#rwr

Ex: The fic "Like Mother, Like Daughter" is about Helena and Orin and how they're never able to break the cycle of abuse. This is reflected in the name since the expression implies both mother and daughter (Helena and Orin) are bound together by that one fate. Like no matter how much the pair hate one another, they're both destined to be like one another. That no matter what either of them do, they're both failed Bhaalspawn who are destined to die on his altar.

And then there's the fic "Her Mother's Daughter" which is about Riley, her mother (Before Bhaal), and Orin. This time the phrase that the fic is based on implies a positive relationship between mother and daughter as opposed to the former fic's phrase which only implies the two act in a similar way. This is reflected in the fic in two ways. Firstly it's reflected in Riley's compassion and care for Orin which reflects back to Riley's mother who knowingly took in an evil child because "Even a monster deserves love." It's also leads to one of the best lines in my fics where Riley is told that "You might not have your mother's blood, but you have her heart." And then as the fic gets to the midway point the title of the fic gets it's second meaning as we see Riley taking care of Orin after Helena died. We see her encourage Orin, remind her that it's ok to fail, and remind Orin that she's loved. We see an Orin having an actual moment of childlike innocence, but there is something off about Riley and Orin's relationship. In that scene it doesn't really feel like Riley is just an older sister, it feels like she's Orin's mom. And that leads to the fics second meaning. The title isn't just about Riley being like her mother,

It's about Orin and the woman that showed Orin maternal love, Riley.

Howdy Y'all, me again. This time I was tagged by @ele-millennial-weirdo @gortashsrighthand and @cinder-rellish181 (I think, we both posted on Wednesday so idk)

We're still on "The Artist, the Bhaalspawn, her partner, and his lover" following just after the last WIP since I think that bit's more fun.

For the life of her Cassandra couldn’t understand what Lord Gortash saw in the Bhaalspawn. What was it about that Bhaalspawn that made her Lord so devoted to someone who clearly does not love him like Cassandra loves him? Was it because the Bhaalspawn was taller than her? Or did Lord Gortash prefer his women to be more muscular or well endowed? Did Gortash simply prefer Tieflings? No, he got rid of Karlach far too quickly for any of that to be true. It surely couldn’t be because of the tattoos, could it? Is Lord Gortash making a mistake or was this all one elaborate plot to ensnare a Bhaalist ally? While Lord Gortash is cunning and genius, at the end of the day he is still a man who may think with his dick rather than his brain. Cassandra couldn’t think about this anymore, she just needed to talk to Lord Gortash. “My lord,” she said, eyes locking into Lord Gortash’s beautiful brown eyes while ignoring his body, “I hope you will find it most satisfying.” While Cassandra holds it out so that her Lord may stand and take it, like he has done so many times, Lord Gortash simply chuckles, “I do apologize my dear Cassandra, but currently my legs aren’t quite in the mood for standing. Could you bring it to me while I am still in bed

I'll probably need a little bit more time to get to the juicy bits, right now Im still setting up the more interesting discussions on faith, the alliance between the cults, and Gortash and Riley's relationship.

I was tagged by @gortashsrighthand @cinder-rellish181 @carnivaley and @fireflyeyes (as far as I can see, I can only see a few days back)

Howdy y'all, been a minute since I did one of these. This time I'm doing another oneshot where I steal @gortashsrighthand 's doll, and this time it has

Durgetash

The fic's title is currently "The Artist, the Bhaalspawn, her partner, and his lover." Let's get started, shall we?

