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i can proudly say i was a john walker fan before this movie dropped btw i get bragging rights about him

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Can we remake the ultimate spiderman show? Cuz that team has SO much potential and I think if someone rebooted it and gave it more 'modern' humor it could be as big as a need it to please I think about them way too fucking much

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Yes I'm a huge nimona fan as you can tell.

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Should I revive billy

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Injustice cannon divergence where barry joins batman after Clark kills shazam.

Lots of Barry whump and description of panic attacks beware. The first chap super whumpy, the second, the world's reaction to Flash being back.

Summary:

He remembered the day he’d made the choice to leave Superman’s side. It hadn’t been an easy decision—nothing ever was when it came to Clark. The man was more than a leader; he was a symbol of hope and justice… or at least he had been before things went so terribly wrong. Before the world fell apart, and Superman’s justice became ruthless order at the cost of human lives.

So, he’d run. He’d run fast and far, not knowing where he was going until he found himself standing at the outskirts of Gotham, shivering under the cold, unyielding gaze of Batman.

Barry hadn’t expected a warm welcome—he wasn’t stupid. He knew he’d be met with suspicion, maybe even hostility. After all, he’d been one of them. One of the soldiers who carried out Superman’s decrees without question. But Bruce had listened. He’d let Barry talk—more than he’d expected. He’d stood there, silent and unreadable, as Barry spilled his guilt, his shame, his confusion.

Batman accepted him into his ranks and now he gets to deal with all his problems alone because everyone just glares at him in distain. hes sure he can handle it... totally. he can handle just being the flash, who needs barry allen?

Current chap 2/3

Link to the fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59236486/chapters/151059904

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old doodles of barry being tired and grumpy i found today

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YOU’RE NOT DEAD YET YOU’RE NOT DEAD YET GET THE FUCK UP YOU’RE NOT DEAD YET IT ISN’T FUCKING OVER DRAG YOUR CORPSE KICKING AND SCREAMING INTO TOMORROW ONE DAY YOU WILL STOP SURVIVING AND START LIVING YOU ARE NOT FUCKING DEAD YET.

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mkx johnshi maybe?

mrow

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One reason why I love Hurt Johnny fics either physical or mental, is because it’s never brought up on the game. Like Johnny was cut by Mileena, almost got his face eaten by Mileena. Sees Kenshi get blinded and sprayed with his blood (Kung Lao as saw this & also traumatized). Got smacked in the face which knocked him out and would have left a large bruise and most likely a concussion. He was also shoved into a cage and electrocuted, which I think a lot of people forget.

Johnny was traumatized just as much as everyone else but they don’t talk about it.

He appears in the story to care and worry about the others (mostly Kenshi) which could be out of guilt of Kenshi saving him or not wanting to show his own pain and weakness. Johnny is always making jokes or references or complimenting the others so they won’t focus on him.

So every time I see a hurt Johnny fic, I eat that shit up.

+ my very bad screen caps

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Goth GF: Obtained

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the difference between comic and movie ambrosius is SO funny to me

comic ambrosius: where are u going u have to homoerotically FIGHT me bc im ur NEMESIS ™ thats how it WORKS >:(

movie ambrosius: lowers his weapon and lets the villains he’s been LEADING the search for get away in a stolen car bc bal turned around and gave him the puppy dog eyes

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Same energy

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would you hurt an INFANT

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"You can tell that there was a wealth of love that went into making this film so I hope people can take just a little bit of that love out with them." - Eugene Lee Yang | Go Behind The Animation for Nimona

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I've only seen gifs of nimona so far BUT dear jod, they've woobified that man (ballister blackheart)

look at him. they've chucked him in the worsh and run it on power blast. they've caused a worldwide poor little meow meow shortage (used it all up on him). just look at those big soggy eyes. SUCH a scrungly scrimblo blorbo. I want to wad him up like a wet paper towel.

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Okay, so @nyctophiliac-writer and this post inspired me and I wrote a lil tiny self indulgent drabble. Enjoy!

XXX

There was a part of Ballister Boldheart that knew something like this could happen. After all, people are people. People can be angry, and afraid (especially where new or different things are concerned), and that can make them dangerous. Since being reunited with Ambrosius, and since Nimona’s return, he’d been looking at the world through rose-colored lenses.

Not anymore. 

Once a villain, always a villain. That’s what the knight had said after firing the bolt into Ballister’s shoulder and leaving him to bleed alone.

He’s on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he takes shallow, measured breaths to avoid jostling the arrow. Nimona is out exploring, for which Ballister is immensely grateful. He doesn’t know what would have happened if she had been here when that man showed up. What matters is that she’s safe. He doesn’t want to lose her again. 

A nasty shock of pain pulls his attention away from thoughts of the shape-shifter. His shoulder hurts, and the little patch of warmth surrounding the arrow is growing at a slow but steady rate. The string lights above him begin to blur and he’s hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. He closes his eyes as the world seems to tilt and pitch beneath him, swallowing back the nausea that rises in his throat. Only problem is, now that his eyes are closed, he really doesn’t want to open them again. 

He thinks maybe that’s a bad thing. 

He hears the door open, and he manages to open his eyes a crack. There’s a flash of pink, and then his eyes slip shut again. 

~

He tries to hold onto wakefulness when it comes, but consciousness proves elusive, slipping from him no matter how tightly he grasps at it. He’s aware of strong arms gathering him up; Nimona’s voice urging him to hold on just a little longer; glimpses of a sunset; an out-of-focus face hovering above him as gentle hands touch his face, his chest, smooth his hair back from his forehead. 

“--get the arrow out,” he hears, and then, “Hang on, Bal.”

A memory crawls its way into his muddled brain, his own voice saying, “Most people scream at that part.”

Then the arrow is being yanked from him, and scream he does as everything goes bright white and then, finally, an oppressive and steady black. 

~

He wakes up with a gasp, sitting up and immediately regretting the action, his mechanical hand flying to his shoulder as his eyes screw shut in pain.

“Easy!” Ambrosius says. One hand cups around the back of Ballister’s head, the other pressing against his chest, easing him back against the pile of pillows behind him. “Easy, Bal. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Ballister opens his eyes to see Ambrosius staring at him, his face alert and pinched with concern. 

“I’m alright,” Ballister says, trying to smile despite the ache in his shoulder. “You don’t need to look so worried…” The events that had led him here suddenly come rushing back and he looks around sharply. “Where’s Nimona?”

Nimona materializes beside him, her eyes big and round. “Here, boss.” 

“You saved me,” Ballister says. 

“Your nemesis did all the work,” Nimona says, narrowing her eyes at Ambrosius, who makes a face at her. She responds by sticking her tongue out at him. 

“Well, thank you,” Ballister says. “Both of you.”

“You should rest,” Ambrosius says, brushing his thumb across Ballister’s cheekbone. Ballister leans his head forward, pressing into the other man’s touch. 

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t smother you in your sleep,” Nimona says loudly, and Ambrosius rolls his eyes. Ballister smiles, for real this time, and lets his eyes close. 

“Behave, you two,” he murmurs.

He falls asleep to the sounds of quiet bickering. 

He couldn’t be happier.

~