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Gortash with artistic friend|s/o

Friend ver:

-Gortash himself is quite artistic, it does take creativity to invent a colossal machine with golden intricacies

-he appreciates your creativity, always asking for your creative input when he needs it

-if you're a painter, you bet your ass he'd fire any painter he has hired and replace then with your talents (would commission a portrait of himself ofc)

-if your artistic side leans toward the art of music, he's just as appreciative

-gortash is a pianist, so he himself has some musical capabilities

-would ask you to perform for him after a busy day

-preferrs violin, piano, cello and the lute

-doesn't mind drums

(Insert drummer Gort AU)

-he would play piano whilst you play your instrument of choice

-also he'd hire you as his personal bard

-if you're a sculper or widdler he'd commission little statues of figurines

-would want to try it, but would hate getting clay on his hands. He doesn't like the texture

-would ask you to make miniature steel watchers for the fun of it

-maybe a statue of himself and his cane

-also, he'd want a small wooden figurine of a lion (matching his belt) and it would be sitting on his desk at all times

S/O ver:

-If you're a painter, he'd definitely want you to make a painting of him and yourself, which could prove difficult

-Would hire another painter to make a portrait of you that he can hang in his chambers

-Any painting someone else paints for him, he'd show you for criticism and small fixes

-if your creativity is musical, he'd totally jan out with you, especially on date nights. He'd play a slow romantic song on his piano, and you could join with your instrument of choice

-would let you sing/play him to sleep

-he'd want you to write songs about your relationship

-if you can play piano, he'd allow you to play on his whenever you'd like

-Gortash loves date nights and piano, and he'd absolutely buy you an expensive bottle of wine as a little treat

-If bane allowed him to marry you (likely for political gain or for conceiving an heir) Gortash would want you to play at your wedding

-He'd absolutely hate it if anyone were to hire you as their musician/bard. You're his and his alone

-if you're a sculper or widdler, he'd absolutely try it

(And same as before, hate the texture of clay. This woukd end in some ridiculous fun. He's a serious man by all means, but would definitely slap clay in your face for a moment of comedic relief)

-definitely would want a statue of you and him for the audience hall

NSFW/gore:

-One day you enter his chambers (in a mansion he owns in the upper city) and see him laying bare on the red sheets bed and a rose between his teeth

-paint him like one of your french girls~

-definitely would want a statue with his dick out (like the statues you get at the faire)

-would possibly consider creating sex toys with you

(Likely out of glass)

-if it's a Durge, he'd allow you to give him a small cut to paint with his blood

(It's very pigmented)

#bg3 gortash #lord gortash #lord enver gortash #cw: gore #enver gortash #gortash #bg3 screenshots #smut #baldur's gate 3 #gortash x durge #durgetash

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gurlbesimpin · 3 days

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Drew some… questionable things. Briar's slayer form has some additional benefits. Don’t look at me.

(Unless you wanna. Full under the cut)

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gurlbesimpin · 3 days

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He’s so excited Durge is back!

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gurlbesimpin · 3 days

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Lets talk about Stillmaker, Durge’s other canon blade

Okay, so we already know that Durge had the Bloodthirst dagger which was created from Bhaal’s own blood and carried by his chosen.

But there is another dagger in the game you can find that also canonically belonged to Durge, Stillmaker.

We see Stillmaker portrayed in Dark Urge’s official artwork, and it’s also Durge’s blade in Idle Champions, as you can see.

I’ve noticed that Stillmaker matches Bloodthirst in design, but it is conspicuously green, as opposed to every other Bhaalian weapon I’ve seen which are red.

You know who else’s canon weapon has the same green coloring? Gortash. And who is the color green associated with? Bane. Stillmaker looks like it was made in the same design to Gortash’s crossbow.

I posit then, that being close to one another as they were, Gortash either made or commissioned Stillmaker to match with Bloodthirst and gifted it to Durge. It’s far more his style in looks, and I feel it’s something he would have done as he describes Durge as his nearest and dearest, and we know they worked very closely together and admired one another.

It truly makes my Durgetash heart flutter!

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gurlbesimpin · 5 days

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#smut #lord enver gortash #gortash x durge #bg3 gortash #gaming #lord gortash #enver gortash #gif #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3

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gurlbesimpin · 17 days

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Adorable

We smooch, we nap 😴

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gurlbesimpin · 21 days

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What if Durge died instead of Enver?

3d render by me featuring my Durge Alaia

#bg3 screenshots #bg3 fanart #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gortash x durge #bg3 durge #durge #durgetash #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #cw: gore #gortash #lord gortash #angst

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gurlbesimpin · 22 days

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In the beast's den

(Karl Heisenberg x GN reader)

Chapter fourteen: the hammer and blade

SMUT

Two days have passed since the initial promise Karl made towards you. His promise of granting you power in an act of self preservation; to keep you alive in this hell hole. You haven't seen much of him; his body hunched over his workbench and mind scheming and creating... Something. You pay him multiple visits; brining him coffee and snacks, but his attention barely wavers and concern settles into your mind.

