#passiveonlooker

[theperfectimpostor]

♆ & ϡ

ooc;;

Both have already been answered because A-ya sent like five

[vinehilt-blog]

there are prodigies, who are already excellent at their gifts, and there are regular people, who have to work hard to achieve half of what the prodigies achieve. who is better?

  "Hm... I don't think either is really too much better than the other? But maybe it depends on the situation... If a prodigy doesn't work to refine their gift or thinks it makes them more talented, I would say those who worked hard are better... But, if the prodigy tries to refine their skill even if they're already excellent at it and helps others try to achieve the same thing, it's even...? I think as long as both work hard either trying to be more skilled with that gift or putting that gift to use, each should be equally proud of themselves, so in general, neither is better than the other..!!"

[seminighted]

1, 5 & 21?

             「1」♔　do you sleep with your closet  doors open or closed?

“Closed...?”

             「5」♔　do you ever count your steps while you walk?

A shake of her head — no.

             「21」♔　are you afraid of heights?

Embarrassment is slight but blooms nonetheless, even if only a miniscule movement of the bud. She finally gives a nod to signify nothing but yes short after.

[killuatheassassin]

✦, ✩ and ✪ !

✦ Fatal Flaw: A fatal flaw of Killua’s is that, if an enemy is able to defeat him, he will know this and decide not to fight the enemy. This flaw puts himself into danger.

✩ Belief they’ve questioned/struggled with: Killua has questioned whether or not the belief of the Zoldyck family that he doesn’t need friends is true.

✪ Critique they have about others: Killua thinks that everyone never follows the plan and always does whatever they want. This causes frustration in him. He also thinks they take unnecessary risks.

[hoennite--archive]

23 & 29?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Answered! Thank you!!

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Lots of yelling, possibly some crying and running around. Calling an authority figure would probably come a while after that-- or someone else would have to do it, before she tries to handle it herself somehow.

[retruth]

humor me.

Abruptly burdened with the weight of his cosmic insignificance in an indifferent universe of absymal void and cold (dead) stars, it’s no real surprise Shinji’s fidgeting with the mentality of a cagey bird, chin propped up by the heart of his palms as he sways on his precarious perch. He starts the ball rolling, of course, with what he considers a hypothetical. ”Tell me the truth. Do I look upset all the time?”

“Yes.”

For an automatic response with record-breaking speed, it’s Ikari who ends up in verbal jetlag, mouth open and closing several times in tandem. ”What?”

His companion blinks, pauses a moment to ruminate over the one-word rejoinder with the air of a philosopher, maybe. Or a sarcastic radio broadcaster on the heels of his fifth coffee run on a slow, petering excuse of a Sunday evening with nothing but dead air and retro tunes society’s long-forgotten on perpetual replay. Probably. “My mistake, I wasn’t specific enough. You’re disenchanted with the fact that people will let you down in one way or another because we’re all fundamentally imperfect beings.”

“That’s not very optimistic.” Lips nearly twitching into a scowl, he keeps the poker face plastered through sheer force of willpower.

“I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” And there he goes off again with the barely-contentious qualifier that never fails to irk him.

“Is there something you would lie about?”

“High-waisted pants are going back into style anytime now.”

Shinji literally topples off the railing and onto the concrete with a startled gasp, coughing and wheezing away so plaintively it could’ve induced the assumption that he was going into cardiac arrest in the general public.

“I t-thought college students were supposed to be smart … !”

“In the majority’s case, not indefatigably so. Besides, you’re asking the wrong questions.”His companion bends down to offer his hand, which Shinji begrudgingly takes, sweeping dust motes and his pride off of his dress pants with vague consternation.

A tepid pause. “What constitutes a ‘right’ question, then?”

“An aptly-worded joke involving a double entendre, perhaps. I can’t put words into your mouth, but selective blindness isn’t the answer. You can’t run from your problems.”

Shinji jolts back on the rebound, expression waxing between mortification and flustered sheepishness. “What’s wrong with running away if reality sucks?”

“For one thing, your friends and relatives will come looking for you. You wouldn’t be forgotten. Take care of yourself, or people will undoubtedly become worried for your safety.”

Ikari blusters, evidently unsettled, and slips back on his backpack. Rocking on the heels of his patently-overrated Converse sneakers for a few fleeting seconds, he ends up brushing past Ii entirely, sluggishly meandering down the bridge. “… You don’t know the half of it.”It’s only when he’s nearly out of ear-shot that he catches the smart-aleck comeback, in all of its fizzling, cocksure resolve. An assertive lilt to his voice, confidence bright and transparent, an open admission of intention and its proponents.

“I never claimed to. I only know what I know, Shinji.”

[abdemus]

harmony?

Harmony: How do you think your character will cope with regaining their memories? Will it be a relief? A shock? Will they be grateful?

It'll be quite devastating. Neglect, experimentation, wishing to cease existing only to be incapable of coping with the paralyzing fear that accompanied it; all were much too difficult to bear as a child and would persist to be even as a young adult. While joyful memories would intertwine with those dredged with pain, it'd be difficult but not nearly impossible to overcome the regression that'd occur. Reverted back to the state of a terrified little girl, deprived of proper affection and triggered by remembrances of previous treatment, this would be how she'd remain until a beloved friend provided the necessary support and reassurances, temporarily becoming her strength in order to put the past where it belongs: in the past.