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oldtvandcomics · 7 months

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My friend (age, gender and sexuality completely irrelevant for this post) is just starting to discover Queer Media™, and like, it is AMAZING to watch, but also due to this being the 2020s and my almost decade-long Special Interest in this subject, they now have immediately access to all the best stuff.

This person watched But I'm a Cheerleader, D.E.B.S. AND Mystere a la Tour Eiffel all in one evening, instead of having to laboriously mentally rewrite Star Trek / Xena: Warrior Princess / Supernatural / The Captain America trilogy like us normal people. CAN YOU IMAGINE.

#when I was visiting them we watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show together #after which I introduced them to the existence of Lil Nas X.#like. ALL OF THE BEST quality gay shit just dropped in one go #instead of having to do a long online detective work where you just kind of go by word of mouth from breadcrumb to breadcrumb #the other thing is that there really IS more queer stuff out there #when I started to discover the concept of shipping my first REAL ship (where I interacted with material for) was the Doctor and the Master #they are canon now #and genderfluid #frikking DESTIEL is canon!#like can you IMAGINE going back to 2013 and telling this to our collective former self #or showing them something like Nimona #even Disney has a queer movie for fuck's sake!#yes they did everything to nerf it but just.#appreciate the progress for a second #personal #queer representation

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lex-in-superposition · 10 months

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Dysphoria and Euphoria in Nimona

Honestly I think that Nimona such a raw and simple explanation of dysphoria and euphoria in the movie. It really moved me (both times now haha) when I watched it.

Firstly she talks about the discomfort and how to get rid of it:

But she doesn’t just stop there, she actually talks about the freedom of being herself!

Transness is so often limited to this horrible condition which afflicts you. This idea that you are a sufferer of dysphoria and nothing more. Transition, whatever that means to each person, is only done to treat this condition, alleviate the symptoms, mitigate the pain. The best you can hope for is a life without “itchy insides”.

But the way she talks about the freedom of the “sneeze” is more than just relief of the discomfort. It is a positive experience in it’s own right! Transition is not just some treatment, it is a joy. Pure joy. Euphoric.

To transition or to just be able to BE trans, is to be happier and freer than ever before. To be trans is a gift perhaps.

Then we get into the “option” of repression:

This one hit especially close to home for me. Maybe I could have survived without transition, that thought often caused me doubts in the early days. If I was even worthy of the “treatment” if my “illness” wasn’t severe enough.

Maybe, maybe.

But god it’s made me so very alive.

Our joy isn’t a crime. Our lives are not unworthy of happiness. It is not wrong to want real, beautiful, vibrant, chaotic, messy, unpredictable, stupendous, unashamed, overwhelming LIFE!

There is no obligation to hold ourselves back for the comfort of others. To not only inflict pain on ourselves, but deprive ourselves of joy because perhaps we could survive without the “cure”.

We are not defined by our suffering. It is not our pain that shapes us, It merely attempts to break us. We are defined by who we are in spite of it all, by the joy we us to build ourselves up, brick by beautiful brick.

#trans #transgender #lgbtq #gender #nimona #nimona movie #nimona spoliers #non binary #gender euphoria #gender dysphoria

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pawprintsonpavements · 9 months

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No because I was rewatching nimona ofc and it just hit me full in the face that the director did not mean what we thought she meant when she said this.

In the beginning when, before the knighting, she says this to Bal, she's already rigged his sword, she means that the kingdom will see him as a villain, as someone who doesn't belong and who should never have been a knight. ShE'S TRYING TO SAY THAT YOU DONT BELONG AND I KNOW IT AND NOW THE KINGDOM WILL KNOW IT YOU FU-

Like i k this is probably obvious and I'm an idiot for not noticing before but oh god it just hit me so hard-

This re-watch is killing me and I am dying dying from holding back I want to talk TALK ABput this movie it's so GOod but I keep telling my friends to watch it and I have always given fabulous recommendations and yet they don't listen ugh

#and then ambeosius called him teacher's pet #and i damn near died #those babies #i love them sm #goldenheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona #netflix nimona #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius

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alabasterpickles · 9 months

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CAN’T STOP ME NOW

lil sketch I colored because we just watched Nimona and I love her so much 😭❤️

#Nimona #my art #fanart #art #sketch #character design #drawing #animation #illustration #she was my fave✨✨#Ballister is up there for first place though

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sirfrogsworth · 10 months

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These folks watched a whole ass movie not realizing the main character was transgender and it was a 2 second kiss between men that made them lose their ever-loving minds.

It's amazing to me that if it weren't for those 2 seconds, many of these folks would have given this movie a 4 or 5 star review. But two seconds of the most vanilla, non-sexy, yet genuine and loving kiss somehow ruined every moment of enjoyment the previous 90 minutes brought them.

Imagine if they realized the trans allegory. I wish I had a way to tell them. I wish I had a way to make them realize they related to a trans character. That they rooted for them. That they accidentally empathized with a trans story.

This was a beautiful movie. In every sense. I really hope between this and Spider-Verse, we can have a moratorium on every 3D animated movie using this style of character design.

It's time to let go of the rubber toy look.

I love Toy Story, but its success kind of doomed 3D animation to never take any risks. I thought maybe it was just a limitation of the medium, and perhaps it was for a time... but after seeing Love Death + Robots and Arcane...

I realized they can make 3D animation look however the hell they want now.

The rubber people were just risk avoidance.

"That's what people are used to and so we're sticking with it."

But the real beauty of Nimona was the story. I won't spoil it but the plot is pretty much, "If you get to know a trans person, you probably won't hate them anymore."

Not knowing any trans people is one of the biggest factors in anti-trans bigotry. And so this movie uses allegory to let an audience get to know a trans person. And you get to experience someone slowly start to understand what it is to be trans from an outside perspective.

It's sad that will probably be lost on those folks above because all they will remember is the kiss. Seriously, it was such a harmless, mundane, blink-and-you-miss-it kiss. But I'm hoping that others will take the lesson of this movie to heart. That you should get to know people before you judge them.

Part of me does wish we could tell trans stories without allegory. That we could just have overt trans characters. But I think this is the best representation possible right now.

It's crazy that Supergirl was one of the bravest shows as far as modern trans representation. It wasn't an edgy HBO drama trying to push boundaries. It was a family-friendly superhero show and they were just like, "Here is a transgender woman with superpowers and it's fine." And I loved that it was part of the character but it wasn't all the character was. Though I think they just missed the manufactured "moral panic" window where that choice would have been extremely controversial causing boycotts of Warner Bros. and whatnot.

My only complaint about Nimona was a small penis joke. It went by very quickly and many may even miss it. But I was surprised to see it in this movie in particular. Especially since those jokes can have collateral damage toward trans folks. With all of the positive messages, wasting a joke on body shaming was a tad disappointing. I mean, it was a fairly lighthearted "Is it cold in here?" joke. I don't want to make it sound worse than it was. But it still registered on my Richter scale of things that bother me.

Anyway, I wholeheartedly give Nimona a 5 out of 5. It helped me understand my friends on a deeper level and it was warm and funny and entertaining. There was a scene at the end that was so beautiful and heart-wrenching and I was crying my eyes out. The animation and the symbolism and the acting were just so perfect.

It's a shame Disney tried to kill this movie. But I am so glad it was allowed to exist despite that.

#long post #nimona #homophobia

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p-h-a-n-t-a · 10 months

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Nimona was the first piece of media i found after realizing i was nonbinary that spoke to me, i read the webcomic every wedsneday in my history class in 7th grade. Middle school was hard for me because i was one of two kids in my whole grade that was out as some form of queer (pan, i didnt come out as nb until high school) and i lost a lot of friends from it. But also from just being "weird." I tried to come out to my dad at one point and heard nearly the same line balister says to nimona in the new movie "wouldnt it be easier to be a girl?"

