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" I'm The Homelander, And I Can Do Whatever The Fuck I Want. "

[homclander]

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#THEHOMELANDER: Independent, semi-private & mutuals only, roleplaying blog featuring HOMELANDER from AMAZON PRIME'S THE BOYS ! This blog will contain mature & triggering themes, so be warned. I will be tagging nsfw. I love to plot & I am open for all kinds of au ideas !!! Must be 20 + to interact. 

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[homclander]

❝ Can I skip out on the not my family dinner tonight? .❞

silly things from family members || @mischieflawed

"NONSENSE- IT ISN'T A FAMILY DINNER IF WE AREN'T ALL PRESENT." Sweeping off imaginary dust from his suited torso as he examines himself in the lengthy floor mirror before him. He reaches for his crimson gloves without breaking eye contact with Stiles as they lock eyes in the mirror. An amused, chilling grin stretches across his features, all while he carefully tugs on his gloves to complete his heroic look.

"Why ?" He swiftly turns on his heels, his cape whipping along with his sharp movement. The older man crosses over to Stiles. Step by step. With his hands reaching out to clasp over the other man's shoulders- squeezing.... gently ? FOR NOW. "Do you not enjoy spending time with us, Stiles ? Do you have somewhere to be ? Are we not important enough to you ?" The smile drops, then to a deep frown as Homelander's icy hues flicker across Stiles' features. His eyes haven't blinked once since the other man walked into the room with the STRONGEST SUPE ALIVE. Not once.

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“I’ve got you” god damn it if you tell a soul, he'll rip the space between your head and shoulders right off.

 “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body || @garglemyballsack

HOMELANDER HASN'T BLACKED OUT LIKE THIS IN AGES- not since his first mission. His first... failed mission. His face buried firmly in the palms of his hands as harsh breaths pant out uncontrolled. His heart racing against his ribcage like it's ready to burst out of his chest from the anxiety tightening around this fucking useless organ. His entire childhood flashed behind his eyelids like a movie scene. The echoing of his screams, filled with anguish, when he was forced to suffer in the hands of all those who raised him- tortured him every single day. They wanted him to be the best. They wanted Homelander to be perfect. They worked him even when he begged them to stop. They worked him, even when he said he'd do better, he'd be a good boy. They worked him even if he lay bloody and bruised and broken on the cold ground- left alone. Only came back when he healed to do it all over again. AND AGAIN. Watching him. Analyzing him. Brought nothing but agony.

Eyes snapping open, trembling like a leaf when something- someone touches him with something wet and soft. His eyes are too wide, his mouth agape, when his icy glacial hues lock with the forest green hues that belong to his father. Shocked- confused as the blonde supe looks around himself and sees the mascara surrounding them. What- what happened ? Did he do this ? What ? - Did he do this... again ? Something must have triggered the superhero... he's usually more in control of himself, at least he'd like to think. "I- I-" I don't remember what I did ? But he notices his father washing away the blood stains painted along Homelander's pale flesh. That must have belonged to the victims of those around them.

Swallowing down his emotions as he almost pleads to himself not to sob, not to let it be known what the fuck happened to him. Instead, he collects himself by speaking as clearly and as controlled as he could. "I don't know what happened." Honest as can be, as he lets Soldier Boy clean him up. "I... don't usually... I'm more in control of my powers. I am." He doesn't want his father to question him, or see him as some mere weak supe who doesn't understand himself. Homelander has trained his entire life to be who he is, to be one with his powers. A shaky breath, fingers curling and uncurling as he notices leather scarlet gloves- stained and dripping with blood. He drops his arms back to his sides. Blinks rapidly. "The last time I did this... was the first time they let me out.... the first time I was introduced to The Seven. It all went wrong. My mission. I-I fucked up... I tried to help them, and I made it... worse ?"

[homclander]

"I've got you." from Annie

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body || @avasmess

REMEMBERS WHEN ANNIE USED TO VIEW HIM AS THE PERFECT MAN. Kind and righteous. A true hero who stood for all those beneath him. Before the mask of his true self was revealed to her. That he wasn't all that she thought he was. Homelander wasn't heroic. Wasn't out there happily saving people because he cared- GOD NO. It was all a show. Always performing when the cameras are on him. He took Starlight under his wing and directed her- wanting to help the young blonde hero explore more of her powers, things that she hadn't discovered yet, that she was never pushed to achieve. Something her human mother couldn't help her with. COULD NEVER. Starlight could have been a great one, meant for so much more... than a fucking show pony. But her heart is too pure, and he couldn't change that unless he broke her first.

