Okay, wonderful Thunderbird fans who know more than I. Virgil is the calm, steadfast brother, the one who holds the other brothers back (read Scott) when they would like to punch someone’s lights out. Now my question is – what situation might cause Scott to have to hold Virgil back from pounding someone? I have such a situation in my head, but I thought the topic might provide some interesting discussion. Any ideas? Nutty (who seems to be hovering around Tumblr tonight instead of writing or painting ::headdesk:: )
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And I’m thinking since I’m new here, a little intro wouldn’t hurt. Hi, I’m Nutty 😀 Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf, a name that has its origins in where I live…and Stargate fandom (long story). Incidentally, a gumnut is the woody fruit of eucalypt trees, a dominant tree in Australia – I am not a fan of chewing gum 😀 In RL, I’m a practising artist and designer. I paint in acrylics, I draw, I bead weave jewellery and I have a nice set of graphic design skills up my sleeve as well. In fandom…my original fandom is Star Trek: TOS, though I also love AOS. I have written in Star Trek: TOS, Stargate and Knight Rider fandoms mainly, and all of that was nearly ten years ago (before I had my two kids). Just recently I sat down for lunch one Saturday and landed in the first episode of Thunderbirds Are Go. In the last three weeks I’ve written around 27,000 words in this wonderful new fandom. This also means that I have yet to finish the painting on my easel which is due for an exhibition in a couple of weeks…such sweet distraction…augh. When I say I really […]
pebblerocker: sqbr: detournementsmineurs: “Pissenlit” brodé sur tulle sur cerceau de broderie par Velvet Meadow. Description:Embroidery rings with translucent fabric, upon which is embroidered dandelion heads made of simple lines made from single widths of coloured thread. SO PRETTY Adore this! it is giving me ideas 😀
Title: The Subject of Virgil Sequel and epilogue to ‘Access Denied’ Author: Gumnut 25 – 31 Jul 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 Rating: Teen Summary: Gordon was in the kitchen getting himself a drink of water when there was an almighty yell, a loud crash, and something flew off the balcony above and into the pool. He frowned, only to sag slightly as the piano stool floated gently back to the surface. “Ah, hell.” Word count: 8388 Spoilers & warnings: Season 2 in general. Occurs sometime before 2.07 Home on the Range. Possibly AU due to the time length involved. You can read this without reading ‘Access Denied’, but it would make more sense if you read the first fic first. Angst and a little whump. Author’s note: Apparently I was a little too mean to Virgil in the last fic and he demanded some reparations – that and I felt ‘Access Denied’ didn’t quite end the way it should have. Having said that, once again this fic ended up somewhere completely unplanned (there is an entire scene missing that I’ll have to use in another fic). Whether it is satisfactory to meet the demands of the first fic, […]
“Uh, Virgil, I need a favour.” He blinked. “John?” A frown. “Are you okay?” “Um, I need you to come up to the station.” “Why?” A sigh. “The locking mechanism to one of the bathroom cubicles is jammed.” “Huh?” “While I’m in it.” It took a moment for his brain to do the math on that. “You’re stuck in the toilet?” “Yes.” Despite everything…everything…Virgil’s lips couldn’t help but smirk. “Really?” “Yes, really. And I can’t get out. EOS has transferred monitor duties to Grandma, but I need your help to get out of this…predicament.” “Gordon’s gonna love this.” “Gordon isn’t going to find out about this, is he?” The glare made it across thousands of miles of space and atmosphere even without visuals. “We’ll see. I’ll be there shortly.” “Thanks, Virgil.” And John signed out. Virgil couldn’t help but smile. -o-o-o- I’m writing, I promise, but this fic just keeps going…so tempted to post part one…
As for EOS herself, she had kept an eye on the engineer, following him through the system. He was an efficient worker, completing tasks accurately and at speed. Of course, he wasn’t John, he was Virgil, and sometimes his actions were completely lost to her. John claimed it was his brother’s artistic streak. EOS was 87% sure it was just stubborn contrariousness.
He found himself in front of his piano. So he sought his solace in his music. The fingers of his left hand were stiff and stunk of medicated cream, but he forced them to move. He needed to find the music, to find that place. A place of safety where his mind could hang suspended between the notes, held up by the rhythm and comforted by the melody. But his injured fingers wouldn’t obey him. There was a spark of pain and he lost it. Just lost it. Everything hit him at once and he simply reacted in fury. God, he hoped that piano stool had survived his weakness. Mom… Fate broke that train of thought by placing a rock in just the wrong spot, causing him to stumble and knock the burn on his thigh. He gasped and grit his teeth. No, just keep walking. Walk, damn you. And walk he did.
Space wasn’t silent. It was crying. John had his hand resting gently on EOS’ frame and his eyes closed. She had stopped asking him questions, stopped querying his reactions. She didn’t understand, but trusted that he did. His other hand reached up to cover his eyes, whether to hide from the expression on his brother’s face or to try and comfort himself he didn’t know. Virgil was bleeding music. He hadn’t heard his brother cry in years, but this was, this was the sound of tears. How long had this been building up? How long had his brother been feeling this way? But amongst all the pain, there was so much hope. A searching, a need, a determination. John looked up at his brother to find him biting his bottom lip, his frown of concentration so intense it looked painful. “EOS, prepare the elevator. I need to go home.” A Good Day
Gordon was in the kitchen getting himself a drink of water when there was an almighty yell, a loud crash, and something flew off the balcony above and into the pool. He frowned, and sagged slightly as the piano stool floated gently back to the surface. “Ah, crap.”
