Well, first there's is little art project where he put a bunch of rats in a blender and filled a bunch of dolls with it. He also threw them at the wall. Is there something wrong with him??? Who knows!
He thinks if he cries hard enough butter will show up for his rice krispy treats.
There's the time he got a pet bunny, fed it once, and then nailed it to the wall. It then pretty much becomes his conscience.
While visiting heaven he's told that he temporarily has super powers. He decides to just start exploding people's heads.
The things he's done are so awful it makes the angel in charge of telling people where they're going to vomit.
He died, went to heaven and hell, and came back missing most of his hair and isn't sure if that really happened or was a dream and also he sleep-shaved his hair. According to his twitter he also kills people in his sleep.
And who can forget the time he thought a chihuahua knew something and was following him and sent someone to his house?
And I don't even know how to explain his whole talk with Nailbunny. It's obvious that there's some demonic entity manipulating you? Why are you suddenly worried that if you get rid of it you'll gain weight?
Of course this is all on top of the obvious murdering and torturing he does.
Oh, and then, when he finally gets rid of the demonic entity manipulating him he doesn't decide to try to be a better person. He decides that he needs to stop having any emotions or needs at all.
Also, I don't know what the hell is going on on the issue 7 cover, but that.
This one too:
damn he really is so fucked up but else would we expect from him
the table-side lamp is the moon and the shadows it makes are the stars
Rated Teen (I think?)
Mmy/Nny (for the lovely @hyenafan)
Jimmy comes to Nny’s house very upset, Nny handles him the best way he can.
Johnny was having a nice quiet evening, calm.
Well, before a slammed door broke that and ruined his mood. Now very pissed, since there should be absolutely no reason why anyone should be slamming doors in his house, except himself. As Johnny made his way, he heard sharp noises, wheezes.
The bedroom door was opened and he took a peek out from the crack and saw Jimmy. Of fucking course it was Jimmy, who else had the nerve to slam the doors in h-
Wait- what the fuck? Johnny did a double take. Jimmy was now sitting on the couch facing him, his makeup smeared and running down his face. What happened?
Johnny closed the door softly and sat back at his desk to think about how he should approach this. Jimmy was clingy, always hovering over him, he really didn’t want him crying on him. It was unsanitary and ill fitting since there were hand towels to use. Johnny shook off that thought.
Johnny was about to go back to writing since Jimmy usually handled these emotional dealings by himself, he should just leave him be. Though, after several minutes of silence later Johnny got up. The small amount of times he saw Jimmy this way he noticed that Jimmy always made a mess, of his face, clothes, everything around him, such a messy being like him is expected to do so. Yet as Johnny stood at the door, hand to the knob, there was silence.
It was itching, clawing at him, go look.
Johnny caved, he hated it, opened the door and stepped out. Jimmy was clenching his hands, open, close, open, close. Jimmy looked to be- not present. Johnny knew that look since he’s seen it on several of his victims, he’s felt himself loosen out of that face after coming back from dissociating. He knows Jimmy’s blocking something out.
Johnny steps slowly, he’s noted, when startled, Jimmy won’t hesitate to scratch at others.
“Jimmy.”
Jimmy’s head shoots up and he wipes his face quickly, “Yeah, Nny? You need anything?”
Johnny does an exasperated sigh internally- Why does he always ask that?
“No, I want to know why you’re pinning your feelings up now when you’ve let them out every other time.”
Jimmy let his hands slide over his mouth, “It’s uh..whatever now, y’know? It’s cool, I'm good now.”
Even though Johnny knew that was a very stupid lie, why would he lie? He’s never lied to him, what makes this time so different?
“Be honest.” Johnny said, he stood there watching Jimmy, folded tight on himself.
With that Jimmy let his hands drop, one hiccup, two, then the crying started up again.
“He can’t just- drop in and expect me to,” he inhales sharply, continues, “Pick up our fucking- relationship- after he ditched me and Ma, so many times before!”
Johnny listened closely, was this a relative?
“Like- I understood the first time! He couldn’t stay ‘cause of work but-” Jimmy rubbed his nose on his sleeve, “-Y’d expect it to get a little old- when- when it’s been said five other times before! The same fucking way!” Jimmy made wild movements as he talked, sharp and angry.
Johnny nodded, he sat near Jimmy, he was trying to figure this out, was he talking about his father? It sounded about right.
“It’s not fair! Since he fuckin’ just popped up after years of just-” Jimmy mimed a cloud of smoke and continued, “Y’can’t expect someone to sit there, laugh with you, hug you, when you weren’t fucking there! He forced me to hug him! He was like ‘C’mere n’give your old man a hug’ n’didn’t let me leave until I did. I didn’t want to touch that fucker- but he forced me to hug him! What fucking right does he HAVE TO HUG ME.”
Jimmy shouted, shaking from how angry he was, and he sobbed again right after. Johnny was right, the father. He understood what Jimmy was feeling, to an extent, he knew how it felt to be forced into something and have no out for it.
