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Stuff for rus!AU tgck cuz I promised someone- (mewa sorry I took so long)
They're so cute I'd eat them both tbh
The whole lore is below the cut (loads of text yay)
Setting: a small Russian town in the middle of the early 2000s haunted by remnants of the criminal 1990s
Himiko: is from quite a wealthy family who could afford to send the girl to learn rhythmic gymnastics (which was so easy to pay for considering the equipment and all). Her upbringing was all about constant demands - better, stronger, training, diets.
Still, no matter how hard she tried, it was never enough. The only thing that Himiko got from the sport were underdeveloped body (she hasn't gained much height and remained as thin as a stick) and quite some damage to her joints that still bothers her.
Naturally, her escape from the abusive environment was a less than perfect company and some teenage rebellion. She shaved half her hair, got piercings, began smoking - all that just to get as far from the "perfect girl" image as possible. Somehow, a group of weathered criminals became more of a family to her than the people left at her old home.
These days, Himiko stayed where she could (not that she could peruse the kindness of her old friends too much), hoping to scrape by busking and selling not-so-legal stuff to schoolers. At least it was like that until she met HER.....
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Ochako: is from a poor yet extremely supportive household. While her parents are slaving at work, she takes care of both the house and her disabled grandmom. Dreams of working as a police and studies hard to enroll into the police academy.
She is ruthlessly bullied at school - not that Ochako, with her ton of responsibilities, ever had time to make friends. More than that, the "teacher's pet" is never the favorite student of the class. The fact that sealed her fate was simple - Ochako is... chubby, just like any other woman in her family. It was never an issue before socializing came into view, so being harassed came across as a total shock.
Not that Ochako couldn't fight back - she's always so busy and focused on things that are actually important that the surroundings barely register to her as it is. Besides, her easygoing nature and kindness just let the things pass by, even if she honestly wouldn't mind getting rid of a few pounds...
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Ochako has chosen the dark alleyways on her way back home again. It's easier, if not safer, than listening to the nasty boys calling after her as she passes.
"Fat cow" this, "fat cow" that... What's bad in cows, anyway? Cows are cute and didn't deserve to have an actual insult named after them..... Not that her classmates need a huge reason to harass anyone. Ochako just was unlucky enough to have the wrong genes.
Himiko has been observing the dark alleyway ahead for a while now. She's hoping to prey on someone weak to steal some cash for a dinner, but this far it was of no success.
The girl has been changing places for her "hunt" often enough, but this neighborhood has seen better times for sure. Still, it's early to lower her guard, and Himiko tightens her grip on the butterfly knife in her pocket as she hears someone approaching. To her surprise, it's just a schoolgirl.
Himiko checks the potential prey with a trained eye - clothes old, but certainly taken care of and worn neatly. Such a type holds little interest - parents probably don't even give her pocket money.
It is, for sure, a "good girl" - the type she can easily recognize, as she had been one herself. Now, though, this kind of girls only makes Himiko grimace with open disdain. This is the last thing she can do before the girl turns around.
Their eyes meet - cat-like gold against warm browns, and Himiko can't look away. The petite stranger is so... cute.
Every teenage girl has a phase when she imagines herself and her crush as transcendent incomprehensible space deities
So why Ochako wouldn't if she actually can
You guys have been awfully cute lately so some tgck for you! :>
Took inspiration in this post
If you're reading this and you ship togachako
Go read Carmilla
You can watch the movie of course, but don't waste your time on Carmilla (2019), it doesn't even start to cover the original plot
You can try the Terror in the Crypt (1964), it's kinda old, but the story is close to the og one
But if you have the time to read the 1872 novel you better go read it (it's only 16 short chapters)
Marama has fallen ill so low effort steampunk au designs for you guys (I liked designing alternative gear yup)
@lily-claw I fooled you here's the surprise cuz our random chats give me the best ideas
Togachako week day 5: funeral
when togachako lose each other in every. single. universe
Togachako week day 3:
blood 💕🌸✨
blood 🫀🌹☠️
I just couldn't choose one version and there's another alternative one under the cut
I finally made it to start togachako week yay
(I'm gonna do it forever but who cares)
Day 1: timeskip
And I was so confused that ppl choosing this one never draw the real old women yuri
Himiko has been suffering anemia since the Final Battle, and this condition turned a lot worse as she aged up, so she regularly visits the hospital to check her state and connect her to IV if the stats are disturbing
Of course Ochako always pays for the best private treatment there is, brings her wife flowers and books every day and honestly tries not to panic too much and fails spectacularly every time (Himiko still finds it cute)
I'm so late as always but togachako as caitvi, huh... (I wanted to do more concepts but no time no time sadly) (and Ochako going though her edgelord phase is too hilarious to me lol)
And Vi doing her back tattoo to mourn the loss of her family give me an idea of Himiko mourning the League, so I needed to design it specifically (but while Vi's tattoo said her family is the mechanism which makes her work, I think Himiko would think the League is her heart and basically the thing holding her together (not sure if the symbols of each member are recognizable tho))
The request I had about ballerina Ochako had a spontaneous addition and I was happy to draw
(I was asked to do Himiko too and change Ochako's hairstyle a bit, so I share both drawings with you now!)
