#tavtash

[shaykai]

C0mm I did for @/anzuimi of her wonderful Vaidanathan & Gortash

This was so fun to work on, thank you so so much for commissioning me!! <3

#doodle #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #enver gortash #Tav #tavtash #drow #commission #commissions open #bg3 gortash #bg3 Tav #not my oc

[abyssalaerlocke]

Excise

*Updated*

*tired thoughts*

What if Durge carved someone/Tav from himself, as he was carved from Bhaal?

What if he carved the non-murdery, loving parts of himself into a separate person — either the aspects he considered 'weak', or felt for, but they didn't fit in the life he was forced into with the cult; it was easier to excise them than to continue living with this pain (particularly with Bhaal forcing his hand to murder anyone he loved)?

What if that was the part of Durge that Gortash loved?

Maybe Durge kept them as a pet, and Gortash's feelings changed and shifted from Durge to Tav. But he regretted what Durge — the person he loved — did to himself, and still had an aching loving grief for who he was and what could have been?.

What if Tav woke up on the nautiloid without memories, and Durge was still the 'Absolute's Chosen'?

Addition:

What if Gortash was trying to use the tadpole connection to remerge his beloved Durge's mind? Maybe Durge and Tav get flashes of each other, crossing over (sometimes Tav is looking and speaking through Durge and vice versa, the companions looking at Tav are actually getting Durge). As things progress, there's more overlap, and it's hard to tell themselves apart. Until they're practically 1 mind in 2 bodies

#dark urge #enver gortash #durgetash #tavtash

[herukas]

Auretash sketch dump. Just in case, despite the blood, she's not Durge, she's just a very passionate physician apprentice </3 I like to think Gortash used to help Aurelia rob some tombs in order to get corpses to perform autopsies and learn.

#aurelia #enver gortash #gortash #gortash x tav #tavtash #bg3 #bg3 tav

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Gortash sighed. “I thought bards were supposed to be good at lying?” “I thought Banites were supposed to be good at manipulation?” [x]

posting my commission from muffinpoop again because i wanted the higher rez version of gorty and tav on my blog. commission them, they're great!

#enver gortash #gortash #bg3 tav #gortash x tav #tavtash #bg3 #lord enver gortash #m.a.d.

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Tav: That's ridiculous, Gortash doesn't have a crush on me.

Karlach: Yes he does.

Astarion: Yes he does.

Gortash: Yes I do.

#little tyrant [enver gortash] #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #lord enver gortash #tavtash #incorrect quotes #tav #astarion #karlach #karlach cliffgate

[hartsvale]

gortash struggles with silence. he was never allowed it as a child, the space between his ears ever-occupied by the sounds of work in his parents' workshop and the ambient blur of the lower city. in the house of hope, music followed his every step — music and screams and quiet sobs, conversations he strained himself to overhear for an upper hand. then, there was the upper city and the talking (the constant talking), the gossip and the flirting and the music and the click of heels and rustle of fabric during spinning dances. and then, even when he pulled away from the wall of sound closing in around him, he crafted his own song in the privacy of his laboratory. there was the incessant bubbling and popping of liquids over burners, fearful tears, the hum and whir and clank of machinery, the sick whisper of a scalpel's edge splitting skin. when he steps away from his lab, when he shuts the doors to his office and blocks out everything around him, gortash finds himself tapping his fingers, cracking his knuckles, reading under his breath because thinking in absolute silence is an impossibility. sometimes, he kindles a fire for the snapping and popping of burning wood rather than warmth. when it rains, he opens a window, grateful that he is high enough above baldur's gate for the storm to drown out everything else. all he needs is the roll of thunder, the patter of raindrops over the tiled rooftops stretching in every direction. on nights when he is not alone, he coaxes tav closer — not for the proximity or even the affection, but for the hushed rise and fall of their breathing.

#lord enver gortash #enver gortash #tavtash #gortash x tav #type: headcanons #game: baldur's gate 3 #ch: enver gortash #it's just my ✨opinion✨

[niaranda]

Having gone through the union with him to the end, I sobbed in hysterics with bitter tears. It was painful.

