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hrsndww · 8 months
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FAMILY FAMILY 😿😿😿😿(comic ver.)
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crypticpaw · 9 months
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That moment when you FINALLY get your bf's sidekick to like you!
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local-space-gay · 9 months
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for someone who had pretty much no voice acting experience going into the movie I am so impressed with Eugene Lee Yang’s performance as Ambrosius. The way he delivered his lines was so good they’re constantly floating around my head like:
The softness in his voice when he says “they’re gonna love you, like I do,” is so sweet.
Just in general, the clear difference in his voice when he’s loudly commanding knights vs when he’s talking to Ballister alone. You can tell he feels so much softer and more comfortable around him through the way he talks
The entire inner monologue. the way it slowly ramped up to the point where he was screaming at the top of his lungs. It’s so funny and so sad at the same time
During the bar scene, the way that his voice breaks into a whisper when he says “arm” in “I’m sorry. For everything. For your arm,” like it sounds as if he can’t bring himself to say the word. Gives me chills
The way he says “he hates freestyle jazz” makes me giggle every time
“Because I love you.” GAH. You can FEEL THE DESPERATION AND THE SADNESS
He just nailed the characterization he was going for good job man
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starrycassi · 7 months
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Do u think Ballister ever told Ambrosius about the director actually fucking stabbing 'him"
Like did anyone tell this man that Nim wasn't only Gloreth's monster, she was also her friend or???? DOES HE KNOW.
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ashtrologys · 9 months
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Surprise attack hug
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donniesdorm · 9 months
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Updated montage of whatever kind of character this is ahah ^ will make another with all their partners soon,,
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puddlestheduck1 · 2 months
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same picture
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hierocherry · 10 months
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forever thinking of ambrosius with hearts in his attentive eyes and the way ballister automatically collapses into his shoulder the second he realises it's ambrosius, who then presses himself closer to him with a hand cupping the back of his head
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incorrectquoteslobby · 6 months
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Ambrosius: Okay, truth or dare? Ballister: Truth Ambrosius: How many hours have you slept this week? Ballister: Ballister: ...Dare Ambrosius: Go to bed Ballister: I don’t like this game
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beingcocoa · 9 months
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Cool!
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midnights-dragon · 9 months
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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.”
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hrsndww · 8 months
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a bit late with this trend, but better late than never right??🥰
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amarioe · 4 months
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Nimona!
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I messed the eyes up, so sorry best girl :(
I felt so bad i edited the image in Ibispaint X lol(the real reason was that the eye was REALLY REALLY REALLY bugging me and i can't fix it irl)
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Atleast a Nimona character finally won, lol? And wow, picking between adding Nya or Lloyd is hard--
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starrycassi · 8 months
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Ballister's been through this many times. Ambrosius comes into his room, hysterical, to announce him of some ridiculous upper crust rule or ball or challenge that he's got to participate in. He knows the drill by now; listen to him, reassure him and help him get ready, be it brushing his hair or co-writing a speech for him to give.
The Goldenloin family puts up an act for people to show off Ambrosius and his many qualities every so often. He doesn't really care, not anymore. He used to panic alongside Ambrosius, when they were thirteen. He's seventeen, now, and the novelty of it has worn off — it's just kind of funny, really, to see his boyfriend suffer through hours and hours of whatever bullshit he's supposed to do now.
This upcoming event, however, is doing a number on Ambrosius's nerves. He's pacing back and forth the room, and he hasn't even looked at Ballister yet. His tic — the one in his left eye, is back, and his lips are red and swollen in the places where he's been bitting them. It's barely five am, and Ballister knows that this is going to be a long day.
"You're going to get nauseous if you keep spinning around, Amber" he tries to start the conversation, voice soft and words slow. Between them, Ambrosius has always been the worst when it comes to keeping his emotions under control. Ballister's learnt, by now, that sometimes it's just better to give him space.
"I'm nauseous already. Some spinning won't hurt, I'm sure" he snaps back, almost screaming. Ballister decides that talking to him won't be possible right now, and goes back to the project on his table, making sure to hold the screwdriver at the right angle.
After fifteen minutes or so, Ambrosius finally stops. He whines, letting his body weight drag him down on Ballister's mattress.
"What is it, this time?"
Ambrosius's silent, only whining a bit more after the question, like a wounded dog. That's new. He usually loves to go on rants about how everything is going to go wrong and how the whole world hates him in secret. Ballister puts down the tools, quickly scribbles down what he's supposed to do next to avoid future mistakes, and sits down next to his boyfriend, threading a hand through the other teen's hair.
They stay like that some minutes, Ballister working his way through the blond strands and Ambrosius simply lying there. Ballister's starting to think that he's fallen asleep, when Ambrosius finally speaks up, face still buried in pillows.
"They're marrying me off, Bal"
The world stops spinning.
Ballister goes static. His whole body freezes, and his heart stops beating. He can feel the blood on his veins going cold, so cold his bones feel stuck, too.
This was a expected situation, kind of. Captain Gloria, Ambrosius's mom, had been married off, too. She didn't like her husband in the slightest and they never talked to each other. Ambrosius told him all that.
She had also promised to keep her son away from that predicament. But Ballister knew better than to trust mothers. His own had abandoned him some years ago, after all.
