#trainer red (implied)

[jetglider]

red

[slyzia]

So, until your return. The world will grow dull.

Implied Blue/Green misses Red and wants his rival (and crush COUGH) back

BOO metaphors! BOO symbolism! This is one of the most greyscale drawing I made.

From the words of me/I/myself, Thank you for supporting me everyone! See ya next week!

[macaroonkitti]

Johto doodles again >:)

[chibirisa20]

How I'd imagine these two would come out.

[blueoakshusband]

Ordering myself acrylic charms of my headcanon designs for the KanJoh gang hehe ^^ thought I'd just share the artwork here as well :o

[krikidilly]

Slaps him so hard he goes flying and splats against the wall like a looney tune

[starthornfeelingshipping]

The start of what would become a very long thread...

Originally posted: Sept. 27, 2023

[lexiesdoodles]

lesbian: *is sad*

Red: *wakes up in a cold sweat at 4am* somethings not right

[bewwy1455]

BLUE OAK!?!??

Bonus for a little love struck Red!

Also, I know the arm in the right is a bit off but I inked it by the time I noticed so I couldn’t fix it

(；ω；)

[emolgabrine]

Getting pulled into Ace Attorney so new au.

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Kazuki was a lawyer and killed by Giovanni, leaving Hibiki and Ken as suspects.

Red is an ex lawyer, and Blue is an ex prosecutor. Still trying to figure out everything else along with Leaf's role and a future role for Blue.

Hibiki is a lawyer who trained with his father, wanting to be like him, and gets mentored by Red after Kazuki died. Ken is just trying to be a baker or electrician but gets accused of murder.

Silver and Galena were forced to be prosecutors by Giovanni and went with it to be better than him. Silver takes the role of defense when Hibiki is unable to, and with his sister, they land Giovanni in jail. Galena also raised Silver, so he's nicer but still very sassy.

Lyra and Krystal are spirit mediums and have the unfortunate fate of Dolos being their brother in this au. Dolos gets his ass landed in prison, too. Yes, this means Ken ate glass here.

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The plot is different but still very alike to that in Ace Attorney. The differences come from the character's personalities and roles not quite matching those in the games to a T.

Silver and Hibiki are childhood friends, too. They met during one of the times Silver and Galena sneaked out of the house. Can't have gay lawyer au without gay lawyers.

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Also, I've been working on this au with my friend @0erpro :3

[j0ur3nys-3nd]

Timeline writer, watching Red and Blue at the battle tree:

Hypnotic, Also watching:

Timeline writer: ...Do you think they've fucked?-

Hypnotic: Oh, yeah, no. They totally fucked at least once-

Timeline writer: Not here tho-

Hypnotic: Oh yeah, DEFINITELY not here-

[jetglider]

Trainer Blue is calling you ...

[savebatsfromscratch]

No.25. Perfect.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51114592

Words: 1,170

Cws: Referenced “sleeping around”, death of a best friend/boyfriend, funeral, implied dubious consent, Implied/Referenced Sex, implied hyper sexuality due to trauma, implied murder, crying

Prompt: No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.” Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

Notes: Personal headcanon of mine that Red is the first dexholder to die, don’t bother talking to me about the other personal headcannons in this particular fic. (: I have no explanation for myself.

This is not exactly the correct vibe I was going for but it’s good enough.   

Written while listening to One Last Song by LORD OF THE LOST. (And Dem Beats by Todrick Hall but that’s not relevant.)

The sky was cloudy outside the small building, as if the smoke from Charizard’s tail had flooded the whole thing with charred gray when Blue had flown his mourning laps across the sky. Outside of the tiny windows, rain was beginning to fall. As cliche as it may have seemed, the world seemed to be crying for the tragedy that had fallen on it. It was crazy to think about it, but something was missing. Something that would never come back.

Blue felt tears drip down his face as he stared down at the body in the casket before him. Deep down, all of them had known it was coming, but none of them had expected it to happen so quickly. How could they have?

He had been so alive. So strong. Such a fighter.

Now, he lay lifeless and still, and Blue’s mind spun as he stared down at him.

He was beautiful.

He was pristine.

He was nothing if not perfect.

That shoulder length black hair, just as unruly in death as in life, lay still against the pillow. Though it was just as rebellious as the man it had once belonged to, it seemed somehow tamed by his stillness, and that simple fact sent stabs of pain through Blue’s chest. He just couldn’t seem to process what was happening, even with all of the violence and death he had seen, this hit the hardest.

Blue knew that Red couldn’t have gone down without a fight, but that awful stillness was just enough to steal his agency away from him one last time. (And Acreus knew it had been many times before.)

He looked so calm. So at peace. Just as if he were sleeping.

