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Leaving Tumblr

   First I want to super apologize to all my new mutuals, had I know I was going to do this I wouldn't have reached out and started new threads. But I've come to realize as I search for new blogs that due to my disability: I just can't.

   Tumblr for the longest time was the one liberation I had from being the cripple kid. People didn't see my disability before they saw me, and it didn't affect my ability to perform like it does in real life. It was the place where I didn't need any form of crutch to be able to do all the things I see everyone else just get to do.

   And it's somewhat because of that first introduction that I've decided I don't want to do any workarounds and constantly have to bend over backward in order to stay on this site. I want to be somewhere where I just can. It's hard seeing your friends and everyone else get to do everything you wish you could but can't because of your disability, and tumblr had been that 1 place where this sort of thing just didn't happen.

   When it comes to new blog searches, 1 out of every 50 I checked had a theme I could read without needing to zoom or wear shades. And I still have problems with people not reading my rules and following my blog with their flashy bright themes. At this point being in the rpc with this disability is harder than dealing with it in real life, and roleplaying on tumblr is going down as one of those things I've lost due to my disability.

   Thankfully I have found a new environment with a small group of people that have come to replace what I loved about being on Tumblr. And because of this new environment where my disability doesn't hinder me as much I feel it's time for me to let Tumblr go, at this point all it's really become is a reminder of how much I cant do but want to- and that's not an environment I'm going to put myself in when there's another, happier one available to me.

   There's definitely people and interactions I'm going to miss, and I mourn the potential I see in threads I had just started. But I knew my days on the site would be limited, the rpc has slowly been making disabled roleplayers like me more and more excluded with how aesthetic trends are going. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bitter, but being bitter at abled people is something that I feel we're used to and will always have to deal with. They never truly realize how much of the world some people get locked out of and excluded from because "I think it looks cool". Tumblr is an environment where aesthetic > accessibility; and environments like that are not where disabled people flourish.

Some of my absolutely favourite mutuals and interactions will always be:

@blatantlyclique @frostymuses @timekeepertales

   Our threads have been a very big part of my character development and are what I think of when I think of how fun it is to roleplay. I will absolutely miss interacting with y'all ❤❤❤

My current list of blogs that will be shut down are:

@stringtheoried @thjxf​ @therattlers @ghostofnevada​

So if you didn’t know these were all the same mun, you do now.

   I don't roleplay on discord or anywhere else, if you're someone who wanted to roleplay with me elsewhere: cry me your abled tears. When the next wave of disability accessibility hits let me know, I might be back.

Until then, bye for now!

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Don’t let your posse members drive the delivery wagon

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Me, doing none of what I was supposed to be doing by doing this instead

ft: the fearless leader who can be found terrorizing sessions with a 14 person posse

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Day Trip

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   “It sure is,” Diego turned his head in the direction of the voice with a gentle smile, getting a blur of color when his sights found the figure, reaching out to feel and giving Leo a pat on the shoulder, "Maybe it's a good thing I can't see it then, no?" Getting a soft laugh out of the notion, ever since the incident the man had been riddled with anxiety, if he saw so much as a scratch on the wagon he would have been more than hesitant to climb aboard.

       He would be lying if he said he didn't fear the idea of going into town ever since the incident, amongst many other concerns, but he was even more excited to go that the fear would find itself being drowned out. He felt like a damn fool for letting this happen to himself, slacking on cleaning his weapon and running with a group he thought cared for him- but those thoughts didn't visit him much now, not since he had been accepted into the Rattlers. And certainly not when he had people like Leo in his life. He had not been running with the gang for very long, and he was still adjusting to his new mostly sightless life; yet still, already he knew that he would take this over what he had before any day.

       Diego wrapped his arm around one of Leo's own once in the wagon to keep himself steady, his free hand holding onto the wood with a steady grasp, nervous the smallest little bump would cause him to fall right off.

       A smile was quick to flash over his features at the mention of the series, one of his favourite parts of the week were the Thursdays he and Leo spent together wrapped around the pages. Going off where nobody could just chance upon finding them and delving into every detail with a magnifying glass, "If they don't, promise you'll burn it to the ground, eh? I just know Clara did it, I need to know for sure, yo necesito a sé!"

