#POCKET MOSTERS

[woso-dreamzzz]

Youth Team III

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You have a bad game

You stared down at your gloved hands with a frown, like you couldn't quite believe that you missed it.

You should have caught it but one of Scotland's strikers came barrelling towards you and trapped your hand between her shoulder and the goalpost.

Your fingers throbbed badly and you just managed to block another shot but by a bare brush of your gloves. Your fingers pulsed with pain and you grit your teeth.

It was official.

You were having a bad game, by your standards at least.

Letting one goal past you could take but two were unacceptable. Your saves were sloppy and your footwork even worse. Your defence was having an off day too so there was nowhere to hide.

The armband around your bicep felt like a weight rather than a privilege as you struggled to keep the ball out of your net.

By the time the first half finished, you were disappointed in yourself, a pit deep in your stomach. Letting two goals past you felt like the end of the world. It felt like everything was going wrong and it was all made worse when you tugged off your gloves.

Two of your fingers were purple and swollen.

It made sense why they were throbbing now.

They were both curled over as well and felt stiff. You try to straighten them out and wince, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

No.

This can't be happening.

You hide them under your shirt. If anyone saw then they would take you off. If they took you off then you wouldn't be able to redeem yourself.

Your mothers were in the crowd. You were wearing the captain's armband.

You didn't want Momma to see her daughter being taken out of the game.

You dig around in your bag, pulling out a popsicle stick that moster Frido gave you for emergencies and a roll of medical tape. You shove the stick between your two fingers and wind the tape around them, forcing them to straighten out.

They pulse in protest but you pop a painkiller and grit your teeth.

It's harder to play with two fingers in one finger hole but you're coping and no one seems to notice.

Your defence is still in shambles and you yell at them to get their act together. You're not really a yeller. You don't like to bark orders but you're getting desperate.

Usually, you can allow your defence to be a bit messy but you're not on form and you need them to start pulling their weight.

They don't and the ball skims your finger as you push it away.

"Organise yourselves!" You snap, your frustration bubbling up as your fingers throb in protest," Stop playing like children!"

This is one of the worst games of your life.

Your defence might as well be making daisy chains. Your midfielders keep losing possession and your forwards have grown complacent with your one goal lead.

You're not doing much better either.

None of your saves are smart. You're desperate to keep your measly lead even as your fingers throb and your armband feels tighter and tighter every minute you wear it.

The win leaves a bitter taste in your mouth when the final whistle is blown and you can't help but ignore your defensive line in an attempt to not blow up at them.

Your fingers look terrible as you shower and change, shoving your hand into your hoodie pocket so you don't have to look at your failure.

Your mothers are waiting outside in the car and the rain pelting the windows only seems to make your mood worse.

"A few close calls, huh, princesse?"

It's clear Morsa is trying to laugh this off but you don't want her to talk so you stubbornly plug your earphones in and turn them up until your mothers can hear it too.

You stay silent until you get home.

A win is a win but this is the last game of this international break and you can't help but feel angry at it all. Your flight back to Sweden is tomorrow and you've got two days of rest before you're back at training again.

"Have we got ice?"

It's the first words you've spoken since you left the changing room and your Momma raises a brow.

"Why do you need some?"

You show her your finger and the hasty splint you made.

"Princesse...What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," You reply, turning your head away so you don't have to make eye contact.

Momma looks like she wants to say more but she ends up just shaking her head and going off to find some ice.

Morsa throws your phone at you. "Call Zećira," She says.

"What?"

"Call Zećira. You're upset. You didn't play as well as you hoped. We can't help so call Zećira."

Morsa doesn't give you much of a choice and you dial the number.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hi..." Your voice is moody and sullen as Morsa stands in front of you with her arms crossed.

"Well, that doesn't sound good. Rough game?"

You look down at your bruised fingers. "Something like that?"

Zećira hums on the other line. "Did you try your best?"

"I guess..."

"That's not an 'I guess' question," She chides," I'm not asking if you were the very best today. I'm not asking if you played in your best form. But, for how you were feeling today, did you try your best?"

"Yes."

"Then that's all that matters."

"How many did they score past you?" Zećira asks," Come on, how many?"

"Two."

"Two goals isn't much in the grand scheme of things. How many did Denmark get?"

