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milksuu · 5 months

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omg, the little texting parts from your recent ez fic were cute! idk if it’s possible, but could you do cute little texts between heartsteel and their so, or maybe a huge gc? I would love to see how you characterize them :)

INCORRECT HEARTSTEEL GROUP CHAT TEXT (ft. gn!reader)

❥ prompt: groupchat with the heartsteel!gang ❥ content/warnings: implied sexual content, crack ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel! & gn!reader

an: omfg that is legit such a cute/funny idea! ill definitely write up some cutesy heartsteel x reader texts. probably winter holiday themed! get them hot cocoa vibes going. stay tuned for it! in the meantime, enjoy this crack.

[Ezreal:] 😚 wow i wuv you gwuys so much i juwst cant stop *looks down* thinking about you c-can we 😳🍆 *notices buldge* snuggies in my bed because i w-want t-to feew youw wawmth aww uvw me pwease im begging you 😩🙏 i wiww get on my hands and knyees fow you if youww just *whines* p-pet me im a good *moans* boy i sweaw 🥺👉👈

Aphelios has left the conversation

[Kayn:] WTFFFFFF DID I JUST READ!!!!?????????? 🤮🤮🤮

[Sett:] Dude. Stop. You literally made Phel toss his phone into the trash can. 😑

[mcreader:] it's fine. i'm getting it out for him. 🙄

[Ezreal:]😫 but daddIES ive been behaving so so gewd *rubs* fow you i t-t-thought you w-wouwd give me youw miwkies as a p-pwesent🤤🍼 but nyow 🥺 *whimpers* that im a bad bad boy how wiww you punyish me?!! 🥵🥵😏

[Kayn:] OKAY YONE IM READY FOR THERAPY NOW

[K'Sante:] Is it possible to block someone in a group chat? I'm asking for a friend. And by friend, I'm talking about all of us. 🗿

[mcreader:] phels not taking the phone back. he says he wants a new one with a new number. so ez can never contact him again. and i quote 'i would rather jump into oncoming traffic than suffer through one more degenerate copypasta'

[K'Sante:] I think I'm going to vouch for aphelios here. His idea of a new phone and number sounds good to me.

[mcreader:] wait. his hands are moving really fast. i think he's just screaming at this point ??? i probably shouldn't translate most of it. point is he wants his phone to stay in the garbage

[Sett:] Dang. I just bought us matching phone cases too. Guess I can return them. No biggie. 😔

[mcreader:] nevermind. phel took the phone back. we're good. 👍

[Ezreal:] 😵 wowie you guys awe nyo f-fun but thats okay cause iww be wosta f-fun t-tonyight when 🥴👉👌 *snuggles close* im undew nyeath the bwankie with you 🥵👅💦

[Yone:] Unfortunately for you Kayn, at this rate, everyone in this group will need a therapist. I don't think we'll be able to afford it.

[Kayn:]

#heartsteel #league of legends #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel yone #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel x reader #gn reader #incorrect heartsteel texts #request #reqs open

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thunder-pride · 7 days

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Welcome to the ThunderPride Event! With June fast approaching, we’re happy to return this year to celebrate Pride and queerness in all its forms for the Thunderbirds fandom! We have a couple of new mods to welcome on board too - @knyee and @astranite!

Whether you enjoy Brains and Brawn, think the Hood should have just admitted his crush on Jeff already, or want to celebrate a particular character headcanon - this is the time and the place to do it! You know… aside from the rest of the year 😄

This year, we'll be introducing some new activities including more ways to share headcanons, even more prompts, and a gift exchange!

The full Calendar will be unveiled on the 1st of May, along with sign up info for the gift exchange!

Although if you have some headcanons you know you want to explore, no need to wait 👀💕 And if you're keen to stretch those creative muscles and explore a new headcanon, you can find a fun generator here (updated with even more characters and identities!)

We hope you get on board - we’re looking forward to parading (heh) your creations and celebrating Pride together!

There’s been a lot of wonderful people helping out behind the scenes on this and we couldn’t be more grateful to them for all their support! Thank you, thank you, thank you! A big shout out to @quasar-concept in particular for creating the template for all the banners and event images!

With love and pride,

Your Tumblr mods - @tracybirds, @mrmustachious, @squiddokiddo, @avengedbiologist, @quasar-concept, @knyee, @astranite

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderpride #thunderpride 2024 #thunderpride info

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tagsecretsanta · 4 months

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From @knyee

From @knyee to @squiddokiddo

Merry Christmas!!!

