can i get a fucking ETA on “this too shall pass”?

googling how not to kill everyone around you and then yourself because you learned last minute that you have to work on a day you were supposed to have off

Redrew an old meme. The entire Gortash alliance arc in one picture x,)

he missed this~

hold the kitten

if not friend why friend shaped?

Durge in MS Paint 🐊

They’re all so attractive and for why? For me, I know it (perpetually delusional)

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I was working on a prospective timeline of Gortash’s life and I wanted to explore some ideas of what Gortash might look have looked like growing up, inspired by the notes in the biography by Vance Farnol and rock eras/sub-genres; design notes are on Patreon (including free members) detailing specific influences.

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“you should be at the club” i should be a vampire.

both🖤

F!DU drow fans…… Your time has come.

I think as your job satisfaction gets lower and lower you should gain access to an increasingly broad and powerful suite of forbidden magic

Promoting him like a real artist in the real world…..

I dreamed of this! 😭🙏🏽🙌🏽♥️🔥

you cant employ me in a way that matters

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Old draft I had!
Pepe : 🥺

HC : Pepe is a vampire

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esnupi

every day im mad as hell that i dont have infinite time in the day and am not physically able to draw for 200 hours straight no breaks and dont know every hobby and cant just spend the rest of time drawing and getting into every creative hobby and learn everything and get infinite money from the government

Art trade with @jbzwy who asked for Enver Gortash

*sits up in bed, stretches, yawns* it’s another beautiful, glorious day full of opportunity a- *ominous bell toll and i am instantly replaced with a 10,000-year-old mummy sitting in the exact same pose*

The Chosen of Bane | Enver Gortash — [ 5 / ∞ ]

listening to an album you used to love but overplayed for yourself after a really long time after the overplayedness has worn off and it sounds like it’s supposed to again is the closest to being in heaven you can get during your mortal life i think

Im probably a bad person but I’m a bad person so idrc about that rn

diegetic as fuck in the club

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS
2002 | dir. Peter Jackson

Your Most Quiet Door

Finally published my horrid Orintash (Durgetash) fic, which happened all thanks to an unhinged message from @aryriddle

Summary:
In 1492 DR, after the fall of Bhaal’s favourite daughter and the rise of a new Chosen in her stead, a storm grips the city of Baldur’s Gate.
The fraught alliance between the Churches of Bane and Bhaal is tested further during a private meeting at Wyrm’s Rock Fortress, where between loss and loosened tongues the unspeakable is asked, and threatens to sink both parties asunder.
Father may have had His favourite, but He had given Orin a gift.
In short: a drunk, grieving Gortash begs Orin to use her gift to take Delilah’s (Durge’s) form, and the inevitable ensues.

Warnings: explicit, heavy on the body horror (what do you expect from firstly Orin and secondly an author who has (legally) dissected multiple cadavers), smut, slightly dubious consent in terms of form taken for sex, DDDNE for multiple items in the tags including references to blood and gore, post mortem changes, addiction/substance use, alcohol, pregnancy/abortion.

Snippet below:

Orin watched him pace from where she perched on the table, watched him fill his glass twice more over, watched him drain each drop, watched his wistful gaze wander to the empty air, watched his frustration grow.
‘You struggle and sweat,’ she observed, reclining back onto the table as he stared down at the plans, his stress palpable. ‘Whimpering at the thought of your tyrant-Lord’s rage.’
‘It’s not…I need to speak to’—he made a strange noise of frustration, running a hand through his hair—‘She would have a solution, she would say something clever and veil it in poetry, make my fucking brain work with all of her magic.’

Orin could hear the footsteps of his question coming with the growing stagger in his step and the shake in his hands. When he reached for the last of the whiskey, clutching the bottle in hand this time, swirling the liquid as if it would contain his answer there, she knew it was inevitable. 
Because Father had given Orin a gift.

‘Do it again,’ he pleaded, face overcast with grief, his voice straining under the weight of it. ‘Become her again. Bring her back.’
It wasn’t the same when he asked for it, when he whined for it. ‘No.’
‘Become her again. You taunt me with her image, you slip into her skin as you so clung to her shadow in life…do it this once when I ask it of you. Bring her back, Orin.’

greatest reunion of ‘25

The Chosen of Bane | Enver Gortash — [ 4 / ∞ ]