#rem savarem

[isawjamfirst]

an AU where everyone is alive and well and the plant twins are up to typical sibling shenanigans

[ebthanyyart]

♥️ The ticket to the future is always open ♥️

[sheebadukiiiii]

hey guys. nothing new. just. just trimax. on the brain. again. and again. and agai

sorry if the text is unreadable vdshbjsn its just notes abt their lives post canon AND r subject to change bc i read a fic recently for post canon and it wasm.. .. yeah ti was ogod im going to make fanart for it i think idk

[aluvian]

Trigun Maximum Volume 7 silly face compilation for @trigunbookclub

[hetamata]

dead girls!!!

[jessocalypseprime]

Ever since I read THIS POST by @doingherbestbutnot I haven’t been able to get this out of my head LOL ENJOY!

[motherofsephy]

Day 6: Found Family, Queerplatonic Relationships

Hundreds Egg Beaters and Vash reminisce.

[wiidoodles]

birfday boyz.......

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: Three panels from Trigun Maximum. The first shows rolling hills dotted with bushes and thin conifers, the clouds in the sky not obscuring the bright light of the sun and a gradient in the sky suggestive of brilliant colours. From off-panel, Rem says, "When I get out of this heavy rain... I think I'll go see the sunrise on the ocean." In the second panel, Rem is wearing a turtleneck and a bucket hat, all colours pale as if she's lit up, and she's smiling softly as she says, "And then, I can decide what to do from there." The third panel is a wide, silent image of Rem waking up in the middle of a messy flat. Her hair is erratic, there's dirty clothes strewn on the bed, junk all over the floor, and at least two alcohol bottles visible next to knocked-over glasses. Her blinds are drawn, but there's light along the seams, suggesting that the sun is up outside. End ID.]

Hands up who else has been so depressed that they can smell that third panel? Guarantee there's sticky puddles around both of those fallen glasses where they've spilled and she's simply not had the spoons to pick them up. She hasn't showered in over a week at least and has been in that tank top the whole time. And yet, her subconscious has come together enough to tell her: there is a next. There is an after--not an afterlife, an after within her life, and it can be whatever she wants. She can drop anything and everything and start new. Now, most of us reaching that revelation start with something like a haircut or quitting a shitty job, not leaving behind literally your entire world to join a space wagon train, but hell yeah, girl! Get out of that heavy rain. There is a next. Your ticket to the future is always blank <3

[lateraniansweets]

the savarems bake a cake

i said i won't be posting fics for two weeks but whatever this technically doesn't count since this is a crosspost so fuck it im publishing this six minutes before a math activity because im stressed weeee. anyways this can be read on ao3 too wee.

“Nai! Nai!” Vash waves from behind the kitchen island, the edges of his questionable bowl cut following his abrupt movements, “Press record already!”

“I already am!”

“No, you’re not!” he points, to the camera, “The red light isn’t on!”

“It’s not?” 

The camera is flipped over, revealing Nai. His brows furrowed in confusion, which immediately turned aggravation once he realised that it’s been recording the entire time.

“Vash!” 

His twin giggles and Nai lets out a strangled sound. The camera shakes and tilts as Nai rushes to his brother Cain instincts activated. 

The camera is dropped onto the metal floor, the only thing that can be seen is the ship’s ceiling. 

Sounds of childish roughhousing could be heard off-camera.

“YOU’RE UGLY!”

“YOU’RE UGLIER!!”

Several crashes and shouts follow. 

SHIRK!

Something—one of Nai’s knives, embeds itself on the metal floor mere centimetres from the camera.

Flour rains down in puffs, covering the camera in white specks.

HISS

The door to the kitchen opens.

“Boys!”

The twins go silent.

Rem Saverem enters the room and sets the baking materials she was carrying down on the counter before picking up the camera. She brushes the flour off the lens, smiling and holding out a quick peace sign for the camera. 

The video cuts to all three standing behind the kitchen island.

Rem is between two flour-covered twins. 

Vash looks as lively as ever looking excitedly at all the ingredients, utensils and kitchenware set on the island. Nai on the other hand is glaring at a now-sliced-open bag of flour that has a set of googly eyes stuck to it. 

“So, it’s the twins’ second birthday!” Rem says to the camera, a proud smile on her face, “And this year we’re going to make their birthday cake together!”

“YEAH!”

Rem chuckles, rubbing the top of Vash’s head. 

“Anyways, it’s a bit of a mess here right now,” Nai looks away, eyeing the knife Rem had to pull out of the floor earlier. “The boys got a little excited while I was gone.” At that, Vash sticks his tongue out at Nai. 

Nai makes a move to lunge at his brother.

Rem tries to stop him but like how Rem couldn’t stop the Big Fall in canon she wasn’t able to and she lands on Vash.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!”, Nai.

“LANGUAGE!”, Rem.

A quick succession of crashes and the video cuts off.

Like before, the camera cuts back onto the trio standing behind the kitchen aisle.

The stuff on top of the aisle looks far less organised than it was before. 

There are eggshells on Rem’s black hair.

The Plant twins are, again, on either side of Rem. This time though, they’re facing away from each other, hair and clothes all messed up. Both have guilty looks on their faces—though, it was more obvious on Vash. 

Nai’s is more internalised just like his fear of humans disguised as hatred. 

Don’t worry he went through Tesla therapy and was kept away from the bible so he’s a happy Plant kid in this. 

“Alright,” Rem starts, tying her hair into a ponytail. “Like I said before, we’re making the twins’ birthday cake!”

She smiles at the camera, placing two bowls on either twin’s side. One for the dry ingredients and the other for the wet ingredients. 

