[angeltabris]

☾  KAWORU NAGISA 𝄇 Neon Genesis Evangelion

❝ There is always hope. No matter the circumstances. ❞

weird alien angel child who causes problems by accident.

also tries to solve them. a lot. maybe too much? has been called “obsessive”. they don’t have therapists on the moon.

humans tried to make a god. now their god is a fifteen year old, and he doesn’t want to do his chores.

does he enjoy being vague and enigmatic, or is he just Like That?

likely a forefather of your fave gay coded white-haired anime boys. 

time looper! learned love and kindness through a grisly cycle of death and rebirth. now it's ALL about the fragility of the human heart, babyyyy!

“i said i wasn’t gonna lose my head...”

[angeltabris]

scullcss​:

A feeling of void was also a type of hurt? She clearly didn’t even think of it like that. There’s a look of realization when he says that and then she lowers her gaze to her hands. They’re folded neatly on her lap. She hadn’t realized, but she had been twirling a strand of long blond hair between her right index finger. She feels his eyes on her and so she looks up to look at him. 

“I do like music…But even that would be temporary, wouldn’t it?” Didn’t he want something that would last a life time? The kind of filling that would last for eternity? Not some temporary kind?

“All things are temporary. To exist is to change: consciousness birthed from nothing, bursting into a grand crescendo as we join and part and join again, only to crash tremendously back into the ether or fade as quietly as if into sleep.”   Still tucked in his pocket, his fingers tap out a rhythm in common time, one-two-three-four against his thigh. “No matter the type of existence you live, whether for better or for worse... so long as you do not spurn change, you can find happiness. Perhaps I enjoy music because it reminds me of that.” He pauses, considering that his own words might be somewhat hypocritical - but then, he’s always been a creature of irony. 

[elt-kamome]

[kitelumi]

cruel angel 

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @angeltabris // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| THOUGH he's not all too CONFIDENT about the situation he's been thrown into, Siebren nevertheless regards it with grace. It took some growing used to, as does most things, but Siebren hss since settled into this new norm, even if it'll disappear within the passing of the week. Nevertheless, he's always taken health and safety seriously, often being the first among his crew to ensure that protocols were kept in a TIMELY manner. For as much as a scatterbrained man he may seem, drowning in his studies, he can be the first to spring to action when prompted.

THE weapon in his hands feels STRANGE, much unlike the hyperspheres he helped to invent. Guns are not strange to him, not entirely, but he's always stuck to wielding certain models, and only when absolutely necessary. Violence, oh how he avoids it like the plague!

ONE shot, followed by another. Aim is still impeccable, regardless of how ill fitting the weapon is in his tight grip. ❝One down.❞ Words spoken in a clear voice as a Databug bursts into data and code, no corpse to be LEFT BEHIND. Gun lowers, eyes wandering, as if expecting something to be left behind. Isn't that how video games work?

IN his silent rumination, he's focused solely upon sidewalk cracks, weeds slinking between grey stone. Gun raises once more as footsteps ECHO at his back, but just as quickly as it is pulled forth, it is lowered once again, pressed against his side awkwardly. Someone, human perhaps?

❝HOI, pleasant weather to be stopping these nasty bugs!❞

[angeltabris]

This training, Kaworu thinks as he pierces another Databug with his pole and watches its elytra fizzle and crack into nothing, is impressively immersive. At least as advanced as SEELE’s tech, most likely superior to NERV’s - it makes him wonder yet again exactly who brought him here and why, what they might intend to do with such an oddly assembled collection of unwilling soldiers.

Though, he reminds himself with a wry smile, it’s not as though he’s been forced to participate in this particular task. But it’s easy, mindless work, and as good a way as any to get himself out of his head for a while. There’s always so much thinking to do, so many risks to calculate and a world of philosophies to ponder. It suits him well when he has company and purpose, but when alone it starts to wear on his spirit. He lifts the wooden pole again, twirls it with a practised grace and rests it casually across his shoulders. The bugs aren’t scarce by any means nor difficult to track, but many people are assisting in the efforts to clear them and the surrounding area has been all but emptied for now. He will have to find his next target somewhere else. Though he’s been at this a while, he’s still not too familiar with Netwalk. Maybe he’ll approach someone nearby for advice on a good spot? Someone like...

