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DEVILSERPENT: 

There’s never really a rulebook on how to wish a happy birthday to a person who’s lived nine lives in one, but here goes. Cyrek, you’re one hell of a puzzle. When we started, it was like trying to defuse a bomb that could laugh — a lot of cursing, a ton of shouting, and wondering if we’d lose a hand. But hell, what a ride it’s been. Reflecting on where we started — a chaos of arguments and clash of wills — it’s almost surreal to see where we are now. Back then, I was more a walking weapon than a person, a life more of commands and missions than choices and freedom. You changed that. You didn’t just crash into my life; you blew the damn doors off. You saved me from a life where I was nothing more than a tool, a puppet. With you, I found a life where I could be more, where I could be me, even if it’s a version that scares the hell out of some. You gave me freedom, a voice, and a choice. Without you, I’d still be that puppet, a shadow of someone else’s making. You broke those strings, brought me out of that darkness, and showed me what real freedom and real life could be. 

And as a father? You’re not the kind they write about in parenting books, and thank the bloody fuck for that. You’re the dad who’s showing our kids how to be fiercely themselves. You’ve got a past, we both do, but you’re showing them — and me — every day that it doesn’t define us. You teach them to stand tall, to face the world with all its bullshit, and to never back down. You’re the dad they need, the one who understands struggle, survival, and strength. Married life with you has been a rollercoaster, and it was the best fucking decision I had ever made. One I’d line up for again and again. Despite the turbulence, the ups and downs, I’d say “I do” every damn time. You’ve been my partner in crime, my fellow warrior in this messed-up world. You’re the one constant in my ever-changing universe, and damn, I’m lucky to have you. The Bastards are bloody lucky to have you keeping them and their shite’s together, no matter what your brain tells you, you’ve done a lot of shite that helped a lot of people. Wounded as you might be by the unfairness that I still fucking wish I could mend, you are a savior. To say that I’m also proud would be an understatement. 

Happy birthday, Cyrek. You mean to me more than anything that has ever existed in my life. Know that without you I’d be so damn buried in shite I would never crawl myself out of. Heck, I don’t think I’d even be here still, at all. I want more years with you. More birthdays, more screaming, and more fucking in places we shouldn’t. More importantly, more of your heart, as I want to cradle it forever and breathe life to it as much as you breathe mine. I love you. Endlessly. Through storms and beyond. 

ps: Packing your presents ;)

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