#thanks for sending! 🩷

[kestalsblog]

Omg a Stanman mermaid AU would be amazingggg. I think it’s be sweet to have Stan be the mermaid, Cartman the human but the reverse dynamic would be soo cool too! Cartman the distrustful merman who grows to love a kind-hearted human Stan. Either way it works!

That would be soooo cute 🥺 an outside Colorado AU with reports of a mysterious beautiful merman roaming the waters . Skeptical Eric doesn’t believe it until he spots merman Stan for himself 🩵

Or Stan the merman has been shipped to South Park as some kind of show, and it’s up to Cartman to rescue him 🥺

I think distrustful merman Eric also works really well though 😭 we all know Stan adores sea creatures, so imagine the instant infatuation. He’d be determined to show Cartman not all humans are bad!

I love romantic fics where mermen slowly develop appreciation and trust of humanity. Thanks for sending such a fun message my way! 💕 I have too many ideas and not enough time to execute them ☹️

[ranfren-blog]

Satoru tsukada marry me !! ❤️

[emmyrosee]

HAI EMMY!!! i've always wanted to send this request since it's been on the back of my mind for a while now;;

i just wanna know how kita shinsuke would act if he had a crush. likeeee would he be straightforward about it, or would he shy away from his feelings, OR OR OR IMAGINE IF HE BECAME ALL CLUMSY BECAUSE READER HAS SUCH A SOFT SPOT IN HIS PURE LITTLE HEART. AUGUAHAHHUH he's so cute and pinchable it hurts.

you don't have to tend to this request right away, of course. ^^ I JUST HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL AND PLSPLSPLS DO STAY HYDRATED!!! ・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜

*sneezes* you got me in my feelings mate 🥺❤️❤️ also this is pre-timeskip bc I needed the boys for support dont @ me

Because kita shinsuke- the man, the myth, the love of my life and the reason I wake up in the morning…

Is SO. DANG. BAD. when it comes to having a crush, because all his steadiness and confidence and grounding is completely gone, and he turns into a mess. With most feelings, it’s easy for him, the love he feels for his granny is complete adoration, his teammates are admiration, and you… he doesn’t know what you are, because you feel different than he is used to.

All his ducks were lined up if anyone were to ask how his emotions were sorted. Then you came along out of seemingly no where.

He doesn’t know what happened; he’s known you for years, you’ve been in similar classes and know each others name, but then you started showing up when Suna Rintaro came along, even sitting quietly at practice while the second-year played. While people noticed your arrival- namely the twins- Suna would immediately shut them down with a snap of his fingers and a dominating “absolutely not.”

From then, Kita just assumed you were off limits. Not that he had specific feelings for you regardless, but he kept his distance just in case.

One day, Rintaro fell at practice and twisted his ankle, and while you had indeed helped him to the bench and laid ice on it, your scolding was just a loud hiss as practice continued.

He… liked, that you weren’t going to sugar coat the magnitude of injuries.

After that, for some unholy reason, you’ve absolutely plagued his mind.

His serves are off, he’s working harder and harder in practice as if to impress you, talking more in class for you to hear his voice. He tries to find shoes to make him look taller, shirts that tone him a bit more, he tries to style his hair a little different, anything and everything to be more visible to you.

All that seems to do, however, is make the twins notice him.

“You could be a long lost twin,” Osamu snickers on a rare day you’re not at practice, taking a sip from his water. He raises his hands in defense when Kita shoots him a small glare, “I’m serious! Cant say I don’t appreciate the style but… why?”

“Because captain’s in looooove,” Atsumu sings, dramatically resting his head on Kita’s shoulder. Kita blinks down unamused at the blonde, but everyone sees right through him as his back tenses and eyes blow out slightly. His cheeks give a small flush, and he’s so full of it, it hurts.

“Being in love implies that there’s a two party consent,” he defends. “I have absolutely no indication that she has any feelings other than platonic for me.”

“Not true! Suna’s in love with you!”

“AM NOT!”

“See? The love Suna has for me, is not part of a two party consent. Not quite the same as being in love.”

“KITA-SAN?!”

Kita ignores the completely offended middle blocker, giving Atsumu a small shrug of his shoulder to make him raise his head. The setter does, but not without continuing the conversation, “come onnnn! What have you got to lose by confessing? Huh? Plus you gotta be in love, because you’re so nervous for those feelings to not be mutual, if you weren’t you wouldn’t care!”

