#Azure (pressure oc)

[askmarieazure]

“WHERE’S SENIOR FLUFFBALL?!”

( @lemonliscious )

“YOU’RE SENIOR FLUFFBALL.”

“Anyways this is Fluffball Junior. They like chips and being annoying!”

Azure points to the sea bunny sitting on her head.

[coffeeforkris]

ART DUMP SINCE I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE RGRHDIKJK//...

[askmarieazure]

“STOP. That bullshit that Calypso was rambling about was TRUE???”

Oh god, yes that TV that Mr. Blake hacked is my father...

But not what you think. He was a human...

I thought I would never see him again...

My other father, yes I had two dads, he moved out with me....

I don't remember much about it...

How did he get here? How did he become a TV?....

[bubblesam06]

Racing Hearts - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x driver!reader!OC

Should I make this a series?

The sun was just beginning to rise over the glittering city of Monaco, casting a golden hue over the pristine streets and azure waters. The excitement in the air was palpable; the Monaco Grand Prix was just days away. For Charles Leclerc, Scuderia Ferrari's golden boy, this race meant more than just another chance at victory. It was his home race, a place filled with childhood memories and dreams.

This year, however, there was something different. Or rather, someone different.

Scuderia Ferrari had recently announced their latest addition to the team, a talented young driver named Elena Rossi. She had made waves in the racing world with her fearless driving style and quick wit. Hailing from Italy, her journey to Formula 1 had been nothing short of extraordinary.

Charles stood in the Ferrari garage, surrounded by the familiar scent of burning rubber and motor oil. He was adjusting his racing suit when he heard a voice behind him.

"Ready to show Monaco what Ferrari can do?"

He turned around to see Elena standing there, her dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her Ferrari cap slightly askew. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and mischief.

"Always," he replied with a grin. "You?"

"Born ready," she said with a confident smirk.

As they prepped for the practice session, Charles couldn't help but feel a strange connection to Elena. There was something about her that drew him in—her passion for racing, her unwavering confidence, and the way she seemed to understand him without words.

The roar of the engines was deafening as the cars lined up on the grid. The tension was thick, and Charles could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced over at Elena, who was in the car next to him. She gave him a nod, her face set with determination.

As the lights went out, the cars surged forward, tires screeching against the tarmac. Charles and Elena maneuvered their Ferraris with precision, weaving through the pack. The streets of Monaco were unforgiving, but they both handled the pressure with grace.

Halfway through the race, disaster struck. A collision in front of Charles forced him to swerve, losing precious seconds. Elena, seeing the opportunity, took the lead. Charles fought to regain his position, but the narrow streets made it nearly impossible.

In the final lap, Elena crossed the finish line first, securing her first victory with Ferrari. Charles followed closely behind, his disappointment quickly overshadowed by a sense of pride for his teammate.

As they climbed out of their cars, Elena ran over to Charles, her face flushed with excitement. "We did it!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.

He hugged her back, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through him. "You were amazing out there," he said, pulling back to look into her eyes.

"Thanks," she said, her voice softer now. "But I couldn't have done it without you pushing me."

Charles felt his heart skip a beat. There was something in her gaze, something that made him wonder if this connection was more than just professional.

—

Over the next few weeks, Charles and Elena grew closer. They spent hours discussing race strategies, training together, and sharing stories from their lives. Elena's laughter was infectious, and Charles found himself looking forward to every moment they spent together.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, they decided to unwind at a quiet café overlooking the harbor. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water.

"Do you ever think about what life would be like if we weren't racing?" Elena asked, sipping her espresso.

Charles looked out at the horizon, considering her question. "I can't imagine my life without it. Racing is in my blood. But sometimes… I wonder what it would be like to have something more. Someone to share it with."

Elena's eyes softened. "I know what you mean. It's hard to find someone who understands the sacrifices we make for this sport."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the unspoken connection between them growing stronger. Charles reached across the table, his hand covering hers.

"Maybe we don't have to look too far," he said quietly.

Elena's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze. There was something in his eyes that made her heart race, something that made her believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find that "something more" together.

—

As the season progressed, so did Charles and Elena's relationship. They became inseparable, their bond both on and off the track growing stronger with each passing day. Their chemistry was undeniable, and it translated into their racing. They pushed each other to be better, to reach new heights.

One evening, after a particularly intense race, Charles found himself unable to sleep. He wandered out onto the balcony of his hotel room, the cool night air doing little to calm his restless mind. He was deep in thought when he heard the sound of a door opening and closing softly.

Elena stepped out onto the balcony, her eyes finding his in the dim light. Without a word, she walked over to him, slipping her hand into his.

"Can't sleep?" she asked softly.

Charles shook his head. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"About us," he admitted. "About how much things have changed since you joined the team. How much you've changed me."

Elena looked up at him, her eyes full of emotion. "You've changed me too, Charles. You've made me believe in something more than just racing."

He turned to face her fully, his heart pounding in his chest. "I don't want to imagine my life without you, Elena. Not anymore."

She smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You don't have to. I'm not going anywhere."

In that moment, under the stars, they shared their first kiss. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the hope of a future together.

Epilogue: A New Beginning

The Monaco Grand Prix was once again upon them, but this time, Charles and Elena faced it as more than just teammates. They were partners, both on and off the track.

As they lined up on the grid, Charles glanced over at Elena, who gave him a confident smile. He knew that no matter what happened in the race, they had already won something far more important.

The lights went out, and the roar of the engines filled the air. They surged forward, racing not just for victory, but for each other.

And as they crossed the finish line, side by side, they knew that this was just the beginning of their story. A story of love, of passion, and of racing hearts.