(my babiesssssss)
They are alive and still talking about their feelings.
(I couldn't decide which one to post so im gonna post both of them qwe)
also without the lineart, they were just like this ⬇️
Someone pls teach me how to use markers-
I arrived as soon as I could and OH HO THIS IS SOOOOOOO GOOD?!?!?
I've been thinking about Toga as Jinx so much lately and after the second season it just clicked (especially after the parallel realm thing)
Just look at them! The buns! The bangs! The lil tiny strands framing their faces!
The hairstyles are just identical I swear
And I LOVE the designs you came up with, the girls look so perfect!
Thank you sm for tagging me!!!!!
@dailytogachako @marronje @queen-ochako @lily-claw
anyways while y'all were discussing tgck as caitvi I drew them as timebomb.
also toga as the iconic jinx scene (doodle bc I'm working on more for this au bc it has me in a chokehold.)
I've never found a tgck bingo when I needed it, so I created one myself
Feel free to fill it! I tried to both include my personal hcs and the popular ones haha (You can see it as platonic or romantic, no restrictions here)
oooh TogaChako Madoka Magica AU? They have SayaKyo vibes… doomed yuri 🤝
HIIIII I'm so sorry it took so long, but I read this and understood I needed to rewatch the entire show and the movies too XD
So I settled on a screenshot redraw, thanks for your suggestion 🤝
A bit of rambling. I first watched MM long ago, and only thought togachako suited the madohomu vibes. You opened my eyes somewhat!
The rivalry at first, the fact that Kyoko reached out to Sayaka first just like Himiko did to be rejected
The Sayaka's hero complex mirroring Ochako's
Kyoko being called a monster by her own family
The ultimate sacrifice Kyoko (Himiko) makes in the end
It hits me hard, thank you for the thoughts anon! (and for the waiting too)
All wrapped up like a present
Reference below the cut
We did the talk. We decided to share. We need @dailytogachako as the expert for our idea of Marilyn Monroe! Himiko Toga being the model for her favorite Ochako Uraraka???? (we're courageous but we hope we didn't bother you haha)
@lily-claw I did this, I was scared but I did this
lily reminded me, if you wanna read how this talk happened there is the og post
Literally this (I know toga would be more suitable for Vi's role as she comes from a criminal environment too but THE EYEPATCH)) lmaooooo
I don't know if I can ask for too much but please someone draw togachako like the caitvi from arcane please
they're SO THEM, I can perfectly imagine togachako as caitvi
looking for fellow writers!! togachako writing game edition
interested in writing a second part to a short togachako fic i wrote?
i dont really plan on doing anything with this piece so i think it'd be really fun to see people's takes on how to continue it! like a super low pressure writing game
if you do participate, pls tag me or reblog so i can see your contribution!! even if its just a few lines!
the fic is a loose play on frankenstein with some adam & eve elements thrown in (and the unnamed girl is ochako)
have at it! :)
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Toga was a bloodied thing, she knew.
She was born with cold metal kissing her bare skin and electricity shrieking down her spine. Her first breath- a choking, cut-off scream- was not even her own, the memory too tightly braided with the boom of Dr. Garaki's laughter in his small laboratory.
I made you, he had explained, pain still ringing oddly in her skull.
She had been made, not born, and no one loved to remind her of this fact more than Dr. Garaki himself.
Pet, he called her, grinning indulgently in his tall, wingback office chair. The reflection of his glasses shone like fire. Like the spark that had jolted her alive.
I made you, he’d say. I made you.
But what am I? Toga would ask, twin pinpricks of too-sharp teeth digging into her too-wide lips while she fumbled out the words, warmth dribbling from her rosy smile.
Dr. Garaki did not like this image, nor the question.
You are my creation, he’d snap, the floor rumbling with the force of his rise from the wingback chair. Do you not trust me, pet?
Toga would watch the sky flash outside the dark windows of the laboratory and nod, nod, nod because she did not know what she was but she knew punishment well.
All Toga knew was punishment and Inside.
The Inside of the laboratory, which smelled faintly of the coins that slipped between uneven couch cushions, and the Inside of Toga- drawn from her own disordered lips- red as plush velvet and twice as sweet.
Good, Dr. Garaki would say from behind his wide, unbreachable desk. Now behave.
Behave, behave, behave.
This word buzzed around Toga’s head like the constant drone of heavy machinery in the lab. It followed her when she closed her fists around home-smelling coins, retrieved from their hiding places late at night, and when she draped her goose-bumped body in the off-limits, grass-green curtains, and, louder still, when she peered out of small, dirt-smeared windows, asking after the word for grass.
