#volo got no drip

[princesssmars]

thinking of karlach who once her engine cools off goes fucking ballistic. nsfw, fem! reader, me being horny for karlach because who isn't. baldur's gate 3 spoilers! i've only finished act one so i start improvising shit.

now, for a woman who has not been able to have even a hint of physical contact for ten years, you have to give her her flowers with how well she seems to deal with being incredibly emotionally and sexually frustrated.

but once she joins your party that hold she had over her body and brain starts to crack. fast.

hell, it started happening before the two of you became romantically involved. while she was drawn to you from the moment you said "yes" to helping a stranger kill a building full of people, she also had eyes and constantly wondered how everyone in the party was so attractive. astarion was never not flirting with someone, wyll was incredibly kind to her, and she could tell when shadowheart was admiring her physique...

but after a few weeks of traveling, fighting, and making friends for the first time in years, eventually during those quiet nights at camp she finds you invading her mind her mind when she rests in her tent to fall asleep, kind of like the parasite, but in a good way.

she thinks of a joke you you made when the two of you were eating by the fire that made her snort like a pig, the way you explored a dungeon and when you found a magical war axe immediately turned to her and gave it to her with a smile, how you so quickly stood up for her when wyll was adamant on killing her because of her past.

your kindness, your intelligence (she's amused when you act like a dumbass and fail when trying to persuade someone), just everything about you, it was only a matter of time before she asked you to join her when everyone fell asleep one night, talking about how you thankfully return her feelings. it takes a turn when you bring up how her condition leaves her pent up, and as you're whispering the sinful things you cant wait to do to her and she do to you.

it hits her full force that oh, she does actually want to fuck your brains out.

after that night everything you do starts to turn her on. like, horrendously. eating a snack on the road? all she can focus on is the way your lips move around the fruit. dancing to a song volo is playing? she's becoming entranced by the way your hips and arms move to the music.

once when the sun was set and the moon was high she headed down to the lake, figuring the rest of the party had already cleaned themselves when she started to undress on the sand, standing still as a statue when she spots you in the middle of the lake, rinsing out your hair when you turn around to look at her.

she can see the water falling from your hair to your shoulders, dripping down over the peak of your nipples, some falling down your chest to between yours legs-

when she comes back later after running off, the ground where she stood was scorched.

but until her engine got fixed, her nights were spent inside her tent rubbing at her clit and fingering her cunt while pretending it was you. the only thing that makes it better is when she can tell you about all the naughty things she thinks about you and seeing you squirm.

once dammon gets another piece of infernal iron and gives her the final upgrade she needs to have physical contact, she at least has the courtesy to take you to a rented room in an inn before she ravages you.

shes tossing you on to the bed and wondering if she should slow down, take it slow with you for your first time together to make it all the more special, but you're staring at her while she's contemplating and youre taking off your top and then youre pants and then youre pulling her by the arm on top of you and she realizes she can save the softness for later.

there's so much kissing, pulling, biting and moaning that after both of your first two orgasms she starts to feel dizzy. she swears shes never felt a greater pleasure than when you were cumming on her fingers, or when you brought her hips up to your face and made her ride your tongue.

she reaches down to your bag that was throw haphazardly on to the floor earlier and finds the toy you bought, the tiefling smiling so brightly her fangs are on full display as she aligns the double sided dildo with your entrance, nearly going cross eyed at the way it slips inside of you before she sticks the other end into her.

she throws your legs over her shoulders, hold your hands in hers, and starts thrusting so quickly its almost like she's afraid she'll die if she stops.

and she is. she has never felt as good as she does in this moment, fucking the toy into you before feeling it do the same to her every time she pulls her hips back.

shes thinking about how much she loves you when she feels your right hand claw at her back.

shes wondering how someone can be so damn beautiful when you arch your back and nearly scream out her name.

she can barely contain herself when she thinks about how she gets to fuck you like this for the rest of her life when her hand leaves yours and grabs onto the wooden bedpost.

your moans of ecstasy reach a pitch and her eyes are taking in every detail as you come undone, to the heaving of your chest and the fluttering of your lashes. its your gentle whisper of her name and a gentle kiss to her lips that tips her over the edge, grinding her hips faster to the point it starts to hurt and she feels her hands tightening and tightening-

her high feels like it lasts forever before she comes back down to earth, breathing heavy with a dopey smile on her face when she looks at you. she's confused by the look on your face, similarly blissed out but your cheeks are bunched up in that way that means youre trying to hold in a laugh...

its only then she starts to feel it : a large chunk of the headboard is in her hand, snapped almost clean off from the rest of in im the height of her euphoria. she cant help but laugh which makes you finally laugh which just makes you laugh harder.

she drops the wood and shakes her hand of any splinters when your hands are wrapping around her neck and pulling her back into you.

she doesn't feel that bad about it.

i've resorted to getting ideas from both dreams and those thoughts you turn into stories while trying to go to sleep im like a genius. i put this in the queue posted it and it only showed up on my blog whats with that.

[leggerefiore]

A silly idea for MerMay:

You get gifted a bottle of perfume that contains ambergris (a substance that comes from sperm whales) and decide to try it. How would it affect merfolk?

It would be funny if different species had different reactions from smelling it. For one species, they might think this means you’ve been marked/scented by another merfolk already, but another smell it and think it’s like a distress signal.

And (of course) one species immediately assumes it’s a pheromone signaling fertility, because of course it does.

cw: sexual mentions in Grimsley's section, pokehybrid au, mermen,

characters: Emmet, Volo, Grimsley, Ingo

▽Eelektross Emmet△

○ As Eelektross would likely have to produce a similar substance due to how they can eat many indigestible things, his first thought is that a pokemon has eaten you and, hopefully, vomited you back up. There's likely been horror stories about Wailords accidentally doing so.

○ Expect him to awkwardly sniff you over before pulling you tightly into a hug and looking around as if something were coming to attack you. After he manages to calm down from his momentary panic slightly, Emmet asks if you experienced something life changing with a cetacean recently, obvious distressed still. You turn to him with a confused expression and reply you have not.

○ “Darling, you smell like a digestive fluid,” he whispers like whatever supposedly ate you and somehow erased your memory lingered nearby. You pull away from him with bold laughter, staring at the worried Eelektross hybrid with a hysterical expression. His yellow patches of flesh glowed with light electricity, obviously ready to protect you.

○ “I think that's the best yet worst way someone has ever said my perfume stinks,” you told him. Emmet gasped. He was now pondering why humans would spray digestive fluid on themselves. A defence mechanism? He could not be sure. “... Ah, it's the ambergris in it, isn't it? That's why you think I got swallowed by a Wailord,” you realised.

○ Emmet really wasn't a fan of the perfume, alas. He is still not completely certain it was not some human defence mechanism against marine life.

💫Milotic Volo📜

⭐️ Milotic hybrids also recognise it as a digestive fluid scent, not as they contain it themselves, but as when Wailord drops happen in the deeper parts of the ocean, the scent mixes in with the stench of death. That is why he hops onto a similar concern that you were eaten by a Wailord (or, much to an improbable horror, an Eelektross). Well, until he recalls how the scent would cling to Mistress Cogita, too.

⭐️ He likely tugs you into the water and pulls you under with him, whether you are in swimming attire or not, to wash off the heavy scent from you. The ambergris overpowered whatever scent the perfume was actually meant to be in his senses. You likely are confused by the sudden embrace and dip into the ocean, but let it happen, as Volo wasn't exactly know to be easily evaded.

⭐️ He places you back on the shore and gives you an icy glare, a reminder that he preferred to take the siren route rather than be a beautiful, helpful water visage. “That perfume you wore,” he explained, “Smelled like someone vomited on you.” You gasped. His harsh words stung, and he obviously took note as he reached out to grab you. “It was the ambergris in it, not whatever sugar sweet delicacy or floral and herby notes it claimed it had,” he corrected himself, feeling admittedly a bit guilty about upsetting you.

⭐️ “... You still manage to be the evil fish I first met,” you sighed and leaned against him. Water dripped from you. You pressed your face into his nape as he took to floating in the water with you on top of him, golden hair floating behind him beautifully. “You don't like that scent?” you asked him, unsure as to why he had strong opinions. His face scrunched up as he had to explain his preferred krill had been coated in it for a while due to a picky Eelektross. You laughed.

⭐️ You have to take a bath in the ocean if you wear it around him. He claims it gives him a headache and bad memories associated with a certain bite mark on the upper part of his tail.

♠️Sharpedo Grimsley❤️

♤ Sharpedo hybrids, unfortunately, are the ones who take it as a horny thing. Grimsley approaches the shore where you sat to greet him with an odd smile on his lips. You thought little of it until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the water, swimming away from the shore as fast as he could. It was mostly deserted, but there were one or two people who took notice of the “Shark Attack” and freaked out over you being whisked away, assumably to be eaten.

♡ This was not so uncommon for Grimsley, as there were times he grew tired of humans asking him endless questions about his species. That and he enjoyed a good thrill, and there was nothing like having someone try to “rescue” you from a terrifying man-eating hybrid. When you end up far away from the shore, he slows down and leans over you.

◇ “Oh, man, I didn't think normal humans had a mating season,” his voice was teasing, “You must have wanted to gamble whether I would take you on the beach or not.” You gazed at him with a confused expression, causing him to also grow a bit confused. You obviously had come to him reeking of pheromones to mate, right? He didn't understand why you looked so confused. “You are emitting pheromones,” Grimsley told you boldly.

♧ “... My perfume makes Sharpedos horny, got it,” you said to yourself and him, causing him to nearly lose his grasp on you. His mouth fell open, exposing his sharpened teeth for a moment before it closed. You sighed, “Uh, I think unless flowers have this effect on you, it was probably the ambergris, right?” Grimsley felt even more horrified at your words. Had he been aroused by the scent of Wailord digestive fluids? It… It was honestly not the worst thing that had got him hard.

♤ Grimsley demands you wear it whenever you meet for a night together. In fact, he requests the bottle itself for unknown reasons.

bonus joke:

▲Incomplete Eelektross Ingo▼

● You had entered his office to bring the humanoid fish man a surprise lunch. It was admittedly all run-of-the-mill for you two. A kiss and light conversation were expected, but not him suddenly pulling you into his chest while breathing heavily. You could feel even his gills pulsing on his chest. What had brought out this sudden behavioural shift in him?