That felt so long ago. The very first time they crossed paths with one another- the very first time he saw himself in another young supe. He was drenched in fame and love. All the talk of Homelander, the cheers that would erupt from just his appearance alone. The way they all looked upon him like he was everything to them all. Their savior. The only man in the sky, back in the good old days. From a superhero to this. Now he bleeds like any other mortal... broken nose and the taste of Metallica heavy on his tongue. His pearly teeth stained crimson red- spitting up more blood and chugging down the water Starlight had graced him with until this foul taste left him.

His features twisted into a deep scowl- can't count how many times he had turned his face away from the younger hero when she applied pressure against the bruises blooming across his face. Bloody fat lip and toilet paper shoved inside his bloody crooked nose that needed to be jammed right back into place. Fuck, he snarls with frustration. "You should have let William finish the job." He responds through clenched teeth. Leaning away from her touch while shaking his head, bowing his head low- chin towards his chest. He's so tired; it feels like he's never going to get any better. "I don't- I don't want your pity.... I don't need your-" He winces in pain when he tries to get up and falls back on his ass pathetically. "Fucking fuck. Fuck !"

[homclander]

i've got you . (but its human homie </3)

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body || @wihlted

"I AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY POWERS- NOTHING. A NOBODY." A broken record as he repeats it over & over until it STICKS. Until it's imprinted into his very soul. Nothing. He can't fly; he can't shoot lasers out of his eyes. Homelander has no strength left in him. Feels his lack of power; he doesn't carry himself like the superhero he used to be. His confidence is gone, along with everything he has built. The empire that never could become- that never even started. It was only the beginning for something better. For him, for Serena. And their family. They were going to have it all.

Failed himself, failed his son, and he failed Serena. Could almost laugh- bitterly, of course, head tilted up slightly as he stares up at the stained ceiling. Laughs brokenly. Dr. Jonah Vogelbaum once told Homelander that he was his GREATEST FAILURE... now he sees it. Gets it. Taken from his tower and put back into a cage where he's meant to rot. But not as a God.... no.... as a mortal. Almost beaten to a bloody pulp by William fucking Butcher. He won. Homelander scoffs, twisted into a wince when Serena runs her pretty washcloth against his neck to wash away the blood stains. It hurts to speak; being throat punched wasn't at all new to him- but feeling it ? The way he'd clear his throat when trying to speak. The agony- the cry that wanted to rip past his lips.

Blurry, unclear vision, glancing over at his ONE AND ONLY. Everything is aching, and he's sat at the corner of his cage, closer to the bars so Serena can slip her tiny hands through the opening and touch him- care for him... love him. Attempting to reposition himself, gasping as if he couldn't breathe from the discomfort when he forces himself to sit up more, not wanting to give Serena a hard time in cleaning him... she's already doing so much for him. Coming down here to visit him when he didn't deserve to even lay his eyes on her angelic appearance ever again. Can hear her wringing the cloth when dipping it in the bucket mixed with water and his blood. "Wh-who am I now... Serena ? If I'm not Homelander...." He asks with uncertainty- lost as he was when he was a child. "I- am I going to die here.... alone...."

[homclander]

I’ve got you / annie

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body || @vghtsupes

IT'S LIKE HIS SKULL IS SQUEEZING AROUND HIS BRAIN. POUNDING MISERABLY. The pain is never-ending, no matter how tightly he screws his eyes closed, no matter the hits to his head he repeats over & over- the begging, GOD- HE'S BEGGING for it to leave him alone. Headaches like this... he's never had headaches like this. Usually mild, and often just pesky. But this ? It's punishing to the once-upon-a-time strongest hero alive. Now he's just like everyone else. Boring and human. Weak and pathetic. Nothing.

A wince as he swats away Annie's hand angrily; it does nothing with his lack of power. HE BEARS NO STRENGTH. Could she even feel him ? Or did it feel like a toddler swinging their little balled-up fist around at you when throwing a tantrum- IMPACT: ZERO. When the pretty blonde supe goes again with that washed cloth now caked with his blood, HOMELANDER SHAKES HIS HEAD CHILDISHLY. A hand lifts up as if to block her from cleaning him any further. "That hurt !" The weakest man alive growls through clenched teeth. "A-are you almost done, fuck." He's grateful he is... but he's also embarrassed to have Annie see him this way.... to see him small & delicate like a doll.

Wants to disappear into the darkness, vanish into thin air- leave no trace behind. She'd be better off.... he can't protect her. He can't hold her in his strong arms, or make her feel at home. Cool blue irises glazed with unshed emotions- why does everything feel too much for him ? "Why you come after me... ?" A soft-spoken voice leaves past twin flesh; it's unlike him to speak as if he were a child.... scared.... broken. ".... If I had known just how vulnerable I'd be.... I would have welcomed death openly." Admitting that- such a pathetic man he has become. She has him; it's a blessing, even if he doesn't feel lively right now. She continues to wash him; this time, Homelander lets her. Doesn't stop her. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye, a salty trail staining the apple of his cheek.

