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Reminder: Ode to Advent Giveaway


REMINDER

During Advent we did a small Giveaway!  Except only one person replied!! Note: we will be contacting that person about their special gift from Sylum Vault.

The only problem is the Challenge wasn’t completed.

So we’re putting it out there one more time!  *gives everyone a look*

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In 2017 we showcased ‘Ode to Advent’ in honor of ‘7 Characters in 7 Weeks’

Yeah well then it exploded into McFassi Fortnight.

And now … the challenge!

The first person who can name ‘The Original Seven’ with added Eighth (from the poem) AND the rest of the bastards showcased during McFassi Fortnight! Old and Young.  Will receive an original McFassi Sylum Card.

PS: Not sure where to find the info … try the Wiki and Archive.

(make sure to reply  to this post only with your answers)

McFassy Fortnight: Information & Poll


And you thought we were done!

From you can see from the vast amount of Posts!! We have a huge storyline developed for these characters.  This had started off as just a few characters, and suddenly became a Dynasty with it’s own Nexus.

On that note – I thought I would toss out some interesting figures we’ve collected while prepping for McFassii Fortnight.

Michael Fassbender Characters – 16

James McAvoy Characters – 10

Sir Patrick Stewart Characters – 4

Sir Ian McKellen Characters – 4

Chris Pratt Characters – 3

George Eads Characters – 2

Jim Caviezel Characters – 2

Jeffry Dean Morgan

Michael Emerson

Pierfrancesco Favino (Bastard had to get in there somewhere)

Imogen Poots

They are their own Nexus, but has ties to other Nexuses within Sylum.  So it may seem random, but  …

Nothing is True – Everything is Connected.

Now that you’ve survived McFassy Fortnight, go back and rewatch the video! It will make more sense now 🙂

One last thing … we posted a lot of snippets.  Some small teasers, other’s beginnings of major stories, and a few hot sexy moments.

For Advent we’ll put out the next segment for 2 of 5 storylines we showcased.  Vote for 2 from the list of 5 below.

 

 

McFassy Fortnight: Wrap Up


Thank you for participating in McFassy Fortnight.

Believe it or not there is a method to the madness, and a reason for everything we do in Sylum.  So yes, all these characters – this Family Dynasty – is all connected.  As their stories start to be showcased and developed, you’ll start to see all the inter-workings.

We hope you enjoyed the glimpse of these characters, despite all the postings!!

Please leave any last thoughts, questions, or comments.  There was a lot of information these past two weeks!

Next up:  Sylum Advent

 

McFassy Fortnight: Teaser #3


Teaser Aesthetic #3


As a Jedi Knight, he was required to be as well versed as possible in the rituals and customs of places to which was was sent on diplomatic mission.  It was mostly simple and straight forward, and there were times when he could clearly see the patterns in how belief systems and convictions worked their way into the consciousness of different peoples through different channels and different means.  It would make for a fascinating study one day if he was ever sidelined into becoming and administrator or a teacher.

Not that he wanted such a role.

There was far too much else to learn, for him to settle down and live quietly.

Besides, he rather enjoyed the challenges of being a diplomat.

It wasn’t always boring meetings and politely misinterpreted commentary.  Sometimes there was Lightsabers and actual battles to be waged.

Read more“McFassy Fortnight: Teaser #3”

McFassy Fortnight: Teaser #2


Teaser #2 Aesthetic


Jean Luc Picard stared at the person in front of them, wondering if he missed something in the briefing.  He glanced at his second, trying not to snicker at Riker trying his hardest not to react.

“You’re late.” Riker pointed out, inwardly cringing at the accusation, he just had no idea what else to say.  They had been at the Grey Heaven’s docks for an hour.

He was ignoring Picard’s side-eye, and the snickering he could hear from at least two of the crew members behind him.

“Wizards are never late, nor are we early.  We arrive precisely when we are meant to.”

“Are you kidding me?”  Riker shut his mouth in horror of what just came out of it.  “I apologize, I didn’t quite get your name.”

“Gandalf.”

“Seriously?”

Picard glared at his second, then turned towards the wizard.  And that was the thing, he was standing in front of a bonafide wizard.  Not that it should be that shocking, he had actually met Dresdon once, add in his own family line that tied into Mutants, and Charles Xavier – seeing a wizard or an alien isn’t shocking.

