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So I drew the whole 16 V3 kids and redesigned most of them. I will probably redesign some of them even more (especially Tenko because I'm still not happy with what I did with her clothes, blah).

I also included some random doodles.

Kiyo can wear a skirt, as a treat.

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Why?: Volo x Reader

After everything you've been through, you can't help but be kind to him. But why?

Spoilers for post-post-game.

You were hardly aware of the tall grass crunching under your feet as you hiked along the cliffside. You had searched every nook and cranny for the slightest hint of the man who betrayed you. Why were you looking for him? Why did you care? After hours of trekking and months of searching, you didn't have enough energy to ponder them.

You turned a jagged corner and ducked under an overhang when suddenly you saw it: a hole in the rock face that was just big enough for a large person to squeeze through. You impulsively stuck your head in the gap and let out a gasp.

The cave was decorated with various artifacts that you had never seen before. If that wasn't obvious enough, a yellow and white bedroll was spread across the floor. This had to be it.

"Hello."

You turned around and instinctively threw your arms over your face, cowering from a blow that didn't come. You slowly lowered your arms to see a frustratingly beautiful man staring down at you.

Time had not been kind to Volo. His hair was unkept and knotted, and his once-white tunic was streaked with dirt and grime. It was almost... pitiful.

As if reading your thoughts, he looked down and cringed at his own appearance. "The wilderness was- easier to traverse in my Ginko Guild uniform."

You were shocked by his lack of aggression, but more than that you were shocked by your own. It was by pure instinct that you sought out this man, this man who had tried everything to strike you down. Did time alone in the wilderness make you placid? Did it make him placid?

You searched your pockets and pulled out a haircomb made of finely carved Magikarp bone.

Volo's expression shifted as you offered it to him. He was always hard to read, but now that you know what he's capable of, his true emotions were even more unknown. "Why." he finally said.

You looked down at your feet, not knowing the answer to his question. To his thousand unspoken questions. Because you were my friend? Because I learned a lot from you?Because even though you tried to strike me down I somehow kind of respect you?

"Because your hair is messy."

Volo snatched the comb from your hand and gingerly attempted to run it through his once-beautiful hair, but the teeth quickly got stuck in a matted section.

"Let me help," you offered.

He tried in vain to break up the tangled blond mass before finally tossing the comb at you and sitting down on a rock with a huff.

You gently took his hair between your fingers, assessing the damage. It was clear that he had at least bathed during his exile, but river water could only do so much. It would take hours to detangle it all.

Volo fidgeted under the heat of your gaze and the touch of your hands. He looked like he wanted to speak, but the two of you were locked in an inescapable silence as you began slowly fixing his hair. He knew you wouldn't fall for his usual charms. You knew he wouldn't respond well to talk of redemption. You worked in silence until you gently draped a freshly detangled lock over Volo's shoulder.

"Thank you."

You both spoke the words at the exact same time. Volo turned to see you stifling a laugh with one hand loosely placed over your smile.

"You're welcome." You both quipped simultaneously.

Now Volo was laughing. Oh Almighty Sinnoh how you missed that laugh. It reminded you of your adventures together seeking out legendary pokemon. Before Spear Pillar. You sighed and looked at him wistfully. His round face and sharp chin, his half-lidded grey eyes that squinted a little when he smiled, his strong arms that you could finally appreciate through his threadbare tunic. In that moment you realized you were finally seeing the real Volo.

"Why?" Volo asked again, as soft as a song.

As you searched for the right words you suddenly felt the weight of your pack dig into your shoulders. You dropped it in front of you and held out the comb again.

"Because your hair could have been messy."

You reached into your pack and pulled out a set of fine clothes woven with threads of gold.

"Because your clothes could have been dirty."

You reached in again and pulled out a set of tinctures and bandages.

"Because you could have been hurt."

Again and again you pulled countless gifts from your pack. Sweet-smelling soaps, a collection of leather-bound novels, a set of hand-drawn illustrations of each of his Pokemon, warm woolen socks. Each gift with a sentiment. A worry. A prayer.

