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@coivi asked: 5MMM (to manny + oscar / dario)
MEME: 𝙿𝙾𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
STATUS: accepting
manny was the one that was on the top of the oscar, but he never thought that they were going to get into a position like this. it was clear to everyone involved that cyrus was gifted in many ways, but the size of his shaft was definitely one of them. both men had sucked him off, alternating between who was toying with his tip and who was sucking on his balls. hell, they even sucked him off at the same time, each going up and down one of the sides of his length. then, when they got on the bed, oscar had laid on his back and manny on top of him. they started to kiss as they both felt cyrus' shaft slip in and out. oscar let out a small groan when he felt the head push against his entrance, biting manny's bottom lip while pulling away from the kiss. "fuck, just shove it in already!"
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@suscitatmortuos
Look at who they were in life. That should give you a good indication of what kind of secrets they’d like to keep buried
And who are you that your little baby life is so important you get to know their secrets?
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@coivi asked: 9 M/M [ at marcel ]
MEME: 𝚄𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
STATUS: accepting
competition was something that passed down from his adoptive family, not knowing what other way to call them. when he found out that niklaus had charmed the pants off of cyrus, quite literally, the new king of new orleans didn't hesitate coming on to the other man. they were right by the pool and he had pulled down the man's trunks until his shaft and sac could hang free. moments later he was hollowing out his cheeks and pushing his head all the way down until cyrus' length was hitting the back of his throat. marcel did so with ease, but he made sure to gag a little at the end so the vibrations of his mouth could feel even more pleasurable. his tongue moved around the underside of cyrus' rod, swiping out to lick his balls to while he remained plugged up on the other's pole.
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It’s about devotion, it’s about big brother little brother and hero worship and leadership and depression and I don’t want to hurt him god I don’t want to hurt him all I do is hurt him it’s about cowardice and pride and glasses of water on hot days you don’t say thank you for and you see how your little brother notices you don’t say thank you with eyes that seem colder and greyer than when you saw them last but he still sticks to you like a barnacle asking you unending questions and when he asks to be a part of it you let him it’s i never used to be this angry it’s c u in ut it’s leaving you a book with everything written out cause you’re a wordsmith — an orator! — but words are hard when those big eyes are staring at you it’s about dancing on the beach and lilies of the valley and my l’manberg my unfinished symphony my little brother I built it for you
#dsmp#dream smp#c!wilbur#c!tommy#c!crimeboys#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#crimeboys#wrote this for Cyrus’s follower survey and kind of popped of actually so here it is
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aita for trying to summon a god to resurrect my wife?
i (142m) recently lost my wife (139f) to terminal illness. we were married for nearly 127 years, and were survivors of a disaster that destroyed our home city and killed nearly everyone in it. she was my best friend, the love of my life, and the light of my world. i’ve spent months trying to move on, but the pain of losing her has only grown stronger since her death, with my grief eventually leading me to quit my job and travel in the hopes of finding something else to live for. i will be upfront in admitting that, in the process of quitting, i blew up the school i worked at (no one was hurt), almost killed my assistant (he’s fine), and released a bunch of monsters from the abandoned gated community i had contained them in a few decades prior (long story).
anyway, during my travels i came across a relic that contained immense necromantic power, but i quickly realized that i would be unable to utilize it for my purposes on my own, as my wife had been dead for several months by that time and was well past the point of resurrection by conventional means. long story short, i decided to harness the power of the same god that caused the disaster that destroyed my and my wife’s former home.
as it turns out, my former boss (????m) picked up a kid (13x) off the street around the same time this was happening, and tasked my brother (also 142m, we’re twins) with teaching them magic. i won’t bore you with the details, but this thirteen year old now keeps following me around and fucking up my plans to reunite with my true love, which i’m frankly tired of.