Authors Note:

Holy smokes, I was not expecting this post to blow up like it did! Thank you so much for all the love!! 💗

[darklydeliciousdesires]

She Belonged to the Wild - A Tommy Shelby/OC One Shot Story.

So since Tommy appeared to be quite popular, I think I might add him to the rotation of male muses, besties! Here you are, little bit of smut for you all :)

Words - 1,174

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

She smelled like summer, apples and horses, all the simpler pleasures Tommy had long forgotten drew the most contentment, the longings for the wagon and the brass, the campfire and the open air supressed beneath the thirst for power. 

He was a Blinder, after all. His thirst for more was unquenchable.  

At his roots, in his blood, though, gypsy was woven into his soul with threads that glittered, and he would always be this, would always come back to this. He could never truly sever, and since her, he didn’t desire to. He found himself at her wagon more and more, riding out over his land to find her, smiling at the simplicity of viewing her there in her long skirts, gold glittering her ears and fingers, fingers that lovingly ran a brush over Patch, her beloved horse.  

Her face lit up to see him approach, turning to move the brush over Patch’s flank as he climbed down from the large, black steed he rode. “Come to seek out a little solace, hm?”  

How well she knew him. He dropped his head, a hint of a smile playing his lips as he screwed a cigarette between them, lighting up. “Something like that, Els.”  

He was a man of so few words, his face always so passive. One never knew what lurked beyond the surface of Tommy Shelby, what stirred through his depths. Except for Elsie. She knew because she was the one who stirred them. Watching the storm begin to whirl in his eyes was half the fun, the precursor to the pleasure, her gaze flitting over him as he stood and smoked, waiting for her to finish tending to Patch. 

Once she was done, she padded barefoot through the long grass, casting off her blouse and skirts, revealing herself without a hint of bashfulness to both him and the early morning sun. The dew was damp and sumptuous beneath her feet, and for Tommy, the sight of her nearing him was perhaps even more splendorous than the pink hued dawn itself.  

His wry smile was all praise. “Blimey. That fuckin' figure. You're enough to drive a man out of his mind.” 

Approaching him, she moved her mountain of wavy dresses with the sweep of her hand, reaching for him, nimble fingers beginning to undo his shirt as he shrugged his jacket off. “God put me together well, I like to think.” 

He pulled her to him, his breath hot at her neck. “Mm, god didn’t create you, sweetheart. You’re much too rare for that.” His lips pressed against the silken flesh of her neck, hands wandering up her back as she arched against him. Her nimble fingers pulled him from his clothes, a naked tumble taking them into the long grass beneath, their kisses honey dripped and fever hot.  

Looking down upon him, she relished in the sight beneath her, Tommy moving to clasp her waist and turn her onto her back, her giggle playful as the damp dew met her soft skin in a cooling press. His full lips began to scatter paths of sizzling heat over her body, head dipping as he cupped her breast, his tongue circling the pink peak until it pebbled. Those kisses lowered, her curves tended to carefully, his sensual lips settling at her sex, kissing before parting.  

He took a long, slow lick at her, the taste of her womanhood, the softness of her neat, dark curls pulling a grunt from his throat, hands spreading her wider as he lapped thirstily at her folds. His eyes found hers, shining azure beaming light from the altar where he laid his worship to all that was sacred, beautiful, ethereal, blessings given back by the divinity of her taste, the sweetness of her scent.  

Her hands tugged in his hair, hips rising against his mouth as a tide of sunshine gleamed through her, each lick firm in pressure upon her bud, his fingers moving to stroke at her, pushing within the heavenly, slick clasp of her cunt. Sparks skipped through her, flames catching at her edges as she cried out, feeling him smile against her soaking folds, his full lips wrapping to suck her with pillowy heat.  

“Tommy, please. I... oh!”  

He hummed with laughter, tongue snaking over pink, velvet petals. “I know what you want, my wild beauty. You can wait a bit longer, though.”  

“I can’t!” she gritted, whimpering when he stopped, feeling his damp lips pucker upon her inner thigh. 

He moved to level with her face, kissing her softly, gently nuzzling her nose with his. “Yeah, you bloody can. Stop complaining, alright?”  

Shaking his head at her unimpressed pout, he moved back between her legs, his tongue evoking her wails once more. The pleasure he gratified her with was sharp, digging at her bones, sweeping over her nerves like the kiss of silk, her thighs beginning to writhe against his face as he ate her rapaciously.  

He was like a man half starved, not pausing or slowing, the punch of his fingers against her soaking walls having her mewling in delight, breathless and dizzy, Tommy moving to his knees and finally, guiding what she’d craved deep into the trembling hug of her cunt. Her back arched, her mouth dropping open as the thick of him split her wide, Elsie clutching at her breasts as she watched him intently, the cool fire of his eyes burning just for her.  

The way his cock spread her had stars tingling her insides, lit up and shooting as the pleasure darted through her like a hail of comets. He speared her deep, lean body moving steadily, her hands gliding over his lithe muscles, her walls fluttering around him. He arrowed her steadily to begin with, lowering to his elbows, mouth pressing to hers with kisses of scorching desire, her nails gently raking down his back.

Speeding up, her sob of pleasure made him tingle down to his depths as he drove into her, the lewd sounds of their sex filling the air along with the morning birdsong and occasional snort from the horses grazing closer to the camp, Elsie’s wails loudening by the second.  

“Oh, oh fuck!” she cried, her teeth nipping at his neck, her body feeling molten within the heat of his forge, flames roaring as she felt it reach out and pull her into the fire. Her muscles stiffened as she crested and shattered like heirloom glass around him, Tommy driving into her until he reached the same peak of divinity, breathless atop her as he felt the sun beginning to warm his back.  

