The name&#x27;s Speed.

Noble deeds || Arthur and Tommy

"Maybe not, but you’re neither old nor a canine so there’s hope yet. " Arthur replied with a serious expression then cracked a smile a bit. "Perhaps you should reshuffle the cards then."

Arthur rolled his eyes lightly, deciding to skip over the burning stories and the apologies. They were useless here anyway. To try and defend their ways would only make him feel worse and a little sick. “I’ve read some of those stories. They are foolish. Merlin is my age, he’s hardly an old man with a long weird waving a stick around. It could be possible that the author of these stories were thinking of Gaius instead.” It was true. The deportations of Merlin were completely ridiculous and the withered figure in the illustrations fit their old court physician rather than the big eared but young Merlin.

Uther came to mind at Tommy’s statement for some reason. It was a quick thought, a split feeling of doubt and regret that was quickly replaced with shock and guilt. He had a father that loved him and wanted him to succeed. That was all he could ask for. He had everything he could want. “I would bet on that.”

The prince wrinkled his nose, turning to give Tommy a confused look,”Who is this Princess Fiona? Were her parents unstable? Locking a lady in a tower would hardly help anyone. If she was turned into an ogre they should have been focusing on getting her cured or..something, rather than just delaying the problem.” He finally relaxed his face and shook his head in a disappointment and vague amusement,”A movie is the moving and talking story in those weird framed mirror like things correct? Story telling has gone down in quality over time.”

The prince found himself, once again rolling his eyes. He was starting to get the feeling this was going to happen a lot with this Tommy character. “I like to train. It helps me relieve stress and focus my thinking. Though I’m sure you ‘good old punches’ are fine, I prefer to have a sword in my hand.”

"Yes, because you saying ‘screw the rules’ instills great confidence in me that you are in fact a well thought out man who thinks through every decision carefully." He muttered before stopping in front of the front door of Stark Tower. "I believe you said you have patrol so this is where we part ways. I enjoyed our conversation and I hope to see you around, Speed." He nodded a little and walked into the building.

#lookin' regal in ur flower crown there bro #Noble Deeds #onceandfuturekingnotprat #The End

Tommy snorted. "You're an optimistic dude" he muttered, shaking his head. "Reshuffling the cards, heh. Would if I could." There were so many things he would like to change about himself. if possible, and the ability to shut up at opportune times was one of them. He raised an eyebrow, realizing that there were no comments on his words of being executed in Arthur's time. He decided it was maybe for the best to quit talking about it indeed.

"Huh?" He frowned slightly, thinking about the stories and movies he'd seen or heard. He realized that he had been imagining the guy as some sort of Dumbledore. But according to Arthur he was barely a few years older than the speedster himself. Weird. He wondered who Gaius was. Maybe some other wizard? Then again, the prince -that's still a funny thought- had claimed that Merlin was his manservant. He doubted a manservant could be a frail old man. "That's...surprising I guess." It certainly explained the lack of bearded old men in the Tower.

He rolled his eyes. "She's this girl who turned into an ogre at night and only true love's kiss could break the curse or something. It's a fairy tale parody, don't take it too seriously. I mean, Fiona's dad was voiced by John Cleese." He paused, realizing Arthur probably had no idea who that was. "Eh, that's a famous comedian. A modern version of a jester." He scowled. "Hey, we have great stories. Lord of the Rings, Criminal Minds, that kind of stuff. They probably showed you shit like Jersey Shore and MTV shows."

"I get that" Tommy said. "Relieving your stress. I usually go somewhere deserted and blow rocks up. Very calming. And forcing myself to go at my absolute top speed helps too, sometimes." He shrugged. "It's a speedster thing." He didn't think Arthur would understand. "I suppose swords are cool too. I don't think it's a good idea to give me one, though."

