shade-without-color
shade-without-color
They become each other homes, a getaway in storms
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Tagged: Shade-without-color "Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion"-T.S Eliot So a blog about my writings, both original and fanfic! So say hello to me!
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shade-without-color · 1 month ago
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shade-without-color · 2 months ago
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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.
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shade-without-color · 2 months ago
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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!!
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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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shade-without-color · 2 months ago
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Thank you soooo much!!!
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You are too sweet!!
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A dance that begins now comes to its end. [Read it at A03]
This morning, as I am just recovering from an illness- I was texted by @fawn-eyed-girl (Thank you sooo much for reading this tale) that she finished beta-reading through this tale, 3 years ago- I conceived this story in a whim- trying to establish Midokirin as its own fandom despite that I am the only person in the damn paddleboat (Following by a few others). I would say that my story is simply capturing lightning in a little bottle.
A little bottle which the wonders and horrors of womanhood intermingled in this dark and unforgiving world. I would say this story gave me an outlet to pour my heartbreak and joy (Yes that Midoriko having her female rage era chapter, actually I reread it and I was indeed very pissed off then).
And with all fairytales, there is a point that it must end, which I knew for a long time but it perhaps took its sweet time.
I want to give a shoutout to the few who journeyed with me through this tale- @serial-doubters-club who suggested this idea about a dance in a field, and love gazed upon a dancing stranger, @eliza-faust-diary for the gorgeous art for Turtle island and actually following my story through the very end and Swim (Wherever you are, love ya!) for praising my story for its poetry and beauty.
I would say lately, I am finding myself unable to write- as my words are simply robbed by personal circumstances (Especially right now as I am focusing on my Japanese studies) but I will come back, as I am planning to go to the @asanoyaexchange to see if I can capture that spark back.
But for now, I thank you all for following through my fairytale
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shade-without-color · 2 months ago
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A dance that begins now comes to its end. [Read it at A03]
This morning, as I am just recovering from an illness- I was texted by @fawn-eyed-girl (Thank you sooo much for reading this tale) that she finished beta-reading through this tale, 3 years ago- I conceived this story in a whim- trying to establish Midokirin as its own fandom despite that I am the only person in the damn paddleboat (Following by a few others). I would say that my story is simply capturing lightning in a little bottle.
A little bottle which the wonders and horrors of womanhood intermingled in this dark and unforgiving world. I would say this story gave me an outlet to pour my heartbreak and joy (Yes that Midoriko having her female rage era chapter, actually I reread it and I was indeed very pissed off then).
And with all fairytales, there is a point that it must end, which I knew for a long time but it perhaps took its sweet time.
I want to give a shoutout to the few who journeyed with me through this tale- @serial-doubters-club who suggested this idea about a dance in a field, and love gazed upon a dancing stranger, @eliza-faust-diary for the gorgeous art for Turtle island and actually following my story through the very end and Swim (Wherever you are, love ya!) for praising my story for its poetry and beauty.
I would say lately, I am finding myself unable to write- as my words are simply robbed by personal circumstances (Especially right now as I am focusing on my Japanese studies) but I will come back, as I am planning to go to the @asanoyaexchange to see if I can capture that spark back.
But for now, I thank you all for following through my fairytale
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shade-without-color · 3 months ago
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Run, quickly, faster and faster, So that sorrow doesn't catch up to you [Link @ A03]
There is a mention of mild body horror, do take care of yourself in this fanfic
Well this blog is not dead, it has been written but not edited by @fawn-eyed-girl whom we both have faced not so great situations (With me being in a different season- trying to study for my JPTL exam in July), "I want You' is coming to a close, I say which I have so many positive feelings about that fanfic, as it is almost like a novel to me.
I hope someday, to be able to write again, as I love creating little different worlds.
In the meanwhile, enjoy the following chapter!
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shade-without-color · 5 months ago
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Well I would say that the past week was not the greatest due to personal circumstances but I finally got an icon and an artwork for the most ungirly sass queen Jael from my WIP 'What is a God to a mountain ", in fact this commission from @brain-rot-hour was for my Bluesky account as I am planning to differentiate myself from my usual socials.
My idea is to make Jael so relatable and so down to earth, and me loving bubble tea, this makes me want to get back to my book again.
So please support them at that time, especially with the health issues they faced recently.
So once again thank you for helping me out !