He had her once again before riding back to his house, leaving her to her day. He knew there’d be a time where he’d look out of the window and find her gone, so until that fateful morning, he enjoyed his wild beauty all he could, while he could.  

Tommy knew he’d never seek to tame her. Perhaps he wouldn’t love her quite so much if he ever could.  

[ivanttakethis]

Tov’s Thoughts

These are some of Tov’s thoughts/observations/opinions on some of her Anakt Garden classmates.

I can add to this list later if someone wants Tov’s opinions on their alnst ocs!

Himei ( @bluemoonscape )

Himei is the classmate Tov considers herself closest to.

Similar to Himei, Tov is only in Alien Stage because her guardian was kind of pressured into it. I think they would bond over that while in Anakt Garden.

Their shared love of constellations is how they first start talking.

Would probably exchange books for each other to read.

Tov’s view of love is based solely on how she observes Himei and Tallis acting toward one another.

They WILL judge you together btw.

Both Geminis 😎🤝😎

Tallis ( @bluemoonscape )

Tov only knows him through Himei.

I don’t think they’d talk much when hanging out since they’re both quiet. Himei does most of the talking but they’re happy to just listen to her.

He’s observant and she’s observant, so I’d imagine them just… observing each other, observing each other (“he looks at me and I look at him” type beat).

Tallis is really good at music composition, while Tov is definitely not. She would watch him during class to learn, but wouldn’t approach and directly ask him to teach her.

Tov clocks Tallis’s love for Himei immediately.

She likes listening to him play music, especially when he plays original pieces.

Gemini (Tov) and Sagittarius (Tallis) are compatible signs for friendship.

Moran ( @geospiral )

Tov thinks Moran is a fascinating person to observe.

She never goes to Moran for advice directly like her classmates, but she often listens to what Moran tells them.

Tov always favored science and didn’t give a second thought to matters like philosophy, though Moran makes it sound interesting (if a bit existential).

Tov appreciates Moran’s bluntness, even if others think it’s rude.

She sees Moran spiral from time to time, but Tov doesn’t think they’re close enough to ask about it.

Gemini (Tov) and Libra (Moran) have high friendship compatibility.

Azure ( @4listr )

His lack of interests and seemingly bland nature has bewitched her. She wants to know more about him.

Tov finds his blunt and short responses oddly refreshing (considering how much her guardian likes to talk).

She follows him when he sneaks off to practice singing alone (sorry Azure, you cannot escape Tov’s watchful gaze). She thinks he has a nice voice.

Once Tov finds out Azure loves looking at the stars just like she does (suggesting that he does in fact have a passion for something) she’s like, “hm! interesting!!”

Tov notices that Azure thinks a lot, but she isn’t sure about what… yet.

Gemini (Tov) and Cancer (Azure) have decent compatibility, though they would be considered an unexpected pair. I think that fits.

Flor ( @sotogalmo )

Short girl solidarity (Flor is the least intimidating person for Tov to stand near).

Tov sort of has this “instinct” of knowing Flor came from the same breeder, making them possibly related.

They would read each other’s writing for fun.

She sees Flor as a younger child than her, but she doesn’t treat her differently like others might.

Tov doesn’t mind when Flor wants to play with the silver clips in her hair. She does mind if others (except maybe Himei) try to.

Gemini (Tov) and Libra (Flor) are very compatible for friendship!

Solei ( @shakingparadigm )

Tov �� Solei (having heart issues). They talk whenever they’re in the clinic together.

As kids they would take naps together during break time.

Tov always found Solei to be a very interesting and cool person and liked being in their presence.

She would sometimes follow them around like a shadow (get it? because Solei is like the sun—).

Wants Solei to consider her a friend, but doesn’t know if they do.

Tov noticed Solei’s paranoia slowly increasing the closer they got to graduation. It troubled her, though she didn’t say anything.

Saw/heard something the night Solei disappeared. Hopes they’re okay wherever they are now.

Gemini (Tov) and Pisces (Solei) have good friendship compatibility and balance each other out.

[askmarieazure]

"THE MORE STUPID THINGS YOU DO, THE MORE YOU HAVE TO APOLOGISE FOR!"

Azure sighs again and thinks.

"First of all, stop being a jerk - that means no baby-trapping, no insults, and no manipulating."

"Second of all, be nice. Go apologise PROPERLY, offer to help WITHOUT asking for stuff in return, and listen to her when she asks for space."

She takes off a boot a smacks him on the head with it.

"Now get that in your head and go get your Calypso some flowers!"

Azure dropped from a ceiling vent and smacked Marino on the head.

"I told you to APOLOGISE! NOT WHATEVER THAT BULLSHIT WAS!"

She sighed and pinched her nose.

"Look, I am doing you, a FAVOUR. STOP MESSING THINGS UP!"

She smacked him on the head again.

"And apologising doesn't mean she has to forgive you! Frankly? That was the shittiest apology I've ever heard."

{Marino groans in pain}

"OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

{Marino looks up, he crosses his arms}

"I had to talk her down so I could apologise, she wouldn't stop crying like a toddler if I didn't..."

{Marino yelps in pain again}

"HEY STOP THAT!!"

{Marino rubs his head, he looks pissed off}

"Well how do I get back on her good side?..."

[kaifougere666]

Dont repost my work without credit and ask me first.

Hiya World, welcome to my blog!

I don't reply to dms if I don't know you. Unless it's for art trades.

