ADHD Culture Is Saying “what?” When You Heard The Question Someone Asked You But… It Didn’t Fucking…

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

The ghouls working hours.🩸🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️

God’s favorite princess<3

11.8 hours on procreate

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

In the gay sex dungeon doing my crossword with a coffee, occasionally looking up with mild interest

Sometimes the best thing you can do for your mental health is to imagine that you're a little mouse in a children's book series who lives in a hollow tree, and spend time planning out how your home would look, and where you'd put the larder where you keep all your jars of homemade blackberry jam, and what kind of cake you'd make to bring to the party that Mr Vole is throwing on Sunday.

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.

The tension between Kikyo and Tsubaki in the anime is unreal. What the hell? Just kiss.

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

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