A Train - Blog Posts
I drew Trixie as A-Train to celebrate Valentine's Day heheheha
ᝰ.ᐟStreet racer!Sae
UGHH dont even play with me, this took 8 hrs to make. But anyways, here's street racer sae.
Idk why his earring is so damn bright. That shit blinding. (It was meant to be a snake, it looks like a gummy worm)
I'm not usually a fan of my drawing but idk.. theres smth about sae 😫. Also if anyone DOES like my art, I'm going to post another vr of this on my visuals acc, cause idk which one looked better and I didnt want to put both. You can find the 2 versions here.
Also thank u, kenzie for showing me sae in a suit, which inspired the suit he's wearing rn 🙏
Idm if anyone uses it. Just give me credit
I see no difference........
everything will be fine.
усе буде добре.
🚞
When he makes you laugh during sex and then you feel his hands tighten on your hips and his jaw clenches, muttering a stiff “ease up,” while he tries to stop himself from cumming early because “if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’ll cum.”
The moment his tongue slid across your folds, shivers ran down your spine, leaving you utterly pliant and completely at his mercy. His earlier hesitation was gone, replaced by a primal hunger as he eagerly explored every inch of your glistening slit.
The taste of you was intoxicating and he drank you in, his tongue moving greedily, savouring your arousal. In that moment, if you had asked for the stars, he would have plucked them from the sky just to please you.
He tightened his grip on your thighs, dragging you down against his face. His hot, wet tongue lavished your clit, gently sucking and nipping at your most sensitive spot, coating his face with your juices. The rhythm of his licks and the vibrations of his moans left you gasping and writhing, every stroke pushing you closer to the edge.
As you neared climax, you pulled away and straddled his chest, panting heavily,
“I want to finish with you inside-” You breathed out, leaving him disoriented and bewildered as he stared up at you, his face drenched in your essence in the most obscene, beautiful way.
Who were you thinking about while reading this?
Analyzing The Abilities of Characters From The Boys Pt. IV
🫀A-Train🫀
From the fastest man alive to one of America’s most wanted, A-Train/Reggie has known nothing but stress and urgency his entire life. Despite his relatively laid back demeanor he leads with most of the time, under the surface of his douchey jock persona is a vulnerable and terrified individual. Him being a speedster seems to be the result of the Compound V (acting as a form of instant evolution for most patients) giving him the ability to escape gunfire by outrunning the bullets when he was younger. This story foreshadows his future, with the issues he’s constantly outrunning increasing in severity until the shift from internal struggles of addiction and balancing his public persona with his personal love of Popclaw, to external survival issues like Homelander and the rest of Vought.
His redemption arc plays itself out to juxtapose The Deep. While both characters harmed Hughie/Annie deeply in the first episode alone, A-Train goes on to feel remorse and even tries to make up for it. He risks his life by being the leak in order to make amends for everything he’s done. The fact that he saw Ashley as someone worth saving meant something remarkably significant to me about how their characters both feel trapped at Vought despite the tremendous power they both wield. Ashley’s quite literally the CEO of one of the most influential corporations on the planet, and yet she behaves like a cockroach, even at times being reduced to crawling on the floor to appease Homelander when attempting to leave the room. A-Train is the fastest man alive, and yet he feels powerless to put an end to Vought’s tyranny up until the end of S4. When he finally strikes The Deep and makes it evident that they are two opposite sides of what once was the same coin, he revealed to the audience that regardless of having Blue Hawk’s heart beating in his chest, his heart’s still in the right place. Ultimately, it’s this desperation to right his wrongs and “escape” his still potentially deadly fate that make me view his speed as being a fitting ability for his character to inherit.
@everyone:
🧿: BYE, why is nobody talking about this scene? LMAO A-TRAIN FACE, HELP THE GIRL IN THE END, LOOKING AT HER DAD IS HILARIOUS. LMAOO I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT.
