regal red


I’ve finished one more Balkan Field Journal and I think it’s going to be the last for now. I’ll move on to some bigger books next.

The book turned out quite well. The contrast between the bright red leather and the gilding is quite pleasing to the eye. The emphasis of the decoration is mainly on the gilded borders on the covers, inside as well as outside.

This small blank journal could be the perfect companion on travels in nature or on a dark city night.


modern tudor queens: mary queen of scots

Dear Damian Part 7 (Older! Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: okay guys, before you get your hopes up thinking that this is going to end happily, let me just tell you right now, that this will not end well. Thank you all for all your support and kind words throughout this series (even though I definitely don’t deserve it for putting you guys through all this) But, without further ado, presenting Dear Damian, the 7th and final part. :D

(Reader is a female)

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6

Tagging: @isabellegunawan @gothxmsirxns @loverbug1123@maruthor @the-singing-canary @somestuff101s (who, by the way, made some AMAZING fanart for Dear Damian Part 6 that is right here) @cuddles-for-cassie and @preppygothica

Warning: THE ANGST!!!! There is no happy ending, sorry

Word count: 850

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My dearest reader,

You have no idea how much I want to tell you that you were miraculously revived, brought to a hospital, or thrown in the Lazarus pit. I want so badly to tell you that this has all been a nightmare, that in any moment, you would wake up next to Damian, ready to begin a new day with the love of your life. But sadly, this is the real world. We don’t always get a happy ending, sometimes the world is a cruel place that aims to break you and what you believe in, it will often take away what matters to you the most. But all you need to do, is find closure, and only then can you move on.

Be well reader, with much love,


He would never see you smile again, never hear your voice or laugh ringing in his ears, never see you beautiful [E/C] eyes stare lovingly into his. You were gone. Dead. He watched and did nothing as you bled out in his arms, in that second, all the years he had spent with you, all the years that you were going to spend together, vanished. All that was left now, was the empty shell of a man once full of life.

It had been a week since your funeral, only a week, and yet it felt as if it were an eternity. He had hardly slept, ate, or showered; all he did was wake up, and lie there, numb from all the pain. Nothing physical, no, his broken bones and stitched up slashes were mere scratches compared to the emotional pain he felt after losing you.

He had to see you again, had to have something for closure. And that’s why, dear reader, we find Damian Wayne back at your father’s domain.

After losing you, all he wanted to do was burn this wretched place to the ground, but he couldn’t. You had stayed here for so long, he felt as if it were the last place he could be connected to you, if that made any sense. He had found your room easily, it was after all, the room you had as a child. That is, before your father’s fall out with the League of Assassins. He held his breath as he opened the door, and nearly sobbed as he took a deep breath in. Your [S/N] scent wafted through his nose, it was so strong, so new, that he half expected you to be sitting there on the edge of your bed, reading your favorite book. But you weren’t.

He swallowed hard, and shook his head, dismissing the flood of tears that had threatened to break through mere moments ago. He slowly walked over to your bed, and hesitantly sat down, hands resting on the red regal blankets. He looked around the small room, taking in his surroundings. His eyes then fell on a bright white piece of paper contrasting greatly on the dark brown Oak nightstand.

He walked over to the nightstand and picked up the paper, only to find that it was an envelope, then, gingerly, as if it were glass, turned the envelope over.

His breath hitched when he saw your handwriting on the envelope, his heart hammering as he read who it was addressed to.

To Damian

He gently peeled the letter open, and eagerly began to read it.

To my dearest Damian,

What I am writing will most likely never make its way into your hands, it may never even leave this room, but I need to tell you, I need you to know that everything that I have done, or will ever do is for your protection. I’ve hurt you so much in the past several months, and that is something I can never forgive myself for, but that isn’t the purpose for this letter. I love you Damian, with my whole heart and soul, I love you with my every being, but in order to let you live, I need to let you go, and I need you to let me go. Things will only get worse if you keep holding on to the past, please, I don’t want to be the cause of all your pain. I love you Damian, and wish you the best.

[F/N] [L/N]

Tears slid down his face and onto the paper he fell prostrate as new and cleansing sobs racked through his body.

You were gone forever, he knew that, but his seemed to be what finalized it. Never again would he hear you, feel you, kiss you, or tell you how much he loved you. He read through your letter several more times, staying in your room for countless more hours, before finally running out of tears to cry. He stood up, his eyes red and swollen, letting your letter flitter to the ground.

With his head held high, shoulders back, and body shaking ever so slightly, Damian walked out of our room, out of your father’s domain and toward the new chapter of his life, and moving on.

title: come sundown, say you’ll remember my name
fandom: haikyuu!!        
pairing: bokuaka
“You’re lost, aren’t you? Well, it doesn’t matter now. Once night falls, Fukurodani won’t let you leave.”
… a spirited away au featuring lost children, forgotten names, soft fluttering of wings, and the magic that occurs in between the rise and fall of the sun.

originally for the hq!! ghibli zine project, which will unfortunately not be going through as planned. please check out all the beautiful works @hq-ghibli-zine!!

this fic is a collaboration with the amazing @literarymerritt, whose artworks really brought magic into these soft owl kids. please check out her works!!

