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@arceun
unfortunately i’ve way too uncomfortable on this blog and fandom to be here and i don’t know if i will come back to this blog. :( however i have been on another, non-poke fandom blog, so if anyone is interested in following other fandoms, i’d love to periodically check here and see who is interested to follow. (: see you, maybe !
Are you angry at God ?
no no i just want to talk
You gotta walk in rooms like God sent you
as a punishment.
RIP to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris but im different. and better. maybe even better than the gods
a niche character trope i like is the person who is nice, a good person and acts well adjusted, then they do something where it’s like. oh you’re secretly a little bit insane actually
*SIGHS AND CHANGES VOLO’S HEIGHT*
ART BY SNAIL, this is NOT my art! Please donut reblog if you’re not @arceun <3
im screaming im sobbing im crying im collapsing onto the ground w/ a fart reverb sfx im shattering into a thousand voxel particles im ceasing to exist im–
POV: you're the one responsible for the space-time rifts
Some doodles I did during seminars.
i’ve never been so stressed .
Volo: I don’t think I can mansplain, manipulate or malewife our way out of it this time.
Volo: [cracking his knuckles]
Volo: Manslaughter it is
sifallorsum。
the hunt. volo spoke as though it were a mutually shared thing, this obsession, this curse, when such was far from the truth. what consumed him night and day was kept at a healthy arm’s length from cogita, knowing that the wild flames of passionate dedication could rapidly devour all in their path, including oneself. already did she see the suggestions of the flames burning the edges of him away, leaving nothing more than smoldering ashes.
an index tapped idle against the side of her cup.
‘ is that so? ‘ her voice maintained a level tone, sharply contrasting the giddiness in his. ‘ you haven’t a single idea if collecting these little trinkets will do much of anything, dear. what do you hope for at the end of this? ‘
a casually spoken question with the weight of the world burdening it. much like the ever-building weights volo added to himself with every newly discovered, obsessive thought, ‘til he would long sink beneath the ocean waters he treaded, and sunk down to the abyss below.
‘ as a traveling merchant, i know you haven’t a tidy shelf to maintain a collection like this upon. ‘
❛ what is a settler’s tidy shelf to a merchant if not the compartments stocked in his rucksack ! you know me, cogita ; i prefer to keep my valuables stored as close to me as i possibly can … i would imagine any sane person would do the same ! ❜ a delighted chuckle tickles at the base of his throat。 in answer, he lifts a hand, presses boned backs of knuckles against the hardened curves。 delight still lights his eyes as if he clenches it tight in his fist, squeezing what essence he can use to wear as a mask over himself。 let him have this let him have the world!
if his demeanour shall remain shrouded, he’ll do it in whatever style he likes。 impatient legs carry the merchant around the curve of the table, then near the flaps of her tent。
❛ cogita, dear, haven’t you ever desired for anything ? to collect something so magnificent to you that you would walk to the ends of the world for it ? ❜ surely, even such a well composed woman such as she had found solace in a collection of some sort。 anything ! ❛ the plates are simply interests of mine … i wonder, if i should collect them all, would i uncover something grand ? ❜ ( arceus itself ; the wielder’s greatest desire of all … ) ❛ why shouldn’t i find out for myself ? ❜
a pause。 ❛ for all of us, i mean。 ❜
aqotheosis。
With careful steps (even though by this point he’s memorized where every stick and pebble lay, it simply wouldn’t do to risk stumbling before this interesting new acquaintance) he approaches the set of pouches, taking one in each hand and bringing them to his face for a brief sniff. He’s thoughtful yet unsure until he reaches the pouch of pecha berries and his eyes twinkle.
“Here we are! This will do just fine.” He says with a gleam, returning the other pouch to its place besides the rest and keeping the pecha berries for himself. He simply doesn’t care to clarify whether he was meant to take just one or the whole pouch.
“Tales of Hisui… that’s quite a broad request!” He gestures widely for emphasis. “Hisui and her legends are what I know best! Her history is the ichor in my veins, it’ll be a challenge to pick just one…! But I won’t disappoint, you can be sure of that.”