I am now 21, working in a library where i see kids gravitate more and more towards graphic novels and we have the nimona graphic novel on our shelves, and i have waited so long to watch the movie, that when i finally watched it, i could not believe it was not just speaking to me, but screaming to me. Im a nonbinary individual that loves men in a queer way, and yet has been a weird little girl outcast for things other people did not understand. I have seen grown adults attack children online for not being straight or cis, and seen them say it is under the guise of protecting their kids. In the time between now and reading the webcomic in my history class, i have felt so many different ways about my identity and my existence, and holy shit does the nimona movie speak to me. In almost every stage of my life.

N D Stevenson, and all the people who made this movie survive and be possible, you were able to reach into the core of my being and make me feel just as seen as i first did when i laughed about shark boobs in a middle school computer lab. Thank you so much!!

#nimona #nimona movie #nd stevenson #eugene lee yang #riz ahmed #balister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nonbinary #pansexual #pride month #pride #you can tell i care because im actually tagging shit #oh my god this movie is one of the most important pieces of queer media to me rn

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ohmygawditssunnyout · 10 months

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ok so I watched nimona recently

having read the original comic I’m extremely happy with the movie

Ballister and ambrosius are probably one of the most respectful relationships that I’ve seen in a while in animated movies, also both of them are EXTREMELY hot

and can we PLEASE TALK about the character designs

like ambrosius is just ✨✨✨✨✨✨

I need to see more of this animation I’m checking out Annapurna right now and Ballister is just the saddest little wet cat I’ve ever seen in my life please give him a hug

#nimona #nimona movie #my art #digital art #holy crap this movie was insane #Art #artists on tumblr

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michealwilliams11 · 10 months

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This is after the Hyde incident.

New found love pt. 1: Wednesday x fem! reader

Masterlist Next Part

Summary: Enid calls you over for a sleepover, but you can't sleep. Wednesday finds you at the balcony and spends sometime with you.

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Enid knew you and Wednesday liked each other. It was obvious, well not obvious but she found out when Wednesday asked a lot about you.. After the Hyde incident of course. You were one of the suspects. Of course, a person who could talk, understand, turn into, clone animals was a big red flag, she guessed.

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Enid forced Wednesday to immediately apologize to you after. "I'm-" Wednesday inhaled sharply, closing her eyes before exhaling. "I'm sorry.... I confronted you without knowing the true killer." Wednesday said, looking at the back of you and reading the board Enid held for her. "Addams, I know Enid's forcing you. So, it's fine, I forgave you a long time ago." You said with your arms crossed across your chest, looking down at Wednesday.

Yes, you were taller than her and Enid. Wednesday was surprised, you couldn't see it but she was. Aswell as Enid who was still standing behind you. "You did?" Wednesday asked, " Yeah, it was a misunderstanding, plus, we both know you wouldn't be sorry for anything." You said, with a smirk.

"And Enid begged me to forgive you." You continued. "I never begged you!" Enid shot back but kept quite when both you and Wednesday looked at her with glares. You turned back to Wednesday with a sigh. "Friends?" You asked extending your hand for her to shake it. Wednesday looked at the hand for a while, you're hand was getting tired, she shook it. Wednesday could admit, your hand was warm and hers was cold. Perfect combination.

"See you later Addams." You said, winking at her before leaving. How dare you?! You left Wednesday's face red and her heart beating out of her chest!!! She looked at the spot where you were standing and looked where you were talking and laughing with Yoko. Enid quickly came to Wednesday with almost a sad face, she hadn't seen you wink at Wednesday and Wednesday was glad for that. "Friends?! How dare she?!-" Enid was to busy rambling to notice Wednesday not listening and looking at you. What are you doing to her?

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"Should invite Y/N to a sleepover?" Enid asked, looking at her phone. She had been chatting to you a whole hour. Wednesday's shocked you hadn't hanged up on Enid. "It wouldn't matter, as long as she doesn't disturb my writing time." Wednesday said, sitting on her chair and getting her typewriter ready. "I'll invite her." Enid said after a short period of time.

It didn't take long for you to knock on the door. Wednesday and Enid both knew that knock, anyone close to you knew it. It was a beat, it was a quick 3 knocks then a 1 knock again. Enid practically ran to the door. Enid hugged you tightly like you were the only person on the world. "Wednesday said we mustn't make a noise since she's in her writing time or hour." Enid said dragging you in, you closed the door with your foot, surprisingly it closed properly. "Afternoon Addams." You said with a grin, but Wednesday couldn't see it since she had her back faced to you. But she was sure had a grin on your face.

"Williams." Was all Wednesday said back. You knew she was just saying hey back but in....Wednesday? Enid dragged you to her bed. "What movie are we watching?" Enid asked, smiling at you. You were to busy putting out your laptop from the bag you brought. It had snacks, toiletries and more. "Nimona I think is the name?" You said finally finding your laptop. "Oh! I've heard of it!" Enid said, moving so you could sit next to her.

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Wednesday was halfway done with her writing time when she heard snoring from the other side of the room. She looked over to see Enid putting her whole body on yours, suffocating you. You pushed Enid off and got up. You were in a big SpongeBob shirt and brown pants that had little Patrick's on them, it wasn't fashionable, but it was cute. Wait. Cute? Cute?!!Wednesday almost threw up. You got up and put on your black sweater on.

You walked to the balcony, unaware of Wednesday's eyes following your every move like a hawk. When you got to the ledge of the balcony, Enid sprung up. "Wednesday! This is your chance!" Enid whisper shouted, walking up to the raven-haired girl. "Chance?" Wednesday said, getting up and turning around. "Yeah! I set this up! So go!" Enid said, pushing Wednesday to the window.

Wednesday huffed before going outside to the balcony. "What are you doing up?" You asked looking over to Wednesday while sitting on the ledge. "You disturbed me." Wednesday said, not looking at you. "Sorry, I just got suffocated by Enid." You joked with a grin, now looking at the half-moon. "But I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturbed you." You said after a tired sigh. Wednesday didn't answer, she was busy thinking about how to - how Enid puts it - the flow of the conversation.

"Why can't you sleep? Other than Enid suffocating you." Wednesday said, looking over to you. You chuckled at this. "Nightmares. It might sound weird, but...." You said but stopped at looked down with furrowed brows. Wednesday knew some stuff about you and that when you think you do that. You sighed hard.

You turn to Wednesday. "So you see, I'm writing a novel, like you almost. And the main character, Elizabeth is in love with the new character, Alex. Elizabeth wants to confess her love but is afraid Alex will leave her like her ex, Ashley." You said, taking a deep breath so you can continue. " Ash was sweet but a big bitch, Elizabeth was so in love that she couldn't see it. So one time, when Elizabeth was working. She got back to see Ash getting ate by her best friend, Ethan. So Elizabeth did what a normal person would do. Swore at both of them and kicked them out. The worst part was that it was on the couch."

You were out of breath so took a break. "So you can see why Elizabeth doesn't trust her feelings towards Alex." You said looking desperately at Wednesday. Wednesday was trying to process everything you just told her. She was terribly confused, why would you ask her for love advice? Why not ask Enid? You must have been desperate to ask her.

"Enid should know this stuff, don't be foolish." Wednesday said, quickly walking back to the room and continuing her writing time. You sighed deeply and went back and slept next to Enid.

