#hollywood undead wallpaper

[olnek-vagy-olelnek]

I don't usually put a watermark on my pictures, but I made these ones.

Feel free to steal them if anyone likes them🩷

[bornjustacastaway]

[gamblingwithmyssoul]

My new wallpaper :). Feel free to use!

[abyssal-endling]

Payday Characters as Shit My Coworkers Did

Closing Shift @ McDonald's

Side note: Duke, Dallas, Bonnie, and the first Jimmy quote all represent my managers.

Jimmy: "I went to the gas station and got some rum, anyone want a rum and coke?"

Duke: "I didn't start smoking until I started working here."

Houston: *takes out hearing aids as we all scream Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead*

Jimmy: "The wallpaper is melting..." (Duke: "we're in a McDonald's, where are you seeing wallpaper?")

Dallas: "Hey, you know its time for your 'smoke break'." (Jimmy: goes outside to smoke a joint)

Houston: "Yeah. uh... the, the fucking.. man. okay." (Bonnie: "It's okay I do drugs, too.") "Not where I was going with that, but okay."

Bonnie: "Why would it make a difference if I fuck my husband in the ass? It's still anal sex, and I'm allowed to donate." (Houston: "Cool, I'm gonna... go do something else.")

Houston: "This man just asked for a fucking McDouble with extra ketchup, extra mustard, add/extra mayo, add/extra mac sauce, and light tartar sauce. Fucking light tartar. Bitch, I'm already making this bog burger, go full tartar. Don't be a fucking coward you already asked for tHE REST OF THE FUCKING BURGER."

Hoxton: "Five minutes into my shift, someone on drive asked me how many nuggets are in a ten piece nugget. I can't fucking do this anymore."

Jimmy: "Someone cut off a bunch of people in drive and pointed a gun at Joy to demand a large fry. Like, it's a McDonald's fry, it's not that serious. Why is this the hill you're dying on?" (Dallas: "Fuck, we have to do a police report, don't we? Last time they didn't show up until four hours later. Goddamnit. I don't have any cocaine either.")

Jimmy, Houston, Dallas, Joy, and Sydney all at once when the clock hits 12AM: "WE'RE FUCKING CLOSED!!!"

[felisa-72]

Fesia Wallpaper

[kaisdrumsticks]

how’d you get into hu??

ive actually been listening to hu when i was young, but i didnt actually become a hardcore fan until later on

i was on youtube (yes i used youtube as a kid), and i was listening to i dont wanna die. the thing was, i actually didnt know it was hollywood undead at the time. like a year later, after finding out hu made the song, i started listening to their other songs. eventually i got hooked on them and havent stopped listening to them since.

now literally all i ever talk about is hu. my phone wallpaper is hu, my cam roll is hu, all my social med pfps is just jdog.

[brxnd-new-dxy]

Dash Game : Get to Know the Mun

What's your phone wallpaper: If imma be honest, my lock screen is normal! Just a close up face pic of my precious fur bby I had to leave in California when I initially moved across state to Iowa back in, what, the end of 2020 I think? I still miss her often. ;v; Now my home screen on the other hand? Uhm, here's the thing. So, uh. My home screen may or may not be a pic I took of some very distressed looking eggs i ended up with in a frying pan that had me laughing. Listen-- I am often like. REALLY easy to amuse/entertain okay. Shh, you leave me alone lol.

Last song you listened to: I'm actually currently listening to music while typing this out. Currently atm it's Hear Me Now by Hollywood Undead lol.

Currently reading: Uhm, do fanfics count? 'Cause there's plenty of those-- ehehe... I don't actually know when the last time I touched an actual book to read was ngl. >.>;

Last movie: Would You Rather, which was a thriller/horror movie

What are you wearing: dark blue t-shirt, dark gray shorts and light blue crocs lol.

Piercings/tattoos: Atm, no tattoos or piercings. I had pierced ears as a small child, but I'm p sure they're healed shut at this point, haven't worn any earrings in many maaany years lol.

Glasses/contacts or both?: I've got glasses!

Last thing you ate: Boxed mac n cheese, which ngl is probs my food obsession atm-- how often I eat it is probs not healthy, but like. It's like wanting to listen to the same song on repeat until you hate it, just with a food. 'Tis v basic and cheap, I know lol.

Favorite color(s): Blue!

Current obsession: Does my confession about mac n cheese count--? There's also Zelda Tears of the Kingdom? Last I saw, (which was maybe a week-ish ago) my switch was telling me I have over 70hrs or so sunk into the game lol. *glances around* cough COD fanfics cough--

Do you have a crush?: If you count fictional characters, sure lol.