THE BOYS
Valentine’sDayDrabbles/Headcanons. - Homelander, Soldier Boy, Black Noir
MySolider - Soldier boy x reader
Morality- Homelander x reader
Myprerogative- Homelander x reader
Myprerogative pt2 - Homelander x reader
“Christmas Magic" - Homelander x reader
Dolor - Black Noir x reader
Country girl - firecracker x reader
Ik it ain’t valentines day anymore but can we have a valentines day pt2 with butcher, frenchie and a-train?? Ps i love how you write. Always so accurate :)
Part 2 of the Valentines Drabbles/Headcanons - requested >3
n.o.t.e.s - Since it's still February, we're still in the month of love !>3 P.S thank you so much anon, I'm really happy that you enjoy my writing! >3
w.a.r.n - Some nsfw, fluff, and just pure love.
w.c - 686
Billy butcher
❀ Billy would surprise you with flowers like roses, a box of chocolates, sweets, and a bunch of valentines-themed and your favorite biscuits.
❀ He would definitely surprise you with a homemade dinner (It he is a good cook ngl).
❀ You guys would spend valentines day watching a movie, snuggling each other for warmth, as you guys would just enjoy both of each other's company.
❀ He would definitely take you on a good date, with just the two of you, it wouldn't be like a fancy restaurant but like a comfortable, family-type restaurant, just a casual one.
❀ He would gift you your favorite flowers or a cute necklace.
❀ To be honest, I feel like even with butcher's strong guy facade, I feel like he is just a soft baby, that just needs love.
NSFW
❀ Billy would definitely be into vanilla (BUT HEAR ME OUT) He would be really vulnerable with you, it would really give the same energy as how butcher found Rebecca.
❀ He would handle you with care, like your a piece of glass, he just doesn't want to lose you like Rebecca. He would take his time with you also, and coax you.
❀ Passion sex with you, #handlewithcare >3
❀ The butcher would be into a breeding kink, like making his little family with you like after he handles Vought. Just the both of you and your children living in a comfortable house, just basking with each other until death.
❀ Aside from being vanilla, he would also be dominant yk, being that fellow that would take anywhere, I swear, idk he would just be a freak tbh.
Frenchie
✿ Now Frenchie would definitely surprise you with all your favorite things flowers and chocolates.
✿ He would surprise you with your favorite dinner, and also surprise you with breakfast in bed, and also would just surround you with love and hugs + cuddles :)
✿ Frenchie would just serenade you with songs and give some pet names and fawning words in french.
✿ Frenchie would have a little date with you in your apartment, with a candle-lit romantic dinner, with you guys basking in each other's love and presence.
Nsfw
✿ Frenchie would be into vanilla sex, I feel he wouldn't be dominant like that, maybe vulnerable (?) with passion.
✿ He would definitely love when you ride him, that shit would just make him go crazy tbh.
✿ Frenchie would just love when you handle him, you would be the romantic one in the relationship. I feel he would definitely be into some voyeurism, idk I feel he would be a secret freak tbh.
✿ He would love getting head from you, would def make him go crazy and zooming fr.
A-train
✽ He would surprise you with flowers and your favorite thing, just the same valentine's thing you would surprise anyone with, he would also buy you a necklace and some of your favorite shoes or clothes (or anything else)! >3
✽ He would watch a romantic maybe scary movie with you, as you guys cuddle.
✽ Take you out to a restaurant, (he would definitely don't know how to cook), and he would surprise you with some gifts and goods.
✽ He would also slow dance with you as your guy's favorite song plays in the background as you guys give each other loving stares and pet names + cues.
Nsfw
✽ Okay, first let's first forget and pretend that a-train does not have a foot fetish and liked his toes getting sucked, but if you're into that, you can do you, I don't judge yk. 😳
✽ He would definitely be a freak, be into voyeurism maybe even exhibitionism, like imagine you both getting ready for your dinner date, and he is just really horny and take you on your dresser.
✽ Your just fucked out with blissed, basking in the moment of pleasure. -and he's just like asking to suck his toes (jk) or unless.
✽ We know a-train is a freak tbh, he wouldn't mind being vanilla with you.
My prerogative
n.o.t.e.s - Sorry for being inactive for the past weeks :c
w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, the reader being disrespected on, a chainsaw man reference, gore topics, organs.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader (kind of?)
w.c. - 1637
Another day at Vought INC, you were sitting in your office writing up a storm in a document. You worked in the PR team for Vought superheroes.
