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"Oh youāre absolutely right. Honesty is always the best policy, which is why I feel obligated to inform you that your wardrobe is as terrible as always."
Just wait until Elijah discovered hipsters. (Cyril was truly a man ahead of his time.)
"Thankfully now I am here, and maybe if you work really hard you might even one day be able to afford an ironing board.ā Doubtful though it was that Cyril would have any idea how to use it except as a bludgeoning device.
Some people just had no appreciation for orderliness.
The ex-conductor kept a blank face, trying to keep the eye-twitches to the bare minimum.Ā
A cigarette. A cigarette would be greatly appreciated. What did he do? What did he do to deserve this? Cyril surely has enough insufferable-asshole types in his life, or did he not fill the quota? Just his luck.
Whatever. It didn't matter.
"Oh dear oh no, Mr.Gabriel, don't say that! Even after I tried so hard to please you. I dressed up in my best dress for you, you know. You were always so cruel."
"I'm absolutely heartbroken."Ā
a rainy day of sorts [closed @ IT'S MARCO]
Luckily, Marco had checked up on the weather report for the week so he could prepare himself for whatever mother nature had in store for the city, and brought his favorite umbrella with him as he entered the quaint cafe down the street. Unsuspectingly, he hangs his umbrella on one of the hangers that they so conveniently have and goes to order his food and drink.
As he eats, he so foolishly trusts the staff to keep an eye out for any thieves wandering about and looks away for a few moments to speak to someone when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots someoneās grubby hands taking his dang umbrella and just walk out.Ā Heās shocked at this turn of events and quickly cuts his conversation shorts, running out into the rain and looking around for his not-hard-to-miss umbrella.
When he spots it, he sprints toward the thiefās direction and just barely manages to latch onto the otherās shoulder, drenched in rain as he makes his way under the cover. Practically out of breath, Marco looks up to barely make out the face of who the guy who DARED to take his umbrella from him, and when he catches a glimpse of his face, he can feel annoyance rising up from deep within him.
āOh, itās you! First you try to steal Muraku away from me, and now youāre trying to take my umbrella?! Canāt you just be satisfied with what you have and stop trying to take my stuff?!?!ā
Whoops.
He'd almost gotten out--close, but no cigar. The apparent owner of the umbrella had caught him, despite how swift he was. Now they were caught in a crowd, awkwardly standing in the way of passersby, It probably looked it was soley him blocking the way too--due to the lack of presence from this guy. Seriously. Cyril almost didn't hear him trying to catch up to him (emphasis on almost), which is pretty concerning considering how hard this guy is bitching right now. Christ.Ā
There are more than a few moments of silence between them after the owner of the umbrella takes a moment to breathe. It's now just the small chatter of those on the streets, pitter patter of the rain and this bozo's heavy breathing. Cyril stared, subconsciously tightening his grip on the others umbrella. He then put an arm around the angry looking boy, and motioned them out of the moving crowds way.
"Alright, let's relax now. You're getting so red, I'm afraid you'll faint. It'd be awfully inconvenient, in weather like this, you know?"
Now, there were many ways Cyril could handle this situation. He could push the guy on his back and take of with his umbrella, he could return the umbrella and go on with his day, or he could talk to him. Frankly, the day was already a huge bore, and something was telling him that this Ā bottle of anger compressed into a teenage adolescent could get much angrier.Ā That sounded like a show.
And we all know Cyril loves his fair share of entertainment.Ā
"Ok, first things first. Muka-who?"
ephemeralburstsĀ said:Ā burn
That's how it is in the real world.Ā
we might as well go out with a bang, yeah.
I refuse to engage in sexual intercourse with anyone with that hairstyle. Who even says that. Are we going to explode afterwards? Disgusting.Ā

