1996/f. Wallissa on AO3. Side blog. 20+. Teens not welcome.
[currently deeply in The Boys trenches. I tag anything spoiler-y as #the boys or #the boys season 5]
A little taste test for the “Fighting to the Death to Top Homelander” extravaganza. Pick your winner here, or check who’s winning and enjoy some complimentary Vought popcorn.
“Hey,” he says, casually.
Immediately, Annie straightens from where she’d been curled up on the sofa. “What’s going on?”
Hughie hurries to shake his head, both palms raised. “Nothing, nothing. Just wanted to ask about, uh, Homelander’s Second? Since you did it.”
“Oh,” she says, and flops back down. “Right, that’s happening again.” Nose scrunched up, then she stretches to reach her can of cherry coke.
Hughie hands it to her. “Uh, yeah,” he says. “Haha. Next week, yeah. Anyways, you did it, right? You never told me about it.”
“Well, yeah. When I had just arrived. We didn’t really know each other that well, it felt a little weird to spring that on you. And they cancelled the one after because the Dawn of the Seven filming delayed it and then, you know, the Stormfront stuff happened.”
“Didn’t you do it while, uh—“
“During Homelight, yeah.”
“You never told me about that one, either.”
“Well, I was pissed at you. And it was just a really stressful time. I didn’t really think about it. With Alex, you know, right after.”
Hughie nods and offers a slight smile. “Yeah… Well, uh. What’s it like?”
She blinks at him, torn from her memories. “What?”
“The, uh. The thing. Homelander’s second.”
Her nails flick the tab of her can. “They dropped all of us into a huge maze and then we had to fight to the death to win Homelander’s affection while avoiding getting caught on camera.”
Hughie stares. “I— I meant, like, did they have snack tables and the schedules for the interviews. What do you mean, fight to the death?”
Annie furrows her brows at him, like he is the one saying strange stuff here. “It’s a competition. I mean, obviously we didn’t kill each other, but they market it as you proving you love Homelander and are a worthy member of the Seven. And since you know he’s watching, there’s this huge adrenaline and stress factor. It’s just fucked, psychologically. It’s designed to make the contestants go berserk. And weapons are allowed. I spent both of these events mainly trying to hide from Noir. He goes, like, insane for these. And so does Deep, but both times Noir went for him first. Why are you fidgeting like that?”
“Nothing! Nothing. Just, uh. Butcher kind of wants to sneak in.”
“What?! Why?!”
“Uh, I don’t know. To gather intel?”
“To get himself killed by Deep of all people while he’s in this weird caveman knight headspace?”
“Well, I don’t think he knew about the, uh, caveman knight headspace.” Annie’s unimpressed look makes him flinch. “I don’t know! I mean, what’s the price?”
“Homelander.” Deadpan.
Hughie blinks, then offers a little laugh, haha?, but when Annie just keeps staring at him, he shifts nervously. “Uh, like, do you get to fuck him or something?”
“Not officially.”
“Uh,” Hughie says. “Right. Well.”
“You’re coming with him, aren’t you?”
Hughie, who’s been looking at her can of coke (no artificial colouring! Wow.), glances up at her. “I mean, I don’t want him to get hurt?”
Annie closes her eyes. “Oh my god. Alright.”
Hughie sniffs. “I mean, I won’t be trying to win, so— There’s that?” He tries another little chuckle. Hahaha?
yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
Today, im amusing myself by imagining a competition to top HL. A literal battle to the death and/or a bachelor style competition. I feel the question of “who wins” would be very different because in no1, it’s more a question of “who is the best fighter and is most fuelled by the need to fuck Mr Americana”, while the second round is more “who could possibly manage to charm HL himself” - I feel the answers to which would be very different, especially because for (1), HL doesn’t necessarily have to be attracted to the winner for them to win, and for (2), the winner themselves doesn’t have to be trying to win in order for HL to be charmed by them.
