#Acacius ngc

[ask-red-and-solomon]

The cover for the newest oneshots book!

[ellzilla]

Creepypasta as a shared world is extremely funny, not just because of the whole slender mansion stuff, but this means they share a Holy System and angels. Especially with LJ's origin story and the NES godzilla creepypasta...

vs

The wimpy 19th century Guardian Angel vs the Radiant Videogame Angelic Golem

[Guardian angel highkey based on @creeps-and-pasta take on them]

[radiant-vulpine]

Was Acacius from NGC an inspiration for the design of The Holy Knight?

Yes

[radicalrobotz]

[almightyhamslice]

Hey did anyone miss my NGC content

Well, if you did you’re in luck!!! I’m obsessed again.

First images are just kinda studies of Solomon n Bobo (I headcanon that they’re brothers!) and I plan on drawing a detailed pic with both of them in the future...

Second image was basically my first time drawing Melissa. Also, post NGC version of her with arms (they’re supposed to be semi transparent and red, should I ever draw this design in color) as some kinda symbolic thing, cuz I always thought her lack of arms was meant to symbolize her loss of control at the hands of Red..? Idk, it’s kinda hard to explain. Also, Face is there. I think I might’ve made him too small though.

Lastly, a rather quick sketch of Acacius. I like him a lot lol. He’s like... beefy... because I noticed he’s actually a bit buffer/more well built than Solomon. I suppose that makes sense, since he is stronger than him as well.

Anyways, I intend to draw more NGC stuff soon! Dunno how soon “soon” is though, haha

[radrobotz]

[robotsftw]

CINEMATIC PARALLELS

[funkscop1997]

one thing that's weird to me is the extended lore in the ngc game. the paintings in pathos, all that. i know a lot of it is just to clear up some plot holes (ie. what the fuck is acacius? why did they just show up outta nowhere?) but im talking like. original kaiju for the game n stuff like that.

if the mom (monster of monsters. yes i abbreviate it like that suffer) cartridge canonically changes based on whoever's playing it, how many people are in the room, etc., then why is there so much background information for just Zachary's playthrough? the game likes to reveal itself, thats clear, but what we see in Carl's playthrough (ngc replay) about the cartridge's history is based on Roberts research. it's just Roberts notes, from what we know so far.

so where's all this extra stuff coming from? i get giving some clearance as to what red or what he did, why the agelums are nessecary n shit but WHY???? why is it just for Zachary's playthrough. it's cool for us, outside of the story, but I've never found myself getting too invested in it because it doesn't make sense in canon. if Zachary is going through the cartridge's transcendence n all that, then why is this world so fully fleshed out? my man is just playing this game at like 11pm because hes got the day off work tomorrow or some other thing and he's not even prepared for anything weird to happen. he doesn't know there's a transcendence, so the cartridge would just make one up. i think. but why is it so diverse and expansive??????

maybe I'm just being a hater by applying what we can assume from what's already canon to this game recreation but it's just so weird to me. i also do not like the red redesign but that's my opinion. i know the dev team are working hard on it (or they worked? I don't remember) but im declaring it blasphemy!!!!!! or at least not canon.

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PINARA Ancient Lycian City. Fethiye/Turkey. ROCK TOMBS

ROCK TOMBS: Crag with rock-cut tombs towering over Pinara situated on a "round" mass of rock, believed to have given the ancient city its name.

I continue to the series of ancient cities.

A minor city with one of the best preserved temples in Anatolia.

”Historical monuments are the common heritage of mankind. It must be protected”

Pinara,

This article is about the ancient Lycian city. For other uses, see Pinara (disambiguation). Pinara τὰ Πίναρα (Greek)

The theatre of Pinara.

