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Some of my OLD Thunderbirds fan art 🙈 The first three are from 8 years ago… @idontknowreallywhy wanted me to share them with the rest of the Thunderbirds Are Go fans 🙃 They’re a LITTLE embarrassing and the photo quality is AWFUL… but oh well.
I was a traditional artist back then ☺️💕
The last picture of Kayo is my most recent piece, so you can compare 🌷
#thunderbirds fandom#tag fan art#thunderbirds fanart#thunderbirds 2015#thunderfam#thunderbirds are go#kayo kyrano#gordon tracy#lady penelope#scott tracy#john tracy#tracy island#jeff tracy#virgil tracy#artists on tumblr#old art#digital illustration#traditional illustration#this is so embarrassing
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FishTank Week 2024! - May 12-18
Well, you all asked for a rinse, repeat, and most of you wanted prompts ASAP, so welcome again to FishTank Week, 2024 edition! We had such a fun time last year bringing out all our yellow and green and fiiiiish and music. I hope 2024 brings new ideas, new inspiration, and always all the FishTank things.
FishTank? Yes, Fishtank, the name we use in the thunderfam for the brother relationship of Virgil and Gordon. Brotp for some, but otherwise still so fun to explore anyway!
When is FishTank Week? This year it'll run from Sunday May 12th through Saturday May 18th. The significance of the week? Loosely calculated as the day between their birthdays, but honestly any excuse 💚💛
How do I celebrate FishTank Week? Like last year, we are releasing a series of prompts (see below). If they inspire you to write or create art, you can choose to post those on the exact day or anytime that week. Fic, Reblogs, Recs, and Art are welcome and appreciated all week long. Anything's welcome, so don't forget mood boards, music, head canons. Whatever you can think of!
We'll be active that week as well reblogging, and with some QOTDs and daily posts reminding of the prompt(s).
I'm not interested in FishTank: *hugs* totally fine. Our tags this year will be #fishtankweek and #fishtankweek2024 if you want to block them.
Questions: Reblog, comment, or you are also welcome to reach out to me directly.
Thanks to @emtb319 and @idontknowreallywhy for collaborating this year. And @gumnut-logic for letting me use a daily dose screen shot for the below.
Prompts - we've added some options within the prompts and some alternates for you to use as you like. Inspiration is the goal, and the only guideline is FishTank. The others can make an appearance too. We won't make you clean TB 4 for having a wayward Tracy, Kyrano, Creighton-Ward, or others around for the fun. But definitely Virgil and Gordon.
12: Wingman
13: At the... Orchestra | Art Museum | Aquarium
14: Brothers Relaxing
15: "We're a team, always" | "Did you doubt me?"
16: Comfort Food | Food on the go
17: Memories
18: Pranks
Alts: Love and Laughter | Along the Coastline
Good luck fish wrangling, and happy creating!
See you on the 12th,
Gavii 💚💛
#fishtankweek#fishtankweek2024#gordon tracy#virgil tracy#thunderbirds are go#thunderfam#fandom event#for the love of fishtank
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Symphony
Been thinking about this one a bit over the last few days, so I thought I'd give it a bit of a re-run.
It's just a bit of fluffy, music-related Earth and Sky.
Scott tore his eyes away from the unread emails, stretched his arms above his head, let out a long breath and turned the chair away from the desk to face Virgil at the piano.
“I like this one. What’s it called?”
“It doesn’t really have a name.”
“I’ve heard you play it before, though. Did you write it?”
There was the slightest hint of hesitation in Virgil’s response, although the music never wavered.
“I guess you could say that. I haven’t ever really thought about notating it.”
“Aren’t you concerned you might forget it?”
A wry smile crept across the musician’s features, but he said nothing.
“You should write it down. And come up with a name for it.”
Virgil tilted his head a little by way of considering the notion, then asked “Why do you like it? What does it make you think of?”
Scott stood, stretching more muscles, letting the music carry his thoughts away from TI paperwork as his gaze drifted upwards.
“Well, I like the way the melody climbs and swirls. It kind of reminds me of flying. And there’s a feeling of constant motion, fast, easy – sort of free.” He closed his eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to his brother. “In some ways it kinda reminds me of Dad.”
