#voloposting

[takemetotheastralagain]

I wanna show off my new daughter Pizza she’s elegant and beautiful and she’s based on a margherita pizza because she was perfect on hatching

[cl3ffaa]

this guy again

[smolcrow465]

I made a togepi for volo & I'm now fucking obsessed with her (& he is too)

shes so fuckin cute I cabt

[purraah]

Hello I have no idea how to use this app

[vsinclair]

"liking volo is just a phase, you'll grow out of it" no. you don't understand. i am him. and he is me. I've loved him since legends arceus released. i block literally every person that slanders him because I genuinely freak out too much when someone hates on him. I FREAK OUT when someone even SLIGHTLY references him. I BUY THINGS BASED OFF THIS MAN (ex. togekiss plushie I have, I only bought it because of his togekiss).

even if i were to like a character more, he'll still always be lurking in my mind. I don't know how.

[maxdreavus]

[theexaltedmoon]

Yandere!Volo x Reader

Mount Coronet Rendezvous

Something about the summit of Mount Coronet was unsettling but nostalgic. From the snow drifting on the cliffside and decorating your shoulders to the stairs of the Temple of Sinnoh – well what was previously known as the Temple of Sinnoh, coming back to this place stirred up a roaring cacophony of emotions that was only made worse by the man sitting in the center of it all. You thought he had left. You thought he had vanished into the wilderness of Hisui like a wandering vagabond, and yet, Volo stood tall and confident smack dab in the center of the marble platform. This was unexpected to say the very least, and he was fast approaching! Not hostile but losing one’s guard around Volo would spell certain disaster.

            “Hello, my ever-persistent hero~” Volo purred. Yes, something was most definitely wrong with Volo. He wanted nothing to do with you the last time you two were near each other. You are certain he wanted you very much dead. “What’s this? You seem surprised to see me? You know, I have had change of heart, my dear. Growlithes can change their stripes after all.”

You were quick to step back from the ever-encroaching Celestica reject, not allowing him to desecrate your space any longer. “Volo, Growlithes don’t change their spots.” Your tone was bordering on wary. Rightfully so.

“Is that so, my little hero?” He comes so close, so painfully close that you can feel everything pressed up against you, and there is no where to go. No where to run. You were already against the marble pillar, back flattened and all. “Perhaps that is true, but they change when they evolve, eh?”

The finger he would usually wag right under your nose in that superior know it all attitude was now left tracing your jawline as he stared on delving into your eyes with something starving and fierce like a wild Pokémon. His face drew nearer as he stole the breath from your lungs, kissing fiercely with no forgiveness. He bit and clawed at you, far from human, and from your lips he drew the silent gasp, the unheard prayer. Which, Volo took no prisoners and urgently mapped out the cavern of your mouth. He gave you no chance to fight back, no chance to counter. Everything that surrounded you was him and him alone.

When he was finished, he drew back and wiped the saliva that had sullied his face, but Volo did not seem bothered in the slightest. The expected disgust he should have had for you, what you had expected him to direct towards you was instead some twisted satisfaction and a shitty smirk that split his face. Nothing could stop the horror from growing within your chest, and a piece of you pondered just exactly why this was happening. You settled your bearings and refused to meet his eye as you too wiped furiously at your lips and chin. His attention would not tear itself away from you, and the weight of it upon your shoulders made it blaringly clear that you would need to be the one to stop this.             “You can’t beat me in a battle! You can’t meet Arceus. So you ‘sully’ his quote unquote chosen one? What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you, Volo!” You screamed at him, now shaking. First there was a snort and a brief chuckle. It was followed shortly by the unsettling roar of uneven laughter. It was too jovial for this to be anything other than manic.             “Volo?” You asked cautiously.             He shook his head and rubbed his forehead as his eyes twisted shut with manic glee. “Oh, my foolish little hero. You don’t seem to understand just what has changed.”

Okay, now this pissed you off, “Yeah actually. Explain yourself.”             “Oh darling dear of mine,” he made to grab the collar of your uniform, “Oh sweet hero of Hisui. You – yes, you – are my new religion, and you are going nowhere.”

[legendsobsessions]

Well, the Torracat is thoroughly out of the bag now. Let's clarify some things, and I'm very, very sorry for the confusion:

The Cynthia that has been on this blog for the past... week? Something like that, was not actually me. That said, given how concerning the Light of Dusk has been and their allegations of having kidnapped me—which were not true, by the way, they used some clever video editing to make it look like I was in considerably more trouble than I was—I can see why someone pretending to be me was necessary. It likely would have worked, too, if it hadn't been for... well, me. Oops.

The Light of Dusk, it seems, was almost entirely ex-Galactic. Which explained the warp panels. There were too many warp panels. (It also makes the fact that Nova—or as they may be better known offline, Cyrus—never returned from their meeting with them last night considerably more concerning. They have their Pokemon and I suspect Giratina was with them, so I'm going to choose to hope that they're laying low for a bit to protect themself.)

In the interest of transparency (and the fact that, while they did an... alright job of pretending to be me, several of you clearly suspected the truth at least) I'm going to have the individual that was pretending to be me properly introduce themself to you all.

...Must I do this? I already agreed to talk about this with... others... in private.

You decided to turn Pelipper Mail on, and also lied to quite a lot of people no matter how well-intentioned it was, so yes.

............Fine. Though I would like to point out, for the record, that this was Cyrus's idea.

I'm a... relative of Cynthia's. I like history, battling, and making things myself so that I don't have to support Pokemarts. They/them or he/him, it doesn't much matter to me.

And what would you like Rotomblr to call you?

Does it matter? I won't be here for long.

You will be answering the questions of those you lied to, so yes.

If you insist, then... call me Volo.