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wisp-of-chaos · 2 months

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OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 1

GUYS ITS HAPPENING! OC Kiss Week is upon us!!!

This is the very first event of the sort I ever participated in and damn have I been excited for this!!! This was a challenging but amazing experience and I'm happy and content with how my little snippets turned out!

I decided to stick to the prompt list and worked through all of them while trying not to breach the 1k words mark too much.

My sumbmissions to the event may be a little controversal however, since I decided to have two Illithid OC's (one of my own and another one borrowed from a dear friend who gave me their approval and blessings lol) kiss, who are a race of aberrations from the DnD universe and don't have any actual or functioning mouths which added a little more challenge to this event! Instead of a traditional kiss, I settled on headbutts for them because I think that's equally cute and less utilized as a show of affection. Especially in a romantic setting.

All my OC Kiss Week prompt pieces are set in the Squidlings AU (a thing a few friends and myself came up with) which is a asian themed setting and has my own OC as a single father of two little troublemakers. He is packed to the brim with trauma and issues and trying to sort through all that and battle his dark past while rising them and trying not to fall for this awfully nice stranger.

With that being said, enjoy my very first entry for the OC Kiss Week under the cut (for ease of scrolling) or over here on Ao3!

Also a huge shoutout to @unaarista and @sumi-sprite who helped create this wonderful AU!

Day 1 - Almost

Eating breakfast with Larik quickly became a habit.

… and then lunch. And then dinner.

Both Coal and Omeluum insisted on his presence or they would refuse to east anything, no matter what Vlassk tried to convince them otherwise.

Omeluum would start to cry and Coal throw a tantrum, resulting in their brain slices ending up everywhere but their stomachs. And in the end, Vlassk had to give in. It was annoying at first, all of his muscles and limbs bristling and tense and his eye watching Larik very closely while in the vicinity of his kids but with time, things changed.

Larik wasn’t a threat. Neither to his kids nor him and soon enough, Vlassk found himself relaxed and calm whenever the much taller illithid entered the room. And was even looking forward to meeting him – not that he would ever admit that, though.

It was during one of their collaborative dinners, when it happened.

Vlassk was busy feeding Omeluum while shooting side glances at Larik – who was handling the much squirmier and stubborn Coal – now and then to make sure all was in order and going well.

His treacherous little heart fluttered at the sight of his child in Larik’s arms and how careful he was with him. His tentacles formed a solid sling that cradled Coal to his chest while one arm was securely wrapped around his small body for extra support and to keep him somewhat under control and from climbing up his shoulders and onto his head.

Coal grabbed for his face and giggled while Larik cooed and purred and carefully fed him.

Vlassk felt the tips of his tentacles tingling and his eyes growing soft and almost sighed. He was startled by that small sound trying to escape his throat and gave a quick shake of his head before brushing that odd feeling inside his chest aside and going back to feeding Omeluum.

The process of giving his twins their food was far easier and quicker with Larik’s assistance than when he had done it all on his own, and Vlassk couldn't help but be grateful for that. A little bit, at least.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t manage on his own but with Larik things certainly seemed easier. Especially since Mar’reen had their own things and duties to attend to and rarely had time for helping him with such mundane things nowadays.

Another thing that Vlassk would never admit out loud, but which was nevertheless true was that me missed Mar’reen and their attention. They had been the first person to show genuine care and concern and worry for him and it had been all too easy to get addicted to it. And now that they weren't solely responsible for his well being and that of his children anymore, they had other patients to tend to.

This time, Vlassk didn’t mind the sigh escaping him. It was a small, tired sound; like the gray haze clouding over his thoughts, but easily breached and brushed aside when Omeluum’s mind nudged at his own and the little squidling made an inquiring chirp and tilted its head in confusion.

Vlassk blinked, then chuckled and leaned down to nuzzle the small face. He sent a wave of reassuring fondness, inlaid with the mental message of “Everything is alright. No worries, my dear” to the small, still developing mind twining and mingling with his own and saw Omeluum’s face changing back to a relaxed state.

Its big, bright eyes softened and grew heavy with exhaustion as its tentacles wriggled and knotted into each other. Vlassk chuckled and purred at the cute display and felt a small hand grasping for his face but missing and settling for a tentacle instead.

