#wildstatebingo3

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The heavy rain coupled with the darkness of the night made driving home a task Adriel dreaded. The winding roads surrounded by forest on either side were already a rough journey to navigate. She made the trip up to her friend’s house every weekend, but that night the road seemed unfamiliar and threatening. The only thought on the girl’s mind was to make it home as soon as she could so she could be out of the dreary weather, and thus her hurried frame of mind if what caused her to notice the headlights of the oncoming car only after it was too late.

There was a bend in the road, and after having been the only car driving down the path for the last half hour, Adriel made the mistake of becoming too comfortable behind the wheel. Her car had drifted into the other lane when she made a tight turn, and the blaring horn and blinding headlights of the opposite car caused her to spin the wheel too hard.

Walking quickly up to them, she stepped on their right hand until they let go of their wand. She picked it up and snapped it. Their expression made her laugh. They looked angry, sad, frightened, vengeful. But really, what could they do? Unless they were skilled at wandless, non-verbal magic. But the boy laying beneath her was most likely a Hufflepuff. Horrible of her, really, to take such an easy opponent. But war was war.

She aimed her wand at them “Crucio,” she whispered, watching the moment the curse hit them and they began to wither in pain, fighting back a scream. Well that wouldn’t do, would it? “Crucio,” she barked. The word rang out, louder and angrier, she wanted to hear him scream. And even with all the background noise, he finally did, and she heard and she grinned. Aryana stopped the spell and kicked at his side. “That was fun, yea. We should do it again sometime.”

The witch turned to leave, paused, and looked at her fallen opponent, small tremors running through his body. Aftershocks.  “Avada Kedavra,” she said, the wrist movement coming naturally to her. The green light hit him in the chest and he stopped moving. He wasn’t all that much fun to play with. He was too easily broken.  She repositioned her silver mask and made her way back to the battlefield.

Ary blocked and sent out a few curses before catching someone from the other side going for her fellow Death Eater. Her ally had their back turned. Defender of the Light? Weren’t they supposed to fight fair? “Petrificus Totalus,” she yelled out, watching as their body hit the ground. She ran to the familiar looking mask, purposefully stepping on the girl’s still body. Aryana put her back to the Death Eater’s so both of them had their backs covered. “Cora, fancy meeting you here,” she joked before sending out a blasting curse.

Turning over he stared at the woman lying next to him. God, she was beautiful. In sleep, she looked like an angel. Her curls were spread out on her pillow, some gently covering her face, her lips were slightly parted, and best of all, she was snoring. He had to be the luckiest man alive, because this goddess was his wife. 

Adrian picked up one of her curls and caressed her cheek with the tip of it. He watched as she shifted slightly, and smiled. He did it again, this time trying to tickle her nose. That earned him a swat on the arm. “Don’t do that,” she mumbled out. Instead of answering, he let go of her hair and leaned in to kiss first her lips then her neck. 

“Lissa, you’re going to make us late for classes. And may I remind you, it’s your fault we’re even taking them,” he softly bit into her skin before pulling away. “We could have stayed in bed... All day, and do what married people do,” he wiggled his brows at her and she laughed, her magical little laugh. He would probably kill for her if she asked. His wife shook her head and began to get up. “Hurry up Mrs. Belluci... Unless you want me to join you,” he playfully smacked her behind. Unfortunately for him, the answer was no, so now he would just have to wait his turn.

***

They were not late for their first class and they even got perfect seats right in the middle of the classroom. Adrian wasn’t in the class for the same reason Bellissa was. She was there because she wanted an education. He was there because he had time to kill. Plus, call him clingy, but he would follow her anywhere.

Class was about to start and he couldn’t help but stare at Lissa, she was setting up her desk, had a notebook, laptop, pens, pencils... She looked like a nerd. He was just about to tell her this when he heard someone clear their throat. He faced forward and simply stared at the professor. And stared. And stared.

Because by simply looking at this man, bursts of... color? began to appear. The wall was no longer a light shade of grey, it was white. Quickly, he turned to look out the window and began to see more of these strange colors. He looked over at his wife. She was even more beautiful in color. Sparkling green eyes, hair a fair blonde, and rosy pink lips. But turning back to the professor... Was he ever even in love with Bellissa? 

Adrian realized that while he would kill for his wife, not only would he kill for this man, but he would die for him too. He didn’t even know the professor, didn’t even know his name but he was entranced by every one of his movements. Whatever spell he was under, he didn’t want to be released. 