Not available for commissions, stop asking :]

DNI:

(DNI image not by me)

I'm just your average edgy 15 yo teenager lol

When I grow up, I want to illustrate children books, its my dream

My alt blog for reblogging things and post things I don't post here is @kai666secretblog

I also post animations on YouTube

https://youtube.com/@KaiFougere666?si=gY90mRedpdsdCPyV

I make a lot of Canon X OC

Here are my current/main crushes

○ Fender Pinwheeler (Robots 2005)

○ Loretta Geargrinder (Robots 2005)

○ Raggedy Andy

○ Testament (Guilty Gear strive)

○ Velvet and Veneer (trolls 3)

○ Joost Klein (the only real man here)

○ Hidden Phantom, Sage Harpuia (Megaman zero)

○ Pino, Carlo, Romeo (Lies of P)

○ Periwinkle (fairly odd parents)

○ Sebastian solace (pressure)

○ Willy Wonka (catcf)

○ Frank & Len (Ruby Gloom)

○ Snufkin, Joxter, moomintroll (Moomin)

(Yes I have a tiny crush on moomin troll, but he's such a sweetheart!!!)

○ Sebastian (Stardew valley)

○ Gabriel, Jonah, Adam (tmc)

And here are my comfort characters:

○ Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker (South Park)

○ Sundrop, Moondrop (Fnaf)

○ Daisuke (Mouthwashing)

○ Cosmo, Wanda, Dev dimmadome (FOP)

○ Sophia, Vegnini (Lies of P)

○ Frank & Len (Ruby Gloom)

○ Painter (pressure)

○ Jack Walten, Rosemary Walten (Walten files)

○ Charlotte Wiltshire (hello Charlotte)

○ Joxter, Snufkin, Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden, too-ticky, moominmamma (Moomin)

○ Jonah (tmc)

○ Herb Cookie (Crk)

○ Xie Lian (TGCF)

[Xie Lian is my biggest comfort character]

My lore is edgy and don't make sense! But feel free to ask me about it :D

my OCs and main lore:

[Little lore infos]

Main lore plot

The twist before the finale

Last part before the end

The end

Here is my link on refhseet, I don't have a lot of my OCs there, but the few posted have more informations than they do here

https://refsheet.net/KaiLaFougere

Note: my lore is inspired by a lot of things and certain religions. But, these are my own characters, even though they might be similar to existing divinities they arent them. They are other persons from them ! Also, in my lore, all gods were assigned duties that they didn't choose. There are no good or bad guys here, only guys. (gals and non binary pals too but you get me)

Excpet if the duty was passed from a family member!~

Momo: 1 (main character)

Lillith: 1

Anasui: 1

Neon: 1

Tenshi: 1

Marianne (Mother of Momo) : 1, redemption arc(pt1)

Arie (Marianne's mother) : 1

Morio Amos (father of Momo) : 1

other lore: 1

The gods and the assembly :

Ayezl (goddess of ice): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Ezili (goddess of water) : 1

Solaria (goddess of the sun in the milky way) and Lunaria (goddess of the earth's moon) : s, L

Eguillati (goddess of time) : 1

Demetheria (god of nature) : 1

Cerys (Goddess of love) : 1

Supernova, étoile-Azure: 1,

Pele (goddess of earth, fire and lava) : 1

Fujinowa (goddess of the wind) : 1

Anahid (goddess of the moons of Saturn/ mum of lunaria and solaria) : 1

Devil OCs

Leviathan: 1

Belzebuth: 1

Asmodeus: 1

Satan: 1

Azazel: 1

Lucifer: 1

Hades: 1

Luccia: 1

Alexia: 1

Archangel OCs

Lantzel: 1

Anomia: 1

Azalée: 1

Gabriel : 1, 2, 3

My second lore, and the one that's the less messy in term of story:

In the heart of time/au cœur du temps: 1

[askmarieazure]

Heyo!

So, this is an ask /roleplay blog for my two ocs that I dumped into pressure. .They weren't originally pressure ocs but then I looked Sebastian & my oc Marie and went; "huh... Fish..." So then I decided why not. (Also there is so much lore heheh)

This a just for funsies!

Please feel free to interact!

(Like actually. PLS T-T)

Anyways a few things

Any actions will in white be like this.

And any speech will coloured be like "This" for Marie or "This" for Azure

Azure

Marie

Anyways a few lil guidelines

I will answer questions/asks

I or my ocs will gladly chat/interact with you or your ocs.

Please no ships between my ocs and cannon characters/ocs

I won't answer asks that are harmful or extremely rude

Please no nsfw

Keep in mind this may change

Also be forewarned I am very sporadic so yeah

:D

My main acc is @whatdaflippityfloppity

Have fun!

[coffeeforkris]

PRESSURE OC !!!! ^^

i'd type out her lore rn but i'm tired asf and can't be bothered so basically

mental issues

horrible parents

mental asylum

everyone escaped but left her out of the plan

people thought she murdered all of them

jail

Urbanshading time

experimentation

Crying

trauma

Cell

Becomes friends with an employee

Gives her an mp3 player

Only plays ymca

Doesn't care

Other people find out that employee was being a good person

she dies

someone else has to look after this bitch

Finds out her friend is dead when that person comes in

gets angry

nom nom nom

now she's chained to the floor oh no

gets forgotten when sebastian is brought in

alone

lockdown !!

listens to ymca during the lockdown

happy

Doesn't get found she's just rotting in her cell

some random person finds her while searching for shit

thinks she's dead

drags her through multiple vents

"hey sebastian do you take dead fish payment"

person leaves

Sebastian tries reading her file (which she has on her)

she gets up and tries biting sebastian

snatches her file from him

Annoyance

crawls into the vents

IDK !!!!!!!11 i put minimal detail into this !!1 (i'll make a post later about her)

(ALSO YES THE REF LOOKS LIKE COMPLEEETEEE SHIT BUT ITS NOT THE FINAL ONE I JUST NEEDED TO GET HER DESIGN ONTO A CANVAS!!)