Location,Minare, Muğla Province, Turkey Region Lycia Coordinates 36°29′19″N 29°15′07″E Coordinates: 36°29′19″N 29°15′07″E Type Settlement Pinara (Lycian: Pilleñni, presumably from the adjective "round"; Greek: τὰ Πίναρα, formerly Artymnesus or Artymnesos according to one account) was a large ancient city of Lycia at the foot of Mount Cragus (now Mount Babadağ), and not far from the western bank of the River Xanthos, homonymous with the ancient city of Xanthos (now Eşen Stream). The remains of several ancient temples can be seen in Pinara, as well as rock tombs including one "royal tomb", an upper and a lower acropolis, a theatre, an odeon, an agora and a church. The name Pinara has somewhat been assimilated to the name of the present-day village of Minare, half an hour below the ruins and depending Fethiye district of Muğla Province, Turkey

The city, though not often mentioned by ancient writers, appears from its vast and beautiful ruins to have been, as Strabo asserts, one of Lycia’s largest, its chief port city until the harbor silted up to form the reed-filled wetlands of today.[2] Yet another rare mention of the city in ancient sources is in connection with the help it provided, along with several other Lycian cities, to Pixodarus of Caria. Pinara was a member of the Lycian League, in which it held three votes. The city surrendered to Alexander the Great in 334 BCE. After Alexander’s death, the city fell to the kingdom of Pergamum. Pinara became a Roman city when Pergamum was willed by its last king Attalus III to the Roman Republic in 133 BCE. The city enjoyed prosperity during Roman rule, but was badly damaged by earthquakes in 141 and 240 CE. In the first occurrence, the city is recorded to have received a contribution from Opramoas for the repair of public buildings.[citation needed] Pinara was Christianized early. Five bishops are known: Eustathius, who signed the formula of Acacius of Cæsarea at the Council of Seleucia in 359; Heliodorus, who signed the letter from the bishops of Lycia to the emperor Leo I the Thracian (458); Zenas, present at the Trullan Council (692); Theodore, at the Second Council of Nicaea (787); Athanasius, at the synod that reinstated Patriarch Photius I of Constantinople (the Photian Council) in 879. Pinara was the birthplace of Nicolas of Myra. Under repeated pressure from invading forces, the city lost its inhabitants in the ninth century.

There was a cult of Pandarus, the Lycian hero of the Trojan War, in Pinara, which led some sources to conclude that he was a native of the city.[1] According to the Lycian history of Menecrates[disambiguation needed], quoted by Stephanus of Byzantium[2][3] the city was a colony of Xanthos, its original name would be Artymnesos. This name would have preceded the Lycian language name Pinara, derived from the form "Pilleñni" or "Pinale" meaning a "round hill" or simply "round",[2] based on a hypothesis of interchange of liquid consonants.[citation needed] The town is indeed situated on such a great round mass of rock and a more or less circular crag towers over the ruins. Another source, Panyassis, also mentions an eponymous founder by name Pinarus, son of Tremiles or Termilus, and this account is viewed by some sources as unsubstantial as the rest relating to the precedence of names.

Scientific discovery Pinara’s ruins were identified by Sir Charles Fellows.[2] From amidst the ancient city, he says,[5] rises a singular round rocky cliff (the pinara of the Lycians), literally speckled all over with tombs. Beneath this cliff lie the ruins of the extensive and splendid city. The theater is in a very perfect state; all the seats are remaining, with the slanting sides towards the proscenium, as well as several of its doorways. The walls and several of the buildings are of the Cyclopean masonry, with massive gateways formed of three immense stones. The tombs are innumerable, and the inscriptions are in the Lycian characters, but Greek also occurs often on the same tombs. Some of these rock-tombs are adorned with fine and rich sculptures. The Christian bishopric of Pinara, no longer a residential see, is included in the Catholic Church’ list of titular sees

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinara#History

Posted by Feridun F. Alkaya on 2017-06-05 07:48:23

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[ask-red-and-solomon]

Light of the Goddess

[ellzilla]

How do you draw this spikey mans

[ask-red-and-solomon]

Silly Faces!

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Smokebomb training!

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Despot - Oneshot

The crescent moon glowed faintly amidst the cloudy night skies as Melissa watched over the graveyard and all of Extus as it's inhabitants slept.

Calm winds swept distant sand away, echoing through the quiet temples and went unnoticed by those in the cities. All but her, who floated above the chapel, smiling at the last of the blooming flowers.

