#oc ask succubus

[princefleabitten]

I'd love a commission of Drizzt and Mindy together. Not shipping, just hanging out--maybe her braiding his hair or putting a flower crown on him.

Just a simple sketch no color is fine.

Commission 1: Mindy and Drizzt 💕

Thank you for commissioning me!

[flowerakatsuka]

what deadly sin does Kuroba embody

HMM GOOD QUESTION. this took me a second to figure out despite it being kinda obvious when i actually thought about it.

it's lust. i don't know if i should really get into exactly why since i wanna keep things sfw on this blog... but it's definitely lust.

[the-succubus-and-the-hellhound]

Hello, mortals, sinners, and the redeemed. Welcome to the blog. This blog will focus on my two hellaverse ocs, Diana, a hellhound, and Madison, a succubus.

This blog is an ask blog so you can interact with my two lovely girls either separately or at the same time. You can ask them about anything, current canon events, canon or fan/original characters, or their personal lives. Though keep the questions pg, please. Other than that, go crazy with the questions.

There will be tags for each of the two when they get questions.

-LionWriter

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Profiles:

Madison

Diana

[satancopilotsmytardis]

4b for Snowball?

[wolfasketch]

Have some screenshot art for the Holliday since I didn't have to energy to draw my own!

Single Character Images:

All bases used originate from Vivipop's work.

The human was made using Cherri Bomb

The Hellhound was made using Loona

The Imp was made using a random background character

The Succubus was made using Verosika

[unholy-screeching9]

I really like your oc! hope to see more of her ❤‍🔥😈

You are enabling me to post so much more content on here, I literally have a STACK of artwork dedicated to her, and frankly, I love you for that

This has made my day and you WILL be seeing more of her now that you have said this 🤝

[tigerquinny]

My Helluverse Ocs ask them anything~ 🪽💗🦴(bases by SABERGHATS & DesireeU)

[profanepurity]

Does lilith have any sister? In kabbalistic text she have three sister

My interpretation of Lilith does not have any sisters, but I believe I know the three you're talking about. Naamah, Agrat, and Eisheth are super interesting to me! WIP Character Bios/ Intros below the cut!

I'll start with a broad summary of all three of their backgrounds. Naamah, Agrat, and Eisheth originated as three Cherubim who guarded the Garden of Eden with Uriel. They were companions to Lilith and Adam during their marriage. When Lilith was banished from Eden, they followed her into the desert while Uriel stayed behind with Adam and Eve. Lilith, Naamah, Agrat, and Eisheth became the first succubi and queens of Hell.

Naamah

Desire plagued Naamah after her fall. It was something that clawed inside of her every day and night like a caged animal, but she had no idea how to quell the torment. She attempted to blame it on her sin, but she had felt this hunger within her even when she was still an angel. The urge haunted her when she looked at Lilith's neck and the veins running in Adam's arms. It was easier to suppress and ignore it back then. Naamah's prerogative to protect Lilith never left her, so harming her was never an option. When her fall from grace amplified it to an unbearable point, Naamah made the decision to isolate herself. She met Belial one night when she was walking through the desert aimlessly, weak and cold, vaguely following the howls of wolves in the distance. His jaws had been latched into the neck of an angel. Innocent blood coated Belial's face, chest, and the body of the slowly dying entity of light. The hunger was excruciating as she witnessed the murder. So when Belial looked at her and moved back from the body, Naamah did not hesitate to plunge her teeth into the already mutilated throat. Finally, her desire had been satiated by blood. Not only that, she found someone who was cursed in the same way that she was. Still, the idea of having to kill to survive troubled Naamah initially. For a while, she only drank when Belial offered his own blood to her. This motivated her to cave to the necessity so that she could afford to offer Belial her blood when he needed it. By the time their daughter Aclima, the first vampire, was born, Naamah no longer hesitated to kill. The Mother of Vampires is like a comforting, de-stimulating blanket of shade. Her presence is shielding from harsh light and intimate in the way two lovers in a dark room together are. But as the Queen of Iniquity, she is also the unforgiving, cold touch of a blade against flesh. A predator must eat; that is nature.

