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The cutest girl in the whole world
Doomed yuri for the peepers.
TW BLOOD!
Based off this song: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=W_EI0QaTvcU&si=VwKw8rOs22ULCvzD
I didn't realize this was actually a fan made song for Toga until I showed this to some friends lol. Still very proud of this so.
Sending love ✨
"the cutest girl in the whole world"
Some But I’m a Cheerleader inspired Togachako sketches/drawings :D
The sketch looks better 😭😭
#togachako
Since you guys liked my doomed yuri
|| THIS IS NOT IZUKU, IT'S TOGA, CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND 😭 ||
My first ever fanart! Any tips for improvement???
ARARAARARAERRARA post 431 AU where, despite attempting a relationship, Uraraka finds herself emotionally distant from Izuku and inevitably breaking up, cause her memory of Toga is so heavily intertwined with her idea of love. And it all loops back to that one Taylor Swift line "She would have made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head"
AU where Uraraka dies instead of Toga, and Toga is left with the uneasy realization she never finds herself falling in love with someone again...
Y'all remember when Uraraka was hated on for getting in the way of Bakudeku? So funny how it's actually the opposite and Deku got in the way of Togachako
art collab with @marronje
It was sm fun!! Thank you for doing a collab with me!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️
Togachako Week
A very late day 6: sunset
Anyone wanna guess which manga's color palette i used?🤭🤭
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-
finally finished painting-
Yes, im late to the the party... Yes im cruel to you all...
Nah Katsuki made Izuku confess to Ochako bc he wanted him yo be happy and thought he deserves better, better than himself. Izuku and Ochako dates for a while but since both of them always just tries to be nice, after some time they start to understand they don't have romantic chemistry.
Ochako understand this first and then she will realise how Katsuki and Izuku feels to each other, she's gonna help Izuku to understand all of this bc my boi is always the oblivious one.
Bkdk will kiss and hold each others's hands and thank Ochako. She will say that she's just happy to at least some of them can find the happiness. Izuku and Ochako will hug each other. When Ochako goes to her home, she will see Tsuyu, the one who always listen her sad, happy and angry times.
Tsuyu will ask Ochako how she feels and hug each other, she will fall right into her arms and the door will nearly bust open. She will see another Tsuyu and both of the Tsuyu's words will be just "uh oh".
I FINISHED 🥳 MORE TOGACHAKO BRAINROT LETS F*CKING GOOOOOOO
(pls click the pic if you wanna see the details better :3)
@dailytogachako happy late b-day :3
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.
live, love, laugh, togachako
coloured togachako panel, horizontal edition!! vertical version below :D
We and a couple of others have this slideshow where we put funny things on it. I made it for fun (this slide I'm posting)
need to find,, good togachako fanfics,, ao3 WHERE HAVE THE GOOD TOGACHAKO GONE?! ALL I FIND IS SMUT, PWP, FLUFFY AT FIRST THEN SMUT, OR SMUT THEN FLUFFY I need some recommendations please,,?
I like to imagine that after the war, Uraraka somehow learns about Himiko's love of Pomegranates and slowly starts to incorporate them into her diet. Anytime she misses Himiko, she goes out and buys a pomegranate. It helps her feel closer to her.
You should go listen to my TogaChako Playlist I've worked very hard on it
I still add songs from time to time.
I always see Togachako as Madohomu but i think Togachako as Kyosaya fits both their characters more and is personally more compelling to me.
But I also just prefer Kyosaya more narratively than Madohomu so maybe that's just my preference talking.
Hey...psst...I got the goods..
*slides Togachako art across the table*
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ I will never stop thinking about Togachako. I love these girls with my whole heart
Video credits: azure.axra on TikTok
ua traitor
Y/N's quirk: Blood manipulation How it works: You can control someone's blood by just looking at them just like Shouta. You can control your own blood as well, With your quirk you can manipulate your blood into an object or just wings (So you're like momo), Your quirk was rare, You never seen anybody with it before.
Past: "What a disgusting quirk you have." Your mother say's. You were happy with your quirk tbh but you end up growing up hating it. "Your quirk is for a villain" one of your "friends" said, "You're quirk is scary, get away from me!!" The other says, "You'll never be a hero with that quirk." You heard someone. 'Why does everything have to be about quirks? If we haven't had quirks, would it change the world?' You thought to yourself. As 3 years past, You're now 8,You were bullied at school just because of your quirk. It was a normal day of school, school is nearly done, you were tired of the $h!ts that have been happening. "Hey you little piece of crap!" You heard behind your back as you turned around to see your bullies. Of course, one of them were kacchan, Katsuki Bakugou. The future number 1 hero, yeah right. You thought. Kacchan was fast enough to quickly grab you by the collar of your shirt, you weren't here for some $h!tty beat up again this time. The thought about ending their lives made you happy, a smirk came on your face. "what are you smirking for, huh?!" Kacchan said yelling. "To end you~" you eyes turn bright red using your quirk to make a knife with your blood and $tabbing him in his stomach. He felt a painful shock in his stomach, He looks down and coughs out blood. He lets you go and starts yelling in pain like never before. 'Is this the end?' You thought 'will it be all over?!' You smiled while chuckling. You heard footsteps in the hallway, you turned around to see a girl at your age with blonde hair with 2 buns and with yellowish/goldish marble eyes. 'Maybe she can help me' you though. Of course you knew her, she was one of your classmates. Her name was Toga, Himiko Toga. Tbh, You weren't really friends with her but you guys talk once a while. You heard a teacher coming which makes you run the different direction that was the teacher and gradded Toga by the arm.
In an allyway "Why did you do that?" Toga asked "why wouldn't I, you never did anything bad to me so you don't deserve to get caught and get arrested." You looked at her and you see her eyes widen and blushing a bit. But behind toga, You saw someone with blueish and white hair and has some skincare problems- You pulled Toga behind you to protect her from the stranger. "No need to be scared, I'm just trying to ask you a few questions" he said with a soft smile. "What do you want from us?" You ask. "Join me, We'll make this world even better than it is by destroying it!" He said showing his face out of the shadows that were hiding his face. 'Destroy the world?' you thought 'Destroy....Destroy...DESTROY THE WORLD' the word made you happy even the thought about destroying the world made you even jump in joy. "So, Will you join me and help me fix this world." He said. "Well of course, I wouldn't miss this..~"
all credits to @worstkarma on youtube
i repeat this is not my story