(side note: this kid also won a fighting competition that hasn’t been won by someone from our school since i attended. i need to remind you, they are thirteen. i’m not certain they’d ever used magic before my boss picked them up, so i have no idea how this possibly could have happened, or when they had the time to even attend the fights since they’ve seemingly dedicated the majority of their time to fucking me over for no good reason.)
my ex-boss seems to think that summoning this being is a “bad idea” and could “destroy the world,” but 1. i’m doing it in my already ruined hometown and 2. i think that the world is a small price to pay to have my wife back. it’s not like it’s worth much without her in it, anyway.
edit: shut up about the fucking giant tree it’s an unrelated current event. you can’t prove that i actually did anything to him, and it’s rude to accuse people baselessly
#hi. this one is sillygoofy#wizard101#w101#wiz101#wizzy101#wizzy fandom#malvia#sylvia drake#malistaire drake#cyrus drake#merle ambrose#hazel speaking#m drake#s drake#c drake#ambrose#also i made up the ages and couldve donethe same for ambrose#but i think it’s funnier if mali just doesnt know how old he is
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Mass Effect LE1:
Cyrus & Garrus' first conversation on the Normandy
Casual Hubs for LE1
Andromeda Officer Casual for Male Shepard (LE1)
Morning's Hairstyles for MaleShep LE1
#mass effect#mass effect mods#cyrus shepard#garrus vakarian#male shepard#masseffectedit#dailygaming#gamingedit#edain's edits#probably the only garrus thing im gonna gif but i thought this convo perfectly paints their relationship#i almost gave up on it halfway thru b/c it was getting to be longer than i thought#initially it was literally only gonna be the last 2 gifs but like i said -- its a good segment for their relationship
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I sent this half asleep and. I actually meant that all these things happened at separate times. But rereading it now that I’m awake... I think someone should write the lyctor sexy parties fic with cumdump, flesh magic, aphrodisiacs overdose, tied up in stocks AND noncon roleplay.
It’s what Ulysses the First would have wanted
#cyrus too#u know the old fucks tried EVERYTHING. and I do mean everything.#ss&c what is that#og lyctors#tlt
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aaron is my sun jacks is my moon cyrus is my rising 💕
#astrology!! 😇💖#daphnie in love 𓆩♡𓆪#the prince of my heart ˖◛⁺⑅♡#meri jaan ♡#mr dragon king ♡#daphnie x jacks 💘#daphnie x aaron 🍒#daphnie x c…y… r… u… s?? 👀#shatter me#aaron warner#ouabh#caraval#jacks prince of hearts#ouabh jacks#this woven kingdom#these infinite threads#cyrus#booktok#book bf#bookstagram#tahereh mafi#stephanie garber
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Testing out new brushes ft. Eisenbright, who are probably in the middle of an investigation or something.
#estknt#octopath traveler#eisenbright#olberus#cyrus albright#olberic eisenberg#not really shippy but i feel like this would be an appropriate date for them lol#c: darling how would you like to go on a date with me#o: sure where are we going#c: we’re investigating an underground operation here in atlasdam#o: sounds fun let’s go#lmao i’m sorry i lack sleep#also why is olberic so wide#those broad shoulders#and he’s so tall!
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“Concerned for my safety.” The wizard echoes, fingers tightening around the spyglass they’ve been using in place of a wand for the past year. “Where was your concern for my safety when you sent me off to fight a war singlehanded and alone?” Their tone is soft. Conversational. Merle Ambrose does not flinch.
“Please, tell me what happened, do not spare a single detail.”
And they don’t.
They weave the felling of the shadow palace as it ought to be weaved, in darkness and blood and discarded web. In unmade worlds and the snapping of tree roots. In opponents twice their size, half their skill, in winning through bared teeth and broken skin.
They do, in fact, spare Ambrose a single detail.
They do not tell him about their request to Raven.
They do not tell him how it felt to watch the shapeless winds of the void between worlds tear Morganthe apart.
She had been his apprentice, once upon a time.
The wizard can offer him that one, singular kindness.
If nothing else.
“This news of Old Cob is troubling, but we shall just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings. New adventures for us all, yes?”
“Am I free to go?” They do not hide the chill or bitterness in the words. “It’s over.”
Merle Ambrose does not flinch.
“Yes, yes you may go, please get some rest. You have earned it.”
~*~
The wizard does not get some rest.
“Professor Drake?”
It’s off hours.
Cyrus Drake is in the Myth tower, where they had once dueled him, years ago now—before they were sent to the heat and tragedy that was Dragonspyre.
