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Goodbye For Now - Semi-Permanent Hiatus

Hi everyone, Ro here. So, it’s been freaking forever since I’ve been here, and I could go into how it’s Life kicking my ass, and how I really want to come back, but… That’s not really it.

I believe that, for now at least, my time in the TFRP Community is done.

I love the stories and ideas that are shared here, all the headcanons and people, but it’s so exhausting trying to keep up. I feel obligated to read most of the rps that cross my dash, especially if they’re by mutuals, and it eats up a lot of time. Time that I lose out on making my own stories, or reading non-rp stories, or spending time with friends, or even just relaxing with a game or a show.

I am not going to delete. I absolutely will not, I love all these stories and headcanons and art that have been collected on here. I’m also not giving up entirely on RP, but I would rather move it to a less stressful environment, one I can access basically anywhere. But I feel this is the right move for me now, at this time.

If we are mutuals, or we have a current RP going that you would like to continue or maybe revamp, you can message me on my Discord, Ro Bensel#8735. Just make sure to put your URL into your message so I know who you are. If you would like to see what I’m up to otherwise, my personal tumblr is @adalhied-prime, which I am on almost every day and would love to get messages on. I post mostly fandom stuff, and links to my fics when I complete new chapters or post new one-shots. If you just want the stories, I’m Rowena_Bensel at AO3/Rowena Bensel at FFN.

Thank you all for being a wonderful community, I’ve had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun with you all here, and maybe someday I’ll come back and we can have some more.

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This applies here too guys, it's been a blast!

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⚕️: Waiting room

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“I agree. I would hate to keep you around such a stench.” Diagnose led her past Gleam, keeping himself between her and the actor.

“Are you just walking away, glitch? Or maybe you just wish to take that piece of shareware home.”

Diagnose froze for a second, then gently removed Ariana’s hands from his arm. He caught the eye of an usher standing nearby. “I apologize for what I’m about to do.”

Quick as a flash, he whirled around and clocked Gleam across the faceplates with a left hook. The actor flew back, almost crashing into another patron who luckily stepped back in time. Diagnose didn’t even pay him a second glance, simply taking Ariana’s arm again and nodding to the usher. “We will be on our way out now.” He led her out of the theater and onto the street.

Arianna glared at Gleam. Just as she was about to say something, Diagnose pulled away. She looked at him in confusion. She understood what he ment the moment his fist swung. Arianna giggled as she watched the jerk of a mech crash backwards.

She gladly took his arm again as they walked out. “That was awesome. And thank you for that.” She said. Once they where out of the building, Arianna hesitated before she gave Diagnose a quick peck on his cheek.

She smiled up at him. “Thank you for defending me.” Arianna felt herself begin to fall for the mech. She hoped there would be more dates in the future, she also wasn’t ready for this one to end.

Dan was a little surprised when she kissed his cheek, but smiled anyway. “You’re welcome, Arianna. I’m sorry we had to deal with that mech,” his tone indicated he was refraining from using a worse term, “but it was satisfying to clock him. I hope he hasn’t ruined the evening for us?” He honestly didn’t want the date to end either. He was having fun with Arianna.

#⚕️: (rp) waiting room; ariannafaebot #ariannafaebot #⚕️: rp feed (dan | diagnose)

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Your blog was hacked: what to do?

If you see weird pics of ladies with dubious links posted on your blog out of the blue, here’s a step by step way of stopping this and preventing it from happening again that I think might work.

Important : this only works if you can still access your blog!

Changing your password is important, but it won’t do you any good if your hacker still has an opened session on your blog and can still access it. So the first thing you wanna do is close your hacker’s session.

For that you need to go in your blog’s settings:

On the new page opened, scroll all the way down. There, you can see something called “Active Sessions“. The first and oldest one (”current session” in green) should be yours, the new one should be the hacker’s session. To close your hacker’s session, click the gray X next to it.

Now that their session is closed, they can’t access your blog anymore unless they enter the password again.

So don’t lose time, go all the way back up and change your password immediately. Make also sure your hacker didn’t change your email address.

Now you should be safe from your hacker. But it won’t prevent you from getting hacked again.

If you really want to be safe from hackers, you should turn on the “Two-factor authentification” option (on the same page).

It requires you to enter your phone number, which is a bummer. But if it’s turned on, everytime you wanna log on (so not if your session is already opened, but only if you log off and try to log on again), it will send a code on your phone that you’ll have to enter (in addition to having a password).

That way if someone tries to hack you again, even if they get your password right, they won’t be able to enter your blog without having that code.

