#polafuka

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[otomegrandma]

[zenonaa]

t4t polaris/fukawa with prompt 21? 🖤🖤

Over your shoulder

Touko has made enough braids in her life that she barely needs to think as her fingers weave Polaris’s golden hair. Though it hangs barely past Polaris’s shoulders when loose, there’s enough for Touko to comfortably work with. Short hair can be braided, but the range of styles is much more limited. It wasn’t until Touko moved out of her family home that she could start growing her own hair out. That she could experiment and find a style that suited her. 

Now, years later, she is helping Polaris do the same. Polaris sits on the edge of Touko’s mattress, back straight and chin up. Touko wishes she could see her face, but being near her is enough. And she knows exactly what she looks like anyway. As her fingers work, her mind conjures an image of Polaris. She imagines Polaris is staring forward with icy blue eyes, lips pursed in a frown. Whatever expression she is wearing, Polaris is beautiful. It is impossible for Polaris not to be beautiful.

Gather, cross, tuck and pull.

Neither have spoken since Polaris settled herself in front of Touko, but the silence doesn’t feel awkward. It never does with Polaris. Some people, like Komaru, feel the need to try to fill silences with conversation. But Polaris is fine with silence, and so is Touko. Her thighs press into Polaris’s sides. Admittedly, Touko would rather be doing something else with Polaris on her bed. Doesn’t matter if the hotel’s walls aren’t soundproof like at Hope’s Peak. Or if Makoto and Aoi are in the neighbouring rooms.

However, earlier that day in the 14th Branch’s archive room, Polaris requested to come over so Touko could braid her hair. And whatever Polaris asks of her, Touko will always oblige. Polaris could ask her to lick off sand between her toes and Touko would drop to her knees on the spot. But Polaris never asks that sort of thing from her.

The aroma of honey and peony mists Polaris’s hair. Touko breathes in and bites her lip. Her face burns. God, she wants to smother herself in Polaris’s hair so badly.

“Must you loudly pant in my ear?” comes Polaris’s voice.

“S-Sorry!” Touko jerks her head back and slaps both hands across her mouth. “I’ll... I’ll stop breathing for you...!”

“Don’t be silly.” Polaris continues to face forward. “You need to breathe.”

A grin breaks across Touko’s face as she lowers her hands. “T-Thank you, Polaris-sama...”

In their early days at Hope’s Peak, Polaris would have demanded Touko never inhale air ever again. Or she would have sent Touko to stand outside on the opposite side of campus, even if it was raining. And Touko would have been content, happy even, to oblige. Polaris had her wrapped around her finger like a lock of blonde hair.

Touko tries to steady her fingers, but every time her knee bumps against Polaris, or she grazes her hand against the shell of Polaris’s ear, her heart sings. She could spend the rest of her life here. But as euphoric as the sensations are, and as delightfully as they frazzle her brain, she forces herself to focus on Polaris’s hair. Were she to produce a shoddy braid, she would surely drown in Polaris’s disappointment.

“Who taught you to braid?” asks Polaris.

Gather, cross, tuck and pull. “Magazines.”

From a young age, Touko would often board a train after school to a neighbouring town where no one knew her. She would buy a self-identified girls’ magazine from a corner shop and then find somewhere quiet, like a park or a cemetery, to read. The magazines brimmed with advice columns for girls, articles for girls, stories for girls, and detailed their highs and lows and everything in between. Despite their differences, the girls in the magazines united together as one, as girls.

How she wished she could dive into a magazine and become one of them. It wasn’t until years later that she realised that what she really wanted to be was herself.

After she finished with the magazine, she would throw it away and return home. 

“When I was victorious over my siblings, I had to cut my hair,” remarks Polaris. She hovers a hand by her ear. “It used to run all the way down my back. My mother didn’t mind it so long as it was well-kept, but the conglomerate had certain expectations on how I should present myself.”

Touko nods. “It wasn’t until I left home that I could have my hair how I wanted.”

Before then, if she found herself alone in a public bathroom, she would approach the mirror and twist two sections of her hair together. She would admire her reflection, but after a few quickened heartbeats, she would comb the braid out with her fingers in case a boy came in and caught her. Doing this at home was never an option. Her parents could have walked in on her and punished her by cutting her hair even shorter, using the same scissors they massacred her paper dolls with.

They saw her wearing nail varnish once, and they ran her hands under scalding water for an hour.

