#Volo (derogatory)

[wizzard890]

Bastian and Volo - The Antichrist and his Hound

There once was a boy who served in a castle. The noble family who lived there paid him no mind.

One day, like a blow through the heart, that boy saw God.

Something bright. Something terrible. Something holy, greater than every blazing star: Bastian, second issue of the Duke of Burgundy, seething and ambitious and wrathful.

Souls depart the body through the eyes; the boy never looked away.

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Bastian was eighteen when he noticed Volo: the young son of a stablehand who had taught himself to read, to carry, to serve. Desperately ready to file himself into a cold and razored sword for Bastian's hand, if only that hand would close like a collar around his neck.

And so, in time, Bastian seized him.

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It is your turn to see them now, years on, as the storm gathers.

Ecce homo: A Conqueror on a pale horse, his banners flying behind him, with a hunger for heaven on his lips and a burning crown on his head. But that which truly bears his glory runs at his heel.

Ecce canis: A chaste and brutal Galahad, rimed with frost, leading the legions of his Lord to any end, any dictate, as long as he is granted the final honor of slitting his own throat on Bastian's altar.

They are linked by a silver chain. God to slave, king to knight, love to worship. Even death cannot break it.

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There once was a dog who served his master. The dragon who holds his leash will never let it go.

[refrigeratedboombursts]

Both Kamado and Volo suck, the difference is that Volo gets sent to gay baby jail and Kamado to “you remind me too much of my shitty dad for me to actually look at your actions from a justified pov” jail.

[bg3smash-or-pass]

[goldensunset]

hashtag girl between the two of us I think you've got the arguably more understandable gen 4-adjacent pokemon crush. When I was younger I thought Roark was really cute. Roark as in the first gym leader in sinnoh who is there for about 5 minutes. I thought his little "vs" sprite was cute and it's embarrassing bc I do still kinda think that. At least Volo is story relevant y'know

no you know what? screw that. roark IS cute

also- a crush on volo? no no no. i want to accidentally back into him with my car at a gentle 10mph in a walgreens parking lot after we fought for the last bottle of hand lotion inside. i need to launch him into orbit. because i love him so much. you understand?

[aservantnamedketchup]

congrats to Volo enjoyers but all I can think about is how much I hated him lol

[justlarkin]

Honestly, there's so much going on with Perun that even pinpointing what his deal sounds exhausting. These are my incoherent thoughts.

Mind: With the way they explain that Perun's sacred artifact causes his own mind to be warped and lost during each use until he loses his former self, I definitely feel like there was more to Perun and Veles' history that he doesn't remember. Perun changed, most likely for the worst, from abusing his sacred artifact. I'm pretty sure Volkh did say that Perun wasn't always like this when he was defending his reasoning for staying by Perun, after all.

Loneliness: Volkh described Perun's life back in Kitezh as lonely since everyone else was intimidated by him and his position. Veles is the exception to this since he obviously has no issues with opposing and insulting Perun.

Veles: From what Perun can recall and from what we have seen, Perun has thought highly of Veles for a long time, if not always. Ignoring his usual arrogant speech quirks, Perun has only spoken positively of Veles. Even when the rest of the world was calling him a Devil, something Volos viewed as derogatory, Perun never did. It's always just "the poet" with him. Not just "the poet" though, he's Perun's "favored or beloved poet", who he admires deeply.

Volos: Perun randomly attacking Volos and them seemingly having a mutual hatred only for it to be dropped when they get to Tokyo and Volos attending the school owned by the guy he views as his brother's killer is very odd and I suspect mind shenanigans.

Dream: Then there's the dream where he, or whoever's memory it belongs to, sees Veles heading somewhere in the snow storm and tries asking him where he's going.

1. If it's not Perun's memory, then I couldn't possibly imagine it being anyone else but Volos' since he was the only other person known to be close to Veles. If Volos' memories are mixed within his own, it would explain Perun's feelings towards Veles, even if they were actually enemies, since Volos loved and respected his brother. Though I don't like the implications of Perun doing that to Volos.

