#Mango writes

[fried-manto]

No because Sunny and Kel definitely kissed before when they were little, out of curiosity.

Kel was definitely like, "Y'know, I saw Hero and Mari to The Thing yesterday, y'know that gross thing adults do?"

Then Sunny, chill as he is, says, "You mean they had sex? Woah."

"Huh?" Kel would say because he didn't know what "sex" was and Sunny was not about to explain (well maybe he would've but Kel never asked) "Noo, I mean they were kissing!"

Kel would pucker up his lips, "Y'know the 'mwah mwah' thing, that your mom and dad likes to do."

"I know what kissing is."

"Mom and dad never do them though.." Sunny would mutters under his breath.

Sunny would then turn to his friend and ask, "So what about it?"

And Kel would turn and face him as well, "I don't know, I always wondered what it feels like."

"Kissing?"

"Yeah!"

Kel squints his eyes, "I mean I know its gross," He then put a finger on his lips, "but how would you know that if you never tried it, right?"

"I guess so.."

Kel lights up, "Okay so! Do you want to try it? With me? Kissing?"

Sunny would look at him with a tinge of confusion, his face would for some reason get just a little warmer, "Uhm what? Just us?"

"Yeah! I mean like, theres no one else here who could try it with me."

"Still, ew."

"C'mon! Just this one time!" Kel would beg, "I won't tell anyone!" His face suddenly reddens, "I mean- I won't, of course not!"

Sunny would sigh in defeat, "Ugh.. fine..." he would then look at Kel straight in the eye, with his face slightly blushed with pink, "What do you wanna do then, normal kiss or french kiss?"

"What's a french kiss?" Kel would cock his head.

"Uh.. I think it's like a fancier- more advanced version of a kiss," Sunny would put a hand on his chin, "..I don't really know to be honest, I just caught a glimpse of the magazine Mari was reading that one time."

"So is it like a better version because it's french?" Kel would say.

"I mean I guess so? French stuffs has always been super romantic"

"Super extra you mean."

Sunny would stifle a laugh, "Yeah so you wanna try that or not?"

"Okay okay but what's the difference between a french kiss and a normal kiss?"

"I don't know, I think the french kiss has tongue in it, like you have to use your tongue to-"

"EW!" Kel shakes his head rapidly, "No way no way- no tongue- ew! We're doing the normal kiss. That's so gross."

"Told you so," Sunny would deadpan.

Kel would bounce back as he always does and ask, "Okay so how do we kiss?"

Sunny would rock back and forth, "Uhmm I guess we just... touch each others lips with our own..."

"Okay.. I can do that.." Kel swallows.

"Close your eyes," Sunny would say as they lean towards each other with slightly puckered lips till they... eventually... touched one another with their-

"BLEGH" Sunny coughs, "Kel- why does your lips taste like orange joe?!"

"What.. I was thirsty earlier," Kel would say as he touched his lips, now finding out how soft Sunny's lips actually are. And how much he wants to do it again.

Kel gasps, "That was-" he gasps again, "We should do it again! One more time!"

"Ew no! Not unless you drink actual water next time." Sunny would say, still not recovered from the taste.

Kel would whine for a bit and that would be the last kiss they had for a few years on. Until one day, Kel would finally bring up the topic again.

"Hey Sunny, you remember that one time we kissed when we were kids? You wanna do it again?"

#woah ive wrote a whole ass essay #never written for long #maybe this is the start of the end of my writing burn out #omori fandom #omori #omori sunny #omori kel #omori mari #omori hero #omori suntan #omori fanfiction #omori headcanons #mango writes

[mango-fizz]

also i have this that i never finished but the splatfest is over so i doubt i ever will now LOL

“You lip-synch, we drip ink!”

“Ay! (It’s Shiver, Frye, and Big Man!)”

“Aren’t they so cute? Takes me back to when we used to do Inkopolis News,” Callie giggles as Marie settles next to her on the couch.

“I dunno, I think we were way cooler,” Marie says, but she’s smiling into her coffee mug. Deep Cut’s voices sound out from the TV.

“What’s got you so excited, Big Man?” 

“Ay, ay! (It’s Splatfest time!)” 

“Oooh!! What’s the theme, what’s the theme?”

Deep Cut’s anticipation is contagious as they wait for the theme to be revealed. Callie finds herself leaning forward in her seat.

"What do you think it'll be this time?" Marie muses.

"I dunno, but whatever it is I bet it'll be tons of fun as always!"

Frye makes a drum roll sound as the results come up on screen. "Bam!"

Marie chokes on her coffee. Callie pats her back as she goes into a coughing fit.

Frye jumps in surprise. "The theme is…! Uh, what?"

