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So cool! 😍😍😍

I finally made Fairy Ballister! Fairy hunter AU sounds fun , I'll make Hunter Ambrosius tomorrow. Take to the one who anonymously requested this!

Here are some headcanon as per-usual! ;

-Ballister would occasionally visit the kingdom where Ambrosius lives to secretly spy on Ambrosius. (He can turn tiny so it made hiding easier)

-Ballister and Ambrosius are married in this AU, no one in Ambrosius 's kingdom or Ballister's fairy village knew about this , only Nimona who Ballister accidentally adopted.

-Whenever Ambrosius have some time off from hunting, he would secretly visit ballister for some relaxing time with his husband.

-Ambrosius has a big scar on his face because of a fairy and human war that happened .

I had fun drawing this!

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Getting back into the fandom and re-watching Nimona after a three-month hiatus feels like:

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These two are just too darn cute. 🥰🥰🙈🖤💛

I posted the last half of Cookie Blocked to my ao3 back in December and had several requests to post the first half. With that being said- the first half is here!

My writing style has changed a lot since I originally wrote this. Looking at it now I would prefer to completely overhaul it... if I had the time I would. But I have other wips that are rotating in my mind like cold tv dinners that demand some cookin.

No beta. You all get to suffer through the grammatical errors with me.

Cute Goldenheart under the cut! Domestic fluff, some flirting, holiday decorating and cookie baking.

Spitting at the branch that smacked into his face, Ballister twisted around as best as he could manage, to glance at his boyfriend.

“We really should have measured the tree before we picked it huh?” Ballister questioned, the smell of pine filling his nose, tone giving away his slight annoyance. He couldn’t see Ambrosius through the branches but could hear the defeated smile in his voice all the same.

“Maybe we should have kept it wrapped until we got it in the house.” Ambrosius mentioned behind him, holding the trunk of the tree as they wiggled through the doorway into the living room. Tree needles littering the floor behind them as proof of their struggle. “It looked a lot smaller outside…” With a huff Ambrosius carefully dropped the bottom of the tree to the floor, letting Ballister stand it up as they both took a moment to sigh a breath of relief for getting to their destination whole- minus a few broken branches.

“Smaller and not as wide.” Ballister did his best to hold the tree up with one hand, picking tree needles out of his hoodie. “I think I’m wearing more of the tree than the tree is” he sulked, letting them fall to the carpet.

“It suits you!” Ambrosius bounded over to Ballister, helping to wipe the loose needles off his sweater, leaning in for a quick chaste kiss on Ballisters cheek. “You also smell really nice now.”

“I didn’t smell good before?” Ballister teased, careful not to lose his balance with the tree as he leaned further into Ambrosius.

“You always smell good Bal.” There was a small heated inflection in his voice that Ballister caught, making him stand up straight before turning his attention back to the tree.

“We really need to get this set up before we do anything else.” As much as he welcomed the advances from Ambrosius, he was getting tired of holding the tree. “I also promised Nimona that I’d make cookies.” The fake pout that Ambrosius responded with as he crawled under the tree was a little dramatic but it made Ballister laugh all the same.

“Look good?” Ambrosius was on the floor, halfway under the tree to peer through the branches at Ballister. The view sending Ballisters mind racing as he took in the image of Ambrosius on all fours- the curve of his back smooth as it lead to his ass...

“Oh, the view is great up here.”

It took a moment for the words to register with Ambrosius “not fair! If I can’t tease you, you can’t tease me!” He bit back, his words too warm to hold any real weight to them.

Crawling out from under the tree to stand back up, Ambrosius looked around the room at the boxes they pulled out of storage. Grabbing one on top of a stack and popping the box open. Pulling out a container of silver and gold ornaments and placing them to the side. “I know I have lights in here somewhere…”

“Do you think you can handle the tree while I make the cookies? They shouldn’t take long.” Ballister asked, helping to unstack the old boxes. It always amazed him at how much holiday decor they accumulated over many years. One box was full of garlands and fake decorative branches, another had mostly silver and gold ornaments that perfectly matched Ambrosius and his golden armor. Ballister was never one to fuss over holidays, but seeing his boyfriends excitement and joy made him change his mind quickly.

Ambrosius nodded at him, strings of dehydrated oranges and cinnamon dangling off his arms. Memories of last year flooding Ballisters mind when they made those. The smell of orange and cinnamon stuck to their clothes for days after painstakingly slicing, baking, and stringing them all together.

Swaying his hips to the side, Ambrosius draped them across the floor before pulling out the wrapped up tree lights. “Go make those cookies ‘boss’. By the time you come back it’ll be a whole new living room.”

Ballister grinned at the nickname that Nimona always used for him, even after the dust settled and they were no longer in hiding, she still refereed to him as ‘boss’. It was quite endearing now that they were all together again. Nimona and Ambrosius even grew to like each other, much to Ballisters relief.