Johnny had seen other people do this, he wasn’t exactly sure how it helped but if it’d- .. if it’d help Jimmy, he’d try at least once.
Johnny got up and left, Jimmy looked defeated, he sat back like he was expecting Johnny to yell at him. Johnny shook his head and looked to the floor as he got up. Getting a rag and wetting it, he went back to Jimmy, who was now sitting there quietly. He looked up, and Johnny sat next to him.
“Sit still.”
Jimmy nodded, looking confused. Johnny put the rag to his face, he wiped the run off makeup. Jimmy had his eyes closed, he was probably trying to commit this to his memory, which was bad, only in part because doing this wasn't something he'd do all the time (Johnny very much hated uncertainty but Jimmy felt uncertain so it was up to him to set him back to certainty, Jimmy always helped him when he needed it.) but the other part- sort of liked that Jimmy would do that for such a simple thing. Maybe it wasn’t very simple for him though.
Johnny wiped until there was nothing left, Jimmy opened his eyes. Jimmy smiled, “Thank you.”
Johnny nodded, “Would you like to watch TV? Get your mind off things? There’s supposed to be a marathon of The Twilight Zone tonight, a little later from now.”
Jimmy nodded, he looked over to his bag by the door, “I need to put my stuff away- um..but when I’m done, y’wanna make caramel popcorn? It’s not really caramel but it’s supposed to be. Tastes the same, I got brown sugar and butter for it.” Jimmy shrugged.
Johnny looked at the table side lamp and thought, he hadn’t eaten anything like that in a very long time, but to make it too? That would be very interesting.
Johnny got up, he nodded and Jimmy smiled wider.
They got things situated and made, as Johnny turned on the TV to switch the channels he felt Jimmy sit next to him, a hand’s length away. Johnny would ignore the closeness for tonight.
The show started and he felt Jimmy slowly take his hand, Johnny resisted the urge to draw back, he was doing these things for Jimmy. He closed his hand around Jimmy’s, he could feel his heartbeat in his fingers, rabbit’s feet, mile a minute.
They stayed that way until Jimmy passed out, Johnny didn’t let go of his hand, he didn’t really see the need to. So he kept his hand there until his body finally dropped sleep on him like a sack of bricks.
In the morning, after regrouping himself from the time loss, he noticed Jimmy wasn’t next to him, he felt-..off about that. Getting up he saw the dishes were cleaned and the rag he used to wipe the makeup was washed as well. Johnny looked around the house, no sign of Jimmy.
When he looked outside however, Jimmy was sitting on the back porch steps drinking something (looked to be coffee) slowly. Johnny opened the back door and leaned out, “There you are.”
Jimmy looked up and nodded, “Sorry if I scared you, I didn’t want to wake you.- Um- about last night with the..y’know..” Jimmy gestured to his newly applied makeup.
Johnny nodded, “I understand, don’t mention it again.” Johnny knew how Jimmy felt about showing weakness.
Jimmy smiled softly, “Thanks.”
Johnny leaned back inside, “Of course. Come back in when you’re ready,” he paused and sighed, “But please don’t slam the door again.”
Jimmy looked at his cup and winced, “I’m so sor-”
“No no, don’t. I understand.”
Jimmy nodded again and Johnny closed the door, he sat back on the couch and sighed softly, maybe doing things like the marathon on occasions would be nice, just to make sure they both were going to be alright. Johnny smiled to himself, that was a good idea.
“I just remembered the Hallowed Blight event + skins exist and: 1. God...”
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I get the feeling Johnny wouldn't like having his face lit up like that.
Yeah, probably. Given that the flavor text that the wiki doesn’t fucking have indicates the serum was injected for experimentation though, he wouldn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.
I actually went and checked in-game to double-check the skins being the result of experiments and yep:
hyenafan replied to your post: Me: i want to start making bread but i’m...
We tried to make chocolate chip brioche, but we put too much dough in the pan and it didn’t cook all the way. Also, you have to put it in the fridge after unless you put a preservative in it.
that sounds fuckin DELICIOUS bruh. brioche is way beyond the scope of my abilities tbh? mostly i just mix dry / powdered herbs and spices in my normal flour+salt+yeast+water mixture with my hands, prove it twice, and pop it in the oven with water for a steam bath. i’m only NOW stepping up to “letting yeast rise in a separate container with sugar and stuff” and my mom is like BAGUETTES?? BAGUETTES?? WILL YOU MAKE ME BAGUETTES WITH MY DINNER
theyre too hard for me mom :( i need more practice :(
hyenafan replied to your photo “Day One of my Homewai’i Vacation I was scheduled to fly to Hawai’i...”
You can simulate a beach by dumping a bunch of play sand in a pile and letting the crabbies crawl all over you.
Ha! Tempting! But the only one who isn’t molting is Carson and she would be absolutely thrilled to finally get a shot at me with her claws. But I would walk away from that encounter with big chunks of skin missing. XD