Favorite fictional characters: Kagami Taiga and Aomine Daiki from Kuroko no Basuke. Jotaro Kujo from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Zoro Roronoa, Donquixote Rosinante and Chopper from One Piece. Aizawa Shouta and Hitoshi Shinso from My Hero Academia. And Hiruma Yoichi and Sena Kobayakawa from Eyeshield 21 to name just a few-- lol.

Tagged by: @legendreign

Tagging: @ghostprince-rule, @watchfxrthefangs, @theshsllibrarian and whoever else might wanna do this! :3

[discordapples]

PT. 19 Severance

Word count: 1.5k (7 mins read)

Characters: Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow.

Summary

Ominis searches the Room of Requirement for clues about the Collector and finds a strange book. When Sebastian confesses to his friend that he kissed Livia, the two Slytherin boys have an altercation that threatens their friendship's solidity.

Read the next chapter below.

Song list: We Are, by Hollywood Undead.

Ominis | Hogwarts, Early October, 1893.

The Room of Requirement has many seams, all of which Ominis spoors with the tip of his wand first, then with the pad of his fingers.

Aside from the standing mirror—that he is careful not to touch, for he knows this is how the entity gathers precious information on his marks—the room harbors a timeworn mahogany wainscoting, curls of flaking wallpaper and a kingdom of cobwebs lorded over by broods of scuttling spiders.

Cleaving through the stringy meshwork with his wand, Ominis searches and prods and pricks for a loose stitch in the Collector's cunning tapestry.

Soon, Sebastian and Livia will return from their trip to Hogsmeade and Ominis isn't eager to confess his solitary visits to the Room of Requirement.

Three he has made so far. Not only to poke holes in the veil of ignorance, but also to find a way to prevent entry to the Collector's twisted realm altogether.

If the entity can spin a nightmare on the loom of bliss, what can it weave with more sinister emotions?

For an hour, the Slytherin follows knots in the wood to inevitable dead ends; presses against the weathered paneling in search of a hidden contraption that could shift the walls; gropes his way along barbed edges and errant splinters, sighing in annoyance at his lack of success.

And when he is ready to surrender and plod back to the dungeons, his wand pierces through a crumbling plank and hits something with a thud.

Ripping chunks of decaying wood from the wall by the handful, Ominis digs until his fingers land on the spine of a book. His heart caroming in his chest, he pulls it from its improvised shelf, then sits on the floor, peeling it open onto his lap, his wand roving about the page.

Nothing.

His wand pulses feebly against the virgin surface, revealing no etches in the pulp, no pen grooves.

The book is misplaced. Has it been planted there by the Collector to toy with them?

Dragging a thumb along the leather, Ominis quests his mind in search of an explanation, but his conclusions are scant.

Livia described the drove of fingerprints staining the mirror's surface, and it is obvious other students brushed with the Collector the same way they did, which tells Ominis the sundry might belong to one of them.

But it also begs the question: who else at Hogwarts—or beyond—knows about this entity?

Ominis uproots himself from the dusted floor, then ambles out of the room, making for the dungeons with the strange book in tow.

He will stuff it under his pillow and, when the time is right, will interrogate the Mimic at length about it.

But for now, he walks back to the dungeons, his thoughts astir, scrolling by clumps of students and meandering ghosts and flocks of birds as they settle in the eaves for the night.

Outside, the storm is hollering, lapping at the sashed windows, and when Ominis makes it back to the shelter of his dorm, he settles before his desk, then scrounges through his drawer for a curl of virgin paper he endeavors to smooth before filling with letters.

Dear Mr. Dovetail,

My name is Ominis Gaunt. I am an eighth-year student at Hogwarts.

My friends and I gained access to the Room of Requirement through the method you described in your book. Within, we have encountered a sinister entity that branded itself as the Collector.

The presence asked to feed on our emotions in exchange for granting us an object we covet. Once, it has fed on our bliss, leaving us relatively unscathed, but despite the outcome of this first trial, I doubt the entity's motives are benevolent. My friends consider partaking in the leechings, but I know dabbling with this Collector is perilous.

I do not know what I expect from you, Mr. Dovetail, but if you have any information on this Collector, I would be indebted to you if you could share them with me.

With my sincerest regards,

Ominis Gaunt.

* * *

The storm has long thinned into a mizzle when Sebastian makes it back to their dorm. He brings with him the smell of sodden wool, the funk of soot, and a scud of bitterness that fogs over the room.

"How was your jaunt?" Ominis asks him, aware of Sebastian's festering mood.

A cloak puddles onto the floor; a sigh strangle out of a cinched throat. "You invited Livia to the ball."

Not a question. A statement. The kind meant to bludgeon.

