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slexenskee · 2 months ago

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Creep

Still trying to write things for the actual story but in the meanwhile here's a Bakugou x Yui oneshot 😅

He creeps into the hallway in the dead of night, bewildered to find the light is on in the music room, just the tiniest bit of it seeping through the cracks of the doorway. Over the hum of the air conditioner and the emergency lights, he can make out the steady beat of a bass, muffled by the many soundproofed layers in the walls of this particular room.

He’s usually the only one who haunts these halls this late at night, but he supposes he really shouldn’t be surprised to see that’s changed now that there’s more classmates rooming on campus.

And one classmate in particular.

He should just turn around, chalk the whole thing up to a wash and go back to tossing and turning in his bed. Or maybe head to the gym for a midnight run to burn off all this pent up energy.

He should leave her alone. She obviously wants the solitude, if she’s out here at this hour.

It must be hard, dealing with all their nosey classmates and the domineering pressure of her band’s fame. Kodai has never been the type to enjoy the spotlight, always keeping quiet on stage as her bandmates heckle each other, and dodging questions in interviews. She avoids any and all marketing.

She must hate it. All the attention the other kids give her, now that her identity (and Satoru’s) has become common knowledge.

And the last thing Katsuki wants to do is add to that burden.

Yet he can’t bring himself to just turn around and leave.

Actually, he’s crept closer, until his ear is pressed gently against the door.

The soundproofing is impressive. He can barely make out the throughline over the bass. It’s a good sound, though, a very strong and heavy rhythm that seamless transitions into what must be the chorus, crash cymbals adding into the mix. He can’t identify the song though from just that alone.

At this point, he can’t help but nudge the door open a little bit further, breaking the soundproof seal.

He sucks in a breath.

Yeah, he’s certain of it now. It’s not a song he’s ever heard. Not even on that unreleased album Ru-kun himself had given him.

And— holy shit— not only is she playing it on the drums, she’s singing it too.

He’s never managed that. Not very well, anyway. Sue him, it’s really fucking hard, okay? And to keep the melody so well while still maintaining the backbone of the rhythm section? He can’t fathom it.

And she makes it look so damn easy, too.

Her voice takes his breath away.

“Ain’t it fun? Living in the real world—“

He doesn’t think he’s ever really heard her sing— not like this, with her head thrown back, belting out the words. She’ll harmonize with Jirou sometimes, but for the most part, leaves the vocals to long ears. Jirou swears up and down she’s just as good, if not better of a singer than Jirou herself. Katsuki privately thinks she has the right of it— Kodai is amazing. No wonder Ru-kun put a song for a female vocalist on one of their few publicized albums. He must have really wanted her to sing it.

Katsuki can see why.

He thinks he could watch her just like this, forever. Something about her presence is magnetic, quieter and steadier than Ru-kun’s effusive persona, but no less charismatic. He wonders if he’s ever really seen her at peace like this, the way she is when it’s just her and her music, no one else to see it or get in the way.

She’s not just an artist— she’s art.

He shouldn’t linger here.

He’s intruding where he shouldn’t be. This is her private space, the solitude she craves after hours of dealing with other people, just a kid and the simple joy of a drum set. He knows that feeling better than most. So he knows damn well he should get the fuck out of here and leave her alone.

So why won’t his feet cooperate?

She’s reached what must be the breakdown of the song, a fun chant that has him automatically tipping his head to the beat. Then there’s the magnificent drumroll as she barrels into what must be the final chorus of the song. He needs to get out of here before she finishes, before there’s no rumbling bass to hide the click of the door shutting behind him. Before she sees him, and this bewitching tableau is utterly ruined. Before he ruins it.

“Ain’t it good— being all alone?”

Maybe one day he’ll have the courage to open the door and talk to her properly. Tell her all the things he wishes he know how to say—

How much he admires her, not just as a fellow musician, or even as a fellow hero in training— just her, as a person. Although yeah, he’s got a hell of a lot to say about her music.

How much he wants to play this fucking song with her one day, maybe with all their friends or just the two of them. Maybe they’ll make it into a dueling drum duet, or maybe she’ll teach him the drum part and sing it with him.

How much he wants to play all her songs with her. And maybe make a few new ones together someday. He doubts he’ll ever come close to Ru-kun’s musical genius, but he thinks it’ll be worth a shot, if only because it’s something they’ll make together.

He slides out of the room just before she gets to the final fill, slumping against the wall just outside it as he buries a hand into his hair.

He lets out a long breath.

Great. Just great. He’d come out here in the middle of the night to clear out his head— and now it’s even more muddled than ever.

Yui was originally going to be playing Creep by Radiohead because I was really into that song when I wrote this, but decided Paramore was more her vibe haha. Meanwhile, Katsuki is definitely going to be playing Creep for the foreseeable future and Satoru and All Might are going to be like 'yeah great song and all but why???'

