#mango headcanons

[randommusicalfluff]

General TD tickle headcanons:

Heather is a force to be reckoned with normally and equally when it comes to tickling

Girlie will HAPPILY use it as leverage against the other campers

She finds out you’re ticklish?? You better run for the hills

Pretty ticklish herself, though she’ll deny it to no end

She’ll fight if anyone tries, but the second you get your hands on her sides she’s done-zo

Courtney doesn’t involve herself in the other contestants tickling shenanigans much, but when she does it’s usually because someone (Duncan) coaxes her into it

If she would let loose a little more she’s definitely be the best ler out of the cast

Scarily good at it, what’s even scarier is how good she is a pin-pointing people’s weak spots

Teasing FIEND because she’s usually antagonized into wrecking someone

On the lowkey she loves going after Gwen, she thinks her laugh is adorable

Cody is a prime target for everyone so he’s gotten really good at getting away and holding in his reactions

If he thinks he can he’ll even try to overpower whoever’s trying to get him

He doesn’t hate it by any means he just knows how to put up a fight!

He’s a very nervous ler despite how confident he is before wrecking someone

Cody gets a little flustered and stutters a lot through the process

Duncan was the #1 ler at the camp but was quickly overridden by Alejandro during World Tour

He’s a very antagonistic ler if that makes sense, he tickles people just to see them in shambles

Expect for Courtney he’s very soft with her

Alejandro wrecked the shit out of him the second he tried something on him

Reputation ruined forever

Harold always tries his best to avoid tickling at any cost

It flusters him a lot it’s ridiculous

LeShawna looovveees wrecking him though

I think the balance each other out as that lee and ler couple

He has suuupper ticklish ribs 👌🏾👌🏾

Sierra definitely has a tickle blog and has posts dedicated to all she learned while being in the cast

No one knows about it but the second someone stumbles on it she’s dead

Tyler is a tickle hug fiend he’ll find any reason to use them on the people he’s close to

He’s not subtle about it at all so sometimes the turns get tabled at him

Has successfully gotten Alejandro ONCE with this tactic, he’s super proud of himself for that

[spase2axolotl]

HEAR ME OUT!!!

(ghost technoblade is the tag now theres more art)

[karimationkat]

Never Apologised Before

A little post-episode 30 headcanon

Read right to left ⬅️

[spacebubblehomebase]

Shit post!

Don't take this too seriously, but LMAO XD. -Bubbly💙

[gabrielleyueerrrrr]

A Theory about King:

In AVA Ep.10 “The Ultimate weapon”, when we see King pushing Purple away from the Minecraft staff, we all thought King betrayed Purple because after fulfilling his mission Purple was no longer useful to King.

But what if King did not mean this way?

What if he was actually trying to protect Purple?

We all know that King was attempting to destroy Minecraft with his staff to avenge his dead son, but since he was physically in Minecraft himself, he would die together with the world as well. We see no attempt of him trying to escape Minecraft after creating a huge black hole in the sky using his staff, and he has plenty of time to do so. Given his distraught mental state after his son’s death, it’s reasonable to speculate that King was suicidal——he wanted to take down Minecraft with him before reuniting with his son.

Based on this assumption, pushing away Purple was an attempt to protect the kid: he wanted Purple to stay away from him, leave him and leave Minecraft, so that the kid wouldn’t die along with him. Also, Purple got up right after he was struck into the ground and he was perfectly fine, so King likely didn’t mean any harm to the kid.

Similarly here, maybe King was actually hoping Purple could be captured by Green and Yellow so that Purple could be with these kids outside Minecraft, safely, when his end comes.

Now, I’m not trying to justify King’s actions towards Purple, he did manipulate, deceive, threaten Purple and actively tried to kill the kid later on. But I think that even when he was being a huge jerk, he did genuinely care about Purple, though he probably didn’t realise it himself. He cared about Purple even before he saw the resemblance to his own son in the kid.

Some people purposely ignore their own well being when grieving because they think that they didn’t deserve to be happy without their deceased loved ones. Similarly, King treated Purple harshly because he didn’t want to get himself attached to the kid, he thought it would be unfair to his son if he moved on.

After Ep.30, Mango finally allowed himself to live again, and be happy, for Purple.

