#c;; Homelander

[legends-and-savages]

@qceensofkings sent: "So, you're the great Homelander."

Homelander looked over at the older man as he spoke. "I am." He said. "So you must be Isabelle's grandfather."

[legends-and-savages]

"I'll have a conversation with him." He said. And when Homelander had a conversation with someone they listened. But he wasn't going to tell her about his methods. They were not necessarily what she needed to know or anyone needed to know.

"Don't worry I'll make it clear." He said. Clear enough that he would be a good boy for the cameras, but nothing more then that.

@vyrulent

"Oh, I know that," Ariel said. She'd not been asking for him to keep The Deep from the ocean. In truth, Ariel thought everyone should enjoy the sea, but she hoped Homelander could keep The Deep from her. "I'd just prefer that he stay away from me. Especially when he tries to flirt... and initiate other things."

While Ariel had always known that she wanted to lose her virginity to a human rather than a merman, she knew she didn't want to do that with The Deep. He aggravated her.

"I'm not interested in him despite what the fans want to see from us."

[sehtoast]

some benlander art for kinktober <3 @cozycornerevents

full image: ao3 | twitter

[cent-scratchnsniff]

reread tiphs dialog recently. i love them lots

[teastainedprose]

How about something like Homelander at a meeting with the seven and his wife.

"Wait, wait. I thought we were meeting your wife?" The Deep bursts out, gaze flicking between the two men already within the conference room as the rest of The Seven and Ashley file in. Homelander's smile is strained at best, while Butcher? He's as stone faced as ever. This isn't exactly a spot he ever considered he'd ever be in.

"Bit of an inside joke, ya see." Butcher mutters, stepping up to where Homelander sits to grasp the supe between neck and shoulder. As he tightens his grip, the gold band on his ringer finger catches the light. "Ain't that right, luv?"

Homelander tilts his head up, catching Butcher's eye as he smiles. There's no affection in it, more a predator barring his teeth at a rival. Nothing of the interaction screams that these two are lovers in any sense of the word, let alone a happy couple introducing themselves to The Seven.

An uncomfortable silence follows as everyone else in the room watches the couple. The expressions range from incredulous to utterly baffled. Well, Noir's is blank on account of his mask.

"Homelander- Are you gay?" The Deep sputters out, face pinched in clear confusion as his eyes flick between the two men. "No, you fucking-" A-Train cuts himself off, then takes a breath. "He's bi, like Maeve was." His attention shifts back to Butcher, "Aren't you trying to kill all of us?" Butcher inclines his head, white teeth flashing as he smirks but before he can spit out some British wit The Deep cuts in. "Maeve was bi!?" The Deep's eyebrows jumping up as he turns to stare at A-Train. He leans closer, voice a conspirital whisper. "I thought she was like- A lesbian, ya know?" Homelander has to take a steading breath, squelching the urge to lean over and casually crush The Deep's windpipe. "Boys, boys- Just, stop." Homelander raises a hand to cut off any further conversation as he sighs. He has to take a moment, eyes closing as he rubs at the bridge of his nose. Butcher's hand on his shoulder seems to be half to restrain him and half to keep the supe anchored. "Just- Uh. Don't worry about the labels and yes, we were enemies but- Let's just say we've worked it out."

"Okay, great. Fantastic!", Ashley chirps out in faux cheerfulness while trying not to love her absolute shit. Her mind is spinning with the sheer PR nightmare of introducing the world to the fact that Homelander, Christian ideal supe that he is happens to be a bisexual man and now married to a pardoned terrorist.

[legends-and-savages]

@vyrulent sent: “i think i’m pregnant.” (For Homelander from Ariel)

“there’s no way i can be pregnant” :unexpected pregnancy prompts.| Accepting

Homelander paused and looked over at her. Not sure he had heard her right. "Well that's unexpected."

[legends-and-savages]

"That is above what they tell me." He said. He could get the answer out of Ashley if he really wanted, but he was assuming that it was just to get the Avengers in their debt and owing them a favor. Besides the public loved the Seven to start with, and this would just make them better.

He knew that Steve knew about the darker things they had done, but it was going to be fine. It wasn't like Captain America was going to out them or not. "But if you don't want it then we can go, and I'll tell the other teams the same." A shrug from him.

