On a whim to celebrate my birthday, I've decided to announce a contest! What's the contest, you might ask? Well, I've set up three Pokeballs here, each one linked to their obvious element. When a ball is thrown at a person, it transforms them into a new creature of the corresponding element! The goal of the contest is to either write or draw you using said device to turn someone into a Fakemon girl (or if you prefer, yourself turned into someone else's Fakemon girl). This contest is split up into two groups, each with three prizes.
Third Place wins a flat color drawing of their fakemon!
Second Place nets a high-quality drawing of your trainer and fakemon doing something action-y! Or silly. Depends on which you'd prefer.
First Place gets a series of drawings of your trainer and fakemon interacting with Professor Brisk! What does that entail? You'll have to win to find out!
Note that I'm not deciding the winners based on quality, but on how much I like it. As a result, don't be discouraged by your skill level, as you might manage to charm me in a way where I still give you a prize! The only real rule is that your story or art must depict the design of your trainer, victim, and fakemon well-enough for me to be able to draw them. If said characters have pre-existing reference material, you can use that instead provided you link to those in the description of your submission.
The deadline is September 15! Make sure to upload and send me a link to your submission so I can compile all the links here!
Much Ado About Ninjas (Quarma's Fakemon Contest)Much Ado about Ninjas
Professor Brisk stood patiently next to her table, waiting for more trainers to come in and claim more of her fun new pokeballs. There hadn’t been many takers so far, but she was certain that once they started getting used, people would start flooding in! As her eyes drifted around the room and she considered groping herself to pass the time, her attention was caught by something sparkly on the other side of the room. She shimmied over to the corner and bent over, examining the sparkling gem on the floor before trying to pick it up. Apparently it was stuck, so she started pulling, grunting with effort.
As the sexy professor struggled to extract the gem from the floor, a panel in the skylight raised, allowing a figure in dark grey cloth garb concealing everything, with goggles covering his eyes. He descended quickly on a rope, grabbed a red pokeball and then shinned back up the rope and out.
As soon as the thief van