[gnocchisskins]

Just made the healer that made me fell in love with Paladins (the game). It's just so silly to run around like a cockroach while healing the whole team, would totally recommend :o

[animentality]

Something I love about Durgetash I don’t see getting talked about a lot is like. The pain Gortash must feel, seeing Durge be a wreck physically and in terms of their memory but also healthier than they’ve ever been, mental and emotionally wise?

Like I feel like he and Durge probably came to the conclusion they were both deeply fucked up, irredeemable pieces of shit. But that’s ok, because they can be fucked up pieces of shit together. Then Durge disappears on him, and comes back with morals and a conscience and a found family holding them accountable and making them be better than they were and like?? Gortash thought that wasn’t possible. He thought they were both unsaveable, unredeemable, unloveable. But here Durge is loved and saved and seeking redemption.

If he took even a moment to confront what that meant he would realize that means he too is redeemable and saveable and lovable, but he can’t be. Not after all he’s done. Not after all this work he’s put in. So instead he tries to pretend things can go back to the way they were. That his Durge hasn’t changed, just come home to him.

I think it would break him to think the Durge he knew was never real, and that the person in front of him that abhors everything that his old friend stood for is the real them.

Anon hi.

do you like the taste of my heart on your blade?

what a gentle way to be massacred.

there's always been something so heartbreaking about Enver Gortash looking upon his former lover and refusing to see that they've changed.

he wants so badly to believe you're the same old you, he denies it every time you tell him you've changed.

he needs you to be the same because otherwise he truly is alone, just as he always feared.

if he accepts that you're different, he's accepted that you've died twice. he knows the pain of losing you twofold.

and it's unbearable, because he couldn't even accept that you died the first time. never allowed himself to feel that grief.

and he thought he got off scot free when he found out you were alive again.

but refusing to accept the truth... ooh that got him, didn't it?

it got him.

it's even worse knowing that the person you were wasn't your true self too.

and it would've been harder to accept that maybe he's not being his true self either, that the child he abandoned long ago in the hells, that scared little boy, is the true Enver Gortash. so he goes to his grave stubbornly denying his own humanity.

and the lynchpin was refusing to accept that the dark urge was more like him than he ever suspected.

that they were as broken as him, but had the capacity to fix themselves.

and in the end, they were stronger than him in every way they could be.

ah. anon.

take your hand out of my chest, please.

[aminta]

this has me in tears

[meanbossart]

In my lengthy research about drow culture for my story i have come up kind of short in regards to what they do for fun/leisure/art besides torturing children, killing each other, and having sex. So i would like to be the one to officially decreet that all drow can vogue, though they call it something dumb like doing the spider dance or whatever.

[hedge-magic]

Thrilled to report that drow do indeed have a dumb name for this- they call it a nedeirra, and it's a big edgy dance competition.

(Daughter of the Drow, Elaine Cunningham, 1995)

Though honestly I can't help but picture it as something a little more like this

[shrimpfriedpies]

caspian :3

[eyezzz]

Good day Gort natio- oh, it seems you’re intruding, guess he was expecting someone else?

[crimescrimson]

Red's Favourite Resident Evil Pairings: Sherry Birkin & Jake Muller (Shake) in Resident Evil 6

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[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

This is set BEFORE Corvus gets murdered and AFTER he got kicked out of the magistrate by his father. Thank u for understanding.

Just a little fluffy fic, nothing extra, just figuring out the dynamic of the two.

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As the darkness settled around the camp and everyone was slowly getting ready to sleep, Corvus was restless. Sitting in his chair, reading his notes over and over in the dim light of a candle.

“What are you sulking about?”

Corvus turned as quickly as possible just to meet the familiar face. “Caspian.” His brows furrowed. “You cannot be here. Not now. Not like this…”

The redhead slowly walked on over to him, gripping one of his shoulders and turning him back around to the table. “My sweet sweet darling, what’s on your mind?” He started massaging Corvus’ back, relieving some tension.

“There are…” He sighed, lifting his hands to lightly press fingers against his temples. “-many, many matters I must tend to… and believe that even more is to come.”

“Hm…” Caspian moved his hands, hugging the other man from the back and peaking over his shoulder. “What are these notes about?”

Corvus hastily covered the loose papers on his desk, turning his head a little to see Caspian’s face. “None of your business now is it?”

