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)
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Scott’s Thunderbird “We will discuss this later.” Virgil’s baritone had dropped to a threat. The man turned and strode across the room in her direction. She slipped further into the shadows, but he turned and approached the wall beside the portraits. Turning around, he reached up and grabbed onto two light fixtures. She heard him mutter something about having to fly the tin can and then the wall ate him. A rumble of machinery echoed through the panelling. She blinked. “Doctor Harris?” Okay, that made her jump and not a little guilty. John was looking in her direction, so she slipped out of hiding and ‘scooted into the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” John sighed. “You didn’t. Please excuse Virgil, he is not really approachable before his morning coffee.” “Where is he going?” Another sigh. “There was an incident in a Brazilian skyscraper early this morning. A fire. Thunderbird Two attended with Alan and Gordon along with Brains for engineering advice.” What? She’d slept through that? John must have read her expression. “The villa is well soundproofed for most of our launches. Only one really disturbs the main house enough to wake those deeply asleep.” As if […]
@the-lady-razorsharp Just for you, m’dear 😀 A little goofy, some cute and those eyes 😀 which do appear to be more turquoise than green 😀 First three from ‘Impact’, last two from ‘Lost Kingdom’. I don’t own these images, I’m just sharing the joy. Nutty(cos I couldn’t resist and I’m too lazy to write tonight :D)
the-lady-razorsharp: givethispromptatry: Your character has just escaped from his captors and is running through a swamp. He grasps his wounded, bleeding side and trudges on through the swamp. He grows weary from running, weak from hunger, and is dizzy from blood loss. Heart beating faster, he plods through the muck using whatever strength he has, but the loos of blood was making him wobbly. He knew that he couldn’t go on for much longer but he had to try to put as much distance as he could between him and his captors. He trudges on, growing weaker and weaker. Finally, before his legs could give out, he leans back on a large bald cypress tree and slumps down into the thick mud. Anxiously, he glances around, looking for any sign of his captors and, for once, in a very long time, breathes a jagged sigh of relief. He lays there, chest deep in thick mud, thoughts racing madly; his heart beats rapidly in his chest. Night time falls. The character’s head explodes in a very painful headache. His ears ring loudly with a white noise. The character shifts uncomfortably in the cold thick mud, trying to keep himself upright. The […]
redemsi: space-baegel: tb5-heavenward: uh uh uh um LOOK! IN THE DISTANCE! IT’S space-baegel TO THE RESCUE WHOO MAN OKAY LETS GET SOME HEADCANONS GOING Scott’s the lead singer, but all the girls crush on Virgil, because he’s mysterious and quiet and rumor has it he can play the piano. Gordon is the one who absolutely can’t sing. The fans have accepted it. It’s sort of an inside joke between true International Rescue fans. Alan falls asleep everywhere while they’re on tour. On the bus, at the venues – there’s a picture floating around the internet somewhere in which he’s got his head on Gordon’s shoulder, the two of them fast asleep backstage while Scott’s out doing his solo. Their hit single I’ll Save You Baby was number one on the charts for a solid seven weeks. An acoustic music video of the song is released and, although everyone agrees that Scott is flawless (as always), the fanbase is really more shocked by the fact that John can sing. Like dang, John can sing. Did anyone know that John could sing that well? This spurred a rapid increase of John-fans and, relatedly, a rapid increase of the number of bras thrown on stage, […]
redemsi: Today’s not the day – but today is relative to where you are, so what the hell. Today may not even be today, but today could be today. *inserts pointless caption* I think I’ve found an art movement that I love…after all those years of art training and study (well, not too many years, let’s face it, I’m a crappy student), I finally found an entire movement I can adore. I’m calling it fanart and I’m going to dribble all over it repeatedly. I adore the emotion in this @redemsi The expressions on their faces are just wonderful. So casual, so brothers, fabulous work! Nutty(picking dried gesso off her arm)
the-lady-razorsharp: Fan comic for @gumnut-logic ’s “Fischler vs. Tracy.” I may color the rest but I definitely wanted the final panel in color! Scotty in his aviator shades, LOL…and hipster John in his tinted glasses. Gordy wears Wayfarers. The woman in the skirt is Kayo. And lemme tell you, those are some pricey kicks Scott is wearing in the first panel, I Googled for a reference photo. 💰💰💰 ::bounces about madly:: Look what @the-lady-razorsharp did! An arrowhead of Tracys ::adores, adores, adores:: Scenes from Fischler vs. Tracy 😁 Nutty (So excited 😁)