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This whole post is born out of a post I saw in the Swan Queen tag, basically it was one of those “can’t we all just get along”, “ship and let ship” posts. While I agreed with most of the things they said, there was one thing I read that just got under my skin, “C$ is confirmed True Love” and all I could think was

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So as not to be that person and hi-jack the post I decided to make my own.

I will never understand why people think that C$ is confirmed True Love (TL). Is it because of that contrived test that they “passed”?  I don’t know why this bugs me…no wait I do, OUAT’s tried and true method of proving TL is True Love’s Kiss (TLK) which C$ does not have. In fact every couple that we’ve seen have TLK it was their very first kiss, C$ has had a gratuitously numerous amount of kisses, including a few failed TLK attempts. To me that automatically discounts them but there are still people out there who think that ridiculous test was what confirmed it when in fact it completely and utterly disproved them as a TL couple and I’m gonna prove it. Let’s take a look at the test scene in episode 5x20 “Firebird” just because I have a strong desire to rip it a new one. Brace yourselves this is gonna be long.

I’m gonna do this in sections and put it under the cut because it’s going to be so long.

I. The Dialogue

II. The Test

III. What the Show Says About True Love and Comparing/Contrasting with Swan Queen (just because I can)

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jwiminnie  asked:

JO ❤️❤️❤️ ish crying atm cos I went back and retread training wheels and I got my ion you. Idk I love the fluff and hurt I just crai my heart hurts and it's so good ilu bye

omg spare urself from rereading thats so,,,,,,,,,, ahhhhhh daedae i’ll always remember you as the first person to preset to me something based off my fics (your playlists, still crying abt it) so here: have some joseon era!! royal! au Σ੧(❛□❛✿)
@berry-happy-tokki i felt like ur my only tfbtia stan so here;;; also @crackedgrace i feel its ur kinda thing bc ur Soft;;;;;
origin? unknown. name? unknown.

and yet he was their best fighter. Golden One, they had called him, after finding nothing on him but a gold pendant around his neck, the only clue to who he was and where he came from.

he made his grand appearance in the royal courts, in front of the king himself, sedge hat seated sideways, hair messy and cheap fabrics on him all disheveled. he had thrown the regal red doors of the court open, before dragging the corpse of the leader of the assassins that had attempted to infiltrate the royal palace.

“this man brought twenty men trying to bring your empire down. i killed him.” the stranger says emotionlessly, throwing the dead body into the middle of the court, eliciting varied reactions from the magistrates and advisories, royalty and nobles.

“how disgusting! just disrespectful!”

“the commoner dare to disrupt a royal meeting with a dead body?!”

“this peasant certainly has absolutely no manners-”

hearing all these, the intruder makes a clumsy attempt at bowing to pay his respects to the king, kneeling and getting up before turning to leave. “some of your palace guards are injured, but it’s okay, the rest of the twenty i’ve stacked neatly in the courtyard. sorry for the disruption.”

another awkward bow, and the man with the sedge hat walks off, murmurs to outcry with every passing second.

“hold on a minute- what’s your name?”

“i- i don’t know, either.”

he’s the best fighter there is in joseon. nobody knows where he’d picked up such powerful and formidable techniques at such a tender age, but then again, he had pledged allegiance as soon as he had sparred with the crown prince. he’s never lost to anyone before, not even his deceased mentor, and now- he loses every one on one duel with the heir to the throne.

“again!” he shouts, blood boiling with rage, stray hairs undone from the red cloth pulling his hair back into a bun. it’s his 93rd loss. crown prince park jimin had a natural flair for sword fighting since he was a child, and as a blue blood he easily managed to be honed by the best only to surpass them. their Golden Fighter carries their flags of crimson peonies to all their battles and wars, and he fights every one of them as if it were his last.

while prince jimin’s strokes with his gyeom are precise and swift, he exudes grace and elegance with every stab, every movement masculine but also very beautiful, as if it were an art form. jimin had trained ever since he wielded a sword in his hands- practiced until his hands bled, practiced until the sun went down and rose again. their best fighter was young, stubborn, and had an unwavering amount of stamina. he’s the only opponent that jimin deems worthy of duelling.

when jimin steps onto battle ground- it’s automatically turned into victory ground. his movements are sharp, merciless; but the king never let’s him go, given his status, so sometimes he imparts these little tactics and tips to their fighter, when the two of them are alone, when there’s no one else looking.

when jimin fights with his sword, it’s like he’s telling his opponents come and get me, catch me if you can. whereas for their chosen one, it’s different. their representation of victory exudes the aura of i’m coming for you.

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