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i have decided Honoré has a knife collection. he joins Alee and Decord in the ranks of my ocs who have badass knife collections.
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Who’s more romantically sexual?
Decord doesn't believe in kissing during sex with people he isn't romantically involved in which is like. weirdly romantically sexual for HIM.
Who’s better at dirty talk/dirty talk headcanon?
Decord 100% Galin just fucking moans and whines and whimpers.
Do they have sexual nicknames or titles?
"Sweet little prince" + "Daddy" and things like that.
Who’s more likely to be caught masturbating?
GALIN. once Decord turns them into a SLUT that is IT.
Who looks at porn more/porn headcanons?
Also Galin. They're so curious!
Who usually cums first?
Decord makes sure Galin gets off at least once first.
How long can they go?
An hour and a half is what they usually go but they could go for hours on account of being half dead.
What are their safewords?
"Mauve".
Any routines?
Oh well yeah, Decord will usually start with eating Galin out and/or fingering them. Then usually they'll get into the rest of the intercourse.
Do they have a dynamic (Dom/sub) or are they versatile?
They have a dynamic, but can be versatile, depends on if Decord is lazy/tired or if Galin is feeling feisty.
What roleplay scenarios do they have/want?
Lotta preacher/flock member... weirdos...
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An Adrinette Post-Reveal fic, where someone brings up Catwalker
Her fingers slide through his hair like she’s untangling silk threads. She thinks she should have made the Adrien-is-Chat-Noir connection sooner, given how many times she’s slid her hands through his hair both in and out of costume. She’s never quite gotten over how smooth it is. She’d told herself that with Chat it was just the magic, and with Adrien, she’d imagined copious bottles of product—only come to find out, it was both.
His head rests in her lap, and his eyes hidden behind his forearm. His fingers fidget absentmindedly with one of her hair ties, and his lanky legs are propped up against her wall, jeans sliding off to show just a bit of bare ankle. She’s pressed back into her own mountain of pillows, and she thinks how nice it is to have afternoons like this together. No more chasing down villains, no more battles, no more secrets.
“Kim as the monkey was an inspired choice,” Adrien says. “He’s about as chaotic as Plagg.”
Marinette laughs softly. “I think that was Master Fu’s choice, not mine.”
“How do you decide who the right choice is?” Adrien pulls his arm from his face and looks up at her. Pensive curiosity flits through his determined green gaze. “Like, Nino’s really protective, so Carapace makes sense, but Alya’s all about truth and justice, right? Lies and illusion don’t make a lot of sense for her.”
Marinette tips her head back and stares at the trapdoor above her bed. “I didn’t think Ladybug made sense for me. She’s so brave and cunning and determined… I’ve always been a coward and pretty hapless and helpless.”
“I think you’re brave and determined.”
“You’ve only known me since becoming Ladybug. I’ve grown a lot.”
“Chat Noir made perfect sense for me.”
Marinette laughs, jostling Adrien, and when she looks back down at him he’s glaring up at her.
“You don’t think so?” he says flatly.
“It’s not that,” she laughs again. “I mean, it does make sense—now anyway. But not how you used to be, you know, around other people.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Just that you’ve changed, too.”
“I was always like this,” he protests. “I just pretended to be someone else for a long time.”
“So you weren’t a handsome, charming, polite and kind friend all those years?”
“Chat Noir is all of those things.”
“Charming is stretching it.”
Adrien wrinkles his nose, and it only makes Marinette laugh more.
“Who was Scarabella, anyway?” Adrien asks, unsubtly changing the subject.
Marinette has to take a moment to compose her giggles. “That was Alya.”
“Ah, of course. She did a good job, but she certainly was no replacement for you.”
Marinette bites her cheek, hoping he can’t see her blush. The hardest thing about dating Adrien after the reveal has been listening to him praise her as Ladybug. She had never quite felt comfortable hearing him praise Ladybug before, and now that he knows the truth, it’s worse, as if knowing both of her identities has somehow doubled the intensity of the compliments.
She unsubtly reaches for a subject change of her own. “And what about Catwalker? You picked him, didn’t you? Or was that Plagg?”
Adrien glances away, tipping his head back for a better gaze of her pinboard that is no longer just Gabriel ads, but has grown to include photos with friends and pictures from several of their date nights, and a few even of Ladybug and Chat Noir.
“Catwalker was—well…” His brow furrows as he searches for the answer. She can’t fathom why it’s so hard for him to explain if he knows, but finally he says, “I was Catwalker.”
Marinette laughs again. “What do you mean you were Catwalker?”
“Well—you didn’t need Chat Noir around, and Plagg didn’t want another holder, so we… we figured something else out.”
Her hands go still in his hair. “You know I always need you, right, minou?”
His eyes are still on her corkboard. “You didn’t need Catwalker.”
“It was more like I couldn’t function with Catwalker. I… I liked you too much. You were so careful, so polite, so put together and charming… I couldn’t even think straight, just like all those times I couldn’t talk to you at school. You just made my brain stop working! I couldn’t be Ladybug if I was too busy thinking about kissing you.”
She hopes he’ll sit up for a kiss, but he still doesn’t move. His gaze remains distant.
