Sep 15 2010

Just an odd Succubus Costume…

Sometimes I wonder about organizations that have their names placed on products, services and so forth. What surprised me this week was a costume that had the Cirque Du Soleil name and logo on it…

Moreover, my thought was… this seems to be a bit odd for them isn’t it?

This costume is described as being a Cirque Du Soleil Diabla Devil Costume. I can see the style of this show in the costume. they do like their frills and somewhat different take on legends, myths and ideas as well…

This officially licensed costume includes a red velvety dress with sheer gold embellishments, an attached gold tail and gold “flame” collar that can be shaped as needed. A red handheld mask with faux gold leaf horns is included as are long, red velvety gloves with pointy fingers. However, the shoes are not included in the costume…

Now, originally this costume was available for $140 US, but it now appears on the web for around $75 US at various sites including Amazon.com…

And I’m sorry but this doesn’t do a single thing for me. To be honest it looks like a bunch of fabric stitched together almost haphazardly and that really is what disappoints me most.

The gloves really are something I cannot quite understand either as they have long finger lengths that, I think, would make holding things a bit difficult… I could be wrong, but it would concern me a lot…

I might keep the mask and alter it some, I would add straps to it and make it no longer a handheld one. That’s something that again, makes little sense to me as you have to keep holding up the mask throughout the evening’s party and I don’t think there are a lot of us that can do that.

I’m going to give this costume one pitchfork out of five, but that’s being generous I think to be honest…

Definitely not on the costume list for me…

Tera

Sep 14 2010

Temptations 77

Tera, The Queen of the Succubi, has learned something she really should have known all along…

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Temptations 77

By TeraS, Alei, and Bstyles

“..Andrea…”  B’s voice was soft, as was the smile on his face.

Her words were so heartfelt…

For a brief moment B delved into her being, sensing her emotional state.  He was present that day at the Party, was there to witness the forging of the deep connections between her and Tera.

He almost gasped with astonishment…her thoughts were sincere.

She meant every word of it.

Her feelings were true.  And they very well had to be, for her to find her way back to this place.

He grinned a little, reaching out to give Andrea’s hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  His smiling eyes moved to look at Tera.

“…does this answer your question, Tera?  Touching another’s life so profoundly…making them be welcome in your world…”

“Even for just one, I would say you did very good.”  He smiled at her.

The tears just came then… She couldn’t stop them…

It wasn’t so much what Andrea had said or what B had told her…

It was just the way she was…

Making people welcome wasn’t half as important as trying to help someone find their way and become something more than what they were. There was no point in all of her efforts if in the end nothing changed for them…

Her tail wrapped itself around her waist as she spoke softly, “I can’t imagine my world without the two of you within it… I think about what was and then what is… And I am thankful that you both took the chance to try with me… But… But there are always the failures and that eats at me in the middle of the night… The memories are hard to overcome….”

She looked at B and a bit more at Andrea, “I think you both understand what I mean… I have… Mistakes… To atone for… Probably never will make up for them all….”

A small smile appeared on her lips again, “But I try…”

She took the moment when B held Andrea’s hand and placed hers upon them both, “Nothing in the universes is as important as knowing and loving those that are your family…All of the moments that hurt and heal…. Every single moment with them is a moment to be held and cherished for there may not be another to be found…”

She managed a truth to them both in a whisper, “I can’t lose you all for nothing…”

I reach up with one finger and gently wipe each tear away from her perfect face, marveling at it’s complexity, it’s perfection and if anything the more amazing being it hid beneath it.

“I know all about mistakes … you both know that.” I say in a soft voice.  “I know I can never put them all right again, I’m not even sure I can put even one … you both know that too.”

I take a book from one of the shelves and gently lay my hand on it.  “You will never lose me, for my heart goes with you wherever you go, however near, however far.  My body is yours at a touch, my life, yours for the asking.”

I pick the book up gently running my finger over it’s soft leather cover.  “This is a place of stories … a place where people can come to lose themselves, or find themselves.”

“This”, I say holding out the book to her, sliding it gently over her arm,” is an opportunity. Nothing more … nothing less.”

I step closer … pressing the volume between us, resting it so that our breasts almost, but not quite touch.  “Opportunities are what we choose them to be.  Like this,” I say looking down at the book.  “It can seperate us or … ” I say removing it, allowing our breasts to softly glide across each other.   “It can lead us to amazing things.”

