#dorym week

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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

[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]

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. 

[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.

[dorymweek]

Dorym Week 2024

(image manipulation by @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat using CC0 public domain images obtained from rawpixel) (Image ID in alt text)

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

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[chubsthebat]

I just think that everybody should go read Woo Me By Moonlight!!! Idk just saying...

My entry to Dorym Week for the AU day!! I'm technically a day late but ssshhhh

[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.”

[thesilverfangirl]

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Dorym Week Day 4: Prompt,Nightmares.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway & Orym, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Fearne Calloway, Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Orym's Dead Spouse (Critical Role), Character Death, in a dream sequence don't worry, but orym's husband is dead so, Canonical Character Death, in a way i guess, How Do I Tag, Orym has a nightmare and it sucks, Panic Attacks, orym has a panic attack, fearne comforts him, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, no beta we die like bertrand bell Summary:

Orym fell asleep,then woke up in a familiar place and a familiar bed,hearing a familiar voice humming a familiar melody. A beautiful dream,quickly turned a nightmare.

==== AKA I'm in this Dorym discord server and they give amazing ideas. Spoilers for Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 14. ((Small edits made: Spoilers for Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 17))