#hes kinda nice human

[i-cant-sing]

Hes so sweeeet. If you dont want him lemme gave him cuz aint no way youre playing with him like that 🥺

TAKE HIM. u think i have not tried setting him up with other people???? A friends of mine wanted his number and when i told him that i was gonna give his number to soemone else so that he could forget about me- he got so offended. "what am i supposed to do with another girl's number???" and i was like "idk, but u have a better chance of dating her than u have with me, and besides she would not insult u like i do, so yeah-" and he got sooo mad, like he didnt call me for 2 weeks.

The very idea of either of us being with someone else is so- like it used to make him mad, and now it makes him depressed 💀

But the fact is, this guy doesnt know who i am, who i actually am, has never seen me, and has confessed his love many times to someone who has roasted him so much, but all he can say is-

"You just do that for your amusement, but i know deep down u are a good girl and you care for me" like what?????????????????????

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[louferrignojrofficial]

‘and they just can’t seem to not tell me’ is sending me

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I might get hate for this but I’ll it always find it funny that Scott pushes Derek to work with the argents (season 3 ish) and and struggles to understand why when he refuses to; When Scott himself refused to work with Derek for the longest time becuase Derek killed Peter.

Like brother in Christ, I get it, objectively Derek kinda manipulated Scott into helping kill Peter, by promising that he would be able to kill Peter and turn human (he did say it was a fat chance and just a legend). Yes he knew that the legend was bullshit but telling Scott was the best way to get him to help.

Dereks been a werewolf his entire life. He knew that he couldn’t kill Peter alone and that the risk of letting Scott kill Peter on a chance of turning human wasn’t worth it. — Best case it happens Scott turns human, Derek maybe becomes an alpha werewolf (the spark transfers) and still creates the hale pack — maybe derek stays an Omega, goes feral and gets hunted down. Or maybe Scott turns into an alpha doesn’t handle it well, goes feral, and than gets killed by either 1 Derek or 2 hunters.

So yes maybe he did manipulate Scott into helping but in the end there is some logic behind Derek killing Peter. So I get the betrayal behind not wanting to be around him

On the other hand pushing him to work with the argents when they killed his family and tortured Boyd and Erica isn’t and not understanding why he doesn’t want to work with them is objectively funny. Even stiles could read the room, shot out to the one scene “would you rather I burned his house down”

[murk888]

Random pieces of everything!

Just some sketches. And a cropped part of a picture that I will never ever post fully! ehehe ~

[akkivee]

mtr:

all named after jp god imagery

team symbol is a cross

jakurai’s mic is a ref of the staff of asclepius, a greek healer who was deified into the god of medicine

jakurai’s got a lot of holy imagery attached to him: angel wings, sins, salvation, etc

dh:

rei swore to be the god of this world

rei’s speaker has the ho-ou bird, a celestial figure in cn/jp mythology

tsuutenkaku means a building that leads to the heavens and is part of their lore

bat:

hitoya has warned jakurai against trying to act as a god (he’s learning to judge humans by their sins and not the human themself, as the catholic/christian god promised)

jyushi’s favourite band and heavy inspiration for his appearance is ‘dreams and gods are fake’ and quotes that phrase in song (but calls hitoya his god)

gods are not the highest veneration in buddhism; buddhas are human. kuukou’s main goal has been to live a life where he can proudly face the buddha (but has had a lot of buddha imagery placed on him: the black crown, sal trees etc)

so they’re like, the holy trinity divisions lmao 🤔

[kortac-sweetheart]

originally thought of Nikto but then thought 👁 Bell (both?? imagine them together. imagine it. oh my god)

