#squidlings au

[wisp-of-chaos]

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

[the-illithid-archivist]

Everyone stay quiet for a moment and take a seat! @sumi-sprite, @unaarista and me have been cooking and came up with an adorably cute and wholesome (and only slightly angsty AU) for all our beloved squid OC's!

Full explanation under the cut for ease of scrolling.

This AU is about the idea that illithids can have actual offspring in the form of small, baby sized illithids, so if you're not into that I would suggest you leave now or get scared. If not, happy reading!

This AU is (who would've guessed it) Vlassk-centric but also includes Omeluum, Blurg, Dror Ragzlin as well as other squid OC's of us.

A little CW: abuse and rape will be mentioned and implied but not graphically explained.

Now, a quick summary: Vlassk is still kept as a pet by Qirilissk, but after many failed attempts (often under the use of drugs and sedatives to keep his toy still and compliant) of producing offspring with him gets sold to one of their surface trading partners which happens to be Dror Ragzlin (do I hear another who would've guessed? no?) because Qirilissk finally gave up on him. Vlassk is heart-broken and shattered but shortly afterwards finds out that ... oops. He's pregnant.

The colony hears of this (thanks Ragzlin for not being able to keep your mouth shut, my dude) and now desperately wants Vlassk (and in addition the babies) back, but Ragzlin is still a little shit who won't give up on his newest toy. He also get's a good idea that Vlassk and his kids seem pretty valuable and will keep this in mind, should he ever need some leverage on his illithid allies in the future.

And Vlassk is in literal hell. He's so very scared and alone and helpless and pregnant with the offspring of his abuser. Some nights, he isn't quite sure if he wants to keep them, but in the end remembers that those kids are innocent and not the cause of his pain nor an extension of Qirilissk and his ownership of him.

He eventually ends up delivering and ... oh. It's twins. Something unheard of and nothing short of a miracle among illithids.

Qirilissk meanwhile is fuming and seething that he lost not only his precious toy but also his kid. KIDS.

The colony and Ragzlin come up with a small agreement considering Vlassk and his kids, however. Where another illithid is sent to aid and help Vlassk raise and take care of the kids so they may become proper illithids themselves.

Said illithid is Mar'reen (OC belonging to sumi and later on will carry one of their own kid, the sweet Xo'to) and is secretly tasked with persuading Vlassk to surrendering his kids to the colony and into Qirilissk's care. Mar'reen however doesn't like that idea one bit and instead sides with Vlassk and stays and becomes his first real friend.

Vlassk's twins are the shy Omeluum and Koluum aka Coal (Una's lovely squid OC). Both are outliers of their species: Omeluum due to its arcana talents and Coal because he his non-verbal (communicating via mental images and feelings instead of words) and prefers to pursue physical arts rather than psionics.

And that's the core of the AU.

Lot's of single parent panic attacks and baby illithid shenanigans will happen in this one and I can't wait to see them all!

Huge thanks to sumi and una for developing this wonderful AU with me! 🩵💜❤️

Also, a little treat to everyone having difficulties picturing illithid babies:

Art credit to Una! 🩵

#squidlings au #AU ref #vlassk #omeluum #coal #mar'reen #xo'to #blurg #qirilissk #dror ragzlin #ignoring illithid reproduction lore because we can #baby squids

[abyssalaerlocke]

Submerged Collection

#you can follow this post to get notified when new things are posted #submerged au #my art #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #karlach #gale dekarios #astarion #gnome squidling

[brokenolivejar]

SPLATOON HARUMENO ❕❕❕❕❕

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa au #himiko yumeno #maki harukawa #harumeno #emeralds art #yumeno himiko #harukawa maki #splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon au #octoling #squidling #inkling

[gallonwghost]

Turing random characters I like into splatoon idols pt.1

Goh

The basic idea is that he's an ocotoling idol who is just a silly little smart-ass who annoys his fellow idols (like Chloe or Ash) just for the shits and giggles He's usually seen doing salmon run because of the small fryes in the map. Idk how a pokemon journey splatoon au would go but at least one of them gets mind controlled and all freak out over enteratus who is the big bad guy who mind controlled the said person because octolings and squidlings are "bad". If I did make him mind controlled, i guess his boss fight would like, rabbit bc you know, cinderace.

