#rotcon

[bluecrysto-art]

I had a lot of fun browsing Plague’s Riot of Rot badge buy this year, so here is a pic of Clan Bluecrysto going to Rotcon 2024! Primavera is my badge keeper, Rainboom is my avatar dragon, and Ferncurl is my favorite hatchling. It was a lot of fun to draw!

[truedarkhunter]

Now that's Othello! Thank you to rotcon and reapsickle for it.

Mastermind. // Othello for @reapsickle.

[necroticblonde-a]

Your hand in mine, a blade between our palms. We’ll raise it up  and bring it down over and over again until we’re both satisfied.

@rotcon

[claudiaindarkness]

@rotcon liked for an AdultClaudia starter.

Looking to the demon butler, Claudia's lips turned up in a mischievous smirk. "I do love a man in uniform." Sure he had heard that before.

[serpentinebrutality]

14, 3, 10! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

20 SINDAY QUESTIONS

3: Does your muse like to dress up for their partner or themselves? If so, what do they wear?

 Syntherea does enjoy dressing up, mainly for her partner. Intricate lingerie with plenty of lace or chiffon robes just transparent enough to see her silhouette, though if asked nicely, she will try the cliché outfits at least once, though she isn’t particularly a fan of those “sexy nun”, “sexy nurse” outfits. She much rather prefers something subtle and still seductive. It’s part of the fun for her to attack her partner’s weak spots too. Are they into high heels? She’ll wear them. Stocking or pantyhose? Guaranteed she will have them on. Deep necklines or catsuits? She will do it just for the sake of either turning her partner into a flustered mess or making them frustrated. After the initial shyness, Therea can be one hell of an unbearable tease. 

10: What is your muse like after sex? Do they like to cuddle, chat, or go right to sleep?

 Therea is a cuddler. After sex, she enjoys either resting her head on her partner’s chest or guiding their head towards her chest. She also sneaks slow and gentle caresses, like the slow brushing of hair or simply running her fingers up and down their side. She’s surprisingly affectionate, and most of the time will wait for her partner to fall asleep before she allows herself to do so as well. 

14: What is your muse’s favorite part of another person’s body? Thighs, butt, chest, belly, etc.?

 That’s a very hard question. Therea has a liking for plenty of body parts, like someone’s hands, neck and chest, but the one that rises above all is very likely someone else’s belly. She can’t help her type - anyone broader than she is draws her sight almost immediately. Be it a toned stomach where she can trace every single dip of abdominals with her fingers or her tongue, or a tummy she can squish, caress, and lay her head on, it’s guaranteed that she will spend a lot of time during foreplay kissing down her partner’s stomach and even leaving hickeys or lipstick stains behind.

[chasingrainbcws]

@rotcon​

          Ugh.. what a   DISMAL   day. Silk-sheathed digits squeeze the tender trigger of the pistol ever so slightly,   just enough   to make the pathetic hellhound sniveling up at him from the end of the barrel   f l i n c h.   Pallid lip curls upward in a scowl, flashing golden namesake which only seems to further the other’s blind terror.    ❝   What’s a matta’,   tough guy ?   ❞   Posed query is punctuated by ash discarded from cigarette’s tip to the concrete below. He really hated guys like this.. but they sure were fun to   fuck with.

          ❝   Ya   SCARED ?   Ya weren’t scared b’fore.. playin’ hard n’ fast with Big V’s money. You been runnin’ that big mouth a yers all ova’ town,   livin’ large   with   b o r r o w e d   cash  ------------------------------------- gimme   one good reason   why I shouldn’t   shut that mouth fer good.   ❞

[mei-rin-blossoms]

“I’ll take that comparison as a compliment.”

@rotcon

Mei-Rin felt her heart flutter quite pleasantly, making her cheeks slowly turn a nice shade of red. If she could, if she had enough confidence, she would simply flood him with compliments, but in the current situation, she would end up saying something terribly wrong, her face would flush, and a second later there would be no trace of Mei-Rin being anywhere around.

But right now...

“I- I hope you like compliments, Mister Sebastian!” she squealed, as though not realising how awkward it was until those words sounded out loud. Only then did she blush even more, tugging at the apron in embarrassment and wishing she could just bury herself.

[rxseandscythe]

// 💙💔

Claudia was observing Sebastian above her book, pretending to be uninterested. The beast was enjoying playing with mortals. She could see how easily he was approaching other servants to mess in their heads and control them just for fun. 

If they, she and the demon, were real partners in crime they would be unstoppable - masters of manipulation. World would be at their feet. 

But they weren't partners. If Claudia likes it or not, she is a prey in his eyes, so that fantasion won't be ever true.

What could she expect from an animal? He was one of them. Very intelligent, that's true, but still only a beast that starts and ends only on thinking about his stomach. Maybe he was even lower than animals. They also think about breeding. 

Claudia wasn't sure if there was any sexual life of supernatural creatures or they were made only of chaos.

What a pity. She almost hated the fact he wasn't something… more worthy. Especially when he has taken that pretty face of her butler.  Really has he chosen this appearance?

Damn beast!

@rotcon

[arachnido]

Sebastian telling riddles just to get some kind of entertainment, I love one noisy demon. 👀💕

[umbralrosarchive]

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@rotcon

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[sieglindesully]

@rotcon || continued

Following close behind, Sieglinde clung to the demon’s hideous jumper almost as if the place had been a maze and she could lose him from her sight at any point. Soon, she regretted not having clung to his arm instead as the sight of what looked to be a female lounging on his couch struck her harder than a slap to the face. Even though Ms. Hyun wasn’t undressed, the young she-reaper, of all people, knew the devil not to be particularly opposed to more promiscuous activities while donned from head to toes in fabric still. The day he played the priest and she the nun all too fresh in her mind to be forgotten. 

