#anyway ty for the ask anon! this will be on rotate in my mind i am sure

[hirokiyuu]

FOR THE PROMPT anyone of your choice in teenexo + hanahaki au pls pls pls

"Fascinating," says Sym, his fingers curling around the flowers tenderly, pressing a spit-covered petal between them; his eyes are bright with curiosity and pointed down, which means he can't see whatever expression Dys is making. "Is it common, for humans to cough up flowers like this?"

"Uh," says Dys, watching Sym stroke his thumb over a large white petal, and can't find an answer.

[safyresky]

Here this out, Jack Frost meets Danny Phantom and they compare ice powers with one another.

hey anon, I'm listening 👀👀👀👀

I CANNOT BELIEVE I'm about to admit this BUT, my initial thought was rotg Jack Frost only bc I have seen that done before I am SO, SO POSITIVE.

THEN I tried to figure out how this would work with our boy, Mr. Jack Frost tsc3, and I have been thinking about it for almost a day, according to the timestamp in my drafts! I feel as tho, and my own personal hcs may be uh. Intruding GREATLY. BUT. If they compared ice powers, I feel like Jack would be like no no no, your form is ALL wrong, try it like this, also you could probably TOTALLY do this and if this doesn't make Danny SUPER SUS given that most adult figures in his life are. Well. Y'know (eyes Vlad suspiciously), then we are about to see a 14 yr old have a LOT of fun with the LEVEL UP of ice powers, lmao.

My god. I bet the Far Frozen, I bet whenever they see Jack they're like "ugh. THIS guy." Frostbite I can't decide if he like, will yeet Jack on SIGHT, or like, watches him the ENTIRE TIME whenever he appears in the Far Frozen. Maybe he kinda likes hearing this dude chatter on about whatEVER he's chattering on about. But he sure wishes Jack would stop telling Danny crime is okay and even FUN.

But MAN. I imagine Danny would be very sus of this gremlin man with ice powers. AND THEN. OMG I'M LAUGHING. JACK'S LIKE "yeah fuck Santa, all my homies hate Santa" and Danny's like "Actually you know what? You're cool! Fuck Santa! Fuck Christmas!" With Jack being like YEAH THAT'S THE SPIRIT

[zhongrin]

Howdy! 👋 Same anon who asked about guzheng tips last time (if u remembered who i am) Ty for sharing ur so helpful ☀️ Sadly there r no guzheng classes here, so YT is my only option. Wld u be open to sharing what u learn in classes n such? ~Z

ahhh i see i see. i'm not sure how helpful it would be (and again, keep in mind i'm still a beginner myself, i don't plan to take the grading exams bc they cost extra money + i don't want that extra stress, but i'm probably still at grade 1 lbrh hsdfjlskd) but i could share my lesson 'notes', i suppose… although, keep in mind that they're a little. uh. nonsensical lmao plus i don't think i managed to note down everything. idk if you'll be able to understand it.... but anyway, here's my compiled notes so far utc

Sit with waist lined along guzheng line Lean in/lean back according to notes being played Hand position like holding an egg Plucking motion: claw motion, inwards. Only last section of thumb should move. Hand should not jump Nails should be parallel to string

Dots on top = lower frets = higher notes Dots on bottom = upper frets = lower notes 7 need to be pressed more. 4 need to be pressed less

└ thumb ⟋ index ⌒ middle

Tuning: towards me → loosen / away from me → tighten

Warmup: middle-thumb-index-thumb / 1(2 dots down)-1(1 dot down)-5(2 dots down)-1(1 dot down) / move to higher notes & descend from upper fret to lower → go up again

When you get a score first thing you do is to look for the notes!!!

Big chord use thumb and middle finger Small chord use thumb and index finger

> accents

!!!! Need to fix bad habit of resting nail on strings !!!!

