NO, SERIOUSLY!

                    Well. Someone had overslept.

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s)  / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. / sibling(s) is estranged.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unempathetic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all. 

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent  / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

I’m still... so glad that the cssius url was open bc lbr I could never have hoped to ever get a better url than this

how to tell if a blog is mine: 

is it an awful pun

is it a boxdev

            She took a long, hard pause, eyes wide and fully aware of the                world. How could she have been so naive? All this time, all this                work, all this effort….. all the intense energy put into explaining                and articulating a carefully designed product for a specific kind                of consumer, and this weird man was SO CONVENIENTLY                opposed to it from every angle. What was his angle, hm?                       Why was he so against an idea that could radically change the                 world, for a small subculture of disgustingly smelly human beings? 

                            “ … You already know way too much. If I get wind of                    someone receiving my not-yet patented CanCoaster Buddy                    proposal, or anything like a trash can cup holder design…                    and it’s not from me…? 

                                      I will find you. 

                                                        You don’t wanna double-cross me, mister. “ 

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                    This girl... Was she a dumpster diver herself or something? Why was she just so adamant about this idea of hers taking off and becoming a thing ( and, more importantly, why did she think he was about to turn around and steal her idea )? The whole situation felt so surreal he almost wanted to turn away to whip out his phone to ask whether or not one of his crew members had sent her specifically to mess with him.

           “ Have you seriously never heard of dumpster divers?                 What about freegans? Do you know what a freegan is,                 my dude? They’re people who go digging in dumpsters                 for their food. There’s definitely a target market here,                 with some demand to it! Dumpster diving is strenuous work                 as it is, and you’re gonna wanna keep clean water nearby.                 And… If you’re a freegan, you definitely wanna keep your                 fluids separate from what you’re digging through! What I                 don’t get is why you’re so narrow-minded about my smart                 business proposals, they make lots of sense when you know                 the right things! Just watch me, I’m gonna take this idea to                 Shark Tank and you will have zero credit when I become a                 billionaire! “ 

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                    "Kid, that ain’t the problem. You’re going about this all wrong. Keeping a drink that close to a garbage can --- or a dumpster especially since you’ve got that stuff stewin’ around in there for who knows how long --- it’s just a recipe for disaster. There’s a reason people don’t typically put wells next to dumps, y’know?? You’re gonna get a whole lot’ta crap in that water you don’t want people drinking. Assumin’ you’re not tryin’a get your consumer base sick, of course.”

         “ If it’s on the edge of the garbage can, it’s still not IN the can!!!              You’re missing the entire point— if you need to get into a load              of trash for something, you can keep your cup safely secured              outside! Think BIGGER than trash cans—                                                      start thinking DUMPSTER sized! “ 

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                    "A’ight, but, like --- what if someone tries tossing something into the trash and it winds up knocking right into their cup?? Or what if it gets into the trash but bounces garbage back into their cup?? What use would a cup holder do on a dumpster?? What kind of person hangs around dumpsters that much?? Who even wants to deal with that, putting their drink so close to something that pro’lly reeks??”

would anyone happen to know where I could find the entirety of scans for the XY chapter??

         “ You know what, dude? This is the second time you’ve tried               to take a big, fat shit on my morale. Why can’t you just let               me do what I wanna do, huh? Some people might even like               the idea! “

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                     “Dude, I’m just sayin’ is all --- would you want to put a cup you’re drinking out of so close to garbage??”

💜 @cssius. 

           “ — All I’m saying is, it’s really not that bad of an idea.          Yeah, it’s dumb, but I’ve heard people come up with worse. “

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                           ‘  foolishness! impudence! insolence! and you say you aren’t ignorant? i mourn how blind you are to your own travesties.  ’

       WRATH IS THE UNDOING OF HIS composure, his insights, himself. he seethes, his fervor unbridled, crashing like waves before the plinth upon which cuisine is exalted as both an art and the culmination of his own being, the beauty he has not pried his eyes off of the moment he laid them upon it. he gives voice to his vex in increasing volume, eyes wide with fury and staring him down with a cold, condescending gaze. lions should not heed the words of sheep, but aye, he is far too passionate, scorn dripping from every word as he turns sharply, ever bitter – none shall see the beauty of cooking as he sought it, ever so reverent of the sophistication behind it’s allure.

             ‘  food is more than just food. i will teach you not to say these things to a chef such as i. come along, monsieur – i will make you eat those words.  ’

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                    It was like he was living out some wild fever dream or something.

                    If there was one thing he was used to it was being yelled at, but never in his wildest dreams would Cassius have ever imagined he’d have to prepare for this situation. With the way the guy was screaming at him ( and it really was screaming at this point ) someone might make the assumption that he’d gone and attacked his family or threatened to burn his house down or something. Was he missing something? Why was he making such a great kerfuffle out of this? It wasn’t a big deal --- food wasn’t art, plain and simple. Visual arts were obviously art, music was art, poetry and writing were arts, but food? No.

                    He couldn’t have sported a more perplexed face as he stared after the back of his blond head even if he tried.

      It’s always a privilege to get to see his colleagues. He hardly believes it when Cassius states he’s coming to Alola to visit; it thrills him to the very core and he starts counting down the days until his fellow box developer arrives at his doorstep. He meets the other with a wide smile, quick and easy to pass along his features as the day is finally here. He’s thankful that Cassius makes it safely to the observatory and that the start of their conversation is about steel type Pokemon. It’s one way to get his eyes to light up, for them to shine with further interest. 