"Three."

"You didn't lose," Zećira says," And you tried your best. What else happened?"

"I hurt my fingers. They're all purple and...I didn't get them checked out."

"Put ice on them and get them checked as soon as you're back in Sweden, okay? I've got money placed on those hands winning a World Cup. You've got to keep them safe."

That shocks a laugh out of you. "I will."

"Good. Listen, you're still young. You're allowed to have off days. It's okay."

You sigh. "Things were easier when it was just as in the park."

Zećira laughs too. "I hope you remember those times when you're lifting the World Cup as a captain."

You scoff.

"I'm serious," She says," Maybe not your first World Cup but definitely one of them. I can see it."

"Whatever you say."

[skittyplush]

poketober day 8! prompt was pocket-moster so heres uhhh not a very moster looking pachirisu in dawns pocket because theyre cold :3

[teothedragon]

Part 2 of interpreting my bro's ic here is Merchant he is just a guy who wander around being omnipresent and all that

So in canon he doesn't have pet sheep, but I gave him one because he reminded me of something and his normal blue coat in canon, also lamb have two heads because he is merchant who is collecting weird stuff all around, I made him into humanoid void because he would fall in that moster type in my lore, also the reason he is omnipresent is that he have pocket dimension he can travel around, don't know about limitations, this is just for fun, he was inspired by minecraft wandering trader

Also have small backstory, he is simple character, but I gave a bit depth because why not

the shepherd wanted to slaughter Punkin and Apple, but Merchant came at the right time, he beat shepherd up, stole his coat and the lamb

Done pretty much all, he is not good or bad he is in middle pretty much

Here is he in canon

Stinker with smile

Merchant (not mine)

[myautisticpov]

Am I the only person on the young millenial and younger side who is curious to see the Barbie movie, and enjoying the memes and hype, but just not resonating with the specific ways other people are talking about how playing with Barbie was foundational to their childhood?

Like, don’t get me wrong, I learnt my constellations from the Barbie in Swan Lake DVD extras, but Barbie in the Nutcracker came out when I was six, so Barbie was a character to me

Like, she had a set personality and stuff, she wasn’t a blank slate

Movie Barbie was also consistent with video game Barbie, so while I had the dolls, it was more like having Disney Princess dolls than Polly Pocket, or even Bratz (whose movies came out later and those four years were fairly foundational)

Idk, maybe the popularity of the Barbie movies died off or the supplemental aspects of doll lines like Bratz and Moster High meant that whether or not a doll was a blank slate just always became dependant on if your parents got you the movies or let you access the webisodes

But yeah, hearing people talk about Barbie as if she was a blank slate that you can project on feels like people saying that about my Qui-Gon Jinn action figure, or Kyle Katarn

Like, no, they’re a character with a set personality and stuff

Polly Pocket, on the other hand... She and her magnet friends were the centre of all kinds of drama...

[invictarre-archive]

cried too hard over the funny pocket moster characters and now I gave myself a headache

[little-noko]

I love all of your fakemons designs, they are sooooo so cool! I know like 3 points of knowledge from Pokémon (because I never watched it as a kid and it wasn't even popular in my country) but I always was a bit confused by the original designs. Some of them don't feel like pocket mosters, they sometimes doesn't even look like something alive, and I honestly feel like i wouldn't like most of them as pet/friend.

But yours feel really great! They still have similarities in forms and design choises, so even I, who doesn't know much, can immediately tell "Oh yeah that's something Pokémon related", but they also feel more alive and I like how many attention you put into them! The colors are really pleased and it's soooooo hard to choose

But if I had to choose only one, that would be momoki! I only recently changed my opinion on monkeys (used to dislike them XD) and I can definitely tell - oh I would've ovned like 4 of them because they are so cute!!! I guess I really can't choose one, since of all of the fakemon you did I choose the one of Eevee like XD

Aaaw ! It's nice to know that you love momoki ! I had so much fun coming up with his design !

[roxannarambles]

Did you ever play with polly pockets too? Or Bratz dolls? Had them as a kid too. Never played with moster high or the other type dolls. That was after my time. What type of barbies did you have? I had lots of disney princess, brats, and ballet barbie dolls. One doll I remember most is esmeralda doll I found at flea Market that was actually a spice girl doll dressed as Esmeralda from the Disney movie. Imagine my surprise when that barbie had a snake tattoo on her back! Also did you ever use markes to add highlights to your dolls her? My last barbie doll was a Sharpay doll from High school musical.