It was the fact it was Gandalf the Grey.

As if he just stepped into the Lord of the Rings book.

Which considering the fact he knows Aragorn and Boromir – it still shouldn’t be shocking, but somehow this just seemed weirder than usual.

“Gandalf, I’m Captain Picard and we’ve been sent by the Federation, with cooperation from the Jedi Council to check on you and the inhabitants, as the Separatists have been moving through this territory and according to our briefing, this planet requests to be mostly left alone.”

“I had received reports from Yoda about this Separatist movement, but so far they have not shown themselves here, and if Dooku wants to try … well I kicked his ass when we were in classes.”  Gandalf leaned against his staff.

“Wait your a Jedi?”  Riker was now completely confused.

“Yes.  How do you think I pull of the ‘Wizard’ part of this job.  This planet is well protected, once they got rid of the …”

“One Ring?” He asked before he could stop himself.  

“Yes.”  Gandalf was giving Riker an odd look.  “The people of Middle Earth came together, Hobbits, Dwarves, Elves, and Man to dump the Ring into the fires of Modor.  I’m not sure if it was destroyed, but the Goa’uld was not coming through it anymore that was for sure.”

“The one ring is a Stargate?”  Riker couldn’t help the smile. “That’s amazing…”

Gandalf looked at Picard.  “What is with him?”

“We have a book series, called The Lord of the Rings back on Earth – it’s the story of Frodo Baggins taking the One Ring to Modor to be destroyed, except it was an actual ring.”

“I could see that, considering how many of those were stolen from their homes.  Then must know, from that moment on there has always a Frodo Baggins, Aragorn, and Gandalf … which at this moment in time is me.”

“You weren’t born Gandalf?”  Picard asked.

“Heaven’s no.  I fit the part, and accepted the role.  This is more my retirement. It’s usually very quiet only times when the Dragon acts up, or the Elves and Dwarves poke at each other.  But if these Separatists think they can come here to cause havoc. The people of this world will unite and fight back.”

“Would you show us around?”  Picard asked, shocking Riker.  “We can change if need be.”

“Sure.  You can play the role of Rangers.”  He grinned waving his staff, motioning for them to follow.

“Sir…” Riker stepped closer to him, voice quiet.

“Tell the men we’ll be staying for a while.”  Picard informed him. “It will just be you and me.”

“What is going on?”

“What’s going on is, I just found my Mate, and he’s a wizard.”

 

McFassy Fortnight: Teaser #1


And you thought we were done *cackles*

TwoThree extra posts of sneak peeks into upcoming characters and storyline!


Teaser #1 Aesthetic


It was a dark and stormy night.

Literally.

In the years since the war began, a great number of Souls had come to the Monastery on the Cliff, seeking a way out of the country, seeking food, seeking shelter, seeking safety.  So Brother David wasn’t entirely sure how many exactly, nor was he entirely sure how they kept finding his tiny community of Benedictines who’d hidden themselves away from the rest of the world by clinging tenaciously to the rocks between Heaven and the raging seas on the very edge of the Welsh Coast.

But still they came.

Sooner or later.

For a few it was their only hope, their only refuge before fleeing across the water to Ireland.  From there they would make for Spain, Portugal, or even Canada.

Boats could come in only when the weather allowed, and even then it took a special degree of skill and equal parts insanity to actually try landing on the little strip of beach that served as an impromptu quayside when the tide was out.

But come they did.

Men of the sea, willing to risk everything to save the desperate – Norðmaðr and Heath, James Harrison, Randolph and Beauregard, Drake, Yeo, and Samuel Axe.

There was an entire network of Vampires in various countries, all helping relocate people fleeing the terrors.  And Brother David was more than happy to play a small part in it, securely advantaged by a place as remote as could ever be imagined.

That anyone should randomly stumble upon them, leant itself more to the work of God’s Hands than a fluke of mathematical probability, so when he slid open the little viewing hatch in the ancient wooden door to which he’d been summoned by no more than a single pull of the bell – that itself could barely be heard over the storm – he said a silent prayer for whoever, or whatever he was about to find on his doorstep.

