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[akelan]

Blorbo love 🫶😍

Thank you @mein-liebling for tagging! 🖤

If Gasper were real, we would probably fight to the death and he would win because he works for the cops. 😔

Template is here (her/him) or here (them)

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

I have a headcanon this is Envers illegitimate son.

[doomedlamb]

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

"... that drow stole my situationship!"

[maurlim]

Gort likes it rough. Perhaps, too rough...

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

So, that means, twice now he has died, and gone straight to Bane. With claw and teeth marks on him. And had to explain why he was suddenly dead to his god, before Durge revivified him...?

Oh Bane is never letting Bhaal live this down. The physical incarnation of murder brought the chosen of his foe back to life TWICE.

[drmace]

At some point I got curious and tried turning down every single one of Gortash's offers - and he somehow had a counterargument for all of them, which honestly cracked me up. This man does not know how to give up xD

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

He's like the worst door to door salesman ever known.

[arlynx]

so i've been thinking

when gortash finally escapes the house of hope, how come raphael doesn't come after him?

so far, i have four theories

theory number one: raphael is playing tri-dimensional chess, pardon, lanceboard, and this is all part of his very long term plan

it's not impossible, and it does seem he's plotting to overthrow gortash in act 3, but the devil has 14 int so i'm not entirely sold on this one

theory number two:

raphael considers gortash escaping a near impossible feat and is forced to begrudgingly admit gortash has won his freedom back

kinda funny, but idk if that's entirely legal

theory number three:

gortash escaped after reaching his voting age, thus officially aging out of any and all agreements involving him that were made by other people on his behalf; raphael has no legal power over him anymore

(it's different with mol bc she has no legal guardians)

and theory number four:

raphael is full of shit, is making up as he goes along, and so he just wants to see what happens next

very relatable and funny

do you guys have other ideas? i'd love to read them

[elinorbard]

I really love number three, particularly that Raphael or his designees never had a contract with Gortash; they had a contract with his parents, and as soon as he reached the age of legal majority, that contract has no effect. You can't enforce a contract that he never agreed to. I think that holds true whether or not the age if majority matters (which would be another reason it works for Mol); Gortash never made the deal.

Raphael also may not have cared that much. I could easily see the Mad Men "I feel sorry for you"/"I don't think about you at all" dynamic.

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Great ideas, here's my very boring opinion:

In DnD lore, EVERY single pact made by a devil has a loophole. This is a devil SPECIFIC bit of lore. By the laws of the hells, they have to include the loophole. It's also canon that if you find and use the loophole, the devil can't really do anything about it. They lost your soul fair and square. They even tend to have a grudging respect towards mortals who do it because devils LIVE for these very complicated pacts and loopholes. It's lowkey a distorted version of the fey liking riddles.

All that out of the way:

I think Enver simply found the loophole, used it, and got out. Very boring, unless we were to know exactly what the contract and loophole were. And unfortunately Larian didnt include it. Sad.

[arlynx]

okay but this is hilarious, lmao

the devils are contractually obligated to include a way for someone to get out of their contractual obligations

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

And now you know why 9 times out of 10 if I am play DnD I am playing a fiend warlock. It's just too comical to not go for it.

[arlynx]

so i've been thinking

when gortash finally escapes the house of hope, how come raphael doesn't come after him?

so far, i have four theories

theory number one: raphael is playing tri-dimensional chess, pardon, lanceboard, and this is all part of his very long term plan

it's not impossible, and it does seem he's plotting to overthrow gortash in act 3, but the devil has 14 int so i'm not entirely sold on this one

theory number two:

raphael considers gortash escaping a near impossible feat and is forced to begrudgingly admit gortash has won his freedom back

kinda funny, but idk if that's entirely legal

theory number three:

gortash escaped after reaching his voting age, thus officially aging out of any and all agreements involving him that were made by other people on his behalf; raphael has no legal power over him anymore

(it's different with mol bc she has no legal guardians)

and theory number four:

raphael is full of shit, is making up as he goes along, and so he just wants to see what happens next

very relatable and funny

do you guys have other ideas? i'd love to read them

[elinorbard]

I really love number three, particularly that Raphael or his designees never had a contract with Gortash; they had a contract with his parents, and as soon as he reached the age of legal majority, that contract has no effect. You can't enforce a contract that he never agreed to. I think that holds true whether or not the age if majority matters (which would be another reason it works for Mol); Gortash never made the deal.

