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Dorym Bang Art
Oh my gOD it's finally today! Thanks so much to @sweetsilentsteps for organizing this wonderful event, it's been absolutely amazing to see such a nice community come together to create all of that's been added to the Dorym Big Bang Collection in AO3. Just truly a wonder te behold! There's so many amazing and varied fics to chose from and pieces of art to accompany them, it's great.
Also special thanks to my partner for this event, @maybetwice
Truly a sweetheart and an AMAZING writer, their words inspired me so much to create and it's just been such a sweet and cozy–though heartbreaking at times–experience.
Here I'm also adding a link to her fanfic so y'all can enjoy it too:
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Come Away With Me fanart for the dorym nation big bang! m
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Kind of tempting fate here with this one but this is my piece for the reverse big bang over on the dorym nation server! It was fun to try and try smth totally new and try out screen tones for the first time! I think I’ve got to play around with it all a bit more but for the first time trying it I think it came out pretty alright!
(I also suggest looking at this in full size cause the screen tone looks better that way)
This piece was also given a lovely fic by @maybetwice nd another from @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat which I'll link to in the rbs hehehe 💖
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Hey there! So I recently organised and ran a Dorym Bang on the Dorym Nation server and this is the art piece that I did for the lovely RC and their fic all the shades behind these eyes
Please go show them some love!
#dorym nation bang#dorym#dorym art#dorian storm#orym of the air ashari#let the boys be pretty and where make-up
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"I've actually never seen anyone like you before, if I'm being honest."
"An acrobat or a halfling?"
"Oh, a halfling." Dorian was blushing a little now and looking around like he thought he may have said something stupid. "It's just, I've lived in the Squall my whole life, you know? Nobody but genasi here. I've actually only ever seen peachy-tan people before a handful of times. And none of them were ever halflings."
Ah, so that explained the staring, at least. Orym was used to being the only halfling in a room – they weren't exactly common in Zephrah – but he'd never met someone who had never even seen one before. He had a sinking suspicion that this was about to get awkward.
"Well, there's lots of us out there," he replied half-heartedly. "I'm sure you'll see another someday."
Dorian was staring at him openly now, and it was all Orym could do not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.
Suddenly Dorian moved his face closer, and for a second Orym thought that he was going to kiss him, before the genasi spoke.
"You have green eyes," Dorian said, sounding completely awe-struck, and Orym realized belatedly that he had no idea how much Dorian had had to drink.
"I…do…"
"I've never seen green eyes before."
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Relationship: Orym/Dorian Storm
Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Cyrus Wyvernwind, Chetney Pock O'Pea, Original Characters, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Royalty, Marriage, Slice of Life, Time Skips, POV Alternating, Married Life, Love, Self-Doubt, Growth, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Dorks in Love, Family, Adopted Children, Anxiety
Collections: Dorym Nation Bang Collection 2022
Summary: Never in a million years would Dorian have expected his brother to abdicate his rightful place as next Guiding Winds. The idea of his parents agreeing to his brother's decision seemed even more outlandish. Yet, that's what they-him and Orym-became: Guiding Winds of the Silken Squall.
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“The two of you look happy.”
While it was tempting to continue watching Orym passed around from one dance partner to the next, he forced his eyes away to see his brother with a soft smile on his face. The dark green tunic detailed with outlines of silver clouds he wore fit perfectly to his form; as were the silver pants leading to bare feet. He looked relaxed-shoulders loose, hair lightly breezing around, a slight sway to his body in time with the music. His smile grew a little wider as Cyrus set an arm around Dorian's shoulder and gave a little playful jostle.
“I'm glad you found him.” Cyrus drew him in closer. “He's good for you, and you're good for him.”
“I think so, too.”
#dorym nation bang#critical role#dorym#dorian storm#orym#cyrus wyvernwind#chetney pock o’pea#minor original character(s)#original child character(s)#alternate universe - post-canon#royalty#marriage#slice of life#time skips#pov alternating#married life#love#self-doubt#growth#emotional hurt/comfort#fluff#dorks in love#family#adopted children#anxiety#fanfic
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Enjoy a little sketchdump page I did for the Dorym Nation Big Bang!!
