it’s all i can think about

i am not allowed to b4g or i’ll get in trouble with myself

hey do you guys wanna send questions. i beg. we love questions so much

I’m half asleep out here tryina edit some spicy sus screenies while breaking anims in customs … But legit fallin asleep while I do it so none of these rly.match LMFAO not gna tag into community yet cus I’ll probs make em look more like a set tmrw or smthn but… Crumb to my followers if y'all see this… Yw and plenty more to cooommee

Like these ones OML I gotta edit em still but he hugs n nuzzles booty like some pup I love him sm why is it so cute don’t. Call. Me. CRAZY!!

ok whatever. SIS???? REALLY??????? OUT OF EVERYTHING IT WAS SI?S? A SIS???? FOR REAL?????? SIS?? SIS ???????? SIS?????? YOU’RE FUCKING WITH ME!!!!!!!!! SIS!!!!!!!?????? FUCK!!!!!

DOES HE KNOW???

(spoiler for the game)
i used to ship johnny and Vivien when i first started playing the game, but then when we got introduced to jasmine and i saw how she and johnny interacted i liked them as a couple, lol.
jasmine is so sweet too. i really hope nothing happens later in the game where she, and johnny brake up, and/or she turns on the player, and/or johnny.

like would i like johnny and Vivien to get together? maybe. but not at the expense of jasmine. i really wouldn’t mind if she and johnny stay a couple. they’re such a great match for each other, I think.

i think unglazed donut should be a new insult 🤣

Fabian: Any final words?
Johnny Spells: YOLO.
Fabian: Thanks for making this easier for me.

johnny’s snail eyeballs are popping out from behind his sunglasses, lmao.

The oil painting hangs above my fireplace, a seductive, ornate frame holding a world better than my own. She is stunning—brushstrokes of crimson on her lips, her skin rendered in luminous pale oil, gazing out with eyes that seem to hold secrets from a different century. Every evening, I sit in the dim light, detached from the mundane world, lost in her existence. My imagination, wild and untamed, whispers that she is not mere canvas.

The exact moment of the transition is a symphony of the senses. As midnight strikes, the air in the room grows thick, scented with the timeless aroma of pine and aged varnish. She leans forward, the rigid oil frame softening into a fluid doorway, her form transforming from layered texture into a radiant, breathing presence. The sensation of her hand meeting mine is a revelation, a vivid spark that shatters the cold detachment of daily life. She is a secret brought to life, a living muse who defies the boundaries between art and reality.

Together, the world is reimagined. Sometimes, the journey leads through the frame into her realm—a vibrant cityscape of a golden era or a serene, hidden garden painted in soft, Impressionist hues. There, the wanderings are unfettered, exploring wonders tucked away from the rest of humanity. History is rewritten in those moments, as two souls from different dimensions find a shared destiny amidst the painted ruins of lost civilizations, their connection deep enough to breathe new life into every stroke of the brush.

By morning, she returns to her silent, static pose, but the world remains changed. The old detachment is replaced by a profound, beautiful connection to the extraordinary. Tracing the contours of her face on the canvas, there is the knowledge that within the quiet of this room, the barrier between the mundane and the miraculous has been permanently breached.

Johnny

They say art is just paint on a canvas, but who says one cannot find true love within a portrait? Just like the timeless pull in Somewhere in Time, I’ve felt that same magnetic spark—that sudden, breathless encounter where a painting looks back at you with a soul you already recognize. Believe me, love isn’t bound by time or even skin; sometimes, the most profound romance starts with a single, silent gaze from a frame.

Johnny

Escenario: Un balancín de seda en un patio andaluz bañado por la luna. Somos-deseos, con un vestido carmesí que parece apenas sostenerse, mece una copa de aguardiente. Johnny, con la camisa de lino entreabierta y la rigidez de su linaje madrileño flaqueando, la observa con un hambre voraz.

JOHNNY: (Con acento castizo, arrastrando las ’s’) Joder, Somos-deseos… que me tienes en un sinvivir. Llevo toda la puta noche mirando cómo muerdes ese cristal y te juro por los Borbones que me tienes hecho un basilisco. ¿Es que en Colombia todas caminan como si estuvieran inventando el pecado?

SOMOS-DESEOS: (Ríe con una voz que suena a miel y canela) ¡Ave María, mi amor! No sea tan exagerado, “su mercé”. Lo que pasa es que usted está muy tieso, muy “estirao”. A usted le falta un poquito de calor tropical para que se me desatrase.

JOHNNY: ¿Tieso yo? ¡Si estoy que trino! Me han dicho que vuestro nombre no es por capricho, que sois un torbellino… Y yo, que presumo de conocer mundo, me pregunto si tanta fama de “fuego” es puro cuento de camino o si de verdad este aristócrata va a perder los papeles con vos.

SOMOS-DESEOS: (Se acerca, rozando su nariz con la de él, bajando la voz) ¡Eh, ave María! Usted es muy preguntón, Johnny. ¿Acaso quiere saber si soy de las que chispea o de las que incendia la casa? Porque le cuento, mi “monito”… cuando yo me propongo conquistar, no hay caballero que se resista. A mí el entusiasmo se me sale por los poros… es como una fiesta en plena plaza.

JOHNNY: (Traga saliva, buscando la mirada de ella) ¡Me cago en la leche! Que me estás desafiando, chavalita. Mira que los españoles presumimos de valientes, pero me da a mí que con tu chispa el que se va a derretir soy yo. ¿Me estás diciendo que de verdad… así, de golpe, vas a trastocar toda mi flema madrileña?

SOMOS-DESEOS: (Le susurra al oído con picardía) Más que eso, “papito”. Es un terremoto de alegría. Si usted sabe tratar a una dama, si me busca el “intríngulis” con esa labia de aristócrata… yo le hago olvidar hasta su árbol genealógico. ¿Está preparado para perder la compostura o se me va a “paliar” a mitad del baile?

JOHNNY: ¿Paliar? ¡Ni harto de vino! Escucha, maja: yo te voy a dar tal serenata que no vas a saber si estás en Bogotá o en la Puerta del Sol. Si hay que perder el juicio, se pierde, pero de aquí no sale nadie con el corazón intacto. Prepárate, que voy a descubrir ese tesoro de las Indias… y no pienso dejarme ni un cumplido en el tintero.

SOMOS-DESEOS: (Soltando una carcajada pícara mientras le toma la mano) ¡Hágale pues, berraco! Que mucho tilín-tilín y nada de paletas. ¡Venga y demuéstreme ese garbo, que esta noche el patio andaluz se queda pequeño!

Johnny Gonzalez

doodles the day b4 color guard regionals😍

i wanted 2 draw my costume 4 u guys were supposed to be dead brides can u tell🫩

ignore johnnys eyes in the third pic ok I was struggling 💔

6/11 alters recommend crashing benrey’s plane

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I don’t have much to say about this drawing. I think it speaks for itself, right?

Isn’t the moon (or the 🍑) lovely, tonight? 🌚