Loksfjoer

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

What Ari said made sense, maybe there was a lot of pent-up anger inside her. Anger she had always kept down, but got unleashed with the shock of feeling Ari's connection disappear. Still, to blame and attack Dia, who had been with her for so long. He didn't understand it.
At least Dia was noticeably calmer now and he almost sighed in relief when she to participate in the conversation about Josh.
That was also something to keep in mind - what did Josh do and could they trust him? Could he help them escape or did he have his own agenda?
"I want to check on Ray," he said, "but I'm not sure if taking you two with me is the best thing to do," he said to Ari and Dia. "Her seeing Ari being okay will help, of course, but she's an unknown person to the staff and will probably be removed from the facility."

The guard had ignored Ray; he wouldn't let her out and he certainly wouldn't respond to the namecalling. That happened so often it didn't even bother him. He checked the time, the psychiatrist would probably come in about an hour, and then she could assess whether or not Ray could be released or not.

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

There wasn't anything Michael could do, except watch his girlfriend being in pain. He hated this helplessness, but he knew he was no match for the mighty Arceus. At least Soul knew what to do, and it seemed to work.

When Niccia was placed with him, Michael quickly moved to her side and touched her cheek. "Niccia? he asked her gently, when he suddenly noticed someone joined them. Raising his head, he noticed his uncle had joined them, who checked her heartbeat and any bodysigns that could give an indication about her health.
"Don't worry too much," he told his nephew. "She'll wake up. I just hope that blast knocked some sense into Arceus."

Harcu approached Arceus, dressed in a tight blue and black suit, his hair white as antlers. He was followed by an Alolan Ninetails. He walked past Soul and Sparty to see how Lecrero was doing.

Meanwhile, Nethan joined the others at the gate. "What are you trying to accomplish?" he said to Necrozoma. "Do you really think that everyone here can't stop you?"
More legendaries came to the gate; Netherlu and Tanter appeared alongside Nethan, Chifferi and Penalopy flew overhead, the Forces of Nature approached and so did three of the four Swords of Justice.
Their guardians were also closeby and seemed ready to strike.

The moment Luna attacked, Benny also used his Bug Buzz, unleashing purple soundwaves from his vibrating antennae. Bear got up from the ground, glaring at Necrozoma as he dusted off his fur.

Treasure - writing and art contest

If you came here for the art contest, please follow this link: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/186274-tdac-5-treasure-theme-and-discussion/ooc

If you came here for the writing contest, please follow this link: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/186273-rpgc-33-treasure-prompt-and-discussion/ooc

Since this months RPGC and TDAC run simultaneously, anyone who enters both will have a chance of having both their art and story displayed.

If an artist wins the art contest, their story will be added to their art in the Museum (if the art fits the story), even if they didn't win the writing contest.
If a writer wins the writing contest, their art will be shown alongside their story in the Trophy Case (if the art fits the story), even if they didn't win the art contest.

The deadline for both contests is August 31th 9:00 CET

TDAC#5 - Treasure (theme and discussion)

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Welcome to the Traditional & Digital Art Contest #5

Treasure

People have their own reason to treasure something. For its wealth or beauty, or for the memory attached to it. What treasure will you be showing us?

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Core rules:

• At all times follow the Fundamental Rules of the Guild and the Moderation Policy for Forum Contests.
• The work of art you submit must be made by you and specifically for this contest.
• This is a place for original art, no fanart allowed.
• No pornographic images/images showing explicit nudity.
• No excessive gore.
• Don’t forget to subscribe to this thread. You will receive updates on the contest and on the number of entries, and reminders about the deadline here. I will not PM them.
• The winner of this contest will be honoured in our Museum

Contest rules:

• This contest is paired with the Writing Contest. If you enter both and win one, the two entries will be shown (if you would win this contest but not the writing contest, your story will be added alongside your art, if the art fits the story)
• You can use any form of art for this: crafts, photography, drawing/painting, jewellery-making, you name it.
• All entries must be submitted digitally, even the traditional ones. You can take a photograph of what you made and submit that.
• Please PM @Calle the entries and give it as title TDAC#5 - (Your Title).
• Your entry can be anonymous or carry your name. Let me know what you want in the PM. If you don't specify, your entry will be posted anonymously, but you may always claim your story during or after the voting round.
  Even for anonymous entries, the name of the artist will be added to the entry in the Museum.
• The deadline is August 31th, 9:00 CET, which is 7:00 server time (both times are in a.m.)

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Number of entries so far: 1

RPGC#33 - Treasure (prompt and discussion)

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RPGC #33 – Treasure

A treasure can be anything. It can be an important person or a valuable item. It can be a chest filled with gold and jewels, a pebble shaped like a heart that you found on the beach, or that box with the newspaper article that belonged to your grandfather.

What treasure will you be writing about, and what will happen?

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Core rules:

• At all times follow the Fundamental Rules of the Guild and the Moderation Policy for Forum Contests.
• After reading the above this should be obvious: No plagiarism and respect copyright laws.
• The story you submit must be written by you and specifically for this contest.
• This is a place for original fiction, no fanfiction allowed.
• No explicit sex, but you may fade to black.
• No excessive violence or gore.
• Don’t forget to subscribe to this thread. You will receive updates on the contest and on the number of entries, and reminders about the deadline here. I will not PM them.
• The winner of this contest will be honoured in our Trophy Case.