Agrat

Her presence has always been intimidating and intense. Even as a Cherub, Agrat was the first to raise her sword at any sign of a threat. Confrontation and conflict were never things she shied away from, especially if it was in defense of someone close to her. But despite being quick to battle, Agrat is a tactful and deceiving opponent. After her fall, Agrat encountered creatures that tested her in combat. She battled monsters from the deepest pits who made her question her ability to protect the very few people she had in her circle. This only fueled her wrath in battle, which led her closer and closer to Azazel. Azazel was born from the embodiment of Hell and Wrath himself. He rules over the monsters that crawl out of Hell to walk the Earth. Like magnets, Agrat and Azazel were locked in sporadic, counterbalanced battles for Azazel's throne over the beasts of Hell for centuries. When Azazel began to devour the sins that humans cast onto him to cleanse their souls, Agrat was worried their balance of power would be shifted in his favor. But it wasn't until Azazel was chained and buried in the desert by Archangel Raphael that their quarreling was truly disrupted. Displeased with this, Agrat, the daughter of deception, went to Azazel's burial sight and danced to distract the angels who were guarding it so Azazel could escape. They killed the angels together and formed a truce, which led to them agreeing to rule side by side. Along with ruling the beasts of Hell, Agrat and Azazel oversee the Pits where the damned are eternally tortured. On Earth, Agrat will sometimes dance on the rooftops of houses as a distraction from the hoards of Lilim coming to feast on unclean souls. Agrat also created the Daemi, a species of demon who guard the borders of the Pits to keep any of the damned from escaping into the peaceful regions of Hell.

Eisheth

As a Cherub, Eisheth was the most verbally compassionate of the guardians of Eden. She naturally brought comfort to the people around her and knew how to de-escalate situations quickly and peacefully. Even as a succubus, her sweet voice, bubbly personality, and soft appearance could ease even the most bellicose of demons. Much like Naamah, Eisheth hid a dark desire within herself that she only began to explore once she had fallen. Her tongue not only thirsted for blood and violence but also the flavor of souls, leading her to become the most intemperate of the four queens. She often partners with Baalzebub and Belphegor when tempting men to sin and feast on their tainted spirits. Eisheth targets those who glut on money, food, and flesh. In some cases, she favors them and offers them an afterlife of hedonism in hell with her. Others are not so lucky, but it depends on the severity of their transgression in life. For those who have committed the most egregious of sins, Eisheth will ensure their descent into Hell is excruciating. Despite the twisted nature of her hunts, Eisheth still holds warmth for the people who are close to her. Her own desires of the flesh can be mellowed and soft when she is with people she loves. Her marriage to Belphegor is a fulfilling one. She is more than happy to take up certain tasks for him to help him relax more or get more work done. She's always been fascinated by his experiments, especially the ones that involve torturing the damned. When his test subjects are too broken to be of any use to him, Belphegor will give the broken versions of their souls to her to eat.

[morriscribbles]

Initially misclassified as lust demons due to first impressions, Somnubi are an infernal species that feed on positive emotions. In spite of stereotypes, they are aligned with the mind far more than the body.

Due to their feeding patterns, they often work as therapists and entertainers, aiming to bring more positive emotions to the world. They're also relatively social and rarely territorial, often getting along well in urban areas with other social species such as humans.

Again from initial interactions, incubus and succubus were once mistaken as terms for their version of male and female respectively. Due to improved relations we understand their society- and these terms- much better. Incubus and succubus are simply two of the more populous 'classes' in a highly complicated social structure, based on how they interact both within and outside their groups.

[exponentialmass]

Emily's a Heart player, but what's her Class?

She's a Sylph! A Sylph of Heart, so it's all about coming to terms with being more proactive in her aspect.

I did my reading, friend, I've been returning to the lore.

[the-succubus-and-the-hellhound]

Some tidbit facts about Madison and Diana

Madison:

1- Enjoy listening to jazz music in her free time.

2- Changes her hair style every a few days.

