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@tempestgone
——————– 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙽 .
this is an independent , selective , and private rp blog for 𝙾𝚁𝚈𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙸 from 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚗 3 . contains spoilers for campaigns 1 , 2 , and 3 as well as the legend of vox machina . contains dark , adult themes that may be triggering , and some nsfw . please read rules before you follow . sideblog to luxonstolen .
freed by leah. 24. she/they.
𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 . 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌 . 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 .
MOVED! - @tempestbladed
MOVED! - @tempestbladed
orym lost his husband and tried to turn his life into ‘eat, pray, love’ but accidentally turned it into ‘uncharted’ instead
5'9 💖
how tall is your muse compared to orym?
teemy pseudo-nephew…
6'2 hehe
how tall is your muse compared to orym?
screaming shitting and crying
Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.
Using this site
listen…orym has a type, and it’s Tall People
ovid / x / bilbo fabriko / hozier / @sawasawako / gustave doré / kurt vonnegut / antonio canoza / tim siebels / “Portrait of a Lady On Fire”
orym and will except they’re orpheus and eurydice
—– @ruidusborne said : (forehead kiss)
orym is no stranger to affection , of course not . not with a mother like his , that gives her affection freely and firmly . not with a husband like his , who peppered kisses on every inch of skin he could reach , just to tell orym that he was loved . not with the company he’s kept in the past few years , who hugged him and tucked him into their sides and shared beds with him . he is no stranger to it , he accepts it freely . sometimes it reminds him that he is still here . he still has work to do .
ashton carried him all the way to bed , and he’s not stopped shaking for even a single moment since imogen brought him back up to the airship . he tries all the tricks in the book ; the methodical fist-clenching , the deep breaths , the routine of naming all the things he hears and sees and smells and feels . he tries to hide the tremble in his hands when the sorcerer shuffles in , but he can’t seem to fight it off when it truly matters .
so when imogen leans over him and presses a kiss to his forehead , he freezes , then relaxes into the sheets of the bed . a brief memory flashes , of his mother kissing his forehead before bedtime , whispering sweet goodnights to him . his chest feels warm , like he’s sipped at a hot drink and is feelings the heat travel down to settle . he wonders , for a moment , if she could sense his anxiety from wherever she was , or if she felt it when she stepped into the room . “ hey . crazy day , huh ? ”
—– @orbitaldecays said : " c'mere. i've got you. " ashton brings orym's bloodied form into their arms, " we'll get you fixed up, alright? just keep your eyes open && on me. or you'll be fucking sorry. "
he’s shaking . fuck , he can’t stop shaking . he can’t seem to get it under control , not when his mind fuzzes to the point where he can barely even see straight . he can feel that he’s drifting in and out of consciousness , even though he wants to fight the urge to fall asleep . he’s so tired though . he wishes he could just rest and wake up in another 8 hours , refreshed and ready . he wonders if this is even real , if this is just a frightening lucid dream that he cannot seem to shake off or wake from .
his body is jostled and bundled into someone’s arms . not a dream . he recognizes the voice murmuring to him , sounding as if it is calling from far away , asking him to stay awake . keep your eyes open and on me . he struggles to obey , manages to crack them open enough to see the blur of green and gold and technicolor . ashton . ashton is talking to him , their voice echoing and phasing but the message comes off clear as day . stay awake .
“ hnng , you’d kick a guy while he’s already down ? for shame . ”
—– @weyfaren said : [ wake ] for your muse to wake mine / from fearne
exhaustion hits quicker than orym had expected . he crashed as soon as he crawled into their shared bed in the inn , nestled in between dorian and fearne’s legs . he sleeps a bit fitfully , but not so much that he isn’t able to at least rest . and when he rises , it is not to the rising sun in his face , or mister picking at his hair , or the soft plucking of dorian’s lute . instead , he wakes to the feeling of gentle breath ghosting his cheek , and a soft hand shaking him by the shoulder .
he recognizes the smell of fearne , not even needing to open his eyes to know who it is . “ fearnie ... ‘s too early to wake up . ”
word prompts - accepting !
—– @shedawn said : "there you are, darling." the weather in zephrah is less suited for the heavy layers and furs of whitestone, and so she'd donned an approximation of what she'd worn what feels like lifetimes ago. it also makes tracking that much easier, climbing up the tree she's spotted orym in with ease. once secure on a branch, hand unfurls to reveal candies or various colours, the smile on her lips conspiratorial. "everyone's looking for you, you know. but if you don't want to go back just yet, we can just sit here and talk for a while. it'll be our little secret.”
he misses his daddy .
it is not often that little orym finds himself dwelling on it too much . his father has been dead for years now , after falling in the heat of a battle against a barghest . orym was too young to remember most of it , but he remembers his ma’s grief , recalls finding her in tears at the kitchen table one evening after he had been supposed to be asleep . he remembers his father in smiles , in gentle yet calloused hands lifting him up and flying him across the yard , in soft guidance of clumsy toddler hands with a toy wooden sword . he wishes daddy could come back and make ma happy again . orym wants his daddy back more than anything and he can’t come back .
lady de rolo is really cool . she’s a hero , just like the tempest . she’s nice and lets him and will play with her daughter , and she teaches him how to hide and track things in the woods . so when she climbs into the tree with him and offers the candies to him , his smiles at her , thought it is wobbly and laced with tears brimming his eyes . “ i wanna stay up here a lil’ longer , please . ”
yeah i’ve only had this blog for a week but when are y’all gonna ship with me :///
—– @tempashari said : “ i won’t let you do this. ”
“ with all due respect , tempest , i need to do this . ”
orym isn’t one to directly go against authority figures . his entire life has been to respect authority , obey when there are not questions of morality at stake . but he was also taught to defer to his better judgement ; as much as his mother may not like it , or derrig or nell or keyleth , orym needs this more than they could ever know . he is not running , he just ... he just needs to get away . he needs to see that there is a world outside of zephrah , a world that did not know will and did not crumble in the wake of his loss .
“ i’m not resigning , ” he says , brows furrowed in deep thought , eyes tracing over the sharp edge of his blade , the sword given to all members of the tempest blades . “ i just need to take a break from it . i can’t do my job properly when i’m ... when i’m still grieving . not when this was will’s job too . tempest , i need to do this . ”
intense sentence starters - accepting !
orym is a service top send tweet
okay technically he’s a switch that leans more towards top, but when he bottoms he’s still servicing his partner somehow LOL
