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Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 4)
Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4
Scott is tired and a little pissed off, so watch for language. Again, kinda crack just for fun.
I hope you enjoy.
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Scott Tracy needed to re-apply his deodorant.
He was beginning to get a bit whiffy. But that’s what happens went you cut halfway across the planet after pulling a dozen people out from under a building in Taiwan.
As it was, he’d had to leave Virgil to liaise with local services to make it in time.
Thunderbird One wasn’t known for her shower facilities, but he had foreseen that in the past and his office in New York was set up with all the amenities including a spare business suit or two.
But that was a good five hours ago. If there was one advantage of crossing the dateline, it was the preservation of sunlight. He had the great pleasure of living the same day over again. With less concrete dust.
But more numbers and more annoying people.
One thing about rescue sites, bar the occasional asshole, was that the people there were usually very, very happy to see Scott and his brothers.
Here in the board room he received the distinct impression that at least several of the members would be much happier with his absence so they could do exactly what they wanted.
Which was what had been happening and why he was here.
“Sir, why the higher expenditure? Their employees are not our responsibility.”
Scott grit his teeth and his blood pressure sung in his ears. “We are saving the company and its employees. I believe with the correct financial support, they can become a solid division of Tracy Industries. We are not in the business of destroying lives.”
“This is not a rescue site, Tracy, this is business!”
Scott straightened from where he had been bent over the conference table, glaring at Martin at the far end, and pulled himself up to his full height before turning to glare at Landers on his left. “Not the way we conduct it.” His tone turned acid. “Do you think caring makes us soft, Landers?”
“Yes, it does. You are destroying our profit margin.”
Scott could not give a fuck about this particular profit margin. They were absorbing a large manufacturing business with its heart in country USA. If they didn’t handle the situation carefully, a good hundred thousand employees looked to lose lifetime jobs. The impact on the people and society would be massive. Not to mention a foolish move as TI’s most important asset was its talent. And there was good talent out there. The business had been struggling, but only to out compete TI, which it could no longer.
Its product was excellent. Brains and Virgil had done an assessment and agreed that the teams had potential. All they needed to do was absorb them into TI and then manage them into a better working culture in order to support that talent.
But it was obvious certain members of the board did not see things the same way as the Tracy brothers. Yes, the profit margin would suffer, may even go into cost in the short term, but it was the long term Scott Tracy was interested in and not lining his pockets at the cost of other people’s lives.
Tracy Industries was big and stable enough to take a hit for the common good.
“Landers…” Scott really wished his head wasn’t hurting so much. “…just go.”
“What? Go where?”
“Out.” Scott waved an irritated hand at the door. “Get out!”
“You can’t-“
“GO!”
The whole room jumped.
Landers glared everything at Scott, swore under his breath, and made a scene of gathering his tablet and collection of paraphernalia off the table and stomping towards the exit.
The moment he left, murmured protests rumbled around the room.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carly, his EA, talking into her headset. A moment later Jeremy, his personal security guard, stepped into the room and took up a position quite casually just inside the door.
Great.
Not the best politic move, Tracy. But Landers was a dick and he had had it coming for a long time.
Scott had just needed to be irritated enough to follow through.
He leant over the table again. “Do we have any further objections?”
Martin at the far end was noting furiously on his tablet. Yeah, more trouble would come from that direction.
Scott sighed. He really wasn’t at his best. He needed sleep. The Virgil at the back of his head was jumping up and down on his neurons demanding he stop growling at staff and come home.
There was a knock at the door and that same brother, still dressed in his IR uniform, stuck his head through. “Hey, excuse me, I need to borrow the President for a moment.”
The room was still rumbling and didn’t really respond. Scott strode over to his brother. “What is it?”
“Come out here for a sec.”
“I can’t leave right now.”
“Yes, you can.” A heavy lifting arm reached in and yanked him out into the hall.
“Virgil, what the hell?”
But his brother was busy staring at him, dark eyes assessing him as if he was capable of medically scanning him with the melanin in his eyeballs. “You’re coming with me.” And before Scott could react - a definite sign of exhaustion if there was one - Virgil lifted him in one quick move and threw him over his shoulder.
“Virgil, what the fuck?!” He struggled, but Virgil was known for his iron grip and even in Scott’s worst moments, he couldn’t hurt his brother.
“We are going home.”
“It’s an important meeting!” The view of the floor and his brother’s butt was infuriating.
“I know. Which is why we let you go initially. However, that was hours ago, and before you disassemble the board one by one, we are intervening.”
“We?”
“Hi, Scott.”
He cranked his head up just in time to see John walk past in a crisp turquoise-grey suit. “What? John? Virgil, put me down!”
“Nope.” They entered an elevator…going up, no doubt to the roof.
“Virgil, please. John will eviscerate them.”
“Yep.” They stepped out into sunlight.
“Aww, c’mon. They’re scared of him.”
“Yep.” A big green shadow loomed over them and Virgil stepped onto her elevator, giving Scott a fantastic view of checkerplate and nothing else. “It will do them good.”
“Virg-“
“Nope. Bed.”
“Please?”
His brother kicked the wall of the cockpit and folded down one of the stretchers. He rolled Scott gently off his shoulder, carefully catching his head and neck and let him sink into the soft medical support.
Every muscle cheered in gratitude.
“Virg…” God, he was tired.
