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citta-affiliated allen walker

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hakugafue:

   he’s wandered into the shop by pure accident, following the surge of people that push his body through the door and urge him to stand in line if he wants any. well, he didn’t at first but after stealing a few glances at the plates on tables and hearing what it is that the person in front of him orders, he’s more than interested now.

          “ Gee, you’re definitely hiding a monster inside that little body of yours if you’re gonna be eating that by yourself.  ”     — he laughs goodnaturedly, hand set at his hip while the other props against the counter as he squints at the tiny lettering of the menu.     “ But having a meal all by your lonesome is boring. Are you getting all that to bring to your friends?  ”

a monster, huh? well that’s definitely not too far off, but allen decides to leave that topic unopened. “hey! i’m not little!” he pouts-- one of the few things to really get under his skin and the guy says it in his first sentence.

“friends...? no, it’s... all for me.” hm. allen just now realizes his lack of friends in the city. sure, he didn’t have many back home either, but it’s a little embarrassing when asked about it upfront like this. the boy is silent for a few moments before speaking up again, “if eating alone is so boring, why are you here all by yourself? could you not convince anyone to come with you?” harsh, maybe, but he did call him tiny, so...

[clowndango-blog]

arkspectre:

“Oh please- you were just standing there! Don’t be so hard on yourself..” She takes his hand and stands back up with a little ‘owie’, but once she’s back on her feet- she offers him an apologetic smile.

“I’m not hurt at all please don’t worry, I know I may not look like it but I’m tough!” she starts dusting off her dress “and this fabric is stain resistant, so i’ll be fine”

whoa... what a kind person, he can’t help but smile back at her. she was the one that fell down and she still doesn’t blame him at all...

“you’re tough? i better be careful not to get on your bad side then,”  he allows himself to joke, extending his arm again (this time for a handshake) “i’m allen, by the way. it’s nice to meet you, though i wish it could’ve gone a bit smoother.”

[ectobooze-blog]

@clowndango is ready to paaaaaarty!!!!!!!

   “So I’m standin’ there, BBQ sauce on my titties –” huh, wait, who was she even talking to? This wasn’t her typical High School grounds and this guy looked waaaay too human.

“Wait, wait, wait. And here I thought I was just on one of my usual home-made ‘trips’! Feed me some info bottle blonde maybe i’ll flash you the goods if Iike the answers”

[clowndango-blog]

“t-titties!?” allen echoed, cheeks burning a bright red. coming from the late nineteenth century, that was not a topic he heard about often (not so casually, at least).

scratch that, he couldn’t even keep up with most of what she was saying, but something told him that “the goods” didn’t mean food. “u-um, you’re in hive city... wait, why did you have barbecue sauce on your... y-you know?”

[arkspectre-deactivated20180827]

⭐ @clowndango LIKED FOR A STARTER! ⭐

Maria was absolutely thrilled to be back, there’s nothing like being alive, in a city, which is potentially on Earth! it’s a dream come true. But as she’s gone sightseeing and noticed all the changes, it’s easy to notice her as being distracted.

And so it happens. She bumps agains someone hard enough to fall back on her bum- oh dear, please don’t let this be a first impression.

“Oh!!! I’m so sorry I was just so distracted– I should’ve watched were I was going!!”

[clowndango-blog]

“ah--!” all he could feel was the strong impact of something hitting his body, almost strong enough to knock the burger he was eating out of his hands. his fight or flight response activating, his previously zoned-out gaze looks down at... a young lady on the ground-- oh yikes, is that his fault!?

“i-it’s okay! i should’ve been paying more attention as well!” he offers the girl his hand, utterly embarrassed, “b-but are you alright? you’re not hurt, are you?”

[clowndango-blog]

viciouswhcp:

He puts the hand on eye level, err face level with his own masked face. A unimpressed stare forming. 

 “…Weak. Is this suppose to hurt.” 