It’s extremely difficult to pinpoint a date to decide on the contestants. But because I want to involve certain characters, I’ll pick a later date — which does NOT mean it hasn’t happened in the past (maybe we can discuss a mr marathon vs translucent vs lamplighter vs Maeve vs deep vs Noir battle at one point. That also sounds fun.)
Who wins a battle to the death? (Last person standing)
A-Train
Deep
Firecracker
Sage
Noir2
Soldier Boy
Butcher (snuck in)
Hughie (got dragged along)
Spectator button 🍿 <- Vought popcorn
Remaining time: 2 days
Any contestants I forgot can be added in the comments, they can be voted on via hearts. After the tournament is over, participants will be resurrected (if necessary) for round two. Also Vought popcorn costs many American dollars (brand and such), but you’re a guest so of course it’s complimentary. Flavours are Homelander (classic salted caramel), The Deep (salt&vinegar), A-Train (cheddar cheese), Soldier Boy (white truffle) and Sister Sage (cinnamon & sugar). Firecracker (strawberry & chilli pepper) and Black Noir (caramel dusted with cocoa) are out of stock right now, sorry!
@picaresquecadence — firstly: 80$??!!! Crazy. Let’s go with that. And thank you so much for asking. Here is what I was thinking re:how this fight to the death works:
Every once in a while (maybe every 4 years?), Vought has this big “Who is Homelander’s Number Two?!” competition, where the Seven have to compete to show who’s the most worthy of his affection (Paris Hilton seeking a new bestie-style). But yes: arena style. Vought has a huge arena all decked out with a huge maze with traps and all that comical fun stuff, drops each of the team members in one corner, and then they have to find Homelander, or maybe a little key that will unlock the door to the room where HL will wait for them. In theory, this is just a funny little “Supes wander through a huge maze and show off their skills hihi” event, but the stakes are so high for the Seven themselves that this is basically an everyone vs everyone mass fight (the producers hate this whole thing because they have to cut away from the bloodshed). Some of them desperately want to prove themselves to HL (and fuck him), some really just enjoy the free pass to beat the shit out of their team members. Weapons are allowed etc. I don’t think they necessarily KILL each other, but since only one person can reach the magic door (or whatever), they do have an interest to knock out/restrain/etc their partners. And again, they have a free pass to beat each other up. Also the prize isn’t fucking HL. Not officially. But cmon sport. We have to keep team morale up don’t we. (Maiden Homelander would loooooove to have his whole team fighting over him, he’d probably be weak in the knees for the victor anyways. Deep’s no1 wet dream)
…So I actually think Reggie would have very good chances of making it to the end. Because of his powers (just zooming away whenever someone gets too close), and mainly because he doesn’t want the prize and because he doesn’t have a reason to actively get into fights with anyone — I was mentally compiling lists of like ‘biggest threats’ for different characters and to him, I think Deep would be the biggest threat because of their rivalry, but I feel he himself would simply just not give a shit about this whole thing and he would most DEFINITELY not risk getting hurt to fuck his boss. So if he just avoids Deep, he might be good. (Other ‘threats’ include Ben for Noir2, since Ben has a pretty solid motif when it comes to wanting to hurt Noir. I assume nobody told him what went on there lol. And of course for Sage it could be Firecracker.) Then you have the fact that Deep and Firecracker both desperately WANT to win, as do Ben and Noir2(because Noir probably won back then lol). Oh also Butcher of course. For reasons he no doubt explained to the Boys earlier and which, I’m sure, are perfectly unrelated to Homelander Ass. But being emotionally involved might make you stupid and prone to putting yourself in danger. Reggie and Hughie both have imo good chances to make it precisely because they do not want to be there.
I thought about this stupid set up all day haha. Just the Seven pausing their usual stuff to fight over Homelander in some ridiculous forest setting (with cameras). And Butcher sneaking into there is soooo funny to me. Like wait. How did that guy get in there?!
