#Acylius

[undergrounddweller89]

Just a what if Acylius

(a character I'll just put into any universe now because reasons and he does have a humanoid form)

Had been lounging in the Lake of the dead

And rescued Raziel, Acylius is also a Legion demon but not in the sense of biblical terms, extremely powerful but also not invincible, after all, immortal does not equate invincible.

Anyway back to the work at hand, this took two weeks and no the water marks will not be removed , I've had work stolen and reposted before, so no just no.

Raziel is absolutely one of my favourites, if he wasn't you think I'd spend two weeks on a comic like this ha ha.....no I'm too tired to even usually draw like this, it's taken me a few weeks to finally decide to post this.

[louise-annes-lil-world]

Cruentus the hellhound and his adopted Legion demon son Acylius.

Acylius is mine.

Cruentus belong to @shadow-drygan

Design by me.

Did this last year , just didn't feel up to posting it until now ❤️

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

YOU CHOSE:

Acylius says, tadaaa guess you got to see my bird form after all.

Acylius quickly sat Amadeus on one of the seating rims of the stone tree stump, if he’d known Amadeus couldn’t swim he’d never have used his magic...or otherwise to toss him in like that.

He searched him over, his hands now were so massive that Amadeus’s head more than

Easily fit into the dip of his palm, the man was a mass of feathers and a looming shadow in comparison, his fingers pressed gently against Amadeus’s lips and glowed, drawing out what water that had made it into his lungs, he made sure to be extremely careful. It had been a long time since someone had found him and he’d had to make use of his skills as a doctor.

When the smaller being gasped he let out a sigh of relief after all he’d never had to tend to someone of Amadeus’s species before, not because he wouldn’t have but there wasn’t much known about his kind and none of them had ever come to him for help before, by the time he’d ever had to tend to one was because he was told to do an autopsy on whatever remains there were.

He stared at Amadeus a moment, running a hand over him and finding his heart beat he felt each one, a peculiar unusual rhythm that he found fascinating.

Amadeus stared up at him, his eyes wide, there he was, Lord Acylius Flug, the creature who had disappeared, believed dead, it really was him, this being had been practically a legend three hundred years ago, only a statue in the town where he’d come from and a few books in the library. His statue with its spread wings and arms held out in a position that showed he was ready to carry you anywhere had been his shelter, even on the coldest nights, curled up between its feet it had radiated warmth.

Now he was here being looked over by him, looked after by him, so far if he was honest Acylius was nothing like he’d imagined him...and he found he didn’t mind...but on the other hand...

“Are you crazy, you threw me in there without even knowing I could swim, with my clothes on which are now water logged, are you completely out of your mind!”

Hat snapped, folding his arms and huffing at him, still trying to hide the slight blush, maybe he thought he looked rather fetching in this form but he wasn’t going to say that, especially after what he’d just done and he’d told Acylius already he wasn’t a fanatic, he didn’t want him getting the wrong idea.

He did look though when Acylius pulled back a little and even though he couldn’t see the awkward smile due to the angle of his now avian features he could see the somewhat guilty smile with how those four black eyes creased.

Watching as Acylius worried his hands a little only to spread out his hands and sheepishly say

“Tadaaa I uh , guess you got to see my bird form after all...I am sorry for doing that though, I really should have asked the fault is entirely mine.”

Amadeus had been on the verge of replying when he saw Acylius continue to rise to the surface, a moment ago he’d seen only his head and shoulders, the rest was submerged in water until Acylius was standing on the waters surface.

Amadeus’s heart skipped a beat as Acylius kept his gaze on him....

Black Hat learned the statue was in fact far smaller than the man himself, swallowing thickly he wondered what was about to happen, wincing and shielding himself as Acylius bowed and gently took one small hand.

“Allow me to introduce myself properly, it is the least I can do after being so rude and putting your life in possible danger. My name is Lord Acylius Flug, retired doctor and Legion demon, though personally for you if you have ailments I will do my best to attend to them though I know very little about your kind...”

Amadeus knew that already but hearing it from him, and how he held himself, he could see why others had been drawn to him, of course the first thing out of his mouth was

“Are you holy, you’re walking on water?”

He wanted to throw himself back in the water and stay at the bottom, so of course he was surprised when he heard the Legion laughing warmly

“On the contrary my fellow, I am half human and half demon, the very real sad case of such a thing is , I will die of old age, but not by human standards, thankfully frailty has not found me yet, though I suppose holiness simply depends perhaps on what you consider divine...”

Placing a hand upon Amadeus’s Hat he blessed him with the ability for the time being to sink as deep as he wanted into the water and breathe under it if he so wished.

“You will not drown now, but if you don’t remove your clothing I can’t exactly tend to you with the deep massage you’re clearly in need of.”

