Dorym Week

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Dorym Week 2024

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A week-long celebration of our dear beloved blorbos: Dorian Storm and Orym of the Air Ashari.

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[brondoesart]

Happy Dorym week AU day!

We've made so many aus over the years but my favorite is still the Magical Girl story we've put together 😂😍🥳

Have some sketches from the "manga"

We've got a candid shot from Alma of the boys making pancakes at 10 pm,

A little quiet moment of their fairy forms talking after a battle,

And a little doodle of Orym's bunny familiar Hime, in her humanoid form she takes in pixie world 🩷

[biorust-art]

Happy Dorym Week!

I've been busy with my new job but! I decided to try my hand as some redraws of my old Dorym art. I find it so funny that when Dorym week was planned, we had no idea our blue boy would come back, and with new outfits to boot. We are being fed so so much. Also I am so proud how close my own design of Dorian is to the official lvl 13, I am a little obsessed with the greek gold band crown.

IDs in Alt Text! Happy Dorym week yall <3

[kitwithink]

"Maybe tonight he'll wander into my dreams."

Dorian laid in his bedroll, pulling the threadbare blanket tightly around him. He made a mental note to get a new one soon. It wasn't doing much in terms of keeping him warm anymore.

He stared at the wide expanse of the Exandrian sky, counting the stars and watching as an owl flew overhead.

Fourteen stars made up the constellation of Sehanine's symbol. Eighteen stars made up the constellation of Pelor's symbol.

Eleven stars made up the constellation of Melora's symbol.

He laughed at himself softly, holding onto the Sending Stone that he asked Opal to fashion into a pendant. Just in case he calls, he had said. Gods, he was hoping for a call.

Dorian felt silly, staring into space with a feeling of affection swirling around him. Something about star-crossed lovers and the like.

A soft breeze swept past the camp and Dorian heard a grunt of disdain from Dariax, followed by a loud snore.

Orym would have laughed at that.

Dorian rolled over in frustration, burying his head into his pillow. He didn't expect to miss a friend this much. Was Orym even a friend at this point?

He just wanted to see his bright smile again. The joy that would light up his face, especially back in Byroden. The feeling of being safe and protected, knowing that Orym was strong and able to protect the party at any cost.

A feeling of anxiety passed over him. What if Orym was hurt? Or, gods forbid, dead? What if Orym had lost the Sending Stone or just forgot to send a message?

Dorian activated the Stone. "Hey Orym, I miss you. Hope you're doing well. Tell Fearne I say hi." He took a moment. "I really miss you."

As he released the Stone from his grip, he was met with loud, screeching feedback that tore through his ears and seared his brain in pain. Well, that bounce back confirmed that Orym wasn't ignoring him, at least.

Dorian sighed in frustration and rolled onto his back once more. He stared up back at the constellation of Melora, hoping for any reassurance from her about Orym.

"Wildmother, if you hear me..." Jeez, now he felt really silly. "I want to see Orym again. Let him wander into my dreams. I miss him. A lot."

At that soft prayer, Dorian drifted off into sleep.

Maybe it was the will of Melora, or he was making it up, but Orym did wander into his dreams last night. He saw Orym sitting watch over Bell's Hells, one hand on his blade and the other holding the Sending Stone. Dorian watched as Orym said something to the Stone, and flinch as he got a response of screeching feedback. Orym looked into the sky, up at Catha. Dorian barely heard Orym's voice as he asked Melora to let him know that Dorian is okay, to let him know that he's alright and he misses him.

Dorian woke up the next morning, the weight of anxiety and fear about Orym and the fate of Bell's Hells lifted from his shoulders.

[zwoftt]

💙DORYM WEEK💚; day 2

sorry i totally forgot about this and i’m a little late but!!! i wrote this lil thingy cuz i love my men sm

(i have also not written like this in a while pls help)

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prompt: nostalgia // magic/melee.

[!] minor spoilers for recent 90s episodes. (93,94?,95?).

