#abandoned loneliness

[askthefandomversepokepastas]

Hello and Welcome!!

Hi! Welcome to the Official Ask The Ghost Types ask blog! Feel free to ask any questions to these dead people, as much as they would loved to answer your questions, they'd like to see what you'll come up with!

A frequent question you may ask, who are the Ghost Types?:

To answer that, The Ghost Types are a group of Pokemon Trainers that are related to popular Pokepastas!

Blake and Mt. Red - Easter Egg: Snow on Mt. Silver Silv - Lost Silver Steven - Strangled Red Marigold - A fanmade character made by @orofunny Sorrow - Abandoned By Loneliness Mini and Dexter - Minus Versions of LS and SoMS by Starryidol Echo - Journey's End Blue - Blue Tears Dawn - Memory Platinum Glitch - Glitchy Red Calem - Vegetable Mareep Sullivan - Blake's little brother Jax - One of Blake's Best Friend

You have free will to ask them anything you want! New characters will appear in future posts, and will be in the remaining time for this blog! Thank you, and have a great one!

Have fun with this guys!

[dailypokepastadoodles]

Can u Draw (FNF) Lost Silver Gold meets Abandon Lonliness Leaf with The Strangled Red comic?

i really don’t understand but here you go

[askthepokepastas]

Heyyy so may I know what are your personal gender/pronoun/sexuality headcanons are and may I know your different ships? Sorry if that sounds weird.

You just made my fuckin’ night better my amazing best friend. Thank you so much.

Strangled prefers He/Him but doesn’t mind they. For gender, he’s a trans man. And for sexuality, he’s Pansexual.

Black uses He/Him only. He, sadly, believes that there’s only two genders. And he’s a straight man..

Glitch uses all pronouns. She’s definitely Genderfluid. And She’s bisexual.

B. T uses It/It’s, and sometimes neo. “Gender is, at this point, an option. And I’m gonna avoid it”. It’ a aroace asshole who hates everybody equally.

Silver uses They/Them, and sometimes neo as well. They’re a non-binary with no self dignity. They don’t have a label (Unlabeled), that’s Glitch’s fault. /j

Lonely uses It/It’s only. It’s confused with its gender at the moment, as it feels a lot of things. It’s also confused about its sexuality.

Mike (Strangleds Beother) uses He/Him and only he. He’s a cis male. But is a gay man.

The only planned ships here for now are Glitchy x Silver,, sadly D:

[mymainwastoocluttered]

If some other magicless person got stuck in Twisted Wonderland and tried to take my place, I'd simply let them. Yeah, bitch, now you take care of these motherfuckers and deal with Crowley's bullshit, see if I fuckin care. Have fun babysitting a bunch of sunovabitches who barely even remember you exist half the time.

I love the angst of "they pushed the Prefect away and replaced them only to miss them when they finally leave", but, also, if I were Yuu, I'd absolutely just let it happen. Call me a pushover, but I ain't shedding a tear for friends who left for the newest shiny thing. And it would relieve me from all the trouble. Guess who's not fighting Overblots anymore? This bastard, that's who.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Didn't make anything for Valentine's Day but remembered that I had yet to post my piece for the Danganronpa Rare Pair zine. So happy v-day to all the Oumaeda shippers out there💜💚

[invalid-request]

My toxic trait is how I feel rejected if someone I'm close to even talks to someone else. Because I know that no one ever chooses me when they have another option.

[wolfsnake]

I think one of the interesting thing about junpei in ztd is that he's mad and bitter and direct all of that towards akane and you think thats fair bc. The whole death game thing, even if her reason was comprehensible, a grudge would be understandable.

But see the thing is. Hes not mad about the death game. Hes made she LEFT after the death game. He's mad that he had to run trying to find her. He went through hell since then and he does not blame the death game. But he was here for her and helped her escape hell and did not hesitate once about his choice. And if he could be here for her in her hell. Why wasn't she here when he went through his own? The nonary game was fine because she was here. But the year afterward he had to go through hell and she was not here anymore. He had been abandoned. Of course he's angry. Of course he's bitter.

[minecraftfan11onscratch]

I might've spent a while making a lot of KOSATSU AU art I didn’t share yet,

and this might be my first big sprite edit in a long while, along with the one I’m most proud of yet...