[amagicalmoonlight]

I have not forgotten about my beloved AU

Part 1

[softmangoes]

First, I just wanna say, I adore your writing. From your word choice to the way you convey every emotion, it is nothing short of stunning.

I binged all of your writing, and I was so thrilled to find your DoL fics!!!! If you’re feeling inspired, I’d love to see your take on the LIs reacting to the PC becoming a Fallen Angel, especially if the PC fell for them (like, letting them take the PC’s purity).

In game, it feels kind of tragic falling, especially when doing the quest for the spear, but on the other hand, the whole, who needs a God’s love when I have you is a special type of romantic that I really love.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday season if you celebrate! If not, I hope you’re having a wonderful winter in general!!!

hi hello!! thank you for all your kind words and i'm so glad you liked my dol fics!! 💛

the graciousness of your message has filled my well of inspiration, so here you go and i hope you also enjoy this 🥭

"why me?" pure!sydney says between breaths, between kisses that only make you both yearn for more. your skin is hot against his, while the wall of the library's private study room is cold against his back. he knows he shouldn't be doing this, that the temple would strip him of his status, and that your embrace marks the end of something he's been building all his life.

so why him? you are a holy thing, after all. untainted. pure.

and yet, as you grind against his length, the slickness of you irrestible now that his cage lies beside him in fragments, he finds no trace of regret within him - only reverence, only devotion. only the urge to take your breast in his mouth and to finally slip his length inside you, savoring the warm wetness that anoints him with the miracle of your consummation and the sound of your song.

"because it's me," he murmurs, his hips finding the pace that makes you shudder. after all, why can't a study room be a holy place? who says the bruises from his lips can't count as praise? when he feels you tighten around him, your feathers smoldering as your voice cracks in pleasure, he has his answer. "because," he gasps, reverence threatening to spill. "there's no one better to worship you."

"all saints die," corrupt!sydney murmurs, breath hot between your thighs. his fingers are digging into your hips. the marble altar is cold against your back. you both know you aren't supposed to be here, but there is a thrill in the forbidden.

he dips his tongue into your warmth, the sensation of his veneration smoldering even moreso than the feathers charring on your back. "what is this, but another apotheosis?" he muses, pulling his midnight hair into a ponytail. "another transformation?"

you feel thrilled at the comparison, knowing how you have both changed each other.

a dark force churns within you, tight and coiling. you recognize it as hunger, as the lust you have denied yourself so long in the face of virtue. but what use is virtue, when it can be easily cleaved by the warmth of a hot tongue? when the eyes that behold you in worship reflect the same golden light that used to grace your skin every day? as if sensing your hunger, sydney slips his fingers inside you, filling you. your hips sway into his touch, wanting more. wanting to burn together.

you shake in whitney's embrace, whimpering at the pain, the burning, the visions of the world cracking open and corruption spilling through like so many hungry tentacles reaching to engulf the light. and yet, you would do it all over again to feel his breath, his skin, his desire for you all for the first time.

"hey," he says, scooping cold water onto your tender back. it does little against the fire you feel in every feather, the taint eating away at each filament. "stay with me." there's a tinge of panic in his insistence. you aren't quite sure whether it's real or a hallucination. although he is your former tormentor, this is a kind of pain he is unfamiliar with, yet committed by his hand all the same.

your eyes dull. whitney adjusts his weight, water sloshing in the bath. he jostles you, willing you to stay conscious. whatever the fuck is going on with you, you can't leave him. you can't go before he knows how to help you.

before the darkness takes you, the last thing you hear is him telling you he is sorry.

there are tears in kylar's eyes. "it hurts?" he says, daring to touch your half-singed feathers. you nod, straining to unfurl them to reveal the slow fire eating away at the soft ivory. your halo is cracked, bleeding inky corruption that sizzles upon contact with the air. "it's because we...." his voice shakes, the guilt lancing through the pleasure of your skin just moments ago. "we..."

how dare his selfishness cause your agony. if only he could unmake a moment, exercise even a minute of restraint. perhaps then, you wouldn't be in this pain. his fingernails dig into his palm, teeth sinking into his lips as tears stream down his face freely.

but your mouth covers his, your soft tongue lapping at the blood beading on his lips. your kiss, so gentle, feels nothing like lament. only the delicate grace of forgiveness.