#mdnsy oneshots #fic may death never stop you

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Will we watch yui and bkg fall in love? Aww i'm here for it

Haha I'm all for giving the readers what they want so why not 😂 honestly bakugou wrote himself into this entire damn fic I swear

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What Moon Songs (Do you sing your babies)

Sorry I've dissappeared off the face of the earth I'm crawling my way out of the abyss 😭 to make up for it here's 10 google doc pages of the GojoxHawks mpreg AU

(this is AU after the first few chapters of FLW)

It’s only afterwards— months afterwards, that he realizes the full extent of his own stupid actions.

So many things had to perfectly align in exactly the wrong way for this to happen. But each and every one of them was his own damn fault, so there’s really no one to blame here but himself.

It had to have happened when Hawks had been sick and recovering in his hotel room, that’s the only way the timing lines up. Gojo has always been good about practicing safe sex— considering how he sleeps around, he sort of has to— and has never slipped up even once… until Hawks. Multiple times, actually, not even counting the time he was sick. There’d also been that time in Palawan, when he hadn’t brought any condoms with him because he’d honestly thought he wouldn’t need them. That had been rather profoundly short sighted of him, in hindsight. And then of course there were the time(s) when Hawks was staying in his hotel room, when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and once again Gojo hadn’t thought to go out and buy any condoms because he’d genuinely thought he wouldn’t need any. Hawks had been sick! Basically delirious! How was he supposed to know that the moment he’d recovered enough he’d jump him? And on a related note, how was Gojo supposed to summon up enough willpower to stop him?

To that point— how was Gojo even supposed to know he should stop him?

That too, though, is entirely his fault.

Apparently it’s a regular part of sex-ed during middle school— except Gojo never went to class in middle school, so he’d entirely missed the memo. With the advent of quirks came a rare genetic mutation that allows for male pregnancies among a small subset of the population. Rare, but not entirely unheard of, either. It was certainly common enough for a segment to be taught in public schools, and testing to be done as part of the gamut of health checks most kids go through around puberty. Most kids aside from Gojo, who was out terrorizing organized crime syndicates just for fun at that age.

Yeah, he’s a fucking idiot. This entire situation was so laughably avoidable, and yet he’d managed to end up in it anyway.

Anyway so now he’s having an existential meltdown in the middle of his still unfinished bathroom, staring numbly at the flecks of grout still flaking off the new tile, wondering what the fuck he’s supposed to do now.

“Satoruuu,” a voice whines from the other side of the bathroom door. “I need to pee.”

Gojo scrambles to his feet, binning the evidence of all the pregnancy tests and burying it under a cloud of toilet paper just before he wrenches the door open, smile fixed in place. “Sorry Eri-chan! I was spacing out.”

Eri just takes the excuse at face value, bounding into the only current usable bathroom in the house and shutting the door behind her.

Gojo sighs wearily, slumping against the wall just outside the door.

Alright, first on the agenda is finding a temporary residence for them while he gets an army of contractors to fix the worst of the ‘home improvement’ sins he’s committed upon this house as quickly as possible. He’d originally thought redoing the rooms would be a fun bonding activity for him and Eri, but now he knows all those chemicals will be bad for… for the baby, so that’s probably a bad idea now. He’s also going to need this house in livable condition as fast as he can make it happen, because apparently… there’s going to be a baby here in less than six months.

He’s also going to need a doctor, and a very good and discreet one at that. From what he’s read in his mad frenzy of online searching, male pregnancies are very high risk. He’s not at all worried for himself, seeing as though he can heal from just about anything, but that same protection doesn’t extend to the other person currently taking up roost inside him. He frowns. Or does it? Wouldn’t his reversed-curse technique still work on them when they’re still a parasite leeching off of his body? When exactly does their cursed energy start to deviate from each others to the point he can no longer heal them as an extension of himself? Man, what he wouldn’t give for a conversation with Shoko right now.

He can worry about things like clothes and furniture and baby food after he’s settled the most immediate concerns on his list. Namely, fixing this house and finding a doctor. And telling Eri, although he doubts that will be much of an issue. The girl will be beyond excited to be an older sibling.

Now as for telling his family and telling Hawks…

Gojo winces.

Yeah, okay. It says a lot that he’d rather tell Endeavor, to his face, that he’s getting another grandchild than fessing up to Hawks about carrying his kid. Even the thought of it is going to give him a stress tumor.

Well, stress is bad for babies, right? So maybe he should just table the thought for later. You know, for his health.

At any rate there are a lot of things he could have done differently to stop himself from getting in this situation, and plenty more he could have done to salvage it had he known about it.

As it stands, mulling in his own regrets isn’t going to help anyone, least of all himself.

All he can do now is try to find a viable path forward… whatever that may be.

“All done,” Eri announces as she closes the bathroom door behind her, sounding inordinately proud of herself. “I washed my hands.”

Gojo huffs out a laugh under his breath.

