Snagged from Emerson Lake and Palmer Appreciation Group on FB. Thank to Andrew Green.
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"For the next few minutes of our lives, you will not address me as father. I will not address you as my son.
We are nothing but rivals, stone hearted and cold.
These masks we wear will obscure our faces so that no bias corrupts our hearts.
That is how we will fight in the most fairest and honest fashion
to crown the next champion.
But no matter the outcome of this battle,
know that I will always be proud of you.
My son."
(aka the moment when AU N challenges his father for the position of Champion, and the creative liberties they take to prevent bias in the fight.)
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hiiiiii hellooooo sorry not sorry for being Dead for so long here's my yearly art post. throws it at yall like pigeon feed
somehow drawn on roblox, took 5h & 40m
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I wanna change my pfp what shld my new pfp b guys 😕😕
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Drabble 159/366 - Pokemon
You thought he was older than you.
And he is, but when you look up at him, you realize he has more inches on you than years (and you’ve always been short, even next to Bianca.)
His voice fooled you, too, so full of conviction in his ideals while you stammered through your own truths.
N’s eyes are wounded now, used and thrown away. A champion’s mercy won’t soften the blows.
You interrupt his goodbyes, take his hands.
“I’m coming with you,” you say.
N doesn’t know how to respond, but Zekrom does, bowing to let you on its back.
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