choke on your righteousness

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[prisonicmorality]

► canon divergent, headcanon heavy VOLO from POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS ► 20+ ONLY due to dark themes. Please read the CARRD before interacting.

► a study in:yearning, loss, desperation, cursing God, clinging to your hate and anger, trying to be better, the fool beginning his journey, insatiable curiosity, eternal loneliness, self isolation, false ego and the self-loathing underneath

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// written and loved by niko ( 30+ | he/him | cst )// BANNER ART CREDIT: nartothelar, myself

►triggering content may be mentioned including, but not limited to, blood, violence, religious trauma, religious fanaticism, past child abuse and neglect, death.

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►VERSES { main verse | god's wraith @/exnusquam | hisui/post-pla }

[soapypypypyy-deactivated2025102]

He also looked curiously at one of the clouds, thinking there was something there, until heard the man imitating spanish perfectly, Akari's eyes widened in surprise and went very pale...

—¡A la verg-! —exclaims, almost leaving a ''bad word'', considering that should lower his voice and be polite. —Sabes hablar español, now you can tell it to someone who doesn't know, i guess, in spanish sounds uglier. —mumbled, wanted to say, it came out naturally, he'd even be embarrassed to show him the millions of insults that exist. Akari shook his head, maybe should stop overthinking.

[prisonicmorality]

Volo had been in the middle of making note of the phrase in one of his pocket notebooks when Akari's stunned words made him pause.

He finished his thought without looking at the page, clicked the pen, and snapped the notebook shut.

"What's with the shock? I'm worldly." He said it like that explained a damn thing. The guy had such a dopey expression it was a little grating. Was he that surprised that Volo was a quick learner? It wasn't like he had anything to do but learn how to pick things up quick. Besides, it was just a phrase. It wasn't like he was speaking it fluently.

He scoffed, reaching over - and flicking Akari lightly between the eyes.

"Quit looking at me like that. Your face'll get stuck like that or something."

[daathicae]

Send a  ƸӜƷ and a question for an answer from my muse as a child.

if you don’t have a specific question, you can tell them whatever you like to see their reaction! 

[hushedmusings]

PIN MY MUSE

[excalibourne]

rpmemes-galore:

disillusionedhumanity:

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose

Adds some tbh, I need more variety:

Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT

Send “HA” to pin my muse against the wall as a JOKE

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

Send “LISTEN” to hug my muse against the wall to let them know they LOVE THEM

[soapypypypyy-deactivated2025102]

Averted his face, suggesting that the younger man was accustomed to this kind of special treatment, from local citizens to foreigners from elsewhere. Contrary to the opponent's reaction, Akari possessed the patience of a saint. If the other farmers and those close to him were in the area, they would have readily agreed to abandon the stranger for one of the snowy mountains (even if he were the only one defending someone they all considered a sick villain). The young one was able to unmask the stranger's true intentions and feelings, right?

Continued on his way, taking the trouble of this vain moment. Maybe it wasn't worth it, maybe it was. He didn't have the heart to leave the other there either. The young man was endearingly kind and even, somewhat innocently, surprised by situations the people didn't understand. If the blond had been sincere, he couldn't have been that cruel, something preferable to his gentlemanly approach, which was even frightening. While performing mundane tasks like carrying incense, the Pearl of Sinnoh began to suffer from an intense headache. He remained still for a few moments, caressing the fruit carried with him. Remembering to make his way through the forest, every time, no matter the means, the same result occurs.

That summer's sun began to lazily fall on the landscape. They both arrived at the shrine. A timeless aura lovingly draped the verdant Eden. The melody of the wind whispered the past, but Akari can hear more than that. Perhaps not every time, but that tune was there; he sensed it. The hero had to signal to the man that he should go to the cemetery for a moment, to make sure the other could go next.

Descending the steps from the hill leading to the shrine, apologizing for bothering him. He went down carefully, taking a moment for the stranger so could leave him alone with the incense. After all, the time for offerings or any other activity was sacred. Akari came across a worn note attached to the memorial where he usually went so he could take good care of it. ''Fujino'' was the surname of his family clan, whose father and mother had passed away some time ago. His eyes trace the lines, swallowing the heart, he has always stopped to stare at the memorial, without any reaction, without a soul, he had bottled up all his own essence years ago.

He silently tore the paper, being kind to himself as returned to the shrine and made this event go away. Until peered behind the memorial, his hands trembling, unable to stop looking at the other notes hiding repulsive, disgusting comments. Akari could tolerate them; after all. However, seeing the filth of those words written behind his family's memorial made him want to get rid of it all. The more he tried to remove it with the sleeve of his yukata, the worse it got. For the first time, a single tear had fallen on his cheek.

