#oc: balam

[princeofhags]

i just finished reading about iraestra so wand of twilight for her as well!

Wand of Twilight. Iraestra conjures a spirit from the land of the dead to speak to them.

FANTASY PROMPTS | @foxboyclit

Smoke floods the altar in fragrant plumes, the familiar taste of myrrh coating the back of Iraestra's throat uncomfortably. Her steps, purposefully measured and slow, sound monstrous in the cavernous wings of the ceremonial chamber. The peace is further broken by the occasional murmur of an invocation or rustling cloth. There has been no order given for silence, but the trepidation hanging heavy in the air as the incense enforces the command. They all wait in the lurch of a breathless hush, an animal instinct to a known threat. Still, so that the hunter is not enthralled by your fleeing. Anticipation before the blow.

Does their visitor scent the fear he instills in the air, like a hound? Does the chorus of thrumming hearts beckon to him like the call of war drums? Bodies, so many bodies for him to open and bleed.

Itaestra does not doubt that he often relishes it. Bhaalspawn are such curious, depraved half-beasts.

Prince of the Blood. A self-given title, perhaps, but she has heard the reverence Bhaal's faithful pour at his feet like wine libations. Their honored guest is heir to a butcher's legacy. She thinks him little more than a glorified killer draped in the dressings of grandeur.

Iraestra does not cower or draw back from him, but there is still an instinctual unease at the thought of a Bhaalspawn being familiar with her. The Dread Lord’s wicked heirs do not know friends, only warm bodies to bite with steel. The world to them is already dead, merely waiting to be torn asunder to show its truest color: the crimson of fresh spilt blood.

A hedonistic dogma. She holds her tongue due to the respect granted to Bhaal by her own unholy master.

She observes the preparations for the ritual with only half an eye, attention commanded by the ophidian silhouette haunting the edge of the room. What a disquieting picture he paints. His height causes him to loom terribly, heads and shoulders above the flock of mortal meat. He need not even draw his weapon to kill half the room should he wish it. Each finger is tipped with a talon that catches the candlelight with each of his clenching hand. When he had spoken, his teeth had stood out vividly against the stone-black gleam of his scales. The dried gore on his scales embrace him as intimately as any lover.

The wicked length of a barbed tail flickers in what may be a sign of agitation in his people, or merely a quirk of the extra limb. His attention is riveted on the altar. She half expects it to catch aflame.

She attempts not to concern herself with his growing impatience. Any fool can cast a spell to converse with the departed; a Myrkulite only does so at the behest of another and the blessings of the Bone Lord. She will not disregard the tenants of her faith even for this Prince.

"You're eager," she observes. The dragonborn has not left the corpse's side since it was brought to her. Curious. He must be thoroughly invested in the secrets it would spill. "It was good that you preserved the jaw. A wasted trip had you not," she stops by the head, only the breadth of a few steps between her and the Prince.

At that, he finally regards her. Even in his initial instructions he had been short with her. "What of a tongue?

"Is this a theoretical or practical query?" Short of the patience to wait for an answer, Iraestra snaps at one of the attendants. "Bone Talker, check the mouth."

Questing fingers find only half of the appendage still intact. If removed before death, exsanguination is as likely a cause as any.

"It will do," she decides. "I am ready to begin." Her attendants step back as one.

The body has been prepared as best they can given its mangled state. This man, who can be no older than twenty, bares the marks of a slow death. The skull, partially caved, rests unevenly on the cloth. He does not even look peaceful now, as the victims of violence rarely do.

She steps forward, hands rising from her sides. Iraestra readies herself to speak the ancient words.

"Alone," the Prince's clipped voice rings out clearly. Not a request. Demand.

Iraestra hisses her frustration. Better vexation, than dread. She knows the vestments of anger well, slips into them like a second skin. Her mouth twists, her shoulders draw tight. Her hands are half-formed claws in the air. She hears the pound of her own heart in her ears.

What is so important that it cannot be witnessed by the others? What is to be done with her, who will attend to the questioning herself?

"Mistress?" Every cowled head in the room turns to look at her. They hear the call for her death as vividly as she. One of the fools is brave enough to step towards her, as if they could truly do anything to intervene. She admires them for their stupidity.

The Prince watches her, well aware of what he asks for. Trust or faith or maybe both. Clearly, he is looking for a reaction. Will she falter, will she balk? Could he make a bouquet of the stench of her unease? He regards her with a snake's stare, eyes cold licks of fire. He does not blink.