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You were typing away on your laptop. Busy with an essay, when your phone rang. You picked it up and looked at. It was Enid. You quickly answered, "Enid?" You answered confused for why she's calling you. She knew you were working on your essay. You pacifically told her the day before and on the phone. "Hey Y/N!!" She screamed in the phone, but you were used to it. "Enid, you know that I'm writing an essay. So, you have 5 minutes to tell me what you want." You said frustrated.

"Fine, I wanted to get you to ask your crush out." Enid said in a little grumpy voice. "She's clearly not into me. And if you say, "Well she keeps asking about you" it's not going to work." You said with a high-pitched Enid voice when you mimicked her. "Oh, come on! That was last time! She won't do that again!" Enid protested. "A week ago, she called me foolish for asking her for character advice." You said frustrated. " You mean life advice? Or love advice? Or-" Enid said but got interrupted by you.

"Yes! I get it Sinclair!" You shouted back with a roll of your eyes. "She was confused! She isn't great with feelings." Enid defended. "Did she tell you that or did you guess?" You deadpanned. "She told me okay?!" Enid shouted irritated before taking a deep breath. "Just give her a chance? Okay? Maybe tutoring?" Enid asked desperately.

"I'm great in all my classes." You deadpanned. "Well fail one!" Enid said excitedly. "I am going fail one, since you called me!" You said angrily. "Great! Let's continue then!" She said happily. You rolled your eyes. "Enid I'm sorry but I can't fail. Goodbye." You said hanging up.

Enid sadly put her phone away. "It didn't work!" Enid said, getting up and walking over to Wednesday's side of the room. "Why would you call her foolish?!" Enid said angrily. "It's her fault, she came to me for life advice and I gave her some." Wednesday shoot back, not looking up from her novel. "It was a story! Not life advice!" Enid said, pacing back and forth. "Why do you even care?" Wednesday said, flipping a page of her novel.

"Because you guys like each other!" Enid shouted stressed. " I swear I'm going to spoon my eyes out if you guys don't get together!" Enid said, almost stepping on Thing. "I would pay to see that." Wednesday said, still not looking up. "You're asking her out tomorrow!" Enid told Wednesday before going to her side of the room. "I will do no such thing." Wednesday said, now looking to Enid with a glare. "You will do such a thing!" Enid shouted back with her own glare to Wednesday. "And that's final!" Enid shouted again. And it was. Wednesday surprisingly didn't say anything back.

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You thankfully finished your essay last night and gave it in this morning. But now you were being dragged by an angry Enid. And she was angry and fast. "Would you slow down, Enid?!" You shouted, trying to keep up. Enid didn't listen and actually went faster. You two got to Enid's and Wednesday's dorm. She pushed you in and locked the door. You got up from the floor with a grunt.

"Why are werewolves so fucking strong?" You grunted out. Something caught your eye, Wednesday was typing away on her typewriter. "Oh fuck this." You said angrily and walked out to the balcony, when you were about to morph into a bird and fly away, she just had to speak. "Running away from your problems I see." Wednesday's voice rang out. "At least you know your the problem." You shot back.

"Empty threats won't help you." Wednesday said, still typing away. "Like you didn't help me?" You said, entering the room again. "You need love advice and you came to me. That was your big mistake." Wednesday shot back. "Clearly." You said, rolling your eyes. "I only needed help for my novel." You said, re-adjusting your bag that was thankfully still on your back.

"Novel? You don't have the brains or smarts to make such." Wednesday almost laughed. "You want proof?" You said, sitting on Wednesday's bed. "Enlighten me." Wednesday said, looking over to you. You huffed before taking out a few pages of your novel. "Here read this." You said, crossing your arms across your chest. Wednesday looked at the title "New found love." it read. Wednesday nodded once before telling Thing to give you the first few pages of her novel, while she read yours.

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Enid just came back from her date with Ajax. She hoped and prayed and hoped, that you and Wednesday didn't kill each other! She unlocked the door and peeked inside, she saw you standing by Wednesday's desk, laughing and arguing with her. "Elizabeth should have killed Ethan. It would have made a better story." Wednesday argued back. "She did want to kill Ethan but wanted to be the better person." You chuckled at Wednesday, leaning against the wall next to her desk.

"Well she would have been the better person if she killed him." Wednesday shot back, reading some papers on her desk. Were you guys flirting? Well novel flirting she guess but she sadly had to ruin it because her feet were killing her. Enid entered the room with a huff. But you and Wednesday were to busy talking about your novel to notice her. "Um hello?" Enid said offended.

"Oh hey Enid!" You greeted her with a grin and a wave. Wednesday turned around and looked at Enid. "Finally, I thought my ears would bleed out from her rants." Wednesday said before turning back to your novel pages. "Ouch." You said, putting a hand on your chest. Wednesday rolled her eyes from your fake act. "How was your date with Ajax." You asked with chuckle.

"He was busy." Enid sighed, flopping on her bed with a groan. "Busy how?" You asked with another chuckle. Enid gave you a glare and threw a pillow at you. You laughed and threw it back at her. "Not like that!" She groaned again, all you did was laugh. "Now leave, I want to talk to Wends" Enid said, giving you your bag and pushing you out the door before locking it. "Tell me everything!" Enid said, sitting on Wednesday's bed.

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It was the next morning and you were walking to Enid and Wednesday's dorm. You always went there in the morning. You picked Enid up and both of you would go to the Weathervane. You guys would eat breakfast and go back to school before it starts. You knocked on the door with you usual beat. Wednesday opened the door with her usual scowl. "Morning Addams. I'm here to pick Enid up." You said with your usual grin.

Wednesday moved so you could come in. So you did. Wednesday went to her desk and gave you your novel pages back. "It's not half bad. When you have more give it to me." Wednesday said in a small hint of tiredness in her voice. If you looked closer, you could see slight bags under her eyes. "Thanks, did you stay up all night Addams?" You asked, trying to hide your amusement from this.

"Are you amused?" Wednesday asked with a slight tilt of her head. "No! Of course not! Just....curious." You said with a small grin. "Curiosity kills a cat." Wednesday stated. "Yeah, it killed my cat." You said with a small smile. Wednesday's eyebrows slightly furrowed, urging you to continue. "A dog killed her in a fight between the two. Let's just say the dog didn't live to see another day." You said with a slight smirk and winked at Wednesday.

Enid finally was done with her hair and dragged you out the door but before she could, "You want anything while we're gone Addams?" You asked. "My usual." Wednesday said, walking back to her desk to start her writing time. "Got it!" You said, leaving the dorm. You of course closed the door behind you.

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You had Wednesday's drink in your hand. You were walking back to her dorm. Enid went to visit Yoko. You knocked your beat on the door. Wednesday opened the door in her uniform and her bag on. "Here's your order." You said with a grin and handing Wednesday her drink. "What exactly is my order?" Wednesday tested you, walking out her dorm and locking the door behind her. "A quad over ice. Which is 4 shots of expresso." You said, walking next to Wednesday to class. Both of you were going to the same first class. Which was fencing.

You were wearing your white fencing suit with your helmet on, while Wednesday was wearing her black fencing suit, holding her helmet. Both of you were looking for a strip. You finally found one. Both you and Wednesday got ready to fence. Your stance was good, better than Wednesday expected. Wednesday of course won the first round. You both went back to your stances.

This time you won the round. Now it was the last round, you were defense and Wednesday was attacking you. The whole other 2 rounds were defense. So when you attacked Wednesday, she was shocked. But she attacked back, metal hitting metal was the sound ringing in your ears. You fell backwards when Wednesday did a blow that surprised you. You fell on your back with a grunt. Wednesday would have took the win there but gave you 5 seconds to get up. You got up and instantly started attacking Wednesday.