#my art #sketch #gortash #enver gortash #bg3 #tavtash #durgetash #baldur's gate 3 #ship art #bg3 spoilers

[flymmsy]

Y’all what if they said “no kissing between Durge players and Gortash” because Larian only ships tavtash

#LMFAO imagine #I M A G I N E the chaos #enver gortash #durgetash #tavtash #bg3

[crystal-overdrive]

Them 🖤🧡 More Gortash. More Tavarina.

#tavtash #gortash #enver gortash #tavarina ammakyl #lord enver gortash #my tav #gortav #my gortash pics

[egginround]

Enver Gortash x GN!Reader - Drabble - (sub?)Gortash POV - I HAVE MANY FEELINGS ABT HIS GAUNTLET!!! - CW: Suggestive, nearly choking?

Thinking about how cold the tips of Gortash's gauntlet must feel. Delicate gold snaking around the fingers, intricate designs instilling both fear and awe into those unlucky to face it - it's a marvel of artisan skill. How lovely of you to help him appreciate its every last bolt and curve.

The claws you wear scatter and bump across goosebumps as you skim across Gortash's chest. A shiver threatens to break across his skin as he sinks into the plush cushions beneath him. The cool metal you trace across his shoulders somehow cools the hearth in him, and stokes the flames all the same. You'd have to try better to break him though. He may have conceded temporary control, allowing you to sit straddled across his hips, but you won't know how worked up he is. Not yet.

He feels your other hand rest on his waist, deft fingers idly stroking the soft flesh peeking out the top of his waistband. It's almost tempting to sigh into the sensation. Dark hair dares to stick to his forehead as deep black eyes hang onto your every movement. A defiant tilt of his chin challenges you to press harder. It would be so easy to take back his rightful place on top. He has half a mind to reach out, to remind you it's through his grace you have even made it so far - but your hand surges up his side to knead his chest and suddenly, his thoughts seem just a little out of reach.

No, he knows better than to move right now. The sharp tips of the gauntlet are skitting ever so lightly across his collarbones, your thumb pressing gently up the column of his neck. Testing the waters. A brief flutter of his dark eyelashes is all he deigns to show you, yet you swear his fingers stutter as they press up and down your thighs.

He knows better than to concede a single sound or shaky sigh. Not when he can feel your heartbeat stammer against his, matching the shallow puffs of breath that hang in the air between you. Certainly not when his skin is grazed by the slight tremble in your razor-sharp fingertips - so pretty in his gilded gauntlet, so lovely wrapped around his waiting throat.

#enver gortash #tavtash #drabble #HEHE #idk where this was going im procrastinating rn #gortash x reader #gortash x tav #this is real short soz lol #gortash #gortash x durge #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #eggin writes

[bhaalbaaby]

my baby lives in shades of cool cold heart and hands and aptitude

commission by MashaDaev

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #tav: penelope #tav x gortash #tavtash #penelope x gortash #baldurs gate gortash #lord enver gortash #lord gortash #bg3 gortash #enver gortash #gortash x tav #gortav #i keep staringggg

[dracolichbitch]

As funny as it is that Gortash is just so horny for the player character whether durge or tav to offer an alliance it’s even funnier if you go with the idea that Bane is possessing gortash as his avatar because then ITS THE GOD OF TYRANNY practically panting over you like a dog in heat. Honestly how would any sane person even react to learning that?

Idk about you but if the god of tyranny wanted me to rule beside him as an equal id say yes idc I have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair

#enver gortash #durgetash #tavtash #bg3 bane

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Can I request a fem!tav x Gortash drabble with orgasm denial? His, hers, or both, whatever scenario comes to mind!

Uhhh I wanted to write a short drabble and then it became a whole thing.

All in a day's work: Gortash/F!Tav – Orgasm denial, edging, machine fucking, DP in one hole

“Definitely not”, Gortash scolded as he leaned back in his chair, strategically placed so he could see the entire workshop. "You're not coming unless I allow you to."

Tav let out a sob in response, her naked body held in place by the Steel Watcher. She'd begged him for release, argued, yelled, and pleaded, but Gortash had denied her, with his rejection just now being only one of many that night.

Looking at his watch, Gortash stopped the time until her breathing steadied into a specific rhythm, then jotted that down into his notebook.

"One minute, seventeen seconds", he mumbled, "interesting."

Tav couldn't tell anymore what that meant, what he was doing, only that her cunt was on fire and her clit was pulsating with need. Inside of her was still the hard, metal cock of the Steel Watcher that was fucking her on Gortash's commands, unrelenting and bigger than was realistic (then again: nothing about this seemed real), and her walls clenched around it in desperation, aimlessly seeking friction where there was none to be found.

