(21,M) History Major with a love for fantasty TTRPG's. Indulging OC obsessions. Icon by @dertherck
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You suddenly switch bodies with your icon. On a scale of 1 to 10, (10 being the highest value) how well are you coping with that change?
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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
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I love it! It’s cool how you made her a bit “odd” as a result of a magical birth but it’s not so central that it becomes her only defining traits. She’s just a funny little guy!
What’s up with Jacky’s cute little green tail? She’s clearly a little more than ordinary.
Jacky has a tail because she's half-fae. The comic is focused on her being human because I forgot and have been working around it. (lol) As far as the cats are concerned I think she still falls into that category because she was raised in the human sphere and she still categorizes herself as human for the same reason. She was conceived when her mom ate a mushroom from a faerie ring, and has no biological dad. Most of the stuff that makes her 'her' would be true if she wasn't part fae, but she does have some fae quirks that are unique to her, such as sleeping in cast iron stoves. There are others, but I'm still deciding how far I want to go with that. She also encounters other faeries or stumbles into the otherworld(s) frequently.
I suspect there was some village raising going on while her mom wasn't looking (or she was well aware), but I also think some of her duck and run skills were honed because other faeries would look at her and think 'free kid!'. Picturing that, and the kinds of things faeries can be, it's no surprise that she'll bluff things bigger than her, or outright pick fights with them.
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Feeding these dragons is my career goal. I want to see the excitement on people’s faces.
Me entering any museum: man I’m so excited to learn all the things
Also me: GIFT SHOP GIFT SHOP GIFT SHOP
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Ooohohohoo this gives me so many ideas. You keep blasting me with inspiration and good thematic beats. The individual perspectives of the characters and their motivations are so juicy!
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(Amazing art by @dertherck )
Loucas tends to take holidays very seriously! Cooking, decorating, dressing up, and putting on parties are a huge deal for him. Especially the Winter Solstice, the one day a year when his mother Soliel’s workload is the lightest and he can spend the most time with her!
I’ve been getting more and more requests from friends to expand on my characters and their stories, and it’s really encouraging that people like my ideas! I’m going to devote this blog mostly to OC stuff, so feel free to ask questions! I’m no artist, but I might start trying to do little doodles to go along with posts once I run out of stuff I’ve commissioned!
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Noooo!! Get him a Slugma friend so he can let them!






It’s tough being a Ceruledge…
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Homeboy is 100% a closet furry. The desire for hugs inside this angel is so immense, if he does not get them he WILL explode.
A commission for a client on Discord of their character, Lucas, in a fluffy manticore costume
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OC intro: Loucas (LONG)
Since I’m starting out here on Tumblr, might as well make my first post a big one!
Gonna gush extensively about my dnd character and personal Blorbo, Loucas!

(Reference by @dcsart . Show them some love! They make INCREDIBLE and tasteful R18+ comics, games, and illustrations with lots of LGBT+ representation!)
When I first got into tabletop games about 6 years ago, I went through a gauntlet of hellishly bad games filled with all the folks you hear about in horror stories, but I persevered until I found a group of really good people I could mesh well with. They reignited my imagination, made me feel inspired and respected, and put innumerable smiles on my face.
What I am about to recount to you is the story that we have been forging together for almost 4 years now, and that still hasn’t even come close to its end. All worldbuilding is thanks to @chaosyubel and their incredible ideas.
The world they made for me and my friends is a high-fantasy wonderland where overpowered heroes can be found around every corner, people trip over legendary artifacts in back alleys, and gods roam the earth like casual pedestrians. The power levels are insane, to a comedic degree. As they described the myriad powers and principalities present in their world, I was struck with a bolt of inspiration to create a character that meshes well with the world and carries several complex themes, something I hadn’t really tried before.
As with all the best DnD ideas, my initial inspiration began with blatant plagarization of my favorite media at the time. Take a bottle of Kid Icarus, a splash of Asura’s Wrath, and a heaping helping of Percy Jackson, then shake them all up together, and you get…
The son of a sun goddess, whose chiseled metal body is not actually anywhere near as powerful as it looks, and he relies heavily on the blessings of his Sun Mom- whom he adores- to get through his adventures in one piece.
Quick google for names that mean “Light”, smack and extra O in there so it looks more ancient-Greek, and you get Loucas, Firstborn Son of the Sun!
It was a fun concept that was easily able to slot into the world and mesh well with the characters therein. He knew his place in the world, what he was capable of, and what he wanted, all of which boiled down to “laughably sensitive mama’s boy who honestly shouldn’t be going on adventures if it wasn’t for the fact that she taught him how to throw fireballs.”
Little did I know the emotional goddamn rollercoaster that this boy would be set on over the next 4 years of backstory and character development.
The Beginning:
Loucas’ mother is the goddess of sunlight, Soliel, a generally wonderful lady who makes sure that humans get to enjoy nice things like growing plants to eat, not freezing to death, and seeing. Every morning, she gets up on top of her tower and pushes the sun across the sky. Now, this isn’t some funny little light ball that illuminates the world, this is the 2x10^30 KG ball of flaming gas that we know and love, and she pushes it with her bare hands. This is a woman who could demolish mountains with a flick and punt meteors like footballs.
One day, without warning, the sun simply refused to rise. Her priests and clerics were running around like crazy, praying to her and trying to reach her through spells and other means.
Her response was: “Would you all SHUP UP!?! I AM HAVING A BABY!!!”
