please excuse my name

Please, excuse my shadow. I can’t
stop leaving. I don’t know how
to name what I don’t know

well enough to render
in a single sitting. Every poem
about us seems an impossible labor,

like forgetting the face
of the sea, or trying to find
a more perfect name for water.

Joshua Bennett, from “Still Life With Little Brother,” The Sobbing School

I found my Queen.

Pairing : Crowley x Reader, Demon Dean.
Word Count : 1,919
Author : Mel

A/N: This started out as an idea based on this song, but it got away from me :D. I’m working on a part 2.

Part 1 of Hell’s Queen

Walking out of work, you sighed. The forecast had said nothing about rain tonight. You turned and headed back in. “Carl?” The night guard looked up from his screens. “Any unclaimed umbrellas in the lost and found by chance?” He looked confused. “It’s pouring.”

“Seriously?” He stood and looked outside. “It wasn’t suppose to rain today…” You shrugged. “I’ll go check. Keep an eye on these for a sec?” You nodded and he headed through the door behind his desk as you leaned over the counter to see the monitors.

Everything was empty, since once again you were one of the last to leave. You thought you saw something on one of the monitors, but it had lasted only a second. You leaned over further to get a better look.

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Hi there! Don’t worry about it, this is honestly a question we’ve gotten several times before so it’s nothing new. As for gender here goes. ~ Adrian is androgynous and indifferent to the whole thing, though she’s definitely more accustomed to female pronouns. 

As for Rhys (previously known as Craig ) he goes by male pronouns. We hadn’t really touched on it before but he just started hormone therapy to begin his transition so that he can become more comfortable in his own skin. Craig was his alias until recently. He has now decided on the name Rhys to legally change his name to and will be using it from now on. Probably more than you were looking for but hope it answers your question.

- Rhys and Adrian

Sunday - AU

Dean x Reader

A/N: A scene of Lost inspired this. This isn’t a happy fic, but I will write some fluff in the near future, probably. English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. @kbrand0  @getyourrocksalt @why-do-you-want-my-user-name @daydreamingintheimpala @sidra-cara @mrswhozeewhatsis

Dean woke up. 

It was Sunday, 7 am. He didn’t even need an alarm; every Sunday at 7 am he would be wide awake and ready because Sundays were your days, and he would get to see you. 

They had always been, since the day you had met him.

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I’ve just gotten into a really weird and deteriorating state of mind.

A friend of mine, whenever she accidently misgenders me, either corrects herself straight away or - this usually happens around people I barely know which makes it doubly frustrating - says “I have an excuse though and that’s because I knew Nathan when he was (deadname)”.

And every single time she uses the excuse I head that name in relation to me and that just fucks me up.

But the problem is, I’ve been letting her do it for so long now that if I was to say something now, it would make her apologise (rightfully) but in a over the top way that ends with me feeling guilty for having ever said anything.

She is one of my best friends but I wish she would just stop.

That’s not my name. That’s not an excuse. Please stop saying it to people that I’ve just met and trying to establish my pronouns and name.

I don’t want a bad night.


Everyone’s always known that London is full of ghosts, it’s a particularly haunted city. And in that spirit of organizing things and controlling the empire, it was decided that something needed to be done, some kind of watch needed to be kept. In 1919, with the help of the Society for Psychical Research, the Shades were born. MI5 are called the spooks, and we were a lot smaller and stranger. A shady little branch. I think they used to call us Scotland Graveyard as well. We were around for years. Very secret. Never very large. But in the Thatcher years, someone got wind of the group and didn’t like it. I don’t know what happened, something political. But they shut it down in the early nineties. Two years ago, they decided to start it up again.

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the 100 modern au, 1/?

in which clarke gets thrown in jail because bellamy threw a punch.

This had to be a joke. A sick, twisted joke, but a joke none the less. Because Clarke Griffin - straight A student, the aspiring artist who was going to med school next year, golden girl of Arkadia State High - did not get arrested. 

She wanted to strain against the handcuffs as the officer led her to a holding cell, but she knew it would be better to just do as she was told. That didn’t mean that she couldn’t plead her case, though. “Honestly, this is all a big misunderstanding, if you’d just -”

“Save it,” the officer said as he shoved her into her cell. 