“I was not informed of your return.” It’s formal, it always is, but the wizard manages a half smile. “I am pleased to see you have made it back predominantly unharmed.”
“Are you free?”
“I am.”
“Can I show you something?” Cyrus’ lip curls in a way that the wizard recognizes, and they correct themself before he can patronize them. “May I show you something?”
Words are important in Myth magic. To nobody more than Cyrus Drake, who seemed too often to wonder if things would be different, had he only found the right words.
“Are you meant to be resting?”
“I am always meant to be resting or fighting. This is as close to rest as I’m going to get for a while.” They respond, allowing the hollow tone to take over their voice. Allowing the empty spaces where they had freshly leeched magic show. “Once we’re there, we can sit, I’ll drink tea, pretend I’m doing well.”
The wizard takes Cyrus to their castle. The myth castle. The castle sitting atop a cyclops that might be alive and might not be. The one crawling with automatons and unicorns and every wayward sprite they’ve ever picked up. Where the small green dragon they’d tamed in Avalon sleeps by the river when they do not ride it. Where they host the trophies of the times when victory tasted sweet and real.
The castle that houses Malistaire’s memorial.
Cyrus doesn’t ask why they made it.
Doesn’t balk at it.
Does run his hand along the edge of the stone, and the carved relief of Malistaire and Sylvia.
“When did you make this?”
“After,” The wizard says softly, “just after—you sent me to the dorms and, well I ran to Northguard, I couldn’t rest, couldn’t stop—”
“—I understand.”
They sit together.
They drink Hespermint tea and listen to the breathing of the cyclops above.
Eventually, the wizard has calmed their nerves enough to voice the thing that is weighing on them.
“I don’t want one for her.” They say softly, staring at the memorial, at the fresh flowers, the crystals bursting from the earth. “I wanted her dead. I wanted to hurt her. It’s—I’m not a kid anymore, I can’t pretend I’m doing this without understanding, I wanted to make her feel like I did, I wanted to make her pay—but I—I’m not supposed to.” They are going to cry and they don’t want to, they blink it back, grip on their teacup far too tight. “I chased power I shouldn’t have—I messed up again and let out a—a monster—I couldn’t think beyond wanting revenge for Azteca, for Pacal and Zaylin and Tezcat and Neza—for watching Dyvim die and for having to swallow Shadow and—” A sob is working its way up their throat and if they aren’t careful this will shatter them.
“You spent two months in the burrows and barrows of Khrysalis.” Cyrus interjects as the wizard gulps down air, “Isolated again from your classmates, your friends, those who can ground you. It is… easy, to get swept up in the tide of getting even. Especially when one is alone.”
“You didn’t.” They manage to mumble.
“Ah, but I am rarely left to my own. I have… children to teach, collegues who deign to check on me at irritating hours, and an apprentice who has flourished despite having been unable to appear in class more than twice a term, too busy getting themselves dragged into oncoming conflict.”
The wizard’s gaze snaps up at the word apprentice.
“I would have done more for you if it were in my power to do.”
He’s being nice.
He’s not supposed to be nice.
He’s Cyrus Drake.
He’s supposed to be lethal and logical and at best polite, but not nice.
The wizard laughs, and it’s hiding a sob.
Read the rest here <3
#wizard101#wiz101#wizzy fandom#wizard101 fic#cyrus drake#lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood#y'all get two today i am w r e c k e d by the end of arc 2#like buddy you thought we were traumatized before?????
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self care is deciding that if two sides of a triangle are fucked up the third one has to be too
#gideon shut the hell up challenge#anyway I think river and fawn should argue abt smth too#I'M JUST SAYING.......#if c/r fights abt what he did to fawn. and c/f fight abt how he behaves.... r/f should fight abt them just. accepting what he did#cyrus (encouraging murder) and river (revenge scar): are you tired of being nice? don't you just want to go apeshit#keeping up with the beckers
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@coivi asked: 3M/M [ at manuel ]
MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
STATUS: accepting
even though he didn't think this was where their little meeting was going to go, the witch didn't mind where they were headed. instead he was quick to strip down to his underwear and watch cyrus do the same. then he leaned forward, running his right hand over the man's shaft while his left grabbed onto his thigh. "wonder how you taste." instead of going straight for his bulge, manuel traced the other's abs with his tongue. then he moved his mouth up to his pecs, wrapping them around one of his nipples. the witch let out a soft moan when he started to suck on it, palming him over his underwear.