Shiver looks caught off guard for a moment before continuing seamlessly. "Who would make the best leader? Shiver, Frye, or Big Man! Quite the interesting theme!" 

"Obviously it's me, I mean, look at me! I'm adorable! And I'm super strong and an awesome dancer," Frye pumps her fists in the air.

Shiver flutters their fan. "That's great, Frye, but I'm the obvious choice for this one. My vocals are unmatched, and I'm graceful and cool and I literally ride a giant shark. What's not to love?"

"Yeah, but who always gets us out of trouble during raids? I always come up with the best escape pla-"

"Ay… Ay! (Frye, we're not supposed to talk about that on TV… But anyway, I'm the best leader! I'm always the one looking out for you guys. Vote for me!)"

The Splatcast fades into background noise as Callie and Marie sit dumbfounded. Marie can't will her hands to stop shaking. 

"This Splatfest…" 

"It's going to be so much fun! Right?" Callie smiles widely.  

"No! It's not!" Marie's brow creases so deep her manager would scold her about wrinkles, but right now she can't bring herself to care. "Cal, they're gonna- This splatfest is gonna hurt them."

"That's not gonna happen and you know it." Callie holds her cousin by the shoulders and smiles in that disarming way she's perfected for years. "This is not the same as last time. Everything is gonna be alright, okay?"

Her voice cracks embarrassingly, so Marie clears her throat. Her voice is smaller than she intends when she asks, "Are you sure?"

The grip on her shoulder tightens, but only so briefly that she thinks she might have imagined it, before Callie's hands pull away. "Deep Cut can hold their own, trust me. It'll take some sort of world-shattering event to tear those three apart. Like a pineapple-tomato-pizza splatfest or something!"

Marie laughs despite herself. "I think this theme is pretty world-shattering though." 

She sighs and slumps back onto the couch. She searches Callie's face but all she finds is unwavering confidence. She hasn't stopped smiling, sitting casually on her hands. 

It doesn't seem necessary, but she'd rather not make the same mistake twice. 

"You okay too, Cal?"

Callie looks at the buildings outside. "Yep! All good." 

Finally, she looks back at Marie. "I promise, Deep Cut will not end up running away and getting hypnotized," she says with a chuckle. "Even if they look really good with shades."

Marie huffs and flicks her on the arm, earning her a pained giggle from Callie. "Good. They better not." Then, more quietly, she mumbles, "I wouldn't wish that on anybody." 

#mango writes #forever a wip </3 #splatoon #squid sisters #deep cut #splatfest #ougha

[madbunsy]

CHAAAAAAPPPTTAAAAAAA 16!!

#mango draws #portgas d ace #marco the phoenix #marcoace #fanart #fic #mango writes

[mango-writes-savvy]

In Plain Sight

I don’t own the gif, all credits to the owner

I used this amazing prompt from @dont-call-my-name-alejandro

1. Gets scared easily x “How did that make you jump?”

Warnings: light cussing

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!reader

You may have been one of the best mechanics working for the best Naval Aviators in the nation. But some days it’s almost like you were scared of your own shadow. It wasn’t your fault, you grew up with 3 older brothers and a herd of cousins. You were the youngest which in some families would have meant you were coddled and protected, but oh no, not in yours. Your brothers treated you like you weren’t 5 years younger than them and their baby sister. Because of this, you were pretty cautious walking around corners and being the first one to walk into a room where the lights were off. You may be in California while all three of them were in Colorado still but your body still reacted to try and protect you if they were around the corner with nerf guns waiting to attack you. Your brothers never abused you by any means, no, just normal brotherly antics; that definitely gave you a couple scars that you still have today.

“Hey, Golden,” Rooster called out.

“Fuckin shit,” you jumped about a foot in the air and dropped the wrench you were using. You turned around, “You scared the shit outta me, Bradley!”

“How did that make you jump?” His eyebrows raised and put out his hands in surrender.

You laughed lightly, “Fuck you, Rooster!” You threw your dirty grease rag at him, “You’ve met my brothers, you know how they are.”

He laughed, “‘M sorry, baby,” he walked over to where you were working underneath the nose of Payback and Fanboy’s plane. “Didja hit your head?”

You shook your head no, “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Good, I would hate to see my best mechanic hurt,” he smirked and kissed your forehead.

You raised an eyebrow, “Oh, is that all I am? Your mechanic.” You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He rolled his eyes, “Well, my best mechanic, my favorite person to get coffee with, my best friend, my person,” he kissed your lips between each phrase.

“Rooster, hurry up! We’re gonna be late and I do not want to be doin’ 200 push-ups this early in the day,” Phoenix yelled while walking into the maintenance bay.

