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I promised and I did it

I call this ✨strawberry Ochako✨

Not perfect, but I tried to make it practical (I just wanted to give Ocha some cool pants)

(my rambling about the og design which started it all)

Special thanks to @lily-claw, your input was major here haha (maybe that's why I've stolen the "KILL WITH MY KNEES" idea y'know XD)

And these are with the massage points if any of you are curious

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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

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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

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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.

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only togachako are allowed to do this hand thingy ✨

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Can I say XIX-XX century lesbian art is definitely togachako?

none of the art is mine, all is found on Pinterest, credits in the Alt attribute

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Working... workingworkingworking aaaaaaa

I promised ochas redesign, but it's so harddddd

none of these seemed to work so the end result is gonna be completely different

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You won't believe but Jennifer's body and Hannibal are the two pieces of media that give me the perfect badass tgck vibes

Have a nice day 🫀

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himiko as Circe

I HAD SO MUCH FUN RESEARCHING THIS OMG THANK YOU SM!!!

I'm no Greek mythology nerd, but any goddess with transformation powers and golden eyes is definitely Himiko-coded

And oh how gorgeous the classic art on Circe is just- AAA

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still cooking...

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Togachako fantasy au, vampire!himiko witch!ochako enemies to lovers please (also I'm kinda obsessed with your art 🫶🫶)

Thanks for your suggestion!!! (and for the patient waiting hehe) I'm sooo glad you liked my art this much, kinda makes marama shy...🥺🥺🥺

I'm more of a werewolf!ocha x vampire!himi fan, but ochako's official witch design....

Here's what I came up with:

First they're like this

And then like this

A snippy bit of a random dialogue:

– Whatcha doin', my floaty witch? – Himiko peeks into the boiling pot over her human's shoulder, sniffing curiously. The liquid there glows a pleasant pink.

– Love potion! – Ochako replies cheerfully as she stirs, a pleased smile on her lips at the thought of the pretty shiny coins she's going to get from selling this.

– Stupid, – Himiko pouts disdainfully, draping herself all over the young woman from behind. – Where's the fun of that? Just my luck I have my love potion right here~

She doesn't even ask before sinking her teeth into the soft flesh before her to prove just that.

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If you guys were curious what are my plans

and yeah I call it having a tight schedule...

I have so many ideas they won't fit in my notes app soon...

Just look at the amount of ugly sketches I need to make decent... (yeah they're all named "no name *number*" I'm lazy af)

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wip <3

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Good morning tgck nation

Vampire Himiko Toga didn't know her cozy bed coffin will be a bit too small for two

So her human girlfriend keeps floating away...

@lily-claw y'know it only exists because of you

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This was giving me thoughts, and I remembered some special thing about handwriting culture in Japan, so I'll share

Source: “CUTE STUDIES”. KAWAII (“CUTENESS”) – A NEW RESEARCH FIELD by OANA-MARIA BÎRLEA from Babeș-Bolyai University

The text is about development of kawaii culture in 1970s (and I think this suits Himiko so much...)

Kawaii promotes the appreciation of small, stylized objects and of childish or atypical looking characters considered vulnerable for various reasons (size, looks, attitude, etc.).

This culture spread rapidly among students (especially female students), who started to express their feelings through a nonconformist writing style, considered more modern and closer to the Western world: maru ji (rounded letters), koneko ji (“kitten writing”), manga ji (“comic writing”), burikko ji (“imitation of children’s writing”).

The "soft rebellion" of young people implied “sabotaging” the traditional way of writing by adding small, cute symbols to induce positive feelings and combat alienation.

So basically, Himiko's writing in Japanese could look like this (an example of maru ji handwriting style):

(As I understand, the rough translation is – "This is very cute!", the picture is from Wikipedia)

Okay, but I think Himiko has very beautiful handwriting. She would write in cursive very cute and Ochako doesn't have a ugly handwriting but she doesn't write in cursive. I think she would write as legibly as possible

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thoughts on Ochako's hero costume design

her character was clearly intended to be heavily astronaut-inspired. she loves astronomy, her quirk resembles open space, but the only thing that gives me vibes from her hero suit is the HELMET which wasn't even shown very often before they got rid of it entirely

and just imagine if her suit was really after an astronaut's, it'd give so much to her shape language, even more bubbly and round and more Uraraka, we deserve it guys!

but Hori decided that giving her a sexy look (gross, can we talk about sexualizing minors again?) was more important than making the design work better

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My asks are open for your toga/togachako requests if you wanna

I especially love AUs

Won't promise I'll draw everything but if I have some headcanons and ideas or lil drabbles I'll try to answer you all :3

(please don't beat me if I answer for long (be ready that it may take a week or more), if I do I'm probably drawing haha)