She’s so adorably precocious. With the way she quietly longs for a loving home and family, she’ll be ecstatic to hear she’ll get the chance to be an older sister. She already bosses Meow around like he’s a little brother, and has a troop of stuffed animals she often pretends are her baby siblings. Between living with him and starting a life outside of the traumatic confines of the Shie Hassakai, bringing a new kid into the mix will be a lot on a little girl. But Gojo doesn’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing; the change will be good for her, and help her focus on things to look forward to.

“Good job, Eri-chan.” He reaches down to ruffle her hair.

It feels sort of silly to praise someone for using the bathroom and washing their hands properly afterwards, but Fuyumi had told him these kinds of habits are good to ingrain at this age. And at least he never had to worry about teaching her how to use the bathroom in the first place.

He internally winces at the thought.

At almost six years-old, Eri is fairly self-sufficient. She can’t be left alone in the house, and needs supervision for things like bathtubs and cutting up her own food, but he doesn’t have to worry about her accidentally rolling over and suffocating herself, or falling down the stairs and breaking her neck. She can use words to express herself well enough, and for the most part can be trusted to sleep through the night by herself without incident.

A baby… can’t do any of that. From what little he remembers of Fuyumi and Natsuo’s births, they can’t even lift their own heads up.

And he remembers what it was like, having those two toddlers running about the house. Rei tried her best, and she even had housekeepers and maids to help her, but more often than not Gojo ended up having to figure out what the hell to do with these strange babbling creatures that kept trying to follow him around entirely on his own. It was definitely a trial by fire. He remembers dragging Fuyumi and Natsuo to the park by himself, trying to push Fuyumi on a swing while Natsuo wanted to climb on his back. Natsuo had ended up falling off his shoulders while he was attempting to keep Fuyumi from jumping off the swing. The two year-old Natsuo had, shockingly enough, brushed the fall off after a few seconds blinking up at Gojo waiting to see his own reaction; seconds in which Gojo had swore his heart stopped. He’d thought he’d accidentally broken his little brother’s neck.

He’d refused to come out of his room, let alone spend unsupervised time with them, for weeks after that.

Eventually he’d had to come to the startling realization that the little brats were more resilient than he thought, but he wasn’t liable to forget how easy they were to kill by accident.

He didn’t do a… completely terrible job with them, in hindsight.

He tends to forget about that time in his life, before he’d started sleeping out of the house more often than he did in it, before Rei started locking herself in her room for weeks at a time. But he’d been there for it, even if he didn’t have to care for his siblings in the manner he eventually would once both Rei and Endeavor were out of the picture. And despite his best efforts, there were times when a toddler would be thrust at him and he’d had to figure out what the hell to do with them without making them cry.

But he hadn’t wanted to be put in that situation, and he’s not sure if he wants it now, either.

He’s all for owning up to his own mistakes, but there’s more at stake here than just his own sense of responsibility.

He looks down at Eri, who’s blinking up at him with a curious expression.

“Say, Eri-chan, you wanna go on an adventure today?”

She tilts her head. “Adventure?”

His very first instinct is denial.

After that comes a surge of fear. He’s not ready for a baby. He’s not even ready for kids, despite the fact he currently has one. He’s never been ready— not in this life, or his last. He’d always shoved the thought out of his mind before it could take root.

But standing in the backyard of the Todoroki house, he feels a strange sense of peace and inevitably overcome him.

Sure, this was unexpected, but is he truly as unprepared as he thinks he is?

Fuyumi is taking advantage of the unseasonably warm afternoon to spread a picnic blanket out by the pond and pull out a bunch of old picture books for Eri. She wants to start a scrapbook for Eri, now that she’s going to be part of the family, and the first step in that is apparently going through all of their old photos. Fuyumi is a little sad to see the box is mostly full of unused materials, and the books themselves are almost entirely untouched, but rallies admirably and decides to use the afternoon as an opportunity to finish them.

This wasn’t what Gojo had intended when he’d dropped by the house to see her, but they seem to be having such a good time that he can’t bring himself to interrupt them.

He ends up sitting with them and going through the photos, feeling a bit overwhelmed by how nostalgic they make him.

As much as he’d tried to run away from it all at the time, he’d been just as much of a parental figure in Fuyumi and Natsuo’s lives as their own two parents. Not because he’d wanted to fill that role, but simply because there was no one else. And at the time, it hadn’t seemed like that monumental of a responsibility. Gojo wasn’t alone in raising them; Endeavor could be counted on to fund their lifestyle, and there had been a vast array of staff to help with various household chores. There were some days when the cook had time off, and the messes around the house became too big to wait for the weekly cleaning service, and Gojo would step in to fill the gap, but for the most part he didn’t have to worry about little tasks like that. Their basic needs had always been taken care of, so it was only the more… personal duties that he ended up shouldering.

