#jynxeddraca

[dedalvs]

I just got The Art Of Language Invention! I'm so excited to read it.

I am excited you’re excited! If you like it, you’ll probably love Scandroid’s debut album Scandroid! (I say that because I like my book and I love Scandroid. I assume that’s how this works. You’ll probably also like cucumbers and dulce de leche ice cream. And cats, it goes without saying. And you’ll grow to hate onions, which just makes sense.)

[gravegotten]

"you can't erase what happened"

For the angsty sentence starters.

"I wasn't trying to." It erased me, she wanted to say. It felt too overdramatic. So, she swallowed it until it threatened to come back up, and then she swallowed it again and it burned her throat with the bitter bile she forced back into her stomach.

She was distinctly less than when she started. She could feel it at the edges of everyone's mind and hers too on occasion when she looked at pictures, tried to pick at the memories they held, tried to stuff them back into her brain and into her heart. Did she ever grin that big really? Did she ever make that face? The one she saw in her contact photo on her sister's phone where she was all narrowed brows and frowning -- she must have once. Right?

"They emptied you. Do you even know what you would've said to me before you died?" The echo of Brendan's voice in her head and her answer -- the obvious no, no I don't. And he laughed and laughed and she knew that she should have responded. She should have thrown something at his fucking head, but her hand didn't move, and she didn't feel the urge either. It slid over her like oil on water; never to touch. It pooled on the surface of her understanding a swirling rainbow, and if she grabbed for that slick and multi-colored spill it only splintered into its own bubbles -- still inaccessible. But she could do -- she could do more than she could before. She knew that too. Some of the things that used to make her cringe or douse her in cold water didn't so much as raise her heartbeat (when she had one). Anything that touched her she could respond with a force to be reckoned with. And wasn't that what she had wanted? Didn't she want to be untouchable?

"There's nothing that can change it. I know that, don't worry I do know that. And even if I could... even if something could --" Lucy fell silent. The end of the sentence was easy to guess, but she couldn't find it in her to finish it.

[gravegotten]

Followed you for interesting roleplay (through a different blog) stayed because ride or die.

One of the other originals!!! I’m so glad you stuck around 🥰🥰

I still love to enjoy your writing in your fanfics

[urbanxfantasy-arch]

jynxeddraca replied to your post: Playing a D&D character who’s not the same gender...

I encourage drawing this. Also, wow I’m surprised that they haven’t figured that out? Are you playing with different people or the same?

Same character every week. Like they know he’s a buff warrior dude with more testosterone than is honestly necessary, but they’re stuck looking at me so immediately they’re going to female. Which would be comical in-world because he’s basically the poster boy for a stereotypically masculine appearance. XD

[urbanxfantasy-arch]

jynxeddraca replied to your post “♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?”

Internet international law is weird. Technically the woman broke laws in at least two separate countries (if one takes the US server into account) but I'm not sure either country can actually do anything about it. Either way, she was creepy af.

I don’t think anything legally could have been done, but if I’d pressed the issue the hosting company probably would have taken her forum down. As it was, I don’t think she meant anything malicious by it she just hadn’t thought it through, so I didn’t want to be a dick I just removed myself from the stiuation.

[writingwithcolor]

I have a question about dreadlocks and the military but I'm not sure who to ask. I have a fantasy race where dreadlocks are common but so are mandatory military terms. How well would dreads fare in an ancient style military?

Locs in the Military

Locs can fit under helmets and can also be pulled back depending on the length. Thick headbands are another option you could explore.

~ Mod Brei

I’ve discussed locs/locks in Black Hair Styles for the Apocalypse as one of the more practical styles (for Black/natural hair) to fair in such a circumstance. Though not necessarily a military setting, there are similarities in regards to both settings usually requiring some sweating, consistent movement, fighting, etc, so that tells you something!

~Mod Colette

edit: ask updated to use more perferred terms!

[fixyourwritinghabits]

I’m working on the plot/story archs for a comic during breaks on my current project. I’ve realized that I’ve written myself into something of a hole. One of the main characters is a nephilim and his powers are suppressed throughout most of the story. I want to get them unlocked but I'm stuck on ‘ancient prophecy means you do [bad thing]’. Even though I was thinking of making the prophecy a dud, I'm not crazy about it. Do you have advice or a resource I could use to figure something else out?

Two thoughts came immediately to mind: My favorite Greek mythology character is Cassandra. Her prophecies are always right, and no one ever believes her. So maybe your neph gets the prophecy handed to him, and he refuses to accept it. Or alternately, the prophet is the boy who cried wolf, like some skeevy gossip rag “psychic.” Eventually, he was telling the truth and look how well that went. 

Alternately, he could have the prophecy handed to him -- in a fortune cookie. Scribbled on the back of a losing lottery ticket someone discarded in the liquor store parking lot. The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls, after all. 

The lesson here: The tropes aren’t bad. With good characters and plots and interesting twists, they can come alive. 

[urbanxfantasy-arch]

jynxeddraca replied to your post:[Makes confused noises at US weather site because...

lol, sometimes it feels like the apocalypse is here. Especially when we get summer temperatures in January. Last week it hit 68F (20C)

Hahaha. tbh I'd love some 20C weather right now. I'm inside wearing a jumper and in a blanket and I'm still cold.