#thunder wip

[edutainer2022]

On WIP Wednesday I'm challenging myself with this bit to maybe finish the story - it's been written out in my head for months, but it doesn't translate to pixels. Jeff is really trying in this one, but it ain't easy. Scott gets in a lot of trouble.

ANYTHING HE COULD EVER DO WRONG (Bit 1)

Jeff could maybe remember why it seemed like a good idea at the spur of the moment. Lord Hugh Creighton-Ward had unexpectedly arrived accompanied by his daughter on a visit to Tracy Headquarters in NYC. A courtesy visit on paper, it was to be a trial run of Brains' newest development - the heavily augmented, armored state-of-the-art limo-jet FAB0. Besides, the two men had a lot to discuss on a different project Jeff had in the works, that was to change everything.

As it was summer break, Jeff had Scott with him for an impromptu internship at the office (and a bit of bonding time, as Jeff Tracy was in so many words scolded by his mother, who stayed behind on the farm with the rest of the boys). Scott was to shadow Jeff in meetings and to get to know the grassroots workings of different departments. In whatever free time was left the boy was taking extra credit courses over the summer, fully intent to graduate early. So Lord Hugh's visit with his girl formulated an obvious easy plan - have the adults talk shop, and have Scott be a cordial host and show Penelope around the Tracy Towers. Penelope, about John's age, prim and precocious, was already every inch a lady. And if Scott's disarming smile and roguish demeanor was a bit of a bane of feeble hearts among the co-ed interns and younger assisstants, Jeff tried to chalk it up to the boy's blooming people skills for his own peace of mind. It was good to see his son smile again, at least. All in all, what could possibly go wrong?

Well... A LOT it turned out, as Jeff was looking at a smoking pile of pink-tinted cahelium and chrome in mind-spinning horror. Nobody knew how the kids managed to sneak away from the Creighton-Ward driver/bodyguard - Parker - hotwire the controls and take the prototype FAB0 for a spin in the air. Well, Jeff maybe had a vague idea of the Actual British Princess and the fifteen year old Han Solo wannabe situation possibly going on, but that was the furthest on the list of his concerns at the moment. Penny was conscious and for the most part appeared unscathed, when a blanched Parker and Lord Hugh helped her out, but Jeff could see the brown locks slumped on the safety cushion at the wheel and a trickle of blood down his son's face. Scott was unmoving. And Jeff's mind blanked out on the spot.

It was a testament to Brains' engineering genius and safety measures obsession, or the fact Scott grew up at flight controls in his father's lap and was naturally predisposed to fly anything, or maybe Jeff had used up all his lifelong limit of tragedy and loss - the kids were, indeed, alright. Relatively so. Penelope was shaken and more afraid for getting Scott in trouble, it appeared. Admittedly, it was her idea. Or maybe a dare. Scott got a broken wrist and now sported a bright blue cast, and a gush on the forehead that needed stitches. And a vehement, if admirable, insistence to take the fall for the lady.

Jeff wasn't particularly proud of the way he handled it - there might have been yelling, a grounding for the rest of the year, a confiscated phone, no TV or movies, or games privileges, and a strict prohibition to use the computer or tablet for anything other than schoolwork, a crisp "Yes, sir" and possibly a slammed door at the upper level of their Tracy Tower penthouse.

To his credit Jeff had to say that a sight of a son, unconscious amidst the metal debris, covered in soot and blood, was to haunt his sleeping and wakeful hours for many, many years to come, liberally transforming the former into the latter. It was unable to rest a wink and needing a stiffer insentive than an Advil, that Jeff staggered down from the master bedroom to the sitting area, nearly stumbling in the dark over something soft, warm and slumped against the wall on the stairs. The ball of tousled curls and blue pajamas keened painfully in his eldest voice. Scotty!

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #scott tracy needs his dad #jeff tracy #jeff tracy needs a drink #methinks i have astronomy #thunderbirds 2015 #my fic #thunder wip #scott whump #lady penelope

[kindaorangey]

mgonna cry btw x

edit: stop tagging this as ship or im gonna kill you

#wip #atla #zuko atla #aang atla #described #thunder's art

[falloffur-horse]

Sorry I got lost in WIP city. Here! A souvenir from my travels.

#freed justine #fairy tail #fairy tail freed #fairy tail fanart #fairy tail thunder legion #art wip

[dreamycloud]

WIP Wednesday

I’m trying to get one more Lokius fic written before I have to hit the pause button again to work on other projects, and this one involves Thor and Love… which is a challenge since I wasn’t a fan of Love and Thunder. But I DO love them, and the idea of Mobius and Loki meeting Love kind of sets my brain on fire. So here we go!

