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sexysilverstrider · 7 months
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Irresolute Feelings (Chapter 3) | Volokari
   Silence was heavy. Unbearable.
   One lone woman pressed her back against the wall. Her head tilted upwards, wide eyes staring at the tall man whom she loved but now feared. Colour almost drained from her face. The expression he wore was void of joy. A deep frown stretched his mouth. Though blonde bangs covered half of his face, shivers ran down her spine to see such a cold, sharp glare pierced directly at her.
   Her heart raced—she didn’t want this to be the cause.
   “Um…” Her mouth was agape, shivered. “Are…you okay?” She sniffed not a whiff of alcohol on him. He didn’t look dirty either; not a speck of dirt nor blood that implied that he was doing business outside of town. Both palms pressed against the wall, one hand however twitched in hesitance on whether or not she should reach out for him.
   Silence continued to slice her into two.
   He looked at her. Dotted pupils focused from head to toe. She was home. She was home. That was all that came to mind when he saw her sandals near the entrance. She’s here. She’s here. That was all that bubbled in his head when he stepped into her—their house.
   She’s mine. She’s mine. That was all that boiled inside his mind when he saw her in the room. Akari. Akari.
   He saw her with someone else. Akari. He saw her with that bastard of a man. Akari. Akari. She was so close with that fucker. So close. Their bodies were touching. Akari. Their hands were holding. Akari.
   Anger fumed through flared nostrils. Akari. Grey eyes landed on her, witnessing such fear that once bared its presence for the first time in the Temple of Sinnoh. Akari. The hand on the wall slowly curled into fists, dull nails digging into the flesh of his callous palm.
   Akari. He saw her. He saw her so close with someone else! Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari Akari AKARI—!
   “Volo…”
   Her voice grounded him back to earth.
   Once again, he looked at her.
   He hated that expression on her face.
   A frown quivered such pink lips. Taking a deep breath, Akari met his gaze. “What’s wro—?”
   “How was your day, dear?”
   The question—so off-putting; so eerily calm—caught her off guard. “It was good.” A simple short reply. She wasn’t ready to reveal the actions of hours ago, but judging by his actions now, Akari didn’t know if she’s ever ready. “I and Rei—”
   His fist by the side of her head curled tighter.
   “—subdued an Alpha Luxray today. It was terrifying, but we managed to escape.” Her words were careful. Calculated. Jet black eyes never once broke from his intense gaze. Fear may have taken root, but courage steadily crept up as this was not the first time that she had ever seen him like this.
   At least, this was a first since they started being together.
   “Rei—”
   A sharp breath hissed through gritted teeth.
    “—got wounded pretty bad on the ankle so I had to bring him back to the village for better treatment. He’s okay now.” Her mind tried to calculate the situation they were in. Volo clearly wasn’t in a good mood. This wasn’t the first time. Ever since they lived together, they both knew how to keep a proper amount of distance when they needed to. Just because their feelings were mutual didn’t mean that it was always sunshine and roses. Akari soon realized Volo still had to adapt to the world he swore to destroy—just as he had to understand the sheer grief she had to face when she lost her own world.
   Usually, they did their own matters after a fight—though often petty ones—and made up, at worst, the day after. Sometimes their apologies were verbal. Sometimes their apologies were physical.
   In the end, it would all end well.
   But now, as she remained stuck between a wall and him, Akari couldn’t tell if this would too.
   A single gulp slid down a dry throat. “So…yeah.” She was dumbfounded. “I ah…came home early because I was…” The words a breathy murmur, Akari forced herself to look at him. “…tired…”
   He squinted. His frown never left.
   “Hmm…” was all he said next. Finally, he moved his other hand. “And this?” Fingers lightly brushed the scar on her right cheek. Volo watched as she flinched. Be it from his touch or the pain, he didn’t know.
   If it was the former, then he didn’t know how to convince himself otherwise when he remembered her touch with the other Galaxy member.
