HeyO! This was a bit of something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. Had it in my mind to do an Irish/Celtic/Gaelic/Welsh/Scottishwhathaveyou guide for awhile. Finally got around to it, at the very tail end of summer. So here goes.

Aos Sí: Irish term meaning “people of the mound”, they’re comparatively your faeries and elves of Irish mythology. Some believe they are the living survivors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. They’re fiercely territorial of their little mound homes and can either be really, really pretty or really, really ugly. They’re often referred to not by name, but as “Fair Folk” or “Good Neighbors”. Never, ever piss them off.

Cat Sidhe: Cat Sidhe are faerie cats, often black with white spots on their chests. They haunted Scotland, but a few Irish tales tell of witches who could turn into these cats a total of nine times (nine lives?). The Cat Sidhe were large as dogs and were believed to be able to steal souls by passing over a dead body before burial. Irusan was a cat sidhe the size of an ox, and once took a satirical poet for a wild ride before Saint Ciaran killed it with a hot poker.

Badb: Part of the trio of war goddesses called Morrígna with sisters Macha and Morrígan, Badb, meaning “crow”, was responsible for cleaning bodies up after battle. Her appearance meant imminent bloodshed, death of an important person, and/or mass confusion in soldiers that she would use to turn victories in her favor. She and her sisters fought the Battles of Mag Tuired, driving away the Fir Bolg army and the Formorians. In short: total badass.

Merrow: The Irish mermaid. They were said to be very benevolent, charming, modest and affectionate, capable of attachment and companionship with humans. It is believed that they wore caps or capes that would allow them to live underwater, and taking a cap/cape of a merrow would render them unable to return to the sea. Merrow, unlike regular mermaids, were also capable of “shedding” their skin to become more beautiful beings. They also like to sing.

Púca: Also called a phooka, these are the chaotic neutral creatures of the Irish mythos world. They were known to rot fruit and also offer great advice. They are primarily shapeshifters, taking a variety of forms both scary as heck and really really pretty. The forms they took are always said to be dark in color. Púcas are partial to equine forms and have known to entice riders onto its back for a wild but friendly romp, unlike the Kelpie, which just eats its riders after drowning them.

Faoladh: My all-time favorite Irish creature. Faoladh are Irish werewolves. Unlike their english neighbors, Faoladh weren’t seen as cursed and could change into wolves at will. Faoladh of Ossory (Kilkenny) were known to operate in male/female pairs and would spend several years in wolf form before returning to human life together, replaced in work by a younger couple. They are the guardians and protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. They weren’t above killing sheep or cattle while in wolf form for a meal, and the evidence remained quite plainly on them in human form. Later on, the story of an Irish King being cursed by God made the Faoladh a little less reputable.

Dullahan: Dullahan are headless riders, often carrying their decapitated cranium beneath one arm. They are said to have wild eyes and a grin that goes from ear to ear, and they use the spine of a human skeleton as a whip (What the WHAT). Their carriages were made of dismembered body parts and general darkness. Where they stop riding is where a person is doomed to die, and when they say the human’s name, that person dies instantly.

Gancanagh: An Irish male faerie known as the “Love-Talker”. He’s a dirty little devil related to the Leprechaun that likes seducing human women. Apparently the sex was great, but ultimately the woman would fall into some sort of ruin, whether it be financial or scandal or generally having their lives turn out awful. He was always carrying a dudeen—Irish pipe—and was a pretty chill guy personality-wise. You just don’t ever want to meet him—it’s really bad luck. 

I had an assignment in Character Development to take a famous ‘character’ from popular media and reimagine them for animation. 
So naturally, I took the instructions a bit liberally and made Geoff Ramsey. He’s super fun to draw this way, too. I’d pay money to have an Achievement Hunter animated series. 

{Geoff | Ryan | Jack | Gavin | Ray | Michael}

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Team Helix

“Shun the False Prophet, embrace Chaos!”

Team Helix, Acolytes of Chaos, follow the undisputed leadership of their god and Idol, Lord Helix. They revel in the power of freedom and fight to keep anarchy alive, yet sometimes in their lack of focus they often don’t get much done.

Haha! So here’s the uniforms for Team Helix! Team Dome is coming up soon, but I have homework to do, lol.

