Sylum Aesthetic: Nicolaus’ Past Lives
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We’ve talked about one in depth, and hinted at two others.
You think you can figure out Nico’s 5 Past Lives?
Category: Sylum Aesthetics
Throwback Thursday: Sylum Aesthetics
Last year started on developing Aesthetics for Sylum.
Starting with one for the Full Universe.
Check out the ones we’ve done over the past year by going to the Sylum Aesthetic Page.
Sylum Pirate Aesthetics: Captain Jack Sparrow
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(Aesthetic created by Captain Jack Sparrow)
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Jack stared at the cloth that had the key drawn on it. The lengths he went through to get this small piece of information was enough to make him want to get drunk.
Wait.
He was already drunk.
He had to be, to be able to lie in a coffin for hours on end.
Talk about life imitating art.
Or was that dead imitating life.
Now that he had the cloth all he had to do was find the actual key, and what it opened.
He tossed the cloth onto his desk, grabbed his compass and opened it once again. He closed his eyes and wished for his deepest desire. A smile appeared on his face when an image of Will asleep on their bed came to mind.
The compass pointed directly at his bed.
He growled and tossed it back onto his desk.
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Sylum Pirate Aesthetic: First Mate Joshamee Gibbs
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“What have you done?!” Gibbs yelled, staring in shock and horror.
“I’m doing what needs to be done! I’m saving us all.” Elizabeth reached down to drag Will away, calling to Gibbs to help her.
Shaking himself out of shock, he pulled his gun, aiming it directly at her. Joshamee Gibbs will not see his Captain betrayed again.
“No!” Jack called out to him.
“Captain!” He didn’t lower his weapon. “I can’t leave you.” Gibbs shook his head, not wanting to think about the consequence.
The pirate’s tone was sober and serious. “Joshamee, save me Will. Get him out of here.”
“If you die…”
“Luv’?” Jack stretched his arms out, giving him a cocky grin. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”
The old seaman lowered his weapon, grabbed Will hefting him over his shoulder, and climbed down into the boat. He laid the unconscious man gently down, Ragetti covered him up with a blanket.
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Sylum Pirate Aesthetic: Master at Arms Samuel Axe
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Edward Kenway stood in front of him.
Jack Sparrow, smoothed down his coat, fixed the ruffles on his sleeve, settled into a relaxed stance. “How can I help you?”
Kenway laughed, his voice booming across the docks. “I’ve always liked you Sparrow.”
“This is good.” He looked around, noticing Gibbs holding Miss Swann back, and it would seem that Jackdaw’s Master Axe was keeping guard. That man had too many knives, and liked to stab things, savy. “You’re not going to kill me, ’cause…”
“Already dead luv, yes I know.” He glanced down the dock. “Killing her isn’t your best option.”
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Sylum Pirate Aesthetic: Captain Edward Kenway
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He shouldn’t have been surprised that the merchant ship had been attacked by Pirates. The fact it was attacked by the Jackdaw was either heaven or hell sent. He was the last man standing on the deck, having taken at least three of the Jackdaw’s crew, before coming face to face with Captain Kenway.
‘We meet again Turner.’
He barely could see the man’s face from under his hood, but Will didn’t give ground. ‘I need to find the Black Pearl. You sail these waters, have you seen her?’
‘I was wondering what you were doing so far away from Sparrow.’ Kenway sheathed his sword, then snapped his fingers. ‘Grab the goods and get back on board. Master Axe burn out the hull, sink her to the ocean floor. If any soul is left on board, Davy Jones can have them.’
‘Speaking of…’
Kenway looked over his shoulder. ‘Get on board Mister Turner, unless you want to meet Davy earlier than you expected.’
Will easily made the jump from the doomed ship to the Jackdaw. He stood on the expansive ship, awed at it size.
‘Welcome to the kingdom of Jackdaw.’ Kenway motioned for him to follow.
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Sylum Pirate Aesthetic: Quartermaster James Brass
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Warrick looked out over the deck to see Brass ordering the crew to tighten the sails. If they were to head for the more remote islands they would need to catch all the wind they could. Thomas was setting quietly working on cleaning some of Nick’s leather gear. He was the only Pirate in the Caribbean that had an English Butler on staff, well one that only worked for his Mate, but still if he was being generous he would help Warrick, after the kids and Brass.
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Sylum Pirate Aesthetic: Captain Warrick Calhoun
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“Well my dear Will, what better way to find a pirate, than a Pirate Hunter.” Tia looked over to the far corner.
There were heavy boots on the stairs, a part of him was expecting to see Barbossa, but instead it was a tall black man. His hair was long, layered in dreads and pulled back to lay down his back. The leather boots went up to his knees, while the dark blue coat touched his thighs. He was a stylish and flamboyant as Sparrow, but Will knew this Pirate was a hell of a lot more deadly. He leaned against the stair well, thumb cupped into his belt, where there was at least one gun and cutlass attached.
“Warrick Calhoun.” Will smiled, laughing lightly. “Jack told me about you.”
“All good.”
“Called you a thieving bastard.”