   Fury was a dangerous master as it could easily take over a person’s body.
   One minute, he was caressing her cheek, fingers brushing the fresh wound that seemed so easy to tear open if he pierced his nail through.
   The next, his left hand roughly grasped her lower jaw, fingers pressing against a vein in her neck.
   The action and shock caused her to cough. “V-Vo…lo—ck…” Strong hands pressed against her jaw, forcing her mouth to open. Dark eyes widened, tears near forming the sides at the sudden pain. Quickly her hands whipped to his left hand, yet his strength and the bafflement of the situation disabled her to pry him away.
   “Did you have fun with Rei today?” His fingers pressed against her neck.
   “Wha—ugh…!” Her words became wheezes.
   “Did you?” He leaned closer, hand still firm on her face. A smile finally broke apart, yet honesty was nowhere to be seen. “Did you feel safe with him around?” His forehead bonked against her, pushing her head hard against the wall.
   Her vision was getting blurry.
   “Aaaah…and here I was, worry to my wit’s end.” He cocked her head upwards. “And yet, what did I see?” Blind anger seethed as it scraped her pale face.
   Akari tried and tried again. But all she could do, all she could see, was the man she loved turning into a living nightmare. “V-Vo…”
   “You.”
   His word was laced with venom. It punctured her heart. Tore her chest apart.
   His body pressed against hers. Coat be damned as Volo harshly pressed his hips against hers. “You being so close to another man. You talking about another man.” His grip loosened—just for a few seconds—before he shocked her again by jolting her face closer. “You being so vulnerable to everyone when you clearly belong to me.”
   A single tear trickled down her cheek.
   “You told me you love me.” He rubbed against her. A low groan exhaled as he felt his cock brushing her thigh. It felt good. He hated it. He hated it! “You told me you love me.”
   Another and another tear soaked her cheeks and his hand.
   It hurt.
   It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
   He saw. He saw.
   However, jealousy was a disease.
   “How dare you…” he whispered, weak and seething still. “How…dare you…”
   “Vol-lo…” A whimper of a name escaped. “S-Sto—”
   “How dare you…” He couldn’t hear her anymore.
   “Sto—”
   Body flushed hard against her. Hand clutched madly onto her jaw. “How…” His body moved on instinct. Fingers still digging into her throat, Volo watched as those beautiful dark eyes grew red. “…dare—”
   Pupils dilated slightly at the sight of her. The image formed thorns of guilt, stabbing his heart mercilessly until he himself had lost breath.
   He didn’t want this. He should stop. He needed to stop. He didn’t want to hurt her. “—YOU!”
   “STOOOP!”
   Taking advantage of the brief moment of weakness, Akari roughly wiggled her face away from his hand and screamed.
   SLAM!
   Everything happened too fast.
   The first moment, they were pressed onto the wall. Akari could barely breathe. A horrible hurricane of panic, fear, and sorrow overcame her to a total stupor.
   The second moment, once her shout rang through, Akari felt breathless.
   A gasp and many coughs escaped her tight lungs once she was released. Thud. Weakly, she fell to the floor. One hand clutched her chest. The other shakily caressed her neck. Tears still trickled down her cheeks. Her head rapidly spun, but Akari knew fainting wouldn’t help the situation right now.
   Kneeling on the tatami mat, she looked forward.
   Pupils shrunk to dots to see the back of her Hisuian Typhlosion. Raging flames of purple and red lit up the area. If not for the wide space of the room, it wouldn’t be a surprise that the place could be burned down.
   Akari needed to stop this.
   Meanwhile, while horror stunned the woman, her starter was fueled with nothing but manic rage.
   ‘You…’ Bloodred eyes shot to tiny dots as he glared at the groaning man. ‘Youuuu….” He stood tall, head cocked upwards as he glared at the pathetic human below. Fangs were borne ferociously. Claws were out and gleaming at every tip. The fur on his body prickled from head top to bottom. If Belial were to take one step forward, one would swear that a fire could be formed right where he stood,
   Taken aback by the violent push, Volo carefully pushed himself upright. Confusion was immediately replaced with terror once he saw him.