Every spirit here had finally found peace, and had moved on to their afterlife. Finally, after a full year since the Hellbeast had fallen, since their tormentor had died. Life that had been burned away would return, along with hope for the future.

Everything would be peaceful, all would prosper again, and she could finally close her eyes... and rest.

Just as she'd done so and the comfort of sleep had nearly enveloped her, a odd chill went up her spine. Her eyes shot open, frantically looking around.

Something was nearby. Something dangerous.

"Hello?" She called out into the night sky, "Is someone there?"

No response. Not even the wind blowed. It was like the world around her had suddenly died.

Slowly, the color of her surroundings shifted to shades of black and grey, the chill becoming stronger.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Instinctively, her gaze traveled to the darker clouds, spotting a darker and cloaked figure moving about them. Searching for something or someone.

It didn't have wings or made any familiar sounds...

She clutched the light necklace in her hand, cautiously watching as the figure examined the stars and the moon. Then the empty spot in the sky where Zenith once was.

Their gaze fixated on the spot as they flew about. No doubt looking for trouble...

The light spear formed in her hand in a flash of light, the figure's head snapping to her direction- then vanishing just as fast.

A sudden force shoved her forward. The chill became stronger. She spun, jabbing the spear forwards just as a hand stopped inches from her face.

An open palm, electric sparking from its center, stopped just as the spear had. Just missing his throat.

It could've been the end of him. What a foolish way to go out...

Now, right before her, was Warlock. The Sin of Wrath. Even when floating close to the ground, he towered over her. She wasn't afraid, never for herself. Not anymore.

Melissa's grip on the spear tightened, threatening to break her prosthetics. A fraction of Acacius' own power, gifted to her solely to protect others when he could not.

She promised to do so, and she'd never break that promise.

She'd never let a demon ruin her life or harm those she loved ever again. Especially just after she'd found some peace.

The Sin monster's calculating eyes stared into her determined ones, both trapped in a silent standstill and refusing to waiver. His voice cut through the dark air like a knife.

"You don't have the guts to finish me off."

"I'd beg to differ." She brought the blade closer to his throat, watching how he didn't even flinch. "What are you doing here?"

He huffed, sparks crackling in his other hand, "This does not concern you, false angel."

"Liar. I know who you are and what you do!" She stepped forward, "Death follows wherever you go, and you will not threaten any planet as long as I'm here."

"Yield, there is no benefit to be had in this."

"Neither with you, coming here like you own the place. And yes, this does concern me."

"Yield." His voice rose, green light flashing within the clouds overhead, "And I will not harm you nor your resting grounds."

"I'm not letting another one of you pull this shit..." She hissed, "You first, Mr. botched necromancy."

"Was that an insult..?" He held back a slight chuckle, "High Heavens, your insults are atrocious... Why would I yield to but a child?-"

Melissa's gaze darkened. In a flash of light, a glowing blade materialized into thin air and swiftly pierced his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and groaned in agony, doubling over as he glared at her.

Decent aim.

"Try again..."

"Fine," He seethed, ripping the knife out, "On three, we both yield. No more knives, nor deceit or lies of any kind."

She gave him a look of suspicion, "How can I trust you?"

"Pure faith." He simply replied. His arm twitched and she took a step back. "Are we in agreement?"

She hesitantly nodded.

"One...."

"Two..."

She hesitantly loosened her hold and watched the spear fade away.

"Three..."

Warlock exhaled, lowering his hands and letting the sparks discharge into the wind.

"See? That wasn't so difficult. Now we can talk."

"You can talk." She corrected, "Again, why are you here? And looking through the skies?"

"I'm looking for Zenith..." He glanced at the moon through the clouds, "Isn't it usually within orbit?"

"No, not anymore. Nobody knows why..."

"Solomon doesn't know?"

She jolted upon hearing him say his name. "Sol- Wait..." Warlock only glanced down at her, "How do you know him? Did he used to work for you, or-"

"Work for me?" He scoffed, "No. The loudmouth couldn't work for me if he tried- Would he know where Zenith is or not?"

"We don't even know where he is! He's on vacation somewhere we don't know. You're out of luck..."

That wasn't true, Solomon was right on Extus and asleep in his cave. But she didn't know what Warlock would do to him once found.

