Nutty going mobile again I’m about to drive around 230kms, there is a beach house involved. Much excitement. However, I only had four hours sleep last night and I feel like crap 😁 Where’s a Thunderbird when I need one? Caffeine will have to do, I guess. I needs me some Virgil. Shower me with Virgil. Hmm, that sounds kinda kinky 😁 Nutty (With her next fic brewing in her head….poor, poor Virg)
Monthly Archives: November 2018
After Goodbye This is set just after ‘Goodbye’. I felt like writing a mood piece and this is what happened. Warm Rain series, Virgil/Kayo. Long before dawn, the sky barely tinting as the far away sun only just started to make its presence known. Virgil stepped through the hangar door and out onto the runway. He didn’t often see the landing strip from this perspective, but he needed a moment out of the confines of the concrete and the artificial lighting. The chill of the morning dark caressed his face. He pulled down his rolled up sleeves and took a deep breath, revelling in the scent of the ocean. His boots made hardly any sound as he walked along the strip. The reinforced concrete was stained by the repeated skid marks and VTOL of landing his ‘bird. Not too obvious to the untrained eye, but up close he could see the interwoven lines of specialised silicon rubber trailing back and forth. Hell, he could see the scuff and burn from his crash landings. The strip had seen many a takeoff, many a return. The artificial palms creaked in the breeze. A lonely cry echoed in the sky and he looked […]
the-lady-razorsharp: Oooooh wanna do something with this. I’d give it to @gumnut-logic but she has way too much to do LOL Quite possibly, but so tempting 😀
For @vegetacide More photos from Cleland Wildlife Park in the Adelaide Hills. Forgot to upload photos on the day to my computer, so here be some that I didn’t post before. ::hugs:: Nutty(edge, sleeping on it)
Aaargh ::glares at fic:: Not my best, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ::hugs:: Title: Tick Tock Author: Gumnut 21 – 30 Nov 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: And then he had to take that one step further. Word count: 6861 Spoilers & warnings: None. Timeline: Standalone Author’s note: This is for @i-am-chidorixblossom She was having a bad time of it, but this fic got out of control, did what it damn well pleased, and RL kicked my butt, so it is delivered late ::headdesk:: I’ve been staring at it for far too long. It has issues, but I’m not sure how to fix them. ::glares at it some more:: Also, I’m a librarian and an artist/designer, not a medical professional, so please suspend disbelief if I’ve completely blown it 😀 In any case, I hope you enjoy it anyway and thank you to all for your continuing wonderful support. I couldn’t do this without you ::biggest hugs with extra snuggles for Chiddi:: Author’s note: Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Virgil stared at the piano. The ivory stared back. Reaching out a gloved hand […]
I really need to finish this fic! Nutty (Who hasn’t finished a fic in ages, despite writing every night for the past week)
the-lady-razorsharp: bruwho: @sarahbahbah @vegetacide @kylorr81 @gumnut-logic lookit this amber-eyed boy Oh dear 😀
followthepaintbrush: WIP Wednesday. Today I bring you this gorgeous paint by numbers kit. I live the different tones of pink – yes there are 15 different tone,counted them myself – that make up the illusion of feathers. Did I mention that I am in love with this one? Tagging the following. Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged and I’ll omit you from the list @mrseviltedi @scribbles97 @gentlebluelizard @madilayn @hanaxsongs @duchessnibenhu-ofpyromania @mitsue-n @lenle-g @lightning1999 @gumnut-logic @writerdarkflamespyre @greentigergirl-art This list is getting bigger! Sorry if I missed anyone out. Let me know if you want to be added too And this be my latest little painting that has been sitting ignored for, oh, since 12 May. I did finish my big galah painting since then, but writing has pretty much brought my painting to a screeching halt. That will change in January…which means I really need to start finishing some fic soon! When this is finished, it will be a New Holland Honeyeater, a common little bird in South Australia. Thanks for the tag @followthepaintbrush 😁 I’d like to tag @vegetacide @the-lady-razorsharp and @i-am-chidorixblossom Show us you work-in-progress (but only if you want to :D) Nutty (Queen of […]
akireyta: thebaconsandwichofregret: ladylike-foxes: icantwritegood: worldsworstfather: character in a fight scene: *restrains their opponent by pinning them against the wall by their wrists* me: character in a fight scene: *pins their opponent down by straddling their waist and holding their wrists to the floor* me: character in a fight scene: *lifting their disarmed opponent’s chin slightly with the business end of their weapon* me: @akireyta @scribeofred this is a call out post Call out for more? Hmm, definitely has possibilities 😁
It was Grandma who kept him sane. She kicked out Scott, reassured Alan, relieved Gordon and stopped Kayo from killing nurses. But most of all she sat with him and ran her fingers through his hair at those most frustrating and confronting moments. And she brushed away his tears when he couldn’t do it himself. -o-o-o- Aaargh, so close but still not finished! had to choose sleep over writing, damnit. Nutty (Edge, off it, sleeping on the way down)
Sleepy Ugh, writing a character who is falling asleep by increments sends me to sleep. C’mon, Nutty, you’ve nearly finished. For crying out loud, STAY AWAKE! Nutty (Off the edge, asleep before she hits the ground)
Okay, here I am on the other side of crazy month. Still have some client work to do, but the big scary is gone until July next year where I have an exhibition lined up – and the twenty paintings I need to paint between now and then ( ::runs around screaming madly:: ) However, I have given myself a good chunk of December to play with the Tracy boys before I get out my paintbrush. November mangled my nice theory of one, maybe two fics being written at one time, so now I need to work out exactly what is hanging five and the mess I need to clean up. So the fics currently in progress are: The Price (Sotto Voce) – gotta be in the right frame of mind for this, needs brain power and an angry Virgil. I know mostly what is going to happen, just need to write it. Tick Tock (standalone) – a little stuck on this one, needs more creative thinking, but is at least two thirds complete already. Love & Sacrifice (Warm Rain) – I pretty much know what is going to happen with this one as it has been mostly written in […]