I had a couple Polly Pockets, yeah! I loved teeny tiny stuff so I loved those, I had some Star Trek polly-pocket style thingies too (teeny tiny space ships that opened up). Bratz dolls came out when I was too old for dolls tho; also I lost interest in dolls very fast anyway, I was pretty tomboyish so most of my toys were considered "boy's toys."

I've been unpacking my real old boxes so here is a sample of some of my old toys to show you what I mean, haha:

Dinosaurs, dragons, transformers, hotwheels, any kind of badass looking animal was more my thing XD

The upper corner you can see my old MLP collection, but again that was from my era of VERY young (3, 4?) when folks just bought me girl's stuff because I was a little girl and so that's just what people did. 😂 But yeah I do NOT remember my Barbies very well at all bc like I said I was 3 or 4 and didn't have them for long and they didn't leave much of an impression on me. As soon as I got a little older I ditched them and gravitated towards boy's toys. The girliest things I had when I was older were probably Beanie Babies?? (because I loved anything to do with animals) Oh, also the Littlest Pet Shop, but OLD Littlest Pet Shop, back when they looked like actual animals and not the current abominations they sell

[gameimagines]

Milo + A S/O who plays a kalimba while they hang out in a calm grass field just vibing.

Requested by: this lovely anon

Fandom: Pokémon SWSH

Notes: this idea is really cute. Hope you like it!!

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Spring Melodies || Milo x Reader

A cool spring breeze rustled the grass beneath you. Milo quickly grabbed onto his signature hat to keep it atop his strawberry colored hair. The wind ran through your hair, pulling along strands to tickle your face. An amused chuckle escaped from Milo as he watched you struggle to spit hair out of your mouth. He treasured simple, domestic and admittedly, dorky moments like this. “Not funny,” you cast a mock glare Milo’s direction while fixing your unruly hair.

“I can’t help it, sweetpea. You’re too cute.” Milo gushed. It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been together, Milo still spoke about you as if he had just recently fallen in love. It was like a never ending honeymoon period with him.

You leaned over and placed a chaste kiss against Milo’s warm, freckled cheek. A wordless expression of gratitude for his sweet words. “Oh, yeah. I have something I want to show you,” you reached behind for your backpack. Stashed in the back pocket was your kalimba. “I’ve been working on a song, well, a short little melody is probably more accurate. Do you want to hear it? Your hands traced along the wooden base of the instrument, eager to play.

“Of course!” Milo sounded even more excited to hear it than you were to play it. He didn’t know you were musically inclined. “I’m sure your song sounds great.” He placed one of his large palms on top of your knee.

You nodded and began to play. You began to push down on the metal tines, muscle memory guided you into the song. It was a relaxing melody. It was somewhat simple but no less enjoyable.

The chimelike noises seemingly drifted through the spring air. In the distance a pair of stray Yampers wandered closer. A flock of Pidoves momentarily stopped chirping. You’d attracted a small crowd of wild Pokémon. Neither of you noticed, you were caught up in performing and Milo was far too captivated looking at you to take in the new surroundings.

And oh, how Milo looked at you. His forest colored eyes were filled with adoration. You were so talented, he was proud to call you his own. Milo almost wanted to record this, but he was scared to ruin the moment. So instead he’d commit this afternoon to memory.

The world faded as the two of you basked in this moment.

[supermattym8]

Some Red/Doodle Dog (which is his nickname I game him) doodles and a gen 1 Pikachu that I drew during school.

[crystal-wingeddragon-spikes]

A nameless fan-made Goat/sheep/mountain goat fire starter, inspired by old Pokémon art stlye, such as Tuaros and Rapidash (Kanto)

Stat-wise, it is quite similar to Swampert’s tanky spread. It is a fairly bulky, yet too frail to be a wall, even if it can not be worn down by Burn or Poison. However, its true potential is as a bulkier Physical Wall Breaker, as existing Rock Head Pokémon often can not use good recoil moves. It is an excellent user of Wild Charge, Head Smash, Flare Blitz and occasionally, Head Charge. I hope it becomes a more balance Dracovish that fire off power attacks despite its base stat.

