#d . gray man hallow

[xbloolii]

Kanda warmup 💥💥

[evuwus]

"It isn't an illusion, kanda...You are the forceful lotus itself."

 A 2024 redraw of a painting of Kanda I did back in 2018. See the original post on tumblr -> here

[moirajia]

I have nothing to say to these cool guys, I love it 🌟

[allenatedarts]

Birthday girl ♡♡♡

[coffinlordcrafts]

You heard him, nothing to see here! 💙⚔️

[ura-harajuku]

D.Gray-man HALLOW×h.NAOTO

Pics by @hnaoto_official on twitter

[leggomyeggo12]

The Noah are all probably violently homophobic yet half of them act and dress incredibly gay and I don't think they are aware of that

[loudestcloud]

Happy birthday to Yuu, Happy birthday to Yuu, Happy birthday Yuu kandaaaaaa, happy birthday to Yuu! 🎉 - Lavi, probably

[autumnmobile12]

This part was so brief, but I think it was one of the saddest events in D. Gray Man.

You have Fou, a being that was created for the sole purpose of defending her family. She's not a person, she's a guardian spirit. Her whole reason for existing is for the protection of the Changs.

And then Tui and Edgar make the decision to martyr themselves to oppose an experiment they regarded as inhumane, making a sacrifice that started the movement changed the Black Order's policies toward human experimentation for the sake of winning a war.

They let themselves be slaughtered by Alma for this reason.

Fou could and would have protected them, but they ordered her to just let it happen.

She had to let her people die.

She had to endure Bak demanding to know why she didn't save his parents.

...

The weird thing about D. Gray Man is you have all these quirky, fun characters who provide so much comic relief to a pretty dark story...

...and then you get mowed down with those same quirky characters having the most tragic backstories.

[amidrawings]

Lavi❤️

I Think it looks alright! It was hard too do all the details tho so much different things too look at lol😅 (Lavi pls come back we miss you)

Hope you like it!💜

[commytator]

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[xbloolii]

Enjoy Christmas with the dgm cast ❣️

[evuwus]

The first artwork I made for @dgm20thproject ! It is a recreation of page 153 of the 1st manga! Please check out the zine to see the whole of vol 1 recreated by talented fans : here

[moirajia]

Even though it’s late, happy new year!! 🥳🎉🎉

[allenatedarts]

Happy Lavi day!!

[rokishimizu4]

The Heart of a Clock

(I ship so many different characters with Miranda Lotto, so if you had a specific ship in mind.. Please put in a request and I’ll write it for Tumblr~! Otherwise all the ships I’ll be writing are on my AO3)

(AU: If Miranda’s innocent evolved further after a mission that almost ended in her death. Her innocence’s bonded with her, it would do anything to keep her alive. Even making a deal with life and death themselves.)

A soft white light covers the fallen bodies of her comrades as she tries desperately to rewind their time, to bring them back. Even for a little while.

“Please, please! Wake up! WAKE UP!” She screams as tears flow down her eyes as she pushes herself beyond the limits the Black Order put her on after another mission gone wrong.

Her vision blurs as the light from the giant clock above her becomes almost too bright to gaze upon by anyone besides Miranda. It spreads farther and farther as she begs desperately for her innocence to save those fallen finders that gave their all, even though they were no match to the level 4 Akumas and the Noah family.

Her vision becomes dark as a piercing pain spreads throughout her body, from a Akuma’s claw through her stomach.

Her screams echo throughout the battlefield as the clock above glows red and purple, indicating it’s rage.

It pulses the blinding red and purple lights across the battlefield, knocking both enemies and allies alike, causing them to suffer the same pain that its friend, it’s sister had suffered.

~~~~Small time skip~~~~

“Oh my, what an interesting sight.” A gentle voice rouse Miranda back to the waking world, but a warm hand covers her closed eyes before she could try to open them.

“Keep them closed, my dear sweet Time Keeper. You still need to heal.” A warm voice, like the rising sun on a cool summer day, shushes her until she feels her body relax without her say so.

“Such power for such a small, skinny, little thing. The Master of Time must see you as something special for Them to ask for our help.” Another voice whispers, cold and distant much like a withering flower in the snow.

“Please…,” she whispers as she tries to understand, “please save them.”

“Such a sacrificial little lamb. Thinking of others before yourself. Very well little Time Keeper. We will save them.”

“But in return, you must keep a secret. No one must know of your new purpose, Little Time Keeper. Your heart is pure and true, do not let it be swayed by the matters of others.”

Miranda tried to open her mouth, to thank whoever was going to save her friends, when she suddenly wakes up in a panic on a hospital bed.

“Miss Miranda! You’re awake!” A small group of Finders gasp in relief as one of two rush out of the hospital room, off to find a nurse or doctor more than likely.

She opens her mouth to ask a question, but the sound of running footsteps breaks her off of her rambling before she could begin.

“Miranda!! You’re awake! Thank God!” Voices, familiar and so welcoming, scream so loudly from down the hall and the group of her friends rushing into her hospital room fills her with so much joy and relief that she begins to cry.

Allen and Leelaa rush into her open arms, hugging her like their lives depend on it, and maybe they did in some way.

Time passes in a blur as Miranda is filled in with what happened after she passed out, and questions are fired off which she tries to answer while keeping her promise to whoever saved her friends.

‘Thank you,’ she thinks to herself as she listens to Lavi, Allen and Kanda argue over this and that, ‘thank you for this gift. I promise to keep your secret. Just please give me the strength to keep my friends safe.’

She lets out a few sniffles as her eyes go from person to person, until her eyes meet the cold and warm eyes of two people in robes that silently disappear like the mist on a cold day heated by the rising sun.

Neither her nor her friends notice the small key to her Grandfather clock glow with faint words marking it with the deal between two very powerful innocences.