♯- Something that gets your muse angry

People who hurt others. The one thing he will never understand is why people would go out of their ways to make other’s upset. Be it someone who hurts pokemon, hurts people, or hurts his friends.

✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

Nothing. Fire doesn’t really use his phone’s camera, he doesn’t really use his phone at all. There’s also very little he thinks he should take pictures of.

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

Sleep. With a mix of a wandering mind and terrible insomnia, Fire savors every second of sleep he can get. He loves almost nothing more than waking up after many, many hours of sleep.

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

She only meant to go out for a walk.  It was such a beautiful day outside, and she felt like a schoolgirl, wanting to be outside than inside studying (or in her case, working). She was on her break, she should have been relaxing, preparing for her show, eating, doing something—but when she saw the traveling flower vendor, Mary couldn’t help herself.  

The bursting blooms and gumdrop hues… they were so beautiful.  Mary couldn’t resist: she splurged and bought seven large blossoms, hoping that he’d love them.  Those flowers were her confidence, and she was full of it, with a spring in her step and a huge smile on her face.  For the second time that day Mary gave in to impulse.  She couldn’t resist smelling the flowers, letting their one-of-a-kind scent fill her being.  But she’d gotten too big a whiff and let out a huge sneeze.  The flowers she’d bought were sent scattering into the wind.

She was embarrassed by how much she cried—first from when she lost the flowers, and the second when they were returned.  Her eyes were less red and puffy by the time she arrived back at the Radio Tower for her next program she’d be co-hosting with DJ Ben.

Mary clutched the bouquet close to her chest; the butterflies in her stomach only made her feel sick.  A deep exhale, and Mary was left even more nervous than she’d been in her entire life.  She was starting to regret this.  Why Gracidea flowers, of all things?  Why not tulips, orchids, carnations, roses—her cheeks flushed a bright red.  Why not just tell him how you feel? a nasty little voice whispered in the back of her mind.  Why beat around the bush about this?

Mary let out a sigh.  “Why beat around the bush about it?” she asked, sinking back into her chair. She put the bouquet on her desk. This whole thing was a bad idea.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Someone knocked on the door.  “Hello-o!  You in, Mare?”  

Mary jumped out of her seat—she had to look productive!—and when DJ Ben popped his head into the room, she nearly lost her mind. I can’t let him see them!  She rushed around her desk to hide the bouquet—why was he here now?

“Good, you’re here!  The Director just told me—oh?”  Ben smiled at her, a glint of knowing in his eyes.  He’d seen the bouquet.  “And who are these for?”

“Ben—!” Mary started, but the DJ only laughed, ignoring her protests and grabbing the flowers from behind her back.  Mary tried to snatch the bouquet back, but Ben waved her off and gave her a toothy grin.  “They’re—I only—Ben, please—”  Her cheeks burned.

She looked around anxiously, her gaze moving from Ben, to the door, and finally at the clock.  They had less than a minute before their show began!  “Uh—look at the time!” DJ Mary stuttered, gesticulating frantically.  She began moving to their recording desk.  “We um—our show’s about to start—We should really—”

DJ Ben chuckled and took his place across from her.  “We’ll talk about this later,” he mouthed, a sly smile on his lips.

The bright ON AIR light turned on.  Your regularly scheduled program was about to begin.

SKYE, LEILANI, and MAXIE—Congratulations!  Your names were the first to be drawn in the raffle.  You may now pick one (1) shiny Pokémon as your very own, so long as it is a Flying, Grass, or Water-type.  There is no need to wait for the other winners to make their pick; everyone can choose whichever type they desire, regardless of what other types were chosen.

Life Is Beautiful - Sixx A.M. (lyrics here) (listen here)

You can’t quit until you tryYou can’t live until you dieYou can’t learn to tell the truthUntil you learn to lie 

Ardos was serious. He wanted to blow this place to bits, with Michael still on it–with all the Cipher members still on it. The fear didn’t feel icy, it was hot, burning through his veins. He had done so much to get to this point, only for it to end like--this? With a massive explosion and not only his death, but that of so many others? With the promise that the organization he’d been working so hard to crush would rise from the ashes?

I know some things that you don’tI’ve done things that you won’tThere’s nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home

Was he ready to die yet? Was he? He’d thought he wanted to at one point, at his father’s funeral. If his dad couldn’t be here any longer, he didn’t want to be, either. But time had numbed that feeling. He wanted to live--no, he needed to live. Maybe not for himself, but for the people who now depended on him.

There was no way of this island, no fast way. The Kyogre-modeled craft was far away on the docks. He had no way of preventing what was starting to look like an inevitable conclusion. So he closed his eyes, and he waited.

I’m so sorry to hear about your tablet!  That’s a huge loss; I can’t imagine just how far it’s setting you back, especially with your being in school right now.  I’ve gone ahead and placed Shauna on a regular three-week hiatus (until May 7th).  This should give you enough time to catch up on schoolwork and find a good place to replace it.  I hope everything works out, my friend!

♫:my muse's five favorite songs

I don’t listen to music enough to answer this accurately

♛:the pettiest thing my muse has ever done