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(tldr at the bottom)

       I’ve finalized the rules for 2020 and will be making some big changes. Somewhat changing the dynamic of the blog to be more personal in seeking a small number of close mutuals, and in that sense more restrictive. People who I previously allowed to follow to watch my art/threads despite not being mutuals will be soft blocked.

       A lot of my current mutuals are floating below the “will be soft blocked” line, I’m not going to send a message as it’s awkward af and there are multiple people, but if you think you are one of these people and don’t want to be soft blocked feel free to send a message as most are only being soft blocked due to not reaching out/ignoring my attempts. I’m the kind of person who gets busy and needs a specific kind of mental space to start new threads and interactions so I understand if that’s you, just let me know.

       I’m also really cracking down on the art related content. I am not here as an artist, I’m here as a roleplayer. If I notice you’re the kind of person who cares more about my art than my muse then say hasta la vista. (That includes you, people who only reply to our threads after I post art, it’s real obvious when more than one of y’all does it) 

       I appreciate the fact people enjoy my art, but if you aren’t interested if the art is removed from the equation then I’d rather not interact.

       I am also really cracking down on people who I notice play favourites. I share a lot of mutuals with frosthub (you probably found me through her blog) and it’s very clear what people value when it comes to sending memes and interacting. I don’t think it’s wrong to play favourites, I believe everyone has the right to roleplay how they want and do whatever makes them happy, I just don’t want to interact with people who care more about the hot beefcake boys they want to get into the pants of over the rest. We all know why you ship-happy rpers are sleeping on Dex, don’t even pretend. I deal with enough of it in real life I’d rather not have to deal with it on here too. 

       These people will also be blocked on my other blogs even if we’ve established a good relationship with our muses, if you only want to roleplay with my abled muses I’m not interested in any interactions at all. (Only applies to people who follow Dex in addition to those muses)

       I would also like to just give a special thanks to a few of my very much valued mutuals. The people who have never played favourites, targetted me for art, or otherwise made me feel that there was an ulterior motive to our interactions. I appreciate you all bunches and you’re the mutuals who keep my passion for roleplaying going. If anyone is ever looking for some quality interaction check them out!

@blatantlyclique @frosthub @timekeepertales

(I know your blog is dead Jon but ilu)

Sorry this is so long, Tldr; Most of my mutuals will be soft blocked and the rules have been updated.

Updated rules:

Keep reading

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Please Reblog If Your Blog Is “Disability Safe”

This is not a “reblog if you accept muses/muns with disabilities” post, please read before reblogging.

Recently I’ve been facing a lot of issues finding new RP partners as themes and writing becomes smaller/more complicated to the point of being completely unreadable by people with certain visual disabilities. This post serves as a little database of blogs that are “Disability Safe” to make interacting with the RP community a bit easier for those of us facing this roadblock.

    **Please note this is written with guidelines based on my own personal experience, I’m only one individual and can’t say what is needed for every person with a visual disability, we all don’t fit into one box. Though I do hope that this helps as many people as it can.

Themes:

Posts that are at least 350x

Text that is at least 13-15px (Depending on the theme, text size may need to be adjusted more than others)

Text that does not have an extravagant font

No flashing images or rapidly moving GIFs

No container or box themes, where the contents of the blog are put into a small box on the side or center of the screen.

Colors that do not highly contrast (ex: Absolute white text on a black background)

Colors that contrast enough to not “blend” (ex: pastels)

Colors that are not too bright or neon

Colors that are not too dark and make text too hard to distinguish

No links that are unlabelled or require “hovering” to find

No Autoplay

Post Formats (Not every post on your blog needs to follow these, just the threads you have with someone who has a visual disability): 

Bold and Italics not used to excess

No usage of the sub/small/sup HTML 

A general consistency in text size and font usage

Default font or one that is not extravagant

Icons that are at least 100x100

Icons that are not animated 

Indentations or breaks between paragraphs (no walls of text)

Please only like/reblog this if you are 100% certain your blog fits ALL these criteria. Some people’s health can seriously suffer when it comes to triggering visuals. Your aesthetic < a roleplayer’s health.

If you’re abled and someone with a visual disability tells you your theme/writing is not disability safe, please delete this post from your blog even if you believe your blog fits the criteria.