Volo gazed at you as you spilled your heart onto the rocks by his feet. The chosen vessel of his silent god was here, worrying for him. Seeking him out. Spending months of time and wages just to ensure his well-being. A few months ago he would have called you foolish. Before that, he would have shoved down his emotions and thought of you as a useful tool. But now? All of the feelings he desperately tried to ignore since the day you met came flooding back.

In an instant you were in his arms. You hadn't even registered that he stood up, yet here you were swallowed up by his mass. Your head pressed against his chest as he cradled your body with ease. You melted into each other's touch, breathing in the mountain air.

You gazed up at him, noticing the soft intensity in his eyes as he stared back. His arms shifted slightly, tightening his grip around you. Unkempt as he was, Volo was still beautiful.

"Why?" You asked.

You could feel Volo's chuckle vibrate through his body before trailing off into little hums. He removed one hand from your embrace and ran his fingers along the combed section of his golden hair. It was his turn to lay his heart bare to you.

With every chance encounter, Volo had grown to admire your love for Pokemon. With every legendary pokemon and plate you tracked down together he began to grow fond of your presence. The world was so unfair, and yet over the past months Volo found himself yearning for the company of its protector.

"Because... I love you."

Volo said it with certainty. No smirk on his face or humor in his expression. A few months ago he considered you proof that life was nothing but unfair to him. Now, you were proof that the world was kind.

You squeezed him even tighter and buried your face in his chest. It was only after catching the sound of Volo's racing heartbeat that you realized you never gave him an answer.

"I love you too."

Volo smiled his signature toothy grin and suddenly your feet were off the ground. The both of you laughed as he spun you around with adrenaline-filled joy.

The two of you collapsed onto the rock with you in his lap, enjoying each other's warmth. You reached to run your fingers through his hair when you remembered. You pulled the comb from your pocket and began untangling a second lock of hair. You could stare directly at his face now. You liked this smile much better than the smirk he used to wear. This one crinkled his eyes into a warm expression and rounded his cheeks. The more you stared, the more you noticed a pink blush creep across his face.

"May I kiss you?" You found yourself asking.

"Are you sure?" Volo's smile faltered. Another set of unspoken questions. Are you sure you want to trust me again? Are you sure I'm worthy? Are you sure you want to love me?

"Yes." You breathed.

Volo's lips crashed into yours with surprising intensity. His grip on your body tightened as he poured every ounce of passion he had ever had right into your lips. You let out a squeak of surprise as he leaned you further down until your head was parallel to the ground. His hand cushioned your head against the rock as you felt his whole torso pressing on your body.

Every moment you thought he'd break away he didn't. You were locked in your embrace as the sun began to set and the heavens began to unfurl. Finally, when you thought you'd fall asleep with your lips against his, Volo slowly pulled back and searched your expression. Was that too much?

"I- wasn't expecting that."

"I've waited a long time." Volo said simply.

You suddenly became aware that the gifts you bought were still scattered at your feet. "It's getting dark. May I stay the night and care for you?"

"It would be an honor."

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posts i’ve tagged as volo

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The balance between corporate and genuine is unmatched, love it <3

Hello 🙃

Can I request a letter from your special please?

To introduce myself, my name is Laya and my pronouns are she/her.

I'd love to get a Valentine's Day letter from Rose in which he confesses his love to me 😊

(I know he is an ass but somehow I like him 😅)

Precious Laya,

You don’t know how valuable you are to me. Your kindness is priceless in this time where things are most uncertain, for I don’t know how I could ever have survive the turmoil without your constant presence. You have been my lighthouse, certain in the face of the storm. There is no thanks big enough to show my appreciation.

I hope you can forgive me for this. I’m afraid I am too cowardly to admit these things to you in person. I fear your reaction, should you not feel the same as me.

Yes, my dear. My feelings for you have grown and blossomed not unlike the flowers I left at your doorstep with this letter. I care for you deeply, so deeply that I don’t think I could live a life without you by my side.