Adorable, he thought with another controlled burst of affection and care as he pulled the little one tighter against his chest. And then, he felt a change in Coal’s and Larik’s minds.

Coal’s thoughts halted for a mere second before lighting up with an idea which sparked a rush of curious determination. Larik made a noise of surprise and then- …

“Ow!”

Vlassk winced when he felt a spike of pain from Larik and lifted his head off of Omeluum and turned to look what his little troublemaker of a son had done this time.

Larik’s eyes were squinted and his shoulders tense and still as he held onto Coal with one hand and a spoon with the other while said kid tightly held onto one of his tentacles and chewed on it.

Vlassk couldn’t help but snort. Coal really didn’t seem to grow out of that habit, no matter what they tried to tell him that – more often than not – it was rather dangerous to shove something into his mouth.

He mentally reached out for Larik’s mind and skimmed over the outer edges to asses the damage his son was doing and was relieved to find that it was barely more than a pesky nibble. Still, it was bad manners and downright rude to chew on someone else and Vlassk had to do something about it.

Rising from his seat, Vlassk moved closer to them and adjusted his hold on Omeluum to free one of his tentacles.

“Now, now”, he cooed at Coal as he patted his head with said tentacle and carefully reached for Larik’s trapped limb. “Uncle Larik may look tasty but he’s not here to be eaten, Coal.”

He felt a snicker from Coal and a jolt of surprise from Larik but paid neither much mind as he gently pried the tentacle out of Coal’s grasp and mouth. The little squidling resisted for a bit and tightened his little hands but Vlassk’s tentacle on his head slid down to his back and rubbed encouraging circles around his spine.

“Uncle Larik may refuse to eat with us again if he’s the one on the menu”, Vlassk tried again with words and that finally did it. He felt recognition and understanding from Coal and the barest hint of regret before his hands unfurled and let go of Larik’s tentacle and allowed it to slip out of his mouth.

Vlassk purred and gave him a few more head pats. “Such a good squidling”, he cooed and nudged his tiny mind with warm, proud approval which had Coal blinking and squirming and giggling.

When he lifted his head to make sure Larik was fine and to apologize for Coal’s behavior however, he was surprised by the blank, dreamy look in his eyes and the fuzzy state of his mind.

Vlassk blinked and slowly waved a tentacle in front of his face. “Larik?”, he tentatively asked, wondering if Coal accidentally had pierced skin and damaged some nerves. “Are you-”

He yelped when his tentacle suddenly – and without warning – was grabbed and held. Vlassk flinched and tried to recoil and get away but the hold on his limb was too firm to have it budge and slip free.

His breathing quickened and his heart pounded against his chest as his mind began to race and swirl and boil with emotions and resurfacing memories but before anything serious could happen, Larik’s hold on him loosened. It didn’t vanish completely but at least Vlassk didn’t feel trapped anymore and his anxiety began to calm down again.

He forced himself to breathe deep and evenly. This is fine, he reminded himself. He was free and safe and this wasn’t him. This was Larik, whom he had meet barely a month ago and who had so cheekily stolen his kinds hearts and now had the audacity to touch him without a warning or asking first!

Vlassk’s mind bristled and sizzled and he grimaced as his tentacles quivered angrily. He was about to slap and snap at Larik when he blinked and his eyes changed. Focus returned to them, along with something else – something, that had Vlassk’s breath hitching and his heart stuttering.

He was stunned by that peculiar look in his amber eyes and couldn’t find the strength in him to look away as the tentacle on his own softly caressed it and send a shiver down his spine. Something in the back of his mind tingled.

He watched with widening eyes and fluttering heart when Larik moved; leaned closer and tilted his head as if to rest it against Vlassk’s and a jolt of excited surprise raced through his veins and lit them ablaze.

Vlassk didn’t know what was happening but it felt important – special – and he didn’t dare to interrupt as Larik came closer. Inch by inch and at an agonizingly slow pace as if waiting for Vlassk to pull back and retreat.

He didn’t. He watched and waited and allowed whatever Larik was doing; his throat running dry and his mind tightening and tensing until it felt as if it was about to snap. And then …

… then the door flew open and Mar’reen entered the room and just as unexpected and sudden as that weird moment between Vlassk and Larik had started, it ended.

Both of them made a small noise and jumped apart. Vlassk felt his face heating and paling while he sensed a similar reaction from Larik's mind, mixed with guilt and a touch of sad regret.