I look at the opening page … one showing a tall blonde woman and an exquiste woman with raven black hair … entwined as if one … eyes locked as if the world beyond them did not exist.

“Opportunities are what you create … their worth … that lies in how we use them.”  I say in a soft voice.

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B has always been the wise one really…

Tera

Sep 13 2010

Storm Clouds 90 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

More Chapter 15 edits this week…

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Storm Clouds 90

Chapter 14

By TeraS

After Camilla left, Tom spent the next thirty minutes grilling Bill over what he had done, what he was doing, and whether anyone in his company might have taken it upon themselves to attack Brent and his wife. He came to the conclusion that, while Bill wasn’t directly involved in what happened, Tom could not dismiss the possibility that someone who worked for Bill had done the deed … or that Bill was hiding something from him.

That bothered him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe what Bill had said; it was the sheer stupidity of Bill blowing up and going off on a tirade over the injustice that he perceived had been done to him.

Tom didn’t enjoy pushing his old friend that way. Worse was trying to break all of his explanations and reasons why he wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Most of the reasons made sense—most of them—but one exchange just about pushed Bill over the edge, and that worried him.

Tom sighed and paced in front of the offices again.  He was sure that the workers inside were looking at him oddly, but he didn’t care: Bill was not quite cleared; that one piece of evidence would damn him in court if it came to that.

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

It wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough that fingers could be pointed, witnesses found, and, in the end, Bill could be sent to jail for a long time. But when you are seen threatening someone with death, and promising to harm his family … that is too much to ignore.

Bill had explained that he was madder than hell. That something had snapped inside of him when Brent was nearby. “Something ’bout that guy rubs me the wrong way. He’s just so damn smug, knows all of the secrets, stuff that you don’t want out. I dunno how he does it, but he knows where to be and what to look for. Damn frustratin’. He’d be a great spy. Wonder if he is one.”

Tom continued to pace around for a while. He didn’t know where Camilla had gone; he assumed she would return to the office when she was done talking to Billy. He assumed that she would, at least. She seemed like a responsible woman, if a bit irritating. It hit him, then, why Bill would be driven crazy by Brent.

Tom wondered if that was part of those people’s nature.

He watched Bill’s staff run their errands in and out of the office, most of them ignoring his pacing as he waited for Camilla to return. In his mind, Tom was putting together the questions that needed to be put to Bill next. He was, after all, and by his own admission, someone Tom needed to grill for information.

Coming to the end of one of his walks down the corridor, he turned without looking and walked head-on into someone: a short, blonde, Asian someone. She stood in front of him, a pile of files and papers surrounding her scattered on the floor. For a moment, her dark brown eyes regarded him, and then a flush of embarrassment passed over her and she knelt to the floor, beginning to gather what she had dropped moments before.

Tom knelt with her: “I’m sorry, please, let me help you.”

She didn’t reply, save for a slight nod, her focus for the moment on the mess around her rather than Tom beside her.

After a few minutes, Tom handed her the last file and, as she finally looked at him again, said, “I’m Tom.”

The blush was still there as she replied, “Tenshi. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

“It was my fault; should have been paying attention instead of being a hazard to women.”

That made her smile just slightly, “I … thank you for the help.”

“You’re welcome. Have you been with Bill long?”

Clutching the files to her chest as she stood she managed, “A year now. Please excuse me. I must attend to my duties …”

She then rushed off again on whatever errand she was on, leaving Tom standing there alone again, pondering what she had said to him, and, more importantly, why she was so shook up over what had happened.

Camilla came into view soon after, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Tom noticed that Billy wasn’t there, and he wasn’t too pleased about that. He had been intending to grill Billy next, thanks to his father’s admission, but would now have to hunt him down and corner him. Filing away the thoughts on his old friend, he called out to Camilla, “Where’s Billy? Have to talk to him.”

“No, you don’t. He’s not to blame for this: he nor his father.”

Tom rubbed his chin a moment, then said, “You got a feeling or something?”

She looked around, then nodded and explained, “Let’s just say that my … ‘feelings’ … are pretty accurate.”

Turning away, he replied, “You’ll have to explain that to me sometime. Soon would be great. You know, before I have to toss them both in jail.”

