Has anyone else noticed the use of shadows and light in Nimona? Cause I find it really interesting how through most of the movie Ballister is stuck in the shadows while Ambrosius is always in the light.
For example:
It also draws parallels between Gloreth and Ambrosius as Gloreths statue is always bathed in lights, due to the fact we only ever see it at night (I think) surrounded by darkness.
I think it’s also interesting that once Ballister meets Nimona the contrast between shadows and light becomes even more pronounced, with the two of them living together in a darkened lair, sneaking around at night and rarely being seen in daylight. This contrasts Ambrosius who we never see without the spotlight shining on him.
This contrast becomes clearest in the “nacho” scene, when its glaringly obvious just how different the twos views on Nimona and the Institute are.
However, the motif is subverted after this when Ballister confronts Nimona on the statue of Gloreth. For the first time in the movie since the death of the queen he is in the spotlight, pulled from the shadows into the light.
This is especially beautiful as he pulls Nimona, a character who till this point had always been in the shadows, into the light with him. (There’s probably a metaphor for mental health, transness and queer identity in there but someone else can probably put that far more eloquently than me).
From this point onwards Ballister is never framed in shadows again, but more importantly, he is only framed in natural light, often with a warm tone contrasting the previous cool toned unnatural lighting (warm tones also being used in relation to Nimona):
While I think the meaning of all this could be debated my personal favourite interpretations of it are:
- the changes in lighting represent Ballister’s feelings towards himself through the film, specifically in relation to his relationship with Ambrosius (him being in shadows more after the queens death, seeing himself as inferior to Ambrosius, being in light as he is going through the “evil lair” showing his acceptance (?) of Nimona’s “passing” and his contribution to it).
- the way he is perceived by the in film audience viewing him (more shadows when he “kills” the queen, in light when he saves Nimona).
Anyway, feel free to add anything extra or any additional observations or anything I missed
(I have dyslexia so please don’t be to hard on any mistakes I’m really trying I promise)
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no need to respond to this, since you're not really in the fandom anymore but i was really wondering how your personality analysis for lily would be. from some of your (probably old) stuff i've seen your lily is soft(ish? she seemed soft to me) just like canon lily but she's not as plain and boring as canon lily. and i kinda just really like how you portrayed her and wanted to hear more about what you thought of her! ((again,, no need to respond!!! just curious.))
the first word that would come to one’s mind when thinking about lily is curious. she always sought to learn more, to be so very great, to be the best she could be.
the person she turned out to be (and implicitly, one of her biggest fears) was shaped by her childhood. the rejection she faced from petunia after finding out she was a witch made her look not to cross anyone, in order not to be left alone. however, her encounters with severus and finding out she was a muggleborn witch was considered a disadvantage for her, and therefore she started learning more about the wizarding world as soon as she had access to the information. her first source was severus snape, which is why she got so easily attached to her; not only was he one of the only friends she had (i consider cokeworth to have been a very small village, where everyone was always connected) and he understood her “strangeness”, but he was also the only person who could help her not be completely oblivious to the world she was about to be a part of.
when she first got to hogwarts, she was more focused on the academic, rather than the social aspect the school offered. she got along fairly well with her dormmates, but marlene and mary were always closer to each other than to her (due to the fact they were childhood friends, but also because lily was not particularly interested in making friends when she first came to hogwarts). she was considered a bit stuck-up by them, but the reality was that lily was truly driven and ambitious; if she wanted to do something in the wizarding world, she had to focus on being the greatest.
with time, her thirst for being the very best dimmed ever so slightly, due to the fact that she had already made a reputation among her professors. horace slughorn had taken a particular liking to her, and being invited to the slug club, despite the fact that she was a muggleborn and a gryffindor, which was not the general criteria one had to tick off to be a part of the exclusive club, was the last bit of validation that lily needed in order to believe of herself as successful.
during and after her fifth year, when she was announced prefect, she began to make a name of herself aside her academical achievements. she was pleasant to be around, communicative and one would consider her “one of the upperclassmen that got off their high horse to be around the lowerclassmen”, hypothetically speaking. a lot of people knew her name and liked her, but just about as many had the opposite opinion and, despite the fact that lily was slightly sensitive to criticism, she decided not to listen to them, because she knew what she was capable of and how much she worked to be the person she was.
lily was compassionate, warm-hearted, caring, kind and welcoming to everyone, as well as open-minded. she believes people deserve a second chance, a chance to redeem themselves and prove their real worth, rather than the apparent. despite the fact that she appears to be soft-cored (which she is, to an extent) she is fierce and not afraid to speak out her mind, even when other people think she is wrong. when people cross her, she can be quite ruthless, but she would never resort to physical aggression, opting for sword-like words.
her fatal flaw could be exactly the trust she puts in people, bordering on naivety and a tendency to end up hurt. not only that, but she tends to be judgy sometimes and to say what she believes on that topic, happening to upset people sometimes. she always apologises, though, whether or not it takes her a while or not (she can be quite prideful). she has a slight inferiority complex that, over the course of the years, she starts getting over.
however, she is very likeable, and people often come to her for advice, which she offers generously and, most of the time, she tries, objectively. people like being around her, and she likes being around people; her likeableness and sociability brought her far.
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"you're not my homeland anymore"
title from "exile"
Sneeg, Charlie, and Ranboo were exhausted.