I imagine Scott forgetting that he doesn't have to do everything himself, and that his father can help set things up and spend the holidays with them for the 1st time in 8 years.

I tried to incorporate everything from the prompts, failed LMFAOO. Again Merry Christmas!!

#thunderbirds are go #tag team secret santa #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanart

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avengedbiologist · 7 months

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Here's one for all the lovers out there

Little Collab out of no where between me and lovely lovely @knyee! I did the sketch (below) and the border based off those tarot things I did like 4 years ago and knyee did the colouring and photoshop and what a PERFECT JOB THEY DID 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 so thank u so much for doing it 👉👈

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tin tin kyrano #alan tracy #thunderfam #the lovers tarot

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tracybirds · 3 months

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Another of the 30 Gentle Prompts fills :) So much fun! This is for @knyee who asked for 7 + Gordon. Thank you!

7. "Can I do your hair?"

The hospital wasn’t a new place, not when his family excelled at pushing the limits and breaking bones. Gordon was huddled in the little waiting room, jokingly called the Tracy Suite by the nurses for all the times they’d gathered there, holding out for news for someone or another.

Today it was Alan, a BMX trick gone wrong, with a broken arm and under observation for Gordon didn’t know what.

A hand gently laid on top of his, stilling its motion, and he started away.

“You’re tapping again,” said Virgil softly.

“Sorry, sorry,” said Gordon, pulling his sleeves down, over his twitching fingers.

His knee began to shake, the agitating, rhythmic tap he was trying –truly, really trying– to bring to an end filling the room.

“Gordon, go for a walk,” said Scott in exasperation.

He couldn’t do that either.

He couldn’t recall when the local hospital had grown to loom over him, the smell of antiseptic enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin.

Well, that wasn’t quite true.

He knew.

He’d never been back to that military hospital, but still it found him here in a hospital from a small, landlocked state a thousand miles from any ocean.

A muscle spasmed in his jaw as he held himself still, so intent on not moving, he hardly noticed the movement as someone slipped in the seat next to him.

“Hey, Gordon,” said Kayo.

He blinked, jerking his head around with a questioning look. She held her comm in her hand, the light of a paused holovid shining between them.

She offered him the comm and a half-smile. “Braid my hair for me?”

Gordon took the comm without a word and, with its guidance, began to section her hair, methodically moving over and under. It took time to find the necessary rhythm, but Kayo didn’t complain no matter how often he dropped pieces of her hair or tugged too tightly. When he finally reached the end, she took back the comm, scrolling through to another vid.

“I changed my mind, try this one.”

He knew what she was doing.

But the movement helped, and it was a compromise he could work with, over and over until a nurse walked in with his grandmother and the family all looked up, all hope and expectation.

“Alan’s fine, he’s doing well,” said Grandma Tracy with a smile. “He’ll be staying overnight and be discharged in the morning as long as no complications develop. You can see him one by one, and then I’m taking you all home.”

Scott and John both leapt up at once, arguing over first visitor rights, while Virgil leant back with a sigh.

“That’s great news, Grandma,” he said, and Gordon murmured his agreement.

Scott pushed John back into his seat and ran for the door and Gordon stifled a laugh at John’s scowl. Already he could breathe easier, the walls no longer seeming dark and close.

Alan would be fine.

He took the comm back from Kayo, and found another braid, something that seemed to sit on top of the model’s sleek head and cling to it at the same time.

“Can I do your hair again?” he asked.

She laughed and handed him another hair-tie.

“Try it with one on each side,” she said. “Bet you can’t get them to match.”

#shhh it doesn't quite match the prompt but that's fine <3 #sometimes i fic #gordon tracy #thunderbirds are go #this was very fun and sweet thank you tan <33

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thatkidwholikesthunderbirds · 10 months

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To the Thunderbirds fandom.

Thanks for participating in our first ever @thunder-pride event, all of us who had a hand in planning it were so excited for this and it was everything we dreamt it would be.

People sharing headcanons, writing fics, making art, digging up old content to pass around again and just having fun. It also brought the Thunderbirds and Gerry Anderson queer community into the spotlight, there are so many more of us in this fandom than I ever thought and I hope that even though pride month is over, we'll all keep going strong!!

