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Gregory’s full name is now Gregory Violet-Wettin Friedhof. IDK XD I only read volumes 1 and 2 of the manga. I watched the anime before reading the manga lol. I like both the anime and the manga.~ I kinda wanna try to pick up the manga again and get farther, mostly to see Gregory lol. Apparently not only does he look like Marchen, but apparently they have similar personalities too according to the Kuroshitsuji wiki.

OMG I remember when I had a dream of meetnig Minami Kuribayashi (she played as Misia and Aohigeko) IRl and we became friends asyuvgdyuvghsfghkj And then when I woke up, I crei crei. JK, but when I woke up I was like “Noooooooooooo” XD I’m still having hope that she’ll come to Kumoricon at least one day, and if you dunno what Kumoricon is, it’s an anime convention that was originally in Oregon but now it’s in Washington. Some people shorten Kumoricon as K-Con.

(SorryIwaseating ~ *Coughcough*)

I did the same, I watched the anime *That I liked a lot*, and then I tried to read the manga, but it just became sort-of annoying, so I stopped ~ owo Since then, I always thought that I should gave it a second try, but I didn't really... Did... Anything... xD

Aaw, same personality? That's weird >w< ~ ! //Get shot//

Ooh ~ ! >w< Actually, I think that she came at a Con, she was singing some moe-songs in a pink maid dress, but... I don't know if it was in Japan or overseas, nyuuh ~ owo' But I would love Revo to come at the Japan Expo in France, nngh ~ *w* //Get shot//

#OOC

Everybody copies and pastes replies onto text posts, deary~ Also sorry that I haven’t gotten to my reply for our thread yet ;_;

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MARCHEN, HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO CHEAT ON ELISABETH? FRIGGIN MOIRA YO THANATOS ASTRA ANEMOS. -Stabbed-

It’s funny how I always thought in some kind of AU, Tettere and Ido would be the ones getting all the girls until I met Marissa LOL.

Oh, thanks >w< ~ !

Actually, he was doing things with Hiver before getting engaged, so... He's kind of cheating on everyone with everyone ~ T//T' //Dies//

I always liked to thought that Ido would have an harem, just like Venomania's or Anemos, and that Märchen would disguise as a women to kill him and save Elisabeth and get all the other ladies with him 8D //Get shot//

#OOC

I remember having a dream when me and my ex were cosplaying and he was on top of me and then we started making out………. :| And then when I woke up, I told him about it lol.

You heard of Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji, right? Do you know a guy in the manga named Gregory Violet? He looks a lot like Marchen and now sometimes I think “It’s Marchen and Elisabeth’s child!” because well, Gregory looks so much like Marchen, and who else would Marchen really give his body to? XD -Shot-

See the resemblance? ouo Gregory gets his looks and personality from Moechen I mean Marchen.

#OOC #wtfdidIdreamtabout #*faints*

I FINALLY FOUND YOUR NAME, MR MÄRCHEN CLONE. 8D *Runs around, Tettere BGM*

And aaw, what a dream ~ >w<' ! (Actually, I just woke up in Mär-Mär's arms with the baby, I didn't dreamt of... The... C-conception? xD //Dies//)

Still, Gregory Violet is a strange name ~ xD I stopped to read the manga ages ago *Perhaps that I should gave it a try again, nngh xD*, so I don't really know what happened, but I found some pictures of him here and there, and... Yeah, seriously, he looks a lot like him, except the black lipstick ~ xD

#OOC

Ohmygod. I dreamt that I had a baby with Mär-Mär. (He's totally cheating on Elisabeth with me //Get shot//) And now that I woke up, I see this adorable drabble, and that's just...

//Dies//

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Unconsciously, it seemed that the man had touched at the child’s head. He realized of what he had done, and retracted his hand instantly. It seemed that his desires were becoming prominent.

His gold eyes returned to the hysterical maiden, who couldn’t even speak due to her sobs. Her eyes too were big, as wide as the moon even! Her whole frame was shaking due to the fear that tugged at her. An inkling came to mind, for why she was here, alone in the woods, where almost anything could occur.

The comment had caught the conductor off guard…for a split moment.My, he didn’t think he’d be complimented withthat phrase, or was it not a compliment at all? He could care less.

“…Mm, miss, they’re quite useful to see in this dark forest,”

“…Especially, to see lost maidens in the night as well.”

#weave-your-sins #Don't rape me ~ T//T'#//Get shot//

The maiden was breathing slowly, snuggling against the man, her frail arms wrapped around his body. She gently laid her head against his chest, lightly biting her lips. A strange atmosphere seemed to float around them, echoing the wind, whose noise was shaking the trees... When he replied, July looks up again, an air of incomprehension into her eyes; What was he trying to say...? Was it a way to show that he wanted to help her, or... Was he wanting to... For a fleeting moment, she seemed to felt his hand carressing her back. A shiver came down her spine, as her heart was suddenly beating faster. Her gaze got lost, frightened. "What big hands you have", she could've thought. But, it wasn't that... It was so strange... This time, it was... It was scary...

