Desperation Scale

I don’t use that thing much 😏

todoroki catching on fire when he blushes is my aesthetic

he’s looking at midoriya

You started off the night thinking you had a chance with her, and you ended the night in a chastity device.  In the coming weeks she became much more flirty with you. Sometimes when you were hanging out at her place, she’d get changed in front of you. 

She even started showing you nudes she took of her self. She wanted to know if you thought other guys would find them hot.  With your glowing praise, she’d gleefully send them off to some guys she’d been texting with.

She knew exactly how to keep you perfectly horny yet denied. It was thrilling and the release at the end of the semester would be worth it! Surely she would reward you with her body.

You were very busy during this time. She started asking you to do some chores and tasks for her. First it was simple stuff like walking her dog. Then it escalated to cleaning her apartment or taking her shopping.  Eventually you found yourself helping her sister move.

At the end of the semester you stood before her entire Women’s Studies and described the experience and answered questions.  

After the semester, she didn’t unlock you.  Whenever you mentioned unlocking she would dismiss it and ignore you for a couple of days.  You had been looking forward to release (you assumed maybe she’d even get more intimate with you). But you quickly accepted your new place. She is your keyholder and you are her servant.

He seems all too amused by my situation. It’s been equally beneficial for Shinsou to have a sparring partner closer to his size for technique, as is sparring with my usual stature, since most villains are adults. Regardless, he’s been making good progress.

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I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

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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