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[orym-blossoms]

Uh hey guys I think Orym might be in love with Dorian.

[synthellasart]

That scene hit me really hard. Please ignore the inconstancies ... I am praying that Tumblr doesn't kill the quality too much.

[greenteaandtattoos]

The Prime Deities being stubborn and elusive, not wanting to admit that they need help, that they are fallible, that they are, in the grand scheme of things, weak.

But not Lloth. Lloth said, "fuck pretenses, I don't want to die", voicing her desperation and fear, especially to Opal. Admitting that she is weak enough that she needs Opal as her champion.

Her possessiveness over Opal, Opal is her champion, and Opal will fight for her and her alone. Compared to the Primes' willingness to simply move on if they don't like the options of people who can fight. They can find another. PLENTY of people, people of faith, would want to fight for them.

Melora rejecting Fy'ra rai's pleas to help save Opal, leaving her to be taken over by the Betrayer God. She doesn't have time to try and save Opal from being forced into being Lloth's champion, she has to find and prepare her own champions to fight.

Melora remaining silent toward Chetney and Orym, who she had previously aided, placing great emphasis on Chetney and Orym's importance. They contemplate the Gods' importance, their power, their necessity. Can't waste her time on people who question them.

Their pride and desperation; puffing out their chests and growling to remind everyone that they are the ones in charge while also demanding their champions to fight and sacrifice themselves and abandoning anyone who doesn't match up to what they want.

[flowersosa]

Bro assertive Imogen is *chefs kiss*

Also, If we ever get exalted Imogen I will simply not shut the fuck up.

[orym-blossoms]

Two hours ago Orym was sobbing into a Sending Stone begging Dorian to come to him because he needs him and now we're having emotional Opal moments during PvP via dick crystals.

Critical Role is A Show.

[orym-blossoms]

Whatever you do don't think about how "I really fucking miss you" and "Can you come here?" are things Orym has been asking of his husband since the day he lost him.

And now he's reeling from another loss to Otohan and begging Dorian for the same thing.

And Dorian is pushing his way through hard to be able to answer with "Yes."

[orym-blossoms]

Thinking about Orym spending all those years putting pressure on himself to do right by Derrig and Will, to make them proud, to do what they would have done. Putting himself last in order to honor the lives of the dead.

Except that's the survivor's guilt; they never would have wanted him to make this quest his life, to wall his emotions up, to keep struggling forward no matter how much he lost along the way. He certainly wouldn't have asked it of them.

Orym is now finally able to look up and turn around to face that awful weight he's been carrying . . . And he's realized it's his own. He's had trouble viewing the world outside of his perspective, and that includes this quest.

What do you do when the pressure that was holding you together finally lifts? How do you keep yourself from falling apart?

"I'm . . . Struggling," he admits. "Fuck, I miss you," he breathes from between the cracks.

There is so much life beyond the blinders he's worn for so long. There is so much left to do but also . . . Endless possibilities. It's terrifying.

[orym-blossoms]

With Dorian's strength score I like to think he was heading the Himbo direction too but then he started learning music which is scientifically proven to make you smarter so now he just is an awkward musician with MASSIVE biceps