#cyrus drake

[hazeldragonblossoms]

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

[auredosa]

I headcanon that Cyrus Drake’s infamous truffula leaves quest is a kind of “The Empty Pot” fable-esque test of character. Like of course they don’t actually exist so what he’s really after is what his clueless freshmen are going to do about it. He automatically fails them if they turn up with some BS already-discovered flora that they’re clearly just turning in because they have to pass. The best response he got was when a student actually went around campus, asked other conjurers how they completed the assignment, read multiple botanical articles and tried to find where the idea of a “truffula tree” might have come from, and ultimately turned the tables on Cyrus and said “I know why you made us do this impossible assignment. I understand what you want us to show you, and it’s not a handful of dried leaves. You told us to pursue a myth and here’s what I found out. Here’s how you create a myth.”

[shanie-the-komania-toyaddict]

No but dammit that post ok? About Cyrus.

If you've played the BOXES event you know that Cyrus was an artist. He loved painting. He was a NICE GUY. Sure it's implied he's always been strict but he wasn't a raging bag of dicks or anything. And then, like, TEN MINUTES BEFORE YOU SHOW UP, his sister in law dies and his brother goes insane and suddenly he's there expected to just go on being a damn teacher because, breaking news, the new savior of the spiral has arrived and IMMEDIATELY has a duel with his fallen brother and... and...

NO WONDER HE FUCKING HATES YOU

[ward-against-blight]

One of the things that brings me sm joy is how even though Cyrus is a jerk a solid 75% of the time, whenever he’s talking about something myth related (Aquila, or the entry quests of Azteca) you can literally HEAR in the voice acting how legit passionate he is about it.

Like yea, the man clearly doesn’t have the temperament for the education field (and needs some serious post Malistaire therapy) but you can’t say he isn’t legitimately passionate about Myth, and it’s so heartwarming to see him happy about something when so much of his storylines are depressing as all hell.

[eliks-edge]

I love the idea of a death wizard who parallels Malistaire pre-Sylvia’s death working together with Cyrus so much. Cyrus sees his brother in this child and it hurts because he misses his brother so much but it also worries him deeply. The wizard and Malistaire are so similar he can only hope that the trauma the wizard will have to live with after dragonspyre (and even more so after future worlds) will not make them into the man Malistaire is now. And really and truly, Malistaire is just a man overrun with grief over a loved one, which could so easily happen to the wizard. I think it would so interesting to see a villain arc very similar to Malistaires with the wizard

[malistairesimp]

i like to imagine that every year on the anniversary of malistaires death, the young wizard and cyrus drake visit his grave together and just stand there in comfortable silence. they’re the only ones to visit his grave.

[tatzlewurm]

Hi, I just listened to Magnet for the first time and decided it’s that time of the year in which Cyrus and Chester kiss passionately in a corner of Pigswick academy during the Spiral Cup Tournament 💖

[deathblade]

[ashfalldarling]

[shithivemaggot]

cyrus drake you will always be famous

[edwardsparkleblood]

MAJOR WIZARD101 SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!

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Cyrus Drake is Malistaire's, brother!???!? 😲💥 ❗ ❗ ❗ ❗ ❗ ❗

[save-the-spiral]

Malistaire 1000000% definitely had constantly cold hands and feet because 1) necromancer and 2) shitty circulation and no meat on them bones. So I say he was Notorious (to just Cyrus and Sylvia) for being the one who when in bed just pushes his cold feet against them. Cyrus learned of this as a child and suffered for years and is glad that it is mostly Sylvia's burden now. Thankfully she runs warm and will burrito bundle her husband in blankets.

[an-inspired-eternity]

was someone gonna tell me about how the drake brothers and captain avery are all voiced by the same guy or was i just supposed to find that out on my own

[shanie-the-komania-toyaddict]

it is always feel bad for cyrus drake hours

It really friggin is. Like, he's positioned to be this horrible teacher and, there's this shade thrown at him early on about how, oooooooh is he evil too? NO, the guy's whole world just got WRECKED because of a nasty cold and again, suddenly you are there being celebrated as the chosen one to take down his brother. I talk about gourmet therapy for the Wizard, WHERE IS THE THERAPY FOR CYRUS FRIGGIN DRAKE, HUH? WHERE IS HIS GRIEF COUNCELLING???

It is always feeling bad for Cyrus Drake hours in this house and I need to find that fanfiction again where Cyrus is the only one to show The Wizard sympathy after Azteca because he is the only one at Ravenwood who had experience dealing with any sort of all consuming GRIEF.

[oldestenemy]

to breathe and to break

It’s been three months.

Duncan is still missing.

They are doing the rounds for their weekly check-in, and it falls at a moment when Professor Drake is not teaching. So, as had become somewhat custom, the wizard is sitting in the Myth tower with him, drinking tea and pretending to be more alright than they are—though less alright than they tend to let on with anyone else.

