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Alternatives Against @p@rthe1d (1)

Hello again, I’m starting a new series on my blog that involves featuring local alternatives to brands the support violence, war, death, and Isnotreal. These brands include a wide range of things like food, drinks, makeup, and more so hopefully you guys like variety, and as a bonus I’m including a rambling of what I think Nimona characters would feel about them. >:]]

First off is a switch that I’ve recently been trying out is Virgin Coconut oil in place of lotions brands like Aveeno, Nivea, Johnson’s&Johnson’s, Cetaphil, and others stuff that don’t really work with my moral code.

Virgin Coconut oil, in my experience, is really relaxing to put on and it has the added benefit of drying faster and having a more pleasant texture and smell that suit my preference more. It works best for those with dry or rough skin, but can clog pores if you have oily skin. It can also be used for the hair as conditioner or be turned into a soap to wash off dirt. You could also drink it apparently? I can’t compliment the taste on it’s own, but my father has a tablespoon daily and he gets compliments on his skin. Don’t take my word for that though.

For application on the skin, one has to put a small amount on the hands and warm it a bit before spreading over the desired areas.

For hair you usually comb it through and wait for a few minutes before washing off with conditioner first then shampoo.

For drinking…there is not enough study on it, unless you are an immortal pink dragon Nimona with a friend/boss to supervise your reactions, you really REALLY should not just chug the entire thing down. You could use refined coconut oil to cook food in, but again, there are risks to consuming new foods, especially with one with such high fat content. Please, for the love of all things holy and unholy, please ask for a professional opinion and practice moderation I am BEGGING-

Okay, with that out of the way now on to my Nimona shenanigans!

The brave, the bad, the boss himself,Ballister Boldheart

He would probably use it for his skin. I think it would be very soothing for him and would be more convenient for him since it would dry faster and doesn’t have the icky lotion feeling.

There would probably be some trouble for him in applying it though cause he only has one hand and oil can be a pain to clean off of metal (someone fact check me on this, I haven’t slept) so he would probably ask Nimona or Ambrosius to help him apply on hard to reach places.

(For all you horny ass Goldenheart shippers, I know the horny implications exist. I ain’t writing the headcanons about it unless this post reaches 100 notes, and I ain’t writing a fic about it till it reaches 500 notes. Spread awareness on Palestine, be horny for an honorable cost. I will write a fluffy story for 10 reblogs though.)

He would probably also use it for his hair occasionally, maybe once a month or two. That’s usually enough for his hair to be nice and shiny.

Then there is Ambrosius

Oh, this man would definitely use coconut oil for his hair. Maybe once a week because look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t have fried locks from all the bleaching.

Coconut oil is probably only one of many recovery products that Nimona recommended for him for his hair. Which would tie is nicely with my HC of Nimona and Ambs bonding over haircare.

There’s this coconut oil based soap I’ve been using from Cocobody, a local brand that makes cosmetic and hygiene products from coconuts. The one I’m using is infused with lavendar extract, and the first time I used it, I thought, ‘damn, Ambrosius had a point, this shit is relaxing.’

He would drown himself in the suds, I don’t care if this sounds like self-projection, it is NOT.

He’s just a very stressed out person with lots of worries and his coping mechanism is self-care cause he couldn’t trust a lot of people to be vulnerable with, especially with pressure put on him to act and look perfect. He’s not sure what perfection is meant to act like but he can at least look like it. It’s easier to work on and focus on outward appearances than to focus inside to what the source of stress really is, especially when you can’t escape it and- yeah, I’ll stop talking now.

I don’t think his skin would be the best for coconut oil, I don’t know why, just based on vibes I think his skin would be better off with more water based products. Doesn’t stop him from helping Bal with his skincare though. I feel like it’s a very big step for them to heal together and learn to trust each other again post-movie.

Nimona would just chug a bottle straight. Not going to lie. They’d either love it or hate it but the bottle was left open while she was bored. They pretty much just meant to take a little sip but Bal and Ambs screamed which spooked her and she downed the whole thing without even tasting it.

Here’s some pics of the coconut oil products I currently use, feel free to comment on what coconut products you use and stay cool.