[askmarieazure]

"FAKE JEANS???"

She looks VERY confused and VERY indignified.

"Why the fuck would I run around with fake jeans????"

"WHy the fuck do you think these are fake jeans?"

"Where the fuck would I GET fake jeans?"

HEY! THEY GOT @askmarieazure FAKE JEANS. NOBODY RUNNING IN THE FACILITY WITH THAT CRAP

[sendingstone]

This is my OC Anton's Fire Emblem: Three Houses iteration for @fe-oc-week!

His full name is Anton Baskerville, and he was sent through an Outrealm Gate to Fodlan with his friend and work partner Mary. They spent a year in Enbarr and at the School of Sorcery, eventually securing tickets to Garreg Mach thanks to "exceptional improvement" (going from no knowledge of magic to impressive skill with it).

Unfortunately, they ended up in different houses-- Mary lied and said she was a Kingdom native to be with friends, and Anton answered... semi-honestly, stating he was from Enbarr. Therefore, they were separated into the Blue Lions and Black Eagles respectively, making Anton one of few commoners in the Black Eagle House.

The version of him in the picture is during the war. The timeline he follows is a no-death Azure Wind, so he was squarely on the wrong side of it for a long time, and he felt the pressure to perform increase over time. He is a general under Hubert von Vestra's jurisdiction, his capability in all types of magic (yes, including Dark) proving very useful, as well as his mobility on horseback being even more impressive.

He misses his friends.

[out-with-the-boys]

The Dance- Chapter 09

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

Previous chapter.

The cabin of the Vought jet was quiet, save for the low, steady hum of the engines cutting through the darkening sky. Morgan sat by the window, her eyes fixed on the clouds below, but her mind was miles away, still tethered to the small cemetery and the fresh mound of earth they had just left behind.

She hadn’t expected Homelander to join her on the flight back. Not today. Not ever, really. But there he was, seated across from her, an almost too-casual posture betrayed by the sharp tension in his eyes as he watched her, like a predator toying with its prey.

“Nice funeral,” he said, breaking the silence, his voice laced with an edge of something not easily placed—sarcasm, maybe, or just his typical indifference. “Simple. Classic. I liked it.”

Morgan didn’t answer right away. Her fingers traced the edge of the seat, feeling the smooth, cool leather beneath her touch, grounding herself as she braced for whatever game he was about to play. She could feel him staring, the weight of his gaze heavy and probing. He was waiting for something—for her to crack, to fold, to do anything other than sit there and ignore him.

“I didn’t ask you to come,” she finally said, her voice quiet but firm, not looking away from the window. 

Homelander’s smile was thin and humorless. “I wanted to.” A beat passed, and then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes narrowing. “Tell me, what am I thinking right now?”

“Do we have to play this game right now?” she sighed, every ounce of exhaustion she felt in that moment dragged her down further into her seat.

Before his eyes even fully shifted from azure to crimson, she could feel the heat radiating from them. “Does it look like I’m playing?” His voice was a low, measured snarl.

Drawing in a deep breath, she sat up a little straighter in her seat and narrowed her eyes at him. He was clear that he wasn’t making light of the request, so neither would she. Typically her mental touch was undetectable by most, but she knew when to make herself known.

Without holding back anything, she delved into his mind and watched him flinch as her mind grasped onto his. Everything he had questions about regarding her and her abilities were amplified, bouncing around his brain like an echo chamber. For a moment his jaw dropped open and his eyelids fluttered, but he was quick to try and regain his composure.

“You want to know how much I’m hiding from you.” she said, her voice level and matter-of-fact. “Everybody else on the team seems to have their secrets, and you’re tired of it. Shall I go on? Or do you want to address that first?”

Homelander clenched his fists against the armrests of his seat, his leather gloves creaking under the force. The cabin felt smaller with every passing second, the pressure of unspoken truths building like the tight, recycled air. Another flurry of questions flooded his head, and there was a twinge of fear that nearly surfaced before he shoved it deep into the back of his mind. As he fought to pull himself together, there was one resounding thought that stuck out to her:

How much does she know?

“Just enough.” she answered aloud, letting him feel her grasp slip away. “Enough to know that Edgar thinks he’s playing a clever game.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, the muscles in his neck flexing as he fought to maintain composure. Morgan could see the flicker of doubt cross Homelander’s face, brief but unmistakable. She knew she was pushing him, but this was the only way to get through to him.

“What do I mean?” Morgan echoed, her tone calm, almost clinical. She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “I mean that Edgar didn’t put me here because he trusts me. He put me here because he thinks he can use me.” She paused, letting the weight of her words hang between them. “But he doesn’t know everything. Not about me. Not about you.”

“You don’t know a thing about me either.” he snapped, visibly bristling as he got to his feet. Pacing, agitated, he was reminiscent of a caged jungle cat. The metaphor wasn’t all that far off in Morgan’s mind either. Vought had bred a dangerous apex predator into captivity, and day by day, they all wondered when he’d inevitably bite the hand that fed him. 

“I’ve learned some things, and it would be no trouble to learn whatever else I want.” she said, watching him stalk up and down the small aisle of their private cabin. “Of course, I don’t like to pry where I’m not welcome.”

