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4 days ago
Current Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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2 mos ago
Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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2 mos ago
Back from vacation, taking my time to roll back into roleplays and contests.
2 mos ago
Vacation for a week, I'm off to Finland!
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3 mos ago
Note to self: reply to RPs
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.

I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.

When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.

If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T

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I'll go over 50k with my story as well and I plan to keep going until the story reaches a good point to wrap things up, or when I run out of ideas to go further with it.

Last time I ended with 63k words for my story, so you don't have to stop at 50k if you have more to tell. But the good thing is that you reached the goal and you are a winner, so if you want to take a day to read it from the beginning and then continue you have the time to do that. I re-read small parts of my novel during November too, usually from the beginning of the chapter I'm working on to get back into the story.

NaNoWriMo is about writing a novel, and to me it feels best if I can finish that novel during November. There is plenty of time to read what you wrote afterwards. And there is also a NaNoWriMo month dedicated to editing the novel: Now What?

Now What?
So you wrote a novel… now what? This January and February, we’re providing resources, events, and tips to help you on your revision and publishing journeys.

I know one thing for sure. The moment they reach the dwarves Trevor is going to find the nearest ale vendor and not care one bit about the young king trying his best diplomacy with the dwarven king.
Nine more days and NaNoWriMo is over. Who is still writing?
Marc waited until Sara was inside before he turned back to his car. What an evening. And tomorrow he would see her again. It was odd thinking about it, but he had known Sara for as long as he had worked at that place, but he hadn't really known her. And now that he did he actually looked forward to work with her again.

He got in his car to drive home.




It was true no-one had noticed her in the cafeteria, but he wasn't sure when exactly she had started to get some mass. At one point, with enough mass, people probably would be able to notice her. It was still odd to be grabbed by a spirit, but he nodded to her and went to the door.
"Dia, are you in here?" he asked as he knocked. Barging in really was impolite after all.
"They should be on their way right now," he said as he watched the tracker in Harriet's phone. "She moved to the right location." Suddenly the signal died. "But I can't track her any further. It's up to you now." He disconnected the call and checked to see if he had any messages. An agent reported he the van was on its way, another reported telling Harriet about Mike's involvement. Risky, but could pay off.
He sent an e-mail to some of the senior staff before leaving the room.




Rudrig listened to what Rose had to say, it stung she was so afraid but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Then her confession came, which Freya had also hinted about. Maybe now was not the time to tell her he wasn't interested in her love. He did like her, but as a friend.
"Rose, we've always worked together very well and I enjoyed the time we spent together. I won't let anyone kill you, okay? Because you are dear to me. I was told you weren't going to be harmed and I trust them. So hang in there, okay? I understand this isn't easy for you, but you'll be fine."

As he talked he sat down behind his laptop and frowned when he read it. "I'm going to relocate as well," he told her, "I just got the e-mail now. I'm being transferred to another base, but I will come to visit you as soon as I can, and that's a promise."




Mike picked up the gem and turned it over a few times. "This is one of those elemental gems. Why did Freya carry them?"
"Jesus..." Benjamin muttered when he checked his phone.
"What made you religious all of the sudden?" Ethan asked and he took the cellphone from Benjamin as he handed it to him. "Fuck... Right. You and Mike pack your things and get the hell out of here. I'm spending the night in the city with agents Morrison and Barrow anyway and we'll be hiding and sneaking around for the most part of it."
"I think..." Benjamin began as he texted the type of van and the numberplate they were taken away in to Duncan, "that we should reconsider working for these guys."
"I'm not going to become a boring ghost hunter if I can be a vampire hunter," Ethan said. "I don't care what you will do, but I'm staying."
Benjamin shrugged to that. "That's fine with me. Mike and I will hide in the city too and we'll decide in the morning what we can do. I still have that appointment with that succubus in the morning and..." he let out a defeated sigh. "We have no way to track that van."
"Well..." Mike began, "in a safe location I probably could..."
"That's not here," Ethan interjected. "Get to a hotel or something. And maybe see what Freya is up to. I'm going inside, see if I can find Morrison.