‘No’, is what Maggie should say. It’s already on the tip of her tongue, ‘no’. But of course she never quite manages to get that word out. Not when she’s concerned.
Worst part is that she can’t even blame Little Miss Sunshine for it. Can’t blame the liquor, either, because Annie’s the only one who’s drinking. “You sure it’s okay?” Sweet-cute, worried. Warm on Maggie’s lap, wrapped in pristine white velvet and glittering gold stars.
Like Maggie is going to say no now. “Yeah, come here.” Two hands full of warm golden curls and she’s licking the sharp-familiar taste right out of Annie’s hot mouth. Soft tongue, her writhing body. Rustling skirts, and — “oh, sorry. I took a shower before coming over and figured I wouldn’t have to put on a fresh pair only to take it off right away. Do you mind?”
This time, the ‘no’ doesn’t make it past Maggie’s lips because her head’s spinning, her fingers trembling, fingertips tracing a different kind of velvet. Hot. “Doesn’t fit your image,” she says, dog-voiced, and Annie laughs at her, little angel-demon. “I guess I shouldn’t unzip the top, then. Kind of didn’t put on a bra, either.” Demon, Angel. Maggie’s head is spinning.
Later, part of that ‘no’ finally makes it out. In the darkness of her living room, with the air crackling around Annie. Eyes glowing, body thrumming, apparition, her brown-eyed demon sparking gold. Maggie breathes it against Annie’s throat, tastes sweat on her lips. ‘Oh,’ sweet. ‘Oh!’ — closest she gets to a No, with Annie.
[“Can’t pretend we’ve had enough”]
___
[this is just a draft but I’m sure you understand. Annie as the addictive element. Overwhelming, a rush, irresistible. I feel my heartbeat deep inside. Also her as the seductive party, she keeps telling me, in the nighttime she flies… we will have to use our imaginations for the implied electricity-sizzling marathon sex.]
“Oh, I don’t mind.” He offers a slight smile and a wave of his hand. And he means it, of course. He’s perfectly fine observing her bookshelves while she’s busy (oh, Shakespeare! Uh huh, nice nice).
“I do.”
“Sorry?” He straightens from where he’d been turning his head to read the title of a slim purple volume.
Sage has closed her laptop (which never happens) and looks at him with her dark, dark eyes. “Listen, Baby.”
He shifts on his feet, huffs a little laugh. Those eyes always get him. “I’m listening.”
“I’m working right now. Your presence is a distraction.”
“Oh.” He makes a face, then shrugs, laughs. “I mean — I thought we were in a good spot? You and I?”
Very dark eyes. No twitch around that mouth of hers. He flexes his hand a few times, huffs another laugh, but it feels more like a question.
She finally sighs and gets up. Her stepping in should be scary to her, really, after all that rudeness. But not only is her heartbeat perfectly steady, she also rises on her tiptoes and puts a warm hand on his cheek. Seeks him out instead of shrinking (as she should). “Tonight, okay? Tonight, we can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever-“
“Whatever. All night. And if you run out of ideas, I’ve got plenty. I’ll tire you out, tiger. But I need to work right now. And I need you to fuck off. Okay?”
He swallows, nods. “Yeah, sure.”
[“Can’t pretend we’ve had enough”]
___
[another draft, but you get it. She only flies at night. Work hard, play hard. Oh, she's got a tight (Tight), grip on my conscious / But that's my new kink if I were to be honest. This time, we have to imagine the whole after dark encounter (do we want her to lobotomise herself? Will he help? Etc etc)]
‘No’, is what Maggie should say. It’s already on the tip of her tongue, ‘no’. But of course she never quite manages to get that word out. Not when she’s concerned.
Worst part is that she can’t even blame Little Miss Sunshine for it. Can’t blame the liquor, either, because Annie’s the only one who’s drinking. “You sure it’s okay?” Sweet-cute, worried. Warm on Maggie’s lap, wrapped in pristine white velvet and glittering gold stars.
