Kitsun3Imp0ster

Juno was mad He knew he'd been had So he shot at the sun with a gun. - Work. Honestly, she didn’t quite mind it. Marie didn’t do much at the company she’d been stationed at. She was the pretty blonde behind the receptionist desk that sweet-talked the older businessmen to butter them up before meetings. That to say; she was completely and totally bored with it. She arrived, got her paycheck, and left. Maybe she’d get hit on, maybe not, but it was truly a gamble. She still needed to work, even if she didn’t like it… … or couldn’t. Marie knew the risks of going to work each day, but she needed to pay rent. She couldn’t just skip work because… what? The sun was too hot? How could she possibly explain her condition to her boss? So, she didn’t. She avoided conversation about it like the plague. “Oh, Marie. Make sure you come to the company picnic.” “Sorry, sir… I’ll be out of town” “Marie, what’s up with the umbrella?” “Just a skin condition! The doctor told me to avoid

[I apologize to all Project Moon fans who read the title. We don't talk about Lovetown.] [ANYWAY, welcome to 'I'm cringe and I'm free, have some really self indulgent bullshit'. It's just me turning into Mahito while cackling manically like the freak I am.] [Mahito is his own warning. Enjoy.] - It was kinda funny. Mahito was… a decisive character. Some people love him, some people hate him. He's split the community in half, and that only made Dee more infatuated. It started off as any other fixation, making a silly story or two, making a Pinterest board, the usual. … But it quickly got out of hand. Over 500 images in his gallery, plans for a cosplay, at least 6 WIPs and far too many shitposts about him and Mahito later, and he was trapped. He was absolutely, totally consumed. He'd scroll through any social media he could, praying for new content, yet it would never come. He'd just have to make it himself… He laid in bed, scrolling through Tumblr for the third time that day, a

[another one. it was this or another sukuna tf right after the first. im very normal about jjk at the moment i swear] [do note that the title is supposed to be &, not AND, but DA fucking hates me so.] - … Alright Taylor. You’ve got this. A small, plain looking car slowly approached the local highschool building, the clock tower nearby stating it to be 7:15 AM. The sun was just starting to peak up behind the horizon, and a small, dark haired woman slowly got her things prepared for the day ahead. Energy drink? Check. Headphones? Check. Phone? Check. Practically everything she needed. She made sure she didn’t forget her laptop case on the way out of her car, before finally making her way into the school building. Taylor Ingram wasn’t the most notable person out there. She got her job done, she went home, she watched soap operas, and she slept. She was average as average could be, and she preferred it that way. She tended to be rather soft spoken along with it all, meaning

[So. I started actually watching JJK. Lemme say: it's pretty peak. Originally, this was just supposed to be a Sukuna TF, but I decided it would be cool if I included Yuji too, so he's here I guess.] [Anyway. Enjoy the show.] - … of course she just HAD to be the one to go explore this damned place. Suzanna groaned slightly, gripping her steering wheel tightly. 'Paranormal investigator' her ass, she just did it for the profit. … and now, she's found a place that may just be ACTUALLY haunted. For 2,000 bucks? Tsk… She'd rather raise it to 3,000, but she'll take what she can get. Just one night, check the place out, watch out for ghosts, get out in the morning. Easy peasy… hopefully. Idle hands tapped against the wheel as she debated actually going in or not. She could just… sleep in her car. … No, no. She'll be nice. So, with that, she got out of the car, slung her bag of supplies over her shoulder, and began approaching the building. Something about the place gave her a

[Decided to try my hand at a bit of tooning lol. Now- I know FUCK ALL about JJK other than some very basic stuff, my knowledge including how Mahito and his powers work. So I may have gotten some stuff wrong. Shush. I will bite. This ALSO includes some gore elements, as, well. This is Mahito. Anyway, let the show begin. I'll add some art at a later date when it isn't... checks clock... 11:14 PM on a weeknight.] - … was the train always this late? Monica stood there, backpack slung across her form and outfit slightly disheveled from the day's activities as she waited for the subway train to arrive. Normally, she’d take her car, but it had completely blown a tire, so until she could get it replaced, she was stuck with public transit. The morning commute wasn’t anything to bat an eye at… … but for some god forsaken reason, her train was now 30 minutes late. No announcement, no nothing. So, she waited. She’d been sitting on this horribly uncomfortable bench for far too long, and she

[CHAPTER THREE] [ONE TOO MANY] - Gabby had gone back to pacing, now in the living room instead of all alone. Marie had also found some… slightly more manageable clothing, so the morning was going slightly better than before. Though, the groupchat was still absolutely blowing up. Gabby hesitated. Did she really want to check it…? She could barely hold her phone at the moment, let alone text back, but… ugh. Marie was sitting on the couch, silent. She’d been silent for a while now, seemingly in thought as Gabby continued to pace. “... We- We gotta meet up at some point, right?? It isn’t just us affected…” Gabby had grabbed another cigarette at some point. She didn’t even light this one, just keeping it between her teeth for later.  “Not in public, but…” Marie had finally spoken up, hands resting carefully in her lap. “... We may be able to get everyone here.” ‘Here’ being their house. They probably had the largest out of everyone, with it technically counting as a duplex. It was