#frederic kreiburg

[ronironiica]

my favorite meme

[t0bey]

Realized I haven’t drawn either of them this year lol

[moldychefboyardeecan]

OH GOD

Well! I have ALOT to post, and I'll start with a small confession: IM OBSESSED WUTH IDV

and during a bullet train ride me and my friend wrote orphrick crack. @orphrickie

ill keep some of our original dialogue. The story starts after the cut

the dingus

orphrick yaoi

LMAO OKAY ITS GONNA BE PURELY IRONIC THO CUZ I CANT WRITE SERIOUSLY

ITS OKAY IT CAN BE A CRACK FIC IVE WRITTWN DONALD TRUMP X ELON MUSK X KANYE X PUTIN POLYCULE FICS 🫶

 OH I KNOW we could make it that they were working together on a thingy and when they went for a “”meeting””” it becomes a cute fluffy date Oh my gkd😭😭😭 UR ILLLLLL

did i mention it was also omega verse bro…

yes yes yes YAY

so its okay we can write pure crack

I think ur sister likes my fics

HELPPP

wait this is peak already I lowkey wanna watch

they’re so cute

So where should the date be aUmnummmmm Library NO CAFE PLACE alr

 ITS ACTUALLY GOOD HELLO

i do NAWT wanna ruin it i will watch OKK

orphrick idv crack written with my friend 🙈

GUYS

*looks around*

*sees nobody*

“Chat u seeing this?”

-Fredrick

*sees my colossal cock

(he’s schizophrenic)

guys I haven’t played IDV in 4 months am I doing this right 🚶‍♀️

“So..Mister..” The silverette eloquent man trailed off, focusing on the boy in front of him.

“Orpheus!” The boy answered. He was a brunette, full of life, a direct opposite of the man whom he was speaking with. His blue outfit was nicely put together, as if it wasn’t reflecting his energy enough.

“Right. Orpheus, hm.” He said it as if the very name offended him. “You say, you write, yes?” The man asked, hoping his writing is as lively as his..exterior.

“I may not say so myself, but many do agree that I am a Novelist of sorts.” Orpheus retorted. It was clear from the get go that this boy..wasn’t like this. But that didn’t stop the silverette man from a good chase. After all, what’s a good secret if not kept close?

The man just stared at him. "So… you’re a writer."

Orpheus blinked. "That’s… what novelist means, yes."

Orpheus was a strange boy, to say the least. He loved the beauty of the birds, but had a talent for writing the horrors that haunts him.

….but this silence was haunting. The two just looked each other in the eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this too would pass.

..passing, passing, passing.

“What do you write?”

“Books.”

…books. Great answer, Orpheus. The man inhaled sharply, as if physically restraining himself from throwing Orpheus into the nearest abyss. This was going to be tiresome.

“And you?”

“I don’t write.” The man retorted.

“Well what do you d-“

“Compose.”

..so what now? Ask his name! Of course! He already knows yours!  Orpheus thought to himself.

“I never caught your na-“

“-never threw it.”

Orpheus paused at his quick reply.

“That’s…not how names work.” Orpheus said, confused.

He didn’t blink. "It is now."

They locked eyes.

Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed. Dramatically.

“May I have it?”

The sliverette let the silence stretch unbearably long, because he could.

"Frederick Kreiburg."

Orpheus blinked. "Fred—"

"Freddy."

Orpheus inhaled sharply. "Freddy?"

Frederic exhaled through his nose. "Do not call me that."

Orpheus, sensing a rare opportunity, immediately grinned. "Freddy."

Frederic visibly clenched his jaw.

"Fredrickson."

"Stop."

"Freddo."

"Orpheus, I swear on every note I have ever composed—"

"FREDDY FAZBEAR."

Frederick lunged.

Orpheus barely dodged, laughing so hard he tripped over his own feet. Frederick followed, eyes dark with rage, coat billowing like he was about to commit a crime of passion.

And then—

Oh no.

Orpheus slipped. Frederic grabbed him by instinct. Momentum carried them forward, and—

CRASH.

They hit the ground, Frederick braced above him, Orpheus breathless beneath him, their faces suddenly way too close.

Frederick’s cravat was perfectly in place, even after falling. This was unacceptable.

Screw it.

Orpheus yanked Frederic down by the cravat and kissed him like his life depended on it. Frederic barely had time to react before his instincts kicked in and—oh. Oh, this was a duet now.

Somewhere, the piano music swelled.

Neither of them were playing it.

❤️the end❤️

😻👍

It’s just getting stupider

[ronironiica]

I rarely make animatics, and even more so in fandoms, but this trend sparked a spark ORPHALICE in me lol I really love it

[fishermanshook]

babe wake up Toby posted

Realized I haven’t drawn either of them this year lol