i rly appreciate this blog cus all the other similar ones i've seen r just full of transmisogynists T_T
They really are. Constantly polling shit like "have you ever been SAed by a transwoman?" and the comment sections are always full of TERFs and TMRAs (go figure).
Rest assured that many of those clowns are now in our blocklist, and we intend to keep this blog as much of a safe space as it can be for a problematic poll blog.
Hi hi!! Can I gets a fic with toddler regressor! Midoriya izuku going nonverbal during an outing and lowkey regressing but he doesnt know what's happening and he just kind of rolls with it and the rest of 1-A's just like "whelp, looks like we've got a toddler on our hands??" Idk idk but yeah. Please n thankies
I loved this idea so much. Here is your fanfiction!! Mainly featuring Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Asui as the caregivers, with brief appearances from most of Class 1-A but I couldn’t fit everyone in. Also some Dadzawa, of course.
Can be read below the 'read more’ or here on AO3.
Content Warnings: Sensory overload, non-verbal regression, briefly mentioned fear of Bakugou, involuntary regression in public.
-Mod Stella
Izuku had always enjoyed shopping with his class.
Of course, now that they had moved into the dorms, there were new rules. A teacher had to come with them, and the students were required to stay in groups of three at all times. They had gone shopping in chaotic groups in their first year, but now leaving campus was an entire event, filled with paperwork and anticipation.
Today, Izuku sat in the middle of the bus between Ochako and Shouto, discussing their math homework. Around them, the rest of 1-A was humming with gossip and excitement as the city sped by outside the bus. Eventually, the conversation turned to specific questions, and all three pulled out their notebooks to compare their answers.
Kaminari wandered over to check on Ochako’s answers, earing him a smack on the head from Kirishima.
“Dude, come one, cheating is totally uncool!”
“I was just checking my answer,” Kaminari pouted, rubbing his head. “I wanted to know if I got question three right!”
“Bring your notebook over,” said Izuku. “The more the merrier!”
By the time they reached the mall, half of the class had their notebooks out and were arguing about the bonus question.
“Not to discourage you from schoolwork, but we could have stayed on campus if you wanted a study session,” Aizawa called from the front of the bus as the doors opened.
“We’re here!” Mina cried, shoving her notebook into her backpack and bolting for the door without zipping up her bag. Izuku could see her through the bus windows as the rest of the class followed her, bouncing impatiently in place as she waited for them. Izuku joined the line outside the bus, waiting for Aizawa to check the class numbers and announce the groups for today.
“Alright, pick your own trios today. Feel free to travel in groups of six, but don’t be a pain for the other people at the mall. Behave while you’re here.” Aizawa’s glare travelled across the class, and Izuku nodded furiously. He wasn’t going to cause any trouble this time!
Izuku was so busy nodding that he almost missed when people started mingling to form trios. He quickly located his nearest friend, which was Shouto, and walked towards him. It looked like he had already paired up with Tokoyami and they were just waiting for a third.
“Mind if I join you guys?” Izuku asked, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his backpack as he got closer.
“You are welcome,” Tokoyami said. Shouto simply nodded and shifted his body to include Izuku in their little circle.
“Cool, thanks!” Izuku took his place with them, watching the rest of the class divide themselves. Most of them were split by gender, having discovered that the boys and girls tended to shop in different places. Aoyama and Mina were the exception to the rule, an inseparable shopping duo. Hagakure had joined them today, and the three were already planning their route through the mall with loud enthusiasm.
“Do you guys need to visit any clothes stores? I’ve gone through, like, ten pairs of socks since our last trip, but I’m okay aside from that,” Izuku admitted. “I’d love to check out the new All Might figurines, I think the games store carries them here…” His trio started to plan their trip with far less fanfare than Aoyama’s.
“You have until five,” Aizawa called into the noise of the class. “Text me if there’s trouble, I’ll be in the food court keeping an eye out.”
“Yes sensei,” the class chorused. Finally free, they filed into the mall in an exuberant crowd.
Izuku, Shouto, and Tokoyami ended up in the bookstore first, trailing each other to their preferred sections (Izuku the manga, Shouto the poetry, and Tokoyami the historical fiction, which Izuku wouldn’t have guessed). All three of them found something to take home and they re-entered the main hallway of the mall with new bags hanging on their arms.
Excited as Izuku was to read his new magazine, the sound of the mall was starting to grate on him. The lights were slightly too bright, and the rustle of plastic bags clashed with the incessant noise of the crowd. People rushed past each other, occasionally brushing against Izuku, and he had to control his instinct to flinch whenever someone stepped on his foot or bumped into his shoulder.
Izuku trailed behind the others, focusing on Tokoyami’s sneakers so that he wouldn’t lose them. He tried to shut out the sounds of the mall, with limited success. There was just too much.
