Should I Post My Stories/update My Chapters Here On Tumblr Along With Ao3? A Lot Of People Seem To Do

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

Send your regards to this one’s friends.

Last Line

Got tagged by @beccacoffindaffer for this and it sounded like fun! Here's the last lines from each of the three stories I'm working on:

Magma slopped out from the gaping hole and dribbled down the stairs, creating a deadly pool right below their feet.

“As I suspected. You are a delectable creature.”

She wasn’t watching the sun rise for peace this morning. She was waiting to see if she burned.

No pressure tags:

@nebraskashouse @constanthorizon @jewel-shard @syvlanas-writes

(It can be for art, too!)

Chapter 59 is posted! I may or may not post this story on Tumblr, starting from the beginning, so those interested but not on ao3 will get a better summary once I do. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t clog up people’s feeds - I’ll only update once a week, I swear. 😅

Chapters: 59/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)/Original Female Character(s), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)/Original Character(s), Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha, Miroku/Sango (InuYasha), 

Could really use more media where wives viciously protect their husbands

rewatching the inuyasha series as an adult is so funny because. kagome higurashi does not get nearly enough credit for how strong-willed she was at the tender age of 18. she gave up her life in the modern era, easy access to good medical care, food, running water, electricity, and pretty much every other comfort that she'd known and been accustomed to all her life, and did it cheerfully. meanwhile if the roles were reversed and you stuck inuyasha in a modern office job, trying to send (1) polite email would have killed him on the spot.

Keeping the original post's tags below because they are so fucking right

in my heart of hearts the mythal in the crossroads is 6 feet tall, horned, decked out in armor fitting a self-appointed goddess borne from primordial war and a giant fuck-you dramatic feathered cape. it hurts to look at her directly. out of the corner of your eye you swear the shadow she casts is in the shape of a dragon. she's been stewing in resentment for so long the air just always smells like a wildfire and lightning strikes. ya'll remember the fucking puzzles in her temple? you wouldn't be able to just walk up to her and start talking to her, idc how long it's been since she's had petitioners.

if you want me to believe in the "like holding a piece of the sun" line you have to do better than the pajama-wearing default character creator template num 9 that we actually got.

did i tell u guys i got into an argument on twitter bc i said foxes are dogs and someone tried to bring up their actual fuckin. classification or whatever and i just said “foxes are dogs cause they are fluffye” and they kept arguing with me. the entire time i was like “you will not survive the immigration to tumblr you are lucky we are not there right now”

Thought I'd try reblogging this, since Tumblr is being dumb about my posts not showing up in tags. If you've seen this already, please ignore, lol

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

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.