Pokémon Blaze Online's Halloween Art Contest 2026

[Pioneer]

Trapped within its stone ring, Spiritomb found an old jack-o'-lantern to rest upon on Halloween night.
It means no harm to anyone. It wanders quietly under the moonlight, hiding in shadows to startle passing travelers, savouring the mischievous joy unique to Halloween.

 

[ZhongGuoren1]

Kuisi Puppet (Ghost / Psychic)
Born from the lingering thoughts of the departed, this creature was once a discarded puppet-theater prop left in a graveyard. Five psychic-thread strands hang from the cross beam above its head, tethering its limbs and head.
The threads are manifestations of its psychic power. They can bind foes and muddle their minds. It lacks genuine emotions and only repeats movements from old puppet shows. Broken threads can regenerate slowly with psychic energy, yet it is vulnerable to overwhelming psychic shock.

 

[Blackthonq]

Long ago, Gimmighoul carried a single golden coin, preying only on the greed of passing travellers. But when it wandered into the mists of the Lost World, it quickly learned that gold held no value among the dead.Discarding its coin, it put on a tattered witch's hat and tiny bat wings, trading metal for a hollowed out pumpkin. Instead of wealth, it began collecting the fading souls of those who lost their way in the dark.The warm yellow glow spilling from the pumpkin's grinning face isn't candlelight it is the burning memories of the spirits trapped inside, slowly melting together.It stands along forgotten paths, pretending the heavy pumpkin is too much for its tiny arms to carry, waiting for a kind stranger to offer help.Whatever you do, don't reach out to take it. There is always room inside the lantern for one more soul.

 

[flydog]

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Hollows - corrupted, monstrous spirits, born from souls, that failed to pass on to Soul Society after death. In many cases said failure is deeply rooted in an unresolved conflict, keeping the soul from coming to rest. A conflict, such as the one Mimikyu knows all too well.
The hunger for love.
The awareness that no one will ever be capable of accepting you, for what you are.
The realization that your true self is so horrifying, people die at its sight.
That painful hopelessness.
That big, aching hole in the chest.
Oh what misery. Unbearable.
All that load,...that oppressive weight pushing you down by the minute, until you...succumb.
"Who would help you now? No one ever loved you, no one will come to your rescue. You're by yourself. All ALONE."
That voice, raspy yet screeching, repeats itself over and over in the depths of Mimikyu's heart, while he lies there in the grass, bleeding out after the sneaky attack of a Weavile.
"What a meaningless life...it seems... I wasn't good enough after all..."
A piercing pain radiates from Mimikyu's Chest. White veils pour out of his heart, leaving nothing but a festering void behind. The veils enclose his tiny limp body.
"Never...good enough....why...why? Did I not deserve to be loved...not even once? Why should they deserve happines...if all the ever gave me was...pain."
With that last thought, Mimikyu's mind fades, falling into a deep darkness, too far gone to ever reach again.
A strike of lightning blasts out of the little Pokemon, a deafening rumble follows, a light plume of smoke arises. As soon as it fades, the old Mimikyu is gone for good. In his place, a truly terrifying Hollow, thirsting for blood of those not deeming him worthy.
The blood of EVERYONE.