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When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

(canon role-play blog dedicated to our favorite hero, Homelander! 'The Boys')

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#PATIENTLOVED. face it, harl. this stinks! you're a certified nutso wanted in twelve states and hopelessly in love with a psychopathic clown. at what point did my life go looney tunes? how did it happen? who's to blame?

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I am a fever dream, taboo flesh, wearing a hungry girl’s jawbone and a maggot filled ribcage.

⋆ #DELIRIUMANG3L— indie. private. selective. roleplay blog for Rebecca Philips, a fandomless, horror based oc. Destroyed by Beck (forty+. she/her. est. 2013, revamped june 2025). 25 +. No minors. No AI. Extreme and triggering themes present. Not spoiler free. Please read rules before following. ★ ﹏ credit

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Happy 4th July to our favourite boy! ❤🤍💙

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❛ you’re going to hell… sweetheart. ❜ @ofcrossrcads

“please don’t tell me you’ll be the one taking my soul in the end, it’s already suffocating having you around, let alone going with you down to hell” he steps over the corpse on the floor, the man keeps choking on the blood, clutching at his neck where the supe lasered when he smashed in through the ceiling. “at least there’s this hoping that Satan himself is gonna take my soul” he says as he walks toward the next gunman who’s opening fire on him, eyes round and wild with fear.

“you keep reminding me of going to hell but one thing you didn’t notice is that I can not die, sweetheart” he returns the nickname with sarcasm, hand reaches out to grab the man by shoulder, tossing him to the wall like a rag doll. The hostages screaming in fear and shock. Homelander rolls his eyes “what kind of sin I did in my past life to be chained with you? Could do with a little more.. sexy demon” he jabs with a snort, one of hostages stands up on shakey legs, hands clutched together on his front “H-Homelander! S-sir! Th-thank you f-for saving us!” his eyes jumping back and forth between him and the door behind and John doesn’t need a certificate or something to understand he and the rest of them are dying to get out of his sight. Probably would even say they liked those criminals more than this supe but oh well, muds are ungrateful. So it’s how it goes-

“I don’t think you are” he steps closer to the man who stumbles backward, mouth hanging open “wh-what?”

“I think I don’t like your words. Say, have to put more energy behind them. Drop to your knees and say them again!” his eyes turning a light shade of red. Lips stretching into a devilish grin.

“wh-wh-!!” before he could get any words out, his head is split in two, a bleeding hole opening in the middle, air filling with burnt skin and flesh smell. Someone screams her lungs out in the background. The sizzling sound of ‘burning’ tingles his ears and no, there’s no thrill there. It’s just a little treat Homelander allows himself after ‘saving’ people. Right! So normally he just stares numbly when the headless body hits the floor. “.. you were talking about me going to hell?” addressing the demon lady, he turns to leave. Because what are police force for? They can handle this.

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He so badly wants to roll his eyes “no thanks, seeing you does the opposite thing which is making me ‘uncomfortable’ but I can’t let company’s money be wasted on Deep ranting about how he does a fish senseless in bed so here I am!” he empties his glass, feeling more nervous now but is covered with a strange wave of comfort now that he got to jab at the doctor? Why it’s always hard for him?!

He brings his legs up after kicking his boots off, not caring if it’s an office and not his bedroom, tucking his legs under himself with pillow over his lap, there! Now he can focus better!

“so wanna talk about what makes mecomfortable.. well, for start, I like to see Ashley suffer daily. That’ pretty funny, actually. You should try that too sometimes.. well, don’t. that miserable woman should only suffer by my hand alone so yeah.. I also like um.. watching city? Is that- no you don’t get to tell me if it’s weird! Because if it is, then let me ask you what makes you comfortable! You think you’re better than me cause you’re sitting on the other side of the desk? Well you are not! And I am your boss!” his voice rising in the middle, chest going up and down frantically until he realizes he had lost the calm posture again.. God, he just had a bad day, had to stay at suite and lie down instead of sitting here.. “..can I have more water please?” his eyes flying from Emaline to the tall window, gazing at the blinking light outside. “don’t you want to give some advice now? Like ‘calm down! Take a breath!’?”