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Just like #2,460,012 of "sketches I want to color eventually but are too silly to spend that much time on"
(These are all victory quotes from the respective 3H character)
#my art#octopath traveler#cyrus albright#tressa colzione#olberic eisenberg#primrose azelhart#I had to make Prim a bit chubbier b/c Dorothea's dress looks odd on someone so slender#crossover#digital art
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@coivi asked: 11M/M [ at nathair ]
MEME: 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
STATUS: accepting
the vetala never seemed to know what to expect whenever he and cyrus got together again. this time, it didn't take long for the two of them to get down to their old habits. "that's it baby, you can take it." he looked down at the man as he worked his shaft up, when his mouth found his way to his sac, nathair sucked in a warm breath. he moved his right hand up, resting it on the back of cyrus' head. "cain taught you some new tricks since the last time we were together?" his brows rows as he pegged the question, letting out another soft groan. his rod throbbed in response, pleasure coursing all through his body.
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no one talk to me im going to be sick
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What a Lovely Day
YAHOO this one’s a day late bc we hit post limit. whoops. ANYWAY
warnings for .. uh. unclear. internalized ableism? malistaire overextends himself after a serious injury bc he wants to prove he’s still Capable™️ and cyrus pesters him about it.
“What in Bartleby’s name are you doing?”
The necromancy professor sighs, not bothering to turn. “I’m not an invalid, Cyrus.”
Cyrus’s frown deepens. He puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You’re shaking, Mal.”
Malistaire grunts softly. “Only slightly. It’s more of a tremble.”
“That’s worse.”
“Yes, well, you would know.” He hands the shopkeep a handful of gold coins before depositing a bundle of herbs in the bag at his hip.
“Did Syl—”
“Cyrus, since when are you my damned babysitter?”
Cyrus balks at the way his brother hisses at him, like someone has just told him to go bed a minotaur. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“That I am the older brother—”
“By barely seven minutes.”
“—and you need not waste your time fussing over me. I’m a grown man. I can handle a simple errand for my wife.”
“I didn’t say—”
“You implied it clearly enough.”
Cyrus sighs as he follows his twin out of the shop. “You know, for an elder twin, you certainly are acting like a child.”
“And you are acting like you’re my mother.”
“Oh, we’re resorting to name-calling?”
“Just shut up, will you? You’re the one trailing after me like an anxious little boy. It’s a lovely day, and I’d like to enjoy it.”
“I am not trailing you. I happened to enter the same shop as you, and now we’re having a discussion. That’s not the same thing.”
“A discussion? Is that what you call this?” Malistaire nearly laughs. “No wonder the students hate your class.”
“Says the man who, lately, can barely make it through a full day of classes. You’re overworking yourself and you know it.”
Malistaire turns on his heel, his magic flaring and chilling the air around them, making the grass between the cobblestones shrivel — and then it stutters and fizzles out. He shuts his eyes suddenly and pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a small, staggering half-step to his right. It’s just enough to make the strap of his bag slide from his shoulder, and it puddles around his feet.
“Dammit, Cyrus…”
“Hush. Nothing spilled.” The conjurer’s voice is soft as he bends to put the bag back where it belongs, careful of the tender scar around what remains of Malistaire’s right shoulder. He doesn’t make any snarky comments, even though he definitely could. It would only agitate his brother more. “…Come on. Let’s get you sitting down.”
Malistaire grumbles, not opening his eyes, but allows himself to be led to a nearby bench. The tremor in his left hand has worsened, his breathing is shakier, and he’s a few shades paler than normal. They’re both quiet until his breathing evens out.
“…It is a nice day, isn’t it?”
“You’re a bastard.”
“So are you, then.”
Malistaire chuckles despite himself.
#wizard101#w101#wiz101#wizzy101#wizzy#wizzyblr#wizzy fandom#wiztober2023#malistaire drake#cyrus drake#hazel speaking#art time#m drake#c drake
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