● You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter. The scent that came from you was familiar to Ingo. Something that he knew from his time in the water. His brain rushed with terrifying scenarios of a visit to a beach turning into you getting claimed by some horrifying fish hybrid. What if you loved them more than him, as they were proper hybrids unlike him?

● “D-dearest,” he stuttered out, gazing deeply into your eyes, “Did another hybrid claim you?” Your heart had clenched at his pathetic tone before bleeding into complete confusion. Claimed? By another hybrid? You certainly did not recall anything like that, and you told him just that. “You smell of another hybrid!” he cried, burying his face into your shirt. You realised then.

● “Ingo, that's my perfume,” you corrected him, “I think it had ambergris in it.” He turned his head up to you before going back to take another sniff of your shirt. His face was stiffer than it even usually was as the gears turned in his head. Soon, he politely released you and walked back to his desk, where he hung his head in shame. As much as you wanted to giggle at his overreaction, you felt a bit bad seeing him in such a state.

● Ingo politely requests you not wear it around him, too embarrassed about the reaction he had to it. He will never forgive himself for mistaking a digestive fluid for a mating smell.

[djfan-naftv]

Please don’t ask me where the hell they are supposed to be I have no idea either.

Was going for a blank background but then I got carried away.

Also a bunch of doodles to remind me that Emmet ain’t a feral savage beast 24/7 for the sake of laughs and giggles but actually way more faceted than that. (Also drew him in a game screenshot, they’re supposed to be at the big waterfall of the Obsidian Fieldlands, dunno why it just has those cutscene location vibes and I wanna dream)

Played around with the idea of a filler episode where mayhem ensues and most human characters magically turn into Pokémon only to then turn human by the end of the episode and gain the drip because why not? (The twins are Sneasles, Laventon a Bidoof, Cyllene a Murkrow, and Volo wouldn’t really be around by the time this happens, but the thought of a Togepi with Volo’s face smacked on it was too hilarious not to draw)

[wyverndollface96]

Adaman x Female Reader: Second Chance

You took on a difficult challenge by Arceus while it was frenzied. Mentions of death!

You were venturing the Coronet Highlands, going towards the Summit Camp when you heard something call to you. (Y/N), it said, come. Come to the temple. A challenge awaits thee. You cocked an eyebrow at the odd request, but made your way up to the Temple of Sinnoh.

When you got there, Arceus was standing there; a void behind it. It was guiding you to it; you go in with it. “What is this challenge?” you asked. Arceus looks to you, telepathically speaking to you, Thou has fulfilled seeking out all Pokémon in this very land. This challenge is but not an easy one. Thou have to face me as I am frenzied. Show me the skills thou withhold.

The challenge begins with you being equipped with balms to throw at Arceus as it proceeds with battling you. It took you a while to defeat it. You were worn down and wounded from when it struck you a few times. You kept getting back up for every time you blacked out, refusing to quit. It pleased Arceus that you didn’t give in.

So Arceus was now in your possession. You exited the void, but you were feeling weak all over. Your head was throbbing; vision blurring; body numbing. You fell to the ground. The one thing Arceus least expected: you had died.

Meanwhile in the Crimson Mirelands, in his hut, Adaman was having a nightmare. He hadn’t slept too well since hearing you were almost killed by Volo and Giratina. He was awakened by Dialga’s voice in his head, Adaman!

Adaman shrieked and fell out of bed. He quickly stood up. “What!? What is it!?” he asked in panic. Dialga’s voice continues, Hardship has occurred. Pain and grief. (Y/N) has fallen.

Your name being mentioned made Adaman’s ears perk up. “‘Fallen’?” he repeats, wondering what Dialga meant. (Y/N) has died at the Temple of Sinnoh. Adaman’s heart sank. “No!” he snaps. He puts on his shoes and haori and rushes out of his hut to head to the highlands.

“No! No! No!!! She couldn’t have!” he was panicking as he was running. He stumbles upon Wyrdeer; the one Mai sees to. “Wyrdeer,” he says, “take me to the peak of Coronet Highlands! Quick!” Wyrdeer nods and let’s Adaman mount his back, then they set off to Coronet Highlands.

Your body had been laying there for quite a while; eyes left open. Adaman and Wyrdeer approached the Temple of Sinnoh to find you there. He dismounted Wyrdeer and went to your side. He had tears in his eyes the second he saw you. He knelt down to you to roll your body on your back.

That’s when he sees your face; he sees your eyes still opened. It was just too much for him to handle. He quickly stood up to lean over the side of the dais and throw up. Seeing his little sweetheart laying there dead really traumatized him.

You see darkness all around you. Your body no longer hurting; no wounds around your body; no numbness or throbbing. “Huh? What happened? Where am I?” you wondered. You hear Dialga talk to you. Your fight with Arceus caused you to perish. But you will not be dead for long. Adaman is there with you, begging for your revival. Your time is not now. I requested Arceus to give you a second chance of living. You will wake up in Adaman’s arms.

Adaman held you close and wept. He felt he had lost you forever. “(Y/N),” he sobbed, giving your cold lips a soft kiss, not caring if his breath smelled of vomit, “I…I don’t want you to go. Please come back! Please! Don’t leave me!” His sobs were broken; his tears dripping in your opened eyes. He then lowers his head to your chest. He had been begging for you to revive. He was miserable without you. He loved you.

Just then, your wounds healed up and the throbbing in your head subsided along with the numbness in your body. Your heart was beating again and you were breathing again. You blinked; you put your arms around the crying man. Adaman stops crying when realizing you had come back to life. He pulls away to see you; his face was wet with his tears.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke. You put a hand up to his face and wipe his tears away with your thumb. You smiled at him. “Hi, Adaman.” you said. That made Adaman smile and hug you tighter. He whined a little. Though while being hugged, you smelled something awful.

“What smells like puke?” you asked. “Sorry,” Adaman said, “I got a little sick. I was scared.” You thought nothing else of it and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry this happened.” you said.

Adaman also kissed you on the cheek. “It wasn’t your doing,” he said, “but I’m just glad you’re alive again.”

You both sat there in each other’s arms for a while until you both went home to the settlement.

💕💕💕

[legacyshenanigans]

Can we see a scenario where Marvolo has to save Rowan from something, and he really shows just how much Rowan means to him? 🥺🥰

These motherfuckers were prepared, Rowan sat, tied up, bound in silver chains which were making his skin feel like it was burning, they'd also forced a bunch of wolfsbane down his throat, weakening him greatly.

He sat there but tried to remain his stoic self, heavy breathing with a frown on his face.

Poacher: Ha! Look at it!

Rowan: *weak growl*

Poacher: Disgusting abomination..I got plans for you..

Rowan: Get...Fucked...

Poacher: *smug chuckle as he stands in front of Rowan* Nobodies going to save a freak like you..

Rowans frown deepened, maybe he was right, he'd gone out hunting, nobody knew where he was right now or what had happend, how he'd managed to get himself caught. The poacher laughed as he looked down at Rowan.

But the atmosphere suddenly changed, a sudden gust of an unusual wind blew towards them, like a long blade shooting through the air, it was quick. Rowan flinched, confused wondering what the hell just happend, he looked up at the poacher who for a moment was still stood looking at him, but his face showed shock, a small choking noise fell from him mouth as blood pooled out of it, along with blood seemingly starting to pour and drip from his neck..Before his head slid clean off and his body dropped to the ground. Rowans eyes widened before he looked up, seeing Marvolo step out of the shadows playing with his wand.

Marvolo: Been a while since I used Diffindo..Heh..I forget how good that spell is at times.

Rowan: *relieved sigh* Volo...

Marvolo made quick work of and getting the chains off of Rowan, helping him to stand, Rowan let out a pained grunt.

Marvolo: We need to get you out of here..

Rowan wrapped an arm around Marvolos shoulder, as Marvolo helped him walk with his own arm wrapped around him, the two entered the trees together, getting away from the poacher camp before the rest returned.

Rowan: How did ya know I was 'ere? How did ya find me?

Marvolo: You didn't come back from your hunt..So I went out looking, saw what I knew were poacher traps and what not, saw the aftermath of a scuffle, knew it was you..So I tracked you down.

Rowan: Sometimes I can be gone for a while though.. Days.. What made ya come out and look for me?

Marvolo: I felt like something was wrong, a horrid fucking feeling came over me, and I knew you were in trouble..

Rowan: *weak smile* Heh...Ya do care..

Marvolo: *small chuckle* How many times do I have to TELL you that? Yes, I do. Like HELL was going to let them fucking take you. I can only apologise I didn't get to you sooner, my friend.

Rowan: Appreciate it, Mate.

Marvolo: I'll see that they fucking pay for this Rowan, the rest of them..Their time is short. Mark my words.

~

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Pokémon masters update that should give you a chuckle.

Cynthia got Arceus’s blessing and new arceus drip.

Volo is not pleased.

STEALING! HIS BIT! HOW DARE SHE!

doesn't steven stone also have a new arceus outfit? for like no reason at all? i think that's what i've seen? they're just giving those out to anyone these days

[mongoose-bite]

Not a full liveblog; just some things.

This is Sardax, stormblooded sorcerer and charlatan, seen here after completely failing to use his sorcerous charisma to open a book, getting mad and smacking it open despite his -1 strength with a nat 20. Is he reading it? No, he's just gloating about it.

Act 1

He helps people out of mild contempt; his attitude is very much 'aren't you lucky I'm here and decided to help.' Thus he expects rewards and is prepared to turn on a dime. Lies a lot.

I let Asterion kill him when he bit him, but then reloaded because you don't get a long rest if you're dead and I was out of spell slots. I'll save that interaction for Dyce.

He gets on pretty well with Asterion; fellow liars and all that, but did not wish to share his evil book with him so he didn't. It's actually not helping me like Asterion any better; I think they bring out the worst in each other

Between Asterion, Laz'ael, taking up Volo's offer and getting Loviatar's Blessing, I think this guy is a top with a pain kink of the 'I demand you hurt me' variety. I love emergent storytelling.