You grunted every time you attacked, something was clearly wrong but you didn't stop. There were blood spots when you attacked on the mat, but no one dared to stop the round. You final got Wednesday on the floor. She fell with a grunt. You poked the foil sword on her shoulder and took off your helmet. You were sweating and panting, your hair a slight mess. You threw your helmet and sword across the strip. You held your right hand in your left hand with a grunt. Blood coming out of your wrist. Bianca came from the crowd of students and came to your side.

"Are you okay?!" She said, ignoring Wednesday's presence. Wednesday got up herself with a slight grunt and dusted off her fencing suit. "You!" Bianca went up to Wednesday with a glare. "Bianca!" You shouted, stopping the girl from murdering the gothic girl. or trying to. "No Y/N! She broke your wrist!" Bianca defended. "Yeah, and Xavier broke your heart, but you don't see me trying to kill him." You shout back, making the crowd of students make 'ooh's'.

Bianca rolled her eyes, gave Wednesday a final glare before walking back to you. "Let's go to the infirmary." Bianca said, putting her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. "That won't be needed, I'll be taking her myself." Wednesday said, taking you left arm and dragging you out the fencing room before Bianca could reply. "Can you please slow down Addams?" You said, trying to catch up with Wednesday.

She slowed down a little, which you thanked her with a small smile. "Let me see." Wednesday said, going to a halt and gesturing to your right wrist. You hissed when Wednesday's cold fingers glided on your bleeding wrist. Wednesday was examining your bleeding wrist, you didn't feel any pain anymore. You were to busy examining her face to feel it. Her perfect jaw, her eyes, her pale skin. She looked even beautiful when concentrated.

Her bangs covering most of her forehead and eyebrows. And....wait....is that? It can't be. You moved your left hand up, hesitant to do this. Your fingers met her skin, and she halted her movements. Since you were taller, it was easier to do this. You brushed away some of her bangs from her left eyebrow. And there it was. An eyebrow slit. Wednesday Addams had an eyebrow slit. "You have an eyebrow slit." You unconsciously said, it just came out. "I don't know what you mean." Wednesday said as she stated to walk to the infirmary. With you behind you.

"It's clear Addams. Your bangs just blocked it." You said with big grin. Wednesday shot a glare, but you just laughed. "If you-" Wednesday tried to say but you interrupted her. " If I say anything, you'll bury me alive or whatever. I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret." You said with a even bigger grin. Ignoring the pain in your wrist.

#reading #wednsday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #enid sinclair

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atinytrashcan · 3 months

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ok so i'm watching Nimona again (surprise surprise) and i wanna talk about something.

the scene at the tower where Bal suggests going over the wall in order to protect Nimona, and Nimona fires back with "we shouldn't have to run."

as any trans person in America right now will know, this country despises trans people (and the LGBTQIA+ community as a whole, but mostly trans folks). being a trans person, especially a trans kid, or the parent of a trans kid, is really difficult.

as a parent, you want to do everything you can to keep your kid safe. you would move countries if you had to. But a lot of the time, you can't. Most people in America right now couldn't afford to move out, no matter how much we may want to. so many people tell us "just move" but they don't comprehend the cost of that.

we shouldn't have to run. we should be able to live as we are, without fear of people hurting us or wanting us dead.

We Shouldn't Have To Run.

#nimona #nimona netflix #ballister boldheart #rant post #nimona rant

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 20 days

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One thing I like about Nimona that I haven't seen brought up yet (and maybe I'm alone here) is that Nimona becomes more sympathetic to the audience at the same pace that she becomes more sympathetic to Ballister (kinda long analysis below sorrys)

Like, I know not everyone agrees, but on my first watch of the movie, I found her downright annoying for the first like, quarter of the film. I don't find her annoying upon rewatch at all, I absolutely adore her, but the first time I watched it I reacted with a similar distaste as Ballister-- not because she was a shapeshifter or queer, obviously, but because she appears completely tone-deaf to Ballister's situation when the man is experiencing probably the worst thing anyone could imagine, she jeopardizes his reputation even more by pretending to be him while menacing the public, constantly undermines his efforts to minimize harm and clear his name, and just does as she feels without regard to others.

Then you start to learn why she acted that way, just as Ballister does. You (and Ballister) start to see that his efforts are in vain, that trying to minimize harm or clear his name doesn't work in his favor and is impossible to achieve, and Nimona knew that all along so of course she didn't care! She's seen this film before enough times to stop taking it seriously. If the outcome is always the same, why not have a little fun with it?

Her whimsical mannerisms start to look less annoying and tone-deaf and more powerful and brave (that she could be so determined to be herself despite everything). She starts to look less carefree, and more jaded. You realize that she's only carefree because it hurts too much to care.

And Ballister's line "Let's break stuff" is the turning point where we see that she (or rather, the Institute) has taught him to embrace chaos and be himself, because they're not going to listen either way.

And the subsequent scene, where Ballister offers to take her away from the walls and she says "No, this isn't right, we have to take the Institute down" shows that Ballister taught her to care again because he proved that people can change. They both had an important lesson they needed to learn from the other, basically: "Don't expect the system to work in your favor but don't be a doomer about it either" lol

And it hurts when Bal turns on her because you can kinda see where he's coming from, it would make sense that a lonely, lonely creature would possibly sabotage someone else hated by society so that they could finally have a friend. It would explain why she acted so cavalier about his reputation, constantly threatened people and undermined him, made them both out to be far more villainous than they were. She was acting out of indifference, but it came across to him as malice, and while we the audience know that obviously the eponymous character isn't a twist villain, Ballister wouldn't, and further, how much easier would it be to believe that this one person double-crossed you, rather than to believe everything you ever knew was a lie? So he turned his back on her.

And he, and the audience see what a huge massive fuckup that was.

What I like is you don't even NEED her backstory to sympathize with her, and neither did Ballister. This isn't a case of "character was unbearable for the entire time but they have sad backstory so they're now likeable I guess Snape). She was already sympathetic and likeable. We already understood her. The backstory was just extra context, nothing more, and that is fucking excellent writing.

We slowly learn to love Nimona for herself at the same rate that Ballister does, rather than being irritated wishing she was something else. And I absolutely, absolutely love that. She doesn't "become" more likeable, you learn that she was likeable all along.

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alcides · 9 months

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Investigating

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❥ Pairing: Nimona/reader

❥ Romantic or Platonic: Romantic

❥ Headcanon or Oneshot: Oneshot

❥ Reader: GN

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It had been a day or two since Nimona had dragged you with her to Ballister's hideout/Home. You were one of the only ones that hadn't threatened to murder the pink girl. Sure you were a bit scared of her at first but she grew onto almost immediately.

So there you were currently on the couch next to a passed out Ballister. Your Lover was cooking her breakfast tacos and to be honest, Nimona wasn't a bad cook at all. You fully expected Ballister to not have a kitchen by the time she was done.

Her music traveled to her headphones and broke into the air. You just watched her every movement, how could you not? She as a whole was just so fascinating to your eye. Her voice broke your thoughts on her.

"You hungry? I made some breakfast tacos"

She felt the need to ask due your eyes on her. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to do this but she thought it was an amazing time to offer. "Ah, y'know I'm not very hungry right now" You kindly declined the offer from her. She shrugged and turned back around to her cooking.

"So....who do you think framed him?" You gestured to Ballister. "It was definitely the squire, it better be or else I'm gonna sound crazy" you hummed in response letting her know you agree with her. All this sudden a loud gasp came from Nimona.

