"I Do Love A Good Old Test Of Morality. And There's No Better Moral Test Than To Take The Form Of Someone

"I do love a good old test of morality. And there's no better moral test than to take the form of someone or something helpless, walk in front of someone, and see how they react. My preferred way of doing so is by transforming into a Pokémon in need of help--usually a Murkrow, Togepi, serpent Pokémon, or Hisuian Zorua. I recall a girl of about sixteen years alone on a village bench in Hisui, who I approached in the guise of a Hisuian Zorua hungry for food. I begged and I begged--but first she ignored me, next she insulted me, and when I put my paws on her legs she picked me up and threw me. And I looked at her with the most enormous eyes, the words written in my wordless gaze: You THROW Volo? You throw Volo like the football? Jail for you! Jail for you for ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!!! Then as the girl must have said as she retold the story, my eyes began to glow. The cold winter night felt twenty degrees colder than before. I approached her at a trot, which turned into a lunge--

"And then I bit her hand off."

Oh, just look at that feral grin.

"Well, I didn't bite it off at first. At first I grabbed onto the hand she threw me with and I would not let go. I would absolutely have let go if she just apologized and admitted it was wrong to mistreat a Pokémon in need, but noooooooooo, she had to be one of those people who can only learn the hard way. She ran screaming all the way back to her humans, playing the victim like I had just attacked her out of nowhere, and the whole village who I can only assume failed to come together to teach her proper values came together to try and save her from the consequences of that. First her family tried to pry me off her. Then her friends. Then came the doctors with their steel tools. Then came the Pokémon Wielders with their Dark Pulses and their Night Slashes. For hours they struggled, but my teeth only sank deeper--until finally, I decided to end it by biting it off entirely. The legend then says I ran away from the village with the hand in my mouth, never to be seen there again. I think I may have gone back there a few times, but the part about me stealing her hand--it's absolutely true."

He smirks as he tells the story, watching the listener's gaze eagerly for some sort of a reaction. This little shit telling edgy stories about himself to get a rise out of people? More likely than you think.

In true clown fashion, Will followed Wallace around, playing what sounded like his theme music but to the tune of a rubber chicken.

"……………………"

He looks unamused at the April Fool's Day joke at first--and then his stern stare turns into a smirk. This deliciously petty middle-aged man is about to turn the tables. He lets out his Pelipper, which flutters onto his shoulder.

"Pelipper, won't you be a dear and sing the song of Will's people?" he says.

She knows what to do immediately. She flies over and around Will and her Drizzle Ability activates in the form of a dark grey cloud above his head like in those cartoons. Then she opens her beak and starts to squawk the theme music of the Johto Elite Four as she flies.

FUCK my school.

So I have to watch this webinar right. And the page it's on says "The system will track that you have watched the video in its entirety." And I'm thinking, "okay that's reasonable, I think I'll keep the window open and do other shit on my computer while I let the video play." BUT NO. IT WON'T LET ME DO THAT. IT'S LITERALLY SO STRICT THAT IT PAUSES THE FUCKING VIDEO IF MY CURSOR EVEN /CLICKS/ ON ANOTHER WINDOW. I can't fucking multitask on my computer, I have to sit here for almost 45 minutes mobile bound for Tumblr and Discord if I want a distraction to make this webinar a little less boring.

That'll teach me not to miss another one of these sessions in person. This is going to be torture.

q’s for muses who had a…  r o u g h   childhood 

( tw’s for trauma, child abuse, child neglect, and violence toward children )

does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?

does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?

who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?

has your muse ever been officially diagnosed with ptsd, c-ptsd?

what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood? 

how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )

what coping methods  ( healthy or unhealthy )  did your muse learn during their childhood? 

does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened? 

was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust? 

New rule added because Tumblr is currently giving me heart attacks:

🌙 Due to Tumblr being infamously unreliable when it comes to unfollowing, if I do not or no longer wish to interact with you, I will block you rather than unfollowing/sb'ing as well. If I have multiple of your socials, I will block you everywhere. If you see me unfollow you randomly it was 1000000000% an accident; feel free to reach out and let me know it happened. This especially goes if I am no longer following you and I still have you added on all the other socials we share.

you know what, stop couching shit in terms of what you ‘need.’ no matter how generous you are with it, it’s bull to have to figure things into necessity at all. you want to feel actually free to seek the things you deserve? fuck needing them. say you want it. and then get it.