Asterion pointed out power in exchange for a wretch we don't know is a good deal and Sardax was pretty much 'yeah, you're right,' and he traded Marina away without a backwards glance. And he'll happily murder the hag later if it's in his interest.

I'm taking my time and getting so much more dialogue out of some people, especially Gale for some reason?

I forgot I wasn't a strength-based human and managed to over-encumber myself by taking all the meat from the goblin camp. See him staggering back to camp laden with pig's heads like an idiot.

Watching Laz'ael go from 'ugh gross lizard' to 'let me lick you' pleased him no end, and he batted away Asterion twice to stick with her. He thinks he has no deeper feelings for her.

I got the owlbear cub I love him ;_; I then failed every single skill check when it had a nightmare, so no approval boost for me.

Even using the wiki I struggled to find the Kua-toa. I told them to raise an army for me.

Didn't bother rescuing the gnome slaves. I feel terrible, Sardax is indifferent. Word to the wise, don't pay him in advance.

Handed the lady an owlbear egg; didn't bother looking for a real one.

Sardax doesn't take it personally when people lie to him; he does the same to others, it's just business. But I think he's angry at what Vlaakith did to Laz'ael.

Act 2

Went to the Shadowlands via the Underdark just to see what difference it made and found some guy with a crow. I missed so much the first time through.

It's actually more relaxing to play a character who doesn't care about saving everyone they come across. By this point Faye was overwhelmed and exhausted by all the things she felt she needed to do. Sardax is merely poking his nose in.

He likes Moll a lot. I wouldn't say he's father material, but he's keeping a genial eye on her. Raphael best watch himself.

We got Minthara! She's got a lovely voice. *sighs and starts brainstorming for another run*

She took over Halsin's spot completely! And stole his child. This feels kinda dirty tbh, I might recruit her the evil way next time.

As charlatans, Sardax and Asterion walked out of Moonrise dripping with inspiration. I think they're actually friends. They both know they keep things from each other and egg each other on. Sardax is definitely considering Asterion's 'let's run the cult' plan as a distinct possibility.

Sardax finally turned on Balthazar at the Nightsong, and Karlach killed him eventually by picking up a pile of bones she'd just murdered and throwing them at him; which was both hilarious and poetic justice.

I found Zevlor this time! And I now understand why people like him so much. I just beelined for Mizora the first time I played and didn't even notice him...

Act 3

Met best NPC again. I love Popper. Got extra dialogue for being a dragonborn. Sent Gale up on stage and felt bad about it. Jahira approved.

As one manipulative arsehole to another, Sardax doesn't have a problem with the Emperor, but, dude, his girlfriend's a githyanki. There ain't no way he's messing with tadpoles.

Mamzell was hilariously off-base with Faye, but when she suggested a short lady with a whip to Sardax, I was just, hoo boy, she's got your number, buddy. I'm unsurprised Laz'ael doesn't share though; she's worked too hard for this.

YOU CAN STAY AT THE ELFSONG??!! Faye was too busy to bother with chatting to innkeepers, and it honestly never occurred to me...

Orin took Halsin this time and her decoy was heartbreaking. Faye would have been so upset (weird she stole the other tav's love interest each time though.) Even Sardax was discomforted.

Faye missed like half of the mage's tower? So much good caster loot! Sardax feels appropriately geared.

Sardax couldn't be bothered helping the Gondians, so no Iron Throne. Faye dashed in, dropped the bomb and ran, but Sardax stayed to kill the steel watch titan, which for a storm sorcerer was not a challenge, also Us kept that 6 int robot stunned for half the fight. That lil brain is so useful.

found a house with a cool dead guy in it who had also read the evil book but sardax hadn't bothered to buy the artist off the guild so they had nothing to talk about :(

ascended Asterion. No one (except Asterion) liked that, apparently. The game keeps giving you options to back out, but like, it's not like fucking a bear or anything.

Sardax is also happy to support Wyll in becoming Duke. Like it'll matter which mortal is in  charge once he has the crown, but he supports his friends in their little ambitions.

Sardax wanted to duel Orin so badly, but she didn't give him the option and it was just a normal fight, even though he killed Gortash for it. Disappointing!

Talking to more NPCs in the House of Hope this time. Gortash is still not my favourite, but it feels a little poetic that the grenades you pick up when you go to kill him are so useful against Raphael.

Sardax was more sympathetic to the Emperor than Faye was; she was taken in by the dream vision and felt angry and foolish, Sardax looked at the Emperor and thought he would have done exactly the same thing all along the line. Oh well.

Ascended Asterion's 'creatures of the night' summons for the final battles are kind of hilarious. Where did he get them?

THE OWLBEAR CUB ;_;

Asterion was all 'take over the brain and rule the world' so I *saved* and did so. And two minutes later he was a blank-faced thrall. Congrats, Fang Features, you played yourself. Also that weird pink throne is...eugh. Disconcerting.

Sardax's canon ending is at the last minute he realises he can't do that to Laz'el. And he gets the coolest ending instead

Gale is god of self-help and motivational speakers? Kinda cringe tbh.

Halsin spent most of act 3 in Orin's basement (sorry buddy) so he didn't actually get the chance to make a play for Sardax, but like, talking to him at the party, he clearly liked him regardless. I love him. Sardax only has room in his heart for one person.

[lunararchmage]

Far too familiar (this contains 2 chapters)

Chapter 3:, my new life

"All seekers of knowledge, come to me sooner or later."   Volo looked up as a mass began to form in front of him.   He gazed at the mass, the thing  in bewilderment as it spoke. 

It's wretched form, beginning to take more shapes , long inky, green tendrils spread out in all directions. Thousands of eyes peeled out flowing and fading at different variables, except for one slightly bigger eye located in the middle, surrounded by a deep dark miss , inky , floating, along with everything dripping down at certain areas, the substance evaporates in a dark smoke as it hit the grass burning it at it's touch, its eye open and close as it gazed down at Volo, the ancient Being , sending shivers down  his spine , a worse then giratina itself.

"What in Sinnohs name is this?!, what is that thing?!" Volo spoke panic seeping into his voice, he lean back, only to stumble, and falling on his ass as the thing it seemed to grow closer.  "Yow!" He yelped landing hard as he then looked back up at the wretched abyss that followed him. 

He stared at the entity frozen in place as the air grew thin, the thing stared him down as it's other eyes observed the world around it, "strange"

"Em,? What..w-what in Sinnohs name are you?" Volo croaked out unable to hold his fear over this...this thing.

The wretched abyss, leaned in well, as much as you can get with a mass of tentacles in ink.  It spoke  but with no mouth, and as it spoke, a strange smell emanating from it. waft  around and filled Volo's nose causing him to gag at the smell of muggy polluted water , mixed with a age and old books. 

". I am Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of fate, and Forbidden knowledge, you mortal have opened one of my black books, tomes of Forbidden knowledge scattered across the world....but i sense this isn't the case here, I can feel it in the air, you are not from the plane of witch my servants once called home. How did YOU come across my book?"  Hermaeus Mora , finished with his question, his insatiable curiosity begin to peak as it glanced around at the different creatures of this world for different from that of nirn, that of Tamriel... that of any plan of oblivion.

Volo looked up at it company in shock, he got cotton mouth as he tried to speak straightening  himself up a little as he stood to his feet. "I-". Volo finally started to speak as he dryly breathed in. "I, I obtained this book after a strange occurrence happened a strange woman fell from

Time rift and this was among the belongings that were scattered along with something she called and Elder Scroll. Uh I picked it up after it wisperd, Lucas's  was heavily freaked out about it...but I..pretend not to hear it as I hid it in my belongings.....but that raises more questions the. Awnsers anyway...What even is a deadric prince?!, what's and elder scroll??? What are you even? A demon?  a God?"  Volo began to spiral as he regained his grip on himself.

Hermaeus Mora furrowed his nonexistent brow as he spoke,"I knew one other who seeks knowledge like you, but for different reasons, different purposes...different ways of life, Dragonborn you are not...but I since a familiarity with you, your similar to HIM, and HER...but in ways one wouldn't compare......aheheh"

Volo stepp back a bit as it laughed this was beyond freaky even for him. "Who...what.....What's a Dragonborn...what who he and her??" Volo began to question more

"You have questions .......and desires , your reasons for opening my book are different then those before but all mortals are the same they crave knowledge, witch I can provide , I have all the answers, all the questions.......all I can provide—but Knowledge , ......knowledge it always comes with a price ... are you willing to pay what's needed for your awnsers.... Volo".

"Ha-How did you know my name?! I didn't say anything with my name in it?!" Volo got defensive as Hermaeus More sneered amusingly "hmmmmm, some refer to me, as the deadric prince of knowledge and memory....Memory,   When you opened that book, you gave Willingly allowed me into your mind , you forfeited everything to me, knowledge....for knowledge that is why I vaguely awnserd your first question on who I was.....now normal those who opened my book die at my hand, but I see worth in your endeavors...similar to one other, one who wanted power, like yourself, He wanted control......Miraak was his name-"

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Meanwhile-At the camp with Sirna , Akari , Lavington and Lucas

As volo left they Akari lead Sirna to a large box. "You can store unwanted items that may be weighing you down here. Don't worry it's completely safe. there hasn't been anything stolen to date!" She chirped a little as sirna smiled. "Thank you I suppose I could load off a few of my items from adventures I've embarked on."  She said as she emptied several  miscellaneous items into the chest, along with a few daggers and hunting bows.

Lavington then called over, "Akari my girl!, come over here and show me your progress on the Pokédex along with Lucas , knock it outa the way ya?"  Akari nodded "Coming professor!!!" She yelled as she

Skedaddled  over to him.

Sirna stared quietly as the they spoke. "There's that word again...Poké?" She then shook her head and headed over to them and stopped a foot away she cocked her head to the side a tad as she asked her questions.

"it's Professor Lavington correct?" She asked he nodded "why yes that's my name, you said your name was Sirna correct? I assume you have questions!" He obliged

Sirna looked at the Pokédex he handed back to Lucas. "what's that?" She asked

"Oh you mean the Pokédex? Why it's a encyclopedia on all the Pokémon

Within and around the Hisui region! Well it will be once we finished collecting all the information!"

"There's that world again..." she mumbled "Pardon? I didn't quite hear you my girl!"  Lavington then Put a hand up to his ear.

