#oc: yvssek

[unaarista]

A little Christmas present for @wisp-of-chaos and @faewrenbird (not Christmas-themed, i'm sorry XD)

Arranged marriage AU, so they are still slowly getting acquaintance with each other, despite being legally married lol

[wisp-of-chaos]

Write a kiss meme : Yvssek and Qirilissk, n°28

(If you feel like it, obviously ! >< I'm sending two suggestions, just in case one of them inspire you ! :p)

Kiss prompt #28 "as a lie" from this post -> Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss!

Yvssek has never been one to shy way from blood and gore or violence. It reveled in it. Had torn skin and crushed bones; pulled limbs and sliced meat. Got drunk on screams and cries of terror and fear. Felt the thrill of triumph and sadistic pleasure when it watched the life fade from yet another pair of utterly non memorable eyes.

This time was different. This time, Yvssek was horrified at the sight of blood slowly pooling around and seeping into its robes. There was no joy as it watched the body in its arms go limp; heard the breathing turn into a weak rasp.

This isn't happening, it thought; mind racing and refusing to make sense of the scene before it. It can't.

Lifting a trembling tentacle, it gives a probing touch to the long, slender head.

There was no reaction. It's hands tightened around narrow shoulders and pulls them close, as if trying to shield and protect. To keep him safe.

A pained sound and furrowing brows make Yvssek's heart skip a beat. A pair of eyes open and look at him. Yvssek is used to their gaze, their color. Their annoying, ever present mirth. It's not there now. They're dull and dark. Exhausted.

Yvssek feels the uncomfortable stab of cold dread piercing through its chest.

Qirilissk smiles at it and looks like a stranger. There is no sharp edge to it, no teasing tilt of his head. His eyes stay unfocused and only open halfway. Even this small, mundane gesture is a struggle for him. Yvssek sees it in the strain on his face; feels it in the way his body tenses.

“Are you worried?”, Qirilissk asks; his mind barely a whisper against Yvssek's. As weak and broken as his body.

“No”, Yvssek says and hates itself for it. It's more a reaction than an answer; automated and mechanical. A habit.

Qirilissk chuckles – or rather, he tries to. His body convulses at the sound; shuddering and jerking and Yvssek feels the pain bleeding from his mind; free and without a trace of restrain. His mental state mirroring that of his body.

Yvssek pulls him closer; flush against its chest and lowers its head until it rests against Qirilissk's skull. It's tender and desperate. Yvssek doesn't want to let go.

Qirilissk's face relaxes. Softens.

“I see”, he whispers and moves a tentacle. Yvssek feels the movement more than it sees it; feels the muscles beneath his face tense and flex. Then, there's a cool, damp pressure to its cheek. It's barely noticeable.

The tentacle lingers for a moment, then moves to curl around its head and slowly stokes the pulsating, protruding brain. “It's going to be alright”, he says and Yvssek doesn't know if its for himself, for it or both of them.

It feels the tentacle grow heavy. Hears his breathing slow down and become shallow and uneven. A shadow slips into his eyes. The smile falls.

Yvssek's own breathing comes to a halt; its eyes sting and its claws curl and dig into fabric and skin alike. Qirilissk doesn't even flinch.

This isn't happening. Yvssek won't allow this to happen. It won't let go of him. Not now, not ever. It wasn't ready – will never be ready. Qirilissk is Yvssek's, and it refuses to part with its belongings. Especially one so dear and treasured. Special.

Qirilissk's eyes fall shut and his breath stops. Yvssek's vision blurs.

This can't be happening. There were so many things Yvssek still had to tell Qirilissk. Things, it meant so say for so long, yet had never found the right moment and time to do so. Things, he wanted – needed to tell Qirilissk. Things, Qirilissk deserved to hear.

Please, Yvssek thinks and curls around him. Don't …

It jolts; startled by a tiny spark of psionic energy jumping from Qirilissk's mind into its own. Its small and weak; nothing more than a brief, fleeting itch. But it's there. It's there when Yvssek hears the faint echo of Qirilissk's “It's going to be alright” ghost through its mind.

It's there when Yvssek feels yet another life coming to an end under its hands.

[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!

Summary:

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

[unaarista]

For a friend: Yvsssek/Qirilissk bridal style, please but with a twist: it's Qirilissk carrying a very angry and annoyed Yvssek ready to strike and/or lash out while the worm looks all smug

Yay, slapfight!

I think Yvssek would be equally pissed if he drops it, and if he continues to hold it :D

B4, Carried bridal style. Full list of prompts -> HERE (new requests are on pause for now)

[unaarista]

Speaking of Qirilissk, here's a part of upcoming sticker sheet, featuring @wisp-of-chaos's evil man and FaeWren's Yvssek (another evil man)

[traumfressers-den]

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

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~

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!

Summary:

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

[traumfressers-den]

So, a friend have been thinking and talking about our awful OC's and this sorta happened

Summary:

Sometimes, fate is cruel and merciless. It destroys and takes everything; crushes dreams and ambitions alike and leaves you bruised and bleeding in the dust. Mutilated. Humiliated. Alone. While other times, it gives you a subtle nudge towards a better, brighter future full of possibilities and chances. That said nudge comes for Yvssek in the form of an annoyingly smug and highly arrogant stranger who seemingly can’t stop smirking at it and is constantly testing its patience has to be someone’s bad joke, though.

[traumfressers-den]

Summary:

A shocking discovery is made. Feelings rage and boil and Qirilissk keeps on testing Yvssek’s patience. Or is he only trying to help, perhaps?