There it is. I hope it will help some of you, since I see more and more people noticing blogs being hacked

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jorie graham, ‘san sepolcro’

[ID: “Inside, at the heart, is tragedy,” end ID]

#⚔️: put to rest what you thought of me (musings)#⚔️: waiting on the sidelines (queue)

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This isn’t how my story ends. You will not write my epilogue.

#⚔️: Only a crack in this castle of glass (Silvermaille)#🗡️: a sword tempered in war (thira | harvester)#⚕️: healers hands wash the blood away (dan | diagnose)#👸: Queue

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⚕️: Waiting room

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Diagnose had tensed up when Ariana had, and looked down on the mech who had spoken.

“Arianna, I assure you, it is nothing like that.” Gleam said as he approached, his tone honeyed and placating. “Our managers, they thought it would be good publicity if we bonded. With Satin - there’s nothing between us, honest.”

“There must be something, else a bond would not hold,” Diagnose said, his optic narrowing. “And that is a fairly permanent publicity stunt. You know the odds of a successful surgical bond split is point-zero-zero-five percent, and the number of medics who will even attempt such a procedure is very low.”

Gleam glared up at him. “And just who might you be?”

Arianna tightened her grip on Diagnose. “This is my date, Diagnose, who is also a medic. He’s more of a gentlemech than you can ever hope to be.” Arianna said. Her wings twitched. She couldn’t wait to get out of here and away from the gold mech.

“Besides, I’m not interested in you. Especially since you only seem to care about appearances.” Not only that, Arianna is looking for a mate who could possibly set her people free.

“Perhaps it’s time we left,” She said looking up at Diagnose. “The trash,” She glanced at Gleam, clearly meaning him. “Is smelling up the place.”

"I agree. I would hate to keep you around such a stench.” Diagnose led her past Gleam, keeping himself between her and the actor.

“Are you just walking away, glitch? Or maybe you just wish to take that piece of shareware home.”

Diagnose froze for a second, then gently removed Ariana’s hands from his arm. He caught the eye of an usher standing nearby. “I apologize for what I’m about to do.”

Quick as a flash, he whirled around and clocked Gleam across the faceplates with a left hook. The actor flew back, almost crashing into another patron who luckily stepped back in time. Diagnose didn’t even pay him a second glance, simply taking Ariana’s arm again and nodding to the usher. “We will be on our way out now.” He led her out of the theater and onto the street.

#ariannafaebot #⚕️: (rp) waiting room; ariannafaebot #⚕️: rp feed (dan | diagnose)

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Fictober 19-8: “I can’t come back.”

@fictober-event // Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: T Fandom: Dragon Age, Characters: Analei Amell (OFC), Revka Amell, Orana (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Mikoto Hawke (OFC), Mother Dorathea | Divine Justinia V Ships: Analei Amell/Leliana Additional Tags: Secret Wedding, Revka Amell is an Awesome Mom, Analei has the best siblings and maid, Happy Lesbian Day!,

For two weeks, Analei was a ghost in her own home. Aside from meals and one trip to the library to collect books (where she was deliberately kept away from the magic tomes), she was locked in her room. She tried small rebellion, keeping her curtains closed for all the day and refusing baths when her maid (not Orana, her elven confidante sent by her Hawke cousins, she had been given to Adria) prepared to draw them. She read or embroidered by the light of one candle, only to stave off the madness of boredom, and took no care of cosmetics or hygiene except to brush her hair, purely because she herself could not stand snarls. As such, when she came for meals, she was sallow and greasy, and while she did nothing to exert herself, she naturally began to smell. She said not a word at meals, even with her dear mother Revka or beloved siblings, and only ate enough that she knew she would not faint. It worked for a week, then Aristide send Rickon and Rodrick with the maid and gave her the choice of either coming clean or being barred from meals entirely. So she bathed, but kept to the dark.

She was allowed visitors, but for those two weeks, she only had two; Jakob and Lianne. The twins came together on the first day of her imprisonment and apologized profusely for their roles in Aristide finding out, and Analei forgave them immediately, for it was not either of their faults. Lianne brought back word that Aristide was speaking with the de Launcets to push Analei and Emile’s wedding to the end of the month, with the suggestion of a long honeymoon at one of their inland estates. Jakob admitted he had ridden to the clearing and gave Leliana a warning, so by the time Eddard and his hunters got there, Leliana was no where to be found, with her belongings missing. Analei worried Aristide would know of his ride, but he assured her no one was any the wiser of his leaving, for Mattias and Johann claimed he had been drinking with them in the cellar, and he used a horse of one of his other friends who owed him quite the debt.

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Fictober 19-7: “No, and that is final.”

