Aug 17 2010

1,000 Tale Posts – The Tale’s Petals…

Today’s post in the Tale will be my 1,000th. It isn’t quite three full years of Tale posting as yet, that will happen in November and I’ll have something for that day as well, I expect. But what had been eating at me for a while was what to do with this post. I wanted to write a story for it that took place in The Realm of the Succubi … The world that means a lot to me and which drives so much of my imagination.

That story needed to be something that would fit into the mythos and stories of that world and, I hope, this one does …

To my Eternal, thank you for being here with me. To my Heart, thank you for every word of support you give. To my Brother, thank you for calling me your Sis. To my Son, thank you for trusting in me and helping me to understand that which I needed to see.  And, to all of my online family that I think about and hold in my soul every moment of every day …

Love you always and thank you for being there …



The Tales’ Petals

By TeraS

“He loves me … He loves me not … He loves me … He loves me not …”

Those words were spoken by a raven-haired Succubi sitting on her favorite park bench in one of the smaller parks of her Mother’s Realm. Her name was Tera, and, at the time of this story, her world was in a bit of a mess …

… You see, she was in love.

Not just any love, but that one perfect love that when it hits you, you just know it. But there was a problem. A simple problem that always came in moments like this …

… doubt …

… Doubt that was hanging over her head like that one cloud just passing through the skies over her at that moment …

… a cloud that didn’t really want to be the focus of all her doubts …

… doubt that was probably the only thing that could sway the heart and mind of this future Queen of the Succubi from where they wanted to be.

You see, Tera had met someone, someone whom she knew full well wanted to be with her forever, no matter what might be. He didn’t know about her red horns or long red tail. No, what mattered to him was the woman she was, not the other things around her.

He didn’t know that she was a Succubi, didn’t know that someday she would be Queen, mostly because she hadn’t told him what she would be someday, or what she was every day.

His name was Keith, and he was quite human.

As she pulled another petal from the flower she held in her hands, the nursery rhyme continued.  One by one, the petals fell to the ground around her, marking the space where the doubts nudged her from time to time.

A blonde Succubi walked along the path that wound from the castle through the park it overlooked, the park where Tera sat.  Her handmaidens and assistants were milling and rushing about her, circling her elaborate red and black gown, making quite sure that she was attended to.

For she was the Queen.  But she was also Tera’s Mother.

Entering the park, she saw her daughter sitting on the bench and knew, as mothers do, that something was very wrong. With a wave of her hand, she motioned those courting her attention away and focused on her one and only child.

She called out to Tera, “Daughter, why do you fret so?”

Tera looked up, her hands pausing for a moment, and managed a small smile as a blush came to her cheeks, “Oh Mom … I …”

Tera’s Mother, The Queen, closed the space between them and then, after brushing a few petals from the bench, pushed her gown just so, in that regal way she did, taking a place beside her Daughter. With a nod to the flower she asked, “You plucked a wish flower from the garden, didn’t you?”

Tera stroked a finger against the stem: “Yes, Mom, I did.”

Then the Queen, never one to be seen as anything but regal and proper around her subjects, did something almost scandalous: she draped an arm around her daughter’s body and made her lay across the bench, Tera’s head resting upon her mother’s thigh. Moving a few stray locks of raven hair from Tera’s eyes, she remarked, “Wish flowers are special, you know. There are so very few of them that bloom here;that one first appeared from the soil when I became Queen …”

Tera looked up. “Mom, how is it that they call to me? I didn’t mean to be there or to pick it, but … it called to me …”

There was a regal nod of understanding: “As it should be. They choose the one that needs them and only that one can pick them. You did nothing wrong, Tera. It’s part of the circle of life.”

Tera sighed, “Mom … what would you say if I told you I was in love with someone.”

“First, that I was happy that you were in love, and, second, that I want to meet this person, the sooner the better.”

Tera held one petal in her hand and then blew it into the air with the words, “He’s not like us, not what we are.”

“That doesn’t matter a whit, you know. And, even if he isn’t now, he can be when you are married. It’s not that much of a problem.”

“Haven’t told him what I am. He thinks I’m just an ordinary girl in his ordinary world who likes him.”

“Even better.”

“Mom … you know what the legends say we are, what they say we do … If I reveal myself to him, he might run away, and …”

“… and then you’ll know he’s not the one. If he stays, then you know he is.”

