#hightechgenius

[adashofheroism]

Multimuse superhero rp blog. Sideblog to goodheartedfool and written by Niko. Low activity.

Previously found on: nerdybirdboy, heroprogeny, concertedlysuper & hightechgenius

[nerdybirdboy]

IMPORTANT

I hate doing this and I love all my muses, but I barely have energy to exist, so I'm going to put most of my muses on an unknown length hiatus (and I'm going to try and force myself to not activate them again no matter how much I'm missing them until I actually have energy for them, since it's not fair for them, me or you). I'm sorry about this and I know some of you might be disappointed, but I have to do this and it's not something I'm doing lightly.

WILL REMAIN ACTIVE

Francis @heroprogeny

Nathanael @goodheartedfool

Tim @nerdybirdboy

Yoyo @concertedlysuper

HIATUS

Barry @lovepoweredspeed

Bruce Banner @angrophobicscientist

Bruce Wayne @assortedsouls

Johnny @demondosha

Tony @hightechgenius

Once again, I'm sorry for doing this, but I really have to. I can't keep up with all these muses no matter how much I want to. Will and love is not enough this time.

[hcwardstcrk]

                               @hightechgenius asked:         The landing was hard & had it not been for his         armor, he would've died, but that was nothing         new. What was new was the scrambled feeling         of his mind. It was like someone had ran his brain        through a blender and then poured it back inside        his head again. "Rhodey?" The comm was dead,        not even static, but his suit still had basic power.        Groaning, he tried to sit up, making the world spin        & tilt dangerously. That's when he noticed the small        group of people. Old-time dressed people. What                                                  the fuck?

Howard was having some strong words with an old man. One that he didn’t particularly want to see or even hear speak. So it was somewhat of a BLESSING when something came out of the sky and dropped in the park. Both his attention and the man’s were drawn over towards where the body suit - armour? - lay. It instantly produced an air of caution and fear among the bystanders. The last time they saw something like this, it was most likely, a bomb. There were words spoken, only some of which caught Howard’s attention; ‘is this one of Stark’s?’, ‘the Nazis are here!’. 

Howard, with a glance to the man, gave a sigh and pushed by him. He wasn’t exactly familiar with that technology, but damn did it look rough. Whatever it was meant to do - if it was harmful - hadn’t worked. And then- then it sat up. He came to a careful stop. Was someone in there?

The murmurings got louder as a crowd gathered. It was a split decision, and while he wasn’t sure if it would help or hinder, he decided to throw it all in for this. He moved by and placed himself between him and Tony, smiling that public smile he was known for. “I apologies, ladies and gentlemen. This wasn’t supposed to be revealed to the public. My colleague is on his way to get you to all sign waivers; you are NOT to spread what you’ve seen here to anyone, or you will be seen as a spy and judged accordingly. Got it? Lookin’ at you, sunshine.” He gave a small, cocky smile at one of the ladies, who blushed in return.

Howard lingered, and it seemed to portray the message to everyone around him to start dispersing. As soon as most of them had continued to go about their own business, he turned, approaching the last few feet to Tony and kneeling down in front of him. “Hey, if you turn out to be an enemy then I’m not going to be happy.” He said, making a point to look into his ‘eyes?’. He hesitated for a few moments and then he reached out to take the suited hand. “Come on. We gotta get you out of here before you attract anymore attention. I have a car around the corner. Can you walk?”

[gatecoeur]

hightechgenius needs a hideout

“Okay, whoawhoawhoa, slow down,” Arelette started, before sighing loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You did WHAT now?”

{ @hightechgenius }

[isavethem]

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Every @ I get, I have to tag someone I love/look up to

@hightechgenius Ezra is amazing. A skilled and intelligent writer. Thoroughly understands all of their muses and is able to portray that characterization so divinely. Plus, they are a lot of fun to talk to ooc and have honestly helped me calm down from anxiety attacks a few times. They are brilliant and I love them dearly.

@intothewildseaRini is also amazing. I’ve been bothering them for years now. So creative and so excited about their muses. Their descriptions and headcannons are to die for. They’re so wonderful to talk to ooc. Sweet and understanding. I love them dearly too.

@righteousradical(Is this cheating? I feel like it’s cheating somehow lol)Jinji is amazing too. We don’t always talk a lot but when we do it always puts a smile on my face. They are a brilliant writer. They rip my heart out and put it back so easily. Not just because of their ideas but how they write them out. They are lovely and, shocking no one, I love them dearly.

