Nimona to Ballister: I am older than you'll ever be able to imagine. I have watched civilizations rise and fall, leaders and monuments who proclaim they'll be remembered forever crumble into dust. I observed the development of language, the first clumsy attempts at communication as your species found its tentative footing. I was there when humans first climbed down from the trees and looked up at the endless swath of stars. I have seen the changing of the landscape; mountains and valleys are not created overnight. I have seen the water slowly carve its way through the rock, creating raging rivers, and then dry up again. I have existed beyond your comprehension. Nimona: So I think I should be allowed to say fuck

Ganon, resurrected for the fourth time: You!

Legend: Me!

Offscreen: He's vile. He's a murderer. He's a monster.

Nimona: He's perfect.

They were so insane for this

Are you disappointed that I’m not a murderer? I mean, a little.

I like how the trauma of Ballister losing his arm was acknowledged, while the movie never implied that becoming disabled made him less.

Losing a limb is a traumatic experience which is given its due, but after Ballister becomes disabled, he's still a more than capable knight. It's implied that he made his prosthetic himself, which means this man built himself a working prosthetic with one hand, proving how skilled he is.

The confiscation of his prosthetic arm is treated as wrong - because that's not just a tool, it's his arm. He made it to be part of him. Ambrosius puts his hand on Ballister's prosthetic hand with all the tenderness that he would use if Ballister still had his flesh hand because disabled bodies can still be desirable, and that's still the hand of the man he loves, even though it's metal.

And when he reaches out to Nimona, it's with his prosthetic hand.

“Nimona is still Nimona,” he says. “She could be a whale or a dragon or shark or a cat, and she’s still Nimona. Just as she could be a girl or a boy or a woman or a man or anything else. All of these other parts are all factions of her. None of them are the end-all be-all of who she is. So that is kind of how I think of my own gender now. There is still some of that monster girl that I still hold very close to my heart.”

ND Stevenson

Nimona: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

Ballister: Nimona no

Ambrosius: Mistlefoe

Ballister: Please stop encouraging her

The middle section of Nimona was basically:

Ambrosius: Bal, I just realized something. I had a bad childhood. Ballister: Yeah, I know. Ambrsoius: What do you mean you know? Ballister: Look at you. Ambrosius: What do you mean look at me? Ballister: Look at how you stand. People who had good childhoods don't stand like that, Ambs.

Wild, after TotK: *exists*

Wind: Sick Arm! Did it bleed a lot?

Did they let you keep the old one?

nimona was fantastic <3

I see you, Nimona and you're not alone.♡

Ambrosius: *stroking Ballister’s hair* You're so cute.

Ballister, sleepily: I could beat the shit out of you.

Ambrosius, lovingly: I know.