Title: Gentle RainWarm Rain SeriesPart NineteenAuthor: Gumnut1 – 4 Mar 2019Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.Word count: 3000Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.Author’s note: For @scribbles97 And here we are, the last chapter. There will be an Epilogue full of important stuff, I’ve started it. Also, those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have already read the first Tale of Gentle Rain – I kinda jumped the gun and didn’t want to officially publish it until I had finished this fic…which is pretty close now. So, there is more to come. Thank you ever so much to @scribbles97 who has helped me through this entire fic. Also thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom and @the-lazy-razorsharp who have also answered my frantic calls at various points in time – this fic was a nerve-wracker and I can be really insecure at times 😀 I would also like to give a massive thanks to all of you who have cheered me along the way. Your comments and feedback have kept […]
Nutty
I’m sitting outside at 7am before the sun has managed to cross the horizon. It is 30C because there has been a northerly blowing all night, gracing us with the heat for the Australian Outback. Today is going to be a scorcher at 41C and you can tell. All I can hear is birds. They are everywhere. We have Noisy Minors And I saw a flock of galahs fly over earlier. But most of all there are Rainbow Lorikeets – they are everywhere. I’m not much of an early riser. I prefer to sleep into at least 8am any day, depending on how badly I slept during the night, so I don’t usually see or hear this morning chorus and I have to say that it is very noisy. Hmm, maybe now as the sun is rising, I can sit out here, grab some breakfast and write a little more Gentle Rain before that scorching sun hits. It is not going to be a pleasant day. Thank goodness for our overworked air conditioner. Nutty (onto the Thunderbirds)
Title: Gentle RainWarm Rain SeriesPart EighteenAuthor: Gumnut28 Feb – 1 Mar 2019Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.Word count: 3119Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.Author’s note: For @scribbles97 Oh, this was fun to write. It may be called a trope, but I don’t care, it was fun 😀 Nutty got to blow something up, mwhahahahaha! I hope you enjoy it.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.-o-o-o- She eased herself slowly back into her life. She worked through a list of shocked friends, the necessary sympathy regarding her latest injury, questions about where she had been, how she was and what she was going to do next. There were catch up lunches, new clients and Uncle Crispin. He cornered her as soon as he could, which considering the state of the Siberian gas fields, wasn’t anywhere as soon as he would have preferred. He finally made it to her house two weeks after her month of seclusion. The fact he actually visited the […]
Title: Gentle RainWarm Rain SeriesPart SeventeenAuthor: Gumnut27 Feb 2019Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.Word count: 5441Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.Author’s note: For @scribbles97 I literally wrote all day today. Over 5000 words in one day, bringing to total of this fic to over 50,000 words. I’m kinda chuffed at that 😀 We’re nearing the end of this mammoth undertaking (for me anyway), so get ready to hold onto your hats. I hope you enjoy it.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Life settled down for Em. Time moved on. She returned to the house in Margaret River and put herself back together. She cut herself off from the rest of the world and gave herself some time simply to recuperate. It had been easy to forget amongst all the drama of Virgil’s illness that she had suffered a loss of her own. Arriving on her own doorstep had finally enabled her to start processing the state of her own […]
Title: Gentle RainWarm Rain SeriesPart One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part SixteenAuthor: Gumnut23 – 26 Feb 2019Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.Word count: 2583Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.Author’s note: For @scribbles97 There has been kicking and screaming in the process of writing this. Many thanks to all who have put up with my incessant whining about this fic. I hope you enjoy it anyway.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.-o-o-o- Scott was sick to death of the hoverchair. To be able to climb out of it and walk anywhere he wanted to, to run, jump and throw himself wherever he chose, god, he couldn’t wait. Of course, as he watched Em ‘scoot down the hospital corridor to go talk doctor to other doctors about Virgil, he felt it in his gut knowing that she had no such freedom to look forward to. Gerald was on security duty […]
Okay, fic, this is me glaring at you. It is 10.30am in the morning. I have music. I am shunting the client work to another part of the day. The kids are at school. Hubby is otherwise occupied. It is just you and me. ::glares:: It is damn hot, but it is going to be damn hot all week, so get used to it. We have a Scott who needs to come to a decision. We have an Em who needs to get back to Perth. We have Kayo who needs to calm the damn hell down. We have a Virgil who needs to stop getting himself injured, damn it. ::glares some more: ::stretches typing fingers, wriggles shoulders, cracks neck:: Ow, that hurt, stop getting physical, you’re a bloody wimp, live with it. Now… Let’s write. Nutty (off the edge, kickin’ fic butt)
Just re-read an older fic and thouroughly enjoyed it. If you like a little Scott & Virgil brotherly interaction, go read...
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Just look at that. The next week’s weather here. For reference 38C = 100F. I love summer, but if I want to paint in acrylics, this sucks. This data and image belongs to the Australian Bureau of Meteorology, one of my favourite sites on the internet, and yes, I am a weather geek.
He woke exhausted, his brain foggy and not responding. He was in an unfamiliar room. He was fully dressed. There was a woman in his arms. Scott Tracy startled as his brain finally came fully online.
