Baldurs Gate Gortash - Tumblr Posts
Hello hello everyone! I’ve finally caved in and joined tumblr, I have not a darn clue how to use this app really, but anywho; I’m an Artist with a huge hyperfixation on BG3, not sure what to do for my first post so here’s some of my favorite recent drawings and sketches! (plus some WIPs!) Hope this reaches the right audience lol.
I’m hoping to use this page mostly for fixation ramblings and sketches with the occasional finished piece and oc art. Hoping to meet fellow BG3 fans here 👉👈💕 I’m most active over on insta, @ J.Morp_Art
I would not rest until I made this idiotic meme of Durgetash
Some Gortash coded unhinged textposts I made recently.
There’s more but I hit the image limit 💔💔
Thought Y’all would enjoy them teehee 🫶
Photo credit for the cult leader tweet: @bearhugsandshrugs :)
Thanks for all the tags on my Gortmemes!™️ 🫶
Unhinged Gortposts: The Sequel.
Here’s the rest of them that I couldn’t fit into the OG post, absolutely love this terrible old man he’s the best/worst 🤭💕💕💕
Some Gortash coded unhinged textposts I made recently.
There’s more but I hit the image limit 💔💔
Thought Y’all would enjoy them teehee 🫶
Hello Gortnation; I humbly present to y’all, my latest Portrait of Lord Enver Whoretash. I’m turning this design into a keychain as well!
I finally got around to finishing it and I’m so very happy with the result!
Turns out the only way to keep yourself out of artblock is drawing your favorite blorbo repeatedly. ✨
Anyways keychains of canon Durge will hopefully be finished next so we can have keychains of the murderbfs
Sketches from last night! WIP sketch of Gorty redrawn in the fallen angel/lucifer painting pose. (I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for so long I NEEDED to get it down)
And then a little warmup sketch of sleepy gortash turned into Durgetash cuddles lol
Y’all have I finally ascended as an artist?? I Finally hit a true milestone in my art, aka my fanart got popular enough to be reposted on Pinterest for the first time (AFAIK). I’m not mad lmao it’s just really amusing, I did such a double take at seeing my own art on my Pinterest home feed.
Anywho, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone for all the love on my fav Gorty drawing, I truly appreciate it and just a little update; He is in the process of being turned into keychains rn! I’m planning on opening an Etsy shop once I get a few more designs finished.
And since this has happened now, I might as well clarify my repost boundaries. I am okay with CREDITED reposts, I don’t mind them as long as you credit me or link to my original post!
I personally find reposts to be a good method of engagement/getting my art more reach and such, so I do not mind reposts overall! I appreciate them, Just credit me or ask beforehand! 🫶
And once again, Thanks for all the love on this drawing! :)
This method acting might pay our bills
1.7k words, enver gortash x the dark urge.
no smut! lots of kisses, fluffy kinda idk, durge constantly having inner monologues lol, heavily implied first kiss for durge.
It was often difficult for you to forget who you were, what you were. A wretched blade, stained with the blood of countless men, the strength of your faith so mighty that you could never be dulled no matter how many you slayed in the name of your God.
Only tonight, you were forgetting. Tonight, thoughts plagued your mind like flies around a rotting corpse. Thoughts of whom, you could never admit out loud.
Enver Gortash; the bane of your existence.
The Chosen of Bane being the source of your recent troubles was something you would have never predicted, the absurdity of the situation you now found yourself in was enough to make you want to claw out your eyes. Your hands twitched eargerly at the thought.
You found it hard to pinpoint exactly when this had started, perhaps when you met? Long nights spent creating ploys, yearning, drinking, and coming to understand one another better than anyone else blurred the lines. Before you knew it, you wanted less and less to see what grand artwork he would become in the name Bhaal and moreso the kind of faces he'd make fast asleep and safe in slumber. It didn't help that you found him sickeningly attractive.
Denying your affection for the man proved tedious. You had never bothered to learn how to act, let alone deny yourself of anything you wanted for this long, now painfully aware that you aren't even remotely talented at it. It was about time that you admitted to yourself that you felt more for him than petty admiration. However, to do so, you'd be committing your first sin against Father. Unbeknownst to you, the first sin of many. There would be no coming back after that.
"There you are, I've been looking for you." Spoke the devil himself, interrupting your train of thought as he sat down next to you.
You didn't bother answering him, choosing to continue staring out at the sea, which seemed to be further away now compared to when you were lost in your mind.
"What are you doing? I didn't have you pegged as the brooding type." Upon realizing you were in a fairly calm mood, he sat a little closer to you. If he noticed the way you tensed, he didn't comment on it.
"I'm not.." The words died in your throat, making you frown. When you spoke again, you found your tone had adopted a softness wholly foreign to you, "I'm people watching, as they call it."
He studied your face for a moment, before following your gaze down to the shoreline. He hummed in amusement when he saw what you were looking at, civilians of all kinds simply going about their daily lives. For a moment, he wondered wether you envied them, then remembered who you were. You noticed this seemed to surprise him with the way he looked back at you, the slight upturn of his lips indicated that he was considering teasing you about it, but he never did. It both pleased and frustrated you immensely, knowing how he'd take your feelings into consideration before he acted, despite never thinking you had any yourself. You silently hoped this was some scheme of his, that he was manipulating you like he had so many others, so that you could have a reason to want to kill him.
