The name's Johnny Cade. I guess you can ask me things on here? Soda and Pony told me I should make one. To "get new friends, y'know?"
Here's some stuff you should know about me anyway:
I'm 16, so don't be weird.
I'm a greaser and I live on the East side of Tulsa, not that it should matter.
The gang says I got optimism? Or somethin' like that...
/-/he means autism/-/
I'd kill for my friends, so no Socs better try an' mess with 'em.
Don't pity me.
My best friend in the whole world is Ponyboy!
I can deal with the cold pretty well. You get used to it after a while
I never wanna see baloney again..
If I give you my switchblade, just take it. Don't say nothin'. ...Please.
...Don't make me talk about my parents.
OOC!
Hi everybody!! I don't kill him, I swear! /ref
I will roleplay with ANYONE and will be very happy to do so
This is mainly based on musical Johnny, but there are some aspects that might be based on movie and book Johnny.
All I ask is if you send something that doesn't make sense for canon era, don't yell at me for responding cluelessly because Johnny won't know what a labubu is (i do love people confusing him), and no NSFW. He is a minor and is taken (only person he would be freaky with willingly.)
ALSO I may (will) be graphic with things such as SH, Sui, episodes and SA/R@pe aftermath if you are uncomfy, click off and I have tags that you can block! Feel free to make this as comfortable as possible for you. The tags are usually like #tw sh or #tw sa or #tw rape
If this is a bit OOC, I apologize
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-Healed mostly, but has trouble walking sometimes and loses feeling in his legs often
-Trusts Dallas with his LIFE like he would let him do absolutely anything and be completely fine with it
-He just looks up to his big brother a lot
-Dally was the first person that he told he likes boys, and that he's trans
-Because Johnny trusts him way more than he should
-And Dallas was the first one to know/figure out about his sh
-Dally also found out that Johnny's dad was raping him, so he put him on birth control
-Only reason Johnny's living is for his friends
-Ooughh... so tired
-Bro has learned to sleep everywhere and anywhere
-Can either sleep through everything ever like a truck, or the slightest bit of noise can wake him up. Theres no in between.
-Trans FTM
-He really doesn't like thunderstorms and loud noises
-Thunderstorms remind him of when his parents fight, because sometimes the thunder is the only thing that muffles the yelling.
-He sleeps in the lot way too much at very low temperatures, so sometimes he'd just wake up in somebodies house because they wanted him to be safe.
-Has only ever willingly cried around Ponyboy, the other times he couldn't control it at all
-Suicidal to the point where on some really bad days, he has to constantly have someone near him so he wouldn't kill himself because he will find a way.
-Thrives on physical touch but will never ever initiate it
-Touch starved af but averse to most people
-Sweet until hes not
-Very sassy
-Gets overstimulated really easily but never admits it
-Also gets understimulated easily, but not as easily
Here's the gang so far! (update: this list has not been updated since i made it + i will rp with ANYONE you don't have to be on the list i genuinely love interacting with people)
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*Johnny crawls out and bolts out the room, closing the door before Darry can react. He's running for his life down the stairs and out the building, wishing Dally never left.*
I ain't scared o' him, I don't wanna see him. Damnit, I said I don't wanna talk about it, I don't got time t' explain it, now Dar's gonna come out any second now.
*Johnny runs past Dally and starts sprinting somewhere else.*
*He doesn't stop to catch his breath, though his lungs are burning. His ribs are so sore from beating and wearing bandages longer than he should and breathing hard as he is isn't helping any.*
*Darry backs away, slowly, step by step, ready to block the escape route if needed, Dally stays behind.* You think I'm just gonna let you go off in a state like this, man?
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*Johnny crawls out and bolts out the room, closing the door before Darry can react. He's running for his life down the stairs and out the building, wishing Dally never left.*
I ain't scared o' him, I don't wanna see him. Damnit, I said I don't wanna talk about it, I don't got time t' explain it, now Dar's gonna come out any second now.
*Johnny runs past Dally and starts sprinting somewhere else.*
*He doesn't stop to catch his breath, though his lungs are burning. His ribs are so sore from beating and wearing bandages longer than he should and breathing hard as he is isn't helping any.*
*Darry backs away, slowly, step by step, ready to block the escape route if needed, Dally stays behind.* You think I'm just gonna let you go off in a state like this, man?
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*Johnny crawls out and bolts out the room, closing the door before Darry can react. He's running for his life down the stairs and out the building, wishing Dally never left.*
I ain't scared o' him, I don't wanna see him. Damnit, I said I don't wanna talk about it, I don't got time t' explain it, now Dar's gonna come out any second now.
*Johnny runs past Dally and starts sprinting somewhere else.*
*He doesn't stop to catch his breath, though his lungs are burning. His ribs are so sore from beating and wearing bandages longer than he should and breathing hard as he is isn't helping any.*
*Darry backs away, slowly, step by step, ready to block the escape route if needed, Dally stays behind.* You think I'm just gonna let you go off in a state like this, man?
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*Johnny crawls out and bolts out the room, closing the door before Darry can react. He's running for his life down the stairs and out the building, wishing Dally never left.*
I ain't scared o' him, I don't wanna see him. Damnit, I said I don't wanna talk about it, I don't got time t' explain it, now Dar's gonna come out any second now.
*Johnny runs past Dally and starts sprinting somewhere else.*
*He doesn't stop to catch his breath, though his lungs are burning. His ribs are so sore from beating and wearing bandages longer than he should and breathing hard as he is isn't helping any.*
*Darry backs away, slowly, step by step, ready to block the escape route if needed, Dally stays behind.* You think I'm just gonna let you go off in a state like this, man?
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*Johnny crawls out and bolts out the room, closing the door before Darry can react. He's running for his life down the stairs and out the building, wishing Dally never left.*
I ain't scared o' him, I don't wanna see him. Damnit, I said I don't wanna talk about it, I don't got time t' explain it, now Dar's gonna come out any second now.
*Johnny runs past Dally and starts sprinting somewhere else.*
*He doesn't stop to catch his breath, though his lungs are burning. His ribs are so sore from beating and wearing bandages longer than he should and breathing hard as he is isn't helping any.*
*Johnny, in his sickened state was too exhausted to move or protest or act tough. He feels a pang of hurt that Buck actually left, however he still wants to appear okay, so he just buries his face further into his arms.*
*Buck starts to clean up some stuff, he does dishes and wipes down his table. he’s just trying to give Johnny space until he’s comfortable enough to talk or ask for help*
*Johnny closes his eyes in attempt to shut out his mind and ignore the bad thoughts now that he's alone. He's exhausted. He would've stayed in the lot if he wanted to be alone like usual.*
*Johnny lets out a soft exhale he hadn't noticed he's been holding. He's safe and he's limp, practically sinking into him. He's probably going to be embarrassed of this later but he's too sick to deal with it now.*
*Johnny tries to ignore it and doesn't answer again. He has a throbbing headache from the crying and pulling at his hair. He tries to block Darry out and tell his brain to calm down as memories start to come forward.*
*He finally gets the door open, walks to stand as far away from the door as possible.*
I know you're here, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you, but I gotta make sure you're okay. I gotta know, alright? I ain't mad, I ain't gonna do nothing to ya, ya don't gotta talk to me. I ain't even asking you to listen.
But you're one of the people I care about, and look out for. I ain't always doing it the right way, I know that, but if ya ever wanna come over, the door's open, I'll set up the couch, heat some leftovers if ya want 'em, no questions asked. I want ya to know that. I want ya to know that I'm always gonna try to help. I don't care if ya come knocking 'cause the world's too much, if ya need a cut wrapped, no matter what caused it, if ya just need a roof over your head, somethin' to eat, or whatever. It's open for everyone in this gang, including you.
*Johnny crawls out and bolts out the room, closing the door before Darry can react. He's running for his life down the stairs and out the building, wishing Dally never left.*
I ain't scared o' him, I don't wanna see him. Damnit, I said I don't wanna talk about it, I don't got time t' explain it, now Dar's gonna come out any second now.
*Johnny runs past Dally and starts sprinting somewhere else.*
*He doesn't stop to catch his breath, though his lungs are burning. His ribs are so sore from beating and wearing bandages longer than he should and breathing hard as he is isn't helping any.*
*Johnny keeps walking, his arms crossed with his nails digging into his skin. His eyes were darting around, wide and uncontrolled. He seemed like he's headed to his folks' house.*
*There's an annoyed groan and the sound of bottles clattering. Must've been his parents waking up from being passed-out drunk. Johnny's eyes widen and he hops back outside through the window*
*Johnny eventually gets to Buck's and bangs on the door.*
/-/ @ask-buckmerrill nfff /-/
*Johnny's door opens and both of his parents are there. They reek of alcohol and sweat and stomach acid. His mother stares blankly ahead and his dad looks pissed.*
What the hell d'you want knocking on my door like that? Hood.
*He snarls like just being in the presence of Dally disgusts him.*
*Johnny wakes up from the movement of the car and looks around, eyes widening. Dally. His stomach sinks to the floor and his mind darkens. Oh my god. You did this, he's half-dead because of you, you caused this- jump out of the car. Right now. Jump out the car jump out the car jump out the car jump out the car jump out the car-*
*Johnny tries again multiple times to open the door. He sees Dally's split-open knuckles and he breaks his hands free from his grasp, resorting to digging his nails into his throat, tightly clutching.*
*Johnny still has his fingers wrapped around his throat. Oh my god, Dally's hurt because of him, they're all upset, you did this, you did this you did this...*
*Johnny, in his sickened state was too exhausted to move or protest or act tough. He feels a pang of hurt that Buck actually left, however he still wants to appear okay, so he just buries his face further into his arms.*
*Buck starts to clean up some stuff, he does dishes and wipes down his table. he’s just trying to give Johnny space until he’s comfortable enough to talk or ask for help*
*Johnny closes his eyes in attempt to shut out his mind and ignore the bad thoughts now that he's alone. He's exhausted. He would've stayed in the lot if he wanted to be alone like usual.*
*Johnny lets out a soft exhale he hadn't noticed he's been holding. He's safe and he's limp, practically sinking into him. He's probably going to be embarrassed of this later but he's too sick to deal with it now.*
Les' go in there so someone else can have the couch, an' since "ya ain't tired" i'll keep kissin' ya until you are. 'Sides, we don't gotta whisper 'f the doors closed an' I don' wanna wake up yer brothers.
*Johnny, in his sickened state was too exhausted to move or protest or act tough. He feels a pang of hurt that Buck actually left, however he still wants to appear okay, so he just buries his face further into his arms.*
*Buck starts to clean up some stuff, he does dishes and wipes down his table. he’s just trying to give Johnny space until he’s comfortable enough to talk or ask for help*
*Johnny closes his eyes in attempt to shut out his mind and ignore the bad thoughts now that he's alone. He's exhausted. He would've stayed in the lot if he wanted to be alone like usual.*
*Johnny lets out a soft exhale he hadn't noticed he's been holding. He's safe and he's limp, practically sinking into him. He's probably going to be embarrassed of this later but he's too sick to deal with it now.*
*Johnny keeps walking, his arms crossed with his nails digging into his skin. His eyes were darting around, wide and uncontrolled. He seemed like he's headed to his folks' house.*
*There's an annoyed groan and the sound of bottles clattering. Must've been his parents waking up from being passed-out drunk. Johnny's eyes widen and he hops back outside through the window*
*Johnny eventually gets to Buck's and bangs on the door.*
/-/ @ask-buckmerrill nfff /-/
*Johnny's door opens and both of his parents are there. They reek of alcohol and sweat and stomach acid. His mother stares blankly ahead and his dad looks pissed.*
What the hell d'you want knocking on my door like that? Hood.
*He snarls like just being in the presence of Dally disgusts him.*
*Johnny wakes up from the movement of the car and looks around, eyes widening. Dally. His stomach sinks to the floor and his mind darkens. Oh my god. You did this, he's half-dead because of you, you caused this- jump out of the car. Right now. Jump out the car jump out the car jump out the car jump out the car jump out the car-*
*Johnny tries again multiple times to open the door. He sees Dally's split-open knuckles and he breaks his hands free from his grasp, resorting to digging his nails into his throat, tightly clutching.*
*Johnny still has his fingers wrapped around his throat. Oh my god, Dally's hurt because of him, they're all upset, you did this, you did this you did this...*
*Johnny, in his sickened state was too exhausted to move or protest or act tough. He feels a pang of hurt that Buck actually left, however he still wants to appear okay, so he just buries his face further into his arms.*
*Buck starts to clean up some stuff, he does dishes and wipes down his table. he’s just trying to give Johnny space until he’s comfortable enough to talk or ask for help*
*Johnny closes his eyes in attempt to shut out his mind and ignore the bad thoughts now that he's alone. He's exhausted. He would've stayed in the lot if he wanted to be alone like usual.*
*Johnny lets out a soft exhale he hadn't noticed he's been holding. He's safe and he's limp, practically sinking into him. He's probably going to be embarrassed of this later but he's too sick to deal with it now.*
*Johnny, in his sickened state was too exhausted to move or protest or act tough. He feels a pang of hurt that Buck actually left, however he still wants to appear okay, so he just buries his face further into his arms.*
*Buck starts to clean up some stuff, he does dishes and wipes down his table. he’s just trying to give Johnny space until he’s comfortable enough to talk or ask for help*
*Johnny closes his eyes in attempt to shut out his mind and ignore the bad thoughts now that he's alone. He's exhausted. He would've stayed in the lot if he wanted to be alone like usual.*
*Johnny lets out a soft exhale he hadn't noticed he's been holding. He's safe and he's limp, practically sinking into him. He's probably going to be embarrassed of this later but he's too sick to deal with it now.*
*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*
The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.
*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*
Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.
*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*
*Johnny, in his sickened state was too exhausted to move or protest or act tough. He feels a pang of hurt that Buck actually left, however he still wants to appear okay, so he just buries his face further into his arms.*
*Buck starts to clean up some stuff, he does dishes and wipes down his table. he’s just trying to give Johnny space until he’s comfortable enough to talk or ask for help*
*Johnny closes his eyes in attempt to shut out his mind and ignore the bad thoughts now that he's alone. He's exhausted. He would've stayed in the lot if he wanted to be alone like usual.*
*Johnny lets out a soft exhale he hadn't noticed he's been holding. He's safe and he's limp, practically sinking into him. He's probably going to be embarrassed of this later but he's too sick to deal with it now.*