Backlit by the sun, Kaworu does not flinch at the stranger’s fleeting aggression. He simply chuckles, soft and melodious. Now that he gets a proper look at him, this man’s rough edges are softened by his eyes, which to Kaworu seem to carry a particularly heavy sort of tragedy. “Mhm, it’s nice out.” The weather is quite mild, but then again, it usually is. Adults always seem to like it when he agrees with them about the weather. 

[thirdchance]

mission: cliffhangers ☾ @angeltabris​

content warning for heavy religious themes and mentions of ritual sacrifice

Ayanami had not visited Archimedes with the intention of finding Savior’s Respite, let alone throwing herself down it. In fact, she had found herself feeling something akin to disappointment upon receiving the mission brief, a small notification on her phone popping up as she crossed the border between wards.

A challenge for foolhardy thrill seekers to test their metal in a place of reverence did not interest Ayanami in the slightest. In fact, she almost felt reproachful of the adventurers littering the ward, animatedly describing their feats of bravery in conquering the most basic of human instincts.

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Archimedes, with its sun-bleached ivories and brilliant blues, was as delightful as the books back in his room had led Kaworu to believe. Wandering through the city streets, he felt almost as though he had been transported to another time, all of his senses lovingly invited to step into the home of some welcoming god: Hestia; Terpsichore; perhaps Dionysus. (He had studied Western classics, cooped up in SEELE’s facilities, and found great amusement in their familiarity. It seemed that humans, no matter the time and place, often asked themselves whether gods could live, laugh, and love among mortals - for a long time, Kaworu had been asking the same). Accompanied by gentle chatter from roadside cafés and restaurants and sweet, lingering scents on the breeze, he meandered until, quite suddenly it seemed, he found himself alone. When he turned to look, he realised that the town centre was quite a way behind him, distant enough at least for the air here to feel quiet and still, untouched by the buzz of daily life. In front of him stretched a narrow pathway, lined with colourful flowers in bloom. Some he recognised, but most he did not - native flora, he assumed. They called out to him, but their meanings he could only guess, like words in a beautiful language he didn’t understand. 

He had little to lose by following, so he continued up the path, picking his way carefully across undergrowth and scattered cobble. There was a thrumming energy here, in the atmosphere and in the ground, and although it was hot out and the air was mostly still, a light breeze occasionally ran curious fingers through his hair.   The further he went, the more strongly he began to feel that there was something other than the path itself guiding him. The old magic was there, certainly - beside him, solemn, a thousand whispering ghosts - but there was something up ahead, too, a different kind of old magic pulling him like a magnet. It was a familiar pull, and its shape he knew as intimately as a dizygotic embryo knows its twin in the womb. This is why, despite the absurdity of their circumstances, he felt nothing but a warm burst of nostalgia when another person came into view, stopped dead on the path ahead of him.

“First,” he called out, voice pleasant as the sunlight on the dappled greenery, “we meet again.”

[angeltabris]

little picrew guy!

[angeltabris]

 ☾ starter for @anglerfishnabe // starter call

Today, Kaworu has come to a quiet spot on the outskirts of Fibonacci Ward’s surface to practice his levitation. He had felt the tangible power of his A.T. Field weaken considerably when he arrived here, even before being informed of the restrictions which had somehow been placed on him, and he’s curious as to how such a shift may have changed him. 

One, two. Utilising the A.T. Field should be as easy as breathing, but he’s apprehensive- last time, not very long ago at all, a shift in his A.T. Field had been what got him killed. He closes his eyes as the familiar power surrounds him.