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"That didnāt last very longā¦"
Iām sorry it ended so quickly, didnāt realize you were such a terrible boyfriend. You never think about my feelings and I totally knew you slept with Bridgette. I could cry, really. Heartbreaking. The relationship just wasnāt working out. I know youāre deeply in love with me, but thatās just how it is.Ā
im dripping wet
"You really should be more prepared for this sort of rainy weather, Marcy. Youāll catch a cold! Youāll die! Your family will all run to me for support and for the love you never offered themāplease donāt put me in that position."
SAY ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TO MY MUSE TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (Innuendo version)
Disclaimer: These are technically SFW, however as they are innuendos they can be interpreted however you want⦠have fun!
"Itās so big!"
"Are you sure itās going to fit?"
"Youāre being too rough."
"Iām not fragile, you donāt have to be so gentle."
"Wrong hole!"
"Iām dripping wet."
"Donāt get it in my hair."
"It wonāt stop squirting."
"Bend over."
"Iām never getting on my knees for you again."
"Youāre really hitting the spot."
"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!"
"Youāre going to break me."
"Are you sure two fingers is enough?"
"Take it."
"Is that it?"
"That didnāt last very longā¦"
"I didnāt know it would get that hard."
"Just put it in!"
"Right there."
"Who taught you how to aim?"
"Hit it really deep."
"We might as well go out with a bang."
"Whatās that pressing against my back?"
"I got it in my eye."
"Harder⦠no, faster."
"Missed you? Hmmā¦"
"Not really."
Did anyone ever miss one rat in an infestation?
"What about you? Have you missed employment?"
Much work to be doing, Cyril.
"Mr. Gabriel,Ā darling,Ā no need to suppress feelings. We're all about honesty, here."Ā
A bad day to not have a cigarette? He thought so.
"Oh, dearly so. Don't know how I've gotten on without it." Truly, he really missed wasting time on taking care of mission cancellations.Ā
a rainy day of sorts [closed @ marcus]
It was a boring day today. A boring rainy day, to make it even better. Cyril had barely escaped the rain by diving into a random cafe he hadn't caught the name of. It was fairly quaint, though the decor was nothing to marvel at. Those coloured tiles with that patterned wall paper? Disgusting. Truly revolting, if you asked him. But no one would--so he'd keep it to himself this time around.Ā
With a small frown, he took a seat by the window. To make this day even better, Cyril had left his wallet back at his current home, so all he could do was loiter. With that being a fact, he'd have to leave before any waiters caught eye of him--and of course that meant he had almost no time at all because, really, how couldn't you notice a vision of beauty like himself? And although he really could convince the owner to let him stay to avoid the rain (romantically or otherwise), the hitman really wasn't in the mood. The tacky decor mixed with the crowdedness of the cafe didn't set well with Cyril anyways, he'd rather get out sooner than later.Ā
So when he spotted a Ā pink polkadotted umbrella with a bear handle, he knew what he had to do. Sure, stealing an umbrella from a cafe? Horrible thing to do! Would probably ruin a guys day, Cyril would sure hate for that to happen to him! But it wasn't happening to him and he couldn't care less. Quickly, he grabbed the umbrella and headed out of the cafe without turning back.Ā
Hopefully the owner wouldn't miss their umbrella too much--he was sure the rain would stop soon.
Probably.

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Ā casualtheftĀ said:Ā CECIL
"Excuse me?"Ā
mrcyril started following you
"Oh Cyril."
You're fucking kidding.Ā
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Gabriel. Long time no see. Missed me?"
¬_¬ romantic advice bc this will end well right
"Youāve clearly gotten the right man for this job. Alright, well listen hereā"
"The first rule of getting anyone is to have an alluring aura. You literally have to emit waves that say "Iām attractive and great in bed". If you canāt do that, then youāre out of luck. This is more of a natural talent, so if you canāt do it I wonāt blame you."
"Secondly, you have to have a way with words. Swoop them off their feet, you know? Ah, this reminds me of the first time I had been sent to paris to kidnap some grimy politicianā"
(..but thatās a story you donāt want to hear)
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And will most likely smother you with affectionĀ

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wow! intros are happening again ok ill hop on these. i guess im probably due for another one anyways.Ā
hello!! my name is amie, im 15, and i roleplay cyril here on citta! i've been here for a while i guess, but im really bad at staying active;;;. exams are completely over, so im going to try and be more dedicated to this account--! i really want to get more involved and get more active threads going so !!Ā
um um...i did a lot of roleplaying post-citta too, and although i never actually dabbled in post-remake citta (i was too scared oh my gosh) i did a lot at other mfrps!! (zodiakos, cyber island, etc!)
i really love cyril a lot and im way too deep into tapv so please talk to me about it,, or just talk to me!! ive made a lot of good friends because of rp and i'd absolutely love to make more--my skype is amie.chwan, and i have an open twitter !! i also have a personal account! Ā
im kind of a big baby but pls be my friend !! if u ever wanna start a thread you can hit me up whenever!! ok yes thank uĀ
Red - don't touch my derriĆØre;
Upon seeing the taller man saunter into the cafĆ©, Enjolras did his best to keep the blatant disapproval off of his face. This proved to be an even more difficult challenge one Cyril got close enough for the chief to smell the putrid scent of alcohol on him. It wasnāt close to as strong as the near-constant fume of absinthe that wafted out of a certain drunkās, but the mere association made it hard for the blonde to not look at the other man in disdain.Ā
Maybe it was a little unreasonable of him considering that he did allow the cafĆ© to run as a bar at night. It wasnāt purely the act of drinking that Enjolras scorned, but the fact that people did it until they drove themselves into incoherency. The lack of inhibitions was another thing. The revolutionary had the tendency to shut out anything that could be a hindrance to his ability to work and alcohol was high up on the list.Ā
Enjolras staggered back as Cyril pressed against him, surprised by the sudden contact. He regained his composure quickly enough, his expression returning to marble, determined not to falter by the other manās actions again. He pointedly ignored the fact that Cyril still had his arms around his neck.
"Iām fine,ā the blonde began tersely, "I would, however, bid that you regain your sense of decency by sleeping yourself sober."
Cyril let out a bark of laughter at the blondes response. Everything about his expression, posture and just his general reaction gave off a feeling of discomfort. And It was hilarious. Enjolras quickly regained himself almost immediately after, as expected--but his face as Cyril stumbled on him...wasn't one to be forgotten. Small giggles continued to fall out of his own mouth. Cyril suspected he'd be enjoying every minute of this.Ā
He was a very talented actor, after all.
"Pfftt, nooooo, no no!" Cyril chuckled, arms wrapping a bit tighter. "I'm 100 percent sober, darlinnn'! Nothin' wrong with me here." He was slurring his words now. At this point, Cyrils' body was leaning heavily on Enjolras' as he stumbled, which was quite a sight considering their slight height difference. It was like dancing, but more drunk and messy. He tilted his head and looked right at his partner.
"I'm okie dokie."