I Resist the Muses

Prompt #2 - Family
Prompt #3 - What are your thoughts on love?
Prompt #5 - What is your greatest fear?
Prompt #6 - What makes you lose your temper?
Prompt #7 - What was your greatest loss?

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((OOC))
Character: Arianna Wallis
Fandom: Anita Blake/Amber Chronicles OC
[Open in journal entries]

Trust me... quite a few things. I shall save myself the grief and you the great boredom of having to listen to an account of the most spectacular instance I lost my temper, and regale you with a more a uplifting story instead.

Having said that, allow me a preamble. Now, what does make me lose my temper?

Duplicity, incompetence, having to slog through winter marshes, being cooped up under boiling roofs, waiting, dangling, being hampered by other people's slowness, yes: slowness, such as on the part of my various useless brothers-in-law, et caetera, et caetera. But it's duplicity that irks me most; ( duplicity, coupled with infamy. )

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When I was in high school, a lot of things would piss me off - my stupid sister, stupid people, slow drivers, people who thought they could mess with my family and being treated like a paper doll. Today? My patience with people has improved and I try not to get as angry as I used to be.

What makes me lose my temper, today? Those who think they can use my friends/family and get away with it. Those who try to harm/use/talk bad about/try to kill my family will have the force of hell after your ass before you know it. Maybe I'm just a little too over protective but I won't take anyone messing with my friends and letting them get away with it.

I also tend to lose my temper when I don't know something that I know I should know and when I don't know why I feel the way that I do sometimes. It makes me feel less in control of myself and of my mind and that's one thing that I can't afford to lose anytime soon. Yeah that pisses me off.

Muse: Piper "Les" Allison
Fandom: Original
Words: 125

Character: Hermione Granger
Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt #6: What makes you lose your temper?

Prompt #13: Are you superstitious?

002 - Family
003 - What Are Your Thoughts On Love?
004 - What Song Best Describes You And Why?
006 - What Makes You Lose Your Temper?
007 - What Was Your Greatest Loss?
008 - When I'm Feeling Blue, All I Have To Do
009 - What Makes You Laugh?
010 - My Life Would Be Better If...
011 - What Do You Want?
012 - Cooking
013 - Are You Superstitious?
014 - What Do You Dream About?
015 - Mistaken Identity
016 - What Moment In Your Life Would You Like To Relive?
017 - What Is The Best - Or Worst - Advice You Have Ever Received?
018 - What Was Your Most Embarassing Moment?
019 - In Your Time Of Need, Who Will You Turn To?

Anyone messing with Layla.

Period.


Muse: Warren Peace
Fandom: "Sky High"
Word Count: 5

( What makes you lose your temper? )


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((OOC))
Character: Lily Coleens
Fandom: Original Character
Prompt: What makes you loose your temper?

Open for RP or Comments here

5. What is your greatest fear?
6. What makes you lose your temper?
7. What was your greatest loss?
8. "When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do..."
9. What makes you laugh?
10. My life would be much easier if...
11. What do you want?
12. Cooking
13. Are you superstitious?


[Any and all are open for comments.]

There is only one thing that burns my blood until it is boiling—injustice. I have witnessed the true crimes of humanity whilst the innocent continue to be victimized and persecuted by their peers. The true horrors of this world are not the trivial matters of murders and scandals reported in our daily newspapers, but rather the unspoken atrocities that go on behind closed doors that are never reported to authorities.

All comments screened by Dr. Agar.

'The first step to understanding a problem is understanding the source.'

Character: Celena Ducayne
Fandom: The Decay of Dreams; Original Character
Word Count: 177
open for roleplay or comments here

The “real world” in general, models in particular. I have an extremely low threshold for “selfish”, “vain”, and “stupid”. I hate working with them. Selfish, stupid little stick-figures with poofy lips that care only about themselves. There’s nothing interesting about them. There is no variety in anything except maybe their hairstyles. Otherwise, it’s just a row of young girls, each so like the other that one wonders if they’ve come out of a factory instead of a human being’s womb? I wouldn’t mind their obsession with their waistlines if it were for reasons other than vanity. Personally, I prefer a more diverse cliantel. It gets boring making the same outfit in the same size for seventeen interchangeable little girls. It would help if any of them had a brain in their heads, but I’ve yet to come across one that does. Many of them think they know what they’re talking about and whine about how something is a bad color for them, or it’s too big or too small or the pattern isn’t to their liking and so on.