Taking one last look at the up-opened boxes and wondering how they managed to accumulate so many decorations, Ballister made his way to the kitchen. Passing through the archway they just drug the tree through and sighing at all the loose tree needles on the floor.

Thankfully, Ballister knew where all the ingredients were stashed for the cookies he planned on making. The back of a chocolate chip bag giving him the instructions for simple chocolate chip cookies- he planned on sticking to the recipe. In hopes that they wouldn’t turn out like they did on the test run a few weeks before.

He forgot the baking soda ok. They weren't inedible by any means but they ended up much flatter and denser than he was hoping. Nimona ate them anyways in an effort to make him feel better, telling him they tasted fine. But he was set on following the instructions this time around. Mentally ticking off each ingredient as he pulled them out of the cabinets.

The oven was pre-heating as he measured out each ingredient, careful not to mix up the tablespoons with teaspoons. Pleased as the dough mixed into a wet sticky mess that honestly looked very similar to the first time, only now he was certain everything was included. Eyeing the bag of chocolate chips he grabbed it quickly and poured the rest of them in the dough.

Who doesn’t like chocolate chips, right?

Between alternating the several baking sheets in and out of the oven Ballister took his time to peek into the living room every now and again. Watching as the tree slowly filled with ornaments and various garlands in a haphazard but charming mix.

There were 6 minutes left on the timer for the last batch of cookies when Ambrosius called to him.

part 2 on AO3

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Hey I hope I'm not interrupting you, but I really need to know if you have any drawings of Ambrosius being jealous because someone gets close to Ballister. If not don't worry.

Greetings, I love your drawings and I wish you and your entire family a Merry Christmas ♥️♥️✌️

It's a cute request!!!! Thank you for the great idea 💓💓💓💓💓

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They are so darn cute! 🖤💛

Time for some cute Goldenheart? Time for some cute Goldenheart.

This is a small piece of a larger fic I'm working on. I typically don't post a lot of my work but it is the holiday season and I wish to contribute something cute.

Goldenheart, adult themes but nothing too smutty. Ambrosius is decorating while Ballister makes cookies for Nimona. Mistletoe kisses.

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Awwwww~ 😍😍😍 It's so cute. 🥰🥰🥰

(Sorry, I wanted to draw something more elaborated but I really didn't have the time! Mum of two lil daughters, you can imagine how busy I am these days, but I hope you like it!)

Merry Xmas, everybody! ❤️💚🤎

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The equivalent of calling your teacher 'mom'... yes this is an excuse to draw wet cat ballister 🫡

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OMG, it's here, it's here!!! 😍🤩 And so breathtakingly beautiful! 😍

Yesterday I got my first Christmas present of the year and I'm SO EXCITED! 😍😍 I already knew that I would get it from my best friend for Christmas, but she DIDN'T MENTION THAT IT WILL BE SIGNED by ND Stevenson and an EXCLUSIVE EDITION with sprayed edges! 😲😲😍😍

I could hardly stop crying with happiness, good God I'm so blessed to have friends like her! 🥰🥰 I can't wait to read it not only on my phone, but also on paper. 🥰🥰

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This picture of them is so beautiful! 🥰🥰

NIMONA HAS TO WIN!!

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Cuties. 🖤💛

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😍 Now there is also an English version! And it's so good! I'm so happy, because yeah, translator programs tend to mess up pronouns, especially in lmbtq+ nsfw stories… ^.^" ((I still use them when I want to read in languages I don't know, though.))

((C!goldenheart WIP angsty, and sorry for Spanish bc my English is not that good. If interested, you can use deepl.com for a quite decent translation))

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Durante sus pequeñas treguas, en aquella paz que duraba lo que dura que dos cuerpos ardiendo combustionen juntos, existían estos brevísimos, desbordados segundos en los que, atrapado en el punto de no retorno, Ballister sentía auténtico terror.

Con el cabello lascivamente derramado como agua dorada, el rostro arrebolado y el iris de sus ojos temblando como el centro azul de una llama, Ambrosius no era una criatura de este mundo. Blackheart no podía enfrentarse a aquella condenada dríade. No cuando gemía su nombre de aquella forma, volviéndole loco.

Era un embrujo, no cabía duda, no era su culpa que aquel hombrecillo se sirviera de artes oscuras para nublar su raciocinio.

Porque Ballister sabía, joder si lo sabía, que Ambrosius en aquel instante podría haberle pedido que se rindiera, que abandonara su noble propósito o que renunciara a sus principios, maldita sea, Ambrosius podría haberle pedido que se arrancara el otro brazo, que él habría sucumbido patéticamente a cualquier petición salida de sus labios.

Pero no, Goldenloin nunca empleó aquel poder para aquellos fines.

En realidad, lo usó para algo my diferente. Aunque mucho peor, más ruin y retorcido, según Blackheart.

Con los ojos cuajados de lágrimas, suspendidas precariamente en los vértices, disimulando ridículamente mal aquella desoladora duda que lo que pretendía era ser una demanda capciosa, Ambrosius le preguntaría si de verdad había dejado de amarle.