Deciding to pay the metal lord another visit, you carefully push open his workshop door. You're stunned to see Karl already facing the door with his usual cocky smirk. His hat and glasses lay discarded on his desk, cigar between his scarred lips. With a theatrical wave of his hand and his arrogant demeanor, Karl speaks:

"Just in time buttercup, C'mere"

His hazel eyes follow your every move as you stop towards him; the silver messy hair adorning his head falls to gently cup his bearded and scarred cheeks. When you're close enough, Karl roses to his full height, moving one of his gloves hands to hinder your vision. He makes his way behind you, his breath ghosting faintly over your neck. You hear a brief clancking sound as he sets something in front of you, his hand still preventing you from discovering what this "thing" could be.

You feel his stubble brush against his neck before he suddenly pulls his hand away, revealing what looks like to be an intricate version of a gun blade. The blade itself is long and sharp, but made out of a lighter metal; allowing you to actually carry it without your arms hurting. The gun part however isn't a simple revolver; it's a 12 gauge semi automatic shotgun whose origins are likely from one of the villagers. You blink half confused, turning your head to glance at Karl.

"12 gauge 'll split a Lycans head open, sweetcheeks"

"I'm not all that good with guns, Karl"

"Dont'chya worry your pretty lirtle head off. We'll train ya"

He answers with a wolfish grin. You figure the blade is for close up combat, useful but not something you specialize in. Karl steps to stand beside you as he roughly grabs the weapon, placing it in your arms and pouting towards a small jar on a shelf. No words are needed, instructions are fully clear. He wants you to rest this weapon out. Karl's smirk widens as he sees you raise the gun and pull the trigger, the jar shattering into a thousand pieces as the loud bang echoes through his factory. Karl turns you and points at a beer can in the corner, your next target. This reminds you of the days he taught you knife throwing, but he always had the upper hand thanks to his abilities. You count down to 0 in your head quietly before once again pulling the trigger, the beer can now a scrap in the corner.

Karl's laugh books through the workshop as he turns you around again, half a proud expression crossing his old features. You look at him bewildered, fascinated, excited. You gently place his masterpiece back down onto his desk as you press a gentle kiss to his lips as an act of gratitude. Before you can pull back, his hand grip your waist and pull you closer; his face pressed against your neck and tongue licking the sensitive skin. Whilst moans and quiet whimpers fall from your lips, Karl pulls down your slacks and undergarments; pushing you against the wall with brute force. Your hands roam over his chest, wandering down to his belt to quickly unbuckle it and free him from his restraints.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out sweetcheeks"

He whispers hoarsely, kicking his pants off as he effortlessly lifts you into his arms; your legs wrapping around him instinctively as his free hand moves down to line himself up with your needy hole. Without warning he slams in, setting a brutal pace that knocks the air out of your lungs. His thick cock reaches deep, stroking your inner walls in one of the most pleasurable ways.

"Fuck you're such a slut..."

He groans out, his hips posting against yours in a quick brutal pace; his face screwed in pleasure as he takes you roughly against the wall. His cock twitches inside you as you clench around him, his sloppy kisses against your neck and jaw adding another layer of pleasure. You feel yourself nearing your orgasm quicker than you'd like to admit; your nails digging into his shoulders as he pumps into you over and over again.

"Dirty little fucktoy, my dirty little fucktoy!"

Karl's words send a shiver down your spine as you suddenly cross the edge. Your back arches against him; nails digging deep into his shoulders as you moan his name repeatedly. He quickly follows suit, his thrusts speeding up. Finally with a primal growl his cock twitches within you as he empties himself; a string of course words falling from his lips. Whilst catching your breath you gently ruffle his messy grey hair; warning half a smile from the lord. He leans in to press a kiss against your forehead, whispering quietly but cheekily:

"I'm glad you like your gift"

#smut #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg fanart #neil newbon #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg x oc

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gurlbesimpin · 22 days

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KARL HEISENBERG pachislot BIOHAZARD village, 2023

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gurlbesimpin · 25 days

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Blood and cold

(named Durge x Gortash)

Chapter three: attempted remembrance

The skies of Baldur's Gate are dark except for the occasional star illumining the night sky. Alaia's footsteps create a calming and quiet rhythm on the cobble roads of the usually bustling city. Her thoughts are a jumbled and unorthodox mixture of confusion, anger, grief and... Longing?

Alaia continues her quiet walk through the empty streets of Baldur's Gate, each step absentmindedly taking her somewhere.

