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A very Special Announcement: What's a God to a Mountain
You may know me here, if you found me as that writer who wrote Midokirin, (Shameless plugin: I want you is still updating) long time ago perhaps like 6 years back or so I actually wrote Icaracus Universe, which I am unfortunately I went burnt out due to the Pandemic bullshit in 2020, hence I shelved it because of personal reasons- and since then I have been on fanfic writing.
I have been thinking about this for a long time to get back to do original works that excite me (Excluding me dabbling on children's books). This idea came from the fuzzy feeling when you read a Shojou Manga- like Kamisama Kiss and Skip and Loafer but with a well-rounded female protagonist coming in the form of a former mountain goddess-Jael, who accidentally heard a prayer from her co-worker Lance during a terrible shift, which he grew curious about her presence, which is a nice change.
What's a God to a Mountain is my journey as a writer itself as Jael's background came from faint memories of my Tai Por (My Great grandmother from my mom's side) and an article on my local history migration of folk goddesses into new lands and of course a sweet friends to lovers relationship.
I hope I can make it as a YA novel that is both relatable and magical to all.
Anyway the hashtag would be this : 🧋⛰️ 🛍️ or God to Mountain if you want to follow. I will try my best to post the Moodboards if I could and my WIPS
Y'all that sounds like me, it was no joke but I did two varations of that- one being an asexual scholar and the other more romantic approach, so welcome to the club
( pick a quote + a feeling + a trope ! let’s see what fic you end up with. )
author's addition: this lil build-a-fic is inspired by @scealaiscoite ’ s adorable idea ! her prompt lists are literal perfection. go stalk her blog pls she’s the best ever 🧸 you’re welcome to tweak phrasing as needed, but please don’t add to or rewrite the original post. give credits to @fawndrip / @suprclark if using.
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❛ stop smiling like that. it’s distracting. ❜
❛ you make it really hard to stay just friends. ❜
❛ why does it feel like a goodbye? ❜
❛ you’re blushing. ❜ — ❛ no i’m not. ❜
❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜
❛ i missed you. that’s all. ❜
❛ you remember the little things. that’s what gets me. ❜
❛ tell me to stay. and i will. ❜
❛ my hand fits so perfectly in yours. it's like i'm made for you. ❜
❛ do you want me to leave? ❜ — ❛ no. i want you to stay forever. ❜
❛ i think i knew it was you. even back then. ❜ — ❛ then stay. ❜ — ❛ but that's the thing. i don't know if i know you anymore. ❜
❛ i don’t know how to stop wanting you. ❜
❛ this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t. ❜
❛ you’re not just anyone. you’re you. ❜
❛ if we kiss now, everything changes. ❜ — ❛ i know but that's a risk i'm willing to take. ❜
❛ i’ve been in love with you since the night we met. ❜
❛ tell me it meant nothing. lie if you have to. ❜
❛ i was easy to leave, wasn’t i? ❜
❛ you don’t get to miss me now. you lost that right when we broke up. ❜
❛ say something. anything. please. ❜
❛ i loved you. that should’ve been enough. ❜
❛ i wish i didn’t remember everything. ❜
❛ don’t look at me like you still care. ❜
❛ i’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt. ❜
❛ you said forever. i believed you. ❜
❛ if you didn’t mean it, why did you say it? ❜
❛ you chose them. you always do. ❜
❛ i don’t hate you. i just wish i’d never met you. ❜
❛ you let me go like i was nothing. ❜
❛ please don’t make this harder than it already is. ❜
❛ are you sure? cause whatever this is it doesn’t feel like love. ❜
❛ it’s always been you. i just didn’t know how to say it. ❜
❛ say that again. i dare you. ❜
❛ you really don’t see it, do you? ❜
❛ i think i like you. like, like like you. ❜
❛ do you always look at people like that? ❜
❛ you make it really hard to think straight. ❜
❛ oh my god. you’re blushing. ❜
❛ this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t. ❜
❛ i should’ve kissed you when i had the chance. ❜
❛ you’re not helping. you’re being pretty. it's distracting. ❜
❛ you make me nervous in the best way. ❜
❛ every time you look at me, i forget what i was saying. ❜
❛ just admit it. you like me. ❜
❛ if you don’t kiss me right now, i might explode. ❜