Had he noticed Adrian yet? Would he be the only one affected by this? Oh God, let this man feel it too. And then the professor looked up, and Adrian didn’t have to worry. 

TASK #4 March Madness Bingo

March Madness Bingo is themed off of Alternative Universe! You can choose to write these prompts out as solos (self-paras), partnered paras, or even group paras! The sky really is the limit!

*Sounds fun, how does it work exactly? You can write self-paras or work with others off of a thread built just for your chosen theme/space off the bingo board. Lone-starters (those placed under the wildstatestarter tag) will not count. Members should have at least 6+ notes (back and forth replies with the partner) on these paras–or better yet complete them–to officially check off a bingo square.

Pro Tip: If you are looking for a partner to write with, try directly sending an ask or IM to a player that has caught your attention before! We’re all friendly folks here at Wild State and at times asking in the OOC Chat can be an intimidating affair. Don’t wait for someone else to act, reach out and touch faith make a friend!

So, AU, how far are we allowed to take that? The sky is your limit! Take each prompt in any direction you care to. For example, the Fashion AU could be about a photographer, model, fashionista, shopping assistant, even a retail worker or fashion student. Take it next level; fashion week or competitive pageant, magazine editorial or award show. Next level? Devil Wears Prada inspired drabble or para! Get a partner in your mix? All of these avenues can lead to endless possibilities, yo!

How will it count? Be sure to make a note either in the post or in the tags as to which Bingo space each thread counts toward. Once you have completed a line of solos/threads (*after meeting requirements) submit your list to the main with links to each successful writing task! (See example here)

What happens when I get Bingo?

We have come up with three prizes for you to choose from:

An Interaction Ticket. This ticket can be used to request a thread, drabble, para, etc from another member of your choice in the roleplay. It can be an au situation or something dramatic as long as both muns agree on the outcome (we don’t want anyone to kill someones else’s character without agreement or any forced upon pregnancies/marriages)

A lovely drawing of one or two Wild State original characters from Mod Blue! Waist up, with color  (x)

or, An aesthetic graphic for your Wild State original character(s) from our lovely member Julie!

Do I have to use the same character to get a Bingo? Nope! You can use one character or all of them if you want to finish a bingo!

When does this task end?

March 31, 2017

Adriel tried not to think about the miserable face of her father as he pleaded for her not to take his place in the gloomy castle, and how her heart panged with sadness when he was escorted out and the sound of his voice faded with every passing second. What other choice did she have? The cell he was thrown into was cold and unforgiving, and his old age would not have given him much chance against the harsh conditions with winter just around the corner.

The girl sat in the bedroom – which, to her surprise, was where she would be spending her life sentence – and thought back on how the beast had treated her. He was well-mannered for someone who’s appearance almost gave Adriel a heart attack. His wolfish figure terrified her, especially the fangs that protruded from his long snout. Yet, he was polite in offering her a room to stay in rather than a freezing cell, and even invited her to dinner.

“Sorry to interrupt your pondering, but you should get ready for dinner soon,” A voice called out from inside the room. Startled, Adriel stood up from the chair she had been sitting in and her eyes bounced around the room.

“Who said that?” She said after not being able to find a human source.

“Over here, darling!” To Adriel’s amazement, the wardrobe across the room was speaking to her. Out of curiosity, Adriel stepped further to investigate the furniture. “Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers. Here we are… Ah! There, you'll look ravishing in this one!”

The wardrobe’s doors had opened and a pink dress was pulled out to be displayed in front of the girl. Adriel chuckled at the scene, but placed the dress back inside the wardrobe. “That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner.”

At that moment, a walking clock came in through the bedroom door and bowed to Adriel. “Ahem, ahem, ahem. Dinner...is served.”

Adriel, both astonished and overwhelmed that more furniture seemed to be talking, walked straight past the clock and into a corridor, hoping to get her mind off the whole debacle. Once she had put enough distance between herself and the bedroom, she turned down another hallway and found an unlocked door. She quickly turned the knob and went inside.

The summer season meant a shortage of customers for an underground tattoo shop. As most of her customers were part of different yakuza - Akumi made deals with whoever walked in her door because money was money after all - there was a shortage of crime in the summer months due to all the festivals celebrated throughout Japan. Even gangsters had families to go home to...

Nothing, nothing was more exhilarating than the rush of nerves on opening night. The bonding circle of cast members, the murmur of the audience just beyond the closed curtains, and the jitters every actor experienced no matter how many long, tiring rehearsals they’d been through contributed to the huge catharsis of putting on a performance.