"you're beautiful," eden says, mouth hot against the hollow of your neck. when he first saw you, wings unfurled in the light of the clearing, he thought that you were some kind of strange bird. right as he leveled his shotgun to take aim, he remembered you turning to face him, a look of surprise gracing your features as you beheld the man who would have been your end.

it was a while before he first touched you. your skin burned. the air in the cabin would ripple from your heat. even the bars of the cage threatened to warp. in the cold of the winter, your rage radiated at your confinement, a prized bird trapped in crude metal.

the hunter knew that he was not worth your beauty. your very presence made the shadows of his past all the more darker. you were an angel, a being of pure light, and all he wanted to do was take your warmth for his.

then one day, like a miracle, you came for him. he had collapsed into the cabin, his body stiffened by the cold. hair cracking with ice. he had fallen into the lake while fishing, the ice sheet far thinner than what he originally estimated. he looked at you, glowing in the dark of the cabin, teeth chattering as he unlocked the cage with his hand outstretched.

"go," he rasped as the door swayed open. "it won't be long until -"

warmth spread across his body the moment your mouth pressed against his. you tasted like honey, like sunlight, like every summer he never thought he would live to see. to his surprise, he found you breathless, lips at his neck, telling him to take you.

"why?" he asks, voice hoarse. his fingers run through your hair. because he fell, you tell him, and it was only right that you would as well.

"something's burning," robin says, fear tinging his desire. "is it you? we can stop -"

you silence him with a kiss, tongue tasting his lust for you. your feathers are charring, your halo cracking. before this, you had both talked about the consequences of what would happen. once you were intertwined, there would be no going back. the both of you would be burned into each other's lives forever.

besides, this moment feels less like falling and more like flying: robin's warm eyes on you, his soft mouth parted in pleasure, each sway of his hips bringing you both closer to sweet oblivion. all you can do is card your fingers through his hair as he whimpers against you, sending you both soaring into the heights of a new heaven.

"the moon waxes and wanes," the wraith says, tentacles tracing the darkness of your once brilliant wings. one of them prods at the shards of your halo, corruption leaking from its fragments. you wince, the pain sharp despite the gentleness of the abomination's touch. "and even when it bleeds, it is beautiful."

tendrils, thick and strong, knead along your shoulder blades right where your wings protract from your back. this earns a sigh of relief from you - one that he drinks eagerly with his cold mouth.

"flight must make you ache," he says, his voice nothing less than a sonorous purr. "i may be able to assist."

with his lower pair of hands, the wraith lifts you against the walls of the ruin. he slips inside you with ease, your fingers grasping the silver threads of his hair as you take him. his countless tendrils suckle and writhe against your skin, drawing sounds that echo into the darkness of the ruin. the wraith is a force, a wave of pleasure that does nothing else but pull you further and further into its depths.

after all, you chose to sacrifice the love of a god for the heart of a monster. what else can he do, except devour you?

[mangocustard16]

SEVENTEEN'S REACTION TO THEIR S/O BEING DOCTOR/SURGEON

genre: fluff warnings: fake diseases, mentions of ER, hospitals, accidents and blood lmk if i missed someting wc: 512 a/n: i really wanted to use the 'spin wheel thingy' so i chose 6 members using this also i have zero medical knowledge so don't come at me with for the medical terms

mingyu

excited to use all the cheesy pickup lines he learned from the internet

“Doctor! I think there’s something wrong with my heart. It keeps fluttering every time I see you.”

super proud, brags about it everywhere

got a cold and called Hoshi to tell him that he couldn't come for practice cuz he got rhinorrhea

acts like he gains medical knowledge just by being in your presence

seungkwan

loves absolutely loveeesss to introduce you as Dr. Y/N

would cringe whenever he hears you talk about surgery or every time you describe a particular night in the ER

doesn't understand patient privacy, don't get him wrong he respects them

but whenever you tell him about a specific patient, he has to know their name to relate more to the story

brought back a hurt dog so that you could help him heal

"Baby I’m not a veterinarian! Take out the car we need to go to a vet"

joshua

you had been out of med school for about three weeks and had applied for different hospitals and hospices but no one had gotten back to you

joshua was very supportive, driving you to all the interviews and buying you meals

As you stared at the floor soaking in the rejection, you felt a little sad and upset when the doorbell rang and the mailman dropped off a mail

you asked joshua to read the mail for you, not having the energy to get off the couch just to read another "We regret to inform you." letter