And gosh, he does have Kita there. Why do you make him so nervous? Truly! Maybe it’s his fault, perhaps he sees you as a fond younger class man, despite being in the same years… in… fact you may be older than him? But that’s beside the point,

“You know Kita-San, I’ve never seen you so… out of it,” Osamu continues. “You’re usually like, cold and stoic and straightforward-“

“Benched me three practices ago when I kept fooling around,” Suna snickers.

“Yeah! Now you’re smiling at your phone and laughing more during drills at our crap and just… happier. It’s strange.”

A thick brow cocks in confusion for Osamu’s words, “im… I didn’t think those were bad characteristics to have?”

Finally, to mend the situation, Aran sighs and stands up to clap Kita on the back, “I think what our eloquent second hears are trying to say, is that she’s good for you… maybe you pursue something with her and get some answers.”

Maybe he should.

Kita thinks he should sleep on it.

But in fact, all Kita does is toss and turn. All night. Thinking about all the outcomes if he does, or doesn’t, confess to you and how you may or may not feel about him in return.

In fact, Kita spends the whole rest of the day thinking and day dreaming about you and the mere idea that you could return any of the affections he could share. He shambles uncharacteristically like a zombie, a complete 180 from his usual composed self.

With all love in the world… you’re ruining his life.

He’s barely able to comprehend his movements, if he didn’t have a team relying on him, he’d immediately try to go home for the day and shake whatever remnants of you are on his mind.

His team, who look at him with cocked brows as Kita enters the gym with a massive, book in his hand; and listen… he doesn’t really know where he got it either.

But it has your name on it. He can’t remember if you left it, or forgot it, or… honestly, he may have stole the thing on a subconscious whim to talk to you.

Either way, he’s got it and not you.

“Whatcha got there, cap?”

“Her book,” he says flatly. “She… left it on her desk… I think. She needs it for her homework.” He looks at the second year who’s glancing back up at him with sharp eyes. “I was wondering if you could bring it to her on your walks home.”

“Or,” Suna says, hopping back onto his feet once his shoes are tied. “You could return it, and maybe then tell her how you feel?” He takes out his phone and immediately, his fingers start to fly.

“Oh… I’m not sure about that-“

“Too late,” he says indifferently. “I already texted her that you were on your way; she was on her way here after digging for it, so,” he claps his captain on the back. “Have at thee.”

Kita sighs in defeat, “remind me to force a phone-ban when I get back.”

“That’s my captain,” Suna teases. But he does send Kita an encouraging push on his back, and the captain takes a deep breath before shuffling out.

And his thoughts of what to say run over and over and over and over again, creating a string of words to fire out at anything and everything you could say.

He just wants to confess at this point. He can’t go on being so stiff and distracted; he needs you to either like him back, or reject him.

That, of course, dissipates when he sees you on the other end of the hall.

Your face brightens up as you see him, bouncing relieved on your toes and he approaches with his usual small smile.

“You are a godsend,” you praise, and Kita’s ears turn hot pink at your words. “I just completely blanked on grabbing it, thank you, thank you.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assures. He then swallows thickly as he continues to watch you place the book in your bag and then trying to make your way to the gym to watch Suna and the boys.

He, subconsciously, steps in front of you.

“Kita-San?”

“I… think you look pretty today,” he says, gnawing his lip and keeping very intense eye contact with you. You tip your head and, in an attempt to ease his nerves, crack a joke.

This, evidently, was a bad idea.

“Huh. Am I not pretty everyday?”

You almost hear the whimper in his throat, and before you can tell him that you’re just joking, the word fountains turn on and he’s off.

“Of course you are! It’s just that today in class, I couldn’t stop glancing over at you and the way you were chewing on your pen- because even though that’s bad for your teeth it made you look positively focused and your eyes were kept on the board and no one else and I couldn’t help but look at you because I like the way you look when your focused, I like the way you look when you do anything-“ he takes a deep breath while you blink in surprise.

“Kita-San?”

“-And I don’t know how to stop liking the way that you look but the way that it’s making me feel is making me feel confused and almost a little frightened because I’ve never had these feelings before but apparently Suna has similar feelings and according to Atsumu that’s normal to have feelings that may be unreciprocated-“

“Kita-San!”