Her steps are slow and uncalculated, her feet moving absently from her busy mind.

The frustration of having her blood-kin <Orin> constantly on her tail is taking a toll on her and her companions; the fear and resentment all becoming a lot to bear. Alaia is snapped out of her thoughts when she nearly trips over a small pothole in the ground. This is when she glances at her surroundings, now just realizing where she had absentmindedly wandered off to. She stood in the centre of the lower city; the gate to Wyrm's Rock a few hundred feet away from her. The deafening silence is interrupted by the one of other guard wandering the streets with a torch, theirarmour creating a quiet clancking sound. Despite his previous warning, Alaia is inclined to pay the new Archduke a visit.

<"you my dear Alaia, will find me in my office above when you return with the Netherstone. Do not return empty handed.">

She is nervous truth be told, though she steps forward closer and closer to the grand entrance. She can sense the guards' eyes on her form; but isn't interrupted as she steps into the Audience Hall once more. Unlike earlier the same day, it's vacant of any life except the steel watchers and guards. She makes her way to the spiral staircase right outside the hall, slowly ascending to where Enver mentioned he'd be staying. When she arrives at the top, she's greeted with a beautiful view over the city, and some small traps played out across the stone flooring. She's quick and nimble, her rogue ways easily allowing her to avoid certain death until she finally stands before s great wooden door. Though strength is one of her weaknesses, she manages to push it open far enough for her body to squeeze through the gap, allowing her access to the tyrant's quarters. She is greeted with the scent of vanilla and sandalwood; the large room decorated someone ornately, not as much as she expected however. Four steel watchers stand against the stone walls alongside a handful of golden masked individuals. Alaia quickly came to the conclusion that these were banites serving their God's chosen, their eyes piercing and analysing her as if she were a threat. Towards the end of the room sits the very chosen himself, his hands carefully gliding over the piano stood near the fireplace. The tune playing is a calm and relaxing, one that isn't entirely familiar to the assassin. As if sensing her presence, he pauses his melodic playing; turning his head half in her direction.

"I warned you not to return empty handed, did I not?"

He inquires, though his voice isn't laced with danger as one may suspect. Instead there's amusement that resdistes from his smooth velvety voice.

"What if I'm not empty handed?"

Alaia retorts half playfully, stepping forward carefully to approach the man by the piano. His lips are worked in a confident smirk; eyes as piercing as ever.

"I highly doubt you managed to strike Orin within four hours, dear."

The bhaalspawn half elf pauses, a look of irritation crosses her features for a brief moment. Her eyes are trained on Gortash, calculating and analysing. With a faint laugh, he continues:

"What is the reason for this visit then? Shouldn't you be retrieving Orin's Netherstone? Or have you decided to pledge allegiance to her cause instead of mine?"

Now he's posses a hint of hostility in his voice, the mere concept of his "nearest and dearest" turning on him filling his very being with anger.

"Not at all, Gortash. I simply took a walk and well, now I'm here."

The lord chuckles and shakes his head dismissively, his face softer than earlier. This takes Alaia by suprise; he isn't one for sweet pleasantries.

"One does not simply appear in my chambers, Alaia. Perhaps something or someone willed you to be here? No matter, now that you're here I wish to speak."

Relief washes over Alaia; he wasn't going to dispose of her just yet for failing to retrieve the stone. Though, it hadn't even been a day. She presumes that could be the reason for his lacking hostility.

"Do take a seat, we have much to discuss."

Stepping towards the lit fireplace; she sits on one of the plush chairs, her body comfortably sinking into the the lavish furniture. She glances at Gortssh as he too takes a seat across from her, his hand neatly folded in his lap, the dim candlelight beautifully illuminating his form.

"You returned knowing you don't posses the stone, there must be a reason no? Perhaps curiosity about your past?"

"Perhaps, I'm not entirely sure myself if I may be honest."

She responds, her one brown and one blinded eye trained on the man before her. Even if she will not admit it; he is handsome in a unique sort of way.

"I'm not surprised, knowing little about one's past must be frustrating. You were fierce, deadly, quick and smart. Always quite pleasant to work with. From what I can tell you've changed little."

Enver smiles, genuine adoration in his eyes as he refers to her past self and the fond memories that come with it. Alaia nods, a hint of s smile on her lips too. Though she doesn't remember, she can sense that he's telling the truth.

"I assume I was also quite a pain back then?"

The tyrant chuckles heartedly, his eyes glancing down for s moment before meeting hers once more:

"Especially after some dwarven ale, dear. I presume your companions have also witnessed this now?"

Alaia with mock offense pouts and crosses her arms

"Well, yes. The first night after arriving at the last light inn I may have had a few too many drinks. Minthara was far from amused."

