#homelander-rp-blog

[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog said "Was that you? The crazy guy blowing up the whole oil field yesterday "

"Crazy? Whoa, whoa. Pretty fucking harsh, don't ya' think?" Trevor shook his head, pacing slowly in front of John. He could've easily went on a rampage hearing language like that, but he decided he'd give the guy the benefit of the doubt. He'd probably never met Mikey before so what could he possibly know about the word crazy? Trevor stopped pacing and turned to face John. "Let's try that again, okay? Ask me if I'm the super inventive guy blowing up the whole oil field yesterday."

[inhumanhacker]

@homelander-rp-blog

The fire that had engulfed the apartment block had taken minutes from the initial spark to ravishing almost every apartment in the building. Sage or rather Ember as she went by had arrived on scene to see Homelander flying in and out to save civilians, but she wasn't sure even he was fast enough to clear everybody.

Walking into the building, despite the pleas from the fire fighters outside who were trying to dampen the blaze, Sage found the stair well. Skin hardening resembling the embers of a fire she breathed in deeply and slowly closed her fists, as her fists closed the fire began to draw back, pulled towards her from every floor, every apartment as she absorbed the flames, the heat until nothing was left.

Stepping out of the building, she barely registered Homelander hovering before her before she passed out.

[justsurv1vor]

@homelander-rp-blog asked "Do I know you? You look so familiar. How long have you worked here?"

it was rare she knew why they were bringing her somewhere until one of the little vought worker bees met her at her destination, shoved a folder into her hands and began rattling off exactly what mess she'd been called in to assist cleaning up. this time seemed... different. she'd been preparing for bed when she'd gotten the call ( be at the airport in an hour ⸻ you're needed at headquarters ) and upon landing in the early hours of the following morning, she hadn't been met with a barrage of information, but silence.

they'd situated her in some room ( the freshly pressed coffee, flaky pastries and comfortable couches the only thing keeping her irritation in check ) and otherwise left to wait. cradling yet another cup of the steaming liquid to her chest, the woman was standing by the windows ⸻ blue hues observing the city below as it began to buzz with life, when the question startled her out of her thoughts. glancing over her shoulder, aiyla couldn't help the slight furrowing of her brow at the sight of the other supe, her gaze momentarily flickered behind the man ( curious if someone else might be trailing after him to brief them both ⸻ but even that would be an oddity, wouldn't it? she never dealt with the big faces up front ).

"i don't believe we've met." she eventually settles on, turning entirely to face him. "i've worked for vought a handful of years but i fear i'm not nearly as front facing as you are, sir. perhaps you've seen me in passing," the smile she offers him is light ( though it fails to meet her eyes ). "i ⸻ are we having a meeting? i haven't been told much since i arrived."

[vyrulent]

spooky starter call || @homelander-rp-blog

New York night life had been something Deacon Frost loved more than anything. He'd lived in every major city, but there was always something about New York City. It was his home away from home.

The smell of blood caught his attention. He'd been in the United States for a long while. He'd met many flavor of "hero". Blade had come to mind -- the annoying prick was always trying to cut into his plans.

The vampire heard the superhero's heart beating before. He could smell him before presence was made known.

"And here I thought it would be Blade," Deacon announced, his smile toothy, "Enjoying the club?"

[unburiedhatchet]

@homelander-rp-blog said "hello. this is the part where i kill you."

"Go ahead. Fuckin' do it." Michael grimaced, the words a hoarse growl. He'd found himself in this predicament several times before and if this happened to be the last time, it made no difference to him. His family was gone, Trevor hated him, and he was essentially just a puppet for the Feds. "Whether you kill me or not, Trevor's not gonna give you what you want anyway."

[atcmicbxtty]

@homelander-rp-blog sent: [DISCOVERY] - The sender finds the receiver rummaging through the fridge for a midnight snack.

It was late, very late. Betty should be in bed, but she couldn't sleep. She would climb out of bed and quietly sneak into the kitchen, making sure not to wake anyone up. Especially Homelander. She opened the fridge and grabbed the jar of blueberry jam and would grab some bread - time to make a jelly sandwich. As she finished prepping her snack, she poured herself a glass of water. Just as she about to put everything back - uh oh. There was Homelander - standing in the doorway.

"Uhm..." She would say, nervously looking down at the jar of jam she held in her grasp, flashing him a nervous grin. "S-Sorry...I was...hungry. Uhm...I hope I didn't wake you. Do...Would you like a jelly sandwich?"

[wildlcck]

JOHN (@homelander-rp-blog): "That man you got there all roped-up.. that's my bounty! Hand him over!"

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if she had a goddamn dime for every time something like this happened... well, she wouldn't need to be chasing down and roping fools here, there and everywhere, would she, now? a rough, gruff, humourless chuckle's spat from her at this, followed by a shake of her head. ❛ yer more than welcome to him, mister. ❜ drawing and thumbing the hammer of one cattleman, determination, provocation, an invitation, perhaps, something, glinting in her eyes. struck all of a sudden why it is that stray dogs'll tear your hand off over a hunk of rotten meat. ❛ soon as you've pried 'im from my cold, dead paws. you got a rattle you're lookin' to trade for this fool? seein' as you reckon i was born yesterday an' all! you ever heard the sayin', finders keepers? this charmer's all mine, blondie. ❜

[myriadxofxmuses]

WIP MEME FOR WRITERS !!