Camilla looked at him curiously, then followed behind. Tom seemed to be in a rush to get out of the warehouse, and she found herself running a bit to keep up with him. Then she asked, “Do you have something to charge them with?”

“Enough to charge Bill: making threats. He was foolish in front of a lot of people. That’s a big no-no in things like this.”

“Passions of the heart can make us all say silly things we don’t mean at the moment they are said.”

“Passions can and have killed in the past, you know.”

Camilla had finally caught up to him, and, as she walked beside, started to lecture Tom a bit, “Those are not passions. Those are misguided beliefs and desires that pull one away from what is important, pull one inward, toward oneself. It is easier to fall to darker desires and temptations than it is to hold onto the more important things within.”

“You know, I don’t understand all of that stuff. I’m just a simple man. I haven’t got the time to deal with theories and wishes. I deal with facts. Give me some of those and I’ll be able to deal with ‘em.”

“All right, then.  Fact: Bill said that he would never harm a lady. Fact: you agree that he would not either. Therefore, he cannot be the one to have done the deed nor order it done.”

“Okay; see, that’s not a fact.  That is conjecture.”

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

“A feeling? You said that before. What does that mean?”

The pair exited the warehouse, but Camilla did not speak until she was quite sure that no one else would hear them talk.

“I … We … know people by their souls, Thomas. When I touched your hand, I knew that you were a good man. I also knew that you have a troubled past and that you have lost someone close to you.”

Tom’s look was a mix of shock and concern, but, before he could say anything, she continued:  “I did not look deeply into you. I did not look into your memories; I could have, but, because I respect you, and you did not give me permission, I did not. All I knew was that you cared about what happened to Patricia, for whatever reason you had, and so …”

“And so that was your lure to get me involved in this …”

“You did not have to.”

He stopped walking: “You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

Tom wanted to rant at her, but her logic was sound. He did poke his nose in, and he was deep in it now. With a sigh, he asked, “How much do you know about Bill and his son?”

“Enough to know that Bill has not killed anyone, ever. I can say the same for Billy, as well.”

“Okay, explain that … in simple words so that my mind doesn’t break.”

Camilla laced her hands together and explained, “If you are dark, or have been touched by the dark, if you have killed or done something that serves the dark and makes it gain power, you are marked, in your soul. If I touch someone like that, I’ll know. The same is true of someone who has been touched by the light, but it is different.”

“Weird. Sort of sounds like you are a divining rod.”

She giggled a bit and pointed at her forehead: “Divine I am not. Or at least I do not appear to be.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile, “Right. I forgot about that.’

“What most people are, generally, are shades of grey. That’s normal, and what we expect. But there are always exceptions to that rule. If either of them had killed, they would not be grey; they would be dark. I don’t sense that in either of them.”

“So, you give them a pass?”

“I give them more than a pass: there is nothing in them that even hints they are involved. But …”

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

That stopped Tom in his tracks. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asked, “What kind of favor?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh come on. He’s a suspect in spite of your feelings about him.  You can’t just go and trust someone because …”

“I can and I did. In the end I gave him some comfort and, in response to that, he agreed to do something for me. He will. He’s as honourable as his father.”

“Did you tell him anything more than what Bill knows?”

“No. We did talk about his mother a while. He misses her. He does not want to lose his father as well.”

Tom stared off into space for a time before ending the conversation with, “We don’t have the evidence to clear Bill. Right now, he’s the only suspect we’ve got.”

“Then we should find more.”

Tom smiled again, “Right. Look Camilla, I know that you … work … differently then we do. I get that. But you have to see that we have rules and laws here and I have to enforce them. That means that without a piece of paper, a videotape, a confession … hell, anything at all that points me away from Bill, I’m going to arrest him real soon.”

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

“You will not be able to. I can see that.”

“I know. But that’s part of the job. Sometimes, I think that I sold my soul for the job.”

With that confession, Tom whistled for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pull up to the curb. He opened the door and let her go in first. As she did so, Camilla told him, with a serious tone in her voice, “You cannot sell that which is held by another, Thomas.”

He climbed into the cab, gave their destination and, as the taxi drove them away, Tom’s memories came back to haunt him again … as they always did.

As they departed, Billy watched from one of the windows in the upper floor of the warehouse. He liked Camilla, liked her a lot. After they had left, he stood there by the window, watching the traffic pass by, and thought about what Camilla had asked him to do. He didn’t know why exactly he had agreed to it, maybe it was just wanting to do something when, so far, there was nothing he could do for his father.