When playing with 2 hands, familiarize with right hand first. then left hand. then try to line the notes for both to see which finger moves after which finger. do this in small sections before moving to next

arpeggio -> familiarize first, then play relaxedly esp if its at the end of the score

(meatball menu rotated 45deg under/bside a number) tremolo Tremolo practice: for all notes frm btm -> top, do 4x slow. 6x med. 14x fast. Ensure back and forth movement has the same strength Back of palm and upper arm should hurt otherwise you're doing it wrong Wrist movement not finger movement Shake wrist like you're waving but back of palm and wrist in 90 degree angle Goal for actual yaozhi: 1 minute nonstop, clear tremolo

Ring and thumb need to put more power esp for left hand Right hand main melody should always be louder than left

[marvels-writings]

Professional Flirting

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Masterlist

Requested by Anon: Req for carol x female reader where carol gets hurt and the reader who’s the avenger’s medical dr treats her and carol was nervous but ended up so love stricken that she kept finding any excuse to go and gets a check up by the dr again. The dr also likes carol a lot but is bolder than carol and is very flirty which makes carol flustered and gives her butterflies. Please let it end with carol making the first move. Thank u I love ur writing!

Word Count: 2,282 (long and fluffy)

A/N: Do I have a minor sprain in my wrist? Yes. Do I give a single fuck? No. And I love this req

“Tony, I swear to god, what did you do this time?” You groaned when you heard the knock on the glass panes of the medical bay.

You turned away from your workplace to where Tony and Peter were carrying in a blonde woman who was bleeding blue blood. Your eyes widened, the woman’s suit was covered in her blood, her hair messy and falling into her hazel eyes. Peter and Tony seemed as surprised as you were as they helped her inside. Her arms slung over each of their shoulders, she was panting heavily.

“What the hell happened?” You demanded, walking over and helping the woman on one of the medical beds. Blood coated your hands, you quickly washed it off and slipped on gloves.

The rest of your staff was on their lunch break or absorbed in their projects. You were in charge of the entire medical team, none of which were present. For now, you were the only person in the medical bay. The responsibility of treating the woman in front of you was up to you.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Tony defended himself, raising his hands in defense after helping the blonde onto the bed. “She came back from a solo mission that went sideways.”

“For once, this isn’t your fault,” You muttered, ushering Peter over to help you with the suit.

The teenager quickly hurried to help you after putting on gloves. He was familiar with the medical bay. Peter had many accidents while living in the compound. Whenever he came, he was sure to ask you questions and help as much as he could. Your medical team often waved him off, unwilling to deal with his questions, but you didn’t mind.

Carol glanced up at you from the floor. You wore the same uniform as the rest of the medical team. Your hair was down, but you were tying it into a hasty ponytail to deal with her injuries. The blonde stumbled when she saw your face. Even in her exhausted and painful state, she was still able to admire you.

You ignored her statement and quickly analyzed her. Most of the injuries seemed to be on her shoulders. You needed to peel aside the suit to see it. The blonde seemed familiar, Carol hadn’t been to the medical bay since you had been in charge. But you had a hunch it was the famous Captain Marvel.

“Shouldn’t you get the rest of your team to help Ms. Y/l/n?” Peter asked politely, gently unzipping the suit.

“It’s fine,” You waved off his concerns, analyzing the wounds and quickly bringing over a small bowl of water and cotton. Peter’s brow was furrowed with concern. He wasn’t sure what to do or how to help.

“Peter, trust me,” You reached forward and took his hand. “I’m a doctor. I know what I’m doing,”

“You sure sound like it.” The blonde mumbled, you raised an eyebrow but laughed anyway.

“I’m y/n y/l/n, and you are?” You asked sarcastically, reaching one gloved hand towards her to introduce yourself to her.

The blonde rolled her eyes but shook your hand, introducing herself as Carol Danvers, confirming your suspicions. She was Captain Marvel.

“How did the great Captain Marvel end up looking like a bruised banana?” You joked, cleaning up the wounds on her back gently with warm water. Tony laughed, announced he had other things to attend to and left.

“I…” Carol trailed off, unwilling to describe how she had gotten injured on a simple mission. The blonde didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of you in a few minutes of meeting you.

“Don’t get me wrong,” You patted her uninjured shoulder before moving to the other side of the room to get ointment. The blonde looked from you to Peter nervously, unsure of what you were going to say.

“You still look attractive,” You winked.