Minthara, that's a name Gortash knows from speaking to Ketheric, who's stone now is within your possession. Gortash leans back on his opulent chair, his gauntleted hand idly tapping the armrest.

"Despite your annoyances, you were amusing. You found amusement from mere jokes, unlike Orin who butchers families as a pleasurable pastime."

Orin and Bhaal, two things Alaia hoped this conversation could go without. She sighs.and nods as if taking pity on the butchered families. Enver knows she doesn't, but doesn't regard her feigned pity.��

"I suppose you're quite ready to reclaim your birthright, yes?"

This is horrible, in reality she doesn't want to serve Bhaal anymore. Her newfound freedom has grown on her, and serving such a monstrous deity is not interesting to her. During her journey, another deity reached out to her; offering her unimaginable power if and only if she turns on her father. This new master could provide Alaia and Gortash's alliance with more power than comprehensible, and the choice of deity would certainly be approved by Gortash's master <Bane>.

"I'm not entirely sure yet. But that's for another day"

"I'm sure you're find your calling soon, dear."

He reassures, his left eyebrow arched and words careful. As much as he desires her taking Orin's power for herself; Bhaal's interests don't align with Bane's, and would cause mass destruction in Baldur's Gate if it comes into fruition. Alaia sits quietly, glancing around the chambers at the rugs, mounted animal heads, trophies, opulent statues and décor. Gortash studies Alaia carefully, his eyes flickering over her battered and used black-silver leather armour. The shoulder pads are loose, leather cracked and tearing at multiple spots; overall in a terrible shape. He makes a mental note of this, but one little detail causes a faint smirk to appear on the Tyrant's lips. Aside from her golden septum rings and earrings, she wears a gold-ruby choker that he had gifted her months before her disappearance. He wouldn't tell her this, not yet at least.

"You should probably return to your companions, they must be wondering on your whereabouts"

Gortash comments, folding his hands in his lap as he gives Alaia a kind smile. She stands, adjusting her armour before nodding ever so slightly. She was never nervous, though now she is for reasons beyond her.

"You are welcome here, Alaia. But do locate Orin and bring me her Netherstone as swiftly as possible, or else I'll have to take matter into my own hands."

He adds with a half threatening tone. He didn't want to have to dispose of her, they had been close for so long. How close, Alaia doesn't remember; Gortash however, surely does. Alaia makes a small gesture with her hand to bid Enver farewell, but before she steps out of his chambers her curiosity gets the better of her.

"What... Were we, Gortash?"

She asks carefully, her tone neutral. The question itself makes one of the Banites turn to glance at him, but they quickly take their position again. The lord smirks and approaches his desk, fishing through some undoubtedly important files. With a subtle smirk and wink, he responds:

"You should return to your companions, dear."

#smut #bg3 tav #bg3 fanart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 durge #gortash x durge #durge #durgetash #lord enver gortash #lord gortash #enver gortash #alaia mar garnan

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gurlbesimpin · 1 month

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Undress and spread🥰

wwyd if you saw him appear like this? More.

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Blood and Gold

(Named Durge x gortash)

Chapter two: Must or mustn't

TW: mentions of animal abuse

Night has fallen over Baldur's Gate, After a day of aimlessly following bodies and murder cases in Baldur's Gate in hope of reaching Orin; Alaia, Astarion and Minthara reside within a room in the Elfsong tavern; cheap, cozy and affordable. Minthara sits beside Alaia, discussing the day's events whilst Astarion curiously studies Withers reading an old scroll of some sort; green glowing runes etched into the parchment.

"You were friends with that ridiculous tyrant?"

Minthara exclaims accusingly, her white eyebrows furrowed as she studies the pale half elf. Despite Alaia's hostility towards the topic, Minthara seems more impressed than angry, though her harsh tone can be misunderstood easily. Minthara's globed hands clap together as she adds:

"The potential you hold is marvelous. With this alliance, we could achieve anything. You and I could eradicate the tyrant, and become more powerful than most could dream of! We could become the absolute."

The Drow's thoughts swarm with fantasies of power and domination, whilst Alaia's are more curious. She remembers little of her past; if Gortash was telling the truth, Orin was to blame for this. She had no idea where to begin, her father's whispers echo on her mind, meanwhile her newfound deity of choice also resides within her thoughts. If only her imo servant Sceleritas Fel knew of this, it would cause him to ridicule her even more. Ever since her memories were wiped by her blood-kin, her loyalty towards her father wavered, and a new figure emerged in her life. And with enough dedication, and with Orin's Netherstone she could possibly-

"What could you possibly be discussing without me?"