DORIAN POV.

the weight of my hands feel numb, fingers curling back as blue electricity emitted from them slowly and calmly.  on the cold battlefield, my friends all fighting one by one, i felt a sad lump form in my stomach. where have i seen this before?

my breaths chill, becoming heavy with my broken gaze as i hesitate to release the arcane energy i was concentrating… the very thing that got my brother killed, the same move, the same scenario almost.  instead of releasing it, i held it back as my legs began to shake.  i couldn’t move.  flashes of his pain-filled expression cross over and jumble my mind, making me feel sick. i was completely frozen in place, my throat clenching up and tears struggling to keep inside my eye-lids.  and then, my wet gaze connected with Orym.  his shield out-stretched before him, brown spiked hair matted by sweat behind his tiny pointed ears he carried on the sides of his small, perfect face.  the emerald eyes, softly stroking against my pupils in a moment, creating a rift between my mind and body.  he spoke no words, and yet i heard every single sentence.  my shoulders relaxed as i finally let go of the thunder that was circling up my hands, sending out an orb of electric energy that splatted across the shadowy enemy that was giving Orym and Fearne a hard time.  it went right past them…

it went right past them.

a long pause of my mouth, a slow sigh as the tension in my trembling form went away.  “Good one, Dorian!”  Fearne exclaimed, holding up her staff in a little cheer.   i nodded, clearing my throat, “Course, course.”   Orym moved back a little towards me, a gentle smile nipping the corners of his lips.  “Nice shot.”   he’d compliment, flipping his sword to the other side to get ready for the next enemy.  i felt as if my heart wasn’t even there, it floated within my chest like a cloud.  i’d cough slightly, not knowing immediately what to say back.  his compliments seemed to rub me the right way, often.  i smiled back wearily,  “Thanks.”   a slow, nervous chuckle came from me as warmth crawled over my cheeks.  he chuckled as well, pushing up against me as he held up his sword.  “Think you could do that again?”

“s..sure.”

[brondoesart]

Happy dorym week!

I was sent this bodice ripper cover and it just *Needed* to be redrawn as Dorian coming back to Orym in his silly sheer shirt lol

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the very heart of me

Dorym Week, Day Two! (we aren't talking about these early EST upload times >.>) Today's work was inspired by the song prompt: "My life was a storm since I was born, how could I fear any hurricane?" ~ Francesca - Hozier

Title is from Aragorn's speech before the black gates because I couldn't help myself XD

I’ll post all my drabbles to AO3 later, but for now enjoy them here on tumblr.

(Beware minor spoilers for Episode 95)

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The first thing Orym noticed as he felt the snap of teleportation magic release was the bitter, biting cold. 

He thought he was used to the cold; Zephrah’s place above the clouds meant that even the longest summer days were cool and the winters could be brutal. But Zephrah had nothing on the endless expanse of blinding white he saw when he opened his eyes, the air so cold he could feel his breath become brittle before it ever left his mouth.

Suddenly glad for the layers he had bought before leaving Zadash, Orym wrapped his arms tightly across his chest and squinted across the barren landscape. In some deeply unsettling way it reminded him of the desert surface of Ruidus, only cold and pale instead of vibrant bloody red. 

Behind him he could hear the murmurs of the rest of the Hells getting their bearings. Well… some were murmuring.

“Fuck! That’s frigid!” Ashton’s voice rose above everyone else for a moment and Orym bit back a laugh. 

“I’m not sure what you expected from a snowy wasteland,” drawled Dorian, a familiar lilt to his tone that told Orym he was also holding back humor. 

“I mean. Snow. Obviously.” snapped Ashton, though there was little bite to their words. “Shit, godsdamn it… I’m sinking. Fearne can you…”

“Well, if you wanted to climb me like a tree all you had to do was…”

Orym tuned out whatever Fearne said next as a gloved hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. He looked up into Dorian’s face and felt his heart skip at the small smile he found there. Reaching up, he patted his own mittened hand against Dorian’s. The genasi’s smile widened a fraction before his gaze flicked away to take in the desolate view. Orym watched uneasily as the smile fell into a grim stoicism that was becoming more and more common with his friend.

“When Lady Keyleth said we would be heading to the ruins of Aeor I honestly expected a more visible city,” he said after a moment.

“That is because most of the city is buried,” Essek said, gliding past them to peer into the distance. He turned his head slightly to glance over his shoulder with a small twitch of his lips. “And to avoid scattering our remains across several miles of tundra wasteland I had to teleport us well outside of the crash site. As my dear partner would say: Magic does some… funny things closer to the ruins. ”

“Well that’s good to know,” muttered Dorian under his breath, quietly enough that Orym knew no one else could hear. “It’s not like every single one of us relies on magic to survive or anything.”