[prisonicmorality]

Volo was glad to relieve himself of the burden of the incense when they finally reached the shrine, the journey having been filled by an uncomfortable silence with Volo staring at the back of the young man's head and trying to, once more, figure out what to do. Had this been him a hundred-fifty years ago, he probably would have wanted to wring his scrawny neck just for having the same face as the Akari from Hisui.

But as it was, all he wanted to do was leave.

He took a stick of incense down to the shrine, went through the steps to cleanse his hands, rid himself of filth and negativity, let thoughts of his fallen Pokemon and Ginter fill his mind rather than the bitterness of disgust and uncertainty.

Nothing else mattered.

He lit the incense, stuck it in the sand and ash, pressed his palms together and breathed.

It was short, he didn't have much to say, just regrets that he'd spent so long wallowing and hadn't moved forward until it was too late for them. That hopefully they knew he hadn't meant for things to end so foolishly, that he wished they could see him now. He had moved forward finally, taken the first step, and then the next.

Volo wasn't a good person.

He probably never would be.

But he was a person who wasn't standing still anymore.

Standing, Volo muttered farewells to his Pokemon and his old friend, and turned away, heading back up the hill - only to pause when he caught sight of Akari tearing paper up and rubbing at something on the back of a memorial. He should go. It wasn't his business.

"What's got you all weepy?" Volo asked, halting behind the younger man and turning his attention to what Akari was trying to remove. "Someone graffiti a grave or something? Need a hand with it?"

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Akari opened his eyes in genuine surprise. Had the man drink the water? He could barely breathe at how strange the situation had become. A fleeting giggle escaped his lips as waved the hands apologetically. A curious memory surfaced through his blank space.

—No...um, it's just so you could drink water, Volo.

Akari paused for a moment, quickly taking the note, his cheeks had a light, tender pink. He kept to himself the fact that he'd said the blond's name, which was both endearing and silly. —Oh, of course...you say ''No te pregunté'', if there are several people, it's ''Nadie te preguntó''. —a certain nervousness was noted in the voice, and then he turned his face so that the blonde wouldn't see him.

[prisonicmorality]

Why did it feel like he was being laughed at all of a sudden? Maybe he'd misunderstood the situation to begin with. He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking up at the sky as if expecting an answer to be written in the clouds or something.

He also felt a little itchy hearing the guy say his name. Kind of like an allergic reaction.

"Right, right... no te pregunté... nadie te preguntó..." He was going to have to remember those. Those phrases would come in handy honestly.

[downtrainmorelikegonetrain]

"DO. NOT. LAUGH. THIS IS SERIOUS." In lieu of swatting Volo's hands away he just shook him even harder. If he let go of him, he could get away. Emmet was not going to let him get away until this was settled- until he knew he was safe from any further harassment. Work had become Emmet's escape in more ways than one. When he was working, it was easier to focus on what had to be done instead of allowing his thoughts to spiral out of control. It was also some much needed away time from his extremely irritating impromptu roommate. He could not lose this precious alone time.

"Conrad..." Emmet sounded deeply disappointed- betrayed. Dare I say, heartbroken. Was this payback for scaring him when he'd first been hired? Would he really do something like that to him? You know what, it didn't matter. Volo was still the one responsible for this in the end. "I cannot believe you did this." Actually, he could. This is exactly the type of thing he would do. "Where did you hand in your resume? We're going to get it. Right now." And he was going to shred it right in front of him and make him watch and maybe just as a little treat threaten to put him through the shredder too.

[prisonicmorality]

Oh Emmet was so pissed. Felt great to get that kind of reaction actually, especially after all the times Emmet had irritated him while Volo had been trying to play nice. It had been a while since Volo had gotten on his nerves like that, so it took a lot of stress off his shoulders. He should do this more often. It was worth whatever manhandling or cold shoulder he would get just to hear that note of acidity in Emmet's voice.

So all he could do was bite his inner cheek and try not to laugh as Emmet shook him violently for daring to job hunt at his station.

He didn't do a very good job, snickering despite his best efforts.

He hummed with faux thoughtfulness, gaze averted as he "tried to remember" where he had dropped the application off at. He shrugged. "Sorry, Boss~ I don't remember where I dropped it off at." Volo replied with a careless shrug.

He forced his smile down and gave Emmet a look of innocent disappointment. It was a fight for his life, but he managed it. Somehow.

"But what's wrong? I would have thought that you would be happy to get me out of the house more often." His disappointment gave way to a flirtatious, sly smile as he curled his hand around Emmet's tie and tugged him closer by it.

"Ooooor are you just saying you'd like to keep me all to yourself, huh?"

[noshameherefolks]

giving head, but as a form of domination. like, you hold their pleasure in your hands ( mouth ). You get to decide if they cum. You get to decide how fast, slow, drawn out the whole thing is. Even better if they're tied down so they can't grab your head to try to move you, or get off faster. Because, you might be on your knees for them, but you're still in control.

