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Unmoored (adjective)
(of a person) insecure, confused, or lacking contact with reality.Having one's faith shaken was a surefire way to make them feel disconnected. This was a truth that Orym had to live with now.
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Despite being surrounded by people, he's never felt this lonely.
Not even after Will.
(Title from "Alone in a Crowded Room" by Anson Seabra)
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“The splendid thing about falling apart silently is that you can start over as many times as you like.”
...Or: Orym learns it’s easier with a little help.
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Occtis is having a terrible week. Three men help him through.
I cannot summarize for anything! I’m so tired! Please enjoy this fic.
Written prior to C4E3
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17 Oct 2025
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4th Floor Idiots by Author_Mars
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series), The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon)
14 Sep 2025
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Vox Machina happen to live on the same floor in the same dorm for college. What could possibly go wrong?
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- Part 1 of Vessar Hall Residents (and friends!)
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01 Apr 2025
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Can you guide me to the revolt inside by LangYuan
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games)
05 Sep 2024
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“Why are your jokes about my faith and customs always said out loud?” he began anew, voice deeper than a minute ago. “Why do you always make sure to hit me where it hurts the most, even after I repeatedly asked you to stop? I never tried to impose my views on you, hell, I don’t understand half of your gimmick and I still never said anything about it.”
”Well, that’s because you’re the frigging Herald of Andraste!” Sera yelled back, as she always does, as she did so many times they had this exact conversation. “Every time you open your mouth about all that Mythal shite, you’ll sound like an i-“
”-idiot, yes, I know. We’ve been through this.” He sighed heavily, trying to ignore the all familiar sting in his chest.
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Lhisen'gir Lavellan is barely holding it together, Temple of Mythal kicked him in the face with all the 'not elfy enough' bullshit and he finally snapped after hearing another joke directed at his gods, then had a mental breakdown because these are his friends and he is very mentally ill but also the Inquisitor so no one cares. Basically a fic I wrote after trying to summarize the whole mage Lavellan angst situation to a friend to get them into DAI (it worked).
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13 Nov 2024
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Orym snaps back awake, his jaw clenched so hard against a scream that it aches, tears streaming down his face. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the stars, turned honey colored by the amber light of the dome.
This feels too much like the endless months after Will and Derrig had died. The broken sleep. The nightmares. The panic upon waking, made worse by reaching out for someone who was no longer there, that would never be there again. Only time and the love and support of those around him had brought gradual, eventual relief. But they don’t have time. Everything is happening so fast.
“Please.” Orym doesn’t know who he’s directing his plea to. The gods? The spirits of those he has lost? The stars themselves? “Please, I just need to sleep.”
“Orym?” Dorian’s voice, barely a whisper. “Are you all right?”
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25 Oct 2024