Rain hurled its fury in his face even through that tiny panel as he peered into the night, not altogether ready to accept that anyone was out there at all, let alone some kind of threat come against himself, or his Mate, or his Brothers.

But caution was always required.

They were living in a dangerous time, where trust was a rare commodity.

At first he could see nothing, despite the Vampire senses he possessed, stretching out into the darkness.

In fact, he was about to believe the bell had been rung a particularly fierce gust of wind, when his ears picked up on the faint trace of a heartbeat.

He thought it was an animal, caught unawares in the maelstrom, but there was a distinct cough that sounded like no wild creature in his experience.

Besides, foxes might bark like a man with bronchitis, but they certainly didn’t reach up to pull bell ropes.

Satisfied, he closed the hatch, stepped back, and opened the door more fully, tugging at the big old bolts with forceful determination.

And as the night swept in to greet him, the sky split with as powerful a crack of lightning as he had ever known in his almost 50 years before Turning.

A deep, guttural growl of thunder accompanied the flash, as though bringing grave portent for the future.

And a small form in a dark coat with a hood over his features, quite literally fell into his arms, losing consciousness even as he reached for the salvation he was being offered.

Brother David had no idea who he might be, but the rush of surprise through his Bond with Cayden, brought his Mate to his side a moment later.

Brother Porter hastened to shut the abandoned door, yet the floor was already wet.

“What happened?”  Cayden had brought more light with him, and the flickering of the bare candles in the lantern he was holding, only added to the sense of Medieval drama unfolding.

They’d lost power a couple of hours before, and the emergency generator was too water logged to even kick over, so they’d been stuck in the dark with a few torches and some beeswax candles for company.

“He’s sick.”  Brother David could sense it easily.  “Sounds like pneumonia.”  He’d heard it in the boy’s lungs before he’d even pulled the rain soaked hood off him.  “Fetch blankets.  Get anything warm and dry.  Towels.  Clothes.”  He started issuing orders to his colleagues who had naturally come to see what was amiss, and they ran to do as he instructed, without needing further incentive.

Cayden bent to his Mate’s side, and the two of them stared at the pale, yet strangely elegant features of the young man who had fallen into their lives from apparently nowhere.

They both felt a pull toward him that was strong, and undeniable.

Their Bond confirmed it.

“Good Lord…” David whispered.  “Oh, Good Lord!”

“Let’s get him off the floor.  I can help you,” Cayden said firmly, reaching on reflex for the discarded mobile phone that had dropped into a puddle.

It was a small, slimline, old-fashioned flip phone that felt more like a child’s plastic toy than an actual electronic device.

“Is this his?” he asked.

“Probably,” David answered, gathering his wits about himself as he stood up, finding the boy in his arms weighed far less than anticipated.  “Does it work?”

The little gadget was as sopping wet and dripping as its owner.

“If I can dry it out.  It might tell us who this kid is, and how he came here.”  Cayden shook the phone, frowning as it made a sloshing sound inside.

“Maybe it led him here.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, now would it?”

McFassy Fortnight: Teaser – Duncan/Macbeth/Leto II


It was an old song, written millennia ago for Saint Alia of the Knife, famed Aunt to Leto II, and sister to Maud’dib.

The people had sung it in their market places, and at great celebrations in her honor.

Inama nushif
Al asir hiy ayish

She is eternal
No malice can touch

Duncan had read about her in the Archives left to his care at Dar-Es-Balat by the God Emperor himself in those final days before His Division in the desert.

He’d read about a lot of things that might otherwise have been left to the sands, and was made the wiser in so doing, for he knew more of the history and legacy of Arrakis than any other living Soul by the time of Leto’s re-emergence from the deep Sareer.

And that knowledge made him as dangerous as he was clever.

The last of a long line of men who bore the name Idaho, Duncan had become the most respected advisor in the Court of the Divided One.

It was a name that rather amused him, considering what had happened so very recently to actually unite him that much closer to those who were already his lovers.

Through their Bond, he could sense contentment and peace.

Which he took to be a blessing.

Such moment were all often few and far between.

When he found them, they took his breath away.

Their private wing of the renovated Fortress Citadel, was blissfully quiet.

He could feel the air being stirred by fan blades in the ceiling that mimicked the warm breeze which blew endless across the high walls of the Fortress defenses.