“-But he’s the one that encouraged me to do this because I’ve been such a fool with everything I do because I can’t stop thinking about you and Atsumu said that it’s easier to get an answer rather than guess and-“ there’s small snickering around the corner, and the shy, rambling Kita snaps back to his usual composed, captain form, “atsumu, I hear you over there. 50 push ups and 3 laps around the court when I come back to practice!”

“Suna’s here too!” A voice whines.

“Then both of you! OUT!”

There’s a dash of sneakers down the hallway. He takes a deep breath and finally looks back at you, completely flushed and out of breath from the past minute and a half.

He clears his throat before he cards his hair back, “for… for reference, I have no desire of pursuing a relationship with Suna.”

You blink. Then, you snort to try and hide a giggle.

Then, you’re laughing, you’re laughing straight into his face and clutching your sides, and he could almost cry from embarrassment, swallowing thickly and looking down the hall where the twins were hiding.

“I understand,” he says quietly. “I do hope you continue to support our team-“

“Kita-San,” you say, trying to gather yourself. You reach for his hand, which is clammy and he feels bad for, but you don’t seem to mind. “I’m laughing because I like you too; I’m always staring at you too, Mr. Perfect, even when you do see it.” You plant a small kiss to his knuckles and he nearly faints.

“I was laughing, because Suna is basically obsessed with you, I tease him for it constantly on our walks home; just the idea that you had to clarify to me that you were indifferent towards that was just silly.” He opens and closes his mouth like a fish to try and reply, but you shake your head with a smile, “I like the way you look. I like the way you put your heart and soul into everything you do. I like the way you always have some money incase someone needs something for the vending machine.” You beam up at him, and he feels like he’s floating, but he finally cracks a smile back, and when you open your palm in an attempt to initiate hand-holding, he laces his fingers with yours happily.

As you walk down the hall, only the sound of footsteps ring through the air, and kita is happy, he’s thrilled that not only do you feel the same, but you had no judgement towards him. You liked him for all the reasons he couldn’t see, and that meant the world to him.

Then, you hum, and he casts you a look.

“Is it really that bad to chew on the end of your pen?”

“Horrendous,” he chuckles. “The enamel of your teeth wears down.” You laugh and shake your head at the silly fact.

“But that’s okay,” he continues. “I like when you do it. It’s endearing.”

[faunandfloraas]

Look at all these boys Taylor @linoyes sent 🥹🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also how did you access my tumblr drafts 🔎

[httpiastri]

i'm supposed to be on my break but i couldn't not come on here and post at least something about osc's birthday so

pls have my possibly all time fave oscar pic 💗 happy birthday to the love of my life, so thankful to have him in my life (even though it's just through a screen) 🫶

[anantaru]

i don't know if it's obvious but i'm having such a blast writing for wriothesley lately, 🙇🏻‍♀️ he might be my favorite genshin character to write for right now🧚🏻‍♀️

[zot3-flopped]

Zayn Malik became the first former One Direction member to venture back on stage following the death of Liam Payne in October. No direct mention was made of his late bandmate during his set, but Zayn departed the stage to a projection displaying Liam’s name, the dates 1993-2024, and the simple message “Love you Bro” with a heart emoji.

An audience of twenty-something women lingered on, hugging each other and singing along to the recorded version of Zayn’s song Stardust, investing a lot of emotion into a suddenly rather elegiac lyric: “Feels like stardust / Floatin’ all around us / Shootin’ right across a / Big black sky.”

It was genuinely touching, and slightly at odds with the controlled hysteria of the rest of the occasion.

I am not saying I was the only man amongst 2,300 attendees at Leeds O2 Academy, but I honestly couldn’t see another around me, nor make out a male voice amidst the deafening roar that greeted Zayn’s arrival onstage.

This was a partisan audience who have loved the 31-year-old singer and songwriter since he was the moody, doe-eyed one in the 21st century’s biggest boy band.

They came to scream, and did so in all the appropriate places, listening reverently to Zayn’s fluid falsetto and sensual balladry, then signalling the end of every song by emitting a collective sound many decibels louder than the accomplished, all-female band itself.

Zayn seemed delighted and abashed. “F--k yeah!” were the first words that came out of his mouth. “What do I say? Amazing!”