"What is a Pokémon? I don't quite understand before I got here it was fuzzy be that word ...something told me to ...seek out all Pokémon...I think .." Sirna said putting a hand to her temples. "I- I am not sure" she finished as lavington gave a halfhearted smile and nodded "no need to rush, it's obvious you can't remember so don't push it , as for Pokemon, we'll there amazing

Yet dangerous creatures that dot the landscape and fill the sky's and seas , Pokémon are creatures of all shapes and sizes who live in the wild or alongside us , formally our kind tends to stray away from Pokémon due to there destructive nature of these creatures, but I plan to change that, you see I believe we can truly work in harmony with Pokémon, not as allies , but as partners working together to accomplish our goals so I've set out to create the first ever Pokédex of this region for the sake of strengthening our bonds and understanding of Pokémon and Their potential!, now i am aware many people are skeptical about this kinda thing , but I've already got astounding proof my theory is correct! Akari and Lucas, yes Akari and her pikachu do need to work on there bond a little bu-".

Akari interrupted "PROFESSOR!!!!"

"Ahem, sorry Akari but it's true you're great and all but pikachu still doesn't fully trust you!" He sighed begrudgingly.  "Hmph" Akari folded her arms and pouted a little before shrugging it off. As lavington continues "as I was saying, but Lucas here, he's only been with us about 2 weeks and and Cyndaquil are beyond friends, it's astounding he's a natural with Pokémon and is living proof the world I envisioned can and will become a reality!"

Sirna raised her brow "you're quite passionate about this aren't you professor?" 

He nodded "of course why wouldn't I be it's my life's work, don't you have anything your passionate bout my girl?"

Sirna thought about it, "I guess my friends and family...the ones I left back home , I'm passionate about protecting them...it's the reason I went alone to challenge...." She stopped herself, "and perhaps I failed...I mean I am here instead of facing Aludin..almost as if fate had a different plan for me." she admitted she then turned away a step and spoke again, "if you need any help completing this Pokédex..I'd be begrudgingly be happy to lend a hand!" Even tho she wouldn't she had a sinking feeling that she needed to help him to 'seek out all Pokemon as the glow commanded of her.' 

Lavington smiled happily and nodded "We'd love the help, the more people working the more we'll get done! but we'd have to run it by our captain before any of that , at our base of operations on Jublife village!"  He said, Sirna nodded, "alright...." 

"So can we leave professor?" Lucas asked him seasing the small opportunity to inject himself into the conversation. "Why yes my boy Lucas just let me talk to the security corps member and get things situated for our departure! " Lavington said as he walked to the other end of the camp site talking to Ress, (i don't remember the security corps names so I just thought of one ).

Lucas looked up at Sirna, "Hey Sirna, do Pokemon exist where you're from?" She looked down at him and shook her head, "no, Pokemon are a completely new concept for me"

"Ah alright, sorry I just thought I'd ask, because even tho it obviously not true there was a plausible scenario where we came from the same world..but I guess not, anyways what was your world like?"

Lucas asked as his Cyndaquil looked up from his arms sneezing a little.

"War torn , and dangerous " she said Lucas backed ups little in shock, "oh...I see, that's just how things are right I'm sure it will get better in no time, "

"No, I know it won't get better that's just how things are in Tamriel, you just learn to live with it." She said as the air ran still, a shiver causing Lucas to jump at the all to familiar feeling.

"Sirna...what was that??" Lucas asked not party wanting an answer but looked up at Sirna to see her wide eyed and stiff as she glanced around her eyes dotting around she then turn and started rummaging though her things , "one...two...three,four...five...six... No no no where's Seven!!?" She counted the black books not in order of anything but as of how many she had on her.

"Sirna?"

"Uh nothing it's nothing but uh you asked a question about a black book..do you know where it went?"

He shook his head "no, o thought volo returned it I mean he gave everything back...but we don't know how long you were out as far as we know a wild Pokémon could of run off with it!"

"Yeah...well...it's nothing it's all fine " she regathered the remaining books and returned them to her bag, they weren't in Solstheim, so whatever or whoever opened it couldn't have gained too much knowledge right?

"Are you sure you seemed pretty worried..." Lucas asked again  but the Altmeri women shook it off giving the child a reassuring smile, "don't worry it's not as bad as it could be, so no need to worry."

Lavington returned to them and noting on the sudden shift in atmosphere. "woah, that's quite the chill! Am I right you two??" He joked and continued "everything is ready when you guys are and we'll head back to jubilife where we can start preparations for you to join us and help out with the Pokédex!, huh..is everything alright you two look a bit shaken out new friend more then you Lucas?"

"I am quite fine it's just I might of lost something rather important in my fall, but it's nothing to worry it'll turn up I'm sure...it always seems too, anyways we should get going hate to be a burden but I could go for some of the strongest Meed or any alcoholic beverage you people have right now!" She voiced as she headed off towards the direction of the security corp member, "oh alright..." Lavington said as he went to get Akari and they all made the journey back to jublife village.

Entering jublife they were stopped at the gate before lavington explained that Sirna was with them, and were promptly let in, as they walked though the village gate's people stopped and stared, grumples of "another outsider?" From the elderly, parents shooing there children inside as Sirna passed them she glanced at them and they turned away, unlike with Lucas , this was from intimidation rather then "who are they " "outsider " "what are they wearing ",  Sirna being of Elven descent even tho she stood shorter Altmer compared to her siblings who stood as tall as they could get , she still stood taller than most residents in the village, her armor was large  and bulky, and the metal had faint stains of blood from past battles some from herself others from the splatter of the sword , her hand rested in the Hilt if her sword, auriel's bow, glistened on her back as she passed, things that were never seen by this world and  a small darkness that fallowed like a prophecy.

Lavington looked at Lucas and Akari , "you to head to the wall flower, me and Sirna will head inside and talk to captain Cyllene, before we join you." Lavington instructed as they parted was and Sirna was led into the Galaxy corp building.

The doors opened and they stepped inside the carpet felt different under her feet and she looked around this place was definitely different from headquarters back in Skyrim that's for sure.  "This way!" Lavington pointed as he lead Sirna to an open door, inside a room a rather serious looking woman with  light blue hair, working on an endless stack of papers, her expression to the untrained eye Would see it as a warning to not bother her while she worked, Lavington approached her desk, Sirna followed in suit and stood a few feet behind him as he tapped her desk , Cyllene looked up from her work and spoke monotone, "what is is Professor, I'm in the middle of working.."

"Ah yes I'm aware captain Cyllene! Tho my business here is of  utmost  importance and well, you see, this Young Woman is Sirna  Startfall, she came from the rift , I want to-"

Cyllene cut him off, "you want us to feed and house her for her oncoming labor working on the Pokédex correct? Lavington you've done this exact spiel before!" She said, "oh have I- well then yes that's exactly what I want!" He said. 

Cyllene narrowed her eyes looking at Sirna , "how capable is she?" "Well ms as observed by her attire, I'd say she's rather capable and I'm willing to stake my research on that!"

Cyllene, contemplated a minute, before jotting something down, "we'll I do you see your point, fine we'll house her , for the night, tomorrow the security corps are heading out into the alabaster Iceland's to deal with rouge  alpha Lucario, your mission will me to capture that Lucario and record it in the Pokédex, and if you fail, you will be cast out of this village."

"captain Cyllene! If I may interject, that's a little rough, what happened to the normal trail?! The one with starly , bedoof and shinx!? I mean that's a suicide mission if I ever seen on!" Lavington expressed his concern with her.

"I've chosen this as her trail out of opportunity, that Alpha Lucario is rampaging and it needs to be delt with  as soon as possible, and over have of our security expedition team is in the medical wing due to the last time this same Lucario rampaged! And like you said you've observed she's quite capable,  and judging from her Armor she's tooken on tougher then this," she said

"Oh alright but I still think it's a bit much , maybe lower the stakes?" Lavington pleaded, Cyllene shook her head "she eather catches this Lucario tomorrow or she can leave and never return to the village. That is the option professor and maybe let her decide herself rather than plead for her if you will."

"Oh, right sorry ," lavington scratched his head they both turned to Sirna who shook her head "as long as I can sleep tonight, I'll take care of this ....Lucario or whatever it's called it shouldn't be too hard!"

Cyllene nodded and dismissed them , "you will return here tomorrow morning for details Ms . Starfall, you may be dismissed."

Lavington and Sirna walked out of her office and lavington turned to her, "I'm deeply sorry this isn't usually the trail we give out to new coming members, I do hope you don't hold that against her! She just looking out for the team." Sirna turned to him as they opened the door and walked down the steps twards the wallflower. 

"No , no it's fine I've done worse to get into organizations , don't worry,  plus I expected something big to be asked of me that's just how life it."

"Professor!! Sirna!!!" Lucas and Akari called over to them and they walked over , "ah it's good to see you again Sirna!" Volo said sitting at one end of the table, Akari spoke up, "volo arrived a few minutes ago before you guys came out!"

Lucas then spoke up "so will you be helping us out her As a member of ttr team?"

"Yes she will if she passes her trail!" Lavington said as they both took their seats. 

"Oh really what kinda trial?" Akari asked "is it the same as Lucas's?"

"No she has to catch an alpha Lucario , in the alabaster Iceland's tomorrow!" Lavington informs,

"Yeah even though I have no idea what I'm looking for it I'll be sure to pass it with flying colors! I mean I haven't met a beast I can't tame-" Sirna said, as she thought about different methods to catch it without knowing anything about how things work here.

"Wow that's amazing, " Volo said as he smiled "I'm actually heading out that way tomorrow to deliver some stuff to the Pearl clan from the Ginko guild! I can show you how to catch Pokémon on the way, so you be sure to pass!" He offered, "..." sirna looked at him , "no thank you I'll figure it out...." She didn't know why she said no, but she just had a sinking feeling.

"Well alright but if you ever wanna retract that no, I'll be happy to show you a few tricks I've got to catching them!"

She nodded as they dug into the meal that was provided for them, sweet potato mochi! The wallflowers specialty!

After finishing it was fine to head in and get some rest .

Chapter 4, learning a new way of life.

