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19 days ago
Current First writing contest after my hiatus went well. Now to start planning the next. Keep an eye on the sidebar!
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3 mos ago
*blinks* how long did I sleep?
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12 mos ago
Away from home until the end of July.
2 yrs ago
Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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2 yrs ago
Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 12-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing.

I've been writing and roleplaying in Dutch and English since 2002. I joined the RolePlayer Guild in 2014 and since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

There are times I don't have much creative energy and will be silent for a while, but in the very least I will try to keep the writing contests going.

If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. Genuinly, I sometimes need reminders that you are waiting for a reply. I don't ghost on purpose, I promise. Time is just a weird thing sometimes, and if something happened 3 days ago, 3 weeks ago or 3 months ago can feel pretty much the same and I often don't realize how much time passed since my last reply. And if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab there is a good chance I might forget I was supposed to reply because I lost the visual reminder T_T

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Michael looked at the unusual Pokémon and shook his head. "I'm fine, don't worry about it."
He wasn't sure how to respond to the remark he smelled like Mew. That was possible, as they had been travelling together, but he hadn't been aware her smell had rubbed off on him.
When Saveri spoke he noticed the Pokémon moved behind his legs, something his Cyndaquil often did when he felt uneasy or scared. "Don't worry, little one. We're among friends here. This is Saveri, or Celebi if you know that name."

"Race you there," Bear said as he started running towards Groudon. Finally something to do. There should have been some kind of tournament from the beginning. Andy's parties were always boring like this too, just humans talking to each other. Apparantly legendary Pokémon weren't much better.
He looked around to see if the Croagunk was still behind him, where she should be.

"Yes," Lytse said. "I would like that." He looked towards Michael for a moment and saw he was socializing with a new Pokémon. That was okay, it had been just the two of them for years, but his team had grown fast ever since he had met Niccia. He still had to get used to the idea of not beeing needed anymore.
"Which one first?" Lytse asked.

Nethan nodded as he led the way to the drinks. "Sure. Talk to me. I can't promise I can help you, but maybe it'll be enough if you can voice your concers. And if I have advice I'll give it."
He grabbed two drinks for them and walked away from the table again so they could talk more privately.

"No bad jokes yet," Mindy assured the legendary Rayquaza. "But I think I caught him off-guard. He told me he hadn't met any humans yet and after that, he's been very kind by showing me around and introducing me to others."
She smiled at Xapher when she said that.

"I like purple too," Ilios agreed and chuckled when the ladies were discussing who could have planned this party. He noticed the flash visit of the Noctowl who spoke in riddles, but at least Andy seemed to know what he was talking about. He couldn't recall having heard about a rainbow cyndaquil before, but if it had something to do with rainbows and it was a Johto native, it was possible Ho-oh knew something about it.

Andy grinned at the mention of Dialla, while she definitely wasn't kind to him he enjoyed the talks he had with her so far. While it was good people could get along, he liked to have a bit of conflict every now and then, and Dialla provided that for him.
He did make a mental note of talking with Ho-oh, but there was no rush. This party wouldn't be over soon.
And we've got out first entry for this contest.
two days left before the deadline. If you have written something, now is the time for a read-through and edit round before submitting it.
One more week people!
The nurse at the cart smiled as a mother would to her child. "Here you go, dear," she said as she put it on the table for her. "Enjoy the meal with your friends. Will you be helping us out again today?"

Benjamin looked from the nurse to Sara; surely she heard it too, the nurse didn't think of her as a member of the staff, but a patient who was allowed to help out. At least, that was his take in her words and the tone of her voice.
But he didn't have long to wonder about that; suddenly Ray snapped and went for Dia. Immediately Benjamin jumped up and grabbed Ray's arm.
"What the hell, Ray! What's wrong with you?"

Benjamin wasn't the only one who had reacted; two male nurses rushed to the scene to save a fellow nurse from an aggressive patient.
"I have high powered normal guns at my disposal," Mitch assured him as he looked over the elemental gun a second time. At least Dante seemed to know what he was talking about, and he was highly disappointed in what Lydral considered a good gun and his lack of understanding of the weapon. "But I would like to use this one," he added. "If you'll let me."

He too heard the movement upstairs, but he figured it was Duncan. Also because Dante didn't react to it.




The agent nodded and entered the elevator. He gave the boy the keypass and showed him the buttons for the 4th and the 5th floor - the only floors he was allowed to enter.
On the 4th floor he showed the boy his room.
"They are serving chocolate cake in the recreation area on the 5th," he informed the boy.

