#summoning a succubus

[orangepterodactyl]

random thought

succubi feed off of lust, yeah? has there ever been succubi that feed off of other emotions like rage, grief, happiness, etc.?

think imma file this idea into my archives just in case lol

[shameless-sol-apologist]

[yoku-yukihime]

unholy lovers [oc]

[elavoria]

Arueshalae having a moment with her goddess. <3

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Art??? By Leah??? Not as unlikely as you think

Okay, I finally worked up enough courage to post something I drew :)) It's far from perfect, but I hope y'all like it!

I'm not gonna tag my taglist cos this isn't writing, but I might make a new taglist in the event this becomes a regular thing hehe

[twistiraki]

A Magic Worth Keeping: The Price of Love

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Azul Ashengrotto was browsing through the library when he came across a mysterious book. He was drawn to it, his curiosity piqued. As he began to study the strange spells within, he stumbled upon one that promised to summon a creature of immense power and beauty.

Intrigued, Azul gathered the necessary ingredients and performed the spell. A stunning demon appeared before him, her eyes gleaming with power. "Who are you?" Azul asked, his guard up.

"I am Y/N," she replied. "You have summoned me, magician."

Azul was taken aback by Y/N's beauty and power. He was used to being the one in control, but he felt a strange sense of unease around her. "What are you capable of?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure.

"I have many powers," Y/N replied, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "But I require a steady supply of energy to keep them up. And that's where you come in, magician."

Azul felt a shiver run down his spine at the way Y/N spoke. He knew he should be cautious, but something about her drew him in. "What do you want from me?" he asked, still wary.

"Nothing that you can't provide," Y/N said, stepping closer to Azul. "I need to kiss you to keep my power up. And in return, I can grant you anything you desire."

Azul felt a surge of desire course through him at Y/N's words. He knew he should resist, but he couldn't help himself. "Anything?" he asked, his guard slowly coming down.

"Anything," Y/N repeated, her eyes locked on Azul's. "But first, let me show you what I'm capable of."

As Y/N kissed Azul, he felt a rush of energy and warmth that he had never experienced before. He knew he was in deep trouble, but he couldn't resist Y/N's power.

As they spent more time together, Azul found himself drawn to Y/N's strength and confidence. But he also sensed that there was more to her than she was letting on. "Who are you, really?" he asked one day, as they sit together.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and desire. "I'm a succubus," she said. "I need energy to survive. And you, Azul, are my source of energy."

Azul felt a pang of sadness and fear at Y/N's words. He knew that he was risking everything by being with her. But he also knew that he couldn't let her go.

As time passed, Azul became increasingly afraid that Y/N was using him for her own gain. He couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was based solely on her need for energy. Despite his fears, he found himself unable to resist her seductive kisses.

One day, Y/N noticed Azul's apprehension and asked him what was wrong. He hesitated at first, but eventually confessed his fears to her. "I can't help but feel like you're using me," he said, his voice trembling. "Like all you care about is the energy I provide."

Y/N looked at Azul, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I understand why you might feel that way," she said. "But that's not the case. I care about you, Azul. More than you know. But even that doesn't matter right now "

Y/N told Azul that she had to return to the demon realm, as her powers were beginning to fade in the human world. Azul panicked at the thought of losing her, and begged her to stay.

Y/N looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Azul, I can't stay," she said softly. "I don't belong here. I'm a Succubus, and my place is in the demon realm."

Azul felt his heart shatter at her words. "But I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N reached out and took his hand. "Azul, there is a way to keep me here," she said. "But it comes at a cost. We have to give up our magic."

Azul was taken aback. "Our magic?" he repeated. "Why?"

"Because the spell that turned me into a human was powered by magic," Y/N explained. "If you give up your magic, I'll become fully human and won't have to return to the demon realm."

Azul was torn. He had built his entire reputation and identity around his magic, and the thought of giving it up was terrifying. But the thought of losing Y/N was even worse.

