Latest Posts by mangogreent - Page 4
Come hell or high water, time's gonna have the final say
Song: Conspiracy of Silence - The Swoons
going from drawing cute anime boys to cute cartoon turtles is a learning curve
Take them take them TAKE THEM TAKE THEM TAKE THEM
now the darkness comes alive by @goodlucktai
READ NOW THE DARKNESS COMES ALIVE BY @taizi RIGHT NOW
@mangogreent I very lucky to have you as my friend! You are a wonderfull and funny person! Your art is so soft and so beatifull and your writing alway makes me feel to many emotions!
Because they're everything to me *GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKES YOU LIKE UR A GACHA MACHINE THAT WON'T GIVE ME MY DAMN TOY*
The lawn is dead.
Song: half return by Adrianne Lenker
The movie brainrot i am going through rn
HEY FULL CANVAS
I always dream of making post movie fics/comics but i rarely get to sit down and make them
Baby’s first time clinging
I swear you could associate the 4 phases of this song (every time the melody switches) to each panel and youd get a pretty damn good picture of how im feeling
OMG THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW THE ICHOR IS GLOWING and omg the faint rays of light shuddering through the water. Also his cape folds/ripples whatever you call them are so clean DAMN. please teach me how to do fabric folds i need a tutorial 101 fr. AND THE POSE!!! he looks so alone and scared and im glad 🥰🥰🥰 also the symbolism goes insane INSANE
Thank you so much and it looks so fcking amazing. PLEASE KEEP COOKING BECAUSE U ABSOLUTELY COOKED SPAGHETTI ALFREDO PENNE RAVOLI GUACAMOLE!!! Lots of love ❤️
fanart for this fic :3 two vers with and without text! i had fun doing the pose and the little detaisl here lol (fic by @mangogreent)
(if anyone knows the author's tumblr or social media pls lmk !!)
small details that i added below the cut
-God!Percy is posed to look somewhat like he's kneeling, a thing gods just. dont usually do
-His facial features are obscured, symbolising how he's being used and taken from until he is no more
-the white streak of hair is kept from when he held up the sky because he wanted to keep that memory, that tie to humanity
-the drowning metaphor is obvious methinks
Another shameless plug 😎😎
THANK U!!! MY FRIENDS HAVE SAID GREAT THINGS ABOUT THIS PLACE
cant wait to read all the hurt comfort whump angst 🥰
So I got into the turtle show.
ACE HELP I LITERALLY JUST WATCHED THE ROTTMNT MOVIE A FEW DAYS AGO AND IM ALREADY SO DEEP IN THE TRENCHES IM BINGING THE 2018 SHOW RN
im being consumed
So I got into the turtle show.
So I got into the turtle show.
@mangogreent YOU ARE THE BEST!!! you're an amazing writer, and such a kind person!!! you're funny and young like the sea is truly HEARTBREAKING, and the MDL is a wonderful space you've created where all our hearts get wrought out of tears on the daily!!! i am so so SO glad i got to meet you, and my life has definitely been improved by having you in it!! thank you for being you <3
part 3
…i don’t think bro gets it 😅
My commissions are currently open!
Primarily writing One Piece - feel free to ask for other fandoms!
Available types are:
Short SFW public fics > via KoFi prompts
Long fics & any NSFW fics > via DMs
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Take Under Tide (PJO)
"We have to jump." The cliff calls your name—beckons you forth with its high winds and the plunge it dares you to take. You whisper, "We wouldn't survive the fall." "Pray—that’s all we can do." You choke on a laugh devoid of humor, listening to the clamber of monsters not far behind, and you wonder what would be a better end between this and them. "My parent has never answered." Their eyes meet yours. "Then, pray to someone who will."
In which, Demigods pray not to the Ancient Olympians, but to the God who they know will answer.
- ao3
every high and every low
i wrote a tiny little something for @mangogreent, it isnt much but i hope you like ! happy birthday lake ! title borrowed from glad you exist by dan + shay (listen with your platonic nakamaship hat on and dissolve into seafoam with me)
read on ao3
x
Luffy’s body doesn’t scar easily. It’s one of the many facets of a frankly unhinged healing factor; his body shuffles micronutrients and vitamins around like a circus clown juggling pins, wounds healing so quickly and completely that there is rarely a trace left behind.
There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. The smiling pencil-mark curve beneath his eye is one of them. The cruel, gaping burn across his chest is another.
Sanji and Chopper have spent hours going over dietary needs and goals for everyone aboard Sunny, not just their captain. But it’s their captain whose food works like a miracle in his stomach.
If Sanji thinks too long and too hard about Totto Land—about Luffy’s trembling, emaciated limbs when he handed over a disgusting, ruined bento, the way his skin plumped up and shone with good health within minutes of a meal—there are very good odds that he’ll spiral into a fit of grief or guilt or panic no matter where he is or what he’s doing at the time. So he tries not to think about it, and instead loads his captain with carbs and protein and fiber at every opportunity instead.
