Nothing comes from nothing

[A roleplay and art-based ask blog for Nny from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac]

[nnyhil]

𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎.

『 A roleplay and art-based ask blog for the beloved Nny from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. 』

[ bio || mun || rules || headcanons || FAQ ]

Mostly canon-based, but some headcanons will be here and there to fill in the gaps!!

🔪 DNI if you're a minor- this means 18+ muns only!! 🔪 There will be blood, gore, and so much more. 🔪 Going to be based what happens after the comic book- not during.

This blog can follow back, send asks, etc. OC friendly, AU friendly, and crossover friendly. Semi-selective.

All writing and art will be done by Chu- the mun! Banner made by @strebcr!!

[nnyhil]

[hey im going on a hiatus since my mental health has been declining rapidly. sorry guys! i love yall]

[nnyhil]

[sorry for being so not very active. lemme know if you're interested interacting with johnny and maybe i'll contact ya and we can work something out!!]

[elmofongo-deactivated20251008]

The excitement in Sombra was hardly contained. As the bloody scene went on, it creeped momentarily out of the shadows and whooshed into the killer's shadow. It was definitely one of the more brutal scenes Sombra had witnessed. It really wanted to know what led up to this event. Not that it could really ask.

When the killer stopped to pant, it slid below him to the corpse with the intention of going through pockets. It hoped that the contents inside whatever wallet this lifeless body has would be at least most unaffected by the blood. A shadowy hand reached into the coat pocket and pulled out a bloodsoaked leather wallet. It had no interest in phone or keys at the moment. Rummaging through the contents, it dropped a cut of the cash and cards as a sort of peace offering. It didn't need any major injuries transferring to its person.

[nnyhil]

Johnny didn't notice the strange shadow at first. He was cursing to himself angrily. He glanced at the dead body in time to see a dark hand reach into the pockets of the victim. He blinked and rubbed his eyes with his blood stained sleeve. Perhaps he was seeing things. He did hallucinate often. After some of the cash and cards laid before him, Johnny was soon convinced that what he saw was real. But what was it, exactly? A shadow? "Um... hi?" He lifted a brow at the corpses shadow, assuming the thing was still there. Johnny cautiously bent down to take the cash, but left the cards. No. Those were traceable. He had no plans on getting caught by using a dead man's credit card. He hesitated before speaking again. "...Thanks." He didn't even know if the creature could respond. "Are you some kinda ghost or--" He decided to ask. His curiosity got the better of him.

[probably-a-plant-thing]

[helluvahotelx]

Charlie clapped, her fingers curling around her hands. "Wonderful!" She said, not wanting to get too close, even now, and began to lead the other back to the hotel. Going over the various amenities that the hotel offered, it's daily activities.....Even describing the staff and other guests....Er....Guest. She would keep talking the whole time until they got to the hotel, deciding to let the other in through a side door, leading him to an empty room.

She'd open the door, stepping aside as she opened it, only holding her hand out to offer the keycard. Once taken, she'd withdraw her hand. Smiling widely, and clapping lightly. "OOOOOOHHHH Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel Mr.Nny! I hope you'll love it here! Even if you don't decide to stay! I mean!" She said, stepping back as he walked into the room.

She would sit down in the hallway, anxious to see him again. She was always overexcited when it came to guests, especially new ones. It meant this place could get more popular! Sure they didn't have much proof a soul could be redeemed yet, but they had proved that it was defensible. That had to be worth something. Had to bring new guests to their doors, right?

[nnyhil]

Johnny followed Charlie and she started talking... a lot. She seemed to be very enthusiastic and energetic. He tolerated it for now; however, he did space out just a tad as she droned on and on. His attention span wandered as he kept an eye on their surroundings and any possible demons that might attack them. Thankfully they arrived to the hotel without an incident.

He eyed the keycard before he took it and entered the hotel. It looked like they came through a side door. Johnny raised an eyebrow at Charlie, but smiled when he heard her call him 'Mr. Nny'. That was a new one. "We'll see." He said simply and entered his room.

Once inside he locked the door and looked around. The hotel room seemed a bit fancy and old timey at the same time. At least it seemed to have all the amenities. There was a bed, a closet, some other standard furniture, and most importantly a bathroom. If Johnny didn't know any better, he would have thought he was back on Earth.

He went into the bathroom to clean up the best he could and tend to his wounds. He paused when he saw his reflection. He still looked like himself, but with... rabbit ears and horns. He also had a blackened eye and hooves. This was a bit strange, but it felt almost like a natural change. Perhaps everyone who went to Hell gained some animalistic traits? He even discovered a small fluffy tail on his lower back.