[becausearrows]

@hightechgenius answered from HERE:

It was hard enough to focus on the teacher’s droning voice, talking about some boring historical thing, without Tony being sleep deprived. Well, more so than usual. There had been a spike of crimes lately and he had spent most of his nights as Iron Man. He was leaning his head in his hand and could feel how his eye lids got heavier. This was such a waste of time! He could have been home sleeping or in the armory instead.

The teen was just about to lose his battle with his own eyes when he felt something hit him. It wasn’t hard, but enough for him to react. Looking towards the area the thing, which seemed to be a small ball of paper, came from, his eyes landed on that knew kid. What was his name again? Clive? Clyde? No…it was something else. Hmm.. oh, yes, Clint. Tony recognized a fellow bored student when he saw one and he raised an eyebrow in a silent question of what he wanted.

Oh look. He got Tony’s attention. It hadn’t exactly been the plan. He’d not exactly had a plan. But the other kid was looking at him like he wanted an explanation from the other side of the room. Clint just shrugged before grabbing a small bit of paper and scribbling a single word on it and flicking it at Tony again.

“Bored”

That was it. The entire reason he was trying to bother people. He was bored. Couldn’t see the board from where he was really and couldn’t hear teach. So he was seeing how long he could go without getting into trouble. If he made it another three minutes it would be a Clint Barton Record.

[battlesthatmatter]

Hello, Steve, I'm Ezra. According to tumblr, I'm ancient (32). Atm, I live in UK, but I'm Swedish & also Sámi, which is a Northern European indigenous people. Many Americans seem to think Sweden is a perfect country, & although it's generally a good place, it's far from perfect. The nature is a amazing though & I love being outside for hours & draw what I discover. Personality wise, well, I've been called introvert Tony & a clone of Bruce & Tony, not really sure if that's a good or bad thing.

Steve meets Muns! 

“Ezra, listen to me very carefully: Don’t take the value of your worth based on how many times you’ve seen the earth go around the sun, and certainly not from this website. And if any of your friends bring out a fire extinguisher when they roll out your birthday cake, you take a piece and you put it in their face...cause that’s only fair.”“People have a habit of idolizing things, weather it’s people, places, or something else altogether. I think it helps them find hope in a bleak world, but it can also be a dangerous thing. Are you familiar with ‘Paris syndrome’?”“Take what you will from it. Find what aspects you like and hold onto that. If you find something about those analogies you don’t care for, you can change it. At the end of the day, you are you, and that’s the important thing.”

[clonystark]

TStark MKII

@hightechgenius

Raiding a mad geneticist's lab was just a Thursday at SHIELD. This particular one, hidden under a strip mall in Colorado Springs (and, rather worryingly, accessed through the pet store), had the usual assortment of hunchbacked assistants, giant arthropods, and lethal viruses. But when the agents broke open a locked room in the back corner, they found something entirely unexpected. Rather than being full of freezers or cages, the room was a little cell with a cot, a desk, and some books - and a skinny, miserable-looking teenage boy with a familiar face.

After confirming that the real Tony Stark was alive and well and his location was known, the next question was what to do with this kid. He obviously couldnt be euthanized like the rest of his creator's abominations, but nor did he have any legal identity or anywhere to go. The one thing everyone could agree on was that it would be a terrible idea to tell Stark about it. Both young men were going to have enough problems without that.

Obviously, Stark found out anyway.

[suitofarmxr]

@hightechgenius | s.c

                         “You need to take a break, kiddo.” Tony states simply as he crosses the room. Burn out was a very real thing, especially in teenagers. And it didn’t MATTER that the teenager was him, a genius, and from a whole different universe. Burn out still exists. 

Tony’s been watching the other Tony slave over some sort of school project for the ENTIRE weekend and he’s not entirely sure the kid had even stopped to get any sleep in on Saturday night. So he walks over and covers the tablet screen with his hand.

“HEY. Break time. Now. Food. Nap. Something.” Tony declares, louder this time and firmer too. Surprisingly, he cares for this kid.

[fcrgedstrcngth]

@hightechgenius (cont.)

Mr. and Mrs. Stark had been a wreck for the past five days, the Jarvises were inconsolable, and, frankly, Daniel felt he was running out of ways to keep Peggy’s increasingly irate fits of temper in check. SHIELD – which was to say, Daniel – had even called in a favor with the CIA – which was to say, Jack Thompson – and three days ago, Jack himself had come to deliver whatever useful intel he could find. Jack had stayed, too, getting the old band back together, so to speak, to find Howard Stark’s son.