“Before it was cut, if I wanted my hair tied, I was only permitted to have it in a simple ponytail,” says Polaris. Touko listens quietly. It is rare for Polaris to talk about her life before she became the Togami Conglomerate’s sole heir. “When I infiltrated the last stage of the selection competition, that was the first time I could present as a girl. I chose my dress, my name, and Pennyworth tied a blue ribbon to my hair... It must still be on the island. I left it behind along with the hair I cut off.”

A small smile pulls on Touko’s lips. “Now, you can grow it as long as you like.” 

Because the conglomerate is no more. But she doesn’t say that part aloud. She wishes she could have seen Polaris back then, but she would much rather be with the Polaris here right now. The Polaris sitting between her legs. Her Polaris-sama.

Polaris started growing her hair out months ago and while Touko was quick to notice, the others only started commenting on it recently. Hiroko has offered to cut Polaris’s hair, Komaru has been flaunting different fashion magazines and Makoto complimented it a few times. Despite the varied responses, what they all have in common is none of them have been referring to Polaris as a ‘she’. Not that they know any better. Only Pennyworth and Touko are aware. And as much as Touko wants to correct the others, as much as she knows how much it can sting to be called something you’re not, it is up to Polaris to decide if and when she can.

Too soon, Touko reaches the end of Polaris’s hair. Her fingers itch, wanting to unravel it so she can braid it again. So she can stay in this moment for longer. Instead, she fixes a hair tie around the end of the braid before crawling backward, resisting the pull of Polaris’s presence. She slips off the bed and rummages through a desk drawer.

“I want to see,” says Polaris.

“There’s just one more thing left to do.” Touko returns to the bed. In her hand is a blue ribbon, one of many given to her by Komaru, which she ties into a bow at the end of Polaris’s fishtail braid. “Now I’m done.”

She grabs her phone from nearby and takes a photo. Then she passes it to Polaris, who studies it silently. 

Each second that passes is potentially a second where Polaris is dissatisfied with Touko’s work. The wait strangles her insides. Touko can barely breathe. She would bite her fingernails, but the suspense would probably have her gnawing down to her knuckles, so she grips her skirt instead.

“At dinner, I intend to reintroduce myself to the others as Polaris,” announces Polaris, still looking at Touko’s phone. “Though, that won’t affect what they call me. They will continue referring to me as ‘Togami’. You are the only one who addresses me by my forename.”

It has been months since Polaris pulled Touko into an empty office and asked her to call her that. Despite how Polaris’s previous name had flown freely from Touko’s tongue, changing had been easy. Instantaneous. And Touko is sure the others will adapt just as quickly. If they somehow don’t, she’ll make them.

“Do you know why I asked you to do this for me?” asks Polaris.

The obvious answer would be because Touko often wears her hair in braids, so logically she would have the most experience. Nothing short of the best is acceptable. Kyouko used to braid a section of her hair, but sometime after arriving at Future Foundation, she stopped.

“It’s because you know I won’t judge you,” says Touko.

Polaris responds immediately. “I wouldn’t care what you think. Or what anyone else thinks. None of that affects who and what I am.”

And that’s just one reason why Touko adores her so much.

“But you trust me, don’t you?” says Touko.

There’s an intake of breath as Polaris tenses, but she doesn’t answer. Touko smiles to herself. 

“I love you too, Polaris-sama.”

Her arms loop around Polaris and squeeze. She feels Polaris’s muscles slowly relax and understands the silence. The fact that Polaris doesn’t demand she unlatch her arms from around her middle speaks for itself.

[danggirlronpa]

Seed A2 Masterpost

Sayaka/Komaru art by tenhimi

Polaris/Toko art by snellyfish

Sayaka/Komaru

Komaru is canonically a Sayaker and evvery single interaction they have in UTDP and Danganronpa S are just Komaru freaking out and getting nervous about talking to her crush. That's so cute yall

In reverse Sayaka's whole motivation is to make people smile through her work as an idol and it's very obvious that she takes a lot of validation in how much joy Komaru takes in her work

Idk fan/artist relationships can be really rough in real life but in a work of fiction? Cute! There's a wish fulfillment aspect here and that's valid

Polaris/Toko

I'm going to be honest. I don't understand why people ship Togafuka. It does not appeal to me. But for people who do ship it. Whatever reasons you have. Those apply to Polaris/Toko with the ADDED BONUS of getting a trans girl wlw

I said this with Polaris/Jack too but again the Fukawa system has such deeply repressed liking for girls the moment Polaris came out it would be a whole new world. I can like Ms. Togami AND girls??? incredible. a new world

THEY TRY ON EACH OTHERS GLASSES FOR FUN. THIS IS NONNEGOTIABLE

※To avoid spamming artists, I will only @ them the first time their work shows up unless told otherwise. If you want to check all the art I used, check here!