Today was an especially hard day.
First, wake up late because of your alarm clock, then your phone is not even fucking charging.
Then if that wasn't good enough, being late to the train and then walking to work in heels that were 30 mins away. Then coming back to this hellhole for your boss to give you a horrible time at work.
As you were here fucking slaving away on your computer, your thought running around your head, it was hard to come with the concept for that experiment that you call heroes.
Not that you had any aggression with any of the superheroes except with The deep, translucent, and demon you call America's golden boy, Homelander. As you were typing on your computer in your small office, your boss walked up to you, clicking her heels annoying; not like you had an anger issue, but when you saw her, everything in your body rang anger.
"Y/N, your last idea was interesting, needless to say. I don't think that having Queen Maeve and Starlight helping out, survivors of Cyclone Idai, wouldn't be a good pitch. Think, Feminism, think two women showing the world that women can do anything." she slams the paper you worked hard on onto your desk, tapping down on the paper.
"What do you mean?" you responded to her interesting comments.
"What I said, a feminist is the topic" she exaggerate her hands and clasped her hand.
"Sure," your eyes twitched as you picked up the paper she placed on the desk.
As she walked out of your office, she yelled out, "-And make sure it is good this time!" the final comment made you crush the paper in your hand and throw it on the wall.
"What the hell does feminism do with superheroes" you mumbled yourself. Swiping a piece of your hair to the side of your ears, moving closer to the computer, and thinking about some ideas. Needless you say, you were fricking annoyed by the comments your boss said.
Bite at your lip, till it drew some blood. It was getting tiring, trying to live a normal life, was tiring, you thought of your choices when you were 12 between staying in the lab or escaping, but you glad that you are able to escape that hellhole than being monitored for 24 hrs, and ending to be doll being on display.
But ironic that you landed a job at the same brand you escaped. You wanted a breather from being locked up in your small office; besides that, your break was coming in, standing up and stretching your neck and your body. Walking out of your office, going to the elevator.
As you were walking down, getting pushed by two dickhead of Vought employees, they responded by saying to watch where you were walking.
The disrespect you were getting from this company was crazy. While you enter the elevator, pressing the 25th floor, where the company Starbucks was, you need some Caffeine to boost your mood and energy, even though Dunkin Donuts was better than the overpriced coffee store.
Standing the side of the elevator lending to the walls, as you scrolled on your phone while the elevator was going down. the elevator music chiming in.
Your eyes was still laid on your phone, you didn't notice the person that came into the elevator, not taking your eyes on off, until your eyes look at the familiar cape, it was red, white and blue.
Making quick eye contact with the person you dread meeting on top of that, Homelander.
But out of all the elevators in the building, why the heck would he take the elevator taken by lowly Vought employees? Getting off the wall, straightening yourself up.
He walked in with his hand behind his back.
The music chimed in and played through; your body was tense by his immediate presence, and the elevator door closed.
You wished that the elevator would go faster as you stared at the floor indicator with the lowering numbers of the floor going down. You should help it, but your heart was pumping out of your chest.
"So, I heard you got a promotion, Y/N." the comment he said caught you off guard, 'The Fuck' and you just stared at him.
Besides the point, he said that, your promotion was literally 6 months ago.
"Quiet, aren't we?" he looked you in the eye, and you soon pulled away.
"Thank you, Sir," you responded, not bothering to correct him. Now you were begging that time would go faster, biting down on your lip.
The elevator so coming down to the 25th floor, and he soon slapped his arm on the control panel breaking it and catching himself off caught.
Faster than you can even react, he grabbed your neck, pinning you to the elevator wall, leaving you shocked to even react.
An ominous chuckle erupted from him, "You honestly got everyone else fooled, but not me at all, Y/N."
You were scared for your life inside that elevator, there nobody here, and there was no one to hear you scream at all. "W-what, do you mean" you stared at him, your legs were trembling.
"Your not normal at all, you're more than having a lowly lifestyle. You are a god like me" he grabs your face and squishes it.
You help but stare at him; you have a hard time responding to him; even if you tried doing something, your chances of being slayed by him would be high.