Mar’reen’s thoughts however, were sharp and suspicious and smug as they asked: “Did I interrupt something?”

The squidlings squealed and giggled.

#oc kiss week #ockiss24 #oc kiss day 1 #my writings #random rambling #harem au #squidlings au #dnd original stuff #illithids #illithid oc's #vlassk #larik #baby omeluum #coal #mar'reen

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traumfressers-den · 3 months

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I was once again awful to my slug :x

Summary:

Vlassk may not be able to fight the hot summer temperatures but might just have a solution to get rid of the heat burning in his insides, no matter how embarrassing or unfamiliar it is. Unfortunately however, he still isn't fully cleansed of the lingerin poison of his past.

#my writings #random rambling #fanfiction #dungeons and dragons #illithids #dnd #vlassk #larik #larissk #oc stuff

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catquenn · 1 month

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The types of love in Spirit Animals

Lishay and Tarik: Right person, not enough time

Meilin and Rollan: Friends with benefits (to actuall lovers)

Abeke and Conor: Everyone can see it, but them

Maya and Worthy/Devin: Enemies to lovers

Tasha and Dawson: Friends to lovers

#Ik most of these ships aren't canon but I love them sm #conbeke #larik #reilin #Dasha #Mavin #spirit animals books #spirit animals series #spirit animals #ships

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megs-msdd24 · 1 year

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Spirit Animals OTP Questions

I love these OTP questions sm and I found a rlly good one. pick a number(s) and a ship and I'll tell u my thoughts 💙

1. Who most initiates PDA?

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

3. Jealousy issues?

4. What’s a Night Out for them?

5. What’s an evening in for them?

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

7. Do they want (have) kids?

8. Have an AU thought?

9. If they got engaged... who proposed?

10. How do they deal with the other’s family?

11. What is their love language?

12. How Are there communication skills?

13. Who takes the longest in the shower?

14. How did they first meet?

15. Why do they like each other?

16. Who cooks most?

17. Morning rituals?

18. Evening rituals?

19. How are they at parties or gatherings?

20. Most cuddly?

21. Movie Night?

22. Who is the photo bug?

23. How well do they know each other’s favorite foods?

24. What do their texts look like?

25. Parenting style?

26. If they have kids, who named them? What would they name them?

27. Who brings home an illegal pet?

28. Who takes the longest getting ready to leave?

29. Who said I Love You, first?

30. When did they realize they loved each other?

#spirit animals ships #coneke #they get tagged cause their my fav #reilin for people who love reilin #larik #and any other ships you come up with 💙

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wackyart · 7 months

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"Steel and Starlight" Update !

Chapter 7 will be available the 10th of September people !!!

Me getting ready to face the Satine stans after this chapter be like: Bestie if you're a stan you're going to hate me XDDD

#star wars #dinbo #the mandalorian #ao3 writer #bo katan kryze #bodin #dinbo fic #din djarin #listen i have thoughts #I'm Satine's biggest hater and homeboy Larik is just stating facts

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daviidzme · 1 year

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Nomor Telpon Sedot Wc Untuk Kel. Ringin Larik Kec. Musuk Kab. Boyolali TAWAKAL Sanitary Servis 085 225 887 824

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#Nomor Telpon Sedot Wc Kel. Ringin Larik Kec. Musuk Kab. Boyolali

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yakoalyarin · 6 months

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Larikon decided to dispel the boredom 🙈😳

Full on P🅰️treon - www.patreon.com/posts/larik...…

#oc #originalcharacter #monster boy #monster romance #monster #horns #demon #terato #terato tag

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absurdismee · 1 month

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Puan..

Kau lestari dalam anganku, terpatri dalam seluk beluk urat nadiku, menggerutu merdu dalam pusara logikaku, menyeruak indah pada titian frasa intuisiku, tertawa syahdu diambang batas niscayaku. Kubiarkan kau berbaring tenang disana, kuabadikan tentangmu sebagai pijar bintang berpangku sukma.

Puan..