2. If it was Perun's memory, what was he even doing? He seemed so annoyed when he demanded to know where Veles was going? Did he follow him out there into the snow storm or was he looking for him? It's only a snippet of a memory, but it was like he was trying to stop Veles from leaving. At least that's what I think right now.

Perun Didn't Kill Veles: Veles wasn't hunted down and murdered by Perun or anything like that. They had made an oath and Veles broke that oath. He already knew the consequences of doing so and did it anyway. Perun was not responsible for what happened. It was Veles' decision.

Furthermore, Veles is known for punishing those who break oaths and considering the power of Veles' words, the oath was most likely made with his own sacred artifact, meaning that Veles quite possibly actually killed himself.

Farewells: Perun doesn't seem comfortable with the idea of having to say goodbye to someone forever. It's why Veles' death disturbs him and it's why knowing that the one he views as that poet is still somewhere he can reach makes him happy. He doesn't do farewells.

Current Theory: Perun was very lonely since everyone was intimidated by him and avoided him due to his position, so he developed a habit of messing with everyone's minds to keep them around and even going as far as trapping them once they perish, so they can't leave him. Veles was the exception to this though as he was brave enough to stand up to Perun and this either began a friendship or just a one-sided one on Perun's end. Though, I don't only think it was that. Perun loves Veles' poetry and it's important to remember that Veles' words, his poetry, are his sacred artifact and it causes division and separation. Perun's mind is such a muddled mess after being mixed with so many other people and he acknowledges it as a bad thing. But maybe listening to Veles' poetry could undo what he did to himself and bring him a moment of clarity and peace. It's a nice thought to me.

This part is only a guess on what possibly could've caused Perun to attack Volos. I don't know if Perun is a jealous person, but he does seem rather attached to Veles and has a fixation on being No#1, so maybe he reacted poorly when Veles would leave him to spend time with Volos instead and he realized Volos was more important than him to Veles. I feel like that would explain why Perun was harassing Volos, but seemed to randomly drop it and gives motivation for Perun possibly using his sacred artifact on him. After all, Brother does outrank Friend on the familiarity meter and being Veles' brother is what Volos suspiciously never mentions. If Perun took that away from him, he and Volos would be even, at least in some bizarre logic. Veles obviously defended Volos from him Perun and their relationship became more antagonistic from there.

Veles probably recognized that Perun was not only hurting everyone else by refusing to accept separating from them, but also himself since he accumulates wear and tear on his own being every time he uses his millstone. So he tried singing about farewells and separation to hopefully breakthrough to Perun with his poetry, but it only angered Perun at that point. And as a last resort, Veles made that oath and violated it, knowing he would die, so he can prove his point to Perun and make him realize that he needed to accept letting go and saying goodbye. He also could've wanted to traumatize Perun by killing himself. That is a very Veles thing to do.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Bon appétit: Chapter 18 of 21: Lemon

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fingering, Rimming, Semi-Public Sex, Gale's Creaking Knees, Depraved Carnal Lust, Sexual Role Play, Fuck Mystra (derogatory)

Served to: @patheticfangirl

Astarion only had to take one look at his husband's face to know that something good had happened.

"I got an invitation for the annual literature event!" beamed Gale, almost vibrating out of his skin due to his excitement. "According to the letter, Volo will introduce his new book, and rumour has it that a new biography about Karsus will be revealed. I'm so excited, Astarion! Ramazith told me to go on his behalf because of my PhD - and I'm allowed to take a plus one with me. Isn't that fantastic?"

"Hello to you too," smirked Astarion, kissing his husband.

"Oh. Right.... Sorry," said Gale, sheepishly. "I got too swept up in the good news, I forgot my manners. What a faux pas."