He thought back to all the times he had used his magic to take advantage of others, and felt a deep sense of shame. He had always prided himself on his cunning and intelligence, but now he saw how selfish and heartless he had been.

Without a word, he reached out and took Y/N's hand, feeling a surge of warmth and love flow through him. "I'll do it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll give up my magic for you, Y/N. I love you more than anything."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling. “I know how much your magic means to you.”

Azul nodded. "I'm sure," he said. "I want to be with you, no matter what it takes."

With a trembling hand, Azul reached out and touched Y/N's. 

"I love you," Azul said softly.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, a tear running down her cheek. With that, Azul leaned in and kissed her deeply. As their lips touched, a bright light filled the room, and Azul felt a surge of power leaving his body and flowing into Y/N's.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Y/N's eyes were glowing with a new light, and Azul felt the absence of his magic keenly. But it didn't matter, because he had the love of his life by his side.

Azul and Y/N stepped out of the room, holding hands tightly. Azul's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Y/N with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. He knew that he had to give up his magic to be with her, but the thought of never being able to wield its power again was overwhelming.

Y/N could feel Azul's pain and she held him closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's okay, Azul. I'm here for you," she whispered, gently wiping away his tears.

Azul took a deep breath and nodded, determined to be strong for Y/N. They walked through the halls of Octavinelle, the silence between them visible. Azul couldn't help but feel like he was losing a part of himself, a part that had defined him for so long.

But as they stepped outside into the sunlight, something strange began to happen. Azul felt a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips. He looked down and saw a tiny spark of magic flickering in the palm of his hand.

Y/N noticed too and gasped in delight. "Look, Azul! Your magic is still there. We can build it back up together," she said, smiling at him with love in her eyes.

Azul's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his hand in disbelief. He had thought that his magic was gone forever, but Y/N had given him a glimmer of hope.

Tears of joy filled his eyes as he looked back at Y/N. "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't think it was possible," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I'll always be here for you, Azul. We'll build our magic together," she said, her words filled with love and promise.

[dagaan]

Sketchbook AU assortment

[hauntingmiser]

⚠️ : eyes ?

Day 22

Gives you two succubuses

[eurydiceey]

Little clown jester thing lady here to make you laugh and do... other things.

[liroyalty]

There is witchcraft here, hold on, let me cleanse this place. lol

[gensokyohyakkiyako]

Almost like it's some sort of tradition in the SDM to have a personal servant who you also have sex with.

[goldensugarywaffles]

A Very Merry Christmas! (Oops I Summoned a Succubus!)

Authors Note: Merry Christmas you filthy animals! (lol just wanted a reason to say that so I wrote this fic). This is my first smut fic so be gentle with me. Though feedback is appreciated.  After I finished writing this my computer crashed and the screen started flashing like crazy so I think that’s a sign that this is pretty good or really really bad. I’m not sure which one yet. It is a Christmas spinoff of one of my newest series but you don’t have to read (the one chapter that’s posted lol) it to read this fic.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genere: Smut, slight fluff, fantasy if you squint (I mean y/n’s a succubus but that doesn’t come up much in conversation)

Warnings: Grinding, Thigh riding, finger sucking, masturbation, choking, spanking (like once?), dirty talk, over usage of pet names.

Grammatical Warnings: I can’t space stuff properly, editing is hard, have mercy on my soul. Probably some typos I didn’t see after editing.

Parings: Switch!Reader x Switch!Maknae Line x Dom!Hyung Line (I’m sorry I’m too lazy to write out names and the story conveniently worked out this way.)

Christmas time was the boys’ least favorite time of year. Brand deals, Christmas music, photoshoots, and other promotions filled their schedule. It was so hectic that spending time with each other was their very last priority. But this year, things were going to be different. It had been about two years since the boys summoned you, your presence turning their world upside down. Soon your unorthodox friends-with-benefits situation blossomed into a relationship, and the boys have never been happier. This would be one of the first Christmases where all eight of you would be together, and the boys wanted to make it special for you.

