A YouTube of a Succubus character in an Android game

I stumbled across a YouTube this week of what appears to be a succubus character screen on some kind of Android game. I don’t know the game, I’m not even sure that this really is a succubus other than the naming of the character on this screen. That said, if any one can point me at the game in question, this might be something that I need to add to the SuccuWiki at some point.


If you can’t see the video here on the Tale, please try this link.

Here’s a screenshot of the succubus character in the event that YouTube takes the video down.

Succubus Android Game Character

I’m mainly curious to her role, if she is a hero as the video suggests she is. Again, any clues to what this belongs to would be welcome!



Succubi Image of the Week 556

One of hte stories that I’ve been pondering is something like the Realm’s School for Succubi. There’s quite a lot to wonder about of course. Who are the teachers, what are the classes and, very importantly, what is the school uniform, because there’s some really interesting story ideas that come from that. An image then this time on the Tale which might be a really good place to start.

Agria The Six (Younger ver.) by Lunarhold

Agria The Six (Younger ver.) by Lunarhold

This work is by the artist Lunarhold on DeviantArt and you can find the original page on DeviantArt with this work here and this artist’s page can be found here.

This is just adorably cute in so many ways, not the least of which comes from how the outfit feels like a mix of schoolgirl and seductress. Now, I do realize that this isn’t the point, that really it isn’t but nonetheless I can’t quite get that idea from my thoughts.

Lovely art, her hair is amazing as are her eyes, wings and poise. The mix of cute and dangerous feels very right and makes for a wonderfully unique succubus character.



It’s certainly not a costume fit for a Queen…

Devil Queen CostumeOccasionally there are throwback costumes which have a bit of a medieval theme to them when it comes to devil costumes. Some aren’t exactly what I would call sexy, many are rather cheap looking as well. But really it’s the question of just how heavy the costume is, and why someone would consider it in the first place?

This is called the Devil Queen Costume and it comes with the hoop dress, the horns and the choker this model is wearing, the wig is not included. It can be found on many discount costume sites for around $35 US.

Overall, there’s really not much that’s attractive. The material is a bit plain, there’s a bit of an unfinished look as well to this. Beyond that, the horns I don’t care for, the wig, while making sense here, isn’t that great either.

Overall, removing the horns would leave what amounts to a slightly gaudy dress that isn’t exactly what I would think as being flattering. The sort-of flames on the chest don’t look all that good either.

Nothing that I would really consider, and there’s nothing here that could be improved on, mainly because of the theme used.

One pitchfork out of five, and I’m being generous again…



Some thoughts about a trailer for the short film The Betrothed

The Betrothed Film PosterI found a trailer for a short film called The Betrothed on Vimeo while searched for succubus themed videos there. Having done a little googling,

The work appears on IMDb and otherwise there’s really not that much else to be found about it, which is, I admit, rather disappointing. It is an American film, it’s about 22 minutes long and is categorized as being “fantasy/horror”.

Those that know me will be well aware that at this point I’m expecting the work to be more horror than erotic and, generally, portray the succubus, if there is one, as somewhat stereotypical overall.

The plot of the work is really not what one might expect and in being so, I’d hope that there was some effort put into making the “evil” be more than “just evil” as a whole.

IMDb summarizes the film as:

An advertising executive, engaged to be married, is convinced he’s being stalked by a succubus, but is afraid to tell his fiancée for fear of being labeled insane. But are his experiences real or just wild dreams stemming from the prescription drugs he’s pushing?

Based on that short outline, and the trailer which is below, it’s difficult to say if this really is a succubus themed film or something else. What makes it harder to short out is that this film was completed in April 2018, but I cannot seem to locate it.

If anyone has an inkling as to where I could find a copy, it would really be appreciated. Regardless, here’s the trailer and my thoughts about it.

If you can’t see this trailer on the Tale, please try this link.

This could be interesting as a psychological horror slash thriller. there seems to be aspects of that, but it’s so difficult to tell from just a trailer.

So, again, if anyone has an idea where to find this, please let me know and I’ll give this a proper review.



Succubi Image of the Week 555

For this, the 555th Succubi of the Week, a piece of art which I think has a little bit of a “red riding hood” look. That amuses me quite a lot actually, and I do so enjoy when my amusement becomes… bemusement.

Succubus by NSU

Succubus by NSU

You can find the original page on Pixiv where I found this art here.

This is just such a delightfully cute succubus from her horns to her stockings. Her dress is sexy but a the same time its not crass in any way. I like that because it goes so well with her body shape and the expression she has.

She might not quite be “little red riding hood” but she might be the Succubi version, which is something I should ponder sometime more than I have.

Amazing art, she just looks right, the scene is perfect for her and there’s just something about being cute and sexy that just works so well here.



A cape and horns do not a sexy succubus costume make…

Pretty Flame Devil CostumeYet another look at costume accessories which attempt to be attractive, are somewhat underwhelming presented, and are disappointing. I suppose there’s a market for this look, but there is a point at which a costume designer should put more work into their craft.

For today’s mull, I’ll be focusing on the horns and the cape this model is wearing because that’s all this listing has for offer.

This is the Pretty Flame Devil Costume, which includes only the horns headband and the cape this model is wearing, it sells for $20 US on some discount costume sites.

There’s really nothing here at all to consider. It’s just plain and not at all sexy, there’s nothing attractive in it at all overall. Even considering the entire look this model has doesn’t help at all as it looks cheap and thrown together.