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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How to Start Writing Again When the Spark Fades
Sometimes the well of creativity runs dry, leaving you staring at a blank page with nothing but frustration. But trust that the art of writing is as much about the journey as it is about the destination. Here are some ideas to help you reconnect with your writing practice when you feel like your passion has dimmed.
Redefine Your Environment Consider taking a deliberate step outside your usual writing space. The environment in which you work can drastically affect your mindset and creative flow. Even if it’s setting up in a different corner of your home, finding refuge in a local café, or enjoying the subtle distractions of a park bench, a change in scenery often signals a mental reset. This isn’t about permanent relocation, just a simple shift can break the monotony and stir new ideas that have been hiding in plain sight.
Embrace Imperfection The pressure to produce perfect prose can be paralyzing. Give yourself permission to create something imperfect yet honest. Think of every sentence you write as a rough sketch, a necessary experiment in understanding your own voice. When you allow yourself the space to write without the weight of perfection, you invite experimentation and genuine self-expression. That freedom lies at the heart of rediscovering why you fell in love with writing in the first place.
Set Incremental Goals for Continuous Momentum When the idea of diving into a full chapter feels overwhelming, scale back to manageable, bite-sized projects that feel achievable. Instead of demanding a polished page, challenge yourself to write a paragraph or even a single sentence each day. These micro-goals build a foundation of small successes, gradually restoring confidence and momentum. Over time, these consistent efforts enrich your creative reservoir, proving that every little step is indeed a victory.
Engage Deeply in the Process of Freewriting Allow yourself to spill thoughts onto the page without judgment or expectation. Freewriting is an exercise in vulnerability and self-exploration, offering you a space to unburden tangled ideas and unexpected insights. In these unfiltered moments, you might stumble upon a germ of an idea or a rediscovered passion that rekindles your creative fire. Embracing this unstructured approach can transform an intimidating blank page into an open canvas of potential you haven't tapped back into.
Rekindle Old Inspirations There is power in revisiting the work and moments that first ignited your creative spirit. Even if it’s rereading an old journal entry, rediscovering a favorite piece of literature, or reflecting on the stories that once moved you, reconnecting with your past inspirations can shed new light on your present creative journey. This reflective practice not only reminds you of your original passion but may also reveal new directions for your current writing endeavors.
Create a Consistent, Loving Writing Routine Creating a structured yet gentle routine can help reestablish your relationship with writing. Treat your writing time as a vital appointment, a moment carved out just for you. Even if inspiration seems scarce, the simple act of sitting down, opening your notebook, and letting words flow without self-censorship can be incredibly healing. Over time, this practice transforms writing from an obligation into a ritual of self-discovery and mindfulness.
Connect with a Community That Understands Engaging with fellow writers can remind you that you’re not alone in this struggle. The shared experience of creative highs and lows can be profoundly comforting. Join writing groups, participate in online forums, or simply reach out to someone whose work inspires you. These interactions foster a sense of belonging and accountability, encouraging you to keep writing even when the path isn’t clear. In the gentle exchange of ideas and feedback, there is often a spark that reignites your dedication.
Every writer’s journey is unique, filled with ebbs and flows. If you’re feeling disconnected, know that these moments are integral to growth. Embrace each phase as an opportunity to rediscover writing on its own terms, and allow your passion to guide you back into the words you love. If you need any advice from me, never be afraid to send me an ask.
Until next time, Rin T.
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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DAMN IT this is sooo gorgeous, that I have to write a story based on it as it remind me of 'I want you everything' universe
[Read it at A03] (I MAY NOT BE INSPIRED BY MY OTP Geralt and Yen from the Witcher series LOL)
Kirinmaru shook his head, withholding the reasons why he cared so much for Midoriko. “Just be patient with yourself, Nishi….it will….” which the transition of the secluded forest into a bustling marketplace- Shousei frowned upon a certain woman-wearing a lilac kimono with a crimson and black obi wrapped around her waist looking through rows of pottery, which she took a elegant pouch passing “Can I take 3 plates…”  Kirinmaru could recongize that elegant tone. “Why the heck does she look so famillar, she looks way too elegant to be your wife, Nishi” ,Shousei blurted quickly, unaware that Kirinmaru is lost in his own world, amidst the smoky aroma  grilled vegetables, and freshly cut herbs in the marketplace, that he can pick out a floral note amidst the maddening crowd. “This woman looks like a wife of a merchant …..”  And he know of one woman that smelt like him.
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Happy birthday, @shadewithoutcolour!