Orym squeezed his hand tighter. “It’s alright, Dor. We have each other’s backs if things go wrong.”

“I know. I just…” Dorian let out an explosive sigh, breath a cloud of fog in the frigid air. “It’s strange, I think. To be venturing into the ancient ruins of a city so much like my own childhood home and yet so very alien.”

“It’s alright to be worried,” Orym said. “I think we all are, especially after the last few days.”

Dorian turned to face him fully, pulling his hand away only to kneel in the snow in front of Orym, bringing their eyes level. “I’m not afraid,” he said, taking Orym’s hands in his own. “How could I fear Aeor… how could I fear anything with you by my side?”

Orym ducked his head, breaking the eye contact that made his heart flutter in his throat. “Quite easily, I’d imagine.”

“Maybe,” Dorian’s hand cupped the side of Orym’s cheek, warm through the leather of his glove. “But it won’t be so bad if we face it together.”

“Maybe not,” Orym agreed quietly, letting Dorian lift his face back into eye contact. “We’ve weathered other storms before, how is this any different?”

Eiselcross’s chill might be biting and bitter, but Dorian’s gentle smile warms Orym all the way to his toes. “Because this time I’m not leaving your side.”

[dorymweek]

Quick PSA!

I’ve noticed via my personal dash that some people’s posts are getting softblocked from the tag. I’ve queued all the ones I can find from friends but if you’ve made a Dorym Week post and it doesn’t show up on this blog by next week, please reach out and we will add it to the queue.

Mod Gray

[kitwithink]

dorym week, day one: "May I hold you as you fall to sleep? When the world is closing in and you can't breathe."

Orym couldn't sleep, but this was a normal occurrence at this point. After losing FCG and Dorian losing Cyrus, he was more on edge than ever.

He enjoyed taking first watch. There was something about falling asleep before everyone else that put him on edge. Perhaps it was the danger that may happen if he closes his eyes before everyone else, or the possible feeling of being watched and attacked without the means to defend himself.

"Orym?" Dorian's voice sounded from behind him, dragging him out of his head. He whipped around, a soft breath escaping when he saw Dorian. The genasi was wrapped in a blanket, his hair pulled back in a messy bun. "Your watch is up, you can go to bed now."

Orym shook his head. "Can't sleep," he mumbled, turning his back to Dorian. Orym cast his gaze out past the treeline, staring at a comet that streaked across the dark Exandrian sky.

He felt the presence of Dorian sit next to him, followed by the blanket being held by Dorian being wrapped around himself. Orym still kept his gaze to the sky.

"You can talk to me, you know," he said softly.

Dorian was right. Gods, he hated it when he was right sometimes. Finally caving, Orym leaned into his embrace.

"I missed you. I was worried about you," Orym said, listening to the steady beat of Dorian's heart.

"I missed you, too," Dorian replied. He ran his fingers idly through Orym's hair, his long nails gingerly scraping against his scalp.

The two sat in silence for a while, the faint sound of crickets floating in and out, the occasional hoot from an owl.

"Dorian?" Orym piped up, eyes still fixed to the light of Catha.

"Hm?" A gentle squeeze on the shoulder, letting him know he was being heard.

"Thank you."

Dorian blinked, confused. "For what?"

"For coming."

Dorian's face softened as he looked down at the halfling. "Why wouldn't I?" He replied.

Orym let out a soft sigh, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I was worried that you wouldn't. You got hurt, or you lost the stone, or just... forgot," Orym said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dorian shook his head. "I would never." He held Orym a bit tighter, his heart sinking at the thought of Orym holding onto his Sending Stone, thinking that he wouldn't come.

The silence grew back once again. Dorian thought that Orym had fallen asleep and he was ready to scoop the halfling up and deposit him in his bedroll, until-

"I love you," Orym said suddenly.

Dorian's heart skipped a beat. "I- uh, what?" He managed to get that out, at least.

"I love you, Dorian," Orym repeated, his voice a little stronger.

"I... I love you too," Dorian replied softly, his head spinning.

