#oregon ren faire

[psychodragon7]

Renaissance faire was a blast!

but it seems sun got captured by the fairy smashers being mistaken as a fairy.

[houndsister]

did someone say ren faire?

[comicdiaries]

Nova is my idol now, and not just because of all her amazing jokes about how big her muscles are.

[clockworkandcupcakes]

I did my first femme garb for the Renaissance Faire this year!!! Didn't have time to finish an underskirt so the skirt is real flat, but a good starting point that I can add to!

It was fantasy and fairy tale weekend, so I was a tiefling warlock. I definitely miss the SoCal Ren Faire, but I still had fun!

[windycarnage]

oh lei, oh lai, oh lord!

Dont ask why there's a weird line... it was only supposed to be a draft lol

[y0uc4n7kn0w]

June Update! Oregon Renaissance Faire 2024

We were invited to hang out with some friends at a Ren Faire! And wow did we learn a lot haha. So we certainly underestimated a few things about the Renaissance Faire world. Given we had gone to a smaller one back in September for Star’s Bday. We experienced a lot more this time about the logistics of ticket sales and the difference between Patrons, Cast & Crew. This will be some of a 101 for…

[rage-claw]

shout out to the genius i watched immediately get kicked out of ren faire for pulling a full bottle of wine out of his backpack directly in front of an alcohol monitor just standing there just watching him like art thou shitting me motherfucker

[starkmartell]

I had a blast at Ren Faire this year 🥰

[archerinventive]

The first weekend of Oregon Renaissance Faire is complete!

Thank you to all who came out to watch the Ignition Fire Troupe show. :)

I only managed to snag a couple photos. Mostly of me trying to hide from the sun, the adorable falcon from Raptor Events, and a closeup look at my new fire breathing outfit, but it was a fun, fantasy filled weekend spent with some amazing friends.

Can't wait to do it all again this week!

Wishing you all a wonderful week. Stay cool. :)

[bakedbakermom]

took the kiddo to her first ren faire today! highlights included:

met a plague nurse straight off the bat (kiddo is obsessed) and she gave her a little potion bottle trinket to protect us from plague.

kiddo got to hold a falcon!!!

we landed in the scottish section for the joust purely by accident and our knight rocked the whole show. shockingly tan for a scotsman, wearing nothing but a kilt, and so ripped that the crowd was cheering "pecs! pecs! pecs!" each time he rode by.

kiddo got a flower favor from him!

i finally found a cute skirt and, as advertized, "it hath pockets!"

met a guy whose troupe was in the ren fair episode of house and supplied costumes for several of the extras.

cat and rat circus was hilarious and obviously the cats did not behave.

the king bowed to the child, it was so cute.

we found the wax dragon vendor again!!! we got one from her like 10 years ago and then my dad broke it so now we can finally forgive him. also she's the 4th generation wax dragon lady in her family who started doing it during the depression to make money so, very cool.

met a fellow mermaid, always a delight.

kiddo says it was the best day ever of her whole entire life and now she wants to make it a family tradition. i would be delighted.

[jazmatazzzzzz]

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MY BOYS <3

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A sweet Wolf Pup !

[catastrfy]

Oregon Ren Faire has first openly queer monarch!

text reads: "Today we made history in every way. As of today The Oregon Renaissance Faire is the first Renaissance Faire with an openly queer monarch or put another way, portrayed historically accurately. The audible joy from the audience at front gate when they realized what we were doing was contagious. I couldn't be more proud of my small but mighty court, my amazing king and his favorite, my nobles and Knights. Tomorrow we get to wake up and do it all again. Happy Pride." (and is from the personal facebook of the entertainment director at the faire)

[goodluckclove]

Working on Migration Patterns. You all remember Jeff, the massive, transmasc, aroace firefighter that owns a home in Nebraska? I just wrote the cutest interaction revealing how fucking weird this guy is and I just had to share it. Enjoy!

Jeff was a massive, lightly-snoring figure, fast asleep in bed when Katy creaked open the bedroom door. She partially expected him to still be curled up in the way he used to be back when they shared a room together, but the guy was essentially face-down. Just a big slab of man-meat tossed onto the sensible, full-sized mattress.

She tip toed around the vicinity of the room, past the framed B-52 posters and Ren Faire collectibles. Standing beside her brother’s bed, watching his expression shift in sleep, Katy wondered the best way to approach this.

“Hey,” she said, speaking at full volume.

Her brother shifted, twisting his face, but didn’t fully wake up. A soft hand being her weakest quality, Katy stepped forward and began lightly patting Jeff on the cheek. He grimaced again, suddenly putting on a very stern face even though his eyes were still clenched shut.

“Fire Department,” he called out in a gruff voice.

Katy’s eyes widened a moment before settling quickly.

“Yes, buddy,” she cooed, “you work for the Fire Department.”

As soon as she said that Jeff forced open his eyes and blinked at Katy unsteadily. “Kitty?” He murmured blearily.