#my art #Splatoon #Splatoon au #goh pokemon #gou pokemon #Pokemon au #he's so silly

[andrew-star-sketches]

welcome home au:

Sammy talks like a squidling

#welcome home #welcome home au

[whatgaviiformes]

Gavii's FishTank (it's filled with stories)

As of May 2023 - A FishTank Week Fic List: (no order, completed only)

Yellow's Not My Favorite Color - Oneshot. Gordon barges in on Virgil painting. They talk colors. [FabFiveFeb] [Happy Birthday, Squidling Opus - Oneshot. It's just one of Gordon's little tests...[FabFiveFeb] Directionless - Oneshot, Two Tracy's and a Lighthouse: "You actually want to avoid lighthouses," Gordon tells him. "The light's a warning that there's land nearby and not to come too close." "Hmm. Still. I imagine if one is lost at sea any light on the horizon, even a warning light, is a welcome symbol of hope, of change to come." He breathes the smell of sea salt. "Are you?" "Am I what?"  "Lost at sea?" In Stitches - Gordon’s story after the hydrofoil, as told through yarn crafts. A FishTank story 

Ficlets and Bits: <1K words Chapter 2 - Sleep, and a Rainy Morning Chapter 13 - Grotto Chapter 18 - A Study in Light Chapter 19 - In Stitches - Outtake, Chapter 20 - By the Wrist - Warnings for Whump, Drowning Chapter 24 - A brother, a journal, and a promise Chapter 25 - Post-SOS Chapter 28 - that's not how you cook an egg Chapter 30 -it's not about the berries

Privateers AU⚓

Hold Fast - Multichaptered, Autumn, 1775. “The rigging ran through his blood; it was an energy, a lifeforce.” Gordon's hydrofoil accident in the Privateers Alternative Universe. Includes all siblings, but important for context and still some good FishTank. Blow Ye Winds, Blow - OneShot, One Prompt Challenge Submission - A scene after "Hold Fast"

Oak and Ivory - OneShot, It’s a Thursday in the summer of 1776, and the USS Thunderbird is docked in port in New England. For Virgil, it brings him the gift of inspiration, starting with a rare morning off and a warbler…

Adventures of Chicken Dad🐔

Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm - Multichaptered, An alternate universe. Gordon has a successful farm... and seems to have nothing to do with this International Rescue thing. The Christmas Exchange - Oneshot, Virgil and Gordon exchange Christmas gifts. Farming (TSOF) AU.

vox delphini/Kermadec AU (adjacent)🐬

the great wide open - Multichaptered, Gordon binds himself in the blue and meets the eyes of a dolphin trying to reach him in ways he can't understand. But maybe Virgil can. A prequel to "lend me the courage of the stars." Kermadec AU-djacent. as the world goes away - Oneshot, A test of the bonds between brothers, between species. Between hearts Warnings for whump and angst

[ranvwoop]

Incredibly rough splatoon peerpressure au. techno is an octoling, he was a solider for the octarian army, before working for whatever the equivalent of Squidbeak is here except pretend there's more people, before deciding he's had enough and retiring. His Protagonist Life continued as he became sort of a celebrity thru being an incredible turf war player (w his partner in crime Philza Minecraft, also an ex solider for rough Squidbeak Splatoon equivalent and quit with Techno), as well as being pulled into association w the up and coming idol Wilbur Soot. Techno does not like the attention (and has had a falling out w Wilbur) and tries very hard to retire, especially the more he's like. M. They Live In A Society.

