#illithid ocs

[lubia-zenite]

All the illithid characters I made this art fight :] some are from the wonderful squid server. I wanted to draw more but didn't have the time. there is always next year tho!

Zerverk belongs to @/croiplant

Fred belongs to @robofeather

Antares belongs to @seabunnylu

Zephrissk belongs to @bigmfrat

Naverilk belongs to @/flowlithid

Chiviss belongs to @tench

Nek'ark belongs to @batscrem

Moss belongs to @magmethius

[itswisp]

Omg for the kiss/heart request!! Either one of these for Larik/Vlassk, please!

❤️ first kiss / realization

or

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

or

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

Thank you!!!

A sweet little treat for the boys <3

Larik likes waking up early.

Likes watching the first few shy rays of light falling through the curtains and onto Vlassk's sleepy face. They way they tickle and make him grimace and crawl further into the pillows.

He likes watching his tentacles curl and twist idly into the sheets; gripping and unconsciously searching for contact. Likes listening to his slow, steady breaths and sweet little snores.

Likes to see his frills fluttering and his face relaxing when he reaches for him and entangles their tentacles. Likes to hear that little sigh when Vlassk returns the touch and pulls the limb to his chest. Cradles it like something precious.

Loves the way Vlassk's mind so easily and naturally opens to his own; the way it lingers and brushes against his own as if refusing to part with Larik even while asleep.

Smiling, Larik carefully shifts and shuffles closer; lifting an arm to wrap and hug around Vlassk and pull him against his chest.

Vlassk makes a small, grumpy noise and wrinkles his face, but only for a moment. As soon as his sleepy brain realizes he's not being woken up, he happily settles back into the sheets and cuddles against Larik. Vlassk lets out another content sight that makes Larik's heart melt and his mind sparks with joy.

Adorable, he thinks and leans down to nuzzle the top of his head; feeling his frills fluttering once more and making him snicker quietly.

There's a displeased tremble in Vlassk's mind, followed by another grumbling sound and then he moves. Barely a moment later, his mismatched gaze meets Larik's and offers a sweet, sleepy smile.

“G' mornin'”, he mumbles with a little stretch before curling right back into his chest. His own rumbles with a quiet purr and Larik happily joins in.

“Good morning my sweet siren”, he says and kisses his cheek; prompting another one of those adorable little giggles out of him he can never get enough of. “Slept well?”

Vlassk nods. “Of course”, he says and leans up to press a little kiss to his cheek. “With you on my side, always.”

Larik hears and feels the warmth and truth behind those words and is left speechless; tentacles curling and tingling and face turning into a soft, fond smile. “As do I”, he says and cradles Vlassk's face between his hands, and realizes that he never ever wants to miss this again – never wants to miss Vlassk in his life.

“I love you”, he can't help but say and pull him close; tentacles twining and mind mingling. He hears a tiny, surprised yelp and then another sweet giggle. Feels Vlassk's tentacles curl around his own and his arms wrapping around his shoulders to return the embrace.

“Love you too”, he answers just as naturally and easily and presses a kiss to his collarbone, and Larik feels like the happiest man alive.

[traumfressers-den]

And a very late Christmas present that had me occopied much longer than I anticiupated!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

With the holidays rolling around, Qirilissk finds himself bored and decides to indulge one of his favorite hobbies: annoying Yvssek. Things take an unexpected turn however, and leave both of them questioning just what they are to each other.

[itswisp]

Qirilissk and Yvssek, ❤ ? (It's the red heart, but my computer keep changing it to black..? I mean the red heart ! The first kiss/realisation kiss ! The red heart ! :,D)

OK, so this actually didn't get as angsty as I thought it would but I like how it turned out anyway! <3

Qirilissk waits for Yvssek to fall asleep.

Lies still and quiet as he waits for its breathing to grow slow and deep, the whispering of its mind to die down to the barest mental tickle and its tentacles to stop writhing.

Then, he carefully – slowly – shifts. Slides towards the edge of the bed and reaches beneath. His hands finding what he's looking for in the fraction of a moment. Fingers curl and tighten around a handle as he rises from the sheets.

He moves with precision and intent; approaching Yvssek's sleeping form and gently folding its tentacles apart. Exposing its neck and more of its chest.

Qirilissk's eyes linger for a moment; wandering over gray skin and blue lines. Watch the chest expanding and collapsing under Yvssek's rhythmic breathing.

His tentacles twitch and curl; rising with the urge to touch and feel, but Qirilissk holds them back. Forces them back down.

His eyes harden and sharpen. This had to end. Now.

Bracing one hand into the mattress, Qirilissk leans over Yvssek while the other inches towards its exposed throat; hesitating for only a single more moment before lowering the dagger.

Qirilissk's breath stutters and stops when the blade meets skin; hand trembling ever so slightly. He hesitates again; chest tightening and mind twisting.