"What if we went out and investigated? Just me and you?!" Your face lit up at the thought of you and her going out and doing something together but your mind snapped somewhere else.

Ballister. "What about him though?" You nodded to the passed Ballister right next to you. Nimona gave you a look and shrugged. "What about him? He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Now come on come on!" Nimona threw her Breakfast tacos on the counter and took your arm dragging out of the door.

This was going to be a busy day.

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jamiedc-they-them · 8 months

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Family (Platonic)

This one is a bit long!!! Nimona was so good, and meant so much to me! Wanted to do this as soon as I saw the film and have finally completed it! Just a quick warning, story contains some mentions of self doubt over lgbt identity, some mentions of Suicidal Ideation, and I think that is all (if I have forgotten anything, please let me know!!!). All my love to my lgbt siblings with everything going on right now <333 you matter so damn much! And this film coming at a time like this (and even more so after I learnt about the author of the graphic novel!) is everything!

Also, all my love to the WGA and SAG-AFTRA, keep fighting the good fight!!! I wouldn’t be here writing this (or really any fanfic) without your incredible writing and work! <333

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Nimona and Y/N are not siblings by blood, but choice, friendship, and loyalty. They find that support and acceptance in each other; but, when they catch wind of a knight who is just has hated as them, they see an opportunity to find someone else to add to their family.

If you had parents, you didn’t know them.

You just remembered always being out in the streets, just about standing by.

You never stole, you just took whatever left others you either found, or were given out of sympathy.

Pity did get you a long way, you had to admit.

People felt sorry for you, but then did nothing else to help you.

While it hurt, it never really put a chip on your shoulder. There was nothing anything you could do anyway. You couldn’t fight. You didn’t have a lot of strength in you.

One time, a group of people decided to leverage that. People like you; left behind and given nothing but scraps. Instead of coming together, however, they saw you as a weak link; something to blame for their issues and lot in life.

Just when you thought that would be it for you, someone called out. The pain stopped, but even if it lingered. You weren’t hit again. Your hearing was fuzzy, eyesight blurry.

You blacked in and out a few times.

When you came to, you are on a couch. You hear someone humming. You sit up, slowly, and see a girl around your age cooking.

“Oh, hey!” She says, turning back to you with a smile on her face, “don’t worry about those guys,” she assures you, “I took care of them.”

She seems almost proud.

Still, you just feel good that they’re gone now.

“You can have some of this, if you want,” she says, gesturing to her food.

“I don’t…I don’t want to be a burden,” you say.

You hear a growl, and see a red tiger in front of you, baring it’s teeth, “who said that?” She demands.

“No one really. Just…just the vibe, I guess?”

You look down, subconsciously; the girl seems to notice this, only watching you as you scramble to find the words you need. Then —

“I’m sorry…for not – for not knowing anymore. Could use someone like you out there.”

You feel something on your leg. Looking down, you see a red cat, rubbing itself on your leg. It looks up at you, before jumping on the couch.

“It’s not your fault, kid,” the cat says, “we’ll find them.”

You stroke the cat again. You feel safe. Sure, it’s a talking cat, but the cat was a girl a minute ago. You’ve seen what the world can hold magic wise. You know different things exist. Some people thrown out for all sorts of things they can’t control; this is that for her.

“‘We’?” You echo back to her, as she changes back to her redheaded form, arms crossed with a smirk on her face.

“Hell yeah, us!” She says, arms now up in the air, “we can watch each others back! Like a –“ her eyes light up, “like a sidekick!”

Something in your eyes brighten; something in hers soften, slightly.

They both do that a bit more as your smile widens, “ok then, where do we start?”

“Well, how about names?” She says, but there’s excitement in her eyes, “I’m Nimona!” She says, holding her hand out.

“I’m…” you say, holding out your hand and then pausing, “oh…”

She seems to catch onto what you mean, “I have a bunch of lists of names if you want to look?” She offers.

You nod, eagerly, and she fetches it – throwing some other items over her shoulder while she looks. She presents it to you. It’s a massive scroll that unfurls, “take your pick!” She says, arms outstretched to it like a ‘ta-da’ like pose. She’s proud of it.

You do pick one, even if it takes a bit of time. Still, you find one that works for you:

Y/N.

“Had a feeling you’d like that one,” she says, “I like it!”

You smile again. She does too, even if hers looks a bit like a snarl in a way; seems she’s already thinking of the damage you’ll do together. For you though, it’s about not being alone anymore.

You do get up to trouble. A lot of trouble. You paint art on walls; you play pranks on the guards so you can get somewhere – or sometimes just for fun.

Nimona’s ability to shapeshift is so damn cool. Internally, she feels a spark of happiness she hasn’t felt in a long time at your genuine acceptance and awe of her ability.

She, in turn, helps you find yourself as well. Your style, clothing wise. She notes things that make you uncomfortable as well. Sometimes that leads to deep chats; like the one you have about your lack of care for anything to do with sex or romance, or gender norms.

All she has to say to that is, “metal. Norms are for losers, anyway. I mean, end of the day, you’re Y/N, and I’m Nimona. That’s all that matters.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s something small or major that changes identity wise, her words are always the same and always true.

Her loyalty to you is the same as yours is to hers. You’re always defending her – despite her not always needing it – and backing her up in fights.

You always assure her she has you. You see her moments of vulnerability. Where the mask sort of drops. She always appreciates it. As while she’s not like you in the way of comforting people, she tries to learn from your softness and comforting manners.

You’re all each other have. At least, for a while anyway. You see the news of the manhunt for a man who killed the queen. Someone almost as hated as you are.

Nimona looks to you, and you know what your best friend is thinking.

So, you track him down. She does the talking; though at one point Ballister does look at you and seem to start implying you’re a monster to, and says, “hey, don’t look at them. Look at me,” he complies as he sees you looking around his room. You’re a curious thing.

“What — um, who are…?”

She raises an eyebrow, “they,” she starts, “are Y/N. My best friend and partner in crime and all things evil,” she then leans forward, “and I’m Nimona.”

“Yes…but, what does that mean?” He asks, trying not to piss her off. In his mind, scared he’ll become one of her – he’s sure – many victims.

A smirk appears on her face as she answers, “whatever we want it to mean.”

“Right. Yes. Ok,” he says, “that’s understandable.”

He sees you fiddling with one of his spare arms, “please be careful with that!” He says in fear. You put it back carefully, backing away from it. Nimona raises an eyebrow, letting you handle this. She knows you’re tougher than you look. Don’t get her wrong, you look better now; both a bit more comfortable in your own skin, but also decently fed.

“What is that?” You ask.

“Oh…it’s one of my spares. Just an old prototype I guess, for this,” he says, gesturing to his arm.

“Hm,” you say, looking at it and then the old version, “it’s always nice to have a spare.”

“Like a sidekick!” Nimona says, adding it one to try and persuade the knight – or ex-knight you guessed.

“No, no! Those things do not match!”

“Oh, come on!” Nimona snaps at Ballister. You just watch the interaction go on. She’s always been a stubborn one.

Still, he leaves on his own. You sigh, looking to your friend, “come on,” you say, opening the door to go to where he will end up.

“Ok, kid. You ok with a quick flight?” Nimona asks you as you look at the scale of the building. It’s intimidating; that, and heights were never your thing.

You gulp, “y-yeah.”

“Alright!” She says, happy you’re trying to put yourself out there more.

So, up you go. Despite the fact that she can shapeshift, she keeps you in mind as well as you sneak into the cells section. You do, however, keep watch, letting her go into the cell and break Ballister out the old fashion way – and the way she more enjoys, violently punching the release.