"Dear Dr. Y/l/n, we would like to first thank you for your application to work at our hospital, we hope you can come by to discuss your working hours by-"

"I'M IN!" You screamed throwing yourself into joshua's arms

jeonghan

he knew that being an EMT was a very emotionally taxing job and that you've to desensitize yourself towards accidents to help the patients

but boy is beyond shocked when he sees you in action

someone had accidentally slipped down the stairs and hit their head

you jumped right into action and called an ambulance while a pool of blood surrounded their head while everyone around you froze 

scoups

He would be so happy you were a doctor and that you were so smart 

he would love to see you talk about work and patients and speak about some things he didn’t even get

would be your number one supporter

loves to wear your coat and act like a doctor

"Sneezes, headache, and pelvis pain.... yeah you just have noseadvisitis, there is no cure it just comes with old age byee"

expect lots and lots of fake medical terms cuz he loves to pretend like he knows medicine

dino

everything's fine as long as you are not descriptive about wounds 

urges you to describe your day at the hospital

but grimaces at the mention of blood

finds it kind of weird that you don't smell like the hospital

homeboy always thought that the doctors smelled like the hospital, but is internally grateful that you don't smell like the hospital

is very nosy whenever he sees you studying

"I thought you already passed med school? What are you studying for now"

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Yall really liked the Comics os heres more :D

¡TW: implied SH!

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[hamiltonandpercyjackson]

i like to think that rachel would paint pictures of people she saw and all the book characters she read about

she would go to pottery places and paint monets on bowls to give to camp halfblood. and they would give her suggestions for what she could paint.

she would help the aphrodite kids bleach and tiedye their camp shirts, towels and sheets. they would teach her how to make natural paints and makeup from flowers and fruits

she would make murals on the sides of the training equipment with the apollo and hermes kids. she would help the demeter kids make clay handles for their gardening tools and paint them whatever they wanted.

she would be everyone’s best friend. even clarisse would secretly go to pottery with her

[quiverymango]

“Never forget that fear is but the precursor to valor, that to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a hero. Don’t think. Become.”

I've been in a rough headspace recently, so I decided to rewatch the Tales of Arcadia series. It's been helping me tremendously and inspired me to channel my uncertainty into art that I hope can help encourage my trans siblings to stay strong. We will get through this, together. 🩵🤍🩷

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

I love your art so much! Ringo and Tom maybe? :0

I headcannon Ringo loves Tom the second most >:3

what a coincidence i ALSO headcanon that!!

Tom had to take care of Ringo for a few months while Edd was working on finding his own place. Ringo still loves Edd the best, but she likes Tom too!

(+bonus)

[fruity-fruition]

I keep seeing smooth, pretty hands Tsukasa but hear me out on small scars on hand Tsukasa.

From wounds he learnt to treat himself because he didn't want to worry anyone since it was "so small" but it didn't heal right so there are vague, pinkish lines on his hands. He cut/burned himself while cooking, he accidentally tripped and fell when no one was there, etc.

He heard his parents worry about his safety, so he ended up keeping the "little accidents" to himself. But if anyone looks closely, really really closely, they can see thin pale lines on them.

Rui only realized the scars when he was feeling self-conscious about his own scarred hands, more visible scars from his machinery and stuff. He felt insecure holding such smooth and perfect hands in his.

But they aren't smooth, he realizes. They're bumpy? Mildly rough only in some areas. He realizes that neither of their hands are perfect. He grips tighter anyways

[karimationkat]

One of my purple headcanons is that after navy left and cherry got sick, they dropped out of middle school and picked up multiple part-time jobs

While 15 year old KO/MT did mini jobs for some extra money but his stubbornness would often make it difficult

[mangomagicaart]

I like to think that the bow tie they have is a gift from Snorpy

[gabrielleyueerrrrr]

What instruments would the AVA/M characters sound like if they could sing?

Here are my headcannons! (Click the links to listen to the sound of the instruments)

Blue: Ocarina

Red: Harmonica

Yellow: Accordion

TSC: Classical Guitar

TDL: Stylophone

TCO: Electric bass

Victim: Bass flute

Orange/MT: Trombone

Gold: Glockenspiel

Navy Blue/Dark Blue: Cello

Pink/Orchid: Piano