Virgil’s response began with the quirk of an eyebrow and the hint of a smile.
“Funny you should say that . . .”
“Why? Is it about Dad?”
Virgil finished the last phrase, letting the final chord hang in the air before taking a slow breath and looking up at his big brother.
“No. It’s you.”
“Me?” Sapphire eyes widened with surprise bordering on shock, and his forehead creased in puzzlement. “You wrote a song about me?”
Virgil looked back at the piano.
“Not exactly. It’s more like . . .” His gaze drifted upward. “It’s hard to explain. It’s sort of how I hear your presence, or your essence or something . . . I don’t know.” His voice trailed off into mumbles and a shrug.
Scott was left speechless, staring at his brother’s awkward uncertainty, as the significance of his own interpretation of the music and what it represented really hit home. It took him a moment, and he had to work to bring moisture back into his mouth before he finally found his voice again.
“Do . . . do you have something like this for all of us?”
Virgil felt the heat of a blush rising in his cheeks, and he didn’t look up from the piano.
“Uh, yeah. I sort of do.” His hands drifted back to the keys and a new piece of music began, one with a complimentary theme to Scott’s. It was in the same key, had the same tempo, and still embodied that sense of soaring movement, but this one felt somehow bigger, more far-reaching – almost heroic.
Scott let out a gasp. “Is that . . .? This one is . . . It’s Dad, isn’t it?”
Virgil gave a single nod.
“It fits with yours. Like the second theme in a sonata-allegro.” Virgil glanced over at his brother, taking in the blank look at the musical term. “That’s the usual form for the opening movement of a symphony.” His eyes drifted closed as he played, and he sighed. “I can hear them both in counterpoint, but I can’t play both at the same time and do them justice. I’d need an orchestra for that.”
Dumbfounded at this revelation, Scott could only marvel at his brother’s musicality. Here he was listening to these amazing musical creations that rendered larger than life, full-colour images in his mind, and Virgil was complaining that what he could do with the piano alone was not enough. He didn’t think he could even imagine what this music must sound like inside Virgil’s head.
The music came to a stop and Virgil turned again to look up at Scott.
“The variations on these two themes would encompass something like what I hear for Grandma and Kayo, a little of Brains, some of Grandpa . . .” he turned away again, “then everything would come back to you and Dad.”
For a moment silence hung between them. Virgil’s fingers flexed, as though the music within him was searching for a way out as they reached once again for the piano keys. A new piece of music began. This one slower, gentler, quieter in terms of movement if not exactly in terms of volume. Scott felt this one was more thoughtful and emotional. It brought to mind light and colour and had a sense of space, but it also somehow felt warm.
“Mom?” The smallest possible upward inflection made it a question, which was answered with another nod and the soft smile that made his little brother look so much like her.
The melody moved and changed, built, swelled, adding a complexity in the musical patterns reminiscent of a conversation, an exchanging of information. The lightness now sparked imagery of stars. The feeling of space changed from that of a breeze in an open field to the vastness beyond Earth’s atmosphere. The gentleness was now reinforced with a sense of almost hidden strength – Scott thought that might’ve come from a stronger bass line, but he wasn’t sure.
“Is this . . . John?”
Virgil’s smile brightened. “You’re good at this.”
“No, the music speaks for itself. You’re the one painting these images of our family with notes and chords.”
The smile faltered as Virgil held the last chord, then he let his shoulders sink a little. Scott silently cursed himself for bringing back that awkward self-consciousness in his brilliant brother, but before he could say anything Virgil spoke again.
“I guess they would be the second movement if this were a symphony.” There was a brief pause, then he straightened back into his playing posture. “No prizes for guessing who the third movement is.”
This piece of music was a jaunty, up-beat number that seemed designed to make people move – to dance, to tap their feet or clap along. It definitely felt like a dance of some sort, and it contained hints of sea shanties, or maybe a sailor’s hornpipe. It was the musical equivalent of laughter, sunshine, pure happiness, and it had a lilt that moved like the sea.
“Gordon!” Scott exclaimed with a laugh.
The comparatively brief third movement came to its conclusion, but Virgil barely paused before beginning what Scott guessed to be the fourth.
