dress, or maybe another book you wanted.

-You take Durge out to festivals and do parties to go out and socialize and maybe make new friends. Hopefully Dragonborn friends.

-if kids are in the picture, they are going to have the best education, and he will make sure they are loved, at first he was nervous to have children thinking he be a awful father. But he changed... and saw a new light and was ready to be the best father figure. _____ Living in the Woods: -Durge is very much a city boy, but if you want to live in a cottage, he will! Living off the earth and work a little more to make dinner, that's fine. But being with you is the most important thing. -Well there is one thing that's a pro on this is that there is peace and quiet and there is no neighbors being nosey in your home so... he can be as loud as he wants while drilling in you with pleasure *cough* -Durge defintly learns how to garden with you, and he don't mind it... though he does get his hands all dirty and the dirt is in his claws, it's annoying. But he loves to bathe near the hotsprings of your cottage. And it's even better when you are with him bathing.

-Durge starts making his own things, a table, a chair, and sometimes yes Halsin has got him into widdleling. Durge started doing bigger wood sculptors and give them to you as gifts. -Durge def homeschool his kids, he will be the magic teacher and history teacher. Hiking trips with the lil wee ones, and also teach them to garden, and play with them alot! He not working as much since everything in the forest is given to him.

#bg3 #bg3 bhaalspawn #bhaal #durge x reader #durge #baldurs gate 3 #the dark urge #durge dragonborn #default durge #The Dark Urge #Dark Urge x Reader #Default Durge x Reader

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dracobrooklyn · 1 year ago

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Wait, wait

That trope of human (or maybe dragonborn) sacrifice to appease the angry dragon

That with dragon!Durge and Tav

He refuses to eat them cuz they're too cute for that. Now they just sit on top of a pile of beautiful, soft cloth and bedding, his most precious treasure

Dragon!Durge 👀

|| MDNI || 18+ NO MINORS

Durge has been called so many names, The White Death, the Icy Tyrant, the bloody white wolf. But his real name is Durge.

His mother a white dragon that yes mated with Bhaal and she conceived her son. Named him Durge. Once he was old enough his mother was going to drive him out so he may take care of himself now but he actually left on his own. Sorry mom your not gonna get the satisfaction of kicking him out.

Durge found a Bhaal Cult in a city not in Baldurs Gate but in another part of the world. Though he had no problem proving he is the son of Bhaal, his red eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Killed a few followers just to prove a point and put the fear of god in them.

Just to add he is NOT a lazy dragon like Smaug from the Hobbit. He is very active. Yes he will sleep in his mounds of treasures and maybe clean his cave a little bit. He don’t mind a few bones here and there but he like to make an good impression to potential mates so he may spread his seed.

The Cult decided to start doing sacrifices, so they would steal virgin women (even though Durge could care less if they were virgins, just give him a poor sorry mortal he can feast).

Well… it backfired. Cause the first virgin sacrifice they saw was you. A young lady kidnapped in Baldurs Gate. You were so scared, frightened even. Crying that hoping someone would save you, perhaps a knight? An adventurer? But your stomach dropped hearing the wing beats of a dragon, a white dragon that looked as if he was stained with red on his scales as if blood was never washed from him. You had silent tears down your eyes and watch in horror, how he landed blowing cold air in your face, stalking towards you as his chest rumbles softly showing his red blood eyes glowing down at you showing nothing nothing but pure pride as if his face was saying “pathetic……” and his head tilts “and….pretty.”

The cultist chant praying for their Dragon god to take the life ready to be blessed… only for them to see Their mighty Durge snap the ropes free with his claw and snatch you away, while you screamed in fear leaving his cultists confused af… maybe he prefer to eat alone don’t like people watching him?

“So no Sacrifice?” One asked looked at each other

You on the other hand fainted. Thank Bhaal, he wasn’t sure if he could take anymore… then again it was amusing to see the fear and watch you pass out.

Later you would have woke up with fine pillows, silks, and a pile of dress’s that were just left for you. You thought maybe you could sneak out but Durge made himself known that he was curled around you staring at you as you stared back.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked

“Do you want to die?” He ask bluntly

“N-no please don’t kill me.”

“Then I won’t, besides, I don’t want to already lose my new pet.”

New pet!!? Now you just realized that you were stuck here with a monster… who kills innocent beings. Oh gods she hoped someone come and save you…

I definitely took some inspiration from my favorite Dragon artist/Writer Ciruelo who made a book of Dragons and talked about how Dragons male Dragons would get Lonely easily since they mate once a year and it’s not easy for male Dragons to become friends since they are territorial. So they pick up favorites, women of any race to keep them company, tell stories, sing songs, and cuddle………… also Fucking but Ciruelo didn’t want to put that in a kids book which I understand but I honestly can tell that was another intention the dragons had.

Kinda wanna do more… send me more ask’s about this 👀

#bg3 #bg3 bhaalspawn #bhaal #durge x reader #durge #baldurs gate 3 #the dark urge #durge dragonborn #the dark urge x reader #default durge x reader #default durge

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