lover girl

❝ I just wanna love, live and die my way. My normal way. I wanna be even more like the people I love. ❞ toga himiko league of villains [ affiliated with isola radiale mfrp ]

[chuketsu]

Bags of treats and various different types of sweets were on her arms as she swayed, skipping through the night. She wore a costume, and was clearly indulging in the spirit of the season.

“Wahahahaaa! Happy Halloween!”

[all-horikoshi-sketches]

[chuketsu]

greatseedling​:

✿          “you’re welcome. i hope it is egg-cellently delicious. ♥ ”

“Pfft--hahahah!”

Himiko did not like or dislike eggs, but how could she not laugh at such an amusing pun?

[chuketsu]

greatseedling​:

✿          “can i offer you an egg in this trying time??”

Himiko looked down at the hard boiled egg that had been placed in her hands.

“... Thanks?”

[chuketsu]

xcoriate​:

“You’re such an easy to please baby, what are you going to ask for next a fucking balloon?”

Shigaraki had taken one step out the door and already he was complaining. He promised her he would at least try to have a good time today, but what did you know, villains lied. He watched her with red eyes underneath his hood, and wondered how one person could have so much energy.

He saw himself getting through maybe one of those activities before he keeled over and died. It was the drawback of looking like a corpse, with white hair, and ashen skin, his constitution barely higher than that of a zombie. If this were dungeons and dragons, Toga’s massive levels of powerful energy would be doing lethal amounts of damage to him right now.

He briefly considered offering her his hand, but then he remembered that would fucking kill her so he shoved both hands in his pockets. Instead, he elbowed her in the side as hard as he could.

“Here. Don’t get distracted, and don’t wander off. If you get lost I’m going to abandon you like one of those babies that someone leaves in a dumpster.”

“Well of course we have to get balloons!”

Himiko exclaimed, still as hyper as she was from the moment Shigaraki stood by her side. A million ideas coursed through her brain at once, and Himiko could not wait to indulge in each and every one of them. Shigaraki was just along for the ride-- that was, until, he nearly doubled over from all the effort. She paused just long enough for Shigaraki to elbow her in the side, a typical expression of his affections.

“Huuuh? What is it? What is it? Ah!”

Without warning, she snaked both of her arms around his offered elbow, all too happy to curl up to Shigaraki’s side. It was rare he would allow her to do so with minimal complaining, so Himiko didn’t want to waste such a lovely opportunity.

At his words, however, she laughed.

“Aw, you can’t get rid of me that easily!”

[chuketsu]

With a hum in her throat and a spring in her step, Himiko skipped to her heart’s content. Against her summer uniform, a brightly colored sash that depicted the phrase ‘birthday girl’ served its purpose of informing others about today. Why, the blonde likely would have even worn a hat, if it could’ve stayed on her crown with all her excited movement.

While she typically did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted on every other given day, Himiko was clearly prepared to use her own birthday as an excuse to get into all sorts of mischief.

[villaintrio]

we wear red so they don’t see us bleed dangerously havin’ the time of our lives

[chuketsu]

ultimatedefective​:

For a moment Shuichi forgot how intensely uncomfortable he was in this situation, or rather any situation, all of his fears in regards to this girl, and that he was a coward, and when she started to laugh he even laughed with her. Every once in awhile he could do this, enjoy himself a little bit.

However then she said it. You can just kill her. He felt the blood drain out of his cheeks. Himiko’s hands on him, felt cold and sopping wet, the disgusting, fetid, touch of a corpse. He pushed her off looking utterly revolted.

“S-sorry.” He weakly apologized a moment after. It’s just, her hands were so heavy on him, he felt like his chest was going to collapse. He would go into a cold shock, and start hyperventilating. He really was weak. He couldn’t even handle a basic conversation without freaking out.

Shuichi looked up at her with dark lidded eyes. “She already died once, because of me.  That I could have saved her, but I didn’t…” The sudden cold and wet and change of mood it was like rain on a sunny day. “She doesn’t know… it was my fault… I don’t deserve to be around her. She doesn’t… that’s why… I lie.” 

His visceral reaction to her words were lost on her; of course, she noticed them, but she felt nothing about it. Even if she did feel anything at all, it would probably only amount to disappointment. People so rarely understood her, and that was why she did not bother with most other individuals. The only people that could understand her were the League, and she was fine with that.