You jumped out of Rooster’s arms and cussed under your breath, “Hey Phoenix, tell the boys their plane will be ready within the hour. Just tell them to come on in when you get done with your briefing.”

She nodded and motioned to Rooster to hurry up, “Will do Golden, sorry I gotta steal Rooster from ya. Try not to work to hard!” She walked out of the bay.

“I love you, don’t work to hard, I’ll see you later,” Rooster kissed your forehead and ran after Phoenix.

You giggled, “Love you too!” You shook your head and got back to work on the plane.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick #top gun #mango writes #cute fluff

[slicedmangoh]

Pess v Mikeko (2028)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47287228/chapters/119153023

Chapters: 1 / Rating: G / Relationships: Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth & Pess, Pess & Mikeko / Tags: Gen, Animal POV, Humor, The Girls Are Fighting

Summary:  Apollo leaves Mikeko with Miles, Phoenix, and Trucy while he's out of the country. Pess is not happy about the arrangement.

Excerpt:

“Do you wanna sit?” Phoenix asks her, lifting his arms to make room in his lap. Mikeko pours down off the armrest, turning around twice before settling herself atop Phoenix’s thighs. “Yeah, there you go,” he croons, tickling her under the chin. The cat soaks up the attention like a spotted sponge, prrrt-ing her appreciation.

So far, Pess has been primarily concerned with reestablishing her claim on Miles. But now that she has it, watching Mikeko hedonistically sink her chin into Phoenix’s scratches, she has never so intensely wished she could take up two laps from across the room.

Phoenix glances up. His loving on the cat falters. “How and when did you teach her to glare?”

Miles hms, looking up from his papers.

“Pess.” He nods towards her. “She’s giving us some major stink eye.”

Mikeko’s eyelids crack open as Phoenix stops his scratching. The animals lock eyes from across the coffee table.

Miles huffs. “That’s ridiculous.”

#IT'S FINALLY HERE #the ace attorney pet fic that nobody asked for!!! #ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #trucy wright #pess #mikeko #apollo justice #mango writes #fanfic

[achillmango]

I worked on 3 stories today.

GO ME!

= D

#mango talks #mango writes #was 1 a warm-up? #yes but! i started it like a month ago i have a narrative for it so it counts #i'm proud of myself #*big cheesy grin*

[madbuns]

Your Tobirama TMA!au has me frothing at the mouth. Eye and Flesh avatar? Amazing. I SO BADLY wanna hear your headcanons on the other founders

apologies if this took a while but Oh BOI DO I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO OVERSHARE THIS

LETS GOOOOO (part one because I'll do Izuna and Mito and add in drawings next time)

Hashirama:

- he's an avatar of the eye in this, how he became it's avatar all I can say it started with a book and a tree.

- Chose him as an eye avatar because it links to his title of God of Shinobi to me, like the Eye of Beholding sees all and knows all so it works well djfjfkf

- he has eyes everywhere.

- he's manipulated and controlled several situations a lot as to how he is basically the reason why the others have become what they are, though he does this as a means of protecting them somewhat, specifically Madara and Tobirama

- He's founder of the Senju institute of research

- keeps tight tabs on Madara and Tobirama

Madara:

- The former Messiah of the Uchiha, the Avatar of the Desolation who also became the Avatar of the lonely

- similar to the situation with Agnes Montague because I've been debating whether or not he fits with the desolation or the lonely though since mix n match is a thing so he is both connected to the desolation and the lonely (despair of loss and potential, the isolation and depression of being alone and nobody and abandoned, etc)

- in this the Uchiha is a cult

- Madara was at first binded to Tobirama who was an infant at the time, by Hashirama as to prevent the desolation ritual.

-This forced Madara and the rest of his followers to lay low for a while because the bind tamed his fire, instead of burning and blazing brightly as if it was about to burn a whole city down it became like the sun, bright, warm, yet so, so far away and much more tamed.

- had at first waited until Tobirama grew older so he could get close to him and kill him to break the bind, falls in love with him instead and this complicates things

- He ends up getting taken by the lonely when he did one last help of favour for Hashirama in order to find Tobi, which ended in Madara being engulfed into the lonely and his fire disappearing entirely as well as his isolation from his group because of him falling for Tobirama, but also because of Tobirama killing Izuna so aha

- as the Desolation avatar he looked no different like how he is usually except for eyes that would flare red as he would make those magma fiery fire that could burn and melt you up hot, eating your despair and potential and leaving anguish and lost hope. But then as the lonely avatar all that colour got sucked away away so he looks like his rinnegan form :9 but more soggy and misty

Tobirama:

- Avatar of the Eye and Flesh, though more of being associated and marked as one of the beholding's own as he worked in the archival teams in the Institute, almost being promoted as an archivist until he turned into the flesh avatar due to one little accident

- he really would have fit as a lonely avatar because of his suiton and his whole colour scheme being blue but also he is a necromancer and knowledge man at heart and honestly he's like a flesh guy and eye guy to me so kdfkdkdk

- since young he had been raised by Hashirama, remember him far and long as brother and follows him loyally

- on the contrary however he doesn't know about his bind to Madara, most of his life revolved around the archives, Hashirama, his team, and Madara who pops in time to time pestering him.

