Here there be whump

So uh, this gif rewire anyone else’s brain?

Because of you

I'm sorry for everything

I don't know, I just wanted to draw something... (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠)

Omg, idk why but seeing them both together like that makes me teary😢

A concept that I only wrote one scene for and don't want to expand on but feel that I have to share: Ballister getting extremely badly injured in the fight at the Institute, and Ambrosius immediately switching sides to help him.

(TW // blood, lots of swearing, uhh Todd dies in the second paragraph but we all cheer for that, some very mild gore)

“Ah - ah, shit, good Gloreth -,”

Ambrosius whipped his head around at the sound of Ballister in pain just in time to see the dark-haired man stumbling to the ground, Todd standing over him with a twisted, malicious grin on his face as he sunk his sword further into his shoulder. Ballister let out a strangled, whimpering cry of pain, his body shuddering, his eyes blown wide and his head shaking slowly back and forth. “Fuck,” he mouthed, his chest heaving as he panted for breath; his wide-eyed gaze found Ambrosius, who was standing frozen in place, and he seemed to try to twitch towards him, but Todd wrenched his sword around in the gaping wound, and Ballister let out another agonized wail. 

At the sound of it, the red monster hurtled across the battlefield from where she had been kicking absolute ass, roaring at the top of her lungs as she shifted into the form of an enormous dragon and blasted fire at all of the surrounding knights. Todd took the full brunt of it, and crumpled to ashes, his sword falling with a clatter, sliding with a sickening squelching noise from the wound in Ballister’s shoulder. Ballister screamed, his voice hoarse and filled with pain, a sob mingling with the sound, and the monster was suddenly crying too, taking on her humanoid form and shoving her hands over the wound.

Ambrosius stumbled to his feet, his ears ringing with Ballister’s screams. He felt numb, not even feeling the pain of his own minor wounds, and he found himself running forward instinctually, stumbling to a halt just before reaching Ballister and the monster.

“Bal -?”

The monster turned to look at him and snarled, an expression of utter rage and hatred painted across her face. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears, her face streaked with blood, her trembling hands soaked in red. “Get away before I kill you too,” she hissed at him, her voice breaking, but Ambrosius didn’t listen, falling at her and Bal’s sides and pressing a hand over his mouth. He thought that the monster poised to strike him, but then Ballister spoke, his voice rasping and stuttering with pain.

“Nimona - no,” he choked out, licking his dried lips and holding back sobs. “It’s - it’s okay.” Ballister tried to reach out for Ambrosius, but he couldn’t, his hand falling back down to his side as he let out another wail of pain, his body shuddering.

“Bal, I’m so sorry!” Ambrosius cried, snapping out of his disoriented haze at the sound of Ballister’s scream. “You’re - you’re gonna be okay, alright? It’s gonna be okay,” he begged, pressing his hands over the monster’s - over Nimona’s - to help staunch the flow of steady blood. The feeling was all too similar to when he had crouched down in the arena and sobbed over the pool of Ballister’s blood, his hands soaked in crimson.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered brokenly, pressing his lips to Ballister’s forehead in a long kiss. Ballister whimpered quietly, his lashes fluttering weakly, and Ambrosius felt tears beginning to stream down his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“We need to get him the fuck out of here,” Nimona snarled, bumping his shoulder with hers. “If you’re really coming to your senses, you better be serious about it, because unlike he seems to, I don’t give a flying fuck about you." She bared her fangs, her eyes glowing red for a moment. "And I won’t hesitate to drive a sword through you if you so much as think of hurting him again.”

Monster was Ambrosius’s first thought. And then, with a pang of realization, and a sick feeling in his gut at the thought that he had failed to do what she was now doing: protector.

“Okay,” Ambrosius responded after a pause, his voice shaking but his words earnest. He straightened, pulling himself together and steeling himself, placing aside any doubts or fears or inner turmoil that he may have so that he could dedicate himself to helping his Ballister - he had just got him back, and there was no way in hell he was going to lose him again. “Okay.”

I love how Ambrosius catches Ballister in this scene!!

with the new movie not enough people are appreciating the sheer divorcedness of ambrosius and ballister in the original comic and we Need to fix that

can you believe these men invented gay divorce

My mental health is in shambles over this movie.

ballister and ambrosius in NIMONA

aftermath of the directors tantrum

ambrosius and nimona: arm chopping is NOT a love language

ballister: actually, it's complicated

I added a sparkle, just for the dramatic effect

One thing I want to point out about nimona is that it captures tenderness in such a visceral way that I haven’t really seen in 3D animation before? Like the way the characters curl into each other and melt makes me go INSANE