#monthly task

[goldenveins-silas]

For: @asherbrooks

Where: The ally behind Infamy

Task: Use a human as bait during a hunt for the Fellowship.

A cool breeze rose off the sea, pushing through the empty streets of Port Leiry leaving a deep chill in the air. After a long shift in the technicolor world of Infamy, stepping into the cool night air made all of Silas' senses feel dull. Countless hours under the pulsing lights, and pounding music made Silas understand Dorothy's return to Kansas. A sense of peace settled on the bartenders shoulders for as he gulped in the fresh air, swaying slightly on his feet as exhaustion crept its way through his muscles. The alleyway behind infamy wasn't the worst Silas had seen, a decent enough place to catch his breath before starting the walk home to apartment, where the only thing waiting for him was Sir Pickles.

The next days agenda was already starting to peak its way out of the dark corner Silas had shoved it away into a box. The relationship with his family had been strained, for lack of a better word, ever sense his brother had passed away. Silas had hung up on more calls then he had taken over the past year. The last one was particularly rough, more shouting than actual conversation. Silas' father had informed him in a way that booked no room for argument, that the heir to the Dellamorte fortune would not be in a town like Port Leiry without some form of protection.A bodyguard was on his way. Disgusting. Silas couldn't conduct his investigation with some stuffed up suit following in his every footstep.

The thoughts of his family hung heavy around Silas as he started his walk. Humming the tune of the last pop song that had played of his shift contemplating how to shake the fucker before he even arrived. The distractions of his past, and the blowout of his senses from his shift left him oblivious to the women following him. A brunette women who moved silent in the shadows, hunger in her eyes. Fangs growing with each step. Something tickled the back of Silas' neck a feeling that cause him to slowly turn around. "hey what the fuck!" the exclamation left him as he took in the dark eyes and fangs.

Before Silas could take a breath to scream, the women lunged for his throat.

[nikosinclair]

[nerohardy]

Jeff was used to interviews. He'd had cameras and microphones in his face for the better part of twenty five years. This was a face to face interview, it was being recorded but since it was a more one on one than many interviews he'd done, he was getting to pay attention to his interviewer and to his word choice since he wasn't being rushed. They checked to make sure the audio would pick him up and they got started.

@outsidetheropesrp

He swore the interviewer looked nervous, "Don't be nervous, if a question makes me uncomfortable we can skip it or I'll come back to it." He told them. They nodded and shuffled their notes.

"What is your biggest regret?"

Ooh... he had to think. He regretted plenty of things. "I regret ending up addicted to drugs and alcohol. I'm lucky I'm still here, some aren't. My wake up call was my wife leaving me. I got sober for her and my kids so they'll maybe want me in their lives in the future."

"Think I can speak for plenty of fans when I say we're glad you're sober now." The Interviewer said as they finished their notes and turned the page. "Um... Second question, Favorite memory?"

"Guessin' you mean recent? Not something of me, Matt and Shannon being dumbasses?" He laughed softly, getting a smile and a nod from the interviewer. "Probably chatting with Mox. We were just sitting and talking, he's pretty cool to hang out with." Yeah, that wasn't much of an answer but whatever. Who or what they were talking about wasn't their business though.

"Who is the person you dislike the most and why?"

"Oh, if I answer that It might get me in trouble. There's enough drama without my adding to it."

"What was the craziest thing you and your best friend did?"

"We smoked pot. it's legal but lots of people still don't like it. We were outside so it didn't stink anything up and were out of the way so people didn't have to smell it. Not that crazy but know people it would certainly bug the hell out of."

"Do you have a close circle? If so who’s in it and why? If not who would you want to be in your circle and why?"

"I'm working on making close friends. Don't have a close circle at the moment though. Think Roman and Mox would be good additions to a circle of friends, even if they weren't in that closest group they'd still be people i'd call friends."

[persephonekorex]

Kimberly Loretta Buchanan was born to her parents, Winona and August Buchanan. Kimberly was their only daughter, as the two hadn't wanted children. Both were very successful surgeons. Both having barely anytime to spend among themselves, so a child was out of the question. But one night, on their third wedding anniversary they conceived their daughter. It was shock when Winona found out she was expecting, as her husband had recently gotten snipped. Meaning he wasn’t supposed to be able to have children. 

The two met when they were in college. Winona was actually dating his younger brother, Lionel. August was dating his high school sweetheart, Michelle.  The two had great chemistry, and after they ended their relationships. They got together, and lasted through College. Marriage was soon after, and the two moved to their small apartment. Working in their medical fields, and had a dog named Rover. Winona never wanted children, as her own mother was abusive to her. She feared she’d turn out the same. While, August hated children since he was a young teenager, as he had ten brother and sister. Which he cared for. 

But unlike what they expected. Which was to hate their daughter, the two loved her. The once too busy to be a family couple. Was going out of their way to spend time with little Kimmy. She was very close to her daddy, who was her best friend. Winona put her in all kind of sports, and activities. The couple loved their daughter, and accepted her no matter her mistakes. She loves her parents, and would do anything for them, that is for sure. 

[heatairmorrison]

It's important to replace or clean furnace filters once a month during the heating season. Dirty filters restrict airflow and increase energy demand. Here's a worry-saving tip: mark a monthly check on your calendar.

