#but their REAL job was to tell Gortash not to keep the brains of all of his mechanical soldiers in one location

[truly-sincerely]

Obsessively reading everything in game by and about Gortash and the dude is

On a philosophical trajectory that ends in immortality thru technology / the machine

Doesn't have an original bone in his body, but he can backwards engineer anything

Halfway to being a decent scientist but doesn't have the education and is deeply impatient

Overconfident in the veracity of his own results and conclusions

Accurately predicted that the brain would metamorphose and become more difficult to control and then did nothing about it

Outsources his propaganda / arts and humanities

Charming, but he got there in a Pavlovian way (learned from trial and error and probably doesn't consciously know how he does it)

Vindictive af (learned / reinforced)

Darwinian (in the worst way)

Sociopathic, obviously, but extremely Rationalist about it

Never asks questions he doesn't know the answer to and probably thinks this makes him sound more authoritative

Completely incompetent as a strategist (but doesn't know it)

Not nearly as narcissistic / full of himself as he pretends to be

Thinks what he wants is praise but it's never enough because it's not actually what he wants (he wants to be wanted)

Bane makes him feel wanted (conditionally)

Durge made him feel wanted (unconditionally)

Understands intellectually that Durge got ambushed, but he feels abandoned

See also: thematic parallels between Gortash and

Silouv Yali (the Adamantine Forge & the construct Grym)

Oliver (in the shadow-cursed lands)

Astarion and Gale, obviously

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Soap Pt.3 (Gortash x M!Trans Named Durge)

Word Count: 554

Thanatos woke up to his head throbbing with white-hot, searing pain, and his ears rang as if his brain was screeching. He was lying on a hard surface, body completely nude, and every single inch of him ached. His lower back itched, and it felt like there was some cold, viscus unmoving on it. The half drow tried to open his eyes, but he struggled for a few moments as the pain in his head worsened. When he finally managed to pry it open, there was a twinge of sickening disappointment as his right eye was still blinded. He fought to sit up enough to get a look around at his surroundings, all while his brain pounded in his skull. Much to his shock, he was in Gortash’s office before the Banite’s desk. He looked over to the window, which was still slightly ajar, and the bloody rag Thanatos had been using to cover his eye still sat in front of it on the ground. This confused the Bhaalspawn. How did he end up in Gortash’s office? 

A chill ran through him. He reached into his messy brain, remembering hazy memories of a bath, the taller man’s traveling fingers, and a warm, soft bed, but how did he end up here? Worry began to naw at him. Had… Had Thanatos made up the entire night in his twisted, bloodless brain? Had he crawled through to the Lordling’s office and passed out on the floor? Gortash had clear rules about unnecessary blood in his home, which included the Bhaalspawn’s so maybe he…

Maybe he stripped the half drow down and left him on the floor as punishment, or perhaps it was for some sick entertainment to the man, or maybe it was both. Nauseous swirled in his gut as the pain in his head intensified as shame began to eat through him. He tried to stand, but his legs refused to work; they could only shake and tremble as he put weight on them. Thanatos reached behind him to use the desk as leverage, but his hand slipped when he accidentally dragged an envelope off the desk. Curiosity made him look at the letter in Gortash's handwriting with its elegant gold ink. He’d always loved watching the man writing. What he was not expecting was the letter to be addressed to Thanatos. 

Ravenously, he reached for the letter, ripping the envelope apart and forcing his strained eye to read the small script. It hurt his brain but the pain was worth it as warmth replaced that cold, nervous feeling he had. There was also a giddiness in that feeling, almost like he was reading a lover’s letter. Perhaps Thanatos wasn’t as sick as he deemed himself to be.

Or, just maybe, Enver Gortash was just as sick and twisted as him. 

Thanatos,

I’ve been called away. I expect you can keep yourself safe for the time being. I would prefer not to return to a limb of your gone. Can you be a good boy and manage that? I believe you can; after all, I am telling you to.

Return to my office in a week when I return. This is not a request.

My bath will be open to you anytime from now on. I prefer your body to be clean.

Lord Enver Gortash

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Howdy there folks, I want to thank everyone who commented and like my posts of this fic! It's been a real highlight of my day and I'm just so grateful :'D I have a sequel planned however Im not sure how long it will take me to write it because I don't have too much time in the day with my job and usually when I come home from work I just want to chill but! I know what happens ajnd the direction so I WILL BE WRITING IT EVEN IF I HAVE TO STRAP MYSELF DOWN AND DO IT

Again thank you for reading about my trash goblin child and his not Banite boyfriend

(BTW these are also on Ao3 here if you want that there too)