That sentiment was enough to make him pause. Irritated at first, she could already practically hear him telling her to get off her high horse. However, his irritation was quickly overshadowed by curiosity. 

“Edgar brought me on because he thinks I’m just a neat, little insurance policy against a man who doesn’t play by the rules.” she continued, laying out her cards on the table for him to see. “Regrettably, he found out I can use my telepathy to compel people to do whatever I wish them to.”

The implication of her words hung heavy in the air, and she saw the faint twitch at the corner of Homelander’s mouth—a reaction that was half-smirk, half-snarl. “You really think you could control me?” he asked, his voice dangerously low, almost daring her. There was an unsettling excitement in his eyes now, mingled with the anger, as if he were testing the limits of what she would admit.

Morgan leaned back in her seat, letting the cool leather cradle her as she kept her gaze steady on his. “If I wanted to, I could make you fully believe you’re a flight attendant, and send you to get me another glass of champagne right now.” she said bluntly, nodding toward the galley entrance behind him. “But I won’t. Not because I couldn’t—but because I don’t need to.

The silence that followed was sharp and electric, filled with the unspoken truths neither of them dared to fully acknowledge. For a moment, Homelander’s expression shifted—gone was the smug, unshakeable confidence, replaced by something far more dangerous: uncertainty. It was a rare thing to see him like this—unguarded, even for a moment, and she almost felt guilty for the satisfaction it gave her. Almost.

“You know what scares them?” Morgan pressed, her voice dropping to a murmur. “It’s not that you’re strong. It’s that you’re unpredictable. They thought I could be a leash. But the truth is, they can’t control me either.”

Homelander’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he absorbed her words. He was silent for a long moment, his mind racing with possibilities, calculations, and a thousand half-formed thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice edged with something that almost resembled admiration. “So what’s your play, then? If you’re not here to control me, what are you here for?”

Morgan hesitated, the words heavy on her tongue. She could feel the plane’s gentle shudder beneath her, the faint turbulence rattling them. “I’m here because I want to be. Not for Edgar, not for Vought. For me.” She met his gaze head-on, unflinching. “And maybe for you, too. Because I’m tired of the lies, Homelander. And I know that you are too.”

The tension between them crackled, a volatile mix of distrust and reluctant understanding. He didn’t respond right away, but his expression shifted—something between frustration and something softer, almost vulnerable. He didn’t trust her, not fully, but this was the first time he had felt something close to it. 

Flopping back into his seat, he leaned back, and ran hand through his hair. He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for the first time, Morgan felt like he was seeing her as more than just another tool in Vought’s arsenal. They were two people trapped in the same machine, each fighting their own battles against the invisible strings that pulled them.

“Why?” The question hung between them, loaded and dangerous. “Why are you telling me all of this now?”

Morgan hesitated, feeling the gravity of the moment, the shift in their dynamic that could never be undone. “Because I’m not like them,” she said simply. “And neither are you. Not really.”

The words were out before she could second-guess them, and she watched as he absorbed them, the anger and suspicion in his eyes giving way to something more complicated. It was the start of something fragile and dangerous that could just as easily turn against them both.

Homelander settled back into his seat, watching Morgan carefully. His gaze shifted as though weighing his next words. “You know,” he began, almost casually, “Edgar told me something interesting about you a while back. Just in passing.” He let the sentence hang, waiting to see her reaction.

Of course, Morgan already knew what had been conveyed to him, but it surprised her that he was confiding in her about it. Raising a brow, she leaned her cheek against her palm and crossed one long leg over the other. “What did he say?”

“Apparently, Vought doesn’t know how you got your powers.” His tone was laced with curiosity and even something close to admiration. “There’s no record of you anywhere prior to your application for R&D. What’s more, our in-house docs say there’s no trace of Compound V in your system either.”

“My parents did seem confused when the news about V dropped.” Morgan’s measured response didn’t give much away, but the faintest tension in her shoulders hinted at how carefully she was treading. She watched Homelander closely, her mind racing ahead, anticipating his next question.

“Does it have anything to do with that fancy piece of hardware hiding out in your skull?” he asked with a pointed look.

Before she could stop herself, she reached up and brushed her fingertips against an old scar hidden in her red tresses. “Ah, so you’ve noticed my neural regulator.” she chuckled sheepishly. “No, that’s there because of the powers.”

His eyes narrowed, tracking the subtle movement of her fingers as they brushed the scar. He seemed to zero in on it, as though the faint mark held the key to understanding her. “So it’s not the source, then,” he said, almost to himself. “But it’s doing something, isn’t it? Keeping you in check?”

Morgan nodded, her expression guarded but tinged with a reluctant honesty. “I developed my powers when I was fourteen. One day, everything was normal, and the next… I was in everyone’s head. Every thought, every lie, every hidden secret. It was constant, like a radio I couldn’t turn off.” Her voice was even, but there was a weight to her words that hinted at the toll it had taken. “The implant helps mitigate the psychic stress. Without it, I was drowning.”

Homelander leaned forward, his interest piqued in a way that felt dangerous, almost predatory. “You built that thing yourself, didn’t you? Not Vought. Not some lab tech.” He sounded almost impressed, but there was a hungry edge to it—like he was piecing together a puzzle that had evaded him until now.

Morgan nodded slowly, meeting his gaze. “The first version was crude—just something I put together in high school to dull the noise enough to function. Something I could wear when I was away from home. I couldn’t take hearing everyone’s thoughts all the time, even in a small town.” She hesitated, feeling the vulnerability of the admission but pushing through. “The one I have now is more refined, but the principle’s the same. It lets me focus. Helps me filter.”