Please, I know I have not been the best man, but I promise that I will be good to you. If you would give me a chance, I’d be eternally grateful. Please, consider it? I’ll accept whatever you chose, but know if you are willing, I will be the whatever you need.

Forever yours,

Rose

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Puss in Boots Incorrect Quotes: but it's all things my friends have said

If you are my friends and you see this NO YOU DIDN'T

Puss

"I have balls for a reason, alright?"

"I'm a pretty little bimbo, so I don't work on anything except for my looks."

"I use 'puss up' sometimes instead of 'man up'. It's more fun."

Kitty

"You and all your friends concern me."

"You aren't a glove."

"You good? Well obviously you're not but-"

Jack Horner

"Don't talk about our closet water, it's not comfortable with who it is yet."

"A war movie? Which one, the Lorax?"

"All this slaying is really exhausting me"

"I make a great housewife."

Death/Lobo

"I love mass hysteria."

"I am a Leo and I like attention"

"we're fleshing out"

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That darn AI stealing our jobs 😡😡😡

why are you guys using AI to chat with fictional characters. i can do that with my mind

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I'm back babies

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Soup you are one of the first accounts i followed on here. I hope you feel better soon <3 As thanks for all the prompts I'm about to yoink from you, here's some comfort:

TSP Narrator & give-soup-please reader: Comfort

You feel the Narrator's presence envelop you like a warm blanket. Or, maybe it's the warm blanket he placed on your shoulders. Either way, the Narrator sits cross-legged facing you.

He takes your hands in his. "You don't have to tell me anything, my friend. I'll do plenty of talking for the both of us."

"You've made a lot of people very happy, you know." He started. "And that is a brilliant accomplishment! Truly, I'm so proud."

He noticed the way you looked away at his words, avoiding his gaze. With a reassuring squeeze of his hand, he continued: "But I know that it's tough to be the comforter all the time. And I should know, I certainly try very hard to make people happy. I'm constantly trying out new scripts, adding new elements, all for the express purpose of making my story engaging. It is, quite frankly, exhausting! And it is ok to be exhausted."

The Narrator moves to sit next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Your head rests in the crook of his neck.

"Did you know it took me almost 9 years to tell my next brilliant story after the first one was done? And you've been churning out brilliance on a regular basis! You certainly deserve to stop for approximately, well, as long as you want. Forever, even."

The narrator felt you jolt a little at the "f" word. "Yes, yes, I know. It's quite a long time, isn't it? But, if that is truly what you need, it is in your best interest to take it."

The Narrator drapes the blanket around the both of you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and leans in close.

"You are by no means obligated to stop, but please, rest. From one great storyteller to another."

I'm issuing a challenge to the TSP writing community.

I recognize this isn't traditionally something I do, but our time together is almost up, so the rules are being broken. First, a rhetorical question.

'Who comforts the comforter?'

Now, a prompt.

"The narrator provides kindness, comfort, and affirmation to someone who is exhausted." Or, just general light fluff where the narrator is decent to someone. Or just him talking about friendship, or love, or something. Or have him be a caretaker of some sort.

I don't normally do this, but- Hey, traditions were made to be broken. I'm in no condition to write today. But I'd love to read something, if someone is up for it.

You're welcome to reblog this with your own writing, or if you'd prefer something more private, my inbox is open.

I don't usually ask for help. It's not something I'm comfortable with, for reasons involving a rough past. Just- Please, if you can write something, even if it's just a sentence or two, or a snippet of dialogue, please lend me some comfort. I can fill people in on what's been going on, on my end later. I want to keep this request short so people's attention spans don't cause them to drift off. If you are capable and willing, please give me a boost.

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Hello! Yes okay, yes I am being normal about this and about talking to you, hello!

Would you ever consider giving Prof Laventon a shot? He’s my fav, but you don’t have to!

If not, maybe the Tarzan/wild man Ingo and Emmet that Ro and Jes were talking about a while ago?

I love you and your work very much! Please take care of yourself!! I look forward to whatever you post next!!