If he thinks he can subdue her so easily, then he is sorely mistaken. She is drow. She is Oblodra. Her own mother's hands were the first to ever try to take her life. He will find no easy marks here today. Let him slake his thirsts elsewhere. There are other, weaker creatures for him to gorge himself on.

"Leave us," Iraestra does not take her eyes from the Prince. She does not speak or move again until the door clicks shut behind the last attendant. How awfully similar it sounds to the closing stone of a tomb.

She rounds on him, irritation clear. "Why did you ask for me?"

The Prince is the first to look away, back to her hands and then the body. Iraestra does not feel like she has won anything of merit. It is impossible to tell if he is pleased. "The Banite confides in you. I thought to do the same."

He does not give a name, nor does she ask for it. She wonders at what the Prince knows of her talks with the other Chosen.

"And what if his confidence is misplaced?" A theoretical. Her loyalty is not often brought into question. It is rare that she pledges it at all.

"Then I will kill you," the Prince simply states.

She laughs. That intention is only the natural conclusion of the dance. There is no greater aim for those of his depraved bent. "So you say. Did you not plan to do so already?"

His head tilts in a particularly reptilian gesture. His glittering eyes have found the pulse in her throat, her bare wrists. She cares not for his study. It feels too much like a physical caress, high beneath dress and robe. One hunger is not too different from another, and she supposes they may be frighteningly the same for him. Both indulgences of the flesh, in the end. "Do not tempt me. Your blood would spill sweetly on this floor."

Iraestra sneers. "Cast your fetid gaze elsewhere, brute. You will not find easy prey in me."

He chuckles darkly. "Of that I am sure. I would savor the challenge as much as anything else."

"I was under the impression that there were more pressing matters at hand, given your early insistence on haste."

"Time can always be afforded for pleasure, sorceress. Consider the feel of silk on the skin. The burst of fruit between teeth and the rush of the juice down your chin, the clench of a lover tight around you as they sob your name. That final, shuddering breath that flutters out of the throat at death. Do you not feel the drum of the heart in your own chest? Do you not wish to dance to it? If you are so indifferent to it, I could show you how to listen to it once more. To feel it." How reverently he speaks, as if he is at the shrine of his own father-god. His lids have nearly closed in rapture.

There's smoke in the dragonborn's mouth and anticipation in his words, thick enough to choke on. He whispers with the tongue of a snake, words dripping from the depravities he utters.

As mad as his sister, the shape-changer, Iraestra decides with disdain. The seed of Bhaal is truly cursed with madness, complete and true. It was preferable when he was barely acknowledging her presence despite demanding it in the first place.

"You have nothing that I desire." Were she younger, still a fool turned by a pretty face, she may have once allowed herself to be seduced by the offer. She ignores the answering hook of arousal low in her gut, focusing once more on the misshapen head on the pillow. Reminds herself of whose hands exactly have crushed it. There is much to do before she is ready for the grave. "Now, if you will allow me to get on with this, we may be each rid of the other before long."

“A pity that you deny yourself,” but he nods. “Perform your rites. Regretfully, I cannot linger for long.” 

Iraestra does not regret that. She is exhausted and enthralled by him in equal measure. Let this be the first and last time she suffers his company. 

She begins her prayer to the dead. 

#oc: balam #oc: iraestra #princeofhags writes #foxboyclit #lord that only took me forever #i was tired of this sitting in my drafts and i feel like the abrupt ending to their interactions shows this but alas #glad to have it out in the world and I hope you like it! #the two of them and their dynamic is very fun to write although I feel like it's clear where I picked it back up again oop #context for anyone else reading is that iraestra is an oblodra - one of the last of a powerful drow psionic line - and now a myruklite #got all involved in chosen shenanigans due to her psionics and knowledge of illithids and helped w tadpole research #def has a weird on and off again with gort #balam is my durge and he's batshit and his whole thing is Hedonistic Pleasures? Hedonistic Pleasures tonight queen??? #while also being a lean mean scaled killing machine. he has multitudes. and those are 'fuck' and 'bleed it out'. #usually both in whatever order he pleases #but durgetash is also canon in my writing soooooooo #here is 2/3 of the weirdest most toxic polycule #does this count as a meet cute?? #realize there was very little of actually talking to the dead in this. or. not at all. but my brain is fried friend #warnings for typical necromancer and bhaalspawn shenanigans and just lots of weird talking #nothing much happens of consequence but i had fun

[3nderart]

random art dump with ocs and a lot of tags

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichirou #mairuma #m!ik #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #shichikal #minecraft #minecraft oc #splatoon #splatoon side order #mairuma oc #freddy fazbear #freddy fivebear #slendytubbies #sans undertale #flowey undertale #spooky month #skid and pump

[lychii]

Major league freak

#oc #original character #Balam #my characters #character design #art #my art #digital art #gore #blood

[yuno-karei]

Nelly pile! Nelly pile!