Merry Christmas, everyone >w< ~ ! ♥

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It seemed that the moon that rested above in the sky came out of hiding from behind the clouds. It’s shine shone on the undead gentleman’s face, causing for him to shield his eyes, a hiss coming from his lips.

For a split moment, did his gaze take off from the girl. Much to his surprise, however it seems that the prey had found it’s predator. How unfortunate for her. It seemed that everything was falling into place, and it saved him the trouble of being cast under suspicion.

The way she wriggled herself into him, clutching onto his very being as if it was her only chance left… humoured him greatly.

It seemed the red hooded girl was fairly young, no older then…thirteen perhaps? Fourteen? Goodness, he was bad with ages.

“Are you, by chance lost, miss?”

#weave-your-sins #what did I wrote ghjpsd

A nod. The maiden slowly looked up, her eyes filled with tears. She tried to explain the situation, but the words remained stuck in her throat, as her whole body was shaking in sobs. Possibly, some vestiges of vague, foggy sentences escaped from her lips, but nothing was clear. Nothing was concrete. Nothing, except the fact that she was lost... Trying to calm herself down, she looked into the man's eyes, her innocent gaze shining under a veil of tears. And, suddenly, caught a strange, irreal detail; His iris were dancing between gold and a stained, shadowed white. The maiden swallowed, bliking a few time, driving out the last tears. - U-uuh... Mister... W-what big eyes you have...

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“…?”

A young girl wandering around the forest by herself? What could she be doing here? There wasn’t really… anything here other than animals that must be hiding somewhere and a field of flowers where one could even see the ocean, but that is deeper into the forest. Elisabeth was not sure how to approach her. She didn’t want to seem like some sort of stranger to the girl either.

“Ummm…. I beg your pardon, Fraulein.”

#wenig-vogel #Hello >w< ! ♥

It was a nice, bright day. July was walking into the woods, an adorable smile on her face. Since the early morning, she had wanted to take a little trip into the woods, to pick some flowers, and, why not, make a little detour to her grandmother's house. She hadn't seen her for a long time, and the old woman would certainly be happy to see her sweet grandchild come to visit, with tons and tons of colorful flowers into her huge basket. By thinking of this, the maiden laughs cutely; What a surprise it would be! Thinking happily about her plans, the Little Red Riding hood suddenly heard someone calling her. Turning back to see who it was, she stumbled across a young woman, letting out a little "Aah!" in surprise. - O-oh, I'm sorry, n-nyuuh!

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The more the undead gentleman would travel, the more for the desire to sink his fangs into some caught off individual. His steps gradually came to a step, ears perking because he had heard the crunching of leaves somewhere quite near. Of course, it could’ve been an animal or…someone who had gotten lost, which was perfect.

Märchen also noted that his senses were kicked up a notch, able to detect the littlest of things, like sounds and smell, and vision.

Seeing the girl from not far off, he decided to watch her, not making a sound (or he tried not too), watching her with a predatory gaze. Fairly young, he deduced, and she seemed to be an easy target in terms of prey - the red hood she wore made it noticeable, especially in the forest where moonlight shone through quite often.

#weave-your-sins #Uuh ~ ! ♥#*Hugs-hugs*

Slowly, the maiden looked around her, invaded by a sense of unease. The moon was slowly emerging from the clouds, and even if it was lightly reassuring her, she was frightened at the thought of not fiding her path. It had been so scary when the night started to fall. So scary, that the young girl had panicked, and, while trying to find her way back, rushed in a hazardous direction, to end in a little glade, lost in the middle of the forest. She dared not scream, or call someone to help her; Her Mother, as much as her Grandmother, had always repeated to her that, with the fall of night, wolves were tempting to lurk into the woods, and the maiden would've never wished to draw the attention of something that could've done something horrible to her. Thereby, she remained silent, immobile, small tears forming at the corner of her eyes. Eventually, she saw a figure behind a tree. Without thinking, without considering that this action could be a grave mistake, she ran towards it, to end in front of a man, who was strangely looking at her, his golden eyes shining under the moonlight. The maiden bit her lips, feeling that she was close to tears, and almost jumps into the man's arms, snuggling against him with all the little strenght she had.

- H-help me... P-please...

Doctor Who gif Meme ~ ♪ >w<

You meet the Doctor for the first time:

He asks you to come along:

The first thing you see on your adventure is:

Mär-Mär >w< ~ ! ♥ Hello ~ ♪

Your approach as a companion:

You meet Captain Jack Harkness:

You run into an evil villain:

You are captured by the evil villain

*Help ~ ! T//T'*

The Doctor finds you:

You defeat the evil villain:

You return to the Tardis:

You return to Earth:

... @//@' ?