❛ you’re dangerously good at that smile. ❜
❛ only one bed ❜
❛ mutual pining ❜
❛ fake dating gone real ❜
❛ friends to lovers ❜
❛ strangers to almosts ❜
❛ found family ❜
❛ rivals with tension ❜
❛ the “oh” moment ❜
❛ confessions at 2am ❜
❛ sunshine x grump ❜
❛ forbidden ❜
❛ hurt / comfort ❜
❛ secretly in love ❜
❛ reunion after years ❜
❛ accidental domesticity ❜
❛ slow burn ❜
❛ “just friends” denial ❜
❛ second chances ❜
❛ love letters never sent ❜
❛ childhood friends ❜
❛ exes ❜
❛ soulmates who don’t believe in fate ❜
❛ enemies on the same side ❜
❛ sleep talking confessions ❜
❛ one falling first, the other falling harder ❜
❛ patching up wounds with shaky hands ❜
❛ “who did this to you?” ❜
❛ dancing in the kitchen ❜
❛ jealousy over nothing ( but also everything ) ❜
❛ late-night phone calls ❜
❛ caught in the rain ❜
❛ almost kissing but someone interrupts ❜
❛ waking up next to them ❜
❛ fixing each other’s tie / collar ❜
❛ taking care of them while they’re sick ❜
Deer are considered to be the sacred messengers of Shinto deities, and are often depicted in mandalas, as seen here. A white stag rides on a cloud, symbolizing his role as a messenger between the earth and the gods. On his saddle is a branch of the sacred sakaki tree and a mirror, which, along with the sword and jewel, is one of the three sacred symbols of Shinto.
“Deer Mandala,” 1600s, Japan
Régnier’s work primarily revolved around genre scenes, religious subjects, and portraits. He became known for his ability to convey human emotion and narrative depth, often employing a rich palette and dramatic lighting to enhance the mood of his compositions. His works reflect a blend of Italian Baroque techniques and Flemish traditions, creating a unique fusion that appealed to both local and international audiences. (Taylor Graham)
Happy Holidays!
Here's my @inusecretsanta gift with some Christmas shopping (and a little kiss!) for Inuyasha and Kagome. Whoever you are, my giftee for Secret Santa, I hope you like this!
Have a great holidays and Happy New Year!
Waiting for a good meal for @desventurasemserie [Read it at A03]
Well did I pause writing my novel and balancing my energy because yer girl has started work like 2 months ago for this cute @inusecretsanta [Yeah perhaps]
Anyway Sereria! I hope you liked this floofy piece which is inspired by my life lately, and I hope it
Thank you @dawnrider for looking through this piece though 10/10 it is actually so staggered.
Hope your new year be filled with light and pure happiness <3
“Food was how my mother expressed her love. No matter how critical or cruel she could seem-constantly pushing me to meet her intractable expectations-I could always feel her affection radiating from the lunches she packed and the meals she prepared for me just the way I liked them.”
I’ve just never met someone like you," as if I were a stranger from another town or an eccentric guest accompanying a mutual friend to a dinner party. It was a strange thought to hear from the mouth of the woman who had birthed and raised me, with whom I shared a home for eighteen years, someone who was half me. My mother had struggled to understand me just as I struggled to understand her. Thrown as we were on opposite sides of a fault line—generational, cultural, linguistic—we wandered lost without a reference point, each of us unintelligible to the other’s expectations, until these past few years when we had just begun to unlock the mystery, carve the psychic space to accommodate each other, appreciate the differences between us, linger in our refracted commonalities. Then, what would have been the most fruitful years of understanding were cut violently short, and I was left alone to decipher the secrets of inheritance without its key.
- Michelle Zauner (Japanese Breakfast), Crying in Hmart
“When I decided a certain character was about to die, that character made a passionate presentation to me about the good and the bad that would come from their death and convinced me to withdraw a story development that involved their death.” *
—Chisato Abe, author of the Yatagarasu book series and “The Green Gem of the Empress”
PS: Yatagarasu X-Twitter account declaring August 8th the Yatagarasu Day. Talked to a fellow fan and they surmised that “maybe because the kanji ‘八’ in ‘八咫烏（Yatagarasu)’ means 8, they decided that August 8th (8/8) is Yatagarasu Day.”