"Indeed," snickered Astarion, kissing him once more. "Let me take a shower and tell me everything. I'm looking forward to showing you off."

Gale laughed at that, following him into the bathroom like Tara when she wanted attention – or food.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he asked. "Shouldn't it be me who want to show you off to the world?"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, love," smirked Astarion while scrubbing the smell of coffee, donuts, and cheese toast out of his hair.

The literature event was a posh, uptight thing, with champagne, weird fusion-style finger foods, tuxedos, glittery dresses, and pretentious blather. Volothamp Geddarm was one of those people who liked to hear themself talk. Astarion stifled a yawn when the famed author kept going on and on about his 'research' and discoveries regarding urban legends. Finally, the ordeal was over, and another author – some type of brainy, boring scientist – got up on stage to introduce his book called The Annals of Karsus. Astarion couldn't help but giggle at the title.

"Really, Astarion?" sighed Gale. "Don't be immature."

"Come on, can you blame me? Annals? Who even uses such preposterous words anymore?" giggled the addressed, eliciting an amused chuckle from his husband.

It was finally time for a polite round of applause and then, the guests diverged from the stage, parting into small groups to chat and gossip. Astarion and Gale kept to themselves, but the latter was dead set on talking to the scientist who'd wrote about Karsus and his work.

Since his teen years, Gale had been fascinated by the mad scientist and his experiments with dangerous matter, the Karsite Weave, to generate a new kind of energy, and a device – a battery for lack of a better word – that would be strong enough to withstand said radioactive, explosive energy.

The couple spotted the author across the room and Astarion remarked: "Are you sure you want to talk to him? He looks like a mad scientist himself. Like Einstein or Frankenstein. – Or Frank N. Furter."

"I'm sure you'll stop me before I get infected by the Karsite Madness," Gale joked. Astarion snickered.

"I doubt it. You're plenty mad already, love."

"Gale? What are you doing here?" asked a smooth, feminine voice behind them, and the laugh got stuck in the addressed's throat. Shocked, Gale turned around and was face to face with his ex-wife.

"Mystra," he got out, suddenly feeling rather ill. "I should have known you'd be here. How foolish of me."

"Yes, very," she mocked coldly. "The better question is why you are invited. I know you're not teaching anywhere anymore, so, do tell what you're doing at a literature event?"

"I –" Words failed him all of a sudden, his verbosity nowhere to be found, as Gale stood there, shocked. Astarion felt his partner tremble slightly, and he got filled with rage. He glared at the woman who'd ruined Gale's dreams. Mystra was tall, slender, and conventionally pretty, with flawless skin, bright blue eyes, and long dark hair flowing over her shoulders. She was dressed in an expensive silver dress that hugged her figure, bejewelled high heels, and a white fur shawl tastefully draped around herself and as if accidentally slipped from her shoulders into the crook of her elbows. Astarion immediately knew that everything about that woman's persona and appearance was carefully crafted and utterly fake.

Now, Mystra gave a short giggle, something that sounded sweet to the untrained ear, but hid malice.

"Oh, Gale, you're still as socially awkward as ever. I'm not surprised."

Astarion felt his eye twitch in irritation and he slid his arm around Gale's, leaning into him while looking at that absolutely vile woman in front of them, and drawled: "So, you're Mystra? Huh, I thought you'd be much more... impressive."

He felt Gale tense when his ex-wife's glare landed on Astarion. With a sneer, she looked the blond up and down, and asked: "And who are you? A co-worker?"

The addressed barked a laugh – loud enough for the nearest people around them to turn around – and purred: "No, darling. I'm Gale's husband. And you're the infamous ex who destroyed his career. Utterly unpleasant to meet you."

It was pure satisfaction to see the shock on Mystra's face.

"You've remarried? With a man? What's wrong with you, Gale?"