They didn’t have staff for things like walks to school and back, or help with homework, or bedtime schedules. If Fuyumi needed help in the morning with her shoelaces, or Natsuo threw a tantrum because his favorite soccer ball was missing, Gojo had been the one to fill the missing parental role. He was the one who bought them all slip-on shoes just to bypass the hassle of shoelaces entirely, and he was the one who took Natsuo on an adventure to the nearest Donki to placate him with a brand new soccer ball and several other toys on top of that whenever he had a tantrum.

At the time he’d just brushed all that off as the bare minimum an older brother (who was actually mentally a full grown adult) should do for their younger siblings, but looking back on it, that was parenting.

The amount of meltdowns he had to endure was enough to make him shudder. Rei was never any good with handling those to begin with, growing anxious and frustrated the longer Fuyumi or Natsuo spent crying, and as the years passed she stopped trying to handle them at all. Gojo wasn’t any better at it, at first, but he’d learned through practice when to distract them and when to just let them cry it out. He’d learned a lot of childrearing tricks through pure trial and error; how to get them out the door for school on time without any whining or tears; how to entertain them on rainy afternoons; how to get them to brush their teeth and comb their hair before bed; how to pick out clothes the night before school so they weren’t scrambling around and wasting time in the morning.

In hindsight, that was probably why he had very few issues with Eri. Aside from her trauma-related meltdown at the toy store, he very rarely had any problems with tantrums.

Looking back on all the photos of his youth, he actually comes to realize… he’s more experienced and prepared than he’d originally thought.

At this point in his lifetime(s), he’s technically raised two sets of kids— three, if he wants to count Eri. And each time he’s ended up in this situation, he’s gotten better and better at handling it. Sure, in all three of these situations he’d never asked to be put in the position of a parental figure, but that didn’t make it any less true.

He’s stunned to realize that at this point… he probably wouldn’t be all that awful at fatherhood. A damn sight better than either of his own fathers, at the very least.

“So, I’m assuming you didn’t come all the way out here to reminisce on old photos,” Fuyumi says, after they’ve distracted Eri in the yard with an old bouncy ball.

Gojo sighs, scratching at the back of his neck. He supposes he ought to just rip the bandaid off. “No, I didn’t. I actually… had a bit of a favor to ask you.”

“Of me?” Fuyumi asks, looking rather mystified and perplexed, as if the thought of Gojo needing anything— let alone help from his little sister— was so surreal she could scarcely believe it.

“Yeah.”

He really hates to do this, but he can swallow his pride when he needs to. And right now, there’s really only one person he can entrust with this.

“... Can you call Endeavor here for me?”

Truly, this child… Endeavor is never going to meet with him without having heart palpitations, is he?

“So,” Touya claps his hands, grinning brightly at him. “Remember when I said I couldn’t have kids? I lied.”

Endeavor staggers into the seat behind him, wondering if he’s having an out of body experience. This can’t be happening. This is… he cannot comprehend this.

The strongest villain— and hero— on the planet, with the spotlight firmly fixed on his every move, with so many viciously hungry enemies waiting to tear him down on all sides of the law, is really trying to tell him that—

“You’re pregnant?” He repeats, voice high with disbelief.

“Surprise!” Touya cheers. “I’ve got… I think six more months until I have a baby? Give or take a few?”

“We have to start shopping,” Fuyumi gushes at his side, already looking effusively giddy at the thought. “We have to come up with a theme for the room! Not to mention all the clothes and the toys… let’s do something matching with Eri-chan! That’ll be so cute!”

Endeavor stares at her like she’s grown a second head. She’s taking this news without breaking stride. She actually looks pleased about it. She’s excited. There’s a new addition to the family, and a new child to dote on. A baby, no less. An excruciatingly helpless, tiny, little baby…

Endeavor cannot share in her joy at all.

He’s absolutely, unequivocally, terrified. He doesn’t think he’s been this afraid in his entire life.

Despite all the chaos he regularly kicks up on a daily basis, Touya is a hard person to worry about. He’s too powerful, too in control of his own abilities and the world around him, to ever truly worry about him, no matter what life or death situation he finds himself in.

And right now, at what is undoubtedly the most dangerous time in his life— he’s also at his most vulnerable.

The fact that he’s here, coming to Endeavor at all, means he’s well aware of this fact.

Endeavor sighs heavily.

He wants to be happy for his eldest son. In a way, he thinks he is. Touya is an excellent older brother to his younger siblings, and already a wonderful father to Eri. He’ll be a wonderful father to this new child, too. And he doesn’t hate the thought of grandchildren. The thought of them throws him into a bit of an existential panic, but he’s hardly against the idea. If anything it’s a good thing, that his children are growing up and having families of their own, that he hasn’t ruined that for them in the same way he’s ruined so much of their lives…

But it’s hard to be happy for him when, at his core, he only feels fear.