He narrowed his eyes at Arthur, crossing his arms. Part of him wanted to boast about speedster brains and the speeds they were supposed to go at, according to his uncle Pietro, but he figured that would be useless. "Yeah, nice meeting you, I suppose. Watch yourself when you go to the subway next!" he shouted after Arthur, before sighing. "Well then, time to serve the public." And with that, Tommy was off too.

The End.

You realize you’re not clever at all, right?

#onceandfuturekingnotprat

Really? You're breaking my heart here, man.

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Kitt's list of faves || Tommy 'Speed' Shepherd.

I don’t have feelings and I don’t hold hands

#pics

quicksilverfast said: Such a pretty princess.

Do me a favour and do shut up, Tommy.

#onceandfuturekingnotprat #actual 5 years old

Sure, my lady~

Lazy days (Loki and Tommy)

Wait. So he was in a way affiliated with the Avengers? Interesting. Loki carefully stored the information away for later. Later, when she was not feeling like throwing Tommy across the park. How dare he mock her? If this even qualified as mockery, that is. Still, the trickster was starting to feel the carefully suppressed rage coming closer and closer to the surface. Pent up rage from a year spent in prison, and from being the lesser sibling for five thousand years was difficult to let go of. Loki wasn’t even sure if she could.

Her right hand slowly curled into a fist, a bit of green magic swirling around her fingertips. It was an excellent way to keep a bit of control over her temper. And it would never be noticed, at least not when she wore her Asgardian dresses with their long sleeves. Just another reason to loathe Midgardian clothing; the sleeves were never long enough to conceal her hands, and thus made it rather difficult for her to keep her usage of magic secret.

She offered him one of her more vicious glares as he dared to call her touchy. There were very few people who got away with that, and this hideous mortal was definitely not among them. “For your information, Speed,” condescension was very much audible when she spoke that one word, “He does indeed exist, though he happens to have eight legs instead of six. I suggest you properly do your homework before bothering me with such pointless accusations.”

A bit of malice disappeared from both her voice and expression as he seemed to give up. “Indeed I do not. Be a dear and inform any fool who asks that those myths are lies.” Though most of the creatures did indeed exist. Loki simply had not been the one to give birth to them…

#lazy days #ladyofliesandmischief

Tommy tilted his head slightly, feeling a shiver run down his spine. There something just now, something that felt a little bit...familiar. It wasn't unlike Billy, but at the same time different. It took the magic-made mutant longer than usual to place; after all, it had been a long time since he'd been near a mage of sorts. He had carefully distanced himself from Billy when he'd returned to being Speed full-time, afraid his twin would find out and do something with his magic. Afraid of his disapproval, of losing what little regard Billy had for him. Billy had trusted him, and in turn Tommy hadn't been able to bring himself to lie to the goody two-shoes and just cut all communication instead.

He tried to subtly shuffle away from her, as far as the bench allowed, feeling himself tense in participation of moving at his characteristic high velocities, either towards her to stop the goddess from doing something or away, in case she wanted to fry or zap him to death or whatever kind of magic Loki used. Whatever that sudden feeling meant, Tommy doubted it could mean something good.

He winced when she glared at him. "Really? I thought it was six, like a spider. My fault, I guess." And that was as much of a sorry or apology she could expect from him for now. He snorted. "That implies that I actually have homework" he muttered to himself.

Part of her fury seemed to disappear from her face, but still Tommy didn't trust Loki not to zap him to kingdom come- or Hel, wherever Loki usually zapped people to- and the tension in his body didn't ease up as his gaze was drawn to her sleeves before he looked back to her face. "I'll tell people that next time they talk about myths. Anyway, I think it's time for me to go." Before I get someone killed.

confusedfriendliness

AWOLNATION - this kid’s not alright

#music #HA THIS GOES FOR BOTH IC AND OOC

Lazy days (Loki and Tommy)

"Exactly," she replied, even though she still didn’t quite understand the concept of mutants. Perhaps she should look it up in the library later that day… "It is hardly your fault that those fools are too dull to fully understand the situation, is it?" Whatever the situation may be.