Lavington looked at Sirna , as he pointed the location where she would be staying for the time be, "over there is our survey corps barracks, inside you'll find almost anything you need for your stay tonight, and many more if you complete your trial!" He said to her, "Thank your professor, " Sirna nodded before heading off to her cabin, sliding the door open and walking into the home, sliding the door back closed locking it quickly behind her she turned around and glanced around it.

"Homie..." she muttered licking her lips as she glanced around, she took off her steal clad boots and set them off to the side after observing the Mat the lines the room, noticing how thin it looked, not wanting to tear with the toe of the boot, if she wasn't staying here permanently. Walking across the floor she ran her hands on the wall and furniture that were in the room before she put her things down , changing out of her armor , pulling it off and setting it to the side leaving's her in the garments she wore under it. Placing it against the wall and laying on the futon, drifting off to sleep.

Next morning:

Sunlight dipped as it shone though the window , the light causing Sirna to stir, awaking from her sleep she slowly would sit up and roll out of the futon. Standing up Sirna would walk over to the large jug (Basin????))) of. Drinkable water and dip her hands into it splashing her face , wiping the sleep out of her eyes she combed her hand though her hair as she stared at her reflection in the water basin , brushing her hair behind her pointed ears she would walk over to her stuff fishing out an old stale Piece of bread, she put in her mouth to eat for a quick breakfast, as she put her armor back on and headed towards the door , Sirna placed her boots back on and out the door she went, the familiar merchant waiting for her . She stared at him, "tch, what are you doing here?" She asked, Volo smiled, "well uh I know you said no to my offer but I thought I'd offer again! I mean do you even know how to catch a Pokémon?" He asked her.

"I don't need to know because I've got methods like this," she pulled out a dagger with a paralytic poison and pointed it at him, "a dagger enchanted with a paralyzing poison!, now if you excuse me I've gotta meet up with who alls going on this so called excursion, see how many blokes ima have to hold back" she shoved him and walked to the team galaxy building leaving volo speechless. "Hmm...loooks like that ...thing was right, she's hard to get though..." he thought as he glanced back , at the cabin doors. Glancing around he turned and reached for the handle to pull it open but it didn't open.

"Drat!...locked..."

A sinking feeling in the back of his mind spoke. 'you really expected it to be unlocked? She has the remaining books and you expected her to leave it unlocked, She's not dumb just remember the plan...' he thought pulling his hands back he headed towards the galaxy building.

"Looks like ima have to be clever about this..." he spoke.

Inside the Galaxy building there was a small group of security corps gathered in the center of the entrance waiting, lavington walked over and ushered Sirna into Cyllene's office, to get the run down of the mission.

"Alright, now here's the rundown, in one of the camps set up around the alabaster icelands, there is an Alpha Lucario , this Lucario, is one that has been messing up our operations in that section of hisui for quite awhile now, a few weeks ago, it attacked one of our off-road camps , desecrating it and well, injuring a few of our corps members, two of witch sadly passed away, your mission is to head to this campground with the security forces of jublife, reestablish our camp and apprehend this alpha Lucario before it causes any more threats, to us or the neighboring clan!, and any and all questions you may have can be answered by Miss Irida who will be meeting you in your journey and guiding you to the campsite." Cyllene then handed her a paper, "now I believe, Lavington has some users information on Lucario, it's in your best interest to listen to him about it, specifically if you do not wish to die! You are dismissed."

Cyllene said as she adverted her gaze away from Sirna and back to her papers, Sirna looked to her side and turned to Professor Lavington who looked eager to help, "so you have information on lucario?" She asked, he nodded, "yes follow me!!" He moved and walked across the way into his office space...his very messy office space, Sirna watched as he rummaged though the books and papers running to various locations in the room, rowlet flown down landing on his head as he pulled out a few papers nearly falling over, "oh bother rowlet bows not the time!" He waved the Pokémon and it flew landing on Sirnas shoulder rowlet cooed as Lavington walked over , "now most we know of lucario os limited due to them being rare, ...relatively speaking of course they're rather recluse as I've observed, but Lucario itself is , a rather interesting Pokémon indeed! It's know as the Aura Pokémon , Aura is a spiritual energy, introduced within every living creature in our world, but very few have any understanding of it, and Lucario is a Pokémon with a very connection to aura, they can sense it and even use it's powers on its own, in some stories, it's even able to sense the auras of humans , using that as a base to judge them off of!, tho most of this is speculation, but will know what is true once we have our hands on it!" Lavington explained. Sirna shrugged rowlet off and it moved to ontop if her head as she took the information on lucario with a grain of salt. "Thank you , professor but I guess we should head out then."lavington nodded before adding , "but do me carful! This Pokémon have been known to study Aura itself, using it to predict its opponents movements and attacks even using it against themselves!" She nodded and then Lavington presented her with different items, several pokeballs, she cocked a brow.

"That's to help aid you in catching it!, oh also it's seems rowlets talking a liking to you!, why don't you take it with you to help out here's its pokeball!" She took it on hand and glanced at the owl Pokemon , "thanks I don't think it's gonna be of much help it's too soft and cute." She poked at rowlet and it flew off and back again.

"Alright I'll keep it" she said quickly after it tilted its head at her. It stayed on her shoulder as she and Lavington left the room meeting up with the security corps and heading out.

Volo again was standing outside waiting as they exited placing himself infount of Sirna "Sirna! Hey how's it going! Oh wow you've got Rowlet that's really amazing! You kn-, don't you take a hint?" She cut him off mid sentence and looked at him, an annoyed scowl crossed her features, before he could speak she shoved past him and followed the group she was with,

"Wait!" Volo called after her as he walked beside her, "Your starting to bug me more then Nazeem talking about the cloud district What in oblivion do you want Volo!"

"Nazeem?...uh no that's besides the point, look I haven't been completely honest with you when offering help and well I figured I'd just come clean, yes I'd love to help you out and teach you catching basics , but the real reason I wanted to help was because I have an insatiable curiosity and I want to know more about your world, and where are you come from!, more specifically anything you can tell me about...oh I don't know ....eldrich beings of power? Demons ? Gods??....or perhaps whatever was connected to that black book." He spoke as she stopped and looked at him, "black books?....what are you talking about ?" "Oh nothing really we saw one of them when we found you and well my curiosity , it was peaked. So I wish to learn more!" He lied as he looked at her.

"...." sirna looked at him in suspicion, "you...we don't have time but if I were you I'd stay clear of anything connected to those books! Now if you excuse me I have a mission to complete!" Volo nodded as she left waving a short goodbye, one not returned.

Ariving in the alabaster icelands the sirna looked around, "why is it always snow...." Lavington looked at her and smiled, "well my girl this is the alabaster Icelands , the coldest place in hisui, I do hope you're prepared the weather here can be rough!" He smiled as he fixed his lab coat and pulled it over him further , giving a little more warmth.

"No no, I'm perfectly prepared but, it's just I went from snow to snow basically when I fell, the throat if the world is pretty snowy back home in Skyrim , but anyways what now?" She asked,

"Now you follow me!" There attention was brought over to a young woman adorn in pear clan attair , Siena looked down at her , taken aback a little, "really a delicate thing like you is leading us to a Pokémon that has already killed two people?" Sirna said rather snide, looking her up and down, "and how can even walk around like that, don't you know hypothermia can kill kid?" She added, Irida looked at Sirna , "you really know how to pick 'em professor....Ah yes I am and don't let my appearance fool you outsider! As leader of the pearl clan I much capable to lead and take care of myself! Now if you don't have any more insightful questions, we should get going it's quite the treak to the lucario I do hope you're prepared!" Lavington gave Sirna a nudge, "come now Sirna don't you think that was a bit rude?" Sirna shrugged, "sorry .." she begrudgingly admitted

"Alright we should be off!!" Irida smiled as she turned and they all began to travel , arriving at the abandoned camp , "wow it really was destroyed!" Lavington said as he bent over and picked up a few remnants and examined them , "that's sad an all but where is that lucario? Did it move on?" Sirna asked, Irida shook her head , "no it's still around here, over in that direction, it's more than likely resting around this time a day!"

"Alright ima go catch it Come on Rowlet!" She said as the owl Pokemon chipped, "wait shouldn't we wait??" Irida asked , the Altmer woman turned and uttered, "No, you guys get rebuilding, I'll get lucario! if it's currently in another area it's safer, like the old saying gose,, when the saber cats away , the skeevers will play!" She said as she walks off in the direction of the Lucario.

"That's not a-" "she's from the rift Miss Irida it's probably common whee she's from" "oh alright, uh now let's get to work."

Sirna round the bend and ducked behind a pile of snow not even 3 miles away, the lucario sat in the snow soundly sleeping, "welll that's convenient," she says as she reaches down and picks up her pokeball , reared back and

>Catch<

She then walks forward and retrieves the ball looking at it she frowns, "that was to easy " she muttered as the sound of snow crunching behind her followed by feeling something fleating.... A shadow cast over her she turned to see the lucario , it's eyes glowing red , as it narrowed its eye, the lucario she just caught...

That wasn't the Alpha .....

[multifandomshell]

Adaman, Irida and Volo 1, 8, 14, 22, plus one wildcard for whichever question you want!

Oh hey!! Welcome to my blog, you're my first ask! Dunno if I'm supposed to choose one for each question or do all of them, so I'm doing the latter. This is gonna be pretty long, so buckle up lol

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I'm pretty neutral with Adaman, he's a character with solid design and personality, but I just wish there's more story to him. The only noteworthy story stuff I find about him is that he has a lot of siblings, which make for a fun dynamic, he's a bit unsure being a leader (altho that appears few and far between), and that's kind of it? He's kind of boring imo Adaman fans pls don't come @ me ;A;

Irida, on the other hand, I actually get attached to a lot more than I expected. She has the same solid design and personality as well, but I like that there's more focus on her personal conflict. Since she's young and a recent leader, the insecurity of being a leader is stronger on her side, not to mention the whole thing with Palina. You can actually see that she's growing as well over the course of the main story.

