Epeolatry

Hello, D.Gray-Man fandom! With February coming to a close, we’ve decided that it’s time to announce DGM Polyamory Week, featuring whatever your favorite OT3+ is. We welcome anything that involves polyamory, whether it’s fanfiction, fanart, edits, headcanons, etc.  

Polyamory week will be held from May 27 to June 2, 2018. We have three sets of prompts and it’s fine if you decide to follow all of them or even none! One is themed around polyamory, the next is song titles and the last are alternate universes. They are as follows:

May 27: Firsts | Trial Periods | Time Travel AU

May 28: New Relationship Energy | C’est La Vie | Crime AU

May 29: Doubt & Trust | Trying Too Hard | Reincarnation AU

May 30: Jealousy | Smoke Damage | Dragon AU

May 31: Communication | Ties | Fake Dating AU

June 1: Security | Can’t Please ‘Em All | Medieval AU

June 2: Stability | Therianthropy | Soulmate AU

When posting your content, please tag it #dgm polyamory week 2k18 or #dearpolygraymorous to make sure we see it. You can also mention us. 

I’m Lavi. I’m 23, severely depressed and anxious, and probably have more than a few other mental illnesses by this point. I’m also transgender. I came out to my family 4 years ago, but they still haven’t accepted me. They misgender me constantly and refuse to change no matter how many times I ask them.

I have been “convinced” to take a college course that I have no interest in because it was what my mother wanted me to do. The first attempt resulted in me having a breakdown and admitting myself to the hospital because I knew if I waited any longer, I was going to kill myself.

Despite this, I was once again “convinced” to go back and finish the course. Which is where I am currently. However, it’s barely been a month and I’m back to the same point I was then. I do not want to do this course, and even just thinking about it makes my anxiety so bad I want to puke.

I have also been “convinced” to put off getting my license because it’s not “practical” for my mother.

And there’s nothing I can say to anybody at this point that will make them change their mind about me doing this. So my only option is to leave. I can’t stay here for much longer. I literally feel anxious and terrified every time I have to talk to either of my parents, and that’s no way to live.

And before you try to suggest other things, I want to give you a little more insight into how things have been/are for me.

My mother has hit me before, threatened to injure me more times than I can count, broken some of my things, guilt tripped and gaslighted me my whole life. My father is drunk 90% of the time he’s not working. He has passed out while cooking, holding a cigarette, with a glass in his hand. So many ways that could have ended with the apartment catching fire or me getting hurt.

The point is: I need help. I probably only have about $500 to my name-and that’s after scrounging up change left around the apartment for months-and no way of actually getting out of here.

I hate asking, but I’m truly desperate. Anything would help at all. Literally anything. Even if it’s less than $1, I’ll be eternally grateful. 

I set up a ko-fi page, if anyone is willing to help. If you’d like to use my direct paypal instead it’s: [email protected]

I don’t really have much to offer, but I am more than willing to write drabbles for anybody who helps. All I ask is that you send me a message here, off anon, so we can talk about it.

Thank you so much.

❝ You keep forgetting, darling. You keep overlooking. You keep deafening. Oh but you’ve muted the growl, because you know one thing. You’re the one that created this beast. You cornered a species more vicious than you thought. You never know what we’re capable of. Our teeth aren’t flat all the way through, Our nails aren’t blunt in design, Our jaws aren’t weak as you thought they were, You’ve experienced the bite. You cornered and cornered, drove the fear home, but you made a mistake. You forgot to lock the cage securely, and now the monster escaped. ❞ – L.C [T.S] Didn’t you think to heed the warning? I told you, humans are unpredictable.

🎶 ║ @himitsunochie ┉

It wasn’t a decision easily made. In fact, it had been one of the hardest things Allen had ever done: He had fled. Like he was running from hell itself, he had chosen to run away from the Order to combat his fiercest enemy yet. 

Komui had tried to cover it up, from what little he’d overheard in the conversations of finders and Exorcists alike that had unknowingly passed him during this time. A routine mission gone awry, apparently, and Allen had gone missing. But anyone who knew him likely knew better. 

A routine mission wouldn’t take him out, not unless a Noah showed up to do it personally and even then, Allen was a cockroach, refusing to die no matter the circumstances.

So he dealt with the Fourteenth where prying eyes couldn’t see, when no one was present to help nor be harmed. It was hard, but far easier than it would have been while bearing the guilt of one his friends being hurt in the process. And he’d beat him. The whispering had ceased, the nightmares had been replaced with peaceful slumber. For the first time in a long time, Allen felt like himself save for one piece of the puzzle: His big brother.

 A thought had occurred to him and been thrown out mere seconds later. It occurred to him that it would be easier to simply… not go back, to move on with his life—whatever was left of it, what with his Innocence eating away at his lifespan with every activation. 

It was Lavi that kept the thought from being a viable option. He was sure that his disappearance had hurt him, had been a knife straight to the heart the same way it had been to Allen’s. 

He could still remember standing at Lavi’s door, fist raised, ready to beg him to leave with him before he realized that defeated the purpose. The whole point was to be secluded, to keep Lavi and all the others safe from the monster living in his skull, but that hadn’t put a stop to the cumbersome loneliness that threatened to eat him alive in the months that followed.

So when he sends word ahead of him that he’s returning in a letter addressed to Komui and another to Lavi, he’s not sure if the hope that Lavi will welcome him back is even feasible. 

… But he finds something even better when the Gatekeeper opens the path. There stands Lavi Bookman himself doing more than just welcoming; he’s waiting, as he likely has been this entire time. Guilt threatens to smother him when he steps over the threshold into a barely familiar hallway. It’s hard to breath and even harder to speak, but he manages a single word when he does open his mouth. 

“Lavi…”

Allen can’t look him in the eye, gray eyes turning towards the floor instead. If Lavi punches him for his transgressions, he’ll accept that. If he has to punch, kick and claw at him to give him what he clearly deserves, he’ll accept that, too.

Whatever the punishment, he’ll accept it if it means Lavi won’t hate him in the end.

As soon as the gate opens, every single thought he’d had vanished in an instant. Because Allen is actually standing before him. He hadn’t just dreamt the whole thing up in his sadness.

Before he has a chance to even fully process that his brother is finally back, Allen speaks. All he says is his name, but it’s the best thing he’s heard in months.

If someone has you blocked, they don’t have to give you a reason for it.

It doesn’t matter if you “didn’t do anything” or believe you “don’t deserve it”.

They blocked you for some reason, and they don’t owe you any explanation.

                                   ( his hair, his 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝒆, his dreams )

if you write a character binding with ace bandages, please make it narratively clear that this is not the proper way to bind and that one should not try it in real life. You could have the character be affected by some of the bad side effects of it, have another character point out that it is unhealthy, or have the character muse later on in life that this was a bad idea (and could have been prevented if they’d had more education on binding from a younger age).