#dgm imagines

[cherry-writes-stuff]

🍒 Cherry-sama 🍒 Can I request an scenario where Allen sees her crush naked accidentally, and both have a similar relationship like he and Kanda have, and her crush gets angry at him but he's like "I want to be the only man who sees you like that"? Not necessary dirty, more like something Fluffy. Thank you! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

It was a mistake.

No, really — it was!

He was the devil incarnate (which, to be fair, he sort of was) who’s favorite past time was spying on naked women.

Your aim was increasingly in its accuracy, however, when a hard covered book almost poked his eye out. Allen snatched it from the air, brought it back against his chest. “ Will you stop?!”

“I don’t know, will I?!”

He found himself, once again, at a cross roads. He could stay here and fight with you, in your current, fumbling, half naked state, or he could get out and close the door behind him, and with it his feelings — because obviously this was never going to work, what, with you trying to squeeze his eyes out his skull with your bare hands and a flimsy towel you had scrumbled to snatch from your bed only a bit too late.

(don't think about bare anything!)

Just — leave his feelings at your door to gather dust. That would be easier than fighting with you everyday, as enjoyable as it was that sort of endearingly abysmal aspect of your relationship was about to give, any day now, and you would be remiss to remind him just how much you cared; dirt under your shoes and all that sweet talk Allen loved and sought after a hard mission.

He realized, very early on in your relationship, that this didn’t exactly painted a healthy picture of the two of you. Allen was Allen ( except when he was Nea, then Allen WASNT Allen) and you were you, each your own person with individual strengths and weaknesses.

He had learned all those weaknesses just as he had learned how to work his tongue between your legs.

All this shouting, all this atmospheric tenacity he could taste if he poked out his tongue — Allen felt it in the air, it made his blood boil, though less so than the clear image of the angry tears burning hot at the corner of your eyes as you scrambled to save your dignity.

Oh — there went your sword, flying past his head and missing an inch. Allen hoped that Nea was warm to the concept of a chunky haircut, perhaps some parts of his scalp too.

(You always fucked his hair up anyway, but sitting on the floor of your bathroom between your legs, your nimble and warm fingers in his hair as you demanded silence in favor of concentration — “don’t want to fuck you up,” you’d mumble and if Allen loved you a little less, he’d tell you, laugh at you, “too late, sweetness”, but he never did. Never did and probably never would. Speak of a wish outloud and it would be taken away.)

“What the hell is going on here — HEY!”

It was only out of thought for your dignity that he grabbed Levi just as the red headed bastard rounded the corner, no doubt attracted by all the rucus you two were causing in the dorms, and pushed him away from your door which you were now trying to close on Allen's face and unfortunate fingers with a newfound strenght.

He would've laughed if he found the prospect funny; someone other than him seeing you in your most vulnerable state, soaking up the sight of your naked skin, your trembling eyelashes or the redness beneath your eyes whenever you felt wronged or tormented — pain or pleasure. it was all the same.

Allen didn't stop to see whether Levi was alright or not, simply leaving him kocked on his ass, gaping up at him.

(He’s going to apologise later, he knows.)

You were spluttering too now, one hand raised and clutching a stuffed animal you'd taken from your bed (Allen knew, he had spent countless nights in the very same bed, sourounded by them becasue you refused to put thme on the floor, if not because you liked them too much, then because you wanted to annoy him to hell and back), ready to decimate him as you threw it at him, backing away as he slammed the door shut and locking it.

He started to advance towards you. "Sweetheart."

Your legs hit the edge of your bed and you yelled as you fell, towel and all, on top of the comforter. "You fiend, don't call me that!"

You made to scramble up but Allen was faster.

He climbed onto the bed after you, knees on either side of your hips as he straddled you and grabbed your wrists. Leaning down, he tagged those wretched, offending hands up up to his lips and kissed the inside of your wrists, feeling the pulse of your heart as it hammered away beneath your chest, warm and alive and pounding.

His clothes were getting wet fromt he water that clinged to the towel. Allen couldn't say he cared. You spluttered, probably cursing him to spend an eternity in hell when he died, as if his fate wasn't already forfeit to such fate.

His existence was cursed in its entirety and you, you were the only clean spot in it. Even if you hated it, you could never refute it.

You spat out curse after curse; you brute, you fiend, you damned man, (you knew him best, after all), you clown!

Allen laughed at the last one, laughed at the sour expression on your face after too — and promptly sank his teeth right above your pulse point on the inside of your wrist.

You were going to kick him in the solar plexus tomorrow during training, throw his ass down the stairs and try to wringle every essence of life out of his neck when you had the chance.

And he'd let you.

Allen let go of your hands, finally laying his body on top of yours. "Don't be angry with me," he said as he nuzzled his nose to your neck.

You sighed. "Why did you do that, you idiot. God knows what Levi will think now."

"I want to be the only man who sees you like that," Allen asnwered, unprompted, like a fucking freak, and laid his head on your chest, right on top of your heart.

You gripped his hair so tight that you could take a piece of his skull with it if you pulled. "Prepare yourself; I am going to stab you tomorrow."

"I know."

"I really mean it."

"Oh, I don't doubt you for a second."

Every scar Allen had gotten from you he treasured immensely. If it meant that you were around to give him more, take another inch of his skin, spill his blood, cut off a limb even — whatever it was that you wanted from him, he'd only be too glad to let you have it.