The Doctor asks you to continue travelling with him:

#OOC #Doctor Who #Gif Meme #David Tennant

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No.

Revo.

Stop that.

You’re a zombie.

You’re not supposed to be that attractive….

#OOC #Realizing that Märchen is everywhere on my blog ~ >w<'

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How annoying.

‘I will have a night with no interruptions,’ he thought. When on the other hand it ended with someone bothering him and casting another curse! Bah! He disliked all anons, despite if they were kind or not, they were a nuisance that enjoyed and laughed at his pathetic state! ‘I could get to read those poems that I found’ he thought, but instead here he was… lusting for blood!

He’s become a vampire.

Funny, how the conductor of he dead was already…dead,a ‘zombie’ even yet now he’s become a vampire as well? How ridiculous!

And, it’s been a couple of centuries that he has been hungry, let alone for blood. If he were to eat something, he rather it be some kind of home cooked meal or a feast of other things, things that definitely were not blood !

It was aggravating.

The conductor sighed, shaking his head as he hobbled off into the forest - looking for something to eat.

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It was dark. So dark. The maiden couldn't see where she was going. Rubbing her tiny hands, she looked up, trying to look between the leaves, searching for the moonlight. She let out a soft sigh, gently biting her little lips. Her red hood was floating behind her, like a stain of new, fresh blood. "A stain of innocence..." {No matter where she was going, she would always be lost...}

#weave-your-sins

ℓσѕт ωιтнιи тнє ωσσ∂ѕ {♬} locked to stained-flower

There before him was a young lady cloaked in nothing but red. My, my - had this reminded him of a particular fairy tale. He recalled it, from some traveler passing by and he had decided to listen. The tale was mostly known for a young girl wearing a Red hood, and having a basket in hand (which the girl did have) but the hood the color he could not distinguish in the little life that was there. She ventured off her grandmother’s house after her mother’s distinct instructions.

Though of - that may of been mere coincidence; the hood, the basket - the young lady who was currently lost and at unease. She seemed rather anxious at the moment, and it took a second for him to take note of the atmosphere around them both. She was young, the night was quickly catching up and pushing down the sun over the horizon.

“Lost?” A nod, ” Where do you need to be escorted to - Fräulein?” He himself hadn’t known to what exactly he was getting into.Though!It was worth a shot though, and a gentleman shan’t leave a lady in distress either.

#not-allis-fiction #weave-your-sins

- T-thanks...

A strange, unhabitual atmosphere was floating around the maiden, softly oppressing her mind. Her fingers nervously fiddled with her hair, as a desolate, embarrassed sigh escaped from her lips.

- I... I have to go to my grandmother's house... My mother asked me to bring her some food, s-she said that she wasn't feeling alright, these days... But, I... I don't know if it was because of the lights, or... O-or just my fault, but... I can't remember the right way...

She looked away, her little hood falling slightly. This man, as kind as he was, frightened her a little... He was looking so... Imposant... She was feeling like a little bird, besides him... It was a very strange impression...

- U-uuh... Did you e-ever saw a little house in the woods...? My grandmother lives not far away from an old church... The villagers don't like to come near this place, so she's always alone... E-even myself, don't come to see her very often... N-nyuuh...

It's my wonderful daughter ! >w< <3

Nyuuh >w< ~ ! Mutti ~ ♥ *Hugs-hugs*

#seven-colored-dream #(mutti-message)

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ℓσѕт ωιтнιи тнє ωσσ∂ѕ {♬} locked to stained-flower

Akin to the days of old, do those full of curiosity enter.

stained-flower was captivated by the distant melody.

Some parts of the forest that he lived in, he had yet to visit. Although the forest that he lived in was his home, and he knew it out inside and out, that itself was a lie, because he didn’t. He only knew the areas that either he and his dove visited as children, or areas where he and his mother visited to collect herbs to create his mother’s remedies. Other then that, as a child he was stuck at home.

Despite of being able to transcend time and go anyway he pleased, he seemed to prefer staying close to the church and the well. Was it because he had sutch a strong connection with the area? It was likely.

Lost in thought, did the conductor decide to roam aimlessly, searching and looking at new places and landmarks. This made him note that he needed to get out a lot more than when he originally came out.

Lips closing tight against chapped lips, he set off and went onto the move again. What a beautiful evening this was - with twilight barely catching up with the sky. Chasing after the dreams known as the stars, that were too fast to approach.

Putting his inner monologues aside, the conductor managed to find himself in a small glade. He soon stopped in place, the chains swung like a pendulum, rocking back and forth as did they make a clink clank sound.

This place, this small glade was another location to note down to search through later. Who knew ? Someone who had died tragical could of been buried here. Märchen sighed, straightening his back pocksture. Giving another look see around before feeling a tug at one of his sleeves. His gold eyes lowered to whomever it was (it was a young lady of course). “I should apology, I should of not been staring at you like before.” Since he was at fault too.