I hey guys new AU comimg up! Of Elf Ballister living in the forest parenting and taking care of Nimona the big dragon and other little dragons, that he claims as his children

Got the idea from the Game of Thrones (I never watch that show) and Wolfwalkers

FATHER OF THE DRAGONS

-Okay, so it stared in the kingdom where it's known to be against magical creatures and and magic itself

-Bal's parents are elves, his mother a sorceress and father a merchant in disguise as humans

-Since childhood Bal's mother taught him magic, while he studies like regular children

-Got a scholarship in a privelage school, that's where he met ambrosius

-At age 10 both of his parents died from the incidents, sent into the orphanage that day, still studied magic in secret, and still goes to school thanks to Queen valerin

-Got a room to stay after the orphanage when he was 18

-While practicing his spells without his human disguise, he was exposed as an elf and people were chasing while brining his mothers spellbook and other important item and ran into the woods

-While on the run, he found a giant dragon which is actually a shapeshifter named Nimona injured while being surrounded by bunch of baby dragons

-Bal used his healing spell on Nimona that the little dragons are attached to him

-Bal knew that the dragons aren't safe anywhere near society so he decided to lead Nimona and the dragons into the woods far far away and settled with them

-One day an man spotted Bal in torn and burnt clothing and covered in ashes and the dragon surrounded him in the cave as a puppy pile and nurturing them, thus he returned to the village and began spread the story of Ballister the Father of the Dragons, which became a legend after a few short years.

-Oh and what does Bal look like in the present? Well, he's either naked and covered in ashes of the dragons burned or torn clothing yet stilled covered in ahses

Art is coming soon

Hello I found you :D (cool art btw love the mermaid au)

Thanks UwU

For my version of the sequel when all paladins even allura and coran are asleep they all had the same dream in the pitch black room they saw lance as a ghost.He was glaring each of them with tears running down at his face,each of them were shocked of seeing him,while they were shoked lance walked forward to them in 2 feet away from them,then he used his right arm to slap their face in rage,each of the paladins and 2 altheans were shoked and froze in shame "You were stabbing my back all along why? Why were you saying those words I should have take my own life after hearing those terrible words you were saying about me you should be ashame of your self, and... And... I HATE YOU AND I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU ON BACK STABBING ME LIKED THAT!!!!!!!!" Then tears streamed down more while his transparent body fades in a breeze.Soon everyone woke up in shoked like how people wake up from nightmares.And the paladins woke up in sorrow on regreting on those terrible words and phrase to lance.

Okay, I’m Sorry. (Langst)

 (LOL this isn’t edited at all)

part one (everything’s on Ao3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/10851474/chapters/24094296#workskin

The life of a star is a simple concept— born from a cloud of dust and gas, the star condenses into a blindingly bright sphere of helium. As it shines, the star continues on, until eventually, it dims. The brightness eventually flickers out, and then, nothing. The star isn’t significant anymore, and it joins many others like it in a vast cemetery of darkness, only to be outshined by the other massive, luminous stars around it.

A star, beaming radiantly, cannot seem as bright when there are others that subdue it.  

The paladins, Allura, and Coran didn’t know how to react when Lance staggered into the meeting hall. Each and every one of them was overcome with shock, sympathy, or a combination of the two. The air was thick with tension, and it increasingly became worse when the blue paladin uttered the few words no one would expect him to mutter: 

 “It’s okay, I hate me too.”

  The room was silent; no one took a breath and not one single person moved. Lance looked around the room, shakingly taking a breath as he took in the frozen faces of everyone currently in the hall. No one was saying anything, and the silence was taking a toll on him. He was used to being the butt of the jokes and the human representation of everyone’s disappointment. Lance would’ve taken the insults over the silence; the quiet was too overbearing. He suddenly coughed, hacking more blood on the floor, and sobbed.  

 The sound of Lance’s hiccuping breaths brought everyone out of their trance, yet everyone stayed glued to their seats when the blue paladin shakingly lifted his hands to his head and started tugging at his hair.

  “Say something!” he cried, as snot, tears, and blood dribbled down his face. “Just say something, please. Why is it only now that you’ve stopped berating me?”

  Lance pulled at his hair more and started hyperventilating. Hunk finally got the will to get himself out of his seat and go over to Lance, but he was too slow. Lance choked on blood and collapsed, a gut-wrenching “ thunk! ” echoing throughout the room. 

 As the star cools, the core becomes a White Dwarf and dims. 

  Lance was immediately placed in a healing capsule once Hunk snapped some sense into everyone else. Now, they gathered around the capsule, each individual with a unique sense of remorse in their eyes as they watched Lance’s chest softly move up and down.