In the closet, you help keep it closed, finding more items. Out of the two, you’ve always been the more resourceful one.

She gives you a single look after Ballister makes his promise. You know what she’s going to do, so you just pull Ballister back a bit as Nimona shifts once again.

Having had some close calls and only gotten away via her shifting, you’re able to stay on better than Ballister, though you do help him when you can reach him. As for you and Nimona, however, you’re pretty much in synch with each other.

However, then comes the need for an exit. You know Nimona can fly, but she can’t hold both of you. So —

“I’ll lead them away,” you say, not allowing anyone to stop you as you take off in the opposite direction.

“Y/N, no! Come back!” Nimona calls out to you. She knows you are quick on your feet, but this is a bad place to try to be. Don’t get her wrong, she’s having fun causing havoc, but now what she might gain in a boss, she may lose a friend. She won’t do that.

Still, nothing she can do. Boss comes first.

So, off she goes, getting them both to the floor.

“Do you see them?” Nimona asks; and he hears the concern in her voice. She’s violent, but cares a lot. He respects that. Despite being surround and fighting, he tries as much as he can to keep an eye out for you.

“There!” He shouts, pointing up before dodging another strike.

Nimona turns as well, smirking, but concern still in her eyes as she sees you near a ledge. You don’t even think about it, you just jump.

So, with the wings once again, she flies upwards, dodging any attacks, before catching you and bring you down to the ground.

You both roll, before joining the Frey once again. You’ve never been as good in fights as her, but your agility and quick thinking does help. Nimona goes more aggressive once she sees Ballister in trouble. You go around some of the guards to help, but you’re taken down too.

That’s only enrages her further.

After you escape, you both start to bond with him. And, he seems a bit more at ease with you both now. You did break him out after all. So, he lets you help. Being a bit more open to ideas.

You all get down to the subway, seeing your wanted images. Somehow, you had never been photographed, so you were just a question mark. Seemed fitting, in a way, you guessed.

“Hm, no,” your best friend says, looking from you to the question mark you, “I don’t see the semblance.”

You roll your eyes, and she just giggles to herself. Ballister watches you both, eyes softening slightly at your genuine friendship and connection.

On the subway, he asks you guys, “so, how long have you both known each other?”

You share a look; her’s is asking if you want to say it, and also asking if you are ok with it being said; yours is the same.

You both shrug. She goes first with her tale, using it to make fun of Ballister.

He still seems a little disturbed by her ability to shift, even asking her to go back a to the ‘normal’ version of her. You both raise eyebrows at him. Sure, he tries to cover up by saying that it’s for other people, and not him, but you don’t exactly buy it.

“Are some of your best friends, ‘normal’?” You say, having heard that before with some people trying to cover up their hatred for you by saying that they know others. It’s bullshit.

“What? I — I, no… No, that’s not what I meant —“ he says, trying to correct his error.

“Too late,” you say, folding your arms, looking away.

Nimona changes back to her human self, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I, uh, I’m sorry,” Ballister says. You keep looking away.

“Boss means it, Y/NN,” Nimona says, squeezing your shoulder a bit.

Ballister goes to say something else, but Nimona only holds up a hand. He nods, knowing that this is your moment. You need your own breather.

After a moment, you look up at him, seeing his eyes holding a genuine guilt to it. And a plead to make this all better. It’s the first time someone other than Nimona has looked at you. Like a person. A friend, maybe even.

You look at your best friend, the only person you’ve ever been able to call family, and she gives you a smile. You mirror it, putting your hand on top of hers.

“Thanks, Nim,” you say softly.

She removes her hand, before nudging you with her arm, “course, squirt. You and me, right?” She says, holding out her pinky finger. You link yours to hers.

“You and me. Nimona and Y/N.”

“And that’s all that matters.”

Ballister smiles. Then a thought comes to him about the question he asked but didn’t get answers to.

“Are you guys siblings?”

You look at each other again, and nod in sync.

“Closest we’ll ever get to it.”

“That’s cool,” he says, “seriously. Having a friend is…it must be nice.”

Again, you share a look; your journeys have been rough, and you’ve saved each other more times than you can count, but he’s right.

Nimona changes to a small boy, and you smile at her comment of “I am today,” before she goes off to do her part of this hastily cobbled together plan.

Ballister notices your look, “what’s wrong?”

“Just…it’s weird.”

Ballister chuckles, but not in a mean why; more surprise than anything else, “can’t be, especially not compared to my day so far.”

You nod, only really half listening. But, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, “I don’t…I don’t feel a fit in with…all this,” you say, pointing to him and then a random woman across the road, “and Nim…she’s fluid with it, you know? Labels don’t really matter to her. I like them. But…I can’t find the right ones. We do our names, and it works and it…I mean, it’s a statement and I love that, really. I just — I don’t know.”

“We’ll find it,” he says, not catching himself on the first word, “trust me, from what I’ve seen of Nimona, she’d burn it all down for you to find it.”

“We’ve taken up too much time,” you say, clearing your throat, gesturing for him to follow you, as you watch the man Nimona was – well, once distracting, but now chasing, went around the corner, “sorry.”

You don’t give him time to say anything back in return, you just take his hand and lead him out into the street once again, trying to find a getaway.

He recognises someone; the one with the punchable face? Maybe, you can’t quite remember. Either way, Ballister is terrified.

He hastily gets you into the vehicle with him, but you do see Nimona with a giddy smile as she shuts the boot.

Then, off you go, though Nimona does call out to you to get down.

With nothing but blind luck, you make it to an alley way. Ballister freaks out at Nimona being hurt, but she doesn’t show it hurts that much. You’re sure it does, but not as much as what is going on inside of her. You sit on the boot of the vehicle as they talk, though they do make their conversation loud enough to make you feel included.

You watch with soft eyes at the interaction, and how Nimona describes it all. When she jumps down when saying “I just wouldn’t be me,” she puts a hand on your leg too, “just like they wouldn’t be them.”

She then nudges you, “go on, bud,” she says softly, gesturing over to the bench, “go have your lil session. I’ll stay with this guy,” she says, jumping up on the boot, legs swinging.

Silently, you go over to Ballister. He looks at a cut on your arm. You aren’t entirely sure when you got it, but he does what he can to clean it.

“May I try ask again how you met?”

“Sure,” you say, looking to Nimona, she nods, encouraging smile in tow, “not the greatest of origin stories. I was always a street rat,” a crumbled up piece of paper hits your head, thrown by your best friend, “Was just always out on the streets. Never remembered anything from before. Guess either I was abandoned by parents dying, or they just left me.”

Ballister pauses, looking at you with sympathy. Nimona’s eyes are casted down to the floor. Like noted before, your lives weren’t easy, even if you had each other. The chaos was always fun, when you guys controlled it. Rebellion was something you both loved, but you were always focused more on survival than rebellion; even though you tried.

“I’m so sorry.”

You give him a sad smile, “I have my moments where…” you drift off. Nimona’s eyes shoot right up to your figure. She knows where your thoughts are going.

“Your parents were either unlucky, or bad people,” she says, “if it’s the latter, then they lost out on someone awesome.”

“Thanks, Nim.”

“No, she’s right,” Ballister says in support, “you’re a sweet, kid. You’re loyal, and kind.”

“But I don’t know who I am.”

“Well, if it helps, I thought I liked girls when I was around your age,” you chuckle softly at that after he does.

“I don’t think I want that from anyone,” you admit. Nimona smiles, glad you feel safe enough to say it. It’s your own small rebellion; she can’t be prouder of you, even muttering out a small ‘hell yeah’ under her breath.