A bit more silence. This was real, right? And not Dorian dreaming? Or maybe he was still asleep and he forgot to wake up for his watch.

"Dorian?" Orym's voice cut through the ambience of nature.

"Hm?"

"Can you tell me that it's ok to sleep?"

"Of course." Surprising Dorian, Orym clambered up into Dorian's lap, resting his head against his chest. "You're safe. Feel free to sleep."

"Thank you," Orym whispered, his eyes closing and drifting off to sleep.

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

The World Shrinks to the Circle of Your Arms

Happy Dorym Week 2024! Today's drabble is inspired by the prompt "I miss you. (I love you.)" and the song May I by Trading Yesterday

I'll post all my drabbles to AO3 later, but for now enjoy them here on tumblr.

(Beware spoilers for Episode 95)

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“She’ll be alright.”

Dorian kneels down in front of Orym, who in the aftermath of Laudna’s dramatic window exit has stumbled over to the wall opposite and slid down to sit on the floor. He barely glances at Dorian, instead his eyes are locked on the inky black square of night beyond the window.

“I don’t think any of us have been alright for a long time, Dorian.” he says, voice cracking with exhaustion. His eyes don’t leave the window. “I just wish I could understand why she’s so determined about this.”

Sighing, Dorian reaches out and brushes his fingers against the side of Orym’s face. His heart flutters at the way his friend leans into the contact, but he tamps the feeling down. It’s just comfort, friendly comfort. After the night he’s had, Orym just needs a friend.

He swallows hard and says, “Probably for the same reasons you’re determined. You’re both grieving, you just have different ways of showing it.” 

Orym finally tears his eyes away from the window, ducking his head with a small wry smile playing at his lips. “Gods. I’ve missed you. You always know what to say.”

“I wish that were true,” Dorian moves to Orym’s side and slides down the wall next to him, pulling the blanket from his bedroll over their laps against the night-time chill. He lets his head thump back against the wood paneling. If he knew what to say Cyrus would probably still be alive. Opal would still have all the feelings and memories that had been torn away by the spider queen. At least Dariax was fine. There, that was one person he’d used the right words for, one person he’d managed to save from the landslide that had become his life… 

Dorian is pulled away from his spiraling thoughts by Orym (probably unconsciously, Dorian thinks) leaning into his side, forcing him to pull his arm out of the way before it gets pinned in an uncomfortable position. He holds it in the air for a moment, unsure, then gives into temptation and wraps it around Orym’s shoulders.

Orym hums softly and leans harder into him. “I mean it. I missed you. I… I thought about you every day.”

“Even on the moon?” Dorian asks with a quiet chuckle.

“Even then,” says Orym, pausing as he yawns so widely Dorian thinks he can hear his jaw creak. Orym presses a palm against his eyes and Dorian can see a faint tremor to his normally steady hands. When he speaks again his voice is quieter, tone approaching dreamlike. “Did you know they call Exandria the ‘blue promise’? They look up at us and have hope for the future. I…”

He cuts off abruptly, turning his face away, though Dorian can still see the flush staining his cheekbones.

They sit quietly for a long moment, then Dorian swallows hard and gathers his courage. “I missed you every day too, Orym. There… there wasn’t a single day I didn’t wish you were by my side.” 

He feels Orym slump against his side, his breath finally evening out into exhausted slumber. With an amused huff the genasi tucks their shared blanket more firmly around them both and rests his cheek against the top of Orym’s head.  

“Hope for the future,” he whispers, breath ruffling Orym’s hair. “There’s worse things to wish for.”

Try as he might, though, sleep is not so quick to claim Dorian. He holds Orym tucked close into his side and thinks of friends lost to objects of immense and powerful darkness. The last thing he remembers before his eyes finally, blissfully, slide shut is the pale streaks of dawn peaking through the window and the creak of floorboards as his wayward companions return. 

[dorymweek]

And for the grand finale, here are all the days in one post all together!

Spread this post around and start thinking about what you might like to create! We’re really looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with. See you guys May 19th!

[dorymweek]

It's after midnight in this mods timezone so LET DORYM WEEK BEGIN!!