She obediently held her hands through the gap in the door so he could uncuff her. “But I wasn’t drinking, honestly.”

He rolled his eyes at her and walked away without another word, leaving Clarke locked in the holding cell. With nothing better to do, she took the chance to properly observe her surroundings. The cell was small and grey and dirty, and she did not want to stay there; she shouldn’t have even been there in the first place.

Yeah, she’d been at a bar underage. But she hadn’t been drinking, so did that even count? She didn’t think so. Everything had been fine until that slimeball of a guy had started hitting on her, persisting even after she’d thought of at least half a dozen different ways to tell him to fuck off. To be fair, if that stranger hadn’t come from nowhere and punched him in the jaw when he did, she probably would have done it herself. But that wasn’t the point.

The point was the fight had escalated into a brawl, and Clarke had gotten caught in the middle and lost her friends and was now in jail.

She huffed and kicked the bars, cursing at the bolt of pain that shot up her foot.

A small chuckle came from the back corner of the cell and she spun around, panicked. “Hello?”

Her eyes immediately landed on a guy in the cell beside hers. He was sitting with his back against the cement wall, head lolled back as though this was a casual occurrence. He looked like the type of guy who wouldn’t be phased by getting thrown in jail, Clarke thought.

He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones and mussed up dark hair. It was hard to tell because he was sitting, but he looked like he’d be tall - tall and toned. He was wearing dark jeans and a leather jacket over a grey v-neck, and with the way he was sitting she had a perfect view of the column of his neck. 

Jesus, he was like a walking embodiment of tall, dark and handsome.

When he spoke, his voice was a deep, lazy drawl. “What’d they get you for, Princess?”

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Draco Malfoy Imagine - Only For You

Could I have a draco imagine where he never really noticed the reader until one day he bumped into her and she fell and he was helping her up and it was love at first sight. But she’s a grifendor and he had bullied her the first year because she was chubby and that made her insecure about her body and she didn’t really eat as much as the rest of the students. And he tries everything to make her feel better and stuff. Add a lot  of fluff please❤️


Hello, could you please write an imagine about me and Draco. And if you need a plot it could just be him telling me how he likes me. And I also really like the kind of imagines that have tiny little flash backs in the middle. So if you could include that, thank you, and if not than you don’t have to. Cheers.


Walking past the Great Hall doors, you saw your friends talking, laughing and eating with each other. Deciding not to interrupt them, you kept on walking until you were almost to the Charms classroom. You knew that everyone would be at lunch, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone being in there.

Turning the corner, you walked right into someone. You fell to the ground, but the person you bumped into didn’t. You looked up to see three pairs of Slytherin eyes staring at you. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. The one you bumped into was Draco, and he seemed like the only one who cared to help you up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you coming around the corner.” He said as he picked up your bag for you.

“It’s alright, I should have watched where I was going” you replied as you got up.

Dusting off your skirt, you took your bag from Draco’s hand. Brushing his hand as you pulled away, he looked at you and asked,

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

Of course he wouldn’t remember your name. He only spent the first two years at school making fun of you. You didn’t think you looked that much different from losing weight. Getting slightly annoyed and sad from the past memories, you told him

“My name is y/n and please excuse me, I have to go” you rushed away and into the Charms classroom. You couldn’t even believe that he was being nice to you because you were skinnier. That just made you even more insecure about your body.

Taking out your homework, that you were planning to do, you saw an apple at the bottom of your bag. You put your homework on your desk and picked up the apple. Walking over to the trash can, you threw it away. Walking back to your desk, you couldn’t even concentrate on your homework. You only thought about the first two years at Hogwarts.

~Flashback to first year~

Skipping along to the Gryffindor table, you plopped down in your seat next to your friends. Eating and laughing you finally finished your dinner and started back to the Gryffindor Tower. Before you made it, you saw some Slytherin boys coming your way. You only knew their names because you heard people talk about how mean they were.

“Look boys it’s the fat Gryffindor, Y/n!” the blond boy exclaimed for everyone to hear.

Not wanting him to get a reaction out of you, you didn’t respond. You kept walking and hid your head. You were only eleven, you still had some baby fat on you. Walking as fast as your short legs could take you, you tried to get away from the Slytherin boys.

