#Volo Fic

[volos-togepi]

Plates - Volo x reader

“oh yay! i saw ur post about requests!! i was wondering if you could write a one-shot with a volo x reader enemies to friends to lovers arc? like they’re both looking for the plates and artifacts and stuff and keep encountering each other, but they hate each other at first. then over time they grow to tolerate and like each other, but by the end they’re like “woah, we’ve liked each other the whole time!” sorry if that doesn’t make sense lol thanks!!!” - anon

hi hi!! sorry for taking so long! work is KILLING me, and i’ve somehow managed to pull a muscle in my dominant hand (so i’m trying my best to only use the other :’)  )

i so enjoyed writing this!! i haven’t written for Volo in a while, and i definitely needed a change from my usual stuff! thank you so much for send in this request, and i hope you enjoy <3

y/n - your name 2,000+ words (2,381) enemies ➛ friends ➛ lovers you are NOT the player

You roll your eyes at the sight of him.

Him.

The tall, blonde man currently watching over the Ginkgo Guild Cart.

A very audible groan escapes you as you drag yourself to buy wares. “Why does it have to be you today?”

You were not friends. You were the furthest thing from friends. Just thinking of him made you want to crawl out of your own skin. And it was safe to say…

He felt the same.

“Well,” He side eyes you, looking you up and down with annoyance. “Tuli’s out sick, and Ginter is checking in on the other Ginkgo Guild members’ numbers.” He sighs, focusing his gaze on something other than you. “Why does it have to be you today?”

“Just give me some damn Doppel Bonnets.”

Volo groans, almost screaming. He reaches to the back of the cart and grabs the green fungus. “A please would be nice.” He hands you a few, not even asking how many you need. “That’s gonna run you ₽2,500.”

“You only handed me 4…”

“Yeah. The extra ₽580 is because I hate you.”

You hand him the money and take the Doppel Bonnets from his grasp. “Fine. But I’m taking this, too.” You grab a Pinup Berry from one of the boxes just out of Volo’s reach and start to walk away.

“Fine!” He lays back in the cart and sighs loudly. “Ginter’s going to kill me…”

—————

You’re in the Colbalt Coastlands, once again accompanying the Survey Corps and their new recruit on a mission. Professor Laventon has you updating all of his notes and Pokédex entries as the new recruit finds more information. Your hand is cramping from all the writing, and you’d much rather be in Cyllene’s office… doing anything else. You stand up and stretch, your body sore from sitting for hours. Peeking your head out, you see Laventon and another member of the Survey Corps chatting about the incidents at Firepit Island. Not that you’re interested, but… it’s not writing.

“Would it be alright if I took a break, Professor?”

Laventon turns to you. “Y/n! You’re still here? I thought you’d be exploring the coastlands as well.”

You step out. The breeze coming in from the ocean feels nice against your skin. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you smile.

“You should go adventure for yourself, y/n. We’ll be here when you return.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

And with that, you were off.

After some time, you find yourself relaxing on the shore of Ginkgo Landing. The Spheals are rolling around in the sand gleefully, inviting you to join in on their fun. You smile as one rolls next to you and snuggles into your arm.

You’d been looking for plates for the majority of your day. You didn’t know exactly what they were for, but you oh so desperately wanted to learn their purpose. The new recruit had gone on and on about finding them in space-time distortions or with specific pokémon. But you still had yet to find any.

You happen to glance to the side, only to see a Togepi barreling at you at full speed. It’s happy to see you. And then you realize…

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You look up to see Volo. Your smile quickly fades as he sits next to you in the sand, Togepi sitting in your lap with the biggest smile.

“You’re actually not doing work for once? Wow…”

“What are you doing here?” you grumble.

He exhales loudly. “I’m actually waiting on a shipment for Ginter. You know, this place is for the namesake of the guild. Ginkgo Landing?”

You don’t respond.

“I mean, you’ve got to be doing some type of work.” he continues. “This is the sixth time I’ve run into you this week. And though I’m not the happiest to be seeing you right now, I have to ask… what’s up with all of these random encounters?”

You shrug. “I can’t help that we both like exploring and studying ruins and ancient artifacts. Do you think I deliberately run into you while looking for plates?”

