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Not sure if you write ships or if you're still active, but here's an angsty TogaChako idea: Toga performing CPR on Ochako to restart her heart
YES I LOVE THIS!! ahhh togachako how i miss you, how i love you
i hope i executed it how you wanted <3 this got away from me a little bit, it might just be rambling AHH
cw blood, sad stuff (it’s tgck ofc), cpr grief and major character death
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Wake up.
Please wake up.
All Himiko Toga had ever wanted was a world in which she was accepted and loved, a world where she wasn’t hated and feared.
For as long as she could remember her parents would say that she was born cursed, in-human, but really Himiko was born so full of love that it hurt. It ached deep within her bones, coursed through her veins, pulsed in her teeth.
When she saw something that she loved, she wanted to hold it, to feel it, to be it so badly. She wanted to sink her teeth into it, drink its beautiful blood and be one with it. Because that’s what love meant to Himiko Toga.
But that’s not what love meant to society. That’s not what was ‘normal’ for them. So she was cast aside. Painted as a disgusting monster, a freak, a sub-human vampiric psychopath.
When she joined the League of Villains, she finally felt like she was somewhere she belonged, with people that accepted her. But one by one the people that she held most dear to her heart disappeared: murdered, slaughtered, taken from her.
So many losses change a person, a young girl at that. Big sis Magne was gone. Twice- Jin. Gone. Kurogiri, Compress, Spinner. She had no idea where they were, if they were alive or not.
Tomura wasn’t the same, he wasn’t the person who told her to live how she wanted to. Touya was burning up, his seemingly so strong life force that helped her keep going, fading into ashes as she watched from afar.
Her fight with Ochako had been so painful, physically and emotionally. But… In all of her life she had never felt so.. Loved. Ochako didn’t say it directly, but as she screamed Himikos name into the cold air, telling her that she was envious of beautiful smile, as she held Himiko in her arms and whispered, words only meant for her to hear. As she promised to give her as much blood as she needed, as she called her the cutest girl in the whole world.
She felt it. Love, reciprocated.
Himiko wanted a society that accepted her. She fought so hard for that world, a world where her love wasn’t returned with hatred. But somewhere along the way she began to hate back. Her intentions, once filled with love, became a desire to destroy.
But Ochako broke through that. Ochako touched that sadness, that pain and hatred inside of her heart, and when she did it was like it all floated away. She felt light. She felt loved.
But now, because of her, because she fought so hard to talk to Himiko, Ochako was dying. Himiko knew that if Ochako lived, she would have to put Himiko in jail for her crimes. Because that’s who she was. But Himiko couldn’t let that happen. Even so, right now, all she really wanted was for Ochako to live.
A world without Ochako was an unbearable thought.
But she could do something about it. The decision was so quick, she didn’t mull it over for even a second before she began to drag her syringes over to Ochakos heaving body.
But. When she got there, Ochako was still. Himiko dropped to her knees, hands running over Ochakos soft, blood-covered face, down to the deep gash in her side.
No. Not like this.
A world without Ochako? No. That can’t happen.
I wont let it.
With tears rolling down her cheeks, Himiko placed her hand over Ochakos bloodied chest, over her still heart. And she pressed down. Up, down.
Wake up.
Wake up, Ochako-chan.
Please.
I can’t let you die.
I won’t.
Himiko didn’t know all that much about CPR, never thinking she’d need to revive anybody. But even with limited knowledge and shaky hands she pumped Ochako’s heart for her, as if her body just knew what to do.
Maybe if i’d felt the love Ochako showed me sooner, I would’ve longed to give my own blood to other instead of just taking theirs.
Maybe in another life, me and Ochako-chan met as kids.
Maybe in another life I could’ve worked to save lives instead of take and ruin them.
Maybe in another life I could’ve been a Hero and not a Villain.
A screamed ripped itself from her throat and she began to pound of Ochakos so still, too still chest. Her thoughts became spoken words, screams into the cold battlefield.
Wake up.
Please wake up.
A beat. And then another. A flutter of eyelashes, a whisper of breath. Himiko moved before she could think, drinking Ochakos blood from her hands, placing the syringe from her arm to the arm of her beloved.
As the pain of overusing her quirk shot through her, Himiko let her blood, a copy of Ochako’s own flow into the weak girl, warming her cold insides. She was barely conscious, but she was alive. Himiko sobbed in relief, even as she began to feel her own heartbeat weaken, her body becoming achy and cold.
Curling up next the girl she loved, her face buried in her neck, their shared blood connecting them, their bodies intertwined, Himiko smiled.
Here, right here with Ochako, Himiko felt completly normal. She was helping the one she loved. The one who had accepted her, held her and called her smile beautiful.
Himiko died happy and loved. Ochako lived because of her sacrifice.
All Himiko Toga wanted was a world in which she felt accepted and loved. In her short lifetime, she fought so hard for that, in the only way she knew how. When Ochako woke up without Himiko by her side, all consuming grief covered her, like a dark, smothering blanket. But that wasn’t what Himiko sacrificed her life for.
Ochako would always carry that grief, that sorrow and pain with her. But with that hurt, combined with the pure and true love she had for that beautiful girl, she moved forwards, with the sole goal of making the world a better, easier place to live in for other people like her Himiko.
so real for this
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I've Joined Two More Writing Websites.
I recently decided to take the leap and join Medium and Vocal Media, which have both been added to my Linktree. I’m grateful to be a freelance writer. I love what I do, and I enjoy working with my clients. But sometimes, I need a creative outlet to just express myself and interact with others. I can do just that on Medium and Vocal Media. Now, I don’t expect to make bank on either website (I was just accepted into the Medium Partner Program and Vocal Media pays per view. I’ll have to elaborate on each website at some point). It would be a nice little side hustle; spare change to add to my savings account. However, I know that’s going to take time to get to that point. I’ve been freelance writing since 2009, so this isn’t my first rodeo. I took my time gaining followers on Medium, so I can take my time with earning on both websites. Right now, I’m enjoying having other places to share my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. :) And hey, maybe I’ll make some new friends! I don’t really have a lot of friends in the writing community because it’s not something I thought or knew to branch out in, so maybe that’ll change on these websites.
I did link both of my pages in the opening paragraph, so you’re welcome to follow me on either if you have an account and want to (but no pressure or obligation). Okay, I do have a freelance writing order for a client to work on, so I need to get that finished. I may catch you all a little later. :)
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Halloween/ Samhain
Crunchy leaves
Over The Garden Wall
The billowing fog
Spooky TV specials
Gothic decorations
The occasional blood moon
Pumpkin Chai
Whilst wandering through the fog
I find the thin vapors wrap me like a blanket
Shielding me from being seen
And also preventing the sight of others.
Tis not nearly enough to be lost
I find my path with ease
My heart leading me through grief
As my mind impatiently presses on.
When will it end?
Hello fellow tumblrites! Life may not be so bad right now but it sure is stressful. Reminder to please be nice to your baristas, they are trying their best ♥️