Have we ever seen Virgil sing? I haven’t seen all the orignal episodes yet, and I have an idea for a fic, but don’t want to contradict canon. Have we heard him sing at all? Any help greatly appreciated. Best wishes,Nutty
Title: Access Denied Author: Gumnut 24 – 25 Jul 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 Rating: Mature (for some violence) Summary: He found a way. Word count: 5650 Spoilers & warnings: Season 2 in general. Occurs sometime before 2.07 Home on the Range. Also there is some violence in this fic and some bits are kinda creepy. Virgil!Whump Author’s note: Ever wondered how the events of Home on the Range were made possible? Many thanks to the wonderful welcome I have received in this fandom. Here I am again stretching my writing muscles with a fic a little different again from the previous one. I hope you enjoy a little whump, because even I feel sorry for Virgil in this one. My next fic will have to be fluffy to him to make up for it. Ouch! Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. Scenes parroted from the episodes are definitely not mine. Chapter 1 “Why does it always have to be snow? I hate snow.” “It’s only water, Gordon. I thought you loved that stuff.” “Only in degrees above zero.” Thunderbird Two banked to port as Virgil sought out a place to land. […]
“Virgil!” There was concern in his brother’s voice. “What’s wrong?” “You okay?” His console flickered in and out of focus for a moment. “Fine. You?” He swallowed. There was bile in his throat. “Not good.” There was a silence on the other end of the line, before Scott’s controlled voice returned. “Can you fly?” The world was spinning again. Then it flickered as Scott’s hologram appeared on the dash. “Oh, god, Virgil.” “I’m sorr..y.” And the whole world tipped sideways. No-one is losing their Dad today
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Title: A Little Understanding: an epilogue to A Good Day Author: Gumnut 21 – 22 Jul 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 Rating: Teen Summary: “I’m fine, Scott, I promise.” Word count: 2151 Spoilers & warnings: Nothing canon specific, but won’t make much sense if you haven’t read ‘A Good Day.’ Author’s note: Apparently Scott had some questions and I seem to have developed a fascination for Virgil and his piano. I think this may be a little self-indulgence, so I’m keeping it separate from the main fic. I hope you enjoy it in any case. Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. It was still dark. The moon still in the sky and the stars still out, hiding the fact that the sun would be rising in the east in the next couple of hours. It was the hour of quiet. An hour he’d seen quite a bit of lately, but for the first time Virgil could actually feel it. He felt at rest, his heart calm. Even though he again couldn’t sleep. It didn’t worry him this time. He was tired, but it was a good tired, not the wretched tired of […]
Apparently ‘A Good Day’ hasn’t finished with me. An epilogue has sprouted and is mostly written. “Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with you.” His lips twisted. “Though I have considered the possibility of mutant genes to explain the size of your shoulders. Look at those things, you sure you’re not using that exo-suit to disguise your super-human strength?” Virgil thumped his arm. “Ow, a demonstration was not needed.” Best wishes,Nutty(Hah!)
“Why does it always have to be snow? I hate snow.” “It’s only water, Gordon. I thought you loved that stuff.” “Only in degrees above zero.”
1965: Most of my missions are excuses to show off Brains’s toys– Uh, I mean “state of the art rescue vehicles and equipment!” 2004: Scott and I only did one mission before getting trapped out of the movie while my big green baby was Grand Theft Aeroed. And since when did TB2 have the room for both TB4 and the Mole?! 2015: Now I know how Mr. Incredible feels: I have the most missions and am pretty sure I could bench-press my entire family.
incorrect-thunderbirds-quotes: I see the glass half empty, Virgil sees it half full. That’s why we make such a good team. Alan on the other hand drinks straight from the bottle, John wonders why it has to be glass, and Gordon puts his feet up on the table and smashes it – Scott OMIgod perfect!
Title: A Good Day Author: Gumnut 18 – 21 Jul 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 Rating: Teen Summary: “What’s been bugging you enough to bug the rest of us? C’mon, you ripped John a new one yesterday, Alan has been hiding from you for the last week, and if Scott asks me one more time if I’ve done anything to set you off, I’m going to leave something flammable in his bathtub. What is wrong, Virg?” Word count: 6000 Spoilers & warnings: Nothing specific other than a mention of a character from 1.08 Author’s note: This fic was not supposed to end up like this. I’m blaming Virgil and Gordon, they wrote this thing and I was just along for the ride. Not beta’d. I don’t know if it works, I’ve been staring at it too long, but I hope you enjoy it. Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. “Get your feet off the dash!” Gordon, of course, paid him no attention. Laid back in the co-pilot’s seat, he languished, reading his tablet. Virgil stalked across the cockpit with his coffee, thoroughly satisfied with his decision to grab the last piece […]