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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[Read it at A03]
Soooo this one-shot is something different, because yer gal has watched Sirens of the Deep (yes that Netflix Witcher film, though TBH Nightmare of the Wold is sooooo much better), which I am inspired by Geralt being haunted by Yennefer's presence which TBH it is so hot.
And Geralt and Yen being my utmost favourite fictional couples, here is a little one-shot of Geralt haunted by Yennefer,and the ending which has a twist.
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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God to Mountain WIP #5:今でもあなたは私の光。
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Hey everyone, I suppose we enter 2025- so I hope that year would be easy for you, so I think you will like an update on working on 'What is a God to a Mountain"
(Today's title came from a lyric from Lemon by Kenshi Yonezu)
You may follow that I have been visiting my grandma a lot in hospital, trying to bring cheer as much as I can.
First of all I did my first pitch event in Bluesky, which is so scary but I receive so much warmth and encouragement for pitching "What is a God to a Mountain" which I wanted to work at the best I could.
You can say I was riding on cloud 9, finishing chapters like a boss- though I really struggle with my consistency.
As John Lennon sang in "Beautiful Boy"- Life is what happens to you While you're busy making other plans", at the end of January- my Por Por passed on, after 2 months of her fighting an infection and her dementia robbing her physical body. It was funny, as we did her home visit to do a small Lunar New Year celebration- I felt a certain melancholy upon walking over the neighbourhood and the flat where she stayed, and perhaps I am too prophetic that she is gone.
I would say, my brain really shut down and I was playing that song upon my way to the hospital to say my farewells to her, perhaps the only thing I wrote during the wake/funeral (And my sister too) is her eulogy. And for that moment, I feel so stuck without inspiration to come back to normalcy- which I sob over a bowl of Bubor Cha Cha (A Singaporean/Malaysian dessert which is a coconut soup with boiled sweet potato, taro and tapioca bits), which my Por Por made the tapoica bits so well, or going to church to see the kids calling an older woman "Nai Nai" (That is Mandarin for Grandma), I would say it has not been easy to actually be inspired, in fact some days I did not write so religiously because I am still easing myself to that new normal.
What I am glad that she give me approval for doing my JPTL test and immortalising her life into "What is a God to a Mountain", which speaking about it- I am going to work backwards for Jael to actually understand and know 'Grandma Feng', and introduce a friend soon because I feel that I am staggering so long in De Liang's backstory (Though it is going to end soon), so I am going to paint her as a woman of her times, a picture of resilience and sacrifice- and build that outsider perspective here.
Por Por, if you are reading this from heaven, raising hell with my Gong Gong, please be proud of what I do and watch us.
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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Not Ms Murakami, but….. (A SessSan Drabble)
A/N: Well I just forget in the spam of time, that it was @serial-doubters-club birthday! (Thanks IRL matters), I just want to say a huge thank you Serial for floating me upon a very shaky raft which is 'Midokirin', allowing me to fulfil the biggest fic "I want you" and now being excited for my novel "What is a God to a Mountain".
This drabble, I thought would fit you, knowing your background in teaching, without the glamourous parts which is admin work and constant meetings (I have a sibling who is a teacher too). And I hope this will be relatable to you, and given it is SessSan, I hope you enjoy it, despite it is rough as lately I am trying to get back to writing again
Sango slumped her shoulders a little at the staff room, looking through the reports that she has to collate to her department head Mr Higashi.
It feels like it will never end…
Maybe it will never…
Mountains of reports formed on the tables, that one step that she would take, it would flutter along the floor, little pings in her laptop reminding her of the never ending meeting with other teachers collaberating on plans on what to do with that kid, what is the status of the next semester.
At that moment Sango realized through the sticky note of a little calico cat curled up, that she was reminded that she needed to send Ms Takaya- presentation notes involving telling international teachers about the usage of technology in their school.
It seems to never end.
And it is Wednesday.
Not just Wednesday, it is Wednesday afternoon- which she has to unfortunately stay back for the track and field club.
To be honest, there is nothing to look forward. Sango sighed to herself, as she grabbed that another round of instant coffee, that she bought from the discount store in Japan which sadly is running out, like her social battery.
That is until, Sesshomaru a new teacher came in, confidently finishing his reports for the day, all neatly labelled, passing it to the literature head— Hitomiko  Sango twitched an eyebrow. Huh he looks so fucking famillar. Sango frowned a little. 
“Hey….Mr Taisho….”