It was better to lie than watch him get tortured or even die to someone cruel again.

"Hmph... Unfortunate."

"Why are you looking for Zenith? There's nothing worthwhile over there, and the whole planet's a death trap."

He looked annoyed for a second.

"The Hellbeast. I'm looking for the Hellbeast."

Her heart nearly stopped.

"I was hoping he and I could settle a score of ours. Bastard tore my arm off last time, fututus et mori in igni-"

"Excuse me?" She blinked, confused. "I- I don't think you can do anything with that... Red's gone."

"...What?" All of his previous anger vanished.

"Red, the Hellbeast. He died a year ago, and Zenith vanished three months after that." She watched as his eyes darted about, thinking. "Too late to settle any 'score' you had..."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Sorry, but coming here was a waste of time." She turned away from him, floating back to the chapel, "You better leave."

Warlock stared up at the gaps between the clouds again, before sighing. "It was... The Moonbeast wouldn't know, either?"

Melissa shook her head, "She's dead, too. Why would she know where Zenith is?"

"Hmm... Fair point."

"You really should go home and patch up..."

His eyes glanced over the graveyard as he clutched his shoulder, still bleeding. He floated higher above the ground, the dark cloak around him moving with the breeze.

"Sorry to waste your time, and farewell..." He turned and gave a half-hearted wave, vanishing into the misty clouds.

He was already long gone before she'd said goodbye herself. Why was he always confusing like this? What was Warlock and Red's "score" about? Why would he know Solomon? All of these questions and more couldn't be solved in one night.

She rested above the chapel once more, staring at the stars as she always did before sleep slowly came over her. Her soul could rest for just a while longer.

She hoped Acacius could give her the answers she wanted, one day.

[ask-red-and-solomon]

So, for the past few days, I've been putting together a new AU! I think I'm going to call it the "Intwined Fates" AU

Remember Aceius? From that one drawing I made?

This one! Well, I've made him some friends! And a bunch of cool lore!

Behold, the two friends I've made for Aceius! The lore is completely separate from the creepypasta, I'm just taking these guys and going nuts with em!

The lore so far on paper-

Fully fleshed out lore below!

At one point in time, King Ghidorah attacked Aceius's home planet, hoping to destroy or conquer it for his own goals. However, he was mortally wounded and was forced to flee. But in leaving, he let out a blast of cosmic energy, which Aceius protected his family from.

This cosmic energy quickly destroyed Ace's body and became one with him. After this, he found that making physical contact with anything or anyone would slowly tear the object or monster's flesh apart.

Now, having to wear specially made armor 24/7, Ace is pretty much alienated from his fellow monsters. The energy that now makes up is body is extremely powerful- so much so, that he cannot fairly fight anyone. So whenever he must train, he holds back.

He can't speak because of how damaged his vocal cords are. But when he does, it's very important.

He can't physically interact with anyone, can't fairly fight, can't talk to anyone. Nobody is equal to him in any sense

And even then, everyone is scared of him.

But then he's told to enter this tournament- just the last round.

In this tournament, the most powerful of monsters go against each other- but none of those are able to be an equal to Ace...

Except for the last one.

Red.

*****

Nobody knows why Red entered the tournament, but everyone fears the Hellbeast down to their core.

Red's rage, hunger, and pursuit for power is truly endless. He'd hunt down the most powerful of monsters, kill them, and consume whatever form of energy they had through their soul. He devoured seemingly countless amounts of them, growing stronger with each one.

Then, he found the purest essence of souls- where, nobody knows -in the form of white and blue energy resembling Hellfire.

Immediately, he murdered the angelic guards that kept it from him, and devoured it.

But something changed within Red after he took in this energy, and not just his new coloration. He was suddenly... calmer, and his hunger for power was now satisfied. He could feel it burning within him, he finally had all that he wanted...!

But... now what?

It feels weird not being hungry, not wanting to constantly kill, not wanting to taste blood and bring suffering.

He. Absolutely. Hates. It.

But then he's suddenly calm again. Which he finds really really weird. But his temper still flares up and wants to tear everything apart

The souls that made up this pure Hellfire were those of the innocent, which influenced Red greatly.