“But also—- oh dear, I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

Thank you for the excuse to draw a soft, soft man 🙏🙏🙏

I’ll probably do some more Wildman/Tarzan!Ingo in the future but I did throw some sketches at r0 lol

Please feel free to say hi any time, we can continue to be extremely normal about socializing. You take care of yourself as well!

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Anything for you @bellafragolina <3

Professor Laventon x Reader HCs: Cuddling

It me

Laventon is an old-fashioned Galarian gentleman, which is lovely and sweet- most of the time.

He would be terribly nervous about any new step in your relationship, especially something as intimate as cuddling. Where does he put his hands? How do you like to be held? What if he's too big to wrap your arms around?

But, just because he's anxious doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you. The thought of your warm body pressed against his crosses his mind far more frequently than he'd like to admit.

You are the one that initiates cuddle time, at first. Cue a lot of awkward repositioning and muttered apologies as you both try to make the other comfortable.

Once you both start to relax, Laventon reflects on how lucky he is, and how cute you look leaning against his chest, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his stomach. He can't help but to gradually blush a deep red.

For once, the chatty professor goes silent.

After your first cuddle session, you notice that Laventon plans a lot more expeditions to the Alabaster Icelands. He insists to Cyllene it's to study the ice types, but somehow you two don't complete many research tasks.

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Professor Laventon x Reader HCs: Cuddling

It me

Laventon is an old-fashioned Galarian gentleman, which is lovely and sweet- most of the time.

He would be terribly nervous about any new step in your relationship, especially something as intimate as cuddling. Where does he put his hands? How do you like to be held? What if he's too big to wrap your arms around?

But, just because he's anxious doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you. The thought of your warm body pressed against his crosses his mind far more frequently than he'd like to admit.

You are the one that initiates cuddle time, at first. Cue a lot of awkward repositioning and muttered apologies as you both try to make the other comfortable.

Once you both start to relax, Laventon reflects on how lucky he is, and how cute you look leaning against his chest, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his stomach. He can't help but to gradually blush a deep red.

For once, the chatty professor goes silent.

After your first cuddle session, you notice that Laventon plans a lot more expeditions to the Alabaster Icelands. He insists to Cyllene it's to study the ice types, but somehow you two don't complete many research tasks.

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REBLOGGED BY MY FAVORITE FIC AUTHOR???????

IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU'D THINK!!!!

Professor Laventon x Reader: Stealing his Hat

@bellafragolina made me do it /lh

Laventon's hat is cute, but it's just so stealable.

On an excursion to the Crimson Mirelands, both of you hang around the base camp, admiring the beauty of Hisui.

As Laventon is transfixed by some wild Geodude, your gaze wanders to the purple beanie atop his head. It looks awfully warm, doesn't it? Surely he wouldn't mind if you just-

YOINK

"Hey!" The professor cried. You placed the hat on your head and jumped backwards. He chased you around the camp, both of you laughing.

After a few loops around the camp, both of you collapse back where you started. As the adrenaline wore off, Laventon was able to get a good look at you in the hat. He noticed the way it complimented your hair, and how the too-big size made it flop over adorably.

Suddenly, the Professor snapped out of his trance. Was he admiring you? "Sorry! I just- um- my hat... it suits you."

Little does he know you were admiring right back. "I think your hair looks lovely too, although, it is a little squished."

You take this opportunity to playfully mess with his hair, combing your fingers through it in attempts to neaten it. Laventon laughed nervously and covered his face with his hands to hide his blush. "Be gentle!" he squeaked.

You silently decided, then and there, that you would be stealing his hat more often.

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Professor Laventon x Reader: Stealing his Hat

@bellafragolina made me do it /lh

Laventon's hat is cute, but it's just so stealable.

On an excursion to the Crimson Mirelands, both of you hang around the base camp, admiring the beauty of Hisui.