“That’s cool,” Ballister says; you scrunch your eyes brows up slightly, not expecting him to say that, “we want what we want from life. And…if I may ask, about the other thing?”

“…I – I don’t…I don’t think ‘he’ or ‘she’ fit me. I mean,” you look to Nimona in self consciousness, “I know that’s swapping one label for another, but —”

“Labels can help us find a home in ourselves,” she says, wisely. Ballister looks to her, seeing her gaze soft as she continues, “sometimes they change. But, as long as it’s your choice on it changing, then it’s all cool with me.”

You nod, but Nimona catches the slight guilt in your eyes. She hops off the boot, approaching you as Ballister finishes his work on the cut – having only resumed it after your addition, “I always said I’ll tell ya as many times as you need. And I don’t mind, really,” she says, putting an arm on your good shoulder, “you’re my little buddy. My best friend. You’re Y/N, and who that is may shift and change, but you’re still you at the core of that.”

Emboldened by your friends and the feeling of safety to be honest, you look to the man in the boot, “shall we?”

The two look to the man, who then speaks. Saying he’s happy for you all, but now really just wants to be let go.

“Oh, yeah,” your best friend says, cracking her knuckles.

You get the video evidence that’s you need. This is it, your boss – and maybe even friend at this point – can be free. Sure, it pisses you both off at his want to still believe in this system – this system that is built to hate people like you – but you still go with him. Nimona says she’s in it because everyone hate’s Ballister too; and yes, that is part of your reasoning too – you guys aren’t alone anymore. But…if you’re honest with yourself, it’s mainly the latter part to that. To find your crew, you go by your labels and accept you fully.

The plan goes well, and you all escape together this time. Ballister holding you as you fly away.

“Why didn’t we think of this the first time?” You shout over the wind.

“We’re not very smart!” Nimona says with a chuckle.

“You have your moments, though?” Ballister asks, cheekily.

You both laugh this time, “seems so!” You say in sync.

Back at Ballister’s, the events of everything, including another brawl - this time you were more successful - though Ballister was almost taken in but you guys won, and feeling of safety, allows you to sleep soundly for once. Nimona runs a hand through your hair, head in her lap. Ballister puts a blanket over her.

“Don’t wake them, Boss,” is all Nimona says, quietly.

Ballister chuckles quietly, “I won’t, don’t worry,” he assures, before going to his computer.

Nimona soon falls asleep herself.

When Ballister meets with Ambrosius, nothing on your past comes up. Ambrosius is question on it, and says, “I’m sorry, Bal. I really am. I think that (he/she) —“

“They,” he interjects.

“Ok, sorry, yes,” Ambrosius says, correcting himself, “I think they may of met Nimona and been taken down a path. But,” he reaches out and takes Ballister’s hands in his own, “you can stop this. You can save them. We can.”

When Ballister comes back, Nimona seemingly has a sixth sense about this. She wakes up, happy, but slightly on edge when she sees the look on his face. Carefully, she removes herself from you.

“What are you?” Ballister seethes.

“We aren’t doing this here,” Nimona says, moving to the back of the couch, as if a shield.

“Answer me.”

“You aren’t dragging them into this,” she says, a fiery protectiveness in her gaze, “do you know how much they’ve been –“

“How much as done because of you?” That stings, she won’t lie, “you drag them around with you into your schemes. They’re an innocent pers-“

“Exactly,” Nimona says, keeping her voice quiet, but letting the anger still roll through her words, “so, if you wanna blame someone, which you oh so apparently do, then blame me, ok?”

“What’s going on?” You say, slurred as you still adjust to the world. You blink a few times, before slowly sit up on the sofa. You turn to your friends, and both have angry looks on their faces, “what’s wrong?”

“Gloreth,” Ballister says, “the darkness she was fighting to keep out? It was her,” he says, ripping the bandaid off instantly.

You look to Nimona, eyes wide, but not filled with fear, just shock.

“Y/N…” Nimona says, seemingly only seeing what she wants to.

“Nim,” you say, taking her hands in your own, “it doesn’t matter,” despite the reassurances, her mind is already made up. Those voices that she’s kept at bay for herself, and help you fight – and you have returned the favour in both small and large ways – are back in full force. You can see it on your friend…on your sister’s face. It pains you to no end.

“Get away from her, Y/N,” Ballister advices.

“No,” you say, firmly.

“Y/N, please…” you hate how her voice cracks a bit, looking at you.

“Hey, what was it you always said? We’re all we’ve got. You and me, yeah?”

“Don’t you understand what she is. She’s a —”

“No,” you spit, looking to Ballister, who is a bit taken aback, “it doesn’t matter. It matters who she really is. She’s Nimona. Just like I’m Y/N, and you’re Ballister. You’re the ex-knight. I’m the street rat, and Nimona is the reason this broken system was made in the first place.”

“It’s not broken,” Ballister says, running a hand through his hair.

“It always has been!” You shout, he jumps, “don’t you get that? Someone framed you for power. That power is used to make people like me hate themselves. It turns people against each other. It tears people apart, and you still support it!”

“Because it keeps us safe from monsters who want to destroy it!” He can’t stop the words as they tumble out. But, as soon as he sees you both flinch, he wants to take it back.

Nimona runs first, and as you go to follow, you pause at Ballister’s door, “you know, I really thought you’d be different,” the words strike him just like Ambrosius’ sword did. Then, you’re gone.

He slams his hand onto the table, swiping objects away. One gets his attention, that old arm he’d made. The spare. The useful spare. The one that got him through a lot before this better one.

Sure, he knew the metaphor didn’t completely work, but you were curious being. You just wanted to find safety, and Nimona just wanted to find that as well. You were both just looking for love in a world that hid it from you because of who you were.

He remembered when he first came out, how it was rocky. You were both young (sure, Nimona was old in terms of this story of her, but she was a young girl in physical form) and your lives had been several levels below rocky.

You and Nimona were all you had. He…god he realises, he was part of that too. For a moment, they let someone else in. Let someone else be a lifeline.

The words he’d said…he could see on Nimona’s face when she looked at you that something had changed in your dynamic as soon as he said it. She looked at you like she was a poison, and there was no antidote. He always remembered your words, about how at the beginning you would…oh, oh he knows what you mean now by what you wanted to do.

That pain because you couldn’t be free; you couldn’t completely be you. Oh no. Oh god.

He finds his sword. The thing that started him on this path. A path that led him to you both. Two spirited, loyal people.

He then feels the ground shake. He looks to the tv. He knows who that is. He knows who is on one last run.

“Good Gloreth,” he says, before running out of the door, just hoping that he isn’t too late. That he can make this right. As right as he can, anyway.

As for you, you try all you can to get Nimona’s attention, and she only flies away. God, you hate it; you’ve never really been out to this part of the walled off city before. You don’t know where she would go. You go to the town. There’s an abandoned building you went to one time when at a low. Nimona saved you that day, flying up to you and sitting with you. It must’ve been hours, but she managed to get you down and home. Sure, that location changed. But Nimona was a constant. She was family. She was home. She was security; always there for a pep talk or defence. You were always there with a plan or a way out. She’d always follow them, executing them to a T. You just worked.

You affirmed each other. Any doubts you’d talk about. You’d clean swap clothes, steal some if they didn’t fit or felt wrong. Tag areas with different names, but the same style so everyone knew it’s was you.

You feel a rumble as you reach the top of the building. A dark, shadowy creature, makes its way into town. Stomping over things, but not hitting anything. The only time it does is when it’s shot, screeching out in pain as it falls down.

You know who it is. You recognise a part of the scream.

It’s Nimona.