Lastly, Volo. He has a death grip on my soul Unsurprisingly my fave, mainly because of the angst potential he has and his way of thinking. Personally, I take one look on his idea of "The world is unjust so we need to start over" and thought 'oh, big mood'. (The same reason I got attached to Cyrus lmao) Unlike Cyrus tho, he's a lot more human and he acknowledges it, which is where I like to imagine how shit goes down with him, especially with his vague backstory.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

When it comes to all of them? Just water down their personality by A LOT. One thing I saw in how ppl treat them in fanfics, especially with Volo, is either making him a terrible irredeemable monster with zero personality other than 'evil' and 'master manipulator' and making him the butt of the joke, or he's a soft fluffy UwU boy that instantly regrets what he's done and becomes good after the MC kisses him or something. Like I get that it happens in memes for the former and x reader indulgences for the latter, but cmon guys. Once or twice is fine, but I feel like it's so overdone. You can't just erase the canon like this. Volo is a compassionate guy. Volo knows well the weight of what he's doing / will do to the world. Those things can and do coexist.

I also have a really long tangent for Volo being compared to Kamado in terms of evilness and being hated / loved by the fandom, but that's for another post if you actually want to see it.

While I don't see much of their depiction in fics (because I'm not wading through 157 submas or x reader fics just to find a decent fic of them), I do also think that, like Volo, Adaman also suffers from his character and story shoved aside because ppl focus more on the fact he's hot, be it in fanarts or fics. I do occasionally see some interesting takes on his character that are explored further, but it's either a) a hidden gem, or b) overshadowed by the main plot of more popular fic focuses (again, submas AUs or x readers)

And for a main character, Irida is just really shoved aside in the fic department. You have to actively scour for stuff about her, although I don't actually do that so I don't really know how bad this gets.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Why would you make me do this I am the worst at this aaaaa- (ded)

Adaman is not formal. At all. Assigning him a steampunk aesthetic because of the association with time is really cool, but expect him to be fussy about it. He is 100% casual, bonus points if the clothes are long sleeved and baggy or loose in any way. (Which is ironic since those are a nightmare to clean in boggy terrain. Whoops, sorry bud) In a way, his modern drip is actually really fitting.

Irida is definitely the opposite of Adaman. She NEEDS her clothes to be at least somewhat revealing, otherwise she won't survive the summer. I can also see her choosing light colored clothes instead of the black undershirt in her modern drip since it reflects light (and therefore heat) instead of absorbing it. Also jewelries. Nothing too excessive, just a bracelet or maybe some earrings to match her outfit.

Volo is definitely an ancient greek aesthetic, although he may be open to other things as well. Like Adaman, his clothes tend to lean on the more comfortable side, although he doesn't mind revealing clothes too much. His default is thick jackets or hoodies with fur linings (and the fandom also agrees since it's the consensus modern drip for him lmao) but I imagine him wearing more traditional celestica clothes in private since his heritage is near and dear to his heart.

Literally no polyester, rayon, nylon, or any synthetic fabric for these guys. They would die of rashes within 30 minutes. (Aside from Volo, but he's still dropping it after a while)

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

While I'm mainly a Volo x Reader fic main (yes I'm one of those ppl pls don't judge ("o_o)) I actually enjoy the fics that analyzes their characters and behavior more. Potentially also worldbuilding and relationship dynamic with some other character (that don't involve romance) is also really good and I keep coming back to them.

Some of my recommendations for Volo in Ao3 is teach me a kinder world (whatever you can bring) and a lot more Volo and Cogita stuff by absolutenadir. Another one is 成功を祈ります (English ver.) and while it's presented as an x reader, reader barely appears and there's zero romance scenes at all. After the story itself, there's a really detailed breakdown of Volo's character as the author has a philosophy masters degree (bless your soul Laurentine, hopefully you're doing well out there) and I think it's a good foundation for understanding and writing Volo as a character as well.

While I don't actively read Adaman and Irida focused fics, there is The Importances of History (Class) by annasofroma which is a series dedicated on worldbuilding and relationship building. While the main focus is on the Galaxy Team, I've read all of them and there's at least one fic in there where both are prominent figures and actually express a distinct way of thinking. There's also same earth; same air; same sky which explore their sibling-like dynamics.

But on that note, shoutout to jdphobe for making that and Apotheosis as well. Definitely the most invested I have ever been in a long fic. There's two other legends arceus fic of theirs as well that focuses on Volo but be sure to give them a read as well!!

And I think that's it!! This post's gone on for long enough so no wildcard for today. Thanks for sending me the ask!

[smallestapplin]

EZ EZ ITS PEGGING SEASON H O L Y SH I T

I got a good one for ya!

Its volo's turn, but he'd be such a bitch about it

The definition of power bottom has Volo's name written all over it and you are practically tied uo while he fucks himself on your strap.

The man would absolutely have two bullet vibrators for you, on inside your pretty cunt and one on your clit

You cant walk for a few days and he has a slight lip :")

-wax

Reader is fem

🔞18+🔞

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First Volo worked you up to make sure you were dripping wet, then to get your strap on, but the second you had it secured you were pinned right back to the bed, hands tied to the bed frame and legs tied to be spread open.

Next he typed a bullet vibrator to your clit and another placed inside you, pushed right up against your sweet spot but he didn’t turn them on yet, the remotes in each hand while he lowers himself onto your lubed up strap on.

Usually when he is this aggressive you’re the one being impaled.

His beautiful blonde hair falling down his shoulders when he tilts his head back. Once fully seated on the silicone dick he smirks down at you before turning on each vibrator.

The sudden pleasure makes you jerk, thrusting your hips up. Volo moans quickly mix with yours.

“Mmm that’s it, just like that! Be a good-ah! Worshipper for me.”

He places his hands on your stomach to balance himself, bouncing to meet your thrusts.

His golden hair acting like a curtain when he leans over, his so pretty to look at, his face bright red despite trying to come off as more dominant. You can tell he is fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back.

You can only helplessly moan, the vibrations only getting faster, working you up quickly. You thrash around at the overwhelming pleasure, only adding more to Volo’s.

The man cries out, all your thrashing slams the silicone dick right at his prostate. He is drooling he can feel it.

“Fuck! Good pet, so good, come on keep going!” His voice rising in pitch.

“Volo! Ah gonna..gonna cum!”

“Mm cum then, we w-won’t be stopping soon.” Speaking is getting harder to do, his brain foggy with lust.

You always know how to fuck him right, even if he’s on top.

You cum loudly but he keeps going, even after he cums all over you.

“More! More! Come on, you can-fuck! Oh, do better!”

The blonde keeps going, fucking himself harder on your strap on.

His moans pitching higher, you’d coo at him if the vibrators would stop, it’s all becoming too much.

Even after the second time, he still just won’t stop.

“Filthy! F-fucking whore!” You growl. Tossing your head back against the pillows whining.

Volo didn’t have to tell you how much your words effected him, it shows in how he whines loudly and fucks himself harder on your fake cock.

“So good! Sogoodsogoodsogood!”

His dick twitches for a final timed crying out as he cums. Slowly he turns the vibrators off, leaving you two panting and laying in your own cum.

“Pretty boy, I can’t, I can’t clean up if you don’t get off me.”

“Please….j..just a few more minutes.” He does untie you though, allowing you to hold him.

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“Hey, you’re limping pretty bad there boy, you alright?” Ginter looks at Volo with mild concern.

The blonde merchant waves him off “never better, actually.”

You however called out of work, you don’t think you could face Cyllene with legs shaking like a new born ponyta.

[incorrect-pokemon-villain-quotes]

Volo: “Yo Ginter, got dat drip broski? Shit’s bussin.”

Ginter: “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Volo: “That sky kid taught me a new language from the future, pretty interesting, no?”

Rei: *throwing a Pokéball* “YEET!”

Volo: “POGGERS!”

Ginter: “… I can’t do this anymore-”

[spitdrunken]

fallen angel volo... tried to overthrow god and got kicked out....

notes: religious themes, implied murder

he has a magnetic aura, even while pretending to be human. people are drawn to his ethereal beauty and flickers of holiness like moths to a flame. ( the worst of the worst, tainted by sin, are appalled. )  he entertains their company, nothing more, nothing less.

volo may have been struck down, but he is not dead yet, and can still dream. can an angel even be killed? he does not know the answer, and he does not intend to find out. in fact, it may be somewhat more convenient for him to be down here... he will cast judgement upon the souls he encounters. the world his maker created, he believes, has fallen in disrepair. all these rotten souls are evidence that the world needs to be cleansed. at least here he can send them to an early punishment.

he usually hides his true appearance, but... his wings are still melting. about half of them are gone entirely, but the remainder looks like a molten candle and drips whenever he moves. the droplets disappear before they touch the ground. the splintered remains of his halo float above his head. ( and so many eyes. so so so many eyes. he hides them well, but don’t make him mad. ) 

but the longer he is forced to stay on earth, the more human he becomes. he gains different feelings, new and overwhelming and, some, painful. it is all awfully confusing and it becomes a chore to get through the days while he’s figuring it all out. ( his blood turns from gold, to red. ) with it all, most importantly, he gains a human’s ability to sin, actions no longer motivated by his ‘selfless’ believe in what is truly the right thing to do. greed comes to him. and lust, and envy- twisting and digging their thorns into his chest. 

when he becomes attracted to you it is, first of all, destructive. 

[r0-boat]

Okay but priest Ingo is the only one able to see demon Volo. The shenanigans he'd get up to. Volo whispering sinful ideas in his ear, making gestures/comments at the various people he sees, ghosting his hands over your body at a gathering~ wardrobe malfunctions? All Volo's fault, and he keeps pushing Ingo to see what makes him break that holy facade.

-FwB anon

YEESSS

Preist!ingo haunted by demon volo

Ok ingo found an old Arceus pendant that was kept by the celestics long ago. And he put it on without a second thought, you know like any person with an old definitely not cursed artifact.

Dependent started to Glow a faint red as the Shadow from the furniture drip and pool on the floor in front of him

A Clawed human hands scratches his way out of the black pool. Gold horns and shadowy tentacles he had attributes to the dark lord Giratina.

Volo is cursed to stay near ingo at all times

Volo can't actually do anything unless he has a body

You can feel volo hands on your body sort of?You just feel really chilly

Demon Volo can read ingo's thoughts too and oh he listens to every single one of them.