Jika cinta ini lautan hina, akankah kau bumi dengan samuderanya?. Jika kau biru segara, apakah bagimu cintaku ini merupa bencana?. Sejauh gurat yang kubaca, tintamu tetaplah gemercak rancu yang menghujamiku dengan rangkaian tanya tanpa susunan aksara. Sejauh hati ini merasa, megamu merundung angkasa bercampur mendung dan badai. Sedang aku langit dengan pasak rapuh yang dengan lancangnya mencoba mendekapmu penuh.

Kau terluka, dan aku lumpuh..

Sebab itulah aku pergi, tapi lubuk hati terdalamku tak pernah sedikitpun membencimu. Kau tetaplah rangkaian bunga yang melingkari pergelangan lenganku. Namun kini ia merupa ungkapan kasih yang sudah tak mampu kuemban lagi hanya dengan sebatas sabar. Ia merupa sajak-sajak kecemburuan, senandung bait-bait keikhlasan, deburan ombak tanpa teguran yang kelak kan menghantam. Ia bara api yang takut kedinginan tuk membakar, dan larik puisi yang dengan pengilhaman tidak untuk diprosakan.

Puan..

Aku mencintaimu dengan penuh ketakutan dan sadar. Namun jika mencintaimu dalam kediamanku membuatmu merasakan arti kedamaian, maka biarkan aku mewakilkan angin untuk membelai wajahmu dari kejauhan. Jika setulus juangku kau anggap tak lebih dari debu jalanan, biarkan aku menjadi hamparan angan yang bahkan tak tampak dalam harapan, hingga kemudian hilang.

Orang-orang kan berlalu lalang, tapi kau akan tetap terpatri dalam ingatan, mengalun indah pada tiap melodi memori yang terlinimasakan. Sebab cinta itu rumit, karenanya kepala ini merunduk kikuk. Maka puan, jika kepergianku ialah senja yang mampu untuk kau nikmati jingganya, biarkan aku terbenam dalam sore yang menunggu malam memadam. Bahkan bila mencintaimu bermaknakan untuk mengajariku penyesalan, maka biarkan aku menyesal dalam keabadian.

Puan...

Sebab aku merasa, menjadi mentarimu terlalu lancang bagiku. Siapalah aku ini. Sungguh tak layak bagiku menggerutu, memintamu mengorbit bintang katai merah tua renta yang tak tahu malu. Cahayaku terlalu redup untuk sekedar menghangatkan dinginmu. Gemerlap keberanianku telah terhisap kegelapan lubang hitam yang kau ramu.

Sejauh kata terucap, nafasmu pun masihlah hembusan keyakinan yang kuanggap tabu. Sepelik inikah berdamai dengan masa lalu?. Rasanya ingin kuingkari saja kenyataan bahwa kau disana, terbakar lalu lebur mengabu. Sesulit inikah mengubur sajak-sajak cinta yang pernah tumbuh sepenuh untukmu?. Rasanya ingin kubungkam saja seluruh pujangga dengan segala omong kosongnya perihal cinta dan rindu.

Puan...

Kini larik puisi kehidupanku telah runtuh. Bagai reremahan pecahan kaca yang basah menggunung, sedang kau di dalamnya, diam termangu tanpa ada sedikitpun keinginan mencipta lagi percikan getaran hati yang telah terbunuh.

Larik itu sudah tak indah lagi, bahkan sejak dari dulu kau tahu itu kan?. Ia telah gugur, bak dedaunan yang kalah dengan musim, kesusahan mempertahankan asupan klorofil yang tersalur. Selepas pergimu, kini ia mulai menguning, dan waktu kan menghukumnya hingga kering.

Meski aku kembali, binar matamu pun telah berbeda, sebab kini bagimu ada-ku hanyalah pupuk kompos yang menyuburkan kelopak bunga egomu. Namun bagaimanapun juga aku telah puas, sebab telah mengerti bahwa aku bukanlah lebah yang kau mau.

Untukmu yang takkan kembali,

kututup kisah ini dengan bab keikhlasan

dengan berat hati kuucapkan; Selamat jalan...

Kudoakan segala tentangmu selalu berpayungkan kebahagiaan.

V N B

#writing #hilang #rindu #sendiri

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frozenprocedural · 4 months

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TDOE Day something part 2

Set to the painting "Spirit" by George Roux.

Alarik, Jenny and Dag belong to @patricia-von-arundel

D-A-G

Rating: T

He tried not to think of how wrong it looked. How wrong she looked.

