#oc: cyrus mendoza

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First ever commission of my alt Warrior of Light Cpt. Cyrus Mendoza! He can't be bothered with cutscenes, but aim the man at a Garlean and watch 'im go! If lost, please return to Telxiope or Ondata (No Reward Applicable).

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Peach Wine Punishment (Snippet)

Minors Do Not Interact

Synopsis- As a pirate captain, Cyrus likes to think he wears the pants in the relationship.

And whenever he fucks up, Tillie is there to remind him who's boss.

(I only own Cyrus, posted with "Tillie's" permission.)

Warnings- Rope play, Crystal Handcuffs, Edging, Alcohol Mention.

Tags- Less explicit prologue, OCs, Switch vs Switch Dynamics, Elven Male, Catgirl, FFXIV setting.

Word Count- 800 words.

“This is peach ice wine” Tillie said slowly, spying the thin glass wine bottle, label long since scratched off. Convenient.

As Tillie took a sip of the peach wine and noticed the unmistakable gold flecks dancing within the liquid, her eyes widened with surprise. The distinctive trait of Garlean ice wine was impossible to miss, and it left her in a whirlwind of mixed emotions.

Captain Cyrus Mendoza was still occupied on the blue quilts of the bed. Shifting his hulking form to get comfortable sitting up, despite the flimsy ropes from their last round of lust starting to dig into his thick wrists anchored to the headboard above him.

As she waited for his response, Tillie took another sip of the wine, allowing the flavors to linger on her tongue. The taste was exquisite, the fruity notes complimented by the subtle hints of spice and the ever-present gold specks. But even the sweet nectar of her favored drink couldn't contain the nagging suspicion that started consuming her thoughts, sending a twitch of anxiety through her tail.

“And 'ere I thought it was brandy” Captain Mendoza deflected with a rumbling laugh. He rolled his shoulders, cracking the aching joints, and the taught ropes creaked under the strain. “Must be your lucky night”

“Garlean Ice Wine” Tillie turned on her toes to study his face. Her claws tapped against the thin goblet in a manner Cyrus thought much less threatening than she intended. He smirked at her, Tillie's attempts to be menacing always just made him want to press her back into the quilts even more. He could tell her patience was running low from her accusatory tone but he couldn't help but push her buttons just a bit more.

“Could be Ishgardian” He closed his eyes and shrugged in his bindings. He peeked through his lashes at Tillie to judge her reaction. “After all, Garlemald isn't the only vintner of ice wine you know.”

“'Ishgardian', my tan arse.” Telxiope snapped, feline ears flush against her hair. There was a fiery edge to her tone, a mix of frustration and a desire for honesty. After all, they had always prided themselves on their openness and transparency with one another. Tillie wouldn't tolerate half-truths or evasions, especially when it came to matters of their safety and the risks Cyrus was willing to take. Glass still in hand, she swiftly stomped over to the smirking elven bastard.

“Oh sweetheart, ease these up right now,” a grinning Cyrus jerked his head up towards the mass of knots securing his wrists, “an' I can show you how tanned that arse can get.”

Using her free hand to grab the mess of knots to steady herself, Telxiope swung her knee over his body to kneel over his hips. The swift motion dragged her shawl, her only covering, over his hot erection. The silk fabric pulling an aching hiss from the captain beneath her thighs. Crystal grew like frost under her hand over the knots, rapidly solidifying into a mass of quartz and rope.

“I don't think you're in the position to be giving orders, Mendoza” Telxiope snarked back, the claws of one hand tapped against the crystal-enforced bindings, as she placed the goblet on the bedside table. The combination of her steely tone and unshakable grin sent a ripple of anticipation down Cyrus' spine.

Her hands moved from the crystal formation that bound Cyrus's wrists, to his broad chest, teasingly tracing the contours of his muscular arms with her thin claws along the way. She loved having the ability to bring him pleasure or torment with just a touch. Her eyes never left his, filled with a mix of desire and mischief. Cyrus found himself captivated by the fierce determination in Telxiope's eyes, breath hitching in the captain's chest excitedly. He knew better than to underestimate her fiery nature.

She leaned in, her breath warm against his neck, her lips hovering just a hair's breadth away from his ear. Her voice dropped to a tantalizing whisper, carrying a blend of seduction and barely restrained red-hot frustration.