I'm so honoured that I had a hand in planning this, it was an amazing experience and I met people and made a bunch of new friends who love and support eachother.

@mrmustachious @knyee @silverstarfics @quasar-concept @tanushakyrano @avengedbiologist and everyone else.

Y'all are amazing people and I'm so glad that I met you.

And @tracybirds thanks so much for inviting us all to help make this event, you are truly awesome!!

Ok this is getting long so yeah thanks for tuning in, thanks for joining us for Thunderpride 2023 and I hope to see you all again next year.

Much love from @squiddokiddo.

– 💛 🦑 –

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #thunderbirds fandom #thunderpride #thunderbirds fanart #alan tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #kidthunder's art #thunderpride 2023

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dragonoffantasyandreality · 27 days

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So since everyone's April Fools are starting off well, the Military Bros' are far from well XD

@uniwolfcorn @teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @thundergeek59 @riallasheng @katblu42 @mariashades @room-on-broom @yarol2075 @llamawritess @etrnlvoid

#Nadrac's Thunderbirds Calendar 2024 #my art #thunderbirds fanart #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #scott tracy #gordon tracy #thunderfam

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tanushakyrano · 4 months

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@knyee HAPPY CHRISTMASSSSSS

#its the slightly lower res version of the image #cus im uploading from my laptop and i just copy lasted the image from discord oops #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #alan tracy #cora writes #scott tracy #john tracy #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #i would like to apologise for not writing in everyone as much i am. lazy. also i forgot

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uniwolfcorn · 7 months

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⚡️THUNDERDOGS ARE GO!⚡️

John: Bozori

Gordon: Shiba Inu

Alan: Beagle

Virgil: Newfoundland

Scott: Greyhound

Jefferson: Norwegian Elkhound

Sally/Ruth: Bearded Collie

Lucy: Samoyed

💜🧡🤍💛💙🧡💛❤️💚💙💜💖🖤🤎🤍

Happy Thunderbirds Day

To Everyone!~

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality, @skymaiden32, @teapotteringabout, @jacksonstarkiller, @alexthefly, @avengedbiologist, @louthestarspeaker, @crunchyluigi, @squiddokiddo, @gumnut-logic, @janetm74, @godsliltippy, @gaviiadastra, @katblu42, @lenle-g, @thundergirl007, @ak47stylegirl, @dreamycloud, @etrnlvoid, @knyee, @greywake, @llamawrites, @tikatu, @willow-salix, @forest-falcon, @riallasheng, @soniabigcheese, @inertplanetary, @mrmustachious, @yarol2075, @galaxytransman, @n-chu4ever💕

Bonus! Here's John with a blanket. He keeps it on at all times XD

#bluey #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #jeff tracy #sally tracy #ruth tracy #lucy tracy #uni's picrew posts

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whatgaviiformes · 10 months

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Fic: Watercolors (FishTank Week)

Summary: When the water takes, he creates.

Characters: Virgil, Gordon (are you surprised?)

Words: 1,840

Warnings: Past loss on a rescue. Nothing shown, just the feelings.

Special thanks to @the-original-sineater for the read through and excellent advice as always.

A/N: When we hit FishTank week, I knew I wanted to do a spin on the crafty of the bunch, so I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile. Life. It gets away from you. But this is my very late take on “Arts and Sciences” day, plus Math!Scott makes an appearance for ya. :D

And since the timing aligns, this is also for @gumnut-logic, @knyee, and @astranite, as y'all have definitely been inspiring me lately with such lovely pieces to get me off my butt. I hope you don't mind the overlap, but I feel like this pairs well with gumnut’s take on Virgil painting on the floor here, inspired by knyee’s artwork here. And astranite’s lovely watercolors of Two and Four have been such lovely reminders of this idea that's been stirring at my brain. If any of you haven't yet, go give them some love first. This is for you, and for all of the crafty fam. You all are so incredibly talented, and I don’t know how I got so lucky finding a place in this fandom.

Read on Ao3 [this is my 50th work on the archive!!]

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Watercolors

Virgil awoke well-rested, but with the sudden memory that they’d lost people yesterday. It had been a comfort in his dreamless, beyond-exhaustion sleep to exist where that hadn’t happened, but while awake it was all too recent to forget. The itch on his scalp scolded him for crashing before removing what remained of the gel out of his hair, but at least he’d managed to change into something resembling sleepwear the night before.

