#fuck js paint this was soo

[tamaruaart]

who do i think i am

#this is hard #ms paint #js paint #the colors D: #The face made me mad #so i did that #happy halloween #even tho its march #that doesnt matter #i drew a witch :D #fuck js paint this was soo #:/ sigh

[vivaladicamillo]

RYAN DUNN WITH A GOTH AND METALHEAD GN READER

heyy yalll im backkk, took a little break for a bit but IM BACK BABYYYY, ive been getting into goth culture a lot as of recent and have been changing my style to fit around it more so this is js a silly little thing to fuel my brain ☺️☺️ enjoyyy

WARNINGS: none

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GOTH

ok so really i think ryan would LOVEE a goth s/o

but it depends on the era of him

if we r talking BEGINNING of cky days i feel like he would be into it but NEVERRR let yk abt it

if we r taking 1999 ryan oh my god hed fall in love with u then and there

we all know back then he had a little thing for more hardcore women (COUGH COUGH YALL EVER SEEN GLOREN BRO, the leather jacket RYAN WE KNOW WHO U RR)

i feel like he would be curious about it

just with how intricate the style is

i feel like hed be into all the styles of goth ngl, hes js so curious on how it all works

the closet thing hes really seen of goth is bam fanboying over ville

soo not much to compare it too

i feel like he would ask so many questions

just like “where do u find clothes like that??” “how long does it take u to get ready?” js air headed questions

if u started dating him tho oh my god hes a sweetheart

anything halloween related that looks edgy in the slightest he will buy and say it reminded him of u

will help tie up corsets, clip on necklaces, and always have a spare pair of flat shoes on him just incase ur heels start to kill ur feet

obsessed with the make up, he thinks its so cool (and so hot)

oh bam is lowkey so jealous

especially if u are a fan of ville

ryan would try and color match his shirts to ur outfits

u wearing red? his shirt is gonna be red

purple? he has a purple button up somewhere

hes js so in love w u he doesnt care

will be the type of guy to run to the store last minute to get accessories for an outfit for u

also will buy u those overly expensive edgy ass heels from the store bc he know u will rock them

probably has tried on some of ur platformed shoes or heels and busted his ass

bam would probably be there dying laughing bc of it

or he would casually put on a hair piece or some necklaces and imitate you (he swears it out of love)

honestly would let u give him a gothic makeover, js dont show bam

he doesnt reallyy get whats going on but he loves it anyways bc he loves u

METALHEAD

oh he thinks ur so cool

depending on what metal genre u prefer he would listen to so many songs from it

i feel like he’d be a little intimidated at first bc mf thinks HIM and CKY is hardcore

he will buy patches for ur battle vest

love hearing u go on about the bands

WILL GO TO CONCERTS WITH U

warning tho hes gonna try and fucking stage dive into the mosh pit

hes gonna get his ass KICKED

loves ur accessories

the gauntlet cuffs, the bullet belts he thinks its so edgy and cool

hes a little scared of the corpse paint tho

hes seen bam do it but never fully going out with it

when he walks into the room and see u just with two massive black holes for eyes a white face and a frown drawn on it kinda scares him for a second

but he thinks its so cool after he realized

wants u to do it on him

literally if u do he will js be staring in the mirror of a good 20 lins is awe

will go to bar shows with u

cant fight for shit tho so if someone starts shit goodluck LMAOOO

lowkey would grow his hair out bc one of ur fav bands fav members has long hair

hes wayy more into this probably then the gothic vibe but tbh ryans such a sweetheart if he liked u, HE LOVEDDD u

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hey yall so hope u enjoyed, ive been really into both these scenes recently and broo the goth metal style is my favvv, its hella cool. i need to start writing on here again lmk if i should do other cky/jackass members with different styles and genre loving readers!! byeeee :))

#jackass #cky crew #cky x reader #cky4 #cky2k #ryan dunn #ryan dunn fluff #ryan dunn x reader #rip ryan dunn we miss u ! #Spotify

[thehandflextm]

My Immortal...but make it Pride and Prejudice

For my final project, I decided to rewrite My Immortal (the infamous fanfiction) as if the original author were writing a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction instead of a Harry Potter one! I do not own My Immortal nor do I own Pride and Prejudice! Basically none of this is my original text, all credit goes to Tara Gilesbie and Jane Austen.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! Dis stry is like if lizzy wuz goth so itz nut boring! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Lizzy Dark’ness Dementia Raven Bennet and I have long curly brown hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I live in a town called Longbourn with my parents, my three younger sisters, and one older sister (I’m twenty). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Longbourn. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Lizzy!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Fitzwilliam Darcy!

