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#𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 — an indie and selective 𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸 𝚁𝙴𝙸 of the Evangelion series. as loved by Su ( she/they, 23, GMT )

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𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜, determinsim 𝚟𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 end of the world.

carrd. || opens. || playlist. || headcanons. || chara studies.

#pinned.#((click ayanami's name for the doc :3))

Gonna be going on holiday tomorrow..lets see if I can lock in tonight

#ooc; onion girl enthusiast #(GO MY REILINGS))#((also aughh toji my beloved...hes my favourite bostonian Japanese person))#((if u wanns throw things at a.suka go ahead too but I'm gonna focus in rei 🫡

valtsv

*stepping over my own corpse* sorry about that. it's nice to meet you. yeah don't worry about it, it'll despawn in a few minutes.

#musings.

girl i completely forgot i was going to have a symbiote verse for rei...

#ooc; onion girl enthusiast #((the s.piderverse hold...i was cooking))#((and a.tla too like.. whats she doing there LMAO))#((i gotta update my carrd/doc for my alien + persona verses 😭😭😭))

seeds-of-life-daily

The soulless cloned husks of rei and kaworu are put in the same tank, hijunks ensue

Day 28 I think they would try and play card games to pass the time but they never learned how to

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@kyoskagi

#((LMFAO))#the same as me; 5番目

we may not be so different, you and i.

❛❛ What makes you think so ? ❜❜

The question is almost insolent in the face of his ever-present smile - those eyes, whose depths I have peered into through the mirror in the bathroom and recoiled from the abyss I found watching me back. But something itches at the back of my skull now. It scratches, it claws, insistent to break out the shell that is me.

Not the revulsion of what lingers in the peripheral of my being, but something akin to recognition, though this is the first time we've met.

He is like me. Something between life and death, a whole piece of fractured desires.

Alike, yet not the same.

❛❛ Our matter may be similar, but we are not. ❜❜

#kyoskagi #((HI POSI))#((the way the only have a line like this in the anime and nothing else...))#((the manga gives a little more but still not much..i wish they were together more))#((but thats why WE'RE here >:)#verse ; rei iii.

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It was only a matter of time tbh @ausbrennen

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I've made it look all nice now 🙂‍↕️

#ooc; onion girl enthusiast #((made a gif and everything #((lowkey looks nicer than rei's 😭 idk how i feel about this one..i might change it back to what it was before #((ANYWAYS. I'm sleepy but i shall try and write

It was only a matter of time tbh @ausbrennen

#ooc; onion girl enthusiast #((not my afformentioned oc

riibrego

summer break

#saviours of humanity; pilots

f9d3be

This God will not forgive you.

#aes; the beginning and the end are one and the same #((i know this is s.ignalis but..it fits

are you winning rei

❝ Nii-san. ❞ It's barely audible over the tap, tap, tap, of her stylus, hunched over pale blue handheld. Some rhythm game, it seemed.

❝ Do not distract me. ❞

#m-11o #((LMAO))

1stchild

🫵👁👁

oh yep that's sure me.

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they're letting all the clones just walk about now, huh?

#1stchild #((HI HI HI))#((I literally gasped when you followed me))#((e.va rp RISE))

I WROTE

#ooc; onion girl enthusiast #((i feel so rusty omg))#((but accomplished))#((finally. got started))

razrbomb

MESSAGE. hair. for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face. ⤷ sent by @primordyalsoul

‘ via the system of touch ’ — ( closed )

— THE POOLSIDE ON campus is perhaps not the most conventional place to hang out after school; yet, the way the water feels as she dips her legs in soothed her, grounded her, a quiet serenity that needs no further explanation. What is water if not the primordial birthplace where all off humanity derived — from their biological ancestors, to the womb. It just comes automatic. Still, the winter time was not the most ample time of year to get her feet wet; it’s a miracle that hasn’t gotten sick yet.

An even greater miracle was that the First entertained Reze’s idiosyncrasies, making it a habit to accompany her &. her impulses. With a single motion, Reze splashes the other’s leg with water, giggling as she does so; &. after a brief moment of hesitation, the First splashes back, a weaker current contrasting against Reze’s lapping wave.