“Hi. Wanna piss off some wizards?”

He sat up in bed, revealing more of the red flannel pajamas he wore. His hair was mussed, flattened on the side where his head hit the pillow. Jeff rubbed a hand across his face and let out an inquisitive murmur.

“I need you to drive me to the coast,” Katy said.

“What?”

“My best friend’s birthday is next Thursday so I need you to drive me to Oregon right now so I can be there.”

Jeff furrowed his brow. “...What?”

She could tell he was unconvinced on the importance of her mission. Or maybe he was trying to see if he was still in the middle of a dream. Then he sat up straighter and fixed his hair, sighing softly and looking across the darkness of his bedroom.

“Aren’t you – in danger?”

“Maybe. But who isn’t, these days?”

Her attempt at humor didn’t land the way she wanted it to. Jeff eyed her wearily, likely unsure what to make of her wide eyes and too-eager smile.

“Oregon?” He repeated dubiously.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

“That’s a big ask, Kitty.”

She felt her smile falter. Because it was a big ask, wasn’t it? Jeff had a whole life here, had connections with Dean and the local Academy. He might face trouble at his job. He told her the other day that he bought this house, which meant he had an actual mortgage and other grown up obligations. So was she really asking him to drop all that and go on a road trip that might invoke the rage of far more powerful individuals?

“No…” Katy sighed, shoulders slumping. “No, you’re right. Never mind.”

“You wanna’ come to the station with me tomorrow? We can go early and I’ll make you pancakes.”

“I can’t. I have to go,” Katy tried to put on a cheerful demeanor that didn’t fit well at all. “I’ll call a taxi to the train station. It was really good to see you, Jeff – what are you doing?”

Jeff swing his legs over the side of the bed and stretched out his back with a yawn. Then he stood and started pulling some clothes from the drawers of his dresser across the room. Katy watched, increasingly distressed.

“No, Jeff,” she insisted. “I’ll be fine. It’s only a two-day train trip.”

“Your guards interrogate everyone that comes to the door. My mailman is unhappy with me. They’re not going to let a taxi pull up without question.”

“It’s stupid. I’m doing something stupid.”

Her brother stood and faced her, holding two pairs of folded Dockers against his chest. “Yes,” he said. “You are.”

Katy didn’t have much room to pace the way she wanted to, so she settled for leaning back against the wall. “You can just drive me to the train station, then.”

“No,” Jeff yawned and tucked the neat pile of clothes into a messenger bag at the foot of his bed. “I’m driving you to Oregon.”

“I’m not running away again, Jeff. I’ll still call you. I want to be in your life again.”

He smiled sleepily. “I know. That’s why I’m going to help you.”

They stood, facing each other, for a short while of awkward silence. Katy didn’t know how to bare it, this gentle love, this unquestioned support and open adoration. She pressed her lips tight together until the corners of her mouth started to ache.

Jeff slung the bag over his shoulder and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Remember when I scraped Dad’s Caravan pulling into the garage right after I got my permit?”

Boy, did Katy remember. Her Dad adored that ugly, pea-green Dodge Caravan, treating the mini-van like other men would treat a vintage sports car. He claimed the large dent and gaping wound in the paint job didn’t bother him, but after the family ate dinner Katy found him standing outside the garage just staring at it through the open door.

Seeing the defeated slope in his shoulders still made her shiver.

“You said you’d take the blame for me,” Jeff spoke, his voice a little softer. “And when I’d ask what I could do to pay you back you said you’d decide later,” his own shoulders broadened, and his head rose confidently. “Well, I’m deciding for you. It’s time for me to pay you back.”

“This is not a proportional response to what I did for you,” Katy whispered.

“Tough. You coming?”

“I didn’t even get grounded, Jeff.”

“Do you think it’s a crime if I shoulder check that tall Birthright who doesn’t talk? I’m really strong now. I bet if I do it it’d buy us time to escape.”

What horror to realize that your younger sibling is, in fact, just as insane as you are. Jeff may own property, he may have neat clothes and normal friends and a fridge well-stocked with healthy snacks – but underneath that Midwestern exterior was something subversive and distinctly goblin-esque. It was beautiful to see. It made her feel that, at nearly thirty-three years old, her mother would still find a way to barge in and chide her for her terrible influence.

“They have a gun, Jeff,” Katy said. “They were in the military.”

If Jeff thought about that with any sense of realism, it did not show in their expression. “I would probably kick their knees,” they concluded. “I’m very good at kicking.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

[kyokyo866]

Went to the Oregon Ren Faire and saw Cirque Du Sewer, and caught this wonderful act from Malaise the Rat

Happy Pride everyone!

[rage-claw]

oregon ren faire this weekend motherfuckers B] if you see me say hi!

[killersbabe]

I keep hitting the spam filter on my Ren faire subreddit for some reason so I will share here with you: my elven queen look for Oregon Ren Faire this weekend!