God to Mountain WIP #5: Getting back to it and seeking new methods
It seems that I took a pretty long hiatus from sharing my thoughts on God to Mountain, so I will do that.
A lot of things just simply cropped up in my personal life mainly (This Chappell Roan Gif is simply a mood)
So this year is pretty rough- my Por Por unfortunately passed away before Lunar New Year- which instead of penning my novel, I wrote an eugoly for her, and when I thought I got a job at March, I got unfortunately fired after enduring a week of hell. And hence I am on and off writing, like finishing my Midokirin fic-I want you, dabbling on random side projects and studying for my JLPT exam.
It wasn't until I decided to watch some K-dramas after watching Kpop Demon Hunters that finally broke away from my writer's block
I would say the chapter I really struggle is actually doing De Liang's backstory as honestly I am unsure what to do with him to be honest, as of now I am continuing the other parts, focusing on writing my expereinces of witnessing her deteriorating state, and just brainstorming ideas.
Just a peek, here is what I am writing
A loud beep echoed through the library, causing the students to give a deadpan stare to Lance, which he automatically clicked his phone to ‘silent mode’. Like a flash of lightning, he stumbled across an unusual article, ‘In search of a lost goddess in Mukan.’, Huh?
We have lost gods and goddesses? Sheepishly he looked through the article written by an amateur researcher.
“Even in the busyness of Mukan, there are pockets of worship made by immigrants from other lands- holding faith from their motherland- to tide them through a strange new land. However, they are far and between, and those who lived through the changing tides of its city would recount in memory, though not passed to their children and grandchildren after-
However the library went dark, upon reading through a certain goddess ‘Kun’, Lance murmured under his breath. According to one of the worshippers who know the goddess ‘Kun’ - Pek Chong, or affectionately known as Ah Pek spoke of her as a powerful mountain goddess who took care of harvest and the earth- his Donggang village which he said his great grandmother came from. Her telling the young Ah Pek about the goddess is one of the few tangible memories he recalled, as he briefly mentioned that she took patronage over a certain tea and would go to every supermarket to recreate that taste.
hi guys! i am once again asking you for financial support and will be eternally grateful for any and all help! <3
for the people who know of my escape my stupid baka country plan, here's an update: my partner and i met irl in january!! they proposed with the most beautiful ring and we are now engaged!!! 😭💗 it was amazing and genuinely the happiest time of my life, i miss it every second of every day. we're almost ready to send the application for a visa and then it's wait and hope for the best (and pray that the government doesn't fuck it all up for us yay). meanwhile, i still need the money to consistently pay the bills and feed my family, and we're gonna need to save lot of funds for the next steps of the visa process (sigh). fingers crossed!
thank you so much for everyone who support me how they can, you help me carve a better life for myself 💗
The ghosts that haunt us (Kpop Demon Hunters drabble)
A/N: So this is another idea which floated by, because of Rumi's dad, and me being a slut for demon boyfriend and human girl trope- I just have to write their backstory, though I would say that-it came out wayyyy differently than I think. It is mostly Gwi-Ma being bitchy and all LOL.
BTW the grove walking is inspired by the concept art by Scott Wantanabe, which kickstarted this idea LOL
Seong-Min waited patiently amidst the shimmering pink threads, bitting his lip bitterly. Gwi-Ma meanwhile metamorphized him from his flame form, into a grizzled old man staring at his now disgraced right-hand man in his glided cell, “You know Seong-Min, no…..” Gwi-Ma smirked cruelly, pulling a part of his flesh, forming a long pipe, which he leisurely form tobacco leaves, placing it at the small hole. “Min…..”, the smoke from the pipe soon clouded Seong Min’s lungs. “You must be thankful that I managed to pull you out from the devious hands of that hunter….”
Which one. Seong Min thought to himself, as he gazed over the faint shaodws that dance through the blinding snoke. “I am disappointed that you let your heart to be soft over a mere human, let alone, a hunter who can potentially ripped your heart out and send folk like us trapped beneath the honmoon, never able to feast upon human souls.”