Edit: I’ve decided I like these two enough to name them. The boy’s name is Fawkes, and the girl’s name is Guy. Guy Fawkes is what I think of whenever I hear ‘anarchy’, which may not be 100% true historically, but V for Vendetta made the name and mask super-prominent, especially for anti-government and anti-establishment organizations. Besides, think the names fit well regardless. :)

Fallen Kings - AH "Royal Court" AU

So I was working on Ryan last night and with it I accidentally developed an entire AU about the Mad King and the Royal Court. Done in italics, for theatrical measure.

Long ago, six powerful beings ruled over the lush, rolling kingdom in which they resided. The All-Father, leader of the small fellowship, watched over the others with a gentle but firm rule. The Keeper of Roses brought to the world lush greenery while the Keeper of the Forge built mighty structures. The gentle Keeper of Beasts attended to the creatures of the world with his favorite cow Edgar while the Keeper of Laughter and the Keeper of Combat, a mighty champion called Mogar, had daily adventures and filled minds with tales of grandeur and mystical endeavors. Together their kingdom prospered, and they lived in peace. Then one day, out on their daily romp, the Keeper of Laughter stumbled upon a strange portal that took him to an even stranger place, in which he found a most peculiar idol. Even in the darkness of the world, the delicate golden circlet glowed with the fires of the setting sun and whispered promises of greatness to the young lad. Naive of the golden Crown’s intentions, the Keeper of Laughter took it back to the All-Father and presented it to him as a gift. The All-Father, pleased, saw beauty in the gold Crown and placed it on his head. 
But the Crown of Pimps was a lie. Using the omnipotence of the All-Father, the darkness of the Crown was awoken and evil was released into the world and bled into the very core of the land. It passed through the fellowship, stripping them of their divine powers and casting them down into the world of mortality. When the men awoke, they found a tall golden throne in their midst and their peaceful world riddled with monsters and chaos. The Crown of Pimps, resting atop the former All-Father’s head, whispered that their divinity could be restored and the land saved if certain tasks were to be done in its name, the name of the ‘King’, and certain monuments be erected in its honor. It gave him back a fraction of his former power as a token of the promise. The new King complied with good intentions to save his companions from the grip of the Crown, naive of the Crown’s trickery. 
Little by little, the First King sent his subjects to carry out the tasks of the Crown. Though he wanted nothing more than to rule fairly and bear the burden of the Crown to save his friends, the Crown eventually corrupted his good intentions and the darkness seeped into his mind and actions. The King, fighting against the growing evil in his heart, became a shell of the man he once was, defeated while the Crown prospered. Seeing his friend suffer, the Keeper of Beasts, after erecting the first Tower of Pimps, removed the Crown from the tired King’s head and placed it upon his own.The kind heart of the Keeper of Beasts was easy prey for the malice of the Crown. Unable to cope, the Keeper of Beasts was driven to insanity during the mere first hours of his rule.
The Mad King became the perfect vessel for the Crown to carry out its intentions , and the Royal Court scrambled to survive and thwart such advances of darkness that the Mad King demanded. For the first time, the Royal Court was truly afraid.
After the first nights of terror, the Keeper of Roses, with what little command of nature he had left, managed to briefly pacify the Mad King’s wrath just long enough to steal the Crown from him. The Mad King was subdued, but at the cost of yet another innocent heart. This trend of usurping the power of the Crown was continued when Mogar took it from the Rose King, though his rule unlike his predecessors was defined by uneasy peace between the fellowship. It was during the rule of King Mogar when the Mad King once again rose to power.
The Second Reign of the Mad King was one marked by terror and bloodshed. The Crown grew in power, its reign seeming unending. In the midst of the Mad King’s twisted Labyrinth, it was the Keeper of Laughter that found and slew the Mad King’s cow, Edgar. The death was a major blow on the Mad King’s already shattered psyche; his former self showing through for the first time in his grieving. During this moment of weakness, the young lad removed the Crown from the Mad King and took the burden upon himself. The Laughing King’s rule, with his pure and cheery heart, managed for the first time to subdue much of the evil that tried to corrupt him and brought about a sense of hope and recovery to the fellowship. Yet the darkness still lived within the Mad King, and in his desire for power and revenge, he managed to slay his companions during the fury of a night storm, taking the Crown for the third time. This marks the Third Reign of the Mad King…

Yeah. There’s a lot I have yet to decide like how to interpret what happens during each rule and what the Tower of Pimps have to do with everything, and what the hell the Crown’s deal is, but other than that, it was pretty fun to make. Fanart may follow.