So another Saturday crept up on Thor, and he expected it to go the way he predicted. Rain tapped on the windows in his bedroom. He buried his face in his pillow and listened for the sound of the alarms deactivating. Instead, his door creaked open and little feet padded on the floorboards. His bed dipped when Love climbed up and burrowed under the covers.

“Why don’t you smell like puddles and giggles?” Thor rasped, summoning up a smile that came oddly easier this morning.

Love didn’t reply. She pulled the sheets off Thor, exposing his bare back, and traced the tattoos running from the back of his neck down his spine. Tattoos for remembrance. The sad times. “Don’t you feel different?” she asked, focused on the ink. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she traced REST IN MISCHIEF.

Thor’s brow crinkled. He did feel different. But the day began different, didn’t it? “You always jump in puddles, Love. You’re throwing me off.”

“Because today isn’t for puddles,” she said with a gravity only young children and byproducts of the Endless can pull off. She followed the sharp lines of Loki’s horned helmet between his shoulder blades. “Something’s changed. I can feel it. Today isn’t the same as yesterday.”

Thor huffed. “That’s why they call it tomorrow.”

Love dove over his shoulder, splatting herself in the small space between him and the end of the bed. He circled her waist, keeping her from falling onto the floor. She giggled and then tugged on his beard. “You don’t understand. It feels like we’ve moved. Like overnight, someone picked up Midgard and moved it from one shelf to another shelf, and this shelf belongs to someone who cares.”

“Shelves?” Thor couldn’t follow her when she was like this. He didn’t understand the implications of a child resurrected by Eternity and suspected Love didn’t have a grasp on it either. They’d learn together—he hoped.

Love rolled her eyes. “We’re being watched over today, where we weren’t yesterday. Can’t you feel the difference?”

Thor sucked in his breath. Blew it out. He poked at the gaping hole in his chest and found, much to his surprise, that it felt smaller. “Are we in danger, Love?”

#lokius #loki #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki series #owen wilson #thor #thor odinson #love and thunder #wip wednesday

[lush-specimen]

#maccadam #mtmte #lost light #my art #thunderclash #dress meme #everybody is wearing this dress lately so why not thunders lol #honestly thunders is from another wip #but the pose was perfect and i couldn't resist #filed under things i got distracted doing while working on something else #the most popular dress this awards season #this is how the war really started... everyone showed up to the gala wearing the same dress and no one wanted to change

[dalishthunder]

WIP Wednesday

I will be bold and tag people this time I tag @totally-not-deacon, @wanders-in-stars, @satans-codpiece, and uhhhh hmm... an old friend @marvus-xoloto bc it's been a while how are you what are you working on my friend

“You are quite sure?” His voice was quiet in the darkness, thumb tracing the line of your bottom lip.

You blinked, another tear rolling down your cheek and pooling on his hand, and nodded, “With every fiber of my being.”

And suddenly he was struck with a nervousness he had not felt since he’d made his first pilgrimage to the Shambali monastery, more aware of your racing heartbeat than he thought he ever could be.

How… was one supposed to go about… this?

He didn’t have a mouth to kiss you.

He didn’t have the parts for human intimacy.

But by the light of the Iris, he wanted to touch you.

So, gently he ran his fingers along your side, mapping out the general contours of your soft, malleable flesh. Your breath hitched as he reached your hip.

“Can I kiss you?” You whispered, voice hesitant as though you had no right to ask.

“Yes.”

That was all you needed to lean in, pressing your lips to his faceplate. You were warm, and his hand moved to cradle the back of your head and hold you to him. Though it physically didn’t feel much different from the rest of your touches, the sentiment was enough to send a jolt of affection through his processors.

“Was it everything that you’d hoped it would be?” Ramattra’s voice was even as you pulled away, though there was an undercurrent of uncertainty.

He couldn’t kiss you back.

Was-

A shy smile lit up your face, “Yeah.”

And you kissed him again, nuzzling into the side of his face.

Emboldened, Ramattra slid his palm along your abdomen, slipping loose the knot the old robe you were wearing. His old robe. He shifted so that he could unwrap you from it, laying it behind you on the slab, before unzipping your hoodie and you shrugged it off, with a soft laugh.

“If you’d asked me a year ago where I thought I’d be right now, I’d never have guessed this.”

“I would not have been able to predict this either, but I am glad we are both here,” He murmured looking your over, now clad only in a thin shirt and pants.

You licked your lips, taking his hand and pressing a kiss into his palm, “Me too.”