Sif, Thor’s wife? Oh, the humor. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? It is quite an interesting tale…” As far as Loki was concerned, Thor still swooned over that pathetic mortal scientist he had encountered during his banishment. Oh, words could not express just how much she had grown to loathe that woman. “In all probability, yes. They feared just about any problem that could not be solved through violence.” Including the deity of mischief.

A deity of mischief who was very quickly losing her temper. “For the last time, I am not his mother.” Loki snapped at him, not even pretending to be in a good mood any longer. There were very few things that could anger her this easily, but comments regarding those who were told to be her children never failed to enrage her. Those damned Vikings! She should have set fire to their villages for this…

The paperwork was forgotten about, and Loki had now fully turned to glare at him. “For your information, dimwit, I do not have any children, and certainly not those mentioned in the myths. You would do well to remember that.”

#sorry for such a shitty reply #lazy days #ladyofliesandmischief

The speedster shrugged. "Yeah" he agreed lamely. "I mean, I tried to argue with people for a while but they never understood. Or wanted to understand." He shrugged and sighed. Some days he was hopeful that things would change for the better, but other days he felt like it was hopeless to try and change anything, because people were so damn stubborn.

Tommy grimaced. "I don't really hang around with the real Avengers" he admitted. "They live at the top levels of Stark Tower. I don't go there much." He supposed he could, if he wanted to. He was a speedster that could vibrate through walls. But he'd rather not be caught and kicked out of SHIELD.

"Touchy" Tommy commented, suppressing a wince. "Does it actually exist, then?" he wondered. "That horse with six legs?" He was pretty sure it were six. Like a spider. He grimaced under her glare, suddenly acutely aware that he might have pissed of a goddess who had destroyed a good chunk of New York. "Loki has no actual kids, noted" he said, holding up his hands in a sign of surrender.

You don't belong anywhere. Nobody wants you.

True. I stopped caring about that a long time ago, anon. What's it to you anyway?

You deserve to be locked away. That research facility? Exactly where you belong. Caged, like the filthy monster that you are. Creatures like you should never be allowed to walk around freely.

...maybe I belong there, but there were kids too. Kids younger than me. They didn't belong there. Just because we are mutants -different- doesn't mean we're not human or monsters. Right?

Ta-da! I present to you, the wonderful cast of M7 flowercrowned.

I swear I am not insane. I blame Arthur 106% for this, somehow. Sssh I love you. These are all the characters people first joined as, alphabetically ordered.

Things I am sorry for

Putting such a long thing on the dash, but I wanted everybody to be able to see it

Potentially leaving people out

Things I am not sorry for

Making the long thing in the first place

ALSO I spent 2 hours of my life alphabetically ordering you guys and finding icons and pasting flower crowns on them.

And if you guys want 'em as icons feel free to make them yourself or ask me for it :D

#themagnificentsevenrpg #ooc

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That’s it. I don’t have it. I don’t have what it takes. I failed. I’m a failure.

#pics

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Back to School? || Jean and Tommy

"That’s okay," Jean replied. "I understand completely. Sometimes the truth is unspeakable. Sometimes it isn’t worth mentioning. And sometimes it is just too strange." She thought for a moment about the hundreds of truths she’d faced in her time. The many truths that had happened, that were happening and that would happen in the future. A brief glimpse of the White Hot Room fluttered through her memory. Occasionally she had been able to change the truth, change the past, the future, alter the present, decide events and probability for the world.

It had been a hard time for her, but Phoenix had loved every second of it, of course. “Anyway, you don’t have to decide now,” she told Tommy and walked back to the elevator they had come down in. Heading back to the ground floor, she folded her arms across her chest and stepped out of the elevator into the hall again. The redhead wondered what else Storm would have wanted her to say, but nothing came to mind for her.

"So, Tommy…" her voice rang out, crystal clear but tired-sounding too. "It was an absolute pleasure to meet you today. Here’s my card—" she handed him the stiff slip of card. "— so you can call me or the school whenever, if ever, you like." Jean smiled and held open the front door for him.

