DIRGE

Shadows coil in the corners of Valance’s mind, whispering truths he cannot remember. Once, he was something else—someone else—but that knowledge has been stolen, leaving only the relentless pulse of survival.

Thrown into chaos aboard a mindflayer ship, Valance awakens with no memory, bound by fate to companions as lost as himself, each carrying their own burdens and desperate desires for salvation.

As sinister forces tighten their grip, Valance must navigate a world of deceit, power, and control, uncovering the horrors buried within him before they consume him whole. But in a world where destiny is written in cruelty, does he have the strength to rewrite his own story? Or will he succumb to the whispers calling him home?

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Hi and Welcome to my blog about my fan comic/story Dirge, the BG3 Dark Urge storyline through the eyes of my OC Valance. I have been working on Dirge stuff for a little over a year now! OMG -_-. This project is a labor of love and my energy for it has facilitated my growth as both an artist and a writer.

THIS IS AN 18+ blog, while it isn't chock-o-block full of NSFW stuff, it is for sure included in my story so it best we just put in the content warning.

I am a huge nerd about this story guys, so feel free to ask me anything if you are curious.

I have ADHD and dyslexia, I'm letting you all know so you can expect: Bad spelling, grammar, and posting schedules. I am a fast poster and so I rarely edit the art. But if you're ok with navigating my brain and you like stories that'll pull at your heartstrings...you're gonna like it here.

CW: blood, gore, exploring complex trauma - it can get heavy guys JSYK.

Posts for both the fics and the comic can be found at:

I haven’t drawn in forever, but I am playing an evil BG3 run with my bud and we ascended Astarion…my heart just about died.

Checking in, it’s been a little bit now and I am feeling a bit better. Freud has been strange but I have tried to live my life openly and be receptive to opportunities for connection and growth and I’m feeling a lot better. Obviously this will always hurt but I’m proud of how I have been managing.

Thank you to everyone who has been patient with commissions and to those that have checked in. Very thankful for the community I found here.

In order to stay sane, my bipolar ass has needed to dive into physical projects. I am trying to set aside intentional processing time, but there are a lot of hours in the day to potentially fall apart in. So I have been cleaning, painting, organizing and designing spaces in my house to give myself a break from grief.

After not having a space that was just mine for a long time, I have finally made what I consider to be a perfect nest for me.

I wanted to use real bookshelves to hide my doors, but the room just wasn’t big enough to attempt it so here is my back up.

I don’t want Tyler to become a lesson, but that’s what death does… it teaches us. So I have to reluctantly learn. We loved eachother palpably - so much that his family keeps telling me its presence is holding them together - and he would love that gay shit. That we loved so hard it’s sustaining others.

We were seperated by responsibility and circumstance. And for three years I stayed away from him out of anxiety that my part hurt him enough that I deserved to be seperate from him. But with everything his family says and his messages, and all the evidence of me in his room… I know he never stopped loving me like I loved him.

There is a note book I found in his room, and it says ‘there are no ordinary cats’ and that phrase is keeping me up. Because there aren’t. He was an incredible ‘cat’ and even though he is gone too soon he will have shaped and will reshape my life. So I’m working on a project with the same title ‘there are no ordinary cats’ as an attempt to make the crazy situation make sense to me. It might be weird but I’ll post it to another blog and yall can read it as it comes.

I will be taking a break from my other endeavors to grieve in this way. Anyway I practiced drawing us as cats. This is when we met at my friends weddding. I kept trying to get him to hang out with my best friend but he kept finding ways to keep me near by instead.

Sorry for the over share, and the million paused projects…part of the process I guess.

I am devastated.

Rest in peace babe, you were a beautiful, kind and loving human. I’m less without you.

Ok, did a little edit cuz I’m a picky guy.

Big fan of some BG3 comic makers on Tumblr, long time lurker type stuff, and recently I have been engaging more and more with some of my favorite creators.

So thanks @cleomigadon for all the snaps and encouragement. I have made a Raven in my style.