“I don’t think L/n likes getting told the truth” Draco laughed

“Go away” you finally managed to squeak out

“Why? You should be thanking us L/n, were only trying to help. Maybe if you were skinnier people would like you”

“Just please leave me alone” your voice shook as a tear finally fell

“Let’s go boys, I’m done wasting my time on this fat oaf” they started going back down the stairs as you climbed up.

Saying the password to the Fat Lady, you ran up to your dorm and cried. Everyone tried to calm you down, but it was no use. Draco Malfoy and his gang made an impact on your life that you never wanted.  They made you feel useless and fat. That people would only like you if you were skinny and pretty. The bad part was that you believed them.

~End of flashback~

Now here you were crying about the past.

“Pull yourself together” you thought “he shouldn’t have this kind of power over you”

But he did; he had the power to make you starve yourself so you would be somewhat expectable in society. Power he didn’t even know he had. If he didn’t even remember your name, then he defiantly doesn’t remember what he didn’t to you.


~Draco’s POV~

“Do see that y/n?” you asked you friend, Blaise, as your eyes searched the Gryffindor table.

“The Gryffindor that you bumped into today? No, I don’t see her anywhere- never mind she’s just coming in”

Darting your eyes to the door, you saw her walking in.

“She looks so beautiful in her uniform” you said out loud

“Mate, you met her once. Like two hours ago” Blaise said slowly as he looked at you like you were crazy.

“No he didn’t. Draco don’t you remember her from first year?” Theo asked

“No, why? Was she like my Potions partner or something?” you ask confused

“No, you bullied her during first and second year. You always called her fat and ugly in front of everyone.”

“I…. no I couldn’t have done that. She’s beautiful and her body is perfect.”

“She does seem to be on the thin side, Draco” Blaise took another bit of his food and looked at you.

“Oh my gosh, please don’t tell me that she’s the one that we would corner and throw insults at.” You pleaded

“That’s the one” Theo stated “that’s probably why she wanted to get away from us so quickly today.”

Stopping the conversation, you look at where y/n was sitting. She wasn’t eating. She was looking at everyone else eating, but she wasn’t. Looking down at your plate, you felt disgusted with yourself. Lifting your head back up, you saw her starting to leave.

“I’ll be right back” you told the boys as you started following y/n”

~Y/n’s POV~

Walking out of the Great Hall, you decided to go to the library. It was quiet and you knew it would be deserted. Feeling like someone was following you, you started to walk quicker. Reaching the library, you started to calm down. You didn’t hear anyone’s footsteps following you anymore.

Scanning the hundreds of books, you found a couple you wanted to look at, and walked to your normal spot. Still feeling uneasy you turned around and locked eyes with your former bully.

“Hi, y/n”

“Were you following?” you blurted

“No- I mean yes- no… I just wanted to talk to you”

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

“I remember you now. It took a little refreshing of my memory, but I remember. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I see how my words have impacted you and I’m just so sorry.” He spoke softly as he walked closer to you.

“Just saying sorry isn’t good enough. You made me hate my body and basically starve myself to feel okay.” You choked up as tears started rapidly falling.

“I know sorry isn’t good enough, but you don’t know how much I would like to have never said those things to you. I promise, y/n I’ll do anything to make you feel better. Just please start eating more. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

Not feeling like listening to his lies, you started to leave, but he grabbed your forearm and spun you around. Before you were able to blink an eye, his lips were on yours. Wide eyed, you tried to get your thoughts together. Draco Malfoy is kissing. Your old bully is kissing you.

“WHY ARENT YOU PULLING AWAY” you mentally screamed at yourself. You knew why you weren’t pulling away before you even asked yourself. The kiss felt too good, too right. You pulled away from him to catch your breath. He looked at you, wiped away your tears and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m serious about my promise, Y/n. I don’t want you to feel like this anymore.  I want to help you and treat you like my princess all the time. Please just let me help.” He begged with his puppy dog eyes.

“You have to promise that you won’t treat ANYONE like how you treated me, ever again.”

“I won’t. As long as you let me help you.”

“Alright, but don’t just think that I’m going to start eating as much as you want me to. I get to control how much I eat. Not you, your just there to help me through this. Got it?”

