在万圣节的夜晚，月亮高高挂在天空，一只调皮的小幽灵宝可梦戴上了巫师帽，悄悄从古堡里跑了出来。它抱着自己最喜欢的南瓜灯，在森林和墓地之间穿梭，想看看今晚有没有人和它一起庆祝节日。
虽然它总是露出坏坏的笑容，看起来有点吓人，但其实它并不想伤害别人。每当有迷路的小宝可梦在黑夜里害怕时，它就会举起发光的南瓜灯，为大家照亮回家的路。蝙蝠在它身边飞舞，月光洒在地面上，这个万圣夜也因此变得神秘又温暖。
所以，对很多宝可梦来说，它不是可怕的幽灵，而是万圣节夜里最特别的朋友。
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虽然它总是露出坏坏的笑容，看起来有点吓人，但其实它并不想伤害别人。每当有迷路的小宝可梦在黑夜里害怕时，它就会举起发光的南瓜灯，为大家照亮回家的路。蝙蝠在它身边飞舞，月光洒在地面上，这个万圣夜也因此变得神秘又温暖。
所以，对很多宝可梦来说，它不是可怕的幽灵，而是万圣节夜里最特别的朋友。
在万圣节的夜晚，月亮高高挂在天空，一只调皮的小幽灵宝可梦戴上了巫师帽，悄悄从古堡里跑了出来。它抱着自己最喜欢的南瓜灯，在森林和墓地之间穿梭，想看看今晚有没有人和它一起庆祝节日。Halloween Art Competition 2026: Create & Win an Exclusive Halloween Typhlosion!
Greetings, Trainers!
Our Halloween Art Competition returns for 2026! Last year’s entries were full of imaginative designs and spooky stories, and we’re looking forward to seeing what you create this time. Get your art supplies ready and give your favourite Pokémon a Halloween transformation!
The Task:
Design your own Halloween form of a Pokémon and bring it to life in a hand-drawn, coloured artwork on paper. Give it a short backstory to tell us what makes your creation special.
Guidelines:
- Draw and colour your entry by hand on paper. Digital artwork, printed outlines and digital colouring are not allowed.
- Write your in-game username clearly at the bottom of the paper.
- Post a clear photograph of your completed drawing as a reply to this thread.
- Include a short backstory or “lore” about your Pokémon. How did it take this form? What unusual powers or traits does it have?
- Submit one entry per person, including across alternate accounts. You may include more than one Pokémon in your drawing.
- AI use is not allowed in any part of your entry. This includes generating concepts, reference images or outlines, colouring or altering the artwork, and writing or rewriting the lore. Drawing an AI-generated design on paper does not make it an eligible entry.
- Both the artwork and story must be your own. No tracing, copied designs, commissions or work made by someone else. You may use official Pokémon images as a reference, but create your own Halloween design.
- Create a new piece for this year’s competition. Entries from previous events cannot be reused.
- You may crop, rotate or make basic lighting corrections to your submission photo. Filters and retouching that change the artwork are not allowed.
- Keep your entry suitable for the community. Spooky designs are welcome, but graphic gore, sexual content and hateful imagery are not.
Progress Videos & Verification:
Please record short videos at different stages of your drawing: during the sketch, while colouring and as you add the finishing touches. Show your hand actively working on the original paper, with your in-game username visible.
You do not need to film the entire process, show your face or include audio. There is also no need to upload these videos with your entry.
Staff may request your progress videos privately to verify your work. Keep the original clips and your drawing until rewards have been distributed. A video showing only the finished artwork, or a slideshow of photos, is not enough to demonstrate how it was made.
Entries that do not follow the rules, or cannot be verified when requested, may be disqualified and will then be ineligible for prizes and participation rewards.
Deadline:
15th of November 2026
We’ll be looking at originality, creativity, artistic skill and how well your lore brings the Halloween design to life.
Prizes:
Win an exclusive Halloween Typhlosion!
The top three entries will also receive a Pokémon dialog style.
Additionally, all participants with a valid entry will receive the Rainbow Wisp Mount as a reward for their creative contribution!
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To enter, share your finished artwork and its story in this thread. Artists of every experience level are welcome, and we’re looking forward to meeting your Halloween Pokémon!
Good luck, Trainers!
