#rip junpei

[incorrectjjkquotes]

Yuuji: Help me, please! Sukuna: Got two words for you. Yuuji: I bet they won't be helpful. Sukuna: Your problem. Yuuji: I was right

[yellowflowerbub]

Mortified

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FOR MATURE READERS

a/n: Trying this writing style (featuring one of my favorite boys) again because I enjoyed writing like this the first time I did it. This (____) means a pov change from reader to Junpei or Junpei to reader. Your first

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): Mahito x Reader (non romantic), Junpei x Reader (if you put you face really close the screen and squint.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): Mahito Alone Is A Warning, Corpses, Blood, Description Of Corpse Smells, Junpei Low Key Suffering

The stench it emitted was entirely unbearable no matter how many times you'd dealt with it. Whether it'd be fresh or rotten or having mold grow from it's crevasses. Decayed even. All corpses stunk the same.

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My face scrunches together in disgust. My mouth in a heavy frown running down my chin. The bridge of my pale nose compressed creating wrinkles at my temple. My eyes were squinted as a light burn coated it's inner corners. What was that?

What could have made such a foul odor, so atrocious that whomever happened to catch a whiff would make a face like mine? Of course I was curious of the source but having seen more horror movies than I'd like to admit, the clear answer was to avoid it... but it was everywhere.

Every room in the school, from classroom to closet was thickly coated in that retched smell. It was as if someone had deliberately taken some vicious concoction on a trip throughout the narrow long halls.

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You reach your stained hand into your back pocket, retrieving a folded white mask. You fold the strings at the end behind your ears spread the mask across your face. It was fresh but having been in the depths of a pocket for so long took away part of it's stench masking abilities.

"You always put the mask on like it'll help. Your nose should be used to it by now."

You groan and ignore the comment, knowing full and well who it belonged to. It was surprising you hadn't noticed his presence sooner. The mass amounts of cursed energy he held having been enough to feel from outside the building. He was extremely powerful, so much so an average person could sense something bad happening when using his power. Too bad he was never serious.

"You could just put some cursed energy on your nose. I'm sure your strong enough to filter scents!" Mahito teases, closing in the distance between the both of you. You suck at your teeth in annoyance. Had he nothing better to do?

You scoff, "It wouldn't work. Besides, we should be saving energy right now, not wasting it on what we'd prefer to smell. Shouldn't you be looking after that emo kid right now anyway?"

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It was progressively getting more concerning. Every corner I turned were painfully laced in that smell. I'd been inhaling so much, so consistently I could almost taste whatever'd been lingering in the air of this building.

The taste... I'd hate to admit such a thing but from how familiar I am with the taste I'd say it was blood. That metallic sting in the back of my mouth worried me. It has to be but if it really were, where was it coming from? For such a strong smell to completely over take an entire building, the place would have to be painted in it. Walls plastered in that eerie crimson liquid so much so that the original shade of color adorn the wall would be no longer visible.

But it was nowhere to be found. Besides the discarded trash on the floor, the place was spotless. I'd almost rather have blood on the walls than this insanity.

Was I loosing my mind?

This entire situation has to be all in my head. Just another figment of my imagination. I'd wake tomorrow morning in my bed to my mom pulling the covers off my body. Or possibly her opening my windows to my horror posters that haven't see the light of day since they'd been bought. Yet everything felt so real. A tad too real. That cold chill of the filthy floor against my palms, the pain in my knees, the pang in my throat, the burn in my eyes, and the smell of blood with a hint of something unfamiliar lingering in my nose.

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Mahito leans down to the quivering man on the floor. He had no real will left in him, matter of fact, he probably aches to die but there was no actual exit from the state he was in. All he could do was sit back and watch his own inevitable demise.

Mahito places his hand down the mans knee watching him flinch. "Don't be scared. What you've got to be scared for?" He asks. An obvious rhetorical question due to the man being well over flabbergasted to emit any form of noise. His mouth hung agape and his pupils dilated in terror. It was difficult to watch, especially from your front row seat.

Finally finished with his teasing, he activated his cursed technique. The mans body stretches and strains before your very eyes. Progressively shrinking with each movement until he was entirely deformed and the size of an cockroach.

"Your evil." You say in complete disgust.

Shoving the 'man' in his pocket, he turns to face you, "Like your any different. People that associate themselves with me are just as evil."

"For one, I don't associate myself with you and second, I don't carry half- dead people in my pockets." You retort back, offended and appalled to be put in the same category with such a curse.

"You clearly in denial but besides that, Sakuna's Vessel should've already found the kid. He's pretty anger ridden but he seemed a little iffy when I talk about killing anyone that comes in his way. Hesitation of any sort will ruin all my hard work." He pouts, looking even more repulsive than he had before.

