Mango Stories

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Mango and Brash go undercover as amusement park workers! (Ride operators).The place starts to slowly feel a bit.. unsettling. Everything was...so utterly joyful of some sort and disgustingly happy and most things were just smiling and grinning at them ever so weirdly. Gosh, it was horribly off...

This is where I post my wof sketches and some are really good and some... Not as good. 😅

After using a new device Brash invented-the G.R.I.D.-the two gators discover there's still issues in a training simulation Mango keeps trying to run through to be a better agent. Things moved when they aren't supposed to, some items don't show up and Mango is forced to fail the mission because of lack of supplies, and everything in the simulations just look OFF. Mango fears running through the sims with Brash will only make things worse, but Brash is totally confident in finding answers with Mango. After all, the issue won't resolve itself, and it'll only get worse over time. Can the two gators run through the sims together to find out what's behind all these glitches and file them out? Or will the technology swallow them whole and they become part of the system itself...?

What happens when a new stick figure comes to life? This tiny Pink one is quite mischievous! Would the Rainbow gang be able to take care of this little one or would they be a disaster? Read to find out! :D (( I'm not a great writer but eh who cares? I'm just writing from my imagination and having fun :3 ))

some mistakes get made

Amesh is the fourth and youngest child of the Suriname family, a family of well known superheroes that protect not only their world but others that surround it. While his siblings are out saving the world, Amesh is at home playing Mango Life. Unlike his siblings, Amesh has no interest in being the hero of the story, he prefers to be normal. And like all normal teenage boys he locks himself in his room and plays video games all day and night, only to come out when the dinner bell rings. The only family member you don't want to piss off is Momma Suriname, and dinner is always reserved for family meal time. It was a normal family dinner time, the Powerhouses were relaying their adventures of the day, Father and Momma Suriname gleamed at the tales, and Amesh drank his strawberry mango smoothie. That was until the tales became a little too similar to the gameplay Amesh had experienced earlier that day. ======== Written for ONC 2024 Main Prompt: 50 Sub Prompts: 49, 87 Fun Fact: Amesh means "Sweet like a Mango"

*⚠️🇩🇴WARNING🇩🇴⚠️ * IF YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR.........GO IF YOUR NOT DOMINICAN/HISPANIC......GO Because some words are in Spanish

This is my first fanfic ever, enjoy!

Hey so... 67.

Mango x SBB fics cuz I OVE THEM!11!!!

Every May, my grandmother declared war on the sun. She would climb to the terrace at seven in the morning, a brass tray of salted mango cubes balanced on her hip, and lay them out on an old cotton saree like soldiers in formation. "Watch them," she would order me, as if the crows had organized a heist. They had, actually. Twice. For hours, the mango pieces baked until bone-dry. Then came the part I loved - the kitchen filling with the smoke of roasting mustard and methi seeds, the violent sputter of hing hitting hot oil, the red storm of chili powder settling over everything. She never measured a thing. Her hands were the measuring cups, calibrated by forty summers. The mixing was ceremonial. Mango, masala, oil - folded together in a giant steel paraat while she hummed old film songs under her breath. Then everything went into the big ceramic barni, its mouth tied with muslin, and returned to the terrace to sunbathe for three more days like a tourist with nowhere to be. "Why can't we just buy pickle?" I asked her once. She looked at me the way you would look at someone who suggested buying a grandmother. The jar lasted the whole year. Through exam seasons and monsoons and winter dinners of plain khichdi, one spoon of that achaar fixed everything. The pieces stayed crunchy till the very end - her one non-negotiable point of pride. She is gone now, but the method is not. I finally found it written down properly - the real thing, with actual measurements instead of hand-calibration: the overnight salting, the drying hours, the coarse masala, the oil seal. If your grandmother never wrote hers down either, this homemade mango pickle guide is the closest thing to that terrace I have found. This summer, the war on the sun continues. My terrace now. My jar. Author's note: Full traditional recipe with exact measurements: https://www.chukde.com/post/traditional-mango-pickle-recipe

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Recipes from different sources. Easy and lovely recipes. Enjoy!