Now THAT is a bubble dress. I love how they also have other features that show they're not regular humans. The bits of green on Glinda and the bits of pink on Elphaba? Yeah, ate!
Watched The Wicked at last!🥳 I have heard of The Musical once before but I didn’t know that much about it, so I needed to see The Movie! and I had to say The Musical was Fantastic! Loving Glinda and Elphaba, I just Loved it so much!🥺 and I thought of drawing their Classical poster in my style for fun, (I tried to give them an Emerald and Bubbly look lol)🙌🏼💚💕✨
Never posted this i think??? Well now I do
I wanted to make an infected dp x dc analog horror au but I'm pretty sure it has been done before and is much better than what I could ever write.
It hurts, just a little bit 😔
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Edit: I did it 🤭
Thank you!
It starts off small like Makoto running into Fuyuhiko while out of Hope's Peak only to escalate to him being grabbed and held hostage by the Kuzuruyu Clan because he was mistaken as their target. It keeps happening and becomes a running theme where everyone expects Makoto to show up captured sooner or later.
"Just so you know, this could've gone much easier if you— WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Lifting the bag off the face, expecting to see the bastard.
"Heyyyy senpai..." Makoto's voice coming out more nervous than afraid, "Nice suit by the way."
"DON'T TRY TO EASE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS YOU LITTLE SHIT."
I have a very clear image of buff or semi buff Hajime (because c'mon, you mean to tell me all that experimentation and no big muscles?) with Makoto on one side and Shuichi on the other just menacingly watching the door incase anybody tries anything with his two boyfriends.
Question for naehinahara au. Who falls for who first (if romantic) and how would the interactions be when they figure out they like each other?
I'm thinking Makoto and Hajime already kind of have a preexisting rapport, having known each other longer and relied on each other in the past. They don't read their own interactions as flirty, but there are a lot of grim smiles exchanged over jokes that no one else understands, and since they're the only pair of people there who have a mutually-remembered deep connection, basically all the ingredients are in place for them to swiftly bypass every step between fond acquaintance and "I can't lose him." It's not even a situation where they really consciously notice the transition, besides maybe a thought like "I never imagined sleeping in Hajime's bed before, but this is nice."
They both feel protective toward Shuichi, since he's the most recent survivor, and he's initially looking to both of them as the two guys who are supposed to be able to handle this. Between the Ultimate Hope and the Ultimate Talent, if anyone can face this and pull everyone out alive, they can.
Shuichi's arc is realizing that Makoto and Hajime are both also guys with killing game trauma who shouldn't have to be dealing with this again. He sees Hajime cry, he sees Makoto shut down, and sometimes he's the one getting them out of bed. Seeing this side of them makes him realize how alike they are, and how they're some of the few people in the world who have been exactly where he was and understand completely. It's a very intimate feeling. Shuichi's feelings toward them turn into something like thirst (and I mean that non-suggestively, unless you want it to be suggestive, lol). He feels as though he's getting by on just this feeling of being so understood, and getting to understand them better makes him feel like there's something in this situation that he can grasp. Piece by piece, they become more human in his eyes, and more wonderful.
Makoto starts to feel attracted to Shuichi during their normal conversations and free time. It makes him feel a little more at peace when he's able to get a normal conversation out of Shuichi and see him smile. The situation is really stressful for the three of them especially, and anytime he can get Shuichi or Hajime to take a breath and not be in survival mode is a big relief. They get to know each other much like he got to know his friends in his first killing game. When talking to Shuichi and thinking about Shuichi makes him feel all warm inside, he does wonder why he feels that way, but he doesn't pursue the thought too much. It's just nice, that's all.
Hajime starts to feel attracted to Shuichi in moments where he is made to confront the fact that Shuichi isn't just another person to protect. When Shuichi comforts him, comforts Makoto, he sees someone who genuinely cares about them and isn't just relying on them to get him through a killing game, and that really means a lot to him, because he knows how tough it is to feel that kind of thing for anyone under these circumstances. The furthest he goes, as far as considering the nature of his feelings for Shuichi (or Makoto, for that matter) is deeply wishing they weren't in a killing game. By which I mean, when they are cuddling in bed together and he watches them fall asleep, he consciously thinks, I wish we weren't in a killing game. He thinks about sharing these moments with them in times of peace. He doesn't think about whether the feeling is platonic.
Shuichi's the one who probably very consciously notices that he feels romantically for both of them and they feel romantically for each other. He doesn't think they feel that way towards him, because he reads any affection they show him as a continuation of that initial protectiveness.
Makoto is caputured and taken to the nearest RoD which so happens to be Fuyuhiko. Fuyuhiko has watched the killing game, he's seen enough to know what the hope-filled bastard is like and he's pretty sure he can handle him before tossing him to the others where they could then decided what to do with him. It would be a piece of poisoned cake...
He was wrong, so fucking wrong.
What was supposed to be a simple hostage situation quickly turned into the WORST babysitting gig he has ever gotten, granted he has never babysat anyone but if he had this would be the worst. It had only been a day since his kidnapping for the brat to start acting up. Somehow he got free and started treating the Monokumas he set to guard the place as his personal fucking throw toys, aiming at any and everything in his sight, Fuyuhiko included.
Oh but it didn't stop there, no no no.
On the second day he got free again and found the generator that was used to give his place power and destroyed it with a sledgehammer he found, luckily there was a backup one Kazuichi had made so he made do with that but his important communication line was fucked up for a while.
On the third day the little fucker had somehow gotten out AGAIN (he was going to kill those useless guards) and this time he found the control room, which was supposed to be secretly hidden, he was using to control monokumas that were fighting Future Foundation agents and used them to help the agents. It was good thing for Fuyuhiko that Makoto was absolute shit at controlling them otherwise he'd be in serious shit, but, it still gave the agents enough time to do damage on their numbers.
On the fourth day the kid was just being an annoying prick. Destroying any and all breakable things in the kitchen, which means a lack of silverware, plates and bowls for a while.
On the fifth day he–
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING GARDEN, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN YOUR ROOM."
"I'LL GO WHERE I WANT!"
"TAKE THAT SHIT OUT OF MY GARDEN."
"I'LL SHIT IN YOUR DAMN GARDEN."
Fuyuhiko was on his sixth cigarette of the day when the time came to meet the rest of the RoD, which was saying a lot since it was only 11:40 a.m. in the day. His hair had grown a little longer, there was peach fuzz starting to grow on his face, dark circles around his eyes and his usual put together outfit was disheveled unlike anything it had been before he, unfortunately, captured the brat.
"Woahhh, did baby gangsta get taller?" Ibuki questioned in her cheerful tone.
"You look like shit!" Hiyoko countered.
Fuyuhiko looked away from them and stared at Makoto who was being restrained in chains with locks and cloth covering his mouth by Peko. The eyes that looked back at him told him all he needed to know. That little fucker enjoyed every single thing he had done and doesn't regret a thing.