"Quit looking at me like that! I might actually cry." He whines.

"Come on," You say, completely ignoring his childlike behavior, "Oh, and turn the AC off before you leave."

Mahito nods but quickly turns back to you, "Why'd you have it on? It's the middle of the night. You should've already been chilly."

"It was the damn smell of the other people's limps. Tried to filter of the scent with the AC but I think it just spread it around the building. Shitty vents."

[sloaners]

Rules: post seven sentences from your current WIP and then tag seven others! Tagged by @blackkatmagic

——-(FOOD TRUCK AU TIME)——-

“Uhh—“ Junpei stalls, his mind going completely blank. Does Toudou mean a type of woman, or a particular person, or...

...Who would Yuuji pick?

A poster on the wall of the sweet potato truck flashes in Junpei’s mind. “Jennifer Lawrence?” he blurts out, wincing at the pitch of his own voice. It doesn’t sound believable in the slightest.

Megumi closes his eyes, pained, as Nobara facepalms.

But Toudou stares at Junpei with wild eyes, speechless, and a single beaded tear rolls down his cheek.

“Can it be,” Toudou mutters, “Is this fate...?”

———

tagging: um honestly whoever wants to do it! I’ll be happy to read anyone’s snippets :D

[yellowflowerbub]

Impressionable

a/n: I like writing stuff like this for Mahito because ya'll be a little too delusional sometimes. That being said READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING!!! Just for some context, your Junpei (not actually) if Itadori didn't meet him.

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): Mahito x Reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): Descriptions of corpses and gore, guilt tripping, manipulation. Definitely meant for mature audiences so please read with caution.

drip

The coarse feeling of rippled but wet flesh hugged the bottoms of your bare feet. Your stance uneven. Shock still evident in your posture as if you weren't the one who'd done it all in the first place. Thick crimson liquid fell down your hanging arms creating that ever so slight noise then forming together with the puddle of others like it.

drip

That horrid sound invaded the depths of your ears every couple seconds or so. It was nauseating. So sickening. So irritable that you couldn't imagine the lengths you would go to, to have it stop but all it would have taken in that moment was a movement. All that was needed was a tug of your shoulder bringing your arm upwards so it has no edge to fall from but, it seemed impossible. Your body was completely immobile. An empty vessel that stood were it last was able to.

drip

That familiar lump in your throat brought a prick to the inner corners of your eyes. Having tears fall seemed relaxing for it would've made you take a deep breath. Whether that breath would be panicked or rushed seemed irrelevant but such a simple action was unthinkable. The dryness of your waterline and the intense ping in your chest paired with one another so rigorously like they'd been preforming a choreography aimed at your suffering. An edge that would never be fallen from, let alone reached.

drip

A strange hum echoed throughout the courtyard. A feeble tune so quite yet so loud was an ear strain. It was as if someone had been whispering through a megaphone. Though the tune had no words, it seemed as if it were creating mockery of you. How gullible you'd been to believe the words of a person- creature that gave off no form of an empathetic emotion? It's sweet words carried no meaning and were coated with malice intent but because it was the first time hearing those words from someone other than your mother had you believe it.

drip

You weren't sure when it had gotten near but it's tall lanky body now stood over your own. Its figure so close to your own, you could see the small article of skin tearing from its indecorous stitches upon it's hideous face. His malevolent grin making them open more.

drip

"Come." It spoke. "Let's get you cleaned up."

drip

You knew you shouldn't have went but that fraction of imperceptible hope led your legs down the hill of corpses you once stood upon.

drip

[lesbianismsm]

"this is gonna be a fun year. i can feel it!"

[twinsonsofsatan-blog]

@majishansenshu

Yukio didn't know where the hell he is but his ears were twitching as he heard strange sounds and saw a bunch of weird things coming towards him. He didn't know what they were and his pistols weren't exactly keeping them back. He glanced around and didn't see anyone and unwrapped his tail from underneath his shirt and drew the Kurikara from its sheath and his ears grew and he was surrounded by a blue flame and went at the weird demons? Or at least what he thought were strange demons.

[feyacina]

HE JUST FUCKIING SLAPS HIM

FUCKIN

[durbikins]

I liked Junpei for the first two months of Persona 3, then he turned into an asshole because he couldn't beat the shadows. Then when he stops being an asshole, he becomes obsessed over that lolita that's working for hippie Jesus. Then Kuromaru joins the party and has the same element as Junpei but he can do more than Junpei too.  So for the rest of the game, Junpei got benched for a dog.