#hom3land3r

[hom3land3r]

Meh? Thats all you have to say?…

I bet YOU can’t save the world in stilettos

(This is a challenge.)

-🏒

Already did.

[manyimaginativemuses]

There was a thud, and not a delicate one either. Homelander landed in front of Lestat’s lair, part of him hating himself for even wanting to willingly confide in the leech. However, this was of the utmost importance and he wanted all eyes and ears on the city and beyond. No matter who they belonged to.

A bloodied gloved fist knocked on the door as the Supe stood, head to toe drenched in blood. Both old and new. This would be the first break he’d taken since his hunt began. He hadn’t stopped to eat nor sleep…or bathe. All meaningless tasks.

Lestat would be greeted with dangerously dark eyes and a set jaw. Homelander meant business and he wasn’t in the mood for any tricks or jokes. For all intents and purposes, he was dead inside with his reason for existence being taken from him.

[ @hom3land3r ]

@hom3land3r

Lestat and Stacee had been relaxing on the bus, with Lestat halfway through writing a new song, when he heard a slamming knock on the door.

“What the fuck?” Stacee said, shooting upright to answer the loud banging. When he opened the door, he was face to face with a bloody, exhausted, and angry Homelander.

“Who the fuck are you? I’m not interested in donating to the Neo-Nazi of America fund if that’s why you’re here.” Stacee said bluntly. Unless Gazelle had told Homelander about her husband, the man standing before Homelander looked like an identical copy of Lestat, albeit brunette, covered in tattoos, and with a far worse attitude than Lestat. He also wore a black leather vest with matching pants.

“Stacee who’s at the door?” Lestat called.

“Some cosplay weirdo who’s wearing an American flag as a cape.” Stacee replied and Lestat snorted a laugh.

“Tell him to fuck off, I’m not interested in dealing with his nonsense today.” Lestat said and Stacee turned with a fanged smile.

“You heard him. Fuck off.”

[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @hom3land3r

"If you can't kill the father, then you may as well kill the son."

Hughie thought he'd died. It had certainly felt like dying at the time, but now he knew better. This was what dying truly was. Molten fire being poured through his veins, needles pricked every inch of his skin. The first death had practically been descent into slumber. This death was being covered in gasoline and set ablaze.

A constant scream ripped out of Hughie's throat and echoed inside of his head. His ears rang. Everything was so sensitive. He could hear his blood rushing through his body, he could hear everything and when he opened his eyes, he was blinded. The world had never been so bright.

At some point, his eyes find Homelander. He still writhed, body contorting with agony, but his eyes stayed locked on Homelander. "What... did... you... DO?!"

[mages-pandoras-box]

Building Blocks

Starter for @hom3land3r

Months. It has been months since Ryan has talked to his biological father. Months since their 'human vs supe' argument and months since Ryan started giving John the cold shoulder.

Ryan still had his apartment in Vought Tower and slept there often. But he never went out of his way to see John. He tolerated the supe's presence if necessary - through his mask.

Then John's powers got stolen, and the man who did it wreaked havoc on the city in Homelander's name. Ryan confronted John about it and ended up punching him in the face, breaking his nose, when he didn't believe John's words.

It had been a few days, James had bitten Ryan's face off, and the teen had agreed to help in the relentless pursuit of the lunatic who'd taken Homelander's powers. The man was a slippery target, always one step ahead, making the chase both thrilling and frustrating. Ryan, taking a break from the hunt, walks to John's apartment and knocks. He wanted to apologize, even if John didn't blame him. He owed the man several apologies.

"John? It's Ryan! I think we need to talk,"

[unsungabsurdity]

@hom3land3r

"It's uh- for research? I was asked to get it, not told what it was for." She presses her lips together in a thin line. The two higher ranking scientists seemed surprised when she offered to gather the sample, she's starting to understand why. She only offered to 'take the initiative', seem like a 'go-getter' in front of her new boss.

"I do, actually." She huffs a strained laugh, fumbling with the clip on her collar to offer her badge. "I started last week...You-uh might know my mom? Pam? She's the head of bio-research."

[mori-the-childrens-entertainer]

Homelander decided to drop by and check in on the kid…for absolutely no particular reason. He knocked on Mori’s door.

“Mori? It’s Homelander.”

- H🇺🇸 ( @hom3land3r )

The door opens and Mori peeks out with a sweet smile that pulled at his cheeks.

“Hm? Hullo, Homelander!” He grins, tail instinctually wagging at the sight of his idol/familial figure.

[collateraldamage-old]

This is my life, but it's yelling at @hom3land3r to get the fuck out of the fridge.

The milk you DIDN'T FIND THERE isn't going to magically reappear until I go to the STORE stop OPENING THE DOOR.