Contest rules:

• This contest is paired with the Art Contest. If you enter both and win one, the two entries will be shown (if you would win this contest but not the art contest, your art will be shown alongside your story, if it fits the story)
• There will be a minimum word count of 500 and a maximum of 5000
• Please PM @Calle the entries and give it as title RPGC#33 - (Your Title).
• Your entry can be anonymous or carry your name. Let me know what you want in the PM. If you don't specify, your entry will be posted anonymously, but you may always claim your story during or after the voting round.
  Even for anonymous entries, the name of the writer will be added to the entry in the Hall of Fame.
• The deadline is August 31th, 9:00 CET, which is 7:00 server time (both times are in a.m.)

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Number of entries so far: 1

Microfiction and Poetry Contest Hall of Fame

MF&P #6 - Colours

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Despair

Black, like his pupils. They were dark and pierced through me. It didn’t matter what color his eyes were. It was the undiscovered universe behind them. It was the mysterious darkness that looked at me. It was like the color of this room. Completely and utterly pitch black.

I opened my eyes and studied the shadows of the silence. All I saw was black, like a void, trying to swallow me. My sheets were reassurance that I was still alive, still breathing, still lying in the stiff, sanitized bed in a hospital room.

Father Sergius is scheduled to visit me today. He will arrive with his black cassock and black briefcase and his black shoes. He will open his briefcase and pull out his cross and a few other holy things. He will caress his black prayer rope with his fingers. He will ask what is on my mind, what is ailing me.

What will I say? It’s all around me. It caresses my skin, yet I cannot feel it. It holds me tight but never touches me. It folds me into the very heart of my sin. It leaves me empty and cold. Yet, no matter how close I am to the darkness, it never leads me to him.

All I have are memories of him. I can watch them. I can hear them. I can replay them over and over. They are a part of me, and yet I am not a part of them.

How can I keep searching in the darkness for his mysterious universe? No matter how close I get to the darkness, it will never be close enough to see him again. However, I must not lose hope, Father Sergius, even if it kills me.

by @chrysocoma

MFP#6 - colours (voting & feedback)

That concluded our voting period.

The winner is: Despair.

I will add that entry to our Hall of Fame later today and a new contest will launch on August 1st.

Thank you to everyone who submitted an entry and took the time to vote!

MFP#6 - colours (voting & feedback)

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Welcome to the Voting and Feedback round for MFP#6!

Voting and Feedback guidelines

• Please take your time to read through all the entries before voting for your favourite work. The reasons you base your vote on are up to you, as long the vote isn’t based on whether or not you like the author.
  It would be nice if you could share why you voted for a specific work.
• Giving feedback is optional but highly encouraged. When giving feedback you should be respectful and constructive. It’s good to point out any flaws or the things you feel could be improved or why you didn't like something, but don’t be mean.
  Make sure to point out what you liked or what appreciated in the entry too.
• Contestants may (and are encouraged to) vote and/or give feedback for the other entries but shouldn’t vote for their own entry. If contestants wish to withhold a vote and only give feedback, that is good too.
• The entries are anonymous unless the writer asked for having their name added. That being said, writers may claim their work at any time during or after the voting period.
• The entry with the most votes will win, but in case of a tie a Contest Mod will cast the tie-breaker vote.
• You can vote for entries and post your feedback in this thread, but if you rather have your vote and/or feedback be anonymous you can PM it to @Calle.
• The voting period deadline is July 29th, 9:00 CET, which is 7:00 server time (both times are in a.m.).

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The Entries

Classy

Tiedye coloring aught to be warm colors for those who don't know.

Peach, pink, orange, yellow, red, and green I think.

By @Sebastian D

Despair

Despair

Black, like his pupils. They were dark and pierced through me. It didn’t matter what color his eyes were. It was the undiscovered universe behind them. It was the mysterious darkness that looked at me. It was like the color of this room. Completely and utterly pitch black.

I opened my eyes and studied the shadows of the silence. All I saw was black, like a void, trying to swallow me. My sheets were reassurance that I was still alive, still breathing, still lying in the stiff, sanitized bed in a hospital room.

Father Sergius is scheduled to visit me today. He will arrive with his black cassock and black briefcase and his black shoes. He will open his briefcase and pull out his cross and a few other holy things. He will caress his black prayer rope with his fingers. He will ask what is on my mind, what is ailing me.

What will I say? It’s all around me. It caresses my skin, yet I cannot feel it. It holds me tight but never touches me. It folds me into the very heart of my sin. It leaves me empty and cold. Yet, no matter how close I am to the darkness, it never leads me to him.

All I have are memories of him. I can watch them. I can hear them. I can replay them over and over. They are a part of me, and yet I am not a part of them.

How can I keep searching in the darkness for his mysterious universe? No matter how close I get to the darkness, it will never be close enough to see him again. However, I must not lose hope, Father Sergius, even if it kills me.

a world of colour

Green grass breaks through white snow,
A red fire with an orange glow,
Color, Colors are everywhere.

Yellow lightning strikes on brown fields,
A frozen blue river, Dark fish beneath concealed,
Color, Colors are everywhere.

Purple and pink flowers grow,
On black earth, with thing below,
Color, Colors are everywhere,
Shining, Twinkling through the air

By @Kale19

MFP#6 - colours (prompt and discussion)

This contest is now closed for new entries.

The voting and feedback thread will be created today.

MFP#6 - colours (prompt and discussion)

3 days before the deadline and 2 entries so far.