His eyes wander upwards; seeking out Yvssek's face on their own. Just once more, he tells himself. One last time.

His breath hitches and he gasps when he meets a cold, steady stare from pale eyes.

Qirilissk is momentarily stunned with surprise, but recovers quickly enough. Sneering, he straddles Yvssek and pins it down with his body weight; his free hand grasping for its tentacles and holds them down.

And Yvssek … just lets it happen. Doesn't fight him – doesn't even attempt to. Lets it happen and keeps its eyes on him. Staring up wordlessly and with a look that seems almost … pained.

Qirilissk growls; the blade pushing hungrily at its throat. “What?”, he spits.

Yvssek doesn't answer at first, just keeps staring. Eyes roaming over Qirilissk's form like seeing him for the first time. As if trying to paint every detail onto the canvas of its memory.

Qirilissk flicks and snaps his tentacles; flares them apart and exposes his teeth threateningly. “What?!”, he repeats himself with a hiss.

Beneath him, Yvssek relaxes. “Go ahead”, it says and makes Qirilissk blink. The grip on the dagger falters. “What”, he says for a third time.

“You are going to kill me, are you not?”, it asks calmly. Qirilissk blinks again. Stares. His grip on the dagger loosening.

He frowns. “People tend to be more concerned when faced with a situation like this”, he says. “Or, well, in your case, angry.”

“I am not angry”, Yvssek states and Qirilissk scoffs.

“I can see that, yes”, he says, eyes narrowing down with suspicion. Is this a trick? Yvssek's twisted way of making him feel safe just to strike when he least expects it? His hand curls around the dagger with renewed determination. “Why?”

“Because it is the best solution to my affliction.”

Qirilissk rises an eye ridge. “Affliction?”, he echoes; looking Yvssek over with critical eyes. But there are no signs of any illness. “I didn't know you're sick.”

Yvssek scowls. “Not sick. Corrupted”, it clarifies and Qirilissk's frown deepens. “By what?”, he asks.

Yvssek's tentacles instantly react to that. Twitching upwards, they curl and tighten around the arm that holds them and give it a harsh, but not painful squeeze. “You”, it spits with a nasty glare.

“Me?”, Qirilissk repeats, suddenly feeling offended. “I didn't even do anything! I haven't even cut you yet! How am I corrupting you?”

Yvssek's tentacles bite into his arm. “With your very presence”, it says and Qirilissk snorts. “You are infecting me.”

“That doesn't make any sense”, Qirilissk argues.

“Then how do you explain my condition? This … festering feeling in my chest, the haze of my mind? The urgent longing for you. This … need to see you. To hear your voice and feel your mind. The hollowness I feel when you're away doing who knows what. The worry that you might not return. The jealousy that you might see someone else.”

Qirilissk is listening. Speechless and with eyes growing wide. His mind and the tips of his tentacles tingle. His grip on the dagger falters.

Yvssek's eyes blaze with angry frustration, yet the tentacles holding onto Qirilissk's arm loosen and idly stroke over dark skin. It huffs and sighs. “How do you explain this irrational and constant yearning to be connected to you?”

… ah.

Qirilissk face softens; the suspicion and disbelief leaving his eyes. A tentacle unconsciously reaches out for Yvssek and caresses its cheek. A tender warmth sparks within his chest.

“I am familiar with that condition”, he says; quietly and softly. His mind quivers and his hand reluctantly lets go of the dagger. He doesn't turn to look where it lands; eyes fixated on Yvssek. “I, too, am suffering from it.”

Now, it's Yvssek who rises an eye ridge at Qirilissk's words. “How”, it says. “How did this happen?”

Leaning down, a small smile curls through Qirilissk's tentacles. “Let me show you”, he whispers and gently presses their foreheads together; mind connecting and melting into one.

[traumfressers-den]

Another little prompt for the kiss list from a friend <3 This one got a little out of hand, so have a Ao3 link instead!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Part of the tumblr kiss ask. Prompt "as goobye" and "as a promise" for Yvssek and Qirilissk

[traumfressers-den]

The final chapter of the evil squidsbands adventure is up! 💚💙

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

The board is set; all pieces moved into place and ready to strike. Now, the only thing Yvssek and Qirilissk have to give the signal and hope that all goes according to plan. But will it?

[traumfressers-den]

A not yet quite couple has a nice little evening dinner together~

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Yvssek finally agrees to have an evening dinner with Qirilissk, leaving the letter beyong excited and prompting him to prepare an impressive - and hopefully memorable - feast for the two of them.

CW: Illithid Typical Diet, Gory Food, Implied Cannibalism, Implied Child Death, Gore, Blood

[traumfressers-den]

It's also evil squidsbands day, folks!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Just as expected, Qirilissk is invited to meet Yvssek again. Questions are asked, matters discussed and choices made.