[pacificovertures]

EDIT: i turned off reblogs bc it was becoming kind of insane, make your own damn post

man chain posts are kinda overwhelming so im starting over… thanks to @serenadeofthestars for tagging me though >w<

here we go~

last song: “old money bitch” — underscores

last tv show: last night i made jakob watch kanon and kaginado w me lmao

sweet/spicy/savory?: between these, definitely savory but you know i’m always a freak for SOUR

relationship status: aw man i was waiting for valentine’s to make a post but i think it’s pretty obvious that jakob and i are together and have been since last fall lol

last google: “lovebug” because i was trying to explain lovebugs to a friend who didnt grow up in an area where they spawned

current obsession: ffxiv especially the ancients lore i am huffing that copium so hard ask me about my wol im begging you

tagging: the regulahs @blackglasses66 @rpglesbian @polafuka @maddelineusher @offarawaysnfuturedays-inmydreams and new mutual @libraryfag just bc im curious abt you

[leisuresuitlesbian]

free space - polafuka

[snellyfish]

rarepairs,,, mmm pls draw toko/polaris :) polaris is byakuya's fem persona kinda?? but i hc that he's genderfluid and polaris is what he goes by when he's fem. togafuka is good but polafuka is better imo,,,

INTERESTING!!! I’ve learned new Byakuya lore and I thank you, even if it’s technically non-canon. I didn’t know what outfits to give either of em so I hope this is okay!

I’ve never properly drawn Toko before but I love to imagine she’s just always got nasty yellow sharp gangly teeth, what a lovely/putrid little woman

[reset724]

togafuka week day 2 (prompts: realization / [together])

[malbethbear]

I´m the reason why hell´s so hot

[fukawabooty-chan]

TogaFuka/PolaFuka lions, because i don’t know what else people expect from me anymore, except for lions (also because turning characters into lions is fun)

Happy TogaFuka day

{Version on DeviantArt}

[alumort]

[maskedblackfox]

Fukawa’s a WLW and she’s dating Polaris

[otomegrandma]

I love you anon(s?)

[zenonaa]

Family

Polaris slowly dragged the brush through blonde hair, staring at the vintage handheld mirror poised in one hand. She sat with her back straight at her desk as she carried out the repetitive movement, over and over and over again. 

The door to her room opened and a twist of her wrist allowed her a glimpse of the visitor through the mirror. Aloysius shut the door behind himself before approaching with a tray. Without needing to see, Polaris knew Aloysius brought a cup of luwak coffee and a slice of single layered cake flavoured with cinnamon. After all, that was what she ordered. 

She set the mirror onto the desk, reflective side facing down, and steepled her fingers.

“As you specified,” Aloysius stated as he put the tray down. An answer came in the form of a nod from Polaris. “Do you require anything else, young master?”

“That will be all.”

At this point, Aloysius usually bowed and left. He had done that when Polaris was five, when Polaris was twelve and he still did it to this day. The apartment always had things that needed dusting and there were always errands that needed doing. However, Aloysius lingered. His presence felt like a firm hand on Polaris’s shoulder, even though Aloysius didn’t have a single finger on her.

“Young master,” broached Aloysius, “I’ve noticed you haven’t had your hair cut for a while.”

No one else apart from her girlfriend, Touko, would have noticed how slightly Polaris tensed.

“I haven’t?” Polaris said quietly. She placed a hand over the handle of her mirror, though she didn’t pick it up. The tray on the desk remained untouched.

“Indeed. It is almost at your shoulders.” Aloysius peered down at her, his face frustratingly neutral. His tone stayed light and monotone. “I recall when you were younger, your hair reached down most of your back and your mother insisted you wear it in a ponytail or braid.”

In the digital age and with a butler such as Aloysius, several photographs of Polaris with longer hair still existed. None were hung up or framed in her apartment. A painting she bought at an auction was pinned up by the front door, and a photograph of herself with her living former classmates sat tucked in a back corner of her desk.

Polaris picked up the mirror and turned it over to look at her reflection.

