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 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
First of all, I understand that most people in the Dangerverse roleplay for fun, and to relieve stress, etcetera; 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 to be using the male pronoun throughout this article when referring impersonally, because repeating “his/her” or “he/she,” etcetera, is not only inconveniencing for myself but also hard on the readers.
Epilogue: The EndEpilogue: The EndEpilogue: The End10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ashes fall, spiraling slowly downward like hordes of minuscule angels drifting in clear liquid.
A soft breeze disturbs small mounds of white on the ground, sending portions around debris, blowing small white flecks from alleyways and onto a wide, smooth path―a path which cuts like a rigid river through jagged banks of shattered wood, metal, and stone.
Throughout a long section of the pathway, people mill—aimlessly, it appears, their bare feet padding without destination over dark pavement. Pale sunlight arrows through endless gray clouds, flashing and gleaming over the contours of the parade float seated in the wanderers’ midst.
Quiet reigns, the only discernible sound being the occasional clink of a piece of rubble sent tumbling over the paved street from a careless foot. The stillness of the realm seems to extend end
Kill your darlings.the problem with changing is that you don't really change just a thingKill your darlings.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't really change just your wardrobe or your hair
you change your mind.
and it's not a conscious decision but it is a conscious reminder that
you're not the same little kid
who believed in hate at first sight
and who thought life had just begun (and ended)
you're b(i)(e)tter now, you're a grown up
so fucking act like one!
oh, you're scared. that's okay, have some (balls!) sex
see, now you're allowed to do it, doesn't it make it easier?
and when you realize that, and you notice the changes
you start wondering which one of the voices in your head was right
maybe you were a fake all along
maybe you are a fake now.
there's no doubt you love(d) him, none at all, I'm just saying
he likes Mumford and Sons
and you like Mumford and Sons
but you didn't spend a day under the sun to see Mumford and Sons, did you? (well neither did he)
he wants sweaters and shiny teeth
and you want to dress goth,
maybe glam som