Bradford born and raised, his Yorkshire accent was thick with pleasure as he declared love for his home county. “It’s good to be back up north, can’t lie. Got a doner kebab yesterday. Miss that s--t!”

His presence in the flesh was far removed from the moody international playboy image projected in photographs, or the sophisticated lover of his solo recordings.

He was dressed in baggy hip hop casual wear and a Tupac T-shirt, with a red baseball cap pulled tight on his head, and he looked somewhere between thrilled and terrified.

He spent the entire set either clutching his mic with near desperation or shuffling awkwardly around the mic stand, arms hanging limply by his sides, nodding with his eyes closed.

Zayn postponed the opening night of his first solo tour last week to attend Payne’s funeral, so this was understandably a nerve-wracking occasion. It has been nine years since Zayn became the first member to quit One Direction, and he has made his personal discomfort and artistic dissatisfaction with the boyband format known.

Such was his anxiety and disillusion with performing that it has taken him this long to venture out on the road. He seemed to understand he has ground to make up. After a strong start (2016 album Mind of Mine was a global number one) his recorded career has drifted into the doldrums.

Leeds O2 Academy is a respectable venue, but it’s a long way down from the stadiums he used to play with 1D.It was a qualified success. Zayn can sing like an R’n’B angel, riffing through the octaves and fluttering on a fluid falsetto.

He was always the best vocalist in the band, and he’s even better performing his own material, thoughtful and emotional songs that blend R’n’B tropes with timely flavours of acoustic country and rock.

Zayn has the makings of a superstar but it’s hard to understand how anyone can be famous for that long and be so entirely lacking in stagecraft.

He could do with an injection of his former bandmate Harry Styles’s swagger and charisma instead of looking like he’s still nervously auditioning for Simon Cowell on The X Factor. Maybe it will come as the tour rolls on. The best you can say about Zayn is that he’s moving in the right direction.

[fangswbenefits]

i really enjoy ur full lenght fanfiction bc its filled to the brim w so much yearning romance and gentle touches it makes me squiiiiiiiiiillllll and almost jump around my room :3 im blushing even thinking abt all the scenes from the arrangement:3

You know who's not having any fun? At all?

Astarion's balls. The backlog of cum is insane....

[paintedlight]

mischief monday!!

Gale traces his fingers over the raised flesh of his scar.

It isn’t the first time. Astarion had shown it to him before they set off for travel three days previously. A fragile truce in the air, making Gale feel entirely enamored with the elf laying before him now.

Sated, drunk off blood from a fresh kill, Astarion waltzed his way through the purple flap of his tent. Announcing his intent to use Gale’s pillow and covers for rest, as if his own were inadequate somehow. There wasn’t any umbrage with that—Either from Gale himself or the tome he was thoroughly enjoying.

However, the moment he had looked up to his companion from flipping a page he stopped short to see that in his distraction, Astarion had slipped his loose fitting sleep shirt off his form and layed chest down onto the blankets and duvet, wrapping his pale enticing arms around a pillow to rest his head.

“May I?” Gale had asked, hand hovering above skin, refusing to touch unless it was wanted.

“I suppose,” Astarion had barely blinked an eye open, but like a rabbit flopping onto its side, his vampiric lover tilted his skin up into his caress.

THIS IS SO TENDER AHHHH… he trusts him so much…

[kestalsblog]

Cartman is blessed by the cat distribution system and they end up having/fostering a bunch of cats!Stan’s a tad allergic but keeps it on the down low because he also loves the cats and loves seeing Cartman happy (plus he’s on top of cleaning)

I love this so much! Eric is a bigger softie than he lets on, and Stan would never say no to more cats 😭

They take turns saying “okay, this is the limit. No more” and the next day the other appears in the doorway with a scraggly cat and this expression 🥺

“Ugh fine… one more.”