Todoroki Enji has always been a creature full of fear. Fear of his angry drunk of a father, fear of being abandoned by his mother, fear of her new husband that was even worse than her first. As he grew, that fear quickly turned to anger, anger into hatred and, finally, into suffering. It’s a cycle that, in hindsight, he’s shocked he hadn’t pushed onto his own children. Torn of any outlet to feel anger towards, all he can feel now is fear.

“No,” he finds himself saying, abruptly cutting Fuyumi off.

Both his children turn to look at him.

“It’s too dangerous,” he says. “We’ll have an assistant procure the necessities. No one can find out about this.”

“But, dad…” Fuyumi starts to protest.

He shakes his head adamantly. “This is a very dangerous situation, Fuyumi. You may be a private citizen, but you are well known as my daughter. Even that is worrisome, but if anyone was to connect you to Touya…”

Touya tilts his head at him, expression impossible to read. “You think I’ll be putting her in danger?”

“I think you’re putting yourself in danger.” Endeavor shakes his head. “Touya, this is… your situation is already precarious, and for the next few months, you’ll be at your most vulnerable. The media is already hunting for any information they can find on you, to say nothing of law enforcement and the government. You cannot have word of this getting out.”

Touya just raises a brow. “Are you trying to tell me what to do, old man?”

“No!” Endeavor denies, loudly, scared that his eldest will dismiss his concerns out of hand simply because they’re coming from him.

He knows he’s never had a good relationship with his eldest son. It’s bold of him to assume he ever even had a relationship with him, at all. Touya has never wanted his advice, even as a child. As an adult, he probably wants it even less.

“No,” he says, softer this time, closing his eyes. “I know I have no right to tell you what to do— just as you have no reason to ever heed my advice. But if I can offer you any bit of wisdom from my own experience having children in the spotlight, let it be this.”

He all but deflates in his seat, opening his eyes. He’s surprised to see Touya isn’t leaping for his throat at the very thought of his worthless father attempting to lecture him in any capacity. But Touya has always surprised him at every turn, so perhaps he shouldn’t be so shocked. If anything, Touya seems rather willing to hear him out, sitting placidly across from him.

He meets that unyielding, crystalline gaze with a solemn expression. “Your mother went to all her prenatal appointments under a false name,” he starts, slowly. “The doctor was aware of her true identity, but I avoided going there in person.”

That was, in truth, both a precaution and a personal choice. He’s ashamed to say he wouldn’t have wanted to go in the first place, and the security the anonymity gave her was simply a convenient excuse.

“I can vouch for the security of Mustafu General,” he continues. “Almost every hero in the area uses them, and their discretion is top-notch.”

He rubs warily at his forehead.

If he’d thought having children as the Number Two Hero was a liability, he cannot even fathom what it will be like for Touya. Rei was a civilian, and the secretive nature of their marriage made her easy to slip under the radar. His face and name may have been known unanimously across the country, but hers had not. But Touya was not only in a physically vulnerable position, he was also the one in the spotlight. And if the father is who he thinks it is…

He clears his throat, awkwardly. “May I ask who the father is?”

Fuyumi looks tentatively towards Touya, brow creasing. Touya doesn’t even bat an eyelash as he says, blandly, “No.”

Endeavor nods. He’d expected that response. Touya has no reason to confide in him.

“... Touya,” Fuyumi starts, hesitantly. “Do you think it might be… better to tell him?”

Touya shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he says. He stares Endeavor down in a way that’s rather pointed as he adds, slowly; “I think, for everyone’s sake, it’s best if that’s left to interpretation. Plausible deniability, and all that.”

Endeavor swallows down the dry lump in his throat.

Yes, Touya is right. It’s best if he doesn’t have definitive confirmation on who the father is. Nonetheless it’s a damning thing to say. Does Touya not trust Hawks? Perhaps. But more than likely, Touya does not trust who Hawks works for. Even now, the HPSC is maintaining a worrying, awful silence when it comes to International Pro Hero Six Eyes. And Endeavor, as a hero licensed under their jurisdiction, is just as beholden to them. If they come asking, for whatever reason, it’s better for everyone if he has nothing to tell them.

“Touya is right,” he agrees, voice grave. “The less people who know the truth, the better. Myself included.”

Fuyumi purses her lips, but says nothing else.

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy oneshots

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slexenskee · 2 months ago

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Can we please get you updated / 2025 skincare reccs? 👀

I love love love getting these asks 😂

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I'm obssessed with this mask - it's so gross but soooo satisfying to see the blackheads as they come out. It's the Elizavecca Milk Piggy Hell Pore Clean Up mask if the link doesn't work.

Most of these you can get online I think? I just linked them so its easy to see pictures/prices I do not endorse yesstyle particularly although I do buy from them and have never had any issues, but they're not always the cheapest. If you're going to Korea, a lot of these can be found in Olive Youngs pretty easily!