It was likely to be a beautiful evening, as recent storms had cleared the sky, the day’s business was concluded, and there were no official functions to attend for at least the next two days.

Someone outside was singing that old song, it’s music floating in from the Square, but the words had been changed to reflect not the tyrant Alia, but the return of her nephew, the God Emperor, Leto II.

Inam nushif
Al asir hiy ayish

He is eternal
No malice can touch

Lia-anni
Zaratha zarati

Singular and ageless
Perpetually bound

Hatt al-hudad
Al-maahn al-baiid

Ay-yah idare
Adamm malum

Through the tempest
Be it deluge or sand

A singular voice
Speaks through the torrent

Duncan paused, pulling back the Spice Fiber drapes across the archway that led to the bedroom.

Their space had been decorated as a fusion of Fremen and Arrakian styles, in a manner that felt comfortable to all three of them.

Familiar and secure.

The bed lay over under the windows in the light of the setting sun that was fading over the last remaining acres of the Forbidden Forest.

Arrakis was also re-emerging from the past, becoming again the Dune of old, transformed once more by the Sandworms into the great desert it was always meant to be.

No other illumination was necessary to show him everything he need see, and as he put his books down on the table to his right, just inside the room, so he smiled warmly, for there upon the softest white sheets were his Mates, wrapped naked in each other’s arms.

Leto always seemed so very small and fragile when compared to his Fremen Naib, who had for decades held together the last remaining true Sietch at Jacurutu with nothing but a Crysknife and sheer bloody minded tenacity.

Lia-anni
Zaratha zarati

Singular and ageless
Perpetually bound

Indeed they were.

Separate journeys finally intertwined.

Or at least that was how Duncan had reasoned it until Leto patiently explained to him that everything was connected, woven together as a great fabric whose strands touched others in an endless, seamless whole.

It was a considerable burden for one who looked so youthful and innocent, to be so wise and ancient.

A dichotomy between truth and perception, knowledge and expectation.

The famous God Emperor of Dune was no more than a small slip of a boy now to the unknowing eye.

He lay on his back, fast asleep, and seeming all the more vulnerable for so tranquil a pause.

His head, a perfect fit to his Naib’s broad right shoulder, was crowned with tousled dark red hair, through which Macbeth ran his fingers, slowly and gently.

Soothing.

Calming.

It was their way whenever Leto dreamt of the sands, of being once more Shai-Hulud, moving deep beneath the desert’s surface, building the future.

Such dreams were not distress, but instead the painful longing for an existence no other Soul could ever properly fathom.

Inam nushif al a sadarr
Eann zaratha zarati

Forever his voice sings
Through the ages eternally bound

Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt
Al hudad aiman dali

Sacrifice is his gift
One that cannot be equalled

Macbeth slid his left arm around Leto’s abdomen, drawing him closer, their bodies moving sensuously against each other.

The sheets barely covered them, and the Naib’s arousal was more than obvious as he kissed his Emperor’s forehead with tender concern.

Duncan could only wonder at how Macbeth normally seemed so very fierce, so very harsh, angular and sharp edged, carved by the desert winds and remorseless sun.  He was ruthless, vicious, unwavering in the defense of both his people and his lovers. But lying there with no other concern save the immediate comfort of Leto’s presence, it appeared as though he somehow softened, his edges smoothing out to lift the burdens from his Soul.

At least for a while.

His shimmering blue, half-lidded glance in Duncan’s direction was a promise of passion that could not denied.

Inam nushif
Al asir hiy ayish

He is eternal
No malice can touch

Lia-anni
Zaratha zarati

Singular and ageless
Perpetually bound

Duncan undid his shirt and let it drift to the floor.

They were indeed perpetually bound.

Bonded.

Forever.

Part of that endless fabric.

As vital as the Spice that was once again flowing from Dune.

As necessary to the universe as life itself.

Eann zaratha zarati

Through the ages eternally bound


McFassy Fortnight: Teaser – Robert & Nicholas


Professor Vogelmann finished up his lecture on Roman History, giving out the writing assignments, and reminded the class of the test next week.  The students moans and whines, fell on deaf ears.

“You’re lack of planning doesn’t constitute empathy from me.”  He gave them all look. “We got two review sessions next week, so take a breath.”