Sesshomaru blinked a little, seeing Sango’s exhausted expression, he could not tell if she drank too much coffee or the mountain of reports swalllowing her like a levanthian who swam too many miles- desperate to grab anything in his grasp. “Ms Murakami…..” Sesshomaru need not to add more. “I have passed your desk too many times. You seem overwhelmed…..”
A little cold. Sango thought to herself. And perhaps a little too blunt.
Sesshomaru gave a small smile. “Hey, you know what….”, Sango chewed her lip a little. “What time is your Track and Field club starting….” Sango look through her phone’s calander. “I think 2pm…..”, before she could continue, Sesshomaru held her hand tightly, causing her heart to race a little. “Maybe we should get some fresh air, away from kids would be a good change….”
Maybe I should? Sango thought to herself, as she took a small bag with her esstenials, gazing over the mountain of reports. If I keep staring at these, I would go mad……
Sango begrudgingly changed her chat status from online to away. 
Maybe it will do me good, to actually get away from the many meetings, instead of me staring like it was in the scene from “The Office”
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At Cafe Tuki.
Sango heave a sense of relief, drinking the sea-salt honey latte, and Sesshomaru meanwhile took himself a herbal cold brew. 
That place seems nice, no annoying teenagers doing dances upon a certain platform, no calls or texts from parents demanding why their child is punshined. For that moment, she is just a regular young adult enjoying normal things. 
That seems nice.
Sesshomaru did not give his opinions on how Sango would manage the mountain of admin tasks, but glad she could take a breather. “For that moment, I do not feel like a secretary pulling my hair out….” Sango is surprised that, despite joining the school a few weeks back, he seems like a good companion to confide in. “I dunno if I am doing enough, or if the kids like me….”
Amidst the chill lofi music playing softly in the background- Sesshomaru broke his completaive slience. “I am only at Hokusei High school for a few months, only teaching the class of bright minds, but I see that you-Ms Murakami work day in and out, trying to raise a bunch of youth that are wayward….” Sesshomaru smiled a little. “I was too used to teach in a prviate school, where they have the sliver spoon in their mouths, but this enviroment feels so different but yet I want to make it the best like you did with these kids, I see you at afternoons making sure they have clean clothes, and you give Javier a space to draw and fidget during class- knowing that he has ADHD…..”
“Huh…” Sango chuckled to herself. “Someone like me, well I am just nobody….Mr Taisho…I don’t even know what I am doing….”
“Hey drop that….” Sesshomaru stopped Sango’s self-doubt. “I think Sesshomaru is fine, I am not a student after all, to be honest…” 
Sesshomaru shook his head.
“Anyway, just do not over-think it…..Ms Murakami….”Sango felt her cheeks burning a little, which she looked over the watch again, it read now as ‘1.40’ 
“Oh, hey you know what Sesssho….” Sango tried her best not to say “Mr Taisho” again. “I gotta run….oh you can stop calling me Ms Murakmi, call me Sango”, Sesshomaru observed Sango having the slight skip in her step, as if refreshed by the words of Sesshomaru. “See ya soon….”
‘Well you are welcome….’
Sesshomaru, now able to have a breather, took that alone time to take his ipad to jot down a plan to discuss ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ themes in a fun manner. 
Hope that Ms Murakami, no Sango is feeling better right now, and perhaps able to tackle what is to come.
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.
That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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I am coming, tell everyone that I am coming home [Read it at A03]
Do note this chapter contain explicit sexual content, and bodily violence- do take care of yourselves <3
Hello everyone, since it is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and that year being the Year of the Snake! Those who celebrate it, have a prosperous new year, may it be the year of transformation and rebirth like the snake.
In case why there is an extra afternote before this chapter, so I explain it here , it has not been easy for me to accept the new reality of my Por Por passing on, and let alone, being a few days before the celebration- and it is only recently that I am able to try my best to get back to my usual routine, of studying Japanese and working on my novel, though I feel the aches sometimes.
I would like to thank @fawn-eyed-girl, for not only helping me to edit this chapter, but also being a great support in sharing my feelings on witnessing my grandma's demise by sharing her story to her, @serial-doubters-club and also the @feudalconnection discord group for allowing me to bounce my feelings upon this trying time, witnessing her dementia and infection flaring by.
Anyway, enjoy this little chapter.
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shade-without-color · 7 months ago
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Seek seek what could the eye reach. [Read it at A03]
This chapter contain mentions of body horror, death and sexual content, feel free to step in if needed.