"What?" the word slipped out of your mouth, you were wondering how he know, but I guess you can't hide anything from Homelander; if you were to lie, you would probably just die right there.
"Don't fuck with me, Y/N." he barked at you, his hand breaking inside the elevator wall. Your eyes felt wet, and tears were escaping you. Your lips were trembling.
"Don't fucking turn soft on me now." He yelled at you, "Just admit it, don't lie to me."
"O-okay, I am one" you mumbled, he released his grip on you and pressed the button on the elevator panel, as he stood away from you in his original spot.
You fell down on the floor, breathing heavily, as you put your face in your hand.
The elevator door opened, "Cut that crying crap up; it not working on me at all," he mumbled as he exited the elevator, with his hand behind his back in a military position.
The feeling of getting to Starbucks left your mind; the only thing you could hear in the elevator was music as the elevator closed; you just wanted to get out of this building.
Walking out of the tall building, it was accordingly 8:45 pm when you exited the building. Unfornutaly for you, your day was only getting worse; it started raining on you, soon drenching your body in water.
'Just my day..' you mumbled out
A terrific day for you since it was just sunny outside, and you didn't bother to bring one of your jackets with you, but that's just New York weather. Grabbing your bag and using it as a protection shield for your head, you ran to the train station to catch it from its left.
Entering the station, your body was drenched in water head to toe; as the sound of your soaking wet clothes made a 'plop' sound, you moved to the scanner, swiping your MetroCard into it. The gate opening allows you to enter the waiting area of the train.
The screeching sound of the train came halting at the station. The door opened, allowing the people inside to get out; you grabbed your stuff and entered as you sat down, waiting for your stop.
30 MINUTES LATER
Lucky for you, the rain wasn't as bad when you exited work. You were walking to your apartment complex; your clothes were less drenched than before but still had some moister.
It got way darker than before; you were walking down the street. You live a little far away from the Vought building, and you usually take some shortcuts to make your journey less. As you looked in the alleyway, you dismissed the idea from your mind, the time for using a shortcut was way too risky.
"HEY, LADY!" a masculine voice yelled, ringing in your ears.
"Just my luck," you muttered as you turned to the voice. "Give me all your money," the mysterious man said, holding a pocket knife and wearing all black.
"No," you responded to him.
"Do you want to die right now? Just give me your fucking purse, or I'll stab you in the fucking neck," he yelled, walking towards you.
"Maybe, but do you know what is even better than money" you walked towards the mysterious figure, throwing your bag onto the floor.
"Your life," you made a gun sign with one of your men and pointed towards him "bang" soon, the man's chest, stomach, and abdomen area were blasted off and sprayed on the wall. His head had a confused expression, and as his head landed on the floor, his legs fell down as well. It was a pure, clean cut; his organ was destroyed by the blast, and the red liquid was everywhere on the street.
His blood was sprayed on some of your clothes as you grabbed your bag from the dirty floor and walked away from the massacre of the man's body.
You didn't know it, but someone was following you as he popped out from his invisible trick. Translucent face had a scared expression etched on it as he looked at the gory display on the floor. The mysterious man's blood trickled down the street to the road.
"What the hell" he covered his mouth at the killing. Pulling out his mouth, testing the head of the seven, a message saying, "It 's the real deal."
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One sided Homelander x Alien Reader
So my last post got some attention and I was a little unsatisfied with the lack of dialogue so I wanted to fix that. Here's part 2.
On the edge of a balcony stood a young girl with partially dyed hair. Her nose is pointy, her eyes brown, and her skin was quite clear. She kept looking over the balcony, maybe contemplating something. Who knew what she was thinking or what she was gonna do.
You carefully landed a meter behind her, your hair falling down on your face before braiding itself into a single ponytail. The up do one.
"Yo!" the girl turned around to see you. "Chelsea, is it?"
"Don't come any closer." she warned.
"Okay." You obeyed, observing her. You sensed uncertainty, a little bit of annoyance- impatience. You started tapping your foot, waiting for her to do or say something, even though you just arrived. You honestly couldn't help yourself.
