Been Listening To Ado's Song Backlight From One Piece And Was So Inpsied To Draw Nimona In That Cause

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.

FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL: THE UNSEEN STRUGGLES OF QUEER REFUGEES IN EAST AFRICA 🌈🏳️‍⚧️

my name is Ciara ,and I am a queer refugee from Uganda. My journey of survival has taken me across borders, through unimaginable hardships, and into the depths of human cruelty. I am writing this today not just to share my story, but to give voice to the silenced—those of us who are fighting every day to stay alive in one of the most hostile environments on earth.

Being LGBTIQ in Uganda is a death sentence. The fear of being hunted, beaten, or killed is a daily reality. I survived a brutal attack, narrowly escaping death simply because of who I am. In 2019, I fled to Kenya, hoping to find safety in Kakuma Refugee Camp. But the violence there was relentless. For nearly five years, I lived in constant danger—beatings, threats, and persecution followed us wherever we went.

Earlier this year, I made the heart-wrenching decision to leave Kakuma and seek refuge in Gorom Camp, South Sudan. I’m now here with a group of fellow LGBTIQ refugees who have fled the same horrors. But life in South Sudan is even more terrifying. The civil war has torn this country apart, and the laws against LGBTIQ people fuel the violence against us. We’ve lost friends to this cruelty—lesbians and transgender refugees are being raped, and the rest of us live in constant fear of what might happen tomorrow.

The struggles don’t end with the violence. We are starving. We are without clean water. We are without proper shelter. Every single day feels like a fight for survival, as we battle diseases like malaria, tuberculosis (TB), and typhoid fever. These diseases, rampant in the camp, claim lives at an alarming rate. And for those of us who are already living with HIV, the lack of medicine is an added death sentence.

We wake up every morning wondering if today will be our last. Hunger gnaws at us, and even when we manage to find something to eat, it’s not enough. The water we drink is often contaminated, making us sick with typhoid or other waterborne illnesses. Malaria, spread by the swarming mosquitoes in our unsheltered camp, leaves us bedridden and weak, and yet we must find the strength to keep going. TB spreads quickly in our crowded living spaces, adding to the burden on our already fragile bodies. Our medical supplies are almost non-existent, and we’re losing the battle against these diseases.

We are not just asking for help; we are begging for our lives.

Without food, without clean water, without medicine, we are dying. But with your support, we can survive. Your donation, no matter how small, can provide us with:

1. Food – Our bodies are frail, but a simple meal can give us the strength to keep fighting.

2. Clean Water – Safe drinking water is a lifeline, protecting us from deadly diseases like typhoid.

3. Shelter– A safe place to sleep, away from the violence and harsh environment, means everything to us.

4. Medication – For those living with HIV/AIDS, malaria, TB, and other illnesses, medicine is our only hope for survival.

We don’t know what tomorrow holds, but with your help, we might see a future. Your support doesn’t just provide food or water—it brings us hope. Hope that we won’t starve. Hope that we can fight off these diseases. Hope that we will live to see a future where our identities are not a death sentence.

This is a plea for survival. Please consider donating to our cause. Every dollar, every share, every bit of support can make the difference between life and death for us. You can donate here:

GoFundMe

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Thank you for standing with us and giving us hope in our darkest hour.

Written by ciara, queer refugee and advocate for LGBTIQ refugees in East Africa.*

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I need to make art of this! This is Goooooooooooooood

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 houls 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.

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.

TROLLS AU ANYONE? STARRING....

Pop rock Troll Ballister

Hard Rock Troll Nimona

And Mount Rageon Ambrosius

HC: The matching make up is Nimona's idea, she does Bal's make up and he does theirs.

NIMONA DEMON SLAYER AU HEADCANON TIME

Fic by our amazing @long-distance-muse

The hc are based on our convo with her and @mvjerbs

I'm just putting whatever HC I can think of,

For those who doesn't watch Demon slayer, this might contain spoilers from canon

- Nimona may have the role of Tanjiro but she's also got the personality Inosuke,

- When they were young, Bal founded Nimona when she was just a little girl that's been all alone, so he and Valerin took her in

- She used to have long dull red hair as a kid, but as a teen her hair got reddish pink from eating almost half of the sakura mochi, and that she doesn't want her hair to be a bothersome

- Since Nimona and Bal are one of the eldest children in the orphanage, they take turns on who's selling charcole and who's helping Valerin with the children

- Even as a Demon, Bal can still talk from the Bamboo muzzle but it's almost clear to understand like how people speak with their mouths covered from a hand, only Nimona , Meredith, Ambro and few others can understand him.