“What’s up Mr. Darcy?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my sisters call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My sister, Jane (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length blond hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Mr. Darcy yesterday! Did you know he has ten thousand a year?!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Mr. Darcy?” she asked as we left our shared bedroom and went downstairs.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Mr. Darcy knocked on the door! One of the servants opened the door and he  walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Charles Bingley and I are hosting a ball at Netherfield Park” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love going to balls!. Dancing is my favorite thing to do, besides reading or walking or drinking blood.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK I KNO THEY DIDNT HV GOFF CLOSE N 1800S!! I JS WNT THEM TO BE GOHT! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN!.

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On the night of the ball I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the ball.

I went outside. Mr. Darcy was waiting there in front of his carriage. He was wearing a his normal fancy clothes and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Mr. Darcy!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Lizzy.” he said back. We walked into hisblack carriage and drove to NetherfieldWhen we got there, we both hopped out of the carriage. We went to the dance floor and danced together.

“That violinist is so fucking hot.” I said to Mr. Darcy, pointing to him as he played, filling the room with his amazing music.

Suddenly Mr. Darcy looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Mr. Darcy sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know him and he’s not even rich.” I said disgustedly.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Mr. Darcy. After the ball, we drank some wine Mr. Darcy and I crawled back into the carriage, but Mr. Darcy didn’t go back to Longbourn, instead he drove the carriage into……………………… the forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok lizzy’s name is LZIZY nut mary su OK! DARCY IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“MR. DARCY!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Darcy didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Lizzy?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Mr. Darcy leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Mr. Dacry kissed me passionately. Darcy climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Mr. Bennet!

Chapter 5.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the breakfast room, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He was wearing red contact lenses just like Mr Darcy’s. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko. He was here with some other officers to visit my sister, Lydia.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s George Wickham, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Mr. Darcy came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 6.

AN: stop flaming ok! i skipped time cuz the middle is boring lul so jus pretnd it al happned!MCR ROX!

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I was trying to sleep when suddenly, an horrible woman with beady eyes and wrinkly skin and everything started knocking on the door! She was wearing all black but it was obvious she wasn’t gothic. It was…… Lady Catherine de Bourgh!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Lady Catherine grabbed my arm and I couldn’t run away.

“Let me go!” I shouted at her and scratched her arm. Lady Catherine fell on her but and started to scream. I felt bad for her even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Lizzy.” she yelled. “Thou must not marry Fitzwilliam Darcy!”

I thought about Mr. Darcy and his sexah eyes and his black hair. I remembered that Mr. Wickham had said that Mr. Darcy was evel, but he told me himself it was all Wickham’s fault!

“No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” she yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall tell everyone about how Lydia and Wickhma had sex before marriage !”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Lay Catherine got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on her face. “Everyone thinks that already.” she answered cruelly. “And if you doth marry Darcy, then thou know what will happen to your sister!” she shouted. Then she ran away angrily.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Dracy came into the house.

“Mr. Darcy!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you were mean to Mr. Wickham.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed “Will you mary me?”

“Yes!!” i said exitedly and we went back into Longbourn together making out.

Chapter 7

AN: well I hav noffing 2 say but evrt1 stup glamming ok!!111 if any gofik ppl r reading dis den u rok!!!11 omfg im leeving dubya pretty soon kant wait!!! Diz wil prolly be da last chaptah until I kum bak.

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Mr. Darcy and I went to Jan’e swedding to Mr. Bingley and we were all happy and clapped when they kissed! Even tho I’m goth, I stil love my sister and am glad she’s happy. Mr. Darcy and I announced our engagement and everyone was happy. My mom fainted with hpapiness because she knew he was rich lolz. My dad didn’t want tme to marry him at first bcuz he though Drayc was meant to me but I told him i loved him so it wuz ok.