Which leads them to their current dilemma. What exactly do you get a demon for Christmas? While the hyungs struggled to find you the perfect gift, the maknae line finished their shopping within the hour. Taehyung had raided almost every lingerie store in the city to buy the sexiest and highest quality sets he could find (though Jimin pointed out the lingerie was more of a gift for Taehyung himself than for you). Jimin bought you several designer brands outfits and accessories after you complained that the boys always outdressed you on every occasion. Jungkook thoughtfully bought you a Nintendo switch and various games after he accidentally converted you into a full-on gamer girl.

The four eldest men were now poking around an electronics shop hoping to find you a gift that was even better than the youngest’s gifts (despite Namjoon’s protests that it wasn’t a competition, knowing you would love anything they bought you). Yoongi was thoughtfully looking over various brands of headphones, wanting to get you the best and most durable type since you broke your last pair after losing to Jungkook in Overwatch. Namjoon was right next to him, debating on what cellphone he should get you after he cracked the screen on your current one.

Seokjin sighs not really interested in the stuff around him, “We could have bought all this stuff online guys.”

“I can’t check the quality of the headphones online babe,” Yoongi patiently chastises.

Seokjin rolls his eyes in response. All seven of the men had been in the mall for hours, the youngest three rushing off to the food court after picking out their gifts. He was exhausted, and the crowded mall put him on edge. Feeling a pair of warm arms wrap themselves around him, he relaxes a little. Hoseok smiles softly, resting his chin on the elder’s shoulder. Glancing down at the bag in Jin's hands, he silently asks what the oldest member got you. Opening the bag, Seokjin unveils a polaroid camera. Hoseok hums in approval, shuffling around to show Seokjin his gift for you.

Opening the sleek black box he was holding, the dancer revealed a beautiful silver chain choker. Dangling from the necklace was a pendant engraved with the words Bangtan’s Girl. Seokjin groans in frustration, you were going to love that choker and there was no way his polaroid camera was going to top that.

Namjoon tuts, "I told you guys it’s not a competition."

"But if it was, Hobi hyung totally won,” Taehyung helpfully adds. The boys had just returned from their food court run carrying various amounts of food. Jungkook pouts in agreement offering a bite of his cheese corndog to Seokjin in an attempt to comfort him. Never one to reject free food, the eldest obliges.

“Are we done yet? Y/n is probably wondering where we are,” Jimin prompts the men. He had hoped to get home before you, knowing how nosy and mischievous you can be. Yoongi nods and goes to checkout dragging Namjoon (who ultimately decided to buy two cell phones) with him.

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The drive home was quick, and the boys ultimately decided to leave their presents in the car so that they could sneak them inside the house later without you noticing. Happy to be home and eager to get out of the cold, the men hastily unlock the door and scramble inside.

“Boys, I think Santa dropped off your Christmas gift a little early."

Freezing in their tracks the boys are greeted with the most beautiful sight. You’re sitting on the couch clad in nothing but a lacy lingerie set and red thigh-high stockings; a pretty red silk choker sits against your neck, and the sight has Hoseok groaning. He definitely picked out the perfect present.

You flash the man a sultry smile, and your bright red lipstick has Taehyung tightening in his pants, wanting nothing more than to smear it all over your face with his cock. Jimin is fairing any better; the idea of you leaving lipstick prints all over his body causes him to shudder with excitement.

Lacking the self-restraint the other men have, Jungkook is already in front of you on his knees. Rubbing his large hands up and down your legs, he mumbles praises in between the kisses he’s placing on your thighs.

“God noona, you look so good dressed like this. Fuck. Can I taste you Noona? Pretty please?”

With an airy laugh, you run your hands through Jungkook's hair, gripping the strands; you pull him away from you.

"Not yet Kookie. You have to be a good boy and wait until Christmas."