#slex asks

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slexenskee · 2 months ago

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Just read the new chapter of- All These Things That I've Done- loved it!!! Loved the little show no scrub did and the different POV’s on satoru 🤩 really made me want to see them go on world tour! Will there be one in the fic? Or is that too much spoilers 🤭

anyway thanks for all the hard work! Really love the fics, and whenever I listen to your playlist of- have I ever told you about my gay Jesus theory?- I always imagine no scrub and ru-kun as the one’s playing

Yes there will be!! It's going to be called - and yes, I know this will shock everyone - the May Death Never Stop You Tour 😂 I cant wait to write it if I could just drag myself through the current arc 🥲

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy asks

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slexenskee · 2 months ago

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I was wondering is katsuki × yui gonna be a thing? bc it's so cute and i'm totally rooting for them reading the new chapter my cute lil smartass drummers

I didn't realize how many asks there were about this in my inbox until I finally sat down and cracked it open 😂 I mean why not if everyone's here for it??!

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy asks

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slexenskee · 2 months ago

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yooooo my friend and I just found your gojo hotd fic and found it SO delightful🙏🏼🙏🏼 do you have any plans to come back to it at any point? i would feast upon any morsel or crumb

fr though your writing is a blessing, made a truly bonkers premise sooo fun to read

I'm excited that now I can go read your gojo mha fic too ! 💜🫡

I probably will yes! Haha i need to figure out how I want it to end though first 😅 the naruto one might come first tbh since I have a good outline for it

#ask

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slexenskee · 2 months ago

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Okay so on May Death Never Stop You there was this forewarning that you don't recommend anyone read JJK and that you'll probably rant about it on Tumblr later. As someone who recently consumed all of JJK in a fever dream this is me politely requesting that rant because I deeply resonated with that, lmao.

OOF hi finally got back on tumblr and let me just roll up my sleeves here for a second 😂

ok at some point I had a whole rant about this with references to interviews and everything, but at this point the open wound that is JJK doesn't hurt as much so I'm not as passionate about it and don't have the spoons to come up with a thesis-worthy response here.

Basically, I think Gege just kind of gave up on this story about halfway through with it. Take your pick of reasons - first of all, he's on record saying his editor forced him into the premise. he didn't want to do the usual shounen trope of 3 protagonists, 2 boys and a girl, and he didn't want them to be in school either. (I think this is why JJK always reads better to me if I pretend they're in college, but I'm also a GoYuu shipper so I'm probably biased lol) we can infer there were probably a lot of things about the usual shounen troupe that got shoe horned into his story that he didn't like, so straight from the get go it wasn't the story he wanted to write. He was also told it was 'too dark' - which, if it was too dark in the beginning boy oh boy did that editor not know how things would go! He's also on record saying he wants to write an idol manga, which is just... sure?

Also towards the middle of it I kind of realized all at once that the character development I was hoping for was just never going to come. This was an action manga with more emphasis on convoluted power systems and video game mechanic buffs and debuffs and fight scenes than it was on backstories or authentic developing relationships between characters. He's also on record saying he finds that aspect very difficult, so yeah that checks out. And that part I totally get. If it's not something you want to write or are good at writing, of course you struggle with it and all that. So I guess I just wish he had a stronger editor to push him or just remind him that that kind of stuff is really important in a story where we need to be motivated by being invested in characters? Or maybe I'm just an outlier viewer and most of his audience is more interested in the fights.

Which brings me to another ??? I didn't understand. Purely from a marketing perspective, why would you kill off all your most popular characters? I guess in the end Nobara wasn't actually dead ,just noped off screen for most of the storyline, but Nanami and Gojo? I guess maybe Nanami wasn't that popular outside of internet fangirls haha, but Gojo? He and Nobara were main characters- they're in all the collabs and all the merch, it felt very odd to just kill them off. But now I recall that Minato merch is pretty successful in Japan, considering I could get my hands on it years after the show ended, and homeboy was literally dead for the whole series lol. So maybe it just doesn't affect the bottom line as much as I assume.

Anyway, I guess part of the reason I like the shounen genre so much is that it follows a script that I find comforting. It's like a romcom, you know? Yeah they can be novel and original but at the end of the day there are some universal truths, like the main couple gets together in the end, and even if the premise seems dark it's always funny somehow. Shounen is the same. The hero comes out at the end, and it can be a long and difficult journey, and there will be deaths that hit hard, but every since Dragon Ball there have always been characters that have plot armor against that, you know? Like if the main character dies, he gets resurrected again. Most of the main cast has close calls but never actually dies. Sure, there are some heavy deaths, like Ace in One Piece, or Jiraiya in Naruto, but there's a reason Bakugou didn't actually die in MHA. That's just not Shounen to kill him off, and I think fans appreciate that. So Nanami dying in JJK felt like that - like it was meant to be the heavy hitting death. So did Mai for Maki. Nobara's 'death' always annoyed me because it was completely glossed over and didn't serve any purpose. And then there's obviously Gojo. It didn't feel like it had a purpose to me, other than the fact he was too powerful to make sense in the story to leave alive.