“Wait…” Volo interrupts. “You’re also looking for plates?”

You cock your head. “You mean… you are as well?”

He nods slowly, as if it’s obvious he’s been tasked with helping the new recruit. “Yeah? What do you think I’ve been doing for the past few months?”

“Other than being an absolute eyesore to society, I wasn’t really sure until now.”

“You know, y/n,” Volo pauses, looking at your features. “I like you. I hate to admit it, but… I do.  You are rather witty.” He looks out to the open water. “What would you say to combining our efforts to find said plates?”

You roll your eyes. “What are you getting at?”

“Nothing, I just thought tha—”

“Because if you think I’m going to give the plates I find to the new recruit, you have another thing coming.”

Volo gives you a smirk. “Who said anything about giving them to the new recruit?”

“Alright.” You stick your hand out to his, and he accepts.

“Deal!”

—————

It’s been months of tolerating one another. You and Volo were always on separate paths, somehow still running into one another everywhere you went. And at some point, you both decided that each others’ company wasn’t so bad after all. Now, you’re traveling together, you still taking notes for Professor Laventon any chance you get. Volo always chuckles when you take them.

“It’s just how excited you get when you think of something to add.” He notes. “It’s… it’s cute.”

You roll your eyes. But, not in a way you have before. It’s more playful; friendly.

It’s safe to say that you and Volo were closer than ever. You were both starting to see the best in one another, and at this point, you’re almost inseparable. His knowledge of each and every ruin you come across is so fascinating to you. And your quirks have absolutely captivated him.

You find yourselves in Coronet Highlands, Volo absolutely entranced over the scenery of the Sacred Plaza. Of course you’re intrigued by the many different statues and columns, but the way Volo rambles on; the smile on his face continuing to grow… it’s captured all of your attention. You feel your cheeks grow hot, even in the chill of the Highlands.

“So, what do you think?”

You look at Volo, almost shocked. You weren’t listening. “I’m sorry, I was focused on… something else…”

He chuckles as he sets his bag on the ground. “And what might we be focused on?”

“Umm….”

“Hmm?”

You quickly find something to fixate on: the broken statue of Giratina. “Look at this!” You run up and start to examine the features of the shattered piece of stone in the center of the ruins.

“Giratina.” he states. “Banished for its violence and left to dwell on the reverse side of our own, waiting for a chance to bare its fangs in defiance and tear down Arceus itself.”

He gently places his hand on your shoulder from behind. You feel your cheeks heating up once again, Volo noticing the bright shade of pink spread across your face. “You know…” His tone softens. “I’d really like to see that encounter.”

You simply nod, finding it best to not speak and embarrass yourself.

“Are you alright?”

You nod once more. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure, y/n?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “You’re quiet, and you’re normally so excited to see ruins like these.” He examines your face for what feels like an eternity. “Something must be on your mind.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“But what?”

You sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He slides his hand over yours, gripping it firmly in his. “Well, when you’re ready… I’ll be here.”

He knows.

Oh, he knows.

He can see it so plainly written across your face.

Your breath hitches slightly as he speaks, your heart racing from him sliding your hand into his. You can’t look in his eyes. Not now. Not after this.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” you hum, fixating on the grass below you.

He lifts your chin up with his free hand, your eyes meeting his gaze almost immediately. You can’t look away. He’s holding all of your attention. He looks at you with curiosity; with such want.

“Do you have to go back to the village tonight?” His whispering sends chills down your spine; his grip on your hand tightening as you think of something to say.

“I’m supposed to report to Cyllene in the morning, but… why?”

“It’s just…” he takes a deep breath. “I’d really like to spend another night together, gazing at the stars in the night sky; listening to the rustling of the leaves in the chilled summer air. And I’d much like to ki—” He pauses, the smile on his face disappearing as the sun had just moments ago. “May I kiss you?”

You’re too stunned to speak; to move even. His eyes twinkle with the reflection of the full moon peaking out from the horizon. Oh, how beautiful they are, even in the dimmed light of the night; those grey irises filled with starlight.

“Please…” he whispers.

You nod.

You’ve wanted this.

Oh, how you’ve wanted this.