"What... How? What?"
Ambrosius sits up, criss cross, hugging a pillow. He's such a kid. His eyes are already watery, and he's got a red nose, probably from slamming his face into the pillows.
"Not- well, not actually marrying me off. Mum doesn't want that, y'know" He shrugs, looking at his own hands. "But she can't really... just go against tradition, I guess. So, uh, there's going to be a tournament, figths, you know? And I know I'll probably win, she chose combat because she knows I'm good at it, but what if I don't win?"
He takes a deep breath, grunting. Ballister's brain is struggling to catch up, so he can't do much more than nod, encouraging his boyfriend to keep talking.
"It's not going to be like here, only us, cadets and students, where I know I will undoubtedly win. Actual grown ups could get in there, Ballister. My mom's been screaming to anyone and everyone about how ridiculous everything is, but- I guess rules are rules. I haven't slept. We stayed up all night on the phone, she tore down the whole family's library, called all of our lawyers, we tried every single article and law ever written. Nothing. The best we can do is... hope"
"The Captain's right. This is ridiculous, Ambrosius. What do you mean grown ups? Why? That's fucking creepy. Can't you guys just... say no? You're a Goldenloin, surely you-"
Ambrosius grunts, again, tugging at one of his hair strands.
"It's not that easy!" He screams, shutting Ballister up. "I've been getting proposals for... for forever! It's not really a matter of love as it is a matter of money, Bal. I've been getting proposals even from before I was actually born. Political alliances and all that. Mom's been doing her best, I know she has, but when a heir has said "no" enough times, then a duel or something can be called up, and an actual tournament would be way easier than just fighting every single idiot that wants to get my last name!"
Ballister's never been happier to be an orphan commoner than right now. His only worry when it comes to marriage is whether or not he can afford a pretty ring.
It's not like commoners don't marry for money. Arranged marriages were a pretty common thing around him, young kids marrying older people to try and get their families ahead, forced by their parents, their "spouses" or their economical situations. He just... never really had to worry about it, ever since he became a knight.
"That's incredibly fucked up, Ambrosius"
"I know ! I am well aware of how weird this must be for you, Bal. And I have absolutely no backup plan. My mom's confident that I'm winning, because Goldenloins never lose, but I'm not her! She can still beat me when we spar together, what am I going to do if someone else wins? Just... get married?"
Trying to come up with a solution, Ballister stutters and stammers his way through a sentence.
"You could, uh, get married and have a divorce, right?"
"No! Totally no! You don't get it! Whoever wins gets to ask whatever they want from my family, money, land, my hand- whatever, and then that's irrevocable!"
Stressed out, Ballister screechs. Of course he doesn't get it. No one ever bothered to explain this to him. He knew that parents could force their kids to marry (Captain Gloria once told him the story, very drunk and very mad at her departed dad) but not that a whole fucking event could be staged even if the family said no.
"It's not my fault I don't get it, you twat! Do you think the knigth training automatically gave me political marriage bullshit training, too? Well, no, it didn't! I'm so sorry for not knowing you weird ass nobility traditions, Ambrosius, I didn't realize I was supposed to!"
Getting up from the bed, mad at the world for being unfair and at himself for snapping, he runs his hands through his hair, with the impulse to simply rip it all off. It quickly gets replaced by guilt. Ambrosius has done nothing wrong, and here he is, being an asshole instead of helping.
"Amber... Shit, I'm sorry. This is just-"
Chuckling humorlessly, Ambrosius waves his hand in the air. He looks up at Ballister, and shakes his head.
"You're right. Sorry. I just forgot. I always do"
They already went through this, too. Ambrosius is good at keeping Ballister up to date, always happy to explain the situation, but sometimes things just... slip his mind. It isn't anyone's fault, but it's still annoying when it happens.
"Sorry, too. For calling you a twat"
Ballister leans down, tentatively. Ambrosius doesn't hesitate to lift himself up, and they share a quick kiss. All is forgiven.
"So... what now?"
Silently, they both try their best to think. Ballister's mind is blank, just screaming at him to get a sword and go decapitate however wrote the fuckin rules. He ignores that voice, per usual. The fucker's probably dead, by now, anyway.
Ambrosius is the one who gasps, and smiles all of the sudden, so bright that the sun should be jealous. He bounces on the bed a couple of times, clapping to get his boyfriend's attention.
"We're both idiots!"
Ballister frowns, confused. An awkward smile is all he can offer Ambrosius, wondering if his man finally went crazy.
"I see no correlation between our supposed idiocy and the problem at hand, Amber."
"Come on, Bal! This is easy. I have the best plan" he giggles, like a kid that just got a new toy. Ballister can tell that this plan probably will suck and get them in more danger than necessary. And he's so on board. Always on board, when it comes to Ambrosius.
"Which is?"
"You!" Exclaims Ambrosius, rolling his eyes. "You're my plan"
"Excuse me?"
"You're going to compete and win, Bal"
Perhaps he never should've become a knight, that way he never would've fallen in love with this absolute trainwreck of a man. Is it too late to go back to being a random kid and forget about all this? Probably.
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dumblr-account · 7 months
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Okay, how is Whispangle not canon already?
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that one scene in a nutshell
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