“Are you alright?”
Izuku was surprised to hear Shouto’s quiet voice from his left, and glanced up to see the other boy walking beside him, forehead creased with concern. Izuku smiled and went to say… something. But he couldn’t quite figure out what to say, or how to say it, so he settled for giving Shouto a thumbs-up. Shouto’s expression did something too complicated for Izuku to follow, and then he offered a subtle smile and an outstretched hand.
Izuku didn’t think twice before sliding his hand into Shouto’s, and everything was immediately better. Had the mall been too bright? It was very nice, almost sunny. It was still a little too loud, but he didn’t have to worry about that. He just had to follow Shouto wherever he went, hand-in-hand.
Knowing he wouldn’t lose his friends, Izuku was free to look around. And there was a lot to look at. Lots of strangers, and bright coloured clothing in the shop windows, and… ah!! All Might figurines!
Izuku dug his heels in, pulling Shouto to a stop. Shouto looked back with concern on his face, but Izuku smiled and pointed towards the shop with figurines in the window, and Shouto’s expression cleared.
“Tokoyami!” Shouto called into the crowd ahead of them. “Izuku wants to stop.”
It only took a moment for Tokoyami to join them, glancing briefly down at their joined hands. “I’m with you,” he nodded. “I will follow.”
Izuku tugged Shouto towards the games and collectibles store. There were so many things in here that Izuku loved! So many heroes and cool clothing and wow! Izuku bounced on his heels a little as he pulled Shouto into the store.
Once they were inside, Izuku let go of Shouto’s hand and dove in. There were plushies to feel, and figurines to inspect, and lots of games to check out! Distantly, he was aware of the others following close behind, murmuring to each other. But the merch was so much more important. Lots of All Might, of course, but there was a plushie of Thirteen that Izuku had to take a minute to cuddle. Ochako would probably like that: she was a big Thirteen fan, and had a fair number of plushies. And there was a Crimson Riot figurine that made Izuku think of Kaminari. He gave it a pat on the spiky head. Izuku didn’t hug Kaminari enough. He gave good hugs.
Finished with his inspection, Izuku turned back to his friends and reclaimed Shouto’s hand, leaning contentedly against his side. It made him happy just to be here, surrounded by all these things he could buy, and his friends as well. Tokoyami was on Izuku’s other side, and he bumped his beak lightly against Izuku’s head when Izuku came to join them. Izuku blinked at him. Was that how birds said hello?
Izuku tried to return the gesture, but he didn’t have a beak, so he just poked his nose into Tokoyami’s jawline. He heard Shouto stifle a laugh behind him, and he was pulled back to Shouto’s side.
“Be nice to Tokoyami,” Shouto said. Izuku tilted his head, confused. He was being nice! He was saying hello.
“Should we find another group?” Tokoyami suggested quietly. “Would you like to see Uraraka?” he asked Izuku.
Izuku nodded. Why wouldn’t he want to see Ochako? She was one of his best friends!
“Sounds good.” Shouto’s fingers wrapped a little more firmly around Izuku’s as they started to walk again. Izuku continued to stare around the mall. Everything seemed so fast and loud and big. Was this how the world always was? Something felt off, but Izuku couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
Suddenly, there was movement through the crowd: Kacchan shoving his way through a group of preteen girls with his usual murderous expression, Kaminari and Kirishima loudly apologizing as they followed in his wake.
Izuku did his best to hide behind Tokoyami and Shouto, pressing closer to Tokoyami in the process. A face emerged from Tokoyami’s shoulder, making Izuku jump, but it was just a small part of Dark Shadow stretching lazily from Tokoyami’s shirt, glancing at Izuku and then back towards Kacchan’s trio.
“Don’t worry, kid, we’ve got your back,” Dark Shadow muttered, and did the same beak thing that Tokoyami had done, pressing gently against Izuku’s forehead and then retreating back into Tokoyami’s shoulder.
Izuku stared at the place where the shadow had been, mouth slightly open.
“Still alright?” Shouto asked, pressing Izuku’s hand lightly. “Do you want to get some headphones from Aizawa or Iida?”
Izuku shook his head. Less sound was nice, but he liked being able to hear his friends’ voices. Shouto gave him a thumbs-up, and Izuku mirrored the gesture with a grin.
“There they are,” Izuku heard Tokoyami announce. “Dark Shadow, get their attention.”
“Alright, alright, jeez.” Dark Shadow jumped from Tokoyami’s back and stretched above the crowd, waving a clawed hand. That got a lot of the crowd’s attention, but soon Izuku could see who he’d been gesturing at: a group of four girls, Ochako at their head, was coming over towards them.
“Hey Tokoyami, hey Dark Shadow! What’s up?” Ochako asked.