@captainrogers-thepatriot

He was surprised by this answer. There definitely

They certainly could use the help. Half the universe was gone. The Avengers had a plan to get them a second chance at fighting Thanos, but it was still a long shot. He wasnt completely sure they would be able to defeat him in their next battle. He was so afraid to fail everyone again, to fail the people he had sworn to protect.

"What's the catch? You help us and what does Vought want in return?"

He didn't trust them, because he knew that Vought and the Seven did things alot differently then his team did. They killed and took advantage of innocent people. Steve felt they killed who they wanted and didn't care about the people they served.

[diabolica45]

Chapter 2 of Ashlander Fic!!

More nasty for y'all! Not a recent work but I thought u might like >:) (I have another one in the works but I got so bad at writing smut that I gave up 😅)

Chapter 2: Make Me Behave (Like An Animal)

Summary:

I'm asking nicely - give me what I want. I'll ask politely : Give Me What I Want.

Notes:

Homelander rewards obedience, no matter who it comes from.

Homelander left from his place behind Ashley, pointing a finger at her in a wordless command: "Stay". He walked to the windows, drawing the blinds and throwing the room into darkness. The absence of the sun prickled her skin like gooseflesh and she watched, lips parted, as Homelander floated through the room to close all the blinds - and gasped at the dull click the doorknob gave when he locked the door. He turned smoothly to face her and, catching the hint of blush rising up her neck, he grinned - and flashed his lasers playfully at her, chuckling darkly when she gasped and hid behind her hair.

"Oh, relax, Ashley," he huffed, as though put out by her fear. He breezed over to her, feet pointed gracefully as he hovered through the air, then settling solidly onto them, placing his hands on her hips, flexing his fingers into the meat of her ass. He pressed, a little too hard, and Ashley felt the blooming of bruises sprout beneath his fingers. When this was over, she thought, she'd have a tangible memory of his hands on her skin, marking her from the inside out. Staining her. Defiling her.

But was it so bad, she thought, emitting a pained groan when he pressed harder, to be touched by him? To be marked - to be chosen? Ashley knew she wasn't stupid - before Homelander's reign, one actually had to be competent to survive Vought Headquarters. She remembered saving departments from collapse, redirecting meetings that had gone awry, the number of times Madelynn had professed her thanks for her help in pulling the company out of so many nosedives it was impossible to count... It had never amounted to a promotion - the bitch had had to die in order for her to get that, she thought bitterly - but the point still remained. Homelander had to have known she wasn't an idiot - or, at least, not as stupid as the rest of the mudpeople around her - right? What else could it mean, except that he'd found her to be a cut above the rest, that he'd chosen her in this way, above all the others? Homelander delivered a hearty smack! to her ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hand. The sound reverberated off the walls, and Ashley put a hand to her mouth, stuffing down a yelp.

As if pulling straight from her mind, Homelander spoke, subtly undulating his hips into her and sweeping her hair to the side to gain access to her neck. He placed his hand there, wrapping around from behind, his fingertips meeting at the front. Ashley felt herself grow hot, then dizzy, the constriction of oxygen making her head fizz like a shaken soda can. Airflow thinned, she struggled, but did not move her hands to stop him. He grunted appreciatively, and loosened his grip, letting her gasp. Her face cooled with the shuddering intake of breath.

"You know, Ashley... you're not like everybody else here at Vought." Homelander paused to push his hips into her, letting her feel the imprint of his shaft through her silk pants, which clung to her skin where the wetness had seeped through. He sighed melodramatically, and traced down her back - and suddenly, the low drone of his lasers sounded behind her, like a swarm of wasps. She gaped at the twin red beams that reflected on the glass, whipped her head around. Homelander shoved her face into the table, the crack of the impact loud in her ears. The lasers sounded again - and she held her breath as he burned the threads of her shirt to ash, the fabric falling from her body and fluttering onto the table. He ghosted across the exposed, milky expanse of her back with his finger. She shivered.

"Everyone else... they're scared, yes... Some people are better at hiding it than others - but they do fear me,"  he said, voice growing darker. He nudged into her again, insistent, and leaned down to press his chest into her back, the fabric rubbing against her skin. This time, she couldn't contain the cry that burst from her lips; he'd hooked his fingers underneath her waistband, and stripped her of her pants in one fluid motion, letting them puddle at her feet.

"But you... you're special. You understand my power... and the peril of your reality... on a more... primordial... level than they do. Don't you?" He snapped the waistband of her panties, grinded slowly into her ass. 