He pulls you in close, caressing your face softly. You feel your heart beating right out of your chest as he inches closer and closer. And soon enough, it’s as if your skin is melting together. He’s soft, slow; the taste of honeycakes and tea on his lips.

Oh, you’ve wanted this.

He slides his hands down your shoulders to just below your elbows as he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. He exhales, chuckling lightly from the excitement. “Y/n…”

You’re quiet, yet so so giddy. He can see it in your eyes, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Blushing, you look to the ground. He’s quick to lift your chin and have you meet his eye line once more, simply gazing at you in the moonlight.

“I understand if you need to return to the village tonight. I just…” He pauses, biting his lip in hesitation. “I love you.”  

You’re both silent, you taking in the words Volo just said. He looks as if he’s going to cry, upset by his feelings for you. You’re quick to squeeze his hand that’s still firmly gripped to yours. “Volo…” You’re gentle; comforting.

“I love you, y/n. I always have.” He takes a deep breath. “I needed you to know.”

“As have I.”

You both stare at each other, Volo’s eyes wide from hearing you speak your truth.

“Volo, I love you. And, well…” You exhale. “Despite how it seemed, I always have.”

“May I kiss you again?”

“Yes.”

His lips crash in to yours, hands gripping your sides. Your breath hitches as he pulls you closer. You can feel his smile against your lips, and oh does it feel incredible. Each movement he makes with his mouth is like a dance, him leading you through with such passion.

“Please stay with me tonight.”

He’s breathless as he speaks, as expected to be. The want for you is growing inside of him. “I need you.”

You take a moment to consider, Volo growing impatient.

“Please!”

And you nod.

You nod to his want; his need; his pleading.

“Yes.” You reply, whispering. “Yes, I’ll stay.”

—————

Volo can’t help but to wrap his arms around you every chance he gets, keeping you warm in the chill of the highlands. He’d set up a tent earlier in the night, and now the both of you lie inside, filling it with secrets you’d never dare share with anyone else. He’s grown quite possessive over you in the past few hours, though you don’t seem to mind. He’s very interested in the things you have to share, making a mental note of every little detail.

And now it’s his turn.

He’s hesitant to share, eyes focusing anywhere other than you.

“If you’re not ready, it’s okay.” you say, gently placing your hand over his. “I promise.”

He sighs. “It’s only fair that I share as well.”

Grabbing for his bag, he pulls out the plates you’ve collected and sets them neatly in front of you. “Do you know what these are for?”

You shake your head, still not knowing their purpose. “All I know is that the new recruit has been searching for them.”

“Exactly.” He passes. “And why is that?”

“To send them home?”

He gives a quick nod. “Yes, but… how do they get home?”

You take a moment to think, Volo answering just as you speak. “The Almighty Sinnoh.”

“I’ve devoted myself to Arceus beyond any other. I worshiped it as the creator of our entire world, bending all of my passion and interest to its study. All the time I’ve spent poring over the legends... for this dream I’ve had for years: to remake this world.” He grabs your hand. “Do you have some dream that propels you, as I’ve had?”

“Yes.” you nod. “I’ve always dreamed of creating a better world for future generations, as well as the people Jubilife. That’s why I joined the Survey Corps.”

“Now you see that these plates have a higher purpose, one that can help me; us, in achieving success in this dream we share.” he pauses, both of you looking into the other’s eyes. “Will you help me gather the rest, so we can fulfill this dream? To meet with Arceus?”

The passion he has; the drive; it’s remarkable. You’ve never seen him so excited, including he ruins you’ve come across together.

“I will.” you say.

He thanks you with another kiss to the lips. As he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours once more. “Let’s return to the village then. We have work to do.”

“Will you stay with me?”

The seriousness of the simple nod he gives makes your heart flutter. “Of course I will, y/n.”

The two of you gather your belongings and head back to Jubilife with a purpose.

You know what you must do.

You must obtain those plates.