“So it has,” she remarked, touching her hair with her other hand, sounding like Yasuhiro hadn’t commented on this fact recently. As in earlier that day.

“It became quite long before you cut it. That was just after you were chosen to be the heir to the conglomerate, wasn’t it?” said Aloysius, just as redundant.

“... I thought it appropriate. A fresh cut to signal the next stage of my life,” replied Polaris with her clear blue eyes fixed on her reflection.

“Are you thinking of growing it out again?” asked Aloysius.

Polaris’s reflection blinked. Glancing back, she noticed Aloysius studying the unreadable mask that Polaris had positioned her face into.

“Perhaps,” said Polaris vaguely, and she heard Aloysius clear his throat.

“If what I say next is presumptuous, feel free to ignore or reprimand me, but I think long hair would suit you well,” said Aloysius. He was met with silence, and after a pause in which Polaris presumed he bowed, Aloysius headed for the door.

When it creaked, Polaris spoke up.

“Pennyworth. Wait a moment.”

Aloysius stopped. Polaris didn’t elaborate or do much of anything after the moment she requested from him, but Aloysius postponed his exit anyway. He wouldn’t have been able to see Polaris’s face as she had her back to him, and he wouldn’t have seen Polaris’s reflection either from where he stood, yet she still made sure to keep her features smooth.

“Suppose...” After one word, Polaris trailed off, but after several seconds, she resumed. “... that I did grow my hair longer. As long as it once was. What would you think?”

“I would think your hair was longer, young master.”

Polaris rolled her shoulders and straightened her back. Her head didn’t turn. She felt her heart beat faster, but she didn’t let it crack her mask.

“Do you recall that shortly before I cut my hair, I disguised myself as Polaris P Polanski?” said Polaris.

“I do,” replied Aloysius.

“A girl.”

“Yes.”

Polaris adjusted her hold on the mirror’s ornate handle.

“So... suppose I was to be Polaris again,” she said.

“As a disguise?” asked Aloysius slowly, and Polaris swallowed.

“Not exactly,” she said. The back of her neck prickled. “No, actually. Really, it would be the opposite of that.”

Aloysius’s tone pitched slightly with curiosity. “The opposite?”

Polaris moistened her lips as subtly as she could. 

“Yes. Disguises conceal identities. Disguises are a facade,” said Polaris. “What if being Polaris was not something to wear, but the identity concealed?”

In those seconds that followed, crawling past in a sludge of an atmosphere as thick as her tongue felt in her mouth, Polaris barely breathed. In those seconds that heaved, that dragged, her mind went over possibilities already explored, already mapped out in her mind weeks, months, and maybe unconsciously, years prior.

Finally, after a short time, Aloysius spoke.

“Then you would be Polaris,” he said. “You would be a woman, regardless of what you wear on the outside.”

Polaris stroked the grooves and bumps in her mirror’s handle with the thumb of the hand holding it. She didn’t speak again right away, her brow furrowed as she stirred through her thoughts.

“What do you think Fukawa would say?” Polaris asked. When she didn’t receive a response as swiftly as she liked, she craned her neck over her shoulder.

Aloysius gave a small, sad smile.

“I don’t think that is something I can answer,” Aloysius told her. “That is something only she can tell you.”

That didn’t do anything to relieve the tension in Polaris’s face, or in her chest, or in her hard stare and pursed lips.

“But if Fukawa-san is worthy of you, then her feelings for you will not waver or disappear,” Aloysius told Polaris. “If she does not understand but wants to, she will make an effort to.”

Polaris’s throat felt tight. She felt her mask start to slip. Crumble. Usually, Polaris felt comfortable being open with Aloysius, but this time, she turned away before Aloysius could see the remnants on her face.

“Right. That’s all,” said Polaris quickly, standing up with her heartbeat between her ears, and then, without warning, Aloysius swooped on her and enveloped her in a tight hug.

“I am sure Fukawa-san will remain by your side, but regardless, I will be there for you,” murmured Aloysius, and Polaris stiffened, eyes wide, but then she slowly relaxed into the embrace.

[andreabandrea]

write prolafruka

“I- I thought that y-you would like it,” Touko said, shivering in her heels. 

Objectively, yes, Touko’s make-over was beautiful. From the free-flowing locks of wavy hair to the perfectly made-up face to the replacement of her gawky glasses with contacts that showed off her glistening eyes-- all the way down to the ball gown and heels that one of Touko’s friends (Sayaka, most likely) had pressured her to wear. Polaris felt like a museum-goer standing before a classical piece, one titled something like “Venus”. 