"..Why?" Your hopes were quickly snuffed out at his curiosity and the gentleness of which he spoke, making your chest tighten.
"All of them are so small, so insignificant, and yet.." You don't continue that thought, your tone betraying your melancholy, "They look happy enough, don't they?"
Your anemoia didn't go unnoticed by him, but the sense of finality to your last sentence indicated you didn't want to talk about it further, so he left it alone. Gods forbid he invoke your wrath here, where he had finally got you all to himself to talk to you as he wished.
You watch out the corner of your eye as he unwraps a small package he had taken from his pocket, revealing an assortment of sliced fruits. When he notices your gaze, he offers you some. Then he chuckles when your nose wrinkles and you shake your head.
"You don't like them? I thought you did, you ate all the fruit at the table during our last meeting."
"They're sour, I don't like those ones."
"Ah." He nods quietly, wrapping them back up and putting them in his pocket, "Apologies, I'll keep that in mind."
If you looked, which you do, you'd notice how his hair looked a little messier than usual and that he appeared to have just come from the baths based on the slight flush of colour on his cheeks. From here, you could feel how warm he was and the subtle scent of soap invaded your senses. You figured it couldn't hurt, so you moved closer so that your shoulders brushed together, all while staring back out to the sea intently.
"Why were you looking for me?" You ask after a short while.
"I wanted to see you." He says, as though it was obvious. Open with his affection while simultaneously keeping his cards close to his chest, which was so typical of him.
"What for? A cuddle?" You respond with sarcasm, grinning at him as though the idea was foolish. A warning, really. You could slit his throat right here and he wouldn't be able to do much about it. You then frowned, closing your eyes temporarily as the urge took delight in that thought.
"Tempting.." He mutters, taking your hand slowly. You take a measured breath and when you open your eyes again, he's smiling at you fondly.
You hum quietly in agreement, curling in on yourself in shame. You'd apologize to Father properly later, but right now you needed to let him know how you felt, even through an action so small. The guilt would surely eat you alive, it was already starting to, settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach whilst a repulsive warmth crept up your spine, seeping into the cracks of your blackened heart with unadulterated vengeance. The only thing keeping you from baring your teeth, from tearing skin from bone, from giving in to your vicious indulgence as a pathetic attempt to escape the confusing feelings swarming your brain and suffocating you was something as mundane as him squeezing your hand.
How cruel, you thought, to have to live alongside Enver Gortash and not be allowed to love him freely.
All it took was one last look into his eyes, and that delicate thread that held you both in your respective places snapped. With newfound vigor, he surged forward and kissed you, determined and desperate to take from you whatever you'd allow. After half a minute or so, as if remembering himself, he eased back to take in your expression, preparing himself to face your fury and be annihilated.
However, the sight before him now made his knees weak, yet not with fear. You were a beauty. Glossy lips parted as you caught your breath, eyes wide and dazed, and the most charming tinge of pink across your face. So incredibly precious, he couldn't withhold the satisfied chuckle that escaped him.
"What?" You frowned, trying to decipher what was so amusing to him, though that only served to make him laugh more, the sound coming from deep within his chest.
"Oh, my dear assassin.." His laughter died down, but the mirth in his eyes did not, "You will surely be the cause of my ruin."
"Don't be foolish." You hissed, fingers snaking into the hair at his nape and pulling him to you to kiss him once more, this urge more ravenous than the one that calls you to slaughter. All lips and teeth colliding, you greedily grab at his hair and tug, urging him to give you more of whatever this was.
"Easy.." He murmured, nudging your noses together as his arm curled around you and brought you closer to him, "Not so harsh."
You felt his hand cup your jaw, thumb swiping across your cheek, the action calming you as you loosened your grip on him. All you knew was harsh. You were bred to make the world bleed. This was new, this was frightening, a tenderness so unknown to you that it shattered every perception of mortal relationships you had spent your entire life building.
He kissed you once softly, then twice as though he could sense your unease.
"It's alright, you know," He said as his palm smoothed circles into your back, "That you don't know what you're doing."
You opened your mouth immediately to protest, then scowled upon realizing it would be pointless, he was right. Your method acting thus far had been excellent, flawless even, so much so that it was to the point where when it came to anything else, you were at a loss.
"Do you truly believe I'm capable of more?" You ask, your voice a little less than a whisper.
"I do. Do you?"
He replied, without missing a beat.
You didn't know. Being more than an executioner was never something you had thought about. You didn't even think yourself capable of such thoughts until he came along, with all of his wonderful ideas and genius inventions, sparking new inspiration in your mind. Father would not approve. Gortash brought forth temptation, guilt and a new feeling that bubbled away, warm and dizzying in your veins, making it hard to care about anything else.
You didn't wish to think on it anymore, so you shut your eyes and took the liberty of tucking your head under his chin, both of you sitting there in silence for a while longer. For once, your mind was quiet.
"How did you manage to get up here?" Your question almost breaks the peaceful atmosphere, but you continue on, "I hadn't thought you were all that athletic."
"Not to worry, I'll be sure to change your persuasion in time." You could hear the amusement plain in his tone, he was teasing you. As soon as your head snapped toward him, giving him an incredulous look, he could only start laughing.