Like why did you just drag us through this sad and exhausting slog through a very high-stakes chase to unseal him, only for him to just die after all that? It just felt hollow and exhausting to read it. Like I was done with despair. Despair is good when it's paced well, but it felt like there was nothing in this story but doom and gloom ever since the 'heroes' failed in the Shibuya Arc. There was nothing to break it up, it was just more doom and gloom over and over again. Not to mention I just found everything about the Culling Games to be deeply confusing. There were way too many convoluted rules involved. I can't fathom trying to read that arc one chapter at a time, once a week. I would never be able to remember what was supposed to be going on.

I honestly stopped caring after the Maki arc. It was my absolute favorite arc besides the hidden inventory one, and I think the story peaked there tbh. JJK was his first long-form project and I think it shows. The pacing is off, the story beats are misaligned, and it feels very rushed. JJK 0, Hidden Inventory, the Maki arc, those are some incredible and tight storylines that hit every beat and are just incredible. And I don't say this to point a finger at him - it's his first long-form story and his debut to boot, of course he'll find it hard. I blame his editors for it honestly.

Okay now my fingers hurt lol sorry for the rant I hope it was as cathartic for you to read as it was for me to write!!

#spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #ask

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slexenskee · 3 months ago

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me doing japanese homework:

wait a minute….

#dank memes

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slexenskee · 5 months ago

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Never going to get over the fact Ichigo blew past every enemy, every ally, every dear friend laying wounded and bleeding and broken on the ground to quietly stand with Byakuya in what they both thought were his final moments.

He checked on Rukia, but left her on the ground.

He checked on Renji, but left him collapsed in rubble.

He'd left behind his human friends.

He'd torn through the one enemy directly in front of him and blew past all the rest as unimportant.

All to be at Byakuya's side. All to listen to what might have been his final words and last request and cry with him over the horror and tragedy of his death and the ruin of Soul Society.

This is equally as profoundly devoted and romantic as Byakuya unhesitatingly killing someone he thought was a mentor because they were Ichigo's enemy.

They both, in separate situations, unprompted by anyone, chose the other over everyone else in a desperate situation.

#don’t even go here but I’ve been converted to this ship

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slexenskee · 6 months ago

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“why didn’t shoko and satoru do more for suguru?” satoru died that day.

“suguru was suffering from ptsd!” satoru died and also had ptsd. unfortunately his ptsd presented in a way that benefitted jujutsu society and allowed him to be exploited more easily by the adults around him.

“suguru was suffering why didn’t they show more care!” he didn’t let them. he brushed off their concern and probably would have bitten their heads off.

“shoko is a doctor!” she was actually 17 years old practicing without a licence because GUESS WHAT! she too was exploited for her technique!

“how did nobody check on suguru after his friends died?” satoru carried riko’s dead body. haibara was friends with satoru and shoko too. shoko did his autopsy and handled his dead body. nanami quit jujutsu completely. they were all heartbroken and miserable and stretched beyond their limits. why didn’t he check on satoru (who probably saw haibara’s other half somewhere and cleaned up the mess from where he died) and shoko who actually handled his dead body?

“suguru was depressed and traumatised!” so is like, every other jujutsu sorcerer. so were all his friends. how many of them turned to mass murder? yeah… exactly.

suguru needed medical intervention from PROFESSIONALS and needed to see a psychiatrist and ACTUAL SUPPORT from adults. there’s only so much the other exploited children could have done for him because i don’t know… they too, were busy being exploited. by the adults. satoru is the adult in place for his students so none of them get as bad as suguru. they have the love and support to keep going. suguru had no support and wouldn’t accept the little he could get from his friends. how can you reach your hand out and help someone who slaps it away? and why is there more blame on the EXPLOITED CHILDREN who were given NO SUPPORT after multiple severely traumatic incidents that happened closely to each other and not… the adults who let it happen? so what if they were strong, they’re just kids. they’re kids. it shouldn’t have been up to them, they should have been protected. but it’s always satoru and shoko’s fault that suguru decided to become a racist genocidal cult leader to treat his mental illness (never mind the fact that they’re both mentally ill themselves) and never the system that allowed him to become that way. it’s also never his own fault for deciding to kill all those people and then stick with that plan years later.

#PREACH

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slexenskee · 10 months ago

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UMMMM I love this Gojo in his final fight super buff daddy era would absolutely have everyone in MDNSY straight LOSING it 😂 and all his UA students thought they had crushes on him before?? Hooo boy

BIG JJK SPOILERSSSSSSS LIKE REALLY BIG

This is for the may death never stop you JKK x MHA fanfic by Slexenskee

So it’s 1am for me and I can’t sleep, so I decided to write the idea that’s been sitting in my head for AGES. This all came to me when I realised character heights.

For info:

Hawks: 5’8

Dabi: 5’9

Gojo: 6’3 (!!! Never realised he was that tall)

Endeavor: 6’5

((Ps I’m a sucker for height difference. Through anything (romantic and platonic relationships, if there’s a height difference happening I eat it up).