Carol’s eyes widened at the compliment. She stuttered to reply. Peter joined you in laughing at the prominent blush that tinted her cheeks. Giggling, you made your way to her back to start applying ointment to the wounds.

The blonde stayed quiet, not knowing what else to say to you. The teenager at your side, however, had many things to say and questions to ask. You patiently answered all of his questions about you, how you got where you were, your doctorate, what you were doing. Carol was surprised at the amount of patience you had. Most people Peter asked questions to waved him off, but you answered all of his questions.

“Pete, as much as I love talking to you, could you get some bandages from that drawer?” You asked, gesturing to the cabinet in the corner of the room. Peter nodded excitedly and hurried to find the bandages.

“How, how bad is it?” Carol stuttered, you patted her shoulder.

“It’s not too bad, some of the cuts are deep,” You licked your lips, choosing your words carefully as not to confuse her. “You might have a sprained shoulder which you might need to follow up on.”

Peter handed you the bandages, which you gratefully accepted and started putting them on some of the deeper cuts. On the smaller cuts, you applied bandages. Peter continued to pepper you with questions, making sure to apologize in case he was annoying you. But you easily reassured him that he wasn’t annoying you. Once you were done, you gave her a small pat and got up.

“Alright, that should hold for a few days,” You said, taking off your gloves and tossing them into the trashcan. “If not, don’t hesitate to come back.”

“Doctor y/l/n?” Peter asked, helping zip up Carol’s suit.

“I told you to call me y/n Peter,” You chided, before indicating for him to continue.

“Is she okay?” He asked, his voice concerned.

“Yep, as long as she doesn’t strain her shoulders too much.” You said, watching Carol smile at the teenager for his concern.

Peter helped Carol out of the medical bay after saying their goodbyes. But Carol had intentions of coming back, even if it meant getting injured for it or faking an injury for that matter.

————

The next day, you were helping an intern learn how to use the regeneration cradle when your assistant told you someone was here to see you. Usually, you never had personal visitors except for family and the occasional Avenger bringing you lunch. You were almost famous for forgetting to eat.

But this time, you saw Carol waiting by the doorway. The blonde wore a light blue t-shirt and jeans, her hair was washed, a few strands falling into her eyes, a sheepish smile on her face.

“How can I help you?” You asked, a flirty smirk on your face. Carol noticed but played along, shuffling her feet and fidgeting before looking up to meet your eyes.

“Sorry to bother you,” Carol apologized, lying easily. She wanted to see you again, the superhero was unapologetic about wanting your attention.

“But I thought one of the cuts might be infected.”

“Come over here,” You gestured over to the same bed you had her on yesterday.

Carol promptly sat down, waiting for you as you put on your gloves. The blonde pulled down her t-shirt so you had a better view. You examined the cut, it didn’t seem infected at all. It was just fine, but taking a little longer to scab over.

But you weren’t as oblivious as Carol had hoped. You knew why she was here, the blonde was almost infamous for avoiding the medical wing even if she had a broken ankle. For her to come to you because she thought a cut is infected was almost ridiculous.

“It seems to be fine,” You observed, pulling the t-shirt back over her back. The blonde sighed, hoping you didn’t hear the sound of disappointment.

“I’ve never seen someone more disappointed about a clean-cut,” You joked, taking off your gloves and smiling at her while throwing them away.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Carol covered it up, knowing she was caught when you raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Come back if you need anything,” You laughed at her expression, “Unless it’s another ‘infected cut’” You used air quotes, walking off towards where your intern was calling you.

Carol watched you leave, wanting your attention again. But she didn’t know how to ask you out. The only time she could spend time with you was when you were at work. So, that was when she would spend time with you.

Even if it required her to come up with injuries every time she came to see you. Every time Carol came, she made sure to try to talk to you before you got back to work. But whenever she tried to flirt, it ended up backfiring. She intended to leave you a flustered mess, but you were always the one to give her butterflies and a blush that stayed with her for the rest of the day.

By about the fourth time, Carol decided to bring you lunch after Peter told her you often forgot to eat. She brought you some take-out that she heard one of your interns had recommended to you.

With the bag of take-out, she knocked on the glass door to the medical bay. You turned around from your laptop, looking around the empty medical bay for a student before turning around to face Carol. You smiled and gestured for her to sit.