“I believe we have completed our expedition. We wanted to check with other members of our class,” Tokoyami said. Izuku frowned. Were they really done? But he needed… socks? Or maybe food? He was supposed to buy something.
“Hey, Izuku,” Tsu said, coming to join them. “How’s the trip?”
Izuku was slowly getting used to the weird twisting sensation that kept happening when he tried to talk. He gave Tsu another smile and thumbs-up. She nodded, her tongue poking out from her mouth.
“Don’t feel like talking? I get that. Ribbit. Do you want to go back to the bus?”
Izuku was conflicted. It would be quieter on the bus, and maybe he could even lie down, but all his friends were here! He didn’t want to be alone.
Not knowing how to express the feeling, Izuku reached his free hand towards Tsu and wiggled his fingers. Seeming to understand, Tsu moved forwards and curled her hand in his, and Izuku squeezed both her and Shouto’s hands.
“We’d come with you, if you wanted,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty much finished, and the others will still be a group if we head out. We’d have to check in with Aizawa-sensei, ribbit, but he won’t mind.” Izuku liked the idea of talking to Aizawa. He took care of the class. Izuku felt safer with Aizawa, and when his friends were with Aizawa.
Izuku reluctantly nodded. There was more to see at the mall, and he was sad to miss it, but the idea of curling up on the bus and relaxing with his friends sounded a lot better.
“Well, let’s go then!” Tsu said, pointing towards the food court.
“Wait, wait, I want to give Izuku a hug!” Ochako yelled, and then there were arms wrapping around Izuku from behind, pulling him back into Ochako’s familiar embrace.
Izuku melted, arms dropping to his sides and his weight leaning back into Ochako. She made a surprised noise, tilting back under the pressure, and then Izuku was weightless and Ochako pulled him properly into her arms.
“Hey, Izuku,” she murmured. “I’m sorry you’re going, but I hope you have a good time with Tsu and Todoroki.”
“Mmm!” Izuku said, hoping that Ochako would understand that he meant that he would definitely have a good time, and it was a very nice hug, and thank you very much.
“Okay, I’ll let you go,” Ochako sighed, and pressed a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head, right on his hair. He squeaked and felt his cheeks flush from the unexpected affection. It had felt… a lot like Tokoyami’s beak, actually. But kind of softer. “Take care of him, you two!”
“You know we will, ribbit.”
His weight restored and his hands taken again by his friends, Izuku turned to smile over his shoulder at Ochako as he was led away, his face still warm from the kiss. She smiled and waved, before turning back to Jiro, Momo, and Tokoyami. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Ochako’s voice was high-pitched and excited as she joined the conversation. Hopefully they were having fun.
“Careful, Izuku,” Shouto said, tugging at his hand. “Watch where you’re going.”
Izuku turned his eyes back to the front just in time to let Tsu and Shoto navigate him around a support beam that had been coming a little too close for comfort. Then they were in the food court, the crowd less chaotic here but the conversations louder.
Aizawa was sitting alone, dressed in passably civilian clothes with his capture weapon draped around his neck, phone in one hand. He lifted his chin as soon as Izuku and his friends stepped into view, acknowledging them as they headed towards him.
“Hey sensei,” Tsu said, when they got close enough. “Izuku’s a little overwhelmed and we were thinking about heading back to the bus for a while.”
“Did something happen?” Aizawa asked, directing the question towards both Izuku and Tsu as his eyes flickered between the three of them.
“Not as far as I know,” Shouto answered. “I think it was just the mall.” His thumb swiped across the back of Izuku’s hand. “Do you know?”
Izuku shook his head, then gently pulled his hands free.
Loud, he signed to Aizawa, whose eyes followed the gesture. Bright. Tired.
“Do you want a set of headphones?” Aizawa offered, making a shift towards the bag he’d brought along.
Izuku shook his head. Friends, he signed. Thank you.
“Suit yourself. How about a fidget toy?”
That sounded tempting, and Izuku’s face must have shown it, because Aizawa was rummaging in his bag and tossing things onto the table shortly thereafter. A Rubix cube, a length of string for cat’s cradle, squares of paper for folding, and a miscellany of little fidget gadgets. Izuku chose a set of interlocking rings that made a nice sound when he rattled them, and were fun to twist around each other. He gave Aizawa a smile and a bow, and then put the rings in his mouth. They were cool and metallic, and interesting to bite, but not very nice on Izuku’s teeth.
“Hmm.” Aizawa said, looking unimpressed. “I’ll have to clean those. And get you a proper chew if you’re going to be putting things in your mouth. Maybe a necklace so you can keep track of it.” He packed the rest of the fidget toys away, but not before tossing Tsu her favourite fidget cube and a set of keys. “Lock the bus doors behind you. If those keys go anywhere near the ignition, you’ll be expelled.”
“Yes, sensei,” Tsu agreed, tucking the cube and the keys into her pocket. “We’ll be careful.”