You look down the building, a hell of a drop. You see more of the flying vehicles going for her. Quickly, you do some calculations. You take a few steps back. Don’t get yourself wrong, you’re not in the healthiest of mindsets right now. If you miss, it’s a big drop, and then…well, whatever comes next. But, you have to try this. You have to try and protect your family as best you can. So, counting down quickly, you run.

You jump.

You land right on one of the vehicles. The guard is too shocked to really do anything. So, you push him with all your might, and he falls, but catches himself. You just focus on the controls of this thing. Not that many. It’s simple, but effective. It works.

So, despite some near crashes, you sort of get the hang of this thing. You use it to shoot at the attackers hurting Nimona. Some fire back at at you, others dodge and keep going at this person they decided needs to be put down for the benefit of the people.

You try your most, even get lucky, but there’s a lot of carnage going on; all their own doing.

You see, however, what Nimona is making a bee line for. The sharp end of a sword that was pointed at her so long ago.

You race forward, not even noticing your previous guard friend managing to climb back up. He wrestles with you for the controls. Once again sending you pretty much into things. However, he then pulls the breaks, but catches you before you fall. He’s not looking at you now, he’s looking at Nimona, who is stood in front of the sword, white, beating heart out.

“NO!” You cry, sending the vehicle forward once again. You get to the sword, jumping off it. The guard tries to stop you, but just misses.

“Stop —“ he calls. But, a new voice stops him.

“They’re with me!” Ballister, “they’re with me.”

He looks at you; so many apologies and silent words being sent at you at once.

You nod, “later,” you say, before running to save your sister. He follows. You both hold her back. She looks down at you.

Ballister apologises to her as well. She looks to you.

“Please don’t,” is all you can say, “I need my sister. I need my sister,” you say, repeating it as your tears finally leak.

She changes back, and you both catch her. She looks a mess, beaten to high hell, but alive.

“I love you too,” she says to you as the three of you hug. You pull back, looking at her with elation -she’d always shown it, never said it; but you did always, sort of selfishly, wanted to hear her say it – and she chuckles tiredly and brings you into a hug of just the two of you, “I need my sibling in my life too. Besides, you rebelled completely against them,” she says, having seen you on the roof and your stunt, “guess I could do something a bit different, yeah?”

You chuckle, tightening the hug. It feels right. Like pieces of a puzzle coming together. Ballister joins, and it mostly feels complete.

A hug of a family. Of people who love and accept each other.

People soon start running again, and you all see a giant cannon aimed directly at you all. You all look at the citizens, knowing it will hurt them as well.

“No –“ you say, looking to Nimona, knowing what she is planning.

She smiles, however; her mind is mind up.

She kisses you on the forehead, “I love you,” she mumbles, before giving Ballister a wink, “take care of them for me, Boss.”

“Nimona,” Ballister says, trying to stop her. To try find another way.

However, “we know I’m fast enough to stop that thing,” she says, “and we’re wasting too much time. I get to punch someone with a punchable face, like really hard,” she then looks back to you, and sees you about to break again, “hey,” she says, cupping your face in her hands, “I’ll always be here,” she puts her hand on your chest, “you’ve got this. You’re gonna build a new, better, world.”

With that, she turns into a phoenix, and flies right into the cannon. The explosion rocks the wall, creating a massive gap in it. What does it show? It shows that the outside world is beautiful, that they had anything to fear. There is danger there, but also beauty. So much beauty.

Ballister and you go down to try and find Nimona, instead you only find red specs flying around.

You curl up into a ball, letting out sobs.

Ambrosius comforts Ballister, but saw how you were with the guardsman above. Granted in glimpses, but given your friendship with Nimona, your distrust of this system that he too is now questioning is understandable. So, he lets Ballister take his time before bringing you into a hug as you both cry for your fallen friend.

Some time passes, and you are all called heroes. You move in with Ballister, and your friendship rebuilds. He becomes this role model to you of perseverance and light. Softness and love. He becomes a sort of parental figure. He supports you when you stumble, and you do the same for him.

Ambrosius respects your boundries. He’s a nice person, even if you have your many issues with the system. He listens, like actually listens to them, and does what he can to set them right. He knows it will take time, but he knows you’ll appreciate the effort.

It’s slow going with him, but he is sweet. He’s kind. So, you are warming up to him. And he’s getting to know you. And, you do have to admit, him and Bal are sweet.

One day, when you’re in home alone, Bal and Ambrosius out on a date, you hear something. It’s like the wind, but that’s not possible as it’s a peaceful day. You then turn, seeing a glare of light. It gets brighter and brighter —

And then it stops. You lower your hand, and drop your bowl of popcorn. It doesn’t break, but the effect is there.

“Hey, champ,” you hear her say.

And you barrel right into Nimona’s awaiting arms. She chuckles, spinning you around before putting you back on the ground, “oh, look at you!” She says, turning your head with her hands, noting the subtle changes to your style and your looks, “you look so good!”

You chuckle, before going in for another hug. She hugs you back just as tightly.

She shuts her eyes, hoping to hold this moment in her mind forever; just as you are as well.

She pulls back, then looks to the TV, “what you watching, squirt?” She asks. You grab her hand, and pull her to it, hopping over it, which she mirrors on the other side, before now sharing the blanket with her and handing her the bowl and filling it up with more popcorn.

You hit play, and both watch the TV.

Bal comes back, and does a double take when he sees you both. It’s like a mirror version of the last time he saw you asleep on her lap, hand going through your hair again.

“Oh, hey, Boss,” she says, “just figured I’d pop in, say ‘hi’ and all that.”

Ballister can only laugh, tears of happiness forming in his eyes.

“Hi,” he says, holding his arms open.

“Hey,” she says, hugging him.

The family is complete.

Y/N and Nimona the siblings; and Balister and Ambrosius the parental/older siblings. The label isn’t exactly exact, but sometimes labels aren’t. They fluctuate.

But the love, just as the person, is still there. Still them. Still have all that love and hope inside of them.

Some people like labels, some don’t.

Either way, you all fit together. You all know what you are.

Family. And a family who aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

#nimona x reader #Nimona imagine #platonic reader #platonic reader insert #platonic imagine #Nimona x platonic reader #Nimona x platonic!reader #Nimona x Best Friend Reader #Nimona x Sibling Figure Reader #reader insert #Nimona Reader Insert

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theshoesofatiredman · 10 months

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There are a lot of moments in the Nimona movie that evoke strong emotion for me, but one that really stands out to is the conversation Ballister and Nimona have about taking down the Director. Ballister is clinging to his faith in the Institute with everything he has. He wants his life back and wants to believe that this religion he's dedicated his life to isn't rotten to the core, just rotten at the top. If they can just take out one corrupt leader, his faith, the faith of everyone in his world, could be preserved.

But Nimona knows better. She's faced the evil of the Institute for far longer and knows that the entire religion is built to tear them to shreds. Once they were othered, once they were branded as the enemy, there was no going back. In that conversation, I felt my journey as an apostate who was once desperate to preserve my own faith. I used to carry the weight of not wanting to hurt other people's faith with my own story. But I see now that my old religion was an engine built to destroy me, was only ever capable of destroying me. It was painful and cathartic to watch Ballister walk that same road. I revel now in the hope the story offers, that we can change not only our own hearts and minds but the hearts and minds of others, living differently as a result.

#watch Nimona it is incredibly queer and so so good #I found out after watching the movie that it's a graphic novel as well and I will be reading it #Nimona #Nimona Netflix #Nimona film #Nimona 2023 #apostate #ex christian #ex fundamentalist #exvangelical #ex fundie #religious trauma

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