So yeah! (I got the sprites from the OMORI Wiki)

[dailypokepastadoodles]

Do Draw Abandon Lonliness Leaf, SHE WAS A GHOST

okay

[askthepokepastas]

Hiiii. I’m doing this for shits and giggles.

Basically, just ask me shit with PokéPastas and I’ll draw like I have confidence in life. Even though I have no clue of how poses and body shapes work. Or I’ll just write responses if I’m too unmotivated. But eh.

I don’t mind asks for HC’s. Idk. I just really want people to know there are more gay nerds then they think.

You can ask characters like Lost Silver, Glitchy Red, Strangled Red, Mike, Pokémon Black, Blues Tears, and Abandoned Loneliness-Trainer.

I do have a completely different AU, different character designs, and HeadCanons then the original source, so please be wary of that.

I do have rules though.

- Though a couple characters DO have an aged up soul, the bodies they posses are still under 18+. Even if that’s not the case, NSFW is just. Bleh. Also because I’m under 18 and that would be weird. Though, there will be some nsfw jokes. Cause. Mentally ill teenagers that use humor to cope. And a hippie (Strangled).

- Mentions of the GamingPasta group, and the CreepyPasta group as a whole will be there. But this is a blog specifically for asks towards my AU of the PokePasta characters. So, please don’t ask for anybody that isn’t a horror story of a Pokémon game.

- There are going to be some topics that are very discomforting and triggering to those. I’m going to add a trigger warning every single time, if there’s one I need to add tell me. Even if it’s ‘dumb’. I want you to feel comfortable on my blog.

I think that’s it.

[benhasdrowned]

Benhasdrowned HC #2:

BEN doesn’t recognize his feelings for others and can sometimes disassociate when they become too intense or he’s on the spot in regards to his feelings.

[ell-arts]

Legacy

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We were supposed to make history

Our family was meant to set people free

And triumph to be our legacy

So why did you leave me?

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[invalid-request]

cuz I know somewhere down the line I'm just gonna have that "Wtf? I thought we were friends?" moment

so why even try with anyone

[bylertruther]

"They can't help you, Max. There's a reason you hide from them. You belong here, with me." and in season five when henry tells will something similar because he knows will's gay and he knows just how much he's been bullied and alienated for it and he's trying to convince will that this world will never make room for him the same way that it never made room for him and that eventually he's going to have to "grow up" (cue rain fight flashbacks) and play his role in society's petty and dreadful little play but... he won't have to do that if he joins him bc then he'd finally be "free from his prison" and be the wizard he was always meant to be etc etc. will the wise who is good at hiding, whose top tier ability to run away and hide was literally what saved his life now having to learn to open up if he wants to truly live and defeat evil once and for all and and and—

[sparxwrites]

“You left me,” says Scar, when he finds Grian on top of one of his wagons at several hours past midnight, a week after they– well. A week after. None of them have talked about it enough to give it a name, but it hangs in the air between them. Puts a wall up, between them and the ones who didn’t get taken, the ones who don’t understand why their friends have gone quiet and distant and cold.

Some of them have coped better than others, of course. It takes more than a nightmare sequence to dampen Rendog boundless enthusiasm, and Cleo’s half-violent and mostly-unhinged at the best of times. Tango seems more embarrassed than emotionally scarred. But Mumbo’s stopped restocking his end crystal shop, and Etho’s been trailing Bdubs like a shadow, and both of them look at Grian like they want to hurt him, and Grian–

Grian’s been avoiding just about everyone, mostly. Grian’s been avoiding Scar, especially.

Which makes it all the more strange that he’s here, now. It’s dark. It’s cold. Most everyone else is asleep, and the ones who aren’t are only awake because they’re so focused on whatever they’re building that they lost track of the passage of time entirely. Yet here is Grian, on top of one of Scar’s wagons, legs hung off the edge of the roof and wings splayed out loose behind him, awake and not building and with a distant sort of look in his eye.

“You left me,” presses Scar, when he gets no reply, because it’s late, and he’s tired, and the hurt has been sitting like a stone in his gut for a week now. Festering. “You, and all the others, just– taking my things, and moving on. Even when you signed contracts.” He winces. That just sounds pathetic, even to him. “You all did it, but– You.”

And there’s the crux of it: but you.