Physically refreshed but weary, Virgil took an additional twenty minutes to wash up and change, the steam from the shower lifting the world from his shoulders just that little bit – enough for his heart to accept that it was a new day. And it would be what he made of it.

He rolled his dirty clothes into his sheets and tore them from the mattress, placing them in a laundry basket he kept outside his bathroom. It was better to have them somewhere organized, just in case the machines down the hallway were already in use by someone else in the family. Luckily, they were not, and it wasn’t until he started his pile on the wash cycle that he realized he could hear the steady pitter-patter of rain on the less sound-proofed walls of the utility room.

His stomach dropped, realizing his co-pilot was cooped up without his usual outlets on a day like today. Though he wouldn’t put it past Gordon to still find solace outside in the rain if he was that determined to be among the water. Hopefully nowhere near the storm-raged sea; Gordon knew better. Four hadn’t been fast enough yesterday, and Gordon, for all his outward carefree nature, would be feeling the loss just as much as him. It was one thing to say they couldn’t save everyone; it was another thing all together when their ships weren’t fast enough. Or they weren’t enough.

Even John had thought they could make it.

Mother Nature – she provides, and she takes.

A quick check in with Scott over comms revealed he and Alan were actually already attending to their brother in the satellite station above Earth. John had wanted Scott to check on the probability calculations of yesterday’s program, not trusting his own analysis being so close to the problem. At Eos’ absolute offense, Scott was there to provide another set of eyes, he admitted to Virgil. Smart move bringing along Alan, Virgil thought. Not just because of Three, but because Alan was best at giving John a distraction, via one of their online games or “space talk” or both.

“What have you found?” Virgil asked curiously.

Scott grimaced, admitting he didn’t think he’d find anything wrong with the program. These things just happen. And, unfortunately, Virgil had to agree – he had the upmost faith in Scott’s math, John’s programs, and Eos’ quick computing.

“Hey, check in on the Squid when you can?” his brother asked, frowning at the numbers through a tirade from the AI. “I couldn’t find him earlier.”

His thoughts exactly.

He signed off with an FAB and sent a prayer off to the stars for his brother’s continued patience. For John’s sake. Despite the circumstances, it made him smile knowing Eos and Scott had gotten at least comfortable enough to argue math. John and Eos both were in good hands.

Gordon was in his.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take Virgil long to find him, and he hadn’t needed to start scouting the Island in the rain to do so. Gordon was safe inside, sitting at the kitchen table when Virgil entered to prepare his morning cup of coffee. The aquanaut was hunched over something – Virgil couldn’t quite see what since he had his back to him, but he recognized the poor posture of when Gordon was hyper-focused on whatever was in his hands.

He slid up to him and placed his hand gently on the curl of his spine between his shoulder blades. “Straighten up before you hurt yourself.” Virgil was guilty of it too at times, but with Gordon’s bad back, he obviously needed the reminder this time. Obediently, Gordon pressed his shoulders down and stretched his neck from side to side where he’d accidentally formed stress in his muscles.

“Oh, ow. I forgot,” he grinned sheepishly up at Virgil, who used the opportunity to glance down at the table for just what had taken Gordon’s attention so completely to forget the key guidelines for the health of his spine. He was usually so attentive to that.

Virgil raised his eyebrow at the familiar array of art supplies in chaos across the kitchen table – a paint palette or two, his watercolors, the cup he used for his paint water complete with a selection of brushes tucked inside.

“I’ll replace everything.” Gordon at least had the good sense not to mess with his top shelf brushes, and expensive paints. So that’s where he’d been then while Scott was looking for him: in his studio. Automatically he bristled at the realization Gordon had been through his stuff without his permission, and it showed on his face despite him trying to reel in the immediate annoyance. Gordon noticed, adding, “I didn’t want to wake you. I think I found the more basic stuff, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Virgil grumbled, even though he didn’t often use his watercolors.

“Then go get some coffee so you’ll be less mad at me. Pot’s already made.”

Irritatingly, Gordon was right, and the aroma of fresh brewed coffee relaxed him while the caffeine surged through his system with a warm awareness. Feeling more himself, if not a bit more inspired by the rhythm of the rain against the closed glass despite the lack of sun, he sat across from him and grabbed one of the fresh postcard-sized, art-grade papers from the pile.