虽然它总是露出坏坏的笑容，看起来有点吓人，但其实它并不想伤害别人。每当有迷路的小宝可梦在黑夜里害怕时，它就会举起发光的南瓜灯，为大家照亮回家的路。蝙蝠在它身边飞舞，月光洒在地面上，这个万圣夜也因此变得神秘又温暖。
所以，对很多宝可梦来说，它不是可怕的幽灵，而是万圣节夜里最特别的朋友。
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Halloween is here. Pikachu puts on his little wizard hat and sits on a round pumpkin. The evening breeze blows gently. He flicks his lightning-shaped tail. He made a plan with Ash to go trick-or-treating. He gazes quietly toward the road, waiting patiently for Ash to come pick him up.万圣节到了。皮卡丘戴上小巫师帽，坐在一个圆圆的南瓜上。晚风轻轻吹拂，他甩动着闪电形状的尾巴。他和小智商量好要去讨糖。他静静地望着道路，耐心地等待小智来接他。
As the night softens, faint Halloween mist drifts through the woods, and the warm glow of the jack-o'-lantern wraps around Pikachu. On this magical night, something wonderful happens!夜色渐浓，淡淡的万圣节薄雾在树林中飘荡，南瓜灯温暖的光芒笼罩着皮卡丘。在这充满魔力的夜晚，一件奇妙的事情发生了！
The magic of the deep night blends with Pikachu’s electric power, and he unexpectedly unlocks a special ability: ghost lightning. The original bright golden electricity turns into hazy, translucent purple ghostly sparks coiling around his tail, gentle yet mysterious.深夜的魔力与皮卡丘的电能交融，他意外地激活了一项特殊能力：幽灵闪电。原本明亮的金色电流化作朦胧透明的紫色幽灵火花，缠绕在它的尾巴周围，柔和而神秘。
This unique ghost power is amazing. It lets Pikachu float lightly, slipping quietly through trees and fences in the dark. It can chase away mischievous little shadow sprites in the darkness, without being scary at all. When he swings his tail softly, the purple ghostly sparks scatter into tiny lights all along the path.这种独特的幽灵力量令人惊叹。它能让皮卡丘轻盈地漂浮，悄无声息地穿过黑暗中的树木和围栏。在黑暗中，它能驱赶调皮的小影子精灵，却完全不会让人感到害怕。当它轻轻摆动尾巴时，紫色的幽灵火花会沿着路径散开成无数微小的光点。
As the night softens, faint Halloween mist drifts through the woods, and the warm glow of the jack-o'-lantern wraps around Pikachu. On this magical night, something wonderful happens!夜色渐浓，淡淡的万圣节薄雾在树林中飘荡，南瓜灯温暖的光芒笼罩着皮卡丘。在这充满魔力的夜晚，一件奇妙的事情发生了！
The magic of the deep night blends with Pikachu’s electric power, and he unexpectedly unlocks a special ability: ghost lightning. The original bright golden electricity turns into hazy, translucent purple ghostly sparks coiling around his tail, gentle yet mysterious.深夜的魔力与皮卡丘的电能交融，他意外地激活了一项特殊能力：幽灵闪电。原本明亮的金色电流化作朦胧透明的紫色幽灵火花，缠绕在它的尾巴周围，柔和而神秘。
This unique ghost power is amazing. It lets Pikachu float lightly, slipping quietly through trees and fences in the dark. It can chase away mischievous little shadow sprites in the darkness, without being scary at all. When he swings his tail softly, the purple ghostly sparks scatter into tiny lights all along the path.这种独特的幽灵力量令人惊叹。它能让皮卡丘轻盈地漂浮，悄无声息地穿过黑暗中的树木和围栏。在黑暗中，它能驱赶调皮的小影子精灵，却完全不会让人感到害怕。当它轻轻摆动尾巴时，紫色的幽灵火花会沿着路径散开成无数微小的光点。
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When a scarlet root fossil was found inside the volcano of the Cinabar island, scientists believed it was just a pigmentation, but it was enough to bring it to life that they realized they had found something rare. A Cradily, half-bone half-ghost, appears on Halloween 2026 in PBO, with a high-temperature body and a specific ability, absorbing flames instead of water, increasing its strength and protecting its weakness.
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On this special holiday, people were busy carving large pumpkins, when Electrode sneakily slipped inside. Its excess electrical energy scorched the upper half of the pumpkin, forming a blackened shell. Then, colliding with the residual Ghost-type soul energy left by Pumpkaboo, it lit up the carved holes and gave off an eerie yellow will-o'-the-wisp glow.
Halloween’s Lone Edge: Armored Saviour
The Halloween night wind swirled thick black mist, swallowing the entire Realm of Blades.
Once an orderly city gleaming with steel light, the metropolis now lay deathly quiet. Faded jack‑o’‑lanterns hung along every street; their flames had long been snuffed out by darkness. Broken lantern frames swayed gently in the wind, as if mourning silently. Wandering phantoms nested between buildings, and a frigid curse seeped into every inch of land, dragging all living things into endless fear and slumber. The once prosperous kingdom had become nothing but a prison bound by Halloween’s night.