"You're gonna jump aren't you? Why is it taking so long?" you said innocently.
"Huh?"
She was startled. You mentally kicked your own curiousness, face palmed feeling embarrassed.
"Sorry, it's just that you seem hesitant. People who commit suicide don't hold back, and they carry a heavy feeling in their hearts, from what I remember anyway. Besides, what is your afterlife like? Humans have a lot of rules to follow in life and I'm pretty sure killing yourself means instant damnation."
"I'm Jewish."
"Oh, then you're lucky that Stormfront's still missing." you unconsciously licked your lips.
Chelsea noticed something and looked down, only to find her vision turned around but still facing you.
"What the fu- oh my god!" she screamed, trying her best to find her ankle which had your hair wrapped around it. "Put me down! Put me down!"
"You don't seem the least bit distraught." you said, ignoring her sudden fear. Your hair brought her closer to you, lifting her up above the ground so that you could have a better look at her face. In response she only stared into your eyes with panic while screaming in terror. "I guess that's a good thing." you say to yourself.
"Please put me down!"
"I will, my direct orders were to fly you down to safety. I would leave you up here but the more I think about it there is a chance you'll actually follow through with your original objective."
Your hair let go of Chelsea, and she fell into your arms. Had you let her drop onto the ground her neck would've cracked. Your hair started moving in a helicopter motion. (This is probably the only reason I gave her this ability)
You landed on the ground with a little stumble that was harsher than usual due to the extra weight, and your hair didn't feel like using multiple ponytails.
Cameras zoomed towards you, people were cheering you, only some of them checking on Chelsea. You spotted Ashley who appeared very content and happy, the kind where she accomplished something.
"Are we making a film? Is this a documentary?" you asked her, feigning stupidity.
"Something like that. Gosh you looked so amazing coming down- blah blah blah."
You listened to her babble, preparing yourself for whatever request they had next for you.
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You walked through Vought with nothing much on your mind other than finding Starlight. You occasionally waved to the workers who did their usual shift or at least tried to, you were holding a smoothie in both hands.
"Hey [Name], congratulations on saving Chelsea."
Your hair immediately went on attack mode, the tip pointing at Homelander's neck as if ready to cut him.
"Sorry about that, it seems to have a mind of its own. I would pull it off but my hands are full." you showed him the smoothies.
He gently took the smoothies from you, and you petted the braid attached to your scalp. "What's wrong? There's nothing to be angry about, calm down." you cooed at it softly in you mother tongue.
From the corner of your eye Homelander subtly rolled his own eyes. "Whose drinks are these?"
You smiled brightly at him, "One is for me, the other is Starlight's."
Something in his eyes darkened. "Ah, Starlight." he mused.
"Aye. She's so pretty that I want to spoil her as much as I can. And she's so brilliant and smart, she's an icon to all the girls who need someone to look up to."
"Right." he took a sip from one of them
"Hey." You snatched it from him. "You didn't even ask if you could try it, and it's not a milkshake." you inspected the cup, trying to guess how much he drank.
"Why didn't you ask me? Do you want milk? I can get you one."
His expression altered from your sudden kindness and you sensed triumph, "Yes, milk will be nice. Let's get it together."
"Okay. We can do that later." you took the other drink from him. "By the way, aren't you supposed to be playing... what is it called? Kissy face with Stormfront?"
You sensed discomfort, "She's still missing."
"Aye, I forgot about that." you took a sip of your drink. "I'm off, see you."
Me to your alien reader fic
Me to your alien reader fic
Yes, that is what I was going for but I'm unfortunately too soft and I rushed everything, eager to share it on this website. I mean she's an alien for crying out loud, it's alright to make them naive but I want a gruesome sense of curiosity. I wanted her to not make sense, and at times be contradictory. I took some notes from Neferpitou's character when writing the reader.
Getting back on track, when she killed Stormfront she took the chance to let her urges get the best of her. The need to put anything that moves in your mouth and see if it's edible like a matchstick.
Reader herself is not a human but a creature so I wanted to treat her like one. She's unearthly, an unending mystery that has a whole bunch of stories the more you cut her open. She can live up to 1000s if not 100s of years, we do not know how long she's been a baby among those years. A lot of people don't realise she is a child yet get surprised when she does many mature things as if a part of them knows. She's so young yet so old.