Thank you for reading, and a special thank you to the roleplayers who make their blog accessible to those with disabilities, it makes the community more inclusive and accepting for us. Something that is greatly appreciated by this disabled roleplayer <3

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Heart Of Dixie

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        Dixie jumped when the book was thrown, taking a look to where it landed before whipping her sights back over to Leo, “Jesus there buddy, if you hate it that much jus’ get another book!”

       The woman let out a lighthearted laugh, “Oh I think the whole fuckin’ country already knows your name with how much it’s in Jack’s mouth, amongst other things~” Giving a hoot and bumping Leo with her hips before flicking his hat over the front of his head. Loving to take every swing she could at her two favourite love birds. Ever since her lacking understanding of the terms “Two man job”, “Stay at camp”, and “Don’t follow us”- the woman had landed herself in a situation where she learned quite the nice bit of information.

    “Ain’t nobody gonna do nuthin’ bad while we’re gone, we ain’t seen more than one wagon n’ those two weirdos with th' lamps. We’ll bury th' stash. C’mon- Leonardo,” If she were any more of a child she would be tugging at his sleeves with puppy eyes, “Yeah yeah yeah. N’ fed em, watered em, medicated Baby, took Sugar out for a walk- All of it’s done.”

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Down The Tracks

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       Fingers tapping impatiently as Brigit waited for the train to finally arrive, glancing back to a clock uselessly as if time mattered when it had already been ten passed the scheduled arrival. Not liking it when plans got derailed so early, they hadn’t even started the job and already were faced with the possibility of needing to call it off.

   “This ain’t good, think they caught on?” She spoke, leaning forward to glance down the tracks, “We can’t be th’ only ones who know, might be trouble,” Tapping fingers with more restless glances back to the clock and again to the tracks. She didn’t have a great feeling about this hit, not a horrible one either though... indifferent. She was very much indifferent.

       The sound and vibration of a slowly roaring train started to be heard as the steam engine found its way into the station. Almost fifteen minutes late. A quick glance didn’t indicate anything was wrong, but the woman had her eyes peeled for extra arms that may be posted. 

       Posing as farmhands traveling across the country to work on a new ranch, their actual task was more sinister and cunning- breaking into a private car and robbing the rich suckers of every last dollar they had on them. It wasn’t every day that trains carried such precious cargo; Brigit had her suspicions another gang may be interested in the hit, which only added further to the suspicions of extra guards being posted. They would need to be cautious.

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Feelin’ Ill

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       Smoking a cigarette as she had herself leaned onto the bar, scanning the crowd that the saloon had to offer this particular night. A very casual setting, a bit dapper to the tastes of a gang of outlaws, but comfortably fitting for Mei-Xiu. She had gotten herself all dolled up, something she only did when running her little schemes, and dragged one of the heftier Rattlers out for a quick robbing. Needing to pick up a little spending cash for the new tailer this town had to offer.

   “Him,” The woman pointed with her cigarette to a man in a green work shirt and suspenders, said man leaning against the wall alone with a bit of a sour look, holding on to a drink two sips from being empty, “He just had a fight with that one-” notioning to a man with much paler complexion who was now leaving in an equally fussy state, “Give him this. Say something bad about white people. Pat him on the back. Then give me the signal when’s he’s had half.” 

       Pushing two bottles into Leo’s hands, tapping the one she had drugged with her index finger, “I will come over and take him to room 2. He should be down ten, fifteen minutes after his drink. Be ready.” Casting the other a stern look as she waited for his input. 

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“Brothers”

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  “Hold your head up a lil’ more, we’re men a’ th’ state, gotta have some pride,” Annabelle chimed, bringing a finger up to lift Leo’s chin into a higher gaze before pushing back his shoulders and allowing his chest to puff out. 

       Currently, she was halfway through being disguised as Andrew: a friendly carrier who had been employed with his “brother”, Phillip, to bring packages to and from various facilities in Saint Denis. Filling in for the usual two, who had just mysteriously never shown, and had been replaced with two new individuals donning a telegram of apologies for the lateness. They looked absolutely nothing alike, though “Andrew” couldn’t help but have fun with the concept seeing as not a soul would question them out of the sheer fact they were both the same color- the biased eye wouldn’t be able to tell.

