#this is why everyone at moonrise was like not this fucking weirdo again

[lwiann]

i adore your durge so much please share facts about him if you are so inclined

omg thank you for taking interest in him... 🥺

He's a really quiet guy who takes the cult business seriously. He's got insane father issues with Bhaal and does everything he can to be his perfect son. Hence the extreme religious crisis when he met and got obsessed with Gortash to the point where he would punish himself through self-flagellation and offering more bodies to him. Self punishment has always been something he did when he thinks he disobeyed Bhaal, but it was never that bad until Gortash... hjkgfkdfg anyway..

He enjoys the killing and whatnot.. typical durge stuff. Huge ego, pretty pompous. but there were times when he'd wish more in life and question his purpose especially during the start of his fall from grace. questioning what he wants aside from killing. be with who he wants. I cant ever talk about him without bringing up Gortash hjfkff but Gortash really did ruin him because for the first time, he wants something more than the purpose his murderous father has given him. His one true equal in this world. The only person whom he has told his real name that was given to him by his adoptive family before the urges came. Yet the only way he knew how to express his love is to tell him "i will kill you on my father's altar and then myself" lmao.. just two very emotionally constipated evil people honestly.

Post-tadpole, he tries redeeming himself and ultimately fails because I think it's such good tragedy. He develops a thing with Gale but can never really commit to anything because the moment he woke up on that pod, there is a hole in his heart in the shape of a tyrant he can barely remember. So it's more of a complicated interest in gale. I am torn between: Gale makes him sane and he's truly the only person that he never wants to hurt. or someone he wants to corrupt. mostly leaning on the latter. but less corruption and more of trying to maximize his potential, is what Vanh believes he's doing anyway. he's still very much a silly fucked up evil guy with or without bhaal...

I could go on and on... he's so special to me jgdfkgkkg...

when he's not being an undiagnosed edgelord (lol) he likes the sky, he likes the ocean. he likes watching the tyrant tinker with his metals and inventions. He likes watching the wizard cook. he's very observant in an almost creepy way. He likes being alone too where nothing can disturb him.

as a cult leader, hes just a very annoying guy when he talks, honestly. he could go and on and on about his father and his unholy mission and i like to think he would be banned from fortnite lobbies 💀💀

[reveriesforyou]

Secretary

Hey guys! This is starts out sorta smutty, and ends a bit smutty too? But the middle is sorta fluffy? Tom learns what the reader's favorite romantic film of all time is, and he's very intrigued. (I promise it isn't 50 shades lmao)

Secretary

    Tom couldn’t stop looking at her. She wasn’t doing anything special. In fact, she was reading, which is something that she did quite often, but tonight, Tom couldn’t bare it. He’d been riled up since breakfast when someone had asked her what her favorite romantic film of all time was and she, without thinking, responded, “‘Secretary’.”

    There a pause around the table, clearly indicating that nobody had heard of it before, and she quickly tried to take it back, a venomous blush spreading across the length of her cheekbones. “Shoot, I meant something else! I meant to say ‘Moonrise Kingdom.’”

    Tom opened and shut his mouth, beginning to ask what her first choice was about when her friend across the table beat him to it.

    “Oh my god! Oh my god! Look at the cover art!” She flashed her phone screen to the numerous eyes of their friends, who all crowded around, ardently lurching from their chairs. Tom removed his hand from the back of her chair to grasp her friend’s phone and his mouth dropped into a silent ‘o’.

    The film’s poster was red, green and grey and depicted a woman with her arms pinned over her head by some type of contraption, and bent over a desk. A man stood behind her, seemingly prepared to either, spank her, or to take her exceedingly roughly from behind.  Either way, Tom found it painfully titillating.

    He could imagine her spread out, just like that, for him. Fuck, he could imagine her bending over right here for him. To take her, all he’d have to do is shift the short material of her skirt up over her bum and slide her panties to the side and unzip his jeans.

    Tom cursed himself for inviting their friends to breakfast. They could’ve had a go in the bathroom, but instead, Tom would need to pretend to be utterly enticed by his pancakes.

    She, on the other hand, after finally realizing what was being shown of the phone’s screen, covered her face with her hands and tried to giggle away her embarrassment. Shoving her coffee mug to her lips, she took a desperate drink and immediately tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

    “But, but, you’re so innocent? You asked me how to put on a garter belt not even two days ago? How can you be into this when you don’t even know how to put on lingerie?!?!” Her friend questioned, clearly not keen on dropping the subject anytime soon.

    Finally, he decided to step in, being the doting boyfriend he was, Tom brought up a funny story about the time he’d walked in on a couple going at it at a party. ‘Secretary’ was forgotten by their friends and Tom decided to not tease her about the film until later, when they were alone.