Meanwhile, on the 5th floor, Lily entered with a big pre-sliced chocolate cake in her hands. "Hello my darlings~" she greeted them. "Gaia hasn't come yet? Doesn't matter. Look what I brought! It smells absolutely divine - the cook has outdone himself."
She put it on the table and opened a cupboard with carton plates in it.




Ethan listened to the agents who were with him when he suddenly heard Gaia. He looked around but didn't see her. Then he realised he hadn't heard her voice, but her thoughts. But how was he supposed to answer the question? He was no fucking telepath. But... he could at least give it a try.
'Yeah, I am,' he thought, doing his best to think it to Gaia, but he had no idea if it worked.




It was strange to just go to the movies when friends were prisoners, another friend was getting ready to hunt down vampires, and other friends planning on doing a dangerous mission. Mike glanced at Benjamin and voiced his thoughts. Benjamin nodded and admitted he felt the same, but since they couldn't do anything to help any of them, they might as well try to enjoy themselves.

With the popcorn they went into the room that would show their movie and picked their seats. Unbeknownst to them, an agent of the agency entered the same room and took a seat in the row behind them. He munched on some popcorn, but kept an eye on them.

"... I think..." Benjamin began slowly, trying to decide how to bring it gently, "it's considered inappropriate for a staff member to eat with the patients." He paused when one of the nurses came to the table with the cart of tea, coffee and porridge.
He was getting more and more convinced they had led Sara to believe she was a full member of the staff, when she in reality was considered a patient who was allowed to take on some extra work and assist the staff. But was it really his place to tell Sara if she thought she was part of the staff?

The nurse smiled at Sara. "would you like something warm from the cart, dear?" she asked her.
Michael stood still as he was being circled by Doral. Fashionable? It wasn't a word he'd use to describe himself, but he wouldn't disagree with it. Maybe he had a decent taste of fashion? Suddenly something slammed into the back of his knees; his knees buckled and he fell forward.
Sitting on his hands and knees, Michael looked back to see what had happened when he noticed a Pokémon. He got up and brushed off his hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked.

Bear looked at Bia as she mentioned he might find a sparring partner. When the Croagunk appeared he jumped up. "You! Let's battle!"
Merlin rolled his head and then shook it.

"H-H-Ho-oh?" Lytse squeaked as he cowered. "Talk to Ho-oh himself. N-no thanks..." He did not feel ready to talk to a legendary Pokémon. Maybe if Michael was with him. Or maybe he could get Andy to do it.
Merlin tilted his head at the cowering Cyndaquil. "I'll remind him," he said and he flew away.

"I understand," Nethan said, nodding slowly. "Being stuck in a cave all day isn't exciting, and having no choice in the matter would frustrate me too. But Arceus knows what he is doing, I'm sure of that." He gave him a small pat on the shoulder. "Let's get something to drink, don't be a loner at this party."

"A pleasure," Mindy said. "I'm Mindy, human. You probably saw plenty of my kind in your life." She laughed a little, moving to grab a drink from the table. This was awesome, and Storm seemed nice. They were all nice so far and she felt welcome here, amongs all these humna-looking legendaries.

Andy chuckled. "I have no doubt you would have made this party even more special."
"Blue ones, of course," Ilios said as he joined them. "This party doesn't have enough blue decorations."
"Blue is a beautiful colour," Andy agreed, winking at Frosiien.

Merlin joined them as well and nodded a polite greeting to the three legendary Pokémon in human form. "Remember that theory you formed about Ho-oh and the Rainbow Cyndaquil?" he asked, but he flew away before Andy could comment on that. All he had wanted to do was to plant the seed and maybe he'd ask Ho-oh and maybe he wouldn't.
"I'm not convinced they work," Benjamin admitted, although he appreciated the thought. "Especially when they are made by people who don't know how they are supposed to work. If it's made by someone with spiritual knowledge they mightwork, but I couldn't create one even if I knew the technique of making one."

He looked up when he noticed Sara entered the mess hall. For the first time since he had met her, she looked more like a patient than a staff-member. And judging by the whispers and glances of some of the nurses, they too saw her as a patient who was allowed to help out the staff.

Benjamin returned the wave and beckoned her to join them. While he was done eating, she might appreciate some company while she had her breakfast.
Two weeks until the deadline!
No entries yet, and for those who haven't started and wonder if there is enough time: there is. There was a contest in which everyone wrote stories in just 12 days for every round of the contest.
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