As ingo's love interest you are a prime target of Volo's harassment,

Nsfw

Below

Volo was shook the first time he read ingo's mind

It was when You Walked into the church wearing but just a white tank top when it started to rain.

Ingo tried desperately not to look at you, and volo was playing around with his powers until he got something to work. And then that's when he heard it.

'Their in a tank top... I wanted to rip their clothes off like a Mindless beast and take them as a punishment for tempting me'

What the fuck kind of sin sprouted from this holy priest's mind? This... this could make even the most powerful of succubi blush.

Well now volo was intrigued and a little angry. Someone with this much sin could make an excellent demon to let you chooses to waste away as a simple virgin not on his watch!

Trade offer

You get: So pussy

I get: To watch

[lostonehero]

This is some of the half Zoroark no mercy Emmet smut I've written

Again NSFW beyond this point you've been warned

Emmet growls to himself; he doesn't know if it is the calming nature or his annoyingly persistent companion. Emmet was frustrated and not normal frustrated sexually frustrated, which he hasn't had to deal with since he was a teenager.

      Volo has been with him for three years now, and the man worshiped him. It made Emmet uncomfortable to a point even after everything Volo had done in the past; he still forgave him. Every little bit of affection he gave to Volo made the man break down and beg to be hurt. They were both a mess and a half to be fair.

     Emmet has long tossed his coat and remaining clothes aside his ears twitched on top of his head as his face heated up. He was already hard just thinking about Volo; he shouldn't be.

    He growled louder in frustration as he took his clawed hand and slowly touched his member, which was already dripping precum.. he hissed it has been too long, and he was way too sensitive. 

    ///

   Volo was returning from a supply run and a healing run returning Emmet's 12 pokemon, letting them go. they always were respectful to him but only followed Emmet's command. Emmet was everything he desired.

    A sound he wasn't used to hearing Drew his attention as he put down the bags in their shared tent, he followed the noise.

   Volo breath caught in his throat. his lord Emmet was up against a tree rutting in his hand. His own lord, his God was crying out, he had to help him.

   Volo paused his action when Emmet spotted him.

  A very quiet and raspy voice spoke out. "If you want this finger yourself, I won't do it with my claws."

   This was the fastest Volo ripped off his pants. he went to his knees and sucked on his fingers. His lord was purring watching him. This was such a blessing that he would do anything for him.

   The first finger was cold; he hated how cold his hands were, but he needed to do this. The second finger was better; he was making pitiful noises, but he didn't notice Emmet grow closer. 

   "Add more, or I will tear."

    "Y-yes." Volo wasn't concerned about tearing; he couldn't die or truly stay injured, but he would do anything Emmet asked. The added fingers burned since he wasn't taking his time; he was impatient and just wanted to feel his lord inside of him.

   His lord must have thought it was enough because he removed his hand and stuck his claws in his mouth and then rubbed it all over his member.

   Volo let out a startled squeak turned moan as he was mounted. It was so big. He could feel tears form at the corner of his eyes. May he brutalize him, prayed, and begged. It burned so good he wanted it all he tried to back into it, but his lord held him in place.

    Emmet had different plans; he went slow waiting for Volo to adjust, not allowing him to force movement. His teeth grazed his shoulder as the pace picked up when he felt Volo relaxed.

    "Emmet, please, please, please." Volo begged for more; he couldn't handle how gentle his lord was being. He was so close.

   The pace picked up at a rapid pace as they both got close.

   Volo saw white as he came all over the ground. He started to cry.

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   Emmet whined as he fell back, taking Volo with him. his knot is nowhere near small enough to be removed comfortably for either of them. 

   The crying startled him. Volo should be happy with this; maybe Emmet was too rough with him. He practically raped him, then no wonder why he was upset. He whined again, hugging him from behind, leaning over his shoulder. 

   "S-sorry my lord, you have given me a gift. I can't be crying about it; punish me make me feel bad. I don't deserve this kindness."

  Emmet frowns as Volo continued 

   "I didn't earn this. I'm just serving you; I don't deserve to feel good." He was crying harder. "Punish me. I deserve it."

    Emmet, frustrated and in no state to talk, turns Volo around, making them both moan. He just presses the shorter man into his chest and hugs him.

    Volo's breathing finally evens out, and Emmet removes himself from him and immediately uses his tongue to start cleaning him. He didn't want to admit it, but he did like the taste.

//t

   "L-LORD I AH." Volo can't really complete his thought, his Lord Emmet was eating him out. He just begged for punishment, and he is getting rewarded again. He didn't deserve this.

   His lord finishes quickly, still managing to make him cum a second time all over his chest. "I sir master uh Lord Emmet I'm sorry I should have."

    Emmet merely growled at him and laid him on his chest. 

Volo pressed himself against his lord's fur and wrapped his hands in Emmet's. "I-i don't understand , but I'll follow it."

….. The morning comes…..

Emmet Yawns notices Volo is already up, but he refuses to move and tries to pretend to be asleep. "No more crying."

Emmet feels Volo tense on top of him. "N-no, sir."

    "Safety checks in order."

     "Yes."

      "Good for river?"

       "Emmet?"

      "Bathtime."

     Emmet picks up Volo, who curls against him. "No more crying after care; you need care too." He huffs annoyed at how raspy his voice sounds.

    Volo starts to cry again, clinging to Emmet as they go to wash in the river. 

His lord should be a terror, no mercy. Why does he even care about him? He is made to serve him and only him. Lord Emmet doesn't need to make him feel good. He didn't deserve it.

Emmet made him feel like he was worth something. He said he made him feel it's been so long since he even felt cared about. Lord Emmet even hurt him when he asked for it, and he loved being hurt.

The bath helped and brushing out Lord Emmet's hair, and fur was his favorite part. He needed to make more clothes soon for him and his lord.

Volo truly felt happy in this moment

......next smut thing.....

Emmet was chewing on the new chew toy Volo picked up while he was out. It was the best, and he could feel new teeth ready to come in, so it's even better. He didn't want any trainers today to battle; he was focused on his new toy. He did accidently disembowl Volo for sneaking up on him.

Volo looked across the tent at Emmet who was content playing with his chew toy. His lord hurt him today, which gave him butterfrees in his stomach and not as in his organs, regrowing but like a happy feeling. His lord did, however, groom him after and bring him several margikarp for him. His lord never needed to apologize for harming him he adored pain, and he totally didn't cry when Emmet was cleaning the blood from his skin and he purred to make the regrowing of organs easier not at all.

"Lord Emmet?" Volo questioned, looking at Emmet who was curled up grooming his fur.

Emmet sat up, looking at Volo with a neutral smile.

Volo flinched, trying to find the right words. "I just wanted to say you don't have to care for me. I don't deserve it, and I've already done so many horrible things, and I like it when you hurt me. it makes me feel something more than being numb. I-i like to serve you, sir. I don't need anything in return."

Emmet huffs, crawling over and forcing Volo to lay on his chest.

"S-sir, I just said I am fine. I don't need care or affection I am made to serve you, Lord." Volo squeaks as Emmet hugs him from behind.

" I forgave you." Emmet nuzzles his face in the crook of Volo neck. "I am growing fond of you."

Volo's face turns a bright red. "S-s-sir, I uh." He was at a loss for words his blood going south at the minimal praise.

Emmet can smell the change in Volo. The arousal clung to him, Emmet wondered what he said to cause this; he really wasn't in the mood to have sex but he would like to please Volo. That man was too much self-hatred.

Volo squirmed as he felt his Lord's hand move down, and his claws masterful claw opened his pants. "E-Emmet my lord y-you don-" his words are cut off as his member is exposed and a warm clawed hand traces lines up and down.

Emmet smiled as he swiped a drop of precum on his finger and brought it to his mouth. He was developing quite the taste for it. He pushed Volo off of him and laid him down on the floor of the tent, which was covered in a soft mat of his fur.

Volo gasps as his back hits the floor. "S-sir?" Was the last thing he could say with any coherent thought as his Lord Emmet went down and put his entire member in his mouth, his sharp teeth barely grazing it as he went deeper. Volo had tears forming in the corner of his eyes; it was everything he could ever want. It was so much at once.

Emmet decided he really liked the taste as he kept going. He looked up at Volo, who was writhing in pleasure holding back the moans, trying to stay quiet.

Emmet went up and down a low purr, rumbled in his chest, and he could feel it Volo was close.

"Sir, I can't I'm I'm." Volo gasps as he came his lord Emmet drank every last drop. He was shaking overwhelmed with emotions; his lord let him curl up next to him as he started to come down from that high.

Emmet was purring loudly as he held onto Volo. He was satisfied with only that he knew Volo was going to try to please him next, but he didn't want that right now, so he kept Volo tight to his chest.

Volo refused to cry this time Emmet made him feel so good, and he didn't deserve it. He had to make it up to him, but his lord would let him go, and he was so warm, and he felt safe. He was already feeling tired; his eyelids were getting heavy. Maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt. His lord is already holding him so close and tight.

Emmet purrs in recent as Volo falls asleep, he starts to groom his hair while he rests. When he is finished, he helps redress him and wrap him in blankets so he can leave and go hunting. he is craving roasted bidoof, and he needs to feed Volo, too.

…..

Volo woke up wrapped in fluffy blankets dressed in soft clothes and to the smell of something roasting over a fire. He didn't mean to sleep so late; it was supposed to be a short nap. Why didn't his lord wake him? He untangle himself from the blankets and rushed outside the tent to find Emmet roasting a skinned bidoof over a fire.

"Lord Emmet I apologize for sleeping in. You wanted me to rest, and I did, but I didn't mean to rest that long, I'm sorry. Volo pauses as Emmet holds out a plate of food for him. "Ah yes I'll eat thank you sir."

Emmet chirps and smiles, eating his right off the fire. He watched Volo eat with content. Emmet wasn't the best cook that was always Ingo's speciality but he was glad it was good enough for Volo. Granted he thinks if he serve Volo dirt he would eat it with a smile which is concerning.

Volo finished his food and took the plates to clean. "Thank you sir for everything. Let me just clean these and I will be back."

Emmet watches Volo head to the river to clean off the plates. Emmet smiles a small but true smile, the first real smile he has had since Ingo vanished. Emmet knew Ingo was in the past. He believed the photos and Volo, but he was also glad Ingo had a long and happy life; his letters were proof of that. He has long forgiven Volo for his role involving that. He just wished Volo wouldn't harm himself so much or hate himself. Emmet himself was still coming to terms with the face he was falling in love with his constant companion.