Astarion chimes in, he always appreciates a chance to annoy the Drow, and now is another chance for him to do so. Minthara clenches her fists and swiftly gets on her feet, approaching the pale elf. Before she can cause a scene however, Astarion coughs sarcastically and motions to a child in the room, Yenna. Alaia had allowed her to stay, much to Minthara's dismay. Even if she wouldn't admit it, Alaia has s soft spot for children, not wanting harm to befall them; a complete contrast to her past as a devout and loyal child of Bhaal.

Minthara rolls her eyes as the vampire spawn before glaring at the young girl who currently is sizing her up.

"Hey purple lady?"

She asks quietly, stepping closer to Minthara and Astarion. Both wouldn't be suitable parents but Alaia keeps them from doing any harm to the poor girl. She doesn't know why she feels such a connection to the child, it's as if she can see herself in the girl somehow. But with her past a mystery, she can't quite pinpoint why.

"Oh, the child speaks..."

Minthara regards vexingly, her posture and facial expression clearly depicting her lack of caring or understanding for the girl. Alaia also stands, stepping beside Minthara to glance down at the redhead girl, half a smile plastered on her black lipstick tinted lips. All three elves stare at the child, but Alaia's gaze falters for a moment as she scans the surroundings for the child's cat.

"Where's your cat, little one?"

She asks quietly, trying to sound sweet and soothing but the lack of sleep and hydration has taken a toll on her voice. The girl shifts around nervously, her eyes darting between Astarion, Minthara and Alaia. Her hands fiddle with her hair as she chuckles playfully, answering the question with a sinister undertone:

"He's safe I promise..."

"Well I don't see why we should worry about a cat, we have much greater problems to attend to"

Astarion replies nonchalantly, stepping back with a shrug. Minthara's eyes narrow as she senses a hint of danger from this child, something Alaia also feels. Despite the unnerving gut feeling, she further inquires on the cat's whereabouts.

"Safe? Do tell, where is he? I can't hear him meowing anywhere..."

The Drow paladin scoffs at Alaia's attempt to communicate with the girl, seeing it as trivial and unnecessary for their adventure. Yenna tilts her head slightly and chuckles again, her eyes wider than before. Immediately Alaia senses what's occuring, she has been tricked again.

"His meows are so sweet aren't they? Especially when they're screaming and crying whilst being torn from limb to limb!"

Yenna exclaims with a maniacal cackle before her head slumps to the side and with a gust of dust, Alaia's blood-kin stands before her. The Changeling's lips form a smirk as her hands pat against the red armour adorning her body.

"The more I see you, the more insufferable you get..."

Alaia grumbles, carefully moving her hand to the dagger on her hip whilst Minthara already has her sword pointed in Orin's direction. Orin is quick to notice, hastily arming herself with her Netherstone adorned dagger. Her long braided blond hair sways back and forth with her head movements whilst she barely contains her psychotic laughter.

"Oh father wouldn't approve of your words, filth. We must slice and cut and stab our way through Baldur's <Grave>! Or do you plan on abandoning us again?"

"That was your doing, Orin. My disappearance wasn't voluntary"

"Oh don't say such things, you'll hurt my feelings"

She retorts sarcastically with her wode smirk. Her eyes are pale and bloodshot, analysing any move or gesture Alaia makes.

"Feelings? Are you sure you're capable of such?"

Astarion inquires playfully, earning a low growl from Minthara. Aggravating the chosen of Bhaal isn't s good idea.

"Shut your mouth vampire spawn! Or I'll hang you from the hooks!"

She screeches at him, making Alaia flinch as the sudden increase in volume. Quickly Alaia tires to resume control over the situation, taking a step closer to her sister.

"What do you want, Orin?"

"What do I want? You should know by now, kin. We must lead Baldur's Gate to its grave! But first, you must kill the lordling. Then bring me his stone and we'll fight to see whom is worthy of our father's blessing!"

Orin exclaims, her hyper energetic yet psychotic attitude sending shivers down the three elves spines. Alaia composes herself, tilting her head and she sneers.

"Lordling? You mean gortash?"

The Changeling rolls her eyes with an exaggerated huff.

"Yes! The tyrant you fool! I cannot touch him! When we first conspired, he got me to wag my tongue, swear an oath that I'd never hang him from the hooks! Oh how I crave to slit that proxy smile from his face! You must do it for me. Kill the tyrant and bring me his stone."

Alaia's eyes narrow, whilst Minthara's patience with the Changeling is wearing thin. All the voices within Alaia's mind, so many conflicting desires, that she can't even find her own.

"Must I?"

She replies simply, causing Orin to flash s dangerous smile.

"If you wish to keep your life-"

She steps back, making a quick gesture to shift into a random traveler as to not aroused suspicion. Her steps are careful yet quick as she nears the door to exit. Minthara is insistent on following her, but is quickly persuaded by Alaia to stay. It would be a death sentence to face Orin right now.

"Until then, kin."

