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dopposhusband · 2 years

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I love it and I love you Cerise, of course, you did forget to include the specific reason this AU was created so I decided to include it :) This is the priest's outfit and what exactly makes him the SEXY priest! Please see attached picture:

Dedan meets the Sexy Priest 😳? Elsen stealer? what if 🥴

Alright, to everyone else, I'm gonna give you some context: Two days ago, my friend made up an AU where there is a fourth zone, its guardian being called the Priest. Esentially, the Priest converts Elsen to his own religion and "purifies" the Burnt ones (attempting to turn them back to normal). His zone is a safe haven, where the Elsen have everything they could want. But yeah, he "steals" the Elsen from the other zones, which the other guardians do not like. The religion worships the lands how they used to be before everything fell into corruption, despising the other guardians and the Queen.

Dedan Meets The Priest

Warnings: religious themes

To say that the confrontation between the two of you was filled with failed communication is an understatement. Whereas Dedan is willing to have the Elsen under him work themselves to the bone, you wanted nothing more than for them to be in a safe haven, the paradise you created for them. No matter how much you tried to convince him, your preachments fell on ignorant ears.

Dedan, thinking you were insane with your conversion of the Elsen to a belief that was against all the other zones, against the Queen herself, was not afraid to tell you his strongly worded opinion. He had to have his zone work or else all the other ones were to collapse without metal, meat and smoke. Yours was no exception to this, but you were in denial about that. Your Pilatean Paradise was perfect, it had everything the Elsen ever needed.

The first time, Dedan simply told you to leave, threatening to kill you, regardless of your status as a guardian. Naturally, you did not heed his advice, revisiting zone 1 again and again, recruiting its workers and “purifying” the Burnts.

The second time, however, he was not that kind. When he saw you preaching your ideologies at Shachihata, he pushed the audience in his way aside and started attacking you. The fight ended in a stalemate, considering he had the advantage of physical strength over you. Once more, he forced you to leave.

This was not the only instance of such occurring. Whenever he found you picking up Elsen, stealing them from him, you would have to prepare yourself for physical confrontation. Despite your hatred of the other guardians, that spite has never been strong enough to push you forward to kill him. Over and over again, the only reward you both gained from your battles was contempt for the other and shame of your weakness.

#hnnnnng Olivine #Thank you for answering tho I love you lots Cerise <3 #You make my AU sound so much cooler and not just an excuse to be a slut in the off world with my cool priest fit #Get dunked Dedan my elsens now #Slap your nuts Dedan #Cringe Dedan #Dedan drinka from da poopoo fountain (formerly named meat fountain before I shit in it)

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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Any HCs about Dedan :) Maybe with a super handsome and funny SO - anon (not dandy)

Hello, not Dandy! Just a few days ago I was talking to my friend Dandy about Dedan, what a coincidence :) I think the two of you would get along well! Here you go, some Dedan for the two of you! I had to consult my Dedan-fan friend, Dandy, for this!

Dedan with a Funny and Handsome S/O

Warning: Might be a bit suggestive? Even that is not much and nothing at all happens. Still, better safe than sorry

From the very start you were aware of the fact that Dedan would be very busy and spend most of his time working to keep every zone supplied with breath, metal, plastic and meat. Even so, you’ve been feeling a bit neglected as of late. Surely, he must have had some time to spare, right?

And so, you went to his office in Alma. The fact that you found it empty wasn’t too much of a surprise either, so you simply seated yourself in the chair.

Just as you were about to sit down, you noticed a piece of paper on the floor. After you picked it up, you examined it further: It was a photo of him and you riding a pedalo on the meat fountains together. The mere memory warmed your heart and made you smile. It was sweet of him to have a small keepsake like this on him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when heavy steps came from the hallway. And there he was, the guardian of zone 1 himself, in all his scary and frightening glory. Leaning on his table, you gave him a wink. “Hello, handsome~”

Dedan was a bit surprised to see you in his office in Alma, of all places. Soon enough, that bewilderment was replaced with slight annoyance. Not because of you, likely because an Elsen had gotten on his nerves again. Walking to the chair, he placed down a bunch of papers. “(Y/N), move, I need to go through this report today.” His sigh was one of stress. Blunt as always, busy as always, you would not let that slide today, however.

Even so, you complied and let him sit down. But there had to be some place you could sit down as well. For now, the table would have to do.