“And that leaves . . .” Virgil spoke softly as he began the final theme.
This one was in march tempo, strong, bright, driving forward with a sense of heroic purpose, and bringing back some of that swirling, soaring movement from earlier. Scott could pick out hints of his own theme, and a faster version of parts of John’s, but the piece definitely had its own identity. There was a sense of urgency to it, as though the melody was trying to push the tempo into moving faster.
“Wow. Alan would love this,” Scott found himself thinking aloud.
Virgil stopped playing after the end of the next phrase.
“There would be more. If this was a symphony, I mean. The fourth movement would bring in some more of the other main themes, tie everything together, finish with a bit of fanfare.” Virgil was once again looking up at Scott, a mixture of curiosity and self-consciousness etched into his features. “You really think Alan would like it?”
“Virgil,” Scott answered with a sigh and a shake of his head as he took the few strides over towards the piano stool, “it’s amazing. All of it. The whole symphony.”
Virgil gave a shrug and his brow creased a little.
“There’s a lot more to it in my mind. Only so much can be translated through the piano.”
“Then orchestrate it.”
A sigh, a shake of the head and a hint of a smile was the only response. Scott firmly planted a hand on his brother’s shoulder and piercing blue eyes locked gaze with warm brown ones.
“I mean it, Virgil. Write your symphony. Give it the life it deserves.”
Scott could see the struggle to find the right words as Virgil’s eyes struggled to hold with his.
“I . . . It’s not mine, Scott, it’s . . .” Virgil lost the battle to keep looking at the determined pride in his big brother’s blue eyes. His gaze lowered and he focused on his hands. “I mean . . . it’s all of you. It’s not music I’ve created, it’s the music that you are.” Then, almost too quiet to hear, “At least to me.”
“So, you don’t want to share it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You said this symphony isn’t yours. I think you’re wrong. It’s very much yours. Something that you maybe want to hang onto, keeping it all for yourself. And that’s okay.” Scott shifted his grip, pulling his brother close. “After all, this is family – The Tracy Family Symphony. And if I’m the only one who ever gets to hear even this glimpse of what you carry in your heart, then I consider myself privileged.”
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds fanfiction#virgil tracy#scott tracy#fic reblog#i think he should orchestrate it#and share it with the world#and i think there should be a companion piece that's all Virgil#that maybe is built on something that's barely noticeable#and yet a fundamental part of each movement#like a heartbeat
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Romance Showcase Event: TAG: Love & Thunderbirds
Calling all romance fans of the TAG fandom! Love is in the air (and in space, and underwater...)!
This event is to showcase stories and art, old and new, that has romantic love as it's main theme. Want warm and fuzzy cuddles, awkward crushes or burning passion? You'll find it here!
To participate, post or reblog and use the tag #TAG:Love&Thunderbirds. Doesn't have to be your own stuff, you can link to works you like and want to share with the fandom. Just make sure to credit the original creator (no reposting please).
I'm not planning a specific start or end date for this event, so there's no deadline, you can post whenever you want.
A few ground rules:
-All ships are welcomed, even OC ships, as long as the story is centered on romance. Respect other people's ships even if they're not ones you like. Don't forget to tag your ships so that people can find/avoid them (everyone wins that way!)
-Please tag/warn for any adult or triggering content.
-Please credit the artists if you are not the creator of the work.
This is my first time starting an event, I hope to do a good job. If you have any suggestions you can send me a message.
Have fun everyone!
#thunderfam#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds fanart#thunderbirds are go fanfiction#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds are go fanart#thunderbirds are go#TAG:Love&Thunderbirds
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Okay, this is funny 🤣.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
#scott tracy#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction#gordon tracy#john tracy#virgil tracy#alan tracy#thunderbirds fandom#merry christmas#writing prompt#dialogue ideas
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‘I close my eyes- only for a moment and the moments gone’
Is it the best thing I’ve drawn? Nah. Is it the worst? Not by a long shot!
#thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanart#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds#art#thunderfam#scott tracy#alan tracy#siblings#digital art#digital drawing
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This is 100% you @i-t-guy-in-the-sky
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds fanfiction#selene tempest#john tracy#healthy relationships#witchy vibes#witchy stuff#witchy
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Óen (Part 1)
Okay, I've been egged on repeatedly by the wonderful @idontknowreallywhy to have a go at this, but I'm a little nervous cos I've never written any HTTYD fanfic ever and am a bit short on the canon in my head, so be kind as I make up a pile of stuff as I go along.
This is a Thunderbirds Are Go and How to Train Your Dragon crossover and I'm chewing fingernails..
Many thanks to both @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for their support in this insanity.
This little bit is just set up so don't expect much, but I hope you enjoy it. My apologies to Toothless.
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Hiccup Haddock III was an idiot.
Toothless, the midnight black night fury he was currently clinging to, no doubt agreed.
“I’m sorry, bud, you were right. We should have gone back earlier.” The words were whipped from his mouth by the raging winds, but as always, Toothless heard him regardless.
A deep rumble in the dragon’s throat, vibrating against Hiccup’s thighs, indicated agreement on all fronts.
Hiccup should have known better. He’d seen the signs of changing weather but had ignored them, convincing himself they had a few moments longer. Unfortunately, said weather had disagreed and whipped up one of those sudden storms that had Berk locked down and huddled away.
Except Hiccup and Toothless were in the middle of the ocean with no protection.
He grit his teeth against the wind, desperately attempting to help Toothless manage their flight. At first, he had tried for home, his dragon friend whacking him with an ear flap in annoyance…always listen to your dragon…but the conditions had changed so abruptly for the worse, that now it was a case of desperately trying to keep aloft and not slammed into the ocean.
They had tried for height, Toothless as always knowing exactly how high they were, in an attempt to get above the storm. But the thunderheads went on forever and they reached as high as Hiccup could go - Toothless could always go higher, but he didn’t seem inclined to do it carrying a frozen friend on his back.
Toothless snarled and then attempted speed, trying to get out of the squall. But Thor had other ideas and along with several lightning strikes that had Hiccup’s hair standing on end, despite the wind and now the sleet, it soon became a struggle to stay in the sky at all, much less attain any directional speed.
And now they were in trouble.
Astrid was going to kill him if he managed to ever see her again.
Dad…
Dad, as always was the reason he was out here in the first place. Just another day where father and son just couldn’t see eye to eye. Another day that found Hiccup fleeing on Toothless and no doubt Stoick the Vast ranting in the smithy with Gobber.
Ice bit into his skin.
Beneath him, Toothless growled in alarm as they were suddenly swept sideways and down.
“Toothless!”
His friend’s wings struggled against the gale, but were snapped back, his growl turning into a wail of pain.
The wind took them and Hiccup could do little but cling to Toothless as they were swept into a dark and violent maelstrom.
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It was all sensation after that. Toothless fighting beneath him. Pain. Freezing everything.
Screaming darkness.
This was it. His own stupidity, not listening to his dragon, and forever being fearful of his father and the future. It all had finally done him in.
Hiccup the Idiot.
Saved Berk, but was too stupid to save himself.
A sudden yank upwards against the wind startled him. But before he could react something grabbed him.
What?!
He was lifted from Toothless. A tug as his safety line pulled then fell slack as if snapped. No!
NO!
He struggled but it was too dark and whatever had him, had a solid grip. “Toothless!”
The wind raged but he wasn’t falling. He attempted to fight himself free, but his arms were pinned to his sides and he couldn’t…
“Toothless!”
The wind whipped the name from his mouth.
Toothless was gone. He had to be. His dragon couldn’t fly without him. His thoughts swirled like the wind battering his senses and he clenched his eyes shut in grief. Toothless!
“You’re going to be okay.”
The words were heavily accented and heard mostly through whatever he was held against, and he only heard them because the winds were dying.
The winds were dying.
Hiccup flung his eyes open. He was flying. But not on Toothless. His heart lurched.
He was on another dragon, black and silver danced beneath a dark grey sky. In the distance the sun managed to peek through over a bunch of islands fading into the grey sea.
“Toothless!”
“Óen has your dragon. Don’t be worried.” There was such surety in that voice, Hiccup had to believe.
“Who?”
“Scott o’ Clan O’Treasaigh and Óen. We’re here to rescue you.”