Tera grip on the flower’s stem tightened a bit with the admission, “I don’t know what he’ll do.”

The Queen pondered that for a moment as Tera continued to pluck petal after petal. Then she remarked, “Somehow I think you underestimate who he is and what you mean to him.”

“I hope so. That’s why I’m doing this … hoping that the flower will reveal the answer to me.”

The Queen remained silent for a time watching the petals leave the flower and settle over her gown and the red dress that Tera wore that day. But then, as Tera began on the last row of petals she reached out and held Tera’s hand fast.

“This isn’t how you find out. Stop doing this, Daughter, and go to him and show him who you are. That’s the only right way to do it. This … This is just an excuse for you to hide if he says goodbye. Trust that he will not. Trust in who you are to him.”

Tera still clutched the flower tightly and, in her thoughts, she wanted to continue to find out this way. She had lost her heart to him and, if he said goodbye, she’d never be the same … It was better to learn this way and leave him than for him to leave her.

But, seeing the concern in her mother’s eyes, feeling her assuredness, Tera relinquished the flower. Sitting up, she looked into the distance, “He’s home right now, making dinner for us, waiting to see me again.”

“So? What are you doing here, Miss Chicken?”

Tera couldn’t help but smile: “I take after my mother, you know.”

“No, dearest Daughter, not exactly … You are yourself … and, someday, you will see that. But right now you need to get your question answered.  Now go. I’ll look after the flower until you return for it.”

Tera let go of the flower, slowly, her mother taking it from her hand and placing it on the bench beside her, “Go. He’s waiting, as are you. Go there, be truthful, and … see what happens.”

Tera sat up, hugged her mother tightly, and then ran off towards her waiting future.

The Queen picked up the flower and considered it for a time. Then, hesitantly, she touched one of the petals and quietly sang to herself as she tried to pull it free, “Whatever will be, will be … The future’s not ours to see … Que sera, sera …”

To her surprise, the petal came loose, and she stared at it for a time as it rested in the palm of her hand.

She was still looking at it, hours later, as the sun began to set in the sky and she heard Tera’s voice: “Mother, I’d like you to meet someone …”

Looking up, the Queen beheld her daughter, her horns poking out of her hair, her tail wrapped protectively around the waist of a rather ordinary brunette man standing beside her. She placed the flower on the bench and then said, “So, you are the one that has taken my daughter’s heart, are you?”

Tera clutched Keith’s hand a little tighter, the worry in her eyes quite evident from the tone of her Mother’s words.

Keith on the other hand, didn’t flinch as he replied, “Your Majesty, I took nothing from your daughter, but I gave her my soul went we first met, freely, without fear. She has given me my wish, and I will do whatever I must to see that hers comes true.”

The Queen stood up, the flower forgotten for the moment. She took the few steps to stand in front of this young man, whom she knew was her Daughter’s and their kind’s future …

… and asked him a question: “And what is her wish?”

The answer he gave was simple, “That, now that we have found each other, we have each other … eternally.”

“And what of what she is?”

“What she is doesn’t matter as much as who she is.”

“Who is she, then?”

He looked at Tera and then, quite unashamedly, shared a kiss of love with her, before answering, “Whoever she wants to be, I’ll be there for her … horns and all.”

The Queen laughed at that before hugging both of them, her own red tail wrapped quite snugly around them all as she remarked, her own voice overflowing with love, “That is all I need to know.”

Then the three of them walked away from the bench, leaving the flower still there, returning to the castle, where the King awaited them …

But, before they left the park, Tera remembered the flower and returned to the bench to retrieve it … to put it away for another day …

She was surprised to find the flower gone, petals and all vanished from where they had been. She returned to her soon-to-be Eternal and her mother, confused about what had happened …

And, in the garden where the wish flowers grow, the flower stood, in full blossom,  awaiting its time once more …


Thank you all that read my words…


Aug 16 2010

Storm Clouds 86 – 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...