- He gets notified to do a bit of background research for one of the statements and he almost becomes sacrifice to a cult of the flesh who he managed to stop with the help of Madara, although he also found a leitner book which, Madara does not know

- now this is where it starts a change because Tobirama pre-this he had a healthy shade of pale skin and rosiness to it, sometimes the vibe of eyes that make it feel like he's watching you kinda, but after that book he starts changing as his skin gets paler to the point it matches his snow white hair, his eyes that were like a dark shade of red with irises still turned a bright crimson red with no iris in sight, and red markings of inscriptions all over him written in his own blood, carved into his body that became larger and more, uncanny and at that point he stopped coming to work and nobody knew where he went

- Except for Hashirama of course, and Madara who was told by Hashirama

- He was also part of turning Madara into an Avatar of the lonely :V, by killing Izuna :VV

#tma!founders au #Senju Hashirama #Uchiha madara #senju tobirama #Mango writes #asks #I was going to give like a drawing for this #but the artblock said no do lorax and op art so orjtkrdndk #and chibis #but dw tho I'll be doing it soon

[miserable-flamango]

It's been a while since I've posted some of my written work here, so here's a snippet of something I wrote a couple months ago. This is mainly just me self-projecting my ADHD ass onto my favorite boy idk what to tell ya

Also Plasma cause <3

Kai stood in front of the door to Jay’s workshop, nervously twiddling his thumbs. Zane had asked him to go fetch the blue ninja, and Kai stupidly agreed. A lesson he learned early on was that Kai and fragile objects don’t mix well; he would always be scolded by his father for being so wild and rambunctious in the shop, and has had a history of accidentally destroying valuables items which always ended in angry shouts and hot tears. He’s always been too brash, too feisty, too loud, too much, and he needed to calm down. He felt his heart pound as he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, followed by a muffled “Come in.”

As soon as he entered, a wave of heat was the first thing to greet him. With all of the running tech along with Jay’s own body heat, it can make the small room toasty within a matter of minutes, and Jay likes to have privacy while he works so he never opens the door. They need to install a window or something. Tools, wires, bits, and bobs filled every square inch of the small room, busting out of boxes and laying on top of crudely stacked piles, to the point where it wasn’t organized chaos anymore, it was just chaos. Jay sat at his desk, turned in his chair to face the door, his face brightened when he saw his boyfriend, “Hey Kai, you gonna keep standing in the door or what?” 

“Right, sorry.” Kai muttered as he stepped foot into the room, blinking a few times to get used to the much dimmer lighting. How does Jay even see anything in this place? “Uh,” he spoke up, scratching the back of his neck, “Zane said to remind you about the oven.” 

Jay’s eyes widened as he whipped around in his chair to look at a clock on the wall, “Shit, I totally forgot about that! Thanks for reminding me! I’m just finishing up the temperature gauge right now, come see.” he beckoned. Kai tensely ventured further into the room, keeping his arms pinned to his sides to avoid bumping into anything as he approached the desk. There underneath the yellow light of the desk lamp sat a small motherboard with thin wires sticking out and some small gray boxes and cylinders stuck on, which he assumed one was probably a battery. 

“The sensor was busted, which meant that the oven’s voltage was continuing to rise because there was no cap off. So I took off this thing right here-” Jay pointed to different parts on the board as he explained, but it just went in one ear and out the other for Kai. Don’t get him wrong, he loves listening to whatever project Jay’s working on, but he could never seem to wrap his head around anything electronic or coding related. When he finished, Kai flashed him a smile, “Looks good, babe!” 

Jay smiled at the praise, “Thank you, just need to attach a few more things and I’ll be done.” He looked around at his workspace for something before looking back up at Kai. He batted his eyelashes at him, “Oh wait, it seems my soldering iron is on another table. Mind if you help me out?” he asked sweetly. Kai stiffened, any other time he would jokingly chide him for “using his powers irresponsibly” while being more than willing to help, even taking the opportunity to steal quick kisses from the lightning master. Now, he couldn’t get over the chance that he might accidentally ruin the gauge or something worse, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk. He reached over and grabbed the iron, “I’m kinda busy right now, sorry.” he lied, handing off the tool and turning to leave quickly to avoid looking at Jay’s face.