Like Maggie is going to say no now. “Yeah, come here.” Two hands full of warm golden curls and she’s licking the sharp-familiar taste right out of Annie’s hot mouth. Soft tongue, her writhing body. Rustling skirts, and — “oh, sorry. I took a shower before coming over and figured I wouldn’t have to put on a fresh pair only to take it off right away. Do you mind?”
This time, the ‘no’ doesn’t make it past Maggie’s lips because her head’s spinning, her fingers trembling, fingertips tracing a different kind of velvet. Hot. “Doesn’t fit your image,” she says, dog-voiced, and Annie laughs at her, little angel-demon. “I guess I shouldn’t unzip the top, then. Kind of didn’t put on a bra, either.” Demon, Angel. Maggie’s head is spinning.
Later, part of that ‘no’ finally makes it out. In the darkness of her living room, with the air crackling around Annie. Eyes glowing, body thrumming, apparition, her brown-eyed demon sparking gold. Maggie breathes it against Annie’s throat, tastes sweat on her lips. ‘Oh,’ sweet. ‘Oh!’ — closest she gets to a No, with Annie.
[“Can’t pretend we’ve had enough”]
___
[this is just a draft but I’m sure you understand. Annie as the addictive element. Overwhelming, a rush, irresistible. I feel my heartbeat deep inside. Also her as the seductive party, she keeps telling me, in the nighttime she flies… we will have to use our imaginations for the implied electricity-sizzling marathon sex.]
Today, im amusing myself by imagining a competition to top HL. A literal battle to the death and/or a bachelor style competition. I feel the question of “who wins” would be very different because in no1, it’s more a question of “who is the best fighter and is most fuelled by the need to fuck Mr Americana”, while the second round is more “who could possibly manage to charm HL himself” - I feel the answers to which would be very different, especially because for (1), HL doesn’t necessarily have to be attracted to the winner for them to win, and for (2), the winner themselves doesn’t have to be trying to win in order for HL to be charmed by them.
It’s extremely difficult to pinpoint a date to decide on the contestants. But because I want to involve certain characters, I’ll pick a later date — which does NOT mean it hasn’t happened in the past (maybe we can discuss a mr marathon vs translucent vs lamplighter vs Maeve vs deep vs Noir battle at one point. That also sounds fun.)
Who wins a battle to the death? (Last person standing)
A-Train
Deep
Firecracker
Sage
Noir2
Soldier Boy
Butcher (snuck in)
Hughie (got dragged along)
Spectator button 🍿 <- Vought popcorn
Remaining time: 2 days
Any contestants I forgot can be added in the comments, they can be voted on via hearts. After the tournament is over, participants will be resurrected (if necessary) for round two. Also Vought popcorn costs many American dollars (brand and such), but you’re a guest so of course it’s complimentary. Flavours are Homelander (classic salted caramel), The Deep (salt&vinegar), A-Train (cheddar cheese), Soldier Boy (white truffle) and Sister Sage (cinnamon & sugar). Firecracker (strawberry & chilli pepper) and Black Noir (caramel dusted with cocoa) are out of stock right now, sorry!
I literally love all of you, but as a Tumblr veteran, Tumblr's main feature is the reblog feature. It is the beating heart of the dashboard and the foundation for a chronological timeline. The For You page here should not be your default setting.
You guys have got to start reblogging stuff you enjoy, especially, specifically gifs and fan art but also fics and fan theories or even hot takes if you're not afraid of a lil discourse. I'm tired of being the first or third reblog for a person's post and then seeing my blog's followers do nothing but hit like, while blogs sit there with no new posts in months or years!
Reblog more stuff please. Thank you, have a good day.
You're not even going to reblog this post are you
Today, im amusing myself by imagining a competition to top HL. A literal battle to the death and/or a bachelor style competition. I feel the question of “who wins” would be very different because in no1, it’s more a question of “who is the best fighter and is most fuelled by the need to fuck Mr Americana”, while the second round is more “who could possibly manage to charm HL himself” - I feel the answers to which would be very different, especially because for (1), HL doesn’t necessarily have to be attracted to the winner for them to win, and for (2), the winner themselves doesn’t have to be trying to win in order for HL to be charmed by them.