I'm a creature of habit, I have the same breakfast almost every morning, have my peculiarities about what goes with what and what's eaten or drank first for what flavor etc etc, always have my little coffees I make at home, etc etc and I can just imagine a lot of the cod guys but especially Bell (or Nikto <3) who has had his identity stripped of him, who has been tortured into being whatever his next handler needs him to be, who has had to completely forget who he is as a person and that he's worth acknowledging as a person not just for what he does, watching, and just kind of admiring how specific things can be, how routine it is out of pure want and leisure rather than stifling sweat and stink and grit and blood

just Bell enjoying seeing how alive and intimate and personal daily life can be, and slowly figuring out what he likes too, his preferred coffee creamer, or maybe tea, or hot chocolate, or plain old milk, just something that's his because he chooses it to be, because he wants it. he's not really doing anything spectacular with it or for it, it's just a little personality for him to enjoy- Simp anon

UWAHHHHHH BEELLLLLLLLLLL

yes i’m also a man of routine too, i always take walks around the same time and i also always get the same sweet treat when i want one.

god, bell who’s almost like a curious child again, constantly asking questions about your routines, why do you like that? why do you do that? learning more and more about you and your routine and in turn learning more about himself as well.

it happens very quickly that he assimilates parts of your day and likes into his as well. he joins you for your walk no matter what, initially he wants to see what you like so much about it but he eventually grows to love it. your single pair of over ear headphones turning into sharing earbuds with him.

(why do you like that song? that band? what’s your favorite? he needs to know, it’s important to him.)

your hand always finds his way into his, swinging along carefree as you walk together. he never questions why you hold hands, or why he’s the one that walks closer to the road— it’s a natural, intrinsic feeling in his gut that he doesn’t have to question at all.

and although it’s a small break in routine, he doesn’t mind at all. learning about what you think about that shop’s pastry and what he thinks of it too. he memorizes whatever review or commentary you have, no matter how small or offhanded it was.

(he personally adores those milk chocolate dipped strawberries you like too. that cake however, a little too sweet for him. and for you too.)

i think you both learn together. he keeps a running log in his mind and you, on paper of what each other likes. it’s love and adoration clear as day, written and held in the palm of your hand. and he thinks his heart flutters.

(is it because you’re making an effort to learn and love him? or was it just due to fate? or maybe a bit of both? the more he thinks about it the warmer he feels— is that normal?)

you always encourage him to form his own opinions on things. always want to hear what he thinks and has to say, especially if it differs from yours. he thought it was odd at first. isn’t he supposed to like what you did?

but you brought it up to him.

“bell, if we liked all the same things, and were the same person—wouldn’t that get a little boring? my own lived experiences shape the person i am today, and that also applies to you too, sweetheart.”

(he likes it when you call him that.)

yeah. if you were like him, then there wouldn’t be anything to learn. and he quite likes learning all he can about you, likes, dislikes, habits, your past, and he shouldn’t deny you of the opportunity to learn about him either— lest he makes you sad.

bell is a well versed scholar in the study of you. he blends seamlessly into the fabric of your life as if he was always meant to be there, by your side.

his cup of milk tea sits besides your cup of coffee in the morning. your sweaters hung neatly besides his in your closet. your favorite flowers in the vase on the table one week, then a bouquet of his in it the next. his hand firmly in yours when you go on your afternoon walks. your favorite dinner prepared by the two of you, piping hot on the center of the table as you eat side by side. his favorite pastry in the same container as yours. and him tightly hugging you in bed at night.

the more bell learns about you, the more he learns about himself, and he never wants to stop learning—ever.

[anerdynerd]

I do wonder what Jericho and generally any android that has ever worshipped/followed/looked up to Markus would react like, finding out that he has had to kill fellow dying androids and rip them of their compatible parts at the scrapyard in order to walk the Earth again

Those were difficult circumstances, so I wonder: Would they blame him? Would they not be able to see him the same again? Or do they empathize and know/think that they would do exactly the same to survive? Do they maybe even know about the whole thing already? Did someone start telling the story of how Markus came back from the dead? Or do they sense it somehow? Has he talked about it to his close friends? Does he think about it? Or was it easy for him to move on because he knows it was the only way? Is that part of why he took on this role of helping all androids? To make up for it? Or does he 100% believe that it was justified?