[skitkattl]

hey guys sorry i forgot about this site. guess who developed a PLA fixation while i was gone

[eev583]

I know some people pointed this out already but I’ve got to say something about it, too. What he says makes me think that he’s got a hard time trusting others. Like he thinks everyone is bad and only think about themselves. Maybe that’s why in the game it never really seemed like Volo was close to anyone. Not even Cogita. Makes me wonder what happened to him to make him think this way. Someone obviously hurt him, and he feels like he can only rely on himself. He wishes for a better world. One free of pain and sorrow. Something hurt him enough to make him feel like he had to go to the extremes of opening the space-time rift which eventually lead to the events of pla. He views the world in such a negative light, that he feels like the only way to make it better is by erasing it all and starting over. It’s kinda sad to think Volo was hurt that much :(

[mokadevs]

if the first blorbo doesn't cure your depression you can get a second one for half off

[metamatronic]

i have so many things i need to do and yet my brain continues to supply me with new, absolutely insane AU concepts (pokemon edition)

[chillentertainer]

read a fic on ao3 by Piersanti called 21 Syllables in which long story short (and spoiler alert) lawrence and benitez fall in love. then benitez becomes the pope and leaves lawrence behind. lawrence proceeds to crash out so hard that he catches pneumonia and is now quite literally on his deathbed.

piersanti you get it. you understand lawrence’s sheer dumbassery and martyr complex and deep self-loathing and half-baked suicidal ideation.

the man doesn’t eat, sleep, or even drink water, and then is surprised when he Almost Dies. like yes that is what all lawrences should be like. this is the only characterization of lawrence that i will accept from now on

[scepterno]

do you ever think of an au on a whim and become obsessed with it

yeah so guess who is writing an extremely super long fic about childhood trauma, the consequences of time travel, confronting God, and slowburn ArVolo?

[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Volo x Fem!Reader

Summary: this is an excerpt from chapter 26 of my long slow burn Legends Arceus fic called "I Got Sent Back In Time And All I Got Was This Lousy Arc Phone". At this point in the story it's during the reader's banishment from Jubilife Village, and currently her mental state is suffering due to the danger and betrayal she's faced thus far. Volo is not a good person and this whole thing isn't out of love, but out of hunger for power. A narcissistic god complex power fantasy. It nearly borders on noncon so if that's not your thing, please don't read and be safe. Its on brand for this blog so I thought id post it :3

Tags: male masturbation, power fantasy, excerpt of a bigger fic, blowjob, dacryphilia, corruption kink, none of this actually happens its just a sick bastard's fantasy, noncon if you squint, volo is a BASTARD a BAD PERSON an EVIL LITTLE WEASEL

Now that everyone had retired for the night, Volo was actually glad Adaman offered you his tent. If you were sleeping in his tent, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself from acting on his impulses.

He remembered the other night when you fell asleep crying, desperately trying to keep quiet so as not to rouse his attention. Your mental state was so vulnerable… and Volo enjoyed it. He felt like a Glameow toying with a defenceless little Pichu before devouring it. The best part? The little Pichu had no idea she was being toyed with. If he was being honest, he grew to love how sweetly naive you were. At first, he found you to just be dumb, thinking that your recklessly rushing into danger for the sake of the Galaxy Team was you having a stupid death wish. But as you grew more and more scarred and broken, latching onto any stranger who showed you positive attention, he found it intoxicating the way he swayed you to his whim. Even though he was sure Arceus must have warned you not to associate with him if what you told him about being led astray was anything to go off of, you ignored it, choosing to leap into his arms when the world fell into ruin. Volo knew that he had you wrapped around his finger, and it was a high he couldn’t get enough of. If Adaman hadn’t been here to suggest you sleep in his tent that night, Volo would have had great difficulty holding himself back. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to do what he wanted to do, oh no. The way your big sweet eyes gazed up at him like he was some kind of saviour made him crazy, like he wanted to tear you apart and devour you whole. It was the fact that if he acted, it would ruin his credibility amongst the insects that swarmed you two. Adaman was clearly protective of you, even going so far as to declare you his honourary sister. Despite his teasing a few nights prior, Volo knew Adaman held trust in him not to harm you. If he weren’t here, Volo would have pounced. Volo saw the way you flushed whenever he’d smile at you, how flustered you’d get when he called you his favourite customer. Surely you felt something for him, even if it was the slightest infatuation.

