A Hot Blooded Soul Smoldering Beneath Clasped Hands (Evangelion)
- Thread starter konamikode
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Fabula Amanti
I want a Grimoire, but I got books.
- Location
- Singapore
Truly, he is the Ikari the world needs but doesn't deserve.
RexLapisCultist
She who thirsts for Morax
- Location
- Yilong Wharf
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This is getting out of hand!
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Gendo must do his best to raise Shinji and Rei without the help of Yui
But he does a good enough job being scary/embarrassing dad anyway :3
Fabula Amanti
I want a Grimoire, but I got books.
- Location
- Singapore
Honestly, can't wait for the day Shinji reaches Gendo's level of manliness and the EVA-mom cries tears of pride.
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Tentatively have an idea of this scene. There will be feelz.
- Location
- Surrey
Gendo must do his best to raise Shinji and Rei without the help of Yui
But he does a good enough job being scary/embarrassing dad anyway :3
Honestly she'd probably just be there for moral support. She knows Gendo needs it, anyway.
Rei is playing Asuka like a fiddle.
*tears of laughter*
They are gonna mercilessly detonate the tsun bomb. Repeatedly.
Then, when she is cooling down, Shinji's Protogonist Genes will make him do something that will turn her into dere-putty.
Asuka has no chance.
*tears of laughter*
They are gonna mercilessly detonate the tsun bomb. Repeatedly.
Then, when she is cooling down, Shinji's Protogonist Genes will make him do something that will turn her into dere-putty.
Asuka has no chance.
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konamikode
Cooking Harder
"It's going to explode! Get outta there!"
"I-I can't!"
"Asuka!"
"Wuh? How? You've missed every hook this game, how did you pull off that god tier awesome!?"
"You said to keep the DPS alive and you're the DPS! I just... wanted to protect you so I did."
Shiki.exe has stopped working
Before My Body is Dry
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Memoir 2: Before My Body is Dry
-
I was not a good son. I was a rambunctious, conflict driven, and foolish boy who never bothered to try and understand the world around me. I must have caused her no end of heartache whenever I would return home with bloodied knuckles and bruises on my face. But she never complained, never attempted to punish me for my hot-headed behavior.
She was never one to indulge in hypocrisy. Matoi Ryuko was apparently quite the hellion as a young woman if the stories my soft spoken aunt told me are true.
The lemon doesn't fall far from the tree it seems.
I hate lemons. But I consume them regularly anyway. Beyond the obvious health benefits as I grow older, the bitter sweetness reminds of better times when I was yet a boy and ignorant of the evils of the world.
I suppose it is only fitting that my son and niece love them so.
They cherish her memory very much, as I do. It is tradition that we partake in slices of the sour fruit every morning with our meals to cleanse our palettes and remind ourselves of the departed family so dear to us.
…
I remember the day I began to see her in a different light so very clearly.
The first time I ever saw the woman who was Matoi Ryuko the freedom fighter instead of Rokubungi Ryuko, the blue collar single mother of two.
God rest your soul, my spirited brother. Sleep well knowing that the torch of your art is carried on through your son and grandchild.
Where was I? Yes, it was as I was returning home. Seventeen years of age with all of the rage and experience of a man of the world.
How foolish I was.
I was still able to bleed then. To be hurt by mortal means.
I had it all figured out. I was going to return home, tell my mother that I was dropping out of school and enlisting in the SDF to do what I did best. Fight.
I had it all figured out. I would tell her in no uncertain terms that the life of a small town young man going to college to invest in a better future was not the life I wanted. No, I would go out into the world and forge a place for me through blood, bullets, and fire.
How little I knew. The first thought that entered my mind after witnessing the firestorm that engulfed the home my brother and I grew up in was to ensure the safety of my hard working mother.
Despite how much I forced myself into believing that I hated her, she was the rock in my life.
Can any child who was raised by a loving parental figure not do as I did?
Of course I ran into the flames.
I needn't have done so.
There stood Rokubungi Ryuko as I had always seen her, but never acknowledged in my blindness. Strong, unyielding, and full of fire. The ancestral family blade clutched in her fist as she locked swords with a one-eyed woman dressed in pink frills and blood.
But my unwarranted presence cost her. The purple blade of the one-eyed assassin found weakness in my mother's momentary lapse of concentration and found itself buried within her guard and slid mere centimeters into her ribs.
This would the first time the blood of a human being would soak my hands.
My heart beat once, a scream of inarticulate rage ripping its way through my throat and burning fist. By the second time it beat the displaced air was already blasting away the corpse of my mother's would be murderer.
A third beat later I was already halfway to the local clinic with my protesting mother held within my arms.
After much ineffectual fussing from both me and my brother who had contemptuously slapped his master aside when he heard the news of the attack, mother admonished us with a familiar scolding before disappearing to parts unknown for a time.
I went to college as she wished and met Yui. My brother had a child in that time, an event for which Mother was present for.
She would appear once more when Shinji was born before disappearing yet again.
The day Yui died and the month after when Rei was born, Mother reappeared. This time she would stay.
It was a good time. Matoi Ryuko had retired from her former shadow work and had once again taken up the Rokubungi name for the sake of my children.
This happiness would not last, however.
Her wounds and experiences had taken a toll on her. Her mind was being lost piece by shining piece. Day by painful day.
In a moment of lucidity she grasped me by the collar and demanded to die a meaningful death.
…
I could not deny her wish.
How could I?
The strength of her heart eclipses mine even now. I can feel her desire to protect beat in time with my own.
Louder. Stronger.