- For Ambrosius, he's willing to follow the family footsteps in becoming the next demon slayer in a long line of Hashiras

- Ambrosius being so unwilling to continue his great great Grandma’s legacy, but seeing Bal and finding something worth protecting

- Since in this au, Gloreth is his great great grandma and the strongest demon slayer/lightning hashira ever to existed

- Ambro is such a big simp on Bal, the moment he first look at him, that he stared drafting his wedding vows, poetry, Haikus, and songs about how beautiful and sweet Bal is

- Nimona wasn't so please to know that he's simping on her dad, especialy if he makes Bal nervous and runs from him that she'll chase Ambro down with her bare hands

- Ambrosius offering nimona that he would carry the box that Ballister sleeps in that Nimona gets pissed THEN chases him around with her katana

- One night, Nimona tries to sleep then suddenly she hears the box open, followed by ambrosius "annoying" voice going "Bal!" Then she wakes up and tries to choke him

- A silly scenario from @mvjerbs Ambrosius's crow tells him about his mission and unfortunately it's in the opposite direction to where nimona was assigned. He tries talking to his crow and at some point begging the crow to assign him with nimona. His crow did not relent and he walks away from nimona sulking.

- If you're wondering on what Bal's Ability would be is that he can turn apart of himself like stone or maybe metal just strengthening his body

- Since Bal lost his arm the moment before he got turned he had to kickbox and headbutt

- Ballister had to hold her in her sleep to stop her from jumping ambrosius, because her hatred for ambrosius was so bad it made her do sleep walking. And it always ends up with ambrosius getting choked in his sleep, one of them has to wake nimona up before she could successfully kill ambrosius

- Eversince the night that Bal got turned, Nimona became super protective and clingy. Like whenever Bal's out of the box, she'd always holds on to him, big or small

- Like any Parent or Elder sibling, Bal often worries for Nimona, but he fully supported her in becoming a demon slayer just to restore his humanity

- During night time, when Bal's awake, he makes sure Nimona's fed, bathe, takes her medication, and well rested. He still wants to look out for her moee than ever now that she's a demon slayer

- Bal would often scold Nimona by pulling their ear if she does anything rude, reckless or stupid

- Ambro adores Bal being smol and tiny that he always cuddled him as much as he could, even if he has to deal with Nimona's wrath. Infact everyone else adores Smol Bal

- You may think Bal's hair would smell awful through the growth but actually, he washes his hair everynight. Ambro just desperatly wanting to smell his wavy locks

- Anyone who dares to hurt or insult Bal, Nimona would either beat the shit out of them, like the scene when Bal got insulted for being ugly, She'd beat the shit out of them like there's no tomorrow

- Throught the arcs Bal's hair had grown longer, so Bal's shoulder length from the District arc, elbow length at the Swordsmith arc.

- Nimona always ties his hair not because he's one armed but she enjoys to do so, braiding, halfbun, and or ponytail, she'd even put flowers and pins on it, this will make Ambrosius crazy for Bal.

- If anyone's nice to him or anyone Bal cares about he'll pat your head as affection, if it's Nimona, she'll chop anyone's head off for you.

- Based on the Manga, the perverted tailor gave Bal a uniform that shows his tiddies, and ass, that it made Ambro nosebleed and Nimona burst into flames just to give Bal a decent one

- Since the death of Val and the orphans, she became so overprotective and quite clingy to Bal that if she can't find him in 10 minutes she bawls like a lost girl who can't fond her daddy, until she spots Bal and rans into him.

- From @long-distance-muse The night Ambro met Bal, he secretly starting writing love poems, haikus, songs and drafted wedding vows to

- At night when Ambro sleeps, he always dreams of him and Bal getting married and frolic through the flowers just like Zenitzu and Nezuko in the Train arc.

- For those who wants to know how Ambro got his a hair colored, the ideas from @mvjerbs during the becoming, Ambro must attend the ritual in order to began his demon slayer career, then he stands on the rock, he thought he'll get his hair dyed but his mom explained that it's not dyed just changed. Cause the lightning will change his hair color, once the lightning strucks him. Once his hair was blonde the family cheered and tend to carry Ambro to continue the celebration.

- I had this super cute senario, when Ambro was cuddling Bal in his smol body, he had to look around to check if Nimona's around and once the coast is clear, he gently kisses Bal's forehead and continues to do so until Nimona burst into the room pulling out her Katanna and chases Ambro down.

- Nimona had to make sure Ambro isn't in the same hot spring with Bal.

- Ambrosous would chase Bal, calling him "BALLISTER CHAAAAAAANN!!" Over and over with glee😙😚🤤🥰☺☺😙😚🥰🤤.

Happy late birthday to me sucka which was yesterday

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

NUH UH!!!!! IT'S MINE NOW!!!!!!!!

I STOLE BALLISTERS ARM!!!

PASS IT ON!!

🌸🌳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 😉😉😉😉