Aesthetic: Ships
Artist: Jack Sparrow
Tag: Archived
Sylum Advent 2018: December 4th
Summary: Nico gets a visit from the Council
Author’s Note: This is a series of stories showcasing the after affect of The Russian Spy. They range between Halloween to New Years Eve – hence Hallow Thanksmas Eve.
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Sylum Advent 2018: December 2nd
Summary: As one of the keepers of Nico’s secrets, Queen has a few thoughts for her Clan Leader when she finds out about the betrayers of her Clan.
“When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves…sometimes even physically.” ― Raquel Cepeda
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Sylum Advent 2018: December 1st
Welcome to Sylum Advent 2018!
A few things you should know for this years Advent: All stories and art will be under a readmore link! There maybe days with multiple posts. There are a lot of smaller Timestamp fics this year that fill in gaps between larger stories. Please leave feedback!
Summary: Warrick was making sure Nico took care of himself – napz included.
Author’s Note: This is a series of stories showcasing the after affect of The Russian Spy. They range between Halloween to New Years Eve – hence Hallow Thanksmas Eve.
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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.
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 – 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