"Absolutely nothing. He simply refined his taste after you screwed him over so badly," retorted Astarion sharply, boring his reddish brown eyes into those crystal-blue icicles that apparently passed as peepers. "I'm Astarion Dekarios, by the way."

Again, Mystra looked shocked, seemingly unable to process the fact that Astarion had taken Gale's name. Quickly, said shock turned into disgust, twisting her face into an unamused grimace.

"Really, Gale, how could you sink so low? I didn't think you'd be a cheater, but remarrying so quickly after our divorce is a tad suspicious."

"How dare you –" snarled Astarion, but Gale interrupted him.

"I'm not the one who fell from grace, Mystra. You were the one who cheated, lied, and then tried to take everything from me. You got the apartment, the car, and most of the money. And, worst of all, you spread lies about me that didn't just get me fired but also destroyed any further chance of finding a job as a teacher. You ruined my career simply because you're a petty, greedy bitch." Astarion's head snapped up and he stared at his husband in disbelief. He'd never heard Gale talk like this before. It was incredibly hot. Starry-eyed, the blond glanced at the brunet who kept getting louder and angrier. "Are you even aware what you've done? Do you even care? Hells, sometimes, I think you've never cared. Teaching's my life, Mystra, and you know it! It's what I live and breathe. It's all I ever wanted, and you crushed my life-long dream! You always called me a disappointment and an embarrassment, but you're the only pathetic person here!" Gale paused, gasping for breath, before adding, slightly calmer: "All you ever loved was yourself. You disliked my mother, Tara, my friends. You complained about her funeral and my capability as a husband. You never even visited me in the hospital after the heart attack and instead called me a useless fool as soon as I was back home. You're... you're an awful person, Mysty." Gale straightened and pulled Astarion closer. "But despite your desire to destroy my life and unfounded resentment towards me, I'm still here, and I'm better than ever. Astarion's the best spouse I could have ever asked for, and I got a new job despite your diligent spreading of rumours. You're right though; I'm not a teacher anymore, but I still got invited to this event because of my job. And now, excuse me. I need some air and I never want to see you ever again. Farewell, Mystra."

With that, Gale turned and marched out of the hall with Astarion at his side, while the bystanders erupted into roaring applause. Gale only stopped when they'd reached the meticulously pruned garden. The brunet let out a shaky breath and tried to calm his pounding heart. That's when he felt his partner's hand on his upper arm.

"That was so fucking hot!" grinned Astarion. "I'm utterly turned on right now."

Gale chuckled amused, finally able to ease the tension in his body. Astarion leaned in, whispering in his ear.

"I want you to fuck me, my love. Right here. In this very posh garden."

"How scandalous. Someone could see us sinning," chuckled Gale, and Astarion replied, teasingly: "Well, I'm actually a princess of House Nightstar and I'm married to a magistrate named Jonathan. Thus, I'm in dire need of a distraction. I yearn for a night of freedom and passion before going back to a loveless arranged marriage."

Gale couldn't help but giggle at his husband's silliness, but he was fully on board with the weird role play.

"In that case..." He smiled, bowed, and kissed Astarion's hand. "My lady, I'm at your service. Whatever you desire tonight, it's yours."

The blond's eyes widened in surprise and he was speechless for a few heartbeats. Then, an almost shy smile spread across his handsome face.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he said softly, and Gale mirrored his sweet expression back at him. The professor-turned-librarian led his husband further into the garden by the hand until they came to a stop in a rather excluded area which was surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes. In the middle of the space stood a stone bench. Gale guided Astarion towards it and, with a flamboyant hand gesture, encouraging him to sit down.

"How quaint," Astarion huffed as he flopped down and crossed his legs.

"Now, Princess of House Nightstar, how can I be of service? Direct me," Gale spoke, mirth crinkling his eyes. Astarion swallowed thickly. Suddenly, his mouth felt very dry. He knew his husband was a little freak and enthusiastic about trying new things, but the blond wasn't sure if he could ask for the depraved thing floating through his head. But, when Gale kept looking at him with those dark, soulful eyes and muttered "Tell me what you desire, sweetheart", Astarion revealed his idea.