“Got it. I can’t wait to do couple stuff with you” he said as he kissed your nose

“Does Draco Malfoy have a soft spot?” you giggled

“Only for you” he purred and kissed you again.  

This is for knuckcola I redrew and coloured the kanji hairbrush illustration for you. I hope you like it!

And also…I’m so sorry about Jude Bark 

Please excuse my lazy colors and names and bad grammar/spelling, i have a LOT of these to get through. Thanks for all your submissions! 

Stiltzmin- suggested by @beemite regular bug type based on a daddy longlegs. Mine is more based on the harvestman name, it’s legs blend into tall grass and it cuts down the grass to find prey. Probably fairly frail.

Spleeader- suggested by @familiaralien a smol cute jumping spider bug/ fairy because I really like fairy types. Probably a speedy version of aromatisse, whom i pretty much based the design on.

Seedsect - suggested by @erindecker a bug/grass type based on the Brazilian Treehopper. My original design was basically budew with a coconut tree growing out of it’s head, then I thought it would be cute to do a mimic of budew, but it’s pretty boring to have a pokemon that just marginally looks like another pokemon. It’s a neat concept but I just think it’s lazy for a game like pokemon. I stuck with the coconut tree theme but made it more buglike. I think it would be neat if it could have different berries instead of the generic nuts I gave it. Maybe different berry forms would have different stats, but you could only find them in certain climates.

Kissant - suggested by @siryl a bug type based on honeypot ants. This was originally gonna be fairy type since it’s support. It basically heals it’s charges by kissing them and transferring it’s fermenting honey in their mouth. It’s butt was suppose to look like those cliche moonshine jugs, but it looks more like a pastry.

Vermorm and Vermattox - suggested by @crimson-leaves-sensei a bug/poison type based on hammerhead worms. I was trying to avoid doing evolutions but I designed Vermattox first and I liked it’s design so much I just had to keep it. Vermorm’s got the amphisbaena thing working for it, and it’s lacy “foot” is it’s pharynx. Vermattox just wraps it’s body around prey and digests them.

Buzznaw - suggested by @cerothenull a bug/dark type based on a wheel bug. I did a wheel bug  fakemon before, if anyone would care to check the tags, but I decided to push that design further and make a fakemon based on a buzz saw that can tuck it’s legs up and ride on it’s butt-saw like a unicycle. 

The Green-Eyed Inventor (Fan-Fic)

Tick Tock paced rapidly in his room. He was working on this new invention and it felt like he couldn’t get anything right. First of all, The gears were all wrong and they wouldn’t move in synch, Causing the whole thing to.. Well, Obviously fail.

The ginger unicorn yelped as suddenly everything started bouncing. The floor, at least. The TARDIS was bouncing and moving all over the place.. Not his floor. He cast a minor spell to keep his things put so they wouldn’t move and he grunted as he skidded his way across the floor, managing to stand up somehow and make it to the control room. Derpy was already there, Trying to keep herself from falling as she stood by the panel. The Doctor was all over the controls by now, trying to land the TARDIS. “What’s happening, Doctor?” Tick Tock clenched his teeth as he tried not to fall.

“The TARDIS’s controls have gone all weird.. They won’t work and-” The Doctor yelled as he slid across the floor, Crashing into the wall as the TARDIS came to a screeching halt. “Ahh!” Derpy squealed as she fell into Tick Tock, Sending them both flying against the floor. “Woah” Tock grunted as Derpy’s head banged into his chest as they came to a complete stop by the TARDIS door. The Doctor stood and shook his head, walking over to the two. Derpy stood, blushing slightly as she moved away from Tick Tock who had landed on the floor, under her. He got to his hooves and blinked. “I suppose we should go out then” Tock muttered, trying to get rid of the slight headache he had gotten from banging his head against the floor. “Avante, Then!” The Doctor said cheerfully, opening the door and stepping outside. Tick rolled his eyes and followed suit, Derpy flying out not much later.

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I thought maybe APH Prussia fans would enjoy this, so here is a fancy German book I came across at work today.

It’s printed in that font so I couldn’t really tell what the title was (although I’m 80% sure it’s a history on the Kingdom of Prussia based on the first word, author, and pictures inside) but isn’t that cover gorgeous? The inside is gorgeous as well.