“Oh, okay. Uh… bye-” Jay’s goodbye was cut off by the closing door.

#Mango Writes #ninjago #kai smith #kai jiang #jay walker #plasma shipping #certified adhd moment #for me at least #ive never really written something like this before so I hope its decent

[meximango]

Day 13 - check - G - Luvon + Nero 

Luvon tests something.

--

Three polite raps sounded at his office door--or the frame, anyway, since the door was wide open.

He knew who it was even before that soothing voice reached him. Most people barged right in even if the door was closed with a 'do not disturb' sign taped to the front in big red letters, because he worked with a bunch of rude ingrates with no sense of decorum or ability to read, apparently. Only one shining star of a coworker bothered knocking even when the door was open, would wait for permission to converse. Nero could kiss him for it (he wouldn't, because it may startle the poor anxious soul, but he had thought about it more than he'd care to admit).

"Good evening, Nero. May I come in?"

Luvon stood in the hall, patiently waiting outside the room entrance with a small smile on his face. He waved as Nero turned around, his chair squeaking loudly as it swiveled--note to self, use the squeaking to annoy the hells out of Cid when he next comes by.

Luvon had opted to wear shades today, the very same Nero had made for him after discovering his extreme sensitivity to light. It always filled the garlean with pride to see his inventions being put to good use. Luvon was able to go much longer these days before needing to don his usual blindfold. The lenses were polarized with a new technique he'd developed and specially crafted to filter out gaudy spell effects too, rendering them nearly invisible. They even lessened screen fatigue! Nero had a matching pair on, partial as he ever was to wearing sunglasses indoors. They made him look cool.

"Of course, Freckles. You're always welcome." Unlike certain someones that need not be named, lest it summon him. He motioned him forward, and Luvon acquiesced. "Now, what brings you here? Need my expertise on something?"

"In a sense, yes." Luvon pitter-pattered into the room, steps so light they could barely be heard. He stopped a few films away. With Nero sitting down, they were almost eye to eye. A rare viewpoint.

"Well? You were right to come to me, I am the obvious choice." If he wasn't the first pick, he'd need to up his game.

Luvon's smile shifted, suggesting he was holding back a huff of laughter. Not too strange; Luvon found Nero amusing, which was just another of his charm points: a sense of good taste. "It is an answer only you can provide, in fact."

Nero preened. He was terrifyingly smart, true, but something only he could answer? Whatever could it be? "Don't keep me in suspense, then!"

Luvon stepped closer.

Then closer still.

If he kept going, they'd end up nose to nose, and Nero would have a lap full of the other. Certainly not unwelcome, but he was getting confused now.

"May I touch you?" He tilted his head to the side sweetly, innocently. His hands were held behind him to appear less threatening--not that the guy who barely came up to his elbow had to worry about that, Nero couldn't imagine ever being scared of the soft soul in front of him.

Wait. Back up.

Touch him? Yes. Please do. Whatever for?

"Whatever for?"

"I need to check something. I already know the answer, but I promised to get evidence to confirm."

He was curious enough to go along with it. "I am all for the scientific method. So long as it won't hurt, touch away, shorty." He held his arms out and added, "My body is yours to examine." He grinned and winked, despite his eyes being hidden by the barrier of their two pairs of shades, so there was no way the other would know that.

Luvon, despite his appearances and general anxieties, was not shy. And in fact he was a very touchy-feely individual naturally. A pat on the elbow here, squeeze of the fingers there, etcetera. He was tactile and had stopped asking in general after the Ironworks crew gave him blanket permission, as his eyesight was still poor even with the aid of spells, tonics, or shades--though not so much that he needed a cane--and touch could be useful to orient himself.

All this to say that Nero didn't expect the man to blush. His grin only widened at that; maybe his feelings were reciprocated after all. Certainly something to look into later.

Luvon nodded, then leaned in.

Waitisthisactuallyhappening--

Instead of faces meeting, the other turned his head and ducked down to press one fuzzy ear to Nero's chest. A bit disappointing, but still nice. Still much closer tysn expected, nearly intimate. A pointer and index finger pressed to his neck where his pulse point was, pressure firm but claws gentle.

It took a lot of effort to keep his heartbeat steady--wouldn't do to trigger doctor mode out of the other, and it'd be embarrassing to explain why his heart was racing. He'd have to spell it out, Luvon surprisingly bad at figuring feelings out when he was the primary target of them. No thanks, not ready for that conversation yet.

After a moment, Luvon spoke again, taking away his hand, though he kept his head where it was. The rumble of his voice vibrated pleasantly through Nero's chest. "Mhmm. It is just as I expected."