"Go on", Gortash said to the machine, not her, and it immediately resumed its pounding. "You look so pathetic, getting fucked by machine while moaning like a whore", he mocked her, and to Tav's shame, every word lit a new fire in her core. "And here I thought I'd need to provide lubricant."

He hadn't. Needed to. He'd led her to his workshop, for help with a "special project", and she'd followed him, intrigued. He'd kissed her, fondled her; teasing her just right until she whined under his touch, and it had been then that a Steel Watcher had made its presence known, holding her down while Gortash undressed her, getting her ready for his "project".

Tav whimpered as the metal cock pushed in and out of her, wet noises revealing her need, all while Gortash watched on intently. She could see the bulge in his pants, his erection straining against the fabric, waiting to be touched, waiting to be handled, and she bit her lip imagining it was his cock fucking her, not his machine's.

It had been the entire reason why she'd followed him here. She had thought "special project" was a convoluted way of saying they'd fuck. And well, she was getting fucked. Just not by him.

Not that she didn't enjoy it. Well. Except for the fact that he hadn't let her come in the last hour.

Her legs started to tremble again, uselessly swinging in the air while the machine bounced her body up and down on its cock, her back pouncing against the Steel Watcher's chest. There was no feedback from it, of course, just mechanical effort: clean, detached, precise; without care about her arousal or release, without affection or lust, and that thought alone made her skin tingle.

"Close again already?", Gortash chuckled, and when Tav opened her eyes briefly to glance over to him, she saw he'd taken himself out of his pants, his hand wrapped around his cock.

"N-no", she tried to lie, hoping that if he didn't know how close to the edge she was, she might tip over it accidentally, finally finding that high she'd been seeking.

"Stop", he hissed, and the machine halted promptly and dutifully. Tav wailed against her restraints, tried bucking her hips against the Steel Watcher, but instead the machine tightened its grip and changed their position, rendering her efforts useless. Again.

"Not only a whore, but also a liar", Gortash scoffed, and when she looked at him this time, he'd sunken down in the chair, legs spread wide as he stroked himself in languid motions. "And you think I'd let you get off? Please."

Everything was blurry and pained, her heart beating so frantically she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Tav whimpered in the Steel Watchers' arms, and it was then that she noticed she had started to cry.

"One minute and thirty five seconds", Gortash mumbled after another moment had passed, but his voice was straining against the back of his throat, the continuous sounds of his self-pleasuring echoing through the workshop.

"I'll do anything", Tav sobbed, "please. Please whatever it is, please please–"

His sigh let her stop her begging, and when he stood up to walk over to her, she moaned from the anticipation, finally expecting the release she'd been craving. But before he reached her, he stopped at a side table, rummaging in a drawer before focusing his attention back on her.

"The Drow matriarchs use this to let several of their men serve them at once", he smirked, nodding towards a small jar full with a thick liquid in his hand. "They get fucked by two, sometimes three at the same time if they want to be with child, and will spare only the man whose seed was stronger than its competition."

Tav's eyes darted across the room, trying to figure out if he had invited someone else, but it was just them.

"Not that I would ever share you, of course", Gortash said flatly. "Except with my own creation."

He opened the jar, throwing the lid to the side, then commanded the Steel Watcher to pull out of her with only a word, before smearing the thick liquid on her folds and inside her cunt. His fingers were warm, and so soft compared to the machine, and Tav's throat spit out moan after moan with every new touch. 

“Gods”, she cried out when he curled his fingers inside her, smirking so cruelly she wanted to tear his face off. But not before fucking it.

But then she felt it: The salve, or whatever it was, felt comforting and warm. Relaxing. 

“Enter”, Gortash commanded, and the Steel Watcher pushed its way back into her, all while Gortash held eye contact with Tav, whose head fell back against the machine’s chest. 

“Hold”, he added, quieter, and she heard the soft quiver in his voice. 

Stepping up to her he gave his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up against her entrance, and only then did Tav understand. Oh. 

Gortash took his time, working himself into her wetness along with the machine’s metal cock, the salve easing the stretch as her walls strained to accommodate him. Them. Tav felt like she was about to lose her mind: She felt so full, so obscene, with the Steel Watcher holding her tightly in place while Gortash pushed into her. 