None of them had slept in what must have been days. Even Ranboo had nodded off a few times, though they jolted awake every time they leaned against something because of the searing pain that would immediately engulf their senses.
Sneeg intentionally hadn't processed the escape yet, spending most of his time going between all three of their wounds left from their last show to make sure none of them would get infections.
To Charlie, though, every mile further away from Showfall was another mile between him and home. And what about Randy, what if there was still a way to save their dad and they'd lose it if they left his corpse in that building, he questioned in his mind, though he never would have said it out loud. Charlie knew he trusted Sneeg with his life. He always had. That couldn't change now, right? Not for anything-
"Time to go," Sneeg said out of nowhere, and Charlie jumped. He nodded at Sneeg before the older could say anything about it, though. Questioning averted. For now.
"For now" only lasted until Sneeg stopped a couple hours' drive later. Ranboo had finally fallen into a fitful sleep, carefully cushioned on the few ragged blankets Charlie had managed to find in the loft bed despite its being hardly a crawlspace big enough for him. Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.
"I can tell you're thinking about something," Sneeg said bluntly, forcing him into the present once more.
"No, I'm not, I'm just tired," Charlie said with more of a petulant tone in his voice than he'd meant. It wasn't entirely a lie, he supposed he could argue if Sneeg tried anything.
Sneeg shot him a look that made Charlie's resolution to keep that lie going dissolve entirely.
"Alright, fine, I'm just not- not great, man! Alright? Is that what you wanted to hear? I thought it would be fucking obvious-"
"Talk to me, then."
Charlie stopped in surprise, looking up at Sneeg. He paused for a moment.
"You know what? No. You already know what I mean."
"Do I?"
Charlie couldn't fathom why or how Sneeg appeared so calm. Why he was being so patient. Charlie was panicked and tired and he didn't even know where to start. He was scared for Ranboo, yes, but he wanted to go home. As selfish as that was, he wanted to go back. At least at Showfall, they could have gotten reset and none of the trio would be hurting anymore by now.
He realized he must have said something out loud, because Sneeg looked him in the eyes a second later.
"You know in the end, everything would just get worse. I know you do," Sneeg said. There was no emotion in his voice, but his eyes betrayed him to Charlie. Charlie, who had known those eyes longer than he'd known how to say his own name. Charlie who could have seen the faintest flicker in his brother's eyes and known when something was deeply wrong. Like it was now.
"You wanna go back, too," he spat at Sneeg. "Don't even lie to me."
Sneeg huffed. "So what if I do," he said defensively, looking away from Charlie.
The damage had already been done.
"Then why-" Charlie laughed, almost hysterically- "why are you upset at me for wanting to go back?"
"I know what this is about, okay? Showfall didn't love you, Charlie!" Sneeg interrupted him. "Sure, you were the favorite our entire fucking childhoods, but at what cost? Don't you realize what they did to you because of that, Charlie?!"
"Well, what do you know about what they did? Huh?" Charlie retorted, his tone biting. "They never loved you."
Silence fell over the dimly lit kitchen as though it were a graveyard.
"I shouldn't have said that," Charlie's voice finally said, sounding smaller than Sneeg had ever heard it.
"No, you're right," the older said, a fake smile plastered across his face as he looked up. "You're right. I know they didn't. That's why I carried my boyfriend's corpse around for who knows how many years. That's why they killed the only two people who ever fucking cared about me. That's why I was a fool for thinking you would be any different, then or now. That's why I tried to kill both of us, I thought it would change something."
Charlie did remember. He remembered the way Sneeg had loomed over him, knife in hand. He remembered the way he hadn't retaliated, partially because he knew the drones would save him before he fully died but partially too because he did feel guilt for Showfall's complete refusal to acknowledge Sneeg's existence. He remembered wondering if this could somehow atone for everything he'd ever done to Sneeg as white-hot pain shot like a firework through his small body. He remembered the look of instant regret on his brother's face as he backed away in terror. The drones had gotten him a moment later, just before Charlie's vision and any further memory of the event faded out.
Charlie sucked in a breath, swallowing thickly as though that would make the memory leave. "Sneeg, I- I'm sorry-"
" 'Sorry' won't bring Randy back, Charlie," Sneeg blurted out. 'Sorry' doesn't fix over ten years of being abandoned by your own brother."
"I know, I- I know," Charlie managed out. He didn't know what else to say, though he knew it was the wrong thing before it even left his mouth.
Sneeg seemed to recognize that in Charlie's expression, and he finally looked down in defeat.
"Charlie, I'm tired," he finally admitted.
Charlie was already hugging him by the time he closed his eyes to take a breath.
"I hate you," he told Charlie, wrapping his arms around him. A chuckle interrupted Charlie's sobs for a few seconds because here, at the end, they both knew he didn't mean it.
Finally, Charlie pulled away. "Ranboo could- could probably use some company," he pointed out, wiping his eyes. "Why don't you go lay down for a bit. At least try and rest."
"You too," Sneeg insisted. "They- they won't find us out here," he said softly.
The younger nodded, knowing without looking that Sneeg needed the company too. Whether to be sure Charlie wouldn't leave or otherwise, he was too tired to decipher.
Still, Charlie figured, wherever Sneeg was was where Charlie himself was meant to be, for good or bad.
And if Sneeg meant to find a way to live without Showfall, who was he to refuse him that after everything?
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