She says playfully before swinging open the door and leaving just as fast as she came. Astarion blinks half confusedly, Minthara still fuming whilst Alaia's mind tries to catch up with the events that just unfolded. She's now faced with two sides.

Kill Gortash and deliver the stone to her blood-kin, or kill Orin and deliver her stone to Gortash. All of the different demands from different figures are sending her already fragile mind spiraling. How desperately she wants a moment of peace, how desperately she wishes to remember...

"That witch..."

Minthara chides angrily, tossing her sword over at her bed as she huffs, her armour clinking with each movement she makes. Alaia releases an exasperated sigh as she steps towards the door, but is interrupted by Astarion.

"I do hope you're not going after her without me. I'd love to witness what events wo-"

"I'm not. I just... Need a moment."

Alaia snaps back, causing Astarion to raise a curious eyebrow whilst he watches Alaia step out through the door.

#smut #bg3 gortash #bg3 tav #bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #gortash x durge #bg3 durge #durge #durgetash #alaia mar Garnan #lord enver gortash #lord gortash #enver gortash #gortash #cw: gore #cw blood

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RE8 OC Jasmine Pamola Crawford

first off, people saying that it's cultural appropriation for me to incorporate native American ancestry in my OC, I AM indigenous myself thanks to my mother. I understand why one would complain, but i deliberately mentioned it in the last post for a reason.

Anyway here's jasmine and some info dumping <3

Jasmine is a former rebel from Ontario Canada, and ended up in the village thanks to her father (will elaborate later <3). After being experimented on by Miranda, her powers wouldn't flourish and so Miranda declared her a failure and sought out to dispose of her. Within a fit of rage over her fate however, Jasmine involuntarily shifted to her new mutated form, a nine-fingered, clawed, 21ft tall abomination that resembles a hybrid of a banshee and wendigo.

Her mutated form is powerful and most definitely useful to Miranda. She posses superior strength, hearing and reflexes as well as frost immunity alongside with her piercing banshee cry that is loud enough to stun nearly any foe. Her sharp teeth and long claws make it easy for her to dismember prey within seconds, though she does have her weaknesses.

She is completely frost resistant, however is terribly weakened by fire or extreme heat. Temperatures over 26 (78 F) Celsius are extremely weakening to her, whilst temperatures over 35 (95 F)can prove to be fatal if she is exposed to it for too long. Another weakness of hers is her mind. She is quite smart, yes. But that is a blessing and a curse. Alongside her antisocial personality, she's often lost in her own little world, only half aware of her surroundings. She also posses many and strong emotions, making her ripe for emotional manipulation and making her impulsive at best, and reckless at worst.

Fun fact, she was in a band whilst she lived in Canada, she was a guitarist for a band called "Runaway Bride" which she joined in her high school years but disbanded after she supposedly "vanished".

@mistressofthedark033

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In the Beast's Den

Karl heisenberg x reader

Chapter 13: build me up buttercup

Yay I'm back!

You sit on your shared bed, Karl stomping across the old wooden floor angrily.

"That bitch! Damn it if she finds you it's over! Don't you get it?"

He shouts and slams his fist against the wall, causing a loud thud to echo through your chambers. You had reassured him that everything will be fine, but this only fueled his anger more; now here you are. His hat, gloves and glasses have been discarded long ago; laying on the floor somewhere.

His body shakes with rage as he tears down papers from a shelf in front of him.

"I swear she gets me sick sometimes!"

He growls angrily at no one in particular. Your breath catches in your throat when his eyes fall upon you, their hazel colour as beautiful as ever, but now filled with rage.

"sometimes?"

Karl rolls his eyes, his heavy huffing slowly calming down as he finds humour in your question. His grunting turns into a subtle yet throaty laugh, his check rumbling as he laughs. He grins proudly before walking towards you, a glint of something that could possibly be affection dancing in his eyes. Karl pulls you up by the shoulder, his face full of glee as he chuckles happily yet sinisterly.

"Yes, that bitch makes me sick. I'd put a bullet in her head if she wasn't near immortal."

You feel him nuzzle into your hair gently, breathing heavily as you shiver in response to his cold touch. The older man pauses for a moment before leaning back and taking a seat next to you, making you blush furiously. It's almost as if he finds comfort in your touch, your warmth, in you. He pulls back and his hands move down to grip your wrists tightly, his daze suddenly serious again.

“We need you prepared for what we could face, she is not to be underestimated.”

Karl grumbles as his eyes bore into yours, a sudden pain growing in the pit of your stomach at the mention of his words. He smirks knowingly and brings his nose up to nuzzle at your hair, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end when he moves to kiss your forehead.