"You're the only one here... who seems grasp the danger you're all in. Madelynn thought she could control me, Edgar thinks he's my equal..." he spat, temper rising. Ashley froze, feeling his hands tighten around her. He calmed himself, brought his voice back to that dangerous, honeyed whisper - this time, right at her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe, the points of his canines dagger sharp.

"You're the only one.. who understands what I'm truly capable of."

He brought his hand between her legs, peeling her panties to the side, and stroked her there, the pads of his fingers ribbed against her. She hiccupped. 

"Isn't that right, Ashley."

"Yes, Sir."

"But it's not so bad, is it? I'm not so bad... am I?" Homelander pouted, pressing onto her fully, and laying his face on the table to meet her gaze. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. 

"I chose you," he said simply, "because you understand. Perhaps the rest of your mind... leaves much to be desired," he grimaced, wiping his hands clean from the memory of her hair on his glove, "But in this regard, your knowledge is boundless. This is the only thing you need to know. And you do know it."

He snaked a hand up to cup her breast, weighing it in his palm and rolling her nipple. Ashley groaned, and Homelander inhaled, chasing the sound as it weaved through the air. In the dark shade of the office, the shadows played across his face as he closed his eyes, leaning in to send a hot puff of air from his nose into her face, wafting her hair. Homelander groaned, and rolled his hips into her, growling when she pulsed in response. 

"But Ashley, surely you must know of my benevolence. My grace?" Ashley nodded vigorously, her breath clouding the table. 

"Yes, Sir! Of course! You're - you're so gracious. T-thank you! For - for..." Homelander smirked, waiting to see what she'd come up with, toying with her clit and pinching her nipple now.

"For..." Ashley racked her brain, until the thought came to her, and she fought back a roll of nausea when she realized what he wanted.

"For... instructing me," she began slowly, disgust and arousal swirling in a heinous waltz within her gut. "For... for... correcting me. For training me. Sir." the words clawed her throat on the way out; the mortification scalding her face. The demeaning sentence lingered in the air, and Ashley felt the desperate quaking of her body rattle the table as another thought confronted her - the thought of just how true those words were, and just how much she meant them. 

"Mmm..." Homelander rumbled, sliding his hands up and down her back, and - she had to have imagined it - kissing her, the light press of his lips against her shoulder blade like a shock to the heart.

"You do understand," he murmured lowly, rubbing his face against her back. The air around them warmed, and Ashley's heart kicked into overdrive, thudding against the table.

I understand. I understand.

As soon as the moment had started, though, it ended, with another firm crack! of Homelander's hand against her ass. Ashley shrieked - and a gloved hand chased the sound back into her body, fingers splayed across her face.

"Shh..." he warned her, shifting her into a new position, hovering a few feet in the air, bringing her hips with him. Ashley gawked at the exposure of the pose, and buried her face in her hands.

"But, back to what I was saying," Homelander continued. "I am benevolent. I am gracious. And I do... reward obedience." He took one hand from her hips, and used it to fold her arm neatly behind her back, effectively trapping her in place. The room bore now a weighted quality, the very air charged as the quiet whisper of his zipper permeated the space.

"And you... have been a very... very... good... girl, Ashley," he breathed - and he sunk into her, parting her slowly, until the fabric of his suit lay flush against her ass.

Ashley's mouth fell open, the stretch of his intrusion bringing stars to her eyes as she scrabbled against the table with sweaty palms. He guided her movements, leaving no room for additional ones on her part; he simply rocked her hips in his hands, slowly, methodically, bringing his own to meet her with the tender kiss of his hipbones. He brushed her cervix with each half thrust, never leaving her fully - just the partial sensation of his exit, and then that overwhelming fullness as he seated himself inside her completely.

He released her arm - though she didn't move it, even as pins and needles erupted in her nerves - and returned to her clit, swirling it with his middle finger, touch feather-light. 

"All day long," he sighed, the slow torture of his rocking making her tear up, "you run around, fetching my drinks, following my orders... 'Yes, Homelander,' this, and 'Of course, Sir', that..."

"This little stunt with your assistant... it shows me just how little appreciation I've expressed for your efforts. That isn't who you are, is it? A mean boss lady, punching down on her subordinates?"

"No," he answered himself, bringing the pace of his movements to a crawl, "this was just a ploy for my attention. What else would cause my poor Ashley to malfunction, except for neglect?"

