the-lady-razorsharp: John and the cybersphere Tagging @gumnut-logic as I want to have a bigger discussion about this… Keep reading Nabbing this post because Tumblr is evil. @the-lady-razorsharp The current fic I am writing has the opportunity to give John an opening and a whole pile of motivation to action your idea. did you want me to write in an option for John to get angry (rare, I know, but I think this will do it)?
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soniabigcheese: gumnut-logic: Title: Green Dragon Warm Rain Series Author: Numnut 22-23 Oct 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: He wore green dragons. Word count: 2880 Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo Timeline: After ‘For a Smile’ and before ‘Goodbye’. Author’s note: For @vegetacide and @the-lady-razorsharp as they really, really asked for it 😀 I plead coercion 😀 Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Keep reading Inspired by this fic …. and because @scribbles97 wanted to see a scruffy looking Virgil … Here you both go Hope you likey Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow! Biker Virg! Look at those eyes, they are gorgeous! 😀 ::bounces around like an excited little puppy:: I am so honoured 😀 ::bounces some more:: Thank you, thank you so much @soniabigcheese 😀 I think I will sit and stare at those eyes for a while ::sigh:: I will also link this into the master list for the Warm Rain AU 😀 Thank you oh so much ::huggles you like crazy:: Nutty(waking up for my first day back at work after a month off, man, this makes it so much better :D)
From here. He must truly have some kind of sibling radar because there was no way in hell he could have recognised his brother otherwise. “John?” “Hey, Virgil.” And yes, that was a smirk on that face. He eyed the man from bottom to top. High heeled boots in shiny black leather. Black tights! High cut, buttoned up, deep blue coat sequined in an elaborate filigree with almost ankle length tails. The ends of his sleeves flared out like flowers over leather gloves. And a white silk cravat wrapped his throat with about ten layers of frills. But all that didn’t live up to the hair. Oh, god, the hair. Gone was the familiar red, replaced with a fountain of silver white, springing in strands from the top of his head like a spray of leafless weeping willow, long enough to reach his chest. Virgil stared. “Are you wearing makeup?” The smirk widened and, yes, there was some kind of lip gloss to go with the elaborate eyeshadow arching into his brows. Blink. “Wh-who are you?” “Why, my dear child,” and John tapped him on the head with his ornamental riding crop. “I’m the Goblin King.” Another blink. “Who?” He […]
I’m a big fan of motivational music. This one is the theme I give my artwork (I’m a visual artist – see gumnut.net :D). Trying to paint professionally is a big challenge (as are a lot of other professions), so there are plenty of down moments. This song is the one I use when I’m feeling crappy and it all seems too much. I just thought I would share as I just found out a fellow artist was feeling crappy due to some negativity from some people who probably wouldn’t know art if they tripped over it, much less be able to create it themselves. Don’t let people get you down. Be yourself. You are strong. You are beautiful. Don’t deny the world your creativity. Leap off that edge and learn to fly! Nutty(stubborn and irritable cow who feels like trampling naysayers) (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Title: The Price (Part One)A Tale of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut29-30 Oct 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: Mature (for dark themes)Summary: They both had a price.Word count: 1390Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2, Sotto Voce and Il Mago Timeline: Set sometime after Il Mago and Father.Author’s note: This one will be posted in pieces as I only have time to write short bits at the moment. I’m also not sure where this is going. Many, many thanks to all my wonderful supporters, I couldn’t do this without you ::hugs:: I hope you enjoy this rather dark start to a story.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- “It’s him, Scott.” “It’s him.” Scott stared at the amber liquid as he tilted his glass in the dim light. The reflection from the desk holoprojector contrasted heavily with the general darkness of the room. They knew who had hurt them. He knew who had hurt Virgil so badly. Who had violated his mind and tortured his quiet, kind, artistic brother. Threatened his life, his sanity. The liquid shook and he had to force his hand to relax or risk shattering the glass. Eos had […]
While writing various pieces of the Sotto Voce universe a couple of artists so very kindly created artwork inspired by my writing. I am so tickled pink! I don’t think that has ever happened to me before. Much excitement. Being the socially indept doofus that I am, I was all excited but then had no idea what to do with the artwork, how to appropriately display it, where to put it, etc. Well, my slow brain has finally caught up and you can now find three wonderful pieces of artwork linked in the appropriate spots on my Master Story List. Plus my one effort to scribble something down. So if you enjoyed the Sotto Voce stories (and, yes, there are more being created as we speak), I would love it if you would have a look at the artwork inspired by it. And again, thank you, thank you, thank you, to all you wonderful people who encourage me, support me and poke my plot bunnies with firesticks (yes, you know who you are). And also those of you who have encouraged me to write Warm Rain, it appears that Numnut was really Gumnut in denial after all 😀 These last […]