Red had leaked from her cheek, then, bursting forth from the skin by the rings adorning Dr. Garaki’s punishing hand. But the word had slipped out as he’d shouted.
Toga’s tongue had darted to the corner of her mouth and she’d imagined the word blooming over her tongue- swallowed and safe within herself.
Yes, Toga knew of Inside well. She craved the taste of Outside, now.
Outside she saw a girl with red flowers in her hand, picked from the border of Dr. Garaki’s property, and high on her cheeks laid a dusting of soft-petalled blush.
Toga had never known the color red could be so gentle.
Toga longed to be picked from the laboratory like the thorned stems in the girl’s steady hands. To be lifted up. To be held.
“You’re not supposed to be looking through there,” Twice whispered from over Toga’s shoulder. “It’s bad.”
Toga gnawed on her bottom lip, drawing red to the surface until she matched the roses being carried further and further from the laboratory.
“Why?” she asked.
Toga didn’t know who she was asking- Twice, the disappearing girl, or the flowers?
Twice was the only one to respond.
“Because Dr. Garaki said it’s bad,” he reminded her nervously.
Toga watched the girl’s form begin to blur on the horizon.
Twice shook her shoulder and Toga’s gaze slipped to the touch, observing the firm boundary between Toga and Twice. His fingers held the same shape as Dr. Garaki’s- more same than Toga’s- yet held none of the anger. Only urgency.
“How come Dr. Garaki gets to make all the rules?” Toga asked.
Twice’s hand slipped away like the question had bitten him, and, Toga thought to herself, maybe it had. With Twice’s same-enough hands he could cradle lessons from Dr. Garaki on how to name the objects in the laboratory. His scratching fingers could be gently pulled away from his seams. He could hold close the smiling shape of son on Dr. Garaki’s lips.
Twice held the honor of being made same-enough while Toga’s hands and heart and smile were wrong, wrong, wrong.
Pet, Dr. Garaki said, teeth glistening behind a simper. Filthy-
“Mr. Garaki wants what’s best for us,” Twice said, twitching on the last syllable and scratching the ragged line carved down his forehead.
“Does he?” Toga questioned.
How do you know? she wanted to ask. She craved his certainty with a desperation that left her Inside chest pounding hard against the firm line of her Outside body.
Twice twitched.
“I trust him.”
The dull roar of the laboratory seemed loud today, and Toga felt restless.
“Do you trust?” Twice asked.
Toga’s mouth quivered and she turned her gaze back to the small window. The girl was gone now but she would be back tomorrow.
Toga flinched as the door slammed open and Dr. Garaki appeared a moment later.
Pet or-
“Filthy woman,” Dr. Garaki muttered, striding forward to yank the green curtain from Toga’s body. The view of Outside disappeared.
Toga shivered.
“Don’t you know your shame dirties you?” Dr. Garaki continued, staring at the Outside of her body.
Could he see the Inside?
Toga desperately hoped that he couldn’t.
“It’s unbecoming of my creations,” he stated before spinning on his covered foot to stride through his office door, a box of rattling machine parts held in his arms.
Toga’s trust in Dr. Garaki was as brittle as the vase she had tipped over the other day, fascinated by the sound it made when it hit the floor. Left in a puddle of red after Dr. Garaki had found her.
Inside herself, Toga said, I do not trust Dr. Garaki, and shame bloomed hot and heavy in her chest.
She felt like the vase, one breathless moment before it shattered.
“Toga?” Twice whispered, eyes drooping with concern.
“It’s cold,” Toga whispered.
Twice fidgeted for a moment, his nails hesitating a few inches from his sewn-together face. After a furtive glance towards Dr. Garaki’s closed office door, he gave into the urge to scratch, leaving raking, red lines across his Outside.
“I know,” he murmured. “Do I? I…yes. I know.”
Toga blinked away the blurry heat gathering in her eyes and reached out with her not-same-enough hand until it rested on Twice’s knee.
Slowly, she ran her hand up and down one length of his leg. Then faster.
Twice stared.
“See?” she whispered. “It makes warmth.”
“I…” Twice peeked over his shoulder, towards the door Dr. Garaki had disappeared behind. “…see. I see. I do.”
Toga removed her hand and watched Twice repeat the action for himself.
Toga turned back to the green curtain, looking in the place she knew the window lived, and began rubbing warmth back into her arms as she imagined the girl.
I trust her, Toga decided.
And how lovely was it for there to be a her that wasn’t Toga? A her that Toga might be same-enough for.
Dr. Garaki cursed the Outside people but Toga bit her lip and danced with the idea that the girl from Outside might see Toga- red as the roses she always returned to- and pluck her, instead.
And then maybe Toga could live how she wanted to. Cursed or not.
only togachako are allowed to do this hand thingy ✨