Emmet truly couldn't fault Volo for any of it, 400 years alive and basically alone could destroy anyone. Probably even Ghetisis, now that's a thought. He huffed through a laugh and smiled again. He wondered why it was so easy to smile when he watched Volo do anything.

Volo returned to put everything away in the correct places. "Oh uh Sir Emmet thank you again for everything."

Emmet yawned and nodded, stretching out. It really wasn't much but Volo had a habit of thanking him for every little thing.

Volo returns the yawn, and he is quiet his voice barely a whisper. "Can I uh can I request you join me in bed once more."

Emmet's ears perked up as he got up looming over Volo. He easily puts out the fire and picks up Volo to head into the tent for the night. Emmet truly did love sleeping with Volo.

Volo again squeak and sprouted many thank yous and praises towards Emmet as they settled in for the night.

[crowborn666]

Cyllene Drabble

(Once again got inspired by art I found on Pinterest, basically a manga styled comic in Japanese were Cyllene pulls a beat up Rei into a hug. I’m assuming after he returned from being banished or maybe Volo)

(Written with Cyllene being seen as a bit of a mother figure to the reader)

Possible TW: injuries

Cyllene wouldn’t admit she had grown swiftly attached to you. How you didn’t hesitate when given a mission or other such orders, how well you cared for your Pokémon, sometimes putting them before you, even the small slip-ups when you’d forget to tack on a “sir/ma’am” to the end of your words when speaking to her or Kamado.

She hid her emotions well when you were banished, giving you a “don’t die out there” as she walked a bit out beyond the main gate. Even though to most, her words would seem harsh and cold, or perhaps uncaring, but you knew she was immensely worried.

You found her Abra awaiting you in Cogita’s hideaway, giving you sneaky access to things you would need in the village. The fact that her Abra came with a caring letter from her (which you know she’ll absolutely deny ever happened) spoke more than words could.

She couldn’t have been happier to see you return back from dealing with Dialga and Palkia with only minor scrapes and scuffs, nothing you and a few days rest couldn’t handle.

Soon enough, you were back on your feet again. Despite the little tension between you and Kamado, things quickly went back to normal. You raced off into the field, occasionally coming back with a few new Pokémon you found to add to the Pokédex.

You’d uncovered more legendaries and mythicals, gaining more plates from them. You were checking in with Cyllene in her office, telling her about your next excursion. Little did either of you know the horrors that would befall.

The chatter that quickly filled the village did not take long to reach Cyllene’s ears. Volo’s betrayal was one not many could predict. How he was the one to originally open the rift, how he had used you to gain access to the plates, and what he had planned for when he reached Arceus.

You’d defeated him, just like everyone knew you would, but not without injury.

Well, injury was an understatement.

When word of what happened had spread, you did not return to the village within a few days. Search parties had rushed out to find you, the wardens helping out with their Lord’s as well.

Ingo and surprisingly Melli had found you first, your Pokémon supporting you down the old path of the Celestica Trail. Your Pokémon, even though they were beaten and battered in their own right, pushed through their pain to lessen yours. You were covered in cuts and bruises, a bloodied nose still dripping along with a broken ankle.

Volo certainly did not hold back, nor did he fight fair.

Ingo and Melli patched you up as best they could with what they had, tending to your Pokémon as well. Even Melli was too shaken by your state to keep up his egotistical act.

They had returned your Pokémon back to their pokeballs, and carried you back to Jubilife.

The other search parties had been notified and called back, and it took a whole day for Ingo and Melli to bring you back without any unneeded detours or stops, and so it was late at night when you’d arrived.

Cyllene was waiting at the front gate, looking tired and stressed.

You were taken to the infirmary, and once better patched up, Cyllene was allowed to sit by your side. You had woken up, quietly eating the onigiri you were given as you stared down into your lap.

Cyllene was nothing if not perceptive. She could tell you were a mess of emotions, feeling betrayed and hurt, perhaps even foolish for not having figured out Volo’s plans sooner.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when two arms slinked around your shoulders, Cyllene pulling you into a warm hug, her voice just barely over a breath. “I was so worried.”

You quietly reached out, returning her hug as you rest your bandaged cheek on her shoulder.

It was quiet as she held you, slowly pulling back from the hug to urge you to finish the dinner Pesselle knew your stomach could handle. She glanced over you two more times, turning into a bit of a mother hen as she checked your over for anything that was missed or if you needed anything.

When she had finally let you be to rest, she returned to her office, quietly telling her Abra to keep an eye on you, just to be sure.

Cyllene let out a long, heavy sigh. Things would get better, you’d heal after a while, and then you’d go out on excursions once again. And every day you could, you’d go get food from Beni, and eat dinner with her in her office, and talk about nonsense.

Despite all the worry, Cyllene knew you still had that fire and passion in you. Volo certainly hadn’t done as much damage as he thought or hoped.

I have more Drabbles! Found here!

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[gnocchighoul]

Might i request an hc on HOW EACH OF THE BOYS WOULD REACT TO WALKING IN ON MC SLEEPING PANTLESS bc they passed tf out after mastrubating 😘😘

ofc you can bby 😘

This post is just for the 7 brothers, if you want hcs for Volo, Barb, Simeon, and Solomon too, just lmk 💙

warnings: somnophilia, dubious consent

~

Lucifer

Oh, you sweet thing. Toys? Really? After he specifically told you to wait? Now that just won't do.

So desperate that you refused to wait for him—well, then. He’s going to have to punish you now, isn’t he?

He uses your toy—thrusting it in and out of you, burying it deep inside your pussy, watching the way you clench around the vibrating object. Fucks you slowly awake—whimpering and jerking your hips against the intrusion that has you so full, sparks shooting up your spine. He takes his time, a hand on your hip—stilling your sleepy rutting.

He’s going to take you to the edge at his pace—toying with your clit, the slow drag of the toy against your velvety warm walls, right up against that little spot that makes you see stars, and then—

Nothing. You’re clenching open air.

He knocks your hand away when you reach for your clit with a desperate whine.

You didn’t really think it would be that easy now, did you?

Mammon

Oh, Mammon. Sweet Mammon.

He wasn’t going to do anything. Honest.

But you were just right there, so soft and warm and when he snuggled up to you, you had curled up against him so sweetly—

He rubs his half-hard erection against your glistening slit, slowly, so as not to wake you. Slipping through your sticky folds, bumping against your clit. Rutting mindlessly, lazily, until the head of his throbbing cock catches inside of your stretched out pussy and he’s groaning, bucking his hips up into your slick heat.

His cock is swallowed up by your dribbling cunt, hips pressed flush against your ass. His fingers move down to where you’re connected, flicking and rolling your clit around. You mewl in your sleep and clench—his hips stutter, pace faltering as he shoves his cock as deep as he can, filling you up with his cum.

Levi

He’s jealous... of a toy. That’s a first. 

The offending piece of pink silicone is still near your hand, glistening with your juices, and—

Oh. You’re not wearing any pants.

Hehehehehe. 

Levi doesn’t hesitate to shake you awake. As soon as you’re back in the world of the conscious, he’s slipping long, slender fingers inside of you, groaning at how tight and wet you feel around him. You cover your face when he spreads you open wide, watching how your pussy desperately clenches and twitches for something, anything.

You won’t have to beg much for him to fuck you—he’ll be more than happy to. He’s got a real cock and he knows how to use it, that’s so much better than any dumb old toy~

Satan

:)

Good thing you managed a short nap. Don’t expect much more sleep.

He takes you roughly—tanktop pushed up to your chin, as he sinks you down on his cock again and again. 

Crushing your body into the mattress, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. Buries his cock in you from behind, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. Strokes your spine and fists his other hand into your hair. Snaps his hips into your own until your knees give out. He holds you with one hand, the other sliding down your front to rub at your clit until you’re a keening, writhing mess—and he takes you again and again, all night long.

Asmo

Asmo would wake you up gently—pressing small kisses to your eyelids, cheeks, the tip of your nose, until you’re blinking away the sleep. At the first sign of you being awake, he’ll slip down the mattress, pushing your thighs apart with his shoulders, peppering teasing kisses along the soft skin of your inner thighs.

When you whine at him to get to it already, he’ll narrow his eyes—nip at your thigh with sharp incisors, then lick the full length of your slit with the flat of his tongue. Asmo’s fingers press up inside you, curling to reach that wonderful spot he knows you just can’t reach on your own. Laps at your pussy and curls the tip of his tongue around the little nub until fire is pooling in your tummy and your hand lands in his hair, threading through caramel colored locks as you grind against his mouth.

Beel

This goes one of two ways, depending on his mood. Either he’s going to be a sweetie—cover you up and let you sleep, or:

He’s going to wriggle himself into the space between your legs—lapping at the puffy lips of your cunt with his fleshy pink tongue. He takes his time pulling you apart—slow, savoury suckles that are meant to devour. Wet and sloppy.

When you start to squirm, he’ll settle a large hand on your tummy, splaying his fingers out to pin you down and hold you still. You’re not allowed to buck up against his mouth.

He'll keep you there for hours, spurred on by your desperate mewling and sobs.

He can’t help the slow, involuntary rutting of his hips into the mattress, but, he won’t bounce you up and down on the heavy weight of his cock just yet—no, not until you’re sopping wet, your eyes glazed over, and you’re all soft and pliant in his arms.

Belphie

:(

Why didn't you invite him? You know how he loves to watch. 

He could have helped, even—could have sat you in his lap, rubbed lazy circles around your clit while you fucked yourself open.

Did you really think you were going to have all the fun without him? Well, no matter. He’s here now.

Belphie is going to stretch you out on his cock. Smears the tip, dripping with precum, across your wet heat—then sinks into your fucked out, weeping pussy, filling you up nice and snug. Rocking slowly, gently, into your tight, wet heat, toying with your swollen little clit until your hole is twitching, milking him like a good little fucktoy. If you wake up, he’ll stay buried inside of you, balls deep—tell you what a good girl you are and put you back to sleep on his cock.

((part 2 with the undateables))