#johnnythegorilla

[moonyartsblog]

You can't blame me if, of all people, Johnny (and Gunther, but whatever, everyone loves him!) is my favorite with eyes closed.

Undoubtedly the perfect guy who, by the way, in leather clothes looks not a delight but an absolute bombshell 🥰

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Full @taron.egerton piece as today’s @acecomiccon sneak peek!!! Yes, I had to add Johnny from sing! That movie is iconic and no one is telling me otherwise about that 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ any guesses at what else I have coming at @acecomiccon Seattle?? Give me your guesses below!!! #art🎨 #myart #myart🎨 #taronegerton #eggsy #eggsyunwin #kingsman #johnnythegorilla #sing #johnnysing #acecomicconseattle #taronegertonkingsman #instaart #madewithwacom #instaartist #illustration #butternutgouache #artoferinlefler (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Byn6yNhnEpt/?igshid=19gul6fnweo5o

[riseofnightinggale]

A Pure Song That I Love/ A Sing Fanfic (Johnny x OC) Mature Content/ Chapter 2

Rose woke up with a thing coat of sweat covering her white fur body. She slowly reached a hand to clutch her chest where her heart was located, tightly. Her breathing was ragged and uneven as she tried to slowly bring her heart back to its steady pace. “That nightmare again… I swear, that demon even follows me even in my dreams.” Rose raised both her arms over her head to stretch, causing her back to make a small audible pop. Her golden eyes flickered to the clock that sat upon her bedside table in her small pale blue bedroom. I wasn’t much, but the apartment that she shared with her mother was more than enough. The clock read 3:47 am. 

Crap. 

Rose dropped back against her pillow, pulling the covers up to her chest. Trying to get lost in the clean scent of her covers. She got lost in thoughts that drew from her nightmare that stirred her awake once more. Life wasn’t the same with Rose after that night when her “father” came home and abused her mother. Rose curled into a fetal position on her old bed, in attempt to push away her nightmares. Why? Why did we have to go through hell every time he came home? That…

“BASTARD!” Rose screamed out as she began to weep in her bed, thins walls trying to conceal the damaged soul within. Rose cradled herself in her arms trying to comfort herself as her mind began to wander into the dark moments of her childhood. “I can’t keep thinking of him. I just can’t...” Rose brought her knees close to her chest as the ominous memories clouded her mind.

 Fragments from the past started to intertwine with the present moments, causing her perception to be deluded. How can one be set free from the shackles that keep them in bondage? Surely therapy could have some possible effect to help alleviate the pain from the past, or perhaps a guidance counselor could talk her through this; but all they would say is, ‘This is all in your head’ or ‘I’m so sorry that this happened to you.’ 

None of that bullcrap could actually help her, it was all just for a paycheck for them, and it was their job to make her ‘feel better’. It’s not like any of them actually cared if she got better. Heck… if she committed suicide, they would tell her mother the same crap.

‘We’re so sorry for your loss.’ Are they really sorry? What would they know about loss, and hurt? I lost my grandfather one winter night, and the man whom I called ‘father’ treated mom and I like trash. I just… if it wasn’t for mom… I would’ve just ended this nightmare.

Rose shivered at the thought of her mother having to fend for herself. Knowing that she has been through more than anyone could imagen, she deserves better. As the bitter wind blow against her window harshly, she could feel the draft hit hard against her back. The cold draft causes her to shiver under the thin cotton covers that laid across her body. “Stop. I can’t think of that. I have to do this for Mom.” Rose mumbled to herself, attempting to comfort herself with her words. As she drifted back to sleep, she heard a gruff male voice entering her mind.

“But are you really doing this for her? Or perhaps is it for yourself? You selfish Half-breed.”

Rose shot up from the bed as she is startled from her sleep. Her breaths became more and more labored, as she reached to clutch her chest. “It’s okay, Rose. It was all just a dream, he can’t hurt you anymore.” Rose reassured herself through labored breaths that made her chest ache, and making her question her sanity. That was until she heard the ominous dark chuckle within her room. Through the darkness of her room in the far corner of her room, she could vaguely see the outline of a tall familiar figure.

No, it can’t be…

When the shadow came closer, it revealed the mangled and twisted face of her disgraceful father. His matted black fur with red blotches that glistened in the fragments of light, it seemed to resemble blood. The long fangs that could pierce through anything that he saw as an obstacle. The same teeth that sank into the flesh of her stomach. Leaving a horrendous size scar. 