They decided that was the best thing they could do right now. With the gem in Mike's pocket they followed Freya to where the vans were parked. They would probably see her driving away soon if she was indeed leaving; they had talked for a bit after all, but they would take a car of their own.

10 days until the deadline for this art contest!
"I will definitely be here tomorrow," Marc said as he too got out of the car. Since she had replied with 'I would love that' to his question, he ignored her own idea of why he couldn't. Sure, he had to head home, but whether that would be now or in ten minutes made no difference.
He walked alongside her to the entrance of the building and used his card to open the door for her.
"Until tomorrow," he said to her. "And thank you for a nice date."




"I do," Benjamin said, who had no intention of hiding that. While he couldn't explain why he didn't try. People fell in love without pinpointing exactly why all the time. And he had fallen in love with a spirit, who just today got tangible. "Let's go."
As he walked to the door he glanced at Ari. "For me there is no difference in how I see you, do you think you're still invisible for others?"
"I instructed them not to," mr Johnson said. "But we'll see what happens when it comes to that. Is there any further purpose for this phonecall?"




Rudrig noticed his phone went off and he grabbed it. After looking at the name on the screen for a moment he pushed the button to accept the call.
"Yes Rose?" he said as he walked through his office, gathering some files and dropping them on his desk.
Why did she call him? And why did she still have a phone on her if she was being transported to that facility? Someone hadn't done their job, that was for sure.




The three friends stared at Harriet as she exited the building, barely paying attention to what Duncan said and talking about shadows.
"Guys," Benjamin said after she had jumped through the portal. "I love Steph, but I love Mike too. Let's not tell her he knew Steph was going to be taken away by agents."
"Good plan," Ethan muttered. "She looked possessed or something. What shadows was she talking about?"

They noticed Freya and dropped something. Mike walked to whatever had fallen, followed by Ethan and Benjamin, and examined it.

One of the agents outside looked up Harriets number and texted her: *Mike was involved in Steph's disappearance; he knew it was happening and stopped someone from coming to her aid. He is trained to hunt down Succubi*
He glanced to Mike and almost felt bad for the boy, but at this point he was collateral damage. The instruction were that Harriet had to be proven dangerous and overhearing Benjamin's team he had decided this was the best way.

Penalopy sat on top of the shrine, swaying gently from left to right as she sang. It was going to be a great day and what better way to start that by singing?

Andy was utterly unimpressed by Mitch's growl. "You can tell Arceus and I will listen to everything you have to say to me," Andy promised him. "But the only opinion I really care about is Frosiien's."
Would he stand up against Arceus if he had to? It probably was futile to do so, but he would.
He noticed his two flying Pokémon returning to him, probably to see what was taking them so long.
"It's really pretty in the forest," Benny said. "And tranquil, as if the world is at peace. The world is probably listening to Meloetta now."

"I think I do," Michael said as he turned his head slightly to listen more closely; he could definitely hear a melody in the wind. As he looked around he noticed the light. This was exciting; very few humans had ever seen this.
He also kept an eye on what was happening with his uncle and Mitch; the guardian was angry about what had happened.

Mindy fiddled a bit with her hair. "That's why it's a subject for an ethical debate. There is no one right answer, as our answers change depending on the variables." She gestured to Andy. "He loves those debates and will add variables to challenge a previously formed consensus. When we in class agreed that killing one was more ethical than three, he would suggest the one person is someone we know and that changed how we felt about it."
She stopped with her explanation as she looked around. "It's so pretty here. The forest wasn't always like this, was it?"
I'll reply somewhere in the afternoon or evening. My best time to write is now and I want to focus on my NaNoWriMo story first. Got 35k of the 50k done, but I still have a lot of story to tell.
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