Ranboo is also incredibly protagonist coded and is the culmination of the Octarian warcrimes in the Octo Expansion. He's (one of the) super soliders created from the DNA experiments/extraction/making octoling smoothies. He passes for Your Average Octoling, especially in the squid majority society, but he really doesn't want people to look at him too hard. Half of his tentacles are black and don't change with the ink colour, and he just doesn't look Quite Right. He is not evenly Octoling/Squidling he has some octarian and probably a bit of mammal in him as well, essentially the biology of a man throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks to make the Coolest Supersolider. It stresses him out greatly. Nobody really notices. He escapes the Octo Canyon shortly after the events of Octo Expansion and just wants to lay low Forever. He works part time and looks forward to Splatfests like any good Inkopolis citizen. (He plays, but considers himself bad at turf war.)

He's doing Salmon Runs and he meets Technoblade and after polite small talk is like . Omg Technoblade. Octoling defector before defecting was cool . The deciding vote of many Splatfests. Creator of Blitz (Has Swearing) (Ft. Whalebur). He's flustered, he's embarassing himself in front of Technoblade (aforementioned credentials). But Technoblade is also just a Very Nice Guy to work with and he does not mind. Ranboo's kinda funny.

#vwoop.noises #Tchno notices the fact hes uh. hes not quite an octoling is he but just kinda Feels Bad and is definitely too polite to say so #tchno says he needs a good salmon run buddy. Rnboo is like What Why .

[letsnotseeotherpeople]

blog rules

no jokes abt racism if you're white and/or we arent friends. reverse racism DOES NOT EXIST.

no NSFW of any kind. CLOSE friends can make mildly suggestive jokes if they want to

if i have blocked you on my main (klugpuuo) or any other blog (i.e new-squidbeak-splatoon) DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME ON THIS BLOG. blocking means I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

you can send any ask abt anything in my splatoon au here, but if you want serious answers i suggest you send your questions to @new-squidbeak-gaytoon instead!

unless stated otherwise, all ocs mentioned on this blog (not counting agents) can be asked at any time

all rps i post are open unless stated otherwise

other doesn't speak any squidling language! she understands most of them, but if you want her to actually talk to you and not just speak gibberish, you might have to speak octarian

[wishing-stones]

Imagining Ink discovering splatoontale or something and all the new weapons the reader can use. Or maybe reads is low-key a squidling to invest fully in the infinite ink attacks. I'm imagining them with a sniper rifle distracting the baddies so ink can sneak behind and flatten them with a paint roller lol

SPLATOONTALE LMFAAOOOO HE'D NEVER LEAVE

Reader is a standard fare human from some frequent AU or another LOL but may have played splatoon and would get a kick out of it

#k answers #k headcanons

[wisp-of-chaos]

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

[the-illithid-archivist]

On Illithids and their reproduction in the Squidlings AU

Alright, since there has been some misunderstandings about certain arts of the squidlings AU, I decided to do a little post about some lore and headcanons to clarify a few things to people outside the creator's bubble:

First of all, in this AU, illithids have two options when it comes to reproduction which 1) is the normal and widely known process of tadpoling followed by ceremorphosis or 2) a normal pregnancy.

The decision of which option is utilized for more offspring depends on the overall situation of the colony/community and availability of either suitable thralls/donors or mates.

Illithids in this AU also usually have both female and male reproduction organs and genitals and can freely choose which one to use for their fun times. Some illithids may be born with only one set and although this is rather rare, it's not unheard of.

Illithids in this AU are also divided into two castes depending on their origin/birth process. With 1) being the purebloods (which are conceived naturally and born as squidlings) and 2) the tadpole born illithids who are frowned upon and overall considered being of lesser status.

Purebloods overall tend to be taller and have an almost identical build and shape, with little to no differences among them besides skin and eye coloration and the shape of their heads.

Tadpole born illithids on the other hand can come in a wide range of appearance; taking on some similarities of their hosts/donors (odd skin colors or unusual additions like frills, tails, pseudo fins or – in extreme cases – horns or visible ears etc) and are prone to inherit partialism.

Such illithids are overall considered the secondary caste or secondary illithids/citizens of a colony and usually perform all the lower work and services. They often are servants or assistants or even prostitutes (who get sterilized on purpose for it's believed that they can't produce viable offspring and to closely watch and regulate the population of the tadpole born's among the colony).