This boy, this entire interaction, was just a way to waste time for her, after all. A game, a toy, only allowed to be in her orbit until she grew bored of it all.

“Oh.”

Though, she had to admit, that it was pretty funny how readily he was spilling his secrets to a girl he barely knew. Maybe he was just that type of person, she mused. So, she’d just keep poking and poking and poking at him while he was still amusing.

“So, it’s like, you already killed her.”

“Then, isn’t that more reason to tell her the truth? If you ‘don’t deserve to be around her’, then lying to her is like, super selfish, don’t you think?”

[chuketsu]

xcoriate​:

@chuketsu​

Shigaraki knocked outside of Himiko’s door. Unlike Himiko he didn’t think it was his god given right to barge into her room at all hours of the day. He was a murderer but at least he wasn’t a stalker. 

“Do you want to go to the stupid festival or not?” 

Shigaraki could be lying on the floor in a diabetic coma due to the amount of mountain dew he had consumed, while super smash brothers brawl asked him if he wanted to play again in the tv he left on, but no Toga wanted to hang out which meant he had to come back from the dead and drag himself through his routine so he looked like less of an unstable serial killer while they were in public. 

Shigaraki even bothered to wear a freshly cleaned hoodie. Which was pure luck that laundry day once every two months and the festival happened awithin the same week. It was also pure luck that they managed to clean their clothes this time without doing that thing where you put too much soap in and the whole laundry room floods, which Shigaraki only thought happened in cartoons. Anyway, he was all clean, and he didn’t even have a single blood stain on him which meant that he was ready to go. It was just Himiko. 

“I will leave without you. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck life. Fuck everyone and everything, I’m gonna kill someone if I have to keep waiting. Can we just fucking go already?” 

As soon as Shigaraki stopped cursing, Himiko burst out of her room, nearly tackling her beloved leader down in the process. If drinking copious amounts of soda could put Shigaraki in a vegetative state, it only made Himiko hyper. That was what happened when the only thing in their entire mansion was junk food and carbonated, sugar filled beverages. Everyone living in the mansion was of age, yet, not a single one of them acted like an adult.

“Let’s goooo!”

Himiko was bouncing around Shigaraki in circles, somehow doing so while alternatively hooking her arms with his one after the other.

“We gotta’ go to the skating rink, the treasure hunt, that maze, the tea party, the fireworks show, and swimming, too, and, and, and--!”

The blonde could hardly catch her breath as she prattled on and on about all the fun activities the two of them could enjoy. Despite her sugar-induced buzz, she had clearly put time and thought into her own appearance by donning a clean outfit, and even a hit of make up on her face. Even her rambling showed how much research she had done into planning for today.

“-- Oh, ohhhhh, and that petting zoo, too!”

[chuketsu]

ultimatedefective​:

“I can’t tell her how I really feel. Do you want me to die or something? Is that what you want?” That was a distinct possibility, and one he was afraid of, considering the mean blonde girl had drawn a knife on him before.

However, Shuichi was so riled up at the moment he forgot his fear. Instead of staring at his feet like a scared puppy, he looked her directly in the eyes.

“Telling her the truth. That’s like the number one guaranteed way to make her hate me. I mean nobody would ever like me for me. Have you met me? Do you like me? See, I’m right and you know it.”

Shuichi took a breath before his spiral into self-loathing turned him completely blue in the face. He looked like he was about to faint on the spot. He was really, really bad at talking about his feelings. They were always just so negative. “I have to keep lying to her…”

Himiko suddenly stopped what she was doing, turning around quickly towards Shuichi-- she enjoyed messing with him aplenty, but when it came to the subject of romance... well, those were serious! The most serious thing that anyone could talk about!

“Oh, come on!” She groaned, using her arms to form a ‘X’ motion, as if to veto all of the things he was saying. “You can’t do it like that!”

Himiko reached out, grasping Shuichi by the shoulders, as if she were about to shake him with all of her might.

“You’ve got to be honest-- with yourself, and the person you like! Even if things don’t work out, then at least you won’t have any regrets!”

She was smiling, and for a moment it was almost like Himiko was being genuinely friendly; perhaps in her mind, she was, even when she continued to speak.

“And, besides, if it doesn’t work out, you can just kill her.”