Skimming over the pages, you soon found it to be too boring and decided to have some fun. “It’s been so lonely without you, every night I feel like I’m going to freeze into a handsome ice statue for you to marvel at.” You put the back of your hand over your forehead to feign drama.

“I’m trying to work.” His tone was more sympathetic and calm towards you than to everyone else. But no success this time either. This seemed to call for drastic measures.

Moving from your uncomfortably hard and lifelessly cold seat, you wanted to feel the comfort of your throne. And so you settled for Dedan’s lap. Due to his height, you still had to crane your neck to look him in the eyes. Having slung your arms around his neck, you kissed his teeth. And then you ran your hands over his shoulders. It seemed to distract him enough as he turned his attention to you. “What is it?”

Did you get him where you wanted him? “You, me, we’re spending time together now!”

“Not too much time, I have to finish this.”

Finally, you got what you wanted. It was better than nothing and having to wait for another night. Contently, you and him took a walk around Alma together, holding hands and conversing about something that wasn’t work so even Dedan could relax for some time.

#Wow thank you!!!#Dedan is so seggsy in a fucked up kinda way 😳#teef 😩

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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What if I was all Ramuda wanted in his eyes 😳

What if I was his one 😳

What if I was all Ramuda needed in his hands 😳

What if I was his world 😳

#Listening to drops #Wanted to post cringe

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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I now announce....

......Him 💘🥴🥰

That is all, just a last-minute post for the him since he

#🍭🍬🐇💞#We dont really have a tag and I don't plan on making one #Already had art made of us #Cringe supreme epicly at 3 am #anyways good night and goodbye

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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🌱 | 🤎 | 🌱

🌼 | 🐇 | 🌼

🌱 | 🤎 | 🌱

#Baby fishie #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#Bunnyfish is the best item

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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Today is my anniversary with my lads! I know I don't really have anyone here to celebrate it with but I wanted to make a post nonetheless! I love them all so much and things havent exactly been the kindest to me but its nice to always have them. Even in the moments where doubt was its highest, there was always still hope in them. Its been two years in general of just a lot and I feel I can say Im finally healing for a change! People have come and gone, but they had stayed and I could never be more grateful! Happy birthday, Jakurai and happy anniversary to us! I dont have a fic to share, but heres art I had made yesterday!

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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I Just Know

Hifumi is an honest person. Brutally honest. It never comes from a place of malice, of course. He says what he thinks because he just can't see why he shouldn't and in some cases, it's out of genuine want to help. With him, I know everything that he means is wholly true and honest.

I know when he says my cooking is bad, that my sewing is off, or if something doesn't look good on me, that he's being honest.

But I also know, when he says; he loves me, that he'll never leave me, and that there's no one else he'd rather be with than us, he's being honest too.

My cooking, sewing, and fashion can always get better over time. Especially, with his help. The relationship and love we have, however, can never be replicated.

He just loves me.

He loves Doppo.

He loves Jakurai.

He loves all of us and he'd never ask for anyone else.

And I just know it's all true.

Because he said it.

#💛#I am very very tired rn #I've used the last of my energy writing this 😩#Today was very busy #Went to a lot of stores for crimbo shopping and just groceries in general #Was tired in the shower #Worried I would spiral in there #But instead I thought of this and that makes me happy :>#Haven't posted a fic in a whilw #Not really a fic but its something #Im proud

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dopposhusband · 2 years

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Mirrored Sounds

So, this is something new for me: A story about two of my OCs! Since a single person asked for something I had written, here I am, posting it! But that should be alright! Not like anyone else would care!

Every time they looked into that mirror, what they saw was not a reflection of themself.

What they saw was simply not comparable to what they were. A tall figure stood behind it, with long and dark hair, grey eyes piercing through them just like that. And although they wore a blue shirt with blue jeans, their reflection, if it could even be called that, wore a beautiful red dress, ankle length. Yoko wished they were half as beautiful as the person in the mirror, but alas, they looked completely different from them. Or her, rather. That’s how they had always referred to her, ever since they had seen her. Arya was her name. They came up with it a long while ago, when they were a child. Arya had been with them for as long as they could remember, having been a friend since forever.