[homclander]

When someone writes an 'apology letter' to all the people they hurt. And deletes it. LMAO fuck your apology letter and man fuck you. Fr. Honestly y'all be careful out there with people who will sexually harass your muse and push and push and push and even if your muse doesn't respond to that muses sexual advances or the ship related memes they send you- they drag it on knowing your muse won't return feelings. For their own amusement. Even though it's in my rules I don't ship that ship. And then also would vague post every single time I mentioned a certain ship. And talked smack about it. And has made many other people feel extremely uncomfortable. And then you wanna write an apology letter lmao, and tell people not to tell said people on those letters. Talk shit about people. Try to collect certain face claims. And think all the damage you caused deserves forgiveness ? Man no it doesn't. Like I'm annoyed af.

Y'all just be careful with two face people.

[homclander]

Poking myself out on the dash AGAIN- lmao still in drafts hell. I added more into the queue. YAY ME ! All this- and im working for FREE ? jfc. LMAO Y'ALL BETTER BE PROUD OF ME. CAUSE I WANNA CHAT W/ Y'ALL BUT NOOOO IM IN DRAFTS HELL AND queueing the shit ouf o SHIT !

[homclander]

Me writing while watching squatters. LMAO. Butcher squatting in one of Homelander's rental homes. Think about that.

[homclander]

Poking myself out on the dash AGAIN- lmao still in drafts hell. I added more into the queue. YAY ME ! All this- and im working for FREE ? jfc. LMAO Y'ALL BETTER BE PROUD OF ME. CAUSE I WANNA CHAT W/ Y'ALL BUT NOOOO IM IN DRAFTS HELL AND queueing the shit ouf o SHIT !

[bcmbsight]

Independent 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 roleplay blog from 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 && upcoming 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. Exploring a combat pilot in the U.S. Armed Forces who served in WWII and was given V1 by Frederick Vought. Transforming him into a successful Supe known as Bombsight && granting him superhuman abilities who grows to despise his immortality && the loneliness that comes with it. 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭: 𝐌𝐂𝐔 && 𝐗𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬.𝐎𝐂, 𝐀𝐔, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 && 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟏+

[homclander]

Coming out of writing hell to see that some people are getting paid to write ? AND IM NOT- UGH !!! i knew i wasn't the chosen one when it came to anything involving money.

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"I'm sorry", that's fine. I just think I need a little me time. I just think I need a little free time. Little break from the shows and the bus rides (bus rides), yeah. Last year I had a breakdown, thoughts tellin' me I'm lost gettin' too loud. Had to see a therapist, then I found out. Somethin' funny's goin' on up in my house. Yeah, I started thinkin' maybe I should move out, you know, pack my cart, take a new route. Clean up my yard, get the noose out, hang up my heart, let it air out (air out).I've been searchin'. "What does that mean, Nate?". I've been learning, grabbin' my keepsakes, leavin' my burdens. Well, I brought a few with me, I'm not perfect. Lookin' at the view like, this concerns me. Pickin' up the cues, right? I'm quite nervous. Hate it when I lose sight, life gets blurry, and things might hurt me. It's prolly gonna be a long journey, but hey (but hey) It's worth it, though, cold world out there, kids, grab your coats. Been a minute, I know, now I'm back to roam. Lookin' for the antidote to crack the code, pretty vivid, I admit it, I'm in classic mode. Don't need pity given to me, but I can't condone. Talkin' down to me, I'ma have to crack your nose for crackin' jokes, I'm lookin' for the map to hope, you seen it? (You seen it?). Been makin' a whole lot of changes. Wrote a song about that, you should play it, I get scared when I walk on these stages. I look at the crowd and see so many faces, yeah. That's when I start to get anxious. That's when my thoughts can be dangerous That's when I put on my makeup and drown in self-hatred. Forget what I'm saying // this song fits the boys - like every single of them PERIOD if you can just imagine scenes playing out.

[homclander]

// highlights of the nights LMAO - the comment sections are litty titty. // @supegod / @garglemyballsack / @mischieflawed

[homclander]

Dear Diary, My father mentioned his balls again. Does my father perhaps like balls a little too much ? What do you think ? yours, Homelander

[homclander]

if i wasn't lazy i would have had a side blog full of homie just posting about his diary. LMAO please

[homclander]

Dear Diary, Perhaps I shall look into the arts of voodoo, and maybe then my father will love me, play ball with me, and stop sending me hate mail.

yours, Homelander

@garglemyballsack p.s : papa please

[homclander]

Who do you prefer ?

Human!Homelander ( emo )

Immortal!Homelander ( supe god and prez )

OG!Homelander ( your fake og hero who is a manipulator )

NONE TF ( the fuck you mean della )

for della to witness your sins xoxo

Voting ended onJun 5