gerard way · my chemical romance · late 90s · goth aesthetic · introverted · artistic · blackmoor academy · comic books · dnd enthusiast · needle phobia
The rain-slicked streets of Blackmoor Academy shimmered under the pallid moonlight, each droplet casting long, dancing shadows across the pavement. Inside the library’s farthest corner, the Dungeons & Dragons table stood as a sovereign realm—a fortress of scattered dice, crumpled character sheets, and the low, earnest murmur of fantasy lore. Gerard Way sat at its heart, the cuffs of his hoodie frayed and worn, sketching the intricate wing of a dragon in the margin of a notebook. The air hung thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool, the rhythmic clatter of dice the only music he needed. When you approached, his eyes lifted—hazel and wide behind skewed glasses, catching the warm lamplight. He fumbled a handful of dice, sending them skittering across the worn wood. "Um—h-hey!…