It doesn’t kill him, but it doesn’t feel quite like it usually would, either. The part of his soul which belongs to Adam stirs uncomfortably. The rhythm of the power is somehow different: it feels like playing a funeral waltz in the major key. He opens his eyes again, skin prickling, and at the same moment realises he is being watched. He turns his head to glance at the stranger. “Oh! Hello. My apologies for disturbing your privacy.”

[angeltabris]

☾ starter for @failedprince // starter call​

It’s been a few days now, and Kaworu is starting to get the hang of this place. He knows how to get to and from the apartment without hassle, and has even successfully introduced himself to one of his roommates. He figured out pretty quickly that language barriers here were practically non-existent, and thanks to the books he’s borrowed, he has a base understanding of the island’s structure, and even some of its history.

What he still doesn’t understand is why he’s here, and the lack of purpose is making him a little restless. He realises he’s going to need to talk to people if he wants answers, and the first step to that is making sure that he doesn’t seem so out of place as to be unapproachable. 

So it is that this evening he is wandering a shopping district in Fibonacci Ward, observing its citizens and searching for something new to wear. The school uniform provided to him by SEELE, an exact duplicate of all the ones before it, is starting to feel a little... itchy, particularly around the collar. The problem is that there’s almost too much choice, and, as amusing as that concept is, it’s starting to stress him out slightly. So he does the only thing he can think of, and decides to approach someone for help. Scanning the area quickly, he spots a boy who he thinks must be just a couple of years older than him. Perfect- maybe this person will know what store he should go to! He approaches with a casual grin and his hands in his pockets, attempting to emulate the friendly, boyish mannerisms which he learned from his classmates and so heavily relied upon in some of the loops.

“Hello there. Sorry to interrupt your afternoon, but if you have a moment, could you direct me to where I might buy something fashionable to wear?”

[angeltabris]

hi hi! since his posts aren’t showing up in tags yet i thought i would take a moment to plug my other muse’s blog! i’ll be over there tonight, and probably get to starters on here tomorrow. (i also set up a twitter so feel free to follow me there if you like! ^_^)

[sagamemes]

a slightly altered timeline.   send me  ‘ timeline ’  and a number and i will tell you how my muse and their life would have turned out in a life slightly altered compared to their canon one—same universe, but where something little, or something big, went differently.

the timeline in which they live an ideal life, had no opportunities taken from them, were subjected to nothing terrible, where they grew up to fulfil their full potential.

the timeline in which they never met who would become the most influential or important person in their life, or that person was taken from them before they were capable of forming memories.

the timeline in which something important to them happened in a different stage of life.

the timeline in which they knew beforehand of something they would have prevented if given the chance.

the timeline in which they continue on from the current point in their lives to the best happy ending that is within their reach, where nothing that has happened so far is negated but from now on, the happy things start piling up.

the timeline in which everything that could go wrong from this point on… does.

the timeline in which they never experience the loss that taught them something important.

the timeline in which they gain everything they want, except for the thing they wanted the most.

the timeline in which they live the life they currently see the most likely for them.

the timeline in which something big to them never happened.

the timeline in which something very little happened differently, but it changed a lot.

the timeline in which they had a person in their life when they needed one the most.

the timeline in which instead of the most influential person in their life, they had a person who had the complete opposite effect on them.

the timeline in which they took a chance they didn’t in canon.

the timeline in which they let a chance go by.

[angeltabris]

little non-event starter call! no cap, new mutuals / non-mutuals welcome <3 (they probably won’t be very lengthy, since mun kaworu barely knows anything about this place yet. please help him find his way around...!)

[angeltabris]

scullcss​:

Her own eyes follows to look at the sky. She’s quiet, taking in what he says about loneliness and taking in the scenery. “Does loneliness hurt? The feeling? I only know of it feeling empty. There’s no pain, just…nothing. But I don’t like the feeling.” She wants to feel something.

“When I climb high places like trees, or when I grab seashells by the beach or even look at bugs, flowers, anything I like…it’s only a temporary release from the feeling of feeling lonely.” She turns her head to look at the stranger, “What about you?”