 Cassandra had spent an ungodly amount of time just sorting through the Bhaalists writings, and don’t even get her started on Orin. Actually, fuck that, she’s still walking to Gortash’s study, she has time to complain about Orin. That rat fucking bastard Orin, who spends almost all of their meetings speaking in riddle and mocking Cassandra’s affection for Lord Gortash. Cassandra would admit it, she loved Lord Gortash. She had always been fond of him and while she may not have admitted it to Lord Gortash himself, she was hopelessly in love with the man. The man was the ideal that all Banites should strive to be. He is brilliant, ruthless, charming, handsome, and quick on his feet. To Cassandra, there were none who deserved her affection other than Lord Gortash. If he needed anything from her, and she meant anything, all he had to do was ask. Speaking of Lord Gortash, Cassandra had just finished her report on Lord Jareth and was almost at Lord Gortash’s chambers. She had spent the past few hours slaving away on the report, verifying its contents and checking her writing. This report was for Lord Gortash, Bane’s favored follower, it had to be perfect. The paper had no stains or wrinkles and the penmanship was flawless. Cassandra found herself in front of the door to the Lord’s chamber and, in keeping with her position, she knocked three times before announcing herself, “My lord, I have the report on Lord Jareth. May I enter?” From the other side of the door Cassandra heard her lord’s reply, his voice sounding tired yet happy. A smile formed on Cassandra’s normally cold, stoic face at the thought that her presence brought joy to Lord Gortash. She grabbed the door’s knob and opened it. As soon as Cassandra opened the door she saw her Lord’s face, an expression of near bliss seemingly painted on it. She looked upon him, laying in his bed with his shirt no longer covering his chest. From top to bottom she admired how the sweat flowed down his skin from neck down to his waist, he was glorious.  While she was greatly pleased, to put it mildly, to see Lord Gortash there was one major issue with his current predicament. One singular flaw that reminded Cassandra that Lord Gortash was still a man and not her God. The flaw made itself known as Cassandra’s mind finally let itself acknowledge the hickies that run around Lord Gortash’s neck like a rash, the visible cuts from fingernails running across his body, and the faint marks of lipstick covering his left breast. Anger silently lit up in Cassandra’s heart as she turned her head to find the source of this desecration, because sitting on her Lord’s desk was the Bhaalspawn. The so-called “Pureborn” Bhaalspawn that Gortash has, for reasons beyond Cassandra’s understanding, decided to share his bed with.

"When the plot causes you to evolve"- @cinder-rellish181

Howdy y'all, me again. After doing a silly one-shot I'm back with some angst for y'all. This is kinda a spiritual sequel to the one shot "Father, are you watching?" so if you enjoyed that, you'll enjoy this too.

In this my Durge (Riley) picks up some noblestalk, meets an old friend, and relieves memories of her and Orin.

The link is Here:

Howdy Y'all, me again. I was tagged by @fireflyeyes and I have some juicy things cooking up rn.

This bit will take some context: My current one-shot follows Riley post-game as she finds an old family friend who, rightfully, does not fucking forgive her for murdering her mother. As the pair are talking the family friend (Agitha) wants to know if she can forgive Riley so she asks some questions, the last one being about what Orin was like.

Agitha remains silent and lets Riley continue, “When Orin was like seven or eight…her mother tried to sacrifice her to Bhaal. Orin turned the blade back on her and slayed her mother and from then on it was just the pair of us. When I found her, eyes vacant, her mother’s corpse laying at the altar's feet, I panniced. I picked Orin up, took her to bed, and stayed by her side for the next few days. After that…memory is still a bit fuzzy but I think she was basically bolted to my side for the next few years.” Another laugh kicks up, “I remember giving her one of my old toy bears for crying out loud.” Agitha’s eyes widen in a flash as a question escapes her lips, “What bear do you speak of and why?”  Riley saw in Agitha a curiosity that held some meaning, but for the life of her she couldn’t understand what it was. Still, she answered the question as best she could, “I gave her Sir Bearington, and I gave it to her…I think it just felt right to give it to her.” A new emotion appeared on Agitha’s face, though Riley couldn’t tell what it was. It had bits of pride and joy interwoven with pain, “So you cared for her? You treated her with love, like family?” When Riley nods, a small, pained smile returns to her face, “I see, I think I’ve heard enough for today.” She rose to her feet, “It’s a lot for me to take in so I will tell you this now. I think…I think in time I will be able to forgive you. I know there’s more to the story, you’ve just got this look that says you’re willing to tell me everything and I fear I am both not in the mental state to hear it nor do I have space on my schedule to hear more.” The woman dusts herself off, “After hearing about your sister, how you miss the little girl who you cared for, I think I can trust you. You might not have your mother’s blood, but you certainly have her heart."

The fic will be titled "Her Mother's Daughter" and I'm aiming to post it soon (By Friday)

Edit: Scratch that, I'm planning uploading Tomorrow around 7 am PST

Howdy y'all, me again. Just wanted y'all to know my fun little one shot about Riley's first ball is out now. It's a good bit of fun, nothing too serious. It has some Durgetash if you're looking for that. The link is Here: