#faeoc

[goat-s0ng]

[ MOSS KING ] Officially gonna start posting art here uwu Since I frequent this place too much not to. Anywho, woe, fae twink be upon ye (Iver)

[sweeterthanmysketches]

A Bookworm & An Angel [Art Fight 2020]

Adelaide for @lanternlightfae & Atara for rainncloud on Art Fight

The theme for 2020 seemed to be doing a lot of ruffles and repeated details, like feathers. I used the colorize tool to add some life into that Atara artwork, which was fun.

[anivaangel]

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Don't touch Tori's coffee (also, go check out my book). #Tori #faeriecosplay #faeoc #cosplay #cosplayersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #yaauthor #yaauthorsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CVdaEBZjs0v/?utm_medium=tumblr

[haikumaven]

What are you wearing for Halloween?? 🎃👻💀🖤 I put this dark fae look together from Hot Topic items! _ Horns, wings, dress, and tights from @hottopic _ #htfandom #htfanatic #halloweenforever #halloween #sponsoredbyht #hottopic #Halloweencostume #fae #fairy #darkfae #darkfairy #oc #faeoc #purple #wings #horns #costume #Halloweenlooks #makeup #halloweenisforever #faefolk https://www.instagram.com/p/CVJ7Q8YADt2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[capricornrabies]

A Fae captain oc from my friend’s (@valkyrieofthehighfae ) species. It’s very well written and a beautiful world build

[the-bardiest-bard]

A/N: this is bad. I know it Is. But fuck it.

Lost in a Crowd

Black cats were not always unlucky, in fact really all they are is just cats with black fur, however over hundreds of years they have garnered a reputation to bring bad luck onto a family, the way that happened? A long time ago when Britain was still Albion and the fae were wild and free, there was a fae named Roisin. Not that her name would give you any power over her now, she has long since abandoned such monikers, she would glamour as a black cat looking quite skinny and pitiful and humans would take her in.

 Strange things would befall these foolish mortals, things would go missing. People wouldn't wake up on time, and then children began to be spirited away, only to be returned a few days later not too worse for ware, they would kick the cat out and the trouble would stop and Roisin would find the next family to feed her, and so the cycle continued on until it became superstition and habit for the people of Albion that black cats brought misfortune on all households.

 But our story does not truly begin there, no our story begins on one such day after Roisin had been thrown out by the scruff once again, she slunk into the shadows removing her glamour in a huff. 

She was a young scrawny thing, wings still too small to carry her in flight, her skin was a blue grey with very little colour to it and her hair a tousled mop of white falling into her eyes and just brushing her shoulders, her eyes and wings were where her colour truly shone. Her eyes a kaleidoscope of colour; greens, reds, blues and pinks that clash and sparkle brightly with mischief  and wings that were as though made of stained glass each segment glittering as light danced upon it. 

She was brushing the dirt off of herself when she heard it first, the beginnings of cheers. Not human cheers no, but the cheers of the fae. The fae realm was layered over the human one, and often the two would bleed into one another, just touching, and the walls between them would become thin. Mortals would witness the fae world if only shimmering as a mirage and the fae could travel back and forth between these openings.

‘Some kind of celebration’ Roisin had thought. Normally unseelie weren’t welcome at these kinds of gatherings, and whilst Roisin wasn’t fully an unseelie fae she was a far cry from being welcome in the kind seelie courts. However Roisin was not one to follow rules and off she ran to witness the parade, maybe there would be something glittering and shiny to take, something colourful to add to her ever growing horde. She had to push through crowds of fae to get near the front and even then the royal guards were there holding people back, a royal procession, Roisin had never seen one before only heard of the time when the royalty of the fae, King Oberon and Queen Titania would host a parade along with their children. The youngest of her brood was Artair, probably 10 years younger or so than Roisin herself who was nearing her first century. He had his mothers flowing golden locks in small curls framing his face with pointed almost elvish ears and his fathers’ piercing green eyes. He sat straight and serene, his face locked in an expression of calm and pride.