   Belial didn’t move. He stood in front of Akari. He stood between his beloved human and the bastard of a creature. His glare—nearly demonic and hollow—bore holes into Volo’s skull.
   He should have never let him live with her. He should have never let this sleazy man slither back into her life. From the day he met him as a Cyndaquil, Belial had a bad feeling about it. And the feeling only grew stronger and stronger each time they met.
   But he kept quiet. He kept his silence and watched.
   Akari may love the vile man honest and true. She may have accepted him despite what he had done to her. And Belial respected that. He respected her choices as long as it made her happy.
   But now.
   Now.
   As she kneeled on the floor, shivering and crying, Belial knew Volo would always be the one who would never be able to make her happy.
   With that resolution in mind, he slowly tilted his head.
   Without a word, without a sound, wisps of purple coated around his mane. The fire from the hearth disappeared immediately. Silence intensified furthermore, almost breathless. Even though night time was filled with stars and the moon, all was an abyss inside the quaint house.
   Nothing except fumes of purple and two dots of red.
   Panic seeped in the poor blonde. As he scrambled backwards, all he saw was a smoke of skulls above the bloodthirsty Hisuian Typhlosion.
   Realizing what Belial was about to do, Akari had another set of alarms setting her off. “Belial sto—!”
   Unfortunately, before another scream could be finished, he unleashed Infernal Parade.
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volo-omnia · 1 year
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oh yeah i realized since i have this blog now i just wanna lay some ground rules
if you ship volokari this blog isn't for you.
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hydrachea · 2 years
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Regarding Possessed Volo AU!(Because I love Gira with all my heart but they deserve feral rights)
I don't know what's more horrifying for Akari, fighting Giratina or literally holding Volo's life in her hands afterwards.
On one hand regarding the battle, Volo did this. He did this, he had Giratina rip open the rift, he betrayed her, he threatened to take the plates by force and destroy the world-
On the other, he was her friend, the only one who could help her when she was cast out, the one who took her to Cognita in the first place, and his terror and panic as Giratina took control of him shatters her heart
I just imagine her, at some point while fighting Giratina, seeing how it's so uncaring of what it's doing to him, just breaking- begging please please stop you're hurting him you're killing him-!
(ALSO regarding the antimatter thing, it is possible Cynthia is wrong. In D/P/PL she mentions she's begun to study mythology. She's in no way an expert and myths aren't a good source. It's entirely possible Giratina IS gravity, which I believe, but when it was banished people began to believe it was antimatter.)
Possessed!Volo
Honestly? Giratina deserves to be as scary as it's owed to be, as a treat.
Akari in this situation just has a horrible time altogether, she has to take in everything Volo did and was planning to do from the start and immediately after, most likely before she can even process all of it and when she's still torn between seeing him as a friend or an enemy, he's taken over by Giratina. And she's torn between being scared of him, and being scared for him. He's still someone she cares about despite everything, we see it with how sad she looks when she watches him leave after their battle. I don't think she'd hesitate for long, if at all, before trying with everything she has to save him.
(Not to mention what Giratina puts Volo through is... Without any reason. It's not even punishing him - it just doesn't consider him, Volo is collateral damage at best. Even for someone who's done things as terrible as he did, it's crushing to see him reduced to less than an afterthought.)
