There’s a peculiar Ravenclaw. They are failing practically all of their classes. They barely even do homework. They basically just sit in an oversized armchair in Ravenclaw tower, reading fiction novels almost all hours of the day. The students don’t understand why they’re there, why not Gryffindor or Slytherin? But they soon discover that this strange ball of quietness and lack of academic brilliance is possibly the best advice-giver in Hogwarts’ history. Be it relationship advice, friendship advice, personal life decisions advice, existential advice, they provide the most profound answers. They aren’t gifted in the arts of magic or even in the regular studies of muggles, but even without these book-smarts, they’ve grasped the attention and respect of everyone attending the ancient school. They grow on to be a counselor in the school to help students with special needs, anxiety, depression, ptsd, or anyone that seeks after an ear to listen and sincere advice. Once this Ravenclaw grows old and weary, they pass peacefully in their sleep. The school is devastated….that is until a few days later when they pop back up in their office, continuing on as if death was simply a minor inconvenience. They go on to help students for generations to come, never swaying in their abundance of wisdom, always sure to remind students that a lack of academic brilliance is not a death sentence, just a reminder that we can’t all share the same path in life, and that’s not bad. No, that’s not bad at all.
A fic where the reader is dating Matt Murdock and she gets pregnant and Matt figures it out because he can hear the baby or something weird and just add all the fluff you can Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, pregnancy 1, 431words
Notes: I finished this one and I’m not sure if I like it. BLERGH. I have no idea if what I wrote makes any sense and I apologize for that. :( My writing is having its bad days…BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BABY! Thank you so much for requesting! Love you and enjoy! <3
Every morning after Matt woke up, he’d always take a moment
to focus on his surroundings. It was one of his habits.
When the both of you started dating and you moved in with
him, he would wake up and focus on your heartbeats and your breathing first to
then turn his attention to every other sound he could hear.
The constant rhythm always soothed his senses and he always
felt somewhat relaxed, even after a rough night. It had become his lullaby and
he didn’t even feel the need to meditate anymore.
But in that day instead of one heartbeat, he heard two. It
was very light but steady and Matt frowned in confusion at first.
You made it to the bridge, though the hypospray was starting
to wear off. There was now ringing in
your ears from what you were certain was the concussion. However, you held onto the wall as you walked
out of the turbolift. The crew on the
bridge looked similar to that of sickbay.
They were scrambling around looking for answers on what was going
on. Commander Spock was the first to
notice you. “Lieutenant is there a
reason you are on the bridge. That wound
on your head needs medical attention. I
suggest you proceed to…” You stopped him
before he went further. Jim turning
around from his chair, jumping up as soon as he saw it was you.
“[Y/N], what are you doing?
I thought you were going to the sickbay.” As you shook your head, another wave of dizziness
flared. But you did not let it stop you.
“I went and Doctor McCoy looked at me but I heard something
one of the crew said so I had to get to you.
I have worked directly radiation for the last two years. I have studied it my whole career. All these things that are happening are
related. You have to adjust the sensors to search for
iodized radiation. If this sector had a super
nova in the last decade, there may be rare pockets of iodized radiation. These pockets can develop into anomalies that
can pretty much wipe out the energy on a ship.
Say pull a ship from warp…” Commander
Spock and Jim stood there in silence for a moment. They looked at each other then looked back at
“Why haven’t we heard about this type of thing before?” Jim asked quickly, his hands on his hips.
“It’s a rare occurrence.
However, it is discussed in the science circles. It’s called a Borden Anomaly. An explorer many years ago documented it
after the nova in the Dramen System. It
has only been seen a handful of times.
Documented at least. I wouldn’t
be surprised if there were ships lost to them that we don’t know about.” Jim looked conflicted but nodded to you.
“Show Spock what needs to be done.” Spock motioned for you to move to the closest
terminal for you to begin your calibrations.
“Kirk to McCoy. Do you have a
minute to come to the bridge and treat a wayward science officer before she
tries to die on my bridge?” You glanced
over your shoulder noticing Jim looking at you with a raised brow. As if to challenge you to disagree. With a sigh, you turned back to the terminal
and got to work.
“That wayward science officer snuck out of my sickbay. She needs to return so I can treat her
properly.” McCoy sounded irritated with
his terse response. You cringed in your
chair but you continued.
“As much as I would love to drag her down to the sickbay,
she is in the process of saving the ship.
So I will give her some leeway.
Come on Bones just get up here.”
“Damn it. Fine, I am
on my way. It’s your problem if she dies
before I get there.” You rolled your eyes,
which did not help the dizziness, but you refused to die. It was just a concussion, and you had too
much work to do. The calibrations took a
few minutes to complete. Once finished
you moved over to work with the science officer already stationed there to get
the scans started. Doctor McCoy strolled
onto the bridge with kit in hand. You
could feel him glaring at the back of your head. “Do you need another hypo? That last one probably wore off by now.”
Turning to look at him with a small smile. “Yes please.
I have been dizzy and my ears have been ringing since I got up here.” The doctor sighed, shaking his head at you.
“Damn woman. You don’t
understand how serious that head injury is.
I can only treat symptoms here. I
need to get you back to the sickbay to treat the rest of it.” With the tricorder in hand, he waved it over
“I do understand. But
we have to get the ship out of this situation.
Let me do what I need to and I swear I will go back to the sickbay.” It was then Jim had gotten up from his chair,
walking over to place a hand on Doctor McCoy’s shoulder.
“Bones do what you can and let her finish. If she can’t get this figured out then I don’t
know what will happen to the rest of the crew.”
Jim looked over at you giving a half smile. He looked concerned and you knew the only way
to fix that was to finish the scans.
“Alright. Do whatever
it is you are doing. But I am staying
here until you finish and then I am going to drag you back there myself. Got it?”
