#orintash

[drownedrow]

this was this scene pretty sure

[ghost-of-a-dream-girl]

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.’

[veliatra]

Result posted at the end of the poll!

Ladies and gents, there's a choice I don't want to make.

Orintash or Durgetash shall receive a rendering?

Orintash

Durgetash

Voting ended onAug 30, 2025

[thenugking]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Gortash lets out a steady breath. Let Orin play her games. Unlike her, Gortash is able to control herself. She smiles across at Blaze Portyr as Orin's fingers unlace her breeches. She asks airily about troop positions as they slip into her smallclothes. She nods thoughtfully as they part the folds of her cunt. The wetness Orin finds means nothing. Lady Gortash and Orin the Red battle for dominance, and both end up getting more than they bargained for.

I have been swayed to the side of Orintash by wondering, "What if Gortash was a woman though?" (Answer: I would be extremely horny about it.) Soo here's 5k words of dubiously consensual sex, under-negotiated kink and the toxic yuri I never knew I wanted.

[akelan]

The WIP game

Thanks for tagging @junoswritingpit

I have 18 WIPs. 🤡 And at the moment I'm writing secret gifts for one event. So I won't finish writing this thing anytime soon.

But nevertheless, BEHOLD! Orintash where Gortash suffers from how beautiful but dirty Orin's feet are because he is a total foot fetishist.

It's kinda crack, but kinda not... 🤫

Tired of pacing the room, glaring at him disapprovingly as if he'd invited her there, Orin finally sat down across from him. She unceremoniously swung her legs up onto the table, resting her bare feet almost on the papers Enver was currently working on. In such a way that they were right before his eyes. He tried to ignore the sight. Orin's feet looked exactly to his taste, they looked so neat and graceful. And they were always on display, damn it, never letting him forget, constantly drawing the Banite's attention. But Enver knew perfectly well that he couldn't do anything he wanted to do to Orin's feet. And it wasn't even a matter of their owner's vile character. It was a matter of where and what surfaces she walked on with them. Thanks to her shapeshifting abilities, her feet looked as if they'd never touched the ground—smooth as porcelain, soft as velvet. Not a single callus, perfect skin over which bluish patterns shimmered in slow waves, and not a single imperfection. But Enver knew perfectly well that appearances were deceiving, and it was merely an illusion. Orin went barefoot everywhere, including the sewers and the temple of her beloved father. And Enver was absolutely certain that bacteria lurked beneath this madwoman's toenails could infect him with diseases so severe that the poisons she coated her favorite daggers with would seem like child's play. Her feet were a walking biological threat, even though they looked as if they had been sculpted from the finest marble by the most talented sculptor.

[shadowstarion]

love the idea that one of gortash’s instructions as bane’s chosen was to claim/dominate/control the bhaalspawn by any means necessary. him seducing durge solely for this advantageous political reason with the intention of later betraying them. then they disappear and orin comes along and he’s like well. back to square one i guess!

it’s annoying as fuck that he has to bother with this all over again (he doesn’t like her half as much as he liked durge) but he’s going to do it anyways because bane said so and gortash is very good at his job (desperate for approval)

instead of using sex and the suggestion of love as a manipulation tactic, gortash has to indulge orin’s bloodlust to get her to do anything. kind of a little shop of horrors arrangement

[skull-prince]

wow I can't believe they made Orintash/Gorin canon, that's crazy

fucking around with mods don't mind me I'm just pausing to spread Orin x Gortash propaganda

if that wasn't obvious it's not the actual models

[flymmsy]

I knew it would be risky to give one of the Netherstones to that loose catapult Orin, but when I look in her eyes I feel something, though I'm not sure what to call it.