Regarding antimatter! I'll let this kind anon speak in my stead since they came to me with sources - I still have my preferences, but it seems this has been established :
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jejesart · 2 years
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I'm trying to say your Valentine's comic is abit sus, cause if you're shipping a child with an adult i hope you notice what's wrong in that equation.
well.......... i guess you just have to live with the fact that i do know and still ship those two fictional people
now, if this questionable person may say something else
im not gonna lie, when i remember that akari was stated to be 15 years old i did think mmmm yeah thats uncomfortable. but i fell in love with volokari dynamic so i just rewrite this 'equation' you said to suit my taste. i age akari up in my head. i imagine them get together when they are older (they need time anyway, volo needs some serious fixing first lol). i headcanon volo to be in his late teens or early twenties so they don't have huge age gap (i dont mind age gap but its more to my taste if my ships are only 3-4 years apart). i imagine akari being 15 is only cyllene and everyone assuming because short people and people who look younger than they actually are exist, and so on. heck i can make akari actually an immortal or had transmuted her soul into a 15 year old body and got transported to hisui as punishment from arceus. and the best thing is i totally can do that because they are fictional people from a game, so i figure i can do whatever i want with them. i focus on their dynamic more, a deranged bastard that has lost his faith in the goodness of the world and then enter this one stranger into his world and somehow fill that void with love.
i am aware there are people who don't share my preference or don't bend the traits like i do. i am more than aware of the arts/fics that involve tropes that make me uncomfortable, and it definitely cannot be bent because it's the very essence of the arts/fics, like non-con or degradation (volokari has huge potential in that area, i sadly admit). since i know i won't feel good if i look at them i turn my eyes away from those things. i think people who create those contents fully aware that not everyone agrees with their creations but they still do it willingly, so i figure arguing with them will be just a huge waste of time. i work full-time and i have my life and family to take care. i'd rather tend to those things because they are what actually have effects to my life as a real human being.
if you actually read all of that then well. thank you lmao. i hope you consider my words a little. and i hope you get that (1) you just simply cannot control other people to suit your comfort, you're in control of what you immerse in but not what other people do. if you already see a bit and you don't like it then just stop (2) what people enjoy in fiction more often than not doesn't reflect what they agree to in reality (3) you literally nitpick over fictional things. if you have time to take issue with fictional things then realise this, there are real things outside your screen that need more of your attention. there is a world outside your window that you need to live in, like it or not. you better tend to those things rather than taking care of strangers on the internet that absolutely have no impact to your life and don't have place for you in their lives.
if you still want to argue some more (maybe you do enjoy arguing online), let's just agree to disagree for my mental health lmao
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hydrachea · 2 years
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Volokari discord server!
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Come get your invites while they're hot! Available now in my and @kizarose's DMs only.
Features both a nsfw and a dead-dove channel to keep content nice and organized, at least one mod trying her best, and hopefully soon a bunch of custom emoji.
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hydrachea · 2 years
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Hey, just wanted to let you know your cannibalism stuff (especially for volokari) really set the old brain hamster running. Also why not Volo going yeah this possession stuff really fucked me up real bad and maybe i ate people BUT IT WAS FOR ARCEUS WORSHIP maybe i should stop. And then the /hunger/, which was never a thing before the Giratina possession, got him by the jugular and he's like oh f u c k. I just think it would be neat. Anyway have a nice day!
ANON I'M HAPPY TO HEAR IT!! If my rambles resonate with just one person then they deserved to be on my blog.
And oh yeah, you love to see him struggle post-possession. First trying to rationalize it, find reasons and put some distance between then and now, because in a context of Giratina being the one to influence him into it it freaks him out real bad that it's something he actually did. Understandably. Then even after Giratina's gone, it leaves him with that little parting gift and now the struggle hits twice as hard. Because before he could convince himself it was Giratina's influence, but now he knows it's gone. So it has to be all him, right? Just as he was thinking, I should put an end to this, the cravings start and they're insatiable. It's not like before where he had the choice, now he doesn't have one - either he satisfies them, or they get worse and worse, and he doesn't want to find out what they might make him do.
I like him being a twisted worshipper very deliberately conducting his rituals, but having no control over cravings left behind by something inhuman possessing his body and being terrified of himself? That's also TASTY.
You have a nice day too, friend!
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