He expects it from the others. Expects it from just about everyone, really; there’s nothing like being a salesman to make you realise just how easy it is to take advantage of people, and he doesn’t begrudge people turning his own tactics against him. Not much, anyway. But last time... last time this had happened, last time they’d all been taken and penned in and set on one another like animals in a cage, Grian hadn’t left. Last time, Grian had stood by his side.

Last time, it had been them against the world, right up until they– Right up until the end.

Grian doesn’t pretend to not know what Scar’s talking about. That’s a small mercy, at least. “I stayed, last time,” he says, instead, which doesn’t really answer the question. He’s not looking at Scar. He’s staring up at the unnaturally huge moon, its pale light reflected in the bottomless dark of his pupils.

He’s not looking at Scar, but Scar is looking at him.

“I stayed,” Grian repeats, “right until the very end. Even after I died, even after I didn’t have to any more. Even after you–” He cuts off. They both wince. “I stayed, last time, and then I had to beat you to death with my bare hands.”

“...Ah.”

Scar feels... a little stupid, perhaps. A little guilty. A little selfish. He hadn’t thought of that. From his end, it was– not pleasant, in absolutely no way pleasant, but it was easy. Being red hurt, like an itch that could never be scratched, like an ache in his back teeth, like a drum beat in his head that just wouldn’t quit. He’s never much liked marching to a rhythm other than his own. Dying was, in some ways, a relief. A blessing.

Letting himself be killed by Grian was, perhaps, the easiest choice he’d ever made in that godforsaken place.

He’s never thought about it from Grian’s perspective, though, not really. Grian won’t talk about what happened after, to any of them. What happened when it was just him, alone, the last man standing in a land of the dead. But Scar can imagine it easily enough, now he’s setting his mind to it – the blood, the quiet, the emptiness. The corpses.

His corpse.

“Yeah.” Grian sighs, heavily, and kicks his legs back and forth where they’re hanging over the edge of the wagon roof. “Ah.”

The two of them sit there, for a while, and watch the stars. They’re bright tonight. Almost as bright as the enormous moon. They’re like little fractures in the sky, tiny shards of broken glass where the canopy of the night’s been punctured enough to let the light through. If Scar squints, he can almost imagine spiderwebbing cracks between them, the heavens beginning to pry themselves apart. Or, well. He hopes he’s imagining it, anyway. He’s beginning to get the sinking feeling he isn’t.

Grian’s the first to break the silence. “I thought maybe... if I. If we. If I stayed away, then it might keep us safe. Or, at least– I wouldn’t have to kill you, right? At least I wouldn’t have to– gah. It sounds stupid, when I say it like that. But I thought it might keep us safe.” A pause, and then, so quietly Scar thinks he might not have been supposed to hear it, “I thought it might keep you safe.”

“...Well,” Scar says, forced and bright and cheery, and ignores the hand slipped through his ribcage to make a fist around his heart. “That didn’t really work out, now, did it.”

“Nope!” Grian laughs, a wheezy little thing, half an octave too high and slightly hysterical with it. “Nope. It sure didn’t!”

And then Scar’s laughing, too, because– what else is there to do? The moon is too big, and the stars are too bright, and the tremors had ratcheted up to a rate of once an hour at Doc’s last count. And this time a week-and-change ago, half of them were sick with bloodlust and blind with rage, trapped like rats in a far-off cage, trying to kill their friends for fun.

The new scar on Scar’s neck where Rendog’s final arrow hit itches something fierce. Grian’s rubbing at his knuckles like he expects to find old blood in the cracks of them. The moon is far, far too big where it hangs above them, squatting bloated and wrong in the sky.

What else is there to do, but laugh?

“For what it’s worth,” says Grian, quietly, when the laughter passes, and it’s just them on a roof in the cold once more, “I’m sorry. For both of them. For– for all of it. I really am.”

Scar inhales, slowly. Looks up at the moon, bright and full and pale. Looks back at Grian, dark eyes wide as dinner plates and gaze fixed determinedly on the black and open sky before them.

“For what it’s worth,” he says, quieter still, “I’m sorry too.”

[minecraftfan11onscratch]

A group of six best friends and daring trainers and their respective Pokémon partners, ready to explore all corners within the region of Ignis Fatuus!

Surely, nothin’ will go awry for one of them...

After all, everyone within’, trainer and Pokémon, has each others’ backs!