(Other OCs from the first image: Rwar Devlin @/bisquuet and Seere Sasha @/mangopie)

Bonus funny thought of leg Urrun from discord:

#mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #m!ik oc #mairuma oc #other's ocs #oc #yunOCs #yuno art #doodle #I swear Nelly's just so fun to draw #no thoughts just shapes #jelly nelly #rwar devlin #seere sasha #frore sapphira #naama rikva #balam shichirou #vinea urrun #seru flavros

[zenithshiddenden]

you're crying in your room, hiding away from everyone. stuck in your own head, you know you need to stop, it's not healthy, but it's just so hard for you to pull yourself out of the hell of overthinking and terrible fantasies you've created in your mind..

then you feel a familiar hand touch you, the touch hesitant at first, they don't know if this is what you want. when they see you lean in, they don't hesitate, pulling you into a tight hug. they hate seeing their darling upset.

i'm thinking..

𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙔𝙊, 𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙆𝙄, 𝘽𝘼𝙇𝘼𝙈, 𝙆𝙀𝙆𝙊𝙍𝙄, 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙀, ᵃᵍᵃʳᵉˢ, ᵏᵃˡᵉᵍᵒ, ᵒʳⁱᵃˢ, ˢᵃᵇⁿᵒᶜᵏ

#Chiyo x reader #Yes it returns #Chiyo is my OC #Momonoki x reader #balam shichiro x reader #balam x reader #Kekori x reader #Alice Asmodeus x reader #Agares x reader #Kalego x reader #Orias x reader #Sabnock x reader #Vent? No. Content.

[truffle-draws]

Decided to try to design a Welcome To Demon School Iruma-Kun OC and im really happy with how she turned out, maybe ill write a fic about it 👀

P.S. Shes wearing long gloves

#art #welcome to demon school fanart #welcome to demon school iruma kun #after school #oc #balam x reader #balam shichiro x reader #professor balam

[mac-kd8]

I drew this for a fanfic I have been reading called “For Sake of a Smile”

Summary: Iruma has a human adopted mother who sold herself to Sullivan, after finding out what Iruma’s shitty parents have done.  After arriving in the demon world, she soon found out that Iruma wasn’t suffering, but instead living the good life.  Knowing that Iruma was safe and sound, she willingly became Sullivan’s adopted daughter.  She later became the librarian of Babyls’s and had gotten very, very close to a white-haired demon who teaches mythical creatures.

I worked and talked to the author, and I drew a picture of the main character in their fanfic.

Author: snippychicke

Name of Oc :Yua Suzuki

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #welcome to demon school #welcome to demon school! Iruma Kun #Welcome to demon school! Iruma-Kun #for sake of a smile #balam shichirou #balam x reader #balam x oc #balam fanart #balam sensei #balam shichiro x reader #Yua Suzuki #iruma #Iruma kun fanart #m!ik fanart

[freyrmichokolatte]

yall I'm baving another Balam brainrot someone help

#WHERE ARE THE BALAM CENTRIC STORIES #NO NOT X READERS NOR X OCS #JUST #PLS #give me father balam ao3 pls where are they #balam shichirou #shichirou balam #balam sensei #m!ik #mairimashita! iruma kun #wtds!ik #welcome to demon school iruma kun

[qkyuu]

doodles of the teachers n some doodles of an oc

#kyus art bag thing #mairuma #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #im so sorry balam. im so sorry #he looks fucking actrocious. he looks that way because i forgot his appearance #GOES THE SAME FOR ROBIN cuz i forgot his front hair #also thats my lil oc guy Yuma. a lonely human. god give him some cake please

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Me rambling like the insane creature of the night I am.

My partner sipping coffee as they watch me fly about our apartment.

Me: do you think I need to create a whole new reader?

My partner: why? The one you have works

Me: Because there are more people out there, and some can't relate to the chaotic gremlin reader who is now basically balams lover at this point.

My partner raises an eyebrow: Isn't that why you are so flexible about the readers' emotions in each story?

Me: well yes but no. I'm think since this reader is crazy, loud, and vindictive, I might need something else.

