#delilah(oc)

[birdd6565]

So when I saw this song, yeah it fits.

Delilah!! My oc delilah!! I'll maybe explain under the cut :3

Delilah, my scarred demon OC who hates herself and uses illusion magic/shapeshifting to pretend to be an angel, someone who absolutely isn't her, just happens to share a name with her. She doesn't want anyone to know her. She knows people dont know the real her, her core, "knowing" people would hate her if they did. (How can she be liked if herself doesn't?)

Delilah likes stargazing btw (and has postive connections with a star god who dubiously canon to me)

So when I saw this song, i knew it fit with Delilah, especially the line in question, because Delilah always wants to hide herself, her core. So well, Delilah's true self is shown through the words, while everything else is her masked "perfect" self.

[lucytherandomfurry]

Junicorn day 13

NEW OC ALERT !!!

Oh and Audrey is here also same with one of the roaches

(please click on photos for better quality)

A bit more up close

Even more up close

I have a few more up close photos on the eyes but I ran out of photo room so I'll have to post those separately

Bonus Audrey and 🪳 for those that sticked around c:

Work in progress stuff under keep reading

It's finally finished I've been working on this on and off since I finished my dragon look outside oc

I'm surprised it didn't take that long it just was annoying to work on because digital art always makes things feel like forever I have to stop frequently sometimes it hurts my wrists but it's worth it

That and the fact I was being a dumbass when I first added the Sketch image in meaning that I had to erase all the background and whatever was between the lines I don't know if I'm describing this correctly but just know it was pain

when I could have just put a layer over it and not had to worry about that at all so that was pain

Oh and also this artwork was a long time coming even before I worked on it digitally oh and here's the OG sketches from before I did the rest digitally

Yeah at this stage there was a lot of confusion on where to put things and refine what

Up close on faces and oh hi Audrey c: Audrey .I love Audrey I need to make more sketches of Audrey she's great same with Jeanne but I want to do them Justice meaning it'd probably take me forever but it would be worth it

[codyis-not-cool]

been busy so i don't have any new drawings so have this thing i made on ms paint

i found the template on pinterest idk who originally made it :(

sorry the quality is so godsawful

[the-last-quest]

Day 8 Formal Wear! 🤵

[birdielionheart]

Morgan, the bane of macchiatos everywhere, is not a fan of being confined so closely with a certain someone who may or may not have casually tortured her. I did this commission for some friends’ discord RP.

Morgan belongs to @frosen-in-time Delilah belongs to zombieoctopii

[detnuah]

jester + some doodles of keys + delilah

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

High Lord/Lady New Generation HCs

Lebro-High Lord of the Day Court:

Lebro is Helion’s younger cousin. He’s on his dad’s side and was chosen to carry the new legacy of the Day court. He’s really shy and wants to form a friendship with the other High Lords and Ladies. He doesn’t like to get into fights and is found mostly in the library reading. He’s 15 years old.

Delilah-High Lady of the Dawn Court:

Delilah is Thesan’s niece. She’s on his mom’s side and was also chosen for the job. She wanted to help others who can’t help themselves. At first she didn’t like the idea of being High Lady but she gotten use to it after a while. Is the one who tries to stop the fight but most likely be the one to cause it. She’s 17 years old.

Nyx-High Lord of the Night Court:

Nyx is Rhysand’s son (yeah yeah yeah, we knew that). He prefers to be called Nyx Archeron. He was scared to be a High Lord because he was afraid to let his father down. But after some support from his cousins and siblings, he was more ready than ever. He’s the one that loves to fight even when angry but hopes to fight people he doesn’t care about. Also more likely to be the one that throws the first punch. He’s 16 years old.

Ester-High Lady of the Dusk Court:

She’s my Oc btw. Her previous home was invaded during the war of Hybern. She also lost her father in the war. Her mother died a week later out of sadness for loosing her mate. She wanted to make a difference for her people by becoming their first High Lady. Tambria (Tamlin’s daughter) helped her choose the name. “Dusk Court. It feels like it’s over but a close of light is still in the clear.”-Tambria. Ester is the first one to be selected so she helps the others become great High Lords and Ladies one day. Is the mother hen of the group. Most likely to try to help break up a fight. She’s 18 years old.

