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neddea · 1 year
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Saint SeVashTian or something idk
(Wip, don’t judge me)
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mariatvarts · 9 months
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I’ve been struggling with life so I decided to struggle with emotions by making more Trigun Stampede art 🥹👍🏻 ALSO I HAVE A SHOP NOW LIKE HUH?!!
Side note: there needs to be more Rem Saverem fanart I wannnna see them!!!
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your-punk-mom · 1 month
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Do the red geraniums matter?
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When we think about media literacy, we often think about tropes, cinematic and literary devices, references, and Easter eggs. All of these are explicit ways for creators to communicate with us, the audience.
But we know there’s a lot of *implicit* communication happening too, such as how a character is lit from scene to scene, the color palette of the set, and camera angle.
Not everything in an artwork is on purpose. But Rem’s red geraniums must be intentional, at least in Stampede. They qualify as a repeating motif, even rendered gigantic in E12.
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So what the hell do they mean?!
Well, kids, I consulted the Oracle today. By which I mean I Googled it.
Have you heard about the language of flowers? Go check it out, it’s almost as fascinating as tarot and not nearly as likely to get you kicked out of church.
Turns out there’s a ton of possibilities here. It could be as simple as Rem’s birth flower. That would make her a Scorpio, and some say Scorpios prefer dark red flowers.
It could be a reference to the book “To Kill a Mockingbird”, which uses red geraniums to signify redemption, forgiveness of cruelty, and above all hope for a better future.
In Wicca, red geraniums symbolize protection. Rem gives up her life protecting others, and Vash spends all his energy and time protecting others. So red geraniums fit perfectly with this theme.
I think we can dismiss the love-letter meaning “Your smile bewitches me!” Even I can’t rationalize that one. But there’s a lot of other weird stuff too, like how the Victorians defined all geraniums as “stupidity or folly”. In numerology, it’s supposed to be the number 7. They also apparently are good for repelling squirrels, attracting pollinator insects, and are deer resistant. Make of that what you will.
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I like the Wiccan protection meaning a lot, but the TKaM reference makes sense to me. Vash believes it is never too late for anyone to choose peace. He is all about redemption and hope.
Anybody else have thoughts to add?
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theroadtofairyland · 1 year
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Classic
Watercolor on Black Paper
2022, 22"x 30"
Red Geraniums, Pelargonium
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weepingfoxfury · 2 months
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'Throw those curtains wide ... One day like this a year would see me right ... It's looking like a beautiful day' sings Elbow ... the man on the radio says the snow remains around the trees in Dublin and then moves on to the competition question ... the traffic lady has been and gone.
I'm thinking of the fairytale character Snow White, the bluebirds on her shoulder, her voice lilting and rising ... I wonder how the scene would have played out if it were set where I am, with Rooks upon her shoulders and the sound of tractors in the distance.
From there (perhaps) the long lost postman would emerge from the undergrowth, produce a newspaper wrapped item from his bag and, once the paper was unfurled, a slightly skin wrinkled, green cooking apple would be revealed and proffered to Snow White.
She would hesitate. The long lost postman would smile through his shaggy hair and beard and tell her 'take a bite, my pretty'.
Ruby red lips would hesitantly approach the apple's skin, teeth would sink in and her face would crumple, eyes scrunched and mouth twisted. The sourness would elicit such an array of expletives that the Rooks would leave her shoulders, the tractors would come to a standstill and the approaching Prince would retreat into the undergrowth alongside the postman.
Ah yes, in my imagination, it is indeed looking like a beautiful day ...
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multiple-bullets · 10 months
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Wow my red geraniums started blooming. What a hashtag trigun reference.
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teaghoulart · 8 months
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Red geranium.
"In the language of flowers, red means courage and determination."
Subtle Trigun fanart because I simply love that series. ⚘️
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3dfeels · 1 year
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vash with rem's favorite flowers
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phantomowlet · 11 months
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Vash
I watched Trigun: Stampede and now this man lives rent-free in my head and he ain't going anywhere anytime soon it seems.
Also quick shoutout to men in fields of flowers. Gotta be one of my favorite aesthetics.
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chris-continues · 10 months
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What would their favorite flowers be?
Ok so my thoughts on this are definitely projectinggg BUT
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Nai- White lilies
-they represent purity, innocence, and rebirth. Thanks to @cowboylivio I know back when Knives was younger that this describes (younger) him perfectly, and perhaps even his rebirth as a person into what we now know of as Millions Knives today.
-They’re frequently present at funerals, weddings, and for Mother’s Day :)
-pain.
-It’s also said many Catholics believe the virgin Mary’s tomb is covered in white lilies (cough Virgin Mary is meant to be Rem in Trigun so)
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Vash- Red Geraniums
-I don’t think Vash tries to constantly think about flowers and all, but when he does he vividly remembers Rem loving red geraniums. It’s one of the things he clings to, a memory of her.