She has the desire to make as many people happy as she can but will welcome any disadvantages. She doesn't mean any harm, but will switch between holding back and using her natural instincts if she finds it fitting for the situation. She needs to be overpowered but in a way where only another unearthly thing can counter it. She's willing to turn into a monster for the people she loves and will grow to care about (Starlight, Kimiko, ect.).
I'm into the whole sweet, innocent reader having a terrifying side. And by terrifying, I mean Adult Gon levels of terrifying, especially if the reader is a monster or mythical being of some kind.
It's something I rarely come across and I wrote that simply for the sake of feeding my own desire.
Hope you enjoyed it though, any other thoughts you would like to share?
One-sided Homelander x Alien reader
So this was based on a story written by @operation-619, while it was cool to read I was a little disappointed. Not at the story itself but kind of at the character/reader that she wrote out. This isn't to say what she wrote was terrible but... I honestly wanted more of something. I suggest you read that story though, it's Homelander x reader if my memory is correct. It is a recent post if my memory is correct so it shouldn't be hard to find. To be fair, my story isn't so good I just wanted a chaotic reader I guess.
If anyone's wondering I took inspiration from JJBA, HxH, and Invincible. Apologies about the lack of dialogue and the amount of description and expedition. It was just things I was looking forward to seeing in the story. No, the reader doesn't have the same powers as Homelander... well she can't fly, I thought the scenario of reader having the exact same powers would be boring.
I was thinking of a black reader but then I wondered about readers who aren't black and just put foreign reader.
When you came down to Earth you weren't really sure what to expect other than the stories that were given by your elders, passed down to generations whether you were a student, a neighbour, or a family member. The humans were not animals so you couldn't contemplate eating anyone.
It was easy to adapt, quickly learning languages just by hearing a few sentences, growing accustomed to the environment. You received strange looks, specifically being stared at every 5 minutes. (Think 80s Chisato Moritaka).
The technology was different, used in a way that you weren't familiar with. The clothes were kind of similar, but the materials were easy to tear apart so you stuck to your own clothes. Your spaceship was surprisingly hard to hide, it was easy to access since you accidentally disabled the lock. You didn't ask your parents for help out of fear of them giving you an earful about being irresponsible.
Everyone you came across was like an ant, the supes were spiders. The funny thing about ants is that you have to scrape them to kill them properly, many underestimate how strong they are. Simply stepping on them isn't enough, and yet you find yourself saving them. So often that you were being recorded, the kids that lived near flung to you, asking all sorts of questions. Taking pictures where you flexed your muscles at the camera. While they were not sure whether or not they should take you seriously whenever you spoke about your planet and wore your strange clothes, it felt good to be around these humans.
On your planet you are a mere child with centuries to learn. Having a desire to impress your parents, entering competitions to show how capable you are. But you were young and very easy to take down, so you spend most of your teenage-hood exploring different planets.
Everyone on your planet has the same trait: Speed, strength, and then one ability that defines you from everyone else. For you it was your hair, it seemed to have a mind of its own at times. It would be short one second and then overwhelmingly long the next. If you braided it then it would become snake-like. Your hair was strong enough to break buildings and there were a lot of occasions where you used it to fly. You mastered the art of learning how to detangle each strand so you never worried about getting them stuck.
You and your people were powerful, and still found the need to improve themselves, however. Testing each other's might, and fighting was simply a game. Evil was rare, an action that happened but wasn't so recent. Bruises weren't new and they would go away before you knew it. But it wasn't the same for these humans.
There was so much otherness. The bad kind. Robberies, murders and the like, it was almost vomit worthy but you stayed. Curious to see what else you would find on this problematic planet.