“What seems to be the problem this time?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Rotator cuff tear in one day? Perforated ligaments?”

The injuries you listed were the same injuries Carol had faked when trying to spend time with you. They were both injuries she had found when she searched for shoulder pain. The blonde had learned later they could not because by minor cuts to the skin.

At one point, she tried to make up an injury, which didn’t end well. A majority of your interns were now joking about the superhero who faked an injury to see you every day.

“Nope, just got you lunch,” She lifted the bag of take-out.

“Thanks,” You smiled, taking out one of the boxes.

It was sushi, you picked up chopsticks and ate them with ease while working and talking to Carol. The blonde realized far too late she had forgotten to get a fork for herself. When she tried to get up to get herself a fork from the kitchen, you decided to teach her how to use chopsticks.

“Like this?” Carol asked, holding them the way you would make the ‘Live Long and Prosper’ sign from Star Trek. You laughed and finally gave up, leaning back in your seat.

“I don’t know how you plan to eat by saying Live Long and Prosper,” You groaned, brushing the hair out of your face. It was one of the few times you let your hair down since you weren’t working. Carol licked her lips while staring at you, trying again to use the chopsticks.

“Come on, it’s not that hard,” You finally reached forward and took one of her hands in yours, guiding her fingers to hold the chopsticks.

The blonde blushed, watching you guide her hands to hold the chopsticks.

“I swear, it’s easier to teach my students to operate on someone than teaching you to use chopsticks,” You muttered, trying to move Carol’s fingers to hold the chopsticks properly. The blonde laughed and shook her head, strands of hair falling into her eyes as she tried to use the chopsticks.

Once she got the hang of it, you helped her put the sushi roll in her mouth while grinning at her. Your warm hands still resting on hers.

“See, you finally got your lips to touch something,” You remarked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face and returning to your food.

“I’d rather my lips touching yours.” Carol quipped, smirking at you.

This time, it was your turn to blush and fluster while Carol laughed at you. You glared at her angrily and took a bite out of your sushi roll.

“Oh, how the tables turn,” The blonde said sarcastically. You raised an eyebrow, turning to face her. Carol moved her chair closer to you, her knee brushing yours.

“Don’t be too sure about that Danvers,” You warned, a prominent blush still on your face as you turned to face your laptop.

“Oh?” Carol asked, leaning forward with a smirk so her face was inches from your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something sarcastic, but you turned around only for your lips to meet hers. The blonde grinned and leaned forwards, resting one hand on your thigh as your lips moved over hers. Pushing herself off her chair, Carol was about to pull you closer to her when a knock at the door surprised her.

Peter was standing behind Tony, eyes wide in surprise. The millionaire stood there with a smirk, his hand against the glass panel. You broke away from Carol in surprise, rolling your chair back and clearing your throat.

“Hi…” Carol trailed off, biting her lip to prevent her laughter from breaking out. The blonde brushed her hair away from her face.

“I thought flirting wasn’t allowed in the workplace,” Tony said, smirking at both of you.

“This,” You gestured between you and Carol, it was professional flirting,”

Carol started laughing instantly, you glared at her to try to get her to stop. It didn’t work, the blonde’s infectious laugh caused you to start laughing too. Never did you expect lunch to go the way it did, but you weren’t complaining.

A/N: Y’all i hurt my wrist typing this so please tell me it was worth it

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[wlw-imagines-blog]

Dark, Dark Nights, and Violent Things.

Anon asked;  7, 8 and 41 with Wanda from the fluff/angst prompts?

7. “I’ll keep you warm.”

8. “I’m never letting you go.”

41. “Don’t be afraid.”

A/N: It’s storming like crazy up in the North right now, so I decided to make the story about it. The story's a little angsty, but mostly fluffy. Beware of wind, rain, and unfortunate power outages. Also, this is crazy domestic <3 plus, the title is from a song by the Brobecks, a highly underrated band, but i reccomend

You sat on the window seat, watching the rain spatter against the glass at an astounding pace, listening for distant thunder. The lights flickered ominously, threatening to fully go out at any moment. Pulling the blanket around you even tighter, you pulled your knees up and tucked them under you chin. Outside of your house, the world was grey, and damp. You could see the puddles on the cobblestone road beneath the window, and the garden of flowers getting a healthy dose of water. More often than not, you were in the house alone, with Wanda out at work. When you go out during night shifts and extra hours, Wanda was idle at home, missing you. Schedules and timing felt like it never lined up. 