       There was one specific package that Annabelle had her sights on, getting rather good at picking up braggings from men whos deliveries had been delayed; a special sort of heirloom being mailed from New Austin that was expected to arrive late on this very day was the current target. The man had shouted at the post clerk to the extent Annabelle didn’t so much care the value of the item as long as that asshole didn’t end up getting it.

   “Leave th’ talkin’ t’ me, yeah? I know where they keep th’ important packages, jus’ need t’ get in long ‘nough to grab it n’ slide out on another delivery, ‘fore they notice,” A plan that would require a mix of luck and skill. One of the two would need to find a way into the locked back room with the valuables and important deliveries, snag a specific small package with a name of “Matthew Bytheway” on the label, and then leave under the guise of delivering a lesser package- of which would also end up being stolen, whatever the contents may be- all without raising a single alarm.

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Square Up

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   “You got a problem, boy?” A booming voice reached out to the man who made the unfortunate mistake of glancing in her direction, catching each other's gaze for a long enough second for Rosaura to find something in it to challenge. Heavy steps bringing the woman a few inches from Leo’s face in a momentary silent standoff. Giving him a good look up and down before speaking again:

   “What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” A finger quick to point itself in the man’s face, an obvious temper already starting to boil as the digit shook slightly. Despite her standing as shorter and lighter than Leo the woman still held her ground like a wolf baring teeth against a bear. And while she would never bring any harm to him or any of the other Rattlers, it didn’t stop her from putting on her tough gal act, rearing fists up until the moment of a strike, “You better square up before I put you on your ass, muchacho.”

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Clear Skies

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       The sound of a bow and some arrows crashing on the ground filled the open tent. Waking a couple of the near surrounding Rattlers, who then rolled back over after they quickly realized it was just Thunder- waking up the next poor soul whos day it was to be dragged out before the rest of them to catch the morning meal.

       Spoken words were not something one could expect from Thunder Fox. Only Jack and Diego had the opportunity to hear more than a whisper; the childhood friend he came to trust in desperation, and the man who he began to speak to only because he did not have the ability to see. There wasn’t anything he found thus far that needed to be said that couldn’t instead be expressed with a solid glare.

       Anyone who understood the nature of cold souls could see that Thunder was deeply wounded, his aggressive actions were not aggressive at all but strongly defensive. Building up walls so high that even those who he learned to trust with his life felt the cold edge of his blade. He had saved the lives of many here and had been saved several times in return, and yet he still kept everyone at arm's length.

       Leo stood out a little more than the rest in his eyes, for the sole fact that Jack spoke about him far more than he did any of his other posse members. Leaving Thunder Fox curious enough to offer Leo a shred of interest; a glance that wasn’t entirely a glare, a gesture when he understood rather than empty silence, a peculiar gaze that didn’t care if it was met. Leo was special to Jack in a way that the others weren’t, combined with certain things from their past- it was most curious.

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Day Trip

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       Excitement would be the one word to describe Diego in the current moment, buzzing with energy as he waited for the one responsible for keeping bullets out of his chest to hurry up. Which was easy for him to say, seeing as his only task was to wait by the wagon while Leo set the rig up. 

       It wasn’t often Diego chose to leave camp. He wasn’t forbidden from leaving or discouraged in any sense- the opposite in actuality, being regularly invited out with the rest of the posse- but rather he preferred the new life he found being some sort of old western outlaw housewife. Being at the heart of the posse made him feel more surrounded by people than he did living on the crowded streets of Saint Denis, and he had to admit to taking quite a liking to it.

       This time was a little different, he had been given a specific job to complete. Just a quick trip into the gunsmith and back. Jack, their unofficial leader, was no longer welcome at said gunsmith. As well as just about every member of the posse that had been associated with him...  Leo would have to wait outside the door. Diego had been the only one who had yet to set foot in Valentine since the gang arrived, really the only one who doesn’t get into trouble, leaving him to carry the responsibilities of running into town until their next move.

   “Hey- is that you, Leo? Better be, I can’t wait no more-” Kicking up a little dust in his restlessness, one hand holding onto the wagon while the other outstretched to try and feel for a sleeve or belt to hold onto.

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Finished (most of) the blog work. Added all the links and character pages save for the portraits which will be added as/if I complete them.

Have posted starter calls directly under this for all the muses so: spam warning. Hit J 9 times.

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Starter Call for Jack

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Starter Call for Dixie

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Starter Call for Thunder Fox