"I want you to fuck me. Right here. I want you to get on your knees and put your wicked tongue in me before you bend me over and fuck me raw."

As soon as the words were out, he got anxious, especially since Gale didn't say anything. A yapping Gale was a happy Gale, and silence was never a good sign. Astarion bit down on his bottom lip, cursing his boldness.

"Astarion." The brunet's fingers trailed along the blond's arm. "Is that what you really want?"

"Yes," whispered the addressed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have a-"

"Consider it most enthusiastically done, my lady."

Astarion's head snapped up in surprise, catching the hungry look in Gale's eyes. Immediately after, his lips were captured in a ferocious kiss as Gale tilted Astarion's head back and slipped his tongue into his mouth. Moaning, the blond threw his arms around his husband's neck. He tasted champagne, crab meat, soy sauce, and a hint of peppermint. Astarion gasped in shock when Gale gently bit down on his earlobe and sucked it between his teeth. The gasp turned into a moan as his head lolled to the side and his dick strained against his trousers.

"Fuck, Gale!"

"That's Lord of Waterdeep for you, my lady," the brunet breathed and stuck his tongue into his husband's ear canal. Astarion mewled and a shiver ran down his spine.

"My lord, please ravish me," he panted. "I need your love tonight."

"Very well." Gale drew back and pulled Astarion onto his legs. Then, he made sure the coast was clear. "Bend over and hold onto the bench."

The blond obeyed immediately and was panting in anticipation when his trousers were unzipped and pulled down his legs with his boxer briefs. The warm evening breeze caressed Astarion's exposed skin and he jumped slightly at Gale's gentle, teasing touch along his inner thigh.

"How beautiful you are. The moonlight suits you, Princess Nightstar."

With those words, Gale got down on his creaking knees, spread his husband's cheeks apart, and licked a long stripe from sack to hole, causing Astarion to groan. Gale chuckled, his hot breath puffing against the sensitive pucker before starting to tease it with the tip of his tongue. First, there were only some barely-there flicks, then, he started using the flat of his tongue to brush over the entirety of the hole. Astarion keened, biting his lip to stay quiet as his sweaty palms stayed firmly planted against the bench. Gale finally lost the patience to tease his partner and buried his tongue in his ass, licking him open. Fingers joined him quickly, and soon, he was fucking Astarion in earnest. It was a tad too dry though and Astarion winced.

"There's lube in my pocket," he panted, and Gale conjured a small lube package from his husband's pants pocket.

"How foresightful," chuckled the brunet and ripped it open with his teeth which made Astarion's cock jump in excitement. Gale quickly coated his fingers with the lube and pushed them back in, causing the blond to moan loudly.

"My, what a lovely voice you have, my lady. I'm sure you'll sound even sweeter with my cock in you."

Astarion whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head. Gale rarely used vulgar language, but when he did... Fuck, it was hot.

"Ga– my lord, I'm ready, I'm ready. Please, take me."

At this point, Astarion didn't give a shit that he was begging, he just wanted Gale's dick in his ass. Thankfully, the latter seemed to agree. He grabbed another lube package, ripped it open as he stood up, poured it onto his hard-on?, gripped his husband's hips, and entered him in one single motion until he bottomed out. Astarion choked on a moan when he was so thoroughly filled, arching his back and taking it all.

"So good for me," whispered Gale, sounding in awe. "You feel utterly marvellous around me."

Astarion almost laughed at his husband's choice of words, but moaned instead as Gale started to move. He set a moderate pace, adjusting his hips in a way to hit Astarion's prostate every time. It punched a permanent stream of gasps, pants, and moans out of the blond. His arms trembled so badly, he feared they might give out before he reached his climax. With his head bowed, he stared unseeingly at the bench beneath him, witnessing how drool dribbled from his open mouth onto the grey stone and leaving dark spots.