Some of you expressed concern for Virgil due to the last scene I posted. At the time that was pretty much all I had written of that scene. I finished it in the early hours of this morning, many thanks to @scribbles97 for interrupting her food preparation to answer my desperate squawk of ‘does ths work?????’ I mentioned in the comments of that post that Virg was in good hands. I feel I have gained a repuation (deservedly) because that apparently sounded ominous. So here is the entire scene for your reassurance ::hugs you all:: @the-lady-razorsharp @vegetacide There had been no sleep. The ceiling tiles had morphed into a maze of torture, his eyes sketching and re-sketching out shapes made by the holes and the squares, annoying him to no end. He wanted Kay. He wanted to hold her, to make sure she was alright, to reassure her that he was quitting IR, that he had chosen her. But he was also scared. International Rescue had been everything for so long. Sure there was plenty of other stuff he could do, but could he watch his brothers go out, leaving him behind? It hadn’t been easy saying those words to […]
scribbles97: This has been a long time in the making with going back and forth on different projects but I’ve finally got there with it with lots of help from @gumnut-logic so credit is all on you really Nutty for getting me into writing this. All it takes is a gust of wind to blow the apples from the tree. Read on AO3 Keep reading @scribbles97 has been helping me with my Scott characterisation (and pretty much everything else including my never ending hysterics and the question ‘does this work?’) while I’ve been writing Gentle Rain. So yeah, she’s had to work for her prompt 😁 What do I know about writing Scott? ::grin:: Along the way, I’ve been lucky to read chunks of her wonderful new fic 😁 So yeah, I’ve been spoilt on all fronts 😁 So when I say, go read this fic! I know what I’m talking about. GO READ THIS FIC!!!! It’s got Scott, its got Virg, drama and whump 😁 Thankyou, Scribbs, for writing such a lovely fic. ::hugs you:: Nutty (Finally on holiday, yay! Let the painting and riting begin)
There had been no sleep. The ceiling tiles had morphed into a maze of torture, his eyes sketching and re-sketching out shapes made by the holes and the squares, annoying him to no end. He wanted Kay. He wanted to hold her, to make sure she was alright, to reassure her that he was quitting IR, that he had chosen her. But he was also scared. International Rescue had been everything for so long. Sure there was plenty of other stuff he could do, but could he watch his brothers go out, leaving him behind? It hadn’t been easy saying those words to Scott, but it was going to be even harder to enact them. And there was pain, no matter what medication they put him on. He could feel the fog clogging his mind, yet breathing still hurt. Perhaps he should ask for something stronger, something that could finally knock him out and end the pain on all fronts. By the time the sun peeked over the horizon and lit up edges of the window, he was ready to take anything to make it all go away.
Lady Razorsharp on Instagram: “Comic page for @gumnutinspired colored by #spectrumnoirmarkers and colored pencil. #thunderbirdsarego” Look what @the-lady-razorsharp drew! First scene of Fischler vs. Tracy! ::loves madly and bounces all over the room:: An arrowhead of Tracys ::drools on floor:: Thank you, thank you, thank you! Dressed head to toe in a sleek grey suit, blue tie and his hair so soaked in product, the wind didn’t have a chance, Scott was the point of an arrowhead of Tracys. Virgil walked on his right, John on his left, and Gordon and Alan behind them respectively. None of them had a smile on their faces, and all were similarly dressed, broad shoulders and expensive fabrics. One of the rare occasions that shouted the power they wielded and the money they owned. Kayo strode ahead of them, similarly attired, but that didn’t stop her from asserting her security muscle as needed to move the press out of their path. ::cackles madly:: ::bounces some more:: I”m so spoilt! Nutty(edge you are beautiful today :D)
writingprompts365: -why have they decided to help? Virgil’s half uncle-in-law? If I hadn’t killed him off? What could possibly make Virg help that man?
Still writing Part Fifteen of Gentle Rain. Bit of a challenge, but over 2,000 words of it written, so it is coming 😁 In the meantime, have a piece of art instead. This is titled ‘Moment’ and I kinda lke the strength in this woman. Nutty (Sometimes artist)
He couldn’t let her go. She had done something to him. Whether she was smiling or calling him on his shit, there was something in her voice, in her face, in her…that he needed. Something he had to have. The thought of losing her hurt.
I am such a flaky artist sometimes. I didn’t used to think I was – too left brained to be the rainbow dressed, feel the abstract kinda girl. I’m a graphic designer, for crying out loud. But no. I leave my characters in a bind overnight and my stomach is in knots. I have work to do today, so theoretically I can’t write them out of their bind until tonight, but at this rate I’m going to have to do something just to settle my brain. How pathetic is that? Writing is frickin’ addictive and mind altering. Who needs drugs when you can write? ::headdesk multiple times:: Nutty(it’s scary in my head)
Title: Gentle Rain Warm Rain Series Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen Author: Gumnut 13 – 19 Feb 2019 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening. Word count: 2574 Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel. Author’s note: For @scribbles97 ::runs around in circles screaming madly:: My characters have it in for me. ::wails:: Hurts! Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- The moment Scott left, Kay’s glare returned to Virgil. He held up his hands in exasperation. “What the hell was I supposed to do? If Brains dies, International Rescue dies with him!” Kayo straightened in her chair. “And what do you think would happen to International Rescue without you?” “I-“ “Virgil, you can’t keep doing this.” “Doing what? You think I did this […]
My brain again… Okay, obviously I am living and breathing my writing at the moment far too much, because I just dreamed (yes, only dreamed) that I received a complaint for writing more Scott than Virgil. This dream complainant claimed that I have been writing this mammoth story for ages and they were missing my regular non-ship Virg stories. Incidentally, this dream person had a username I had never seen before, so I basically told them (or wanted to, but was more polite), that the fact that the first I had heard of them was this complaint about my writing, so basically they could go jump. If they wanted to contribute to this party, I’m obviously open to positive influencers ::eyes all my inspirators:: Jump in and play. So yeah, apart from me obviously needing to get out more, or get better sleep, I did wake up wondering exactly how long I’ve been writing this fic. I started on 14 Jan and my current word count is over 37,000 words. This is my second longest fic ever, and the longest I have written in this fandom. Except for three or four little fics, it is all I’ve been writing for […]