the-lady-razorsharp: Grey Area AN: Riffing on something @gumnut-logic wrote. Grey Area Hunters become the hunted. John had always loved Sherlock Holmes. As a boy, he’d long admired Holmes’ quick mind and concise methods of evaluation, but now that he was grown, he knew exactly how Holmes felt when he’d complained to Watson: “My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere…But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.” Safe to say, he thought, that he too had a singular profession as International Rescue’s space monitor. He too abhorred the dull routine of existence, and though he was often busy, there were long stretches when time dragged. One could only inventory the supplies of a small orbiting station so many times in a month before one began to go a little loopy. So it was that John had once again created his own profession–or rather had dared to step outside the realm […]
A Tale of Sotto Voce, post-Il Mago “It’s him, Scott.” “It’s him.” Scott stared at the amber liquid as he tilted his glass in the dim light. The reflection from the desk holoprojector contrasted heavily with the general darkness of the room. They knew who had hurt them. He knew who had hurt Virgil so badly. Who had violated his mind and tortured his quiet, kind, artistic brother. Threatened his life, his sanity. The liquid shook and he had to force his hand to relax or risk shattering the glass. Eos had hunted down every detail she could find. Kayo and Penny had done the same. And John, with fire in his eyes, had calmly hacked through medical records, bank records and even the clinic’s internal security network. So Scott could sit here in the dark and stare at the shell of a man who had nearly killed his brother. They had found money. Kayo and John together had traced it back to known Hood holdings. They had found scans of the man’s brain. They confirmed that, yes, Percival Fischler was as augmented as Virgil, if not more. What they could not find was motivation. And they couldn’t find the […]
vegetacide: the-lady-razorsharp: gentlemanuniverse: As things went, Virgil was not a slob. Unlike Alan, who literally laid where he fell and considered his closet floor both hamper and dresser, and Gordon who could only be arsed to clean up his room when he couldn’t find something, but not quite as neat as Scott, who still kept his quarters like they were ready for inspection. (John didn’t count, as his room looked more like a guest room most of the time.) However, as Kayo walked in to the sounds of the shower, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of both jeans and boots discarded on the carpet. Clothes on the floor meant 1) that he was too tired to give a shit and 2) in a hurry. She left her own battered kit bag on the floor and stooped to collect the worn denim and scuffed chamois, catching the scent of a hard working man with a really nice taste in cologne as she did so–except for the shoes, those she deposited on the floor of the closet, making a mental note to dig out the charcoal odor absorbers. As she dropped the jeans into the laundry chute, her smile […]
In my dopiness last night I forgot to mention a few things about this fic. This Halloween fic evolved from this post prompted by @kattenjager1 and yet again other evil inspirators (read @vegetacide @the-lady-razorsharp @ojamajomary amongst others) playing with my plot bunnies. It should be noted that I have very little control over my muse. It pretty much does what it wants when it wants and you should see the mess that results when I try to defy it (yes, I’m weak). So despite having been distracted by both a Virg on a motorcycle (from a previous inspirator coercion! – my god, that was a doozy of a discussion) and a Virg who really stuffed up his proposal big time (man, that hurt), I have had this idea floating around in the back of my head on the must write list. Unfortunately, I’m also a poor decision maker and have a huge pile of situations lined up and can’t choose which one. So I have decided that this fic is one of at least five – yes, five Halloween fics, I’m insane (but you knew that already). The one that is currently being written, which you would know if I had […]
Unfortunately my fic writing will be slowing for the the next month. I have work commitments that can no longer be ignored (if you’ve been wondering how I’ve been writing so much, it has been because I’ve been ignoring everything else, bad Nutty!). I have promised myself some fun in December, so hopefully I can do some more then. In the meantime, I’m going to try and restrict my writing to after 10.30pm, so the fic will be short and a little wonky as I will be tired 😀 It will be a challenge, but I have to do it, I have clients waiting and November is going to be hell to get everything finished. ::pouts:: I just wanna write fic 🙁 ::pouts some more:: Anyway, here’s tonight’s installment. I drove 420kms today (day trip for fun :D), so yeah, I’m tired and a little dopey. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Warm Rain Series, Virgil/Kayo, set sometime after ‘The Proposal’. Spoilers for ‘The Proposal’. This one is for pure fun 😀 Virgil stared into the mirror and fiddled with his bow tie. No matter what he did, it didn’t sit straight. Its deep charcoal grey worked perfectly with his pale […]