@fictober-event // Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: T Fandom: Dragon Age, Characters: Analei Amell (OFC), Aristide Amell, Ships: Analei Amell/Leliana (mentioned) Additional Tags: Secret Relationship Discovered, Disapproving Relatives, Aristide Amell is a Dick,

It was never a good thing to be called to Great-Uncle Aristide’s office. At least, it never was when Rodrick was sent to collect you. It was a system, Rickon was sent if Great-Uncle had good news or was in a good mood, Rodrick if it was bad. The brothers were identical twins, so those outside the estate had no idea of this little cue, but the family and long term servants had learned the subtle differences between the pair.

So, when Rodrick entered the library and told Analei to follow, to say she was nervous was an understatement. Entering, she found not only Aristide, but her grandfather Fausten, standing by the fireplace while her uncle worked at the desk. This did not bode well, but she kept those thoughts to herself and off her face.

“You wished to see me, Uncle?”

Aristide looked up from his papers and nodded. He had the Amell’s traditional blue eyes, a trait that had missed her, and while his hairline was receding, it still had more pepper than salt to it. Her own grandfather was similar, but the affair of Uncle Damion’s near imprisonment and later claiming during the Tribute Festival had left his hair all salt.

“Yes,” Aristide said, signing his signature on a document and setting his quill in it’s holder. “Have a seat please, Analei.”

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Fictober 19-5: “I might just kiss you.”

@fictober-event // Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: G Fandom: Dragon Age, Characters: Leliana (Dragon Age), Analei Amell (OFC) Ships: Leliana/Analei Amell Additional Tags: First Kiss, siren!Leliana, Yes there is a type of siren with wings look up Minority Monsters,

“Leli! Are you here?”

Leliana smiled to herself up in her perch in on a branch that crossed right by the window of her treehouse. She would recognize that voice anywhere. She pushed herself to her feet and looked down, spying the brunette woman standing at the base of the tree. She was looking up and around, but Leliana was hidden well enough she didn’t see her. Just perfect.

With the skill of long practice, Leliana moved silently in the branches of the tree, until she was just above and behind the woman in the pink dress. She counted to three, then jumped, her brown and lavender wings spreading behind her to slow her fall. She wrapped her arms and wings around the woman as she landed on her, startling a scream as they fell to the ground and rolled together down the small hill of the clearing. Grass and a few flowers were squashed, but the only effects to the two women when they finally stopped, a few feet away from the brook that babbled at the edge of the woods, Leliana hovering over the brunette, was breathlessness and a few grass stains on their dresses.

Leliana smiled down at the brunette. “Hello Analei.”

Analei’s face flushed bright red and she pushed Leliana off her, the siren rolling to the side and spreading her wings on the ground. “Why must you do that every time I show up?”

“Because you make such the cutest sounds when I surprise you.” Leliana reached over to poke her, but Analei batted her hand aside.

“There are other ways you can get sounds out of me, you know.”

“How forward of you, Analei,” Leliana teased. “Shall we do it here, in the open?”

“Leli!” Analei swatted at the siren who just laughed. Once they calmed down, they lay on the grass a while longer, and Leliana found herself breathless in a different way. Her blue eyes were locked with Analei’s pale green, and she felt she could stay like that forever.

But all too soon, Analei sat up and pushed herself to her feet. “I wanted to collect some angel’s arbor, and I got a new shawl pattern I wanted to show you.” She went back up the hill and collected the basket and bag she had set down before she’d called out, knowing Leliana would pounce her like she did.

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Fictober 19-2: “Just follow me, I know the area.”

@fictober-event // Set in a Fantasy AU where most if not all fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: G Fandom: Transformers (Bayverse) Characters: Alison Witwicky (OFC), Bumblebee, Additional Tags: raiju!Bumblebee, First Meeting, Rescue Friendship, Google Translate Latin as Fantasy Cybertronian

Alison would not jump. Or scream. Or attract any attention to herself.

Okay, she could admit it was really dumb to just case after the little sprite that had appeared at the edge of the clearing, but she was also blaming Miss Dorothea. If she had been paying attention, she wouldn’t have wandered off.

Well, there was no helping it, she was lost. In a forest populated by creatures. Ones who liked to eat little girls. And on top of that, it looked like it was gonna rain.

No, it’ll be just fine. The elves don’t live that far from town, and they patrol. If she just finds herself a little hollow to hide in until they find her, she’ll be fine. She even had a sharp rock to use for a knife if need be.

This was the brave front she kept up as she walked towards what she thought was a elven trail. And there, a hollow in that tree. Just the perfect size for a little girl… or an arachne’s trap.