As Laventon is transfixed by some wild Geodude, your gaze wanders to the purple beanie atop his head. It looks awfully warm, doesn't it? Surely he wouldn't mind if you just-

YOINK

"Hey!" The professor cried. You placed the hat on your head and jumped backwards. He chased you around the camp, both of you laughing.

After a few loops around the camp, both of you collapse back where you started. As the adrenaline wore off, Laventon was able to get a good look at you in the hat. He noticed the way it complimented your hair, and how the too-big size made it flop over adorably.

Suddenly, the Professor snapped out of his trance. Was he admiring you? "Sorry! I just- um- my hat... it suits you."

Little does he know you were admiring right back. "I think your hair looks lovely too, although, it is a little squished."

You take this opportunity to playfully mess with his hair, combing your fingers through it in attempts to neaten it. Laventon laughed nervously and covered his face with his hands to hide his blush. "Be gentle!" he squeaked.

You silently decided, then and there, that you would be stealing his hat more often.

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"Would you still love me if I were a Wurmple?" Various PLA x reader hcs + submas

My dear followers, I would love you if you were Wurmples.

Volo

"Oh! That reminds me of this old legend where a princess turns into a Wurmple, and her lover..."

He would build the best little Wurmple house for you.

He would entertain you with stories and legends, with the added bonus of you not being able to interrupt.

Adaman

"Are you planning on becoming a Wurmple anytime soon?"

He would carry Wurmple-you everywhere on his head or in his pocket.

Irida

"Uuuuuh, I guess?"

She would make little Wurmple-sized necklaces for you.

Or a Wurmple-sized jacket so you can go visit the Pearl Clan camp.

Cyllene

"Absolutely not"

Honestly she'd probably cry.

She'd set up an inescapable enclosure on the far side of her office.

Ingo

"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking..."

He would place you under his hat for safekeeping.

Might try to use you in a Pokemon battle to see if that works.

Emmet

"Of course!"

He 100% tries to evolve you. (It doesn't work)

After asking him that question, he sometimes refers to you as "My little Wurmple"

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Volo x Reader General Headcanons (Part 1)

Rated F for high amount of fluff.

Since you both travel all over Hisui, you go on adventures together! Catching voltorbs while Volo inspects ancient ruins is considered peak quality time together. He is very prepared and brings everything you two could need, but he always conveniently forgets a second sleeping bag...

Volo's travels sometimes take him to places far away, but he never stops thinking about you. He will return home with a bagful of trinkets and things he knows you like.

Mutual staring. It's easy for you to get lost staring at such a beautiful person, and Volo feels the same way about you. When he catches you staring, he chuckles and does a little pose. When you catch him staring, he blushes pink and tries to brush it off. "You're very easy to admire, you know."

He likes being the big spoon but please hold him. He will start babbling about something, too nervous to say how much this means to him. But, that's nothing a few kisses and sweet words can't fix.

Any soft expression of love flusters him. Brushing his hair, holding his face, and sharing genuine heartfelt words are the best ways to make him melt.

He always puts things on the top shelf so you can't reach them without his help. He'll gently lift you up so you can reach, making a big show of how cute you are in his arms.

Speaking of being in his arms, CARRYING YOU! "Oh noooo, that cliff looks much too dangerous for you to traverse. Allow me to carry you across."

It was a 5 foot tall cliff.

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not - Volo x Reader

New blorbo just dropped. This takes place after the postgame + (barely) established relationship. Spoilers for PLA post-post-game.

~~★~~★~~★~~

You lazed about the Ancient Retreat after Volo went on yet another long walk alone. After his defeat and your odd reconciliation, nothing had ever been quite "normal".

He had always been distant, in the literal sense, but when you were together he lavished you with attention. "Is that weird?" you thought. "Everything is weird now. How am I supposed to know how Volo is normally? He was never normal to me."

You paced around the small cottage as your thoughts continue to spiral. "Is he plotting something else? How would I know it if he does? Am I crying? Oh- this is a trap this is a trick this is all just one steaming pile of-"

Your thoughts stop abruptly as you caught yourself from pacing into a wall. This is no place for a breakdown. You needed somewhere peaceful and open to clear your head. Luckily, during your travels, you had stumbled upon just the spot.