Wanda was due back from work anytime now, and you could not help but feel worried that she would not be able to get back safely. You had turned on the news, and there were what felt like hundreds of road closures and accidents all over the place. The rain and winds seemed to only get worse, and the grey sky was rapidly turning black. You prayed that the power would remain on for the rest of the night. 

You breathed out heavily just as the door opened. “Y/N, I’m home!” 

“In the living room, Wanda!” you called back to your girlfriend, rising from the seat. relief flickered at the back of your mind.

Wanda entered the living room looking thoroughly damp and frazzled. She was putting down her handbag and shucking off her jacket, clearly shivering. Her hair was sopping wet, dripping onto her sweater and the floor. She still seemed happy to be home, despite her exhausted-looking state.

“Jeez, babe,” you laughed not unkindly. You crossed the room and rested your hands on her waist. “You look like a drowned cat.”

Wanda chuckled back, tying her hair up into a bun. “I know. The rain caught me by surprise. No umbrella or anything, but I made it back alive.” She pecked your lips. “How was your day off?”

“Good. Relaxing,” You responded. “How about you?”

She sighed, mood shifting as she remembered work. You pulled her to the couch, so that the both of you were laying back and cuddling. “Rough. I was late because of the storm. A lot of roads were closed, or turned into one lane traffic because of accidents or flooded areas. I was forty five minutes late! Boss wasn’t happy about that.” She recounted the horrible details of her day, how three of her co-workers didn’t show up due to the storm. 

“The rain is suppose to stop tomorrow,” Wanda said, gazing out the same window you were looking though a few minutes ago. “I hope so, anyways. Since we’re celebrating tomorrow.”

You nodded, remembering the day you two had planned out for your three year anniversary. Tomorrow you were suppose to go out and have brunch together, then visit these little boutiques and bookstores, eventually having dinner together at a fancy restaurant, and finally walk along the bay at night, watching the stars and constellations. You were excited, but the idea of being rained on by this storm made you doubt your chances at the plans the two of you had. 

Wanda could see the clouds gathering in your eyes, and the way your eyebrows gently furrowed. “Hey,” She nudged you gently. “Don’t worry, the rain’ll stop before tomorrow.”

You sighed. “I know, but it’s still pretty bad out there.”

Wanda hummed in agreement, keeping her arms around you. “We haven;t spent a lot of time together recently; tomorrow will be good for us.”

“Definitely,” you agreed. “I was hoping you could get today off.”

“Me too, but my boss was pretty insistent I come in today.”

You rubbed her leg that was situated around you. “Sorry I could get yesterday off, the office was insanely busy.”

She snickered. “The universe just wants to pull us apart, doesn’t it?”

“Well,” you snuggle closer. “I’m never letting you go. Tomorrow will be fun, even if it’s cold, and dreary, and wet.”

She pulled you in closer, a grin playing on her lips. “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll keep you warm.”

After a few more minutes, Wanda rose to take a shower - “I smell like the public bus,”- and you went to go check on dinner. You and Wanda had prepared dinner yesterday, all you had to do was heat up the main dish of gnocchi and tomato with basil and sausage, then cook the asparagus and mushrooms.

You sang along with the radio as the vegetables cooked in garlic and olive oil. The rain and wind continued to howl, but you tried to pay it no mind, until the light in the kitchen flickered, then went out. You were left in pitch black. The hum of the stove fizzled out, it’s analog clock going dark. A power outage.

You sighed and took the dishes off the stove, then groped for your phone along the counter. You turned on its flashlight, and began to search for a lighter and whatever candles you and Wanda kept in the house. 

“Wanda?” you called out to the bathroom. “You okay?”

You heard her faint reply. “Yeah, I’m fine!”