[gamebunny-advance]

1000 Followers Celebration - Six Eight Fanarts

Neon J. (No Straight Roads) - @ocularose

Sheldon (Splatoon 2) - @pelman

Gingerdead Man (Full Moon Universe) - @gingerweed-man

Johnny (Sonic Rush Adventure) - anonymous

Kliff (No Straight Roads) - @teeny-tiny-mousey

Pac-Man (My human?AU) - @ninjastar107

Roba (The Problem Soverz) - @bigfatnerdycrocodile

Dr. Irabu (Welcome to Irabu's Office/Trapeze) - anonymous

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Thank you to everyone that participated in our final follower's celebration, and thank you to everyone that's followed me up till now~ It's been a wild ride with some highs and lows, but nonetheless it's pretty cool that I've made it this far basically by being cringe~

I hope that y'all consider sticking around to see where we go from here~

(Timelapse)

[anonymouscheeses]

so…

about this human verse you got…

how does Al fit into all of this? Is that where Vaggie got the spell or is the gang she’s a part of also a monster hunter org?

This is Alastor's human design! I wanted him to give off a old money rich vibe. I didn't look up a reference for old money attire 😭 i jjst looked at some randim char from a show i watched that kinda gave off Alastor vibes. This may change but tbh I kinda like it the way it is. Altho one day I may change my mind <3 lore drops under cut!!

(Sorry if he doesn't look like Alastor, these human designs are mostly based on my redesigns so they look even MORE different than usual ill get better hopefulllyyyy)

Husk(left) is Vaggie/Valerie's dad in this au cuz I said so unfortunately. Sorry i dont make the rules! Husk is Salvadoran like Valerie cuz ofc, like he's 100% black but I wanted him to be Valerie's dad soo I was like.... yeah win sum lose sum. But dw I have SO much black characters on the way. It's kind of terrifying!!

Alastor tries to be like a dad to Valerie but she resents him. Her mom died to a sickness, and Valerie has no room in her for another parent figure in her life except Husk.

Also, Al is gay aroace, so when he fell in love with Husk he was SO surprised likeee how??? He was his first love ever and Al just loves him dearly despite never loving anyone ever before. He's still a girls girl ofc but brutha is gay u can't tell me otherwise 😍

Charlie gave him the headband with the antlers that she cheaply made herself. Alastor loves them genuinely. (If Alastor cares abt Valerie or Charlie is purely up to viewer, but if you want to see him care for orr like be toxic to them send a request fr fr imma draw that shi 😍🙏). Alastor is the only one who knows that Charlie is a demon because he's the one that taught Valerie how to summon a demon(YOU'RE SPOT ON. HOW??).

(Also I forgor the stripes. Sorry I was so sleepy drawing this you can probably telll.😭)

Alastor is still a cannibal, his husband and step daughter just doesn't know it yet, and NO he will probably never tell them unless forced to or he feels like he can. This man is the friend the smiley bro 😭

I'll maybe soon draw what happened between Valerie, Lute, and Adam during the fight, since ALOT happened. But it may be a bit before I get to that

Alastor taught the kids young how to summon demons the WRONG way. Because obviously he didn't want literal immature kids to end the world completely. The trio spent years finding ways to summon just one demon. Adam did it to create chaos, Lute just followed, and Valerie just loved having fun with her friends.

Now that they aren't childhood best friends. And that whole fight happened. Valerie doesn't know what to do. Alastor suggests she gets a bodyguard from hell, any demon at all(Demons are devoted to you as long as you keep a part of your deal with them or you break the contract of summoning one). Aaaaand that's how Charlie came to be summoned! Valerie got her eye stabbed out, Alastor was being silly and taught his kid how to summon a demon, Valerie was like "aight ig", then summoned her future wife.

(WILL ALSO ONE DAY DRAW THE FIRST TIME CHARLIE AND VALERIE MET.... ONE DAY....)