"Yeah?"

"Indeed. You do have a heart. There it is, beating just fine." Luvon pulled back, giving his chest a few pats for good measure.

Nero was taken aback. Before he could find his words again, Luvon continued.

Well, he giggled, first. Honestly giggled. "I apologize, Nero, but this was a rather silly setup of a joke. Cid bet earlier that you did not have one, so I volunteered to get proof."

Nero groaned. Of all the ridiculous jokes. Of course Luvon would follow up literally. "Of course Garlond was involved. You tell that idiot--"

"I am certain he would rather hear it from you," Luvon interrupted him. Fair. His rants and creative insults about Cid could go on a while once he got started, best served personally for their colorful language and nuanced delivery. "But the next time he suggests you are lacking in a heart, I will remind him of my hard evidence to the contrary."

Nero did laugh at that, finally. "I'd love to see the look on his face of you defending me. Can't wait, really. Where is the old grump?"

"How fortuitous, then, we are going out to get dinner soon. You can accompany us!"

Oh, and a chance to ruin Garlond's date night, one he'd never be invited to if Cid hadn't put Luvon up to such a ridiculous joke of a challenge? His name day had come early.

"It would be my pleasure, Freckles. Lead the way." He held his arm out and Luvon took it as the invitation it was, hooked his own arm around his elbow as they left the room, merrily chatting all the way.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #luluvon luvon #nero tol scaeva #ffxiv oc #mango writes #ooof this one is a bit. idk. writing on phone suuuuuuucks lol. #pre ot3 ohoho. nero can be a pining guy bc i said so #luvon : this a totally fun lighthearted joke and not an excuse to touch that soaghetti noodle of a man #nero wouldnt be offended at luvon . no that is all going to cid. this dinner is going to get them kicked out the restaurant #no beta we die like loiusoix

[thesentientmango]

Ring Around the Rosie

Read on A03!

Summary- Season 8 ends with disaster. Panic and fear and individual escape attempts to try and reach season 9. No one makes it out unscathed.

-Excerpt below!-

Scar was falling. He wasn’t sure when he was going to hit the ground. If he was going to hit the ground. The space around him consumed him, his body was lost. He was drifting in the nothing, being eaten by the silence.

The distant stars never seemed to move, not as he plummeted, not even as he spiraled out of control, spinning head over heels. The unchanging emptiness around him made him nauseous. The stars taunted him with their constancy.

Scar couldn’t imagine he’d always been falling, there were faint whispering memories of something more, an undying hope of an ending.

Scar fell.

Scar drifted.

Scar breathed and remembered again how he didn’t even know how he was alive.

The protective suit he wore was worn, the edges frayed. With every slow breath he could hear rattling, a mechanical whir. Something was keeping him alive and he wasn’t sure what or how.

Something deep inside him was afraid people shouldn't be where he was for very long.

Maybe there was a reason it tried to kill you.

Read the rest on A03!

#hermitblr #hermitfic #hermitcraft #hc season 8 #hc s9 #hc season 9 #hc s8 #goodtimeswithscar #mango writes #mangowrites #ring around the rosie fic

[fried-manto]

If you are curious, this is how my thought process for fic plots or comic panel making actually starts.

Starts with the climax convo talks.

Sunny breaksdown in front of Mari's grave. "How can i ever forgive myself.. after what i did to you.." Hallucination Mari (Sunny doesnt realise she's a hallucination, he assumes shes real) comes in and touches Sunny's face with her ghostly hands(?), it brings Sunny's attention to her. "You can't," Hallucination Mari smiles softly, "Because you killed me." She leans in and hugs him, "Because you hurt me." "Because i hurt you" (Sunny mimicks what she says) Her tone is warm while her body(?) is cold. "But i can forgive you." Sunny looks at her with hope, "You can?" "Yes, and you can forgive yourself as well." "I could?" "Mhm, you just have to do this one small thing." Mari hops up, the smile forever etched onto her face as she says, "Kill yourself." Sunny is stunted, he blinks, "Huh?" Mari's smile can only grow wider, "Kill yourself, that will make me forgive you." And then so on, i think about what Sunny's responds is what the ending and begining will be, then i write a draft. Then i either start with the comic or the fic.

#mango writes #omori fandom #omori fanfic #tw; suicidal thoughts #tw; suicide threats

[mango-fizz]

hi do you have a link to that post of the the marie reader late night radio talk show interview thingy you wrote i need to dunk my brain in good writing

tumblr search fucking sucks so here just have it, again akfhdkbsbd

As you sit there, listening to Marie introduce you as a guest on her podcast, you can't help but wonder: How did you land this opportunity!? Seriously, holy shit! That's Marie, from the Squid Sisters, right in front of you!