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#how to train your dragon#httyd#crossover#thunderbirds fanfiction#httyd fanfiction#nuttyfic#I haven't written outside of Thunderbirds fandom in over a decade#a little terrified?#of many things#but there has been some research#and a pile of thought to get this to work
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*comes back from Real Life™️ to thrust this at people if you’ve not seen it yet*
#pyre talks#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#fandom#thunderbird two#tb2#tb2 schematics#eeeeeeh#concept drawings#Derek Meddings
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Kayo Kyrano ❤️ from Thunderbirds Are Go!
I saw that there was something called “Kapril” going around, where you draw Kayo in April. I decided to participate because I used to draw TAG characters all the time! 😭 I can’t believe it’s been eight years… if you had told me then that I would still be drawing TAG characters in 8 years… 🫠
I haven’t drawn her in sooo long 🙃
#kapril#Kayo#kayo kyrano#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#tracy island#thunderbird shadow#artists on tumblr#thunderfam#digital illustration#tag fan art#thunderbirds fanart#thunderbirds fandom
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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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Dinosaur Bandaids
I am totally blaming thanking @womble1 for inspiring this one, with one little line from her Sweetapple Slice 8 fic.
Also many thanks to @gumnut-logic for the read-through and help with the piece that was missing.
CW for mentions of blood/bleeding
(nothing gory)
Virgil fumbled the opening of the box, contents spilling to the floor as he attempted to grab what he needed with just one hand. He cursed himself for his clumsiness. Again. It was clumsiness born of distraction that had necessitated the raiding of the little first aid kit to begin with.
Just a simple slip of the screwdriver and his left hand now had a nice bloody gouge in it. Not deep, and not longer than a few millimetres, but bleeding profusely, and a little painful. He had immediately wrapped a somewhat clean rag around his hand to staunch the bleeding while he fetched a bandaid to put over the wound. Next stop would be the sink to clean the area before applying the sticky plaster. If he was quick no one else would be any the wiser about his little mishap.
Of course, his hopes on that front were dashed as he bent to pick up the mess.
“Hey Virg! Watch doin’?” Gordon asked with mock innocence.
Virgil simply huffed in reply as Gordon scooped up the handful of little paper packets.
“Dinosaur bandaids, huh?” A raised eyebrow to rival one of Virgil’s own was deployed, along with a knowing grin. “Here, let me help.”
Plain beige sticking plasters were a rarity on Tracy Island.
The older residents of the villa would say it was because the Terrible Two had always demanded bright colours and fun designs on their wound dressings when they were little, and no one had ever bothered to change the habit during re-stocking purchases.
The Two in question would complain and say it was because said older residents had never admitted that the little ones were now adults.
There were some practical reasons too. A brightly coloured sticky plaster that had fallen off while performing tasks like food preparation or some types of maintenance would be more easily visible than plain beige.
If Virgil was honest with himself he’d say the real reason was because they all sometimes needed the little mood lift the bright designs provided. It was part of the magic ability bandaids had to make small injuries better.
Virgil allowed Gordon to take his hand and begin the process of cleaning and dressing the injury. Once done, Gordon gently smoothed the sticky plaster’s edges down one last time before looking up and locking eyes with his big brother.
“There you go. All better. The dinosaurs will take care of that little scratch.”
Virgil matched his little brother’s smile and thanked him with a hug before returning the box of bandaids to their rightful place.
Long gone were the days when Gordon or Alan would come running to a big brother because of some perceived injury that was completely invisible. The application of a blue bandaid covered in brightly coloured fish, or a black one with little red rockets, and a kiss to make it better was all it took to have a little brother smiling and running off to do more mischief.
Mom had done the same for the older boys when they had needed their bumps and scrapes tended. And Dad and Grandma had done their share of both patching up, and sticky plaster purchasing. There had never been boring beige ones as far back as Virgil could remember. And there had often been a variety of sizes and shapes in the medicine cabinet.
The habit had stuck so fast (not unlike the plasters themselves) that it had even affected the restocking of the Thunderbirds. Plain bandaids in a variety of sizes and skin tones were carried in every kit and medbay, but there were almost equal numbers of the patterned ones in the larger first aid kits.