“Why would I like this?” Polaris sneered, turning her nose up. “It’s not you.” 

“B-but it’s... it’s better than ‘me’! So much better!” Touko said. Her hands instinctively reached up to tug out locks of her hair, but she caught them as if she were fighting herself. Her grimace formed cracks in the thick foundation, recalling images of the porcelain dolls that Polaris’s mother once collected. “I a-actually look... beautiful, and good enough for you... y-you wear makeup too, a-and so I thought...”

“It was nothing short of patronizing to assume what is good enough for me,” Polaris interrupted. She strode across the cluttered floor of Touko’s apartment and stood before Touko. In those heels, her height almost rivaled Polaris’s. It was the first time they saw eye-to-eye without Touko craning her neck. “Touko. To say that you were not good enough for me already, as my girlfriend, reflects badly on me as well. Yet I know you would never dare to say that I have poor taste, or that I only started to date you out of pity.”

“N-no! I would never,” Touko said. Her eyes widened at the word ‘girlfriend’, as if she were surprised. They had only started to date recently, but Touko acted as if she couldn’t tell if this were a long-term prank of some kind. Every time they went on a date, Polaris couldn’t tell if Touko was too nervous to look at her or if she was looking for hidden cameras, as one might see on a prank TV show. “I-I just... I don’t know why you don’t want a g-girl who dresses up super girly a-all the time, like M-Maizono-san...” 

Polaris could only roll her eyes as she pictured Sayaka jumping around on stage, pulling off dance moves with ease thanks to her ball-socket doll joints. That girl could wipe off a face full of makeup and still not look like herself. “I respect that Maizono-san is your... acquaintance, from our time in high school, but she doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. She is not an interlocutor who can enrapture me with her words, as you can. She does not see past what all commoners see, as you can. She is not the girl I fell in love with.”

Mascara caused Touko’s tears to appear black, leaving inky trails down her cheeks. She wiped with the back of her hand and smudged her lipstick in the process. Looking at the reddish smudge caused her to sob; she took one step toward a tissue box and tripped in her heels. She braced herself to hit the floor like the disaster she was, but a pair of arms caught her. When she looked up, Polaris was holding her. The taller girl produced a handkerchief and began to wipe away Touko’s tears.

“Come on. I have proper make-up remover towlettes in my purse,” Polaris said. “And we can change your outfit, since we are still here.”

“Polaris, are you sure? Y-you want just... me?”

“I only want the real Touko Fukawa,” Polaris said, without hesitation. “Not any other version of yourself that you might try to present to me.” 

Polaris helped Touko to the couch and laid her down. Before she could find her purse for the make-up removers, Touko grabbed the other girl’s collar and pulled her into a kiss. Polaris’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back. When they parted, Touko’s smudged red lipstick had left a mess on Polaris’s face. Touko began to utter an apology-- but Polaris just smiled, and let that be the last bit of the Touko's makeup that would remain.

[pacificovertures]

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tagged by @offarawaysnfuturedays-inmydreams

three ships: hmm i'm not a HUGE shipper but. i've been into hoshino/hina from blue archive lately (not that it means anything to most of my followers), other than that i have pretty vanilla taste in ships like, whatever is canon is fine by me. to repeat ships i've already talked about... hmm i'm diehard for kurumu/mizore from rosario + vampire, another series no one gives a fuck about.

first ship: i was never a shipper as a kid either?? not even in middle school, i really just didn't care. if i had to pick one though it would probably be "specialshipping" or red/yellow from pokemon special

last song: i'm listening to music as i type this, but my last song was "midnight mission" by midnight grand orchestra. i wasn't that sold on it when it dropped, but it's really grown on me.

last movie: a couple weeks ago i watched fires on the plain (1959). really fucked up movie but also fascinating and sad.

currently watching: the sleeper anime of this season 16-bit sensation. it's not the "best" by any means, but it's full of love and heart which makes me smile. a must see for anyone who loves bishoujo games or game history in general!!

currently consuming: food that is probably not healthy for me bc that's what i do whenever i get really stressed lmao

currently craving: fruit juice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! specifically that pfanner berry juice blend they sold at the supermarkets in italy. they don't have it in the states and that shit slaps.

tagging: bitches i think would actually fill this out @blackglasses66 @polafuka @serenadeofthestars @snarties @ppilotco