You nodded as the smile grew on your face.
“Yes, sir.” The scans
took longer than you had anticipated as some of the sensors had been damaged
when the ship was pulled from warp.
During that time as you worked with the other science officer, Doctor
McCoy gave you another hypospray and monitored you closely. The bridge was far quieter than it had been
when you arrived earlier. There were the
hushed conversations you could hear in the periphery as you worked. Any other time it would have made you nervous
but now the ship and its crew were in danger and you hoped that you were able
to prevent anything worse from happening.
The last of the readings came in and were compiled. You read over the information falling back
into the chair with a sigh. “What is it,
[Y/N]?” Jim asked as he moved up behind
“I was able to map out the anomaly. However, it is twice the size that I
expected. Meaning we are directly in the
middle of it, of course. It explains the
odd readings and the crew sickness. We
are completely surrounded by it. There
is no way to go to warp while we are still inside. I do not do those type of calculations
considering I am not an engineer, but at subwarp, it is going to take us a
while. And that is only if we can figure
out a way to get this thing moving without damaging the rest of the ship.” A younger looking officer popped up from the
front of the bridge.
“Keptin, vhat if we recalibrate zee deflectors and zee
shields for zis type of radiation. In theory,
zis could repel zee radiation. Zhen zee
ship could use auxiliary power to move out of zee anomaly.” Jim looked back at you with a raised
“Think this could work?”
“It sounds like a solid theory. You will have to get with engineering to see
if it’s possible. I can compile what I
have so they can get started.” He nodded
at you, a look of hope on his face.
“Chekov, get down to Scotty.
Tell him what we came up with and see if he can do it. Use Lieutenant [Y/L/N]’s information to make
the changes.” The young man nodded and
ran off the bridge. You took a long breath, feeling as though a large weight
was lifting. A look around the bridge
gave you the same feeling from everyone else.
Jim walked over to you, touching your head lightly, looking at the still
bloodied gash on your forehead. “Let
Bones take you to the sickbay. You need
to get fixed up. I will come check on
you in a little while.”
“All right. I will go
this time. Let me know if they need any
further help.” He laughed quietly.
“Just go and have Bones treat you. I will let you know if you are needed for
anything else once you are healed.” You
let doctor escort you to the turbolift.
Leaning back against the wall as it descended floors, Doctor McCoy
looked over at you.
“He cares about you, you know.” Opening your eyes to look at him you were
afraid to speak. “Jim does. He cares about you. You don’t know him as I do. He was scared about your safety while you
were working.” That was not what you had
expected to hear. You were surprised to
say the least.
“I care about him too.
I did not want to let him down or something happen to the crew. If he survived he would never forgive
himself.” The man before you laughed as
he looked down at the deck.
“Maybe you do know him a bit.” The rest of the trip was silent as you thought
about what had transpired. A sharp flash
of pain torn through your head as the doors of the turbolift opened. If Doctor McCoy had not been there to catch
your arm you would have fallen to the floor.
Your vision was fading to black as it felt like your head was going to
burst. A cry of pain escaping your lips. “Lieutenant?
[Y/N]? Talk to me. What are you feeling?”
“It hurts…oh God… my head. I can’t see..”
You lost consciousness at that point.
Doctor McCoy lifted you in his arms, almost running with your limp body
into the sickbay.
“Christine clear exam two.
I think she has a subdural bleed.”
The medical team stepping up to take care of the woman who had pretty
much saved their ship and all their lives.
Okay, Im a lil miffed so let me be clear. I dont care if Oranhamme and Fairy fit the mold of whatever it is you’re into. Dont draw them being eaten by your characters, eating your characters, or just anything that is that sort of ‘intimate’ in nature. Seriously, dont. Its not flattering, its creepy. Especially when I dont even know you. That is like an instant way for me to want to have nothing to do with you.
If you see me postin or rebloging something like that chances are its from a friend who I trust and feel comfortable with and has received permission from me prior.
If you dont know whether or not something is okay then just ask me. Please. Just. Ask. Me. I might not get to it right away but then wait. Dont assume its okay just because you didnt get an immediate answer. If you’re afraid to ask then chances are ID PROBABLY SAY NO SO DONT DO IT!
I know these types of themes pop up in Monster Office and they can be fun to joke about but that does not mean you automatically get a free pass to treat someone’s characters however you like.
This doesnt apply to just my characters, this goes for everyones characters. If you dont know whether someone is okay with you flirting with them, teasing them, or touching them in a way that might make someone uncomfortable then dont do it until you know theyre okay with it. Dont assume. Ask politely. Dont Push. Get permission. If you dont get permission then drop it.
This is starting to happen to more characters and if this is going to be a situation Im going to start blocking and banning people. And if that doesnt work I will consider closing Monster Office down because I dont want this place to be grounds for people to push their own likes and dislikes onto other people and their characters.
This translucent pop-up office in Hoxton Square, London, is the first part of a huge project of redevelopment called Park Hack - a project aimed at regenerating the parkland across the Borough of Hackney.
A raised pavilion atop stilts, the pop-up wraps around one of 60,000 trees that make up the park and provides some enclosed office space within a translucent frame of polycarbonate slats. Eight desks providing electricity and wi-fi can be hired via the landlord; known as “the tree”, who also happens to be the author of the Twitter account @HOXTONxTREE.
RedBubble is having a Labor Day sale, head to my redbubble shop and use code “HAVEFUN” at checkout for 20% off anything and everything.
It’s going to be a hectic month at my day job, but I’ll try to get some new stuff posted soon. Still have this Hamilton piece to color, and it’s nearing October and I don’t about you, but Kitty Pam and 3-Hole-Punch Jim are my faves so … we’ll see if they pop up again ;-)