He tugged gently at the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you and exposing your chest and belly to him. You fidgeted, drawing your hands in close to your body as though you were suddenly quite embarrassed, but he took your wrist between his fingers gingerly. “I will stop if you ask me to…. But until then, please do not hide yourself from me.”

#odt #wip wednesday #ramattra #ramattra x reader #a game of go #thunderous applesauce

[storyshark2005]

FIC - (Carraville, WIP)

[the gap between crack and thunder]

📖 Read the first two chapters here

Summary:

"No one wants to grow up and be a Gary Neville." -- Jamie Carragher (in real life) Also Jamie Carragher (in this story, eventually): - Gets unwillingly divorced = LOSES at marriage - Has a crisis re: divorce - Has a crisis re: his own 'Gary Neville's best mate' status - Accidentally has sex with his pundit/partner/best mate - Realises he might be more over his failed marriage than he thought - Realises he might want to keep having sex with his pundit/partner/best mate - Must figure out how to WIN his pundit/partner/bestmate/boyfriend Read this fic in progress to WATCH HIM WIN!!!

Here's a little preview!

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Jamie claps Gary around the shoulder and by the time they get to the set, Jamie’s ready and willing to play into the immediate ribbing session that Wrighty, Roy, and Jill throw his way. Jill asks if he was late because of his extra elocution lessons, and everyone laughs. She’s learning to get stuck in with the banter, is Jill. 

Beckham’s in Jamie’s seat, next to Gary. So Jamie has to jokingly-not-jokingly tell him to move. Beckham, although annoying and a bit dim, is nothing if not amenable. 

“No worries, my mistake,” he laughs, settling down at the end of the table between Jill and Roy. When Jamie sits, the seat’s still warm from Beckham’s bum. Ugh.

“That’s the special guest spot!” Gary beams at his old teammate. He pockets his phone, scooting his chair slightly closer to Jamie’s. “The camera angle’s better there, anyway.”

Wrighty jokes there are no bad camera angles on David Beckham. Everyone laughs. He is as annoyingly handsome as Jamie remembers. He’s got a few more tattoos maybe. Half of them are just the word ‘Victoria’ in different languages, or annoying platitudes like ‘Dream Big’ and ‘Be Unrealistic’.  

“I told you!” Wrighty laughs, elbowing Roy. “I told you he’d say something!” 

“It’s where I’m meant to sit! I’m the co-host!” Jamie says, trying to keep his voice from cracking up to falsetto. 

“You are not!” Gary fires back, askance. “You’re one of our regular panellists, same as Wrighty and Roy and Jill.” 

Jill grimaces thoughtfully. “I mean he’s a bit right, what with him always sittin’ next to you, Gary. And you’re a bit of a double-act these days, anyway. So it’s sort of a ‘co-host by association’ situation, I’d say.”

“Exactly!” Jamie throws his hands.

Roy leans in to Beckham, nodding with his arms crossed. “See, they’re a little precious over each other these days.”

Gary laughs along, ears gone pink. Beckham looks delighted, smiling at Gary and then Jamie in turn, with his stupid sparkling hazel eyes expertly centred beneath his perfectly shaped eyebrows. 

Smiling, even though Jamie’s winning. What a knob.

Gary clears his throat. “We all ready, then?” 

The director peers up over one of the cameras. “If everyone could just kind of angle their chairs a bit more towards David? A bit more there, Jamie. Yeah, even a little more— alright, that’s fine. Gary, whenever you’re ready.” 

Gary sits up a little straighter, his face does the little smooth-over bit it does whenever he’s about to go on camera. 

“Right,” he says, and they’re off. 

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📖 Read Ch 1 and 2 here

#fic excerpt #carraville #this has been exceptionally FUN #WIP #the gap between crack and thunder

[stabby-biscotti0152]

Just two dudes hanging out

#team thunder? team thunder ❗❗ #also i have a hc that johnny absolutely did his ex-wife's hair for date nights so he's an expert here trust #yeah he's missing a few strands but thats ok #johnny cage #mk johnny cage #raiden #mk raiden #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fanart #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat fandom #mk1 #mortal kombat #fanart #ibispaintx #my art #digital art #whats their ship name tho does anyone know? #stabby does talking #art wip #work in progress #Faraday cage

[thunder-threnodies]

FLONDON COMMUNITY

Throw @ me Themes for f the various Factions in London and one thing you think makes it stand out from the others! What your chosen Faction does best?

Bohemians

Church

Constables

Criminals

Docks

Great Game

Hell

Revolutionaries

Rubbery Men

Society

Tomb-Colonies

Urchins

(Masters are willingly left out!)

#fallen london #thunder threnodies #WIP #something something card game

[kindaorangey]

dude don't bother dr. forger on his lunch break... his wife is visiting him....

