#it was Orin

[reikodoesfanstuff]

Hello, I'm sadly (for you) back on my Durgetash headcannon writing. A lil bit of marriage hc for y'all:

Enver stirred to a dark room. Only a faint glow of moonlight behind the heavy curtains let him know it must still be early... or late. His hand wanders to the warm, empty spot beside him in bed. Enver sighs gently and raises to his elbows, despite his human sight preventing him from seeing anything in the pitch black room.

"Where are you sneaking off to at this hour?" he asks to the still room. In the silence, every rustle too loud. The brush of fabric, the creak of the bed, his own heart beat. There's no sound from them but only a brief moment's pause before he feels the bed dip next to him, and a warm hand finds his cheek. His assassin ran their thumb along his lips ever so faintly, as if thinking of silencing his questions with a kiss.

"There's something I have to do before today. Something I have to finish." they say gently, almost tentatively.

"You mean someone." it's not a question and he says it with a touch of amusement. He takes the hand on his cheek in his own, feeling the simple metal band around their ring finger on his lips in a light kiss. "Does it have to be today? Right now? Surely whoever it is will still be alive after tomorrow."

The calloused hand slides from his own as they stood, leaving only the cold in their wake.

"Yes. It must be today. I just... have to secure... this." warmth radiates from their hand as they press it to his chest, just above his heart. He chuckled. They were more than secure in Gortash's calculations but if one more death would satisfy his little Bhaalspawn, so be it.

"Fine. Go on and have your fun. Just don't be late." he let their hand fall away as he relaxed back into bed, content to return to unconsciousness.

Lips press to his temple and they mumble "Wait for me, even if I am?" even though it's a question, Durge disappears without hearing the answer. They don't need to. They know.

"Lord Gortash? Sir?" Enver is pulled from his thoughts and glances to the man from the window he was pretending to gaze out of.

He puts on an easy smile, "Yes, Cleric Novek?"

"Its quite late now, would it be okay... if I...?" were the words he spoke with a gesture to the door.

Gortash has a look around his chambers: The candles were beginning to burn out, both of their favorite foods laid out in a spread (which only the Cleric nibbled on), a few bottles of wine, some opened, some empty, a simple little cake, but their favorite flavor, and a pair of elaborate, matching rings in his palm.

"Of course." Enver said nothing more and turned back to the dark night beyond his window.

The Cleric's footsteps echoed off the regal walls of his room for just a moment too long. He was silent until he reached the door;

"I'm sorry... truly." but Enver didn't feel sorry. He didn't feel much of anything as he spoke.

"Don't be. They're just late."

[velinxi]

The dark urge and young lady Orin

[kirain]

My favourite bit of BG3 lore is that Withers is legitimately responsible for the Dead Three, but he's probably too embarrassed to tell you, so every time you ask him to elaborate he just gives you a very stern, "Noooo."

I also love that the reason he's responsible for their uprising is because he got bored. He literally got bored of his position as Lord of the Dead and wanted to retire, so when these three morally questionable humans came looking for godhood he was like, "Hmmm. Yes, okay. Here. Take my portfolios. Fight over them. I don't care. I quit."

So after bowling with skulls in a friendly competition to decide who would get what portfolio, they took up his powers and wreaked havoc on the world. Only at that moment did Jergal, AKA Withers, AKA our precious Bone Daddy think, "I'm just now, internally, asking myself, in quite a worried way, whether I might've made an error."

So he joins your merry band and watches your escapades, calmly twiddling his fingers while you clean up his mess. He's happy to lend his aid, even to the point that he'll bring Durge back to life if they reject Bhaal, even though he technically shouldn't. But he's Withers. The rules don't apply to him. If Ao doesn't like it, he can descend from the Heavens and say it to his rotting face.

And the reason he saves Durge isn't necessarily because he likes them or because he's a morally good entity (though one certainly could make that argument), but because he wants to add insult to injury. He steals Bhaal's child with a big smile on his face, dubs them his Chosen, and praises them for rejecting all the power they were promised. But of course, he still doesn't tell them who he is—or rather who he was.

Then, when all is said and done, he throws Tav and their companions a cute little party. No one knows it's probably half a thank you party and half a "Withers is bored again" party. And if anyone misbehaves, he'll get irritated and whisk them away. Because how dare they? He put a lot of work into that.

And at the end of it all, he walks up to a mural of the Dead Three and basically goes, "Lmao. Thou didst fuck around, and thou didst find out." Just savagely roasting them.

And then poof!

He waves them into non-existence.

[galgant]

tfw your dumb bloodkin gets to hold the heart on evil family portrait day

[dmbakura]

in honor of bg3's birthday, i am posting some of my favourite art ive done. can you tell i like astarion?

[visenyaism]

gortash wants you to kill orin and take her netherstones so that the two of you can control the brain and take over the world together but orin wants you to kill gortash and then rob him because she finds him annoying and does not like him. she is the real one here

[caitmayart]

Fate spins along as it should.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

[hekuuu]

first part of my Baldur's Gate 3 tarot deck!!

part 2, part 3

[wetsocksinbed]

Baldurs Gate 3 is so wild when you realise how vastly different the game is depending on if you choose Tav or Dark Urge

Dark Urge Playthrough: you’re the child of Bhaal, but unlike the Bhaalspawn, you are created solely by Bhaal himself. The first true child of Bhaal. The daughter of one of your father’s previous Bhaalspawn turns on you, attacks you and tries to kill you. In your dying state, she infects you with a parasite so that you’ll die an incredibly humiliating death, and become her slave.

By some miracle you end up on the same nautiloud ship as a Sharron Cleric who happens to to be carrying a gith artefact that contains Baldur himself. Baldur, who was made a mind flayer and is now calling himself the Emperor, realises there’s an incredibly powerful Bhaalspawn on the ship, and that he can use them to his advantage. The power you have will help him destroy Gortash. Of course he picks you, it makes so much sense.

On your way to Baldurs Gate you find out through an unsent letter that you used to be into Gortash. When you get to Baldurs Gate, the man you used to fuck turns out to be an absolute loser and with horror you realise he is still into you. It’s okay though, he’s very easy to kill.

You end up facing off against Orin, your niece, and kill her. Your father appears to you and offers you the chance to become his Slayer. On the high chance you turn him down, he murders you in front of your loved ones, and leaves you to rot.

Then Jergal, the actual Lord of the End of Everything, the original God of Death, who was the very being that turned you father into a God all that time ago, who’s been in your camp for weeks pretending to be this undead scribe called Withers, appears next to your corpse and brings you back to life, basically adopts you, states that he will protect you from Bhaal, and announces that as long as he lives, you will never die. You’re essentially immortal.

Tav Playthrough: you’re a random nobody that was unlucky enough to get kidnapped by Mind Flayers. The Emperor must pick one of the many idiots on the ship to be his pawn. He sees Tav and thinks “ugh, yeah this one will do”.

[himufanart]

How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.

[velinxi]

[kindlingonfire]

Should’ve went for the wizard instead

[kawareo]

Look, at least he tried

I feel like this would've happened if the situation was just a little bit less urgent lol

[galgant]

On Easter weekend I re-watch Monty Python.

[riocinn]

those were the lyrics right