It goes well for a bit, Nai sifting and mixing the dry ingredients and Vash mixing the softened butter and sugar with her alternating in assisting the two. 

It goes well until it doesn’t. 

Nai gets the powdery mix of dry ingredients into his nose and sneezes, blowing a cloud of white powder all over. The cloud of powder blocks Vash’s vision and accidentally sets the stand mixer setting to maximum speed. 

It sends clumps of the butter-sugar mixture all over the kitchen.

One in particular lands on the lens and slides down, leaving an oily tint that leaves the video blurry. 

The camera cuts to the blurry silhouette of the trio.

“And now we’re done!” comes Rem’s voice, “We just need to decorate the cake!”

There’s a pause.

“What were we supposed to decorate it again?”

“OOOH OOOH We’re gonna decorate it as same as last year’s!”, Vash.

“No, we aren’t!” Nai, argues back, “We’re doing cowboys this year! We agreed to that!”

“No, I said we could do that next year!”

Nai scoffs “Liar!”

“Am not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Am not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Am not!” Vash slams his hand down…

…right on the freshly baked sheet cake. 

“Vash!” Rem and Nai cry out in unison as Vash lets out an ear-piercing shriek. 

The camera falls from its perch on the tripod to the ground. It goes unnoticed in between the crying of the younger twin and the panicked mother and older twin rushing about to ease his pain, 

The camera beeps, indicating its battery is drained and will shut down soon. 

The video is cut abruptly as the camera’s battery dies. 

The camera is turned on once more. 

The oily tint is wiped away with a rag by Rem. She smiles tiredly at the camera, before switching it over to the twins. 

Both boys are wearing mini cowboy hats on their heads. 

Like the year before they’re sat at a circular table with food for both brothers and Rem. Though, Nai insisted no food would be prepared for him since he doesn’t eat Rem still made sure a portion was there for him.

The cake is sat at the centre, half of it is designed like the deserts in those cowboy shows Nai loves so much and the other half is designed like last year’s, white with red fondant roses. Two candles are stuck in the middle of the hand-shaped depression courtesy of Vash with a clumsily drawn ‘Happy Birthday’ in cursive courtesy of Nai. 

The twins blow out the candles together. 

“Can we eat now?” Vash asks immediately almost after.

Rem laughs and a small smile could be seen from Nai. “Of course!” she sets the camera down, turning it off. She helps cut a slice of cake for Vash and another on the cowboy side of the cake for Nai. 

Seeing the joy in their eyes makes all the chaos and clean-up from baking earlier worth it.

She watches her boys, talk and eat, telling each other their inside jokes with loving eyes. 

Her two boys, her two blessings are two now. 

They grow up so fast.

[dead-milf-tourney]

who has the most submissions so far?

currently the character with the most submissions is sayuri izumida from a3! at 6 submissions.

tied for second place are: ai hoshino (oshi no ko), rem savarem (trigun), trisha elric (fullmetal alchemist) with 3 submissions each.

[doodleferp]

Uh…nah. No, he shouldn’t have. The only obvious thing about that statement is how incredibly tone deaf it is when you take the intricacies of the TriStamp narrative into account. Because it ain’t black and white like that.

The big difference between the twins is that Vash wants to resolve and move on from his trauma, and Knives wants to stew in his trauma and lash out at everything. Vash joining Knives would mean you would have to assassinate Vash’s entire personality and character up to that point — which I might add, is exactly what Knives was trying to do. That was the whole reason he lured Vash there. To ask him to join his agenda and then brainwash him into joining the agenda when he inevitably refused.

Vash is obviously upset about Tesla and he has every right to be. But Vash and Knives weren’t butchered like Tesla because a human stepped up and said “no, we can’t butcher Plants like this, it’s wrong.” Without Rem Savarem, a fucking human, sticking up for them, Vash and Knives would’ve been butchered like Tesla.

Also, friendly reminder that none of the shit on No Man’s Land would be happening if it weren’t for Knives’s quest to kill humanity. The entire purpose of Project SEEDS was to find a new Earth for humanity to live on. If Knives hadn’t forced the ships to crash on the desert planet, they would’ve just been cruising along in deep space searching for a more habitable planet with minimal Plant usage. Hell, they may have even FOUND a new Earth and not needed to rely on Plants at ALL anymore. But because Knives caused all the shops to crash, humanity was forced to work the Plants even harder because No Man’s Land has nothing that humans need to survive. If Knives hadn’t been so quick to vilify humanity after finding out about Tesla, there’s a damn good chance that Plant abuse would’ve ended with the discovery of a habitable planet.

Just like there are bad people, there are good people. But Knives doesn’t want to think that there are good people, because it would mean acknowledging that he’s just as bad as the bad people by killing all the people. Saying that Vash should’ve just spit on everything Rem did for him and taught him in the year he knew her by joining Knives in genociding humanity, just because of what happened to Tesla? That’s taking everything at surface value. No, Vash should NOT have aided and abetted a genocide because of a colossal mistake that humans made over a century ago. Holy fucking shit. This jumbles my damn beans.

Vash stampede SPOILERS

Vash should’ve sided with Nai after revisiting that memory of the first independent being torn apart and kept alive for over 150 years

This a kinda obvious statement I just needed to get it off my chest…

[ebthanyyart]

Hazy Memory <3 TriMax Panel Re-Draw

[tetsuo-kensho]

I'm doing the unthinkable: Posting a picture of me! Kind of lol but it's me with one of my favorite manga series :D

[ebthanyyart]

I couldn’t find a hi res pic of Vash’s family photo anywhere, so I drew it