#loidyor #twiyor #sxf #spy x family #loid forger #yor briar #agent twilight #thunder's art #described #I GOT A NEW STYLUSSSSSS. TIME TO FINISH ALL MY WIPS

[purplepuddlesuwu]

I want Lord Raiden in ways that would concern the Elder gods (´-ω-`)

#suggestive #lord raiden #mk11 #mortal kombat fandom #lord raiden mk11 #raiden mk11 #thunder god #god I want this man to throw me against the wall #i want this man so bad #current wip

[regaliasonata]

Arctic Ethan for the Grid Gala

#wip #power rangers #mmpr #mighty morphin power rangers #power rangers dino thunder #au #Arctic Thunder #sketch #Ethan James #blue ranger #art

[lovelylotusf1]

Tagged by @foggieststars - thank youuu! <3 Love how this is making yet another round :D

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When Charles looked back up, piercing eyes stared right back at him. The dragon – no, Max – had wedged his head between his twisted body, resting his snout on the ground, entirely relaxed. His horns arched towards the sky, acting like an umbrella with the way the rain seemed to flow around them, never quite touching. Almost as if he was creating a barrier between them and the outside world. A safe bubble where only the two of them existed.

Tagging if you want to share sth: @wisteriagoesvroom @jusst-you-race & @blueballsracing but no pressure <3

#tag game #lotus works on wips #fic: tasting thunder #still not quite sure what to do with the concept #but i already love dragon!max

[dalishthunder]

WIP Whenever

Missed WIP wednesday bc Covid has me in it's clutches, but I'm feeling coherent enough to write again so have this!

When the door to the craft finally closed behind you, you visibly sagged, slumping against the wall with a shaky breath.

“Are you alright?”

“That was Akande Ogundimu. That was Doomfist.” You stared at your trembling hands, “How the hell am I alive…?”

“Because you are with me.”

You continued as though you had barely heard him, your voice still heavily modulated from the mask, “And those others? That omnic, Maximilian? And I’d heard stories about a shadowy figure called only Reaper, but I wasn’t sure that he actually existed. It’s mostly just been a source of speculation, a few blurry videos here and there like fucking… Bigfoot or something.”

You were now almost hyperventillating, quaking like a leaf in the wind, and you clawed at the mask on your face, struggling to find the latches to pop it off.

Ramattra placed a hand on your shoulder, steadying you as the ship began its ascent.

The mask clattered to the floor as you finally managed to tear it from you. Your eyes were wild with fear, and you gulped down air as though it would run out any moment.

He… did not like this look on you.

When had you become such a weak spot for him?

Tell me… what do you see when you look at me?

My friend.

That…was the first thing that had come to your mind when you looked at him.

Not that he was an R-7000, not just a figure of war….

“Do they truly frighten you so much?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Humanity has grown complacent in its peace with omnics; Weak and bloated. We have seen where this weakness leads, to crisis, to the brink of extinction. But from the ashes of conflict, we rise. Humanity grows stronger only through our strife, and only through the gauntlet of conflict can we forge our way forward. As the saying goes, the gold that shines must first pass through fire. Akande Ogundimu, Unpublished Manuscript 2, 2071.” Your words were measured again, breaths starting to slow. “There’s a lot more in there, but that was the passage that stood out to me most. He also implied that if he could start a new Crisis, he would. I know… Talon acts as though they’re helping you, but these are very, very dangerous allies.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I told you, I studied them back in college.”

#odt #ramattra #ramattra x reader #x reader #a game of go #wip wednesday #sort of #thunderous applesauce

[shroomyart404]

WIP TIME

Doing a screenshot redraw teehee

#my art #wip #fairy tail bickslow #fairy tail evergreen #freed justine #fried justine #thunder legion #fairy tail

[augment-techs]

Mid-Shattered Grid AU (Dino Thunder!Tommy tortured by Drakkon)

For wip Wednesday

Arms tangled above the head with chains that would make cold iron from fairy stories look kind.

Chunks of hair torn off by hand, the blood of the scalp still bleeding sluggish and dark at a similar pace to the cracked teeth and bitten tongue.

A voice so utterly ragged and distraught that it was amazing that words could even form instead of lolling and dropping to ground like stones and marbles.

"Please, please...please don't hurt them...they're just kids..."

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I have no idea what I'm doing with this; it was an ask I got forever ago that I unearthed looking through wips from before 2022. I think it was supposed to be short and quick, but my brain said 'fuck you'?

#boom! comics power rangers #shattered grid #Tommy Oliver #power rangers dino thunder #wip wednesday #ask fill #prompt fill