[chuketsu]

ultimatedefective​:

There was something about blonde girls getting bored that terrified Shuichi. It was probably memories of Tsumugi’s bad Junko Enoshima impression.

He was dragged along unwillingly to the tempo of this off-beat girl into another miserable dance. It was too bad really, Shuichi had too left feet. He was going to trip all over himself again one way or another. Shuichi somehow, had the feeling this day was never going to end.

He entered the story filled with black clothing and couldn’t help but feel he was being made fun of again. “Do you have something to say about the way I dress?” Shuichi said. Before a stray thought entered his mind. This was probably another bad idea, but how could he possibly make things worse now?

“Hey, umm… if there’s a certain girl who I wanted to get to notice me, but she was too self-centered and stubborn, and also way too good for me to ever look my way, do you think if I changed the way I look I might have a chance?”

Himiko was already browsing through the clothing racks as soon as they entered. It was if she had just dragged Shuichi into the store for the simple act of doing so; once they were inside, she would ignore him again. How cruel.

Well, Himiko was just like that, after all.

Yet, when Shuichi did pose his so-called hypothetical question to her, Himiko’s head perked up.

“If she’s too self-centered, she wouldn’t notice you even if you dressed differently.” Her words were cold, but Himiko did not stop there. “So, if you want her to notice you, you’ve got to do something that she couldn’t ignore.”

“So, obviously, you should just tell her how you feel. The more direct you are, the harder it is to ignore or misunderstand!”

[chuketsu]

kxrei​:

    while he came to the museum to see the art and get a good look at some of     those in charge of the city, the art attacking was something he was not expecting,     catching him off guard if only for a moment before he took action.

                               always some sort of catch isn’t there?                           at least the city wasn’t one to bore so easily

        ‘ you look like you’ve been enjoying yourself. ’

    he fought through painting after painting, none of which particularly difficult, but     in numbers could cause problems. he stopped only when noticing the other to     lend aid, but she seemed far more capable than she looked. he offered her a     soft smile.

        ‘ find any exhibits you liked? ’

Himiko’s body bobbed and weaved out of the way of hands and other appendages that reached out of frames in order to try and accost her. Her blonde buns bounced as well, dangerously on edge of bursting out of the hairstyle she had perfected this morning. 

Oh, there was someone else here-- someone that didn’t walk out of a painting, that is.

“Hm? Oh, yeah!”

Himiko smiled, a bright and gleeful grin that was completely out of place in a situation like this. The tone with which she began speaking was similar, far too cheery for her current predicament.

“I think I like it all-- it’s hard to pick just one thing, you know?”

"What about you? What’s your favorite?”

[chuketsu]

thelostvessel​:

Adorable? They didn’t know what to think about being called that, if they thought anything of it at all, but they did know that they absolutely hated the fact that their horns were being grabbed by sticky, dripping red fingers. In a frantic burst, the vessel struggled and pushed, trying to pull themself away from the girl’s grasp– likely to no avail, given the size difference between the two of them.

Well, they had definitely found the perpetrator of all the crime against art they had been seeing here. Too bad they were now another victim themself, squirming in place while still in just as much silence as ever. It was almost eerie, how even in their utter panic, they didn’t seem to be able to create a single utterance of sound.

…and while they had already decided upon their name earlier with Grimm, there was no way they wanted to give it to this girl while she had them in her grip. Senka was too personal a thing for them to share with just anyone, right? Especially people that had managed to get off on the wrong foot with them this fast.

“Oh?”

Himiko (surprisingly) stopped upon seeing how much her new friend struggled against her touch. The horns were a no go, but that was fine. Her quick hands just moved on to other areas of their small body, namely what she perceived to be the sides of its face. Was this a mask, or just how their head was? Moreover, they were being so quiet-- could they talk, or were they just being shy?

The blonde didn’t particularly mind one way or the other, as she would sate her curiosity eventually. Now, she could just talk enough for the both of them.

“What are you doing? You looked like you were in a big hurry to get somewhere.”

“Do you like art, too?” Himiko giggled.

[chuketsu]

Though not one for keeping regrets, Himiko did suppose that, just perhaps, staining various artwork was something to not do. The various paintings reaching out to ensnare her were quite evident of that.

It was fortunate that she was so agile, but not as much so that her blades were useless to carve a safe path with. How strange!