Kronos-High Lord of the Winter Court:

Kronos is Kallias’s son. He’s a high fae who looks like his mother but has white hair. He has an ice cold temper. When he gets angry, he can freeze the entire room with just a thought. Sometimes he wouldn’t even known he’d done it until someone tells him that it’s too cold. He cares about the other courts though so he’s a nice guy. Is the one that gets in trouble the most. Also, is likely to be the guy that encourages the fight. He’s 16 years old.

Tambria-High Lady of the Spring Court:

She’s NOTHING like her father. Completely different aside from the shape-shifting. When her mother conceived her, she was distraught but she took care of her as her own. When she found out she was royalty, she was ashamed and hateful towards Tamlin. Because of all the horrible things he’d down. She ran into forest out of sadness and met Regina (Feysand’s Daughter) who helped her bring her court to justice. She is the second mother hen to the children. Is the one that will be in the cheering section of the fight. She is 18 years old

Umbris-High Lord of the Summer Court:

Umbris is Tarquin’s adoptive son. He was half Illryian and half fae which is why his wings were short and his ears were pointy. He wasn’t actually born into royalty but was saved by Tarquin from an abusive home. He was able to file the charges, he arrested his parents and the two of them became a family. He never had friends of his own so Lebro and him hit it off right away. Umbris is the one that takes chances while Lebro has to talk him out of it. Well, sometimes. Umbris is the one that jumps into the fight without caring about the consequences. He’s 15 years old.

Rachel-High Lady of the Autumn Court:

She was raised within the Autumn walls. She was made to be ruthless and selfish. But when she’s in a room full of other High Lords and Ladies, she couldn’t help but wonder if she could have a chance. She was mean at first, but she began to trust the others and is friends with Delilah. Though she tries not to admit it so much. She is the one who ignores the fight and is just not into it. She doesn’t even care. She’s 16 years old.

[madderofhatter]

Far Longer than Forever

On the morning of the second curse, Jefferson woke feeling like he’d been sleeping on a cloud. A very clean and crisp cloud, if that were possible. He eyed his plush mattress covered generously with the Vera Wang sheets and comforter. It was the same damn bed he’d had for the past twenty eight years and never felt it was anything too remarkable. Why now did he feel like it was the first time in a long time he’d slept there. Weird. He didn’t recall actually going to bed the night before either.

He dismissed the bothersome thoughts of being displaced as unimportant. The light snow falling outside caught his eye and Jefferson paused, staring out the window. Wasn’t it late-May? A late snow then? Not too odd for Maine, after all.

Turning from the window, his thoughts busy on what to make Grace for breakfast, he left the room barefoot. Rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye, his hand reached for Grace’s doorknob. A memory struck then and he froze. 

Pan’s curse. And then Regina’s counter curse. Purple smoke enveloping the entire town as they all stood in the street, completely helpless as Emma, the ‘savior’ drove away in her yellow Bug. Grace’s face turned toward Jefferson’s chest as he hugged her tight as if he could possibly protect her.

Shouldn’t they have woken in the Enchanted Forest. Jefferson looked around himself. Yes, he was home in the mansion. Odd. But that was a hell of a relief, wasn’t it?

Gripping the doorknob, he turned it to find the room dark, but enough light filtered in through the gap in the heavy curtain. What he saw wasn’t correct. He rubbed the other eye. Surely his eyes hadn’t adjusted from sleep yet. “Grace?” His voice echoed in the empty room. 

Blinking a few times did nothing to dispel the disbelief. Surely, another blink or three would produce the visage he expected. Grace, in her room. But he didn’t actually recall putting her to bed the previous night. Hell, he couldn’t remember the night at all--just the curse approaching. “GRACE!” he shouted, turning and sprinting down the hall to the next room. 

Bang! The door slammed against the wall. Empty. The next room was the studio. The chilling atmosphere of cool lighting shone on shelves of tophats, but his eyes glazed over them. Grace wasn’t in there either. Where was her bed? Her furniture? Her stuffed bunny! 

Gone. Again. Regina had cursed the town again! Of course, they’d all fallen for her gesture to save them all. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, closing his eyes as he stepped backwards until his heels hit the wainscoting. Slowly, he slid down to the floor. 

But the sound of a light tinkling against the window reminded him of the icy snow falling. 

His eyes snapped open and he jumped up to look out the window. The trees were bare of any leaves. That was unusual. They should all have the beginning buds of leaves growing in the Spring even if a late snow occurred. What the hell was going on? It was as if he’d lost a huge gap in time! 

