#homelan

[night-market-if]

i just wanted to let you know that i cried at the Caliban story and i'm staring at the wall thinking of him for a long time now. i loved him since the beginning and even wished i could romance him. knowing this now i love him more and want to protect this man, i see a lot of myself in him. so yeah, just wanted to say this

I promise you, there is more Caliban to come. I will not just leave his story line unended like that. I am unsure how much he will appear again in the Night Market because he is off doing bigger things, but I will eventually write his story. To anyone that backed my Kickstarter, you all should be getting a little snippet of what I want to write of him.

[davidfield]

Wireguard with Netmaker VPN

If you've ever wanted to set up a #wireguard mesh network then #netmaker might be for you. I've written up a blog post here: https://tech.davidfield.co.uk/2023/03/25/netmaker-wireguard-mesh-vpn/ which shows how to do this.

There is also included in this some work I'm doing with #tailscale which might help resolve part of my ask.

[devilander]

homelander x original female character

A young, newly presented Homelander met Posey Eldridge-Mercier, talented Music student, and was instantly besotted. Connecting over trauma and shared passions, Homelander and Posey thrived in the chaos of their romance—until Vought's interference led them bitterly astray.

Thirteen years later, they meet again; and perhaps what they say is true. No matter how brutal, what you love is your fate.

"There is no democracy in any love relation: only mercy." Gillian Rose

see ao3 for more

After Posey, music lost its place in his life. 

He could still hear it, though. Phantom pain. What those sad, pathetic cripples say they felt—pain in limbs no longer attached, no longer existent. Just like Posey—no more than a phantom, a minutiae of frilly moments he'd all but forgotten. Yet, the music, the intensity of the piano (Rachmaninoff, no?), the fragility of the violin (Dvořák, right?), her dainty fingers both precise and firm; he could still hear it, now and then, as if being suddenly transported to the past. 

He couldn't fucking stand it. 

It was an unspoken rule for those at Vought Tower—from the miserable little ants to Maeve—that certain... tunes were forbidden, unless they wished for him to break their legs. Even humming, if Homelander was in a particularly foul mood, could make him snap. It had happened what, four? Seven? A dozen times? he mused, clenching his fists, a painful smile stretching his face as he listened to random investors, whose names he'd already forgotten, prattle on and on—stock prices, the company's EBITDA, ripples of rising interest. 

A rehearsed act, one he'd mastered many years ago, but grating all the same, to stand still and pretend he actually gave a shit. And the fucking music—

It was a special gala. A celebration of Vought's anniversary; an excuse for networking while booze flowed freely. The New York Philharmonic had been hired, and as the conductor took to the stage, everyone present went back to their seats. Homelander was considering leaving the event entirely—to hell with those cocksuckers—when he noticed it. As the violinists started, intensely, poignant, after the grave sounds of cellos and double basses, one sway of hands in particular called to his memory. 

Even as his eyes took her in, he couldn't believe it. It was like being doused in freezing water (oh, and he was familiar with the feeling, Vogelbaum eager to test his limits, watching calmly as water filled his lungs without killing him). And when Posey's eyes, relaxed and focused, for a brief second found his, he was certain he wouldn't, or couldn't, breathe again. The fucking nerve, how dare she? He was ensnared by his rage. 

He could do it right now, laser her into oblivion as he had done with Madelyn. He could get on the stage, grab her by the neck and—what? Snap it? Have his way with her, in front of all to see? No, no, that would cause quite a scene. He could be patient, wait for the presentation to end while he pondered on what he'd do as soon as he got his hands on Posey once again. Privately, after so long. 

keep reading on ao3!

[tearueful]

You know I gotta send you the big boy Homelander for the character ask game

I mean, OF COURSE. My dumpster fire of a man.

Sexuality Headcanon: I want to say Homelander is somewhere on the asexual spectrum because he shows zero sexual interest until someone shows interest in him first. I really don't think he's allosexual. Demi? Maaybbee?? I can see his connections happening hard and fast due to his sheer thirst for intimacy.

Gender Headcanon: This bitch is so CIS male it hurts.