Arya moved in the exact same way Yoko did. If they smiled, then so did she, even though there was a sense of mischief behind her eyes. Had Arya sat down, the Yoko would be sitting as well, lamenting their life to one of their only friends. It was odd, but quite sweet nonetheless, how they would trust an image within a mirror with their life, its rises and downfalls. But that was just how it had been. And in turn, whenever Yoko did not speak, they would listen to Arya in hopes of finding friendship between them and escaping the loneliness that burned them up from the inside. Such had become routine for the two of them for years now, and there was no intention of ever changing that. And like Pygmalion, they, too, came to love that which they created in their mind. And although none of it seemed to be real, they would silently lament their lover’s fate, having come up with explanations of utmost ridiculousness.

Though, they supposed they had merely gone mad, as one day, sitting down on the ground in front of the mirror, Arya had still been standing, smiling sheepishly at them. Rubbing their eyes once, and twice, they could not believe the image they saw. It was so surreal, there was no way a mere reflection of the mirror could defy them. But then again, it was not a reflection per se either. Crossing her arms, Arya lifted her chin, looking as high and mighty as she was gorgeous while looking down at them. Yoko didn’t bother that as much as her wearing no socks. She could have been as arrogant as a spoiled royal brat, they still would have no problem with calling her out. Still, socks would have ruined the look, so they couldn’t be too mad at her.

Putting a hand in front of her mouth, she seemed to be clearing her throat, even if no sound at all left her lips, or rather, the mirror dimension. Yoko, while confused, kept on sitting there, quite defeated in regards to finding an explanation for everything. They gave up on finding one a long time ago, nothing about the world made sense to them anymore, so they just resorted to explaining everything with magic. Arya? Magic. Her looks? Magic. The way her dress would swirl whenever she spun? Magic. It was as simple as that. Yoko merely smiled tiredly, watching as Arya’s mouth moved. Though, their neck did start to hurt after a while, they did have to look up, after all. It was funny, but sort of thrilling nevertheless. Like a bad romance novel, maybe they could find true love with her. Not that they hadn’t been fancying her for a while, Yoko did like the thought of her reciprocating their feelings. Even so, they listened intently to the nothing Arya spouted to them, with her wild hand gestures and prideful body language. She was even more dreamy than they had ever imagined.

At one point, Yoko got up, sluggishly so as they had been rather exhausted from all the thinking they were supposed to do, but they stood tall. Well, as tall as they could, they were quite a bit shorter than Arya. Stretching ever so slightly, they smiled, despite their eyes being almost half-closed. Arya fell silent, at least her mouth ceased moving, which is when Yoko started to talk. Arya seemed rather taken aback, but there was nothing she could do about it, she had had her turn in regards to talking, it was only fair that they could talk too. It was mostly just trivial stuff they were talking about, nothing too important. The weather, how they were doing and how much they had been working on their paper. Nothing anyone would properly care about. Then they fell silent, pondering over whether or not they should say what was on their mind. It’s not like Arya could hear them, so they decided to give it a shot. Before speaking their mind, however, they looked at her. Arya’s head was tilted to the side as she was crossing her arms. How adorable.

“Arya,” they began, swallowing down a lump in their throat, nervous if she could hear them or not. They came to the conclusion, that she couldn’t considering they couldn’t hear her either. “You know, you’re more gorgeous than the sun, in all its beauty. You shine more brightly than any of the stars in the universe and you’re more attractive than any and all black holes in the universe combined. A nebula fades into jealousy upon seeing the beauty you hold, and I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve a presence as big and impactful as yours in my life. You are the oxygen I breathe, you are the stardust that runs through my veins, you are the stars that take my breath away every night. I want to spend every waking minute of my life with you, be engulfed in the warmth you give off. You are the sun to my moon, the time to my space, you are the hopes to my dreams. Arya, I love you so dearly, you have no idea. I would die for you, if you commanded it. But more importantly, I would live for you.”

Arya’s eyes were wide and she covered her mouth with both of her hands. It appeared as though she did not expect such a thing. But what was she so surprised about? Yoko did not understand. She couldn’t hear them, so why? Maybe they were talking too much, it wouldn’t be the first time they had done so, after all. Arya let one of her hands dangle besides her while forming a fist with the other one. What followed was… laughter? Yoko did not expect that. Wait one moment, she was laughing?! And Yoko could hear her?! That was quite embarrassing for them. They would have liked to die then and there, regardless of the promise they made just now. Dropping dead seemed to be more favourable than anything else at the moment.

Red-faced and toppling over, she held her stomach as she was moved to tears as well. Yoko burned up, almost about to punch the mirror, disregarding their safety and the possibility of never seeing Arya again. It was too much to bear, confessing your feelings to someone in the most cheesy way possible.

