#thankycu

[thiirdboy]

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

❝ OH, KAWORU-KUN... I was just getting ready to head back. Are you also coming this way? ❞

@thankycu | s.c.

[saviorchained-blog]

     “  DO   YOU   HATE   IT   ?   being   someone’s   guinea   pig   ?      ---  i   used   to   not   care   .   i   thought   it   was   okay   as   long   as   i   could   help   guren   &   protect   my   family   .   but   now   i   realize   i   don’t   even   know   who   did   this   to   me   &   it’s   frustrating   .   .   .  ”           //   @thankycu   ;   dialogue starter call !

[thiirdboy]

🙌 !!

Meet others from Shinji’s canon | Accepting

❝ ...AH, YOU KNOW SHINJI-KUN? ❞ His lips curl into a warm smile, and he pauses to take a sip from his coffee. ❝ Allow me to introduce myself — my name is Takumi Fujisaki. Shinji-kun was in my first grade class. He had to live with me for a while after his mother passed away...I’m sure he’s mentioned it. ❞

It’s clear in the lilt of his voice that he’s quite accustomed to speaking with young children. It’s easy to picture him all bubbly and cheerful for a class full of little ones. Now, he speaks as a pensive adult that cared for the boy in question, that hasn’t seen him for a few months now.

❝ You know, he was a good kid, ❞ he continues fondly, setting down his paper cup. ❝ He was sort of quiet, and I hate to say it, but it made him an easy target for the other kids. I did what I could to keep that from happening, but you know...I don’t see everything that goes on between the kids.

❝ I really hope I was able to do good by him. I owe it not only to him, but his mother. I did what I could, but things were tight sometimes, since it was just me and him...I really hope it was enough for him to have some happy memories when he moved. ❞

Something in his expression has turned wistful as he spoke. He seems to notice now, and his expression perks up again. ❝ Ah, I didn’t mean to talk your ear off! Send Shinji-kun and Katsuragi-san my regards if you see them, could you please? ❞

[dvilsboy]

so killing things mends a broken heart? (( F A T E !! A U !!!!!!!!!

“maybe it does... not that i’d know.” it’s the truth. is that unexpected? maybe he’d also care if his heart felt anything like ‘broken’. insteadー this miso soup is surprisingly good... he's not having much trouble thinking that ( only that, preferably ). but a silent dinner is a boring one, and it’s not like he doesn’t have manners.

“sounds like a dumb excuse for violence, don’t you think? whoever came up with that is just running out of ideas.” he’s smiling a little, and there’s nothing cocky about it for onceー because really, the food is great.

[heartflipped]

“ thank you. my life was meaningful because of you. “

* NEON GENESIS EVANGELION STARTERS - accepting !

Unable to stop their natural flow, warm and spilling down his cheeks, Shinji wept as the words hit his ears, the voice that spoke them as soft as ever. It was always meant to be this way, his heart fragile… ‘like glass’…

Someone had to be gentle with it. Someone had to be kind to it. Someone had to be KIND TO HIM. Be nice to me, be kind to me, be gentle with me–

“Why– Why are you thanking ME?” More tears, bubbling over and warbling his words. Throat closing, Shinji struggled to keep his eyes on the other, brows met in his sad expression. “YOU’RE the one who’s been so nice to me, why? Why are you so nice to me?” It didn’t make sense. 

Sure, people were friendly, but as a default no one cared enough to truly be this kind, to be his FRIEND. Misato was caring, but distant at times. Asuka was too cold to be gentle with his heart, and Rei never opened her own to let him in. 

“I feel like you’re going to leave me. Please don’t go.”

[widrlich-blog]

💭 + ' mother '

Asuka Langley Soryu is an ever-burning furnace of a girl - powered with flickering flames of determination, dilligence, and confidence. Her feelings of hatred act as fuel for her glistening fires - she wants people to look at them with awe, to look at her with awe, to realise just how amazing she really is, how worthy she is.

But as soon as she thinks of her mother, those flames vanish, replaced by nothing more than grey, hollow ash. No matter how hard she tries, she just can’t feel hatred for her mother, even though she wants to - all she can sense is a feeling of fear, weighing her to the ground. Her throat goes dry - blue eyes trembling slightly, wide and bewildered as she searches for the words to say. But she can’t - all of a sudden, her mind’s filled with memories. Memories she doesn’t want to recall. Memories that she pushes so far back, they haunt her every night in her sleep because she wants people to look at her and see just how strong she is, and just how she doesn’t need anybody else to support her.

But no matter how far she pushes them back, they’re still gnawing at her. Bit by bit, making her chest heavier, and dispersing her thoughts into unintelligable panic.

“ YOU SICK FREAK! “ She raises her voice, yelling out at the top of her lungs - but it’s not fierce, it’s not a mighty roar of defiance like the usual Asuka. It’s the howl of a wounded animal - not a prodigy who’s finished college at the age of 14, but a little girl, desperate to try and be safe and be validated, to be held by somebody, anybody. “ Y…YOU JUST WANT TO SEE ME SUFFER, DON’T YOU?! THAT’S RIGHT, ISN’T IT?! ” Clenching her fists, she’s finding it hard to stay upon the ground by now - she can’t breathe, and she feels as if it was her, not the doll on that fateful day with the rope tightening around her neck.

“ I’M NOT SCARED, YOU KNOW!” Asuka cries, her face crumbling into something akin to anguish. “I’M NOT SCARED ANYMORE! I….I DON’T CARE! SO TRY ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU’LL NEVER BRING ME DOWN ! “

But she’s lying, isn’t she?

[majormkatsuragi-blog]

starter for @thankycu

Misato was starting to feel responsible for all the children who piloted the Evas. A maternal responsability, that she time and time and time again failed at. If only she could count the number of times she’d failed Shinji, or Asuka, or Rei -- and yet, Misato was probably the only adult in Nerv that cared if these kids lived or died. None of them were replaceable to her. 

Though maybe she needed to find a better way to articulate that -- especially to Shinji -- it might be too late for Asuka. 

Misato was standing here literally with her replacement ( as a pilot! ) when she was still tense over what had happened to the young girl. How much more could she take from these kids, how much more of their pain would be because of her. She took a sip of coffee that had grown cold long ago and put on her most cheerful face, “Today is just a sync test,” she assured him, “so it’s going to be really important to clear your mind of distractions when you go in. The higher your sync rate, the better you’re going to be able to pilot EVA 2,” she explained. 

“How are you feeling going into this?” she asked, voice softening, checking in. Too many kids had been hurt. She wasn’t sure what she could do if he was nervous or scared, but ... the fifth children wasn’t going to end up like the first pilot of EVA 2 if Misato had anything to say about it. 

[thiirdboy]

embraces him tightly. " i love you, shinji-kun, " he says. voice slightly choked.

Unprompted || @thankycu​

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

THE GENTLE EMBRACE draws a soft gasp from his lips. Everything registers: the touch of his hands, the quaking of his voice, as if something horrible happened — and Shinji can’t help but feel that, indeed, something has. His lips hang slightly open, stunned, and when Kaworu speaks, the words repeat in Shinji’s head over and over.

He can’t help the wave of emotion that overcomes him. Shinji hesitates a moment — but he wraps his arms around Kaworu, burying his face in the crook of his neck. His voice breaks, too.

❝ Kaworu-kun... ❞