#roleplay thread tracking

So, since my xKit Rewritten tldr guide went pretty well, I'm opting to do a little guide on something else that's really helped me keep track of threads, which is rpthreadtracker. This will just be a one-post psa/guide on how to use it and why I highly recommend it over other tracking methods. It works really well on mobile, too--hooray mobile users! I have done methods myself such as filling out a form every time I start a new thread, keeping a google doc, all that thing, and they all suffer from one key issue: I FORGET TO UPDATE WHEN I GET A REPLY OR NOTIFICATION.

What rpthreadtracker does is it takes out the middleman when it comes to Tumblr: notifications. No more relying on Tumblr's notifications/your replies getting lost in notifications. You will still have to be diligent for @ mentions for starters or the like, or threads you haven't added yet to the tracker; however, that is the ONLY time you will have to worry about it. Once you make your first reply, the tracker does all the work for you.

In truth, the encounter had slipped his mind come the end of the day. He was fascinated by the other, by his offer, but he’d decided that it wasn’t real. It was just way of baiting him into saying something stupid. It had to be. 

Besides, going home had taken most of his attention. He had to focus when he set foot in that war zone, couldn’t drop his guard for a second. If he did, Enji won and Touya was so very tired of the old man winning. 

But he was young, and day after day he simply didn’t stand a chance. 

It had him in a foul mood the next morning, retracing his steps to Nisemono’s class. He stunk of cigarette smoke as he entered the room, surprised to find that it was once again just the two of them. Great. He’d been hoping to use some other failure as a buffer, to take the attention off the fresh bruise glistening on his face. 

Initially he had only intended on returning to Tenko’s home to fetch the remains, but he’d stopped in his tracks at the sight of a little girl stood before the wreckage of their home with a shopping bag clutched in her trembling hand and tears streaming down her face. Her breathing was erratic, though she was oddly quiet - had shock set it? 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. She was Tenko’s mirror in every way, and she had just come home to find rubble and police tape. 

Ah, what to do? He’d only intended on taking in one stray, but perhaps she had potential stored in that frail body. Just like Tenko. 

If he was going to help her, he’d need to change his face. Something told him that the girl would be set off by his current appearance. The shapeshifting quirk he’d acquired was weak and could last for an hour at most, but it would have to do for now. 

The feel of skin shifting set his teeth on edge, but it was necessary. When he approached the girl, he did so with a gentle smile and a placating tone. 

“I don’t need to be fucking babied.” He was laying on Shigaraki’s bed, wrapped in bandages that had been soaked in burn cream. Moving was difficult and that was the only reason he hadn’t walked out yet. Well that and the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure he could walk out...

He wasn’t cut out for this place. He wouldn’t have passed the bar exam and he knew it, but being recommended by Endeavour’s agency had green lit him right the way onto the hero track. It had been painfully obvious since day one that he was out of place, and it had only taken a matter of days for him to start skipping classes in favour of doing literally anything else.  Unfortunately, being absent meant make-up lessons. He had honestly considered skipping those too, but the threat of a letter home just wasn’t worth it.  It was why he found himself outside a ‘Mr Nisemono’s’ class, scowling at the door like it had personally wronged him. God, he was two years older than his peers and yet he felt fucking ten years dumber. It was a joke. 

This kind of rain was his favourite. It came down in sheets, relentless and soaking everything it touched. It was like pins against his skin, but it was so cold that he couldn’t help but strip out of his jacket to let it soak through his t-shirt. Nobody was outside, nobody would see him like this. 

But just getting some relief from the burning beneath his skin was like heaven to him. He could remember pulling snow to his chest as a child, watching it turn to slush in a matter of seconds. Never enough. 

The rain masked most sounds, especially in the tight quarters of an alleyway. It thundered off of dumpsters and the concrete, but the wet slap of bare feet was unmistakable. Dabi barely had a chance to react when a blur of white rounded the corner - a child. No more than maybe 6 years old, covered in bandages and severely underdressed. 

Insomnia seemed to come with being a villain. Perhaps it had something to do with their shared disposition, or maybe a preference for night time bled into a preference of the criminal underworld. Either way, it was no surprise that he found Shigaraki sat up on a laptop in their shared living space at well past 3am. 

Dabi made a sound of acknowledgement, like a grunt, and went over to a cabinet where he started to rummage around. He didn’t bother turning the light on, because neither of them would appreciate it. 

He was just pulling out a can of soda when he heard the telltale scraping of fingernails over flesh. He paused for a moment to see if Shigaraki would stop, but when he didn’t he let out an extremely exaggerated sigh and went to another cupboard to grab a tub of antiseptic cream. 

    being a lesser-known hero came with pros and cons. like the pro that less people were inclined to notice you, meaning that stakeouts in places FULL of people were perfect for you.     etsu is… not a ‘ clubbing ‘ type of gal. the constant thump of the music’s bass throughout the building’s floors and support pillars are starting to give her a headache, the pint-sized hero’s hands lifting so that she could idly rub at her temples.     this stakeout wasn’t going anywhere, either. the target had yet to make an appearance, which likely meant there’d either been a leak of information OR tonight just wasn’t his friday night. it surely wasn’t etsu’s. she’d much rather be home, curled up amongst her fluffy blankets with some old movie on.          ♪ ❝ like it, love it, need it bad                take it, own it, steal it, fast                boy, stop playing, grab my ass– ❞ ♫    and this music ? so raunchy… heesh ! she needs fresh air. now.     the doors of the club are thrown open roughly, etsu’s back pushing against the cool brick. phew. it was so much cooler out here than in THERE.     tough fluff blinks then, amber eyes staring across the street to where she SWEARS she saw movement. maybe someone needed help, had a little too much to drink ? the woman’s heels click against the pavement as she makes her way to the backstreet, her mouth forming into a thin line.     ❝ hello ? is someone there ? ❞

It wasn’t that the girl was bad at her job. In all honesty, she’d done an admirable job tracking him this far. Even Dabi could appreciate that her anonymity leant itself to how well to this kind of mission - whoever she worked for was smart. If she worked for anyone at all. Perhaps she was the mastermind. If so, he’d need to pick her brains... Unfortunately for Etsu, Dabi had his hands in just about every street of this rotten city. He wasn’t sure if she was tailing him or his group, but her behaviour had been suspicious enough that two separate people had come to him about it. So Dabi had spent the last hour or so watching her, trying to decide for himself. The way she scanned the crowd, so painfully an outsider here, was damning evidence in itself. The fact that she all but fled was enough for him to follow her outside. Pale blue eyes tracked the way she gulped down air, her soft peach-coloured hair bobbing as she took a moment to collect herself.  The way she snapped her head to follow his movement delighted him - fuelled his predatory nature. When she called out, he saw no reason not to show himself. Perhaps it was arrogance, but she didn’t read as a real threat to him.