[daylightdelirium]

I saw you wanted headcanons and I need to make BSD sickfic friends so let’s fuckin’ goooo

okay so a few days ago you made that "akutagawa mistaking atsushi for dazai in a fevered delirium and leaving him wondering what he doesn't know" post (yes, I did go back to deliberately copy & paste) but have you considered:

established sskk where a sick and delirious akutagawa hears atsushi mention dazai for whatever reason and immediately goes into threat mode, staggering to his feet and grabbing his coat so he can protect himself, looking absolutely terrified, and when atsushi asks what he’s doing aku says something like “you didn’t do anything wrong. he can hurt me instead.”

needless to say atsushi has questions. but those questions will probably have to wait until he can get his partner out of cornered-animal mode and into bed because poor boy looks like he’s about to collapse on the spot

(I’m so nervous sending this and I’m worried it’s terrible but I also had a hard day so I am PUSHING THROUGH in hopes of making someone else’s bad day better)

OH MY GODDDDD PLEASE THIS IS SO GOOD..... combination of all my favorite things I love aku just being so so fucking terrified but he will do whatever it takes to keep atsushi safe and he just wants him to go back to bed 😭😭 he has to like physically drag him back and reassure him constantly that everythings okay, no one is going to hurt either of them, but aku will not let atsushi out of his sight for the rest of the night. Eventually atsushi just lays down with him and akutagawa holds him so so tight because he's worried if he lets go he'll get hurt somehow 💔💔💔 god they hurt me so bad

[defiledtomb]

I appreciate Ouroboros for letting players do an MC who used to be sweet and kind, but now just completely behaves like a gremlin (ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Right (!) the emotional wound that opened the day the hunter realized that everything they cared for either abandoned them or was lost forever. And then the slow infection of that wound year over year, decade over lonely decade, until it rots them from the inside and warps their personality into something so much darker.

OUGH I love it too. The scenes where past personality are going to come into play are already so juicy to me; a piece of the hunter is shown and everyone loses their minds, getting a heady dose of what the MC is beneath all the grime of trauma. Every RO reacts differently of course, but it is safe to say that Id/L would drop to their knees, shellshocked and close to weeping, at seeing the MC they used to know again.

🌿I am answering some old asks, but if you have any new ones, please visit louroth instead, and send them through the inbox there!🌿

[starrrlights]

A winter wonderland

Mile morales x reader

A/n : This is based during winter. Maybe around Christmas? Idk. Sorry I haven't been posting... I got really burnt out and had writers block. I don't live in/anywhere near Brooklyn, so if this doesn't seem like it is placed in Brooklynn, please just imagine a large city then. I didn't do any research for this so... yeah

I used "____" for your name, so I hope thats okay

And in the story, you don't know Miles is Spiderman, but there are a few parts in the beginning of the story that kinda implied that he was being Spiderman ig?

I hope you like it 🤭😋

You rubbed your hands together as you waited for miles to meet you at the bus stop. You two were supposed to hang out for a while and walk around, looking at everything there was to look at in Brooklyn.

It was currently snowing. Not hard enough to where you were too cold, but just enough to where you wish you had brought warmer mittens. The ones you had on definitely weren't made to keep you warm enough in this weather.

You stood by a street lamp that was by a bus stop sign. You looked around for the 10th time to try to find a familiar boyish face. But you couldn't find him yet.

You tugged your coat closer to you, salvaging any warmth you had standing to the snow. People walked past you but the only thing you could hear over the footsteps crunching the soft snow that fell to the ground was someone shouting your name.

"____!"

Miles.

You turned to the direction that he was shouting in, and you saw him jogging over. He seemed put of breath and a little out of place.

'Did he run all the way here or something?' You thought to yourself. Miles tugged his hoodie up a little as he got over to you.

"____! Hey." He took a few deep breaths before continuing. "I'm sorry I'm late." He then gave you the boyish smile that you loved so much.

"It's fine miles. You're fine". You smiled widely as you reassured him. You and Miles had been dating for about a year now, and you could only feel your love for him grow stronger. Butterflies still invaded your stomach whenever he was around, and you could feel you face heat up every time he smiled.

Miles nodded as you reassured him and gently took your hand into his, giving it a small squeeze.

"Ready to go?"

You nodded, feeling your face flush from the small physical contact. You both started walking to the streets of Brooklyn, passing by parked cars and lit up street lights that highlighted falling snow as it fell from the sky. The sidewalks weren't as crowded as the weather grew colder and snow fell. You felt your hand that was in miles' hand become warm from the shared warmth.

You and Miles had talked about whatever that came to mind. Recent tests at school and what was happening at home. Miles had then brought up about why he had run late. Apparently, some destruction was happening by his apartment because of a villain, and Spiderman took a little while as he fought the villain.

You nodded in understandment, believing him. "Okay. I'm just glad you're safe, miles."