Roisin had never seen such a mesmerising person, she had heard of the royal family and their beauty but she had never quite imagined it would be like this, she stood mouth agape as the parade began to travel on before shaking back to herself. For once she wanted to be seen by the seelie, something in her knew she had to speak with him, know him. So she ran after the parade, dodging between guards and disgruntled onlookers alike, as she began to call his name. Over the din of the crowd she was sure he couldn’t hear until their eyes locked together. She wasn’t sure what to do, here this person was looking at her, seen by the seelie by this enchanting and amazing person, so she did the thing that first came to her mind. She bowed. 

Artair looked on shocked by such a strange person, not too clean, small and skinny but had still darted between the guards just to see him, and had bowed. It broke the hardened exterior he was trying to keep up and then, he smiled. That was when the guards managed to snag her and pull her to the side away from the crowd. The parade travelled on, with the sun glinting in his eyes she was gone. He wondered if he would ever see the strange fae again, she seemed like she might be nice. 

Roisin pulled to the side by the guards was swiftly reprimanded, reminded of her place as “not one of the Seelie” and sent on her way with a serious warning not to approach the royal family so casually. A part of her she strongly denied wanted to hate the royal family. Their position of privilege and ease of living something she would likely never experience.

Decades and centuries passed, Roisin continued to steal and to beg and to con and trick as every fae often did. Although she never forgot that day lost in the crowd with the heat and the sun and the boy. Things in the courts had begun to get heated, the unseelie, tired of their second class treatment had begun to rise up and they led a rebellion, Roisin who had never exactly been welcome in either camp did her best to survive as the civil war tore the fae apart until there was the big push to the fae capital, overlaid over what was now proudly called London the fae capital was a sight to behold, it had it’s gutters and it’s alleys but when you looked up you could see the imperial palace and the noble houses just beneath. However as an unseelie army marched through the streets cutting down those who opposed them with beasts of nightmare and legend Roisin hid. She noticed some of the younger fae, perhaps not even a decade old cowering hiding in one of the many alleyways where the unseelie were getting close and she took a breath “Hey!” she yelled “Over here! Hey dickhead!” that had them turning and looking, taking their attention away from the younglings for just a moment “that’s right I’m talking to you, what? You only want to fight civilians? Can’t take a real challenge? You’re just cowards!” that had them chasing her.

Whilst Roisin was by no means a weak fae, she was not a foolish one, she knew that in a fight the odds certainly weren’t in her favour, and so she ran, using her time on the capital’s streets growing up to find the best place to hide and wait for this all to blow over. Which is when she saw something she never thought she would see, a boy, mop of golden hair now cut shorter more neat, and boy wasn’t the right word anymore, it was man, but the same piercing green eyes as he hid cowering in a gutter his fancy royal clothes now ruined. So she stopped, and hid beside him as the unseelie ran past. “T-they stormed the palace.. I ran bu-” Roisin covered his mouth quickly as more Unseelie ran by. Searching for the escaped prince, “Come with me” she whispered “I’ll get you out of here, to the human world. It’ll buy us some time till things quiet down”. He nodded. Innocence and fear clouding his eyes, this boy had clearly never seen the real world. Just the sheltered palace life, he wouldn't survive 10 minutes on his own. She took Artaire’s hand and started leading him, the way only a street rat would know  through every little nook and cranny and perfect hiding space before, slipping through the tear into the human world. 

[henrietta-ocs]

Character: Cordelia Cotton Species: Fae Age: 23 Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Occupation: Ferry Runner By: Gen

Biography

She traveled a lot and doesn’t have much memory from her childhood. She ended up in Henrietta and joining the godmother ferry.

Personality

Feral, with a capital F. Too much energy and not enough space! She will freak you out and then offer a muffin.

