My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)
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Last published Fri, Jun 24, 2022
Frank Iero has always loved motorcycles.
And Gerard Way, the man with the bright red hair, part of the most famous motorcycle gang around- BL/I- has always been someone he looks up to.
But one day, they get kicked out of said gang. In rebellion they start their own gang, calling it The Fabulous Killjoys and themself Party Poison.
And Frank is all for it.
(I have no idea whether these are the killjoys or members of MCR- I suppose it's a blend)
Cover art and story idea are by my friend Darku (@KobraKidSimp)
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