Suffice to say, Luffy’s skin is largely whole and undamaged, only a few faint scars scattered here and there that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t really looking. His rubber body is a marvel, but it burns like a starving furnace, and sometimes it does him a disservice no one could have possibly seen coming.
“You don’t feel that?” Usopp says with a frown.
“Nuh-uh,” Luffy confirms blithely, watching the feather move back and forth across his arm. “If you pinch me or poke me with something sharp I will, but if it’s soft it’s like it’s not there at all.”
For a moment, everyone sits there and absorbs that information. Sanji can feel it settling over his nakama like a blanket of snow; cold and promising to pack in and be a pain in the ass to shovel through. Sanji has to readjust his understanding of the world, too. It takes him a minute.
The only touches that Luffy feels easily are the ones that hurt. That’s true for everyone, in a sense—but just because a slap might register louder and faster than a gentle touch doesn’t mean the latter doesn’t carry a weight of its own.
Sanji wonders, abruptly, if the last thing Luffy felt from him was the fight they had on Whole Cake when Sanji was desperate to free his captain of his obligations to a pathetic, useless cook—when he did everything in his power to drive him away.
Nami and Brook have joined Usopp in the game of poking Luffy’s arms and legs and squishy sides in the name of proving him wrong, finding a spot where he isn’t so thick-skinned. Brook’s phalanges drumming against his ribs make him giggle a bit, but how much of that is real feeling and how much is simply delight at all the attention and affection pointed his way?
It should be cute, but Sanji can see—and feel—it cutting everyone to the quick. Robin has closed her book, watching the scene without a smile on her face. Franky’s hands are unmoving around the great feathered monstrosity he and Usopp have been building at the table together up until this point, as if he’s forgotten he’s holding tools in the first place.
Enough is enough, Sanji decides, and sets aside his pride along with his bowl of red velvet cupcake batter and maryse spatula, moving around the counter with purpose.
“Got an idea,” he says at length and Nami scoots gamely to the side. Sanji keeps moving before he can get in his own way and takes Luffy’s round face in one work-hardened hand.
Luffy, who has been known to use his actual skull as a battering ram, usually fights with his whole chest and carries most of his injuries there, too. His face, aside from an unfortunate unsupervised incident with a knife when he was little more than a toddler with a highly questionable and often day-drunk role model, is unscarred.
Sanji brushes his thumb against Luffy’s cheek, where the skin lays very thin over sensitive nerve endings. His captain blinks up at him, brown eyes wide and trusting, every bit as if he’s looking at someone who has never hurt him before.
The crew present is watching raptly, their disquiet transforming into absurd, single-minded scrutiny. There’s a reason they’re not only living in the New World but thriving there—they’re good at adapting, at assimilating new information, at smacking the curveballs right out of the park on their second swing.
“Feel that?” Sanji asks.
Luffy tips his head curiously, just enough not to dislodge Sanji’s hand. Perfectly willing to sit still and be held when it’s his cook doing the holding.
“Kinda,” the boy says, the barest hint of a furrow forming between his brows. It’s the beginning of an epic spoiled sulk that everyone who loves him is intimately familiar with—because his nakama belong to him, and so Sanji does, and so his hand on Luffy’s face does, and it is rapidly occurring to Luffy that it’s not fair for all of those things to be true and for him not to be able to feel it.
Sanji can’t help but smile, always equal parts charmed and exasperated by the future king in a pout. He leans in and presses his mouth to the same place his thumb was, kissing the soft cheek firmly. He can almost see it when Luffy zings to attention, his overwhelming focus zeroed into that singular point of contact.
By the time Sanji straightens, Luffy is already beaming ear-to-ear.
“I felt that!”
Sanji returns to his dessert prep, perfectly satisfied with the changed world he leaves in his wake. Chopper is already clambering over the top of the table, scattering the bits and bobs of the engineers' project into an irremediable mess in his haste to bury his favorite human in fuzzy reindeer kisses, and similarly everyone else’s eyes are gleaming with promise.
Luffy’s rubber body is both a wonder and a menace, much like the golden soul it houses. But where it falls short and fails him, his friends will pick up the slack. Luffy is probably going to get his cheeks and forehead pinched and poked a lot more when he’s whining or complaining or elsewise being his annoying, incorrigible self.
But he’s also going to get kissed a lot more there, too.
This is my first zine ever, but I'm super excited (and nervous)! Thank you to @opfluffzine for the opportunity :3
I made a bingo card based on fanfic writing habits for a little friendly exchange! Posting this here if anyone else loves filling out sheets :3
this is my shameless (actually slightly shameful) sefl promo to say I have a second animatic up on YouTube now :D