I suppose it might be something to be worn when the younger set are milling about, but beyond that I can’t see the point of this.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

Nothing I would consider, doesn’t have a whisper of sexy in it at all. Perhaps calling it tame would be giving it some credit, but even that’s being generous.

There’s far better than this, without question.



Hopefully By TeraS

I find myself starting to get back into writing again; whether that will amount to much of anything is another question altogether. That said, a story this time which is meant for a particular someone who asked a question of me. My answer, such as it is, is that while there are moments when we feel lost, unwanted, or in despair, one should look toward the future …


By TeraS


Universities and colleges are the places where inquisitive souls gather for various reasons. Some have a goal, others seek one, and for many there isn’t a goal exactly, as it is, for them, more about the adventure offered.

For some, it is the chance to learn about a truth.

Seeking out a truth sometimes means a degree of risk. For some, that risk can mean taking their lives into their hands. For others, it is a challenge with some sort of chance that, in the end, the gain is far less than what has been risked. Truth, however, isn’t concerned with anything more than what it is.

Truth is, so it is said, its own reward.

That’s an interesting concept, when one thinks about it. To discover a truth can be the difference between having and losing, seeing and not seeing. Truth is, overall, a matter of perspective and understanding of the facts at hand.

Ian was seeking his own truth, one that seemed to have no clear point, no aspect to pin down, no moral to be consoled by. After all, the truth he sought was a myth, a legend at best, a figment of imagination; as a whole, a bit of wishfulness. The evidence was … mostly … clear on that point.

He’d taken a path which curled and curved about this truth, one that he was not alone in considering. The question of life takes many forms, after all, and in Ian’s case it was a path that brought a singular concern. It wasn’t a question of why things were or how they came to be. It was something more … specific.

The path had brought him here, to a place of learning, of faith considered and futures waiting for choices to be made, an oasis of learned thought, discussion, and, if one was willing to listen, miracles. While the entire campus was lovely this time of year, there was one place he’d gravitated to on his arrival, a place off among a grove of ancient oaks. Many a soul found their way there for various reasons, be it for a class or some sort of study. The red-brick building trimmed with white welcomed all within.
Learning was not always done in a classroom, nor was it always obvious when it happened. But if there was a soul to this hallowed ground, it resided within the Library. Perhaps, in that, one might find the answer one’s own soul searched for—if, mind you, that soul was willing to listen. More so if that soul managed to see what was right in front of one’s eyes. In this particular moment, Ian found himself sitting in a study carrel engrossed in a discussion with something of an enigma.

She’d been there in the library when Ian first discovered the place. He’d been there many times after and almost always found her waiting for him or arriving soon after. About his age, more or less, she seemed somehow to be wiser than her apparent years suggested. She pushed him to think, to imagine in their talks. She pointed him towards texts and concepts that he hadn’t considered but now couldn’t ignore.

Much like the blue lipstick she wore.

Other than that oddity, and that she always wore green, she was quite sure of the power of faith and of there being a Goddess. He envied her having that certainty, more so that she wasn’t lording it over him when their discussion inevitably turned in that direction: “Are you willing to accept she’s real?”

This was the one thing that Ian couldn’t quite bring himself to see. It was a question of faith, of being able to take things on something that didn’t have a logical explanation behind it. He considered the question for some time and then asked: “And … if she is?”

His companion was poking around in her shoulder bag: “Then doesn’t that mean there’s hope?”

“Isn’t that a bit of a stretch?”

She’d retrieved a green hairbrush and was working at combing her long straight ebon hair: “You’ve seen things I haven’t. I hope to see them some day. I’m kind of hoping that, some day, you’ll see what I know. Or, even better, that you won’t need to see.”

He couldn’t help the comment, she’d said this many times and he’d always replied the same: “But you haven’t seen her.”

Her answer was as straight as her hair cascading over her shoulders: “But I have seen the evidence of her. The truth of finding her is what you hope and believe in, Ian.”

Her brush had snagged on a tangle and he winced as she worked her way through it: “I … just would like a sign.”

The hairbrush found itself set on the table as she considered his thoughts: “Oh … I dunno … She works in mysterious ways, after all, and once you believe, the seeing doesn’t matter so much.”

He thought back over their conversations and a thought came: “Ever wanted to be an angel?”

Her giggle was somewhere between nice and naughty as she put the hairbrush away: “Nah. I’m happy with who I am.” A long pause followed. “Mebby I’ll be … sometime.”

The admission she shared was a dear one as she pushed her chair back: “Hopefully.” It was a surprise when she pecked him on the cheek before slinging the bag over her shoulder: “There’s always hope. At least, that’s what my sister tells me.”

As she turned away, Ian called out: “Rachel? See you tomorrow?”

Her green dress fluttered around her legs as she turned: “Yeah, I’ll be here. An’ you?”

It was a bit of a sloppy grin: “Hopefully.”

Above the reading gallery, a ebon-maned woman in red regarded the scene below as she mused: “I do hope he returns tomorrow my heart. He shows promise.”

Her heart nodded with certainty: “There’s always hope, Dear One.”

Her smile was warm as she turned back to him: ‘So there is … now … where were we?”

His chuckle was warm and welcoming: “Where isn’t as important as the hope found. And, for us, where is always together … at least I am hopeful.”

A discussion for always and bringing hope to whomever is willing to share.