You gave miles a soft smile as you looked into his eyes, something you could never get tired of.

You both continued to talk about what had been happening in your lives until you had reached a small park. There was a small playground that contained swings, a slide, and a few other things. Snow covered everything that was available. Covering a once green park in the summer to a soft white park in the winter.

You and Miles wiped snow off of the swings and sat on the seats. It was a bit cold and slightly wet from melting snow, but that didn't bother you both much. Snow continued to fall onto you and miles. Covering your hair in small snow flakes and your coat. You and Miles continue to talk about anything and nothing. You then gave miles a good look at how he looked at that moment.

Soft snow covered his curls and clothing that he was wearing. His soft brown eyes that seemed to carry a loving gaze as he looked at you made your heart skip a couple beats. His boyish smile and charm made you forget anything bad that had happened recently to you and made you only think of one thing. Miles.

your heart swelled at every thought of him. You couldnt deny that you thought he was pretty. A soft smile creeped onto your lips as Miles continued to talk. The moment couldn't be any more relaxing than it already was.

The sounds of the wind and cars driving soon consumed your ears. You both stopped talking and sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the snow fall. The silence wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, but it was peaceful. It was something you needed after a long day.

You then turned your gaze from the grey sky over to your boyfriend. Which who was already looking over at you.

You felt your face heat up from the unexpected eye contact, and you quickly looked away. Saving yourself from feeling more embarrassed.

While you were looking away, Miles was having a similar response. Since he was caught staring at you, he couldn't help but also feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He darted his gaze to the ground, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

After a moment of awkward silence, you silently decided to look Miles again, who was now looking at the ground and fiddling with his coats' pocket. Even when he was awkward and shy, you still thought he was pretty.

You carefully move your foot over to Miles and nudge his foot. It didn't seem to startle him, but he did look back it you and smiled. He then nudged his foot against your foot, and you smiled.

The moment seemed to last for a long time. You didn't even notice that Miles had his hand out to you, wanting to hold your hand again.

"Do you want to start heading out? It's getting late."

You nodded your head as to answer his question. "Sure, let go."

He nodded as well as you took his hand and stood up from the swing set. The snow had slowed down, and the soft sounds of your guy's shoes stepping on the snow was the only thing that you heard as you walked hand and hand back to your apartment.

Everything now was beautifully covered in snow. Making it look like a true winter wonderland in your opinion. You both again passed parked cars and lit up street lamps, the highlighted falling snow. But it was all quieter now. Even with cars and people going past the two of you.

You walk down your street and find your apartment easily. You stop and you thank Miles for the time you both had.

"Thank you."

You smiled at Miles and leaned in to kiss his cheek, which was cold from being outside for so long. You felt your heart flutter from your own gesture and you wouldn't doubt Miles felt the same.

"Yeah.. no problem. I'll see you soon?"

He asked, you nodded and gave his hand one last squeeze.

"I'll see you soon."

You gave miles one last kiss before turing to your building's door and going in. Leaving Miles outside with a smile on his face, looking like he had just seen the most mesmerizing person ever.

"...god i love you."

[biteofcherry]

Going to sleep now! I still have many Babe Lottery asks in my inbox, which I'll be answering tomorrow 😊

so don't fear- wait, do fear, hahaha, considering the evil results so many of you are getting from this lottery 😈 Be curious and scared of tomorrow, then, when I answer the rest of the asks.

[tojiscrack]

WHOO HWKKWNE A 20.06k YAYYAYA i’m not sleeping when it comes out

(meet frank)!

22k now that we mention it 😭 it’s 2:22am where i live rn, so i’ll continue writing tmr but school’s starting again so it’ll be a little harder to continue. it’s the most important year for me since i’ll be applying for uni now 😟

but i recommend you get a GOOD night’s sleep BEFORE it’s released bcz it’s a long one with soo many things going on.

on another note, i’m here for the support and it motivates me more than you know :)))

hi frank! 🤭

[volostogekiss]

VOLO IS FINALLY COMING OVER TO POKEMON MASTERS EX!!!!!!!! 😭

OH MY GOD (volo lmao)

I JUST saw now, logged into tumblr to yell about it, and saw your message

YES WE WILL HAVE VOLO CONTENT VOLO FANS, VOICED VOLO CONTENT EVEN 😭 the volo crumbs we needed