Roadside Assistance This one is @vegetacide ‘s fault. It is 2.30am here and I have no brain after a day of exhaustion thanks to a 4.30am start and a crash on the couch when I got home (yeah, my sleep cycle is a mess). So I had time, but no brain. Veggie requested a little Virgil/Kayo fluff which is all my brain is really capable at the moment, so yeah, prompts are still on the list, I am just out of juice at the moment. I hope you enjoy this little scribble anyway. I’ve stopped it where I have due to the need to investigate bed, but I’m sure you’ll let me know if you would like me to continue ::hugs you all:: It was idyllic, if a little annoying. Thunderbird Two stood up on her struts on a deserted beach in Southern Australia. The sun was out, the sky the blue of late afternoon dusted with a handful of wispy clouds. It was spring, so there were wildflowers in the sand dunes and the temperature was mild. So yes, idyllic. Except for the fact that Thunderbird Two wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon because she had blown a fuel intake […]
Puppy Pile This one is for @ak47stylegirl who asked for a group hug. Well, I didn’t quite deliver a hug exactly….what I came up with, well, I hope you enjoy it anyway 😀 Warning for a little toilet humour, and just a touch of Virgil/Kayo cos I couldn’t resist 😀 “Who’s stupid idea was this anyway?” “Whose is it usually?” “Gordon’s!” Two, possibly three voices answered in unison, the third one cut off by a yelp. “Hey! I wasn’t the one who lost the bet.” “No, that was Scott’s fault. Ow, get off my fingers!” “Sorry!” She winced. That had to hurt, Virgil was heavy. “Guys, settle down.” “I would, but Alan has his butt in my face.” There was a sudden loud drawn out putter. “Oh my god, you didn’t!” Her lips twisted. “Oh, you did! My god, Alan, in my face! You shit! You reek!” And Gordon was gagging. She couldn’t help but notice the smirk on Scott’s face. In echo of years long gone, “Now, Alan, what do you say?” Dutifully her littlest brother piped up, “Pardon me.” “You are going down, bro. So down, you won’t see daylight for a week.” “Can we get on with […]
tb5-heavenward: SUPERPOWER AU CONTINUES Lady Penelope has been codenamed after a favourite blend of tea. I am uncertain if I am very clever or very lame. Probably both. Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 Superpower AU Premise // (superpower_au/chrono) Superpower AU – Part 5 Virgil wishes it was unfamiliar, the sensation of Gordon’s hands planted on his chest, and water being forced up, out of his nose, mouth. His brother’s kneeling over him, intent and concentrating on pulling the water out of Virgil’s airways. There’s a last, warm gush of liquid up through his throat, and it brings silt, grit from the river bottom along with it before Virgil manages to roll over and push himself up, hacking and choking on his own, spitting up mud and shoving his brother away. Keep reading I am such a fan of superheroes, and a fan of TAG, so this is absolutely wonderful. Highly recommended. Go read now 😀 Nutty (Adores)
the-lady-razorsharp: “Just feel, John.” Keep reading Wow. @the-lady-razorsharp Just wow. So three dimensional, so six sensorial, so just wow. Feel the moment. ::hugs::
tagsecretsanta: to @cookidoughlilac I do not own this piece of art/fiction. @navigatorsnorth is the original creator and has agreed to this being posted on this blog for Secret Santa 2017. Christmas Rituals Christmas is all about rituals, even (and especially) for astronauts. For John Tracy, Christmas begins like this: As soon as the clock ticks past midnight on a certain island somewhere in the western Pacific, Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward receives a call. “Merry Christmas Pen!” the apparition in her compact is bright and grinning, cheerfully floating within the characteristic lightness of zero-g. Penny’s answering scowl does not cover her smile. Keep reading This is just fabulous 😁
Title: Halloween Three (Part Two) Warm Rain Series Part One Author: Gumnut 28 Oct/22 Dec 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Virgil stared into the mirror and fiddled with his bow tie. Word count: 1084 Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: After ‘The Proposal’ and before ‘Goodbye’. Author’s note: And here finally is another part of the Halloween fic. Still plenty more to come, but I hope you enjoy this little bit. Part of it was posted on Tumblr about three months ago, so apologies if you’ve read that bit before. 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- 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 […]