To breeders (another sub-category of illithids brought to you by the lovely mind of @sumi-sprite) both feel and smell the same, which results in them sneering at the concept of their caste system and overall behavior of superiority of the purebloods. Breeder also tend to be kinder and far nicer to tadpole born illithids than their pureblood brethren.

And that's all I can think of at the moment. I hope this sheds some light on the more abstract/homebrew aspects of the AU created by @unaarista, @sumi-sprite and myself! If anyone has further questions, feel free to message any of us for answers!

#harem au #squidlings au #lore and headcanons #writing ref

[abyssalaerlocke]

Astarion the Vampire & Tav the Squidling

Keeping this super simplified, but I'd love to see its potential, so if anyone wants to try, tag me! It doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't even have to be better than me, if you just want to practice, or do a different style

There's a poll post with details on the others (both finished, and to come)

Gnomes normally don't survive ceremorphosis — it requires a modified process which can turn them into a gnome ceremorph or a gnome squidling (technically squidlings are considered the 'fail state' by mind flayers, but considering the experimental methods, I like to think there's a spectrum/range of outcomes). Gnome Ceremorphs retain more of their memories, personality, and morality than typical mind flayers, and squidlings.

On the Nautiloid, in room off of Shadowheart's, is a central pod set up for viewing, with a control panel that instantly turns the occupant into an illithid. It was a gnome Astarion found inside, and who he accidentally turned into a squidling.

Tav managed to escape during the crash, and found the party, earning their trust and becoming unlikely friends with Astarion.

This is from a scene I imagine of Astarion unlocking a chest they find in a shipwreck, and Tav pulls out the Mask of the Shapeshifter — popping it on and attempting to use disguise self to retake their original gnomish appearance.

However — while in DnD, disguise self is just an illusion — in BG3, changing to a smaller or larger race affects your ability to fit through holes, indicating there's a physical aspect. Tav might find they suddenly lose their ability to breathe underwater, and will want to dispel it quickly — an ordeal to Astarion's fond amusement.

Thank you @krembruleed for the Astarion refs

#submerged au #my art #astarion #wavemothers robe #gnome squidling

[lesbian-octoling]

Some concepts on how I might make super xeno inklings? Might turn this into an AU, it’d be interesting to see how their concept of society might’ve changed if they were less influenced by humans and more free to make their own culture

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #my art #ask to tag #xeno squidling #xeno tag #sx au

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

i’m having thoughts about the splatoon au. so heres some trivia to play around with. (sorry for the submission it was too much for an ask,,)

the discs are two limited edition squid sister vinyl records that tommy got before moving to inkopolis square. he trades them to dream so dream will say that l’manburg won their rivalry.

tommy and tubbo met because they bumped into each other in their first days in the square. they played a few games, exchanged numbers and promised to meet again. now they live together in an apartment that they both pay half rent for. oh, how things change.

i read that wilbur had a blaster and as a former blaster main all i could think was: therapy is nice…but ruining people’s day in tower control is easier and a lot faster!

mcc in this au can be a for fun tournament that takes popular teams and switches some members around, making for fun dynamics between squids who wouldn’t otherwise interact. instead of traditional turf war/ranked games, mini games are played, and dodgebolt is played entirely with bamboozlers and main power up gear.

pencil anon said this au had like no angst, but in making ranboo an octoling they’re neglecting the fact that he was probably mind controlled by octavio and possibly went through the deepsea metro to get to the square. just sayin’. food for thought.

hope you enjoyed these! (i think i’ll do more later…) – 👑

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Oh I love all of these. I love all of these headcanons.

The discs being limited edition squid sister vinyl records makes them even more valuable. Like that has to be worth a lot of sentiment and money.

Love that Tommy and Tubbo are best friends in this. Their friendship goes truly beyond.

Wilbur ruins people’s days in tower control with his blaster. Who needs therapy when you can ruin other people’s days?

Mcc being a fun tournament is great. And dodgepolt played with bamboozlers and main power up gear is great. Love that.

About the Ranboo thing. I love that idea. They went through deepsea metro and maybe Phil was walking in there because yay. Challenge and then just adopted the confused Octoling child.