Fun fact: Alastor has a radio station of his own that he plays 1920's music in. Although most people would rather NOT listen to old times music, somehow he makes it work that people always listen to his radio. Maybe a deal with a demon of some sorts...? Perhaps... :>

[halfbaked00q]

For the Bond goes to Q's night club and does bdsm badly [tags: bdsm, s/D AU, subspace]:

I sometimes indulge in reading the s/D alternate universe fics. I'm sure they are super problematic; subs sort of have to go into subspace regularly to be healty and yada yada. So all of this is, ya, know. Not how it works irl. Don't take sex-ed from fics kids, but here's a thing, yeah? Cause I like you sprinkling up my dash with wild little 00q ingredients, and so I baked some trashcan cake for you:

He's hanging from the cross in one of the private rooms. Q has just managed to clear everyone out and is now standing here studying Bond and his disconcertingly back-to-normal breathing pattern. He can look his fill for once; Bond's eyes are closed.

His mind is still buzzing from the confrontation with the other Dom. From the way his thoughts had screeched to a halt when he recognized exactly who was at the cross.

He's come to some rapid realizations, the major one being that Bond is, in fact, a sub. All those times he's donned that macho agent persona have somehow been an act.

It boils Q's blood to know that--

To know what exactly? It shouldn't change anything. 007 is one of MI6's most competent agents; his denomination doesn't change that. Of course not. It makes it more impressive, probably.

But as Q watches the tightly controled way Bond counts each breath, his eyes tightly shut, inches from subspace but unable to quite reach it, he can't help but burn.

Bond must have been so fucking desperate to seek it out like this. He shoudln't have had to. Q should have figured it out. He should have stepped in. Should have known.

There's always been something there. The way Bond--James, really--would sometimes look all washed out, eyes snapping to Q as soon as he entered the room no matter how tired he was. The way he'd buckle against orders, but then relent beautifully when Q laced his voice with command just so. The way Q hadn't been able to stop himself from watching him, even knowing--wrongly, it turns out--that they were incompatible.

Standing here, now, Q feels like he's been cored out by a lightning strike. His insides burn with the realization, with how possessive he feels, how much he needs to be the one taking care of him. To make this right.

All in due time, though. First he's going to take care of this mess. Then there will be time to take them somewhere more private (home). To give Bond care and safety and what he really needs. Q is going to make that happen even if he has to bend the whole of reality to his will, he knows this the way he knows he could take apart nations. He's going to get what he wants and there will be nothing standing in his way.

He takes a breath and centers himself. He can do this.

"James," he says, the name feeling oh-so-right on his lips, "Open your eyes for me."

HELLO. HI. HELLO.

and yea just to repeat what I said before- anon if bdsm aus are bad then I dont wanna be right dot meme. I love bdsm aus and like. cmon are they any more ""problematic"" so-called than, like, A/B/O, or like what ppl have turned Sentinel/Guide AUs into (like the ones where there's an invented society where guides are systematically oppressed dare I say, even, rather like trafficked or enslaved?) etc etc

but um 😳😳😳😳😳 the fact that u took the concept & made it a BDSM AU.... and Bond is a sub that no one knew is a sub, and the way it being BDSM adds an Edge to the "needs the relief of subspace but Can't so seeking like a brute-force override via an excess of pain"....... ough ough ough. i feel like im chewing on a live wire zzzzzzzzztttt. kisses on the moutb for you too mwa mwa ough ough woof

[save-the-spiral]

Barrow

(Previous)

Content warning for Dehumanization, Blood, Muzzles, Referenced Torture, Alcohol Mention

(Ao3 link)

1.8K words, Vampire Whumpee, Human Whumper.

Beau woke up collared with a chain connecting him to the wall. He had been gagged, a dirty rag shoved in his mouth. It tasted strangely sweet, like fruit just on the verge of rotting. He had been ordered to kneel the floor, and he was doing so, with his hands in his lap as he looked up through his eyelashes to watch his master without making eye contact.

"I do wonder if you've ever heard of vampires before this." Beau's master's tone was light, curious. He lounged in a chair, almost dangling his nearly empty wine glass between pale, uncalloused fingers.

"They are quite rare these days, but a few centuries ago they were nearly everywhere. Much like rats." He mused, not waiting for a response. He carded a hand through his normally tidy blonde hair, the gel he always used barely working anymore.