A veritable maze of tubes and wires ran from her arms and chest, making it look as if she were being consumed by some mechanical beast. And her skin! Grayish and papery, as if she might crumble to dust any second.

Alarik had to swallow when he took her hand- it was too warm- but he held tight. Elsa's brow furrowed and her face scrunched before her eyes fluttered open. They were hazy, and it took a few moments for them to focus on him.

“...’Larik?” Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Where…”

Her eyes drifted down, then shot open. “The baby! Where-” she cried out, clutching her abdomen.

“Elsa, no, he's in the NICU. Lay still, please, you just got out of surgery.” Alarik grabbed her shoulders, avoiding the wires and tubes, ignoring the alarms that trilled at Elsa's sudden movement.

“I…” she scanned the room with wide eyes, her breathing rapid and harsh. Eventually she sank back into the pillows, moments before two nurses came rushing in. Alarik pressed against the wall, but held onto Elsa's hand as they checked her over and silenced the alarms. Once they were finished and left the room with a reminder for Elsa to take it easy, he sat back down.

“What… happened? I remember the… the pain…”

Elsa's voice cut off with a choked sound, and Alarik grit his teeth at the memory. Her screams for him, rushing to their bedroom to see her kneeling in a puddle of blood…

He gripped her hand a bit tighter, and made himself speak, keeping the story as short as possible. The ambulance, Kristoff racing behind it. The hospital, and the agonizingly long wait for news. A C-section to deliver the baby- who was whisked off to the NICU immediately. And then there had been bleeding, so heavy it required a hysterectomy.

Elsa listened with quiet tears streaming down her face. Alarik grabbed some tissues and dabbed them away.

“I failed. I failed our baby. Alarik, I'm so sorry…”

“What? Elsa, no! None of this was your fault! You did nothing wrong! Please,” he took her hand back and pressed his lips to her wedding band. “Please don't let yourself go there. You did everything you could. And our son is in good hands.”

For a moment, she simply stared at him, then used a shaking hand to wipe at her eyes. “Our… son?”

For the first time since seeing Elsa bleed, Alarik smiled. He clasped his hands around hers, squeezing tightly.

“Yes. We have a baby boy.”

………..

When Alarik stepped inside their house, it was quiet. Anna, Kristoff and Neta had taken Jenny to the zoo, and the silence was deafening after the constant noises of the hospital.

Alarik checked the clock- they'd be back within a half hour. He knew he should try to get some rest with how much he'd been running back and forth. But his mind wouldn't let him relax.

He paced around, restless and antsy, until his knee caught the corner of the piano bench. He cursed, then looked at the keys. His fingers drifted over them, brushing away the thin layer of dust that had accumulated in his absence. Then he sat down.

He splayed his fingers across the keys, not playing just yet, just letting them rest there. For several minutes he sat like that, staring at the white and black contrast, but only seeing the hospital. Seeing his son in a plastic box, connected to an array of tubes and wires. His wife's pale face, tracked with dried tears.

And a name, the idea coming from Jenny counting the days.

Three notes.

D-A-G.

He played them again. Dag. Norwegian for “day.”

How many days now? Four? Five? They tended to blend together in a blur of exhaustion, sadness, and hope.

D-A-G.

Hope. The word resonated with him. Hope for both mother and son to be alright despite all odds.

Alarik began to add to the notes, starting off soft and slow, letting the sound build. He let his hope play through his fingers, let the song swell into something big and strong, and yet still soft and sweet, the way he wished his son would be.

Let him be alright. Let him grow into who he's meant to be.

The song softened, slowed, until he was back to the original three notes.

D-A-G.

He hadn't written it down, but Alarik knew he wouldn't need to. It was engraved into his mind- Dag's song. He would write it down at some point, but only for his family. One day, he hoped he might teach it to Dag. Just as he was trying to teach…

“Papa!”

A blur of red hair flew towards him, launching into his side. He grunted, and pulled Jenny into his arms, comforted by her warmth, her energy. It was such a difference from her quiet brother, and he freed a hand to wipe away a stray tear.

“Papa, are you alright?”

Jenny's face reminded him so much of Elsa, save for his hair and eyes. He made himself smile, fighting back a sniffle.

“I'm alright, Eldig. A bit tired, but alright.”

A hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Anna smiling at him. She tilted her head towards the kitchen.