Volo couldn’t help his mind from racing as he tossed and turned in his bedroll. The more he thought of your innocent watery eyes, the more uncomfortable he felt in his trousers. He groaned, pushing the covers off of him. When he sat up, what caught his eye was the mannequin in the corner dressed in his latest project. It was very nearly complete, only needing hemming on the pants and the golden fabric details to be sewn to the white toga itself. Volo had slaved away at this particular project for years, only able to work on it between visits to the retreat. It was an outfit based on the depictions of clothes ancient Celestica priests would wear way back before the genocide. Volo let his mind wander to when he’d finally don the outfit at the Temple of Sinnoh, where he’d use the power of the Seer of Time and The Seer of Space to overthrow Arceus. You’d be there, of course. He wants you to be there to witness his ascension. He wondered then if you’d oppose him or worship him at his feet. Certainly, you’d worship him, right? You were going against Arceus’s will by choosing him after all. Oh, how delicious would it be to take you at Arceus’s altar? Forcing the detestable god to watch as he taints its strongest soldier right in front of its eyes?

Volo palmed the bulge straining his smallclothes, imagining just how he’d ruin you up there on the peak of Mt. Coronet. He imagined your innocent watery eyes gazing up at him from the floor as he fished his cock from his trousers, spitting into his palm to lubricate it. Would you know just what to do, or would you have to be guided like the servant of divinity you were? Fuck, the thought of him guiding you as you used your mouth on him made him twitch. He imagined himself gripping your hair, forcing his cock into your mouth. Would you gag? He hoped so. He wanted you to struggle to take him as he used you for his pleasure. He fisted his cock, imagining himself fucking your mouth while tears helplessly poured from your eyes and spit dribbled down your chin as you tried so desperately to please him, the man who will become your new god. Arceus will weep as it witnesses Volo breaking its chosen hero, and Volo will laugh in its face. In his mind, your throat bulged every time Volo thrusted into your mouth. He remembered how pitiful you looked the day he found you sobbing by the riverbank, and by Arceus did he wish that he could make you look that way. He caressed his balls with his other hand as his hips thrust into his fist.

“Take it, (y/n)...” he mumbles. “Worship me at my altar while Arceus watches… know who you will belong to…!”

When he came close, he imagined himself releasing deep into your throat, not pulling out until he was spent. It was the next thought that sent him over the edge. You’d pull off him, trying desperately to catch your breath with your pink tongue hanging out of your mouth. “Th-thank you… Lord Volo…” you’d pant, wiping the spit that dribbled from your mouth. Volo grunted, biting his hand to muffle the sound of pure ecstasy as he came into his fist.

When Volo came down from his high, breathing heavily, he shuddered in delight as he found he quite enjoyed where his mind went.

Oh yes, faller of the rift… Arceus’s chosen one… Volo will break you.

[sannencarts]

Wanted to illustrate a stupid little scene from Tightening the Hinge, aka the massive fanfic project I've been working on where an adult Akari is sent back in time by Giratina to redeem Volo through the Power of Friendship. I promise it's much less stupid than it sounds.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

more volo in botw/totk hyrule. back on his bullshit :)

[jordemme-draws]

"Right, you two have a lot to answer for."

Imagine you've been waiting two hundred YEARS to see the love of your life again, and when you finally come across him, it's when he's being beaten half to death by two older Team Rocket grunts with a grudge against him. Volo has a normal retaliation against seeing the adolescent version of the hero of Hisui so badly hurt.

Giratina ain't too happy about it neither lol.

Bonus meme; Volo @ Haru after the fact

[fangirlingpuggle]

Super super dumb Pokémon legends Arceus AU/fic prompt where Akari is Giratina.

Arceus sees Giratina causing problems and creating space time shift and dragging people through and is not happy, so is like ‘You broke it you fix it’ and copy and pastes Dawn’s body shoves Giratina in it and just yeets them down.

Giratina/Akari losing their memory and being really confused, also not sure how-to human properly.

Them just going through everything as normal, no one really noticing apart from Pokémon when about to attack stopping because they can sense somethings off, and all the Pokémon lords/ladies just being like ‘The fuck are you?’

They get more confused when Akari accidentally uses Giratina powers. Some people/Pokémon get really confused.