A ship I have with said character: Yes. Given that there's no one in canon I think Homelander CAN fit with in a healthy way, I don't have any OTPs for him. (OTP is me and Homelander obv) If you give me a Homelander ship and it's good content, I will CONSUME said content.

A BROTP I have with said character: Homelander and Noir were besties, even if Noir was his handler for a while there. HE FUCKED THAT UP. Homelander has an awkward friendship with The Deep. The Deep is growing on Homelander like mold.

A NOTP I have with said character: Homelander x Stillwell, just because the Diobolical implications that she's been sexually harassing and manipulating Homelander since he was at least 18. Granted there are PLENTY of scenes where I think "GODS I WISH THAT WERE ME" but- Yeh. I'll probably STILL enjoy all the content as he's a 40 something year old man and she's dead now ANYWAY.

A random headcanon: Homelander has no shame. The man has been monitored since he was a child. This dude never got dressed alone and probably had every bowel movement charted. He's been watched doing everything and anything with no privacy so the concept of shame has never registered to him. He jacked off on a skyscraper. He'll fuck in an alleyway next to a corpse and be loud while doing it. He lounges nude in his penthouse that has NO FUCKING DOORS anyway. Excited boner in front of his secretary? Homelander doesn't care. IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF YOU, ASHLEY. 'Normal' people probably register as pets to him and who has shame walking about nude in front of their dog? Not Homelander, that's for sure. Maybe he has a little more decorum around other supes, but that's it.

General Opinion over said character: I went in to The Boys thinking I would HATE this motherfucker because he has done HORRIBLE things. I READ THE WIKI ON HIM BEFORE STARTING THE SHOW. Buut each scene just made me like Homelander more and more. He's so fucking pathetic and insecure and stupid and hot and HIS FANGS. DEAR LORD. He's so terrible, I love him. Antony Star plays him SO WELL. But really, he's a delightfully well written villain who has a HORRIBLY fucked up back story and COULD be the perfect hero if he wasn't being handled by THE SYMBOLISM OF CAPITALISM MADE MANIFEST. I usually don't think, "I can fix him" with bad guys but MAN. Depower the bastard and put him in therapy. JOHN CAN BE GOOD, I KNOW IT.

[prosperity-post]

We know Grandmother Ravi was on Ulgrotha during New Phyrexia's Invasion of the Multiverse, but where was Baron Sengir? In fact, where's he been since stepping through the Dwarven Gate ages ago?

What do you think happened to Irini Sengir and Veldrane? The child-like vampiric Dwarven princess was turned by Sengir and driven mad. Last seen, Irini was awaiting her chance to get Ihsan's Shade alone and drive him just as mad. Veldrane was the best hunter of Sengir and was in servitude to the Baron, bringing victims back to his master or acting as courier between Sengir and his allies. Was he turned by the Baron or did he become something else?

What is known of Baron Sengir is that, at some point, he visited the plane of Dominaria. Kazarov, a pureblood aristocrat of Sengir lineage, and Verrak, a warped Sengir, are proof of the Baron's visit. Though both are quite dangerous, Kazarov is able to put on an air of civility compared to Verrak, who is as crazed and thirsty as the elder Sengir is sociable.

[smallcurio]

Home Lane

[hama-cr0w]

The Homelander 😈

[lilwayo]

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[patelraj88]

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[apas-95]

during the JDPON, all US residents will be granted the right to be relocated to Benelux and culturally reintegrated to their ancestral homelan

[occoris]

The tribe whose land I grew up on (Nisenan) are fundraising to buy 232 acres of their land back!

[blaacknoir]

Domaystic 1 - Morning routines

@cozycornerevents

You wake up in a panic. You're in an unfamiliar place, an unfamiliar bed. There's a blur of motion as you stand up, and you realize you're surrounded. You reach to the nightstand for your knife, and your heart drops when you realize it's not there.

Wait. No. That's not right.

You look around, slowing yourself down enough to *see* where you are. The men surrounding you look around too.

Oh. Right.

You're in the Homelaner's apartment, not surrounded by anything except his mirrors and your own reflection. Your knife wasn't on the nightstand because it wasn't *your* nightstand. Your heart begins to slow down to something approximating normal, but you're still breathing hard.

You stayed the night last night.