[Later realised I think I got a thing for tall characters]

So to set the scene.

1) everyone close to gojo is semi aware of his past life, or more that there’s something more to the man that’s kinda other worldly.

2) Some big fights happened, like I mean the level BEFORE the final level big fight.

3) Someone’s hit gojo with a quirk that’s reverted him back to his old form that kinda is his body healed with scars from his death

Now gojos been hit into rubble, so no one can see him, and no one can see his new (well old??) form.

Everyone’s trying to collect themselves, contact help since the villains have fucked off somewhere, and just trying to do damage control (which is hard with busted radios everywhere). Hawks hasn’t been able to find Gojo and he’s worried just a small bit (cos gojo is so strong he can defend himself against anything, but also hawks can’t help but worry for his love).

Hawks quickly meets up with Yui, who he had dumped Eri onto when he had to quickly join the fight.

Him and Gojo had taken Eri out as a treat for the day, later running into Yui when shit went down.

They are trying to collect themselves, figure out what to do about Gojo missing; when suddenly, through the dark of night that’s just being lit from the city lights a man appears from no where.

He’s tall, well built, carrying himself like he’s tired, he’s wearing white baggy pants, a tight black shirt ripped at the bottom ( exposing the thick scar that seems to wrap around his waist), and scars covering the whole of the top half of his body (based of a fanart I’ve seen somewhere, with Gojo having healed). He looks familiar to all of them, but yet alien.

None of them react towards the man just standing there, with him almost standing at Endeavors height. Hawks asks who he is; this causes the tired man to falter a bit. The first to actually move is Eri as she runs at the man with her arms open, tears in her eyes.

“Satoru!”

The man crouches down so that she can run straight into her arms. (Gojo was worried something had happened to her during the big fight). He brought her in close, allowing her head to hide itself into his neck.

Hawks can’t believe it for a moment, but then he sees it. Past the scars, the different height, the different build (his Gojo is more skinny and leaner, while as the old Gojo had to build muscle quickly while locked away [ps I don’t read jjk, just get heavily spoiled a lot. So pls just go with the flow of what I’m saying]), Hawks is able to see that it’s Gojo Satoru, the man he loves.

He later becomes ashamed at himself for not noticing is sooner then Eri.

He quickly runs over to join the small hug.

Yui watches from afar, eyes widening in shock

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So then only a few hours after that, they have found themselves at Endevours agency. They had managed to contact the other heroes and inform them of the chosen meeting spot, agreeing it was best to move onto the next plan with this big shot villains who are on AFO level.

Of course endeavour is the first one there. He sends Gojo a questioning look:

“What, don’t recognise your own son?”

That gets him slow widening eyes, and shocked silence.

Then the detective and Eraserhead arrive. The repetitive confused silence of them trying to see where they seen this tall scarred man before:

“Are you guys serious. I don’t even look that different.”

Slow widening eyes. Shocked silence.

After that Gojo had found scrap paper to write his name ‘Gojo Satoru’ proudly on it, then stuck it to his shirt with a safety pin. Sitting right on his chest. He sat down back with a huff, and crossed arms (hawks tries so hard to not stare at them. It almost feels like cheating when his man looks like someone else).

Then Deku and Shoto herd themselves in. Shoto looks at Gojo, then his name tag, opens his eyes slightly, almost opens his mouth in shock before he regains his composure. He nods and goes to sit down.

Deku isn’t as quick. His eyes had scanned around the room, at all the people seeming to talk about the event. When his eyes fall on Gojo, he just squints them; he starts mumbling some gibberish about recognising him from somewhere.

Gojo slowly moves one hand out from his arm pit (Deku watches the moments just as slowly), and moves the hands to point at the name tag.

Realisation hits, his eyes widen. Shocked silence. For a difference, Deku blushes (he felt a hint of his old crush return, but he went to squash it quickly).

You get the idea. A lot of people arrive, some not noticing Gojo, while others do and repeat the above process of freaking out over the hot, tall, muscley man brooding in the corner whose clothes are half falling off.

When all might had walked into the room and came to the same realisation, he was almost spewing blood.

For everyone (except the obvious people who ain’t attracted to gojo) the scarred covered man looked very different from Gojo (eyes and hair aside); but he was just as hot (gojo causing crisises again).

That’s all I can be bothered writing for now, might write more later.

The main idea is JJK!Gojo looks very different from MHA!Gojo. I’m going off memory from how Gojo been looking in the latest manga updates of him, which had him drawn bulky (which I love). JJK!Gojo is taller, has a more masculine features happening, bigger bulk, scares all over top half and such.

I def wanna up my drawing skills so I can show u guys how I’m imagining Gojo sitting and sulking, with his horrible name tag just there.

It’s now 1:52 so ima just upload this without looking over it and checking spelling. Thank you and good night.

#mdnsy #fic may death never stop you

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