He would draw blood just to taste it. Hold bones just to break them, and for what? Was it for pleasure? For dominance? Then like the bastard he was, he would always come back to mom and apologize, and bring her the ostentatious gifts to get her back. He would even convince her at times that it was her fault, and caused him to hurt us. And his eyes… They were something else entirely. The right eye was clouded with a scar over it down to the jawline, caused by Rose’s mother in self-defense and to protect Rose. 

The other eye was a deep red, the same red that resembled the blotches of blood on his fur. His eyes bore into her very soul, making her feel as vulnerable as the little girl who she was 6 years ago.

As Rose locked eyes with him she tried to move, but her body wasn’t responding to her commands. Rose started to hyperventilate, she started to sweat profusely in her night shirt, and her heartbeat quickened as the monster came closer to the bed frame. The shadow crouched to get on all fours on the bed in an animalistic manner. His devilish eyes were glued to the large scar on her left shoulder, slowly licking the sharp fangs that were exposed, giving a sign that he was ready to attack his prey. “You are the same as I left you. Weak and shrouded in fear.” Rose broke out of her shock and quickly jumped out of bed, but also causing her foot to get caught in the covers of the bed. Frantically, Rose tried to untangle herself from the sheets.  Her eyes averted to the blood curdling growl that was only four feet away from her.

Oh my…

The beast that crawled on her bed just stared at her, but it was the expression that he had that made Rose’s heart drop. His blood red eye looked menacing, and gave the impression of daring her to escape his unrighteous wrath. His mouth twisted into a disgusting crooked smile revealing jagged and flesh piercing teeth. “Go ahead! Try and escape me, but no matter how far you run or where you hide… I will always find you!” He stated in a gruff and degrading voice, as he positioned himself to pounce on her to attack. 

Rose scrambled backwards towards the door, lips parting to say something, anything; but the words never came. As if they were stolen from her causing her to remain silent, like a sheep lead the slaughter. She continued to crawl backwards to the door until she hit it. The Beast wasn’t going to let her live to tell about her encounter. Rose reached for the knob of the door, and twisted it. Only to find that it didn’t move an inch. “It’s locked…” Rose whispered in a hushed voice, as if any higher the world set before her would fall apart.

 Rose kept shaking the handle of the door, tears escaping her golden eyes then rolling down her cheeks, and hoping and praying that the door would open. She could hear the boards of the floor squeaking down from the pressure of the Beast’s weight, he was slowly approaching her with every step he took it was like the world around her was caving in.

The Beast suddenly pounced and slammed Rose against the door harshly, knocking the breath out of her. He gripped her shoulders roughly with claws digging through her fur, and piercing her skin. A high pitched yelp escaped Rose’s lips, as she tried to fight back the crystal like tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her thoughts raced through her head as a panic attack slowly creeped its way into her being. Is this it? Will I die like a dog, or fight like a wolf? Will I fight back and possibly still be killed, or stay… stay and accept my fate? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp pain in her shoulder. Her eyes averted to the Beast… her father. “You’re pathetic. Not worth living and a waste of fur. You’re going to die… LIKE A DOG!”

Rose jolted up from her hellish nightmare. A blood curdling scream escaped her lips as the tears flowed freely down her face. “PLEASE STOP! DON’T HURT ME ANYMORE, DAD!” her voice carrying through the paper thin walls. Rose was too caught up in her anxiety attack that she couldn’t hear the door of her bedroom opening. “Rose…Rose!” Her mother rushed over to Rose’s bed and collapsed when she firmly gathered Rose in her arms. “Rose, my angel. It’s okay…it’s okay, baby.” Rose felt her mother gently squeezing her to let her know that the nightmare has ended. Rose could smell the familiar scent of her mother, the waft of flowers and some sweat. Rose reached her arms around her mother’s waist, and began to sob silently into the crook of her neck. “Mom…he was there… H-he was about to…” As Rose choked on her words that she tried to get out, her mother just began to rub small circles on her back. “Shhh… I know, child. I know.” Beatrice slowly began to rock them back and forth, as she held Rose. “He can’t hurt us anymore, Rose. We’re safe. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

After what seemed like an hour, Rose stopped sobbing and wiped the tear stains from her cheeks. Her eyes averted to the bed side clock that read 5:23 am. “Mom, you need to rest. It’s not good for your health.” Before her mother could protest, Rose got up from her bed and help guide her mother back to her room. “Rose, could you take me to the living room? I’m too awake to sleep now.” Her mother gave the sweetest of looks, a look like that Rose couldn’t say no to.

 Rose led her to the living room that contains the minor simplicities. Upon entering the right had a two regular sized windows, sided by side with cream colored curtains. The walls were a medium grey color with white trimmings, and dark brown wood flooring. The living room contained an old brown couch, and a floral fabric print chair with a coffee table in front of it. Against the wall was a standard floor lamp and a small television on a dresser. To the left of the living room it was a kitchenette with a bar setting. It wasn’t much to outsiders, but it was a blessing for the small family.