Last edits of Chapter 14 this week and so, finally, Chapter 15 starts next week…


Storm Clouds 86

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 …

Aug 15 2010

Counting Down to the Lost Girl Premiere…

It’s coming closer by the day, that being that the television series Lost Girl is going to premiere in Canada on the Showcase Channel on September 12th, 2010. Recently there has been some developments around the series that I’m going to talk about a bit in this post on the Tale…

First off, they have released what seems to be the logo for the series:

It’s actually rather interesting as a logo to be honest… The background sort of looks like long hair being blown around in a breeze, but I don’t know about the font they used for the title of the series… Reminds me of the X-Files font in a way, and I suppose that the series, as it is now explained, is going off on that tangent a bit…

And that comes from the website that the series has finally opened with some information on it that we can take as being cannon to the series. That site opened at the beginning of August and can be found at: It’s an interesting mix of ideas and things connected to and showing off the series. One of those is a forum for people watching the series to interact with the cast and crew. There is also a very short trailer on the site that is the same teaser that they are using on Showcase every once in a while to promote the series.

Also of interest is an interactive webcomic that gives a primer to the series, but you, as the reader, can direct the story in one of several different directions.

Lastly, there is a page that lists the major characters in the series and gives a little bit of information on each of them. So, here is some of that along with my first impressions on what has been released on them so far…

First is the Succubus of the series, who is named Bo. She is portrayed by the actress Anna Silk here in the image to the right.

Bo’s past is filled with death and destruction according to the summary given of her. Her life is filled with two things that she cannot seem to control. First is her powers as a Succubus, she killed her boyfriend in the past. The “Fae” that want her for their own and know what she is, but will not tell her. In response to that, she refuses to follow their rules and with the help of her friends tried to learn about herself, help others, and keep control. I think, based on that description that it will be hard for her to do so, and I hope that they don’t make each episode a “threat of the week”. Moreover, I hope that they have a running story that threads throughout the season and that there isn’t a magical reset after each episode.

Next is Dyson, a detective played in the series by Kris Holden-Reid. He is described as being a detective. At least he appears to be that. But in truth he is working for the Fae. That would mean then that he is some kind of supernatural being. Now as a Fae, which he is described as, that might make him an Incubus. He’s supposed to be helping Bo, but I have a feeling that there will be some tension in him because he’ll have to choose between Bo or the Fae and that will bring no end of problems I am sure. I’m hoping that the series will not use him or really any of the main characters as “eye-candy” and instead take the time to flesh out the characters. That one thing will keep me watching even if Bo the Succubus doesn’t have horns and a tail like she should have.

Lastly is the only main character that is human, that being Kenzi played by the actress Ksenia Solo. Kenzi is described as being a thief and a survivor. What is a bit disappointing to me is that she is also described as being Bo’s sidekick. That to me seems a very shallow description of her character from what little I can glean from the site. I think it would have been better to describe her as perhaps Bo’s soulmate or something similar to that. There are far too many series that have a character that just hangs around and is eye-candy. Just from the few images I’ve seen of her so far, I would expect this character to hurt anyone that called her a sidekick. It also strikes me that she might be, more than anything else, the tie Bo has to her human side, buried away as I expect it to be. She’s promising and I hope that they use her well in the series.

So, with this post, I mark less than a month to the series premiere, and my hopes for this series are really quite high. I think that there is a lot of possibilities just in the characters alone in story and interaction between them. I do know, as has been reported, that the series has shot all of the episodes for the first season already. More interesting is a rumour that is floating around that the series might be something that the CW network in the United States might be looking at to carry.

I can only cross my fingers and hope that’s going to happen…

To the series creators, cast, and crew, I wish you good ratings, better reviews, and a long series run to you all…


Aug 14 2010

Merging Myths in Photoshop on YouTube…

I love making photo manipulations of Succubi… I have three of them sitting in my computer, known as Tail for those that know that reference… And I hope to be posting them over the next month or two…

However, that doesn’t mean that I don’t look for ideas and ways of making Succubi that I haven’t thought about before…

Like this artist has…

And in case the embedding isn’t working…

Now, this is the work of an artist named Sinlessxcity, who has pages on YouTube and on the site Deviantart that show many examples of their wonderful photo manipping works…

And this is the final image as shown on their Deviantart site, in case the image on the YouTube preview isn’t working:

One of the things that I have had no luck with whatsoever has been altering the fingernails of the models I transform into Succubi… Watching this video over and over, I think I have figured out a way to do better ones… At least I hope so, but we will see in the next manip or two that I post on the Tale and at the Collective in the future…

It’s also interesting to follow their transformations on the model’s skin tones and also the alterations in her hair colour, which in the final image do look so very natural to me…

It does bother me a little bit that the final image seems to be a mashing up of the vampiric and succubus mythos, but overall the look and feel of the manip they have created is quite inspiring to me…

So many thanks to Sinlessxcity for sharing their methods with us, and I hope that my works will reflect those lessons well!