Hat was trembling all over, not from fear, but the magic he’d felt coursing through him, it was similar to the warmth the statue gave off, it made him realize in a way Acylius had never left the people of the town.

“You...you did something to your statue so people could find comfort in it, not to give them what they wanted but what they needed...from the heart.”

“You’re the first one in all these years to figure that out you know...so let me make you a different offer for allowing you to stay...

Omg getting some of these in was a right pain

Part one

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[imnevolicigarealivolisarmu]

This is what I meant when I said Cruentus would be Mrs Hudson, @undergrounddweller89 , she's a bad bitch.. 🤣

;)

Tbh I think a fic about this AU would be great, if only I knew how to write and express myself with words..

Related to this post, by @undergrounddweller89, please check out their art, it's really good!

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I had to add this, I swear!

[almightyhamslice]

Insektober day 21: Reimagine (sorry its late lol)

It's the middle of winter. Staurolite stirs from his hibernation and looks around in the dark, sheet-covered room. No one else is awake. He pushes aside one of the sheets draped over the wall, silently exiting the room to take a walk. It's night time outside, and the ground is blanketed in snow. So this is what it looks like, Staurolite thinks. He glances through the arches separating the inside of the school from the cold outside world, shadows passing over him as he walks down the hallway in hopes to tire himself out. He sees another gem standing in the hall, just as surprised to see him as he is to see her! It's Lepidolite.

"What are you doing out here? Could you not sleep either?" He asks.

Lepidolite seems puzzled for a moment, but answers, "Ah? No."

"Um. Are you okay?" Staurolite asks, glancing down at Lepidolite's worn hands, the powder gradually fading off them.

"Fine! I just... wanted to see the snow. It's beautiful in this moonlight, isn't it?"

"Yeah... how's your outfit doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"It's so shiny it looks like light! Mine's just plain fabric."

"Don't be so harsh. Your gown's prettier than mine, and mine only shines sometimes!"

"Oh. Um. Thank you," Staurolite stammers, flattered.

"You should head back to sleep, I think."

"... When will I see you again?"

Lepidolite seems taken aback by the question. "Hey, don't worry about that okay? I have my job and you have yours. For now our meeting is a secret; the other gems can't know we were awake during hibernation! That's why I think you should go back now."

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine, I just want to watch the stars a moment longer."

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Lepidolite is Aelia and Staurolite is Max! Lepidolite resides on the Moon with Fire Opal and his Lunarian friends, while Staurolite is an Earth gem that doesn't quite know where he belongs.

Today's drawing is surprisingly not a screenshot redraw, just a fake screenshot! I experimented with some texture brushes and glowy effects for this one, and also primarily drew it on streams. It's fun! I think I draw faster when ppl are watching me ngl. Though, it did take me a stupidly long amount of time to figure out the star brush I was supposed to use was literally "Spray" on CSP. Aka one of the default brushes that r RIGHT THERE in the airbrush category lmao.

[villainousqueenofhel]

@undergrounddweller89 Happy Christmas my darling sunshine, I hope you enjoy this bit of fluff

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Feral sees one of these in a display window when out shopping with her grandfather.

Of course, one of the workers is just a tad bit worried such a tiny little girl might break a fragile thing.

One of the owners' snorts, he's a crystal troll. He dug it out himself. It looks fragile but it won't break.

Not even the rumored legion demon who breaks glass by looking at it can break his work. (He knows cause he made many things that were bought privately for the legion by people over the years).

So hearing this happy excited bouncing little girl talk about how her

Papa was sad his favorite cup got broken by accident.

Now she wants to get him a new one and this set was perfect.

After all it was almost Christmas and she wanted to him the best present.

And maybe several extra cups just in case.

Papa was funny sometimes and she didn't want anything to happen. Or for him to be sad again.

And if she found a set she knew her mommy would love too.

Plus a pretty large tanker that would hold more a barrel worth of ale but only looked like it would hold maybe a pint.

“I swear child you are encouraging your grandmother’s antics.” Her grandfather said shaking his head amused.

“But you always get upsetty when she drinks from the barrels.” The girl giggles.

If she asks for the matching one as well for him when her grandfather is looking at another set of glasses.

These are whiskey glasses muttering about his own father.

Well no one says a word but his little niece nods her head with a wide gap tooth smile.

The little girl returns it with her own. And like all small and young children he realizes they had made friends while he was talking to the older male.

He chuckles as his niece rushes off to wrap them for the girl. He was sure all the gifts would be wrapped and labeled perfectly.

At the end she also ended up finding a new tea set for herself as well, it was technically a doll's tea set.

She was just that small.