The woman sips on her tea. She does not rush him, she simply falls silent as to let him take the pace he pleases. Though as he asks for this time to be slower, she couldn't deny such a request. "Of course we can John." As she sets her tea on the table, it would be expected of her to get up and grab her pen and paper like she had before. Instead she simply rests her hands in her lap. Her eyes resting on the steam that came from her cup as though she was doing her best to recall something for the moment.

Though her concentration was interrupted by his question. "I am Doctor Emaline Carter. You may call me Dr. Carter, Dr. Emaline, or just Emaline. Whichever makes you feel most comfortable, I just ask that when you address me that you show me respect as I do to you." That last part sounded very performed or repeated often. "It brings me no surprise that Deep has a fondness. I have helped him get to a point that he would be able to visit me less. Work on his own healing journey. But that does not matter at the moment." Emaline did her best to bring the subject back to something that isn't towards the other Supes.

"So, please let me know if I am going to fast for your liking or if we need to change the subject." There was some professionalism behind her words, but her body language and tone was leaning to the way she was when he spoke to her about his killing earlier.

Emaline was open to him, willing to take as much time as needed till he was comfortable. She was going to make sure not to rush and if she did, she would bring it back and do her best to get to a pace he would like.

"John," Maybe she should take a different route than normal. "what makes you feel comfortable? If you are willing to tell me, I would like to also know what would be a good incentive for you? As for sharing something hard for you or just when you come to see me to make you feel a little better than when you arrived."

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“woah! Hey!” he swallows thickly, moving to put space netween himself and the woman in red “we haven’t talked about terms yet! I’m not selling my soul to you- it’s not- it’s not how I want it to be!” his legs feeling heavy, knees shaking “okay, look, now what I have for you is killing someone. You can trade on that, no? take enemy’s soul instead if you’re so into that!”

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“Mateo? He’s- well.. he used to be a- uh.. let’s say me and him, we met years ago on a battlefield. You know how tough it gets, boys will grow into men pretty fast and we swore to stay brothers forever. He knows more contacts than what I currently have on hand so yeah.. guess that’s pretty much what you need to know about him.. you’ll like him, I guess.” An easy smile shapes on his lips “he’s good with ladies. Now, enough chat, eat your meal and get some rest, young lady!-“

“ohh now what we have here?” a third voice interrupts him, John goes tense, feeling a bucket of cold water poured on him.

Men, three.. four of them coming out of the bushes and stepping in the light of their fire, all of them grinning when their curious eyes fall on Lenore, eyes dark with devilish thoughts. “a little family? You guys lost?” they keep coming closer and John has to do something! Now!

“stop where you are!” he’s on his feet in an instance, moving to stand in front of Lenore, shielding her from marauders “one more step and you’ll regret it! back off! Get back to whatever hole you crawled out of!” his heart ponding in his chest, hand reaches for the weapon he hid in there, just in case..

Lenore shrugged. “Not really.” The young witch said as she took a seat next to him. There really was no one. The few friends she had stopped speaking to her after the witch hysteria began, and men paid her no mind. It’s not that Lenore wanted them to, because her heart really ever belonged to one man. And he was someone she could not have. “It’s very hard to make friends when you’re known as the town witch.” Lenore had a lot of anger towards John, and it was evident by her words that she was not over it. 

Lenore thought back to her old childhood home, to her mother and father. How were they able to hide amongst people? She would never understand. “You mentioned you had a friend in France. Who is he?” Lenore turned the questions back to him. “Or she? I would like to know where you’re dragging me to.”

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“oh? Cocky too, I see. Who are you anyway?” he surveys the man, blue eyes going up and down his figure “haven’t we met before?”

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Normal au Homelander definitely owns a classic 1953 Chevrolet Corvette with red leather cushionary!