“We'll be right around the corner making dinner.”

Alarik nodded, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’. He didn't know what he would have done without Anna and Kristoff's help. He was a very lucky man.

“Papa? What were you playing? I heard it in the garage.”

Alarik smiled and shifted Jenny so she could reach the keys. He guided her fingers so she could reach the notes.

D-A-G.

“I was playing your brother's song. Just like you have your song.”

Jenny giggled and plunked out the first few notes- E-D-G. Alarik continued, playing a lively, staccato tune that hopped up and down, reminiscent of something fiery- her nickname.

When he finished, Jenny looked up to him. “Papa, can you play Dag's song again? I liked it.”

Alarik chuckled, and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, little one. Will you help me with the beginning?”

Jenny nodded so enthusiastically Alarik had to jerk his chin away for fear of getting struck. He brought Jenny's hands back to the piano and tapped out the first three notes.

D-A-G.

And in that moment, Alarik knew he would one day teach his son his own song.

#elsarik #alarik #tdoe 2023 #twelve days of elsarik 2023

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wisp-of-chaos · 2 months

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OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 7

Alright here we are on the end of our OC Kiss journed. That ... honestly was a blast. I had so much fun exploring and writing those prompts, I can't express my gratitude towards the lovely person behind @ockissweek enough! <3

It's a bit sad that it's already over but I'm looking forward to trying such challenges again in the future! And without much further ado, let me present you the final piece to this amazing challenge.

Readable either here under the cut or on Ao3! Enjoy!! <3

Day 7 - Dare

Larik’s throat was running very dry very fast as he stared and didn’t dare to blink.

In his eyes, Vlassk was always gorgeous. From the moment they had met, he’d been stunned silent by the uniqueness of his appearance.

He clearly – and fondly – remembered their first meeting, when those fierce, mismatched eyes had met his own gaze and glared at him so sternly, Larik had felt as if his head was pierced by it. How they had made his breath hitch and his tentacles twitch with interest.

And even now, after knowing Vlassk and his wonderful kids for years, Larik still found himself in situations that left him breathless. Situations just like the one he was in right now; with his eyes pinned to Vlassk’s back and the delicately tied ropes covering it.

Their rich, dark red was a perfect contrast to Vlassk soft, blue coloration, and was even further pronounced by the ropes rough texture compared to his smooth skin, which moved and flexed slightly under the notions of his breathing.

Only a few years ago, Larik would never have dreamed of trying out something like shibari with Vlassk, and even less so suggested it. But now? Now the trust between them was solidified and encompassing; all misunderstandings and doubts washed away by the tide of their growing and flourishing feelings for each other.

“You’re beautiful”, Larik couldn’t help but mutter; sounding exactly as breathless and awed as he felt. He saw Vlassk’s shoulders tense the tiniest bit – he still wasn’t entirely used to getting compliments and Larik suspected he never truly would be – and moved his head to the side to give Larik a glance over his shoulder.

Larik’s throat tightened and a pleasant shiver ran down the length of his tentacles and spine when that single red eye met his own pair and effectively pinned him into place. He swallowed and for a moment just silently stared back; still trying to grasp that this was really happening and not just one of his dreams.

“May I touch you?”, he eventually asked and saw Vlassk’s tails twitching and the tips of his tentacles curling. Vlassk stared for a moment longer before inclining his head and nodding.

Larik smiled and whispered gratitude and joy and happiness against the edge of Vlassk’s mind before gingerly reaching towards him with both his tentacles and hands, but flinched when he felt a sharp mental nudge.

When his eyes found back to Vlassk’s face, he was being smirked at. “Hands only”, he commanded and Larik obeyed without question or protest; tucking his tentacles back against his chest and making contact with his fingers only.

Vlassk was cool to the touch – far cooler than Larik himself – and coated in a thin layer of damp mucous with a very distinct and exceptional smell. One, that was far less sweet and prominent that that of other illithids; faint and crisp and fresh like the salty breeze of the sea. It was a smell which Larik associated with happiness and joy and love. With home.

Larik slowly and carefully trailed his hands down; following the tightly knotted ropes and dark markings on Vlassk’s back until he met his sharp hipbones. He gave them a small but languid caress and heard the smallest gasp from Vlassk and smiled before he let his hands wander upwards again.