#back to school?#thefireofthephoenix #wooo we ended it

Tommy nodded, biting his lip as he did his best not to remember the faces of the mutants back in the juvenile halls. He had been thirteen, and one of the youngest, but none of them had been particularly old. Some of them hadn't even done something wrong, something that would have landed them in juvie if they hadn't been mutants. What Tommy had done -blowing up his maths class- wasn't good, but it wasn't his fault either; it was not his fault that he manifested that day, that he had no control over his powers. It had been an accident. Hadn't he been a mutant, then he would never have done it.

He was startled out of his reverie by Jean's voice and he quickly followed her. The speedster nodded again. Normally, he was quick with his decisions. A lot of people accused him of not thinking about it, but Tommy's brain worked equally as fast as his body. He did think about it. He just never felt like explaining his brain processes to people. Let them think he was a kid with no-brain. He didn't care. "Can't say it's not a tempting offer" he admitted. A safe haven for people like him, a training room that could challenge him...and yet, he didn't feel like it was the right place for him.

"Yeah, it was a pleasure." He took the card, turning it over in his hands for a moment to study it, before stuffing it in his pocket. He'd put it in his threadbare wallet later. "Thanks for the offer." He stepped out of the front door. Who knew, maybe he'd call one day. Tommy smiled awkwardly at Jean. "Bye, miss Grey." With those words, the speedster took off, breaking the sound barrier moments later.

crucigera

No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough

Clementine Von Radics (via sneeply)

#quotes befitting a speedster

Sleepless nights {Jim&Tommy}

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"Right," he nodded. "Superhero thing and whatnot." Good god his life had gotten much weirder than usual here lately. Gave his previous life a run for its money, that was certain.

Jim saw the frown and sighed. “I know, I know, I meant…completely. Run of the mill human being without the superpowers. I didn’t mean that you were an alien or something, that’s not what I meant.” Just met one last fuckin’ week and this kid’s on my arse about it. Christ.

"I’m sorry," he nodded. "I am I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry."

He offered him a smile. “We can walk if you like. Considering I don’t know where I’m going,” he chuckled.

#Sleepless nights #jmoriartyi-o-u

Tommy ran a hand through his hair. It was probably the lack of sleep making him so snappish. "It's alright" he muttered. "I just get this a lot. It doesn't get any easier, y'know." Tommy generally got really defensive about mutant rights, mostly because the lack of them and bigotry had caused him so much pain and trouble years before.

There were days that he could really understand why his grandfather had acted like he did with his Brotherhood of Mutants, even if Tommy knew that terrorism wasn't the right way to go about it.

"Sure" he said as he started walking in the direction of the place he meant, fidgeting a bit as he did. "I'm not much of a walker, usually, but I guess it can't hurt to slow down once in a while."

Lazy days (Loki and Tommy)

"Not everything one says is either truth or a lie. There are certain things that match both. Opinions, for example. Most contain both truth and lie, depending on the circumstances. Another person might consider my statements to be false. Should I be speaking to the lady Sif, for example, I would have been called a liar for telling you what I just did." There was only one thing that she liked better than lying, and that was to dance on the vague line between truth and lies.

Oh, the myths. Those had been an amazing plan gone wrong. “It is hardly my fault that the Vikings mistake wisdom and wits for hostility." Well, maybe it was. “To convince those dimwits of who I was I may have had to use several enchantments against them. They appeared to be less brave and mighty than they claimed to be." And it was because of that that they had started to portray her as the villain in their tales. None of her attempts to threaten them into altering their stories had been successful, sadly. Instead they had only gotten worse. “Before you ask, only half of the myths are true." She did not give birth to a horse, damnit!

"Paperwork, hm? What would that be about? If you swear to refrain from mentioning this encounter against any of them, I suppose I could allow you to leave…"