I am so happy to have been gifted this wonderful artwork based on my Sotto Voce tale ‘Father’. Drawn by the wonderful Lady Equinox 😀 Thank you so much, I am so spoilt by your talent. It illustrates the moment where after a battle of sorts, Eos and John finally are able to hug each other in the virtual world. Thank you, thank you, thankyou so much. And here is another drawing of Eos by the Lady E from earlier in the series. I am so lucky to be in such a wonderful fandom ::loves you all:: For the stories and all the artwork that has been created by you wonderful Thunderbirds people, you can find it all on my Master Story List page, which I have just updated to finally include the mess of fic I wrote during crazy November. Drop by to catch up on anything that might have been missed 😀 and it is all in timeline order. Nutty(so, so spoilt by you wonderfuls)
Title: The Price (Part Three)A Tale of Sotto VocePart OnePart TwoAuthor: Gumnut14 – 20 Dec 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: Mature (for dark themes and swearing)Summary: They both had a price.Word count: 2467Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2, Sotto Voce and Il Mago Timeline: Set sometime after Il Mago and Father.Author’s note: All I can say is Poor Virgil. And thank you to @scribbles97 for the reality check at random o’clock. Sometimes I need a little reassurance that I’m not writing rubbish 😀 Thank you all for all your support with this series. I hope you enjoy part three 😀Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- John stared at his status displays. Everything had stopped. The explosion was still imminent, but the chaos of the two minds assailing the network was gone. The silence was ominous. He reached out, a vague hope looming, and once again attempted to deactivate the fuel cell overload in TB1. He could almost hear the sigh as the reaction shutdown at his command. The sound he made in his own throat was strangled. He didn’t waste another moment, his fingers skipping across the controls for TB2. […]
From The Price WIP John couldn’t enter the network, but Eos could. “John?” Her voice was panicked. “What is happening? Where is Virgil?” “Eos, we’ve lost contact. The network appears clear, but I can’t guarantee it.” He swallowed only now realising exactly what he was about to risk and hesitant to actually ask. He didn’t have to. The hardlines reconnected with the main network and Eos rushed out. “What happened?” But they both knew he didn’t have to answer. She had connection to everything now and she was pulling up the logs as she spoke. “He’s dying.” “Yes. We need to find him. Now.” “FAB.” -o-o-o-
gentlebluelizard: Oooh @gumnut-logic so sorry, it looks like I actually don’t have the Virgil story I promised. Looks like it might have been deleted AGGGGGHHHHH. Try this one, no actual physical ‘Virgil damage’ – except to his heart. (Please remember – I usually write about Gordon so there’s quite a bit of Gordon in here too!) Boys and Boxes Virgil’s first major art exhibition was to be at La Lyntze, the singularly most exclusive venue possible, run by the notoriously grand Eva Lyntze, in San Francisco. “This is an absolute disaster!” She bemoaned dramatically, her long slender fingers accentuating her flailing arms, festooned with diamond bracelets, as she waved her hands at the empty walls of her gallery. She couldn’t stand the stress and told everyone so, repeatedly. Why? Well, two weeks before the opening, Virgil should have been in San Francisco with all his paintings. They had already been photographed, documented and catalogued, ready for hanging – but where was he? Keep reading Totally loves this 😁
From The Sotto Voce universe John stared at the holographic interpretation of the network and, not for the first time, wished it had been he who had been infected with the nanites, not Virgil. If he had the power to interface, to reach into the network and travel the connections, seek information, surf the virtual world… The brief glimpse of his daughter, the flash of presence that had been his brother, the mere possibilities…it all lured him, but right now, at this very moment, the ability to jump into the network and hunt his brother down would be oh so welcome. Followed by the only murder he had ever wanted to commit. And he would do it with no regret.
Title: The Price (Part Two) A Tale of Sotto Voce Author: Gumnut Nov – 14 Dec 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Mature (for dark themes and some swearing) Summary: They both had a price. Word count: 2662 Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2, Sotto Voce and Il Mago Timeline: Set sometime after Il Mago and Father. Author’s note: Finally, here is part two. Sorry for the wait, RL and lazy writing hit me sideways. Again, like all through this series, this ends in a cliffhanger. Sorry. I envision one more part, but then my envisioning has never been particularly good. I hope you enjoy reading it and thankyou for sticking with this universe while I was off writing romance 😀 Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- John Tracy rarely got angry. He prided himself on his ability to stay calm and calculating in the most stressful situations. It was imperative in his position. However, he had been under considerable repetitive strain over the last few months, and to discover the same invasive element had just waltzed through every defence he and Eos had deployed and once again […]