Finally, she got up again, wiping a tear from her left eye. “You do realise that I can hear you, right? Oh man, that was hilarious, and also kinda cute. I liked that a lot.”

Standing there dumbfounded, Yoko crossed their arms, making a slight “huh” sound, in hopes of calming down their nerves and seeming like less of a loser than they must have seemed already. But it was absolutely no use: Their heart was beating out of their chest, their head was twitching ever so slightly and a chill ran down their spine. With ragged breathing, they tried to get some words out of their mouth, but it was to no avail. They were stuck completely helpless and at her mercy. Arya could say what she desired, toy however she pleased with Yoko and break their heart a million times over again. Holding their breath, they awaited her next words.

And Arya delivered, just not what Yoko thought they would get to hear: “So, you’re in love with me, eh? That’s adorable. I’d just like to let you know that I am a demon straight from hell, I could shred you apart into itty bitty pieces and burn you alive. But.” She looked away, holding her stomach with one arm and putting the other atop it, holding her cheek with it. “Your confession was so cute, I can’t help but feel flattered. I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into when you fell for a foul demon. Because.” She got closer and closer to the mirror, putting her hand on the glass. “I think I might just like you too. You’re pretty cute. A nerd you may be, but that’s okay, I think it’s quite cute how you geek out about space. But man, comparing me to the sun? The oxygen you breathe? Don’t you think that that’s kind of ridiculous? Hah!” She mustered them carefully. “Come a bit closer, won’t you?”

“Ok.” That’s all Yoko could mumble at that moment before getting closer, a bad feeling overcoming them. But who were they to deny a pretty demon lady her wish? Maybe she had gotten in their head already, though, that had already happened years ago. Inching closer, they put the hand opposite of Arya’s on the glass. What was the worst that could happen? They didn’t even want to think about that, but then again, they weren’t sure what to make of Arya’s confession either. Was it a positive one? Well, she did say that she liked them too, even if they went a bit overboard, but such was life. Not everything could always be rosy, some things had to be, well, questionable. Sighing, they closed their eyes. Although they were meant to feel happy, they couldn’t help but be blue. Maybe it was pity?

And yet, before they could even register what was going on, they felt a hand grab their own, pulling them towards the mirror. Inside the mirror, even, but they did not know that until it was too late.

On the other side, it seemed like hell. It wasn’t hot, but everything was red. The grass, the sky, the fog covering a mountain from far away. But that was none of their current concern: Arya held their hand and smiled shrewdly. Yoko was not sure what to do, so they just let it happen. Looking behind them, they saw a portal in the shape of their mirror. How come it had never occurred to them that it may have been a portal to another dimension? Or realm? Whatever it was. But what came next surprised them.

It was nicely warm and the scent of roses engulfed them. With one arm around their shoulders and another one around their waist, they were certain it must have been a hug. A hug from Arya. Although hesitant, they wrapped their arms around her as well, pulling her even closer. It was quite pleasant. A hug from your loved one, your significant other, what else could you possibly want? Nothing more for Yoko, that was certain. Even the fact that they were in hell didn’t matter as much anymore. It raised no problem, as long as they could stay in her lover’s warm embrace. They could spend an eternity like that together.

#🌺🌸#Ooo once again you are killing it in your descriptions :D!#Just reading through it I can imagine it and I imagine something SAPPY and GAY!#I do wonder if Arya was small too :o #Yknow if they grew up together in a sense!#But together forever nonetheless!#Never lonely when you have your spooky and cool mirror gf sdkjfh #GAY #Having a big ol crush on a funky reflection!#Daw you two are a strange kinda sweet!#In a good way of course!#Very nerd and bully romance dynamic <3 sdkfjh #What a cute lil monologue too tho sdkjfh #I wonder how long shes been able to hear tho :o!#Years of silence and following stiff movements but now!#Or was it a real reflection and now she took it over?#You'll have to tell me the details tomorrow so I can get the full lore!#But to have a demon instead of your reflection! I wonder about that too!#Is it a bad omen or perhaps its some strain of a soulmate AU but somehow getting a demon of all people!#Now adventures in hell :D #I like to imagine your version of hell being kinda like the neither but specifically the like ender biome yknow!#Warped Forest! Thats it!#Either way! This was another sweet fit and I love to see Arya get some love!#Im sure she does too tho skdjfh

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