[prisonicmorality]

just a headsup that replies are gonna be a little slow for the next few weeks, because i'm doing a game jam and its taking up all my brain power

[ghstmemes]

SEND ME 🤍 + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…     [   VOL. 3   ]

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

Who cooks meals for the other?

Who spams the other with memes? 

Who likes to tidy around the house?

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

Who asked the other to move in with them?

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

[downtrainmorelikegonetrain]

The way he blinked back up towards the other was like a kid finally getting picked for someone's kickball team- surprised, relieved, hopeful and for once, Emmet allowed his gaze to flicker off to the side to avoid the direct eye contact- like he used to in his youth. Three decades of self conditioning suddenly gone in an instant and he felt like he was still kicking his sneakers in the dirt as he struggled to work up the nerve to be verbal around anyone other than his brother.

"I will... have someone fill in for me." He finally decided, still not quite meeting Volo's eyes. He hurriedly stood up and pushed in his chair, placing his plate and bowl in the sink with his back towards the other as he internally scolded himself for acting so pathetic. He was that lonely, wasn't he? Of course he was. How couldn't he be? Other than Elesa, Volo was all he had right now. He didn't want to accept that as the truth, but it really was the truth.

Without any warning or indication Emmet suddenly spun back around, offering up an obnoxious, overbearing grin that felt far more comfortable- more familiar.

"I should prrrobably ride along just in case." He gave a few rapid nods. He wasn't sure which one of them he was trying to convince. "So you don't try to keep any of our money for yourself." Usually the 'our' implied his brother, but he'd been gone for so long that any remaining salary was entirely Emmet's so it suddenly felt a bit off when he said it.

"Please wait." He quickly marched away, coming back moments later with his wallet in hand. "Ready to depart." The announcement was, of course, habitually paired with a small salute.

[prisonicmorality]

Wait, Emmet was really going to call in? For real?

Volo almost backtracked on his offer, suddenly panicking just slightly as he imagined how their current pleasant interaction was going to cave in and collapse in on itself. It was practically a house of cards, and Volo was five miles ahead, already imagining the house tumbling down before it had even gotten bad.

And what was with the whole "our money" thing?

Was he talking about his and Ingo's money or was he doing that overly familiar thing again? Either way, he was leaving Volo wondering just what exactly Emmet wanted from him.

It was so much easier when men just wanted a pretty face to fuck because at least then he knew where he stood: an object that benefited from being used. And that was fine. That was preferred actually. He would get a warm bed, their wallet, and something fun to help him get to sleep.

But fucking Emmet.

The guy hadn't shown a lick of interest in him at all. He didn't even know if Emmet was just lonely and keeping him around because he filled space, or if he just wanted him around because he was trying to get Ingo back, or what. Actually, he wouldn't be at all surprised if it were some combination of the two. He certainly wasn't about to make any assumptions that he personally mattered one bit to Emmet.

Emmet really was insufferable.

"Huuuh... uh, alright?" Volo pushed himself to his feet, running a hand through his hair. He dropped his plate off in the sink and for the brief time that Emmet was gone, he went over the mental checklist he had for groceries. As he went over it, he pulled on his boots.

Pokechow, berries, chicken, beef, they were almost out of salt, maybe some sneakers because he was getting tired of the boots, and it had been a long time since he'd been comfortable walking. Curry blocks, carrots—

He snorted.

What was with the salute? Weirdo.

"I can see that. Well. Since you're coming with, and you're the one with the credit card, I'll leave paying for the expensive things to you." Which was mostly the meat and the Pokechow since there were so many Pokemon to feed. His own barely needed physical food, they mostly just liked them as treats, and his Togekiss mostly ate mashed berries and the softer kibble. "You should bring Eelektross. It's been getting restless, so getting out'll do it some good."

He left his jacket hanging up.

It wasn't cold enough for him to need it and for a moment he reached for the hair tie in his pocket, but—

Maybe he would let his hair stay down for a bit. Wasn't bad to let it down now and then.

[skullkxd]

“Don’ worry. I never throw up food. That’s the worst sin of all.”

They say it seriously, which, like… it is, to them. Ree fishes the kaarage Musubi out, unwrapping it and pulling a piece of egg out to toss to Rocky. He snaps it up excitedly, tail wagging as Ree takes a bite themself.

“This can last me two days if I’m careful,” they add, a bit of wonder in their voice. They take another bite, before pulling out a piece of meat to feed their dog. Ree glances up at the question, raising their eyebrows.

“Make one? You can do that?”

[prisonicmorality]

Well, two days is better than one.