      “That’s my specialty! I’ve been keen on them ever since I went on my own trial here. My first Pokemon was a Magnemite and it’s been with me ever since.” He’s about to ask if Cassius is fond of any steel types but he is ahead of him, bringing up a steel and ghost type native to Kalos. Honestly he isn’t surprised that that’s his favorite judging by the Gourgeist that wasn’t far off. “Honestly, I’ve never gotten to see one but I think it makes for interesting typing and I can imagine how strong it would be. It’s composed of a sword and shield after all. Do you have one with you or is Gourgiest still your only partner?” 

      Curiosity sparked he looks intently at the other before realizing he should probably invite him inside. He’s so tied to the conversation at hand that hardly wants to move but he makes a gesture back towards the door of the observatory anyway. 

      “We can go inside if you like. Your Gourgiest seems to be enjoying it out here though!” 

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                    Ever since he’d went on a trial --- part of him was curious to know what the differences between a Trial and a Gym Battle were, but some other much larger part of him decided that he really couldn’t care less for the petty details of it all. As far as he saw things they were all roughly the same; you went in, found the person in charge, engaged in some sort of Pokémon battle and either walked out a winner or lost and trained to try again later. Calling it a Gym Battle or a Trial was all just specifics. Did he choose Magnemite because it was his favourite type, then, or was Steel his favourite type because that happened to be the type of his Magnemite? Again, he had to ask himself if he really cared.

                    Again, he found the answer to be no. Sometimes he was just too laid back for his own well being.

                    "Techically?? Yeah, he’s still my only partner. If we’re talkin’ all loose though I’ve got an Aegislash back in Camphrier I have yet to put into any ball. Gourgeist’s the only partner I need, though. He’s my right hand. Ain’t that right??”

                    As though on cue the Gourgeist turned his head and raised an arm up in a cheer to agree, his short, stumpy legs pitter-pattering against the concrete as he made his way over to press against his trainer’s side where he could take the opportunity to fix up his hair a little after it’d gone and gotten tossed around in the mountain air.

‘ yeah, just caught him when i arrived to kalos ’ she replied with a calmed expression, kneeling down to smile at the pokemon that silently stared at the stranger. blue had come to kalos for a job, someone messing around with the stone at geosenge town and route 10, she was forced to travel and inform the higher ups, them probably planing to send someone more ‘appropriate’ for the job, the trainer was nothing but an informant. the girl learned different languages to be able to communicate (being fluent in most of them) so his french wasn’t taken as a surprise. ‘ yeah i did, let’s say he smelled my food was following me around all the way to the palace so i decided to catch it, has been a pretty useful addition to my team, my other pokemon already love him ’

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                   When she arrived in Kalos --- so she wasn’t a Kalosian native like he’d suspected, but from the way her French bounced right off of her tongue he still figured it was safe to assume that she’d either spent a great deal of time living within Kalos’ borders or studying the local language. Either way, it was impressive enough to catch his attention in a way that most passerby normally didn’t. Cassius quirked an eyebrow at the brunette as he listened to her speak, shrugging one of his sleeves up his arm a little to expose a bit more of his hand ( though the sleeve did still dip down enough to conceal his knuckles; how long they were simply couldn’t be helped ).

it’s too early in the goddamn morning for this. 

      “ hey, man… just chill, okay ?? ”  peter snaps back, rubbing a hand over his face. he just wants to send in his last catch before hitting the road. he just ( breathe, drake ) really wants to get to the coast. 

      peter shuffles for a moment, studying the poke ball in his hand as the technician works. he should go, leave the man to his business, send the catch in later… ( arceus he hates himself sometimes. nice & helpful peter is not always the best for situations, but always manages to guilt him into it every time ).

      he crouches, stuffing the poke ball into his pocket.  “ look, man, i’ve got nowhere to be. ”  ( he’s lying but that’s not the point )  “ do you need any help with that ?  a cup of coffee, maybe ? ”

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                   "The fuck part of scram did you not understand, kid?? Beat it. Get lost. Am-scray. Yadda yadda yadda.”

                    For goodness’ sake, these kids and their incessant whining. Why did he think he could just waltz in like he owned the place and tell him to chill when he was the one just trying to do his job? Did people not realise how bothersome it could be, having people hovering around your head like nosy little Beedrill buzzing in your ear and being generally distracting? How hard a concept was it to imagine how it’d be in everyone’s best interests if he were simply left alone and allowed to work?

                   If the behaviour of the general populous was anything to go by, extremely. Cassius sighed and flashed the kid an irritable look, eventually caving in and sticking a hand out in the air ( or the ends of his fingers, more like --- the sleeves of his spiked hoodie were far too long for his arms ).

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character | ACCEPTING

As a type, Cassius doesn’t really have all that big an opinion on Steel-type Pokémon. He’s much more invested in Ghost-type Pokémon — his Gourgeist has been with him since it was a Pumpkaboo, and the general aesthetic of Ghost-types pair well with his tastes. He does ‘own’ other Pokémon, but it’s really only his Gourgeist that ever sees any action — it’s terribly powerful, beating back four Pokémon on its own that Y and some of the other members of the XY group had been struggling against.

One of his ‘other’ Pokémon is an Aegislash. I put the quotes around there because he never technically captured it — the only Pokémon he ever put into a ball was his then-Pumpkaboo, so if someone wanted to they could still technically capture it, but he is the one directly responsible for tending to it and raising it from a Honedge to its current form. Her name would be Excagia — she would be the the only Steel-type he has enough to say about to actually say much of anything.