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hi, i'm jamie!
i write and draw sporadically. I really like snails and Homelander, be warned. I don't do commissions as of now, however!
If you have a writing or drawing request throw it at me! Especially if it's homelander related, can't seem to get enough of that guy. (It is snail mail for a reason though)
feel free to interact with me anytime, i'll be here! (Rn I'm on a bit of a writing hiatus)
ao3 | art tag | writing tag
dee! i had this thought and i just had to share itโฆโฆ iโm thinking about homelander with a gf who likes to color.
at first he thinks itโs ridiculously childish (โseriously? what are you, 6?โ โitโs good for you! it calms the mind!โ) but you just look so cute doing it when your face is all focused and it did seem to be relaxing for you. plus, the finished product was always far better than he expected it to be and you really had a really knack for bringing the pictures to life.
youโd rip pages out for him and hid them places to surprise him with and heโd always do his best to keep the rest of the team from seeing them because the last thing he wanted was a train to see it and tell everyone. he canโt have people thinking youโve made him go soft.
he of course buys you the most expensive pencils and markers and one time when youโre at the supermarket, you see a โdawn of the sevenโ coloring book next to all the candy bars by the register and bring it home.
youโre all excited to show it to him and heโs immediately thrown off guard once he sees the semi-colored in suit of maeve on the page instead of the usual cute girlie rainbow-bullshit pages you usually color. โthey make these?โ he flips through the book, unpleased with how little he appears in it. itโs a smaller book, sure, only about 40 pages as opposed to the jumbo books you normally colored in, but stillโ only about 20% of it had him in it and that wasnโt gonna do.
immediately he purchases every โhomelanderโ themed book he can find and brings them to youโ watching you even more closely as you doodle in the details of his suit and it just feeds his ego and love for you. plus, now he can proudly carry around a little homelander picture his precious girl colored for him.
this is coming at a perfect time just as I've gotten back into colouring ๐ I got one of those cutesy colouring books that are all over amazon and I totally see I'd be getting teased to all hell for it (BUT ITS FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
The most important thing here is that Homelander will from now on be my walking credit card. And entire new set of coloured pencils? "Of course, honey." All of the copic sketch markers? "Get whatever you want, go nuts."
HEAVEN IM TELLING YOU!!!
I do love how much of a lovingly condescending asshole he can be. Like aw shucks isn't it so cute that his gf has her silly little hobbies. I'm just such a good boyfriend providing her with everything she wants. (but also why do they not include me ๐ ๐ ๐ )
(I'd have to secretly colour other things in secret so I don't get fed up with the red/blue/gold combo ๐ OR just design new suits for him.
"Why do I look like a watermelon." ๐คจ
"I thought the pink and green would bring out your eyes.")
I personally really dislike online order, pickup in-store options and self checkouts. yes it's convenient, and great for people with anxiety, it has it's perks! I'm not saying i want it all gone, but the way we're shifting to be entirely antisocial and cutting out all interaction- especially with such integral aspects of life we depend on- cannot be good.
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."
2068 words. Hurt/comfort, and a bit of fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.
Your relationship going public is a lot harder to deal with than you thought.
It's official, your relationship with Homelander has been exposed. After months of hiding behind Vought's watchful eyes to keep it a secret, they finally caught on to your schemes with one accidental slip-up. And with the cat out of the bag, that meant announcing you to the world. Homelander hasn't had many romances in the past, but all of them were treated more as a social media exhibition rather than something intimate. You understand it's not something your boyfriend has any control over; Vought makes all the decisions when it comes to marketing the leader of The Seven, and they know how to drum up clicks and views.
At Homelander's insistence, the Vought board agreed for your debut to the masses to be more downplayed than when he dated Maeve and there were practically parades in the streets. A small group of photographers would be waiting for the two of you to leave the Tower to take some candid shots, a few quick poses before you fly off back to the penthouse to decompress.
However, when the fateful night arrives and you two walk out of the main entrance holding hands, the gathering is quite a lot larger than what was agreed on. The photographers Vought hired must have let slip their tantalizing information, and the word spread like wildfire. There are hundreds of strangers surrounding you, blocking any chance of a quick exit as they flash their cameras directly in your face. The paparazzi are pushing to the front with their microphones, invading your personal space and clamouring to absorb all they can for their soon-to-be-published articles.
*watching one guy torture another guy to the brink of death* ive always loved how they love
it's fingers in his wound wednesday
craving the kind of intimacy that requires surgical tools
Someone give me access to Homelander's card please. Money doesn't buy happiness, my ass.