Fill out the form for your current WIP and tag your fellow writers to share the fun!

TAGGED BY: @heartxshaped-bruises (tysm <3)

TAGGING: @homelander-rp-blog , @lunarruled , @patwrites , @pcrfectillusicn , @reevezs (Idk if anyone has w.i.p.s, but I like all your stuff here and was curious.)

(WORKING) TITLE? Tbh, I have no idea. on a title yet. But I have technically two w.i.p.s that I need to get going on.

GENRE? Thriller, pschological, smidge of horror, romance, crime/apocalypse, hopelessness, bio-sci-fi.

THEMES? self-acceptance, love, obsession, prison/captivity /solitude, survival, founf family, science

MOODBOARD / AESTHETIC?

FIRST LINE / LAST LINE / FAVORITE LINE? Don't have one yet. 😳

CURRENT WORD COUNT? 0 I only have the ideas rn. And lots of bulleted lists for each.

ANY INSPIRATIONS? I'm high-key obsessed with the psychology of serial killers. So that plays a big part in the first w.i.p. I have. And for the other, it is common knowledge that I would love for the shit to hit the fan so the apocalypse would start. I'm a fucking weirdo who adores that kind of life - even though I know for a fact there would be more struggle for a lot of convienient things currently. So, for that one, I have it starting with as a biological pandemic, wiping out a majority of the world's population.

PLAYLIST / THEME SONG(S)? These are songs that I listen to in order to get into the head space for trying to get things started.

For my apocalyptic one:

The End of the World

Eleanor Rigby

Lost it all

For the serial killer one:

You're the one that I want

Comfortably Numb

The Wolf in your Darkest Room

ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS? Murder, death, prison, sexism, violence, abuse, torture, disease, panic, loss, etc.

[h-a-unted]

It's quiet, foggy, dark. The town is desolate, the only noise that of John's own footsteps as he approaches. The person standing in front of him now, in the middle of the road, not at all the one he was probably expecting.

"You seem disappointed, John. Not the butcher you were looking for?"

smol starter for @homelander-rp-blog (silent hill au kinda thing?)

[awkwardcourage]

"Starlight's boytoy.. tell me, how is she? She any good in bed?" His tone mocking | @homelander-rp-blog

A hot wave of fury and helplessness washed over Hughie, tingling down his spine. He could just about take insults about himself. For better or worse, he was used to bullies. He could take insults on the chin, mostly able to hide the hurt they caused; but coming for his girlfriend? He couldn't take that lying down; even if it was Homelander.

Was he an idiot for actually trying to stand up to someone who could laser him in half? Definitely, but his stupidity had never stopped him before. He met Homelander with a steeled, furious gaze. "Doesn't matter," he answered, his voice clipped and sharp. "You're never gonna find out."

[leagueofdccm]

  SHIP : STARLANDER

[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog plotted with T&M

Ah, fuck! Trevor was late. Knowing Michael, he'd probably go ahead with the heist and take all the money for himself. What a fuckwad friend. "Fuck you, Michael!" He shouted to the sky, slamming the car door shut after he'd pulled into the driveway of his trailer. "Gotta hurry, gotta fucking hurry."

Trevor ran to the trailer, yanked open the door, and grabbed a bag. "I need guns, alcohol, and oh...Mr. Raspberry Jam where the fuck are ya'?" He moved away from the bag to rummage around for the teddy bear. If he was leaving town for a while after this heist, he wasn't going to leave Mr. Raspberry Jam in Ron's care.

Unable to find the damn thing, he turned toward the door, halfway through shouting Ron's name when he saw the kid standing in the doorway. What was his name again? James? John? Fuck, Trevor didn't know all - or any really - of his neighbors names. "The fuck do you want, eh? Can't you see I'm in a fucking hurry?"

[inhumanhacker]

@homelander-rp-blog

Unlike most of the Seven, Skye tried hard to keep positive, to keep genuinely helping others. Most of the Seven didn't scare her, she knew she could take them on, but Homelander was different and while he hadn't so far had a problem with her activities outside of what Voight wanted to gather on film she didn't want to risk it.

So when she was called to a meeting in the board room she became nervous, especially as Homelander was the only other present in the room.

"Homelander, hey. Uh, you wanted to see me?"

[bcntbouquet]

didn't know "cobweb" existed but volker insists i watch it so he can simp for his bf <3

[angelfacedarling]

For my sweet @homelander-rp-blog ! I couldn’t pick a favorite- and I’ll be making them prettier a little later on. Here you go!

Our sweet Misty and John 💕

Made by me! @angelfacedarling

[gollldrush]

@homelander-rp-blog sent: "Hey I know you.. I think I've seen you around, are you that new girl?" high school au!

“What?” Leo’s pulled from her thoughts, jumping slightly at the sound of someone’s voice. “Oh! Yeah, yes. That would be me.”

The apple she’s holding in her hand is nervously fidgeted from palm to palm. For the most part, she’d kept her head down, not very interested in making new friends here. The move had been hard – transitioning to a new school even harder. And with her mother always away, chasing after some new boyfriend, she’d pretty much kept to herself.

“Yeah, I think we have… English together? Maybe?” She’d seen him somewhere, though right now she couldn’t place it. “Mrs… uh, oh gosh. Mrs. Roberts’ class?”