THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT AT FANART-

THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT AT FANART-

The Gift of Life

“Fire” Red was made by the amazingly creative @creatively-cosmic, please go check them out.

The little ghost dude/hand in the bottom is my own Original Character named Aster. (Who may or may not be drawn in full someday, I don’t know.)

Other Versions of the Art below the cut.

SURPRISE ITS ANOTHER DRAWING-

Silent Orders

(Inspired by a drawing made by Clover_Noir on twitter of the same name. It gave me Fire vibes for some reason-)

Fire is made by @creatively-cosmic for their story, Missing Numbers. They have an ask blog called @themissingnumbers, so please go check them out if anybody sees this.

Extras are below the cut.

I don’t do backgrounds like this often. It’s not very good, but I’m still proud of this one :)

I’m looking very respectfully-

farewell to everything that you think or say,

you were tailor-made to be enslaved

pulled away by the fakers behind your screen,

feel your heart begin to beat so loudly as you break before me

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

With Carmine's piece done, the Trio of Perdition Demo has complete

B:0 <— shocked guy with his glasses raised

POSTGAME

Red has won the championship. A prequel of sorts to the greater story of Missing Numbers. Told from Blue's POV.

CW: Suicidal ideation.

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Before he got any closer, I made a grand effort to compose myself, puffing my chest out and shutting my eyes in what I hoped looked like a cocky expression, rather than me holding back tears.

“Well, I THOUGHT I hadn’t made any mistakes raising my Pokemon. But darn, I guess you’re the new Pokemon League Champion…”

I sneered at him, “Although I don’t like to admit it.”

I stuck my hand out, offering a shake as if to officiate yep, you did it, you’re better than me, good job in the way that I’d seen grown-ups do on TV. He just stared at it, still looking like someone had died, not like he’d just done the greatest achievement any Pokemon trainer could ever hope to do?

What an idiot. I couldn’t understand why he cared so much. It wasn’t like HE was hurt by any of this. He should be ECSTATIC. 

He opened his mouth, as if somehow this warranted him using his words. Before he could, though…

The door opened behind him.

If my stomach had already dropped, well. Now it was digging itself a grave.

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Postgame