My greatest sin is that I have never been strong enough to protect that which is precious to me.
I am sorry Mother.
That I must continue to rely on you so even now.
Memoirs of Gendo Ikari (April 27th, 2015)
-
"Hello Mother." I say, greeting the biomechanical monstrosity that houses the soul of the woman who raised me. Birthed me.
Loved me-
Don't be an idiot like your father Do-chan.
I wanted this.
Mother? Are you there?
Before me Unit 00 rumbles for but a moment in discontent.
Ma-chan? Do-chan? Where have you gone?
The bitterness of the lemon being crushed between my teeth grows as her lucidity fades away.
Shin-chan? Where… where is my grandson?
"Please be at ease Mother. He will be here soon, as will be Rei."
Rei… Rei! Where are you? We were going to make breakfast… to-together…
"... can you hear me Mother?"
-
Of CourSE I caN, mY, son.
I am here.
AlLwA-
Always.
-
I was not a good son. I was a rambunctious, conflict driven, and foolish boy who never bothered to try and understand the world around me. I must have caused her no end of heartache whenever I would return home with bloodied knuckles and bruises on my face. But she never complained, never attempted to punish me for my hot-headed behavior.
She was never one to indulge in hypocrisy. Matoi Ryuko was apparently quite the hellion as a young woman if the stories my soft spoken aunt told me are true.
The lemon doesn't fall far from the tree it seems.
I hate lemons. But I consume them regularly anyway. Beyond the obvious health benefits as I grow older, the bitter sweetness reminds of better times when I was yet a boy and ignorant of the evils of the world.
I suppose it is only fitting that my son and niece love them so.
They cherish her memory very much, as I do. It is tradition that we partake in slices of the sour fruit every morning with our meals to cleanse our palettes and remind ourselves of the departed family so dear to us.
…
I remember the day I began to see her in a different light so very clearly.
The first time I ever saw the woman who was Matoi Ryuko the freedom fighter instead of Rokubungi Ryuko, the blue collar single mother of two.
God rest your soul, my spirited brother. Sleep well knowing that the torch of your art is carried on through your son and grandchild.
Where was I? Yes, it was as I was returning home. Seventeen years of age with all of the rage and experience of a man of the world.
How foolish I was.
I was still able to bleed then. To be hurt by mortal means.
I had it all figured out. I was going to return home, tell my mother that I was dropping out of school and enlisting in the SDF to do what I did best. Fight.
I had it all figured out. I would tell her in no uncertain terms that the life of a small town young man going to college to invest in a better future was not the life I wanted. No, I would go out into the world and forge a place for me through blood, bullets, and fire.
How little I knew. The first thought that entered my mind after witnessing the firestorm that engulfed the home my brother and I grew up in was to ensure the safety of my hard working mother.
Despite how much I forced myself into believing that I hated her, she was the rock in my life.
Can any child who was raised by a loving parental figure not do as I did?
Of course I ran into the flames.
I needn't have done so.
There stood Rokubungi Ryuko as I had always seen her, but never acknowledged in my blindness. Strong, unyielding, and full of fire. The ancestral family blade clutched in her fist as she locked swords with a one-eyed woman dressed in pink frills and blood.
But my unwarranted presence cost her. The purple blade of the one-eyed assassin found weakness in my mother's momentary lapse of concentration and found itself buried within her guard and slid mere centimeters into her ribs.
This would the first time the blood of a human being would soak my hands.
My heart beat once, a scream of inarticulate rage ripping its way through my throat and burning fist. By the second time it beat the displaced air was already blasting away the corpse of my mother's would be murderer.
A third beat later I was already halfway to the local clinic with my protesting mother held within my arms.
After much ineffectual fussing from both me and my brother who had contemptuously slapped his master aside when he heard the news of the attack, mother admonished us with a familiar scolding before disappearing to parts unknown for a time.
I went to college as she wished and met Yui. My brother had a child in that time, an event for which Mother was present for.
She would appear once more when Shinji was born before disappearing yet again.
The day Yui died and the month after when Rei was born, Mother reappeared. This time she would stay.
It was a good time. Matoi Ryuko had retired from her former shadow work and had once again taken up the Rokubungi name for the sake of my children.
This happiness would not last, however.
Her wounds and experiences had taken a toll on her. Her mind was being lost piece by shining piece. Day by painful day.
In a moment of lucidity she grasped me by the collar and demanded to die a meaningful death.
…
I could not deny her wish.
How could I?
The strength of her heart eclipses mine even now. I can feel her desire to protect beat in time with my own.
Louder. Stronger.
My greatest sin is that I have never been strong enough to protect that which is precious to me.
I am sorry Mother.
That I must continue to rely on you so even now.
Memoirs of Gendo Ikari (April 27th, 2015)
-
"Hello Mother." I say, greeting the biomechanical monstrosity that houses the soul of the woman who raised me. Birthed me.
Loved me-
Don't be an idiot like your father Do-chan.
I wanted this.
Mother? Are you there?
Before me Unit 00 rumbles for but a moment in discontent.
Ma-chan? Do-chan? Where have you gone?
The bitterness of the lemon being crushed between my teeth grows as her lucidity fades away.
Shin-chan? Where… where is my grandson?
"Please be at ease Mother. He will be here soon, as will be Rei."
Rei… Rei! Where are you? We were going to make breakfast… to-together…
"... can you hear me Mother?"
-
Of CourSE I caN, mY, son.
I am here.
AlLwA-
Always.
- Location
- pennsylvania
HOLY SHIT THE FEEELS!
