#voughtpride

[wornvalor]

ɪt's like looking in the most possibly distorted funhouse mirror.  ma didn't even make his suit to look that way on purpose.  smallville doesn't pay much attention to the big-city news like supes.  brows tighten, knit together as he stands facing the other atop roof.  he's been carefully avoiding this for years.  managed to dance just away from vought's clutches.  but for now if attention's on him it's far from maeve, or billy butcher, or whatever tangent he's ready to go off on.     “   what is it you want, exactly?   ”     clark knows the answer.  people love superman.  people, all over the world, call for him.  he's not heard an outcry for homelander.  most of vought, he's learned, carefully plan or are assigned to heroism.  he can't imagine waiting for the call.      “  if you think i'm going with you for vought to play guinea pig on me,  you're wrong.   ”     he's overhead conversations, panicked shareholders.  staff who can't tie him or his demographic to any of their supes on record.  it's easy,  when he's clark. nobody notices a clumsy reporter scrawling notes carefully in the corner.  he's made sure of it.  he's checked with ma and pa tonight.  lois.  jimmy.  all the people in his direct circle.    “  unless you want my help, i'm not sure what reason we have to speak, homelander.  ”    

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[diafrst]

𝑸. @voughtpride sent “ looks like we’re in this together now. ”

limbal  blues  shift  to  the  man  standing  next  to  her,  questioning  if  she  had  heard  words  unspoken,  one  of  many  curses  of  being  telepathic.    "  i  do  my  best  work  alone,  but  thanks    i  guess  ."    the  attitude  was  relevant  to  the  headache  that  strikes  her  psyche,  driving  the  woman  mad  in  a  spiral  that  threatens  what  control  she  has  on  her  powers.    a  deep  sigh  follows  a  change  in  posture.  a  bit  more  relaxed  yet  continuing  a  confident  stance  that  prompts  a  double  take  at  the  man.  she  knew  of  him,  of  course.  just  like  half  the  world  knew  of  her  and  what  reputation  proceeds.    "  you  do  realize  us  teaming  together  is  going  to  cause  hysteria,  right?    like,  who  the  fuck  even  made  that  decision?    whatever,  it  doesn't  matter. just  tell  me  who's  mind  i  need  to  scramble.  "    

emma's  emotions  are  a  roller  coaster  at  best.  extreme  highs  and  lows  with  a  colorful  way  of  words  to  express  at  a  moments  notice.  no  filter,  whatsoever.    flesh  sparkles  beneath  natural  lighting,  hinting  at  the  mutation  that  transforms  her  body  into  an  immortal  state  of  glamor.  her  signature  choice  of  attire  befits  the  behavior  of  the  diamond  queen    ;    lace  lingerie  in  bright  white,  heels  that  most  shame  a  woman  for  wearing.  most  of  the  antics  were  in  spite  of  her  father,  whom  she  wished  to  kill  by  ruining  the  frost  name  where  powers  would  never  do  the  job  properly.                  facial  expressions  portray  a  bit  of  confusion,  awaiting  a  response  where  the  other  stares.        (    are  you  going  to  look  at  me  all  day  or  are  we  going  to  get  this  task  over  with?  )        telepathics  boon  to  meet  his  psyche,  never  a  stranger  to  pry  where  eyes  wander.

[manipulcate]

@voughtpride : ' are you lying to me right now ? '

they say never meet your heroes . they also say that sometimes dreams should remain dreams . maybe no one ever said that, however, it's starting to become being that case . all cate ever wanted was to be a hero, prove it to herself that she could use her powers for good, and prove it to herself that she isn't the monster she was made out to be . she dreamt about walking the halls of the seven tower and being a key part of the seven . although she isn't quite there she is one step closer than most by simply being in the building .

his presence is intimidating yet cate finds herself remaining calm . even now, even if this feels more like an interrogation than a conversation . her gaze remains on homelander as he speaks, not once does her eyes roam . as much as she wants to simply take it all in she doesn't . cate shakes her head, her tongue dipping for a tiny moment . ' i'm not, i wouldn't . ' she wants to say i promise but that might come across as too eager . ' i just want to do the right thing . '

[nightmdic-a]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 (you know I gotta humble him)

“…Ew, hard pass.”