“You’d better be,” Aizawa said. “And take care of Problem Child.” Izuku perked up at the nickname. That was him! Aizawa was talking about him!
“Why is everyone saying that today?” Shouto said. “Of course we will.” He rested a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, which was almost as nice as holding his hand. Izuku leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. He felt very tired all of a sudden.
“Come on, Izuku,” Tsu said, and then his hands were taken again and he was led away, out of the mall. Izuku’s eyes were more closed than open now, and the mall passed in brief flashes of colour and crowd. With a friend on each side, deflecting the traffic, no one bumped into him. Soon enough, they were in the fresh spring air, and Izuku blinked his eyes open to stare up at the clear blue sky, breathing in the taste of petals and dirt.
His friends were by his side, the smell of spring was in the air, and Izuku felt better than ever. The world was very big, but it didn’t matter because his friends were there. They would take care of him. He was safe.
Hmm... ok... if Child Emperor, Zombieman, and Metal Bat had the choice of getting a building commissioned just for them, what would they want it to be and what would it have? (E.g. apartment, gym, laboratory, just a hang out space, etc.)
Hey there deviant3lover!
Stella here. Imagining this was really fun! Apologies for both us being quite busy at the moment. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things soon! (I spend a lot of time on thinking through prompts waaaay too much; I’ll try to knock them out more efficiently!)
Word count: 612
Child Emperor: Apparently, CE has a lab in Y-City already — but he’d commission a huge addition to it. He’s such a budding workaholic (is it being a workaholic when work is play?), he’d expand the existing lab to be an entire multi-level, sprawlingly interconnected complex.
Underground and on the first floor, kept under strict biometric lock-and-key: an even bigger lab and tinker space with room to grow, a testing center for his inventions, a battle simulation and training center, an office with his computers and notebooks.
On the top floors: a nap room, and of course can’t forget the bathroom and a small kitchen/pantry for all them snacks (I imagine he still goes home on the regular, no full-blown apartment yet).
On the first floor and second floors, open to the public: a small campus where he teaches his classes, as well as an enclosed courtyard-style playground with a soccer field when he needs to take a good hard break.
In short, it’s all designed to let him be in close proximity to his lab for most of the time.
Zombieman: he doesn’t want a lot — he’s a pretty simple dude, rather content with most whatever he’s got, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to appreciate the finer things in life (and again, these things tend to be simple pleasures, too).
He’d most likely commission a humble one-room getaway cabin in the mountains. It’s not too fancy, it’s just got the basics: running water, a few camp lanterns (he sees pretty well in the dark), and a nice, plush futon.
It’s a handy central base when he’s got to do detective business around the area, but aside from that, it’s a nice weekend retreat for those times when he doesn’t want anybody to find and bother him. Usually he’ll choose to come to unwind a bit and be in solitude with his thoughts somewhere in the woods. He appreciates seeing the seasons change here whenever he returns here; a nice sense of the passage of time that’s dulled when living in the city.
His favorite time there is when he can soak in the natural hot springs while it’s snowing. It’s made even better with a glass of whiskey, on the rocks (and there’s no one to tell him off for bringing beverages into the onsen).
—oh I guess this turned into me daydreaming about Zombieman srynotsry
Metal Bat: this dude does everything for Zenko. He also doesn’t seem to currently want for anything in particular...so when approached with this offer, the only thing he can think of is to build a music center. Pffft haha typical, dude.
The recital hall will probably get used most of the time by the city, to be honest, but Zenko can be the headliner whenever she’s to be in a concert, obviously. He expects her to mostly use the practice rooms in the back, but when she’s ready to be up on that stage you bet his ass is gonna be in one of the front-row seats.
Don’t forget that he’s requested a weight room too (labeled “Janitorial”, don’t wanna ruin the recital hall vibe) so he can listen to her practice over the speakers while he works out. And also you can’t walk out the atrium without seeing the cat cafe/adoption center plopped right to the side because he thought, damn, wouldn’t Zenko love that?
He didn’t quite think the hodgepodge building through when he requested it; it was a scatterbrained comment that poorly rammed together things Zenko would like. It’s not half-bad — the poor architect tried their best to make logical sense of the layout.
Mod Tina and I discussing how obtaining the soul stone works:
Me: but what if you go to get it alone? Could Nat have just yeeted Red Skull off the cliff? A soul is a soul, right?
Tina: does he HAVE a soul??
Me: and the whole “sacrifice what you love the most” thing—wouldn’t that be yourself?? Human action is based on self love/preservation so wouldn’t you then have to sacrifice yourself?? But sacrificing yourself is contradictory to staying alive and—OMG PHILOSOPHY IS GARBAGE
AKA another rousing discussion on why Endgame makes no sense and the Russos can go suck a dick lmao