You do your best to make it seem like you're listening and responding like a normal person and totally not losing your mind. 

Really, you should be used to this by now. As a model for popular clothing brands, you've been on countless talk shows, interviews, and events, meeting tons of celebrities and important people in the industry.

But none of them were Marie.

To reiterate, Marie from the Squid Sisters!!

"I'm so glad you found time to come on the show tonight. I'm sure you must be very busy," you hear her say, reminding you that this is very much real. 

"Not at all, I-I must thank you for the opportunity to talk with you, um, on the podcast." You try to make the waver in your voice less obvious. 

Marie chuckles, and even if it was a performative one your hearts still hammer out of your chest. You smile involuntarily. How embarrassing.

She moves on to standard interview questions, many you've already been asked before, but you answer again with twice the enthusiasm, as if it was the first time anyone in the world had ever questioned such a thing.

She flips her flashcards with such elegance, your eyes are drawn to her hands. Every movement she does is filled with grace. Adjusting her mic, tucking her tentacles around her headset, sipping her drink through the straw…

You blush. Okay, seriously, stop it. Pay attention. You have to be professional about this. You clasp your hands together in an attempt to appear serious and in focus, but it's really to conceal how sweaty your palms are.

Marie smirks. "So, I heard you're a big fan of the Squid Sisters?" 

You feel like you might go into cardiac arrest. She found out about that? You hadn't exactly been secretive about it, you suppose. But if she didn't notice the flush in your face before, she must certainly notice now. You clear your throat.

"W-well, yes, actually. I am." You try so hard to not think about the way her eyes light up at your answer. "It's actually because of you that I decided to become a brand model."

"Oh?" she says, and you dread having to say the next words in front of her, or at all, and you briefly wish that someone would splat you right then and there. But she's looking at you with that glint in her eye that you've seen a million times on TV, and you think you could kiss her right now if she asked. 

"When I saw you on stage, or on the news, I was captivated. You shone with such beauty and charisma, and I was just instantly a fan. I thought, if I could be dazzling like you one day, I would be overjoyed."

You realize how cheesy and embarrassing that all sounded. You think you might faint if you weren't already sitting down. You take a sip of your water to distract you from the impending consequences of embarrassing yourself in front of your favorite idol.

"That's… quite the praise. I don't know what to say."

You work up the courage to glance up at her and she… she's blushing!? She's gotta be trying to kill you. Her smile is blinding. You think you might die.

"I feel honored, thank you," she continues, and when she says your name you feel your chest burst with joy. You could die right now and be sure you've lived a happy life. 

You remember you're supposed to act normal. You wrap your hands around your cup to hide their trembling.

"You're very welcome. You and Callie deserve only the highest praise." Yes! That seems normal enough. Good response.

"Do you have a favorite song, if you don't mind me asking?"

And there it is. You duck your head slightly as you mumble, "...Tide Goes Out."

She smiles again.

At this point you think to yourself that there's no way your disastrous crush on Marie hasn't been made blatantly obvious. With your constant praising and blushing every time Marie so much as breathed, you think you probably look a bit ridiculous. Good thing this show is a podcast and people can't see you. 

But Marie can see you. Very well, in fact, seeing as she's right across from you and the table is fairly small, and she's looking at you in such a way that feels like you're being read like an open book and you cannot attempt to hide a single thing from her even if you wanted to. 

"I'm flattered. Don't worry, I won't tell Cal," she says. There's a slight tease to her voice that has you weak. 

You laugh nervously, and it's the lamest response you could have given, but how else would you respond? Is this even real life anymore? You feel bad for the poor asshole that's gonna listen to this podcast ep later next week and die of cringe. 

The rest of the interview is a blur as you do your best to answer the questions as casually as possible. Eventually you find yourself nearing some semblance of relaxation. Marie's dry commentary is entertaining, making you laugh and join her for some witty back and forth. One of your jokes even manages to make her laugh earnestly (the sound made you smile so wide your cheeks hurt.) All of your interactions made you remember why you fell for her in the first place. She truly is just… amazing.

Turns out the poor listener next week will get a decent podcast episode out of this after all.

"Well, I think it's about time to wrap this up," she says. You sigh in equal parts relief and disappointment. Ending the podcast means saying goodbye to Marie. 

She goes through her usual goodbye script (you have it memorized by heart) and turns off the recording. 

"You okay? You seemed kinda nervous there. I'd have thought you'd be more used to interviews," there’s that teasing lilt again, and you can't decide if you're happy she's concerned about you or if you feel mortified. You scramble for some form of explanation.

