#tenkko

[bblurryfacess-blog]

so that other picture i did was total trash ;; here's a better one for my beautiful remifura 

[mcgigolo]

remifura said: OMG.!! you’re so cute and nice i really like your blog too aaa!!!!!!

oh my gosh!! youre so sweet im /).(\ that means a lot, ,, 

[belades]

Belades: Well actually, presuming she was left with Crayons, Flandre would have had a LONG time to practice her art.

Belades: ..... I'm just imagining the basement having a fucking sistine chapel frescoe drawn in crayon.

player formerly known as mousecop: PF

Belades: CAN YOU IMAGINE THOUGH

Belades: Marisa just walks in and just stands there for a second before slowly turning around and leaving.

player formerly known as mousecop: GOD

Belades: ......

Belades: I just imagined it being the actual sistine chapel fresco, but replacing Adam and God with Flandre and Remi/Marisa. And THATS why Marisa gets the fuck out of there.

[touhoucrackconfessions]

hhhhhuuu i want tenkko and remiliea to WATCH a TV recipe show together

[carmillabael]

two of my absolute favorite artist are Mizutorii and Peachy/Tenkko and they’re both following me and im so grateful you dont even KNOW IM NOT WORTHY jhdskjfdhgkl

another of my favorite artists is AbstractCactus and she’s going to the same school as me what the fuck oh my god this is so amazing im sorry for bad spelling im kinda drunk and english is my second language

I love u guys let's be friends

[kvlen]

happy belated birthday to Tenkko!! her birthday was a couple days ago, but i couldn't draw it in time! gomen Tenkko i hope you like it anyways! Hope you had a really cool birthday and stuff!!

[carmillabael]

IT'S DONE !!! (sorry for it being a bit shitty tho hhhhh) ehehehe uvu happy birthday, peachy !!! princess of remiflan a really cool person whom i wish i knew better hhhhh I hope you have a really nice day you deserve it !!!!!!

[eternitylarva]

My Gift for Tenkko

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Boom.

A creature unlike any other assaulted Gensokyo.

Even some of the youkai were afraid of this beast as its roars crackled across the sky and its life-force poured from the heavens. The sun was blotted out by its mass; noon suddenly became night as the creature appeared. Despite how harmless the creature was, people still hid in their homes as it passed through the hidden land. They gave this creature the name “storm.” 

It was the boom of the storm’s signature thunder that awoke the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Remilia Scarlet. She was a vampire, of course, which is why she was asleep during the day. A glance at the clock told her that it was noon, a time vampires should be asleep, not awake. She could not fall back to sleep, even after at least a half hour of trying. Her heartbeat intensified at the sounds outside; the thunder, relentlessly exploding across the sky; the rain as it crashed against the windows and roof. It was all too loud, too there, and it awoke a primeval urge to run and escape in her.

Vampires are vulnerable to running water, and Remilia was no exception. This was likely the reason she had such a strong fear of storms, she told herself. It’s a natural occurrence. Nothing to be ashamed of. Still, she felt ashamed; the great Scarlet Devil, afraid of a simple storm? Ha! She would become a laughing stock if she were to tell anyone. She was unable to swallow her pride, and so she did nothing about the storm. She didn’t call her maid to make her some calming tea, she didn’t tell her friend Patchouli to clear up the storm over their house, and she most certainly did not look to her younger sister for comfort. The amount of embarrassment that she would have if Flandre discovered her fear of storms... it would be unbearable. 

Some more time passed – whether it was only ten minutes or an hour Remilia couldn’t tell – before a particularly loud boom crashed nearby, as if it had hit the mansion. At this, Remilia began to tremble uncontrollably. She hid beneath her covers, whispering to herself, “go away, go away, go away!” repeatedly. This was terrible. Shame.

“Shame on you,” she said to herself, out loud. “Trembling in fear like a child. What a fool.” 

Then she heard her door open, and looked up hopefully at the person who entered her room.

Flandre Scarlet, Remilia’s little sister. She tiptoed quietly over to the bed, her eyebrows curved upwards in worry. 

“Sister,” Flandre mumbled, fiddling with her fingers nervously. “I’m scared.”

Remilia had to remain composed; show no weakness in front of the little sister. She cleared her throat. “What are you afraid of, dear?” 

“The... the storm,” she squeaked, staring into Remilia’s eyes like a pleading puppy.

Flandre had awoken only a few minutes ago, in her room down in the basement. The blasting of thunder had even reached her there, striking fear into the depth of her heart. Lacking the pride her sister had, Flandre decided to find comfort in the only way she knew how: her sister.

“Ah...” Remilia breathed, thinking. “Don't worry about it. It's just... just thunder and rain. Maybe ask Sakuya to get you some tea.” 

Flandre nodded, but a frown crossed over her face. The younger vampire slunk away. The sight stabbed into Remilia’s heart. No, this isn’t right.

“Flandre!” 

Flandre returned, a twinkle of hope in her eyes.

“You can sleep here,” Remilia said, patting an open spot on her bed.

An instant grin appeared on Flandre’s face, and she skipped into the room. After closing the door, she hopped into the bed and settled next to Remilia. 

“Thank you, sis~”

She was just doing this to make Flandre happy, right? The great Scarlet Devil didn’t need to sleep with anybody for comfort! Storms are... nothing! 

Kaboom.

“EEP!” 

In a burst of adrenalin, the great mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion clung tightly to her little sister in fear.

"Just thunder and rain, huh?"

"Shut up!"

Flandre began to giggle, and Remilia glared at her, face flushed red. Flandre could not stop, no matter how hard she tried, and then Remilia’s rage dissipated as she began to giggle uncontrollably, too. They laughed for a while; slowly the fear of the storm bean to seem minor in comparison to each other’s company.

For the next little while, they talked and giggled with each other as if the storm had never come into existence. Eventually, sleep found the sisters.

~The End~