The wind picks up again then, disrupting their peace, &. by instinct, Reze wraps her arms around herself, rubbing her hands against her cardigan for warmth. Her hair flies around in several different directions, covering most of her face in a cloud of black &. dark purple hues ( well, more concealed than her typical messy fashion ). This went on for over a minute. Over several rough minutes.

‘When does it end…?’ As if reading her mind, the wind stops &. settles for a languid breeze. Not exactly a return to form, but at least to a cold that was bearable — the water felt warm &. she was no longer shaking; but, Reze’s hair remains a mess.

Until the First brushed Reze’s hair away from her face, pushing her bangs behind her ears. Softly. Gently. Her fingers were deft in fixing Reze’s appearance as she brushed from her scalp down to her ends, calm &. cool, with affection &. care. ‘So soft…’ Perfectly comfortable, she shut her eyes then, breathing slowly as goose flesh rose from her arms, from her legs, sinking further into the First’s gentle spell. Inhale. Her forehead was bare, &. for once, she did not mind the change in style.

Then… the sensation ceased. Exhale. Green eyes fluttered open &. met with ruby red, staring at her with a blank though kind gaze. Her kind gaze… It was easy to miss; but, Reze notices her subtleties — like the small crinkle in the corner of one eye as both eyes squeeze slightly, unable to express joy fully but only in small bursts. It’s an expression that brings Reze comfort. She offers her own smile in kind.

“We should probably go someplace more… warm, ne?” A rational suggestion; however, the wistful look in her eyes as she stares off into the distance betrays her smile. She doesn’t dare speak her true thoughts aloud, fearing the possibility of being heard; so, she leans her head to rest against the First’s shoulder, the motion made her bangs once again fall over her face, lifting one leg away from the water to rest against cold concrete.

“Where else should we go?” Anywhere but home.

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The next breath Ayanami takes catches in her throat. It stings slightly with the gasp of lingering perfume that clings to the warm flesh of Reze's neck, and between the floral sweetness and the sharp pinch of chlorine, it is hard to tell which is more artificial. Yet, her gaze lingers on the dome of Reze's forehead, the pale skin so rarely seen seems tender now, exposed, like the thin membrane beneath the shell of an egg. Within her own head turns the tender underbelly of desire to touch her forehead — to feel the warmth of her skin under her palm, to cover it again so it wasn't so bare.

It's hidden again just as quickly beneath the sweep of dark hair, and Ayanami's fingers twitch to see it again.

Instead, her head lulls to the side until it rests against Reze's, settling for the soft caress of purple strands against her cheek.

Cold days were rare in Tokyo-3, yet cold was a familiar sensation: the artificial chill stuffed in barren halls of steel within HQ; the faint pinprick of goosebumps on her skin when emerging from the Mother's blood, thick, coppery, cloying to pale skin till it tinged orange with the artificial flush of life within this husk. The submersion itself was not so bad, like sleep without the weight of this heavy soul, a deprivation of sense that was almost akin to wholeness.

Even before Reze had arrived and startled her aching heart into rhythm with mirrors of green, Ayanami had been partial to the pool. She didn't swim much — only kicked her feet on occasion to glide — but, she would float.

But now, with the weight of Reze's head on her shoulder, the weight of Reze's unspoken words, Ayanami swam.

She propelled herself — her pale arm sliding between the warm crook of Reze's elbow, her hand rubbing carefully over Reze's arm. Ayanami was made of cold flesh, and cold she'd remain until it caved in on itself, but there was warmth to be found in the action, of the deliberate touch of her hand.

❝ We. . . we can go to a café. ❞ She murmured on the now delicate breeze, the suggestion born of the memory of the whiff of coffee that would sometimes linger on Reze's clothes.

Ayanami gazed ahead with her to the jagged lines of the city, her hand lingering on her arm.

❝ There's one on the way to my apartment. ❞

#verse ; rei ii.#razrbomb #((turns up late with a matcha. hey.))