[chuketsu]

thelostvessel​:

The vessel hadn’t been back on the island for very long yet, but somehow, they had managed to find their way to the apparently newly opened art museum that was currently being hosted anyways. Truth be told, xey were quite mesmerized by the entire experience, walking slowly as they took in all the sights and sounds echoing throughout the halls; they had never seen anything as beautiful as this before. They had never seen anything like this before ever, actually.

It was quite different from the depths of the Abyss or the caves of the Ancient Basin, to say the least, and in a way it was rather overwhelming. Still, the vessel didn’t want to miss out on this, so they kept walking.

Until a dripping, red hand print on an otherwise brilliantly white marble statue caught their attention. The little void creature’s tiny footsteps paused as they turned, approaching the piece of work, before noticing there seemed to be a trail of red hand prints on various other works from this point on.

Though they had no way to show it, the vessel felt a tad agitated at such a thing. Who was destroying the artwork here like this? Couldn’t they just look at it? They began to follow the trail, walking much faster than their prior leisurely pace as they searched for the culprit behind all this.

Were she not paying some attention, Himiko might have considered the little individual who was now following her to be a piece of art as well. Yet, by the way they moved, she soon realized that they were just another one of the island’s fascinating residents. Just like her! So small, so cute-- Himiko was like a child in a store full of confections and shiny things. She couldn’t help herself from reaching out and touching what she wanted. The horns on the little vessel were no exception.

“Aren’t you adorable?”

“Hey, hey, what’s your name? Mine’s Himiko Toga-- but, you can just call me Toga, okay?”

With her red coated fingers, the blonde continued to poke at the vessel’s horns with no regard for their personal space. At least she stopped ruining the museum’s art... for now.

[chuketsu]

ultimatedefective​:

“…” “…” “…”

Shuichi let the time pass as he waited for Himiko to stop laughing. This is probably what it felt like to die slowly by suffocation. If his face wasn’t already such a bright red, it would probably begin to turn blue.

Shuichi was starting to remember why he had developed a fear of other people in the first place with so many strangers staring at him. He finally gave up, and joined in her laughing.

“Haha, I guess you’re right, it’s pretty funny now that I think about it.” He laughed softly, and with a stray finger wiped at the corner of his eye. “Why would anyone want to date someone like me? Yeah that’s… too much…”

As soon as Shuichi started to laugh, Himiko stopped. It wasn’t funny anymore.

Boring.

“Anyway,” she suddenly said, “let’s go over here. I wanna go into that store.”

Himiko pointed at the first one she saw, not at all caring what it was. It was a store that actually looked like Shuichi’s taste, so Himiko decided it would probably shut him up. The lights flashing ‘Tot Hopic’ were so annoying, it fit him perfectly, she thought.

“Come on, come on, slowpoke!”

[chuketsu]

xcoriate​:

“You’re not evil. You’re just a normal, awful, little girl. Haven’t you noticed that by now normal people all suck? They smile, laugh, and actually like others instead of just hating them. I hate normies so much. Trip on a land mine and die.“

Buried underneath Shigaraki’s ranting there was probably some form of attachment. As much as a broken creature like himself could attach himself to others.

He would let Himiko stab him as many times as she’d like. He’d easily spill his blood for her. Because while he didn’t understand the feeling of liking others, he at least knew causing people pain. He knew other people’s pain so well, sometimes he even felt like he was experiencing with them. He’d endure any sort of pain to be just a little bit closer.

However, he drew the line at seeing her hurt.

"Hmm, Himiko is being really annoying right now, how do I get her to take the hint already and stop following me around everywhere? Maybe I should tell her that all her stalker shit isn’t as fucking cute as she thinks it is.”

Himiko was smart enough, empathetic enough, and delusional enough to know that Shigaraki was lashing out. She knew he cared for her, and he cared for all the League members, too. He simply showed it in his own way, just like she did. So long as the two of them were together, she didn’t mind at all.

She flopped until she came to his side again, sitting up in the same rolling motion. His words did the same, rolling off of her...

“Hey, hey, hey. What are you talking about?”

Suddenly, Himiko frowned.

“I’m cute. Super cute. I’m the cutest.”

With one hand, Himiko poked at her own cheek, then poked at Shigaraki’s side with her other hand.

“See? I’m adorable.”