nathair

Down with the Sickness

The recording was going well, until the end. After Jack said his outro, and stopped the recording, he felt a painful twang in his stomach. Was it the coffee he had? He knew it was a few hours old, but it wasn’t that stagnant tasting. He went to the bathroom, and immediately felt himself grow nauseous. He stood in front of the sink, and gripped the sides. 

His skin felt cold, and clammy. His left eye twitched, and he blinked furiously. What was going on? He spat a bit of developing phlegm into the sink, to see… slime? It was green, and jiggled, like gelatin. He furrowed his brow, as he looked at it in confusion. Either he was coming down with… some weird sickness, his body was rejecting this new coffee brand, or… Something else. He looked up, and almost threw up. 

He had corpse-pale skin, almost gray, and his mouth was drooling the green liquid he spat up. His right eye was all blacked out, except for an electric-blue orb, and his left eye… Oh, god, his left eye. Where a normal blue eye would be, it was… Sam. Sam the Septic-Eye, resting in his socket. But, cracks, like in a broken porcelain doll protruded from the eye, some glistening with the green ooze. 

He went to gasp, and noticed his teeth- as much as he found them normal and somewhat a hassle to care for- were… fangs. Not like a vampire’s. But fangs that were more like some demonic snake. He went to check to see if they were real, and he nearly gagged, noticing his tongue wasn’t the usual muscle in his body, but, a long, slimy, neon green, pointed… thing, that slithered along his fangs like an eel. He raised his hand to touch his face, and noticed it was bonier, and had sharp, gray nails that clattered along the left side of his face. He pulled his hand away to look at it, and he noticed it was real. 

He felt a cold sensation come across his head, especially his ears, as he heard a creepy whisper, like nails along a tombstone. They weren’t in english, but… In an older language. Was it… Gaelic? As this happened, he felt himself go numb. As this happened, he looked to the mirror, and smiled- Jack was no more. 

Meanwhile, Signe walked in, from a window-shopping spree, and noticed he wasn’t in his office. She heard a clattering. She walked into the bathroom, peering in, and silently gasped. It was Sean, but… Not Sean. She watched in horror as he turned towards her. she screamed, and ran to her bedroom, and set a chair in front of the door. Whoever this was… wasn’t Sean.