This is a companion piece to @chiakery 's absolutely adorable Circus AU fic and it's absolutely delightful I was SO excited to be able to draw for it 💙💚
┌|o^▽^o|┘♪
#critical role#dorym#dorym art#dorian storm#orym of the air ashari#critical role campaign 3#bells hells#brondoodles
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Commission I made for @maybetwice ! Heartbreaking as always 😁 (I'm smiling through the pain)
Based on a fic she wrote a while ago for the Dorym Nation Big Bang! (Which I also separately drew for as part of the bang).
#critical role campaign 3#critical role fanart#orym of the air ashari#commisions post#dorym nation bang#chubs art
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It’s big missing the Silver Sun hours so I reread my fic that featured it heavily. You can find it on ao3 or read the first chapter below.
There's an Empty Space in My Hand Where Your Hand Should Be
A Dorym fic written for the 2022 Dorym Nation Big Bang
Featuring: arranged marriage, idiots in love, piracy, and an exasperated peanut gallery
It had been Will’s idea.
They’d always been the Big Moon and Little Moon, trundling along side by side, but they’d always meant to add to their little family. Always meant to have another hand to hold in the winter chill. Always meant to find another celestial body as bright as the summer sun.
So when the request came from the Silken Squall emissaries… Will had accepted with enthusiasm and Orym had followed with amusement. Like he always had, like he’d always hoped he would.
“It was a little like this,” Will said later over steaming tea in their little cottage, once the first draft of the treaty was drawn up and sent off for review. “They want marriageable collateral and the two of us are the only ones currently of Zephrah that fit their rather… specific requests. Unfortunately for them we’re already married to each other.”
“Not like that stopped you from offering us up as a package deal,” Orym had said wryly over his own cup of tea. “Not that I mind, I’m just wondering why they actually took you up on it.”
Will of the past had shrugged, the mischievous spark in his eyes glinting over the rim of his cup. “ Guess we’ll find out when we head to meet our betrothed next month.”
“Maybe he’s a wild troublemaker and they think two of Zephrah’s finest will keep him reigned in,” Orym had said, fighting to keep a straight face.
The spark in Will’s eyes grew into a familiar merry twinkle and his beloved quiet laugh. “Shows what little they know. We’re the biggest troublemakers Zephrah’s ever seen! The Voice of the Tempest said so herself.”
“Let’s hope she didn’t say so in the treaty,” Orym raised his tea in quiet toast. “ To us, and a bright future.”
“To our family, growing as it is.” Will replied, raising his tea in kind.
A week later he was gone.
—--
The end of a brief memorial found Orym sitting on the low stone wall of the Raven Tree courtyard. He stared out blankly into the night sky, fingers twisting his wedding and betrothal bands around and around. Catha and Ruidus still hung out of sight beyond the horizon and the empty sky felt darkly fitting for a day without his own Moon. The light breeze that always whispered over the cliffs tugged at his clothes and brought with it the faint sound of footsteps and rustling feathers.
“I cannot ask you to go through with the treaty,” Lady Keyleth had said quietly, leaning against the wall beside him. The raven on her shoulder made a small noise, as if in agreement.
“It’s my duty to see to your safety and what is best for our people, my Lady.” Orym had said, eyes not leaving the curve of the horizon. “I need time, but then I would like to honor our agreement. If I had fallen and not… I wouldn’t have wanted him to go through life alone.”
The area around Lady Keyleth’s eyes tightened and Orym wished he could snatch back his words. She must have seen the stricken look on his face because her gaze softened. “If the Squall cannot understand needing time to grieve, then they do not deserve the arrangement. You have my blessing to take as long as you need.”
“With your leave I intend to hunt down his… the assassins.” He swallowed around a lump in his throat. “ It could take a very long time. I could… never be ready.”
“I will delay the Squall as long as I am able. Go, find peace.” Lady Keyleth didn’t look at him, but her ever-present raven gazed towards him with eyes shrewder than any bird ought to have.
“Whether here or at the Squall, there will be a place for you when you return.”
—-
Six years later Orym sits in much the same position, though his feet drum against a wooden railing instead of stone and his hands wrap around rings strung on a chain under his shirt rather than twisting them on his fingers. The last ember glow of sunset fades behind him as he watches inky darkness claim the distant horizon.
Somewhere in that far distance lay the Squall and old agreements. Would they still accept the treaty after all these years? The few times Orym had spoken with Lady Keyleth they had talked of his family and his search, never the duties he felt he was neglecting.
Duties he might be able to fill soon if the quest spread out before him ever gets resolved.