Tick Tock (continued again) From here The hiss of the ventilator hurt. It was a rhythmic sound, something no doubt Virgil would be able to sense, perhaps even create some music to, but to Scott, it just screamed pain. Virgil couldn’t breathe on his own. There was concern that he soon wouldn’t be able to do anything on his own and he would die. Why? They didn’t know. Scott had clung to the hospital having the answers. He was only a paramedic, doctors knew so much more. But they didn’t know. He had sent Gordon back to TB2, to return her home and gather the rest of the family in Tracy Two. John had declined to come down just yet. He wanted the power of Thunderbird Five to support his sudden research into the causes of paralysis. Grandma sat under his arm, her head on his shoulder, her expression lost as she stared at her dying grandson. Yes, dying. There was no denying it, just futile rage against it. And the lack of reason was pure torture. His medical history had been scoured. And what a history it was. The doctor had many questions. What had his brother eaten in […]
Hmm, taghiatis sounds like some kind of disease… Virgil stared at the lumpy protrusion growing out of his shin. Oh my goodness, it was a taghiatis! All purple and green, kinda pickle-like (yeah, @vegetacide , I said the P word :D). Anyway, @akireyta has proposed we share old fics. Well, none of my Thunderbirds fics are older than five months, since I’ve only been writing since July. I will shout out the first two I ever wrote since they are the oldest No-one is losing their dad today (I really wish I had thought of a better title, also the first post on this blog, I think) A Good Day (still one of my favourites and proof that I can write a fic about Virgil without him being injured in any way :D) Also, the epilogue – A Little Understanding (which isn’t as good as the fic, but exists anyway). Now, if you have read any of my fic, you’ll know I pretty much write Virgil-focussed fic. I also read the same, so here is a shout out for a few of my favs. Thunderbirds: a collection – Chapter 25 The Human Touch by @the-lady-razorsharp (I’ve raved before, I’ll rave again […]
Tick Tock (continued) From here. Someone was stroking his hair. “Mmm, tha’s good.” “Virgil? Are you with us?” Scott. But there was a fragrance. “Grandma?” “I’m here, honey.” The fingers in his hair patted him gently. “Not feel so good.” A shadow fell across his eyelids and a kiss brushed his forehead. “Don’t you worry, you’re safe.” And it was only then he realised that he was surrounded by the sound of his beloved ‘bird. “Wha-? Why?” He tried to sit up and discovered blankets over him and a needle in his arm and hands hurrying to hold him down. “Woah, Virg, you relax. We’re on our way to the hospital.” Opening his eyes produced a blurry approximation of his big brother. “Who’s flying?” “Gordon.” He struggled to sit up, attempting to throw his legs off the side of the bed. But something was wrong. He stilled and the hands holding him back steadied him. “What’s wrong with my legs?” He tried to move them again. The left one shifted a little, but the right one might as well have not been there. Panic hit. “What happened? What’s wrong?” He couldn’t remember. “Virgil!” It was Scott’s command voice, but something […]
gumnut-logic: I watched the 1960′s movie ‘Thunderbirds Are Go’ today for the first time. The last scene, gotta love it for the above ::giggles a little insanely:: Scott, you are definitely working those glasses 😀 Nutty(off the edge, and giggling all the way down :D) These images do not belong to me, I’m just sharing the joy. Reblogging, because it is definitely worth it 😀 This post is the source of the Green Dragon storyline in Warm Rain. A comment was made that Virgil above just needed a motorcycle to go with the handlebar moustache above 😀 The entire craziness is in the notes 😀 But yeah, Virg and his Harley was born here 😀 Nutty(cleaning up the gazillion tabs she has open on her iPad, and yeah, this was one of them 😀 )
gumnut-logic: Sally Tracy adored her grandkids. She was so proud of the strong, young men they had become, and so comforted by their equally strong moral code and need to help anyone in need of it. Each one shone in their own special way, each one had his own strengths, and together they made a fantastic team and a wonderful family. But she couldn’t help but have an extra soft spot for Virgil. She didn’t play favourites, or really, like any parent, tried her best not to, and she loved them all more than her own life. But he was the one who always stepped up to help her first, always the one who checked on her, stood by her, looked after her in those moments where she might be vulnerable. Sure, he didn’t like her cooking any more than his brothers, but he was always there. Just there. And that meant a great deal to Sally. He was also very much like his mother, and she suspected that the pieces of the puzzle that had fit so well with his parents helped fit him to her in personality just that little bit more. He was such a sweet gentle […]
This is related to this. @the-lady-razorsharp is evil and @vegetacide is aiding and abetting 😀 it is all their fault 😀 A moment during that Harley Holiday One aspect of the Australian Outback that Virgil Tracy absolutely adored was that you could find yourself in places where there wasn’t another human being for miles. The stilllness in the early morning just before the sun broke over the endless plain, the chill in the air with the only sound that of birds and trees. It was so peaceful. A splash and a gurgle and his attention was drawn towards the billabong. Ripples spread out from the centre, circles interweaving in a complex pattern of disturbance. A grey heron flew off with a mouthful. A magpie warbled from a nearby eucalypt. The environment was so different from Tracy Island, yet it shared a connection he couldn’t define. “Good morning.” Ah, there was the definition. Kay sauntered past him wearing only pyjama shorts, her leather jacket for warmth and a pair of flip flops between her and the red earth. He stared, watching as she casually walked over to the Harley, leant over slightly and began rummaging through what was left of the […]