3- Shares dislikement for Valentino with her current boss.

4- Learned how to pole dance from colleagues and enjoy it a lot.

5- Sometimes drinks outside work hours but not from the club's bar.

6- Rented a room in Diana's house.

7- Sings alone to de-stress.

8- Likes to sleep under a weighted blanket.

9- Can crack someone's head with her thighs.

Diana:

1- Read books in her spare time when she can.

2- A very good cook

3- Rented a room in her house to Madison

4- Enjoys spending time with the orphan hellborns at the orphanage. She works part-time at, in her free time.

5- Goes to Earth to buy stuff she can't find in hell.

6- Likes watching 90s sitcoms.

7- Only drinks at special milestones.

8- Appreciates Madison's help around her house.

9- Respects her current boss and colleagues.

[sadurbanwerewolf]

[Tomodachill post]

Saw a beautiful motorcycle parked outside my house today. I think it was a red Harley, but I'm not sure. I wish I had one of those, but unfortunately, I do not have a driving licence yet. Besides, I don't think I could afford one with my current income ^^*

[juliathesuccubus]

Don't Panic

This... This can't be real... Right?

Looking at something so small that made such a big difference in her crappy mundane life. Between her fingers was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

How was this even possible?! She didn't sleep with a human—her first and only time was with a monster! And there have been no records of human and monsters hybrids! How the hell did she get pregnant?! But... Say this was true, that right now, there is a magical monster bun in the oven. That would explain the strange stares from other monsters you get. Monsters can see souls. And the stares were a result from... Well... Something they didn't even think was possible, most likely.

"Shit... I really can't believe this. I'm... Like, legit pregnant. I'm... I'm gonna be a Mom. I... I should try to go to Grillby's. Maybe he can gimme some advice or maybe get in contact with the skeleton monster I was with?"

This wasn't a joke. Not at all. The monster doctor said it and taking 3 at home tests to be sure said it—pregnant. This is... Life now. This meana trying to find a new job and maybe a better place to live so the kid can grow up in a good and safe environment. But for right now, let's go to Grillby's to find info on where Baby Daddy went off to.

After a long shower, Julia threw on some clothes and with the note and black rose in hand, she heads out the door.

—

"You're... Pregnant?"

"Yeah. It, uh... The real deal. Grillby, please don't make that face, I'm trying my best to put on a brave one for my own sake..."

"You're pregnant with a boss monster's child. How is this—?"

"The skeleton monster I met that one night. We, uh, really hit it off and kinda... Had a one night stand situation thing. Eheheh... Grillby, you're making a face—what did I just say, dude?"

"Sorry, it's just... I didn't think Orion would be the type of monster to do that." Grillby sets down the glass and cloth on the bar.

"'Orion'? So that's his name? You know him Grillby?! Where is he? He needs to know this and... And what we should do—the monster doctor said with with pregnancy, both parents need to be present, especially in my case since I'm not a monster and the souling's survival relies on the monster parent providing magic!" Julia couldn't help but raise her voice as she grew more and more anxious. She didn't want to, but was already attached to the little souling. It was as if shd could feel what they felt. Confused. Concerned. Hungry. Tired. Where is Daddy?

"Julia, breathe... Orion is a regular here, but is probably on the job. He makes delieveries here and should be stopping by sometime today. Just sit down for a bit, relax, and I'll make you your usual with some extra magic. It's not much, but enough magic for you and your souling. I'll try to send Orion a message." Grillby guides Julia towards one of the booths to sit down and pats her shoulder before heading into the back.

—

After sometime, Julia lifted her head up immediately when she felt a pressure in the air and suddenly, she wasn't alone in the pub. Over by the bar, sitting or... Rather floating over the bar stool was a skeleton monster. Was... Was this the Orion she met that one night? Had to be. Dressed in that same ultra fluffy but sparkly looking hoodie. Those freckles that looked like pretty nebula, but... Something was... Off. Something felt off. Was this really the same skeleton? His... Eyelights are... Different. His... No, no, this had to be the same monster who rocked her world and knocked her up that night.