“Professor, will it just be on Roman, or all of Antiquity?”  One of the students asked, as others started packing their bags.

“It will focus on Greek, leading into early Roman history.  Next segment we’ll focus on the expansion of the Roman Empire.  Pack up, have a good weekend, and see you Monday.” He closed his own books, and put them into his dark leather satchel, listening as the kids moved around and headed towards the exits.

“Have a good weekend, Professor.”  One of the kids yelled out as they headed out, dodging a younger man who stepped into the room.

Nicholas smiled when he saw Robbie at the back of the lecture hall.  He had one of the oldest around, still looked as if he was teaching history in the 1800’s.  The building was the last on the renovation schedule, it would be at least another five years before he got an updated classroom.

As the last of the kids left, he could hear a few of them asking who the hot guy was.  ‘It’s his husband.’ ‘Professor Vogelmann is gay?’ ‘Yeah who cares.’ ‘But…’ ‘Stop being an asshole.  His husband is hot, my god just to see those two making out would be …’

He tuned them out and focused on his Mate.  “When did you get back?”

“Got in this morning, I’m not sure what time it is let alone day!”  Robbie had been on a world tour for his latest book, he lost track of cities, conventions and book readings.  It was good to be home, and had no intention of leaving their bed for days.

He seductively walked down the last few steps, making his way to his Mate, who looked exceptionally hot in his suit and black robes.  He leaned against the front school desk, smiling coyly. “I’m sorry I missed class Professor. I’m sure I can make it up to you.”

Nicholas gave his Mate a look, ignoring the fact he was half hard already.  Robbie could get him off with just the filthy words coming out of his mouth, let alone wrapping those red lips around his dick.

“You’ve been gone half the semester.”  He folded his arms across his chest, looking very stern.

“Family emergency, my nana was very sick.”  He pouted, sighing dramatically.

“And you were a good boy by taking care of her.”  

“I’m sure I can take care of you.”  Robbie moved closer to the podium, and long table that still held some of Nicholas’ class papers.  “Whatever you need, Professor. I’m good for it.” He licked his lips seductively.

“I needed you in class, to do you work.”  He tried to keep the want out of his voice be he knew it was slipping.

“I’m sure I could do some extra credit.”  Robbie moved around the table. “I’m really good at taking directions, all you need to tell me what to do Professor.”  

“You think this seductive act is going to get you a passing grade?”  Nicholas watched his Mate stalk closer.

“I know I’ve been a bad boy,  you could bend over your desk for a spanking.  Then fill me up with your hard thick cock. Drilling me until I scream, filling me up.”  

Nicholas closed his eyes, imagining that very scenario.  “And if want you to beg.”

Robbie dropped to his knees, mouth slightly open.  “Did I mention I have no gag reflex, you can fuck my throat raw, making me swallow everything.”

“There are times I hate you.”  He threw out his sense, making sure no one was in the area.  “Unzip my pants.”

“Thank you Professor.”  He crawled closer, until he was inches away from the large bulge, filling the tailored suit pants.  With a shy smile, he unzipped the pants, and pulled out the thick cock. “So big, I can’t wait to taste it.”

Nicholas groaned at the sight of those lips wrapped around the head of his cock, with Robbie’s blue eyes staring up at him intently.  There was a reason his erotica books sold mainstream. His Mate had a way with words, the amount of times he got off just reading the rough drafts was embarrassing.

But for Nicholas the very fact he was the one who got to taste those lips, feel his hands roam across his body, and slide into his tight heat, made it all so much more erotic.

He reached down, gripping the long locks as he fucked into that filthy mouth, enjoying the moans pulled from his Mate’s throat.  He wasn’t going to last, and they both knew it – they had been apart for too long. In mere moments he was coming down Robbie’s throat, breathing out his release out, controlling the need to scream his name.

Robbie wiped his mouth with the back of his hands and stood back up, giving Nicholas a smile.  “God I’ve been thinking about that for days.” He leaned forward kissing him, hot and passionate, letting him taste his own essence.  “Was that good Professor.”

“I think you might need to retake your test.”  Nicholas grinned as he pulled him closer, kissing him again. “Welcome home, Robbie.”

“It’s good to be back, my dear Nicholas.”  He laid his head on his Mate’s shoulder, just enjoying being in his company.

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