#neallen week 2017

[patitodesu]

Day 6 -  Sacrifices

#neallen week 2017 #nea d campbell #past allen #my art #art #dgm #my comic

[oyakorodesu]

idk which one is better and i gave up at coloring haha since i missed 2 days of neallen week, mashed 2 prompts together quickly_(:3

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #neah #allen #dgm #oyakorodeu'sart #was planning to make strips comic but i can't rn so ye #maybe sketch will be alright eh #or maybe memes

[aliesarts]

Neallen week. Day 3 Origami

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #nea d campbell #neah #nea #allen #past!allen #past allen #pasta #dgm #d gray man #my art

[candy-crackpot]

Flower to the flower

NeAllen Week Day 1 - Flowers

Late but done (so am I). I’m glad I will be late with the rest of the prompts because of finals but I still don’t want to miss them.

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #dgm #fanart #Allen Walker #Neah Campbell #this is full of mistakes but this is like my second drawing otl please don't be harsh #on tablet at least #my art

[jasontoddiefor]

Grave full of poppies

Title: Grave full of poppies Fandom: D.Gray-man Ship: Neallen Summary: It’s been a year since Neah’s death and Allen – well, he’s trying to pick up the pieces. Not that there are many left. AN: For Neallen week Day 1: Flowers. This is more of a character study of Past!Allen than ship stuff oh boy. Nevertheless, I hope you like it! :D

He breathed in and out again, watched white dance up in front of his glasses. Last winter he had been homeless, trying to keep together what was left of the place, the warm feeling he once called home. He hadn’t been able to keep anything from falling apart, nor had he been able to save anyone. Wasn’t it ironic how so long ago he hadn’t even cared about saving anything? How he would have loved to watch humanity kill itself with every mistake it made until the world went up in flames. After all, if mankind was too stupid to listen, why should he try to fix it? Reality and the easily coming knowledge of how the world worked had made him cynical. A position like that caused life to be simple when your only drive was yourself. But Neah just had to take over his life by storm and tear down every carefully built wall Allen had constructed. He intruded Allen’s life screaming unjust to a god and the world, crawling out of hell again and again while demanding the cynic’s help as an equivalent exchange for having given the scientist a name to go by. It had been just an amusing pastime to go and help the Noah who charged fairness from reality. Allen hadn’t intended to start caring but it had been so hard to stay neutral when Neah called Allen’s little apartment home. It had been so terribly hard when Neah cried tears Allen hadn’t been able to find since he figured out that the world didn’t care about him and could carry on without the cynic’s existence. They had made mistakes, a lot of them, too many perhaps and Allen had paid in tears, blood and bodies. Nevertheless he would never regret the path he had started to walk on. Even in the dark times he had found light, a laugh and warmth. For a moment Allen had felt like he mattered and he’d do everything to get that feeling again. He couldn’t take back any decisions he had made, moving forward was the only way he could go. Therefore Allen would put one foot in front of the other, steadily walk towards the green light of hope. He was mending mistakes now. He ran after the dreaded Innocence in hopes of gaining an advantage, perhaps even a more effective weapon. Magic was helpful but it could only do so much. Fake it till you make it was a proverb that hadn’t been in Allen’s treasury of words until he had a run in with a Level 4. His left arm had been pretty much useless ever since, he had to force himself into becoming right handed as the chicken scratch that hand left on paper was slightly more legible. At least he could still use his hand for simple tasks like carrying things or picking flowers. Looking up into the already darkening sky, Allen decided he should hurry. Being out in the dark alone with a bunch of innocence hidden away under his coat wasn’t the best idea. He hadn’t meant to get so caught up in memories; the task he had wanted to do had been left behind. “You left me with internal and external messes, Neah,” Allen sighed, a slight smile gracing his lips as he talked to the burnt down ruins of their once hideout. He walked around the ruins to the backyard he had made into a herbary for scientific and medical purposes alike because even if Neah was a Noah, a cold somehow got to all. The herb garden, of course, was burnt down too. It shouldn’t have surprised Allen as much as it did. Still, it hurt as he had poured a lot of hard work into growing this garden. Though the most work had always been keeping Neah from accidentally ruining the plants. As carefully as his friend had been with instruments, he hadn’t been gifted with a green thumb. Giving the remains of the herbary one last glance, Allen turned around only to come to a halt when red entered his vision. Immediately he reached for talismans, fearing the attack of Akuma. But as soon as he was calm, focused on his enemy, he could already drop his weapon again. Flowers. He had been startled by a small accumulation of red poppies. Neah would laugh at him for acting like a frightened bunny. Jumping at a flash of red, a simple filed of flowers. But it was already winter so why- Ah, right. Allen remembered why they bloomed. Neah had, with the bits of passable gardening he managed, grown them after being fed up with Allen confronting him with the fact that Neah sucked with plants. Of course there hadn’t been any magic involved, Neah had insisted. They must have been the only thing to keep growing after the fire had ruined the house and the garden, leaving only destruction and silent abandonment. Allen grimaced at that thought. In a way he had interrupted the peaceful rest of this fallen safe heaven, bringing upheaval with his arrival. Feeling a lot heavier than before, Allen made his way into the house all while hoping that it wouldn’t crash above him. The floorboards creaked beneath his weight, the sound being rather unpleasant to the ear. “Seems like you don’t want me here anymore, huh?” Allen muttered. He entered what was left of his old laboratory and tried his hardest to stay calm when he saw all his broken projects lying around. It was a mess. He walked over to his desk and kneeled down to pull out a box he had hidden beneath a loose plank. Just like the many times before the plank came of easily and revealed a metal box. Quickly he took the box out of its stash and opened it. Seeing gold flash between red silk, Allen almost let out a cry. He took the red fabric and threw it away, fully revealing what the box had kept safe for over a year; a short vial filled with red liquid and- “Tim…!” At the sound of its name the golden ball stirred, the golden wings slowly starting to move again, then letting out a yawn. The golem looked around for a bit before jumping straight into Allen’s lap. “I missed you too, you stupid golem,” Allen muttered, a fond smile on his face. Tim then flapped its wings again and flew up to nest in Allen’s hair, the same way it always had. It wiggled around for a while before finding the optimal sitting position and calming again. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you love that place so much, lazy bird,” Allen commented to which the golem hit the man’s cheeks with its tail. Not letting himself get irritated, Allen reached for the vial. “This will safe us some day, Tim,” Allen told the golem and hold the vial up to the golem’s mouth. “Therefore you have to protect it, okay?” Allen took the golem nearly biting his hand off while it swallowed the vial as a sign of understanding. On their way out, the duo passed the few poppies again. As soon as it spotted them, Tim pulled at Allen’s hair to get the man’s attention. “What is it, Tim?” The golem took off from Allen’s head and flew over to the poppies. “Don’t break them, Tim. They’re Neah’s and once he’s back he’ll hunt us down if he realizes we broke some.” At that the golem jumped up, looking as startled as it could. “He was so proud of them too, probably because they resemble him so much.” Tim appeared confused so Allen elaborated. “They’re pretty and, well, they should be dead in this cold. But instead they are only peacefully resting.” Sparing the poppies one last glance, the duo walked away from their once home and Neah’s beloved poppies. They’d never return either way.