    He tucked her underneath his arm and kissed her temple as the conversation went back to normal, ignoring the urge to trail his kisses down her neck and his fingers up her skirt. When the clock neared 9:30, she leaned into him and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth and grabbed her schoolbag.

    “Will you pick me up at 5?” She asked him, peering up at him through her lashes.

    Tom wanted to respond, but all he could focus on was the lingering taste of her vanilla lipgloss smeared across the corner of his mouth. He thought of all the other places he’d like her glossy lips.

    “Go back to bed, you seem sleepy. I’ll see you later.” She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a proper kiss and turned around and left.

    “Love you!” Tom called after her and she waved, laughing as Tom began to blow her kisses.

    “Holy fuck,” Tom mumbled and raked a hand through his hair. A strawberry was thrown at him as his friends began to taunt him about his sex life. Shaking his head and shooting profanity their way, goodbyes were shared round the table and everyone left to carry on with their day.

    Tom’s day included laying around the house, anxiously awaiting 5 o'clock and trying to distract himself from the thought of her leaned over a desk, with her thighs open for him.

Flicking on the T.V., he decided that he may as well order ‘Secretary’ on demand, seeing as it was all he was able to coherently think about.

About two hours later, Tom was too turned on to function. The film was hot. When he thought about her watching it, he just became even more bothered. The female lead liked to be spanked, tied up and came on. When Tom thought about it, so did his girlfriend.

When Tom would playfully slap her ass and jokingly demand that she complete some random task, she’d always obediently nod her head and follow his directions. Tom also noted that she liked being told what to do in bed, and she liked it even more when he was in control. Her moans always seem louder when he pinned her hands down while he touched her.

Now, she was home, her classes of the day having finished around an hour and a half ago. She was spread across the couch, laying on her stomach, wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts and bobby socks. Tom could tell  that she’d tossed her bra the second she had gotten home.

He plopped down next to her and lifted her legs into his lap. They were smooth and soft as he ran his fingers up and down the back of her calf.

“Whatcha reading,” Tom questioned, shamelessly staring at her bum.

Not even turning her head, she replied, “it’s a play by Patrick Marber called ‘Closer.’”

“Is it any good?” Tom asked, slowly moving his hands further up her legs.

“Want me to read it to you?” She said, “I can start from the beginning.”

“No,” Tom whined, “pay attention to me, I’ve missed you all day.”

Rolling onto her side, she propped her head up on an elbow, “Have you now? Just seems like you’re horny.”

Tom snorted and pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. “How could I not be baby? Teased me all fucking day with that stupid film. Couldn’t get it out of my head all day.”

“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing,” She whimpered, hiding her face in the crook of Tom’s neck. “I promise that I’m not a deranged weirdo, I-”

“Darling, no! How could I think that? You’ve just never told me that you wanted anything like that. I was just surprised.” Tom said, brushing her hair away from her neck to kiss it lovingly. “I adore you, always and forever. I could never think that you’re deranged, you’re much too intelligent, love.”

She stayed silent, but raised her head to give the corner of Tom’s jaw a kiss.

“You know that if you want that, you can say so. All we need to do is figure out a safe word, don’t want you getting hurt.” Tom said, looking down at her.

“Wait, do you, like, want to do,” She paused shyly, “that?”

Throwing his head back, Tom laughed so loud that she could feel his chest rumble from her position, curled into the warmth of his body. “Course I do? Are you fucking kidding? Why do you think I’ve been so needy? I love you and I wanna give you what you want, so what I’m saying is, if you want me to be rougher, than ask me.”

She cocked her head to the side, “But do you? Want to do that?” She asked, fumbling with the hem of Tom’s T-shirt.

“Yes, sweetheart, badly.” Tom assured her, shifting her position on his lap so he could look her directly in the eye. “Ask me.”

“Tom,” She started, a rosy flush consuming her normal skin tone, “could you please be more dominant in bed? I’d really, really like it.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper and she pressed her face into Tom’s shoulder once again.

Seizing her waist and throwing her back onto the couch, he moved in between her parted legs. His voice was gruff and deep when he answered her, “Course, baby, all you had to do was ask.” Tom yanked the shirt of his that she had borrowed open, “if I start to hurt you, the safe word is ‘tulip’, alright? Say it back to me so I know that you’ve heard it.”

Tom’s hands curled around the bare skin of her waist as he lightly bit down on her collarbone. “Darling, tell me the word.”

Her eyelashes fluttered against her brow bone as she tried to keep her eyes open, “Tulip.” She gasped out, “Tom, please, more.”

Smirking, Tom did just that.