"But you won't do this again, will you?" Homelander asked, voice colored with dull amusement.

Ashley gasped; he'd brushed against that spot that made her legs wobble, and her head swam as she attempted to answer him - and stop the unthinking movement of her hips as she backed against him in a plea for more stimulation.

"No, Sir," she breathed, letting out the breath she'd been holding - when he rewarded her efforts with a single sharp thrust. He returned to his leisurely pace.

"I know," Homelander said condescendingly, kneading her ass again. "But what is it that psychologists are always saying? About positive reinforcement being more effective in the long run?"

He leaned in close, depositing her back onto the table and following her down, his nose skimming her cheek.

"You don't need to act out... Not when you've been so good, so obedient, for so long..." he praised her, pulling out of her fully and then slamming back inside. Ashley let out a stuttered moan, her half lidded eyes revealing only whites.

"It's only right that I reward you for that."

It was then that he drove into her harshly, demandingly; he snatched up her arm again, holding it against her back as he snapped his hips against hers. The table shook with his movements, and in his fervor, Ashley could see that a bead of sweat was forming at his hairline. The visual - him, fucking her to the point of exertion - made her ache, and she dropped her head fully onto the table, allowing herself to rock into his thrusts, the force wiping her mind of thought.

Time folded in on itself as Homelander ruined her from the inside out, twitching up against her in a way that made her throat close; he felt her quiver around him and let out of growl of a chuckle, lifting her off the table entirely, and pressing her snug against his body, wrapping his arms around her and working her up and down his length. With each time he seated her fully onto him, she felt a reservation within her crumble, the loud, wet, smack of their union loud as thunder.

Her self-respect.

Smack.

Gone.

Her dominant façade.

Smack.

Gone. 

Her will to fight...

Homelander doubled his pace then, his intensity burning thorough her like V; he folded in on her, enveloping her in the cage of his arms - and she could feel herself beginning to crest, the air around her sparking as though charged... when the insistent sound of her phone rang out, muffled by her pants. The rules for these meetings were always clear: She was to provide him with her undivided attention. She was to appease and obey him. Above all, though, was she to turn off her phone before, during, and after. The phone rang again, the delicate chime making Ashley's stomach churn.

At once, Homelander stopped; Ashley couldn't see, but the muscles in his face twitched. He drew himself out of her slowly, the sound like a snake's hiss.

The phone continued ringing. Homelander slapped her ass, lightly. "Shouldn't you get that?" he asked.

A low gurgle of dread bubbled in her stomach - but it would be that much worse to have defied him twice now. She shakily reached for her phone, bringing it to her ear and clearing her throat.

"Hello?" she rasped.

"Ashley?" the voice answered - behind her, Homelander let out a guffaw, and she frantically muted the phone. She looked back at him, imploringly. He pressed his fingers to his lips, eyes dancing with mischief.

"I have your order from... from Sweet Green," the other Ashley continued, words faltering as she recalled Ashley's tirade from earlier. "Your... Rad Thai? But your door is locked - should I come to you?"

Homelander was pressing the tip of his shaft against her folds, guiding himself in, that drawing out, snickering as Ashley panicked, and took both of her hands behind her back this time; she'd tried to mute the phone again.

"NO! I mean, no. That won't be necessary. I'm actually... not hungry anymore. You can have it!"

"Ashley?" her assistant sounded concerned. 

"Take the fucking Sweeet Green, Ashley!" Ashley spat, forgetting herself in her worry. Homelander tutted disapprovingly; she looked behind her, to see him shake his head in mock disappointment.

"Wing of moth" he mouthed. He slid in fully now, tip rested firmly within her. Ashley gasped.

"What I meant was..." she screwed her face up in displeasure at the taste of the words that lingered in her mouth, "I'm sorry. For earlier."

A gasp on the other line. Ashley knotted her hands into fists behind her back, and Homelander chuckled at her impotent rage, fucking into her firmly, each thrust like a heartbeat.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Ashley. I... I'm very lucky to have you as my assistant."

A clatter - the other Ashley must have dropped the phone. She quickly retrieved it, expressing her breathy thanks, the words doing nothing to distract from the way Homelander was slowly but surely ramping up in intensity, rolling her clit under his finger, mouthing against her neck. At the sound of his gruff moan, the assistant gave pause, a stutter in her voice.