“Oh how I adore it when you’re so rough with me…” An ever present smile and arms squeezing Corvus’ shoulders clearly showing just how comfortable he was. “I just wish I could… Maybe calm you down a little- help you…”

“I don’t think you can help me… I just need space to get to the bottom of this-“

“What you need, my dear, is sleep…” Caspian planted a gentle kiss under his ear. “Go to bed, I’ll accompany you and leave just before sunrise, I promise.”

Corvus frowned, although his heart was longing to lie next to him. “I have my duties…”

“To who? Not the magistrate, that’s for certain… not to your father… not to yourself-“

“Stop acting like you know everything that happens in my world…” Corvus’ tone was harsh, the mention of his father hurt like a freshly opened wound. He owes everything to him and the Magistrate, and he cannot fail them once again.

“Ouch… up until now I thought I was your world, sweetheart?” Caspian straightened his back, taking a step away from his beloved. “But clearly your work is far more important than that, isn’t it?” He didn’t physically pout, but clearly really wanted to.

“My work is important for the entire realm, my sleep is important to me and lying in bed with you only benefits the two of us, what do you not understand? We’re a part of a bigger picture that is getting torn more and more with each passing day and the responsibility to glue it back together lies on my shoulders alone… I cannot rest.” He stood up from the chair, turning to Caspian. “I apologise…”

“This is going to destroy you.” Caspian shook his head, crossing his arms on his chest. “When have you last actually slept? Not rested, slept?”

“I don’t know… and it matters not, as long as I can hold a pen, I am useful-“

Caspian quickly stepped in closer to him, catching him by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t care about you being useful when you’re dead, you absolute mad man! It isn’t selfish of you to sleep! That is a necessity for every mortal!”

“But the abyss doesn’t rest, Caspian, the darkness doesn’t either.” His gaze softened, staring into the eyes of his partner. “I apologise, I apologise for everything…” He lifted his hands to Caspian’s cheeks and held them. “I need to protect this realm… And I must protect you.”

“Your protection is useless to me when you’re dead… Nor is it needed…” Caspian tugged on his collar and planted a kiss on his lips. “Come to bed or I’ll carry you there, idiot.”

Corvus smiled, caressing his cheeks. “I hate you, Caspian, your morals are horrendous and your lifestyle disgusts me.”

“Well, maybe, in your princely duties, you shouldn’t have chosen an assassin of kings for a partner, don’t you think?”

Corvus chuckled, both of them smiling at one another now. “You’re no assassin of kings, you just know how to look pretty with a sword-“

“Is that what caught your eye? My sword?”

“Mayhap it did, not like you’ll ever know.”

[lordenvergortash]

BRB, thinking of headcanons that Durge and Gortash were friends as kids then got separated when Durge murdered their foster family and Gortash was sold to Raphael.

Enver's family was poor in a lot of debts, so he probably spent nights eating dinner with Durge's foster family. They probably played in the streets together, without a care in the world.

Imagine one day, Durge's family doesn't answer the door when Enver comes over. He thinks they've abandoned him. THEN, his family sells him off to Raphael, just to pay back some debts. He's scared, alone, no one to turn to.

When he finally gets out of hell, he hears rumors of the Bhaalspawn risen to power and seeks them out (gotta make those connections), only to find himself face to face with Durge, who looks even more beaten down by life than him.

Loss of innocence trope goes crazzyyy

[transmascvillain]

Trans men really out here getting abnormally attached to durge and durgetash (i'm trans men). Religious-guilt and guilt in general from going against your father. Turning into an unspeakable monstrosity, willingly or unwillingly. Having intrusive thoughts that you feel like you should be disgusted of. Fucking Gortash.

[wild-magic-oops]

Durgetash intensifies

[mahitekei]

WDYM

WDYM

WDYM

WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN...... HARAJUKU KAT..........??????? MAEVE?!!!!

[theoldkyokodied]

This bloodweave art dump has it all: The price of devotion, the serenity of simple touches, cat to cat communication and iasip redraws with slightly altered dialogue

[sinizade]

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

[snifsnoof]

little digital painting practice red dead scenery :,)

(close ups under the cut)

[feniksido]

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

[cats-obsessions]

In act 3, Durge should be able to gift Gortash Raphael’s head as a treat. Just a little, ya know, token of affection to renew their vows celebrate their new post amnesia alliance.