“Mmm I’d tell you not to worry, but you should. That bitch is more powerful that you can even comprehend. Alone I stand no chance, but with you… The odds could be in our favour. We’ll make a real killing machine outta you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and hold onto Karl tighter, his strong arms enveloping you in a cocoon of safety. You can't bring yourself to look at him as your hands slip down to his chest, fingering the soft fabric of his clothes and sighing at the warmth radiating from him.

“But I’m not you, I’m just… a random person you scooped up”

He laughs.

"Bullshit, you're mine now. No one else's. And I’ll teach you what you need to know"

You flinch when Karl's eyes light up in a strange kind of excitement and he moves away from you, his hand slipping away from your back to cup your chin. Karl as a teacher, now that is a mental image that makes you chuckle silently. Karl of course notices and raises an eyebrow.

“What? I’d make a great teacher wouldn’t i?”

You nod, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the image of Karl in a formal black suit with an accent in an old British university, in front of an antique blackboard with chalk and his usual cocky smile. Karl watches you, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looks between your face and the floor, his mouth opening slowly as he tries to find a way to understand the inner workings of your mind.

“Bitch”

He mutters and moves his large hand to ruffle your hair playfully.

“Oh but you love me”

You retort, pouting slightly as heat rises in your cheeks.

“Whatever, from here on out we gotta be careful. That bitch has eyes everywhere. I can’t afford for you to be seen again, or else that big vampire whore might spoil the fun again.”

You snicker at the use of the term 'whore', you can imagine how upset and angry Karl would have been if the blood-bitch got her hands on you, of course he wasn’t going to let that happen. Though one thing that does worry you is his future plans. He had already trained you somewhat before, but this was supposedly different? What did this evil genius have in mind? Likely something over the top or absurd, but that was just his thing.

Strong, chaotic, absurd and yet oh so fun.

#karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #smut #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg fanart #neil newbon

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Blood and Gold

Chapter one: A sight for sore eyes

Alaia Mar Garnan, once a fierce weapon of Bhaal, a deadly assassin and a former friend as well as an advocate to the infamous tyrant and chosen of bane <Enver Gortash>.

She was young for her kind, only being 27. Yet she was one of the most deadly killers who ever served the lord of murder and bloodshed. She wasn't only known for her sharp blades however, her mind was sharp and schemes elaborate and effective. Her lastest being a heist to claim the crown of karsus and a mission to recruit the chosen of Mrykul <Ketheric Thorm>, Enver Gortash remained by her side for this. Though shortly after, her blood-kin Orin's intense jealously for their fathers favoritism towards Alaia, drove a wedge between their plans for Baldur's Gate.

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"Crawling back from her bloody disgrace, It's my favorite assassin! Gods you're a sight for sore eyes."

His face seems so familiar to her, his dark eyes, the messy dark hair, the small scars on his chin and eyebrow. She can't quite pinpoint it, but she knows that he must have played quite an important role in her unknown past. Her eyes narrow in confusion, but before she can speak the to-be archduke speaks once more:

"My, what happened to your eye?"

His tone is laced with curiosity as he referres to one of her brown eyes being blinded, a deep nasty scar cutting through her left cheek.

"Bandit."

She replies sharply, not further elaborating on this. She doesn't stand alone however, with her are two companions. A drow paladin and a vampire spawn, both eying Gortash curiously. The tyrant smirks as he glances at the two elves and Drow, his eyebrow raised in subtle amusement.

"It seems the past is a mystery to you, Orin didn't lie. Let me clear up some mysteries then-"

He pauses, gauging her reaction. His dark eyes remain fixed on Alaia, only briefly flicking to the other two. His rough yet plump lips pursing slightly as he thinks for a moment.

"You and I initiated this plot. First we obtained the crown, then we enslaved the brain. From there, it was but a small step to most successful religious hoax ever perpetrated."

Alaia's glare depens, her thin dark brows furrowing in confusion yet with a hint of recognition. She doesn't remember, but it's as if her senses confirm his story. The Drow paladin crosses her arms and huffs, glaring daggers as Gortash whilst Alaia motions for him to continue.

"It was all going so well, until you vanished. Orin informed us that henceforth she will speak for the temple of Bhaal. But she, she made a mess of things. Unlike you, she cannot control herself."

Alaia nods, her eyes glancing down at the ground for a moment before her voice echoes:

"And you? When I vanished, what did you do?"

The pale vampire spawn behind her smirks, amusement etched on his features. Unlike him however, Gortash doesn't seem amused. He pauses, letting out a drawn out sigh as she shifts uncomfortably.

"We wouldn't middle in each other's affairs... The plan had to continue."

He says simply, but Alaia can sense a hint of regret in his eyes, his usually calculated and changing demeanor cracking ever so slightly. She nods, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against her thigh.

"And you want to renew this 'alliance' we once had?"