What would be a good one to start with? He brings his arms in again, the one not holding the pouch of berries now rests against his chin in thought. His gaze flits to the most damaged of the structures around them; the shattered pedestal carrying nothing but six broken legs. Its silhouette is unrecognizable compared to when he first saw it… back when he still tended to its shrine. Back when it was still loved.
“This creature… That is to say, the creature this tragic pile of stone once depicted, are you at all familiar with it, Volo?” He doesn’t look towards Volo again, pale eyes remaining on the vague and cracked shapes before him. “I’ve heard tales of what this being once looked like, long before this place was forsaken. Tales of how this statue appeared before it was struck down and left in disarray. Would hearing that be satisfactory?”
an interesting character, this new sanctus; this encounter in the very rarities of nature itself, so far from everything, yet so close to the crumbled histories of hisui herself。 perhaps sanctus exists as a walking font of knowledge, the stairway to every piece of understanding he has ever wanted to grasp。 if he must lose a pouch of pecha berries for these tales, then he would gather treefuls of the fruit for the next time they met ( if that’s what it takes ! )。
you sound like just the person i’ve dreamt of running into!
( but secrets must stay secrets until they’re ready to be revealed, in grandiose & unforgettable smile ! ) so he smiles, pleasant and calm, ever the picture of grace & welcome ; the glint in his eye, though, speaks of deep intrigue。 ❛ i’ll welcome any amount of a take you might be able to offer me。 ❜ lest the offer be snatched by any prod from volo。 he knows himself : knows well that his spurring can become a bit much, even for one like himself。
his gaze lingers on sanctus one moment longer before he finally turns away, pacing to the cracked structure, the chipped pedestal。 it must once have been a glorious sight to behold, one volo wishes he’d had a chance to spot, once upon a time。 jagged stone stuck, splintered, up towards the heavens。 there is a reason why these are called ruins。
❛ i heard this pokémon was named giratina。 that it was banished from this world for its violence。 ❜ beneath his veil of hair, his eye shuts ; soon, his single-gaze moves to sanctus again, a faint smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 。 ❛ yes, i think your tales of it will be enough for me! ❜
the game continues, delicate touch grazing the back of his hand as she reaches past his shoulder for a jar up on shelf beside the table he sits at. her front grazes the back of his head, lulling heart ever close to ear.
chest taps tight against the edge of the table, fingers tensed and prepared, already, for the strength of the presence dipping forward to loom over him。 perhaps she frames it as an incident ‘only joking!’ but he knows better。 all plot weaving the strands of her mind; all meant to invade his own, coil 'round partially-formed thoughts, to imbue their very influence into the hair-thin cracks。 two can play at this game。
gaze remains at the scrawls of his journal, half-finished。 the sentence isn't even finishing … he finds no desire to focus on them, now。 surreptitiously is the turn of his head, just enough that he has a view in his peripheries, stronger scent between the eyes。 ❛ you could've asked me to get it。 ❜
amnyon。
@arceun
Where did Volo’s hat go? Ah! There it is. But wait, what’s this? Some strange thing has curled up perfectly inside it, its own tail wrapped all around itself.
something strange indeed。 volo has not a single clue what this pokémon could be — or whether or not it's friendly。 frankly, he doesn't known how his hat had gotten all the way over here … it quite cute, isn't it?
❛ hello … who are you ? ❜
i'm completely obsessed with the au i thought up, so i'm just gonna go ahead and make it my canon main post-pla au that volo is back in jubilife village working on the farm as forced penance for his actions. he's forced there because [ redacted ]. i'm also writing a fic on it, so once i post the first chapter, i'll link anyone interested so that you can get a better understanding of the changes to his character / personality that results from his fall.
the first chapter … is posted …
chapter 2 is up !!!
volo is kind of an awful person, huh
if volo turns his left side to you, it means he thinks you're of no harm to him. he can't see his left side past the bridge of his nose, so that's one, very big indication of what he thinks of you.
it can also mean he trusts you. good luck trying to figure out how he actually feels now!