No time like the present.

Getting up, Julia makes her way over towards him. Her nerves getting worse as she felt each step she took forward getting heavier. But she has to do this. For her sake and their baby.

"Um. Excuse me. Orion?"

"that's my name, don't wear it out."

"Um do you... Remember me? We, uh, met a while back."

"hmm... nope, don't think so. not too many humans visit this grillby's and i think i'd remember a cute face like yours, kiddo."

...What? No, no, something is way off.

"No? We have met. I remember you distinctly. You tried comforting me when I was crying into my drink that night. We joked around and exchanged a few puns. I mean, yeah, we got kinda shitfaced, but... I remember you. I... You were my first and... And that night we... We had sex. I-I know it was a one night stand, but surely yo—"

"whoa whoa whoa!" Orion looked absolutely stunned and confused. His zygomatic bones flushing a mixture of blue and gold, bringing out his sparkly freckles more. "i-i dunno who you slept with, but i know for sure it wasn't me! i swear! you got me confused for someone else..."

"What?! You're gonna tell me you got a twin or something?"

"... depends on your definition of what a twin is, because that's... heh..." Orion shrugs, sweat already beading and running down his skull.

"..."

With a frustrated groan, she pulls out the note and black rose.

"You left this note and rose for me the morning after remember?! Dude, please...don't be a dick. A little souling's life is on the line here!" Julia snaps, her voice already cracked and tears threatening to start running down her cheeks.

Orion looked over the note and rose before looking at Julia, or rather... The small souling she was carrying before he had a look of shock and nearly slipped off the barstool.

"... n o. there is no way that's possible. you said the skeleton you met that night looked like me? are you sure? nothin felt off?" Orion looked directly at Julia, taking on a serious tone.

"Yes. But... Wait, are you seriously going to tell me it wasn't you?"

"i know it wasn't me—i had to work overtime at my job and make a delivery to underfell's grillby's that night." Orion pulls out his phone and shows his route of deliveries that week.

"What the f... Then... WHO IN THE HELL DID I SLEEP WITH?!" Julia steps back, panicking.

"...i think you just slept with the most dangerous monster in the entire multiverse..."

"Who...?"

"nightmare. the god of negativity." Orion looked very uneasy, and the faint rattling of bones could be heard as he continued. "...but the most concerning thing is that souling. they shouldn't even be here."

"How fucking DARE—"

"no, no! i mean, that souling existing shouldn't be possible because as far as anyone who knows about nightmare... nightmare shouldn't be able to have kids. his corruption makes him infertile. yet, here you are, pregnant with his kid." Orion lets out a nervous chuckle, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here right now.

Julia was stunned. She had to take a moment to just... Collect and absorbed everything that was told to her to try and to understand. And once she did...

She fainted.

[Previous: A Black Rose]

[First: What A Night]

[jestersarts]

Old ass flipnote of my baby-est of girls, crim, that I still really like

[seancekitsch]

Vox from Hazbin Hotel x siren! reader?? PLEASEE i love this concept sm-

i think i accidentally created myself an oc, also, if you spot the showgirls reference ill give you a cookie, this is inspired by the general flavor of moulin rouge and showgirls

“What the FUCK?!” you all but screech, throwing your blush frustratedly at your vanity. The small compact hits the cool marble, and immediately the product with the pan shatters, ruined. It was expensive. Fuck. 

“I- I don’t know what happened…” Jinni, a succubus, your assistant and opening act, stutters from the door. Scared. 

You deflate, rolling your eyes as you calm yourself and stop scaring the girl. You have to remember to stop raging near her. She’s young, too young. 

Overlords in the club mean a good tip, mean security, mean you and girls like Jinni make rent safely and have some fun money to toss around as well. You practically fall into your chair, yank a fake eyelash off as you sigh, ready to put on the next pair for your closing number. 

“There’s gotta be some reason the voice didn’t work on him,” you say, “I’m gonna find out why.”