With a sigh he rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone, opened it, and made a call.

“It’s me. Yah. No, no they didn’t arrest Dad. I … trust them. Have to trust someone, don’t I? Anyway, I need somethin’ done … today.”

Billy turned away from the window and walked off into the gloom around him, doing what he hoped would help his father in the end …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Jane awoke to hissing. For a moment she thought it was a snake or something similar; she startled and tried to move, but then heard a voice.

“No. Don’t move. Just lay there a minute, whoever you are.”

It took another moment for her memories to come rushing back to her, then she recognized the voice. It was John, that guy that she had talked to before … before everything went black. From the sound of his voice, Jane assumed that she didn’t look like that girl who was on his mind when she first met him.

In the next moment, she tried to move her hands towards her face and the source of that hissing sound, which she now realized was an oxygen mask. A firm hand pushed her hands back down, and she opened her eyes to see John standing above her:  “Look. Just stay there and don’t move.”

He looked around for a moment and then, to Jane’s surprise, flicked one of her horns with a finger, the thunk of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic; if someone could see her horns … His next words to her didn’t help a lot, either.

“I know you’re not who you look like. I called Jenni. She’s at her office. You aren’t her. You look like her, but you aren’t her. Now, listen carefully to me: if you try to run, people will see you. Jenni is on her way down here right now. If someone sees you, there will be questions that you probably don’t want to answer. Besides, you have smoke inhalation, you’re weak, and you aren’t going to get very far. Now, nod if you understand me.”

Jane did so.

“Okay. You’re in the back seat of my car. You have an oxygen mask on, and you are under a blanket so no one can see you right now. Just stay there and I’ll get you out of here, all right?”

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, the oxygen mask was gone, but the blanket was still there, and she was still moving. Sitting up gingerly, she held her head in her hands while she managed a question: “Where am I?”

“Still in my car. I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

Jane then looked up and found herself looking at … Jenni. With horns. Green horns. The only thing she managed was a soft, “Damn” before she fell back into the seat with a thud.

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

“Jane … Jenni … I can see how I could be confused. No wait, you were Jenni when we first met. Now you are Jenni with horns.” He looked in the mirror at her, “So. Are they real? The horns, I mean. And is that what you look like or is it all makeup or something?”

Jane’s first instinct was to lie and tell him that was all it was. But then a problem with that lie occurred to her: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her. She has been out cold for a while. He could have checked and seen that it was all real. Lying to him would be a mistake.

So she said the only thing she could say at that moment: “You’d never believe me even if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she added, “So. What are you going to do, then? Police or something?”

John smiled thinly, replying with a flat, “Or something,” as he continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts …

Jane’s were spinning around one the one thing she had to do her best to present:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her . . . or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she found. But the one that she held onto was: how she could get out of this mess she found herself in.

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by without saying anything else for the moment, mostly because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts, on the other hand, were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the Hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those … horns? … on Jenni’s … no, Jane’s … head told him that something was seriously wrong here.

He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond.  No, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were–and he found this still impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. He needed a doctor:  someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.  He found himself liking that possibility, as that would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other idea that prodded him as being the truth.  Looking once more in the mirror he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.”

Sep 12 2010

Lost Girl Premieres tonight…

And so the day, or rather, evening has arrived… Tonight at 9 PM, on the Showcase television channel the series Lost Girl premieres…

And so, I’m going to post my hopesfor the series here and see if any of them actually come true…

What do I want to see in the series that I do not expect that I will see:

-We will not see horns or a tail. If they do, I will be shocked to be honest because in all of the previews and so forth, there isn’t a hint of that.

-She will not be a “traditional” Succubus. This I expect as, according to the series information, she is part of the Fae.

-The Fae will not be traditional either. They can’t be considering that, again from what little information we have, they seem to not have Fae characteristics.

-They will overdo Bo’s need to “feed”. If they turn her into an addict, that would really be a disappointment as it would be so very formulaic I think.

What I expect the series to be like:

-I’m expecting Crisis of the Week. They have said that Bo will be having a “crisis of the week”. Considering the themes of the series, I think an overall arc would be so much better. And I am not just talking about the “Bo finds out about herself” theme. I mean something meatier that the viewer can get into more than, at the end of the season, saying, so that’s why she is what she is.