It’s extremely difficult to pinpoint a date to decide on the contestants. But because I want to involve certain characters, I’ll pick a later date — which does NOT mean it hasn’t happened in the past (maybe we can discuss a mr marathon vs translucent vs lamplighter vs Maeve vs deep vs Noir battle at one point. That also sounds fun.)
Now WITH a little ficlet to explain the vision.
Who wins a battle to the death? (Last person standing)
A-Train
Deep
Firecracker
Sage
Noir2
Soldier Boy
Butcher (snuck in)
Hughie (got dragged along)
Spectator button 🍿 <- Vought popcorn
Remaining time: 2 days
Any contestants I forgot can be added in the comments, they can be voted on via hearts. After the tournament is over, participants will be resurrected (if necessary) for round two. Also Vought popcorn costs many American dollars (brand and such), but you’re a guest so of course it’s complimentary. Flavours are Homelander (classic salted caramel), The Deep (salt&vinegar), A-Train (cheddar cheese), Soldier Boy (white truffle) and Sister Sage (cinnamon & sugar). Firecracker (strawberry & chilli pepper) and Black Noir (caramel dusted with cocoa) are out of stock right now, sorry!
Today, im amusing myself by imagining a competition to top HL. A literal battle to the death and/or a bachelor style competition. I feel the question of “who wins” would be very different because in no1, it’s more a question of “who is the best fighter and is most fuelled by the need to fuck Mr Americana”, while the second round is more “who could possibly manage to charm HL himself” - I feel the answers to which would be very different, especially because for (1), HL doesn’t necessarily have to be attracted to the winner for them to win, and for (2), the winner themselves doesn’t have to be trying to win in order for HL to be charmed by them.
butcher shouldn’t have a ship name. They should never even be named in the same line. I want her on a high shelf far away from his gross gas station bathroom liver failure stench. A ship name. His name touching hers. Outrageous.
I’ve been Ada posting on main a lot and someone commented on a post etc and I looked at their blog and they’ve been very intensely reading and thinking about it for months now and meanwhile I in a haze wrote a AoA inspired wincest fragment last night at like 2am. Maybe I’m a bad person.
For the record I do understand that what’s depicted is bad for multiple reasons. I do understand that incest in fiction is often a literary device to explore trauma and hurt. Etc. I just happen to find the concept hot. Maybe l AM a bad person.
(Especially problematic with AoA of course because, of course, not only are they children, but also it’s clear that Van is a terrible person. But it’s written with hypnotic sensuality and I also do not think we can entirely ignore that. It’s what makes the reading process so uncomfortable. It’s all very layered, I do think Nabokov had great fun putting his readers in this position).
I’ve been Ada posting on main a lot and someone commented on a post etc and I looked at their blog and they’ve been very intensely reading and thinking about it for months now and meanwhile I in a haze wrote a AoA inspired wincest fragment last night at like 2am. Maybe I’m a bad person.
For the record I do understand that what’s depicted is bad for multiple reasons. I do understand that incest in fiction is often a literary device to explore trauma and hurt. Etc. I just happen to find the concept hot. Maybe l AM a bad person.
(Especially problematic with AoA of course because, of course, not only are they children, but also it’s clear that Van is a terrible person. But it’s written with hypnotic sensuality and I also do not think we can entirely ignore that. It’s what makes the reading process so uncomfortable. It’s all very layered, I do think Nabokov had great fun putting his readers in this position).
I’ve been Ada posting on main a lot and someone commented on a post etc and I looked at their blog and they’ve been very intensely reading and thinking about it for months now and meanwhile I in a haze wrote a AoA inspired wincest fragment last night at like 2am. Maybe I’m a bad person.