The room is instantly filled with protests. Pushing the youngest out of the way, Seokjin pulls you onto his lap, running his hands up and down your body, “Oh, angel, how cruel. I thought it was the season of giving.”

Hoseok joins in, planting kisses up the side of your neck, "Come on beautiful, you can't dress like this and tell us not to touch you.”

From you right, Yoongi scolds you, "How naughty, kitten, getting all pretty just to tease us."

You shiver at the pet names. They knew what they did to you, and they were clearly using them to their advantage. Though that wasn’t the only skill they were using. The youngest three boys were all at your feet, placing wet kisses on your legs and sucking hickeys into your skin. Glancing up, you look at Namjoon, who was palming himself while sitting in the armchair across the room, looking like absolute sin. You weren’t even sure when they all moved, but you didn’t care either.

“Joonie please, play along. Pretty please?” you plead. Namjoon’s eyes darken at your words. He always loved when you begged.

The leader hums, pretending to think it over, "I don't know, baby, it really doesn't seem fair. I think you’re going to have to convince me.”

You suppress a smirk, he may pretend to resist at first, but Namjoon always loved to spoil you.

Grinding your ass against Seokjin you make your case, “I was thinking that we could watch each other get off. You know, touch ourselves but not actually touch each other. What do you think Jinnie?”

The oldest only curses, any response he had died on the tip of his tongue after feeling your ass rubbing against his dick. Yoongi frowns in mock contemplation, “Hmm, I like the idea, Kitten. But what I think there should be one little change.”

You tilt your head at the rapper inquisitively as he exchanges a look with the other boys. Seemingly excited by the silent suggestion, Hoseok answers your silent question.

“You can’t touch yourself beautiful.”

“What?” Any playfulness leaves your body in an instant. You’re grinding against Seokjin, slowly coming to a halt. Jungkook would have almost found the look on your face funny if he wasn’t so blinded by lust, his hand already in his pants, slowly stroking his cock over his underwear.

"Aw princess, it's only fair; look at you are being so naughty, grinding against Seokjin hyung like that. Not to mention how you’re teasing us dressed like that,” Taehyung gestures at your body as if proving a point.

"We're not saying you can't cum, sweetheart. You just can’t use your hands,” Jimin reassures you. You nod slowly, understanding what the boys want. Hooking your leg over Seokjin's, you straddle his thigh, the seven men groaning at the sight. The sound of zippers and belt buckles rings in your ears and sends a shudder down your spine.

“Come on baby we’re waiting," Namjoon prompts.

Slowly you start grinding against Seokjin’s thigh, the feeling of your lace-covered pussy against his jean-clad leg sending you reeling.

"Does it feel good, princess?" Taehyung eyes are locked on where your pussy and Jin's leg meet, the sight causing him to tug on his dick with a bit more force.

You moan at his words, pushing yourself down harder against Seokjin.

Locking eyes with Jungkook, he's already jerking himself off at breakneck speed. "Kookie baby, slow down. I don’t want you to cum yet,” you coo. Jungkook huffs in frustration, his words almost incoherent, "I can't help it, noona, you look so good using hyung to get off like that. Can I- shit, can I see you?”

You comply with his request pulling your bra down to expose your breasts. The cool air of the room causes your nipples to harden, and all the men groan in response.

“Fuck your tits always look so pretty. I want to suck on your nipples so bad. Please sweetheart let me make you feel good? Please? I’ll be so good for you,” your eyes roll back at Jimin’s words. His pleads driving you crazy.

“Shit, Jimin baby, don’t beg me like that. I can’t control myself when you beg like that.”

“You should beg some more Jiminie, look at how cute she looks when you beg for her. She looks absolutely wrecked as she makes a mess on Seokjin’s pants,” Taehyung taunts.

“Taehyung,” you purr, a bite in your tone, “when I get my hands on you I swear to god-”

Smack!

