Not To Sound Like A Medieval Peasant But, Cheese And Bread. Garlic And Butter. A Menagerie Of Spices.

Kagome and Tessaiga

(I couldn't choose a pose)

What a time to be alive.

Happy Black History Month to all and to all a good night ❤️🖤💚

Hello and Welcome

SJ | late 20s | ao3 | 18+ blog

Glad to see you've found my little pocket of Tumblr. I thought it'd be nice to have a 'get to know me' post. I decided to create my blog so that I could connect to the communities I write for, share and appreciate art, and maybe throw out my thoughts from time to time. You can call me SJ or Vulpine, or if you point and say "hey, you", that works, too. I go by sapphirejournalist on ao3.

Works in Progress

o Oh God, What the F*ck, and Other Tales - Inuyasha | Sesshōmaru/OC

o They Who Hunt - Baldur's Gate 3 | AU | Astarion/Tav (not yet posted)

o Currently working on a hate/fix-it fic for the series House of Night, because good gods, those books cause me rage

Completed

o To Walk the Path of Death - Dragon Age: Veilguard | Solavellan

o Dragon Age: Rise of the Dread Wolf - Dragon Age | AU | Solavellan (written several years ago while waiting for what became Veilguard)

Unfortunately, while I write a lot, I tend to only focus on one story at a time. I really try not to start works I won't finish. I'm looking forward to posting more in the future, but I find it overwhelming to try and juggle posting multiple stories at once.

If you're interested, please always feel free to ask me about my works and characters! I'd to talk to any readers who have thoughts they'd like to share. In the meantime, thanks for dropping by, and have a lovely day/night

Header/dividers thanks to saradika

I've been watching Alizee's House of Night reviews lately.

After many many MANY many years, last week (or more at this point?) I rewatched the third Inuyasha movie.

I need more punching in Inuyasha. Give me an oc who travels from the modern world who doesn't have powers or a magical weapon, but they've been boxing since they were a kid.

"No, Naraku, I don't have any special abilities. But let me get close enough and my knuckles can introduce your nose to the back of your head just fine."

For those who have seen this a couple of times already, I apologize 😅. Since my blog is no longer shadow banned, I wanted to repost it now that I'm visible

Hello and Welcome

SJ | late 20s | ao3 | 18+ blog

Glad to see you've found my little pocket of Tumblr. I thought it'd be nice to have a 'get to know me' post. I decided to create my blog so that I could connect to the communities I write for, share and appreciate art, and maybe throw out my thoughts from time to time. You can call me SJ or Vulpine, or if you point and say "hey, you", that works, too. I go by sapphirejournalist on ao3.

Works in Progress

o Oh God, What the F*ck, and Other Tales - Inuyasha | Sesshōmaru/OC

o They Who Hunt - Baldur's Gate 3 | AU | Astarion/Tav (not yet posted)

o Currently working on a hate/fix-it fic for the series House of Night, because good gods, those books cause me rage

Completed

o To Walk the Path of Death - Dragon Age: Veilguard | Solavellan

o Dragon Age: Rise of the Dread Wolf - Dragon Age | AU | Solavellan (written several years ago while waiting for what became Veilguard)

Unfortunately, while I write a lot, I tend to only focus on one story at a time. I really try not to start works I won't finish. I'm looking forward to posting more in the future, but I find it overwhelming to try and juggle posting multiple stories at once.

If you're interested, please always feel free to ask me about my works and characters! I'd to talk to any readers who have thoughts they'd like to share. In the meantime, thanks for dropping by, and have a lovely day/night

Header/dividers thanks to saradika

Spin the wheel. That's who's trying to kill you.

Spin the wheel again. That's who's trying to protect you.

most important part of the writing process actually is when you loop a single song on max volume and stare at the word document and imagine the characters doing things for 14 hours. this is known as getting in the zone

Everything that's wrong with Solas could have been solved if he'd spent a single moment of his life on the floor of a women's bathroom at the club at 3 am. Thousands of years of regret? No problem: this drunk girl with runny mascara just told him "FUCK them all. You're fucking beautiful. You did nothing wrong ever. Your head is so shiny." Boom. Cured. 

He would end up crying hysterically in the arms of, like, five hyper-supportive twenty-somethings. They would do his make-up. He would never look back.