“Catwalker was based on the person I would always pretend to be. The person my father wanted me to be.”
Marinette understands rather suddenly where she misstepped. She bites down on her tongue, holding back a stuttered apology. She can’t say she didn’t mean it, or it wasn’t true, because it all was and still is. She loves Adrien, and a lot of “Adrien” has been made to please his father. She understands now why he had pouted when she’d said he was so different from Chat Noir.
She runs her fingers through his hair again with a bit more intention to the contact between them than her lazy strokes earlier. “Shortly before we started dating, I got obsessed with dating Chat Noir.”
“Oh, I remember,” he says, and a small smirk flashes across his face. Despite how insulting it ought to feel, it relaxes her. She knows he’s still here, listening, and not lost in his own head.
“I love all of you, Adrien. You are still kind and polite, and not just to make others happy. You do it because you care. And you’re silly and sometimes charming, but maybe not as often as you’d like to be. You’re Adrien and Chat Noir, you know, and I love all of it. Because I love all of you.”
His eyes finally slide back up to meet hers. “You’re Marinette and Ladybug, you know.”
Heat creeps up her neck and into her cheeks. “O-of course.”
He swings his legs down and pushes himself up to her level. “You are brave and determined and cunning and creative and honest and thoughtful and a hero.” He leans in until his face is inches from hers.
Her cheeks must be fully red now.
“Adrien, I’m not—”
“If I can be Adrien and Chat Noir, why can’t you be Ladybug and Marinette?”
“I-I am, I just—”
“Am I allowed to love all of you?”
Her tongue tingles as her anxiety mounts. Her brain sparks with all the same misfires it used to around Adrien and Catwalker alike, which is unfair since he’s being particularly impolite and invasive in this moment.
“Adrien, I—”
“You’re my lady and my purrincess,” he says, voice low like Chat Noir’s as he brushes her hair away from her face.
Marinette isn’t sure if her heart or her lungs are going to give out first, but one of them is surely about to clock out for the day and leave her high and dry.
And then he kisses her, and all of her parts call it quits—except her mouth, which seems to find its way around his just fine.
His hand slides through her hair, and his other hand finds its way to her waist. Marinette wants to stop, but she also doesn’t want to stop—ever. It occurs to her, distantly, that Adrien has once again changed the subject away from himself, but that thought is too far from this moment, from the heat of this kiss to do any good.
When he finally does pull away, there’s such a Chat-like mischief in his eyes that only makes Marinette’s blush worse.
“I love you,” he says.
She forces herself—with a fair amount of effort—to remember where they had left off their conversation. “I love all of you,” she says.
He hesitates for only a moment, long enough for her to know the weight of her promise reaches where it ought to. He answers, “Only if you’ll let me love all of you, too.”
It’s a fair trade, at least. Maybe someday Ladybug will stop feeling like a costume, like an act she puts on. Maybe someday she’ll feel worth of all of those grand adjectives. But at least today, at least for now, she’ll feel worthy of Adrien, and she hopes that someday he’ll feel worthy of himself, too.
She twists her hands into the collar of his black T-shirt and pulls him in for another kiss.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug fanfic#ml fic#adrienette#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#i think i actually sat down to read fanfic but found myself writing it before i had quite realized what i was doing#if you hold this one up to regardless of perfection and put on the magic decorder glasses#you might be able to catch a glimpse of my imposter syndrome
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MerMay Day 6 ; Midnight
Prompt By: @mossypidder
He always asked to meet you late at night, when the moon was highest in the sky.
The moon was particularly full today, bathing the cove you met in in beautiful moonlight. It sparkled off of the dark ocean water. It was cold as you swam out to the rock you always met him at, but you pushed through the chill in your body.
Quickly, you were pulling yourself up onto the stone, breathing hard as you rolled onto your back to look up at the sky. The stars were bright too, brilliant and beautiful above you. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine touching them as you reached up above you for them.
Something wet and slimy wrapped around your wrist, tugging your arm down. Your eyes widened in surprise and fear, your chest pounded.
“Hello.”
You turned your head and came eye to eye with bright yellow eyes. His tentacle released your wrist and you lowered your arm to your stomach.
“Decord.”
You breathed out his name, sitting up and looking down at him in the water. His tentacles were near invisible in the water around him, but he used one to cover his mouth as he chuckled at your fearful reaction.
“That’s not funny!”
“Oh, but it is.”
The man’s tentacle lowered into the water and he leaned against this rock, resting on his arm as he looked up at you. “You really keep coming back, hm?” Although it was a true observation, it was one that made you blush. Maybe so.
“You humans, as curious as the fry.”
“Can you blame me?”
The tip of one of his tentacles ran through his long silver hair, moving it out of his face. “No, not entirely.” He shrugged at you, his smile sharp as he maintained eye contact. His eyes were entrancing, they almost seemed to glow in the darkness.
“You still haven’t told me if there’s a way to join you in the sea.”
Decord hummed, tapping his sharp nails against the rock you were sitting on. “Why are you so insistent on joining me out here?”