You let out a yelp when Hoseok’s hand comes down on your ass, the sting settling into your skin.

“What happened to my good girl? She would never say such mean things to Taehyung,” Hoseok scolds. He spanks you again, loving how you jump at the feeling.

“Maybe you shouldn’t talk at all if you can’t say anything nice,” Yoongi suggests, “what do you think Joon?” Namjoon acts as if he’s thinking over Yoongi’s question, but the smirk on his face gives him away.

“I agree hyung, I don’t want her hurting anyone’s feelings.”

Yoongi grins and shoves two fingers in your mouth. You obediently suck on them despite your original no-touching rule. You were already fucking yourself stupid on Jin's thigh, anyway. Seokjin grabs your hips and moves you faster against him, a silent demand to increase your pace. You whimper around Yoongi’s fingers at the delicious friction the increase in speed gives you.

“Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock right now,” Namjoon grunts, stroking his dick faster. You choke on Yoongi's fingers at the thought; Namjoon was not small by any means, and the idea of him stretching your throat with his cock had you shivering with pleasure.

Seokjin is in heaven with the way you’re rubbing yourself against his thigh. Your panties are soaked through, and he can feel the mess you making on his jeans. He wraps a hand around your throat, and you moan so loud around Yoongi’s fingers that Seokjin almost cums right then and there.

Your eyes start to flutter at the overwhelming pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes. “I know that face noona. Are you about to cum? You going to cum all over hyung’s thigh? Going to make a big mess on his pants? Don’t worry noona I’ll clean it up, make as big of a mess as you want,”

Jungkook's words are filthy, and you desperately look at Namjoon, knowing you are going to cum soon, with or without his permission, no matter how hard you try.

If your mind wasn’t overpowered by lust, you would have noticed that all the men were close to their orgasms. Their hands were nothing more than blurs rapidly moving up and down their cocks bringing them closer to the edge.

Your breasts were bouncing up and down, sweat was dripping down your body, mascara running down your face, and your lipstick was smeared around your mouth and Yoongi’s fingers. Namjoon took one look at you and cracked.

“Fuck, go ahead and cum for us baby.”

The words barely left his mouth before your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body shook at the force creaming all over Seokjin’s thigh. The boys follow soon after cumming all over their hands and pants.

Releasing Yoongi's fingers from your mouth, you collapse against Jin. Basking in the lovely high you always get after sex. Each of the boys looks fucked out, and you silently thank the gods that you ordered a pizza earlier. Planting a kiss on Seokjin's cheek, you get up to go start the shower, wanting to take care of the boys after your fun. You peel off your panties on your way, uncomfortable with the way they cling to your body, and you can't help but laugh when you see Taehyung pocket them.

After cleaning up, you and the boys settle in on the couch cuddling up to watch some cheesy Christmas movie. Though you'd never admit it out loud, the after-sex cuddles were your favorite part. Namjoon presses a kiss to your temple, amused by the huge grin on your face. If it were up to him he’d call you a cuddle demon rather than a succubus.

“What are you thinking about baby?”

You hum in response,

“Just thinking about how much I love you guys.”

"Aw guys she loves us!"

"How embarrassing. I'd never admit that out loud.."

You laugh loudly, and the boys melt at the sound. Shaking your head, you bury yourself deeper in their arms.

“You guys are idiots.”

“We’re your idiots.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Merry Christmas my idiots.”

“Merry Christmas Y/n.”

 …

“It’s technically not Christmas yet so…."

"Taehyung seriously?"

“What? Am I wrong?”

[twstinginthewind]

Twistober day 22 - AU

No illustration today, but instead a story. An AU I've been working on with @transriddlerosehearts, in which Ace is a depressed and desperate loser with a dead-end job, who sees only one way to start making things better in his life:

Might As Well Summon Demons!

