lavender-hue

lavender hues (m)

fantasy au (reposted)

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: angst and fluff
word count: 13.094
warnings: sexual content 
author’s note: previously named ‘if these wings could fly’ in my old blog. I’m just reposting it with a new name. :)


Beauty. If someone asked you to define it, your mouth would probably go dry and your heart would flutter yearningly, freezing as the words turn heavy in your mind and dissolve in the tip of your tongue.

Beauty is short-lived but ubiquitous, a transparent but shimmering liquid running in rivulets through hidden alleyways and veiled landscapes that the eyes don’t notice unless they look twice. Beauty is found in the unexpected, in the withheld words of the timid poets, in longing stares and authentic, carefree laughs. Beauty is found in what the eyes can see, in what the ears can hear, in the deep reverie of the colorful minds and in the dreams held close to the heart.

Beauty is fleeting and you’re unable to grasp it. All your life you’ve chased it, extended your hands towards it, longed to touch it with your fingertips. But your steps are slow and your hands are ungifted, and you can only imagine what it would be like to create beauty, to have the hands of those that are able to reflect love and joy and pain in books and paintings.

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storm

the sun whispered her silent plea
into the heavens for a quenching rain
to ease her searing heart
her unanswered cries turned to ashes
they lingered briefly
on a glass lake of broken promises
smouldering
then drowning
until they lay on fertile ground
in the serenity of her dream she knew
just how much she loved the storm
his calming breeze
his cooling rain
her ashes lingered
the watery depths
of hope’s murky waters
she could feel her storm in the distance
the thunderous echo of his pulse resounding
knowing he too could sense her lament
she was consoled only briefly
she pondered
would he ever know that this celestial sky
with its bruised blue and lavender hues
had always belonged to him
made only for him
in the stillness of her waiting
two dark birds perched gracefully
in tangled branches
and began to rue with longing
even they knew
the melancholy tune of a lost love
her illuminating beams of light grew dim
she drowned in hope
waiting with an eager patience
desiring that calm hidden in the eye
of her most perfect and holy storm
that was to come

Brie

Timed Prompt (10 min)

  • Prompt: Photo (below)

Music drones in his ears as his last note comes to a close. Heavy, passionate eyelids open to welcome the blinding lights hailing above in opulent shades of lime green, lavender and royal blue hues. Kyungsoo’s lips fall onto to the mic once more for the subtle adlibs to end the song before the music cuts off. It’s over, and the crowd encompasses him in a roaring applause.

He almost forgets; forgets that they are on stage in the face of millions. But the passion swarming just below the surface takes him elsewhere. He berates himself, because how could he forget? How could he forget that while enjoying the unyielding influxes of praises, Jongin sits on the side of the stage in his lonesome. An injury he has, one which doesn’t allow him to stand among his band mates, but that doesn’t stop him and Kyungsoo is proud of that.

Before he knows it, he’s walking toward said male who sits on a round ivory stool. Curled eyes and a bright smile greet him as he draws near, and once again, he hears his conscious buzzing about his lack of mental capacity.

Jongin mouths something that he can’t quite hear, and Kyungsoo removes the earplug in his ear and bends over to listen closely. A nod of understanding later, he smiles before leaning over to listen to Jongin once again.

Apparently, something is wrong with Jongin’s mic as he fiddles with the cylindrical object in his palms. Having sparse knowledge with stage technology, Kyungsoo isn’t well equipped to handle such a task. But the concentration exuding from Jongin’s face is irresistible, and he sticks around to see if he’ll be able to fix the problem.

Jongin crosses a leg over the other as he sits up, and Kyungsoo bends his body to accommodate the large distance again.

“Jongin,” he says, though the man doesn’t make any movement to acknowledge he’s heard anything, “Jongin,” he calls, but the other lacks a response again. Kyungsoo chuckles, hands luring to the object of Jongin’s obsession. “Let me see…” he takes it and works with the mic, but to no avail.

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Merry Christmas ♥ ✨

Everyone please go read @inktae ‘s masterpiece: Lavender Hues.

I cried reading this piece when it was posted some time ago, and it’s not because of the plot (not all of it at least), but because Mari’s writing is so beautiful you can only stop whatever you’re doing and read, read and read, enjoying every single word, every description and metaphor, until you’re done and you need to read it again to drink in every detail.

I was desolate when I first read it because I knew I’d never reach the level of beauty she achieves with each work she creates, but god I after the first two paragraphs I didn’t even care, I was crying like a child all throughout the piece because it really is a sublimely crafted piece of art, delicate and intricate and just so well put together.