“And without it?” He pressed, his voice dropping as his eyes fixed on hers. “What happens if you just… take it out?”

“Without it—It’s too dangerous…” she said, her tone firm but edged with a quiet dread. Memories flickered unbidden—of a time when she hadn’t yet perfected the crude prototype, when her mind had surged with unfiltered noise so intense she’d almost blacked out in the middle of town. The look of horror on her mother’s face, the unbearable clamor of every thought in a five-mile radius crashing in on her. She swallowed hard, pushing the memory back down. 

“Even in a place as small as my hometown, the noise was unbearable. But now… my range is expanding. Cities are harder. I’m always aware of it, pressing at the edges. The noise, the chaos. It’d be overwhelming.” She paused, the admission sitting heavy between them. “I don’t know what it would be like anymore, without the regulator. And I don’t know if I could handle it.”

Homelander absorbed her words, his expression flickering between fascination and something darker. There was a hunger in his eyes, a need to understand just how far her powers could go. “So you’ve never tried. Never once thought about what would happen if you just… let go.” 

It wasn’t quite a question—it was a challenge, laced with the kind of reckless curiosity that had always driven him to test limits, his own and everyone else’s. Morgan’s stomach twisted. She could see where this was going, and the thought of losing control, of experiencing that overwhelming psychic noise without the filter of her regulator, was terrifying. 

“I’ve thought about it,” she admitted quietly, her voice strained. “But it’s not about letting go—it’s about survival. Without this…” she gestured toward her head, her fingers brushing the spot where the implant rested, hidden beneath her hair. “I don’t know if I’d make it through the day. It’s not just about hearing thoughts. It’s the weight of it all, like trying to hold back a tsunami with just your bare hands.”

He studied her, the intensity of his gaze unrelenting. He leaned back, the leather of his seat creaking under his weight, his eyes never leaving hers. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How Vought thinks they can control people like us.” His voice was low, almost contemplative, a stark contrast to the challenge he’d thrown at her moments before. “We’re just in different kinds of cages.”

Morgan glanced at him, surprised by the shift in his tone. There was a rawness there. “Is that what you think this is?” she asked, gesturing between them, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Two people stuck in cages, trying to figure out who’s got it worse?”

Homelander chuckled, a short, bitter sound. “Maybe. Or maybe we’re both just trying to pretend we’ve got everything under control.” He paused, his eyes narrowing as if weighing whether to say more. There were slight glimpses of something Morgan knew for certain she wasn’t meant to see.

A boy. A young, frightened boy, burdened with the weight of the world on shoulders that were much too small to hold it on his own. Morgan blinked, the vision fading as quickly as it had come, leaving her with the uncomfortable weight of what she’d just seen. 

“We don’t have to feel so alone in it though,” she said, the words gentle, surprising even herself. “Not if we don’t want to anymore.” 

His expression flickered, caught off guard by her words. He stared at her, searching for any hint of mockery, but found none. Morgan’s eyes were steady, fixed on his in a way that unnerved him. 

“What are you suggesting?” he asked with a slight scoff, assuming that her offer came from a place of pity. He wasn’t one to be pitied, after all, he was the most powerful man in the world. Though, some broken part of him, buried deep inside, couldn't help but want to reach out and cling to what he thought she might be offering.

“Truce?”

It was a simple word, laden with so much meaning, and infused with more warmth than she had ever extended to him previously. Homelander stared at her, the word hanging in the air between them like a lifeline he hadn’t known he needed. Truce. It was just one word, but it felt monumental, like a shift in gravity. 

“A truce,” he repeated, as if testing the weight of it on his tongue. His gaze was sharp, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath. “Why? What’s in it for you?”

“I’m not saying we have to be friends, or that I’ll stop being a pain in your ass. But maybe we don’t have to be enemies, either. Not all the time.” she said with a wry grin. “If anything, the only thing I get out of this is just a little peace of mind. That’s really all I’m asking.”

His expression softened, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wanted to believe her, and maybe, just for a moment, he did. 

“A truce,” he agreed at last, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. I think I could do that.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the air between them wasn’t charged with hostility. It was tentative, fragile, but it was better than where they had been for the last few months. As they sat in the stillness of the cabin, suspended miles above the world that had shaped them, Morgan couldn’t help but feel that they were on the brink of something—dangerous, yes, but also something undeniably real. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

Song: Everybody Knows by Sigrid Author’s notes: Alright folks, now we’re cooking. I didn’t realize how much of a slow burn this was so far until somebody remarked on it. I think all of this buildup has been pretty important though, and I am so excited to write what comes next. There’s something there that wasn’t there before, and things can only go uphill (or downhill, depending on your perspective) from here!

Next chapter.

[askmarieazure]

(ooc: whoopsies, I’ll keep that in mind)

“Maybe you’re a little fishier than that picture was. I just caught a glimpse of you and made an incorrect assumption. At least you’re human sized. ”

She laughed.

“And don’t worry, they don’t send expendables down here with weapons. Just don’t anger any of the other residents and you’ll be fine.”

A person wearing an expendable uniform scrambles out a vent. Dusting herself off, she catches sight of Caspian and gasps.

“Another human?”

She runs over.

“Almost everyone I’ve met in this hellhole is a fish so it’s pretty refreshing to find an actual person.”

She chuckles and holds out a hand.

“I’m Azure, pleasure to meet you!”

(ooc: are you ok with roleplay?)

Hi. I'm not sure what you're seeing, but I guess you saw my ID instead of what I look like now. Glad to see someone who isn't trying to fulfill the 'kill on sight' order. (ooc: sure! btw the makowka picrew was just a profile picture showing what caspian looked like BEFORE the fishing.

here's a drawing I made of him. I'm currently reworking the lionfish patterns so it's bound to change.)