He still had a hard time believing this was real; that he was allowed to touch this beautiful, wonderful person and call him his husband. His partner. His love.

There had been a time, when Larik thought the very idea of finding love and a family for himself laughable and impossible. But things had changed since then. He no longer was part of the harem of his colony and free to do whatever he pleased without having to worry about accidentally breaking any rules and getting punished for it.

He was his own person now; with his own life and his own family and future. And he couldn’t be happier about it.

He felt Vlassk shuddering under his gentle touches and heard him pull in a hissing breath; his shoulders rising and the rope tightening around his upper body.

“Beautiful”, Larik couldn’t help and whisper again; a gentle and proud brush against Vlassk’s mind imbued with all the fondness and care and reverence he felt whenever looking at him.

Vlassk’s frills and tails fluttered ever so slightly and a pale blush crept onto his face; yet his tentacles curled upwards and the corner of his eye softened visibly. “Just as you are”, he whispered back with the same amount of tender emotions as he reached for Larik; a tentacle gently cupping and caressing his cheek.

Larik leaned into the touch – closing his eyes for a moment to truly feel it – and purred. It was a low rumbling sound, vibrating both through his chest and his mind and reaching out towards Vlassk with a gentle notion of daring mischief that earned him a chuckle.

“It’s true”, Vlassk said with a nudge of reassurance and deliberately leaned backwards and against Larik until his shoulders were mere inches away from his chest and his head neatly tucked underneath his chin.

“You’re the most handsome illithid I’ve ever seen~”, he cooed at him and nuzzled against the underside of his jaw; pouring gentle affection into his mind. “Strong and capable and so very talented in many different ways.”

His mind was flooded with images of vivid paintings but Vlassk also hinted at something more intimate and physical as he teasingly brushed a tentacle against Larik’s central one and made him shiver and twitch. He sighed and both heard and felt Vlassk snickering at him.

A second tentacle joined the first and softly embraced his head and pulled him a bit closer towards Vlassk as a single, simple “Perfect” was whispered into his mind and he felt him pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Larik smiled, his chest and mind igniting with genuine, soft warmth as he returned the gesture enthusiastically and said: “As perfect as you are, my beloved siren.”

#oc kiss week #ockiss24 #oc kiss day 7 #my writings #random rambling #harem au #squidlings au #dnd original stuff #illithid oc's #illithids #vlassk #larik

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langitdanlaut · 4 months

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Perempuan Gila

Jangan menyukaiku aku adalah perempuan gila yang mencoba merayu dengan perasaan palsu Jangan mencintaiku aku adalah penulis gadungan yang membutuhkan sentuhan untuk tiap larik puisiku Aku adalah penyair jalang yang haus kecupan tiap malam menunggu kata di atas ranjang dalam rengkuh kenyamanan

#sajak #quote #patah hati #luka #puisi #prosa #kumpulan puisi #sastra #curhat #cinta #tulisan #kata #cerita #rindu #spotify #hujan #senja #quotes #puisi pendek #puisi cinta #sajak patah

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nonaabuabu · 1 year

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Ada resah di ujung dadaku, jika itu kutuliskan dalan bahasa yang sebenarnya aku tahu dunia tak akan sepakat. Tapi jika itu kutuliskan dalam bahasa yang lebih indah, siapa yang akan memahami maknanya?

Larik, diksi dan majas bukanlah sesuatu yang dipahami semua orang dengan cara yang sama. Bahkan oleh mereka yang mengaku menyukai kata-kata.

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rosemarysbrain · 2 years

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wooo star trek (online) ocs!1!1!!1!

top row:

Commander Larik- science officer, vulcan/human, blunt and bitchy

Captain Oz M. Llewellyn- captain of the USS Urania, human, too tired for this

Commander Dayaxe Eza- first officer and chief of security, betazoid, could probably lift you

Doctor Sireh Sh’ryneth- CMO, andorian, big sister energy

bottom row:

Chief Ryl Ch’valiq- chief of operations, andorian, short and full of pent up rage

Lieutenant Ojur Vrekhil- pilot, bajoran, this stoner has the best eyeliner in the sector

Lt. Commander Yoselle Vihn- head of engineering, trill (unjoined), will cause mischief

Ensign Nitek- tactical officer, albino klingon, he looks intimidating but is just a big softie on the inside