It had been another long, pointless day, just like the dozens and dozens that preceded it. Wake up, go to work, pretend to care, go back home. Ace was ready for something to change. He trudged up the creaking stairs to his sixth-floor apartment, his arms held protectively around a canvas tote bag. His untied shoelaces flopped around the sides of his dirty, worn high tops as he ascended the dimly-lit steps, navigating around the occasional piece of trash or abandoned toy that his neighbors would leave behind. The building thrummed with life; thin walls vibrating with the sound of the residents’ televisions, radios, arguments, and all the other noisy nuances of day to day life, as well as the more organic type of life that would occasionally scuttle inside the walls and beneath the sinks.

Ace sighed to himself as he fumbled for his key. This wasn’t how he pictured his life would be at this point. He was too young to be this damn tired of everything. Twenty-six years old, doing nothing even remotely close to what his fancy Night Raven College diploma would have supposedly granted him and instead, swimming in debt, working a dead-end job as a line cook, and just barely making rent on his tiny studio walk-up. He couldn’t believe he thought this was a step up from the crowded place he had shared with four roommates downtown; it was a hassle finding privacy, sure, but at least there was always something to do. And it wasn’t like he could go back, either; all four guys had either found new places or gone back to their hometowns when their lease was up, and even the roommate he was closest to, Deuce, had opted to move back in with his mother instead of splitting a place again.

This was no way to live. Ace needed a change. He carefully lay the canvas bag down onto his uneven kitchen table, and nodded. Tonight, he was going to make it happen. He was going to do something so outrageous, so unspeakable, but it would turn his life completely around.

But first, a shower. He smelled like a day’s worth of diner grease. He flicked on the light switch in his tiny bathroom and started to run the water, giving it time to warm up as he peeled out of his clothes, dropping things into the hamper to drag downstairs for laundry and folding the less funky stuff to reuse again later in the week. He glanced over at his reflection in the door of the medicine cabinet, and looked himself up and down. Legs toned from long days on his feet and climbing all those stairs every day, lean physique despite his “whatever I can grab for cheap” diet, cheeky boyish grin and bright eyes topped off with a stylishly unruly mop of ginger hair; Ace shot his reflection a wink, and shook his head. He was way too hot to be this poor and single. Great job, hot stuff.

Speaking of hot stuff, steam had started to billow from the shower stall. Finally, hot water to drown his sorrows! He stepped under the spray, wincing slightly as the water hit his skin. He washed quickly, since he never knew how long the hot water would last, and even managed to rinse the last of the conditioner from his hair before the water began to run cold. He wrapped himself in a worn red towel and rubbed the condensation from the mirror. It felt a little less lonely with the company of his reflection, even if it was just for however long it took to comb his hair and brush his teeth.

A few minutes later, Ace was dried off, dressed in his pajamas, and staring down the bag on the kitchen table. He was ready. He was SO ready. He was going to change his life tonight. He pulled a worn book from the bag, bristling with impromptu bookmarks. He opened to one of them, and ran his finger down the page. Chalk. He pulled a dollar store pack of sidewalk chalk from the bag. Candles. He placed a pack of white, vanilla-scented tea lights next to the chalk. Rare herbs… he had tried his best, there. A wilted bunch of herb garni and a couple of bay leaves he swiped from the work kitchen, some cinnamon sticks from the potpourri at his mother’s place, and some overpriced weed that was more stems than anything, just to cover all his bases. And he wasn’t sure about the last item - unholy water with a sacrifice from a virgin. Must be the intentions that count, Ace thought, and he pulled out his substitution: a can of expired pomegranate-flavored energy drink from the bodega across the street. He opened the can, took a sip, winced, and put it onto the table. Then, he picked up a paring knife and cut into his hand. Blood welled up around the blade, and he held it over the open can, counting the drops as they fell. Unholy water with a virgin sacrifice, check.

He took a few moments to clean and wrap up his hand, then turned to the next page. Ace had spent a long time deliberating over the diagram, practicing the smooth curve of the outer circle and the intricate motifs inside, but had never drawn the entire thing together until now. He pushed his couch against the side of his bed for extra floor space, grabbed a piece of pink chalk, and began to work. After half an hour, the completed summoning circle dominated his floor, in weirdly cheerful pastel colors.

