Todoroki Catching On Fire When He Blushes Is My Aesthetic

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Very accurate.

I would LOVE to have a cute little outfit like that

Dear my love

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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It was her first time out in public with her "special underwear." Corinne had fantasized about going out wearing a diaper for the longest time. Now that she was actually doing it, her heat was pounding in excitement. She had figured with all the new health regulations and mask requirements, going out in a diaper would never be easier than right now. After all, who would recognize her? Even if they did figure her identity out, how would they ever know she was indulging in a little padded shopping spree?

Corinne immediately realized she was perhaps a bit too naive about the whole thing as soon as she ran into her campus crush. It was a guy from her college English class who she had spoken to a few time, but never really had a good opportunity to spend time with. When she noticed him, Corinne tried desperately to shuffle away without him recognizing her. But she was not a master of stealth. Her crush appoched her almost as soon as she tried to melt away. They talked for a brief while and he ultimately asked if she wanted to go grab a coffee with him. Corinne knew she needed to decline the offer and run home to change out of her crinkly white predicament. This opportunity was a little too good to pass up however. Despite the risks, she heard herself blurt out a yes response and they headed off to the coffee shop.

Now her heart was pounding twice as hard. She had come just to experience a little diaper time in public but now the plans had changed. She wanted nothing more than to escape the very padding that she fantasized about wearing in the first place. How would she ditch the diaper? Or would she need to keep it on to prevent any suspicion? What of she needed to use the bathroom after drinking a coffee? Surely she couldn't actually use her diaper in public too...

Corinne was so distracted by her thoughts she didn't even think twice about stepping onto the escalator before her unexpected date. She had unwittingly just sealed her fate. There was no hiding the obvious bulge of her diaper in a skirt that short. Her crush had a clear view right into the wetness indicators of her M4. As soon as she reached the top of the escalator it dawned on her what she had just done. The only thing that could have made the situation worst would have been if that indicator was tripped.

She came to the mall for an innocent public diaper experience and a little shopping, but when she left for home a few hours later; Corinne had a new boyfriend. Much to her surprise, her coffee date was not ruined by the revelation she was wearing a bulky diaper. Instead, her crush admitted he found her choice in underwear somewhat arousing. Corinne's risk to experience a little diaper play had seemingly payed off. Now her little diaper fetish was no longer a secret, and she couldn't help but look forward to exploring it further on their second date.

in the mood to be a bully babysitter to some dumb little diaper baby today 😈

Second part to the comic. Please check the artist out: https://twitter.com/AzulCrescent?s=09