"And like rats, they were in every shadow, wallowing in filth. Vermin that drank blood, preying on the living. Oh sure, there were a few wealthy vampire families, but they were more cults than anything- rather gauche, if you ask me." Icy blue eyes flicked over to Beau before continuing to examine the wineglass. The smallest bit of white wine remained, slipping around the glass as he toyed with it.

"Eventually the powers that be started movements to kill off all the bloodsuckers- paying a pretty penny in bounties. By the time the twentieth century rolled around, most countries proudly declared vampires an extinct breed. Forgotten about, even by those of longer-lived races who experienced it." His nose scrunched, the expression of distaste still refined on his face somehow.

"But I paid attention in my history classes. I knew what they were. And it came in handy when the right opportunities came my way. They wanted to sell that thing off for cheap, but I knew its true value." There was a manic light in those blue eyes as he set the wineglass down.

He stood, imposing and looming over Beau.

"I knew there were rumors of secret enclaves, isolated with their own little vampire societies." He began to pace, the racks of weapons and tools behind him a sinister backdrop.

"No need to feed it or clean up waste like with a person." He turned on his heel to walk back across the room.

"The perfect punching bag." Another turn.

"Unable to die." Another turn.

"I thought any tales of vampirism being transmitted were fiction, fear mongering and propaganda." He finally stopped pacing, right in front of Beau, staring down at him.

"But you, servant of mine, are living proof." His master smiled, not the disarming grins he gave to guests, not the barely there twitch of his lips when he was alone, but a wide, unhinged grin.

Despite spending his whole life serving his master, Beau had never seen such an expression from him. It made him want to run and hide.

Then came laughter. Not jovial chuckles from bantering with his colleagues, but something darker, more genuine. Beau was shaking with fear.

Beau had never had reason to fear his master before now. There had been clear rules to working and living as a servant in the estate. And Beau had followed all of them, taught at his mother's knee.

He had followed his master's orders, not struggling when he had been gagged, kneeling when told, and he still felt like he was in danger. It didn't compute in his brain, a complete divergence from how his life worked for nineteen years.

"Well- 'living proof' is a bit of a misnomer, hmm?" His master said, laughter dying down. His eyes bored into Beau, making him feel small.

Beau was still shaking, knees aching from kneeling for so long on the unforgiving concrete floor. He didn't feel as cold as he should- he knew this. He had visited this room for only minutes at a time before, and it had felt colder then.

It was sinking in now. Beau had died. He didn't know how long ago- minutes, hours. But the body of the thing- the vampire- that had previously resided here was gone, leaving only its slowly draining blood as proof that it had existed at all.

Except it had also left Beau behind. Dead, but not.

He was dead. That was why everything felt so strange. Why he wasn't hearing the usual dull roar of blood rushing in his ears and the rapid thud of his heartbeat even though he was terrified.

Why there was a collar around his neck, heavy and chaining him to the wall.

Beau hadn't been given permission to speak- he had never spoken in his master's presence before, not when he was a simple servant rarely in the same room as his master. He wanted to speak now, to ask if he really was dead. If he was a vampire as his master claimed.

Beau dared to lift his head, meeting his master's eyes for the first time in his life. He immediately regretted it. All that was left in himself was animal fear, clawing and begging for him to bow his head, submit, curl into the corner and hope he didn't die again.

"I think you'll be the best behaved yet when it comes to my toys, yes?" His master nodded to himself as he spoke, not acknowledging the eye contact.

Beau nodded as well before bowing his head once again. He stared down at the bloodstained concrete floor and resolved to not look up unless ordered to.

The sigh that filled the room sent another cold shock of terror through Beau, grasping at his dead heart and squeezing. Why did he feel so much if he was dead?

"I can't have you spreading your disease, though. It wouldn't do for the government to come knocking down my door for hosting a parasite like you, would it?" Another rhetorical question, his master walking away and towards the racks on the wall.

Beau hadn't realized he could do what had been done to him to others. He didn't want to attack anyone, he'd never been in a fight in his life. He wasn't a violent person. Surely he wouldn't devolve into that feral beast that had killed him?