Warrick laughed, it was loud startling in such a small place. “Tell me young Turner, what are you willing to do to find your Mate?”
“I would die to be with him or kill to save him.” He answered honestly.
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Welcome to Pirate Appreciation Day
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Welcome to Pirate Appreciation Day!
Today is actually International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Ya Mateys!
So it’s only fitting we showcase Sylum Universe’s Pirates – we’ll be posting every hour on the hour throughout the day!! The Pirate Aesthetics will have sneak peeks of the updated Pirate Series.
As we do have a lot more pirates than we ever anticipated. Though we do have ‘Disney’ style Pirates through Jack Sparrow, we also showcase the historical reality of Pirates.
Basically the good, the bad, and the ugly of how they lived.
But enough of that …
Raise the canvas ye old sea dogs, grab a pint of rum, and sit back and let us tell you a tale.
A tale of Pirates.
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Special Thanks to Taibhrigh for the great Pirate Appreciation Banner.
A secondary Thanks to Captain Sparrow for help with the Aesthetics.
Sylum Aesthetic: Ernesto Olivetti
Sylum Aesthetics: Ernesto Olivetti
Ernesto sighed, “His Holiness is behind me, isn’t he?”
They all nodded.
“You are so fired.” He turned around and smiled gracious at Pope Pius XVII. “Good morning, Your Holiness.”
“Ernesto, have we not talked about threatening the troops?” His reprimand apparently came with a small grin.
“Well they are all in trouble now for not warning me.” Olivetti sipped his coffee nonchalantly. “And I’m buying you a bell for Christmas and adding it to your collar. The sneaky thing is freaking me out.”
“I wanted to come down and see how you were doing before the start of Advent.” He raised his hand and blessed the Guards as he made his way further into the Security Area.
“I’m good,” Ernesto assured him with complete honesty.
Pius smiled softly. “Praise God!” That was when the pastries caught his attention. “Is that paczek by any chance?”
Sylum Aesthetic: Andrew Kiernan & Ernesto Olivetti
Sylum Aesthetic: Kiernan & Olivetti
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With all due decorum, they made as dignified an exit as possible, neither Vampire saying a word until they were safely in the Inspector’s own rooms. The moment the door closed behind them however, they simply stared at each other, needing to speak but not finding the right way to begin.
Kiernan reached up and cupped his friend’s cheek. “I…”
But suddenly everything was perfectly clear. It had been from the moment Ernesto saw a gun to Kiernan’s head. “Tell me I’m wrong…” he whispered.
“You’re not.” Reaching up still further to lace his fingers through that cold, wet hair he pulled Ernesto’s head down, kissing him hard, putting all the pent up emotions of those last few months into that one singular moment.
Pushing Andrew back against the wall, devouring his mouth, Ernesto growled into the kiss. “You’re my Mate.”
It was not a question.
“Yes,” Kiernan whispered against his lips, pulling him closer. He wanted nothing but to lay him out on the bed and Claim what had always been his, yet as his hands reached under the Inspector’s wet t-shirt he felt freezing, clammy skin and knew his timing was awful. It wasn’t the right moment. Not yet.
Pulling back, panting slightly, just content for a few minutes to hold Ernesto close to him, he finally murmured. “You need to shower and Feed.”
“I know,” he agreed, his forehead resting on Andrew’s. But he didn’t want to move when that calm and contentment he had been searching for through all those past months, was finally there in his arms. How he could possibly have failed to recognise that Kiernan was his Mate, he didn’t know. Why Kiernan had never told him, he also didn’t know.
“Why…?”
Andrew laid a finger to his Mate’s lips. “Not now.”
Sylum Aesthetic: Andrew Kiernan
Sylum Aesthetic: Andrew Kiernan
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That had been the night when Kiernan told him about Vampires.
Almost sixteen years later, Olivetti was one such creature himself, and he had a bone to pick with Monseigneur Andrew Kiernan about Turning Swiss Guards without consulting him first.
When, he wondered, with an exaggerated roll of the eyes, would people get it through their thick skulls, that he could in no way do his job effectively, if they left him out of knowing important pieces of information?
When??
Ernesto stalked into the Secret Archive, slamming the door shut behind him. He had just opened his mouth to start yelling at the Priest in residence there, when instead he found himself being held by him.
And a warm sense of peace enveloped him.
He wrapped his own arms around the smaller man’s body and held him close, his head dropping down to that familiar shoulder. He hadn’t realized how tired, stressed and strung out he truly was until that very moment.
He could hear soft whispers against his neck, but not make out the words. His eyes closed, just taking in the feeling of complete contentment.
It was as if they were the only two people in the world.
A strong rush of emotion swept over him, deepening and reaffirming his own sense of longing, want, and need.
He moaned into Kiernan’s neck as he was pulled closer, their bodies seeming to fit perfectly together.
His every breath sounded harsh in his own ears.
His body felt then as if he had just had the best sex of his life.
Such a feeling wasn’t new.
He had let Kiernan Feed on him a few times over the past decade or so, but on that particular occasion it felt different. It left his mind more settled, and his Soul completely satisfied.