But damn him if he wasn't going to make all his works just as lovely as one meant for adults.

He was a master craftsman.

She picks more things and amusingly one of the workers jokes he’s sure she’s bought nearly half the shop.

He didn't realize at first, exactly how much the little girl had spent.

He expected her grandfather to pay for it all.

But the little girl pulled out a kitten-shaped coin purse out of her little satchel.

Then proceeded to get herself ready to pay. By opening it and counting something inside the bag a moment.

“Grandpa up please?” She asks holding up a hand.

"Feral sweetheart are you sure?" The older hellhound asked.

"Yes sir, my pockets money for today, Grandpa" She said sweetly.

Her grandfather chuckles picking her up and after seeing it’s okay gently sets her on the counter.

She pulls out one gold bar and stars to set it on the counter before noticing the jar next to her.

"What this?"

"Sweetheart.”

"Sorry. May I ask what its for?"

"Ah, that's my wife's donation jar. It's to help rebuild our stable for her horses and get repairs for her carriage. During that storm last month it got damaged and then burned down.

"Oh! Were the horsies hurt?" Feral asks with wide worried green eyes.

"Well they got startled pretty badly and then set the rest of the stable on fire.

"Oh dats no good." She says then asks.

"Can helps?"

Well, who was he to deny a young lady a chance to spend her allowance?

"Of course, you can..the goal is to fill at least two big jars here. We hope to get a basic stable built again. Plus some extra pampering for the horses.. my wife spoils them. They are her babies.” He chuckles.

"Then babies needs lots of loves." She says with a wide smile.

The other workers watch Feral stack several gold-like bars on the counter.

The pile is soon bigger than the little girl herself so she starts on a second then a third.

"For tea set!" She squeaks out happy.

What happens next caused his soul to leave him. w

When he finished counting it all, it was not only for her orders.

But for the orders for the rest of the day and for everyone who might come into the shop for the rest of the month.

Later his soul finally returned to his body and his partner finally stopped laughing, mostly so she could put her head back on, the damn dullahan that she was.

The woman was always losing her head. He still loved

her.

However, he was able to enjoy his own bit of laughter. He quickly caught her head after he handed over both of her donation jars now overflowing.

Plus there was the extra that hadn't fit in the jar that he had to put in a third jar he'd tell her about later.

"Is this…all for?" His wife stutters as he brings her head up to peck her on the lips.

"Yes. All for you and those six assholes, enough to cover that carriage of yours in all the black gold and silver if you want." He says kissing her sweetly.

"Plus new armor...blacksmith business card in one jar, its from the Hellhound Armory."

"Put me back on my body right now. We've got things to do."

"Of course.”

"In the bedroom."

Well, there went going to the mine without being too sore..well at least it was the good kind.

****

Christmas morning dawns early when you have little ones.

Though instead of Feral being the early riser in their household it was Acylius much to his wife’s amusement.

She loved how excited he was.

How perfect they both wanted their daughters memories to be.

“Huh lot more gifts this year from Feral to you love.” Amy says sipping her coffee as she watched him fuss with the last of Ferals presents from Krampus.

“What do you mean?” Lulu says before looking over the huge pile of slightly wokny wrapped presents that were clearly done by the small girls hands. “Oh my Grandpa. Amy she..she wrapped them herself. I’m gonna cry..”

“Please don’t flood the living room just yet. I don’t have my umbrella or buckets.” Amy chuckles before they heard the excited squealing of Feral and someone shouting.

“Child on the ceiling!”

“Papa! Mama!” Feral squealing happily dives for her fathers face hugging him tigtly. “Love you both…happy Christmas. Papa open his present from me first?”

“After we settle okay?” Lulu chuckles.

Once all are settled Feral quickly hands out a few gifts and many open them.

With her grandparents of course loving the ale mugs and her grandfather blushing darkly when her grandmother growled seductively about a new supply of wolves bane ale they’d got as a gift from his. father.

“Papa mine now peas?”

“Alright yours now.”

Lulu chuckles accepting the carefully wrapped blue paper.

Feral gigggles as Amy hides her own smile as the paper goes flying.

“It’s my..my…how?” Lulu stares in aw.

He turns the delicate looking cup over in his hand.

“It’s not..not breaking?” He say’s confused.

“Yeah! I got it super duper extra super special just for you papa!” She says with a wide smile showing off her wide gape tooth smile.

Lulu sniffles.

“Papa this one next! This one!” She says handing him another box. “This one! This one!”

“Okay baby give papa a moment,” Amy says gently.

“It’s alright my dear.” Lulu chuckles opening the box and blinks back more tears.

It was a tea pot similar to the he’d broken in anger from breaking his favorite cup.

The next several boxes were a few more cups.