Raphael also may not have cared that much. I could easily see the Mad Men "I feel sorry for you"/"I don't think about you at all" dynamic.

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Great ideas, here's my very boring opinion:

In DnD lore, EVERY single pact made by a devil has a loophole. This is a devil SPECIFIC bit of lore. By the laws of the hells, they have to include the loophole. It's also canon that if you find and use the loophole, the devil can't really do anything about it. They lost your soul fair and square. They even tend to have a grudging respect towards mortals who do it because devils LIVE for these very complicated pacts and loopholes. It's lowkey a distorted version of the fey liking riddles.

All that out of the way:

I think Enver simply found the loophole, used it, and got out. Very boring, unless we were to know exactly what the contract and loophole were. And unfortunately Larian didnt include it. Sad.

[arlynx]

why didn't anyone tell me this cutscene existed

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Oh he is so sassy, imagine this man as a Father, you won't get away with anything...

[owltaxidermy]

So, I have a very stubborn headcanon regarding Gortash's puffy fringe and I had to make a comic about it.

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

I shall now accept the headcanon that Enver has tiny little nubs for horns

[awwright]

Illustrating my fan fiction.

Scene set before the events of BG3. Currently driving back to Baldur’s Gate after visiting Ketheric Thorm at Moonrise Towers.

“ Dark Urge opens his eyes as the coach jolts over an obstacle. The sun is rising slowly, illuminating their surroundings.

He’s tucked into the corner just as he had been when he closed his eyes earlier.

Gortash sits on the other end of the seat. This time, he’s asleep.

So peaceful, Dark Urge thinks to himself, oddly fascinated by the sight.

Gortash’s back rests against the door-side wall, his body awkwardly leaning into the seat with his legs angled, knees pressed against the back of the seat. Wild strands of hair fall over his face, hiding most of it from view, his head hanging low. His arms wedged between his stomach and his legs.

It would be amusing if he fell over, Dark Urge thinks as the coach drives over another obstacle.

A sudden pressure against his leg pulls him from his quiet observation. A kick. He looks down.

A strange green socked foot pressed into his thigh, the fabric stretches just enough to reveal the embroidered black imprint ‘MON’ on it. Dark Urge stares at it.

He lifts his gaze again, observing his slumbering ally with irritation.

How does this tiny oddling take up so much space?! “

[drmace]

If anyone ever asked Gortash about it, he'd probably say something like this

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Hes draw so absolutely deliciously in this comic... imma bite his uneven jawline!

[drmace]

If anyone ever asked Gortash about it, he'd probably say something like this

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Omg he's so edgy and tired I love him 💗

[killianwashere]

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

He lost his situationship who was also his soul mate, is on 2 hours of sleep, 2 gallons of coffee, and probably fantasy cocaine. He's fine.

[ggoggogog]

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Whaaaat? Youre mad I put bombs in teddy bears? What's the big deal?

[orphanedsource]

durge handling all of her struggles in a responsible manner with Gortash

[bhaalsbabe]

Hcs about Gortash inventing a fucking machine for you

Pairing: Enver Gortash x gn!Reader (can be both Tav & Durge)

Genre: smut

Warnings/Summary: MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, aftercare (receiving), fucking machine (receiving), bondage (receiving) , voyeurism (@ Reader)

-Gortash is a busy man, but he loves his lover (you!) dearly.

-So, in all his brilliance, he invents a fucking machine for you, so you can have fun while he's gone.

-And he can have fun too, having the remote control with him at all times, though you have access to an emergency controller that stops the machine and prevents him from turning it on until it gets manually reset.