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[nightmdic-a]

"I   dare   you   to   try."

She could go to the media, everyone wants gossip, others want the truth. If she could tell them what Vought's been trying to do with her clinic, she could protect it AND her patients-

Back rest against the wall, arms seeming to stiffen in their cross at her chest, just as her whole body seems to do the same. The threat brings that swift concern in her chest, emerald gaze never flickering away from his features - she doesn't need to look behind him to know Bouncer's not far. The increase of the plant growth is evidence enough of his own agitation.

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[frosthidden]

@voughtpride sent i need you to shut up. >:(

talking, that was one of alice's many traits that could be kind of a coin toss. it either worked in her favor, or it got her into situations like this. she'd talked herself into it, and in trying to talk herself out of it had ended up just talking in circles. and to be fair, she was starting to wonder how long the security guard was going to listen to her.

the voice from behind her made her entire body go rigid. she tried not to show fear to anyone, but in all her attempts to avoid confrontations with supes, this was the one she'd most tried to avoid. alice took a deep shakey breath and pushed herself off the edge of the security desk to face him.

homelander.

"do the dulcet tones of my voice carry?" it would have been funny, maybe, if alice's usual easy bravado had come easily. in trying to seem calm, she was sure she was putting her foot in her mouth. "sorry about that."

[itsalcngstory]

Ringing in the New Year with Vought on Channel 5! John is on his best behavior, approval keeps him docile, soothes tattered ego into submission. Vought has been teasing a big reveal for midnight, and the fans are going wild with speculation, he can hear them chatter over the announcer. They’re meant to be “announcing” their relationship, a kick start with a New Years Kiss. There is a certain level of power he holds here, standing so close they are a breath away from touching, gloved hand brushes the back of her smaller one and John looks down at the Little Star, his smile bright as the sun. “Come on, Tess. Lighten up! It’s a party.”

It's certainly quite the party alright, one filled with various people - both the rich that get to be closest to the Vought supes, and the other's down below, muttering amongst each other as the Little Star and Homelander have been standing so close to each other all night. She's even done her best to fully give into this role of her's - little giggles given at little comments and the comedy she's sees around them, smile given to everyone like the little vibrant star she's always been. Her smile however doesn't quite reach her eyes, her laughter isn't as cheerful as usual.

His words snap her deeper into that role, a light laughter escaping her at the comment. "Oh I know, it's a fun one - and it hasn't even hit midnight yet!" Could midnight just - never hit?

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[iobartach]

@voughtpride asked; "You can't keep denying what you are."

caring & reassuring sentences, vol 6. prompts

He's heard as much mentioned many times before, each one an appeal that encouraged a loosening of morals, tempted a mind that was at times horrified by the mass of vaguely human-passing sentience that constituted his restructured form. If to be different meant he should cherish the chance, embrace the creature that rumbled inside when his own emotions became a struggle to process and properly contain, then he wanted no part of it.

For all that he cared, the world could keep on turning, without the Society's leader shedding light on his true nature. But such intentions hadn't exempted the costumed stranger from gaining a glimpse, as proven with the dispersal of his own mask to reveal unnatural red eyes and a fine stock of curly, swept-back brown hair, that topped a lanky form. Both of his limbs sported the recognisable signature of someone who honed their body to perfection, seen best when his folded arms, each corded with a lean strength, were subtly adjusted. In all, his form carried with it the streamlined power of a predator, something that rarely made an appearance, unless days deep into an anomaly hunt-- and running short on options and supplies.

"Hasn't caused me any problems so far." An ordinary shift of shoulders adds to his point, conscience seeing no issue with pretending he was normal and just another 'Spider-Man', shooting his webs and dealing with every kind of bad guy imaginable. But he isn't so sure that the man before him would view the situation in a similar light. If anything, he could join the rest and goad Miguel into cutting loose. And, most jarringly of all, as he reflects upon this possibility, he admits to himself that he might not stop the stranger from filling his ear with poisonous temptations. "Besides, what benefit would there be embracing who I am?"