Volo glanced down at Rose, then away. This kid reminded them a lot of himself back at that age. Trying to fend for himself with no one but Pokemon to teach him anything because the only lessons he'd learned from his parents and the temple were hard ones.

It made him a little sick honestly.

"... Hm. Yeah, it's pretty easy. C'mon. Let's see, where was that bamboo patch from here... oh. And I'll show you how to clean a fish properly. It'll take some practice, but, you'll figure it out."

It wasn't going to fix him, but it could at least make a kid a little less likely to go hungry.

[skullkxd]

“Ohhhhh. So you mean like how sometimes I’ll sneak into tourist groups for the free lunches cause nobody would expect a kid to do that.”

That makes sense. Ree nods their head, before looking to the menu. Their eyebrows raise when Volo mentions getting whatever they want.

“you really mean it? I don’ mind being hungry. I can just dig stuff outta the garbage later if I get hungry again.”

Seems like it’s something they’re used to. Ree hums for a moment, finger pressed against their lips, before pointing.

“I want the kaarage, an’ a haupia! Haupia is my favorite dessert. Is that okay?”

[prisonicmorality]

"Did I stutter? I said get whatever you want."

Sheesh. You'd think a kid that was hungry enough to be walking up to random strangers on the street would be a little more eager about the whole "whatever you want" part of the sentence. It wasn't often that Volo ran into a polite con artist.

Shaking his head, Volo raised a brow. "Is that gonna be enough for the- whatever. Yeah, that's fine."

He strode up to the counter, placing their order. He ordered more than Rose had asked for, most of it just a shot in the dark, but the kid needed some meat on their bones and their Pokemon probably needed something too.

It was a quick transaction, and a bit cheaper than he'd expected.

Nice surprise.

The second they left the shop, Volo dug out his own food - for him and his Pokemon - and then dropped the bag into Rose's hands. "There. That ought to get you and your Pokemon through the day or whatever. Don't stuff yourself if you aren't used to eating a lot though, you'll throw up, and that's a waste of food. Now. Do you wanna learn how to make a fishing rod?"

[prisonicmorality]

—So, this is called in spanish ''Agua'', it's simple when you can deduce from ''Aqua'' —points to the water. Akari didn't usually feel like an expert in something like Spanish, but at least could teach the basics. —''Vaso'', means the glass, what's in it. —explains.

—Um...so when you have to remind someone to drink the water. —pauses, writing on the note: ''Bebe el vaso de agua.''

What... when did I ask this guy for Spanish lessons?

He hadn't. Not even in passing. He was perfectly content to just bullshit his way through conversations in Paldea... so why was Akari teaching him Spanish? Why did it feel like he was being scolded? He drank plenty of water...

...

Well, enough.

It wasn't like he was going to die of dehydration unless Arceus really wanted to have a laugh about it. Wouldn't that just be his luck? The most humiliating way to die if he was thinking about it.

"... How do you say 'I didn't ask?'" Rude. It wasn't like he made any effort not to be rude around him though.

[prisonicmorality]

shouting at everyone that i updated my rules page on my general carrd, but for folks who don't want to open the carrd up, i'll post it here.

IMPORTANT NOTE If you follow any of my blogs, if I have the spoons for it, I will @ your blog and make sure the characters acknowledge yours being present. It's encouraged that you reply, but you don't have to. I want to foster the open community that used to be tumblr rpc, because I'm tired of being socially anxious so I'm just going to show my age and go back to old school interaction rules. If you don't want to reply, you don't need to and you can just ignore it. Otherwise, you following me makes me assume that you're okay with this, because it's in the carrd, and you must have read it. This is me opening the door to every interaction, regardless of muse.

basically, i'm gonna go through the last week's worth of new followers on the blogs i'm currently active on (leon, volo, amethio) and queue some stuff up over the next few days. if you're not cool with follower greetings, then say so in the replies and i'll knock you off my list for the queue.

[prisonicmorality]

@downtrain // continued from here

And here Volo had almost considered telling Emmet it was just an April Fool's day prank. No way in hell was he actually going to get the job; no one would believe that his phone number or social security number was some combination of Funny Numbers (69, 420, 42, a few digits of Pi, etc). And there was no way they were desperate enough to just hire the first jackass that sent in an application.

Emmet really didn't need to worry that much.

It would take a total fluke of nature for him to be depot agent material in any way.

"Snnrk-" Volo made a noise of amusement, trying not to laugh at Emmet's seriousness. "Aww, don't be like that. We're already working together, what's the problem with more time together, huh, boss?"

He patted Emmet's cheeks with both hands.

"And no, it was Conrad."

It was definitely Deborah, but Emmet (probably) liked Conrad more so his job was (probably) safe.

[orcposts]

do not go gentle into that good night

[orcposts]

be a bit of a bitch about it