[dorymweek]

Dorym Week 2024 Prompts Masterlist

Sunday - 19/5 Prompt: Secrets // Scars Sentence: "I miss you. (I love you)." Song: "May I hold you as you fall to sleep? When the world is closing in and you can't breathe." ~ May I - Trading Yesterday Monday - 20/5 Prompt: Nostalgia // Magic/Melee Sentence: "Maybe tonight he'll wander into my dreams." Song: "My life was a storm since I was born, how could I fear any hurricane?" ~ Francesca - Hozier Tuesday - 21/5 Prompt: Two Hands // Domestic Sentence: "One day, we will know such happiness as two people dream of, but never do." Song: "If you only knew what I wanna do, how I wanna lose my mind with you." ~ Can I Shower At Yours? - Amy Shark Wednesday (Whumpsday) - 22/5 Prompt: Song/Silence // Duty/Promises Sentence: "Why didn't he respond back?" Song: "And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing, and I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind." ~ Wish That You Were Here - Florence + The Machine Thursday - 23/5 Prompt: Oops All AU's Sentence: "I have to make it, someone is waiting for me." Song: "What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine." ~ Rewrite the Stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya Friday - 24/5 Prompt: Heroes/Monsters // Class-Swap Sentence: "Don't do anything reckless." Song: "Promise you'll stay right here beneath the starlit sky. 'Cause I can't contain the way I feel, when you're here by my side." ~ A Starlit Sky - The Workday Release Saturday - 25/5 Prompt: Free Day What If...? Questions/Answers Food Comfort Bait & Switch Proposal New Magics Binds Pageant Fae Deals

[dorymweek]

And for the grand finale, here are all the days in one post all together!

Spread this post around and start thinking about what you might like to create! We’re really looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with. See you guys May 19th!

[dorymweek]

And last, but not least, Saturday is our free day to end out the week! It's the day for anything you think we missed during the week, so let loose and chase bliss! Image ID below read more

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A starry blue night sky with a large moon on the left hand side. Over the moon is a lineart of a slice of pie on a plate. On the right hand side is an opaque textbox with a curling decorative border along the bottom half and the following text; Saturday Prompt Free Day! Today's the day to go wild and have fun with whatever sparks joy! But if you really need something, here's some prompts that we loved but couldn't fit in; What If...? Questions/Answers Food Comfort Bait & Switch Proposal New Magics Binds Pageant Fae Deals /end image ID

Image credit; "view of the moon" by Turgut on Adobe Stock Images.

Design created in Canva with free to use graphics.

[dorymweek]

Friday Prompts! Very interested to see what people do with "Class-Swap". Image ID below read more

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A warm orange background with a bright sun on the right hand side and the lineart of a lute. On the left are some pale clouds. Also on the left hand side is an opaque textbox with a curling decorative border along the bottom half and the following text; Friday Prompt Heroes/Monsters // Class-Swap Sentence "Don't do anything reckless." Song "Promise you'll stay right here beneath the starlit sky. 'Cause I can't contain the way I feel, when you're here by my side." A Starlit Sky - The Workday Release /end image ID

Image credit; "Sky with sun in clouds of altitude. Cloud the evening sky at sunset" by EwaStudio on Adobe Stock Images. Design created in Canva with free to use graphics.

[dorymweek]

Thursday Prompts! This mod's favourite of all the days the Oops all AU's day! It's the day for all AU's (the good, the evil, to the just plain outlandish and wacky). So if you have an AU that you’ve been dying to talk about, Thursday is the day!! Image ID below read more

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Image credit; "view of the moon" by Turgut on Adobe Stock Images.

Design created in Canva with free to use graphics.

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Wednesday (otherwise known as Whumpsday) Prompts! Today's the day for all your angst and this mod is particularly looking forward to being utterly destroyed by it.

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A warm orange background with a bright sun on the right hand side and the lineart of a cloud with lightning striking out of it. On the left are some pale clouds. Also on the left hand side is an opaque textbox with a curling decorative border along the bottom half and the following text; Wednesday Prompt Song/Silence // Duty/Promises Sentence "Why didn't he respond back?" Song "And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing, and I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind." Wish That You Were Here - Florence + The Machine /end image ID

Image credit; "Sky with sun in clouds of altitude. Cloud the evening sky at sunset" by EwaStudio on Adobe Stock Images. Design created in Canva with free to use graphics.