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FAMILY DINNER

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

When Raíz visits, everyone is expected to show up for family dinner a few days later. That's how long you have to show up at the HQ mansion, no matter where you are in the world, no matter how busy or disinclined you are to make an appearance. If you're not there by the time is begins, Raíz will simply show up wherever you are, pick you up and materialize the both of you back at the mansion, tacking on a year or two to your contract.. Everyone is also expected to behave; starting trouble during dinner just gets you mind controlled into behaving to a Stepford Wife degree of compliance.

Since Raíz won't be played ICly, feel free to play this prompt before or after dinner itself takes place. Maybe your character is coming 'home' after a long time away, maybe they're getting ready to leave after it's done, maybe they've decided to stay a few more days or they're just going back to their routine if they already live in the mansion. Play it out as the before or after of any massive family reunion where you're happy to be there or can't wait to get the hell out.

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OUT ON A MISSION

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

From 007 to SCP, Blood Pact missions can vary between retrieving information, retrieving some ancient artifact, fighting full out monsters or even saving the world from some apocalyptic event. Let your imagination dictate the type of mission your characters are on and why they've been paired up. It can be a thread where they're getting briefed, or en route, or staying at some motel, or entering the lair of a beast that can behead them with a single bite if they're not careful. From the banal to the paranormal, Raíz's agents are ready for (almost) anything mom tells them to do. Well - mom lets Great Dane know what she wants them to do, and he's in charge of passing on the message.

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HALLOWEEN PARTY

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

Cellar Spider, much to Great Dane's annoyance, has decided to throw a Halloween party at the mansion! Everyone in the Blood Pact is free to join, and hey - if they really want to, they can even bring a plus one. (Why would you do that, though.) Blue organized the meticulously arranged sweets, Red carved a lot of pumpkins (like a lot), Monarch assembled the playlist, Velvet brought the moonshine, Moon made sure everything looked fucking amazing, and Salamander spiked the punch. Costumes are in fact mandatory! Raíz will not be appearing because she's busy being an eldritch abomination in some other dimension.

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VOICE / TEXT / VIDEO

CW: NONE, WARN IN SUBJECT

Post something to the massive group chat, or just DM each other gossip. Or Else.

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PLEASE READ

A NOTE ON CONTENT TO AVOID

Hi there! Nubl here. For my own comfort, please avoid engaging in the following subjects ICly and in introspection: different generation incest (parent-child, uncle/aunt-niece/nephew, grandparent-grandchild, etc.); pregnancy or breeding as a kink or as a horror trope, needles/piercings, watersports, and non-con/rape. You're totally free to play them out elsewhere, I'm just asking to keep it off-comm please! Though this isn't meant to be a smut-heavy post, threads may certainly end up there - just make sure to warn in the subject that it's NSFW! Thank you so much everyone, have fun!!

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Comments

[overts]

[ She likes that reaction. Not because is cute (it is), but because is vulnerable. It's soft. Sal is a lot of things, but most are rough and careless. Plus they have a nice ass and Tyrant would keep her hand there all the time if it wasn't such a hassle to keep them quiet. ]

Uh-huh.

[ There is...a lot of unpack between the release that killing gives her. They're not entirely wrong with the sex parallels, but they don't come from the same place. Whether one is "better" than the other...she can't tell.

Tyrant turns around to face them, her robe parted to reveal she's wearing some sort of tiny black thong thing that might break if someone looks at it the wrong way and an equally thin strapless bra that's pushing her tits just the right way. ]

My first knife. You can pick any knife, just not that one. I'm not done with that one yet.

[thip]

(They look up from the case in time for the robe parting, the sudden onslaught of skin, tits and stomach and legs, fuck. They've gone still while they stare at her, which is undoubtedly exactly what she wants them to be doing, but they don't have it in them to be contrary right now, not even on purpose, not when she's being hot on purpose to mess with them.

Fucking. Tyrant.)

Why?

(They don't look back down at the knife.

Her smile is so sharp and nice. Knowing. She looks smug. Secretly they like this expression on her best of all.) What do you have left to do with it?

[overts]

[ Her smile turns predatory; she knows the effect she has on them. They might be extremely annoying to rear sometimes, but the simple things never fail.

Their attention caught, Tyrant slides a hand between her breasts, distracted (or is she?), stopping at the edge her panties. ]

What is a knife for, Sal? There's a few people I need to plunge it and shake it a few times.

[ She's still smiling, but it's distant now, preformative. ]

Now, are you going to help me squeeze into this thing? Or you could take yours off and we could play dress up, I've got a bunch of stuff that would look good on you.