Alternatives Against @p@rthe1d (1)

🌸🌳FLOWERS AND SCHOOL PICNIC TRIP🌳🌸

It's been a while since I've watched the Spy family and it gave me an excuse to practice backgrounds since I suck at it!😭😭 Forgive me if the background and the Coloring of it sucks 😞😞 but I just thought it's just too damn cute when Damian gives Anya some flowers he picked out for her even if he's too shy to admit it.

Hope I do the background justice🥺🥺🥺🥺

And yes Becky being the ultimate shipper she is 😉😉😉😉

Are you aroace?

I'm Aromantic Pansexual

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.

wait! before or after you liked thise repost make sure to look at my blog and react to my post with my credit okay

THE LITTLE MERMAID SHANCE AU BUT ITS THE ONE WHERE SHIRO NEVER RETURN HIS LOVE AND LANCE BECOMES SEA BUBBLES BYE

anyways i came up with that as a part of a shance thing :D

No idea on what's going on but Good luck

@long-distance-muse @mvjerbs

Ok ik none is this gonna happen but I wanna get it out of my head so

If this gets 5k notes I'll tell my parents I'm not Christian and don't want to go to church

If this gets 10k notes I'll come out to my parents

More Demon slayer au Fanart anyone?!

With some spice at the Bottom

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.

THIS!! IT'S A MASTERPIECE!!!!!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Goldenheart choices

1. Pirate or surfer Ambro and mermaid Bal au

2. Tinker fairy bal and human ambro childhood friends au

3. Fae Bal and Hunter ambro, (if you want smut? Top ambro, bottom bal with vines as bondage)

4. Riririkinzi's little mermaid au drabble (angst, fluff, or smut)

Ok so I chose Pirate/Mermaid (movie ver.) And let me tell you this was SO much fun to write!!!! I might continue it into something more long-form on my AO3, is that something anyone is interested in?? Thank you for the request anon! I hope you don't mind all the creative liberties I took ❤️

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Ballister lifted himself up onto the rocks and sang, his brilliant black tail flicking the water beneath. It was the curse of the sirens that they should be forced to sing, forced to lure the sailors who would linger among them, enraptured, until succumbing to starvation on the barren seabanks of their island. The sirens did not wish to see their beloved muses suffer for them, but if any ship was able to resist their call and pass them by, or if any sailor managed to leave their island, they would all dissolve into the salt of the ocean. So he sang with his brothers and sisters, as beautifully as he could, desperate to lure any ship that came within earshot of their island, to preserve his family. Siren voices carry for well over a mile.

Just as usual, the ship crashed on the rocks and the surviving sailors were thrown to the sea below. They would need to retrieve them. Of course it would be easier to just allow the sailors to drown, but just as the sailors were enraptured by the sirens, so too were the sirens captivated by the sailors. It was nice, sometimes, to have their company, but in addition to that, sirens could not reproduce with one another. To keep their island alive, they needed to rescue the humans.

Diving below the sea, Ballister saw what appeared to be the Captain, based on his attire. He was young to be a captain, with blond hair that whipped and floated in the water. Ballister wrapped his arm around him and carried him to the surface, ushering him to the rocky shore.

Canals ran through this island of boulders, allowing the merfolk to interact with their human pets for however long they had. There was some freshwater springs, but no food. Sirens didn't need to eat.

He rested his hand on the Captain's chest and pressed until all the water was out of him. The man coughed and sputtered. He met Ballister's eyes. "You. Were you the one singing, with the beautiful voice?"

Ballister cradled his head and smiled. "I was singing with my brothers and sisters. We each have our own song. They harmonize when we sing together, but each one is a melody on its own."

The captain blinked. "What was your song?"

Ballister opened his mouth to sing softly. The man's eyes widened. "That's it! Your song is the one that I heard!"

Ballister blushed. "You only heard mine? We were all singing."

"I heard the harmony when we got closer. You all sounded lovely. Are you a mermaid? Or a siren?"

"I'm a merman," Ballister said with an annoyed albeit amused lilt. "But I am also a siren. They're the same thing, you know."

"Oh." The man looked over the stones and into the water, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of Ballister's tail. "You don't look like you'll try to eat me."

Ballister laughed. "We don't eat sailors! We don't need to eat. We live forever, unless we are killed or captured. I am a Guardian, I protect the island. You seem to be a pirate, but you don't look like you're going to brutally pillage me."

"Heavens no!" The Captain laughed nervously. "We aren't those kinds of pirates. I was the heir to a corrupt, powerful fishing company. They were exploiting their sailors and stealing from the public, so I rounded up some sailors and now we take down their fishing boats. We don't hurt anyone, we recruit those who want to join us and bring the rest home. Anyway, do you all have names?"

Ballister snorted. "Yes, and mine is Ballister."

"My name is Ambrosius. Hello, Ballister." Ballister just smiled and nodded. They weren't supposed to remember the humans' names. It made things too hard.

The siren's eyes widened when a warm hand, with a skin far more textured than his own cupped his face. "Has anyone told you that you are so beautiful, Ballister?"

He blushed and sank a bit deeper into the water. "I am frequently told I have a lovely voice."

"No," said the human-- the Captain-- Ambrosius. "That's not what I mean. Your voice is beautiful, but that's not what I mean. Something about your eyes. You're just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Not something I thought I'd ever say washed up on a boulder to a half-fish man, but I mean it."

Ballister laughed, but something inside him twisted. The siren's seductive magic lies solely in his song. He cannot keep a human captivated unless he is singing. He wasn't singing, but this man still looked at him with that look in his beautiful almond eyes.

Ballister had already decided that this human was going to be his. But now, he was starting to feel sure that he didn't want to let this one go.

New AU Time!!!!!!!

Here's some old art

In the au Bal and Ambro are figurines in seperate snow globes, Bal stands out the most cause of his design and color scheme of the outfit that resembles the black swan, and a raven, the director wants to get rid of it so she broke Bal's globe hoping that she would completely shatter Bal but she didn't know that only his arm had shatter and his eye broke. Ambro saw everything and was horrified and angered on what she did to Bal, when Bal approch to Ambro once the director leaves the room, Ambro was heartbroken on the damage to Bal, but also saw a butterfly, meaning that he wants to break free for the outside world with Bal, so he tells Bal to stand back further cause he's gonna break his globe by knocking it out with all of his strenght and he did, but since the globes are in a very high shelf, the two ended falling surrounded by shattered glass from Ambro's now broken globe, Ambro landed alive and no damage but for Bal, he did not make it, Ambro ran to Bal who was completely shattered and sobbed while holding on to a piece of him. Then Ambro wakes up with a shock only to find himself in his room with Bal sleeping peacfully, when it turns out it was just a dream.

This is inspired by my favorate song Shatter me

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

I didn't expect this to happen

When I started this account I used to expect alot of likes but it only ended up in a few so I gave up now I finally reach so many likes, thank you all so much