Kawoshin Stories

modern day au kawoshin neon genesis evangelion

NOT GAY!!

This story takes place in the school au shown near the end of evangelion ! There are no angels or Nerve, any other details will be thoroughly explained throughout the fanfic. ILL BE UPLOADING REGULARLY SO PLEASE DONT AVOID THIS BECAUSE OF ITS CURRENT LENGTH.

The couple that never ever get together...gdi...

your run-of-the-mill morning in the Nagisa-Ikari household. lame fluffy shit because i love to die neon genesis evangelion does not belong to me; all rights belong to Anno

Kawoshin poems that I wrote because I was bored.

[TW: DEATH] After a long battle with Nora, Lizzy finds themselves defeated. The only one there to see them off is their one true love, Oed.

(this is my first time writing fan fiction so please bare with me!) DISCONTINUED Misato sends Shinji to a summer camp that may help him mend his mentality a bit. there, Shinji meets Kaworu Nagisa.

When a charismatic boy transfers into Shinji's class, he doesn't know what to think. Immediately, this new kid has friends and admirers all over, while Shinji barely manages to carry a conversation. Jealousy and anger dominate Shinji's feelings, but as he gets to know Kaworu, these feelings soften and turn into something else. Takes place in the reality where there are no angels or Evangelions. CW Language, SH / scars Art is mine. No, you can't use it (sorry). Art account is @/duster_enjoyer_ on Instagram.

Una serie de one-shots y drabbles sobre parejas homosexuales de animes que me gustan. La mayoría son escenas o capítulos de fanfics que nunca voy a escribir completos, así que muchos están sin un buen contexto ni una conclusión clara. Los subo por el simple hecho de que me esforcé escribiéndolos y me da un poco de pena dejarlos en un baúl XD Disculpen cualquier falta de ortografía y redacción, toda ayuda es bienvenida.

Shinji Ikari narra su historia en su ultimo respiro antes de irse con las personas que mas ama a la otra vida es mi primer fic porfa leeanlo y espero que sea de su agrado

Advertencias: ♡ Este fanfic se sitúa en la película The end of Evangelion. ♡ Va directo a los feels.(?) ♡Es un mini-oneshot(?) porque es lo que yo imagine en aquella parte de la película. ♡Es un fic boyxboy, yaoi, BL, como le quieras llamar. Contexto: Shinji en el EVA 01 ''acepta'' al ángel, juntando el fruto de la vida que poseen los ángeles y el fruto de la sabiduría de los humanos. Todas las formas de vida están retornando al árbol de la vida.

Just a little something I wrote at school out of boredom, consists of what I think would be going through Shinji's head after the events of 3.0

A happy End of Evangelion. WARNING: DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE WATCHED NEON GENESIS EVANGELION AND THE MOVIE END OF EVANGELION

Shinji begins another year of school with the usual routine of his life, when he picks up a hobby this year that captures a new point of view. [Picture in Me -Mook]

why is Shinji sfrechyed out

─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─── へ ♡ ╱|、 ૮ - ՛ ) (' - 7 / ⁻ ៸| |、⁻〵 乀 (ˍ, ل ل じしˍ,)ノ studio ghibli mixed with NGE (only added those scoots puffyballs from my neighbor Totoro) ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ When Shinji and Kaworu find themselves in a quiet, rain-soaked town, they don't expect their new life to be quite so... unpredictable. Freshly moved into an old, cozy house surrounded by lush forests and the soothing sounds of nature, they quickly discover that their peaceful escape is anything but ordinary. With the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows and an old, mysterious mailbox shaped like a cat, the town seems straight out of a dream. (Probably Karl Shaun mixed with rebuild and Kaworu and shinji idk) 🍙🍱 パフィーボールが嫌いです!!!

What... was that delicious smell...

"Aquello que dejaste atrás, se convirtió en mi vida" Esa frase era la única que Shinji sabía con certeza. Cada que cerraba sus ojos, podía ver una cabellera color miel alejándose de él, en el peor de los casos...Amanecía con sudor frío, empapado en llanto, sintiendo sucias sus manos por haber matado a lo único que le daba alegría a su patética existencia. Aun así, ese trece de septiembre tenía esperanza. Quizá eran los vientos o "invierno" resonando en pleno lo que le hacía sentir tan confiado de que ese día todo saldría bien, de que ese verano invernal cambiaría todo de por vida.