M͍̻̅ͬͤ͗̾͑ͮͬ͑̀͢͠y̪̭̭̹͉ͦ͊ͩ̊̋̾ͨ,̬̺̗̜̻̙̘̩͙͆̇̾̀ ̦͈͉͇̮̫ͫ̾m̤̣͇̰͌͒ͮ̆y̷̭̪̠̗̗̜̤̖̫ͥ̂̃̾ͥ̎͛̕,́͆ͧ̒ͬͫ͠҉̦̥͖̙̭̺͜ ̄ͫ̐ͫ͗̚͢͝͏̪̲̻̦̰͔͖ẁ̳̾ͮ̾̀͟ĥ̯̲̠̿ͭͥa͎̙̖͇̰̬̲̯̋̄t̵͚̮͐̈̓̌͘ ̍̑̆҉̜̬͔̺̠lͨ̋҉̸̭̠̰̳͖̭ơ̦̝͋̆͒ͤ̔̃v̳̘͓̘͕ͨͣ̒ͦ͠e̯̯̖̯̖͚̊̋̀̈̆͒ḷ̡̖͍̦̣̽̀́ŷ̛̫̰͛͆ͨ̎ͤ̍́,̵̡̳̱̻͖̮ͦ͛̄̄ ̸̹͉̝ͪ͋ͩͮ̊̍̈͜d̠͎̺ͪ͆̍̂̾̋̀͠͠e̱̰͕͕̺̹̊̽̽ͥ͂̆ͤl͙̲̰̬̽̊͢e̶̲͔̣͖̙̭̾́c̡͚̗̥̯̺̻̉ͩ̍̇́̉̍̒̈t̵̶̻̜͈̲̙̣͔̪̝ͪ͛ͤ̔̋a͍̖̲͕̙͙̹̅̀b͈͉̺̺̝ͩ̽̔̑̿ͥͣ̋̍͘l̸͇͔͍͖̫̾̽̀ͦë͈͖̪́͂ͯͦ̎̽̽̚-̫͔͕̟̥͚̰̼ͦ͗͌ͯͅļ̻̼͙̯̮̼̜̯͐ͬ̉ͣ̐̄ͅȏ̶̺̰̺̞̅͋͊̽̚͘o͈̗̦̰͈͚͆̒k̛̠̹̺̰̤̱̹͆͊̿i̶͖̗̙̼̙̳̤̖͛̆̕n̸̞̹̊ͤͬ̏'̢̥͓́̄̇͒͒ͅ ̢̡̗͉͈̤̼̦̾ͧͥ̎ͣ͠ĕ̢̥͈̮̩̬̤̏ͦ̐̒̆͑̚̚͜ ̝̪̄̽͊ỷ̸͚̱̣̭̮͍̩̋ ̸̢͓̰̱̲̻̼̀̃̋̓̓́ͤ̉͡e̸̽̅͋͛͆͏͕̘͇͕͢ ͉̦ͭ̾̓̎͟ṡ̷̹͇ ͉͈ͯ̉̑ͣ̐̅͂͞y̒̀ͯ҉͉̠̞͉͇͙̤̪͘ô͈̭͌̽͜u̲̰̠͕͊̃̌͂ ͓̦͎̥̻̅ͯͭͫ̋̓̉ͨ͂̀͟ḧ̻̥̯̜̗̝́ͯ́a̳̦̱̻̪̣̭ͯ͆ͭ̚ͅv̷̡̺̱̠͎̜̹̫͖̤̐̑̒e̷̹̫̹̞̮̮̾͗̋̾̽͋̌ͯ̇͠.̸͔̥͈̻͎̄͋ͅ.̌ͪ͗͞͏͍̣̮̺̜.͈̫̦̯̳̝̽

Finished copy of Nathair, w/o his Septic Eye.
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Designed by the current horror menace that is Antisepticeye. Which is currently taking @therealjacksepticeye‘s body over. 

God, coloring that thing took ages.

Fairy Dragon

Name: Faerie Dragon, Fairy Dragon

Type: Fictional

Region: America

Description: Faerie Dragons are often shown as dragons with insect wings, especially butterfly wings.

Myth: N/A

Facts:

  • Fairy Dragons are a purely fictional variety of dragon, originally created by D&D. Since then, however, they have appeared in various works of fiction.
    • In D&D they are cat-sized dragons with fairy wings. They are mischievous, but typically Chaotic Good in alignment. Nathair Sgiathach is a Faerie Dragon deiry, and the deity Hlal is also depicted as a Faerie Dragon from time to time.
    • In WoW Faerie Dragons are not classified as true Dragons, though some are considered Dragonkin. They resemble lizards with butterfly-like wings.
    • In Dracopedia the Feydragons are small, insect-like dragons often patterned like butterflies.
    • The Sparklings of Lady Trent, small in size and mistaken for insects, may be a reference to these dragons.
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Brigid (or Bride, Brigit, Brigantia) is an Irish goddess of fire, maternity, spring, smithery, healing and poetry. She was so loved by the ancient Pagans of Ireland that even the Christianisation could not wipe her out, and so the Church made her a saint. To this day, St Brigid’s feast is held during the period of Imbolc.

Brigid is often revered as a Great Mother goddess, although she was originally depicted as a triple goddess of three sisters, a poet, a healer and a smith. Her animal symbols are milk-bearing creatures such as cows and ewes. She is the daughter of Morrighan and the Dagda, and of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Her attempt to bring peace between her people and the Formorians through marriage to one, Bres, failed, and their son was killed.

In Kildare, the remains of St Brigid’s well tell a tale of the priestesses (and later, nuns) who used to fiercely guard the flame of their goddess, which was kept burning day and night, until the Church eradicated the practice.

Brigid is a goddess of both war and peace, motherly love and despair, and the fires of inspiration, of warmth, and of the forge.