[thetaylormontgomery]

there was a colder night || taylor [june task]

Taylor found sex play to be interesting. Sometimes in more of a 'wow the world is full of some weird little shits' kind of way, but sometimes it was in an 'well I never thought I'd like tying a girl to the bed' kind of way. Life was surprising like that.

Food play was sometimes something she was averse to, though. Sure, she'd had her share of drunken or daring nights - she'd been serious about fucking a girl with a Popsicle - but beyond the typically used items she wasn't sure that she knew what to do. Sex tasks had seemed like they would be a piece of cake, until she was actually given a task to complete - and that thought actually sparked something - though literally eating a piece of cake off of someone would probably be weird. She scratched that from her mental list.

At the very least, she had found someone willing to help her with her task. It wasn't difficult, as expected, but she was concerned by some of the suggestions the woman had made. Grapes, for example - she was not stuffing grapes in someone and eating them, it was just not an option. After hours of poring over the internet (which really flared the holy shit how is that a kink thing again) she had finally come to the conclusion that classics were classics for a reason. Or rather, that she was out of ideas and using a Popsicle again wasn't a completely terrible one. As long as she stuck to a sugar free one and the other girl made sure to clean up after (she wasn't sticking a popsicle in herself no matter what the city people wanted), they'd be golden. Hopefully. 

So Taylor scoured the aisles of a grocery store in search of a box of popiscles that didn't look horrible. After buying some promising sugar free berry ones (and they were organic, thank you very much), she made her way to the girl's apartment. Taylor didn't know much about the woman, and she liked it that way. Going to her apartment had partially been for her own benefit - to keep her sheets clean really - though it also helped that the woman wouldn't be in her place and try to get to know her or anything. She'd have the option of just being on her way after popsicle fucking the girl. It all sounded quite nice, really. She wasn't sure why she hadn't moved to the city before. 

After making her way up to the woman's floor, Taylor knocked impatiently and let herself in when the door opened. She held up the box of popsicles with a grin and couldn't help the small chuckle at the wide eyes the other woman flashed her. "Don't worry, sugar free. This shouldn't be too bad." After a wary look, the woman nodded and led the way to her bedroom. Luckily, her roommate wasn't there, and they were able to get right down to business. The popsicles were thrown haphazardly onto the bedside table as she kissed up the woman's neck, wasting no time in unbuttoning and removing her shirt in the process. She wasn't about to go out and buy more popsicles, so they couldn't afford to let them melt. That mess just would not be pleasant, and Taylor  wasn't particularly fond of being there for clean up at all. As she licked and nipped at - Erica? Monica? - the woman's neck, her hand flicked the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down before snaking into the tight space and pressing against the damp cotton there. It seemed that they were on the right schedule, and Taylor smirked, pressing some filthy words into Erica/Monica/whatever's ear to move things along. She was more than pleased, if the moan that met her ears was any indication. 

When all of their pesky clothes was finally removed, Taylor grabbed the box of popsicles and felt around, finding one that was completely frozen through and not too melted. She tossed the wrapper off and let it fall to the ground, her mind coming up with some amusing joke about putting on a condom or something - it didn't quite come together though, she was budgeted for time, after all. Taylor quirked a brow at Erica/Monica and slid the popsicle into her own mouth, warming it a tiny bit and making sure that it wasn't so cold that it would stick to the woman and tear - because, ouch. When she was finally ready, she slid down the other woman's body, dragging the popsicle along her abdomen while her tongue worked at her folds. She'd heard that the combination of hot and cold was arousing when ice was used, but she wasn't sure that it was the same in this situation - she just hoped she wouldn't be kicked in the face. Taylor wasn't quite sure how things had gone the first time she'd popsicle'd a woman, she was fairly drunk, but she remembered an orgasm at the very least. When she felt that Erica/Monica was ready, she hoped that at least that part would be a repeat. She nodded at the woman to signal her and dragged the popsicle between her folds, relishing the hiss that came from above her and the way the other woman's hips arched off of the mattress. Taylor licked up the taste of berries and warmed her a bit again before pressing the popsicle slightly against her entrance, waiting for the woman to adjust to the temperature. It started to melt slightly, and she had to quickly lap up the juice, actually finding the mixture of tastes to be ridiculously arousing. She kind of hoped that it wouldn't turn into a thing. Finally, Taylor slid it in all the way, slowly, and the groan she heard above her didn't sound like a stop kind of groan. She kept going, sliding the popsicle in and out while her tongue flicked at the Erica/Monica's clit, circling it and occasionally pulling the popsicle out to run it over the bundle of nerves. When she felt hands in her hair, and with the popsicle starting to melt, Taylor decided that it was about time. She latched her mouth onto Erica/Monica's clit and sucked as her tongue swirled around it. In combination with the slow slide of the popsicle, it seemed to work, and she held the other woman's hips as she called out her name. She slid the popsicle out of Erica/Monica and kept sucking until she'd ridden out her orgasm, and then was polite enough to lick up the rest of the berry juice from her folds. Taylor tossed what was left of the popsicle back into the box and, when she looked like she'd returned to the living world, crawled up Erica/Monica's body, settling above her for her to return the favor - sans the organic berry delight popsicle.