Pokédex outline:

(001) It shrouds itself within a protective thick smoke cloud. This Pokémon has poor eyesight and often charge at sudden movements. Despite its temper, its legs are too short to build up much speed.

(002) The inside of its protective coat contains highly toxic and corrosive gasses. It can burn through its defence into a powerful fire to makes its Headbutt more dangerous. It is a resourceful scavenger that can eat all kind of dried dead plants.

(003) Many ancient mountain tribes used it as their transportation and protection. It can travel for days with little food, even while carrying heavy��luggage. Hardened by many battles, its skull becomes as hard as iron.

*** Despite being warm and soft to the touch, its “coat” may leak a tiny dose poisonous gases which can be dangerous in prolonged exposure. 

*** Its coat capture air moisture and condense it into an acidic solution, which the Pokémon is able to drink. It can survive the dry season with little worry. Many mountain Poison Pokémon chase after it, hoping to drink a few stray drops.

Notable Moves

Flame Charge, Flare Blitz, Wild Charge, Head Charge, High Horse Power, 

[world-of-pocket-arsenal]

My good friend @donatsuchan made these adorable doodles of the Imp variants I doodled a while back, and as usual his work is wonderful. Super cute! Thank you so much, your stuff always makes me smile!

[a-simple-imagine]

alone together

synopsis: while you and natasha were away on a mission the mosters arrived leaving you trapped in ohio.  marvel x a quiet place crossover.

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

words: 1.6k

a/n - it’s my birthday and as always, i present to you a gift in the form of a story

bold AND italics = sign language 

welcomed by the echo of water droplets slapping against concrete, you descend the stone steps into a familiar humid basement. it was not the ideal place to claim as a makeshift home but after what had happened, there were very few other options around. 

You and Natasha had been out on a mission when everything went down. this place was hidden away and underground which meant there was a low chance of running into anyone or anything else. It was small and had been relatively empty except for a dusty toolbox, some old wooden furniture and a couple of bicycles covered in a dirty brownish-white tarp. Additional items such as sleeping bags, backpacks had been added. A pile of books stacked up in the corner with some toys lined up beside them. It was not perfect and frankly, you hated it, but it was home. At least for now. The other woman does not seem to notice your arrival, however, the dog beside her stood up and headed on over to you. She used to insist she could hear you a mile away. Bending down, you let your hand run gently through the animal's wiry fur. This guy had become a new companion about two weeks after the incident when you stumbled across him laying outside a house obviously waiting for something. He neither moved nor made a sound as you approached which was strange in of itself but was even more strange was that he was even still alive. Most animals died out quite quickly. He seemed to a German shepherd as far as you could tell and when you brought him back to the basement, the other freaked out. It's not safe. We cannot afford another mouth to feed. He'll be too nosey. Safe to say her warnings went out the window almost instantly. She said he was probably a mixed breed with a border collie and that if he were going to stay, you could not name him. Naming him would lead to getting attached which happened regardless so you just referred to him as dog. original. you're pretty sure that's what they call them in apocalypse movies so it was fitting.

She seemingly finally noticed your presence as she turned to you as her lips curled into a pleasant smile. You watched her hands move from left to right, point to you, and then make open claw shapes held away from her body and then squeezed tight as she pulled back. She had been teaching you sign language or at least trying to, but you were not very good. Shaking your head, a little, she decided to repeat her action to which you shake again, your brow furrowing. With a defeated sigh, Natasha went for the next best way of communicating "Did you get them?" she whispered alongside the sign language.

Oh. You carefully remove one backpack strap so you could root through the front pocket; producing a handful of batteries with a bright smile.

'Thank you' she signed. you understood that one.

"Look what else I found," you whisper excitedly. Dropping the bag to the floor, you push through all the stuff you carried around and pull out a tattered, dirty, book. On the front was the back of a young girl running through a field. She was wearing a long blue skirt and a white blouse while holding a brown woven basket. A curious raise of her brow as Natasha takes the book, flipping it over.

"Little women?" she pauses for a moment, probably reading the blurb. "To think you used to hate reading."