It seemed as though Sieglinde had daggers in her eyes as the lady passed her by, excusing herself out. One could have sworn the lass to have muttered something along the “and stay away from him” lines in her mother tongue, but she knew more than well the woman was hardly one to blame when the World had known more loyal companions than Sebastian no matter the age.

About as soon as the vixen was out the door, Sieglinde put as much distance between herself and the demon as it was physically possible without rousing suspicions, though the telltale pout and furled brows told secrets her lips would never utter. “Who is she?” She demanded. Even though Sebastian had clearly chosen her over the woman, the fact alone there was a female in his apartment in the first place was enough to ruffle her feathers like an angered dove’s. “I’m starting to deeply regret having accepted your invitation in. Are you truly this clueless as to the reason why I haven’t been replying to your barrage of messages?”

[reddecth]

@rotcon asked:      ❝ Oh god, oh no. Please, someone help me. ❞ The fiend drawled, raising his hands in the air, more an act of dismissal than surrender. He stared off somewhere behind her. For god's sake - Sebastian was already preoccupied investigating a murder; he hardly had time to attend his /own/.

     serial killer sentence prompts – accepting

    ❝ – AH!! Are you mocking me, Bassy?! ❞ Shrill offense utterly ruins the beautiful, sensual tension that she’d worked ever so hard to build – what a cruel man he was! Oh, but that was ever so impeccably definitive of his character, she could never truly be upset by something that made him the devilish fiend that he was ~ the dark, brutal heathen that she so adored! Besides.. his sharp barbs only feel like the sweetest of heat against her flesh. She presses the jagged blades of her Deathscythe ever closer against that pale, pretty neck of his, drawing the tiniest dribble of gorgeous scarlet ‘gainst snow white. Oh, how unfortunate.. he’ll be so fussy about his stained button up, always so finely coiffed and dedicated to the mask he wears.     ❝ How cruel ~ you wound me so with your dismissal. Are you doubting me skills.. ? Perhaps I should return those wounds, with extra ~ LOVE ~ ❤ ❞

[konjouki-archive]

@rotcon || Starter Call

❝ So you’re the one that came to my calling? ❞ Rin asked what seems to be thin air as he could feel the presence of a powerful being. Good. If they were weak I would have hurt them for daring to waste my time The prince thought to himself as he got up and away from the summoning circle ❝ I have an intriguing proposition for you so it would suit you to show yourself. Preferably in your human form as that’s what I’ll need. ❞ Rin demanded from the demon he was thinking of creating the contract with. He needed to see if he was worth being by his side. The wound on his palm healed quickly and the blood he used for the circle started to dry up so he grabbed the knife and opened the wound again to lure the demon towards him.  ❝ Or perhaps are you scared? ❞

[necroticblonde-a]

@rotcon

 The previous day had been an interesting one to say the least. The whole thing with Sebastian had put a bit of a damper on his mood and he spent the entire evening after wondering if he’d crossed some unspoken boundary and spooked the other demon off. By the end of the night, right before he was getting ready to lay awake in bed all night, he got a call from Dialen that detailed the events of the previous afternoon and later on in the evening. ‘So that’s who he needed to make a call to.’

 Needless to say he didn’t even try to sleep last night. “Nothing can ever be simple. Can it, Paris?” He’d muttered to immense black dog who laid her head on his lap and stared until he scratched behind her large pointed ears. As much as Abraxas loved pestering and aggravating Cicero, he’d developed a distaste for making her cry. The only thing he disliked more was when someone else made her cry; not that he’d come running to her side the way Demoriel did. He was more of the type to “deal with it directly”. If it were anybody else, he’d have no issue doing so but why did it have to be Sebastian of all people?

 Before the doorbell could even ring, Paris had already perked up was already letting a single polite ‘boof’ escape from between her jaws. She didn’t need to be told to keep quiet but she did need to be told to stay (not without her ‘talking back’). He wasn’t expecting anybody but he stood up to answer the door. When he answered the door, he saw Sebastian (’speak of the devil’ and all that). 

 Abraxas stared for a moment, “Good afternoon, Sebastian.” He paused and glanced at the street behind the other demon. “What brings you by? I wasn’t expecting any company.” Was it just him or did he sound too formal? 

[malevolentlord]

‘ no, you hate the whole world. ’

[serpentinebrutality]

'weird catch.'

Send “weird catch” for my muse to be a merperson caught up in your muse’s fishing net.

From below the surface, the metal holding the lowered net looked extremely shiny. Was there such a thing as destiny? Was that what led Syntherea out of the darkest bottoms of the ocean to the reef? Maybe she had just wanted to peek at the surface for the first time in a while, maybe find a boat or crew to torment - instead, there she was, staring wide-eyed at the metal, blurred due to the waves. 

Her big mistake was approaching. 

Before she knew it, she was out of the water and caught in a net. Her head snapped to the sides, the mermaid obviously confused about she had ended up above the surface. The creature was long, about twenty feet with a sturdy, strong tail. It looked slick, but under the sun scales changed between pure black and a dark red. Her claws, long and undeniably sharp, tried to dig into the ropes in an attempt to cut them as she thrashed around. 

Understanding her language was unnecessary - anyone could tell those sharp clicks and hisses were clearly meant to insult whoever set such a trap.