[sparrowatheart]

Quix is TROUBLE. He’s every bit a Fae, mischievous, glittery, flamboyant, stubborn... #FaeQuix #Cosplay #faerieworlds #Cosplayer #CaledoniaCalls #Tiktok #Videos #Fae #originalcharacter #faeoc #sparrowatheartcosplay #sparrowatheartoc https://www.instagram.com/p/B1qX5EFHMmb/?igshid=1rzv1py511aot

[leroel]

'pastries' Featuring the faery queen ^^ I kind of ran out of time, so this is kind of in a 'sketch with fun features' stage. I neither paid attention to anatomy nor used any reference so pls excuse that 😬😁 @itslopez #Witchtober list • • • #witchaesthetic #witchtober2020 #fae #faery #faecharacter #faeoc #fairyoc #fairyqueen #fairycore #folktales #folkloreandfairytales #fairyforest #picnic #forestcore #inktober2020 #pastryart #faun #satyr #ocart #characterart #charactersketch #sketchbook #witchart #mythicalcreatures #supernaturalart #fairyart #elfart #elvenqueen #elvenforest (at Fairy forest) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGhZYpLDNwy/?igshid=au9dyt21429r

[wherethemedowsgrow]

Poppy always tells her animal friends good morning.

[goat-s0ng]

[ GREEN APPLE EYES ] Etieene Portrait redraw from a little bit ago!

[therubyjailcell]

Here's the introduction video of the character!

drew one of my friends' OCs, Alikris. He's an Elf Orc, and the property of CCRProductions (on Instagram, on YouTube, on TikTok). I'll rb the post w a link to his introduction video!

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Gen Taglist:

@my-analogical-romance @creativity-killed-thekitten @ollyollyoxinfree @sweetsweetemo @emologan @croftered-with-jam @complete-garbadge

[anivaangel]

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That's the fifth time Daisy's woken her up. #Tori #faeriecosplay #faeoc #occosplay #cosplay https://www.instagram.com/p/CVLlpJMjRz3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[beetech-blog]

Mactan-Cebu International Airport Terminal 2 https://www.instagram.com/p/BpQtM-fAeoc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10weegank5ycj

[henrietta-ocs]

Character: Mabel Collins Species: Fae Age: 27 Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Occupation: Ferry Runner By: Amp

Biography

Born on the Oregon coast, Mabel Collins spent every waking moment she could outdoors for as long as she could remember. She was completely fascinated with the miracle of nature: from the migrating habits of monarch butterflies, to the mysteries of what lies in the deepest corners of the ocean. Her parents raised and nurtured her affinity, and by the time Mabel was sixteen,she was completely devoted to spending her life defending the earth and being a voice for the creatures that could not speak for themselves. She graduated college at twenty with degrees in environmental science and policy, and immediately began work with a non-profit company for marine conservation.

At age twenty-one, she met Kyle Gardner and the two married before setting off to Brazil to protest the deforestation of the Amazon. For nearly five years Mabel thought she had the perfect life. She had a career she loved, with a man who loved her completely...Or so she thought.

Her life snowballed out of control in a matter of months. It began when Mabel found Kyle in bed with an undergrad student interning with their company from the local college. In a fit of fury, she kicked him to the curb and burned his belongings. Before long she couldn’t bear to be in the house they’d made in California for another second. She signed on with a new project working to clean garbage out of the ocean.

A week before she was to depart for foreign waters, Mabel was arrested for protesting government drilling on indigenous land. A small act of defiance on her part had incited a riot, accompanied by felony charges. Despite an outpouring of support from the public, she was no match for a corporate legal team. She plead guilty in exchange for the felony charge being dropped, but her dreams of sailing foreign seas and cleaning up the ocean were done. 

She needed to disappear. Whether it was fate or something else entirely that brought Mabel to Henrietta, Texas she will never know. What she did know that a secluded island in the middle of the lake where no man dared to tread sounded like exactly what she needed. After legally dropping her last name, Mabel fashioned herself after the naiads: river guardians from old myths and legends. With a new identity in place, she moved to Murkwood and took a job on the Godmother Ferry. Maybe it wasn’t sailing the world like she’d dreamed, but Mabel would make the most of it.

Personality

She’s very “passionate” about nature. And while intrigues some, it leaves many of the Henrietta locals with a sour taste in their mouths when she tells them everything they could be doing to protect the earth from the dangers of “man.”

[anivaangel]

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