"Y-yeah, sorry! It's fine. It's just, you're… amazing, Marie," you say, and you briefly worry if you're being too forward. Marie snorts (cute), before waving you off nonchalantly.

"Thanks, but I'm not anything special, really."

"Well, sure you are. I mean, you won the Splatfest, didn't you?"

Marie clears her throat. "I think that hardly matters."

#mangoask #mango writes #oc x canon #x reader #whatever #marie #if ur looking for good writing youre looking in the wrong place but thank you kfhsjfhsjfhajd im honored

[madbunsy]

Ueaaaaaoup new fic braintot

#mango writes #one piece fic #portgas d ace #one piece sabo

[mango-writes-savvy]

Wisdom

This was requested by @loquacious-shari I hope you enjoy it!

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x reader

Normally, people got their wisdom teeth taken out in their teens. You weren’t that lucky. You had just gone in for a normal checkup when your dentist told you that your wisdom teeth were impacted and needed to be taken out as soon as possible to avoid them causing problems. Jake was kind enough to drive you to and from your appointment and look after you. “Hey darlin’, get in the truck c’mon.” Jake said trying to get you in the truck to take you home.

You started to drag your feet to the passenger door when you turn around in his arms quickly. “Wait! There’s a bird! We gotta go back and get’m before he eats a rotten fish and dies!” You mumble through the gauze in your mouth. You try to walk away from the truck and to a tree in the parking lot,

Jake laughed so hard he was shaking. “No, baby, no get in the truck and I’ll get you ice cream instead.” He lifted you up and sat you in the passenger seat, buckled you in and jogged to the drivers side. He started up the truck and made his way home. “So then they took my tongue so I can’t even lick my lips or nuffin and Oh, Look a shoe! “ You start crying and Jake looks concerned.

“It’s only one shoe. It doesn’t have its bes frien. I’m glad your my bes frien Jakey. I’m surprised you don’t have a girlfrien yet. Why?” Your mood shifted from sad to happy in an instant and you roll your head around to look at him.

“Baby, I do have a girlfriend.” He chuckled lightly, while pulling into the driveway.

“When did dis happen?” You start crying again, “We’re you not going to let me? I fought i was your bes frien and you weren’t gonna tell me? I’m hurt. I thought I meant more fan fat to you.”

“(Y/N). You are my girlfriend,” he leans over and kissed your temple. You didn��t even register what he said because you were still mumbling about how you thought that you meant more to him than that and didn’t even know that he was going to ask anyone out.

“Baby, baby, hey (Y/N), baby,” he whispered and gently turned your head to face him. You finally stopped talking and turned to look at him with big puppy dog eyes. “I love you okay? I will always love you and will always tell you everything. Everything. Okay, darlin’?”

You looked up at him and nodded, “You-you promise?”

He nodded, “I promise baby,” and he kissed your forehead, “Now let’s go get some ice cream.”

You grinned and nodded again.

He smiled and helped you out of the truck and onto the couch. “Wait here and I will go get your ice cream.”

You unintentionally ignored him while you cuddled up to your black lab, “puppy,” you muttered, grinning.

He smiled to himself and took a picture before heading to the kitchen to get the ice cream and your pain meds.

#top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #Jake Seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman top gun #hangman imagine #mango writes

[slicedmangoh]

Pinecone Surprise

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50027437

Chapters: 1 / Rating: G / Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Tags: we're pretending that everything was fine at the end of season 4, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship

Summary:  It's been months since the Hawkins gang did away with Vecna, but Nancy is still haunted by the tolling of ghostly grandfather clocks in the dead of night. On one such sleepless night, she receives an unexpected visitor.

Excerpt:

Thunk.

Something brittle and woody hits her window, drawing Nancy up from her pillow. It’s definitely not Vecna or any of his fleshy, slimy minions tossing things at her bedroom window, but her pulse still hammers away. Throwing off the covers, Nancy hurries over on bare feet to shove the window open the rest of the way. The close warmth of late July stirs the hem of her nightgown. Poking her head out into the dark, she finds Robin standing on the shadowy lawn, poised like a pitcher on the mound with something held in her raised fist.

Robin lowers her hurling arm. “Hey,” she whispers. “Are you awake?”

Is she—what? Nancy’s brows draw together as Robin realizes what she’s said.

Robin shakes her blonde mop in the tangerine light of the street lamp. “You know what? Forget I said that. Can I come up?”

#mango writes #stranger things #ronance #Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler #fanfic #Robin Buckley #Nancy Wheeler

[achillmango]

I wrote 1200 words yesterday

I'm proud of that

#it was a warm up #but i wrote it all in one go #mango talks #mango writes