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For all his life, Frederick has lived with walls strongly guarded. Brick and laid with precision, unable to top or crumble at whatever batters at it. *Wilted Rose*, he was called, by some of the nurses at the clinic that told him his verdict. A life spent hiding as a Beta, unable to live as freely as he might've desired.
Until he meets Orpheus, and realizes he can change.
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Orphrick but make it Omegaverse.Series
- Part 1 of Orphrick Omegaverse
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15 Feb 2025
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"There's no cure for this Orpheus...even you have to understand the futility of this."
Orpheus shook his head, pulling at his hair a bit. The same conflict, the same words, every time.
"We don't *know* that for certain, Frederick. Ms. Mesmser has been studying the mutation and Ms. Shiyi has been studying the fungal application-"
"That's doesn't mean there can be a cure."
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A barren wasteland, a final bastion of hope, and the fleeting love of a long burned out candle finally losing it's last embers.Bookmarked by CryptidSkull
11 Jan 2025
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A heavenly palace of paradise would be of no status without a rightful ruler to keep its’ subjects in the right mind of heart, and that was precisely Hollow’s entire world. It brought Orpheus no greater pleasure than to see his people dressed in ivories, saturated in carbon and sapphire opals, dancing and thriving amidst diamond streets.
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… Or dragon hunter and Hollow bickering like a married couple, then they fuck because neither of them can communicate their feelings.Bookmarked by CryptidSkull
15 Aug 2024
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There was something different about the man. Despite his youthful look, there was a heaviness to his shoulders that said he had hardened through prolonged suffering. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled in the corner, it was definitely a slipping mask. The way Orpheus held himself was too rigid, too perfected, and he noticed the rise and fall of the brunet's chest was too long between his conversations and rest.
The man was peculiar. Yet, no matter what, his eyes always found the other's, and he gazed at him like he was a meal to be devoured, yet there was an odd reverence that was mixed within the hunger.
Fredrick didn't want to admit it intrigued him, even less that he wanted to tread that danger willingly, even if it meant falling into the maw of the novelist.
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12 Jul 2024
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"Nightmare" has never failed to be an annoyance in matches. For days after his participation, Frederick is still haunted by the residual bad memories. His past flares along with a tingling across his neck.
Was Nightmare... watching him?
The feeling is far from one he can ignore, and perhaps, due to his lack of sleep, it leads him into a decision he may regret.
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- Part 1 of A House Made of Windows
Bookmarked by CryptidSkull
28 Mar 2024