grim 🥀 they/them

this ended up being fairly accurate 🤔 i’d swap fenris and lucanis tho

so pretty!!

Durgetash Week Day 4: Masquerade

In which a miserable vampire spawn sets his eyes for the first time on the unlikely pair that is about change his life forever.

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love that durge’s mask is reminiscent of default durge! such a cool detail!!

Durgetash Week Day 4

Masquerade

I had fun making the costume look like default durge.

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a husky puppy is standing on top of a wire cage in a cage . ALT: a husky puppy is standing on top of a wire cage in a cage .

ahhhh the outfits are so good!!! and the alt text im-

You shouldn’t be this late. That’s the only thought hammering through your skull as you sprint up the steps of the Ducal Hall, the perfumed invitation crushed in your hand. The paper still carries that strange scent; vanilla and something warm beneath it… some kind of wood? You’ve reread the message so many times the ink feels etched into your memory. A personal request from Lord Enver Gortash. Your presence is desired. Desired. Ridiculous. And yet… here you are. The ballroom swallows you whole the moment you slip inside: golden light, mirrored walls, masked patriars drifting like ghosts made of silk. You’re suddenly aware of your own breath, too shallow, too fast. You don’t belong here. You know that instantly. Then you look up. Gortash is standing near the center of the hall, regal and impossible, mask sculpted to perfection. And beside him… her. A tiefling woman in midnight blue, horns crowned in delicate bone, gaze sharp enough to peel you open. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just studies you with a slow, deliberate curiosity that freezes you in place. Your stomach twists. Why you? Why tonight? Why this invitation? This attention? You force your feet forward, every step feeling like you’re walking deeper into someone else’s story, one you haven’t been told the ending of. Gortash watches your approach and when you stop in front of him, he smiles, warm, familiar, unnerving in his certainty. “Ah! Tav, dear!” Your pulse stutters. Before you can answer, the faintest shift of air brushes the back of your neck — someone behind you. Someone who moved without a sound. You didn’t see her leave Gortash’s side. You didn’t hear her cross the floor. You never even felt her approach. But you feel her now. And you feel the dagger at your back. Her voice curves around your ear in a low, delighted whisper, like velvet across your skin; a hunter about to devour her prey. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

Durgetash Week Day 4 - Masquerade

extra special alt text today 😏

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A painting of Lord Enver Gortash lying paralysed in bed. His skin is bruised and scarred with prominent veins. He looks absolutely miserable. A handsome drow man with draconic scales is sat at the bedside holding a bowl of stew in one hand whilst offering Gortash a spoonful with the other.

#Durgetashweek2025 - Domestic

#Molvayas updates Archduke #Gortash on the progress of his city over lunch. 😌

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Durgetash Week Day Four: Masquerade
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Day 4 - Masquerade

Couldn’t resist giving Gortash a phantom of the opera mask. It’s one of my favourite musicals.

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Durgetash Week 3: Heist

I like to think the Crown of Karsus has a sort of will of its own and that a truly indomitable mind is required to control it. So, you bet it chose to go with these two and had to be worn out of Cania.

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Screenshot of title, tags and description of the fic on AO3.

Day 2 of #durgetashweek2025 - Domestic
archiveofourown.org/works/74076511

Durgetash Week. Day 2 — Domestic

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Durge: Don't be so smug! You only won because I played along. Gortash: He-he, yeah. Of course.

Durgetash Week Day 3 - Fighting as Foreplay
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Day 3: Fighting as foreplay
Again, featuring #OC.Mereth ♥

My VP for this week is based on Aerin67's works for each day~ Find Aerin67's Durgetash Week AO3 collection here: archiveofourown.org/series/5397086

orin: Are you two...snuggling...

the dark urge (prudens) (draconic bloodline, white): No, Sister, we are not "snuggling." Enver found the heat objectionable and is cooling himself on my scales.

gortash: You look like you could cool down as well, Orin

Day 2 - Domestic (yea another one. what about it)
believe it or not this was actually the last straw. yeah orin killed pru right after this
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aaaahhhh these came out so good!! clandestine’s shocked face is so cute 🥰