Aug 13 2010

Santana as a Succubus Figurine…

I discovered a very interesting figurine that will be released later this year and since it is of a Succubus… A rather well-known one at that, I thought that it was well worth talking about today on the Tale…

This figurine bust is of the Marvel comic book character Santana as sculpted by Mike Cusanelli of Bowen Designs.

You can find their site here.

Santana is, as her entry in the SuccuWiki explains:

Santana and her brother Daimon were born in the fictional town of Greentown, Massachusetts. They were the half-human children of a demon who claimed to be the Biblical Satan (his true name would later be revealed as Marduk Kurios). Santana and her brother were groomed by their father to be evil, but Daimon rejected these teachings, while Santana embraced them.

Over time, her powers came to the fore and are very similar to those of a Succubus. She was able to drain the souls of men. When she does this, the victim’s soul transforms into an ethereal butterfly, similar to Psylocke’s telepathy effect; Santana then consumes its essence by eating it. She also possesses the ability to gain strength through the use of weapons that were used to kill a living being. She used both her magic and sexual wiles to get the victims she needed, and occasionally came into conflict with her brother and other supernatural heroes like Doctor Strange.

This bust of Santana is approximately six inches in height and shows her in her usual latex-like clothing that has been her trademark since her first appearance in the 1970s.

It’s a really lovely sculpt of Santana, the detailing is really well done and the paints used to bring her clothing out just nicely provide the sheen you would expect to be on the clothing she would be wearing if she was a real being.

I would however, ask that, perhaps, if this sells well, that they consider a fill body figurine of her as I think it would be just an amazing figurine to add to our collection…

This bust is available for $60 US on pre-orders from Bowen Designs here, and at Comic Book Nation here. The actual release date is for October 2010, more specific than that I cannot say as that information isn’t available.

I’d love to order this, but neither the creators, Bowen Designs, or anyone else that I have been in contact with will consider, or allow, shipping out of the United States…

But we’ll see if I can work something out somewhere…


Aug 12 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 138

It’s been a little while since Morrigan Aensland has appeared as the Succubi of the Week… That’s mostly because I have been looking for slightly different images of her… There are all sort of them with her alone in different poses, but what I wanted to find was something with her and the catgirl Felicia together in the image…

And this one I found this week is so deliciously lovely, that it has to be that one…

Now I know that it is a small image of the two of them together, it’s the best one I could find, but if someone would happen to have a link to a larger version, I’d love it if you would share it with me…

What really makes me adore this work is the look in their eyes… Just so much expression between the two of them.. Their pose, the way they are entwined together…

It’s such a image of two beings in love that it does pull at my heart a bunch…

I wish that I knew which artist created this work, there was nothing on the file to tell me that, and I really would love to know who the artist is…

As always, if anyone has a clue or idea, please post it in the comments so I can credit this artist appropriately?


Aug 11 2010

Why all the sheer in a Succubus Costume?

Sometimes the question that I ask is, why do this? As in, why go this direction for a Succubus costume? Was this the best you could do or was it something easy that meant you could get past this project and into something else?

Seems like it to me.

This costume is a bunch of contradictions and misplaced steps all in one convenient package. Oh it looks like it could be promising, just a little bit, but when you really look at it, disappointment reigns supreme…

This costume is called Diabla Devil. But all it consists of is the dress. That’s all you get in the package. No horns, no pitchfork, no shoes, nothing save for the dress and your imagination on what you can do with it.

It’s a red dress with long, sheer sleeves, a v-shaped neck, and a high side slit. And this sells for $30 USD.

Seems to me at least that paying $30 for a somewhat sexy dress, and I use the term sexy loosely, doesn’t seem right somehow.

It could be a semi-decent outfit for a more public get together, but all of the sheer handing off it and the ragged hem of the dress just feels wrong to me. There should be a bit less sheer, a bit more attention to detail and, as a minimum, they should include a half decent set of horns with this costume. Non-sparkly ones and they really shouldn’t look like these… Sort of remind me of deer antlers for some odd reason…

I’ll think of this as a last ditch effort when all other choices are impossible to use… Good enough to get the idea across. But honestly? Lots better available for around the same price all over the place…

This costume gets one pitchfork out of five…

Good enough for handing out candies at the door, but not something to wear to a more adult party on Halloween…