But Blue knew that Red had never looked that calm while he was alive. Even while he slept, his eyebrows had always been knit together, and he had always twitched and turned as he fought to fight those awful dreams that he had once confided in Blue about. Even when he had been happy, Red had never been calm, and those dark shadows in his eyes had always told Blue the truth of how he felt. Even in times of peace Red had never had a truly peaceful mind.

He’d never really had a chance to speak for himself. Even as one of the strongest trainers in the world, it was no secret that Red had been putty in much everyone’s hands. Even as someone known for fighting for every right and truth, Blue knew better than anyone how Red could sweep horror under the rug, rationalize what he was doing, pretend it was what he had wanted.

Pretend it was what he had wanted.

Blue wiped his eyes roughly with his sleeve.

Selfishly, he had loved Red for that lack of agency, that horrible weakness, but he knew he was nowhere near the only one who had. Even with the mortuary cosmetologist’s best attempts to fix his face with makeup, Blue could still see the bruises as they faded through the pale foundation. He could still remember that awful shock in those closed eyes when Red had first seen him looking at those “scars.” That horrible realization that his “secret” wasn’t so secret. (And Blue could still feel the awful stab of attraction that Red’s horror filled face had made him feel.)

Blue knew he had used Red as much as anyone else. No matter how much he wanted to forget, the shame kept burning inside him. No matter how much he tried to tell himself that he had done nothing wrong, that hot, sticky shame kept up bubbling deep within.

He had done everything wrong.

Blue balled his hands into fists, but he could do nothing but stare at the corpse that had once been his closest thing to love. Yes, love. Even though he had never been able to admit it to Red, Blue had loved him. Through everything they had been through, every battle, every day, every night, Blue had never told him. Now he would never get the chance.

How could he have ever done that to someone that he knew he loved?

Maybe he had thought Red was invincible. Red certainly seemed to have thought it. Running off with random trainers in the middle of the night… That wasn’t something he should have been doing. That wasn’t something Blue should have let him do.

Why hadn’t he helped when he could?

Why had he made it worse?

Through his actions, he had certainly intensified the problem, hadn’t he? Sure, he’d never told Red that it was all okay, but then again, he’d never asked him if he felt alright either, and wasn't that the most important part of all of this?

He'd never helped Red to get better, even though the signs of his struggle were so clear now in hindsight. Those handprints on his throat, the scratches that Blue knew lay across his back... All of it pointed so clearly to someone who had desperately needed help.

Help that Blue had never given him. He’d never even thought to let him ask for it.

Blue suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and he took a shaking step backwards, trying anything to get away from the body of the one he had once loved.

The one he still loved.

Instead of helping him like a lover should have, Blue had taken him as the toy he had made himself out to be. Blue had taken him at face value, unable to see through what he had wanted to see. Only now that he was gone, could Blue tell what had truly happened. Only now could Blue see what he could have done, what he should have done, what he would have done if he had known what was coming.

This hadn't been the first time Red had been bent to someone else's will against his own, not by a long shot, but it was the last. Blue felt sudden tears coming fast down his face, and the body in the casket blurred and warped before him as they did. He felt like an idiot. He was such a fool.

Red had been so much more than what had taken him.

He’d been caring, loving, careful, creative, a fighter through and through. He’d saved so many lives, so many stories, so many experiences. He’d won through so much with his ingenuity and strength. So many things that Blue knew not just anyone could have done. So many things that he would never again be able to brag about around a campfire. So many things that were now history.

So many battles won.

A tragedy.

A final loss.

The media may be crying over the loss of their “perfect” trainer, but Blue knew better.

Red had been perfect for all but one flaw, and it had killed him. Shiny black hair. Glowing red eyes. Skin paler than death itself.

He had been perfect for Blue.

Now he was gone.

[savebatsartedition]

Alright, this is still old gore, and not the new stuff everyone voted for, but I thought y'all would like it.

(Some of this is a bit heavier than I usually post, alright?)

Warnings: Impalement, gore, blood, gutspill, throat slitting, getting crushed by a boulder, implied death, bisection, guro (kinda)

Don't say I didn't warn you, I'm so serious right now.

[chibirisa20]

Exquisite taste indeed 🤌

Blue: "I'm telling you, we Oaks are born with incredible looks AND refined taste in future partners!"

Gary: "You can almost call it a curse"

Leaf: "Yeah, it's quite the gift you have..."

Ash: "GET OFF THE FRIDGE YOU FILTHY HERMIT!!!"

Red: *Chewing on the last mochi*...

[eaterofman]

Yandere Harem Coworkers x New Hire Reader

Now with a part 2 <3

Good news: You landed your dream job! Bad news: Your coworkers are fucking insane.

CW: Yanderes, workplace harassment, possessiveness, implied stalking, power dynamics, dubcon touching

You hadn't expected a job like this to come so easily.

It really had been a dream job from the moment you laid eyes on the job posting, and they'd even offered you better during the interview! They'd even thrown in an extra sign on bonus! You couldn't believe your luck. You were finally going places.