"Gale – my lord, I – nngh – I can't. Please – fff-uck! Please, I need to come," he whined, desperate for release. The addressed didn't slow or stop his thrusts, instead his simply hummed thoughtfully.

"Ah, of course," he said, sounding surprisingly put-together. "Ladies often need some extra assistance to find their sweet release. How cruel of me to neglect such an important part of our coupling."

Astarion sobbed in relief when Gale shifted slightly and wrapped a hand around his neglected dick.

"Yes, yes, please," he babbled with tears of frustration in his eyes. "Get me off! Get me off! Ga-le!"

His voice cracked on the last word since the aforementioned man slid his middle finger to the underside of the head and rubbed the slit with his index finger. Astarion wailed and bucked in the tight grip, thereby pushing himself further up his husband's dick. The latter was hushing him gently, murmuring sweet nothing while jerking him off.

"Come on, sweetheart, that's it. You're doing so well, take me so well. I love how you feel around me. I love you. I just want to make you feel good too. Sweetheart... be a good girl and come for me."

With a guttural moan, Astarion climaxed so hard the pleasure blinded him momentarily. Spots were dancing in his vision, his ears were ringing, his heart was pounding as if it wanted to escape from his chest, and his lungs were screaming for air he didn't have. Wheezing, Astarion's arms gave out and he slumped against the bench, distantly aware that Gale was spilling into him with a stifled moan. For a short moment, he felt his husband collapse against his back before the latter took a couple of deep breaths and straightened up.

"You did so good." Astarion whimpered when Gale's soft dick left him. "Let me take care of you." Gentle hands tucked him back into his underwear and trousers. "I love you." A soft kiss was placed on his still spit-slick lips. "Are you okay?" He was sat onto the bench next to a warm body. "Astarion?"

"Mmmh," sighed the addressed, slumping against Gale's shoulder. "'m peachy."

"You're slurring your words."

"'m not."

Gale looked at his husband fondly and wrapped an arm around him.

"Let's go home, hm?"

"You haven't talked to the boring scientist yet."

"That's no longer a priority. Come on, Princess Nightstar. Let me escort you to your carriage."

Astarion giggled when Gale pulled him up onto his shaky legs and walked him to their car.

When they arrived at home, the brunet wiped them both down quickly while they were brushing their teeth. Then, they fell into bed, exhausted.

"This was a lot of fun," mumbled Astarion.

"Which part?" Gale wanted to know.

"All of it. Showing you off, putting Mystra in her place, the role-playing, the sex. I thoroughly enjoyed myself tonight."

"Good to know," smiled Gale. "Do you think the Princess of House Nightstar and the Lord of Waterdeep will meet again?"

"I don't know," yawned Astarion as he snuggled up to the brunet. "All I care about is us. Gale and Astarion." After a beat of silence, he added even softer: "All I need is you, Gale. You're enough, just the way you are."

The addressed smiled, hugging the blond closer. He believed Astarion's words.

[nooradeservedbetter]

Sanremo Omegaverse raga scusatemi

Alessandra Sanremoso - omega nulla da fare

Alfa - omega raga non potete dire nulla.

Angelina Mango - alfa

Annalisa - alfa ti prEGO PER FAVORE

Big Mama - omega

Bnkr44 - raga non lo so mi ricordano me al liceo sono una banda un po' strana

Clara - beta nn so rick....

