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.
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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?
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.
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 […]
gumnut-logic: soniabigcheese: He didn’t hear the door opening – the stereo was on LOUD and he was busy gyrating and wiggling his butt to this classic. He was also clad in just a towel draped around his narrow waist, and he was holding a mop and kissing on cue to the lyrics of the song. This is so cool – Alan sniggered as he held the video camera and zoomed in on his brother. That’s when Gordon whipped around … and froze. Not only was Alan there, there was also a captive audience and they all bore the same ‘gotcha’ expressions on their faces. They’d finally gotten revenge on their elusive prankster brother. Oh, god, @soniabigcheese gave me permission, I really hope she doesn’t regret it. Warning: total crackfic! I may have broken a character or two. I recommend you read it while listening to the music 😀 It had been a shit birthday. One of those days, but in triplicate. Everything he had planned had fallen on its face. The only thing that had gone well was that none of his brothers had been injured in today’s rescue. Unfortunately, Gordon hadn’t been as lucky. Sure, it was only a […]
http://the-lady-razorsharp.tumblr.com/post/182849054277/makes-me-think-of-scott-and-em-gumnut-logic Okay, this is entirely @the-lady-razorsharp ‘s fault. I should be writing the end of Gentle Rain, but no, I’m writing Tales of Gentle Rain instead ::headdesk:: This has no plot and is little more than a scene that goes nowhere. It is set somewhere after the not finished Gentle Rain fic. It is entirely based on the above post, Lady R tagged me in. And there is only Scott and Em in this, so no Virg ::misses him terribly:: This is pure Gentle Rain. Oh, and apologies for my brief disappearance over the last day or so, Nutty wasn’t well for a bit and was reduced to just watching TAG rather than writing it…and on my birthday no less ::pouts:: But I’m better now and writing again, even if it isn’t what I’m supposed to be writing ::glares at Lady R:: At the end of this week I am finally on three weeks holiday…so hanging out for it. Work is heavy duty at the moment and I’m drowning. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic. Don’t expect too much, then you might enjoy it 😀 Nutty(found the edge again, flexing my wings) Title: Scooter Gentle Rain Series Within the Warm […]
Nutty Day Today is Nutty Day. I hereby declare it, because I can. The day after Gordon’s and six months before Virgil’s. Today is the day to leap off the metaphorical edge and test those wings. Fly, friends, fly! That and to escape from work, sit in a park on a gorgeous sunny day, eat fish and chips, and read fanfic. Cos I can! ::is randomly nuts:: Cos I can. And yes, there is a bottle of Coca-Cola sitting beside me and it may need to take some blame in this. Nutty (And cos I was feeling like crap and needed a little insanity to feel better) PS: while walking from the chip shop to the park I was daydreaming the climax scene to Gentle Rain….I am soooo looking forward to it. It is getting closer. Suddenly she was surrounded by blue fabric. Warm, strong, breathing and, oh god, so familiar. She gasped and it came out a sob. “It’s okay…okay, I’ve got you.” She looked up and there were those eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes that haunted her dreams. Furrowed in fear. “Scott?” He didn’t answer, just pulling her in closer as if he was clinging to her as […]
ao3commentoftheday: here’s to the readers who stay up past midnight reading just one more chapter here’s to the readers who like one fic – so they go through our archive and read everything else here’s to the readers who are still learning the language of the fic they’re reading, but they’re making it through anyhow here’s to the readers who are too shy to tell us how much they love our story, so they just tell all of their friends about it instead here’s to the readers who kudos – and then comment “kudos” when they can’t do it again here’s to the readers who make rec lists or run fic reccing blogs here’s to the readers who give out prompts and ask for metas and suggest ideas of things they’d love to see here’s to the readers who hide their phones so that no one sees what they’re reading, but omg this fic is just so good! here’s to the readers who keysmash, reaction gif, tag, comment, quote us back to us, and otherwise let us know that they loved our work here’s to the readers without you, we don’t exist Thankyou Thunderbird readers for all your wonderful everything 😁 […]
Birthday Hey, isn’t it supposed to be Gordo’s bday today? 14 Feb? Why am I not seeing mentions? Also tomorrow is exactly six months before Virg’s bday. These are important days ::nods sagely:: Nutty (Aquarians rule, but a little Leo cub doesn’t hurt either :D)
Sometimes if she sits there, she can imagine. She can hear the notes, his laughter amongst them. Feel his touch, his lips on her skin. His breath against her ear. The touch of the soft upholstery of the piano stool. His name on the breeze as it wafts through the open doors, across the balcony. She can imagine. And remember. And perhaps one day. He will return to her. -o-o-o- @the-lady-razorsharp Warm Rain.
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 Author: Gumnut 9 – 13 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: 4107 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 And here is your cliffhanger resolution. Many apologies for that. Thank you for not killing me 😀 I hope you enjoy this and thankyou for all your wonderful support. Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Gordon Tracy adored his brother Virgil. Ever ask him and he’d deny it through his teeth. Did he understand how the man’s brain worked? Not a clue. Did they argue on a regular basis? All the time. But did he love him? More than life itself. So, to first have to catch […]
A revelation Did this happen every time they went out? Was death always this close? Would she have to sit here and watch Scott risk his life day after day? The future stretched out before her in a roadmap of pain. And it hurt. His blue eyes glanced in her direction, caught her stare and frowned. “Em?” She bit her lip and realised she loved him. A blink and a wave of fear. She hardly knew him, yet… “Are you okay?” Bloody hell. She found her voice. “I’m…I’m fine. I want to see Virgil as soon as he gets back.” “You will. Even if I have to hog tie him.” It should be noted that Nutty drank a can of Coke with her dinner tonight and is now high as a kite…this is why I don’t drink coffee ::spins around, arms spread out wide and laughing:: Now let’s do some writing, yeah!
ladyrazorsharp on Twitter Okay, I’m hoping that’s plastic otherwise the smell would not be earning him any friends. @the-lady-razorsharp ::hugs:: Nutty (Still working, no writing, lots of pouting)
cttagverse: This popped into my head because of something @gumnut-logic said about a prompt she had found–the boys being older and reflecting on their past and IR. I had gone to bed last night, but was unable to sleep because it was running through my head so I got up and wrote it. As such, I am completely blaming Nutty for me not getting to sleep until late XP Virgil was sitting in a chair next to the window. It was his favorite place to sit when it was too chilly to sit outside. Of course the cold seemed to get to him easier than it had in the past—who would have thought he’d have issues with the temperature on a tropical island? The island had been their father’s when they had finally convinced him to retire. They had hired a live in nurse to help him when they had noticed him start to struggle with mundane things. He argued for a year after she had arrived, but they thought he had become quite smitten with her after a while—though he would never admit it, his heart always and forever belonged to their mother. Keep reading Aaargh, how can I […]