If tumblr shuts down, an indie roleplayers network to find your rp partners elsewhere
So, I want us, as a community, to be prepared in case this site shuts down. Is it going to shut down? We don't know. The staff layoffs, according to people who have worked on tumblr previously, seem to indicate that something is happening with management, which could be them selling the site, or wanting to shut it down. (sources: x, x.)
Maybe (probably?) the site will continue to exist and the list never needs to be utilised. But at least I personally would feel a lot better about every "oh no tumblr will shut down" rumour if I knew I could find my rp partners elsewhere. I've long since made backup accounts on pillowfort (and cohost before they shut down), but currently the most viable options seem to be wafrn and goblin. @leneemusing has tested out wafrn here. I had no trouble with account creation on any of these sites.
I've made a form here, for any indie roleplayer to submit their tumblr username and a backup account link.
A .doc with the list is here.
Reblog to spread the word, send me an ask if you have questions, etc.
I don't have any rules for this - any indie roleplayer can have their information on the list. Some further thoughts under the readmore.
First of all, if you're early, I know you can tell who I am in the rpc by the urls that are on the list lol. I block a lot of people from my rp blogs (though not from my resource blog). If you've blocked me, or I've blocked you, you can still use the list. I'm not going to care! Similarly, it doesn't matter here, whether our roleplay rules match, what content your write and whether I agree with it, if you've had a callout posted about you, etc. I'm not going to look into any of that with the list, I'm only going to make sure the links you provide work. This is a list for people to find each other in the case of tumblr shutting down. I don't feel like it's my place to restrict who can be on that list.
Why not discord? I won't include discord handles because I think a part of the indie rpc relies on us being on a social site. How would we find people? Use memes or aesthetic posts? Discord servers are not public spaces the way tumblr is. If you want to host a similar list for people's discord handles, you can. You can copy and paste from my list/form to do it if you like, even.
If tumblr does shut down, and therefore this post no longer exists, I will probably make a discord server only for the purpose of maintaining the list, though. It would not be a server for socialising - I don't have the spoons to admin that, and those already exist.
You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling.
Sympathy dampened Anne’s features. “I’m sorry to hear it,” she said.
How awful… she couldn’t imagine life without her mother.
She took notice of Gretel’s apparently increasing anxiety, and the dark-haired girl tilted her head.
“Are you alright?”
"What, me? Oh, I'm fine!" Gretel smiled, however convincingly. "I just haven't had the chance to talk to anyone outside of my family for a real long time. The only time I've talked to anyone else is when father's trying to get me familiar with our patrons..."
Gretel paused to take a deep breath.
"So, it's just really nice to chat with anyone my own age.. especially to another girl. My father keeps coming back with strange stories from town, and I can't help but feel a little nervous out here. Sorry if I come off as a bit high-strung."
"Oh, hum..." Gretel thought for a moment. "I live down a path, deep in the woods. It's a few miles down, actually... It's a long walk, we only come into town once or twice a week. Well, father does, but he wants me to come out more often. Oh-"
Gretel tripped over herself for a moment. Regaining her balance, she continued.
"I live with my father and stepmother. My father remarried when I was a baby because- well-" Gretel laughed nervously. "Well- my mother died in childbirth."
Her hands grew clammy. Clammier.
"Now, we just cut and sell wood. It's hard, but it's honest. That's what he says anyways- my father, I mean. We never really had much money, but things have gotten better since-" She stopped herself, noticing the words tumbling out of her mouth, "-things have been better!"
It was a cloudy day, the ground muddy from a recent rain. The wagon creaked under the weight of logs and sticks as Father tugged it along the path.
Gretel was dragged into town to watch her father sell wood, in hopes that she would learn the trade and be able to make money in his absence one day. This wasn't her first time in town, but it had been a long while, and frankly she was nervous. Having to talk to strangers left her palms feeling clammy.
As they made their way to the butchery to sell wood for the smoker, it was clear that the butcher was already busy with a group made up of a man, two pigs, two boys, and- to Gretel's relief- a girl, just around her own age.
Gretel was rather bored and uninterested in what her father was doing, and when he stepped up to chat with the man (the childrens' father, Gretel presumed) and the butcher, she took the opportunity to approach the girl herself.
"H-hi, I'm Gretel," She said, shaking more than she realized she was. Was it fear or excitement? She couldn't quite tell, it had been so long since she talked to another kid. "What's your name?"
Anne was standing with her brothers, Edward and Alexander, before they went to join their father in speaking to the butcher; she perked up when the other girl approached her.
“Oh! Hello,” she said. “I’m Anne. Anne Goodman. I came here with my father and brothers. I had no more to do at home on our farm, so I decided to ask Father if I could join him. I’m pleased to meet you, Gretel.”
Anne wondered if the other girl was nervous because of what was going on in Salem or if she was just afraid of speaking to strangers. Either way, she wanted to help Gretel out.
“Would you like to take a walk around the village with me, Gretel? I’ve nothing better to do, and it would be nice to get to know you.”