 “How about I show this…golem how to cause real harm.”

allen’s eyes widen, timcanpy’s sharp teeth usually would’ve gotten him out of this type of situation by now. who the heck is this guy...?

still, it’s better not to go straight to fighting or anything. “i don’t think that’ll be necessary,” his mouth turns upward into a clearly fake smile, “please let go of him.”

[clowndango-blog]

“muscles, huh....” he’ll get there someday.

[clowndango-blog]

viciouswhcp:

Without a doubt, SiWang hair is huge and spiky all over. Without hesitation he plucks the golem with his huge fingers, , pinched and trapped now. 

 …

 “What is this… a faerie.”

“he’s a golem,” allen corrects the man. he doesn’t make any attempt to free timcanpy because, honestly, he can fend for himself. “i would recommend that you let go of him though, sir.”

as if on queue, the small creature opens his mouth and chomps down on his captor’s finger.

[clowndango-blog]

@viciouswhcp

“wait, tim!”

allen calls after the small golem as it zooms through the sky, wings flapping as fast as a hummingbird’s. the comical chase lasts for a couple minutes until timcanpy eventually lands on a large stranger with a mask, nuzzling into his hair.

“i-i’m sorry, sir,” the boy manages to apologize through heaving breaths, “tim, get down from there!”

[clowndango-blog]

bookmanjr:

“ah, shit, tim!” lavi cries as the golem chomps down into his arm. sure, the thing was small, but damn if it’s teeth didn’t hurt! he brushes the creature off of him and quickly looks back up, just to see allen sprinting in the opposite direction.

“hey, wait, alle-”

pfft. he fell. lavi supresses a snort of laughter and quickly jogs over to the other exorcist’s side, pasting a warm smile across his features.

“c'mon, allen, ya ain’t gonna get rid o’ me that easy! if you run, i’ll just follow you, y'know~?”

the bookman laughs again and grabs the other by his hand, pulling him to his feet.

great. not only does he fail his escape attempt, he succeeds in making a giant fool of himself. luckily it’s just lavi who sees his screw-up (he makes a fool of himself on a daily basis.)

“lavi...” his gaze lingers as his hand falls back to his side. despite the teasing tone in the bookman’s voice, the words seem kind. “i left the order for a reason. i’m a danger to everyone there, including you.”

timcanpy flies over to allen’s shoulder, baring his teeth in an attempt to intimidate the other. “if the fourteenth took control and hurt you,” there’s a shake of his head, he can’t let his feelings get hold of him, “it’s better if you don’t follow me anymore, not now.”

[clowndango-blog]

@hakugafue

for a guy of average height -- or a guy of any height, really -- allen definitely eats way more than anyone would expect. not like he can control it, though! he’s just hungry all the time!

“i’ll have four of these, and two of those! oh, and three orders of that! actually, can i have another order of the jelly-filled ones? and--” wait, there’s someone else behind him in line, or at least that’s what it looks like.

he turns to the stranger with a sheepish smile, “i-i’m sorry, this might take a while!”

[clowndango-blog]

@amourfleurissant

“royal flush!”

the poker hand is announced with a sinister smile, one that definitely doesn’t match the face it’s plastered on. the opponent responds with a throw of his last betting money in a sniffling fit-- another sucker who dared to challenge the great allen walker in a gambling match.

as the loser mopes away from the scene, allen looks up at a blond stranger nearby, evil nature hidden away in merely a second. it’s best to act innocent, after all.

“hello, sir~!” he greets, cards shuffling in his hands, “would you like to sit and play a game? poker? blackjack? go fish?”

[clowndango-blog]

alrighty!!! its about time i make a starter call soooo~

give this bad boy a like for a starter of who-knows-what size! capping at 3

[clowndango-blog]

allen walker || d. gray-man

usually a good boy but has a surprisingly dark side

fights demons on a daily basis, no biggie

will eat ALL of your food

but don’t even try eating his food or you’re dead, kiddo

has a very fucked up past.. yikes

good luck getting him to show his genuine feelings!!!

oh, he was a clown too at some point, so that’s pretty cool

[clowndango-blog]

bookmanjr:

lavi’s confused. like, really confused. this wasn’t like allen at all- the two of them were pretty tight, after all, and for allen to be acting like this… something must be seriously wrong.

a feeling of concern worms its way into his mind, though again, he reminds himself that wasn’t supposed to happen. lavi quickly supresses any outward display of his real feelings like a pro, flashing allen a crooked smile.

