GOD SPEED

an indie && private rp account for tommy shepherd

[specdiskey-blog]

Soulscape!!

Send ‘Soulscape’ and my muse will describe what they think your Soulscape looks like!

They’ve built you in their imagine, expectations exceeding their plans-- a hallow temple, carved out of marble and lined with GOLD, you are the unfortunate proof of their biased judgement and their REJECTION of change. They refuse to accept that their methods of CREATING their empire ( an ugly cover stitched together by their egos; aching, wheezing, struggling ) was volatile and would shake you down to your very core--- but your warmth is what protects you. It is what has saved you so many times before but it did not let you leave battle without scars. So you’ve patched them up with their trust, and you’ve left your bruises as reminders ( because people are not kind, yet still you have faith ) of what you’ve been through-- what you’ve EXPERIENCED and no one can take that dent of wisdom from you. 

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Send ‘Soulscape’ and my muse will describe what they think your Soulscape looks like!

Soulscape definition

It is the landscape of your soul. It defines what state your soul is in by visually creating a space that reflects it. An example would be for a demented serial murderer, their soulscape might be a dilapidated building with bloody walls and rotting corpses. Oftentimes, the person appears in the Soulscape in question, manifesting as either an idealized or warped version of themselves, depending.

[sidestuiff]

Send ‘Soulscape’ and my muse will describe what they think your Soulscape looks like!

Soulscape definition

It is the landscape of your soul. It defines what state your soul is in by visually creating a space that reflects it. An example would be for a demented serial murderer, their soulscape might be a dilapidated building with bloody walls and rotting corpses. Oftentimes, the person appears in the Soulscape in question, manifesting as either an idealized or warped version of themselves, depending.

[loptrisms-blog]

     That was a quick game.  Lips pursed ever so slightly in mild disappointment, however with that cue the options had narrowed considerably.  Admittedly, only two speedsters ever caught his attention throughout later iterations.  And Quicksilver’s look-alike had left quite an impression in him, if he did say so himself.  

    So perhaps Tommy was a hint foolish, but he had a good heart on him.  And he was one of the few who’d stood by him regardless the ridiculous amounts of pressure which had been pushed onto him years ago.  By his family, nonetheless.

        [Text from: Unknown Number]: I am rather fond of breakfast meats.         [Text from: Unknown Number]: Although you would know that, now.        [Text from: Unknown Number]: Wouldn’t you, Thomas?

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           The hint was shitty, he knows that, but it was on purpose. Kinda(?). He wasn’t sure just how much LONGER he could take playing their little game of clue, while Tommy knew that it was Loki on the other end. Tommy had a lot he WANTED to say to the God before the game had started, but now; he’s unsure && speechless. 

[Text to: Unknown Number] : well, yeah, i remember you stuffing your face by the pound with bacon  [Text to: Unknown Number] : one does not just forget a massacre like that [Text to: Unknown Number] : but, uhm [Text to: Unknown Number] : how are you?

[flashlegacy-blog]

        “I’ve gotten OLDER, Tommy.” He says, still laughing and beginning KISSES to the side of his hair, several dozen of them. Peppered them onto the salt-colored hair, right where they belonged. It felt so terribly right to be holding him like this again. Yes he did get taller, and WISER, and smarter - Bart finished kissing him for the moment, and so focused his attention on examining the rest of Tommy. he was leaner - and he seemed a bit fixated on something he couldn’t see. His voice was a little strained, and worried. 

            “I’ve missed you.” He couldn’t say it enough. “I really missed you - are you free right now? You want to grab some noodles and Chinese? ”

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     “I missed you too... I missed you a lot.”                    He’s at ease && he’s convinced everything’s alright. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t feel bad, but he can CONFIDENTLY say that he can forget his guilt for just a little while as he leans into every sentimental KISS Bart had to offer. He missed how Bart HELD him, kissed him, how he smelled like SUNSHINE && lavender. He missed how he would show Tommy affection in the sweetest of ways possible-- he always had a way of making him feel wanted. Like he BELONGED somewhere, && that somewhere was right here in Bart’s arms.

          “Can we get coffee too, or, I dunno, a doughnut?”

[defenestratin]

Just realized I never posted Loki up??? o(—-< 

Steve + Tony

Sam

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Treading on hose…

[flashlegacy-blog]

    “TOMMY!! Oh my GOD, Imissedyousomuch!”

                      Alright. That wave of emotions at the end of his feet shot through his body like a volcano - He ran forward, no worry of who saw him, and threw his arms around the other man. He squeezed. Squeezed as if he loosened his grip Tommy would fade and disappear from his sight forever. It’s been two LONG and UNBEARABLE years. The very smell of the new apple in his hair tore at the seams in his heart. How much had he missed? He much did he have to make up for - but no more questions. He didn’t want to question this anymore. Tommy was here. Again, he was trying not to cry - nothing but laughter came out.

            “ It feels so good to see you. ”

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           He almost feels bad that such genuine && honest LAUGHTER is wasted on him. He who had left for two, hard long years--- he who had a habit of playing Houdini && vanishing without leaving so much of a clue as of where he could have gone. He who had something good && he screwed it up by chasing something he didn’t need. He’d missed so much && he wish he could go back to catch up but sometimes there are things you just can’t catch. No matter how hard you chase it, no matter how hard you want it, it’s GONE. So he’ll cherish what he has now.