Finally, they had been able to pinpoint an exact location on Tony and his captors, and Daniel had pulled rank on a number of people to ensure that he was one of the agents that went in to retrieve the boy. Still, nothing had prepared him for the sight that met his eyes when they found Tony. Strapped to a chair, clearly exhausted and literally tortured, breathing all wrong from pain due to God knew what. His breath caught for a second, and he saw a flash of red-hot fury before he gathered his wits about him and moved to untie Tony. He suddenly felt perfectly at peace with the idea that the other guys in his team were currently shooting a path out of here for them.

“Of course we came, Tony,” he answered, trying to keep his tone level and light. “We can’t afford to lose one of the brightest minds of our time, can we? Besides, Aunt Peggy and your parents were getting unbearably cranky without you. Now, can you walk at all, or do I need to carry you?”

[invinciblestark-a]

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“Well, the good news for you is that one day you’ll look like this. The bad news… uh, it’s better not to talk about that, forget it.”

[adashofheroism]

Indie RP-blog for Francis Barton, Tim Drake, Tony Stark (IM:AA) & Yoyo (OC).

(previously: heroprogeny, nerdybirdboy, hightechgenius, concertedlysuper)

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Mun: Niko/Ezra, 30+yo, BST/GMT

UPDATE: Bios have been moved/linked (Francis' and Tony's have always been in a doc). Headcanons will be moved one by one, so some might get linked to their old blogs, some might not.

[ghoststorytmaaa-blog]

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“ So when I say I'm sorry I'm late I wasn't showing up at all. I really mean I didn't plan on showing up at all. “

[irnqueen]

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Ginger’s Uncle Morgan was not only one of the few Potts family members she could stand, but he was also one of the few that managed to get out of Dillon, Illinois. It was her dream to get out, to attend a prestigious college -- but first, she needed to attend a better high school.

Uncle Morgan had moved to the city years ago, and Ginger hadn’t seen him since he moved, but after speaking to his brother, he told him he was willing to care for his niece for her junior and senior year of high school.

So, Ginger arrived shortly after the start of the new school year and immediately began touring high schools around the city. They were so big, so crowded, but she couldn’t help but be excited by the possibilities.

She arrived at her new school for the day and signed in at the office, asking the secretary who her guide would be. Ms. Dubanowski told her that her guide was already waiting outside, wearing a name tag, and probably leaning against a set of lockers while he waited for her.

Ginger turned and exited the office, eyes scanning the crowd before her gaze settled upon a young man who looked like he was practically hiding from her. She approached him, landed in front of him, and extended a hand towards him.

“Ginger Potts,” she greeted, voice firm. “I take it you are my guide today, Tony.”

[armoreddavinci]

@hightechgenius answered from HERE:

“Yeah, that was my plan.” Tony replied to his adult self, his voice strained as he tried to keep himself from falling off the ledge, holding on to it with only one hand. Damn EMP weapon had shut down his suit, though thankfully communications was weirdly enough intact, but he had been lucky enough to be close to a building and able to grab onto its edge. “If you could hurry, that would be good, I’m not sure people would like me making a dent in the road.”

If he could hurry. As though he wasn’t already going as fast as he could. The suit had limits (and he would need to fix that in the next model) and one of those was that he only went so fast. “Remind me to upgrade your suit later, Kid. You’d be shocked how many people think of EMP’s when they plan on going after us.” Him. Them? The syntax of talking to himself, not himself, other self, was not quiet as easy as it should be. “JARVIS. Put in my calendar to invent new syntax for these situations.”

“Situations in which you are speaking to a younger, alternate version, of yourself, Sir?”

“Yes please.” There the kid was. he was lucky he’d been able to catch and hold himself at all. That suit couldn’t be light. Even if it was made of the same material his own was. That was a lot of weight on one hand. “Just another second.” Two buildings away. Shouldn’t take long at all since he was till flying at full speed. Grab the kid, put him on a roof, take out the badies, be home before Pepper even has a chance to be annoyed. Easy.

[isavethem]

Munday asks 1 and 9.

Why did you choose this muse to rp as?

Honestly? I have played a few different Marvel muses as needed for my friends. And when I decided to try my hand at joining the rp community I picked the person I was told I played best. He wasn’t my first choice but I was scared and I wanted to put my best foot forward.

Where do you get the inspiration for your muse?

Steve is partly just in my head. All my muses are. They come and go as they please and sometimes even comment on things they have no right to comment on. Like my life. But if I need Steve specifically I listen to some Avengers Assemble or I re-read old rp’s I’ve done until I find his voice again.