Offering an injured child a choice of dinosaurs or aeroplanes was sometimes just the right kind of distraction from the fear and confusion of whatever event they had just been through. Virgil had even patched up a few beloved dolls and plushies with their own teddy bear plaster.
But, the novelty bandaids worked equally well on adults.
There had been so many occasions when Virgil had treated a rescuee with only minor cuts and scrapes, but with the tell-tale tremble and haunted expression that prompted him to offer the choice of plain or patterned. Without fail the glassy eyes would focus on the various designs, the tension in their bodies would ease and the bandaid magic would begin to take effect as they made their choice.
After all, when you’ve been through an event traumatic enough to require a Thunderbird to the rescue, doesn’t everyone deserve their very own superhero or fairy princess plaster to patch their wounds and lift their mood.
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What are the Tracys bad at?
Question for you Thunderfam: what do you think each Tracy is bad at? We all know this is a family of insanely talented overachievers, but is there an activity that each Tracy would just suck at? I'm not talking here about Scott and self-preservation or John versus Gravity: the eternal struggle, I'm thinking hobbies or sports or any mundane thing that they tried and were just not talented at. Did they try once and give up, or do they keep trying despite failing spectacularly each time (Grandma and cooking doesn't count, we know that one)?
Just tell me what you think!
#thunderbirds are go#thunderfam#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds are go fanfiction#thunderbirds fandom
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As promised, here's the oc ask game.
I've tried to make the questions fit all Thunderbirds universes and all types of OCs while trying not to make it too generic, I hope you have fun playing.
Under the cut I have added some Picrew links incase you wanted a picture of your character if you can't draw them, please make sure to add the credits for the picrews you use on your posts.
I've also added a plain text version of the ask game incase anyone needed it.
Thx for reading, Happy March of the OCs.💛💛
Picrews:
Hunbloom's Picrew
Bananah Kim's Picrew
Makowka's Picrew
Nuggt's Picrew
Lunevani's Picrew
Ask game questions:
🐚 • Give us a brief bio for your OC(s). Add things like name, age, gender, pronouns, sexuality, ethnicity, occupation, religion ect.
🪐 • Is your OC connected to any of the Tracys or IR? Are they a friend? Family member? Colleague? Love interest? Enemy? Ect.
🌩️ • What's your OC's favourite Thunderbird/IR vehicle?
🌊 • Can your OC swim? Are they comfortable in space? Or do they prefer to keep their feet on the ground?
🌺 • How would your favourite character describe your OC? Physical features, personality ect.
🌟 • Is your OC disabled, neurodivergent or mentally ill? Do they use any disability aids? What does support for their disability look like in the 2060s?
🍂 • Does your OC have favourite clothes or outfits? What kind of aesthetics do they like?
🫧 • Name a character and I'll tell you what my OC thinks of them/their opinion on them.
🛟 • Has your OC ever needed rescuing before? If so, what happened? Why did they need saving?
🌿 • Does your OC live on Tracy Island? If so, what do they think of it? Have they always lived there? If not, what would they imagine living on Tracy Island would be like?
⛵ • Whaw would a fun day out look like to your OC? Where would they go? What would they do? Who would they bring with them?
🩹 • Is your OC squeamish? Do they have any phobias? How do they deal with these feelings?
🪵 • Send me a character and I'll tell you if they'd share any interests/hobbies with my OC(s).
#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds 1965#thunderbirds 2004#thunderfam#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds oc#thunderbirds oc ask game#march of the ocs
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Add this to the list of things I did instead of doing my assignments ❤️
Im living vicariously through the boys because I would much rather be somewhere warm in my swimsuit.
#thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanart#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds#art#digital art#scott tracy#john tracy#virgil tracy#gordon tracy#alan tracy#how do I draw hands?
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Me, reading aloud: Did you know that, apparently, every word that ends with "ie" automatically sounds adorable?
Virgil: Really? Cutie.
Alan: Cookie
Gordon: Bogie
Me: Ewww
Scott: Die.
Me, pointing the finger of doom at him: You! Nap time!
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds fandom#thunderbirds fanfiction#selene tempest#gordon tracy#scott tracy#virgil tracy#alan tracy
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