"I know the taste of Garlean wine, Cyrus, even if I couldn't see it in the golden flecks that dance within this glass," Telxiope breathed with that same steel edge to her tone. Her words punctuated by a fanged nip at his earlobe and the ting! of a sharp claw striking the goblet ringing low in the room.

"Now, my dear pirate, I suggest you start talking. Tell me the truth, and tell it now." A wicked smile curved Telxiope's lips as she heard his heart beat beat against his chest. Her hips subtly grinding against his in a tantalizing rhythm, pulling a tortured needy groan from the elven captain beneath her.

“Did you go after an Imperial ship, after I expressly forbid you from doing so?”

Will post more Cyrus and Tillie if I get permission.

[tenacious-scripturient]

1, 8 and 20 for the writeblr ask game? :)

WHOA THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE ASKING THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! these were really fun questions! hope you’re having a wonderful day, sophie :D

1. Which OCs names do you like the most?

in The Eternity’s Magic, it’s gotta be Caelym. i didn’t spend a super long time thinking of it (i realized too late that it’s not a super unique name) but i just love the sound of it! it also means sky, which i love.

aside from that… Cyrus is one of my favourite names. ever. he’s the protagonist of Atomic, but despite his cool name, he’s timid and nerdy. i love him tho :3

8. What is your process for picking names for your OCs?

tbh, it’s kind of random. usually i create names using different words from other languages, specifically in fantasy, but sometimes i’m just like “screw it” and i choose i name i like a lot. oscar is one of them!

20. Which of your OCs are you personally attracted to? (We all know this happens even if we try to deny it)

that is absolutely true

WYATT!! my sunshine boy! i love him, i would date him if i could, i adore him. but everyone and their uncle’s dog knows how much i love him, so let’s choose someone else?

Alphonso Mendoza, better known as Alon, is a masterpiece. you know the dumbass with a heart of gold character? yeah, that’s him. and he’s queer. and he’s really adorable and clumsy. and i love him. ‘nuff said.

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One day I will finish Cyrus' version of 'Over The Hills And Far Away'. Love my pining pirate bastard WoL.

Art by the talented dcsiremc, check out her commissions here!

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I didn't know that if you open a special item right before going into GPose, that your char will still do the emote. That's pretty cool!

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Captain, it's been far too long

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"What am I to do with you, Cyrus?" "Keep me, I hope"

Cyrus and Telxiope (Cyrus, Peach Wine Punishment)

(picrew here!) saw this post and thought it was cute

[dizazter-dragoon]

My oc Cyrus simps So Hard for the local retired-warrior-turned-barmaid (and her adopted daughter) it's not even funny.

Half of the shit my friend and I write for them is simply

"Local Privateer deeply smitten with tavern bard".

Just,,,Beelining to their inn the moment his boots hit the first solid ground he's seen in weeks. Swiftly reaching behind the counter, past the busy Keeper, to snag his room key.

The moment he's in the baths, he's scrubbing his tan and scarred body free of the odor of blood, stale grog, and old fish. Working the oil, soot and assorted grime out out of his long blue hair with a citrus alchemical soap he "acquired" on his trip. Weaving the thick, still drying, tresses into the braid he knows they love.

Stretching out on the balcony in his new britches and bare chest. Just letting the sea air and sun dry him off as he watches his barmaid's kid run around in the sand far below. A tin of treats for the mischievous sprout sitting on his room's table waiting to be torn through tomorrow.

As soon as he's presentable, he's zooming over to the Inn's bar area. Steps out of his inn room looking like a lesser lord in his vibrant doublet and newly shined leather. Fitting, considering who the prior owners of Cyrus' intricate new tunic are were.

His crew doesn't even acknowledge their superior as he strolls by their table- no point when Captain Cyrus' attention is singularly focused on one thing the first night of every shore leave.

Orange gaze fixed on the stage area, he plops into the seat of a table up front of the stage of the nearly full tavern. Propping up his feet on the table, he tries to feign an air of nonchalance, looking every bit a prince of piracy as he searches for any hint of his lovely bardic performer behind the curtain.

Just...the lengths this man goes to for them, and the amount of effort he puts into trying to act nonchalant about it is hilarious.