-It’s going to be dark. With the emphasis on Bo’s need to feed, the appearance of evil and so on in the trailers, I expect a series that is more dark than sexy. I don’t need a lot of sexy, but honestly, why is it that if there is anything supernatural is has to go dark?

Is there something to keep me interested in it?

-Don’t make me watch just to make a Wiki entry. That’s happened to me with The Gates series, and I find myself fast forwarding through 98% of that series all the time. Put a hook into the first episode and stay with it.

-Don’t try to force the story. you have a whole season to get the story you want to tell out there for all to see. You don’t have to push it all at us in the first episode and then try to keep us interested in it. Leaves some surprises in the series. Leave hints through it all. In short, write it and shoot it like Babylon 5. Leave hints that lead to a massive payoff at the end of it.

Anyway…

That’s my thoughts going into the series tonight…

I’ll post my thoughts most likely on Friday when I have mulled the premiere over and can think about it rationally]…

I hope.

Comes by on Friday, and every Friday while the series is running (September 2010 to December 2010) for my thoughts on that week’s episode…

Tera

Sep 11 2010

Succubus Penwork on YouTube

I’m really quite pleased by the number of artist that are popping up on YouTube sharing their works in progress… Moreover, I’m amazed at how many of them choose to draw Succubi…

This time I came across a penwork done by an artist calling themselves Hex2Go.

And in case the embedding is not working:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zp7nM18Zug

And here is an image of the work at the end of the video as well:

Now it is a bit blurry I know, but this is about the best I could manage as a screenshot of this work.

I think that, based on the sort of metallic touches her clothing gets in the video, that she might be something of a techno-succubus, for lack of a better description at least… She does have a pair of horns, but no tail, lil disappointed in that, but otherwise she is really quite cute and sexy for a Succubus.

I have the oddest feeling that her clothing, if it was coloured, would be in various shades of red and yellow, making it look almost flame-like which would match the fire like edges on her… well.. let’s call it armour shall we?

There isn’t a lot of information that I can find on Hex2Go, save that on their YouTube page they are based in South Korea. Although searching on Danbouro and Gelbouro does result in several other works appearing, but nothing that I can describe as being as Succubus like as this work is…

Hoping that someday this work will appear there finished and coloured as I would love to see it that way….

Tera

Sep 10 2010

A Demoness Photosculpture…

I discovered an artist that both draws art and makes jewelry this week…

More interestingly to me is a piece of line art that they have created that has a Demoness or, as always with me, a Succubus as the focus of the work…

This work of art is called Demoness and is the creation of an artist that calls themselves SKAIOR Designs…

I think it’s an amazingly detailed rendering of a Succubus, her pose, clothing, horns and wings are exactly right for a Succubus…

I especially like the leggings and shoes she is wearing which fit her really quite well…

The only thing missing is, of course, her tail…

She does not have one and that would be a nice touch to the work, but even without that, it’s a delicious portrayal of a Succubus indeed…

I found this originally on the Zazzle.com site here. And the artist has a page on Zazzle you can see here. This has their art on that page, but their jewelry is found on another site on the web.

That site is dedicated to their jewelry, which you can find here.

Their designs cover a wide range of subjects from Steampunk through Gothic, Vampiric and other similar themes…

I have to say that some of their winged jewelry, which you can find here, I think are just exquisite and I will be placing an order for one particular set of wings this week…

I hope they arrive in a reasonable amount of time…

Tera

Sep 09 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 142

For this week’s Succubi, I’m going to share a piece of art that features Morrigan Aensland from Darkstalkers… And I honestly think that it is one of the best, almost life-like works that I have seen in a very long time…

This work is, as far as I know, untitled, but, baed on the signature that is below one of Morrigan’s heels, the artist’s name is F. Hilner.

It’s rare I think that artists draw Morrigan as if she is a real person and not as the fantasy being she is. And in this case, she looks so very much like a real person that posed for this work and, to be honest, I wonder if it was in fact done that way…

The detail is just amazing, it is a huge image, so when you zoom in on it the little bits that make it so perfect come out so clearly… Her nails, the little bats in the background, the slight changes in her costume, the shimmering of her wings and the light that streams through them…

All of these little details just make this I think quite possibly the best art of Morrigan that I have in my collection…

I just wish that I could find more examples of this artist’s work….

Tera

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