[hom3land3r]

Do you love the color of the sky?

[manyimaginativemuses]

@hom3land3r

If they wanted him to be a monster, he would BE a bloody monster. That flying fascist had taken the person he loved most in the world, so Lestat would take what Homelander loved the most. And from a cursory scan of his mind, Lestat determined that what Homelander loved the most was his teenage son, a young boy named Ryan. Luckily for Lestat, Homelander’s mind was an open book and he was easily able to figure out where Ryan lived.

And even more lucky for Lestat, Ryan had been outside playing with a drone when he first found him after the sun set. Despite being the son of a “superhero” Ryan was beyond trusting and naive. He fell for Lestat’s rocker aesthetic and his charm just like everyone else did. Ryan’s mind was also weak willed enough to be glamoured and manipulated so that he didn’t spill the beans that he and Lestat had been meeting. For over a month and a half Lestat charmed the boy, telling him stories of the past and hypnotizing him into finding the vampire life intriguing and fantastical. The boy loved horror comics and horror movies as it was, so it was very easy to convince him that being a vampire was wonderful and something to want to become.

Of course he didn’t tell him the insanity that being an immortal child would come with though. He already saw that once with Claudia. However he cared for Claudia, Ryan was just a means to an end. And if this meant his own end, Lestat honestly didn’t even care anymore. His heart had been broken too many times over at this point and he was feeling reckless.

And this recklessness was exactly why when Ryan asked to be made a vampire too, Lestat wholeheartedly obliged. After all, he refused to turn someone without consent, but what’s a little manipulation to get said consent to a broken vampire like Lestat?

The night he turned Ryan, he took him from the safety of his home and brought him onto the streets to feed. The boy was ravenous just like Claudia had been, but his superhuman abilities were enhanced even further by his full vampiric transformation. Hell, his transformation hadn’t even been that bad due to his superhuman genetics, he hadn’t even felt too much pain when he died. Ryan was overjoyed by his new experiences and Lestat was ecstatic to have FINALLY won. Ryan was HIS son now, Homelander could have James.

So when he and Ryan were out feeding that night and he heard the whoosh of a superhero landing, a massive smile crossed Lestat’s face.

“Ryan, I think your father is here.” Lestat purred.

[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @hom3land3r

They can't harvest Homelander's blood very easily, seeing as no needle can pierce his skin. They could bite his arm and let the blood flow, but Hughie hasn't suggested it, seeing as he doesn't think Homelander has the patience for it. There are stores of it, but none of them are sating Hughie's craving. So this is how he finds himself sat on the floor next to Homelander's bed, gently pulling his arm down to reach his mouth.

It feels weirdly the similar to sneaking into his dad's room when he was a kid, to steal away a Stephen King book he was too young for or because of a nightmare. The comparison makes him feel irritable and uncomfortable. So he gives it no more thought and bites down on Homelander's wrist.

[redchikittymeow]

Watching Homelander and Jame's interactions always puts a smile on my face thank you too you both

[jethrowest]

@hom3land3r

continued from here.

Homelander’s snark made the corner of Eva’s mouth twitch into a private smirk. As soon as it came, however, it was gone, transforming into a forced smile that showed off her pearly whites. Her pointed gaze skimmed the crowd, giving at least a few lucky fans the belief that she locked eyes with them.

“Smiling and lookin’ pretty, eh? Being told what to wear, how t’pose. It’s not as if that’s your whole thing or anything,” she teased. She bent over to personally wave at a man nearest them wearing a Toxic Rose shirt, ending the gesture with a cheeky wink.

“On second thought,” Eva began again, knowing full well that she was pressing her luck. “I’d be a-” Also knowing full well that Homelander could hear her no matter the noise or where she stood, angled herself close to his ear regardless.

“- pornstar.”

Going back to ogling the spectators, she persisted, “Got the gloves already.” She bent her elbow and wriggled her fingers about for dramatic effect. “Always protected.”

[mori-the-childrens-entertainer]

ooc / out of collar

two frames of the lil animatic im working on for new years

characters: @ferretoftrouble, @ashortdropandasuddenstop(James), @hom3land3r, and @spooky-and-azazel

(don't mind homelander's tit this is still a rlly rough draft--)

[bossbitchfoxy]

"To be fair, @hom3land3r is quite good looking though. Still, I will not give in to him that easily."

[everrlastingheart]

@hom3land3r

it's been years no decades since the former old school supe was last seen. Vought has kept her imprisoned banned and drugged from ever seeing her son. Everlasting never thought she would see the day of her golden boy all grown up in the flesh. Standing few feet away from her.

"John..?" she whispered

[hom3land3r]

Casual Friday