Alternatively, we can have this a few years after Splatoon 2 and Octolings and Squidlings, while relations are sill somewhat tense, are living together and getting along.

#splatoon smp au #tommyinnit #dream #dreamwastaken #tubbo #wilbur soot #ranboo #philza #ph1lza #ask #crown anon #submission

[moddersayethstuff]

So I decided to write down my massive headcanons on how Inkling Biology works, such as what their body is composed of, how they can turn into smaller forms, how they can get “splatted” without actually dying (and can “respawn” via man-made devices), and how they can weaponize the Ink that their body creates. I might also reblog this later with details on how Sanitation works (and can be reversed), some genetic oddities certain Inklings have (such as claws or size differences), and other small tidbits.

The main things you need to understand: 1. Inklings is a term for a race of Humaniod Cephalopods, and subraces include primarily Squidlings, Octolings, and potentially others. 2. Magic exists in the form is reality-controlling energy that Human Mages used to be able to control. When Humanity died in the floods, this “Magic Energy” seeped into the oceans and caused many types of ocean life to evolve (because anyone who attended any kind of Biology class knows that creatures don’t evolve on their own and mutations are never beneficial). This Magic Energy can be controlled with focus (or a natural talent) but the average Inkling has only a small amount of control over it, which I’ll explain later.

With that out of the way, I’ll start with what the Inkling body is made of. To put it simply, Inklings are like onions (and ogres). They have Layers. To be more specific, two Layers, their inner Blood Layer, and their outer Ink Layer. The Blood Layer contains all their internal organs, such as their lungs, stomach, heart(s), brain, and formations of cartilage function similar to bones. They also have an Ink Sac that produces a weaker version of the Ink their Ink Layer is made up of. The Ink Layer covers the Blood Layer, and consists entirely of a special form of Ink that can form into a kind of skin on the outside, as well as their eyes. The only natural holes in the Ink Layer that allow access to the Blood Layer are in their mouths so they can eat, small slits in their ears so they can hear, their noses so they can breath, and in the… downstairs regions so they can… you know. Should their skin be cut, Ink will leak out, but it’s no-where near harmful to an Inkling’s health and will at most weaken them a bit. But should anything damage the border between their Ink and Blood Layers (say, someone stabbed them with a sword), most of the time it will be fatal. Recovery is possible, provided their internal organs aren’t too damaged, but they would be unable to change into their Squid Form or it’s a painful, permanent death. In fact, damage to the Blood Layer is the only real way to permanently kill an Inkling, provided they keep their Blood Layer safe they can survive for a long time, until they naturally die at around age 100-110.

Inklings posses an uncanny connection to the Magic Energy that triggered the Oceanic Evolution, which allows them to use their Ink in ways other creatures could never dream. All Inklings are born with a certain Ink Colour, which they can change with a bit of concentration. It’s very difficult to precisely change to a colour someone else is using, but this difficulty can be removed by making physical contact (ex. Placing a hand on someone’s arm), and changing colour this way allows for perfect replication of someone else’s Ink. Mimicking someone else’s Ink Colour has several benefits, such as being able to swim in someone else’s Ink. As an Inkling reaches age 13-15, they begin to attune to the Magic Energy inside of their Ink, and can activate a powerful ability (which, by Mage Standards, is technically a Spell, but no one really cares about that fact). This ability displaces their Blood Layer, storing it in a sort of Pocket Dimension, while their Ink Layer morphs to a smaller cephalopod form, known commonly as a Squid Form or Octo Form, or the umbrella term Ink Form. This allows them to protect their Blood Layer from any damage, including falling from a great height or getting cut. They can also easily slip through grates and nets, being essentially liquid held together via Magic Energy. Because their eyes are a part of their Ink Layer, they can still see, but can’t smell. They can also hear, but the sound is very muffled. Their brain, stored in the Pocket Dimension, telepathically exists within the confines of the Ink Form, allowing it to control the body (telepathy is canon in Splatoon, see Judd who is canonically a Telepath/Psychic). The Ink Form can submerge itself in Ink, and it can sense what is outside of it, as well as move through it quickly. It can also absorb Ink into the Ink Layer, which is then deposited in an Ink Tank (or similar Ink Storage methods such as Inkweave) upon returning to their normal Humanoid Form. Originally, ancient Inklings were unable to take their clothing and equipment with them when they activated their Ink Form, but some studied and trained and perfected the art of storing their external gear in the Pocket Dimension when they switched, and gradually this technique became part of the Spell the Inklings naturally use (most of the time, but the few who don’t naturally have this ability can gain it the same way the ancients did). Also, Inklings in Ink Form are unable to hold things in their tentacles without wrapping their tentacles around the object they want to hold (and they aren’t very strong either).