Perhaps he should have asked Dorian, once his connection to the Squall was revealed. Perhaps he knew of the state of the treaty, or at least who his intended had been. A noble of little importance (according to the treaty) but perhaps the son of the Squall’s most respected family might have heard a rumor or two.
No matter. He would find out anyway in a day or two. They’d gotten the exact location of the Squall on their way out of Bassuras and Orym had decided he ought to check in. At least let them know he was still interested in fulfilling the treaty. He was nervous and it felt strange to visit without Dorian but… maybe the genasi would be there to greet them. Would stand beside him and vouch for his character. Would forgive him for choosing some noble stranger instead of a trusted friend.
“Copper for your thoughts?”
Orym doesn’t startle. He’d heard the soft whirr of Fresh Cut Grass’s wheel as the automaton crossed the deck. “I’m just thinking about the past, Grass. I have old obligations waiting for me at the end of our journey.”
A considering hum sounds as FCG tilts their head to look at him, but they kindly do not pry.
“Well. Ashton says they can sense your brooding from all the way below deck. Might be time to come inside and take your mind off things.” They pause and their glowing eyes sweep out to the horizon where clouds are beginning to gather in a previously clear sky. “Captain Xandas says we’re likely to get a storm tonight anyway, so might be best to clear the deck.”
Orym chuckles softly - he’s no stranger to storms - but leaps light-footed and sure to the worn wooden planks.
“Lead the way, then.”
—--
“Storms tonight.”
Cyrus leans on the railing next to Dorian, head tilted back as he inhales deeply. He’s always had a particular talent for smelling the ozone of rain on the wind, and it’s come in handy in the wide open skies. After a long moment he cracks one eye open and looks at his brother.
“You always clutch that stone like a lifeline and never actually say anything,” he says, nodding toward the polished sending stone Dorian has in his hand. He’s been staring into it for the past hour or so, working up the nerve to say something, anything, to Orym.
He never does.
“I’m not really sure what to say,” he says, not looking away from the stone. “Maybe ‘Hi this is Dorian, we’ve resorted to piracy. Also we’re headed to the Squall to kidnap my dumbass brother’s much smarter fiance. Meet me there.’?”
Cyrus squawks, but doesn’t refute the statement. “Yes, like that.” He pauses, counting in his head, and then nods. “Exactly like that, actually. Even got an extra word to spare.”
Dorian tucks the sending stone back in his pocket and levels his brother with a flat stare. “How are you so smart, and also so, so dumb?”
His brother shrugs with a broad grin. “It’s part of my Wyvernwind charm.”
“A wonder Jo ever agreed to marry you.”
“It’s a mark of their very good taste.” Cyrus leans into Dorian’s space and gently headbutts his shoulder. “Speaking of fiances though… given any thought to what you might tell mom and dad? That betrothal is still waiting for you, if you want it.”
“If I want it?” Dorian scoffs, looking out across the ruddy evening clouds. “Unlike you, I didn’t get much say in the matter. I wish I did… I’d have more to say now. Maybe even a solution that would fill the treaty and actually make me happy… but our parents told me, in no uncertain terms, that the treaty was set in stone. The other party delaying for personal reasons only postponed the inevitable.”
Cyrus hummed thoughtfully, but surprisingly didn’t voice whatever idea had crossed his mind. Instead, he clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Enough moping. If we’re careful we can hit another shipping lane before we start heading directly toward the Squall. The coming storm might even give us some cover.”
With a quiet laugh Dorian turns away from the rail. “Sure. One last prize before we have to become respectable sons of the Squall once more.”
He strides toward the bartop, now a passable navigational chart, then freezes as he feels the sending stone warm in his breast pocket. Orym’s voice - low and rich and right in his ear - surrounds him.
“ It’s been a little while. Just checking in. Left Bassuras a few days ago, headed to deal with an old obligation. Wish you were here. ”
Swallowing hard he presses a hand to his pocket and carefully crafts a reply. “Wish I was there too. We’re safe. Opal and Dariax split off to deal with… stuff. Again. Have a new friend in tow. Miss you.”
He won’t hear a response for another day (or more realistically at least a week), but the warmth of hearing his friend’s voice will carry him through the rest of the evening.
One last mark, then he turns towards home.
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Chapter 2 can be found on AO3
#critical role#critical role spoilers#but only because I said I’m missing the Silver Sun#Dorym#my fic#dorian storm#orym of the air ashari
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