Only one lonely guardian remained across this land — Bisharp.
Clad in cold steel plating that glowed with dull silver, the sharp blades upon its shoulders and arms stayed keen, though weathered by endless nights. A blade knight who once commanded hordes of Pawniard and seen countless battles, it possessed a steady, unyielding heart, never cowering before pressure or retreating easily. Yet now the empty city was terrifyingly still. All its former followers had fallen to the shadow, its people trapped in eternal sleep. In this vast kingdom, it stood alone: a fortress of steel, wrapped in solitude.
The curse originated from the Halloween Shadow Lord, dwelling within the royal belfry. Every midnight on Halloween, this ultimate dark power awoke. It fed on fear, locked the realm in stillness, and slowly stripped every creature of courage and vitality. Day after day, the black mist eroded the city, turning the land barren. If the curse were not broken before dawn, the Realm of Blades would plunge into everlasting darkness, never to see sunlight again.
For countless days and nights, Bisharp guarded the empty city by itself. No cheers, no reinforcements — only howling gales, flickering wraiths, and a steel blade that would never bend. Its resolve was firm as bedrock. Even as the shadow poured forth crushing pressure and wove mists of cowardice, it remained unshaken, its spirit clear and steady.
The midnight bell boomed, marking the darkest hour of the Halloween night.
The Shadow Lord descended, wrapped in billowing black fog. Sinister specters coiled around Bisharp, sapping its strength layer by layer, striving to break the last rebel. Its powers were suppressed, its strength drained, and piercing cold seeped deep into its armor — yet not a flicker of hesitation showed in Bisharp’s gaze.
Its Defiant spirit ignited to its fullest!
The harder it was struck and weakened, the hotter its battle fury burned. Its suppressed strength surged back, and its dormant steel blades burst forth with light sharp enough to cut through the night. Planting its feet firmly in the shattered royal plaza, it radiated an imposing aura. The weight of a true champion spread through the darkness, making the roaming phantoms freeze and shrink away.
With no comrades beside it, no crowd cheering it on, Bisharp charged alone.
Its steel cleavers sliced through the dense black mist. Every strike carried the resolve of one who had burned all bridges for victory. Sharp lunges shattered barrier after barrier of shadow, while its tough armor withstood every wicked hex. It wove through streets teeming with ghosts, cutting through gloom and tearing apart fog, advancing step by step toward the shadow core atop the belfry.
Pale, frigid Halloween moonlight fell upon its upright figure as it fought alone. The clang of steel against shadow was the only battle hymn in this dead city. This lonely knight bore the vitality and hope of an entire realm upon its shoulders.
The final battle erupted at the belfry’s summit.
The Shadow Lord unleashed every ounce of its dark power, surging forward like a tidal wave of black fog, intent on snuffing out this last spark of light. Bisharp drew in its breath, focusing its mind to the utmost, gathering every spark of fighting will into its blades. Silver light exploded, rending the night like thunder — a resolute Iron Head, fueled by unwavering faith in victory, smashed straight into the shadow core. A swift Night Slash followed, putting an end to the century‑old Halloween curse.
In an instant, the black mist scattered.
The forgotten jack‑o’‑lanterns lit up once more with warm golden flames. Gentle lantern light spilled across streets and alleys, chasing away the cold and hush. Slumbering beings stirred awake, barren land bloomed with life again, and a soft, warm breeze swept through the city. After so long in silence, the kingdom once more heard the wind, and the quiet whispers of living things.
Pale dawn broke. The long Halloween night came to an end, and darkness faded completely.
The whole land revived, its people rejoicing. All sang praises for the hero who had saved their world. But once the smoke cleared and day arrived, the armored lone blade was nowhere to be found amid the cheering crowds.
Bisharp stood quietly on a mountain ridge outside the city. Scars scored its steel plating, medals earned through solitary salvation.
It had saved the realm and banished endless darkness, yet its loneliness stayed with it. It wanted no flowers, no songs of praise, no remembrance from the world. As a knight of steel, protection and vigilance were simply its nature.
Autumn wind brushed its sharp blades, carrying away the last chill of the night.
On this single Halloween night, a lone blade split the dark, and one soul saved a nation.
From then on, a legend spread across the Realm of Blades: every Halloween, when jack‑o’‑lanterns light up one by one, a silent steel knight stands atop the mountain. It watches over peaceful lands and quiet homes, guarding year after year with its solitary courage, keeping peace and light alive through every season.
The Halloween night wind swirled thick black mist, swallowing the entire Realm of Blades.
