(apologies for the discord bibs I AM SORRY)

Here's the dialogue if you're an ally to the end with Gortash...

I'm exploding

Commission piece for @mightymizora of her fabulous Dark Urge, Manva. This was a delight to work on! <3

@mightymizora's wonderful Manva! She's a fascinating take on a durge and also she has a great face, so it was very fun to draw her 🧡

"I could kill you like this." Her voice is tender, her touch still mercifully gentle as her thumbs stroke at his temples. He leans his head back against her shoulder as her thighs grip his body and her legs pin his own thighs open. Her breath is hot against his shoulder as her lips hover close to his skin. She bites at his flesh softly and he can’t help but gasp. He should stop her. He won’t.

A commission by the lovely @mightymizora of her Dark Urge, Manva Warhelm, and Enver Gortash.

If you'd like to see more of Manva, please check out A Jeweled and Bloody Hand over on AO3!

If you'd like to commission me, head over to my commission page for prices!

“He did miss this…”

Had the great delight of commissioning the brilliant @infernaldaydreams to do these two fantastic illustrations of Manva and Enver! They were in before the patch but this quote fits so well…

Thank you again for these gorgeous pieces, I love them!

“In some cultures to the east, around the Sea of Fallen Stars, the feeding of dried fruits to each other is the first step in a marriage contract,” he tells her as her lips close again around his fingers. She smiles, and he is suddenly very aware of the proximity of her teeth. 

I was so lucky to be able to commission the fabulous @mooreaux to illustrate the orange scene from Monster, Mine.

I'm just so thrilled with how it turned out - the textures, the warmth of the colour, the invocation of old religious imagery... aaaa!

Thank you again, I adore it!

She stills, her brow furrowed for a moment as she looks over every corner. Then he sees her lips part ever so softly, and her hand moves to trace the edges of the lines.  “Is this how you see me, Enver?”

From The Portrait.

So I had the absolute bloody (ha) delight of being able to commission the incredible @lokorum to paint the sadly unnamed portrait of an anonymous sitter from Lord Gortash's private collection. I am just so thrilled at how it turned out, thank you for your patience through this process, your encouragement and your kindness. It's been a delight, and I love it so much, I can't stop looking at it!

There was NO NEED to have him look down at her like this. NO NEED.

Also Durgetash shippers I am INTERESTED

Does your version of Gortash love your Dark Urge? Like actually, properly love them?

I got thinking about this after the last fic with Manva and Enver and reading some of the comments and honestly… I think in my little pairing he would consider himself to adore her over all others. He would say and mean that he sees her as an equal, a partner, the person who knows him most fully. But really?

He wants to pull her apart and look at all the workings. He’s constantly violating her boundaries, pushing against her when she says no (and delighting in the consequences much of the time, man that he is.) He wants to harness her power, he wants to understand the living weapon, the semi divine. He won’t be happy until he owns her, puts her in a display case, but also the moment he has her he would be so utterly disgusted and bored by her. Any time she shows him real tenderness, real vulnerability, he’s repulsed by it. All he knows is the desire to control, and he sees that control in her and adores it… but the moment there is true vulnerability between them? It would all be over.

this facial journey has me deceased

why did you do this Larian

why

So I absolutely dived STRAIGHT IN when I saw the brilliantly talented @kawareo was doing commissions to get a portrait done of my beloved, Manva Warhelm. I absolutely adore this portrait, thank you so much for the time and the care that went into her, I can't gush enough at how well you captured my horrible girl.

<3

Enver Gortash plans his return to the hells, after decades of business with Zariel and various infernal agents. He is sure he will be fine. He is so certain. After all, he is the man he always said he would be. He is the steel grip. He is the hand of Bane himself.

But the moment he is in the heat of the House of Hope again, something is pulled from inside him. Something deeply buried.

He is little Enver Flymm, pulled into a portal in chains by Korilla, barely taller than he is with tight smile and tighter grip on his leash. Korilla who he grows taller than, but always feels like he is smaller than, who takes him to the master and does nothing to help him, does nothing, is steel herself. Whose smile he steals for himself.

He is little Enver, thrown into chains with Hope, who tells him it is okay, it is okay, it will all be okay. She is the first person who has ever shown him kindness, and he thinks she is beautiful, for a while. Then he thinks she is stupid, so stupid, why won’t she save herself? Why won’t she bend, why won’t she play the game? He hears her crying again, and he doesn’t know if it’s in his head or he can hear it echo through the house.

It pulls a thread that threatens to unravel, that spikes a fear in him he had forgotten. Until he sees Manva tear through the imps as if they are nothing. These spectres that tormented that boy are nothing to her, just more flesh blood and bone for the bloody hand of Bhaal and she is a beautiful weapon, a flurry of blows, and he feels something click into place like a perfectly calibrated mechanism.

He is not afraid.

A gift for @mightymizora thank you for letting my draw manva! She was super fun

Thinking about the need that exists between the chosen of Bhaal and chosen of Bane, the need to be seen, to be witnessed. Gortash needs somebody to be his equal, to see his power, to indulge him, to congratulate, to let him stand in true domination over everything and to finally, finally attempt to take them too, and The Dark Urge needs to be the last soul left on earth with just their witness left, to be able to see each other through the dying light of each other’s eyes as their blood finally runs together at the end of everything.

Hello and thank you for your content! I’m feeling down and craving soft Durgetash headcanons. Maybe you have any? Or can recommend someone who does? Or can ask your follower to share some? Please 🥺

Hello anon! I'm so sorry you're feeling down.

I'm not sure I'm particularly useful for soft Durgetash headcanons because of the person I am (XD) but I have a few small things from my own little pairing:

When they are in a good spell, they spend a lot of time (too much time, in the eyes of some of their peers) just together. Not doing anything particular, just... together. Reading documents, writing letters, reviewing plans. They're like two cats occupying the same space and calling it enrichment.

Durge reads Gortash's notes and makes their own suggestions. He would never admit it, but it's probably the most intimate thing they do to him.

Occasionally he's attempted to sketch The Dark Urge, but can never get it right; his drawings are too clinical, how could he ever capture the beauty of their movement, the fire in their eyes?

This leads to him hiring a portrait artist to capture them. He wants to own the only image of them in the world.

Durge allows Gortash to pierce their ears and place jewellery on their body. This is to them probably the most intimate thing they have done.

Gortash feeds Durge their first taste of refined sugar. They get a sugar high from it, and think they have been poisoned.

I would love to open this up to reblogs from my much sweeter mutuals!

The Penitent Magdalen, Van Dyck; 4:48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane; Vanitas & Il Rito, Roberto Ferri; Tender Napalm, Philip Ridley.