#small!rem

[axgmented]

a small chocobo toy plushie , meant to hang on a person's keychain , was placed atop the child's head. it rolled to the side and nearly fell awkwardly , thus it was picked up and placed in front of her face instead. it wasn't anything of great worth , and sephiroth did not follow the gesture with any words.

@saishuu-heiki

the small experiment has been staring at a computer screen for nearly seven hours now; images flickered across the screen of all types: numbers, animals, codes, places, and people. a memory endurance test, they called it. Her lips parted, chewing on the soft wood of the pencil as those brows furrowed in concentration. Her eyes hurt, drying out in the cold room because she was too afraid to blink. If she blinked, she could miss something. The paper beside her was filled with random equations, shorthand scratches of a potential pattern the images were showing up in; her back hurt from the hunched position. Without realisation, she had curled closer to the screen and those red eyes scanned haphazardly over the electronic images flickering and passing by within seconds.

She doesn't hear the door open, too immersed in trying to finish her assignment. She was getting hungry, throat burning almost as intensely as her eyes from thirst. She feels something sit on the crown of her head and Rem jumps with a startled noise in her little throat. The pencil left her mouth, quickly turning in her small grasp with the point towards the intruder in her room. She had every intention of driving it home, of puncturing his thigh with the writing impliment but the sound of his boots, the leather of his gloves cuased her to pause.

Lashes flutter, finally does she blink and it hurts. Her face screws up in pain, quickly closing and opening her eyes as tears shimmer; she wasn't crying. Her eyes were quickly trying to moisten themselves. She immediately puts the pencil down, a faint flush on the tip of her ears and she hopes he isn't upset with her almost-attack. It was just instinct, he must've understood. bleary gaze turns to stare at the gift, confusion colouring her pale face. What was this? Her hands hesitate, looking around the room and staring hard at the two-way glass she knows they were observing her from. Was this a test? Was she supposed to deny it? It was a distraction, but… he was the general. The one they all looked up to.

Rem can't help the little smile that pulls at her mouth and ever so carefully does she try to hide her excitement. Sure, it was small but she's never had anyone give her anything that didn't line up with her daily life of training, of experimentation, of medicine and injections; her fingertips trace over the soft material in awe. She only knows scratchy blankets and starched gowns. Eager to focus on something other than the screen before her, which was still flashing images of war, of the planet, of soldiers, of animals-- Rem lifts her gaze from the dangling plush to the face of the general and then back to the gift he was holding out for her.

Carefully, she takes the keychain from his grasp, where little fingers with blisters forming gently brush against his gloved hand. The toy is slightly large in her grasp but it fits comfortably; her thumb strokes over the soft tummy of the toy and her face brightens. It was yellow, like the flowers that sometimes sit in the vase of the mean scientist; yellow like the sun she hardly ever got to witness-- just brief glances as it set below the windows and painted the hallways in its golden glitter. Her chest feels tight and there's a strange emotion that swirls inside of her. She knows she won't be able to keep this-- they'll find it during a bed check, rip it from her and punish her for having the distraction in her possession.

Maybe he can scare them into letting her keep it.

He turns to leave, or maybe to just get comfortable in her room and immediately, she jumps from the chair and ignores the way her lower body screams in agony. no doubt her legs are asleep, her spine giving a soft series of cracks and her hip echoing a loud pop as she turns from the chair and flings herself at his legs. She's trembling, her little hand tightening around the toy and her face presses into his thigh while her other hand grips his belt. She's hugging him, despite the tremors and trembling beneath the sweater and leggings they dressed her in. She hurts, but the toy is enough to keep her going.

"thank you."

[darkfluffydragon]

Woo! Phantasmagoria! Shadow Milk Cookie :D (also known as Phantas when it comes to AUs)

It may be messy, but I've spent too long trying to come up with a design for jester man over here. Let's just embrace the chaos SMC style. This is also the guy who designed Pure Vanilla and Wind Archer's outfits by the way. He does not like his hair.

[mother-paniic]

Rem Lino print :3

[checkadii]

The first two drawings are the nicest. They stay up here (but also because Jesus this takes Space)

Aggressively points at the entire Shallow Bed album

GODDD IM HAVING SUCH. BRAINWORMS WITH LIKE 5 SONGS INCLUDINF HISTORY BOOK IN REGARDS TO TRIGUN ITS INSANE

BIBLE BELT? WOLFWOOD. UUAHHHGGHGGH

[squeakadeeks]

HMMMM.....ideas for more OC stickers 🤨🤨🤨🤨

[liquidstar]

i think when ppl talk about sloth:if they generally consider it a happy route (ignoring how it ends) but i feel like theres a piece of that puzzle missing. while subaru and rem are happy in their lives together, theyre still ultimtatly both settling. rem is not subaru's first choice, she knows that, he knows that, but he settles for a girl he thinks he could love and abandons the one he does, because it was all too much. and by doing this, subaru is also not the person rem fell in love with anymore. in the canon route, she says it explicitly, if she ran away with him she'd be abandoning the subaru that she loves. ultimately, he's a shell of himself that she settles for because its the only version she can get... but he wasnt her first choice either. sloth:if is literally the settling down in a second-choice marriage route. because that was the easier (more slothful) option

[engijju]

[poppyu-u]

♱ L 🍎

[hayakawalove]

I do think gojo and suguru would be the worst roommates

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Honestly my biggest flex is that Raven of Crimson Dawn and Riley of PastorCraigEnjoyer would get along incredibly well

[cheshirepins]

The musical soundtrack has made me cry MANY times hi guys

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[thatstonedwriter]

I swear to God I'll shut up and write, but lemme post one last edit-

Love and Peace ❤

[suffarustuffaru]

love wins (emijulisuba) and love loses (remottosuba)

[seoafin]

[pidgydraws]

i'm finally sitting down to watch, Trigun Stamped, and it is a truely breathtaking rendition of what has been a life-long favourite piece of media. i'm only on episode five but i've spent nearly every frame on the edge of tears.

it's a hard watch - like, Violet Evergarden, was for me - but it's already been worth it. before even getting into the plot, the presentation alone is so gorgeous that i get overwhelmed by emotions. just seeing the sad, beautiful boy that i grew up enamoured with, presented in this new way that captures - even more pointedly - the anguish of his smiles~ it absolutely ruins me... i had forgotten how i first fell so desperately in love with the archetype of the "good boy who clings desperately to goodness nomatter the cost to them" and~ ah, there he is. that's right.

it's wild to rediscover the source of such a truely foundational part of yourself. i'm in tears. i'm in tears! hello... there... thank you for being a part of me, good boy who suffers so much...

they've really cut straight to the beating heart of the story and it's both beautiful and crushing. i am truely devistated by it. i can tell it will be worth all the tears~ but it's difficult nevertheless. ahhh~ (= w =) agony, agony, agony, love, and bitterness... *whistful heavy sighing* i am indebted to a blond boy in glasses who never existed, but who exists so much. thank you <3