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 independent, private, fandomless original character CECELIA CAMPBELL. A study in religious trauma, girlhood and teenage trauma. Heavily influenced by E.thel C.ain.

written & loved by ash

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His eyes going round by what she says, as if she’s talking about earth stopped moving “you kidding, right?! How old genre you want to be! Years ago maybe yes, a girl would call me ‘pushy’ but these years? We’re entering a new style, Tiana! People love a boy like me!” he pouts after “but I see me coming to your home from time to time, being your actual neighbor and friend won’t be enough. Right.. how about you just say I’m not your type and we can be done?” his eyes dancing with mischievous and tease then he laughs lightly, standing up to nudge Tiana with his elbow as he arranges his old tall hat “just kidding, missy! You’re my fave girl, hm? So if you don’t wanna, then so be it!” with a wink, he places some folded bills on the table before turning around to leave.  

"i'm sure you are," tiana was quick to agree. she wasn't entirely sure how to take him. he'd been rather pushy. they hadn't known each other very long and he'd inserted himself rather quickly. she also didn't like the allusion given to little red riding hood.

"we haven't known each other that long. you tried to make a deal for my soul then... you just started showing up," there's a pause. "you do see how that could make a girl a little nervous, right?"

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Homelander makes a shooing gesture toward Maeve, rolling his eyes with a frustrated sigh “and stop teasing me! I’m you two’s captain for God’s sake!” sinking his fingers in the perfect coif of his gelled hair, he shakes his head “archer, with me. we should discuss about next mission in my own office before I send you away and no ditching this time!”

Maeve laughs, winking at the Hawk “be sure to send me her number, ‘kay?” and waves goodbye before leaving the cafeteria, now they both are alone once again “why you have such attitude?! Aren’t you a frown man? All I ask for is a little respect!” Homelander says, voice light with a teasing air.

" Oh god no, i don't do that, I'm not damn baby" he huffed rolling his eyes. "Okay Dad" he mumbles under his breathe. He was use tothis by now. He crossed his arms and raised eyebrow.. "Bitch please, Name one archer who won't miss" He retorted back. " And I do have Lucky waiting but I'll stay for misson, friend is watching her anyways". " Thank you " he grin at the other. He laughed, He only picture what Natasha would say. " I honestly have no idea, as much as i know about her she never tells me that" he said with shrug. "But If I say hand you her number, you didn't get it from me" he's all grins totally pretending Homelander was there. He let out of laugh " Awe, its okay Homelander, you will get attention soon" he teased.

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“just don’t get killed out there. Would be bad for media” he says coldly, not liking this new girl in the group. what's her deal anyway?! making his life a living hell everyday? huh, jokes on her. he's grown a tough skin working with people like her, John would like to see her try..

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“alriiiight? Does our lord know about your change of plan?” it is awkward, his fingers curl and uncurling around the sword hand like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “I was told there will be a journey? But erm.. that’s uh- that’d be just fine with me. sitting here in the castle! Yeah..” he can’t even make eye contact! He’s just staring at the cloak! “so uh.. no need for my service..?” the whole conversation feels cringe and stupid, he’s tugging on his collar and about to throw himself out of the window by any second while the figure in front of him is just.. standing!

“how about I walk you to your chamber before you send me away, master magician?” he offers politely because that’s what a humble knight does, it works perfectly for ladies.. to be honest John doesn’t know what to do but it’s still better than turning around and leaving!

It was necessary for the King's assurance for the wizard to have the company of the knight. Something that was non-negotiable. It was unfortunate for the Wizard to end up with someone so skilled, yet lacking in the mental capacity currently. The knight seemed to be in a daze or at least thinking off into another existence that he wished to be at.

The plain introduction with accompanied confusion left the Wizard silent. Was it even worth it at this point to interact with the knight. No- with Sir John. The name was very familiar besides the status that he held. Sir John was the one that outshined the rest of his comrades that not only trained with him, but went to battle. It is likely having his presence will provide inconvenience later down the road.

"Leonard..." Spoke a deep quiet voice that exited from the hood. "I suspect you do not wish to be here. I do not need your company Sir John, but I will not wave you off from following." He pauses thinking as he lifts his hands to cup them in front of himself as he continues. "I do not have plans to journey, I am only to study here till I am about to present a vision."

Already Leonard was seeing the complexity of having a second person. It makes walking difficult and entering businesses that normally treats him kindly. It was like the days they were to spend together would be a struggle.