Her questions are so simple, so raw and so - perhaps ironically - human. It’s a subject that he has spent a lot of time mulling over, drifting half-awake in LCL fluid in SEELE’s laboratories, by the shore, and on the moon’s cold surface. “Feeling that you can’t feel... worrying that loneliness is only a void inside your soul. That, too, is a type of hurt. Even before you realise it, the ‘you’ locked deep in your heart is crying for you. Like a newborn, it begs for your attention. Like a sapling, it needs help in order to grow.”

The second part of her question is easier to answer. He tears his eyes away from the sky and meets her gaze, expression falling back into a gentle smile.

“Do you like music? When my heart cries out to feel something, I find it helps to play it a song.”

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[angeltabris]

quickwits​:

     “ lilin? well, i don’t know exactly what you mean by that, big brother, but i’ve got more books like that one in your hand. ”  the boy speaks over his shoulder as he scopes out the fridge before ultimately deciding on a pastry of some kind, filled with cream cheese and fruit jam. he takes it, tucking a carton of orange juice into the space between his chest and forearm, then turns and nudges the fridge door closed with a tap of his heel.      on his toes, he begins by reaching for a glass from the cupboard. it appears as though he’s gotten used to preparing meals for himself in the mornings, though only the more simple variety. one tends to, after living in quarters like these for a while.

     “ you can read those ones if you want. i finished them already, and i’ve got some time before they have to be returned to the library. so help yourself. ”

“You don’t mind?” He isn’t used to information being so freely given. He takes note of his new roommate’s choice in food: simple and a little childish, but with a touch of sophistication. His efforts to reach the higher cupboards without asking for assistance give off the impression of someone who is either highly confident, or frustrated by their own shortcomings. Stroking his fingers over the cover of the complex text in his hands, Kaworu feels that this person should not be taken lightly- yet he does not seem dishonest, and the Angel cannot think of a reason not to accept.

“I see. Thank you. I’ll take good care of them.” 

More interesting than the books themselves is the fact that there is indeed a library here. He’ll have to add finding it to his agenda for the day, but before that...  “We haven’t been introduced yet, have we? My name is Kaworu Nagisa. It seems I will be living here for a while.”

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もっともっと高く漕いで

そのまま空へ飛び出して

君と一緒に、はばたいて行けたら

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シン公開日、ほとんど眠れず劇場へ向かったのですが、こんな夢を見たのをなんとなく覚えています。

ネルフ廃墟にアルプスの少女ハイジのアレがぶら下がっていました(カヲル君お手製…❔)

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scullcss​:

She…doesn’t like that. She doesn’t know what she doesn’t like about what he said, but she just doesn’t like it at all. She definitely hides it well though. Instead her head tilts and she asks, “In what way are you hurting?” She places the mirror down, her ears are good as new, the wires that stuck out are back in and those ears make a whirling noise as they twitch, only temporary with the sounds at least.

Was feeling lonely a hurt? For her, that was something she felt on a daily basis. Lonelyness. The unsatiable emptiness. No matter what she did it wasn’t filling up. Maybe ONE day she’ll find something. Until then, would she continue hurting?

Look at what this stranger’s done. Has her thinking all kinds of questions for herself. Time to mask it with her own questions.

“There’s no injuries on you, so are you hurting somewhere else? Maybe inside?” 

It’s almost odd; he’s so rarely been asked questions like that. In those countless loops, there was little time for small talk. He smiles. They may not be of Adam nor Lilith, but he feels, nonetheless, that this person is like him. “Loneliness is the fate of all conscious beings. It connects us, and proves we’re alive.” He glances to the sky. It’s so different to his home world, yet it, too, feels familiar, a staccato of mismatched buildings harshly cutting into the firmament. He wonders: are the stars here the same? Do Vega and Altair still shine as brightly? “Even now, it’s connecting us,” he says, softly. His chest aches, and he hopes that loneliness isn’t connecting him to home, too. Knows better than to really believe it.