Dargen D'Amico - beta

Diodato - omega

Emma - alfa

Fiorella Mannoia - alfa

Fred de Palma - beta che fa finta di essere alfa

Gazzelle - omega

Geolier - alfa

Ghali - alfa

Il Tre - super omega inutile dirlo

Il Volo - tre alfa (derogatory) della peggior specie

Irama - omega ma la sua fanbase non ci crede

La Sad - i due ultratrentenni sono alfa, il diciannovenne invece è omega e la situazione ha del creepy

Loredana Bertè - alfa regina buh non so

Mahmood - omega

Maninni - super omega

Mr. Rain - omega

Negramaro - gli altri non so ma sangiorgi ha troppo ego per poter essere qualcosa di diverso da alfa

Renga Nek - nek é l'omega della coppia

Ricchi e Poveri - entrambi beta

Rose Villain - alfa raga ma l'avete vista

Sangiovanni - omega finché non arriva la twink death

Santi Francesi - uno alfa l'altro omega a voi la scelta di quale

The Kolors - non lo so raga troppo etero

BONUS:

Amadeus - omega che non vorrebbe esserlo

Fiorello - alfa

Marco Mengoni - alfa

Giorgia - beta che viva la sua vita perfettamente

Scusate raga.

[volostogekiss]

Those translators really made Volo call us puny.

And for WHAT??

(He's more rude to GIRATINA than the player character! He uses the -san honorific for us, but the very derogatory "omae" for Giratina.)

i've only taken a few Japanese classes to supplement some years of self-study, speaking to a couple of Japanese people, and my short time in Japan, so this is more of my speculating and attempt at explaining based on that (since i'm not fluent and DO NOT have extensive Japanese knowledge). this got kinda long, but i ended up having more to say than i thought, so thank you for reading all the way to the end if you do haha

i think it's pretty normal for Volo to use "-san" for the player. after all, he's a merchant, and it's standard for a salesperson to use "-san" for customers to be polite. probably this is the main reason he uses it.

i've also heard "-san" used commonly across many situations (and as a safe honorific if you don't know how to address someone else yet), even among friends of similar age. it's kinda rude if you don't use it with someone's last name, and you don't really use ONLY someone's first name without "-san" unless they're family or very close to you (though i have experienced Japanese people using only my first name, as a foreigner, which i think is an exception to this). (this is also unless they've specified the way you should address them.)

this is probably just a game thing too, but Volo uses [first name] + "-san" as an exception to this because the player doesn't have a last name.

he's also maintaining his guise as being a merchant, so i think it'd be stranger if Volo didn't use "-san" because he isn't really on that level of closeness with the player to drop it anyway.

however, this whole thing is a bit hard to contextualize because it isn't a realistic situation; in real life, he probably wouldn't speak to a child like this, or even use "-san" at all.

as for "omae," it's a bit difficult to try and explain because i don't think it has a one-to-one translation in English, even though it'd be close to the word "you." it does carry a "rougher" context to it, so it could be considered rude in some situations, but it can also be used between people of equal status, besides when just speaking to someone of lower status. uhh and from actually speaking Japanese, it's pretty uncommon to use a "pronoun" word like "omae" anyway, since people typically just use one another's names instead. it could come off as rude not to use their name in place of a "pronoun" word once you know it. so i think Japanese in media like games and anime is a lot different than daily Japanese, too.

though it kinda makes sense Volo would use "omae" for Giratina. i can only unfortunately look to the English dialogue after you beat them as a reference here, but my interpretation of how Volo sees Giratina is that he believes HE was the one who gave it the opportunity to usurp Arceus. (he does state he was the one who gave it its power and the chance to do so.) so he'd use "omae" to speak to Giratina, as he considers himself the one with the higher status in their relationship. i also wouldn't expect Volo to be polite to Giratina because he's a Pokémon Wielder (ポケモンつかい, Pokemon tsukai, literally "Pokémon user" or "someone who uses Pokémon"), and Giratina is no different to him in that regard.

BUT! there is A LOT of nuance in Japanese that's untranslatable to English, and i think part of their honorific system is one of those things. so i apologize for any mistakes (pls correct me if anyone else who knows more has some input), as i don't think i'm well-versed enough in Japanese to give a lot of accurately detailed input. :U

[novemberhope]

Malea x Volo 22

This ask

Awww, a pokemon ask! Those are rare, thank you!

