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Today’s earlier post didn’t get too many notes, so it’s led me to believe this one won’t either, but I suppose this is worth a try, since I was originally so excited about the idea and if it turns out nicely, it’ll be a load of fun.
I want to offer everyone in the DGM fandom a chance to come together and create something by putting together all of our skills – but it’ll only happen under certain circumstances. If this post gets a solid one hundred and fifty (150) notes, and if I receive and accept at least thirty five (35) applications, I will put all my effort into making this happen and release a link to the main blog I’ll be using.
From the D.Gray-man fandom, whether you’re based on tumblr, dA, livejournal, ao3, ff.net, I need:
- fan fiction writers
- fan artists
- graphic/edit makers (gifs, photosets, edits, icons, panel clean ups, mcaps)
- and anything else you can think of
Give me the notes and I’ll give you hopefully cool things to do over the summer. My attempt is to make things as lively as ff.net was back in ‘10 when I first started off there - it was brilliant. There will be whatever the heck you want: contests, prompts, giveaways (?), projects, collaborations, art trades, commissions, roleplay networks – anything. Just give me the notes. The application is under the cut.
While he had to chuckle at his son’s insistence on calling him a searoo, he also felt an uncomfortable tingle in his spine—and not caused by his arm flailing child across his shoulders. That particular time in his life was hard—tiring and hard—and he didn’t often look back on it, for the fact that he had what it was worth in front of him. He’d long ago learned to disassociate the past where necessary. All in addition to the risks. “Son…I can’t give you a picture of that. It’s dangerous for that kind of physical evidence to be just floating around.”
Mana frowned immediately. “What do you mean? Won’t people already be asking how I was created in the first place…” He felt like crying now. “I promise I won’t tell anyone, especially not daddy.” He started to flail faster, hoping that maybe—just maybe his mom might let him by with this one. It meant more to him than the entire world.
“…when you say picture,” he paused, not really certain he cared to have any specification on Mana’s request, “what exactly do you refer to?” He wasn’t exactly sure what kind of picture Mana wanted and he didn’t know if he was comfortable giving over evidence to his son like that.
“You know…” He flapped his arms nervously. “A picture of you—me and you—us during… that time when you were a full searoo, with daddy…” He bit his lip and looked down, a little embarrassed to ask. He felt like if he had a picture he could remind himself that it didn’t matter how you were created—the warmth in that picture alone would mean everything.
“Next time, kid, I’m just gonna send you back to him and watch the footage from Tim,” he threatened—knowing that Allen got out of a lot of the more difficult topics by being an awkward wuss about it. When Mana got too curious, it usually let to embarrassing stories and/or really…personal details. Allen’s attempt to explain why he and Kanda had been cuddling naked had been nothing short of fuckin hilarious. “So what else, little roo. It’s never that simple, you’re never that easily appeased.”
“Am I allowed to keep a picture?” He threw on his most innocent face, puffing his lip out cutely for good measure. He really wanted this one, really badly. Needed it, even. He needed to hold onto this because it was his mom he was talking about here.
“Yeah yeah, you keep on laughing little roo. I’ll just toss you in a the pond and see you flail with the fishes. You’ll wish you hat more sea in you,” he snorted and waited for Tim to cling to Mana’s face as they left. The training room wasn’t a great place to talk about sensitive information because of sound travelling anyway—outdoors would be much better if it was necessary. “So your chicken dad wouldn’t tell you anything, hm?”
Mana giggled, covering his mouth when he heard his mom call his dad a chicken. “No, he said to go ask you. And that took forever. But it turns out you both turned you into an animal at some point.” He shrugged, weighing his progress. It was easier to get information out of his dad, but his mom’s stuff was more valuable. The only drawback was.. it took more time.
“I’ll show you a pretty searoo,” Kanda twitched, but smirked darkly instead of snapping at the kid. Instead, he leaned down and scooped the brat up—grabbing him by the hip and arm and swinging him up until he had the boy up, teetering across his shoulders—holding him by a leg and wrist while he waltzed the little dork across the training room.
At first Mana was terrified of the look Kanda shot at him at his little comment, but all he could do was yelp in surprise when he was liften up. Soon his own laughter was filling the room as he was seized and then he found himself perched on his mother’s shoulders. It suddenly dawned on him why Tim always nested in his hair—it was so soft and silky, like satin; perfect for nesting.
“That’s still half of a searoo, and how do you know you’re the roo half, hm?” He stopped and just stared at the boy for a long moment—with Tim rolling across the floor between them like a dopey yellow tumbleweed. “I can’t believe you’ve got me talking about searoos. Kid, you’re nuts,” he said before standing, brushing his legs from the dust. He walked over to Mana and stared down at him.
Mana stared up at his mom, admiring the way he looked from down there. Kanda really was beautiful—despite how much he knew Kanda despised that word, even when daddy used it. But it was so true. His long locks framing his angular features that stood out with just enough definition that you could tell he was male. He didn’t really know how to say it well, so he just winged it.
“Mommy, you’re the prettiest searoo ever.”
Kanda leaned closer to the brat and poked his finger into the boy’s forehead and then lightly flicked him. His kid was a little off his rocker, but that was probably largely due to dropping him a time or two. Not a thing he was going to tell him quite yet, though. Allen would have a fit if he knew some of the things that happened when Mana was two and really terrible. “You know, this makes you half searoo, so don’t be makin’ fun of me.”
“Yeah, but you’re a whole searoo. I’m just a… roo.” Mana exploded into a fit of giggles then, which greatly resembled the way his father laughed. He couldn’t help it—thinking about his mom as a kangaroo and a seahorse was kinda interesting in his head.
“You spent months kicking my insides out, so I think…yeah. I’d say we’re a bit on the special side. You certainly weren’t a normal happening and things that aren’t normal are then considered special, no? Though, it’s a completely different kind of special from your father,” he commented and smirked a bit to himself. Taking shots at Allen was amusing to him no matter where the man was.
They young boy smiled to himself, tucking that snide comment Kanda made into some corner of his mind. He’d need it for later for leverage against Allen if he needed something out of him. Sometimes it was too easy to mess with his parents simply with the things they said about each other. “Searoos are a special kind of animal, yes.” He nodded vigorously at this conclusion.