the-lady-razorsharp: His hands Strong and sure Callouses and cuts And yet coaxing bliss From my quivering body They’ve been bloody Trying to hold on to life As it pulses through his fingers They’ve held on for dear life To a silver thread of steel They’ve painted a stormy sky They’ve played an impromptu concert But mostly They’ve held on to me. Lovely <3
Title: The Proposal Warm Rain Series Author: Numnut 23-27 Oct 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Was it worth the risk? Word count: 9084 Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, mild language, somewhat graphic depiction of injury, angst, Virgil!Whump Timeline: After ‘Green Dragon’ and before ‘Goodbye’. Author’s note: Because @vegetacide wanted to read more. I have been staring at this all day, I think some of it works, the rest is a blur. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Please note that this story makes reference to various previous events in the Warm Rain storyline, some of which are only archived on Tumblr (they are scraps of fic). There is nothing major and it can be read without the reading the other stories, but if you are interested, you can find a list of the entire universe in timeline order here – gumnut-logic(dot)tumblr(dot)com(slash)master-story-list – scroll down to the bottom for the Warm Rain listing. Please enjoy 😀 Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- She had only had a split second to realise what was happening before he barrelled into her, his sheer mass wrapping around her, ever the protective […]
Over 8000 words written, writing all day and I can finally see the end of The Proposal 😀 Still a few thousand to go, but I can see it! I can see it! Nutty(off the edge, hailing a Thunderbird, preferably the green one :D) The Proposal Part One
writingprompts365: -what simple, everyday things make them happy? -try to get as specific as possible (ex. ‘drinking a mug of strong green tea first thing in the morning’ instead of just ‘tea’) -[then write a list for yourself because it’s important to remember the little things that bring you joy] Oooh, I like this one – we should do one for all the Tracy clan 😀
This is Part one of at least two. I promised you something tonight, but I haven’t managed to finish it yet (I had to rewrite a good chunk of this bit tonight as Scott was being difficult). So while this doesn’t really end on a cliffhanger, it might as well. Sorry. Warnings: Virgil/Kayo, part of the Warm Rain universe, some kinda graphic depictions of injury (poor Virgil), Virgil!Whump and angst for everyone, including me. She had only had a split second to realise what was happening before he barrelled into her, his sheer mass wrapping around her, ever the protective idiot she loved. There was snow and rock. She lost her belay rope, the world just spun sickeningly. In the confusion a sharp spire of rock loomed, Virgil reached, his arm blue against all the white. And he screamed. She had never heard him quite make that kind of sound. And their fall stopped. The snow roared around them, but they had stopped moving. He was trembling around her, his right arm the only purchase they had. His eyes were clenched shut. “Virgil?” “I can’t…” He cried out as something hit them and they were falling again. White. Freefall. And […]
Loving Virgil Tracy made her vulnerable. She had known it from the very beginning, but she had pushed it aside labelling it no different from loving him as a brother. Love hurt, it was the nature of the emotion. She was wrong. Yes, she loved her brothers more than life itself. But Virgil, he had been her brother, but now…that rock may as well have gutted her, it hurt so much. His lax face, his head on her shoulder. His smile as he asked her to marry him, all the while bleeding away. She closed her eyes, hiding the sight of the room she shared with him. Hiding his jeans discarded on the bed, the red flannel he so preferred, the abandoned sketchbook he had been playfully cartooning with the night before, goofy pictures of his brothers and the celebrities on the holovid they had been half-watching before becoming far too interested in each other to care. She could smell his cologne. She could hear his beautiful voice. But he wasn’t here. And it was too late. There was no going back. It was almost as if part of her had broken open, a seal no longer airtight, and she […]
From here. Blame @vegetacide I should be working! He was too pale in some places and too red in others. The green of his baldric only made the colour scheme worse. The blue just turned his blood dark. It was her own fault. She had unhooked her harness from the belay at just the wrong moment, attempting to reach that last survivor. Former survivor. The mountain had rumbled down on them. She’d only had a split second to realise what was happening before he barrelled into her, his sheer mass wrapping around her, ever the protective idiot she loved. There was snow and rock. She managed to hold onto her belay rope, but other than that, the world just spun sickeningly. In the confusion a sharp spire of rock loomed, Virgil reached, his arm blue against all the white. And he screamed. She’d never heard him quite make that kind of sound. And their fall stopped. The snow roared around them, but they had stopped moving. She took the opportunity and, fumbling, reattached her belay to her harness. He was trembling around her, his arm the only purchase they had. His eyes were clenched shut. “Virgil?” “I can’t…” He cried […]