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"Wha-?! NO WAY!"

"Meduka!"

Hm! This one seemed to be quite curt! That was okay though, maybe she was busy and was doing the smart thing of not talking to a stranger. "Oh, okay then." Rem looked a little sad, but then started rummaging through her bag, pulling out a nice red apple and reaching it out to the strange girl. "Would you like an apple though?"

Old hag || eldritchplantmom​:

Oh? Now who was this? This little one wasn’t playing with the other children in the market, and seemed to just be staring at anybody that came by. To some it would just seem weird and uncanny, but to Rem it made her curious.

Walking up to the child, Rem knelt down, offering the kid a warm smile. “Hello! Can I ask you how you’re doing? If you’re lost?”

   All she does is stare directly at Rem, with no emotion on her little face. This one seemed familiar to the robot, but not in an overly good way. She remembered her father, and even her uncle, speak about a human woman like this, but while one’s accounts were full of resentment, the other’s were nothing but praise.

   Luckily for Tima, she trusted one more than the other, and thus, her feelings towards this stranger reflected that “I don’t need your help.” the words are bitter and scornful, of a little creature too distrustful of the ones who made her.

Oh? Now who was this? This little one wasn't playing with the other children in the market, and seemed to just be staring at anybody that came by. To some it would just seem weird and uncanny, but to Rem it made her curious.

Walking up to the child, Rem knelt down, offering the kid a warm smile. "Hello! Can I ask you how you're doing? If you're lost?"

   She’s just standing there, menacingly.

@cakotopia Iam an eldritch possibly robot grandma that can survive an exploding spaceship and crashing on a desert planet and my two sons are alien ferns who do not visably age like humans do

Stop fighting and get ur orange slices dearies

//also, as an aside, i think Rem (or at least this one) is probably either a vegetarian or a vegan

//hey would any of u be mad if i was kinda crack with this character

"Thank you Vash! Although it went fast, the time I spent raising you and Knives are some of the days I've been the most proud of in my life."

   “Happy mothers day to Rem!” and Rem only

@silverandlieutenant​ SENT :

“Remember to get your mother sometime nice today. Knives, or I’ll have to ground you. No genocide for a week.” <3 Dad

“  I  can  literally  kill  you.  Again.  &  again.  &  again.  ”

You Balls Will Thank You

anon said:

rem sucked

criticize the ppl my muse cares about || accepting

   “Knives, I know this is you.”

"Of course I do!" She replied a bit too fast, like the way a mother snaps at their child only because they are extremely releived to have found them after they got lost. "What would ever make you think that I didn't?" A weighted question, even for those days back on the ship, and at the thought of how she might have hurt him, she immediately eased off. "I'm... sorry..."

After another long pause, her face raises from Knives' tear blotted chest, a sudden rictous of fear on her face as she looks in the space around them. "... Knives? Where's Vash?"

𝐑𝐄𝐌 …

A tender, trembling shiver of a sigh left her as tears began to well up in her eyes and she bit her lip to keep from letting them spill. After a long moment, she took a few more steps towards him, growing in conviction with each stride until she was almost running up to Knives, and wrapping her arms around him in the strongest hug she could give. He was real. She squeezed her son close as she could to him, afraid he might float away if she let up, arms trembling.

“It’s been so long… I’m so releived you survived…”

He  gasped  -  it’s  been  so  long  since  he’s  had  a  hug.  In  fact,  she  was  literally  the  last  person  to  hug  him.  So,  it  felt  both  familiar,  &  strange.  His  body  stiffens,  &  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  react.  But  with  the  strength  in  the  embrace…  she  had  to  be  real,  she  had  to  be.  Knives  doesn’t  even  know  how  to  properly  react.

“  Do  you  love  me…  ?  ”  He  doesn’t  know  why  that  came  out.  It  just  did.

A tender, trembling shiver of a sigh left her as tears began to well up in her eyes and she bit her lip to keep from letting them spill. After a long moment, she took a few more steps towards him, growing in conviction with each stride until she was almost running up to Knives, and wrapping her arms around him in the strongest hug she could give. He was real. She squeezed her son close as she could to him, afraid he might float away if she let up, arms trembling.

"It's been so long... I'm so releived you survived..."

𝐑𝐄𝐌 …

Whither or not this was a dream, she was there. One hundred years and she looked exactly like she did last, even up to the space suit she adorned upon her departure. Well, maybe a bit shorter, but thats likely due to how much Knives himself grew up.

Her face was a mask of shock and consternation, mirroring the one that Knives had. This didn’t feel real… seeing her boy all grown up. She didn’t think she would ever be able to see her boys grow up, after she left them to the escape craft. A few cautious steps closer were taken, as if she were afraid to break some kind of veil. “Knives…. is that you? Is it truly and really you…?”

He  just  cannot  believe  it.  He  doesn’t  know  how  to  react.  Should  he  feel  annoyed,  irate,  depressed,  or  relieved  that  she’s  alive  ?  She  had  the  same  appearance.  Which  made  him  wonder  if  this  was  a  dream  after  all.  Knives  had  killed  her  back  then,  this  should  be  easy.  Yet,  facing  her  now…  ?  The  ease  had  disappeared.  He  didn’t  know  what  to  say  -  was  it  guilt  he’s  feeling  ?  For  now,  he’ll  just  play  along  -  until  he  figured  out  his  emotions.

“  …  it’s  me,  ”  he  answered.  “  It’s  been…  years  since  we’ve  last  seen  each  other,  ”  over  a  century,  that  was.

"Now don't be like that you two! You're both my very special boys."

   “You Are Not!!”

Whither or not this was a dream, she was there. One hundred years and she looked exactly like she did last, even up to the space suit she adorned upon her departure. Well, maybe a bit shorter, but thats likely due to how much Knives himself grew up.

Her face was a mask of shock and consternation, mirroring the one that Knives had. This didn't feel real... seeing her boy all grown up. She didn't think she would ever be able to see her boys grow up, after she left them to the escape craft. A few cautious steps closer were taken, as if she were afraid to break some kind of veil. "Knives.... is that you? Is it truly and really you...?"

@eldritchplantmom​ ASKED :

“… knives?”

He…  didn’t  know  what  to  say.  For  once,  he  found  himself  speechless.  She  died,  didn’t  she  ?  Or…  is  this  a  dream  ?  It  had  to  be  a  dream.  She  died  over  a  hundred  years  ago.

“  …  what  ?  ”  is  all  he  could  say,  just  to  see  what  she  had  to  say  next.

“I love my two plant sons!”

//okay i may as well try to do tags