Whe got married and i wore al black corest, red fishnets on my legs and purple fishnets on my arms ,a blakc lace vail, and a lether black skirt. Mr Darcy told me I was beautiful and now we’re married!

[chocolatemillkk]

Darkest before the Dawn (JS+Buttercream)

Request: one without a y/n or character or anything, literally just the buttercreams- with super depressed joe??? like he’s withdrawing and insecure n anxious and shit and they’re all getting more and more worried and have meetings without joe to discuss how to help, and joe finds them one day? and he’s a mess and v skinny n tired n crying and they all comfort him but he hates accepting help as we all know...happy ending

It was a little different to write w/o a main reader because I wanted to try to get the boys' perspectives so i hope it's not completely terrible?¿ 😟 Thanks for the fresh idea though! :)

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Caspar had been glancing at his friend all evening, wondering how exactly to order his words for his message to get through. He found that oftentimes, his words were misinterpreted, he was too brash or too blunt, and he definitely did not want to be too brash or too blunt with Joe. Especially now.

Joe was always a skinny guy but the boys hadn't seen Joe in this state before. Joe was lacking his usual enthusiasm, not returning the boys' banter, and looking tired all the time. His bags were grey, his prided hair was flat and dull, and his body was reminiscent of an malnourished boy. It didn't make for a very pretty picture.

"Maybe it's a phase," Jack offers after Joe leaves early to go home. Jack bites his lip, however, betraying his true worry.

"Mate, even if it is we still have to do something about it." Conor looks at his brother like he's an idiot.

"He's withdrawing from us and we have to show up at his house to get him to come out!" Caspar points out. "He seems very tense and anxious I'm worried guys."

"But he hasn't said anything," Jack says. "Shouldn't we respect his space?"

"Fuck his space!" Caspar shouts. Too bluntly, too brash.

"If we give him space he's never going to ask for help. We know Joe enough to know that." Josh sighs. "We need like an intervention."

"He'll feel under attack," Jack points out.

"How about I try talking to him first. Then one of you can have a go too," Caspar suggests and the boys agree.

So Caspar shows up to Joe's on a random Thursday evening with a case of beer and a few video games from his own collection.

"Caspar I'm not feeling too well," Joe tries to lie his way out of it but since Caspar was already there, he enters uninvited.

"Soo," Caspar says after a couple rounds of the game. He notices Joe picking at his thumb, fidgeting and uneasy. "Joe I'm concerned about your recent behaviour."

"I'm fine," Joe says immediately. "Nothing's wrong mate."

"You don't look like you're well," Caspar ignores Joe. "Do you want to talk about it? Are you stressed about something?"

"Aren't we always stressed about something?" Joe tries to change the subject with a laugh but Caspar is unrelenting.

"Buddy, I don't want to force you to answer but I'm here okay?"

Joe goes quiet and fiddles with his game joystick. Caspar watches his best friend swallow hard. "Thanks, should we go for another round?"

So that's what the two do.

Jack goes next, he calls Joe eight times the next day but he doesn't pick up once. He texts him too until he responds.

Joe: Feeling unwell. Maybe another time.

Joe was withdrawing from everyone else and that wasn't good.

Jack: Just come out with the gang. We haven't seen you in a while

Joe: You lot will have more fun without me anyway so just go on

Jack: What are you on about we miss you when you keep staying home

Joe: I'm busy.

Jack knew he pushes too hard. Damn.

Josh's tactic was to call Joe and Uber and have him delivered right to his doorstep. Joe showed up at his flat with messy hair, looking upset. But he doesn't say anything. He finds a spot on the couch and sinks further and further in as the night goes on, nursing a single beer and zoning out to the boys around him. The boys exchange many worried glances.

"Hey Joe wanna hear my new single?" Conor flops down beside him, invading his space and forcing Joe out of his fog.

"What?" Joe asks.

So in the most awful voice Conor can muster he begins to sing, "I've got a friend Joe and he's feeling pretty low and I dunno..." Conor peeks at Joe but he doesn't crack a smile.

"Reckon that needs some work," Joe sighs and picks himself up. He walks off to the bathroom.

"What the hell was that?" Jack glares at his brother.

"What? That usually makes him laugh."

"Well he's obviously not in the laughing mood," Jack rolls his eyes.