Rose guide her mother to the fabric chair for her to sit in. Rose then rushed into the kitchenette to put on the kettle, and to prepare her mother something to eat. “Rose, it’s not necessary for all that. Just some tea would be nice.” Beatrice said in a soft voice as she reached for her book that sat on the coffee table. “No no, it’s no problem. I’m going to be out working today, just to let you know. If you need anything while I’m out just call my job.” Rose stated as she cooked the large eggs and 2 sausages in the pan. She walked over to the bread cabinet and buttered the untoasted wheat bread with the butter knife. She placed the bread on the porcelain plate along with eggs and 2 sausages.

 Grabbing the food tray from underneath the hanging cabinet, Rose neatly placed the plate on to it and the cup of tea as well. Carefully, she gathered the tray into her hands and brought it to her mother, who quietly sat in her chair reading. “Here we are, the not-so-English breakfast special. Enjoy Mom.” Rose moved the tray to one hand and removed her mother’s book from her hands, then placing the tray in her lap. 

Beatrice just giggled at how domineering and protective her daughter can be towards her, sometimes being more of a mother than she is. “Rosemundia Mae Lerina, you need to learn to be more like your age. I’m not in a wheelchair just yet.” Her mother declared in a somewhat firm voice, causing a chuckle to escape Rose’s lips. “That’s nice, Mom.” Rose moved to kiss her mother on the cheek, and placing a bottle of medication in her mother’s hand. “I’m going to get ready for work, make sure you take your medication when you eat. I don’t want you to be complaining about your ribs and heart.” Beatrice rolled her eyes at her somewhat rude remark, as Rose walked into the hallway towards the bathroom. Beatrice watched Rose leave the room, then placed the tray on the coffee table grabbing the cup of tea in her hands.

 As she began to sip on the hot beverage her thought wandered onto other things. Placing the cup in her lap, Beatrice sighed heavily trying to suppress the pain.

Even after all these years, he still has a hold on her. Beatrice placed a hand over her heart as her thoughts drifted off to the man, who she use to call her love. It was so perfect before he snapped. She loved him with all her heart, and he did her. He didn’t care if they were rich or poor until the he lost his job. Until then did he realize that his parents weren’t funding him anymore. Their dream was absolutely perfect…. Then he woke up and so did the beast within.  

[rockhoppr3]

4 September 2017 If you don't know why a character named Gazelle is fighting a character played by Taron Egerton, then you are sad, and I've no desire to speak with you further. #drawing #sketch #art #mydrawing #mysketch #zootopia #gazelle #shakira #disney #singmovie #johnnythegorilla #taronegerton #illuminationstudios #kingsmanthesecretservice #kingman #eggsy

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@johnny-the-gorilla

Ash tapped her foot as she waited for the bus to reach her stop. The rocker had to stop wearing her headphones on public transit, for she has had a lot of complaints about head banging to her music and quills stabbing other passengers. It was a little annoying, but Ash didn't have a car, so she had no choice but to comply in order to be able to get places. She wasn't too familiar with this route, because for once she wasn't headed to her apartment. She was on her way to Rosita's. A while ago Johnny had texted her, and he explained that he was left to watch the piglets while Rosita and Norman went out on a much needed date. Ash didn't really have an experience with kids, and she wasn't a huge fan, but from Johnny's text it sounded like he could use some help. Well, a theatre group sticks together, don't they? Ash pulled on the wire for her stop, and pulled the address from her phone that Johnny gave her. She got off the bus, air cold enough to make her shiver.                                 Ash began to look around for the place, and after a bit, she's at the door. The rocker took a deep breath. She wasn't know what she was getting herself into, but she had committed to this already. 

“....”

Ash knocked on the door, and waited for Johnny--or most likely one of the piglets--to open it.

[biranneolarakben-blog]

Ve evet! Dördüncü kez izlendi, dans edildi, alkışlandı! Ekonomiye katkımız büyük ! #bustermoon#sigmovie#sarkinisoyle#johnnythegorilla#sinema#cocukfilmleri#hayatimizcocuk#cocuk#cocukolmak#cocukakli#dans#muzik#eglence#cocugumveben (at Optimum AVM / Avşar Sineması)

[earthtomorg]

#Self #JohnnyTheGorilla #spiderman #captainamerica (Taken with Instagram)

[moonyartsblog]

Some time ago I had a little creative block and, therefore, I started drawing randomly.

This came out and, next Thursday, I will post the part with June.