Johnny took his time to fix himself up, but there wasn't much he could do about his bloody clothes without a washer machine and a clean outfit. He wondered if he had to buy more clothes in Hell. That would be stupid. Everyone was already dead, so why would they use money or capitalistic ideas?

After about half an hour, Johnny decided it was time to explore the hotel a bit. It seemed like some sort of safe haven compared to the rest of Hell. He jumped slightly when he spotted Charlie waiting for him in the hallway. "Oh, I-I didn't know you were waiting on me..." He muttered. He would have hurried if he had known Charlie was out here. "Are you going to show me around the hotel?" He asked. Honestly he had a lot of questions about the hotel and Hell as a whole. It was his first day here after all.

[nnyhil]

*returns your muse* he's unsettling my other muses

[nah nah nah it's fine i promise he doesn't bite]

[nnyhil]

[hey can you watch my muse for a sec? thanks.]

[strebcr-a]

Streber as gently as he could helped the taller man up. The downstairs room was just right across the hall from the bathroom, it wasn't too far of a walk and after everything Streber was pretty sure Johnny would at least like a bed to lay down on. Streber guided the the other slowly but surely to the downstairs room. God that little room had a lot of memories in. Streber opened up the door for the other, and handed him a sheet of paper with Streber's phone number written on it. "When you wake up in the morning make sure to keep that wound clean, there should be some bandages and ibuprofen in the right dresser shelf, along with some peroxide. Also please don't add any extra strain to those stitches until the wound is fully closed up! If you need anything else don't hesitate to call." Streber sounded exhausted and looked exhausted. After everything he was more then ready to go home. Streber couldn't pass off the blood on his sleeve as a nose bleed like he hoped, but that was a road Streber was gonna cross later.

[nnyhil]

Standing up hurt. Any kind of movement hurt. Johnny hissed and winced, but he tolerated it to go... wherever they were going. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk. He was led to a bedroom. Honestly, Johnny couldn't remember the last time he had an actual bed to lie down in. He hated sleep and hadn't been in a proper home for ages. He blinked as he was handed a piece of paper. Oh! A phone number.

He nodded at Streber's instructions even though he was starting to dissociate a little. Everything just sounded like noise and his throbbing, painful, stitched up wound was louder than all of it. "...Thanks." Johnny said eventually. He placed the paper down on the nightstand. Despite his distaste for sleep and his need for it, he couldn't deny the condition he was in. He carefully sat down on the bed and did his best to move in a way that wouldn't agitate his chest.

If it wasn't for Streber, Johnny would still be stuck in that abandoned mansion doing who-knows-what. Perhaps he'd still be in a murderous haze too. It wasn't often that people showed him kindness and he was more than grateful to the other man. "Be careful out there." He warned suddenly. Streber looked tired. He assumed the man wanted to go home.

[goldenhourmax]

Gonna start sharing my JTHM art here. Mainly because I want to get back to drawing them soon (especially Devi, she’s everything) but for now I’ll post some of my older drawings

[sagguine]

he probably has a cooking apron literally johnny the HOMICIDAL MANIAC art but i replaced the steak cuz it felt too edgy 😭

[nnyhil]

[Surprise gift doodle for @strebcr! I just love his wittle face. ;; ]

[oceansprompts]

i'm okay with:

starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!

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multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!

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[elmofongo-deactivated20251008]

@nnyhil || Sombra (Scarlet's shadow) and Nny

Sombra's usual way of travel was to hide in the non-sentient shadows. While this was not strictly necessary, it had concluded long ago that it was the safest way to travel without attracting any unwanted attention. Today was no different as it slid from non-sentient shadow to the next while Scarlet did... whatever. Sombra neither knew nor cared.

The shadow scoured the streets, looking for something to do- pockets to pick, grannies to trip, ANYTHING at all- to entertain itself from the boredom that came with literally living a life as someone else's shadow. A good amount of time passed until something finally grabbed Sombra's attention: a murder. Sombra rushed over to get a better look at what brewed.

[nnyhil]

Indeed, there was a murder in progress. It was far from any possible witnesses, in a dirty and dark alleyway.

"FUCK!!" Johnny cursed and kicked the dying man's head against a brick wall. The impact caused some blood to splatter and the skull to crack. He watched the man twitch on the ground with what little life he had left in him. His victim was way past saving, even if his insides were still inside, there was a huge amount of blood on the concrete.