Red, now sometimes calling himself "Ori" for reasons he doesn't know (he's super fucking confused), enters this tournament. Maybe, if he fights again, if he can rip into flesh and taste blood, he could be his old self!

He could be the great, and all-powerful Hellbeast! A being of pure destruction and suffering!

So, in the tournament, he let's himself fully give in and ignore these new and confusing thoughts. He is fast, and ruthless, and less sadistic than usual- but he loves the rush he gets using this new Hellfire on everyone and shifting into his different forms

Everyone he faces goes down in a matter of minutes, no matter their speed, or how good their defenses are. Unfortunately, he's instructed to not kill them once the round is over- which he begrudgingly does even though it pisses him off. He's forced to be chained down at one point for refusing to not kill his opponent.

Then, he fight Aceius.

And holy shit, it was the best fight out of every one.

In Aceius and Red's fight, they both hold back in the beginning- only to be a bit surprised when the other isn't knocked out or mortally wounded.

So they go all out- Aceius using nearly his full power, and Red being his brutal self and using his new Hellfire whenever possible.

The long and exciting battle goes on for what feels like forever... until they run out of time. The fight is decided to be a draw, as neither monster was close to being too tired to continue.

At the end of it, Ace walks over to Red, and offers his hand. Only for Ori to smack it away, he doesn't know what the silent knight wants from him.

"We're equals... right?"

Red is very confused.

"nobody else is..." his voice sounds strained. Red then somewhat understands. He doesn't like that he feels terrible for this knight out of nowhere...

But Red takes his hand.

*****

Unbeknownst to all, Solomon has always been stronger than his peers- not just in physical combat and aerial battles. He's always had this strange white energy that would erupt out of him whenever angry or in danger...

Nobody else he knows has this kind of power

Of course, he's searched everywhere he could, and asked his family countless times about what it could possibly be. Only to get an old theory or myth of legendary power as an answer.

But that has never sat right with him.

Despite this lingering confusion, Solomon is an easygoing monster, doing whatever he pleases to pass the time. He's trained with and fought countless monsters, taken down many opponents.

He's been asked to join tournaments and fight the most powerful monsters there are- the best of the best!

He's seen the strongest beasts fight tooth and nail before, always filling him with excitement!

But each and every time, he refuses. Not that he doesn't think he could beat them, he absolutely could. He just doesn't care to, he doesn't need to prove that he's already the best.

When Ghidorah attacked out of nowhere one day, meteors and lightning rain from the skies as monsters fight back and others run. From the highest peak, surrounded by the tallest trees, Solomon unleashed a blast of energy.

He never knew the aftermath, only that Ghidorah fled. But he was never struck by Ghidorah's final attack. Only now did he learn of it- through Aceius, when he visited the peak, sensing the remnants of whatever power Solomon possessed.

It was a mistake to bring Ori, as he pinned Solomon down when he rushed at them, mistaking them for intruders.

After the confusion, they calm down and talk for a while- introducing themselves and telling Sol why they've come to the mountain. Solomon has seen Ace around a number of times, and even sparred with him for a bit.

Just for a moment, Aceius removes the front of their helmet to get some air. A great pang of guilt washes over Solomon once he sees what became of him after that day...

Was it his fault?

Sol's assured by Ace and Ori -in his own way- that he isn't to blame for Aceius' current state. That he couldn't have known what Ghidorah was going to do next.

Ori's eyes suddenly begin to glow, just like when he'd use his Hellfire. Solomon's chest begins to glow as well, feeling the energy within him burning.

He looks to Ace, whose body is glowing shades of yellow, pink and purple. All three of them are still for a moment, not sure why or how this is happening...

He then sees... something. A vision, maybe? He doesn't know what it was, it happened too quickly.

Solomon wants to know why their powers react to one another...

Why they're connected... what it could all mean... Why this feels oddly familiar...

Solomon doesn't know why... but he feels like he needs to stay with these two- weather it be for answers or for something else entirely, he's staying by their side.

[ask-red-and-solomon]

Intwined Fates