“Are you sure thats a good idea?” Jinni asks, her tail curling around one of her legs. You have a soft spot for the girl, you really do. A place like this is gonna tear her apart; or at least, it would if you didn’t immediately take her under your wing. You pat the little chair beside you, and wrap your arms around the girl as soon as she takes the spot. 

You both stare at each other’s eyes through the mirror, sweat and make up blurred against your complexions, a reassuring smile spreads across your face. 

“I’ll check and see if he has the VIP package, and pull out the damsel in distress act,” you tell the little succubus, now cheek to cheek with her.  She smiles at you through the mirror, knowing full well you’re ready to ham it up.

“Thats your best one,” she says, and comes closer to pick up a body glitter for you. Jinni leans on the chair behind you, resting her forearms on your shoulders. You gaze at her while your hand moves with the brush across your face, at this point muscle memory kicks in, flawless. She’s why you still play nice, you think. 

“Gonna make sure you don’t have to go back to doggy chow for dinner,” you chide as you finish up your new look, a bit more dewy and innocent looking, as you shake her off and grab a lace robe to walk backstage in. Jinni laughs, and then takes your seat to take off her own make up. 

You’ve done this walk thousands of times, the long dimly lit hallway, all of the girls rooms hidden behind flimsy curtains and makeshift doors, signed by girls current and long since past. Your feet feel light below you, though nerves course through your veins. The patrons cheering is almost quieted here, all the quiet white noise that sets you ablaze in excitement and anticipation for another performance. 

But before the end of the hall can be reached, a meaty hand comes out to stop you, wrapping around your bicep. 

“Outta my way, Flicker, I gotta tell the sound guy to switch my track,” You turn your head away from the stage manager, not willing to take a face full of his calamari breath.  

“You ain’t goin’ out there again tonight,” he explains, “Got a private booking with a big spender.”

You sigh, right, just what you needed right now. You wish you could shoot a quick text to Jinni but… your phone is back in your dressing room with her. She’ll have to fair without you until this is over. 

“Right now?” you meet his eyes, and you can tell he wanted you in there five minutes ago. Shit. Well, here goes the girls' good tips for the night, you sigh, and turn towards the stairwell that leads you up to the private boxes. 

These rooms are gross; there’s no way to sugar coat it. You hate private bookings, much preferring to dance on the floor with any high spending patrons, giving them the girlfriend experience while you have the added safety of being able to slip away. These private rooms don't even have walls, more like private theater boxes so the managers can make sure you're keeping the clients happy. Up here, your talents are much more obvious, much harder to avoid blame.

You wonder what this guy will want. A champagne pour? A strip tease? Or worst of all, a dry hump or an over the pants job? You’d hate for this asshole to fuck up your costume or make up. That shits not cheap down here, and you only hope that after this private booking the overlord in the back of the hall might have loosened up and opened his wallets to one of the other girls or the house. 

But it still digs at you, like an old wound you cannot help but pick at… that your voice didn’t work on—

Him.

Its him. You can see through the sheer curtain the overlord in a suit. An old fashioned in his hand as he leans against the railing, the finale of the show tonight kicking into full gear below, all of the patrons like dogs on leashes waiting to be released to dance and party with the girls until dawn once the stage is clear. 

“Oh, Sir!” you call to him as you pull back the curtain, your flimsy robe fluttering behind you, “What is a man of your caliber doing in a place like this?”

Maybe you’re laying it on a little thick with the sultry little voice and the innocent act, but that’s what the men pay you for. He turns quickly, as if he didn’t expect you here so soon, but his smile quickly grows, teeth glowing against the low lighting of the private box. 

“What do you mean?” HIs voice is smooth as butter, “Is a man of MY caliber not supposed to admire beautiful things? Consider me a patron of the arts.”

You lounge yourself on one of the couches, effortlessly parting the bottom of your robe, kicking your legs up, really giving him a show. The boning of your costume digs into your ribs, but you don’t move. You always win over the higher spenders by laying out the feast for them. 

“Is that so?” you ask, a fake demure giggle leaving your lips, “Well then consider me confused, because you didn’t look so happy during my number earlier.”

