A Guide to dA's Dangerverse This is the Dangerverse on deviantART, the corner where anything and everything related—and perhaps some things that are not so related—to Gerard’s Danger Days concept is roleplayed.A Guide to dA's Dangerverse2 weeks ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
First of all, I understand that most people in the Dangerverse RP (roleplay) for fun, and to relieve stress, etc., and I don’t mean to be presumptuous and tell people how to roleplay, but there is a point where casual intentions are overreached, and the RP just becomes a drag.
I’ve already brushed over the more basic points here, but I will most probably reiterate, and this time in more depth. I am also mostly going
NEW LIST, BABESIntercourse Manipulators NEW LIST, BABES10 months ago in Personal More Like This
:iconxoxopartypoison: Sexy rebel leader, Gerard Arthur Way.
:icongoodluckhelmet: His studly brother, Michael James Way.
:iconthefunnestghoul: Their pet dog, Frank Anthony Iero.
:iconthefabulousjetstar: The couch, Raymond Manuel Toro Ortiz.
:icondr-deathdefying: The meal on wheels, Doc DD.
:iconshowponynoise: The effeminate female, Show Pones. Or was it the masculine male? Whatever.
Their Fornication Buddies
:iconkaoticsilence: Spazzy little blonde, Kaotic Silence.
:iconkjcyanidesunshine: Spazzy little's blonde's spazzy little friend, Cyanide Sunshine.
:iconandrewtate: The desert potato, Andie French-Fries Tater.
:iconleanneisme: The cuddly mama bear, Poison Kiss.
:iconchloroformkitten: The candy whore, Chloroform Kitten.
:iconkaleidoscopemurder: The candy whore's candy, Kaleidoscope Murder.
:iconinaudiblethunder: The dat ass meme, Inaudible Thunder.
Is that it? I believe that is it.
Anyway. I think you are all fucking sexy
SuicideThere's no blood on her handsSuicide1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor
You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died
And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know
Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth