[johnnytcst]

moved muse to @underappreciiated !! see you there!

[johnnytcst]

(( Hey guys, I’m going to be moving Johnny over to his own blog like he deserves. Sorry it’s been kinda dead here, but it’s been something I’ve been debating on for a long time. It’ll have the same url & i’ll post when im done... so... See you there! ))

[reflectionadmircd]

You like greasers with a big of an ego? What about dudes who wear sunglasses at almost all times? In other words, do you like Johnny Bravo?- Oh, who am I kiddin'? Of course you do!

Wanna show that? Then go ahead and press that like or reblog button to become buds with this totally awesome dude!

[thingsforrp]

Disastrous cooking starters

“How on earth did you get rice on the ceiling?”

“Is that an eggshell?”

“Did you even cook this pasta?”

“For your own health you should cook dinner”

“Last time I cooked I set the fridge on fire”

“How much sugar did you put in this?”

“Wait you’re supposed to stir it first?”

“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?”

“The icing will cover the mistakes”

“Did you buy this instead of cooking?”

“Can you taste the eggshells?”

“Oh that’s what beating eggs means”

“Don’t flip the pancakes, please”

“I’d say ‘feed it to the birds’ but I think it’d kill them”

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briilliance‌:

@johnnytcst continued

“Really!? That would be so cool!” The brunette squealed as her hands rested over her face, chubby cheeks squished lightly under Mabel’s palms. Just by looking into her eyes one could tell she was already daydreaming about beautiful golden locks of flame and lava cascading over her shoulders.

She looked stunning.

Literally “hot” in every sense of the word.

Then the image popped, realization hitting her before Mabel’s shoulders dropped. “I wish I could but my parents said I couldn’t touch my hair anymore after I shaved it off for a Youtube Video.” 

“Huh? Oh! This old thing? I made it myself!” Poking the boom box pattern over her stomach, a muted 90′s bop began playing out of it.

“Yeah, no problem!” He smiled, making a shoo motion with his hands. “Well... you know, your parents said YOU couldn’t touch your hair, but did they say anything about someone ELSE touching it?” He looked smug, and nudged her with his elbow at this. He was ALWAYS down for bending the rules and finding loopholes, and messing with someone else’s hair was just the way to do it.

“Also, hey, that’s so cool! You must be REALLY good with inventions and stuff, huh? How many songs does that thing have? Man, I wonder if my sisters would ever make something like that.”

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desoxyns‌:

lips  part  slightly,  allowing  his  mouth  to  form  a  surprised  o,  when  johnny  seems  to    his  hand  with  all  of  his  might  —   once  he’s  recovered,  kevin  gives  the  kid  a  soft  smile  that  says  everything’s  gonna  be  fine,  &  returns  with  a  brief,  reassuring  squeeze  before  relaxing  his  own  grip  somewhat.  ❝  sure  thing,  ❞  the  drug  dealer  replies  —  &  with  that,  he  leads  johnny  down  the  sidewalk,  shoulders  hunched  slightly.  his  own  paranoia  is  a  little  more  serious  (  &  justified  )  than  johnny’s  fear  of  cats,  but  he  knows  those  aren’t  the  things  that  define  how  scared  someone  is.  if  anything,  he  understands  how  it  feels  to  dread  the  things  that  may  or  may  not  be  lurking  in  the  shadows  …  &  this  makes  him  all  the  more  determined  to  help  johnny  feel  safe.

it  doesn’t  take  them  long  to  come  across  an  open  fast  food  place,  the  buzz  of  fluorescent  lights  practically  audible  as  soon  as  they  become  visible  from  the  dark  street.  it’s  a  burger  king,  because  their  fries  are  kevin’s  favorite  &  it’s  the  closest  chain  restaurant  he  can  think  of  that  isn’t  super  sketchy.  he  opens  the  door  up  for  johnny  &  ushers  the  boy  inside,  straightening  up  once  they’re  no  longer  in  the  darkness.  he  stands  up  by  the  register,  scratches  his  five  o’clock  shadow,  then  looks  down  at  the  blonde  he’d  towed  here  with  another  gentle  expression.  ❝  you  can  order  whatever  y’want.  ❞

Johnny wasn’t sure where there going, but anywhere that WASN’T an alleyway that wasn’t full of CATS was better by a long shot. He stuck closely to Kevin’s side, his hand never once loosening it’s grip from his -- he felt a little childish and silly for  “Wait... r-really? I can get... anything?” Immeadiately any terror he’d retained melted away and a goofy smile slowly spread across his face, a twinkle in his eye. 

“Heehee... Can I get a chicken nugget kid’s meal? Chicken nuggets are good...No wait, a cheeseburger! No, a cheeseburger AND kids meal! I’m staarving...” His arms were up in the air, waving excitedly as he threw his head back, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘starving’. As if on cue, his stomach let out an embarassingly loud rumble, and Johnny’s cheeks heated up just a bit. He felt bad about asking so much -- which really was unusual for him, but this was a stranger and he hated spending stranger’s money. Or in this case, probably wasting it. The little excited grin and sparkles in his eyes vanished and he corrected himself with an apology.

“Oh, uh, sorry, aheh. I haven’t ate in a few days so I’m suuuper hungry. You don’t have to get me everything, so just pick one. Uh, if you want, I can go pick out a seat and sit at it!” 

[johnnytcst]

Kevin: "Eat with a fork! You're not an animal!"

Johnny: "Yeah but I'm a mad man!"

Kevin: "I know you are but have some MANNERS"

[fembusted]

BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I’VE FINALLY GOT THE DIRT ON YOU! 

[desoxyns]

"You're a really cool dad." ( johnnytcst )

unprompted  ask  from  @johnnytcst.

at  first,  he  can’t  believe  what  he’s  hearing.  that’s  mostly  because  he  never  thought  he’d  be  anything  close  to  a  father  —  he  can’t  even  make  friends,  so  he  never  imagined  himself  with  a  family  …  johnny  had  definitely  been  an  unforeseen  development  in  his  life,  but  so  are  most  good  things,  right?  as  soon  as  the  blatant  shock  fades  from  his  expression,  it’s  replaced  by  a  mischievous  smile.  ❝  oh,  yeah?  ❞  he  replies,  one  eyebrow  quirked  as  he  crouches  down  to  johnny’s  level  &  ruffles  the  boy’s  fiery  hair.  ❝  well,  i’m  only  a  really  cool  dad  ’cause  i  got  the  coolest  son  ever.  ❞

[johnnytcst]

ABOUT THE MUSE

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG

GENERAL

Name: Jonathan Test Nickname(s): Johnny, Matchstick, Johnny X, Kid With The Fiery Hair Age: 11 Species:  Human

PERSONAL

Morality:     lawful  /  neutral  /  chaotic  / good  / grey  / evil Sins:     lust  /  greed  /  gluttony  / sloth  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath Virtues:     chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  / humility  /  kindness /  patience  / justice ( mostly when he’s his hero form ) Primary goals in life: Honestly? Hardly any. He doesn’t know what to do with his life other than git gud at viddy games and skate sometimes. And be a Lab Rat.

PHYSICAL

Build:     slender  /  scrawny /  bony  / fit   /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  / babyfat ( mostly on his face )  / pudgy / obese Height:  3′10 Weight:  Slightly below average: Despite looking like he has a lot of baby chub, he’s pretty skinny & often wears super baggy clothes to cover this. Scars / Birthmarks: LBR; With the experiments his sisters do on him? Probably a LOT, but none where the parents could immediately see them.  His birthmark is shaped like a radioactive symbol.  Abilities / powers:   As Johnny X, he’s got Hurricane Hands & fire breath, as well as shapeshifting powers. ( i’m.. choosing to disreguard the “power poots” cuz... it just makes me feel so weird to write out fiery farts so  uh. yeah. changed. )

FAVORITES

Favorite food:  Nachos Favorite drink:   Red Gush ( soda ) Favorite color(s):  Honestly, he’s kind of a mess when it comes to colors -- but black seems to be in a LOT of his wardrobe, soo...let’s go with black! Favorite music genres:  Punk Rock & chiptune Favorite book genres:  Comic books ( is that even a genre, though? ) Favorite movie genres:  HIGH OCTANE ACTION MOVIES Favorite season: Winter! He LOVES to ski, he loves snowdays, and once accidentally caused a month long snow storm that left Porkbelly COVERED in snow & trapped in their houses. Favorite curse word(s): NONE, he doesn’t cuss! Favorite scent:  Doesn’t really have one in particular. As long as it’s food and it smells good, he’ll love it.

FUN STUFF Sings in the shower:  Always. Likes bad puns: BIG YES.

TAGGED BY : Stolen from @dcxlabs TAGGING :  @magicamped @desoxyns @henchbrat @dukeytcst @susantcst and anyone else who wants to do it!

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desoxyns‌:

he’s  about  to  ask  johnny  what’s  wrong  when  he  finds  himself  with  a  kid  wrapped  around  his  leg,  &  he’s  stunned  into  silence  with  both  arms  raised  up  awkwardly  while  the  boy  cries  out  for  help.  ❝  uh  …  ❞  the  cat?  well,  kevin  doesn’t  have  anything  against  the  alley  cats,  but  if  it’s  really  scaring  johnny  so  badly,  he  has  no  qualms  about  scaring  it  off.  he  looks  around  for  a  moment,  then  stretches  to  reach  a  tin  can  that’s  resting  atop  a  dumpster  at  the  side  of  the  alleyway,  trying  not  to  disturb  johnny  as  he  moves.

the  clatter  of  a  can  against  the  ground  is  followed  by  a  frightened  meow,  &  the  cat  bolts  past  the  two  of  them  &  into  the  night  on  its  own.  when  johnny  looks  up  at  him,  the  look  in  his  eyes  renders  kevin  unable  to  speak  once  again,  but  he  finally  manages  to  nod  &  pat  his  tiny  shoulder.  ❝  yeah,  kid.  it’s  gone.  ❞  he’s  ready  to  head  forwards,  but  johnny  doesn’t  seem  to  be  releasing  him  …  ❝  you  alright?  ❞

now,  that  seemed  to  prompt  him  to  let  go,  but  now  he  feels  bad,  as  if  he’d  pried  the  kid  off  by  force.  kevin  scratches  the  back  of  his  head,  lingers  for  a  moment,  then  reaches down  once  again  to  offer  johnny  his  hand.  he  doesn’t  say  anything,  &  the  boy  doesn’t  have  to  take  it  if  he  doesn’t  want  to  …  but  it’s  there  for  him.

Johnny shook his head no when he was asked if he was okay -- of course he wasn’t! He had a near death experience! ( yes, he’s aware he might be stretching that, but it didn’t make the threat feel any less real ) Cats have always freaked him out -- especially after a PARTICULARLY traumatizing experiment that left him pretty scratched up -- and even if it sounds silly, he fears any cats would do them to him again. Also, was pretty sure 99 percent of the strays in Porkbelly were absolutely feral, because while he never did anything to them they attacked him on sight. Whose to say the cats of this place are any different?

When he’s offered Kevin’s hand, he immediately takes his hand and grips onto it rather tightly. Because he’s just a kid, his grip probably doesn’t hurt -- but it’s clear he’s giving it everything he’s got. He WISHES he could stay clinging to Kevin’s leg, but the longer he stays in one spot the more likely cats are to come back, so it’s only logical that he decides to follow Kevin to wherever they were going. Johnny cranes his head up to face Kevin again, voice still shaky when he speaks.

“C-can we just hurry and get to wherever we’re going? Who knows if we’ll see more cats..”

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henchbrat‌:

@johnnytcst // xxx

↳ one could’ve sworn a zany bootleg jaws theme played cartoonishly in the background, but was interrupted by the sudden onslaught of household items. the toothbrush hit first, nearly poking her eye out; next the toothpaste, which she narrowly ducked. as she popped back up to laugh at his failure to hit, his soap bar plugged her trap right up, sudsing just under her bottom lip. sharpshooting it free in a volatile spit, fink quickly barked back in response.

‘ quit yelling, matchstick ; you’re gonna give yourself a headache that way . ’

comfy as she may be, her smugness exuded with a bold look of confidence, no matter how deep down in the toilet bowl she seemed.

‘ the name’s FINK, & by the looks of it, i missed my exit . see, sometimes the sewers aren’t always clear on their specified routes, & i’m pretty sure this isn’t a top secret lab wielding biological refineries . ’

maybe he was onto something before with susan & mary, however it posed the opposite when it came to her belonging to them. it seemed she was LOOKING for them.

“Woah, did not see that one coming. And a top secret lab wielding what now?” He shook his head, and took a moment to calm down. He just needed to get his head straight, that was all!

“I..uh.. well.. I’m Johnny. Johnny Test. And-- Matchstick? Haha, that’s a new one. So like, what were you even doing in the sewers? Ooooh, were you fighting some weird creature down there or something?” As he waited for a response, a harsh knock was on the door and he just about jumped out of his skin again. 

“Johnny! Hurry it up in there, I need to use the restroom!” Came his dad’s demanding voice, and Johnny panicked. The little boy didn’t know what to do about Fink in his room, and he sure as heck didn’t want his DAD to see it either... So what should he do about this little Fink girl? 

“Yeah, I’m just uh, brushin my teeth! I’ll be out soon dad!” He called, and waited until the foot steps went away. Turning back to Fink, he put a finger to his lips as if to hush her. “Okay, uhm, so you appeared out of nowhere, but I gotta sneak you into my room. It’s just a few doors down and there’s a radioactive sign on the door, so...” Wait, why was he saving this girl again? He just tried to assault her and tell her to go back to the lab, but it wasn’t often that Susan and Mary ever created something successfully talking. But she looked lost, so .. maybe she wasn’t an experiment? He really didn’t know... But he was gonna find out.

“Also, you reek of toilet water. Dry off, would you?”

[johnnytcst]

THREAD WISHLIST UPDATED!! added: - Johnny visits Endless Island from 12 forever 

[johnnytcst]

lab rat, huh? two can play at that game. (just don’t ask why she came crawling out of his toilet — let alone WHILE he was in there.)

“AAAH, A RAT CHILD?!” Johnny screamed, just about choking on his toothbrush. He’d been preparing to go to bed when this little RAT CHILD had shown up & he freaked out, throwing the first thing he could at her – which just so happened to be his toothbrush, followed by the toothpaste tube AND a bar of soap. And maybe a container. He didn’t care WHAT he pelted it with, just as long as it got her to go away!

“Bad! Bad rat child! Go back to Susan and Mary’s lab!”

[johnnytcst]

desoxyns‌:

cool  isn’t  a  word  most  people  would  use  to  describe  kevin  (  himself  included,  )  but  he  can’t  bring  himself  to  point  that  out  —  he’s  content  to  let  johnny  think  whatever  he  wants  for  now.  ❝  you  don’t  gotta  pay  me  back,  kid  …  ❞  but  the  drug  dealer  trails  off  with  a  sort  of  grossed  out  look  on  his  face  when  johnny  shows  up  his  gum,  &  stays  quiet  as  he  complains  about  hunger.  if  kevin’s  assumptions  have  been  correct  thus  far,  than  the  boy  having  nothing  to  eat  makes  perfect  sense  —  &  as  someone  who  has  wrestled  food  from  homeless  people  &  considered  eating  from  the  garbage,  he  can’t  stand  the  thought  of  someone  johnny’s  age  going  through  the  same  things.

❝  alright,  change’a  plans.  let’s  grab  some  burgers,  &  then  i’ll  find  you  a  decent  motel.  ❞  clearly,  he’s  not  taking  no  for  an  answer  —  so  before  johnny  can  reply  in  one  way  or  the  other,  kevin  is  already  walking  past  him,  hands  shoved  in  his  pockets  as  he  makes  his  way  back  out  of  the  alleyway  &  onto  the  sidewalk.  the  drug  dealer  looks  over  his  shoulder  at  the  blonde,  one  eyebrow  quirked.  ❝  well?  c’mon,  you’ve  gotta  stay  close  if  we’re  walkin’.  ❞

Johnny was excited for a second -- but then he heard a little rustle in the dark behind him, and that made him whip his head around. It was a cat! Too bad he was absolutely terrified of them. He froze on the spot and, reminding himself that Dukey wasn’t with him anymore, simply held his hands up defensively and squeezed his eyes shut. He was scared out of his wits, shaking like a leaf in the wind and it wasn’t until Kevin spoke that Johnny remembered he was even there. In response, he blubbered out something unintelligible and ran towards Kevin, clinging to his leg for dear life.