“ehhhh? you, dangerous? no offense, allen, but you’re about as dangerous as a puppy, y'know?”

he takes a step forward and gently pokes a finger against the other exorcist’s stomach, lopsided grin falling and being replaced with an exaggerated crestfallen look.

“c'mon, what’s gotten into ya? ain’t you happy to see me?”

he’s just gonna keep the jokester charade up, and not bring up the fact that allen had activated crown clown of all things.

lavi isn’t the only confused one in this situation; allen’s eyebrows crinkle together at the bookman’s behavior. he knows that he has a noah inside him, so why’s he acting like that isn’t the case? lavi’s definitely weird sometimes, sure, but this is pushing it.

“that’s not my point! the fourtee--!” he stops at the side-poke. face completely blank. of course he’s happy to see lavi, they’re best friends, after all, but... he’d never forgive himself if he hurt him. his heart pangs once again.

timcanpy chomps down on lavi’s arm, hard enough to create a decent distraction. “i’m sorry!” with the now-given opportunity to escape, allen begins to run the opposite way, ignoring the thoughts of regret running through his head.

“ah--!” aaaand he trips and bonks his head right on the floor.

[bookmanjr]

@clowndango

the redhead steps out of his apartment, pulling his thick red scarf snug around his neck and stretching out his arms above his head. what a day.

for the third time, the bookman’s apprentice had found himself trapped in the hive. it’s definitely not the worst thing in the world- compared to back home, hive city was peaceful, and the people were friendly enough.

that said, it was kind of lonely. he knew he wasnt supposed to feel loneliness, but.. it was hard not to, what with how close he had been growing to the other members of the order- especially a certain three.

his thoughts are interrupted by a voice calling down the empty hallway for directional assistance, and an oddly familiar voice, at that.

was that… allen? a glance stolen at the figure down the hall confirms it to be so. after all, no one else that young has stark white hair, not that lavi’s seen.

“yo, shortstack!” he calls out, cupping his hands around his mouth. “i got dinner for ya if you come ‘ere!”

not waiting for the others reply, he briskly jogs down the hallway to say hi to his best fri- he means, coworker, resting an elbow on the others head teasingly.

“fancy seein’ you here! an’ here i thought i was gonna be all alone~”

[clowndango-blog]

it took the exorcist a good long while to find the apartment complex he belonged in (“a while” meaning “about three hours”). his sense of direction was probably never going to improve by this point in his life, but at least he had timcanpy to rely on.

in the middle of asking the other residents how to find his specific room, he heard a voice that he could recognize anywhere, even though he’d been apart from it for so long. his heart jumped in longing, but he quickly suppressed it.

“l-lavi..”

so that’s how he got into this situation, a certain redhead’s elbow pushing him down. thoughts swirled in his head, distracting him from the blatant teasing-- what is he even supposed to say right now? he vowed to stay away from the other exorcists for their own safety, so should he run? but he hasn’t felt the presence of the 14th since he’d arrived... no, he doesn’t want to risk it. he can’t risk it. 

activating crown clown, he removes himself from his best friend, backing away slowly. “i-i’m sorry, i can’t... i don’t want you getting hurt, lavi. you know i’m... dangerous.” 

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

on prior reserve, here's allen walker from d. gray-man! app is in the sidebar or under /app

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in apartment Z-1!

Your retained ability to utilize innocence can be used twice per day for five minutes, allowing you to access your initial crown clown state!

You will be given a wooden sword!

You can keep Tincampy, but he will not be able to change his size or weight!

Enjoy your stay!

–Mod oo4

[magicalinspo]

all this pain, all this turmoil… it’ll be worth it one day.

                                                                i know it will.