On one of Virgil’s palette trays, Gordon had mixed yellow and vermillion, forming a warmer shade of golden light for the shadows, and for the first time, Virgil inspected the artwork of Gordon’s piece, the confident movements of the brushstrokes, and the well-portioned ratio of water to paints. It was no work of a beginner.

“Wait, you’ve done this before!”

Gordon flicked his eyes upward to meet his gaze, “It’s been awhile. Nowhere near like you. This is all the product of tutorials.”

“Still - Wow, since when?” He had no idea Gordon had tried anything similar to his own passions for art.

“There’s nothing to do in a bathyscaphe, but what there’s a lot of is water.” Gordon’s gaze darkened for just a moment, the brushed poised over the paper. “Water is life.” He shrugged, quickly rotating his shoulders back into a better position on his own before Virgil could mention it. “Art worked for you, so I figured why not.”

That gave him pause, imagining that it must’ve gotten old quickly - the appeal of living in a bathyscaphe for an extended period of time, that is. How many little habits and hobbies had Gordon tried on his own? It seemed quite a lonely assignment to Virgil, but Gordon had been so excited to go. After, Gordon had raved about all he’d had the chance to research, the impact he’d been able to make on marine farming, and the possibilities for solving world hunger, though he’d also been equally excited about being back upon his return. As fulfilled as Gordon was during that time, Virgil remembered the first time Gordon had had the chance to skip through the rain after his deployment down below and what was probably the worst burn of Gordon’s life when the sun came out after.

Through his own tight embrace of his little brother’s return, perhaps he’d missed just how hard Gordon had returned the hug, blinded by the initial excited science babble.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Virgil knew the others sometimes dabbled in music, and it already broke him to know they often hid it away, embarrassed about their skill in comparison to Virgil’s. Though, they feared a lecture that would never come. It was unlike him to compare, and more than anything he wanted the world to know art was for everybody, in whatever capacity it inspired. For him, it was as important as air, and the main difference was that he’d given himself the time to develop his skills. He loved those brief moments where Scott would play Heart and Soul with him, and when John would grace them with his singing voice around the holiday season.

But it was Gordon that played his uke with all the confidence of a maestro. And he loved that for him. Gordon was always unapologetic about the things he enjoyed; it was a rare and special characteristic of his younger brother to be himself so fully and authentically. So, the idea that art was something he’d potentially hidden away, made him shrink in himself just slightly.

He suddenly cared a lot less about Gordon taking his supplies for this.

“Hadn’t come up,” Gordon quipped, not in the slightest affected by the swirl of thoughts in Virgil’s brain. “I just wanted to make some flowers in their memory, so I brushed off an old hobby.” He emphasized the statement with a flick of the paint brush, his eyes laughing at his own pun, despite the solemnity of what he’d just said.

When he caught Virgil’s expression, his smile faltered, and eyes widened. “What?”

Virgil shook his head, feeling light, and he swallowed his sadness. “I just can’t believe I had someone to talk art with all this time and didn’t know it.”

“Don’t get excited. I’m still not going to an art museum with you. It’s just flowers. The same ones I’ve done a thousand times at that.”

“They’re very good flowers.” He wondered where the other ones were, and if one day, Gordon would ever show them to him. If he even still had them…

“Really?” Pleased, Gordon squinted at the drying yellow petals, layered on a bed of green connected to stems that trailed down below the postcard.

Virgil nodded, finally finding his subject.

If he were among his paints without his brother here, he would want to channel every horrible thing about yesterday into his art, using the watercolors for the grey and dreary. He’s done it many times, and he would find himself there again. His art wasn’t always beautiful.

With Gordon sharing the load, as he’d done for them all so many times, Virgil found his creative self reaching for the same color of yellow. It felt just so Gordon to reach for the magnificence of what water could create to reconcile the parts that were awful. In the depths of the sea, that yellow - the first color to be swallowed by the ocean - must have been a beacon for his lonely soul, and with it Gordon's art created joy when light reserves were dim.

And so, he found himself inspired by his brother’s yellow.

Since the sky didn’t want them to have any sunlight, Virgil would make them some.

It was a new day, after all.

#Gavii Scribit #For the Love of FishTank #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderangst #but also a whole lot of love too #artistic!Virgil

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gumnut-logic · 10 months

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Coping

This is a short scene inspired by @knyee ‘s painting of Virgil painting on the floor. I hope you don’t mind me bouncing my inspiration off your amazing artwork :D

I haven’t written in weeks and I had a doozy of six day working week, the last two days embellished by three migraines (yay), so quality is questionable. Let’s just say I sought the refuge of Tracy bros when feeling crappy.