“It’s -- i-it’s a cat! Get it away from me!” He wailed hysterically, muffled only because he buried his face in Kevin’s leg.  Eventually, he did pry his face away from his leg and he tried to speak. Unfortunately, his voice sounds like a pitiful whisper, uneven and terrified and certainly a lot more scared than it should be. 

“I.. is it gone?” He doesn’t even care if he’s acting like a baby now -- he FEARS cats, and he won’t move an inch unless they’re gone.

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dcxlabs‌:

“That’s not the kind of experiment you want to be involved in!!”

“Why not? It’s just an experiment, I don’t see the problem with it! I’m a lot more durable than I look, and I think all experiments are neat experiments.”

[johnnytcst]

desoxyns‌:

in  truth,  kevin  hadn’t  thought  about  where  he’d  take  this  kid,  other  than  home.  his  suspicions  are  confirmed,  of  course  —  there’s  more  than  a  walk  going  on  here.  even  in  his  addled  mind,  the  pieces  are  (  sort  of  )  falling  into  place.  but  the  details  don’t  matter  right  now  …  what’s  important  is  figuring  out  a  safe  place  to  put  this  kid.  there  is  a  homeless  shelter,  but  as  a  lowlife  himself,  he  doesn’t  know  how  he  feels  about  leaving  the  little  blonde  there.  he  probably  wouldn’t  make  it  among  the  more  rugged  types.  ❝  eh,  i’ve  wrestled  food  from  homeless  guys  before.  not  as  fun  as  you’d  think.  ❞  are  you  going  to  provide  context  for  that,  kev?  …  no?  well,  okay  then.  the  drug  dealer  sighs  again  &  pinches  the  bridge  of  his  nose  for  a  moment.  he  has  a  pretty  stupid  idea,  but  …  well,  here  goes.

❝  look.  why  don’t  i  just  get  you  a  motel  room  for  a  few  days?  ❞  he  can  even  get  one  next  to  the  kid’s,  or  share  a  double  with  him  …  to  make  sure  he’s  alright  &  get  him  whatever  he  needs.  it’s  not  like  kevin’s  unused  to  staying  at  shitty  places  …  that’s  the  life  he’s  living.  ❝  it  won’t  be  much,  but  it’s  better  than  a  homeless  shelter.  just  until  we  can  figure  somethin’  else  out.  okay?  ❞  jesus  christ,  what  is  he  doing?  …  it’s  too  late  to  back  out  now.

“YOU wrestled food from homeless dudes? Coooool!” That was probably not the right thing to focus on, but Johnny didn’t care -- he was just super excited to meet someone so COOL! But when he’d offered to get a motel room for a few days, Johnny kind of deflates once again.

“Oh, a motel room? Sure! Dunno how I’d pay you back, though, cuz all I got is this quarter and some gum I found under the seats on the bus..” Speaking of gum, he’d spit out the gum he was referencing to show it off with a big cheesy grin. When Kevin gave him what he read as a scandalized look, he crossed his arms. 

“What? Geez, don’t look at me like that! A boy’s gotta eat SOMETHING when he’s hungry, okay?” 

Honestly, even though it was flavorless and made his jaw hurt to chew, it kept him from eating other shit he shouldn’t have. Heck, earlier that day, he was so hungry he considered eating trash! But bus gum was probably better for him anyways, til he could find more food that wasn’t almost straight out of a dumpster. 

“Oh, do you have anything besides this gum that I could eat though? I’ve been chewing it ALL day! It’s a good thing I was, too, cuz I almost ate from the garbage..”