"She said yes," is all Ominis offers as an explanation. "If she was yours, she wouldn't have accepted."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means she can make her own decisions," Ominis points out, his mood putrefying likewise. "She doesn't belong to me—or to you, for that matter—if she asks me to release her from her promise, I will, but if she won't, I'll go to the ball with her."

"I knew something happened during the leeching," Sebastian says, releasing, at last, the chimeras he gave shape to in his mind from their bony prison. "She was part of your bliss, wasn't she? Why?"

How Ominis aches to tell Sebastian what it was like to hold her in his arms, or share a slice of peace with her under the celestial canopy of the forsaken garden, or feel the silk of her skin against his palm, but instead he shakes his head, a gossamer line running across his forehead. "Why was she part of yours, Sebastian?"

"Don't deflect the question back to me. You always wiggle out of confrontation because you can't stand the fucking heat."

"What is this truly about, then?" Ominis snarls, the delivery resolutely sharp. "Let me paint the picture for you, Sebastian." He tilts his head, contempt bleeding through his features. "You're scared I have a chance with her, so you show some teeth the minute you feel her slipping away from your grasp. Am I getting hot?" He doesn't wait for an answer before notching another arrow and letting it loose. "You saw us at the lake when she peeled the shirt off my back. You heard her joke around with me in the Undercroft. You're angry I got closer to her than you ever did and now you pathetically ask me to back down. Well I won't."

Sebastian gives an arrogant scoff. "You're wrong on that account, Ominis. I kissed her today, and she reciprocated in full."

The blow lands.

It isn't the hurt that knifes right through Ominis' heart, it's watching the handful of elated memories rot and fall away from his clutch.

Was their time at the lake a lie?

Livia's touch on his skin felt real enough.

Was their moment in the derelict garden a ploy?

Her smile did blossom under this touch.

Was her answer to his request just another falsehood?

Her consent was eager enough.

His jaw tightening, Ominis shakes his head. "You're petty, Sebastian. Imelda was right about that."

"Then join the fucking club," Sebastian bites out, before setting to rummaging through his sundries.

There is the sound of mistreated leather as Sebastian yawns his trunk open, then the hiss of clothes being wrested from a dresser. Books are piled. Drawers are plundered. Hangers are stripped.

He is packing.

"Where are you going?" Ominis asks.

"Why does it fucking matter?" Sebastian shoots back.

Ominis knows he should be pleading with his friend.

But he is spent; smoked to cinders.

For once, he doesn't want to bend to the Slytherin's juvenile impulses.

For once, he'll let him go.

Sebastian lugs his trunk to the door, then yanks it open.

Before he can exit, Ominis angles his face to him, his anger still smoldering behind his cheeks. "I won't be participating in the Collector's other leechings."

He has toyed with the notion for many nights now, laying awake in his bed, tearing scenarios asunder.

If he is ensnarled in the Collector's schemes, he won't be able to pull his friends from its skein.

No.

He will hunt for answers in Hogwarts' murkiest corners.

Sebastian stops under the threshold. The words he serves Ominis are sharp with disdain. "Not even to protect your new flame?"

"I can protect her through other means," Ominis retorts. "Sometimes it's not about indulging someone, Sebastian. Sometimes it's about making the right decision for them."

"How chivalrous of you," Sebastian derides. "But I think you misunderstand her, Ominis."

"Enlighten me."

"She isn't the fragile little thing you think her to be."

Ominis wants to tell him Livia isn't the one he thinks fragile, but something keeps him from adding another score of blemishes on their bruised friendship.

Yet, the next words that leave him—even though intended to make Sebastian snap out of his delusion—only draw more strychnine from the injured Slytherin. "You're on your own, Sebastian."

"I've been from the start, Ominis," Sebastian spits back. "Your friendship was always conditional."

"And yours dependent on assent."

The trunk hisses out of the room and the knob squeaks softly in its socket. Sebastian lingers for another moment, then parts with two words that feel like a severance. "Goodbye, Ominis."

A period, not a comma.

A cut, not a bruise.

"Goodbye, Sebastian."

A candle snuffed out in their darkest hour.

Author's notes

I'm going out of town for 3 days on a little escapade with my mom, which means I'll be either drunk in a ditch or capering along, so I will most likely not have time to write. I'm coming back on Thursday, however, and I intend on making it up to you by posting our next leeching. 👀

If you haven't joined already, we have a charming little discord server that is growing like weeds. Don't hesitate to join on the fun. By the way, we have a roleplaying section that allows you to roleplay with Sebastian and Ominis in a scenario strangely reminiscent of this little fanfiction, so if you're interested it's happening over here: https://discord.gg/FCt7dp77

[astray-wolf]

Ooh thanks @thechaosthatismybrain 😍😍

I tag @maroooonsun and @tired--misu

Share wallpaper: No because its my bf and my brother but here is my screen saver 😊

Last song: In der Natur - Deichkind

Currently reading: Torsten Sträters GuteNachGeschichten

Last movie:.....Battleship xD

Craving: my bed, weed, a coffee

Wearing rn: my black cargo pants, the only pants I wear, Shirt, light jacket, leather jacket with spn theme. And my beloved Hollywood Undead hat ♥️♥️

Height: 175cm.....roughly 12 bananas I think

Piercings: one hole in the left earlobe, two in the right. Thats it

Glasses? Contacts? I used both, I was very short sighted. But I got lasik so now I use neither.