Is there any dirty talk? If so, how dirty? What about pet names and/or derogatory names?

There definitely is. More from Volo, who doesn't shy away from derogatory names in the heat of the moment, but Malea can give as good as she gets, so they're pretty even. Although, I'd say it's more him than her with the names, but the dirty talk in general, yeah, she's there for it.

[forjustice]

Cynthia is overall a much more stable person than Volo. She inherited all of what was good about her father without also having many of his glaring weaknesses. But one can't deny the fact that she also graduated the Volo School of Ruining People as its valedictorian--so there are many ways in which she can be a mini Volo (derogatory) rather than a mini Volo (affectionate). She has some of his pettiness and temper, and she knows how to whip up a mean hex. She definitely took notes from him on how to verbally hurt people in all the ways he knows how--whether it's snide insults disguised as compliments, insults so subtle that they're undetectable to the untrained ear (but all too recognizable to those in the upper class, which Volo is no longer a part of but in which he was raised), or full-on verbal evisceration. She uses all of his techniques in gathering evidence on people, so that on the occasions she points a finger at someone--whether to her League or to the public square--she can come with the most damning possible receipts. And he also 1000000000% taught her how to play the long game in bringing down people who deserve to be knocked off their pedestals, often in ways that completely upend their lives and that they can't come back from. The difference between her and Volo is, she's a lot more selective on when to use the weapons he armed her with.

Let me tell you, though. When this lady wants to go to town on making sure someone truly heinous (abuser, rapist, colonizer, etc.) gets figuratively wiped off the face of the planet--trust me, either they'll never be the same as they were before or you'll never hear from them in the public sphere again. She loves to do spells that make people around a rotten apple see the truth about them, driving away their friends and even their Pokémon. She can psychologically break someone down, turning powerful evildoers into weak, slobbering messes who can no longer even put on a pretense of strength. She knows how to get inside corrupt leaders' heads and make them feel hopeless and disempowered just like how they made their victims in broader society feel with their actions. And she can put a huge dent in peoples' careers by cutting them off from countless opportunities. Her reputation is as solid and near-unimpeachable as Beyoncé's or Dolly Parton's are IRL; when other famous people hear her tell them not to work with a certain person and get her receipts, they believe her. Overall, she specializes in making people see the damage they caused and making the consequences of their actions crash down around them--and then also making them realize that it's too late for them to change the path their actions brought them down.

She hasn't often gone nuclear on people this way, but in every case she's targeted some of the worst people in the celebrity scene. And that's in part because when she does decide to go after someone that way, she wants to make sure that the broader public would think they deserve it.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

i should be able to customize the eye Volo gives me instead of being assigned blue eye (derogatory). Also I wish it didn't look perfectly like an organic eye. Give me something cool.

[sapphiclyonne]

absolutely obsessed with my best friend inviting me over just to go to a drag show (yes THAT taiwan pride one which fuck me i wanna go). only problem is he keeps forgetting he lives in taiwan and i'm still stuck in italy like babes we haven't been neighbours for what, about 10 years now? and i'm supposed to be the dumb one?? i can't with men, they're truly something else (derogatory).

e comunque amo se mi vuoi pagare il biglietto a/r io quelle 17 ore di volo d'andata e 17 di ritorno me le faccio anche.

[mango-fizz]

volo 🫠 (derogatory)

[oceandiagonale]

gonna be fr i am Not a fan of volo but the way hes portrayed in your gene comics makes me go YAHOOO VOLO i saw some of the alola ones when they were made and i forgot how Good they are

THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺

to be fair, I also didn't expect to like volo so much but unfortunately I have a big weakness for characters with Bastard Energy (affectionate) so he's ended up like this 😭💕

[thegreatyin]

getting revenge on cynthia for beating me so many times with her stupid op team by marrying into her family