Really, how could you say no?

Your interviewer was the HR manager, Leon Jacobs. He was a stern looking man, clearly in his late 40's, and didn't seem to have a single flaw in his appearance. His age showed in the beginnings of grey hairs atop his tidy, shortcut black hair, and the creases beneath his eyes. His appearance was beyond intimidating. Dark, scowling eyes picked you apart from behind his glasses as you fidgeted in your chair. Whatever nightmare of an interview you thought was coming, never happened. Instead, you were surprised when he almost immediately offered you not only the job, but an even better salary and bonus than was advertised. You were almost too stunned to speak, as he held out his hand to shake, his dark expression lifting with the slightest twitch of his lips. You took his hand shakily in agreement. In your excitement, you didn't notice the way his hand gripped yours a hair too tight, or how his touch lingered for a few moments longer than it should have. The way his gaze intently followed your figure as you walked out was also missed by you.

"We're so happy to welcome you to the team. Our team will make sure your time working here is as pleasant as possible."

Your trainer is a well respected man, Warren Pen. Warren is a huge man, easily towering over you. While he'd be otherwise intimidating at his size, his warm expression and demeanor quickly puts you at ease. How could you be afraid of him, with his warm brown eyes and bouncy red curls and gentle smile? You quickly learned that he must have a pretty high position in the company. His office alone was almost as big as your entire apartment! The office they give you is nearly as big, much to your surprise. Warren reassures you that it's not a mistake, that they just want you to be comfortable in your new position. You are so very important to the company, after all. As he helps you settle in, you're amazed by his generosity and kindness. You're too happy to question why there's such a big office space right next to his open for you, or why such a high ranking worker would be assigned to train a newbie. You're initially confused about why all your other coworkers seem to cower away from him... until you see him lose it on a poor intern. His demeanor changed from a gentle giant to a raging monster within the blink of an eye, screaming at the intern over a simple filing mistake. You find yourself suddenly on your toes around him, waiting for a verbal barrage over one of your mishaps, but it never comes.

"Don't worry, I'd never treat you like that. They deserved it. You're doing perfect."

Your department's boss is a man named Jax Wright. Jax is a charming man, and the childhood best friend of Warren. He's slim and tall, with black hair and a slightly rugged appearance. He always seems to be in a rush, hair usually rustled and a 5 o'clock shadow a constant on his face. Yet, he somehow takes time out of his busy day to visit you. Or, more accurately, he finds the time to corner you when you're alone or with Warren. You don't want to lose this dream of a job, so you don't mention the way the childhood friends always find a way to crowd around you in the more narrow hallways or the breakroom. They insist you have lunch everyday with them, why would you want to eat by yourself? You really shouldn't deny your superiors' lunch requests, y'know. You ignore the lingering touches as he leans in far closer than necessary to examine your work, hands placed possessively on your shoulders. He loves to give you overwhelming praise, even for the most minor of accomplishments. You're afraid your other coworkers will think the worst of you because of the special treatment, but they seem to be avoiding you nearly as much as they avoid Warren.

"Good job. You're exceptional as always. It's been an absolute pleasure to work with you. Keep being good and you're bound for a raise."

With the rest of the department seeming to avoid you like the plague, you start to believe that you're stuck with just the overbearing childhood friends to talk to. That is until the secretary, Jake Moor, begins to talk to you. Jake is flamboyant, to say the least. He's bright, from his beaming white smile to his wide array of cute, colorful ties he matches with his suit. He's young, in his early 20s, and his bright blonde hair only adds to his youthful appearance. He's almost too much, talking at light speed and somehow being more touchy than your boss. He always finds a reason to pull you into hugs, or rustle your hair playfully. It doesn't bother you much though, he's just being friendly, right? And you really don't want to lose one of the few friends you have in the department. He has some sort of treat for you everyday, usually a homemade meal or pastry you have to find the time to eat alone before you're coworkers steal you away to have lunch with them. His cheerful nature motivates you to stay with the company, he really is your "beacon of light". You even find yourself giggling to yourself as he sends you silly motivational cat pictures throughout your day. He's so cute you don't even question how he got your number when you never gave it to him yourself. You do find it a bit odd that he knows exactly where to go when your car breaks down one day and he gives you a ride home, but you'd told him you lived in those apartments on the east side, remember? He'd never use his position to look at confidential paperwork. Never.

"I brought you in some cookies I baked last night, and here, I even made some dog treats! I've never made them before, let me know how he likes them! How did I know you have a dog? ...you told me, remember? Silly!"

As the weeks pass, you start to become more accustomed to your coworker's odd mannerisms. They still wear on you, but the money is just so good. You need it, where else would you even go? There's no chance you'd find anything near as good, if you found anything at all. You needed this job, Jax and Warren's overbearing natures aside. At least you had Jake, who always seems to know exactly what you need whenever you need it.

You can tough it out... right?