-They symbolize happiness, good health, and friendship- all sweet things Vash does his best to embody.. (Google also says they symbolize love, passion, and deep affection- all things he harbors for humanity)- they also represent protection in some cultures.
-^^Aka Vash constantly protecting humanity??
-Also, according to Google: “Red geraniums were used to decorate the graves of loved ones lost while in service to our country. This eventually progressed to putting them on the graves of any deceased loved one.”
Ahem. Yeah.
But I’m not super well versed in flowers, I’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts!
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caffeinefire · 1 year
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Everyone wish me and my new baby plant good luck!! I have so much love for this god damn show I have to pour it into caring for a living thing, arts and crafts just aren’t enough. I need a red geranium in my room that I grew from a seed myself.
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claidi · 1 year
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So this was one of the more interesting ways anime has influenced my life
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loveandpudding · 10 months
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popped outside at work today and 🥹 red geraniums ❤️😭
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huariqueje · 2 years
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Still Life of Potted Plant with Red Flowers     -    Valentino Ghiglia , ca. 1940s.
Italian 1903-1960
oil on bord ,  36 x 36 cm. 
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wrenfz · 1 year
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Vashwood Week 2023 - Day 1
Time to throw words at a page because it's apparently Vashwood week and, well, Why not? Apparently this series is all I can think about anymore.
Warnings for Trigun Maximum spoilers and major character death. Day 1: Soulmate AU/ Smoke / Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. - Richard Siken
He doesn't like the way the smoke curls inside his chest. The taste of it is familiar, but the way it turns his throat dry is unpleasant. Instead of warmth spreading through his ribs and filling the emptiness there, he just feels like he's choking to death, trying to swallow something too big to digest.
“You don't have to wait with me,” he says for what feels like the hundredth time.
Livio scoffs from his place on the other side of Wolfwood's grave.
“He'd never forgive me if I left you out here alone.”
The words make Vash inhale too sharply, pull more heat than air. “It's just a cigarette,” he wheezes, “I wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye.”
“I didn't say you were. I just said he wouldn't want you to be alone.”
The Punisher stands between them in the same place Vash had set it a year ago. It's different, now, festooned with small decorations and the evidence of visits from children who'd probably never even known the man beneath it.
He's different, too. It's hard not to be when you realize everyone who knew you before is gone. The ticket to the future is blank – the past is etched in stone. He rubs his hands together in an attempt to keep the feeling in them. Ignores the fact that the rest of him is just as numb – has been numb for hours. He wonders if this is how it felt for his sisters, for Knives, or-
“You about finished?” “Almost.”
The last drag is the worst. He can feel his eyes start to water even before the coughing starts. Livio is quiet. He doesn't comment on the way Vash's eyes never stop watering, or the way his breathing never really evens out.
Razlo is the one who finally crosses the unspoken boundary between them to clap a hand on Vash's shoulder. They both pretend it isn't the only thing keeping him on his feet. “You wanna give me one of those?”
Vash hands over the carton, hands shaking.
“Sorry,” he says, “I'm not sure I'll be able to get through a second one.” “That's a damn shame, I was kind of hoping you'd stick around.” Vash laughs, a little ragged, a little frantic. He doesn't like the way everything is still so cold. “You'll remember him, right? I just... I want to make sure someone will remember him.” “I don't think either of us is going to forget that ass-kicking for a long time.” Vash opens his mouth to say something, to joke back, but it comes out as a strangled sob. His knees are giving out. They sink to the ground together.
“I wanted to stay,” he gasps, “There's so much I wanted to do... ” “You did more than enough.” “But I was supposed to be here... I don't want them to disappear.” “They won't” Livio says quietly, “We'll remember.”
“Do you promise?” “I promise.” Something warm moves through him. It starts in the tips of his toes and spreads up through his entire body like a wave.
It's hard to see with the light behind his eyes getting brighter. It's hard to hear, too, with the way his own breathing suddenly seems so loud. He can feel lips on his forehead, can smell cigarettes in the air. Can sense-
Wolfwood? About time you got here, needle-noggin. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up.
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There is stillness where there used to be movement.
There is silence where there used to be sound.
Livio picks up the thin-framed orange glasses that have been left behind.
When he is ready, he stands and makes his way back to the orphanage, careful not to trample the bright red flowers that have taken root in the sandy soil.
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weepingfoxfury · 2 months
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The man on the radio shouts 'Hail! Hail!', he has my attention, then I realise he's talking about the weather ... Tuesday's in Tuesdayville talk of boots on wet pavements, umbrellas blowing inside out and shoals of hurrying shoppers with their shoulders hunched up to their ears ... the man on the radio has turned to rowing machines as a topic, the shuttling back and forth of people on a sweaty carpet sea, at least for those whose gym membership is more than a monthly direct debit and good intentions ... I remember my own good intentions that would then morph into a takeaway and sitting on the settee watching Cher go wild with her workout ... the man on the radio announces the news, I press the mute button and go back to the washing up and the view from the window ...
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