‘Thig an nathair as an toll
Là donn Brìde,
Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd
Air leac an làir.’

Draconic Emissary || Joseph x Drake

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One of Drake’s favourite parts of being king was traveling to other kingdoms to extend the greetings of Nathair or simply see how dragons live in other worlds.  The portal Landilizandra had built between her world and Drake’s had furthered the reach of his diplomacy and now he stepped through on his way to visit yet another draconic kingdom.  

He knew very little about the one he was going to meet, only that he was to look for a man named Joseph who would be his guide during his visit.  Stepping through, Drake looked around, curious how he would know the man with only a name to go by. 

I heard a clamour… a sound like bones falling down a chimney, mixed with the rumble of swollen autumn rivers… it started quiet, like white noise, then grew til I was afraid the walls would start to fall around me

But it wasn’t the walls that fell, it was the ground that rose

The knots in the old wooden floorboards twisted and popped like corks - and the skulls emerged. They couldn’t come through fast enough, it was as though there was some great pressure behind them. One after another the meikle abdabs poured through the holes they made, with the corvies chattering and the nathair gnashing and the cat sith howling and the moosies muttering, I could do nothing to stop them as they filled my home

Such speed they came! Faster and faster, one after another in all the colours you could think of! Rust and white, brown and bone, black as night and white as the moon.

The pressure increased and with a crack my floor could take no more, the hole from which the meikle abdabs poured shivered… then burst! Splinters and dust flew everywhere and from the rent came muckle abdabs - batdabs flew into the air yammering and chattering excitedly, caberfeidh with their guttural roars, the Cerberus chasing the cat sith, ruda clambering out with their deep, hollow moans

I yelled and jumped to escape the invasion but they swarmed over me, their little boney feet jabbing and stabbing, I fell backwards as I felt a pic clamp down on my hand, then a batdab on my neck, a corvie on my face and suddenly I was covered in writhing, screaming, biting abdabs

I was consumed by the abdabs one tiny mouthful at a time and now my bones rest with theirs. They use my rib cage as a temple, my skull as an alter and they spend their days waiting… Waiting for another taste of human flesh…

In death I have come to love them, I help them find their way from my home - individually they are full of character and easy to contain, it’s when they come together in a hoard… and feel the Halloween night close… that they gather together to feast again…

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I think I know where Antisepticeye began...

Remember Fran Bow? That one game with the insanity, and the goat demon?

And how most of the characters had high voices?

Remember how Fran’s eyes bled?

I have a conclusion.

Antisepticeye is the Goat demon that tormented Fran Bow, and now he transformed into Antisepticeye, to torment Jack and us.

Further Info!

Me and Turquoise have been talking- yes, we are the Alter-ego theorists– 

And apparently, the Demon that tormented Fran Bow is much like Bocánach, which by further inspection, is a goat-like demon or supernatural being that haunted the battlefield. It’s an irish myth, and the fact that Jack also posted a video that taught us of Irish slang- quite informative, honestly, I need that book, I love the Irish folk-… The fact that the kids in the Mental Institute had high pitched voices voiced by Jack, but the demon had a deeper pitch in his true form, I believe that the creature has possessed Jack somehow from that game, and has been gaining the energy from him to rise as Antisepticeye.

Remor/The Terrible Black= Antisepticeye

And if my calculations are right with the whole ‘Snake room/anti-left’ thing, he also adapted some OC versions of himself.

Specifically Nathair, which actually means ‘Serpent’ in Irish.

So… What does this mean?

Anti is a Demon, who is from a horror game who might trap us in insanity.

“None could ever imagine the Lizalfos’ surprise when he took notice of the Naga looming over him. He couldn’t quite decide how to react. Was it really a surprise that such a creature could find it’s way into Astoria? He didn’t think so…But never had he seen a Naga that didn’t attack anything living in it’s path. This…This was something quite unique, that he knew. He’d seen a large male of the serpentine species and he’d lived to tell the tale.”

Suddenly I felt like illustrating an Astoria RP moment. So have Rise’s character meeting my Nathair!
I have no idea how this took a slightly romantic look…Must be the lighting…And the snow.