[bookmansjournal]

D.Gray-man Reader Insert Blog

Welcome to a new (but not quite?) D.Gray-man blog that centers around reader insert content! You might know me from my now archived blog, @exorcistcupid. I’m commonly known as Mod Karma!

For the sake of convenience, I’m decided to remake my writing blog. I’m a one-man team though so I appreciate your patience in advance!

[exorcistcupid]

Howdy

Yo hey hello happy Easter if you celebrate, it’s Mod Karma with a happy little surprise for y’all:

Requests are open again!

Just for headcanons to start us out again, and no limit to request amount beyond no more than 4 characters per individual ask.

[amipenthe]

How long have y’all been d gray-manning too close to the sun?

I started d gray man when I was younger than Allen and now I’m closer to the age of Tyki mikk 😭

[dearloonies]

Our Allen is essentially a P!Laven lovechild when you think about it

[vetoshhh]

My friend is reading d gray man for the first time, and she's currently on the phantom g arc, so she hasn't seen Mana's face yet

But by accident, she saw a frame of Mana Earl and said "I didn't expect to see a timeskip with grandpa Tyki"

WELL GIRL ABOUT THAT--

[coffinlordcrafts]

You heard him, nothing to see here! 💙⚔️

[pinkymorp]

Does anyone know where I can get one of those bad boys, asking for a friend

[justacynicalromantic]

😏😏😏

[zeemofails]

I'm so fucking excited to meet the new Allen Walker. I wonder how he actually is like

[thefinalsnart]

Leyendecker Study: Howard Link

[the-stray-liger]

I should try to catch up with D.Gray-man but at this point even if I did I would 100% not know what is going on

[amipenthe]

jk one more theory before I go lol

The more I think about the past!Lavi becoming crown clown theory the more sense it makes.

1. At first, Allen couldn’t even move his innocence hand (as if it were a prosthetic added onto his body). Then, after he activated his innocence, it was incredibly unstable until he decided to stop fighting to die and start living for people and akuma, AKA he decided to start fighting to live period. After he made that declaration, he aligned more directly with his innocence’s wishes—Past Lavi’s wish for him to live! So his synchro rate increased.

2. Lucia mentioned that Past Lavi had shimmering silver hair just like our Allen’s. Our Allen mentioned his hair was chestnut until he activated his innocence. In a komui’s corner, Timothy explained after his hair turned green once his innocence activated, Allen told him his also changed color and he once tried to dye it, but it just changed back to silver—the same color as Past lavi’s!

3. Crown clown is unique in the ways it’s a defensive and offensive innocence. It has a white cape that wraps itself around Allen to protect him just like past!lavi once did for past!allen.

4. Of course, this is the most obvious point and one many have mentioned—crown clown actively protects Allen. It mended his heart post-Tyki and it plugged the wound Allen got from Kanda. Aka, it does everything it can to protect Allen.

Now I’m super on board with this idea. Especially because it also explains why Neah may have thought of past lavi when he saw Allen’s reflection for the first time AND why he seemed so bugged out by it. Aside from the whole Allen being young thing, since Allen has Past Lavi’s hair, his reflection likely gave Neah quite the jump-scare since our Allen looks like Past Lavi and Past Allen put together. And the last time Neah saw them both he probably saw them off before they traveled together. Which is also why he may have figured Allen had been reformed by apo!

[alienaiver]

i was timothy again for jpop and i finally got some decent pictures!! would like to do a proper photoshoot at some point but i keep forgetting at the cons </3 enjoy these in the meantime !! 🥰🧡

[black-order-prototypes]

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it was a lovely home...

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I never figured out who caused this whole situation...

Neither did I...

I ran to this place just to escape...but I came too late to rescue it...

And you were gone...

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It was just luck...

They were the best that I ever asked...

They were my second family...yea

*footsteps along the street*

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It still intact...

Better than nothing, right ?

Is that rust or...?

It blood.

Huh?

What?

This is the worst time to say this, but something happened while you were gone, Seán and it is something that I have been holding back for the longest time...

*sigh*

Maybe someday I will tell the tale...

Don't worry about it right now...

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Did you guys smell something...?

Something is burning

Look!

Oh no, what is happening right now!

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recording ended: ♡

[ovenborn]

Send a 🎯 to learn a random headcanon I have for my muse. ( moved post; not accepting! )

When Red Velvet was a child, his cake arm was often difficult to control. It seemed to have a mind of its own and instinctively acted on pure, raw emotions — without him wanting it to. When he had to fight to protect himself and felt certain emotions like fear, it especially caused problems; the cake arm would go on a rampage to put an end to any threats near him, and it didn't discern friend from foe. It attacked anyone that got near him, even when he was trying so desperately to regain control of his arm again, but… even he wasn't safe from getting hurt in the process. He had been such a frightful child, too, obviously having PTSD from what he witnessed that night…

Despite how much he would struggle, Red Velvet put himself through a lot of training to get where he's at today, and such incidents don't happen anymore. He has an incredible amount of self-discipline and strength of will, honestly.

Red Velvet Cookie has to train / teach all the cakes NOT to accept any of Poison Mushroom Cookie's shroomies as treats. A very, very important part of the training regimen.