The vault’s echo still rang in their ears, a phantom of clattering chains and shouted wards. Now there was only the cave, breath, heartbeats, and frost. The stolen crown gleamed in Clandestine’s hand, its fuchsia gems pulsing faintly like a living heart. She turned it slowly, power always looked alluring to her; terrible, and magnificent at the same time. She could feel Gortash watching her, the weight of his gaze as familiar as her own shadow. “Beautiful,” she mused, not sure whether she meant the crown, the victory, or the power crackling between them. “Yes,” he said beside her, quiet but sure. “ You are.” Watching her, flushed with triumph, alive with the fire of success, he’d felt a familiar hunger for her sharpen into certainty. Years of lingering glances, and unsaid words, all crashing into this one admission that cut deeper than the cold. Her focus slipped as she turned to him; wide-eyed, pulse hammering. The flame in her hand faltered, flared once, then vanished with a stream of smoke as she closed her fist. She could not, would not risk a magic surge, not now… not when they’d won. She’d imagined this moment a thousand times, in a thousand ways, each thought buried beneath duty, and loyalty to her Father. But now, with his voice still hanging in the frozen air, all the careful walls inside her crumbled. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to narrow, and for a moment, nothing on Toril existed but them. For once, neither of them thought of plans or gods or crowns. The tension snapped. She moved first, no more hesitation, no words, just a rush of breath, and heat, and the kind of recklessness that had always bound them together. When their lips met, it was fierce, and sudden, the culmination of every ‘almost’ that had come before. The crown slipped from her fingers as she grabbed him, landing softly on the frost below while the cave filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, and the rustle of fabric and leather as hands found their way beneath.

Durgetash Week Day 3 - Heist

bonus in the alt text + individual panels in the comments 🫶🏻

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My beautiful babe Clandestine 🥰 by @misslepardarts.bsky.social

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a screenshot of a fanfic from archive of our own. the title reads "playing / fighting" by user sankttealeaf. the summary reads "progress is coming in the form of a steel army - and a lack of sleep. a game is played and the loser has to rest. gortash doesn’t like that idea."

archiveofourown.org/works/74108851

// playing / fighting

progress is coming in the form of a steel army - and a lack of sleep. a game is played and the loser has to rest. gortash doesn’t like that idea.

day three: fighting as foreplay

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👑 lil doodle as a break from comms. havent painted him in a while <3
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stunning work!

Day 2 - Bondage

Super happy with this piece.

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a screenshot from archive of our own. the fic title reads "a slow, quiet life" by user santtealeaf. the summary reads "lazy mornings give them plenty of time to indulge in moments that they usually aren't allowed to have together"

archiveofourown.org/works/74036911

// a slow, quiet life

lazy mornings give them plenty of time to indulge in moments that they usually aren't allowed to have together

day two: domestic

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Day 2: Bondage

The fic has 100% more rope than the VP, trust me.

My VP for this week is based on Aerin67's works for each day~ Find Aerin67's Durgetash Week AO3 collection here: archiveofourown.org/series/5397086

lovely!

Durgetash Week Day 2: Domestic

🦝: "Oh, stop frowning, my dear. You decided to stay."

🗡️: 😑

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Day 2 Domestic
The high Imperceptor does not wish to be bothered. Kindly respect the rules.

omg the lighting, the poses, everything about this is STUNNING

Gortash lingered for a long moment, dark eyes tracing the aftermath of their little game. The swollen marks along Clandestine’s body throbbed under the lantern’s heat, while the chill of the dungeon air teased the sweat on her skin into a ripple of gooseflesh. He kept her tail in his grasp and gave it a slow, deliberate tug, just to watch her flinch. The small sound she made… that half-choked whimper… only deepened his desire. He had his bhaalspawn trembling, legs unsteady; his hold on her appendage became less restraint and more a cruel kind of support, keeping her upright when her knees wanted to give. “What a pretty mess you are.” His words were quiet... indulgent, the way an artist might speak to a masterpiece, still wet with paint. He said nothing more for a while; the silence between them growing taut, every breath magnified by the stone around them. She could hear the quiet scratch of his boots on the ground behind her, the whisper of fabric as he moved, always measured, even as his cock throbbed against her slick flesh. ..Fuck she wanted more.. The chain at the tiefling’s wrists rattled as she squirmed with discomfort and desire, the sound seemed to amuse him; she felt it in the soft, low chuckle that slipped from his throat. His scent of vanilla and rosewood wrapped around her, rich and heady, until it felt like she was breathing him instead of air. His nearness filled the edges of her mind the way sunlight fills a room; warm, blinding, impossible to escape. When he finally spoke, his words came rough with want. “You didn’t think I was finished with you?” His hand clenched around the base of her tail, using it like a leash to angle her hips just so as he positioned himself behind her once more. Metal-tipped fingers moved to guide the swollen head of his cock to her dripping cunt, teasing her folds with light, maddeningly slow circles, urging throaty groans of lust from her parted lips. “Now,” he murmured, voice low and certain, “where were we?”

Durgetash week day 2 - Bondage

with another bonus in the alt text 🥰

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