It wasn't inherent to being a vampire, was it? If that's the case, no wonder everyone tried to kill them all off.

Beau didn't want to hurt anyone. He couldn't bear to imagine any of the estate's staff entering the basement and being hurt by him. Those were his friends, his family.

His master spoke in a lower tone, mostly to himself. "We can try defanging, but that seems rather arduous, and I have a meeting scheduled early tomorrow. For now… yes, this'll work."

The sudden clinking of metal made Beau startle, unnecessary breath catching in his chest. Footsteps drew closer.

His master clicked his tongue. "Take out the gag and raise your head."

Beau followed the orders, grateful to have them, to have something to follow and cling to when he's been left unmoored from normality, from life itself. He kept the rag that had been used to gag him in his hands, glancing down at it.

The scrap of cloth was more red than its original white, splotched with blood. Had it tasted sweet because he was a monster now?

A small cage of metal with black leather straps dangled from his master's hand. Beau had seen many of them on the hunting dogs in the estate's kennel.

Relief made his shoulders relax, some of the tightly wound tension fading. He wouldn't be able to bite anyone. He wouldn't be able to tear into anyone like that thing did to him.

Beau kept his chin tilted up, eyes downcast to not make contact with his master's. The metal was cold, pressing tight enough to bruise against his cheeks. The straps were buckled around the back of his head, parting through cropped black hair.

"There's a good dog." His master's hand was warm against his scalp as it ruffled Beau's hair. He turned and left before Beau could react, the door to the room shutting and locking.

Beau had been too shocked to duck his head away from the hand, but now that he was alone shame and embarrassment washed over him. He wasn't a dog. He was a person! He was a nineteen year old man! He was…

He was collared, and chained, and muzzled. Like a dog. And he had just sat there and let it happen because he was a servant of the house and didn't know how to disobey his master. There was always punishment for orders left unfollowed. But he didn't have a job to lose anymore.

His mom did, though. She spent most of her life in the estate as a servant. She had nowhere else to go, no one outside of the estate to rely on. Their master could dismiss her and she'd have nothing.

The stakes for Beau were different now. It wasn't about losing his job and getting kicked out onto the streets. He wasn't a human being anymore. He wasn't even alive. His master had no reservations about chaining and muzzling Beau, and why would he stop there when he had tortured dozens of people in this very basement.

That was probably Beau's purpose. Why keep him down here otherwise? He had all the traits of the previous vampire that made it the perfect 'toy', except he already was trained to obey.

Indignation rose. He may not be human anymore but he wasn't a dog. He had his pride even in death.

It wasn't like he could do anything about it now. His mom's livelihood was on the line, even if she didn't know it yet. He was already chained. No victims had ever escaped the basement.

No one escaped Beau's master.

The thought chased away all the fear and indignation, replacing it all with the heavy weight of dread.

Beau was trapped. No one ever escaped before. No one would be rescuing him. Everyone he knew worked here, and wouldn't risk their jobs to save him. His mom couldn't afford to.

He wondered if this was it, if he would live as his master's dog forever. But he wasn't alive, he reminded himself.

In times like this where his thoughts became to depressing, he would usually lose himself in washing dishes or peeling potatoes or something else mindless. Now he had nothing. No tasks to complete, no orders to fulfill. Just a concrete room full of tools that would be used in his torture.

Beau found a patch of floor with the least stains and curled up, resting his head on his arms and bringing his knees to his chest.

He hoped the dead could sleep.

(Previous)

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

eager to please

[noriee404]

sweetness tolerance

[psychopomp-namine]

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[moeblob]

A succubus and a demon! (The succubi don't have names but the demon is Kronos and the succubus is one of his bosses in Hell and he's not /fond/ of the succubi for many reasons but they all adore picking on him)

Also because I love them and like to point it out, the succubi act more as pleasure dealers in the sense of they offer up whatever a human wants most in exchange for their soul. It's rarely of a sexual nature since it's what they want MOST in life. And most people's ambitions are outside of a bedroom. (happy pride, asexuals are able to get affected by a succubus now without discrimination)