That's when Vought approached you, introducing you to the 7. They told you how "superheroes should stick together", and how "you will fit so well here". Your costume, while perplexing to some was everything to you. You remembered when you were at the fitting and threw a tantrum at the bikini the costume department prepared for you. If your mother ever caught wind of you in such a thing you wouldn't be allowed to travel to any planet ever again, so you stuck to your battle suit. (minus the jewellery)
Since then you were given the name Mighty Ase (pronounced ah-she), an old Norse name meaning 'god-like' or 'goddess'. Everyone knew your real name thanks to the teenagers that took pictures with you so you didn't understand the whole alias thing. Why were the 7 ashamed of letting people know who they were yet were okay with everyone knowing their face? Again, another Earth concept you didn't understand but would in time.
Overall, you completed tasks to save people, stop crime and protect the good side of humanity. You would visit children, be a mascot at charities, and you never had a problem with anyone. Everyone was happy. It was exciting... sort of.
A-Train: Fast but you knew your sister was much faster. Speed was nothing new and you genuinely wondered why that was anything special. The way he handled people reminded you of that time you accidentally killed a poor dog while petting it, the difference is that he wasn't so caring.
Starlight: Good as she is beautiful. Her presence was mostly honest and you couldn't help but admire her kindness and passion to do the right things. You didn't sense anything off about her, when she was upset then you were upset, knowing it was for the right reasons. She only told you why sometimes but whatever battle she was fighting wasn't for you to get involved in. You were still new and she didn't want to scare you or put you on edge just yet.
Queen Maeve: Older women in general set you on edge so you avoided talking to her. She was alright, but if you were bullet proof then so was everyone on your planet. She also gave you off vibes.
Deep Sea: Could he really talk to fish? You had the appetite for jellyfish and wondered if he could snag you some but he would never be up for it. It was safe to say that he didn't like you.
Black Noir: Quiet. Boring. You've seen children with better stealth.
Stormfront: You sensed dislike. A strong dislike that was almost unimaginable. Hate? Is that what that is? But why? You didn't do anything to her, but it was safe to say the feeling was mutual. If things got worse you could always consider eating her and being done with it. Besides that, a little lightning never hurt. You recall being struck a few times in your younger days, your father's training.
Homelander: In human years he was old enough to be your father's age. While his laser beams were impressive he used it too often, and even you knew such laziness was not to be tolerated. You remembered when the school bully lasered your arm, it took 2 months to heal. After 10 decades they weren't as effective and you grew strong enough to catch those lasers. How bothersome to be reminded of her of all people. When you met Homelander there may have been two things you did wrong. Since he was a supe you believed you didn't have to hold back when you both shook hands, you greeted him as you would anyone else. There was something wrong with this, yet he was super nice to you, and you guessed that it had to do with the fact that he must've known you were a teenager. Babying you and offering to take you to places, which you did enjoy most of the time but also dismissed to do other things. You sensed tension between him and Starlight though, so you kept your distance.
Homelander would find any way to grow close to you. To impress you. You pretended not to mind him but the way he handled things is similar to that of a sloppy child that tried to assure everyone that it knew what it was doing. The way he held himself was like an actor playing a character for the screen. Even his smile was strange. Perhaps you were so used to honesty that you couldn't calculate if someone was lying.
Not to slander them but there was something wrong that you weren't getting. Things were not adding up, and finally you went on the internet. You decided to use the primitive phones to do something other than calling for once. Once you gathered everything you confronted Starlight, that's when she told you everything.
You were oblivious. Vought took extra precautions to make sure you didn't discover the facade. You didn't watch the news and it was clear that they used that to their advantage. You were a great asset, if anything potentially happened to Homelander then you would replace him. You were great with people, were nice to the employees, and you never bothered anyone or made things hard.
Except you did.
You knelt down to the body of Stormfront, your fellow 7. Formerly. You licked the blood off your bloody hands and spat it out, taking a careful inspection at your sharp nails that grew from the bloodlust. From your peripheral vision you could make out Kimiko approaching you hesitantly.
You ignored her, your hair poking at the body. You strangely didn't feel sad, you were glad. You felt justice- no, it felt like a justifiable thing to do. This is how it's done on your home planet. Take the trouble maker, then exterminate.
"Sorry for intruding. Kimiko, was it?" you said, standing up straight and holding your hand out to her. "I heard you were a friend of Annie, I was wondering if I could help. Don't worry about the damage, my people will have it sorted out."
You'll also sort out Vought.