Many thanks to the amazing @gaviiadastra for the read through when I finally finished this tiny fic. You are wonderful to me.

Anyways, less blabbering about me and more FishTank!

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Gordon sipped at his recently constructed Tracy Sunrise mocktail, complete with a slice of candied lemon and mandatory umbrella, as he climbed the stairs into the comms room.

He and Virg were back from a successful rescue in England. Part of an ancient, like really ancient, two story cottage had half collapsed on its tenants.

Virgil had muttered something about stressors and mortar and age, most of which had gone over Gordon’s head as engineer technobabble, but John had agreed and thrown them all the numbers.

They had been in the area after pulling a sub out from under the ice in what was left of the Arctic ice sheet, so a quick drop in on the way home was easy.

The elderly couple had been saved. Their dog had gone missing for a moment or two, but Rover had gotten himself found by Gordon and all family members had reunited at the local ambulance with little more than a scratch or two each.

Couldn’t ask for a better result.

John sent them home and into the darkness of night time and what was likely to be a quick debrief when Scott got back from Australia.

Gordon had been tempted to drop in on Penny along the way, but apparently she was in Russia.

He didn’t ask why.

So home, a quick sandwich in the kitchen, and a tropical mocktail to shake the cooler climates out of his soul.

“Virg, you gotta try this.”

There was no answer from the lounge.

Gordon frowned. His big brother was nowhere in sight. He coulda sworn…“Virg?”

The familiar clink of a paintbrush being rinsed in a water glass just as Gordon approached the lounge…and there he was.

Virgil sat on the floor in his pyjamas, painting. It was hit or miss as to whether there was more paint on him or the canvas sheet he had spread on the floor.

Grandma was not going to be happy about that.

But…”How on Earth have you managed to get into such a mess so quickly? We only got home half a hour ago, and most of that was shower.”

Virgil grunted and didn’t even bother to look up at him.

Okay, immersed in what he was doing. Don’t prod the bear when focussed.

Instead Gordon sat himself down on the couch beside his brother and sipped quietly on his drink.

Gordon had to admit that he quite enjoyed watching his brother work. Brotherly ribbing aside, Gordon was quite proud of what his brothers were capable of and Virgil was great spectator sport.

Paint came out of tubes and was dabbed onto the canvas to create all kinds of interesting things.

Today it appeared Virgil was painting a flower of some kind. There was pink and green…a rose?

Virgil was known for painting flowers, after all, they had plenty on the Island to play with, but roses weren’t the typical.

“A rose?”

Virgil didn’t even look up at him. “Has thorns.” It was muttered absent-mindedly, and as Gordon peered closer he realised he had been a little mistaken.

The figure on the canvas sheet had its origins in a pink rose, but as his brother laid down more colour, it morphed into something closer to Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors. What the-?

His brother sketched in teeth and the painting snarled despite its pinks and soft greens.

Gordon frowned. “You okay?”

Another grunt from his brother only had Gordon frowning harder. Virgil obviously had a bee in his bonnet.

But then the lighting caught a particular shade of pink that screamed cloudy day reflecting off scattered petals amongst fallen brickwork.

Thorns.

There had been a climbing rose on that cottage. Virgil had said something about accumulated growth and the weakening of ancient mortar…

“We saved them, Virg, no one was hurt.” He reached out and placed his hand on tight shoulder muscles.

His brother sighed and sat back, just touching Gordon’s knee. “I know.” He rolled his shoulder, brush still in hand, and the joint cracked.

Gordon winced. “Maybe we should skip debrief-“

“No, no.” Another sigh. “Gotta get it out.” The last word faded as Virgil returned to painting his devilish floral creation.

Gordon just sat and watched his brother. Gordon could see desperate swim strokes in Virgil actions, that need to work it out of the system. He could understand.

Scott wasn’t going to be happy. But then Scott was never happy when a brother wasn’t one hundred percent. But they all had their coping mechanisms, both the gym and the Tracy Island trails could vouch for that when Scott needed to do the same.

Virgil’s method was just a little different-

(The plant monster now had dripping fangs)

-if a little terrifying.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #FishTank #nuttyfic #oooh look I finally wrote something

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