AN: I’ve wondered about Past!Allen for a while and I love the idea that he was a Bookman apprentice but simply quit. And while the idea of him doing it because of Neah is sweet, my German class started reading Faust. And then I thought “cynical Allen who is hella intelligent and loves knowledge”. The idea of Past!Allen being rational while Present!Allen is driven by emotions developed more and more. Especially since rereading scenes with Red.

#neallen week 2017 #fanfic #neallen #dgm #this is less neallen than i intended and more character study of pasta

[fuckyeahneallen]

This is roughly a week late, but Neallen Week 2017 has ended! I want to extend my thanks to everyone that participated and those that couldn’t and instead cheered from the sidelines! I’m beyond happy with how the event went and all the wonderful fanwork that was created.

Here’s to doing it again next year!

#admin post #neallen week 2017

[islandoflosttoyyz-blog]

Neallen week day 1 prompt: Flowers Sorry this is a day late but here it is, I'm also planning on writing some prompts for this week as well.

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #neah d. campbell #Allen Walker #omg these guys are my children

[lazyaris]

I heard it is Neallen’s week? Have a Neallen picture then

#neallen #nea walker #allen walker #d.gray-man #chibi #dgm #myart #neallen week 2017

[nea-writes]

Are you doing rare pair week?

D.Gray-man Rare Pair Week 2017 (Oct 30th - Nov 5th)!!!

I SURE AM!!!! I’ve been looking forward to it ever since @kitty-bandit first posted! I have a few posts here dedicated to some rarepairs I might do (neallen | allen/road | marie/miranda & anita/mahoja), and of course the ones near and dear to my heart, kal, linkanda, sinpie. Here goes some of the ideas I’ve had for those:

NeallenDay 3; Wednesday, November 1st– White, Winter, Clarity, Beginnings, Neutrality, Divine, LightDay 7; Sunday, November 5th – Yellow, Happiness, Money, Youth, Joy, Summer, Warmth

KalDay 4; Thursday, November 2nd – Green, Envy, Nature, Spring, Rebirth, Growth, Life

SinpieDay 5; Friday, November 3rd – Red, Passion, Excitement, Love, Fire, Blood, Autumn

YulmallenDay 6; Saturday, November 4th – Blue, Water, Rain, Comfort, Relaxation, Intuition, CoolDay 7; Sunday, November 5th – Yellow, Happiness, Money, Youth, Joy, Summer, Warmth

Kanda/LinkDay 3; Wednesday, November 1st– White, Winter, Clarity, Beginnings, Neutrality, Divine, LightDay 2; Tuesday, October 31st – Black, Mysterious, Sophisticated, Powerful, Emptiness, Void, Darkness

I don’t think I can manage to do every day, but I really want to do at least three!

I also would like to do poker pair week, if that happens to come around again.  