“The freedom! Do anything, go anywhere. That’s..” You fell back against the rock, sighing as you looked up at the moon once more. “That’s all I want. An escape, I guess.”
“A romanticised view, my dear. The sea is nothing short of a fight for survival.”
You turned your head, but didn’t sit up again, you just opted to look at the man before you. He wasn’t lying, his face and torso visibly scarred from battles you couldn’t even begin to imagine. But instead of being fearful.
You reached out, fingertips brushing against the scars lining the side of his face. Decord’s eyes closed and he leaned into your chaste touch.
“As if you wouldn’t keep me safe, Dec.”
He exhaled into your hand, opening one eye to look at you before closing his eye again. He was just going to enjoy this moment, enjoy you and your naive love.
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from the people that brought you "haunting the narrative" and "came back wrong", here comes "came back so wrong they're haunting themself"! acquire it now, and get "doomed to bring grief everywhere they go" for free!
#ciaran rambling on#ad vitam per morte#mieran atrum#quinn atrum#amant eternel#decord harcourt#ohm ambros#<<< if lane isn't a pussy
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#....NO i am NOT a decord kisser#i wld not kiss. nope. nuh uh.#not in a million years#(lying)#i am merely looking.
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ashcore is actually mentally holding the lanes ocs like dolls and playing with them to cope with the sad hours
#not currently btw i've j been trying to word this post for weeks lmao#anyways giving them little scenarios to play through while i watch from a distance; still in tears#they ♡#decord has been making a lot more appearances lately too? lmao?#i'm admittedly only well-versed in a handful of them#maybe i'll go through old tags later so i can throw in a bigger cast...#more possibilities...
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he left the THOTS out????
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decord as noon, emil as friend, ohm as summer, and galin as earthquake
Decord - Noon
Lunch. He watches Galin chat happily across from him in the diner booth. Their fork twirling in their fingers as they go on about something they saw in the museum. The sun hot and high in the sky pierces his pale skin through the diner window. But he didn't mind it, yellow eyes focus intently on his spouse. "And then I realized!" They laugh loudly. "It's one of Emil's notebooks!! So I sent him a text and he said he and Korrie would retrieve it. Anyways can we get dessert too?" Noon and they want dessert. Decord smiles, content.
"Of course you can have dessert."
Emil - Friend
Red eyes stared down at the grave, it was old, but well taken care of. He could only stare blankly at it. How long had it been? How long had he lived for? The years blended together, blurred and gave way to hazy memories fading so quickly it made his head spin. "Emil." A soft voice. A hand slipping into his, the familiar scent of the Khaenri'ahn. "Emil." He was pulled against a chest, warm and comfortable. Familiar. "You're okay." And he felt himself crumble in Korrie's arms.
Ohm - Summer
Hot. Sticky and warm. He didn't like the heat as much as others would assume. The ice that always formed on his gloves melting and soaking through to his fingertips only to uncomfortably freeze again. Ohm watched the waterfall, kicking his legs gently in the water. It brought some reprieve to the heat. Dull lilac eyes focused on the nearby calla lilies and he reached over the pluck them. Ohm knotted them into a simple flower crown, like he and Sulien used to do. A soft smile flourished over his once stoic face. He missed him.. and gently, he placed the crown in the water before him.
Galin - Earthquake
A disaster. Their kingdom gone, old sandy buildings made of stone cracked and crumbled. They never realized this would happen, never realized what them leaving would make. The kingdom, hidden, but a ghost town. "My home.. What.." Violet eyes widened with fear, panic, worry, as they left his side to race through the streets. The shops, the homes, the fountain in the town square. Their temples and their own Palace. All of it empty and barren. A warm desert breeze blew through their hair, rustling the red locks. "It's gone.." A terrified whisper passed trembling lips as they looked to him, yellow eyes of sympathy staring back. "Everything is gone."
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Decord was never one for comfort, in fact, he sort of sucked at it. The Razvedka agent often allowing his teammates most adept at emotions to take the lead on any case where he'd have to be tactful. But that didn't mean he didn't try, he did, just in his own way.
Words of affirmation were probably his weakest love language. He could do anything and everything for you, buy you anything you wish, spend time silently by your side, and touch you as much as you wanted. But words of comfort, well, he royally struggled.
Cold fingers ran over your arm as you rested against the ghost, his free hand occupied with a book. You pushed yourself up some to look at him, yellow eyes scanning a sentence before shifting to you. "Is something wrong my prince?"
Decord pulled his arm from you so that he could slide his bookmark between the pages of his book. As you took his book to set it on the small coffee table, he figured somewhat was wrong, just hell if he knew what that might be.
"Can I lay on you? I'm not feeling too great."
He acknowledged that could mean a hundred things, but he didn't push for answers. Instead Decord laid back on the couch, opening his arms for you. "Come here, pretty boy." He whispered and you laid on his chest, relaxing as an arm came around your waist to hold you gently against him.
Decord gently ran his fingers through your hair with his free hand, chest rising and falling with subtle breaths. "I... Am here for you, mon bonheur.." The ghost's voice remained quiet, as if being too loud might set something off. But it was reassuring, as gentle as he knew how to be. Anything for you.
i would die for this man. like straight up.
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