Un circunloquio mediocre o un silencio emponzoñado de reproches serían los máximos alardes de valentía del villano del Reino ante aquella pregunta.

Pero jamás sería capaz de responderle explícitamente con un "sí".

Sumidos en aquel placer deslavazado al que no sabían renunciar, dos lágrimas acabarían por rodar por las mejillas de Ambrosius. Sonreiría, y las comisuras le dolerían como le dolían el cuerpo y el corazón cuando, estando Ballister dentro de él, le sentía tan insoportablemente lejos.

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Ballister, looks at her suspiciousy: And were you the killer in any of them? Nimona: That's the mystery part.

Ballister: I like murder mysteries

Nimona, trying to acquire her first friend in a 1000 years: I’ve been a suspect in four murder cases

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Sword gays showdown, round 1 of bracket one

Propaganda:

For Hella Varal:

She killed a queen with her cursed sword and then fell in love with psychopomp queen of death. And then they all hung out in the cursed sword. Come on now. It's sword lesbianism

She's a buff brown lesbian with two girlfriends, one of whom is the Queen of Death. Her sword is magical and she and her other girlfriend, a badass thief and mapmaker, and a couple of friends once spent a few years inside it by accident. She once accidentally killed a cop with a bottle. 

Her sword contains an extradimensional kingdom that she doesn't know about until she gets sucked inside. While inside, she flirts and goes fishing with the queen of death, who she killed with the aforementioned sword. 

Ok so her sword is cursed and has a god in there. so jot that down

For Ambrosius:

He is also a knight, so it is also within the fine print

are you really gay if you haven't cut your boyfriend's arm off with a sword?

One of the best knights in the kingdom, so obviously he's a great swordsman. Has a divorce arc with one of the protagonists, Ballister, and cut off his arm by accident.

His name is so funny 

twink disney princess

he is asian and also has a very squishable face

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Awww, I translated it and it was totally worth it! So beautiful and heartbreaking! 💕 (Even if I'm sure I didn't get all the subtextual meanings because of the translating...)

I hope there will be more, I can't wait! 😍

((C!goldenheart WIP angsty, and sorry for Spanish bc my English is not that good. If interested, you can use deepl.com for a quite decent translation))

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Durante sus pequeñas treguas, en aquella paz que duraba lo que dura que dos cuerpos ardiendo combustionen juntos, existían estos brevísimos, desbordados segundos en los que, atrapado en el punto de no retorno, Ballister sentía auténtico terror.

Con el cabello lascivamente derramado como agua dorada, el rostro arrebolado y el iris de sus ojos temblando como el centro azul de una llama, Ambrosius no era una criatura de este mundo. Blackheart no podía enfrentarse a aquella condenada dríade. No cuando gemía su nombre de aquella forma, volviéndole loco.

Era un embrujo, no cabía duda, no era su culpa que aquel hombrecillo se sirviera de artes oscuras para nublar su raciocinio.

Porque Ballister sabía, joder si lo sabía, que Ambrosius en aquel instante podría haberle pedido que se rindiera, que abandonara su noble propósito o que renunciara a sus principios, maldita sea, Ambrosius podría haberle pedido que se arrancara el otro brazo, que él habría sucumbido patéticamente a cualquier petición salida de sus labios.

Pero no, Goldenloin nunca empleó aquel poder para aquellos fines.

En realidad, lo usó para algo my diferente. Aunque mucho peor, más ruin y retorcido, según Blackheart.

Con los ojos cuajados de lágrimas, suspendidas precariamente en los vértices, disimulando ridículamente mal aquella desoladora duda que lo que pretendía era ser una demanda capciosa, Ambrosius le preguntaría si de verdad había dejado de amarle.

Un circunloquio mediocre o un silencio emponzoñado de reproches serían los máximos alardes de valentía del villano del Reino ante aquella pregunta.

Pero jamás sería capaz de responderle explícitamente con un "sí".

Sumidos en aquel placer deslavazado al que no sabían renunciar, dos lágrimas acabarían por rodar por las mejillas de Ambrosius. Sonreiría, y las comisuras le dolerían como le dolían el cuerpo y el corazón cuando, estando Ballister dentro de él, le sentía tan insoportablemente lejos.

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The gays being gay

Ambrosius putting on a shirt with a vest for a date with Ballister: Hey Bal are you ready?

Ballister walks in the room with a full on suit: I'm ready and you?

Ambrosius blushing had, cause he has rarely seen Ballister in a suit with his SNATCHED waist: let's just skip to sex right away

Ballister who was not listening: what

Ambrosius red like a tomato: what

nimona in the background: NEMESIS WANTS SEX

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So true! 😂 Even more so if you don't write in your native language. 😅

some people think that e-rated fanfiction is written with the author in a constant state of arousal, but those people are vastly overestimating the erotic appeal of consulting a thesaurus every few sentences to find another synonym for "thrust"

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A doodle inspired by this post !!

I think once they got to know each other amb and nimona would get along