“I have been meaning to ask, I was sent word from King Goldenblade that you had collapsed in a dungeon below Northguard some months ago.” Cyrus does not let concern into his tone, it is even and measured, made not to scare them off. “Given that it arrived moments before you showed up to inquire about the laws of Kan Davasi, I decided it best not to inquire that day.”

He’s watching them carefully, the wizard knows he can see the way they’ve gone rigid and still. “One of Morganthe’s generals—a spider Magi, Archmagus Lorcan—was holed up in Nidavellir,” they reply, willing their voice blank and emotionless. “he lured me into some kind of memory chamber, and the Death students came after me from another side. I overextended myself in the battle and passed out, I was recovered by the time we came to see you.”

“Overextended yourself?” The raise of a single eyebrow, question implied but not really spoken.

The wizard sighs, setting their cup down into the saucer in their lap. “Just ask what you mean to, Professor.”

“I know you dislike talk of the war you fought against Morganthe and her army, but the skills you learned out of necessity were and continue to be a very dangerous balancing act.” He pauses briefly, and adds “Shadow magic is incredibly understudied and unknown, my faith in your abilities is not lacking, but I do wish you would learn to come to others when trouble beyond the normal arises.”

They close their eyes, breathing slow. “I couldn’t get to them.”

It’s quiet and broken.

Like an admission of guilt.

“I was in one dungeon, they were in another, Lorcan could—and likely would—have killed them given the chance.” Eyes open, brown exchanged for flat gold. “When I was in the Hive, Old Cob explained that Shadow is often used to bend and reshape reality—Morganthe used it on her soldiers to twist them, to make them stronger—I used it to draw a new dueling circle, just one, just a battle placement—so I could call up an Earthquake and break through to the other side of the wall.”

“And it worked?” There is concern now, but there is also curiosity, and that can be met and matched. Academic, disconnected, stay above the feelings and they won’t be swallowed whole.

“It worked. Blew a hole through into the other dungeon, I drew another placement into the duel that the others were already in—and it was stable, mostly, more than the first one because it was part of the circle itself.” And they stop, because continuing means talking about the aftermath. About how they don’t remember Shadow taking them over, or killing Lorcan, or the backlash slamming them into the cavern wall so hard that their friends had a horrible few moments of thinking they were dead. “I overextended myself, used too much Shadow magic without paying for it. There were…consequences.”

They can still see the little image they’d shown Penny to create, seen their form clawed and winged leap across the dimmed dueling ring and crash into Lorcan. Rip his carapace open and keep tearing until he dissolved into nothing.

They try not to think about Penny mentioning later that she had cleaned his blood—blue and mixing with the ink-dark Shadow—off their hands.

“I take it this is also how five of you were able to enter Darkmoor together.”

They nod, there is little point in hiding it now.

“As much as I appreciate the concern and care Acting Professor Ashthorn and Miss Dreadful exhibit for you—”

“—Don’t,” The wizard cuts in, rare that they talk over Cyrus, but in this instance it’s necessary. “don’t blame them for hiding it. Both of them—all four of them—saw what happened in Nidavellir, and it shook them. They’re not used to this mess like I am. You can’t blame them for not knowing what to say and what to hide.”

“You needed to be nearly carried upon return to nightside, am I to take it you overextended yourself in Darkmoor as well?” It’s a touch sharp, dancing on the edge of reprimand. A reminder that they are, at the end of the day, his responsibility.

“To a lesser degree,” they reply “I mitigated some of the backlash by using a weapon imbibed with Shadow from Khrysalis. But I was still knocked unconscious before the end of the final battle.” A pause, a consideration. If they tell Cyrus the full extent of why they are so hell bent on finding Duncan perhaps he will have some further insight. “Duncan copied the pattern I had been using to create extra battle placements in order to heal me, using the weapon I’d brought along. I don’t know how he was able to channel Shadow, and Malistaire had to siphon the extra away because it—it sticks to you when you overuse it. Seeps out and freezes your blood. And for someone untrained—Using it without payment is dangerous for me, and I had people teachingme. It could be disasterous for someone like Duncan, even if he can control it. It could consume him and—” their words stutter to a halt as they try not to let the last piece out.

It comes anyway.

“—and it would be my fault.”

There is a shame to these moments, a pain that comes with breaking down in front of Cyrus Drake, who has stood by and watched them run off to atrocity and tragedy and trained them to be his brother’s end. There is a deep rooted feeling that they should not be doing this to him. But also the sense that they would not rather do it to anyone else.

The rare moments of contact. A hand on shoulder. Or easing the teacup from their grip.

It’s often all they need in return.

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[gothiero]

Look at my professor yall im failing this semester 😭😭😭💀