Ingo still totally adopts them and when he finds out is just like ‘Yes still my kid’ and returns back to Emmett like ‘Yes I am back form the past, here meet my child they are an amazing trainer, saved hisui and is also Giratina’

Volo has NO idea what’s happening he keeps trying to summon Giratina and nothing happens Akari keeps having her phone ring but no-ones there. They only realise when Volo challenges them tries summon Giratina and their phone rings.

Bonus:

Summoning Arceus is just them screaming at the sky like

‘YOU FUCKING DICK GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!’

[loch-detected]

me trying to find a legends arceus fic without kamado bashing, me trying to find a legends arceus fic without ingo being the main focus, me trying to find a legends arceus fic that doesn’t have volo being shipped with the player, me trying to find a fic with actual characterization of kamado, me trying to find a fic where it’s survey corps or background character centered, me trying to find a good kamado fanfic, me trying to find

[volos-togepi]

PLA boys finding out you’re pregnant with their child

i love these boys and i will die on this hill

Adaman 

oh he’s so happy

a little surprised at first

but ultimately he’s so ready for this new journey with you

not like you haven’t been planning this or anything… 

and he’s sure to ask how you’re feeling

because your thoughts are more important to him

“Let’s talk about it.”

he’s so comforting

and he’s so good at helping you stay in a good headspace

compliments are a constant

and if you’re ever feeling down or uneasy, he’s there to support you 

he’s there EVERY step of the way

he works on how he presents himself as a leader

and he thinks about how this role will compliment the other

he’s so helpful at home

and he loves to cook for you

“Just relax, y/n! I’ve got it.”

you both have so many conversations about your pregnancy

and you bet that he’s been asking around for parenting advice

knowing he’s becoming a father absolutely gives him an ego boost

and you know he’ll be the best dad a kid could have

Volo

“Come again?”

he’s perplexed

scared even

he’ll force a smile to please you

but he’s DEFINITELY not ready to be a father

while he’s traveling, he’ll often think about the situation 

and mostly cons come to his mind

he’s TERRIFIED to talk to you about it

but he’ll eventually speak up

“I just don’t think I can be the father you want me to be; the father this child deserves.”

you both chat for HOURS

and you both cry about the situation you’ve found yourselves in

but one day, it hits him

HARD

he’s traveling, and he thinks about how wonderful it would be to have a daughter

someone to protect; to share his countless stories with; to bring home little trinkets or flowers and get a squeal of joy in return

not that he doesn’t already have you, but…

that switch just flips

he RUNS to your home and immediately takes you in his arms

he’ll apologize SO many times, bawling into his hands

“I want this. All of it.”

he won’t stop holding you for a moment

because he needs to let you know how much he loves you

and he has to make up for all the time he’s been away somehow

he’s eager to cook for you; to clean for you

literally whatever you need, he’s there

and he doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon (if at all now)

Melli

oh he’s ecstatic 

Melli only wants the BEST for himself

so clearly, you are the best

and this baby…

“This is SO EXCITING!!!”

this gives him so much more to brag about

he’s already got a list of names written out

and it’s LONG

he talks about how much he wants this

and how much he loves you 

#1 hype man

he makes you feel so good about yourself

and you better believe he’s telling everyone how excited he is to be a father

he’s actually REALLY attentive during your pregnancy 

because he wants you to feel your best each and every day

you and Adaman both try to talk to him about how gross babies are in the beginning

because you know how easily disgusted he is

and he clearly doesn’t listen

“Blah blah blah… Babies are fun!”

he’s just wayyyy too excited

after a while, he does start to have doubts about his role as a father

and you assure him that it’s okay and that he’ll be great at it

he learns and grows so much during your pregnancy

his narcissistic qualities tone down a bit (but not too much)

he just wants to be the best he can be for your family

and he’s so eager for that next milestone to come

[chillentertainer]

rereading piersanti's divine revelations of love bc i'm typesetting it and what hurts the most is that they were SO HAPPY. they were so cute and adorable, these two pathetically in-love old men stumbling around jordan and england with no idea of what was going to happen to them :(

and yes they're now happy and together again but it's a fundamentally different kind of happiness in a different kind of place. and they can never return.

[thedorkurge]

Gortash from my Schism AU!

I'm no artist, but I thought I'd share the little continuity reference sketch I made for myself. Post-tadpole Schism Gort my beloved❤️