So happy 2025! (I know so belated), and you may notice why I am silent as I tried my first pitching at Bluesky for my original novel: What is a God to a Mountain, and working on it, while dealing with witnessing the deterioration of my Cantonese maternal grandma (Which today's chapter I am dedicating this for her), I am surprised why I want to write female characters who are feisty yet kind in such a harsh world because it came from her, who witnessing occupation and chaos- to possess intelligence and strength to raise her daughters.
I suppose I can write Midoriko so comfortably as she is a part of the extension of my grandma <3
Anyway enough of me being sentimental, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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shade-without-color · 8 months ago
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God to Mountain WIP #4: Seeking the connections of all...
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First of all, I apologised for the sporadic update, since the end of last month, I am dealing with the fluctuating of my 婆婆 (Cantonese for Maternal grandmother)'s health due to her dementia and honestly, it has been mentally tough, hence why my writing has slowed.
So I will share my updates under this cut.
Last month, I went to Writers' festival which to this point I have such a bad block of how to make Jael less of a Mary Sue (I unfortunately caught ill during this period, so I was not fully present for the workshops I attended, and took a few days off to actually recover) until one of the workshops which one of the participants suggest I want to work on Jael's curiosity and slowly bubble to desire, which actually broke that problem which ever since it flow, until the next event.
Regarding my grandma's health, with visits which can be done once or twice a week, it is saddening to see my grandma who has been the main caretaker aside from the parents to see her being silent, and unresponsive- it was perhaps the most painful thing which I wish she would pass quickly, and at times she would be alert and ask about us, it has been draining AF, at times I have to pause writing (And working on my Japanese learning) to either watch Dungeon Meshi or Charlotte Dobre on youtube, and pouring unto an elderly lady character- Grandma Feng (I knew from the conception of my idea that I always wanted Jael to have the most unexpected human connection with her landlady, which I based it on her character and living situation on her and my high school memories), is very therapeutic as I began to narrate her tales to people close to my circle.
Funny enough during this time, I happen to be reading "Let's Talk about Loneliness" by Simeone Heng (which was recommended by a Writers Festival participant) and this book really moulded how I approach Jael's arc to deepen major connections and bridge minor connections, especially this upsetting time that I want to reach for friends for support.
Perhaps like Jael, I am looking for new connections that are not just micro, but deeper to combat my loneliness...
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I am ending with this little excerpt I wrote during this mad time. Wishing all a gentle and peaceful holiday season, and perhaps hold your relatives and family ever so tightly.
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shade-without-color · 9 months ago
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All you gotta do is just meet me at the chat
A/N: So hello, as you know, yer girl is working on her original novel, "What's a God to a mountain", so today I call this my break fanfic (because I am gonna work on the next few chapters, as the first 5 were draggy AF), this idea has been there for a super long time, since last year- which I explore the Ball Boy friendship squad-Kogane, Hinata, Tsukishima, Kumini, Kindaichi and Goshiki having fun., it supposed to be a Twitter fic but however I write it too long, so I will do as Tumblr/A03 thing if I am able to format it.
Enjoy!
Song title is from APT by Rose ft. Bruno Mars
Sometimes friendship held them in simple moments, and Kogane, exhausted from long practice, hurriedly ran to his room, ignoring the vacuum noises from the living room, and his younger sister Yoshi grabbing honey butter potato chips from the cupboard, plopping his gym bag down the floor. Kogane’s hands gripping the phone- as he typed his first message unto his newly made phone chat group which he named it as “Training Group Donburis”, which Kogane texted his first message. “Hey….👋” he held his phone perhaps a little too tightly, in pure anticipation for that message.
How has you….
Shit…. Kogane thought to himself, my grammar is wrong. Uhm 
How is everyone?
Sounds too much like Aone-senpai
Kogane saw a name which he thought to himself, watching dots dancing back and forth  “well would 10/10 reply to the chat”, Kogane gazed over the name of sender-Hinata.
“Kogane!”
Hurriedly Kogane texted Hinata back “Hinata” 
“Oh forget, I am well-I am told off by coach that my serves are a little off and oh baka-yama just screamed at me…
🤣
Kogane smiles happily ashe slowly unpacked his bag- taking out one of the textbooks on engineering, while flipping through one of the heavy chapters, seeing another speech bubble of Goshiki enthusiastically sending a cat hello gif 
Kindaichi texted indifferent ‘Sup
Kogane smiles a little. “Hope you are okay.”