He checked the time. Eleven-thirty, on the night of the new moon. If he paced himself right, he could have this accomplished by exactly midnight. He’d summon the demon, make his contract for riches and fame and talent and all that crap, unload his mortal soul or whatever, go to bed, and wake up the next morning ready to start an exciting new life.

He took a deep breath. Time to make some forbidden magic happen.

Ace stood at the southernmost part of the circle, emotions swirling through his mind. Fear, sadness, disgust at himself... and a glimmer of hope. Yeah, it sucked asking for supernatural help, but he was at the end of his rope, and even with everything else going on, he'd rather try to swing than hang. He placed his "herbs" into a dish, and put them into the center of the ring. He lit five candles, and placed them at the cardinal points on the circle's edge, starting at north and working widdershins, and the last one nestled amid the herbs in the center dish. He held the dog-eared text in his right hand, and his bloodied energy drink in the left. Now, how did the incantation go?

Two steps towards the western point. "Hear me, denizens of the Pit. A mortal stands before you with a need." Okay, nothing tricky yet. A step backward, then pour a bit of the unholy water into the flame. He poured hesitantly, expecting the candle to go out, but instead, it doubled in size, burning with an amber flame. Just like it was supposed to! Nice. He risked a grin, then crossed to the eastern point.

"Answer my summons, and be bound to me as I shall be to you; your service in exchange for my sacrifice." Another pour, another bright amber light. Midnight was approaching quickly. He had to time it right. To the north.

"With the light of the candles, I light your way. With the taste of the herbs, I tempt you." The energy drink hissed and spat as it hit the flame, but it still burned brighter beneath his hand.

He approached the southern candle. "Let this water, cursed in nature, bring you to me." Cursed was right, it tasted like shit, he thought as he brought the sickly flame to larger, brighter life. Just had to reach in to douse the center... "And the virgin's sacrifice, may it show my intent. For what I desire is— oh, fuck.” Ace swore as he realized he missed the candle and had poured a portion of the liquid on the floor. He quickly corrected his aim, and managed to pour the last of the liquid over the center candle, creating a greater, darker flame than the ones on the outer ring, which was starting to smell vaguely of sulfur. He leaned away. "Oh. What I desire... um. Riches and fame and... oh." All five flames grew higher, and he felt a hot wind blowing through his apartment. There was a figure just becoming visible inside the circle; cold steel-blue eyes flashing boldly ahead of the rest of their features. Ace's heart thumped against his chest, fearful of the demon that would reply to his summons. He watched as the eldritch creature formed in front of him. Intense eyes that almost seemed to glow. Sharp horns. Wide red wings, curled inward to fit within the confines of the circle....

... and a perfect, angelic face looked back at him from beneath a fringe of silken hair the color of a Valentine's rose. Full lips parted, and a melodic voice asked him a question that his short-circuiting brain couldn't even register. This... was it even a demon? This creature was beautiful. Ace dropped to his knees, the tattered book and drink can hitting the floor on either side of him. His mouth opened, dry and creaking. "Are you going to grant my wishes?"

[thegreatcrowdragon]

New theory even though literally nobody talks about this game anymore: I think Muma is a sleep paralysis demon of some sort, and that instead of exploring her own dreams, she’s invaded the dreams of another. Maybe she got shut in a “mental prison” while doing so and ended up getting stuck there for so long that she honestly thinks suicide is a better option. Considering how she’s named after a creature that sits on people's chest and gives them nightmares/sleep paralysis (as seen here) this theory seems pretty viable.

[fefeman]

Attaching a rubber band between a demon's horns to turn them into a demonic slingshot.

[tfshouldidohere]

Ok no more SMAUs and fics til exam season is over (Oct 9~11)