She picked up a large rock and threw it as hard as she could into the hollow. And nothing happened. No web trap dropped down, no trapdoor opened. It was as safe as she was gonna get.

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Fictober 19-4: “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

@fictober-event // Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: T Fandom: Star Wars, Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Arista Amara (OFC), Oren Revik (OMC), Additional Tags: Magical blood powerups, Mentions of Merrill (Dragon Age), Sequel to Day 3, elf!Ahsoka, dragon!Oren, Oren is a bit of an ass, Ahsoka is a proto-tsundare,

When Ahsoka woke, she saw a tent canopy above her head. One she knew well, after staring at it every night for the last two weeks.

She tried to push herself up, but a soft hand on her chest stopped her. “Slowly,” Arista said. “You’ve been out for a whole day. Here.” She grabbed a bedroll and tucked it behind Ahsoka as she pushed herself into a half sitting position. Arista helped her sip a cup of water, and then about half a bowl of broth before she let Ahsoka push her arm away.

“Merida and Tamlen, are they?…”

“Nearly die and your first question is about others.” Arista shook her head, first fondly, then sadly. “We’ve seen no trace of them. Merrill’s set wards around the mirror, so no one else can touch it. And she tuned it to their possessions, so if they show up, they should be able to get out without any more of those monsters following them.”

Ahsoka nodded. “Good.” She looked down at herself and saw she was in one of her training tunics, and she could see bandages wrapped around her chest through the opening of the collar. She remembered the arrow, and the horde on their heels, and then fire, then black.

“How did we escape?”

Arista’s cheeks actually pinked a little. “First, you have to promise not to aggravate your injury by going after him.”

Ahsoka raised a brow. “Him?” She thought she remembered a man, but it could have been a hallucination, right?

“Promise first.” Arista raised a brow back, and adopted her “I am your healer and you will do what I say” face. Much like her “I really really really want to do this thing please” face, Ahsoka couldn’t go against it.

“Alright, I promise not to aggravate my injury. Who was it.”

Arista took a deep breath. “His name is Oren Revik. He was the dragon who spied on us a few months ago.”

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Fictober 19-3: “Now? Now you listen to me?”

@fictober-event // Set in a Multi-fandom Fantasy AU where most if not all kinds of fantasy creatures exist alongside humans, though the two cultures stay fairly separate, with many humans being afraid or prejudice against creatures.

Rating: T Fandom: Star Wars, Dragon Age Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Arista Amara (OFC), Oren Revik (OMC), Merrill (Dragon Age), Kato Shinin (OMC), Merida Mahariel (OFC), Tamlen (Dragon Age), Minaeve (Dragon Age), Additional Tags: elf!Ahsoka, dragon!Oren, Temple exploration, Don’t Touch The Magic Mirror!, the monsters are basically the ra’zac from eragon acting like the darkspawn of Dragon Age, Three guesses who the statues are of and the first two don’t count.

She’d known something bad was going to happen. It had been gnawing at her gut since she was asked to lead the expedition. Merrill and Ashalle had been studying an old elven text and found reference to a temple. Merrill managed to use the context clues and some other old records and figured out the location and asked to go find it. The elders discussed and finally agreed to allow it, and asked Ahsoka, as one of the clan’s best hunters, to lead the party.

She told Arista of the trip, just so she wouldn’t worry about her absence. Instead, she insisted on accompanying them. She had a fairly good grasp of Old Elven from her studies, and did have some talent as a mage, so she could be a help. Ahsoka had argued, that the elders would never accept her help, and that it’d be dangerous, but when Arista wanted something, she knew just how to run right over Ahsoka about it.

So they set out, a party of seven: herself, Arista, Merrill, Merida, Tamlen, Kato, and Minaeve. Three mage scholars and four warriors. Considering the ruins were rather close to the Primian Kingdom border, that should have been more than enough to handle anything.

The journey there took a week, and they found the ruins nestled up against a mountain, distinctly elven and covered in growth. They spent another looking through the first few chambers of the place, the ones accessible from the front door without need of another ritual like they had used to open it. Notes were taken, a few items collected, and catalogued, and each one made the scholars more and more excited to see what lay beyond. So, the eighth day in the ruins, the mages gathered together and unlocked the door. The hall behind was most impressive, gold and marble being visible even under centuries of dust. Strangely though, there was nothing inside, except a large mirror, twice as tall as any of them, standing on a dias with two statues on either side, one a elven man with a wolf sitting at his feet, the other a dragon with a elven woman kneeling at its feet. It, unlike everything else, was also completely clear of dust.