Seong Min knew that protesting would not give Gwi-Ma the grace and forgiveness for such sins; instead, he kept silent, listening to his insults. “However, perhaps that is one saving grace, is that you tore the ‘Sunlight Sisters’ apart, and the Honmoon slowly disintegrating, perhaps I should command them to have their dance….”
That was not true, and not my intention at all. Seong-Min thought to himself bitterly. I was hoping that Celine would understand that not all demons are cruel and malicious.
But.
But.
Miyeong was the first to see beyond apperances that inner beauty shimmered through the darkness. She gave the hope and the purpose, that she bear his child-a symbol of their pure love- recalling the final moments of observing Rumi raising her chubby arm, grasping his long finger
My beloved.
“I’ll send you all the way down to the hell I'm in…” Gwim Ma’s voice pierced through Seong-Min’s ears. Then I will bear the consequences. Seong Min thought to himself, as he gazed over the moon bathing through his small cell, his patterns shimmering like Najeonchilgi boxes that is displayed in Miyeong’s room, which she narrated how her grandmother hid that jewellery box from the oppressers, that once as a mischevious child, allowed to touch it, as she finished her dancing practice- admiring the floating butterflies fluttering through the lacquer-like sky.
Perhaps in an another lifetime, they shall meet again without any secrets. Seong Min sighed a little. “Be safe, my little Rumi, someday I will find you back….” He closed his eyes- recalling a brief happy moment when they walked through the secret grove, with Rumi in his arms, gazing lovingly at him, not caring about the patterns that etched in his skin, gripping her small right hand to the silk ribbon
Mi Yeoung, without the heavy makeup leaning her head on his shoulder, quietly slipping her finger into Rumi’s tiny left hand.
“Soon she will be running around in this hill when we meet in secret….” Seong Min spoke calmly. “Would it be wonderful, if someday someone will accept her as she was….”
“Perhaps…” Mi Yeoung, like a Gwisin, she will forever haunt Seong Min’s mind, which he could only do, is count the days when someday he would be free, though impossible.
By the name they are called (Kpop Demon Hunters drabble)
A/N: So I have been obessed with Kpop Demon Hunters (In fact I watched that for the 3rd time), and I have two floating ideas for that show, one being Rumi's parents and another being this-Derpy and Sussie! So it is the post-canon fic when Rumi found Derpy and Sussie, BTW I have that random headcanon that Jinu actually named them, so Sussie is named after the actor of Jinu Hyo-Seop, and Derpy's Korean name means Clever and Widsom which is the opposite as he operated on that one brain cell LOL
So enjoy!!
Rumi gazed quietly at the cityscape, holding the dried notepad saying ‘Hello Friend’, nostalgic over the first meeting between Jinu’s spirit animals, the honmon swirled back and forth in its iridescent waves. It seems peaceful compared to the chaos that pierced through her heart, Jinu’s sad eyes gazing through her soul, giving his life to let her, Mira and Zoey defeat Gwi-Ma, still haunted her like a moment in a film over and over again.
Perhaps his companions-Hyo-Seop and Ji-Min will never come back after Rumi, Zoey, and Mira created the new Honmoon, perhaps it was for the best for them to be separated from the human world.
However Rumi was awoken with a gentle chirp. “Huh….” Rumi thought to herself, gingerly pulling the threads of the Honmon, forming Sain-geom that shimmer amidst the dark. Perhaps it could be a stray demon that escaped through the tears? However what she is greeted is a little magpie with three eyes-Hyo Seop staring quietly at her. “You?” The magpie cawed quietly, leading to a chuffing sound of the tiger-Ji Min.
“Eh?”
Ji Min stared at Rumi sadly, giving its head to nuzzle upon for comfort. “I know…..Jinu is….” Rumi swallowed back the tears, scratching its head with her fingers. The magpie gave a soft chrip, slowly flying from the edge of the porch, descended on her shoulders.
Perhaps Jinu send them back to me. Rumi thought quietly, as the duo allowed Rumi to express her unspoken feelings of relief and grief over the loss of Jinu.
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Sunlight soon descended on Rumi, which she is woken up to the comforting aroma of mugwort- Ji Min with its wide eyes stared at Rumi. Heh, I cried myself to sleep, well…. Ji Min, however nuzzle Rumi back.