Once an orderly city gleaming with steel light, the metropolis now lay deathly quiet. Faded jack‑o’‑lanterns hung along every street; their flames had long been snuffed out by darkness. Broken lantern frames swayed gently in the wind, as if mourning silently. Wandering phantoms nested between buildings, and a frigid curse seeped into every inch of land, dragging all living things into endless fear and slumber. The once prosperous kingdom had become nothing but a prison bound by Halloween’s night.
Only one lonely guardian remained across this land — Bisharp.
Clad in cold steel plating that glowed with dull silver, the sharp blades upon its shoulders and arms stayed keen, though weathered by endless nights. A blade knight who once commanded hordes of Pawniard and seen countless battles, it possessed a steady, unyielding heart, never cowering before pressure or retreating easily. Yet now the empty city was terrifyingly still. All its former followers had fallen to the shadow, its people trapped in eternal sleep. In this vast kingdom, it stood alone: a fortress of steel, wrapped in solitude.
The curse originated from the Halloween Shadow Lord, dwelling within the royal belfry. Every midnight on Halloween, this ultimate dark power awoke. It fed on fear, locked the realm in stillness, and slowly stripped every creature of courage and vitality. Day after day, the black mist eroded the city, turning the land barren. If the curse were not broken before dawn, the Realm of Blades would plunge into everlasting darkness, never to see sunlight again.
For countless days and nights, Bisharp guarded the empty city by itself. No cheers, no reinforcements — only howling gales, flickering wraiths, and a steel blade that would never bend. Its resolve was firm as bedrock. Even as the shadow poured forth crushing pressure and wove mists of cowardice, it remained unshaken, its spirit clear and steady.
The midnight bell boomed, marking the darkest hour of the Halloween night.
The Shadow Lord descended, wrapped in billowing black fog. Sinister specters coiled around Bisharp, sapping its strength layer by layer, striving to break the last rebel. Its powers were suppressed, its strength drained, and piercing cold seeped deep into its armor — yet not a flicker of hesitation showed in Bisharp’s gaze.
Its Defiant spirit ignited to its fullest!
The harder it was struck and weakened, the hotter its battle fury burned. Its suppressed strength surged back, and its dormant steel blades burst forth with light sharp enough to cut through the night. Planting its feet firmly in the shattered royal plaza, it radiated an imposing aura. The weight of a true champion spread through the darkness, making the roaming phantoms freeze and shrink away.
With no comrades beside it, no crowd cheering it on, Bisharp charged alone.
Its steel cleavers sliced through the dense black mist. Every strike carried the resolve of one who had burned all bridges for victory. Sharp lunges shattered barrier after barrier of shadow, while its tough armor withstood every wicked hex. It wove through streets teeming with ghosts, cutting through gloom and tearing apart fog, advancing step by step toward the shadow core atop the belfry.
Pale, frigid Halloween moonlight fell upon its upright figure as it fought alone. The clang of steel against shadow was the only battle hymn in this dead city. This lonely knight bore the vitality and hope of an entire realm upon its shoulders.
The final battle erupted at the belfry’s summit.
The Shadow Lord unleashed every ounce of its dark power, surging forward like a tidal wave of black fog, intent on snuffing out this last spark of light. Bisharp drew in its breath, focusing its mind to the utmost, gathering every spark of fighting will into its blades. Silver light exploded, rending the night like thunder — a resolute Iron Head, fueled by unwavering faith in victory, smashed straight into the shadow core. A swift Night Slash followed, putting an end to the century‑old Halloween curse.
In an instant, the black mist scattered.
The forgotten jack‑o’‑lanterns lit up once more with warm golden flames. Gentle lantern light spilled across streets and alleys, chasing away the cold and hush. Slumbering beings stirred awake, barren land bloomed with life again, and a soft, warm breeze swept through the city. After so long in silence, the kingdom once more heard the wind, and the quiet whispers of living things.
Pale dawn broke. The long Halloween night came to an end, and darkness faded completely.
The whole land revived, its people rejoicing. All sang praises for the hero who had saved their world. But once the smoke cleared and day arrived, the armored lone blade was nowhere to be found amid the cheering crowds.
Bisharp stood quietly on a mountain ridge outside the city. Scars scored its steel plating, medals earned through solitary salvation.
It had saved the realm and banished endless darkness, yet its loneliness stayed with it. It wanted no flowers, no songs of praise, no remembrance from the world. As a knight of steel, protection and vigilance were simply its nature.
Autumn wind brushed its sharp blades, carrying away the last chill of the night.
On this single Halloween night, a lone blade split the dark, and one soul saved a nation.
From then on, a legend spread across the Realm of Blades: every Halloween, when jack‑o’‑lanterns light up one by one, a silent steel knight stands atop the mountain. It watches over peaceful lands and quiet homes, guarding year after year with its solitary courage, keeping peace and light alive through every season.