"That was when I had like video games or a phone that wasn't dead- god, I miss Netflix," Natasha hands the book back. "Now I read stupid books."

"Oh- I actually got you something while I was out too," The redhead drifts over to her backpack. Dog follows after her with you bringing up the tail. In her palm, she holds out a small toy dinosaur.

"For me?" Natasha nods and your smile brightens. With everything going on it was important to find joy in the little things. "Looks like an Allosaurus. large theropods who lived during the late Jurassic period. the name allosaurus means unique lizard."

"Nerd."

'Thank you,' you sign. "it's all the reading."

"at least you're learning something, I guess." A casual shrug of her shoulders as she sits back down. Dog takes the opportunity to rest his head in her lap. You take the plastic toy, collect your backpack from the middle of the room and head for your own personal space. Placing the dinosaur down next to the others. You have five dinosaurs in total now. A Tyrannosaurus, Triceratops, Stegosaurus, Velociraptor and now an Allosaurus. They varied in size but none of them were bigger than the palm of your hand. Each one had been a gift Natasha brought back from her travels into town. It had clearly started as a joke but you'd come to appreciate the little figures. Then you found a kids encyclopedia of dinosaurs and started learning about them; you were basically an expert now. Throwing your copy of little women on top of your book pile, you decide to go sit down beside the other woman. She hands you a small white bowl full of plain white rice.

"Rice again. yay." You hum sarcastically.

"it's all we have," You had seen enough movies to guess what kinds of food were good during an apocalypse. But that did not make eating bland, non-perishable foods any better. You liked rice but it was growing tiresome. Clearly one of you needed to go on a food run and soon.

"I know." You fall into a comfortable silence after that. Just eating your rice. The only noise was your breathing and dog eating his own food. Dog food was not that hard to come by. After dinner, you retire to your sleeping bag and use a flashlight to continue reading. You were partway through a copy of the Great Gatsby. It was okay so far, nothing special. Natasha was on the other side of the room, wrapped up in her sleeping bag. You assume she is asleep until her quiet voice breaks through the silence.

"I think we should head back to New York."

You pause mid-page turn, the book fluttering closed. "Seriously?"

"We can't stay here forever." Pushing yourself up, you cross your legs as your attention falls to her. Natasha hadn't moved. "I think it would be best to at least try to go back."

"Natasha..." she had to be joking. there was no way she would suggest trekking all the way back to new york with those things out there. one mistake and you'd be dinner. "there are literally monsters out there. Huge monsters who will eat us if we make a sound."

"it'll be fine."

Natasha was putting way too much faith into you. every footstep beyond the basement steps filled you with nauseating anxiety that today would be the last. "you... don't know that."

you waited for a reply that never seemed to come. natasha just fell silent. you were really struggling to see the logic behind her decision. why even risk the trip? new york was miles away and it wasn't like you could just jump in a car. not to mention there were giant monsters everywhere. laying back down, you rest your head in your arms. it takes a while for you to fall asleep

when you wake up the next day, you're alone. natasha is gone. dog is gone. it was quiet before but now it was eerie: strange. you sit up, rubbing your eyes. that's when natasha returns with dog following in toe. he bounds on up to you, as you ruffle his head.

"thought you left."

"not yet. needed to collect a few things first." she hands you a bottle of water. "do you want to keep dog?"

"why?"

"might be easier if i don't have to worry about him the whole time too."

"no i meant why would i keep him when i'm coming with?"

"thought you didn't want to come. too dangerous."

"not sure i could survive on my own."

"you could."

you shake your head. "what's the plan?"

"you sure?"

"dog likes you better anyway." you shrug. "so?"

natasha pulls out a map. one she's clearly ripped out of a book. "we're here." she points to Ohio." then her finger slides to new york. "it's about a seven-day walk."

"seven days?"

"yes. it's about five hundred or so miles away."

"that's so far. can we survive that long out in the open?"

"sure if we're careful and quiet."

"silent."

"what about dog?"

"he's probably better off here."

"Absolutely not," you state. "we're not leaving him."

"hell slow us down."

"i don't care. i'm not leaving him here, nat."

"fine. pack a bag. essentials only."

"essentials got it."

"that means no books".

"then what am i supposed to do all day?"

"walk." she stated plainly.