"Why's he in this mood?" Mikey asks.

"If we knew we would be doing something about it wouldn't we?" Jack snaps.

"We just need to force it out of him now," Caspar thinks.

"Did you see how skinny he's gotten?" Mikey asks.

"We should sit him down." Caspar reitterates.

The room goes silent as the boys ponder the task at hand. Joe walks into the heavy silence and looks around confused.

"Joe you need our help," Caspar tries a new angle.

"What?" Mikey shakes his head.

"That sounded really appealing Caspar," Josh rolls his eyes.

"I don't get it," Joe stays in place.

"Mate you look terrible," Conor tries but once again everything they say comes out wrong.

"Thanks for reminding me," Joe says drily. "Maybe I'll call it a night."

"Wait," all the boys try to get him to stay but there are too many voices at once.

"Joe we know you're feeling down and anxious but you have to talk to us!" Caspar tugs Joe's arm.

"You can't be so bloody stubborn all the time!" Jack shouts out.

"I can't talk about it right now," Joe moves to leave.

"You can't or won't?" Caspar shows concern for his best friend. But Joe turns his face away, he was tired and he was going back home. They wouldn't understand anyway.

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Joe slipped under covers when he went home. The night sky turns to dawn which turns to day which sets into the afternoon, dusk, and back to the night sky. Joe only gets up once through the changes. Another cycle goes by and another. And none of the boys reach out to Joe. They snap him when they hang out, an indirect invitation to come along. But they leave him be.

Joe lays under his covers, he was stressed and depressed again. The last time he was like this it took his old roomate Caspar to pull him out but even Caspar couldn't help now.

Joe thought a lot. He overthought a lot too. About his work and his friends and what he meant to them. He thought about how disappointed his viewers must be that he'd missed last week's upload or how he always managed to disappoint his friends. No body understood him anyway.

On the Thursday, it was time for Joe to step out of the house. All his food was gone and he was running out of toilet paper. One foot after the other, he drags himself to a Tesco. That's where he bumps into a few of his viewers.

"Oh my gosh it's Joe," one of them tells her friend as they approach him. Joe wished so hard the invisibility cloak existed so he could wrap himself in it. Instead, he paints on a pleasant expression and greets them.

"You missed your last upload!" The other says. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Joe lies through his teeth. "I'm sorry about that I'll be back this week!"

Joe takes a selfie with them and forgets the toilet paper and the groceries. He rushes out of the Tesco and stands in the middle of the sidewalk, trying to ground himself.

An Uber, he needed to call an Uber.

But it takes twice as long to actually get his phone out and by the time he's pinpointed where he needs to go and gotten the Uber the tears are already spilling onto his cheeks. His driver simply hands him a tissue and drives him to the complex he requested.

The boys are gathered playing video games when Joe knocks on the door. Conor is the one to get it and when he sees a pitiful Joe sniffling outside the door he pulls him in and guides him to the living room.

"Joe," Josh pauses the video and everyone watches Joe sit on the sofa.

"I can't keep doing this guys. I'm just so tired all the time and I can't keep up and you lot...I keep letting you down and I'm letting myself down too and I know you want to help but it's so hard to accept it I-I'm not well you were right but I don't know what to do."

"Aw mate," Jack is the first to lean over and wrap Joe in a hug. So of course, Conor leans against his brother and joins. Mikey comes around and wraps his arms around the whole group. Josh gets up from his seat and with his force they all stumble and land in a heap on top of Joe, still hugging him.

Caspar walks out of the bathroom to see the pile up of his friends on top of a smiling Joe-a rare sight in the last few weeks.

"Joe!" He shouts and flops down on top of everyone.

A chorus of groans ring out as the boys are squished and Joe shouts out in pain from the crushing weight on his body. But it's also as if the pressure of all the love around him finally grounds him-it finally shifts his perspective after weeks of darkness. And even though there was a long long way to go, Joe finally saw it. There, right on the horizon of his dark days was a faint light; small but warm and welcoming.

#joe sugg imagine #joe sugg imagines #joe sugg #thatcherjoe imagines #thatcherjoe imagine #thatcherjoe #youtube imagines #fic #buttercreams #buttercream #caspar lee #jack maynard #conor maynard #i hope I did the request justice #I was having a hard time getting it right