-He'd set up a scrying eye in the room with the fucking machine so he can watch you get railed by it.

-When he has a few extra minutes of free time, he shamelessly jacks off to the imaginery of you, with your legs spread and tied up as the fake cock keeps entering and leaving your hole, but it's never as good as the real thing.

-When he has meetings with patriars and other important figures, you know when he gets annoyed by them because then the speed of the fucking machine increases, a lot.

-Sometimes he almost feels sorry for you when he sees the state you're in when he checks on the scrying eye feed after such meeting, all messy and fucked out, thighs shaking and eyes red from tears.

-When you rile him up in the morning and he doesn't have time to fuck you himself, this handy device comes in.

-And he will be punishing you for making him go around his subordinates with stiff cock in his pants.

-He can be very ruthless but if he feels like it's too much for you and not in a good way, he will stop the machine and let you rest.

-He always brings you a thoughtful gift when your fucking machine shenanigans end for the day.

-He also makes his personal cook prepare your favourite meal for you.

-He's so gentle with you, he always cleans you thoroughly, checks up on you, kisses the places where the ropes were and puts healing salves on them if they've become too sore and scratched, and he's basically ready to give you anything you'd ask of him.

-Want to be held for the rest of the day? Done, you're being pulled into his arms immediately. Want him to be the one to fuck you? He's already pulling his pants down eagerly. Want to use the fucking machine on him? He thought you'd never ask. Want him to marry you? Oh, he's actually getting on his knees and pulling up a small box with a ring-

[kawareo]

For all my whining and decreasing mental health over the last few weeks, I've just been to my first mosh pit and it mightve fixed me

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Enver after he escaped Avernus and went to a single cobblestone party.

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Enver Gortash Musings 21

There are things Enver does well at, as a father. He loves and dotes on his children, helps them with their studies, and is generally good at emotional support even with his firmness.

However, when your third child, a daughter named Lyria, got an interest in music, particularly the violin, he was less than thrilled. Enver, to your confusion, did not typically enjoy music. He danced occasionally at a ball with you, but never went with you to the theater or any musical events. His reasoning was that he simply didn't like them, and you did not push the matter.

However, when Lyria finally figured out how to play hot cross buns on the violin, followed shortly by twinkle twinkle little star, and the itsy bitsy spider, Enver and you were treated to endless private performances by her. Enver sometimes seemed as if he was considering burning the violin. He never mentioned that to Lyria of course, and anytime she played for him he gave her a polite little clap.

Despite hating the sound of her practicing two floors below, Enver always made sure her tutors were the best money could get, and even bribed a local musicians guild into letting her into the children's choir even though she was two years younger than what was allowed. And when the choir had big performances, Enver was sitting in the front row right beside you, a large bouquet of your daughter's favorite flowers in his hand to present to her after the show.

One day as Enver and you are sitting in your parlor and enjoying the late afternoon, Lyria approaches you with her violin, teary eyed. She cannot get it tuned properly and her tutor will not be around for another two days. She asks you, fearfully, if you could send for her tutor.

"I love you." You said gently. "But no. Your tutor is entitled to his days off, and I will not disrupt him for this."

She begins to cry. You prepare yourself to give a gentle lecture on respecting the people under your employ and patience being a virtue. She's five, so it will be a difficult conversation.

Before you can begin, Enver plucks the violin from her hands, raises it properly to his chin, and tickles the strings with the bow a few times. Wordlessly, he then tunes a few of the strings, tickles the notes again, and then hands the violin, now perfectly tuned, to Lyria.

Lyria is too excited to think about the facts of what she has just witnessed. She takes her violin, gives Envers cheek a kiss, and with a sweet little goodbye she runs off to practice.

Enver returns to his glass of whiskey and his newspaper, likely hoping to not speak of what he had done. Your gaze pierces the side of his head sharper than a blade, your tongue sharper still. "Who are you?"

Enver scoffs a little. "Your husband. Enough with this silliness. Tell me more about the conversation you had with Lady Becker yesterday. Is her husband still unwilling to invest in my research?"