In any case, I am particularly pleased with it, I like the expression~

[moonyartsblog]

Needless to tell you who they are, right? ❤️

A little pampering, too, they know perfectly well how to give themselves after a long day at work and a night more... Busy 😏

[moonyartsblog]

Today Johnny as...

Series 6 Post 23: Son of the Titan Cronus and Rhea, he is the youngest of his brothers and sisters: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades and Poseidon. God of sky, lightning, wind, clouds, cosmos, law and order. Its symbols are the thunderbolt, the bull, the eagle, the oak and the olive tree.

🌸 Fruit of his many love affairs were his many famous children, including Apollo and Artemis, Hermes, Persephone, Athena, Dionysus, Perseus, Heracles, Helena, Minos and the Muses. According to tradition, from Hera, his legitimate wife, she had Ares, Hebe, Hephaestus, Ilitia and Eris. Such love relationships were also consumed by Zeus in the form of animals (swan, bull, etc.), given that among his enormous powers he also had the power to transform himself into anything he wanted.

🌸 For the Greeks and Romans the god of the sky was also the greatest of the gods, while in the Nordic cultures this role was attributed to Odin: consequently these peoples did not identify, due to his primary attribute of god of thunder, Zeus/Jupiter nor with Odin neither with Tyr, but rather with Thor.

🌸 Zeus is king of justice and always pays attention to those who do not honor the law of hospitality, to those who do not welcome strangers, and blesses those who respect nature and those who defend and honor foreigners.

🌸 Zeus was the foremost of the gods and ruled over the entire ancient Greek Olympian Pantheon. He was the father of many heroes and heroines and his figure is present in most of the legends concerning them. Although the "cloud gatherer" Zeus of the Homeric poems was a god of the sky and thunder like the equivalent oriental divinities, he also represented the maximum cultural reference of the Greek people: in some respects he was the most authentic expression of Greek religiosity and he embodied the archetype of the divine of that culture.

[moonyartsblog]

 💕 Saint Valentine Special: Series 8 Post 5

"The ardor of that kiss did not abandon them for many days and filled their nights with delicate ghosts, leaving the memory on the skin, like a burn. The joy of that encounter enraptured them, making them levitate on the street, prompting them to laugh for no apparent reason, he excitedly awakened them in the middle of a sleep. They touched their lips with their fingertips and evoked exactly the shape of each other's mouths."

Thus, wrote Isabel Allende about the sweetest feeling a kiss can leave. And these two children know it very well. It's a kiss, a first, given on the stage of the New Moon Theater during rehearsals for a show that leaves the taste of opposites on the lips. Neither of denying the evidence to others, nor of hiding the blush on the cheeks, nor of catching the other thoughtfully caressing or licking her lips to remember the most coveted of moments. There are a thousand, then a hundred, then another thousand and then again a hundred and another thousand of kisses that came after their first one. Kisses on the nose, on the hair, on the hands, on the cheeks, on the forehead, Eskimo, molded, of the angel up to the French ones, with bite, teaser, butterfly, on the ear, of the vampire and of the body… June and Johnny do not spare each other, especially after having their first night of love. And it is precisely here that, after all those kisses, passion becomes burning and transgressive; shameless and brazen in her looks, hands, bites, pats and tongue. In short…. they don't miss anything!

[moonyartsblog]

And finally they arrived too 💕 The Achebe—Cash family is complete and presents itself in all their tenderness ✨❤️ Relatively simple to find a pose that sets them apart and fully represents what matters most to both of them it was a delight to portray; they too; in a moment of intimacy and togetherness. ❤️ I loved drawing expressions, giving each of them a certain emotion that can best represent them. Who pride, who happiness and who purity… it's up to you, now, to identify the chosen one! Let me know! ✨❤️

[moonyartsblog]

Being together is not just feeling loved and belonging but, above all, caring for each other and accepting the other not only the merits but first of all the defects and opinions.

Although June was a real lady as a child, sometimes it happened that she let herself be carried away by the wildest senses of her inevitably leading her to get hurt.

From her particularly delicate skin, the pain she perceived of her was unbearable but, luckily for her, there was always Johnny of her who knew perfectly well how to calm her and make her smile again.

Often, however, it was not the pain of the accident that hurt her but rather her dressing herself.

There, too, needless to say, that the gentle boy took on his shoulders... in every sense... the weight of that carelessness.

[moonyartsblog]

Yesterday was an extremely productive day and, even if the mood was a bit black, I managed to give life to a new series that will involve different characters, thus celebrating the beauty and uniqueness of each physicality.

I therefore decided to call her with a phrase uttered by the main supporter of the Body Positivity, Herakles.

I declare open the "every body is a sexy body" with him, our Johnny.