The glow of his eyes distracted you, both out on stage earlier and now. His gaze intense, his posture rigid. 

“Maybe,” he trails off, crossing the little box until he’s in reach. One of his large hands wraps around your ankle, and then carelessly yanks your ankle off the couch to force you sitting upright. Okay, you’re only a little offended. Moreso intrigued by his seemingly complete lack of attraction to you. You drop your robe from one shoulder, baring more skin to entice him. Men are men, after all. He moves to sit at the other end of the couch. Maybe not all is lost, you think, as you pour a glass of champagne from the side table. The girl they threw on stage instead of you is killing this performance from what you can tell, and you know she’ll finish strong by the aerial rig set up and ready to go for her. You sip your glass as he sips his, and lean in closer to him, hoping that a little more proximity to him will help you figure out his deal. 

“But maybe I’m more wondering what the fuck someone like you is doing here,” he sneers as he stands, leaving you falling sideways into the space he vacated, nearly spilling your glass. 

“I- I beg your pardon?” you splutter, the sultry voice gone for a moment as you check to make sure you didn’t waste a drop of champagne on your robe.

“And stop with the agreeable little whore act, you can talk to me,” he winks at you as he says it,  red glowing eye rimmed with teal. You sigh as you brush yourself off from both he physical and metaphorical stumble. Okay, what does he know?

“Someone like me?” you ask, your real voice now dripping through. 

“Someone with power, darling,” The overlord says as if it’s obvious, “Someone with a talent like mine.”

He finishes his drink, and tosses the glass over the railing into the patrons gallery below.

“I could use someone with talents like yours,” he says, and your blood runs cold. You know what overlords mean when they say that. Your eyes dart to the curtain, to the hallway. If you shouted, would Flicker hear you? Wait- What are you thinking? He doesn’t give a rats ass about his girls’ safety. 

You do the only thing you can, you open your mouth to sing.

“Ah ah ah, nope,” he holds up a finger to silence you before you can begin, “That won’t work.”

You close your mouth, open it, close it again. 

“How did you know?”

If he knows, he can tell. If he tells, you lose money. Girls back on the street, you without a plan here.

His scowl turns to a smile, his eyes glowing brighter, circular rimming pulsating within his sclera. A funny tickle passes over you, as if he was blowing on you, gentle and odd. You furrow your brow, and then your jaw drops. You get it now. 

“Oh, Sir!” you play it up, ‘agreeable little whore’ voice as he called it back in full force, “I didn’t realize we were so evenly matched!” 

“I’m glad the smartest girl in this joint is also the prettiest,” he flirts, walking back over to the couch until he’s leaning on the arm of it. 

“How were you thinking of spending the evening mister…?” You stick to script if you trail off, not wanting to ask him outright what he wanted, now that you know what you’re dealing with.

He crackles, static, his glow dimming momentarily.

“Vox, darling. Where are my manners?” he finally introduces himself as he reaches over you for the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket and the other glass. He knows this game too, you realize, as his cologne wafts over you; something rich and woodsy. Attractive and expensive. 

“I’d like to offer my patronage, to your little,” he gestures around with the empty flute before pouring it, “artistic endeavors personally.”

That would be nice. A steady patron would mean steady money, steady numbers and acts, a bigger costume budget. His lap doesn't seem like a bad one to be perched on.

“Thats very generous, Mister Vox,” you say, holding out your glass for him to top it off, “But I can’t help but wonder what you want in return?”

His smile changes, less sharp, more real as he moves the neck of the bottle to your glass. He looks you up and down, scrutinizing every detail. 

“Your voice,” he goes on to explain, “For some important events, some advertising. I can make you a star, darling.”

It dawns on you that he hasn’t even asked your name, but then again you also weren’t going to give a client your real name. The entire idea is attractive, desirable. The patronage of a handsome powerful man, a legitimate name for yourself in the entertainment industry, security.

You reach upward clink your glass against his, urging him to clink yours back.

“You’ll have to win me over with a dance,” you tease him, your lips curling into a downright vicious smile.