#nea talks #answered #thank you for the ask love! #ideas #im mega excited for this week #Anonymous

[chrisemrysblog]

Hello dears~

Since I’m having clear plans in head, I figured it was time to give a little insight of what I’ll be doing over the next few weeks and months~

I am planning to change my blog theme, and reorganize the pages. It’s likely I’ll also update a bit my FFnet profile (and maybe AO3 then).

First thing I’m likely to try doing is finish the chapters for fanfic I started for Poker Pair week 2017; and also work on the worldbuilding for Meet me halfway to the end. I am also wanting to post on AO3 all the little things I’ve done already for events (secret santa, secret valentine) as a series (the collection of event fanfics).

Speaking of events, I do plan to participate in a few, all DGM events (bare the WIP week). I’m already certain I’ll do something for Poker Pair 2018 and Neallen 2018, and do again secret santa when the time comes. I’m eyeing too Lenalove and Pieshipping events, but we’ll see. And then any other event that catch my eyes.

Basically I’ll work mostly on DGM. I’m still going to try updating my other fandoms fanfics; but it is true that my focus has shifted to DGM. I guess any non DGM fanfics is on half hiatus, you can say. Still no desire to abandon any; but focusing on what I am inspired for!

#chrishere #progress

[aliesarts]

Neallen week. Day 2 Dance Macabre

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #neah campbell #nea #nea d campbell #allen walker #allen #dgm #d gray man #my art

[jasontoddiefor]

Compositions for a dead man

Title: Compositions for a dead man Fandom: D.Gray-man Ship: Neallen Summary: And for a moment Allen thinks he hears Neah play. AN: For Neallen week day 2: Danse Macabre Allen remembered the education he had received in his parental home in much more detail than he thought he would. The lessons there had been full of politics, etiquette and instruments, not exactly topics that had interested him. But his parents were of old money and praised bloodlines so of course their spawn was expected to behave like the perfect little prince.

And, of course, the one who threw Allen back into his dreaded childhood lessons was Neah. The Noah had given him a violin and insisted Allen should play for him the moment the scientist had mentioned he had played that instrument once. His first attempt had been terrible but he had learnt fast, calling upon old knowledge in the manner of weeks until he was up to Neah’s standards – or at least close enough to what the Noah deemed ‘acceptable’.

It had been fun to play together with Neah. The brunet man memorized new compositions, no matter how complicated, within a few minutes. Often he had taken Allen to concerts and used his remarkable hearing to draw up a copy while he was still listening to the musical piece. Allen couldn’t say that it was peaceful or refreshing to listen to the musicians when Neah was taking notes like mad, but he preferred to listen to Neah’s versions of the compositions in their – well, actually his but Neah had always called is theirs – small apartment anyway.

Perhaps that was the precise reason why now Allen had such a hard time giving up this place. He needed money and all the important things he needed to keep moving, he could store in one backpack. His violin and Neah’s piano had been expensive and they’d earn him a lot of money now.

Being on the run from everyone had been easier with Neah providing the Campbell wealth.

The clock struck midnight when Allen sighed and picked up his violin. Carefully he placed the instrument on his left collar bone, the bow in the other hand, and closed his eyes. And just like months before he starts to play tritone. Diabolus in musica, he remembered Neah telling him the fancy name for the musical interval.

As he continued, he could almost hear the piano coming to life behind him, Neah playing it and creating a beautiful arrangement. Where Allen made his mistakes, Neah still harmonized. Slowly he came to an end, Neah still faithfully playing with him. Just the moment he was done and Allen opened his eyes, he turned around, and in spite of everything that had happened, he still expected Neah to sit there like he always did.

Of course he was disappointed when he only saw the old piano standing in the moonlight. He was so sure he had heard Neah’s play.

Perhaps this arrangement was as magical as Neah had always insisted.

AN: You know, Danse Macabre is about Death waking the dead up which is kind of the topic I wanted to use. And at first I wanted Neah as Death but then I thought - well, the one who is supposed to wake Neah up is Allen. And that’s the reason Allen is Death.

#neallen week 2017 #fanfic #dgm #thanks to this prompt ive been listening to danse macabre for ages #i love it it sounds so nice!

[fuckyeahneallen]

Neallen Week 2017: Day 7

Prompt: Tabula Rasa

Remember to tag your contributions with #neallen week 2017 if you want them to be reblogged to @fuckyeahneallen.

Good luck and have fun!

#neallen week 2017 #neallen

[aliesarts]

Neallen week. Day 1 Flowers

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #nea d campbell #nea #Allen Walker #allen #past!allen #past allen #otp #my art

[islandoflosttoyyz-blog]

Neallen week day five, prompt: Trust. I'm so exhausted I'm dying inside...😭😞

#neallen week 2017 #neallen #neah d. campbell #allen walker #my art

[islandoflosttoyyz-blog]

Neallen week 2017, day 2: Dance Macabre Again it's a day late, I've actually been sick so that's my excuse ^^; btw I didn't have any grey markers so I coloured Neah's skin bronze/cinnamon instead.

#neallen week 2017 #neah d. campbell #neallen #allen walker