  Keith was the first to break away from the group, muttering something about having some knives to clean. Pidge slowly crept away to work on improving the security of the castle-ship. Allura bit her lip and went to go discuss things with Shiro. Hunk, although reluctant to leave, couldn’t take the silence and left to stress-bake. Coran simply stayed and cleaned the glass of the capsule, trying to remove any fingerprints on it.

Everyone left to do their own things, but it was clear no matter how hard they worked, nothing could distract them from the distraught state of Lance, the image already etched permanently into their minds.

When it stops shining, the now dead star is called a Black Dwarf.

  Lance died on a Tuesday.

No one had the heart to take him out of the capsule, because maybe it was all a misunderstanding. Lance was fine, and the capsule had just malfunctioned. Even though the vitals displayed clearly showed that Lance was no longer a part of the living, ignorance was bliss, right?

 It wasn’t until Allura, out of all people, broke out into tears that confirmed everyone’s worst thoughts; Lance truly was dead, and no amount of forgiveness could bring him back.

“Oh, Lance,” Allura cried, “I’m so sorry,”

“We’re sorry,” Shiro cut in, at a voice so low you had to strain your ears to hear it, “We never should have chastised you.”

 Hunk started wringing his hands together. He looked down at the floor, watching droplets fall from his eyes and splatter onto his shoes. Pidge wasn’t any better; they grabbed at their face and squeezed their eyes out of anguish. Keith couldn’t control his emotions, as he yelled out in anger and threw a knife at the capsule. It didn’t crack the glass. 

The air was crisp, the sun was shining, and the water was crystal clear. A shack sat nearby, the tin roof gleaming from the sun. A rather old, but large house sat a couple of feet away from the shack. Wind chimes hung from the porch, occasionally clinking together from the gentle breeze.

Varadero Beach.

 The paladins slowly trudged up the porch steps. Shiro was carrying Lance’s body; the paladins had cleaned him up so he looked a little less… dead. With heads hung and good posture long forgotten, the group came to a stop in front of the door. Keith was the nearest to the door, so he took in a shaky breath and knocked.

 A woman came into view. She was a short, and a little stocky, with greying hair tied back into a bun. Wrinkles appeared around her eyes, making their prominence more known when she gave a wide smile. Happiness and disbelief appeared in her eyes, but soon disappeared along with her grin as she took in the sight of Lance. She looked at each of the paladins’ faces, searching their eyes as if she were saying: Please, don’t tell me this is true. Don’t tell me that my son is dead. 

 Her eyes searched Shiro’s face, desperation and longing evident in her own, and when Shiro only looked down at the ground, she whimpered. She took Lance from Shiro’s arms, ran down the porch steps, and placed Lance gently onto the sand. Hands slowly trailed up to Lance’s face and caressed his cold cheek. The woman then collapsed onto Lance’s chest and bawled. 

 “Oh, mijo…” She cried, and took in the appearance of her son. His skin was stretched tightly across his cheeks and his lips was pressed into a tight line. He no longer held a glow; everything about him seemed waxy and fake. The woman ran her hand through his hair and sobbed even louder.

  Eventually, the woman’s cries attracted the attention of the people inside the house. Children and adults came out to gather around the woman and Lance, shock and sadness appearing on their faces. As they began to mourn, the paladins took this as their cue to leave. A family grieving for a lost but now found son was private.  

 The castle wasn’t the same with Lance. Every meal was silent, and every training session was difficult to get through. Allura took over as the new blue paladin, but she couldn’t even put on the blue armor as it reminded her too much of Lance. Almost every mission was done with Lance in the armor, and the amount of times he had spent self-abhorring in the suit after Allura had told him off, she didn’t want to know. 

 Reminders of Lance were everywhere around the castle. From that point, Lance’s existence haunted the paladins’ minds, every remnant of a word or phrase they threw at him leaving senses of regret and remorse in their guts.

 Lance’s death was a hard lesson to learn for them, and it will continue to haunt them for the rest of their lives. Regret is a form of punishment itself, but it’s okay.

They hate themselves too.

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do this picrew then take this quiz !!

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GOLDENHEART WEEK

DAY FIVE: MODERN AU

DAY SIX: BEYOND THE WALL

I'm switching the day 6 prompt with the alternate as an excuse to draw them at the beach

Based on this meme

parrot sitting on a wolf