You begin your calm breathing just as the Homelander pokes his head out of his bathroom. He's nude. There's a razor in his hand and shaving cream on half his face, and he's giving you a look that you can't interpret.

"Noir? You okay pal?"

You look at him, still a little confused. You'd never considered that he even *needed* to shave. You nod mutely, then lift a finger to touch the scarred mess of your face.

"What?" he says, genuinely confused now.

You tap your cheek again, not actually signing anything, but communicating a clear message: You've got a little something on your face.

He rolls his eyes in an exaggerated gesture before going back in the bathroom to finish shaving. You stand there awkwardly, unsure what the protocol is for this situation.

The Homelander's head pokes back out, now completely clean-shaven.

"Well?" he asks. "Are going to join me in the shower or not?"

[blindmagdalena]

hii, not extremely well versed in all your writing (yet), but so far w what ive seen w the cannibalism fic & how u write homer (lol), i must say i love how beautifully u intertwine his violence w romance, w how u write him, it's like his egotistical macabre nature & need for love r making out lmao! feel free to ignore this part bc praise shouldn't feel like you owe the praiser anything, but id love to see something from you, anything of any length, w homelander x a y/n who loves how creepy & macabre & scary he can be! like, they're gothic romantic sorta? like "oh, you can hear my heartbeat? tell me if the gushing in my arteries differs when i am around you! go into grave detail please! i want to peel the skin off your body and claw around inside of you too to see what makes you tick!" lol, maybe he sees them in black & is all "wowie, finally decided to kill me and you're getting prematurely ready for my funeral? well, nobody can say you're not a multitasker! how very feminine of you!" "no because if you died id want to be buried next to you!" "oh, i see!" "even if i was still alive! :D" "wow! well, morticia/gomez, you're... intense! i like your... prep! your... uncolourful enthusiasm!" lmfao. he tries to return it by trying to give them weird compliments in turn that fit w them; "don't you look like the most dolled up, prettiest corpse in the mausoleum in all that black make-up!", he sees them blushing or something & he's like "look atcha, blooming up likeeee... a bloodied bouquet of rose!trying to make my heart stop or something? least you'll be sittin real pretty on my grave huh?" he's like that meme that's like "my hot witch girlfriend" & him in a summoning circle like "me doing whatever tf she wants" but he's also a freak just a blonde one. dude is the star-spangled superman & a celeb who should be dating models and yet he's like hiding a heart shaped necklace under his suit that's like a preserved vial of their blood lol. i feel it'd stroke his ego in a different way where they also love how weird & freaky he is, yet in contrast they're not violent or harmful w their love for gore or whatever themselves, for them it just bubbles up into a deeper way to express love & their own self expression. i also wanna recommend "the horror of our love" by ludo if u dunno it, feels sort of fitting for how you write him! "i want you stuffed into my mouth, hold you down & tear you open, live inside you, love id never hurt you. but ill grind against your bones until our marrows mix, i will eat you slowly"/"the awful edges where you end & i begin, inside your mouth i cannot see, there's catastrophe in everything i am touching as i sweat & crush you. & i hold your beating chambers until they beat no more, you die like angels sing" :p 🖤

first of all. calling him homer made me scream. 😂 second, thank you! this is so many words and they are all very kind and fun. I think currently the fic I've written that's closest to this premise is Don't Fret, Precious (I'm Here) which features a reader that's ultimately pretty into his whole deal, and fairly deranged herself.

I definitely want to write more macabre readers though, and I love this gomez/morticia angle you're talking about. I've had a WIP in the wings for ages where the reader herself is a serial killer that Homelander catches, but ultimately decides to cover for because he's intrigued by her bloodlust. it's very much a yandere x yandere. it doesn't fit into the idea that the reader is harmless, but... fiction is fiction, right? no one's really hurt! lmao

also, Ludo is one of my favorite bands!!! I actually almost named this fic "The Horror Of Our Love" but ultimately decided "The Horror Was For Love" suited it a little bit better.

as you've accurately deduced I definitely love mixing elements of romance and horror. you have very much inspired me to step up my game and return to that serial killer fic, and maybe something new featuring more of an oddball reader that really throws Homelander off his game.

thanks again for the lovely message. 🖤

[lilwayo]

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[patelraj88]

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