[ickybby]

idk how i wrote this much about one oc but here we go. some character arc development b4 i update the bio?

seree's indebted to the city of angels from birth; catapulted into the limelight when her entrance into this world is broadcast via her parent's dying reality show. seree steps further into the spotlight at the age of four; landing a coveted role on a tv show produced by one of the industry's largest entertainment networks. she became a household name overnight, stealing the hearts of millions with her performances in family-friendly movies and tv shows with the charming personality displayed on screen. as seree grew older, the pressures of fame began to take their toll. she's close to surpassing her father as the primary earner, an impressive feat considering most people can't even conceptualize the amount of wealth the rhani family hoards even before they decide to pimp out their youngest for more money. seree's caught in the hollywood machine; it's not long before she strays from the innocent character expertly crafted for her before seree can even develop her own personality. the transition from child star to teen sensation is a rocky one. that era of seree's life is marred by rebellious behavior, scandalous headlines, and obscene displays of wealth. after she loses her spot on her children's tv show, seree's mother uses her connections as a former high fashion model to give her daughter a leg up in the notorious industry. there's little shame in capitalizing on a common ideology amongst the celebrity elite; there's no such thing as bad press. soon, seree's once-promising film career began to unravel, embroiled in one controversy after another. form wild parties, to public meltdowns, her name becomes synonymous with tabloid fodder and paparazzi snapshots. as seree's star dims in the entertainment world, she finds herself at a crossroads. tired of the constant scrutiny and craving something beyond the glitz and toxic glamour of hollywood, she secretly is grateful when she gets to leave that behind. even if it's because her father threatens to cut off access to her trust fund unless she leaves the limelight long enough to get a college degree. shocking the general public, seree rhani disappears from the spotlight practically overnight. gone are the pieces of designer wear and catwalks. in a bout of determination to reclaim her life and find fulfillment outside of the spotlight, seree embarks on a path of healing, rebuilding her identity, and finding fulfillment. her journey leads her to a place completely unexpected to everyone around her; no one is more shocked than seree to discover her affinity and adoration of biology. specifically, the diversity in aquatic ecosystems. facing the scrutiny of the unforgiving public's perception of her and misogynistic ideas about her seeming so out of place in her newfound field, seree trades in the title of glorified influencer for muck boots and rubber flippers as she dives headfirst into the world of marine biology and ocean conservation. surprising everyone, including herself, she immerses herself in studying marine life, finding solace and purpose in the ocean's depths or a research laboratory. far from the flashing lights of l.a or her family's expectations, seree experiences a newfound sense of joy, even in the grittiest moments of her work. with each dive into azure waters, she finds an unfamiliar sense of peace that eluded her for so long. her past as a child actor and scandalous model still lingers in the minds of many. there would always be some journalist or everyday internet troll digging up old pictures or clips of her at her worst. seree refuses to let her messy past or strangers define her. there's more to fascinate and challenge her while embracing those newfound passions with fierce determination, inadvertently proving to herself and the world that there was always more to her than meets the eye. seree rhani finds redemption from the troubles of her former life and the shadows cast by past scandals in the depths of the sea. amidst crushing depths, the whispers and invasive questions about her past are swiftly drowned out

[ikari-cat]

15 questions tag meme

Tagged by @itstimetodrew 💚 Thanks Nat! I hope you have been doing well 🫂

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, I always figured my parents couldn't pronounce Catherine right away and it came out as Caterin so it's pronounced differently in English/Spanish.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh damn, probably two days ago, wasn't feeling too good about my circumstances still but honestly needed a good cry :')

3. Do you have kids?

Azure is me child despite being an old lady now

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

No sports, think I've mentioned in the past that I wanted to be a cheerleader in high school so that was the most I could of done!

5. Do you use sarcasm?

:^)

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm, I try not to stare at people directly at first but when I do it's definitely the way they present themselves!

7. What's your eye color?

Brown 🤎

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies 👻 can't wait for Halloween this year lol

9. Any talents?

Ah, I've come to appreciate my need in sketching out things, my internship during my last semester had me doodling with kiddos and it was great to use art as a strength in a job :)

10. Where were you born?

Somewhere in south OC in Cali 🌞 although those who follow me on insta know where exactly lol still glad I haven't moved from my birthplace still during these dark times ☁️

11. What are your hobbies?

I feel like I've been picking up reading more than drawing over the years but those two hobbies would define me the most, was attempting to collect plants but sadly a couple have passed already so not trying to invest in that lately ;^;

Been also watching novellas lately to improve my Spanish so definitely been feeling the trope of dem folks with their soaps on 📺

12. Do you have any pets?

Me daughter

13. How tall are you?

5'6 so average lol

14. Favorite subject in school?

Damn. Culinary, Biology, and Psychology were my favorites and the ones I was stuck on for a career choice and YET

15. Dream job?

I am not sure, having now graduated with PSYC, I feel like the field is not quite for me. I have no position in mind, but what I do know is that the things I'm looking for is an organization where I can clock in/out without major distress in sight and being a help to others. I'm fortunate enough for this year to rely on my brother and my partner for income support 💜 I plan to leave my assistant job soon to start anew but where I start next is debatable - I have time to figure things out tho :')

I was thinking of ending the tag here but I'll shoot ~ tagging @silversdragonemporium, @da-imaginarium, @osorezanna, @dpsisquared, and @noodle-artist

No pressure obvi 🫂 hope everyone is well ❤️‍🩹