"i can't be alone with my thoughts natasha. i'll go insane."

"you'll be fine."

"insane natasha. insane." you reply.

"you can bring one book."

running off you go through your book pile in search of a book. so many options so little time. you settle on a fairytale. shoving it in your bag. collecting a few other things. then you look up your dinosaurs. all lined up in a pretty row. you glance at natasha who is placing water bottles into her bag. essentials only but these were special. scooping them up, you place all but one into your backpack. saving the latest addition and placing him, in your front breast pocket. patting him softly. with your bag hiked up your shoulders you turn to natasha.

"you sure about this."

"We can always come back."

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I see the au where there's both a normal size moth and pocket moth and raise this, Abyss Moster Kaeya and Corrupted Albedo also co exists with their pocket forms. I don't think pocket corrupted albedo goes out that much though because he would be growling at everything and everyone that he doesn't trust XD

!!!!!! THREE POCKET LADS??? T H R E E P O C K E T L A D S

one of them goes with you at ALL TIMES now you don't even have an excuse because some of them (cough KAEYA cough) handle being in crowds better and besides, you know that even if you TRY to leave them at home (they all settled down for a nap one day) inevitably you'll stick your hand in your pocket and feel a little friendly poke at your skin

they all get along so well!!!!! little Kaeya conspires with normal Kaeya to cause AS MUCH MISCHIEF AS POSSIBLE and now little Kaeya can also steal COINS!!! he wants to see how much mora he can snatch until you notice. Albedo is protective to the max, something about his draconic instincts make him weary of other people, but he's actually also the calmest of them and if you need a quiet moment he'll snuggle up to you <33 and normal moth and bitty moth are almost inseparable especially because bitty Childe can cuddle in normal Childe's fluff!!!

ALSO SNUGGLE PILES

[curry-and-casteliacones]

Soul Eater x Pokemon

So, some random ideas for a Soul Eater AU. Because Soul Eater is one of my special interests and I have to imagine every single character no matter the fandom as if they were a meister or weapon.

This idea isn't anything too complicated. Basically just if the pokemon characters and my OCs went to the DWMA, what would they do there? What would they be?

This also isn't proofread and it's just really quick concept stuff, so don't take anything too seriously

Sana would be a weapon. Cherry was her original partner, but later on she started working with Guzma while away from the academy.

When those two got back they all agree to work together.

I'm thinking Sana would be something like a scythe or axe? Idk, but i want him to keep his celestial theming in weapon form.

Ingo and Emmet are twin pistols? Is that too similar to Liz and Patty? Anyway, no matter what they are they would wield each other like those two do.

Elesa would be a meister? Her soul wavelengeth would be electricity like Stein.

I think she would be the twins meister of choice for when they have to do harder mission.

All of the gym leaders would be like teachers or faculty members. Basically just meisters and weapons who have graduated but are still around to help with teaching or more difficult missions.

Orion would be... a weapon? Or a meister? I could see it either way with him.

Ai would be a meister for sure.

I think if we're talking plot at some point Ingo, Orion, and Emmet would all go out on a mission. Orion would be wielding Emmet, and Ai would have Ingo. It was just supposed to be something quick, to get Ai used to being a meister and she didn't have a partner yet. So the twins volunteered and Orion trusted Ingo to keep and eye on Ai if anything went wrong. But things DO go wrong and a witch appears, Ai and Ingo get lost and lose parts of their memory and the two are stranded somewhere weird. And boom now those two are missing just like in the original pokemon universe.

I think Oliver would def be a meister.

Hop would be a shield and Leon would be a sword. I just think it would be cool

All the champions are death scythes.

Hop is Olivers's weapon and the two of them want to make Hop a death scythe because Hop wants to be cool like his older brother. Oliver also just wants to be powerful, but they are in it mostly to help Hop.

Eventually Hop is made into a death scythe, and Oliver could not be more proud.

Idk who Lord Death would be in this scenario. Maybe just still himself?

Wait now that I'm looking at it... Ingo and Emmet have the black and white theming like Shinigami-sama and DTK..... it doesn't make a ton of sense for them to be related to or even be Death, but it would look pretty cool.

Also, who would Ai's weapon be in the end? They need a partner. I have no clue and idk if i really care all that much as of now.