"FFFUUCK!" He cursed again. Johnny lifted a hand and gripped at his own short hair. He panted with the adrenaline coursing through him. His other hand held a rather large knife and trembled. He wasn't pleased with himself. He hated when his impulses got the better of him and caused him to do something stupid-- like kill.

There was blood on his boots, pants, hands, arms... So much blood. This kill had been messy. He could probably blame it on some kind of rabid hobo, but that didn't change the fact that he had broken his current no kill streak. It had been the longest one yet, ten days. And yet, he couldn't control himself, his emotions, or his violent urges.

[helluvahotelx]

"The recently dead have a certain...Smell."

Charlie frowned, sighing and playing with her hands again. She wanted to make sure everyone was safe, and the questions were warranted. She had to make sure that he knew she meant no harm. Wringing her hands a few times before standing straight up.

"I'm the princess of Hell, my dad's Lucifer..."

She would step forward once, but only once. Smiling weakly as she looked at the other. Motioning towards the recently redone Hotel, before turning back to the other. "That's the hotel up there. You don't...Have to stay, but you could at least come get cleaned up?"

[nnyhil]

"Smell?" Johnny frowned and immediately tried to sniff himself. He winced a little at his movements, but didn't seem to notice anything unusual about his scent... aside from the strong smell of blood, but that was to be expected. He figured whatever this mystery scent was, it inclined other creatures to attack him. He was fresh meat after all.

He then paused at Charlie's bold statement. It kind of made sense as to why she called him 'her people', but Johnny was still suspicious. He couldn't just believe the words of some random demon lady all willy nilly! He snarled momentarily when she stepped forward, but thankfully she got the hint and didn't move any further.

Johnny glanced to where she gestured. Sure enough there was a large building with large letters that displayed 'Hazbin Hotel' lit up near the top. That along with her business card seemed to add up, but there was one more thing he wanted to check.

He snatched up the med kit and opened it. Inside were actual medical supplies. Bandages, disinfectant, gauze... Johnny closed it and sighed. "...Well Ms. Charlie Morningstar, considered me convinced. I'll go with you." He finally said. A hotel stay would definitely beat dying out in the streets or getting attacked again. He groaned and winced as he stood back up. Ow. His body hurt. "Lead the way." Despite his tentative trust, Johnny kept ahold of his sword. The weapon made him feel a little more comfortable when going into some unknown territory.

[strebcr-a]

Once everything was over, Streber weakly moved to a near by corner of the bathroom. He placed the bloody plastic shower curtain in a dirty close hamper. He curled up in said corner, he finally had the chance to let his body tremble. He was fighting off the urge to break down sobbing again. Before Streber could help Johnny he needed time to recover mentally. Even if it was only for a few seconds. He held his knees with his one arm and lightly rocked himself back and forth, in an attempt to calm himself down. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, however he didn't even have the energy to look at it yet. His whole head felt so fuzzy, like a painfully loud TV static. He hasn't felt this this shitty in a while. Johnny was in clearly worse shape, Streber shouldn't be breaking down like this! He needed to help Johnny!!

As much as Streber wanted to pull himself together quicker, at the end of the day he was a scared twenty five old collage kid. He already went through something traumatic with Bob, that cost him his arm. Now all of this happened in the span of day. He was well past his limits and then some. He felt so guilty for feeling this numb and broken right now, when someone else was much worse off. Streber is very much human and all humans have limits, even at times where there was more that needed to be done. It took what felt like forever but Streber was starting to get more strength back. He wasn't shaking anymore. That's a good sign right? He slowly picked himself up and walked over to Johnny. He reached out his only hand to help the other up.

"I can help you too the downstairs bedroom so you can start to sleep this off. I'll even give you my phone number if you need it." After Johnny was settled in, Streber could finally go home to Kevin and his cats.

[nnyhil]

Eventually Johnny reached up and pulled the wash cloth out of his mouth. He let it drop to the floor. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He panted and blinked slowly as he tried his best to regain his bearings, but he had his doubts that he would be able to move from this spot.

For a while he dissociated. He would have forgotten that Streber was even there if not for him reentering his line of sight. Johnny sat up and stared at the other man's hand, but the words he spoke were muffled by the ringing of tinnitus.

It took a moment for Johnny to figure out what the man wanted. Streber had been more than kind to him tonight. Perhaps he wanted to help him up. Normally Johnny would be appalled by the thought of touching anyone else, but tonight he'd make an exception. This man has more than earned his trust. He finally grabbed Streber's hand and gave him a nod.

[goddamnrpmemes]

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