"Um... Ashley?" she questioned, voice edgy.

"Nope," Homelander answered easily, rocking his hips into Ashley, and throwing a salacious wink her way. Ashley's eyes fluttered closed. This was it, then. The end of her career. Of course, she wouldn't be fired - but her assistant would doubtless spread this piece of news all around Vought, until there was no-one who wouldn't know exactly what a "meeting with Homelander" entailed in her case.

For a moment, as the idea washed over her, it almost seemed peaceful. She could stop pretending she held any degree of authority. She could stop playing the girl boss. Work would almost be a vacation; nothing she ever did seemed to matter anyway. At least the cognitive dissonance would be gone, with the uncovering of this ugly truth.

Homelander continued on, voice smooth as oil. "Ashley here was actually in a meeting with me, discussing your performance - and I have to say, I'm very impressed. What would you say to being offered the position of, oh, I don't know - Executive Assistant?" Ashley gaped, her brow furrowed in rage. She'd been holding that position over Ashley's head for months, planning on offering it next year! Homelander grinned at her furious expression, and fucked into her harder.

"Oh my God! Yes! Of course! Thank you, Homelander! Thank you, Ashley! I can't believe this - I have to call my mother. But thank you, yes! I'll take it!"

Homelander offered her some vague congratulation, and ended the call, bringing the two of them back into the heated landscape they'd emerged from. Homelander deliberated for a second, and then came the searing heat from his lasers, turning Ashley's phone into a clump of molten metal. Ashley jumped.

"This is why... I say 'No phones'," he said patiently, rocking into her again. "I bet the other Ashley would have listened."

Nonplussed, he drew out of her once more, this time laying her on the cold linoleum and chasing after her, blanketing her with his body. Bringing a leg up to his shoulder, he buried himself within her, teeth at her neck. The sharp jabs of his hips, and then, later, the feel of his hand around her neck, and the vulgar whispering of his voice in her ear proved to be too much for Ashley; she felt herself clench around him, her leg spasming as he curled his hand around her ankle, fucking her into catatonia, his lips hot on her pulse. It was only until she felt him give a few great thrusts, then pulse within her, that he ceased, and slowly exited her one final time, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He looked at her as though to pay her a compliment - Ashley leaned in, eager - but he changed his mind with a soft shake of his head.

Rising to his feet, he tucked himself back into his suit, and stretched dramatically. "We only have the room for... about 10 more minutes, and I gotta scoot, so." he walked over to the window, raising the blinds and opening it. He gave her one last look, an unreadable expression on his face, before he said, "You know... you really are very pretty, for a human," - then zapped her pants - her last remaining article of clothing - into fine powder, and flew away.

[aerospectrum]

@homelander-rp-blog asked: [CLEAN] The sender showers for hours, refusing to step out. Scrubbing Off the Trauma : : OPEN

He's waited outside the shower ever since John first climbed in and shouted at him to get the hell out and leave him alone. The fear and worry over him never dissipated, not even when he shoved him away and slammed the door in his face.

He's determined to wait him out, to be there for the man no matter what. When minutes turn to an hour and then that turns into two more hours Castiel can't wait him out any longer. "Look... i, i know... I know you're really upset in there." he speaks softly, not wanting to worsen things. "I know I can't... understand fully what you're going through--but you have to come out now, you... need to know you're ok here, you're safe here, with me." he nudges the door open and pads slowly across the damp floor and pushes the curtain to the side and climbs into the tub well with him. "I really care about you, John-- you're scaring me.. let me help you, let me be here for you. You don't have to face this alone, I'm right here." he cups John's face gently and pleads for the man to hear him. "Please John..."

[legends-and-savages]

A shrug from him. "I don't even know so I wouldn't have an opinion one way or another." He said. When he had been younger sure he'd had casual clothes, but the moment they put him in the suit that was all he had.

"I don't know if it's a great collection, but it is certainly a good one." He said. "Come on I'll take you."

Isabelle hums in response with a nod, "I would imagine street clothes might be a little more comfortable. I'm a sucker for sweats when I'm not doing anything."

She pauses briefly when she hears someone in the hall, trying to identify and confirm it's not her grandfather. She has no interest in being scolded for her hobby, "Oof, if you have that great of a collection I might just crash here."