Also i was trying to combine Pokemon and Soul Eater into one word or phrase an an AU name and got some pretty bad ones. For starters, poke eater sounds like your eating pokemon D: Then we have SoulMon which is better but just makes me think of a mispronounced version of Solomon. I then tried using Pocket Mosters instead and got Pocket Eater(kinda boring), and Soul Moster. So Soul Moster was kinda cool ig? Idk i don't think this Au will get a name.

[imperial-topaz2003]

Your SWTOR OCs are now in the world of the Witcher!

Thanks for the ask, @swtorpadawan ! Ooooo, that's a good one! Wild Hunt is one of my top 3 favorite video games ever! Now, let's see. Yulizzia I imagine being a Witcher-type. I don't remember if females can become Witchers, but I imagine her being some sort of Moster hunter if not. Definitely one of the more optimistic of the OCs, trying her best to save as many lives as possible. Ascillan would be a bit more on the reserved side. He's the type who'd try to observe his surroundings, studying monsters and their weaknesses, as well as trying to get a feel of the world's geopolitical situation. Rather than interact with civilians, he'd rather stick to the wilds as a hermit/Oracle type, avoiding contact for the most part, but not afraid to help any lost travelers. Aellisu is the more opportunistic type. He's the one who'd try to make a wealthy living. Wether it be through setting up a smuggling ring, trading, or just simple mercenary work, lining his pockets would be a priority. Once he stabilizes his financial situation tho, he wouldn't mind taking on more heroic acts, always looking to lend a hand to the little guys...literally in the case of dwarves and gnomes. Baduenda and Hadisha would have fairly similar roles, imo. I could see the both of them (maybe together) taking on jobs such as protecting villages, guarding trade caravans, and the like. In particular, I imagine Baduenda would be fairly opposed to the Nilfgaardians (especially if she arrived during the Northern Wars), as their invasions would remind her too much of the Sith Empire back home. Tyrrnith would have a fairly similar reaction as Ascillan, initially taking it slow and not interacting with many people. However, unlike our Jedi Consular, Tyr would take a more active role once he gets a feel of the world. I could see him starting up a mercenary band of some type, teaching people how to fight and ward off against monsters, bandits, ect. Mostly, this would be to establish a solid powerbase on the Continent, but I could see him having some genuine attachments to his new forces. Lavissia's focus would definitely be on magic. She'd see this new world as an untapped reservoir of opportunities to expand her own power. She'd stick to the wilds, possibly being known in folklore as a mysterious Witch or whatnot. I could definitely see her taking an interest in the Ladies of the Wood, Gaunter O'Dimm, or even Ciri herself...though she'd know better than to pursue the latter. A'vash'l would probably make way for the nearest civilized area, wherever he ends up, as he'd realize those are the safer areas...compared to the rest of the world at least. He'd spend a lot of his time fairly poor, not just due to finances, but also to maintain his cover on the world. Once he settles in, I could see him forming some underground spy/assassination ring, rarely showing his face and taking on contracts for locals, and learning the inner workings of the governments of the Northern Kingdoms and Nilfgaardian Empire.

That's the best I can think up for now. Lemme know what you think!

[thatoneao3writer]

oh dear lord what have i unleashed xD (I'm lowkey scared of what ponk's gonna do lmao - also how're they gonna undo the spell? i'm scared to know xD) BBH will definitely lose his shit. That spellbook will always be put in a pocket dimension that only BBH can access, and he only takes it out for the few minutes he REALLY needs it. Is dimension like an end-chest? maybe, but only BBH has it (unless he's willing to make pocket dimensions for everyone but that's gonna be hard to do and sustain.) - 🏒

You have unleashed a monster Hockey XD A moster lmaoooo

BBH would be the one to undo the spell. But ge won't be able to do it immediately because he was out on a life changing quest or something XD (he had to take Rat to the vet) and didn't answer any of his friends' calls because he was busy (he was shopping for dog toys and treats to apologize to Rat because she hates going to the vet and he needs concentration in order to get the best possible products.... also, he was with Zak)

And yeah! Ppcket dimensions are the enderchests of this au. That book would deffo be kept in a dimension after that whole shebang lmao. Nahhh, BBH is too afraid of what his friends might do if he'd make them their own pocket dimensions.