Flandre Scarlet
@fearfulflan.bsky.social
A vampire, doing her best to come out of her shell. // #THRP // #MVRP
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[[Writer: Citrus.]]
(Everything here is temporary.)
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[[Writer: Citrus.]]
(Everything here is temporary.)
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Flandre Scarlet
@fearfulflan.bsky.social
· Sep 18
[[Waiting for the right time to spring it.]]
February 22, 2025 at 4:42 PM
[[Waiting for the right time to spring it.]]
[[i have
an idea]]
an idea]]
February 22, 2025 at 4:41 PM
[[i have
an idea]]
an idea]]
Ashes, ashes.....
February 15, 2025 at 5:17 AM
Ashes, ashes.....
The one in red and white.... you refused to yield, even as I succumbed to myself.
You must truly be fearless..... I hope we meet again.
I do apologize for the inconvenience, nonetheless.
You must truly be fearless..... I hope we meet again.
I do apologize for the inconvenience, nonetheless.
February 15, 2025 at 5:13 AM
The one in red and white.... you refused to yield, even as I succumbed to myself.
You must truly be fearless..... I hope we meet again.
I do apologize for the inconvenience, nonetheless.
You must truly be fearless..... I hope we meet again.
I do apologize for the inconvenience, nonetheless.
(Were I able, I would dance. A twirling gavotte, a jagged tango.
Alas, within myself, I dance for an audience of none.)
Alas, within myself, I dance for an audience of none.)
February 15, 2025 at 5:10 AM
(Were I able, I would dance. A twirling gavotte, a jagged tango.
Alas, within myself, I dance for an audience of none.)
Alas, within myself, I dance for an audience of none.)
I am not a machine. Nor am I a child.
February 15, 2025 at 5:04 AM
I am not a machine. Nor am I a child.
Do you, by any chance, remember me?
I remember the first time I met you every single day.
I believe this was fate.
I remember the first time I met you every single day.
I believe this was fate.
February 15, 2025 at 5:02 AM
Do you, by any chance, remember me?
I remember the first time I met you every single day.
I believe this was fate.
I remember the first time I met you every single day.
I believe this was fate.
How strange. How interesting. My sister is here. A much younger one. Am I still the younger, then....?
February 11, 2025 at 10:16 PM
How strange. How interesting. My sister is here. A much younger one. Am I still the younger, then....?
[[Rethinking her speech patterns. She was originally meant to just be sort of empty-sounding, with formal enough mannerisms to make her a little creepy.]]
February 1, 2025 at 3:29 PM
[[Rethinking her speech patterns. She was originally meant to just be sort of empty-sounding, with formal enough mannerisms to make her a little creepy.]]
[[Why don't we get things starteeeed~]]
January 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM
[[Why don't we get things starteeeed~]]
[[HAHA THERE ARE PINS NOW]]
January 30, 2025 at 3:47 PM
[[HAHA THERE ARE PINS NOW]]
Reposted by Flandre Scarlet
"𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭." -Kazami Yuuka
🌺Somewhat Experienced Writer
🌺Fluff or Serious RP welcome. Bring your jokesters.
🌺Ships with Chemistry.
🌺N/SFW, mostly just NSFW jokes outside of DMs.
#THRP #TouhouRP
More Below! ⬇️
🌺Somewhat Experienced Writer
🌺Fluff or Serious RP welcome. Bring your jokesters.
🌺Ships with Chemistry.
🌺N/SFW, mostly just NSFW jokes outside of DMs.
#THRP #TouhouRP
More Below! ⬇️
January 24, 2025 at 5:57 AM
The owner of the black hat.... I would like to know your name. I see you in my dreams sometimes, but I cannot recall ever seeing your face.
Who are you....? I must know.
Who are you....? I must know.
January 30, 2025 at 2:36 PM
The owner of the black hat.... I would like to know your name. I see you in my dreams sometimes, but I cannot recall ever seeing your face.
Who are you....? I must know.
Who are you....? I must know.
Marisa Kirisame.... how long it has been since we've last met.
January 30, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Marisa Kirisame.... how long it has been since we've last met.
[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LIVE]]
January 30, 2025 at 2:23 PM
[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LIVE]]
Were something like that to come along, why, I.... I think I could finally feel free.
December 30, 2024 at 4:11 AM
Were something like that to come along, why, I.... I think I could finally feel free.
The other versions of myself..... they're absolutely right.
Destruction without challenge is pointless. But it is a challenge I want dearly.
Destruction without challenge is pointless. But it is a challenge I want dearly.
December 30, 2024 at 4:10 AM
The other versions of myself..... they're absolutely right.
Destruction without challenge is pointless. But it is a challenge I want dearly.
Destruction without challenge is pointless. But it is a challenge I want dearly.
From where exactly does my family hail.....? Sister tells me we come from Romania, but I find myself taking her word with a grain of salt.
December 30, 2024 at 4:08 AM
From where exactly does my family hail.....? Sister tells me we come from Romania, but I find myself taking her word with a grain of salt.
In the new year.... I think I'd like to be more open. Hopefully that is more than a pipe dream....
December 28, 2024 at 6:54 PM
In the new year.... I think I'd like to be more open. Hopefully that is more than a pipe dream....
The birth of the little prophet.... I am unsure whether anyone here would even celebrate it.
Still an excuse for revelry, I suppose.
Still an excuse for revelry, I suppose.
December 25, 2024 at 6:01 PM
The birth of the little prophet.... I am unsure whether anyone here would even celebrate it.
Still an excuse for revelry, I suppose.
Still an excuse for revelry, I suppose.
(Four voices of a kind ring out easily over the treetops, a somber carol on a frozen night.)
December 25, 2024 at 5:56 PM
(Four voices of a kind ring out easily over the treetops, a somber carol on a frozen night.)
That woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever mourn and may
For thy parting neither say nor sing
"Bye bye, lully, lullay"
And ever mourn and may
For thy parting neither say nor sing
"Bye bye, lully, lullay"
December 18, 2024 at 4:47 AM
That woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever mourn and may
For thy parting neither say nor sing
"Bye bye, lully, lullay"
And ever mourn and may
For thy parting neither say nor sing
"Bye bye, lully, lullay"
(Lying in her casket, staring up at nothing. Her wings ripple gently with a kaleidoscope of colors.)
November 28, 2024 at 3:09 AM
(Lying in her casket, staring up at nothing. Her wings ripple gently with a kaleidoscope of colors.)