     “You... You’ve gotten taller.”

                  He smelled like lavender && SUNSHINE && he felt just as warm as he did two years ago. Tommy would be lying if he said he didn’t feel as safe as he did now, as he did back then. 

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Stranger dander:

     Sadly, that hardly narrowed down the list of acquaintances.  Loki had met and greeted several mutants over the course of years, some of which he appreciated the company of from time to time over a drink and casual conversation.  But that was it.  

    Leaning his back against the comfortable couch sitting in the middle of the living room, the god pursed his lips for a moment.  This one was either brave or stupid, as no mortal would so readily admit his status as a mutant.  Or so he believed, but apparently he’d been mistaken.

         [Text from: Unknown Number]: Afraid that hardly narrows the possibilities.          [Text from: Unknown Number]: Other tips you may be willing to disclose?         [Text from: Unknown Number]: Ah, I believe it’s my turn, isn’t it? I am a god, myself.

              Oh. Oh. The name is on the tip of his lips but his doubt is a bitch. Tommy knew only one God personally, && he wasn’t sure if this lump in his throat was because of the excitement he felt over the possibility, or the fear && guilt.

                Tommy tucked his legs under his thighs && collected his options before choosing the option to play it cool.

[Text to: Unknown Number] : oh [Text to: Unknown Number] : oh wow i think [Text to: Unknown Number] : no. no i KNOW who you are [Text to: Unknown Number] : do you... want to keep playing or just flat out tell each other our names [Text to: Unknown Number] : people tell me i look a lot like quicksilver  

                                                                            This was far beyond playing it cool.  Cool people did not do this.

[flashlegacy-blog]

@specdiskey

              Something caught in his throat - making a chain reaction towards his stomach and the tips of his toes. The speedster went stone cold at the familiar sight of green and silver - no costume, no hiding, no anything. Just him. Just TOMMY. Oh – what was his heart going to do when he spoke? Would it cave in? Would it crack? Crumble? Would Tommy even recognize him anymore?

        “ Tommy? ”

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“!!”

                   His mouth feels dry && for a SECOND he forgets proper English. A chill runs down his spine when dark green eyes are pierced by brighter ones laced with gold--- && for a second he can feel himself tripping all over again. It’s a rush of emotions; embarrassment, regret && joy all wrapped into one stomach churning emotion that he can not IDENTIFY. His heart tightens && he wants to say something, God, ANYTHING. But his mouth runs faster than his brain && he says the only thing that his mouth could manage.

          “Bart!”

[loptrisms-blog]

     Oh, a game? Most would have told him to piss off, or something equally foul, by then.  Not very clever or original, but enough to make Loki appreciate the few who stepped out of the box and offered possibilities which wouldn’t be considered sleazy.  And coincidentally he had plenty of time to humour the proposal on his day of leisure.  Funny how things worked out well in the end, didn’t they?

          [Text from: Unknown Number]: Colour me intrigued.           [Text from: Unknown Number]: And that is certainly a possibility, although my memory has been terrible as of late.  I apologise in advance.          [Text from: Unknown Number]: Seeing you suggested the guessing game, might as well do the honours?

[specdiskey-blog]

              Games were fun. They helped passed the time && calm rattled nerves, so Tommy was more than delighted to know that not everyone was so bitter about trying their hand at reconnecting with old acquaintances in a way that should be entertaining for both. He leaned back against the old, tattered cushion of his couch && thought for a moment before quickly typing out his next message.

[Text to: Unknown Number] : hmm  [Text to: Unknown Number] : well im a mutant from earth [Text to: Unknown Number] : depending on who you are, i hope that narrows down the list a bit

[loptrisms-blog]

     @specdiskey      Shifting through his desk drawers had procured plenty of things to clean through in his apartment.  And a particular one drew his attention in.  A slightly crumpled piece of paper with a number on it.   Who’s number was this?  Thumbing over the keypad of his smartphone for a brief moment, it took all but two seconds for him to input the number and type something down.  

           [Text to: Unknown Number.] I decided to find out who the mysterious number in my desk drawer is.           [Text to: Unknown Number.] Similar to the lucky dip.

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             Now, he could be an asshole && start shit-posting ( texting? ) this new number, or he could just be SERIOUS for five minutes && take this persons concerns seriously. But neither option sounded as APPEALING as they should have---    so option ‘or’ it was.

[Text from: Unknown Number.] I decided to find out who the mysterious number in my desk drawer is. [Text from: Unknown Number.] Similar to the lucky dip.

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[Text to: Unknown Number] : ?? lucky dip??  [Text to: Unknown Number] : uhm, okay, nvm [Text to: Unknown Number] : how about we make this a fun experience? lets play a quick game of guess who [Text to: Unknown Number] : we each tell the other something about ourselves, and we see if we can make a guess who the other is, [Text to: Unknown Number] : cause if you have my number, chances are that we’ve most likely met before