Her blurry thoughts are interuppted by the excited shouts of Mira and Zoey. “Hey!!! You know that we have a food crawl at one of the cafes that Zoey scouted through….” Rumi panicked, hurriedly tucked Ji Min with the blanket, the tiger made a chuffing noise. “Just….be….”
“I will… be….” Rumi chuckled to herself.
Mira protested back. “Rumi, hey….no….”, however the tiger gazed over a dustbin stretched its paw trying to resist knocking over it. The magpie woken up from its slumber squaked quietly. “Wait, hold up, since when we have birds in the…..”
Rumi grinned sheepishly, covering Hyo Seop’s beak, hushing it. “Can you give me like….” before she could have the time to make the room as normal as possible, Zoey busted through the door with a smile. “We better hurry Rumi because we…..” a pair of yellow eyes gazed at Zoey. “What the….”, Zoey gingerly pulled the blankets out, revealing a tiger-staring at her happily. “Ok….it is so derpy….and…..” Zoey quickly hugged the tiger. “SO CUTE…..”, which Ji Min gave rubs to Zoey-purring at her.
Rumi sighed. “I can explain…well….” Zoey chuckled a little. “Well explain this cutie….” The magpie-Hyo Seop flew from the shelf, landing on Rumi’s shoulders. “…..Well, they are….Jinu’s friends…” Mira came in with a smug smile, only to drop her phone on the floor- her eyes gazed over the three-eyed magpie. “Wait Rumi, explain why is there a bird wearing the hat, and Zoey why are you…..” The tiger turned its head-staring at Mira, unfazed over her frown. The magpie slowly sighed and landed on Mira’s shoulder.
The tiger and magpie now gazed over Mira. “Well, believe it or not, I have a feeling that they liked me a lot, and….” Before Rumi could diverge that they are the wingmen (rather wing animals) to knowing Jinu, which is the key for her to understand her half-demon heritage, Zoey interrupted them. “Wel,l did they have names??”
“Well, I think, uhm….” Rumi forced herself to recall the names that Jinu told him, yeah at one point, during our so-called dates, he did name them…. but alas she blanked out over that memory. “I do not think so…” Zoey rubbed the tiger’s fluffy belly “Well this one is obvious- the one with the big cute yellow eyes is named Derpy-“
That name ‘Derpy’ sorta fit the tiger, well because Derpy the tiger looked like he has no brain cells left in its head.“And the one who is giving me a bombastic side eye….” Mira chided a little, which the magpie smirked at Rumi and Zoey. “He thinks I am suspicious and….”
“That is it…” Zoey shouted happily. “Suspcious, aka….Sussie….” The magpie- now called Sussie chriped to them. Mira sighed a little. “Huh, another secret, well are they good or…”
Perhaps it is the best, I did not tell them the real names. Rumi thought to herself, gazing at the current situation of Zoey happily rubbing Derpy’s belly and Mira doing a staring match, examing its brief happiness.
After all, they are still upset that Jinu betrayed me….
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A long time back.
Rumi and Jinu sat together at the small restaurant which he Rumi observed Rumi dousing herself in another glass of soju. “Hey you know….well….” Rumi meanwhile poured another glass, helping herself to grab a piece of soy-glazed fried chicken “Say…I cannot be calling them Horangi and Kkachi, it does not have a….”
Jinu gulped a little, “Actually I did name them…..” which he gingerly munched on Gyeran-jjim, nearly burning his tonuge from the steamed eggs. “Well, the bird’s name is Hyo-Seop….”, frowning that the magpie-Hyo-Seop held a chuckle beneath its beak “And the tiger, meanwhile is Ji-Min…”
“Ji-Min….well, it means clever and widsom and Hyo-Seop, filal piety and radiance”
Rumi smiled sadly. “That sounds like nice names….”
“Yeah, I wish I have these values, if I did not give myself to Gwi-Ma for riches and famer.”
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“Well they are good….” Rumi smiled between her teeth. At least Hyo and Ji Min could be called Derpy and Sussie now, their past association with Jinu, now long gone, like the changing honmoon
Though these names are so beautiful…… Rumi smiled quietly. “Yep, they are now Derpy and Sussie….”
Perhaps another day, Rumi would be able to tell the truth of Hyo and Ji-Min’s appearances to Zoey and Mira. For now, they are simply a reminder that everything will be alright.
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