As you continued to find candles and their holders, the downstairs was a an interesting array of lit candles on the surface on any flat plain, offering a warm glow to the kitchen and living room. 

Wanda came out of the bathroom, hair in a towel, wearing sweatpants and a comfortable shirt. 

She seemed slightly peeved at the lack of electricity. “The power always when I’m in the shower. Every time.”

You snickered, bringing the pot of gnocchi to the dinning table. Wanda brought plates and utensils. The dining table had a large candelabra, with every candle lit. The lighting was a soft orange, rather romantic, you thought. 

The meal was pleasant, filled with quiet chatter and the ambiance of the pattering rain and low light from the candles. 

You sipped your wine, as Wanda divulged drama occurring in her office. After a while, the two of you eventually settled into a comfortable silence. Her fingers traced your wrist, playing with the charm bracelet your wore. You smiled, rotating your hand to clasp her’s. 

“This is nice,” Wanda whispered. “Right?”

“It is,” you murmured back. “I’ve missed being around you.”

She smiled, looking down at her empty plate. “We’ve both been... busy.”

“But does it take a power outage and freak storm to get us to spend time together?” You asked, trying to keep the strain from your voice. “What if we’re drifting apart, Wanda?”

Wanda shifted in her seat. “We know we love each other, Y/n. You know that I love you. I understand, I’ve been missing you, but the moments we truly have together are wonderful. We cherish them.”

You lowered you head. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Wanda leaned in closer to you, brushing your hair from your face. “Don’t be afraid, you’ll lose me.”

You smiled weakly and kissed her gently, tasting the red wine on her lips. Your anxiety and loneliness was quelled for now. 

The two of you cleaned the dishes away in silence, soaking the plates and pots in cold water until the power would come back on. Wanda entered the living room and flopped onto the couch. You stood next to her, watching the way she curled up on the cushions with a grin.

“Well, the T.V. isn’t working, so that means no M.A.S.H. tonight. What can we do during a power outage?” She looked up at you.

You grinned coyly, hands on your hips. “I can think of a few things.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, before grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the couch. Perhaps power outages weren’t so bad.

[dear-wormwoods]

Oh get healthy soon. Hopefully (if you have covid) your symptoms wont be too bad and you will be alright soon! So im gonna start first of all out of curiosity, what are your current fav interests in movies/shows/subjects to learn about/books and music? :D just name a few that come to mind and why if you dont mind. I dont think i ever asked you this and im looking foward to getting to know your answers :) so anyway have a restful day for now

Ty anon! My symptoms are pretty mild because I'm vaccinated, but I don't want to go to work anyway just in case my results are positive. Mostly it's like a sore throat/cough/runny nose... no fever or loss of senses (thankfully, because that shit freaks me out).

My interests are super boring in that they never change... I just rotate through the same set of things. But I'm definitely on a Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire kick right now. I rewatched the show this summer and now I'm rereading the series. Well, I'm listening to the audiobooks. I find that sometimes I pick up on things listening to books that I missed while traditionally reading them, like sometimes the narrator's inflection will change the way I interpreted a quote initially. That happened a couple of times when I listened to It, so I'm interested to see if anything pops up with this series.

And then of course there's South Park, as always. And It, even though it's definitely on the backburner lately it'll always have a place in my heart. I also resubbed to World of Warcraft right after I finished school, rip.

Let's see... I watched Never Have I Ever a few days ago, which was good! I really liked the way it dealt with Devi's grief for her dad and her relationship with her mom. I cried a lot throughout the first season. The second season wasn't as compelling imo but it was still good, I'm just not in it for the love triangle stuff. I wouldn't call it a new interest, but I liked it.

Also, like everyone else in the world, I've been listening to Bo Burnham's Inside. Bezos is stuck in my head every day, but 30 is my favorite track.

Subjects I like to learn about... hmm. Well I just finished school forever, so my brain is pretty checked out at the moment. But I took a course in psychopharmacology this spring that was interesting. Treatment options and medication side effects are pretty fascinating and I'm sure it'll be helpful in my career to know about, even though I won't be a prescriber.

Mostly I've just had crazy baby fever lately. Like, it's all-consuming. All of my interests have taken a backseat to that and it SUCKS.