The messages quickly stopped after that.
That day, Loucas was born! A tiny little unimpressive demigod with chestnut hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and little dove wings.
The gods of the world hold very tightly to the old saying, “It takes a village to raise a child, and a child abandoned by the village will burn it down in order to feel it’s warmth.” Loucas met almost every god in the pantheon at a young age, from the mighty primordial rulers of the basic elements to the gods of all the little things like painting and table manners. To him, they weren’t lords and mistresses of the universe, they were his aunts, his uncles, his grandmas and grandpas. All the other demigods were his cousins!
Unfortunately, while most of his cousins could lift boulders or command the elements as toddlers, Loucas was exceedingly normal. In fact, he was kind of a runt. While it would be classic young-adult fiction to say that he was relentlessly bullied by all of his peers, the truth is it wasn’t so bad. Yea, kids are mean, but he still had plenty of friends. Even when his cousins would mock him, the gods saw a lot of promise in how attentive and focused he was, and praised him for his cleverness.
He grew up being mostly introverted, living alone in his mother’s temple while she pushed the sun across the sky every day. In his spare time, he wound up picking up lots of hobbies. He learned to cook, clean, and play the guitar. He read extensively on topics of magic, mythology, and philosophy. Loucas even collected magic wands, staves, and other items, though he didn’t have the aptitude to use them. His divine family members would come and visit him daily so that he wasn’t totally unsupervised, teaching the young boy about their role in the world, and sharing the things they treasure with him. It’s the reason why he became so well-rounded with many talents.
Trouble Brewing:
Though he grew in wisdom and understanding all the time, he never got stronger. Loucas had some sort of underlying sickness that resembled muscular dystrophy but progressed at a slower pace. At first the gods thought he was just a runt. When he slowly began to have trouble walking, they all realized something was very wrong. Each of them tried to work a miracle or some healing magic, but nothing had an effect.
It was his grandfather MiLaKe, the primordial Dragon-God of Progress, who figured out the issue. MiLaKe is a being made from raw energy, condensed in the shape of a great dragon. His name was an acronym in the tongue of the gods, standing for his greatest ideals: Motivation, Locomotion, Connection. The great dragon embodied the desire of all living things to live happier, better, more fulfilling lives, and as such was one of the most good, pure, and brilliant gods.
His grandfather had noticed when Loucas displayed incredible divine aptitude. The boy mastered godly abilities very quickly. MiLaKe surmised that Loucas wasn’t just a demigod, he was an Empyrean: a being with all the raw potential needed to become a god in and of itself. Only, his fragile mortal body couldn’t handle the overflow of energy and was slowly wasting away.
The dragon-god worked quickly, forging a new body for Loucas from what was once a celestial bronze bell. The god granted their grandchild shimmering platinum hair, eyes made from elementally infused sapphires with gold leaf irises, and etched his entire body from head to toe with magical circuits in the shape of solar iconography glorifying his mother.
Loucas loved it! He ran around, showing everyone in his family that would care to see, proud to look the part of a servant to the radiant maiden of the sun. All the while, MiLaKe kept a close eye on him. Loucas grew very close to his grandfather over the next few years, taking strongly to the God of Progress’ ideals.
Philosophical Growth:
Under MiLaKe’s tutelage, Loucas began to shape his worldview. While the other gods taught him about the world around him, MiLaKe taught him about the world within himself. Loucas learned to understand his feelings and the feelings of others, learning compassion and honesty as the greatest virtues. It was also through his grandfather that Loucas began to understand the truth of divinity: That godhood was a curse.
Gods, in this world, do not rule over their domains. Rather, they are ruled by them. A Goddess of Fire commands the element with great destructive power, but she can never use it to do anything else. She can never BE anything else. She is overwhelming. She is brash. She is violent. She can be warming and illuminating, but she cannot heal, and she cannot hide. Everything she does embodies “fire” to the fullest, and even if she wanted to be calm, rational, peaceful, and safe, her domain of fire forces her to be the opposite against her will.
Additionally, that same goddess may have rulership over fire, but she cannot change it to her whims. No matter what, fire will always be fire. She can’t make it purple instead of orange, she can’t make it cold. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t make it exist without burning something. To make matters worse, every day of her life must be spent ensuring that fire through the world is stable, constant, and functions as it should. Such a deity has no freedom, no choice, no self-determination… for eternity.
It is a fate worse than death.
And so, in all of his years of teaching, MiLaKe always encouraged Loucas with positivity, guiding him to the right choice instead of scolding him for wrong ones. However, there was one command, one singular thing MiLaKe told his grandson not to do.
“Never become a god.”
The Present:
Now, Loucas stands a grown man with wisdom far beyond his years. Knowing the pain and suffering that his beloved divine family goes through every day to ensure the world continues, he devotes himself fully to them in servitude. He hopes that in whatever little way he can- cooking, cleaning, singing them songs- he can make the tired monotony of their Forever a little bit more bearable.
However, there’s still that childlike spark of adventure in him. That deep seeded desire to be more than just a runt… In his heart, Loucas wants to be a hero. He wants to be the kind of person that others will read legends about and sing songs in his name. All he needs is an opportunity.
And that, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, is the START of Loucas’ story! The past 4 years have involved going from there, with so many amazing discoveries, developments, and stories of personal growth. While I can’t even come close to recounting all the tales he’s been involved in, I’m happy to answer any questions people have! Once again, credit to @chaosyubel for ALL the worldbuilding. That man is a narrative genius.
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