I never do this. I never ever do this, but this is one of my favourite pieces and you should cherish and love it and shower Mari with love because she’s an incredible writer, a great inspiration, and foremost, an amazing human being. If I’m here it’s because I was once inspired by her talent… so THANK YOU MARI FOR SHARING YOUR WORK WITH US.

her storm

the sun whispered her silent plea
into the heavens for a quenching rain
to ease her searing heart
her unanswered cries turned to ashes
that lingered briefly
on a glass lake of broken promises
smouldering
drowning
until they lay on fertile ground

in the serenity of her dream she knew
just how much she loved the storm
his calming breeze
his cooling rain

her ashes lingered the watery depths
of hope’s murky waters

she could feel her storm in the distance
the thunderous echo of his pulse resounding
knowing he too could sense her lament
she was consoled
only briefly

she pondered

would he ever know that this celestial sky
with its bruised blue and lavender hues
had always belonged to him
made only for him

in the stillness of her waiting
two dark birds perched
gracefully between tangled branches
and began to rue with longing
even they knew the melancholy tune
of a lost love

her illuminating beams of light grew dim
as she drowned in hope
waiting with an eager patience
desiring that calm hidden in the eye
of her most perfect and holy storm
that was to come

Sabrina

A Glimpse into the Past VI

“You’re still breathing..good. Seems your tenacity is proving stubborn to break child. No matter, I’m more than certain your will shall shatter,” the Bishop loomed over me as I remained curled on the floor of the dungeon. Dirt and blood covering my form as I stare up at him helplessly. “You say I’m insane, over zealous in my teachings. Well I’ve returned to prove that insanity only molds the truth within this world.” His orbs soon taking a lavender hue as a hand reached out with the same glow to it. “Let’s start to break and reform that sinful mind of yours.”

‘Shadow magic?! He’s..he’s no holy man!’ my eyes wide in fear for the sheer sight of it was something of blasphemy. Tendrils would snake from his palm growing in length until constricting me in place, my only reaction being to try to escape them.

My grunt of struggle and defiance bringing an eerie smile to the corner of his lips. “Keep struggling,child. They will only get tighter the more you do.” His words held truth as the tendrils continued their constricting the more I struggled. Turning his palm toward me, a blast that seared my mind cause an ear piercing scream to come from my lips and mind. The reaction seemed to bring him pleasure in knowing my suffering. “Charles..a name for a poor man. A thief. Let’s try to make sure that name brings nothing but misery shall we?” Another funnel of shadow magic struck my mind causing every sensory to become overloaded. My breathing panicked as I scream again in agony. “You are weak-minded child. Give in. Let me show you salvation and purity.” His actions ceased, but tendril still in place. My mind reeling with pain as I could barely manage to breathe. The Bishop’s hand extending to the side, a rift opening to usher some abomination into this dungeon. So tentacles clung and curled around the edge of the rift, one looming eye peering around for its victim until setting its focus on me. “Go on my pet, feast on her mind, her being. I want nothing more than her obedient shell.”

My legs kick out, it being the only thing he hadn’t bound as I scream, my eyes taking a lavender hue for a split second as I call out to him. If anyone, please be him. *Charles!*

anonymous asked:

I just want you to know that lavender hues was beautifully written and a great story! Your stories never cease to amaze me and you're a truly great writer. Thank you so much for sharing your stories with us ❤

you’re so nice, thank you for reading ;v; hope you have a great day!

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you that Lavender Hues is hands down the best fic I've ever read. The wording is smooth and glides through the mind, and the concept is amazing and fits the whole aura of Jimin so very well. I shed many tears reading this, and there's a part of me that can see myself within this story. I'm in love with your writing and your ideas, and I look so very forward to more Jimin fics (and others) in the future. All the love. ❤

Anonymous said: I FRIGFEN LOVE LAVENDAR HUES SOOO MUCH OMGJDJCJSJX ITS AMAZING AND THE WAY YOU WROTE IT MAKES IT BEAUTIFUL

Anonymous said: Oh my goddddd lavender hues made me cry so much I hate you but I also love you aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

Anonymous said: I just read Lavender Hues and I read all of them and holy cow are you amazing at writing THANK YOU FOR WRITING ITTTT

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh I fangirled so hard when I saw you reposted ITWCF/Lavender Hues! (I love the new title it’s so pretty). It’s one of my faves & I still distinctly remember how much I loved it when you posted it on your old blog. From Jimin’s characterisation to their relationship and the emotions, everything was so beautifully written it’s one of the best fics I’ve ever read (and I’ve read a lot haha). Also I keep hearing the “If my wings could fly” part from their outro whenever I read the title 😂

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I feel so full of love rn, thank you guys, you are all insanely kind ❤

Storm Wood

Starter @multiversenaruto

In the midst of a raging storm stood a tiny woman, her stature petite only standing at four feet and eleven inches. Her snow white tresses whipping around her face and body as the wind blew around here changing directions having no real course. A large dragon head lowered near her as she stood on the edge of the cliff on a small island. The large sea dragon’s serpent like body wrapped around the island as he guarded it and the ruler of this land.

Earlier in the day before the sun began to set, the clouds constantly covering the sun only letting it peek out on rare occasions. She had just gotten back from a journey the Fates had sent her on several days ago. She was still adjusting back to being in her on realm once again, her normal way of feeding going back to normal, her eyes going back to the lavender hue and cat like slit pupils. Giving her an animal-like appearance, along with her fangs being able to lengthen from her gums in her mouth.

Enzeru’s emotions had been up and down since her return, the link she had with a man in her life once again had been severed. Her mind was healing from this,at the moment her emotions were raging fueling the storm around the realm, She had to be outside even with the violent nature of the storm it gave her comfort.