"Oh! Yes, I would love that." Gretel looked over at her father, chatting away with the other men. They made brief eye contact, and he gave her a nod. She guessed that meant he was okay if she wandered off.
As she and Anne made their way away from the men, Gretel allowed the other girl to lead. She seemed more comfortable with the town, a free spirit. Gretel was far too shy and dependent to do much wandering, and often times, too awkward around strangers to ever want to. But being around a girl her own age made her feel much more open, somehow, in a way that didn't bother her nearly as much.
"So, uhm... do you live around here?" Gretel asked, nervously fiddling with the tie around her waist.
It was a cloudy day, the ground muddy from a recent rain. The wagon creaked under the weight of logs and sticks as Father tugged it along the path.
Gretel was dragged into town to watch her father sell wood, in hopes that she would learn the trade and be able to make money in his absence one day. This wasn't her first time in town, but it had been a long while, and frankly she was nervous. Having to talk to strangers left her palms feeling clammy.
As they made their way to the butchery to sell wood for the smoker, it was clear that the butcher was already busy with a group made up of a man, two pigs, two boys, and- to Gretel's relief- a girl, just around her own age.
Gretel was rather bored and uninterested in what her father was doing, and when he stepped up to chat with the man (the childrens' father, Gretel presumed) and the butcher, she took the opportunity to approach the girl herself.
"H-hi, I'm Gretel," She said, shaking more than she realized she was. Was it fear or excitement? She couldn't quite tell, it had been so long since she talked to another kid. "What's your name?"
Sunlight trickled through the trees, leaving shadows dappling down onto the earth below. It was a warm, greenleaf day, with a light breeze brushing against Goldenpaw's pelt. He lay on a sun-warmed stone in the ThunderClan camp, enjoying his time outside of the medicine den. Last night was his first night sleeping in the apprentices' den after what felt like moons being fussed over by the medicine cat.
The scar on his throat itched, and he sat up to give it a good scratch, putting his newly appointed mentor- Fireheart- square into view as he stepped up to him. He gave a loud chirrup in greeting, identifying Fireheart as one of the few cats who didn't seem to be bothered by his being an outsider.
“Good morning, Goldenpaw,” Fireheart meowed back with a smile. “We’ll be taking a tour of the territory today, and then starting with a bit of training afterwards.”
The bright-furred tabby tom beckoned for his apprentice to come down from the stone and started for the exit to camp. “Come on- we’ve got quite a bit to cover today!”
Fireheart was very excited to have another apprentice, despite having finished mentoring Cloudtail not even a moon ago. But he and Whitestorm were the only cats Bluestar trusted at this point, so…
He passed into the sunlit forest, happily inhaling the scents of bark and grass and feeling the gentle breeze against his ginger fur.
“Do you want to go to the Owl Tree first, or the border between us and RiverClan?” he inquired, tail flicking patiently.
Goldenpaw followed closely, taking in the sights, scents, and sounds of the trees. The forest was quite busy, even without the stinking monsters that prowled the black paths of Twolegplace. There were birds chirping everywhere, the leaves rustling in the wind, the trickling of water in a nearby creak, the distant sparring of mentor and apprentice.
He was so distracted that he almost didn't hear Fireheart's question.
After a moment's pause to take in his words, he mewed, "Owl Tree? What's so special about a tree?" He didn't know what an owl was, but he heard murmurs about them over in the nursery.
“The Owl Tree is a landmark,” Fireheart mewed. “It’s not really too special- just a place in our territory. But it can be dangerous. As the name suggests, I suppose, an owl lives in this tree. Or used to…? I’m not sure if it does anymore.”
The ginger tom moved on, waiting for Goldenpaw to join him.
Once they reached the RiverClan-ThunderClan border, Fireheart stopped at the river’s edge. “This is the border between RiverClan and our clan,” he told Goldenpaw. “You’ll easily be able to tell a RiverClan cat from another clan cat because they stink of fish.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I remember when I first smelled a RiverClan cat. It certainly wasn’t a nice smell!”
Goldenpaw stepped to the edge of the running water, and it seemed to stretch out forever between them and the far shore, and even farther to his left and his right. He's never seen so much water in one place before!
At Fireheart's comment, he laughed. Though, he was embarrassed to admit...
"What's 'fish'?" He asked, flicking a bit of mud from his paw. "You know, I haven't really been out of Twolegplace much... this forest stuff is pretty new to me."
this image but it’s me shielding hansel from bad hansel and gretel adaptations while screaming “WHERE IS YOUR ANGER? WHERE IS YOUR RAGE?” and he’s crying because i’m scaring him
thinking about gretel growing up without her birth mother and living with her stepmother berating her a lot and calling her stupid and useless and being all ‘don’t you know how to do anything’ being juxtaposed with meeting the stranger for the first time and being gently taught how to do stuff and being praised when she does something the stranger likes. and then she has to kill her when she tries to eat her fucking brother.
and then years later, meeting a slightly older woman who is actually kind to her and let’s her know when she’s doing a good job with something, and gretel constantly feeling like, needles in her back because she can’t know if she actually deserves it or if the praise is real or if she wants something out of gretel or or or-
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