#herogaia.starter

[heroicboys]

open starter. beach, who knows where - genosha? does that exist? just sexy vibes.

the warm golden hues of the sun only made the angelic boy even more pristine as his blonde hair seemed to highlight further and the outstretched wings glistened from the bit of water he had splashed on them prior. the salty scent of the air was heavy and it made him stretch to take a heavy breath, grinning as his bare chest flexed in the meantime. he wasn't a bird but fuck if he didn't have a mating call.. the goal was simple; find someone likeminded, go somewhere private, go home, just go because the tiny shorts he wore to the beach were advertising enough as it was. he has a glimmer, when warren catches a pair of eyes on him and his blue stays to linger, looking for an invite but taking it upon himself to make the few steps over. everyone had to stare, even as he folded his wings up, because it wasn't every day you saw a winged man on the beach sit next to a beauty. "fuckin' lovely out, huh?"

[masked-sluts]

where: utp | when: night time | whom: open to all

Jason leans against his motorcycle, scanning the dark streets and otherwise being bored. He really should just drive around and see what pops up, but he's really not in the mood.

He sighs when he hears something from the alley behind him.

"Your stealth really needs some improvement," he calls without looking back. "I can hear you even in this bucket."

He taps his red helmet, emphasizing his point.

[powertold]

location: avenger's tower 

walking around in his suit all day isn't as comfortable as it used to be, but it's necessary. he overlooks the view of the city and uses his enhanced armor to analyze the metrics of everything that he can see. tony is pleased. nothing seems to be amiss, so there's nothing to worry about with a new attack. “i think this calls for a celebration.” he speaks out to whoever is listening. “when's the list time i threw a rager? i think the city, no, the world needs me to right now.” 

[greatmarvel]

ext.   grand   central   park,   new   york.   day.

with   a   cheeky   salute   to   the   crowd   that   formed   around   them,                       jon   drops   the   last   remains   of   the   mechanical   beast   that   was   rampaging   across   the   city   just   a   few   minutes   ago.   he   only   came   here   because   of   a   craving   for   pizza,   but   the   moment   he   reached   the   perimeter   of   the   city,   his   head   was   filled   with   nothing   but   screams   of   help   and   the   sound   of   whirring   engines   and   creaking   metal.

and   though   he   promised   to   give   other   heroes   a   chance   to   save   the   day,   his   instinct   kicked   in   anyway.        "       i   know   you   had   it   all   under   control   ...       "        he   says,   hands   out   to   pull   up   the   other,   giving   them   his   sweetest   and   most   apologetic   smile.        "       ...   but   i   was   in   the   area.   can't   really   help   it.   are   you   alright?       "

open to everyone !

[powertold]

location:  some  alleyway

poison  ivy  had  been  pretending  to  be  more  man  than  plant  all  day.  it's  been  tiresome.  finally,  he's  able  to  shed  away  those  pesky  clothes  and  go  into  his  much  more  natural  state.  his  skin  pigment  is  back  to  that  beautiful  shade  of  green,  his  hair  is  brighter  than  before,  and  leaves  along  with  some  flowers  are  the  only  thing  covering  him.  they  feel  like  they  can  breathe  again.  although  they  wouldn't  be  poison  ivy  without  ruffling  some  feathers.  “plants  can  speak,  you  dumbass.”  poyraz  has  a  vine  wrapped  around  their  neck,  lifting  them  up  from  the  wall  feet  up  in  the  air.  “i  know  what  you  did  and  you  should  fucking  burn.”  although  right  when  he's  about  to  do  something  worse,  some  commotion  distracts  him.  they  snapped  their  head  to  look  back  at  the  street  and  up  at  the  roof,  searching  for  where  the  noise  came  from.  due  to  their  attention  being  elsewhere,  the  vine  slipped  from  the  other  man,  he  fell  to  the  ground  and  ran.  “are  you  happy  now?  you  may  as  well  come  out  since  you've  ruined  my  fun.” 

[powertold]

location:  idk  some  random  hill  top.  maybe  it's  a  park  maybe  it's  a  mountain  who  knows! 

for  a  while,  raven  thinks  that  this  place  is  secluded.  that's  why  they  chose  it  in  the  first  place.  there's  a  soft  blanket  laid  out  on  the  hill  top  and  he's  hovering  on  top  of  it.  legs  crossed,  hands  on  his  knees,  breathing  deeply.  they're  trying  to  ignore  trigon's  voice,  which  is  only  becoming  louder  in  this  new  world.  another  deep  breath  and  a  hushed  mantra  later,  they're  hit  with  another  wave  of  emotions  not  belonging  to  them.  raven  doesn't  bother  opening  his  eyes.  “if  i  find  out  that  you  have  some  locator  chip  on  me  we're  going  to  have  a  problem.”  they  lower  themselves  down  and  finally  open  their  eyes.  even  though  he's  wearing  his  cape  and  hood,  the  rest  of  the  clothes  are  more  mundane.  a  see  thru  black  top with stars on it,  body  adorned  with  gold  jewelry,  leather  pants,  and  black  combat  boots.  “did  you  come  here  for  me  or  for  peace  and  quiet?”    

[heroicboys]

open stater. metropolis.

· • ‣ the young martian had been on earth for what felt like eons but it had been maybe a month, maybe five weeks, and already they were getting a headache everytime they stepped on someone's toes because they just didn't know what was customary. the fact that everyone viewed the use of telepathy as a complete invasion of privacy, despite it being the main communication on mars, wasn't winning a lot of friends. it wasn't like m'cann didn't like what was seen in a lot of the people's minds. they were sexy thoughts. participating in those thoughts would be lovely. but apparently private. the martian had just beat up some loser and was now sitting on the corner of a rooftop, higher up than most, skin green and costume consisting of a white tee, red x for style, and a blue skirt, they were lost in thought when a poke to their shoulder had mackenzie almost jumping. "holy jeepers! warn someone!"

[heroicboys]

open starter. downtown metropolis. nightlife. dtf.

a simple bar, usually, except the proprietor was one of them. one of the heroes, villains, whatever walked through the door he didn't care as long as you didn't start shit and karter had been coming here often since he came back to metropolis. it felt nice, warm, he was doing his best to 'connect' with the humans of earth, and maybe some weren't but the majority were, and he was trying to find someone who was his own friend. not clark's. or jon's. or someone's someone, but someone for him to be pals with.

their eyes had met a few times while drinking, the heat easy between them already and he could tell that maybe this might be a thing. or a little thing. but he could feel the tension and he grinned, a playful perked brow before nodding them over to join him.

"hi, we aren't very subtle, are we?"