My partner: But don't you prove that that reader is also soft, kind, and loving? I mean, some of your stories are a complete 180 it kinda amazes me how much range you placed into them without a single descriptor or a name drop.

Me still thinking I'm missing something: the problem is that I want to make sure I don't fall into a rut.

My partner: Then make another character, but instead of a reader, try an oc.

Me: oh no I'm not-

My partner: Just try, ask your readers for their opinion. If they hate a sample you provide, then just stick with your original reader character.

#reader #oc #writing #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichirou

[stowawayy]

hmmmmmm......... ont he brain...... friends :]

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl oc #cultofthelamb #oc #doodle #lineless #myart #stowaway au #in order!! #verrier . phanes. alecto #orias . murmur. iudex #balam . mammon. malphas

[princeofhags]

I did the thing

#this took me a while trying to DECIDE #oc: iraestra #oc: balam #ot3: he is the tender butcher who showed me the price of flesh is love #and a few of these have weird explanations behind them but balam is horniest most violent sluttiest wants to see insides be their outsides #irae more wants to see their insides to study and put in a little jar on her shelf #but like gort views himself as acting for the good of the gate and the sword coast hence the slightly more selfless leaning here bc this is #about how they view themselves #though in that case irae would probably view herself as very selfless bc she is doing this for her family and revenge in their name #the most baseline explanation of this is that irae is a mykrulite under ketheric but thinks that he is becoming old and ineffectual #and losing himself in his grief and beginning to doubt that he can uphold his end of the dead three pact and there's plans to replace him #and orin finds out about it when she tadpoles balam and iraeis tadpoled as well or somethng. might change that storyline around a little bu #considering irae having a group of myrkulite cultists who answer specifically to her and pay lip service to ketheric or idk sometttthingg #throwing ideas at the wall and seeing what sticks #didn't feel assed trying to draw balam or gort so you get these #also yes that's a leapord gecko not a salamander but we'll ignore that #also unsure how i feel about gort age but i just threw something in there #half the time spent on this was just editing it for 3 people #lamia muses

[3nderart]

mr villain from villain's day off i love giant, non human with a soft spot for silly things

boobless balam

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichirou #mairuma #m!ik #mr villain's day off #splatoon #splatoon oc art

[belphegorlily]

Lala in her school days she was friends with both Balam and kalego but was incredibly shy and their were rumors going round that she was some form of ice queen when she was just shy

#marimashita iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik balam #balam shichirou #naberius kalego #ocs #original art #anime art #unicorn #m!lk #manga art

[janicemarieaudio]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 魔入りました! 入間くん | Mairimashita! Iruma-kun | Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Naberius Kalego/Original Female Character(s), Opera/Original Female Character(s), Balam Shichiro & Naberius Kalego, Balam Shichiro & Naberius Kalego & Opera, Balam Shichiro & Opera, Balam Shiichiro & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Demon King Derkila (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun), Lord Sullivan (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun) Additional Tags: Romance, Love at First Sight, Falling In Love, Rivalry, Theatre, Alternate Universe - Ballet, Tsundere Naberius Kalego, Forbidden Love, Demon/Human Relationships, kalego vs. opera Summary:

When a young, teenage, Naberius Kalego goes to special performance with Balam, it is there that he comes across a beautiful, respectable, and talented demon. Her name: Selene.

However, when he learns that his senpai, Opera, is her co-star, and also happens to take a liking to Selene, it is a battle between rivals, (if you can even call them that), for her affection.

But there is actually one thing about Selene that neither of them know.

Selene is, in fact, human.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #naberius kalego #kalego x oc #balam shichirou #naberius kalego x reader #iruma kun opera #mairimashita opera

[fairyringsandwings]

hope you don't mind, but...

will we possible have a chapter or side fic that features Cualli and Balam (+ their parents) reuniting tearfully with Shuri?

like would that, along with kind and accept encounters with Talokanil help Shuri settle down as Queen?

Hello Anon!

Cualli and Balam will definitely be reunited with Shuri at some point! I hadn't thought about including their parents, so I'll see if I can add them! It would make sense that they would want to meet the woman who saved their children + whose gonna be their future Queen.

They'll play a part in Shuri being accepted as Queen, as well as possibly convincing her to return to Talokan. If my chapter count doesn't go up, we'll hopefully get that reunion in chapter 11 :3

#ask #anon #queen of the drowned #im so glad people are interested in Cualli and Balam T-T (am always nervous adding ocs)