“So papa will always have extras. So never sad again.” Feral explains.

He smiles kissing her head before opening another box.

This one marked from the merchant a special gift for father and daughter.

“Feral sweetheart, papa needs help with this one.” Lulu says.

They shared grins before paper went flying every which way.

And Lulu did cry as Feral squeals in joy.

“Mama look it’s me and Papa!”

Inside was a not only a matching pair of tea cups that said Papa bird and baby bird with their own little tea bot done beautifully to look up like delicate glass.

But a crystal like music box.

Amy gently picked it up and wound the box.

Instantly a cello tune that was Feral’s favorite lullaby played. It was clearly a recorded version of Acylius’s playing.

Images sprang forth of tiny Feral and Lulu dancing in the snow as the it slowed to end.

The Lulu on the box picked up Feral rocking her as her eyes closed and fell asleep.

In front of the box the real Lulu held his daughter close.

Kissing her forehead.

“Thank you baby, happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas Papa,” Feral says with a yawn having heard her lullaby. “I love you..forever.”

“I love you too.”

[undergrounddweller89]

Acylius Flug: who I was, what I became, what I have become.

Song used

Shadows by Killboy

[louise-annes-lil-world]

July, August, September, October, November, December 2022

January, February, March, April, May, June

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

Acylius helping his daughter Feral use her powers

Feral belongs to @villainousqueenofhel

[almightyhamslice]

Insektober day 8: Film Style (Horror)!

I always knew I wanted to draw something horror-themed for today, but I didn't know what it would be... I chose to parody Carrie in the end cuz the blood spill scene is horrifying but in a more sorta psychological way... and it is very easily translated into Insektors as I draw it!

As you may be able to deduce from the Koal Juice spilled everywhere... I don't want to veer into gore territory with my insektors art! I think with Insektors there's a lot more ways I can convey fear while also keeping it pg --or at least, the kind of pg you might see on an 80's/90's era film like Labyrinth or Antz. Antz is actually a huge inspiration for my insektors work if you can believe that! That movie is SO fucked up btw. good grief.

ramblings abt Carrie under the cut, since I'm thinking about it! warning for dysphoria i guess???

I know Carrie is kinda infamous for its theme of menstruation & that being tied to the horror of the story, though I actually find that idea compelling as a trans man--I think the idea of menstrual horror is interesting and frightening in concept, but I think it usually falls flat cuz its mostly like, cisgender men writing about it, and they don't really 'get it'. And then on the other hand I think its simply not well explored cuz your average woman just doesn't find that sort of thing scary at all lol-- how could they when it's just a mundane and normal thing that happens every month? And that is valid.

It is scary to me personally because its uncontrollable and its essentially your body betraying you once every month, or worse, just completely randomly ! It's the lack of control over your body and your life that gets me I think. less like "lol isnt it scary women have periods" and more "isnt it scary that your body does this thing that hurts you and destroys you and you have no way of stopping it". Maybe we should have more transmasc authors writing horror? or maybe I've been looking in the wrong places and there are a shit ton I have never heard of!! Maybe both!

sorry abt going on a long rant on a post abt funny bugs! also, did you know drawing dripping fluids is very difficult for me? it is! I like the second panel more than the first because the koal juice arrangement (??????) feels more realistic to me. Anyways im taggigng this with spcopophobia cuz I drew Aelia's eyes kinda scary in that second panel. I will take any opportunity to draw a character with scary eyes LOL.

[emilyrosebug]

This drawing is based off the aftermath of the episode Klose EnKounters. Alex, Flynn and Max return to the flowered city to watch the rest of Elmo's performance. For the best view, Alex and Max sat on a flower stem with the latter watching the fireflies flying in awe.

Today's Prompt is Festival, even if the event doesn't feel like a festival, I still think this one feels like a festival.

Insektors (C) Fantome

[stylia-au]

Acylius picks up Pastel Hat and walks off with him Plops him into his nest and starts to preen him for relaxation purposes as he knows Pastel works very hard on his beautiful clothes.

Pastel: you know what... it's pretty nice view up here.🌙💎

(@undergrounddweller89 )

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

Ohhh Acylius would definitely live somewhere like this

[that-guy-called-vin]

Acylius to white Hat What is your greatest achievement?

White Hat's greatest achievement in his mind is becoming the man he is and being able to work toward his redemption, making amends with family and others he knows he hurt when he was Black Hat

[lovestruck-au]

Acylius pulls Ross and Love in close I love wrapping you beautiful people in my arms ❤️

@the-physician-will-see-you-now

[undergrounddweller89]

Acylius: Take one step closer to him and I'll kill you!

Based on that one scene from beauty and the beast where beast saves belle from the wolves.