Concluding that Regina’s curse had not only wiped out his memory of the entire summer and potentially the fall, he also didn’t know where Grace was. Their home showed no evidence that his daughter had been back for the past few months. Shouldn’t he remember? He always knew. Always remembered. That was his curse. No. His curse was losing Grace, because he was certain that somehow it had happened again. 

--

The streets in town were busy with cars and people. It must be a weekend, he concluded. Kids weren’t in school, many adults weren’t working. The people were preparing for something. Maybe Miner’s Day was approaching. Was it actually that late in the year already? How many months had he lost? Not just he, but everyone. 

The chill in the air blew a swirl of dried leaves and snowflakes across the street just as Jefferson was beginning to cross. The cold shooting down his coat belatedly reminded him that he’d also forgotten to put a scarf on before leaving. Too distracted by the realization that the world was crashing down around him yet again, he’d been too much in a hurry to get into town. He lifted the collar of the coat he wore to shield his neck, hunched his shoulders and jogged across the street. 

Many school-aged kids were milling in and out of the patisserie and down the street, the same was happening at Any Given Sundae. A streak of nerves shot through Jefferson as he began to approach the door to the pastry shop and he froze on the sidewalk. Doubts filled him. If it was another curse, what if Grace had forgotten him again? No...

“Watch out!” Someone shouted directly behind him. A skateboarder shot past with a glare at him. 

“Idiot,” Jefferson mumbled, but his nervous stupor had been broken. He turned to look at the shop again. Grace wasn’t there, but a number of girls her age did file out, each with a wax paper sleeve holding their treats as they happily chatted. 

“I want to sign up for dance!” One of the girls gushed to her friend. Several agreements were spoken and Jefferson followed their line of sight to the dance studio nearby. Funny, he’d never noticed that business, but why should he? Grace had never brought up dance before.

“Ballet!” Another girl said dreamily. “Can you imagine being able to dance like that?” She lifted her arms, wax paper and pastry in tow, and made a pirouette very ungracefully. Powdered sugar from the sleeve drifted down onto the girl’s brown hair much like the snow that had fallen earlier.

A riotous uproar of laughter from her companions ensued. Jefferson turned his attention toward the ice cream shop. Maybe Grace was there. Walking in that direction, a fluttering on the next building’s window caught his attention and he stopped again. It was the dance studio as evidenced by the number of leotard-wearing toddlers inside mimicking roly polies. 

Stepping up to the glass, Jefferson stuck out a finger to tame the flapping notice and read:

Scholarships for extracurricular activities need funding! Support a child for a brighter tomorrow!

Jefferson snorted. “As if anyone in this town can expect a brighter tomorrow,” he grumbled, but kept reading.

Give your child ballet lessons this holiday season!

His eyebrows rose as he looked up in thought. Grace had mentioned how she wanted to stay here in Storybrooke. To live a life like a normal family--or as normal as a family of two could be under the circumstances. Normal parents send their children to learn ballet and play sports. Was Grace into those things like the girls outside the pastry shop? 

One way to find out. He ripped the little tag bearing the phone number of the dance studio and shoved it into his coat pocket and continued his search for Grace.

Hours later, defeated, Jefferson slumped down on a park bench. No one was remarking on the Dark Curse, people were still wary of Regina as Madam Mayor--Jefferson rolled his eyes--and once he had finally spotted Grace and raised a hand to wave in her direction, her eyes had passed right by him and to the people that had been raising her for the past twenty eight years. Minus the months of bliss when he’d had her back, of course. 

He rolled his head on his neck feeling the stiffness of stress that had begun creeping over him. The wind was picking up. It was going to be a cold damn evening. But his fingers brushed along a scrap of paper in his pocket. The dance lessons! 

Fishing out his cell phone, Jefferson wasted no time and punched the number into his phone. He’d just have to make sure his little girl had a guardian angel looking out for her! She would have an anonymous gift made in her name. That at the very least could push the chill away for a short while. The phone rang in his ear as he waited.

A month passed and on this day, just like every weekday before, Jefferson paused on the sidewalk to peer into the dance studio window. The ballerinas in training moved in sync with the motions of their teacher. One specifically caught his notice. His daughter was living up to her name. She was the most graceful on the dance floor, of course, in his eyes. A smile threatened to tip his lips upward as he watched, his coffee in hand long forgotten.