And people wonder why I carry around a newspaper.

What makes me loose my temper? The dishonest of false hope.

Those damn idiot doctors who give a patient or their family false hope as a way to escape their own discomfort over delivering bad news. They don’t want to accept the helpless anger that comes from a person –or a family- when you stand there and tell them the truth.

They’re going to die.

Instead, people edge around the answer, they offer vague maybes and obscure possibilities. The human body doesn’t work like that, the human mind doesn’t work like that! For every word spoken of ‘possible’ the dying see hope and in the end, when that hope is finally broken, it is a soul crushing blow the likes of which can leave a patient devastated.

Just, tell the truth! Don’t lie to be a balm to your own ego. Don’t hold out false hope because you want the answer to be different. It’s not your answer to accept, in the end, it’s theirs and the only recourse any of us truly have in the end, is to be upfront and honest.

Even when it’s not the answer any of us wants to hear.

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Oh this is rich.

Idiots with clipboards asking stupid questions. Unqualified, untalented meatsacks thinking they can take the measure of /Me/. Face it, the world is unqualified to take the measure of Me. Rosen-krutch has to resort to medicating talents who hit these kind of highs, just to try and keep a leash on us. We'll show /them/.

Well, that pisses me off but I'm pretty damn cool about it. I suppose I lost my cool now and then but having Brad Crawford, Man With The Plan, around helped. A lot. Having something to look forward to when you're ankle deep in crazy-juice and the wave seems to be incoming, that really helps a guy keep it together. And the team, you know, being "us", that's a big...

Hey, I know, I hate it when that know-it-all son-of-a-bitch gets it wrong, on purpose. Or he holds something back. Arrogant /FUCK/, like he just wants to see the look on my face when I get back - /if/ I get back, you know? Sometimes he thinks he's so fucking funny, though he won't show it; glasses flash, he pushes them up, smug face on and not a smile - I know he knows if he smiles I'll knock it off his smug goddamn face..

Ja, that's what makes me lose it, Crawford, when he's /wrong/.

If he's wrong.. what the hell are we doing?

Well for one your bloody questions. You're poking at me and wanting to know my life. Hell you won't leave me the hell alone. Don't you have better things to do? Like get shot by an Akuma? That's a pet peeve of mine thanks. Prodding me to open up. I don't see any damn reason to sit here and discuss what pissses me off, makes me scared, or whatever with you or anyone. Its none of your business. And yet you're not going to leave me alone until I spit out enough for you to be satisfied with.

How about these apples? Who the hell are you? All you've done is ask these bloody questions and never once answered any about yourself. Greedy much? ....FINE.

Another thing that makes me blow my lid is telling me I'm not trying hard enough. I do try my damnest. I try as hard as my body is able to! And sometimes? I push beyond that. Fuck human limits. If you push hard enough the body will follow your will. Until there's no life left I'll keep fighting and walking.

( spoilers for chapters 90-112 )

You're not going to see me lose my temper. Not to your face. Instead, I'll bottle it up and I'll never let you see it. No one will see it.

But it is simply the last resort that my mind will touch when all else fails. I won't lash out. I'll just cry. It will be inappropriate. Everyone mistakes it for sadness or depression. It is anger. It is usually at myself. Though sometimes at my mother, who is not in my life very much, but just enough to bring my world crashing to a halt. After all, I'm not all I could have been, I guess.

Sure, I make my own money, I live in my own condo, I have my own car, and manage to take care of all my own bills. This was not enough, though. Where is my franchise? Where is my legacy? Where is the tangible evidence of the monetary and intellectual gifts they bestowed upon me? I don't actively seek out her attention. She actively avoids mine. It works for us both just fine. I find myself in tears at the end of conversations with her.

Those are the tears of anger I was explaining. It isn't just the shame and degradation. It's the rage that boils over from these insane conversations we have about my potential and the negation of all I have accomplished. I'm never going to be enough for her.

But she'll never see the breakdown. I'll never back down from her.

I stoically hold up under the pressure. That, at least, she cannot deny is an area in which I excel even beyond her wildest dreams for having trained me to be tough enough for this brutal world.

What makes Cariad angry?_{(Comments welcome)}

What makes me lose my temper? What is my greatest loss? I might answer these questions with a single statement: the fact I never got to see any of my Padawans to their Trials.