[pynkhues]

Anon from earlier about Sam's family. Thanks for letting me know that tribe was an offensive term for the Aboriginal people. I'm not Australian and didn't know. I apologize. And yes, people were using that term on twitter when talking about it. It's all in very bad faith.

(x)

You're very welcome, anon, and I appreciate the acknowledgement. I figured it was probably the terminology being used, and you just didn't know, but it's really kind of you to own it, apologise and be open to learning.

I'm kind of a bit lucky in this sense, because I have a few Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander friends from across different Nations, and I work with a lot of First Nations people in different capacities (actors, writers and artists at the theatre company, of course, but one of my areas of specialisation as a freelance writer is in people-related safety, so I have a - - mm, I don't want to say expertise, because I think this is a space you're always learning in, but perhaps an area of qualification (?) in writing about child safety, gender-based safety in the workplace, and racial and cultural safety, particularly with First Nations people, in which I usually work with Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples to develop documents on what helps them to feel safe in different contexts. I've written these sorts of things for schools, health services and arts venues, so I have a lot of conversations with people in different capacities too. I'm also on the theatre I work at's Reconciliation Action Working Group, so yes! Having a lot of robust conversations every day, haha).

But yeah. It's quite telling to me that someone would stress a level of 'care' over what happened to those First Nations people while using a term that many Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples would consider a slur. To do that level of research into a family Sam could possibly be related to, and then to weaponise a community while calling that community something they'd find derogatory just makes it beyond obvious what the intentions behind it are. It would take two minutes to look up any of the many, many guides that exist about this, but those communities aren't who they actually care about. They're just grist for the mill.

[doctahchang]

okay class i may not know lots of context of the american history but isn't it an insane thing to say to a native american character

[chaigirly]

Homelander

It’s the way you walk, the way you talk

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“Oh cmon Y/N,” Homelander smirks, following you as you walk away from him. “I can give you anything you want, I’ll give you the world if you asked for it.”

He moves in front of you, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back of your hand while staring into your eyes with a smug look on his face.

You rip your hand away from him and cross your arms, your hip jutting out to the side.

“What about money?” You ask.

“I’ll give you a bank,” he replies confidently.

“Well go on then,” you say, gesturing to him to go get you what you wanted.

His expression turns more cocky as he zooms off and returns with more money than anyone could ever need.

“Done,” he says as he hands you the money.

You look down at the money, an unimpressed look on your face while counting how much money it was.

“Thanks,” you say flatly, turning away from him to walk away again.

He blinks for a moment before following you again.

“Oh cmon sweet thing, don’t I get something in return?” He smirks, that cocky look still on his face. “Maybe a kiss?”

Your face scrunches up in a disgusted expression before saying, “ew no.”

You walk faster away from him, shoving the money into all your pockets as he watches you walk away.

Damn she’s feisty…I like that he thinks, his smirk growing as he continues following you like an obsessed stalker.

[legends-and-savages]

@qceensofkings sent: “I don’t need your permission.” (To Homelander from Isa)

"I am aware." He said. "I wasn't going to stand in your way." He said. "Could offer to help if you want, but I'm sure you've got it."

[legends-and-savages]

"Ah." He said. It made sense that she would be involved with something like that. He didn't often pay attention to what other companies did around the holidays, but he knew that Disney did something like that every year.

"I'm sure it's much the same." He said. "Parties where we mingle with all of the employees and the donors." He said with a small shrug. So he was pretty sure that it was pretty much like hers or any other party like it.

“Yes. It will be here. I’ll probably sing in the parade,” her eyes sparkled at the idea of being able to belt out a song that wasn’t from her own movie. While she loved the song that had put her on the map, it was nice to be able to sing something different.

Disney had Christmas parties, but they could be rather stuffy. Especially when it came to the rules that the princesses had to abide by.

“What’s a Vought Christmas like? Disney was fun for the first few years. Now it’s just the same thing every year.”

[strictlycanon]

"I have a gig for you" (For your V! @homelander-rp-blog I always wanted to write something for Cyberpunk au in front of V! <3)

[ 📱 ]

After the death of Jackie and getting a death sentence pretty much. V had a lot on their mind. Too many bad things had happened right after the other. But there was a chance that V could get fixed up at least. Time will tell.

V was pulled from their thoughts as John spoke up. They were really thankful for John telling them that. It would give them something to do. It was the distraction V needed.

"Yeah, alright. Let's hear it."

@homelander-rp-blog