Last drink? Sip of water this morning.

Last TV show? YOU its great

Last thing eaten? Steak with potatoes yesterday. My brother cooked very well ♥️

Favourite colour? Dark, mossy green. And black. In combination with a glimpse of gold its *chefs kiss*

Current obsession: Attack On Titan xD

Unrelated obsession: Playing gamedec and Disco Elysium parallely, then having weird dreams.

Any pets? No but my bf has two cats

Crush? Ill always be crushing on Daniel Murillo and Johnny3Tears from Hollywood Undead. But other than that no, no real people.

Fav fictional character: Kakashi Hatake from Naruto!!!! He will always be my number 1 simp character. Other than that I love Charlie Berg in "The Iron Heart of Charlie Berg"

Last place traveled: My and bf went to Karlsruhe, a town more in the southern reagions of germany (Im from the north). It was great!

This was fun! ♥️

Tagged by @quiltedcottage (also is that you in your new avatar? You are so cute!! 🥰)

Share your wallpaper: ipad will have to do, my desktop is dead

I was in the mood for greenery.

The last song you listened to: Blues for Mama - Nina Simone (I was in a MOOD)

Currently Reading: I am still in between books; I just can’t find one that holds my interest (sometimes this happens) but I am, of course, always reading fic. Currently reading Lonesome Town by green eyes & illusions

Last Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy 2, in preparation to see 3. It had been awhile. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Craving: to go on a road trip - I never get to go anywhere anymore, it feels extremely oppressive, to be quite honest, wanderlust is a part of me and I miss hitting the open road with some tunes and a good friend by my side.

What are you Wearing right now? My pajamas. It’s only 7:30 am here.

How Tall are You? 5’4

Piercings? Just my ears. I hate needles. I admire tattoos but yeah, never gonna happen.

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses to read, sometimes. Other times not needed. It’s just old age.

Last Drink? Oat Milk with nutmeg before bed

Last TV show? Star Trek/DS9 -we’re re-watching it for the 10,000th time

Last Thing You Ate? Double chocolate fudge cake ( I haven’t broken the ol’fast yet. It was last night, I don’t eat all that for breakfast!)

Favorite Color: Purple and green, like Mardi Gras.

Current Obsession: Still Supernatural, I suppose, still brain-rotting (but fun!)

Unrelated Obsession: the palo verde trees are in bloom in Arizona and they look amazing against our blue-skies but damn, they make me sneeze my ass off so I am obsessed with photographing them from a safe distance, lol like this:

Any Pets? Yes, my cat, Kitty B who is whining and meowing very loudly because I am late with The Food (tm) The Food must be given between 6:30 and 7 or his highness is very displeased and I will suffer the consequences.

Any Crushes On Anyone? I tend to have crushes all the time, they are usually fleeting and quick but I do get them on mutuals, on writers, on certain blue-eyed cutie patooties, etc. I think we should all fall in love a little bit every single day. It’s good for the heart muscle (and the imagination!)

Favorite Fictional Characters? Castiel. And Ginny Weasley. And Lois Lane. Jadzia Dax.

Last Place You Traveled: Probably Strawberry, Arizona for my birthday two years ago. Woes. It’s been far too long.

I tag: @thechaosthatismybrain and @cacklingblobbittyrabbitty

[undeadbite]

A nice set of collage wallpapers of the boys (including Da Kurlzz <3). I've had these lying in the drafts for a few while. Please enjoy! Reblog or like if you save and/or use them!

[ismelllikechlorine247]

Here's a post of every wallpaper that I have ever made for the lovely band Hollywood Undead.

I will update it everytime I make a new one.

(Going from oldest at the top and newest at the bottom)

[diddle-my-decker]

「 coming home lockscreens  」

please reblog / like if using 

photos, fonts, and images are not mine // edit are

[bornjustacastaway]

[ilikebandsthatwillnevernoticeme]

City // Hollywood Undead

[xx-edit-the-world-xx]

Hollywood Undead Wallpapers

- I'm pleased with how these turned out -

*fun fact: City was the first song I ever heard from them*

[itsligos]

Also tried something new for my favorite band of all time

Feel free to use, but if you do Like/Reblog