Gortash's eyes light up ever so slightly at the mention of renewing their alliance, his smirk broadening as he speaks confidently:

"Precisely, dear. You've brought Ketheric's Netherstone, it takes all three to control the brain-"

He emphasizes his point by raising his gauntleted fist, the purple stone which is sorround by golden intricacies glows a faint blue, radiating power and authority from within.

"If You were to obtain Orin's stone, claim it as your own, we could achieve all our dreams still! Together, we can rule as kings, no, not kings. Gods. We could rule as the absolute."

Her eyes flash and mind races, fantasies of power, rule, ruin race through her mind. Though this isn't her will, it is her father's. Her father's whispers have haunted her ever since she awoke in the Nautiloid, though she wishes for those whispers to fall silent. Gortash studies her carefully, noting the slight dilation of her pupils and twitching of her jaw. The Drow smirks and turns to the vampire spawn, she seems fond of this idea. The grand hall filled with nobles, steel watches and guards falls silent. Undoubtedly they're all under Gortash's control, allowing him to speak freely about such matters.

"What do you say? Shall we be allies?"

Alaia remains deep in thought, this alliance could be just what they need. The emperor confirms this as his voice briefly echoes within her mind:

"i can detect no deceit. This alliance could serve us well. And if not, we need not honour it."

Her thoughts continue to race, the emperor, her father's demands, Gortash's attitude, the tadpole squirming in her brain... It's all too much for her tired mind to comprehend. With a slight derivated huff she clears her mind for a moment, regaining composure.

"Yes, we shall be allies, Enver Gortash."

Her voice is quiet and uncertain, a complete turn from what he was used to regarding her personality. With a wicked grin he waves his hand theatrically and nods.

"So be it. I lord Enver gortash, swear I will do you no harm. Furthermore you'll have nothing to fear if my Steel Watch whilst our pact stands. Together, we will rise over toril like a roaring sun."

Alaia turns her head to the vampire spawn, her fluffy dark ponytailed hair swinging at the gesture. The vampire spawn <Astarion> glances at her questioningly, clearly not content with this new alliance he is a part of. The Drow on the other hand, her mind swarms with thoughts of power and control, all the things she could achieve with her by her side. But Alaia, Alaia's mind is occupied with thoughts of confusion and longing, desperately seeking resolve. She turns back to the chosen of bane, her facial expression neutral as her eyes rake over his being.

"Do you know where I can locate Orin?"

Gortash thinks for a moment, his brows furrow in concentration whilst his hands remain clasped in front.

"It is a mystery even to me. Though, you could start by investigating murders within the area, they will surely lead to her assassins, which will lead you directly to her."

"What makes you so sure we're capable of dealing with her?"

Astarion chimes in, a faint smirk playing on his lips as one of his fangs is exposed.

"You dealt with Ketheric, an undying man. Unlike him, Orin is mortal, comparatively easier to slay. Though also a formidable foe, Bhaalspawn are deadly and efficient killers, so best tread carefully."

Alaia hums, nodding as she takes a mental note of his words.

"Consider it done, Orin will fall and together we will rule."

She says simply, earning a soft chuckle from Gortash.

"Before you go, come make witness as I become the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate"

Gortash says, his eyes gleaming with confidence and pride. Alaia glances at the Drow <Minthara> and Astarion, as if silently asking for their input. Astarion rolls his eyes whilst Minthara motions with her hands, stepping back. Alaia turns back to Gortash just in time for him to step forward with a wicked smirk. His hand gently rests on her shoulder as he guides her aside and begins:

"Dearest patriars, dearest Ravenguard... I'm so very glad-"

His voice fades within Alaia's mind, she's barely paying attention to anything occuring around her. All she hears is her father's voice, his demands to conquer, rule, kill, ruin. Images of bodies, dragons, bloodshed, fear, agony and despair fill her mind. Her father demands to rule with Gortash, then ruin and cast Baldur's Gate into a state of Bloodshed. Her conscious mind returns when Gortash rises up from one knee, smirking as he turns to her.

"Thank you dearest patriars, and you my dear Alaia, will find me in my office above when you return with the Netherstone. Do not return empty handed."

#smut #bg3 gortash #bg3 #bg3 dark urge #durgetash #gortash x durge #lord gortash #cw: gore #lord enver gortash #baldur's gate 3

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gurlbesimpin · 1 month

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So I’ve been looking at the re8 pachislot machines for the animated scenes and kinda went down a rabbit hole but I found something even better

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ITS A DUET OF KARL AND LADY DIMITRESCU?? (Angie and Moreau sing for a tiny part)

Even though the slots are all in Japanese the song is actually in full English

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gurlbesimpin · 1 month

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OH BOY I NEED HIM! I NEED HIM

KARL HEISENBERG in BIOHAZARD VILLAGE PACHISLOT

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