#star trek #star trek original character #star trek oc #star trek online #vulcan #betazoid #bajorans #andorian #trill #klingon #sto

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mysticonsheadcanons · 2 months

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Mysticons Next Quest Episode 5-The Evil Mysticon

The Mysticons are in the stronghold, with Sharise trying out a new recipie she found online, and the others liking it. Just then, the Dragon Disk activates, revealing a riddle, and Arkayna guesses it's the riddle that will show them how to get Sharise's piece of the codex. It involves going to the past to where an "old Mysticon" met darkness, and Em guesses that it means going to the time of the original Mysticons. Malvaron says that he would love to help, but only knows the hindsight spell, which wouldn't let them interact with the environment. They realize that means they wouldn't be able to grab the Codex, and they decide to ask Proxima if she knows anything that might help.

They go to Proxima, and she has a device that will allow them to go to the past. However, the device is old, and the charger is a new invention. She warns them that they will only have four hours before the device runs out of battery, and since they can't charge it in the past, they will be stuck there. Piper promises that they'll be back in time, and they transform and go.

Despite how differences between the Drake City they knew and the one in the past, the Mysticons manage to find their way to the Astromancer Academy. There, they get the attention of Alpha Galaga, who is suspicious of Sharise. When Arkayna explains why they're there, he summons the OG Mysticons. The OG Mysticons are also suspicious of Sharise, and the OG Ranger warns the Mysticons that Sharise will betray them, just like their Mysticon Alchemist, Larik Ishran, did. Sharise claims that something must have made Larik evil, but before they can continue the conversation, there is trouble in the market. The Mysticons agree to help their OG counterparts.

They go, and sees a male half-elf attacking the market. Imani reveals that the half-elf is Larik, and a fight ensues. Larik tells the Mysticons that the Spectral Hand wil grant power to all its followers, and when he notices Sharise, tells her to join him. Sharise is too stunned to speak, and a fight ensues. Larik is defeated, but leaves instead of being caught. Sharise, unable to believe that her counterpart is evil, runs off, saying she'll meet them back at the market in an hour. Zarya asks her about the bracer, and Sharise says she doesn't care about it anymore. Em tries to remind Sharise about the time limit, but the OG Knight stops her, saying that them losing their Mysticon Alchemist is for the best, and suggests they leave now. While the Mysticons reject this, Sharise is gone.

While the Mysticons are looking for Sharise, Piper mentions how hard it must be for Sharise to learn what has happened, especially since she was just getting comfortable with the group. When they return to the market after an hour to meet up with Sharise and notice that she's not there, they begin to worry. While they only have a bit over an hour to get back, they all agree that they won't leave without Sharise.

Meanwhile, Sharise is heading to the market to meet up with the others when the OG Mysticons surround her. The OG Striker says that they know Sharise would betray the Mysticons one day, just like Larik did to them. Sharise denies it, and the OG Ranger points out how she's doesn't seem that close to the other Mysticons. Imani says that she should have known that modifying the Dragon Disk to prevent a new Alchemist from being chosen wouln't work, but claims that they can deal with it now. A fight ensues, and Sharise is about to lose, but the other Mysticons save her. They point out that Sharise is not Larik, and they trust her. The OG Kight says tha they trusted Larik, but that didn't work well. Arkayna notices that Imani is nervous around Choko, and picks up Choko while pointing out that she doesn't have a fear of foz. Em claims it proves that the two sets of Mysticons aren't exactly the same, so Larik's actions may not be what Sharise would do. Before the OG Mysticons can say anything else, they learn of shadow creatures left behind by Larik's attack.

The Mysticons go, and when Sharise pushes the OG Striker out of the way of a blast, the OG Mysticons realize that they shouldn't have judged Sharise. All the Shadow Creatures are defeated, and after learning more about the prophecy, the OG Mysticons leads the Mysticons to where Larik betrays them. Sharise finds where her piece of the Codex would be, and gets it. Larik reveals himself, and Sharise uses her bracer. With Larik defeated, the Mysticons head home just in time.

Back at the Astrmancer Academy, Sharise thanks the others for standing up for her. The others reassure Sharise that she's more than just Mysticon Alchemist: she's their friend.

#Mysticons #Fanwork #fan episode #Episode description #Mysticons: Next Quest #The Evil Mysticon

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