“Begin”, he croaked out, and his movements matched the machine’s pace immediately as both of their cocks slid in and out of her. Gortash’s hot girth contrasted starkly against the cold metal of his machine, luring out moan after moan as Tav’s body bounced between them, the Archduke’s nails digging deeply into her waist, more to support himself than anything else. 

“Fuck”, Gortash groaned after mere moments, “You’re so fucking tight–”

Tav couldn’t reply in comprehensible words anymore. Everything was pleasure and sensations and need and stretch–

His own moans mixed with hers and the steady, mechanical whirring of the Steel Watcher pounding into her. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest when another “Please” wailed its way out of her mouth, earning her a slap to the face and a growled “Shut up” from her lover. 

“Not yet”, he added, but he sounded almost as pained as her. “Faster”, he commanded, and the Steel Watcher picked up the pace, matching the frantic rhythm that Gortash had settled into. Tav felt her body climb and climb, felt like she was about to fall–

“Say please”, Gortash groaned, and when she opened her eyes to look at him, making sure she understood him correctly, his mouth was hanging open with lust, eyelids half-closed, his face barely in control at all. 

“Please”, Tav whimpered one last time as one of his hands shot up to her throat, while the other found her clit. His thumb had barely brushed against it when she already came undone, and her cries were choked down to whimpers as she bucked against the machine’s restraints again and again and again, pleasure rolling through her in waves. 

Gortash moaned her name as he followed her over the edge, hands cupping her face as he spent himself in her. His voice was hoarse when he commanded the machine to halt. 

“Fuck”, he sighed when they eventually all stood still, chests rising and falling with both of them gasping for air. “I didn’t account for the time”, he added, and while Tav definitely heard regret, there was more playfulness laced into his tone than anything else. 

“No”, she immediately replied, “I need a break. Really.” 

Chuckling, Gortash pulled out of her before ordering his machine to do the same, and after another command, his Steel Watcher finally set her down on shaky legs. 

“You have earned yourself some recovery. No more work today.” He seemed intrigued and proud, and the way he licked his lips when he looked at her made her nervous all over again. “But I must insist on your help again soon.”

Tav would later ask herself if she’d been out of her mind, but the words found her so easily, so quickly, that she couldn’t really argue with herself: “It would be my pleasure.”

#enver gortash #tavtash #gortash x tav #bg3 smut #take me out back and shoot me #every day i stray further from the gods #but i don't care #tell me why i searched 10 minutes for a gif of a steel watcher lol

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Gortash: *Gets down on one knee*

Tav: Oh my gods, it’s finally happening.

Gortash: *Falls over*

Tav: The poison is kicking in.

#little tyrant [enver gortash] #Archduke Enver Gortash #Enver Gortash #Lord Enver Gortash #incorrect quotes #Tav #Gortash x Tav #Tavtash #bg3 #bg 3 #baldur's gate 3

[hartsvale]

i'm being plagued by thoughts of gortash and hands. gortash clicking the golden claws of his gauntlets against the crowded surface of his desk, punctuating every quick thought with a tap and a shift and a sigh. it is how he thinks. gortash, freed of those very gauntlets, digging his fingertips and palms down against tav's hips and back. he kneads when he reaches for them rather than simply touching. there's a desperate edge to the way he grips at their clothes, pulling and coaxing until his fingertips brush warm flesh. gortash wringing out his hands, thumbing over knuckles, cracking them until the stiffness lingering in them from scribework eases. he has few tells after so many years of perfecting his image, but when he grows tired, he buries his thumb into his palms, working the tendons of his aching hands until they are loose again and his mind is clearer. gortash idly lacing his fingers through tav's, gripping onto their hand until he pries a fitful sigh from them. only then does he relent, chuckling low in his throat, lifting their knuckles to his mouth in apology, but he always reaches again, his hold crushing and desperate. because their hands are his hands. their hands belong to him, too.

#lord enver gortash #enver gortash #tavtash #type: headcanons #game: baldur's gate 3 #ch: enver gortash

[terendelev]

'Together we rule Faerun as kings. No, more than kings- gods.'

#enver gortash #gortash #tavtash #bg3edit #useravallachs #userzahrahydris #userdameaylin #useralexios #userprismbearer #aartyom