Just recovered from a fever… it kinda sucks 😩Kindaichi repiled to the chat. Well I feel shitty with the cough
Hinata and Kogane texted the sad emoji over Kindaichi’s message. Another message popped from Hinata.
“Get well soon!! Onion head…”
Kindaichi texted back. “Thanks guys…”
That moment a 🙄 appeared on the chat. Kogane spam the chat with the long text tsukkkkkiiiiiiiiiiii 🌙🌙🌙🌙 are you ok!!!
Tsukishima texted the chat. Geez, send your well wishes to Kindaichi privately 😩
Hyakuzawa texted quietly and plainly to the chat group. “Kumi… sorry, make sure you hydrate…”
‘Sup Hyakuzawa’ Kindaichi texted back. Thanks, I am, my dad have to restrain me to stop playing…
“It is good to rest..” Kogane cannot help but to be weirdly impressed that Hyakuzawa adopted himself as the source of wisdom for that rambunctious group chat. Kindaichi “Coach told me, if we do not slow down, it will get worse….”
Kogane watched Hinata texted furiously back to Hyakuzawa  “Hey Hyaku thanks for helping me tutor maths yesterday night!! How are your cats Kinako and Mitarashi”, unaware that Tsukishima left the group chat, obsessed over Hyakuzawa sending a picture of the two cats giving a hug- Kinako-a beige cat with golden eyes and Mitarashi- a dark tabby with green eyes holding them tightly, which Hyakuzawa texted below. “They are well.”
Hyakuzawa added “For Goshiki, since he wanted to see more of them, this is from yesterday’s study session with Hinata.”
Goshiki replied back to the adorable picture  “Awww!! I am jealous Hinata get to see them…” Kogane texted a 😍 to the chat. Hinata replied. “Maybe you should come and study with us….Goshiki-Kun, Mitarshi is a great cheerleader to me.. and so Hyakuzawa…unlike a certain…”
Goshiki furiously texted back to Hinata. “Yes! When? How?”
Kogane cannot help but to laugh at the furious texting between Hinata and Goshiki of how adorable Hyakuzawa’s cats are. 
“Akira-Kun, how are you….” Kogane typed hastily, thinking to himself about the newly minted friendship between Goshiki and Hinata, it is funny if Hinata is not a freak in volleyball- he is indeed the freak of flattery, and it is frightening than his freak tosses. 
Kumini send a picture of him, making a peace sign at the school’s volleyball court. “Sorry, I still have practice, I am on clean up duty…”  Kogane texted back to him. “You can do it, you know what? I saw a new salted caramel popcorn at the local konibini, perhaps someday I can pass it to you, when we meet for katsudon…”
Kumini texted him back with a 👍. Kogane appreciated Kumini’s observant texts- “Hang in there you are almost done…” Kogane searched through Tsukishima’s number- and added him on the chat group. “Speaking of which…” Goshiki texted to the chat group. “Yeah, have you thought where and when…”
Kogane pondered a little. “Yeah I am looking over, I am thinking of visiting my cousin Harada’s Katsudon store for lunch and we can go over to the shopping streets to buy desserts and coffee….”, Kogane quickly looked over his phone to see if he had a text message from his aunt about the promotion menu, which he send the group chat, pictures of the menu, which he purposefully tagged Tsukishima with a text. 
Tsukki? Is there something you like?
Tsukishima texted quietly. Kogane, I do not want to be in the chat….but fine….
It looks good.
Is it good with you guys. Kogane texted to the chat group, noticing that Tsukishima once again leaving the group chat, I better add him again , Kogane thought to himself looking at the replies with thumbs up with Kumini texting back. ‘Looks good…”
“Let me know, if it clashes with your practices, as I can reserve the spot for you guys….” Kogane texted back to the chat group. Before he could continue the text group, his younger sister- Yoshi gazed over her taller older brother. “Nii-chan, what are you doing…”
Kogane blurted quietly, nearly dropping the textbook and phone on the floor “Well, chatting with friends from the Training camp, we are thinking of meeting up at Harada-san’s for dinner.” Yoshi rolled her eyes “Eww, like a teenage girl gossiping about boys and the latest crushes of boy groups, help mum out in taking out the plates for dinner- if you are done with your homework….”
 “Alright….” Kogane groaned a little, picking up the book and phone, placing it on the table, at least he has something to look forward to for the weekend, should the schedules align for a nice meal at Harada-san’s donburi restaurant and following by walking around the quaint shopping streets, taking takayakis and konbini food on the go. 
That sounds super fun.
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