You arrived in a forgotten valley of the Crimson Mirelands, bursting with flowers and foliage. Wild Petilil peacefully hopped about the carpet of blooms. The humid air dulled your senses and calmed your nerves. Almost.

After an eternity of questions swirling around your head, you laid your head back and stared up at the clouded sky. You had no answers and no idea how to solve this "insecurity". Is it really an insecurity if it already happened before?

Before you had time to ponder that new question, you heard footsteps cracking against the path above you.

"Hello down there!" A familiar voice called.

You groan and flop over, hoping the flowers would hide you and Volo would just turn around and go home. Alas, you hear the crunch of flower stems draw closer and you tentatively raise your head to meet his gaze.

"You don't happen to be allergic to flowers, are you? Your face is a little red and puf-"

"I was crying."

"Oh."

"Scratch that, I'm still crying." You hastily move an arm to cover your face.

Volo moves to put his arm around you but you shrug it off. His characteristic grin drops to a look of worry.

You take a shuddering breath and begin, "Look Volo, there's just- so much that I don't know about you. We had been "friends" for a while and I thought I knew all about you. After the whole-" you gesture vaugely. "-yeah, I'm just, having trouble trusting you again."

"You're right." Volo sighed and absentmindedly plucked a flower. "After being "Friendly Merchant Volo" for so long, I'm not really sure who I truly am either. That's why I take so many walks alone. It helps me sort myself out."

"Could you tell me what you learned?" You asked.

"I came to realize that my search for answers wasn't just about the mysteries and the secrets of the world. I wanted Arceus to notice me, confirmation that I was "special". And when I didn't get it-"

"You tried to kill me," you finished, tears unhelpfully streaming down your face.

Volo let out a wry chuckle. "I wanted to hurt Arceus. Not you, not Jubilife Village, not anyone. I suppose in hindsight doing that without any collateral damage would be... rather difficult."

"But what if something else makes you feel that angry? What if I'm collateral damage again?"

Volo reached towards you again before restraining himself. "Dearest, I know better than to devote myself to anyone who doesn't deserve me."

You can only manage to stifle a sob before collapsing into the flowers again. "Wh-" you try desperately between hitched breaths to get out the words. "What if I don't deserve you? What if you stop liking me? What if you never liked me?"

Volo placed his hand on your shoulder but you stubbornly shrugged it off. Stung, he took a deep breath and started, "As a researcher, my least favorite part of the process was assumptions: guessing answers I would never know. Arceus never spoke to me. He- it never listened to me. It was nothing more than a silent god floating in an uncaring void. What i once revered as intentional challenge turned out to be just- nothing."

You brave a look to Volo's eyes and notice his pupils dilate, the cold silver fading to a warm gray. "You never force me to assume anything. That fact that you listen, that you genuinely care and that you not only tell me that, but show me that is and will always be enough."

"Oh." Is all you could think to say.

The two of you sat in silence, the words turning over in your minds. This explanation felt so undeniably real. Your figure relaxed as you realized that Volo wasn't planning on betraying you anytime soon.

"Hey, um- may I touch you now?" Volo asked.

You smiled and with red puffy eyes, you tearfully pulled each other into an embrace. Volo kisses you softly under each eye, cradling you in his strong grasp. You nuzzled your face into his neck and breathe deeply for the first time in weeks. He's yours. He's forever and completely yours.

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We interrupt this fanfic blog to give you a cool parallel between Pokemon Legends Arceus and Pokemon Diamond/Pearl!

(Spoilers for both)

Cyrus wanted to destroy the world and rebuild a new one because he was tired of humanity's emotions, specifically "spirit".

Volo wanted to build a new world because he went through some mysterious hardship(s) and, wondering why he was "cursed", sought out answers from the origins of the current world. That, and Arceus ignoring him.

So, in other words,

Cyrus wanted a world without human emotions.

Volo wanted a world without godly ones.