When Ink of another colour makes contact with an Inkling’s Ink Layer, they feel uncomfortable and may be physically slowed, and too much foreign Ink causes their Ink Layer to detonate, but (due to more ancient practices that have been ingrained in the modern populace) their Ink Layer and gear are displaced, similar to if they turned to Ink Form. This displaced body, with no Ink Layer tied to it, is trapped in limbo until their Ink Sac can generate enough Ink to rebuild their Ink Layer, a process that can take anywhere from a day to almost half a week, whereupon they respawn the same place they were splatted. However, scientific research created devices that pulled in the displaced Inklings and accelerated the process, allowing them to respawn almost immediately. Inklings possess a special organ in their Blood Layer known as an Ink Sac, which creates Ink the same colour as their Ink Colour, and this Ink is pumped into their Ink Layer, but the special Ink that the Ink Layer consists of and the Ink the Ink Sac produces is slightly different. Regular Ink can be drawn out of an Ink Layer and can be stored externally via an Ink Tank/other method of Ink Storage (see above), or ejected forcefully via an Inklings mouth. This Ink Spit is how the ancient Inklings originally weaponize do their Ink, before tools that could shoot their Ink for them were created. Weapons contain siphons in their handles, similar to Ink Tanks, and draw out regular Ink stored in the Ink Layer for use. Often, Inklings will draw Ink out from their tanks as it gets siphoned into their Weapons, a trick that takes a bit of time to learn but eventually becomes almost second-nature for competitive Inklings. Ink sticks to most surfaces, except for some materials including certain types of metal, fabric, and plastic, as well as all liquids.

Other notes:

Inklings have tentacles comprised entirely of their Ink in their Humanoid Form that functions similar to hair, and it can change shape at the Inkling’s will, but most of the time these tentacles serve no functional purpose. Some Inklings have more dexterity with their tentacles than others, with the average Octoling having more control with their thicker and fewer tentacles than Squidlings. However, on the rare occasion that an Inkling loses a limb (usually if it gets severed but their main body is fine, they will heal over the wound and their Ink Layer will cover it up, a process that can take a few weeks) they will have a greater dexterity with their tentacles, a phenomenon that medical scientists are still trying to fully understand.

Certain chemicals have an effect on an Inkling’s Ink Layer that is similar to the effect of foreign Ink, and should any of these chemicals be mixed into bodies of water, any Inkling that submerges in this water will have their Ink Layer detonate, resulting in the same effect as being splatted. Submerging in bodies of water that don’t have those chemicals or getting rained on/having a shower is perfectly safe, and Inklings, being sea creatures, are also very comfortable being wet. Most Turf War arenas have these chemicals in the water as a hazard during competitive matches, but they dissolve quickly leaving the water safe again. Often, more casual Turf War matches between friends omit these chemicals, as pushing one of your friends into water is very, very funny.

Regular Ink, when applied to a surface, stays for about 5-7 minutes, before natural microbes in the air cause the Ink to evaporate. The special Ink that makes up an Inkling’s Ink Layer is unaffected.

And that’s pretty much it! I’ve got a lot of other headcanons and thoughts on this topic but I’ll save those for later. I’ll prolly reblog this post with addendums if I do so. Also note that I use all this for my Splatoon fanfic Inkopolis Rising, as well as several other Splatoon AUs and stories.

#splatoon #ramblings #long post #I’ve thought way to much about all this #walls of text