His brother responded by brushing a hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand pushing Scott’s mess of hair back from his forehead. Kind eyes looked down at him. “You need rest, big brother.”
Sure fingers darted over his body, doing up safety straps and securing him in place, and for some reason Scott did not have the energy to protest.
He fell asleep halfway across the Pacific lulled to rest by the comforting roar of his brother’s ‘bird.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#nuttyfic#scott is pissed off#Virgil is determined#and John is scary
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the pics from my new navigation page!!
#go check it out if you want#i think its pretty cool#today was a day where i sat down and learned how html and css works#ts4#gonna post my sim dump at the weekend and then i'll be taking my simblr leave#i have life-determining exams starting june 7 </3#i'll be lurking!!#but no more posts until june 20 something#/virgil
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Shock Diamond
Boo!
Pairing: Mostly Platonic DLAMPR, bit of analogical in the beginning
Word count: 1015
Warnings: none this is pure fluff
Notes: Part of my Metaphysical Determinism verse!
for @i-cant-find-a-good-username over on my patreon!
thank you to @the-inky-isles for beta-reading!
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“Dearest,” said Logan plaintively.
“No,” said Virgil, crossing his arms and leaning bodily back from Logan’s front door. “You sounded way too excited for me to open the door and that means explosions and that means no way, no how, nuh-uh for me, no thank you.”
Logan, who could recognize that Virgil was mostly being dramatic for comedic effect to alleviate his own anxiety, sighed fondly.
“Virgil,” he laughed, “please come into the house.”
“You’ll never take me alive.”
“You are small enough,” said Logan idly, “I might be able to bodily carry you.”
Virgil snorted.
“You can barely carry your half of the groceries.”
“I would hardly describe it as ‘my half,’” replied Logan, “I get perhaps three kinds of instant meal and condiments. Except for whatever vegetables you manage to sneak into my bags, since you so passionately prefer them to rot in my crisper rather than yours.”
“You’re supposed to eat them, L!”
“Come in,” said Logan, barely holding back a grin, “and you can make me eat one of the vegetables.”
Virgil glared for several seconds before aggressively throwing his hands in the air.
“Fine, fine! In we go to the death trap.” he groused, walking under Logan’s arm as Logan opened the door.
“SURPRISE!”
“Aaaaaaaa!” Virgil screamed, diving behind Logan.
“While I would not characterize it as ‘deadly,’ yes, it was a trap,” laughed Logan, moving Virgil around in front of him. “Happy Birthday, dearest.”
“I hate you all,” said Virgil, a lacework of hysterical laughter flirting around the edges of his voice, “you bastards.”
“I told you he’d hate the yelling,” scolded Patton playfully.
“That’s what makes it fun!” said Remus, bounding over to pull Virgil toward the wall of clothing Virgil was staring at, wide-eyed.
“It’s not a true birthday party unless you hate it just a little bit,” said Roman sagely, “like putting salt on chocolate.”
“What is all of this?” said Virgil incredulously, running his hands over the soft black fabrics that lined the wall.
“We pooled in on one present!” said Patton, bouncing over and wrapping his arm around Virgil’s and hugging him. “We rented as many black costumes as the costume shop would let us.”
“The intention is that you’re going to treat us like lifesize dolls,” said Devin dryly, “so you wouldn't have to have all the attention on you. But if you would rather perform a fashion show of one, we will of course enjoy it just as well.”
“No way,” said Virgil, shuddering a little even as he was grinning, “but I will absolutely have a hell of a time dressing all of you up. I need pompous royal shit for Roman first-”
“Hey!”
Virgil disappeared in a whirl of fabrics, tossing them with gleeful direction at the five of them while giving them playfully imperious orders.
They went through several outfits and variations on them apiece. Virgil finally settled on one for each of them, and Logan found himself having more fun than he’d thought he would.
Virgil seemed to have gone in the “mad wizard” direction for him... a crisp black shirt and ascot under a form-fitting vest was paired with gloves and a pair of rather steampunk goggles on his head. A duster that Logan suspected was substituting for a lab robe was worn over that.
Virgil had gone in the fairytale direction for Roman and Remus, but he obviously hadn’t actually meant to make fun of Roman. Remus’s was looser, more flowing, some of the pieces askew and making him look rather roguish, while Roman looked – almost shockingly – severe and cold in perfectly pressed and poised, head-to-toe jet. Virgil had even done a quick sweep of make-up, paling Roman and painting his lips to match his blood red hair (grumbling about how Roman was “too ugly for his vision” but clearly delighting in Roman’s entire costume). The effect was rather vampiric.
To Devin, he’d gone fully Victorian, shyly holding up a bustle that Devin had snatched up with glee. Virgil declared him to look “like a nineteenth-century widow who most definitely killed her husband” and Logan couldn’t help but agree.
Virgil had saved Patton for last, which Logan at first assumed was because he would be the most difficult – Patton warmly tan skin and woodsy curls and apple cheeks did not, on Logan’s first instinct, lend themselves to goth fashion.
But it soon became clear that Virgil had saved him for last because he had the most fleshed out ideas for him – Virgil flicked through the clothes, muttering, looking for specific things where he’d taken the inspiration from the clothes he saw to the rest of them.
Finally, Virgil stepped back from doing Patton’s makeup fully, and nodded, showing Patton to the mirror.
Virgil had dove back into the fantasy clothing, in a more whimsical direction from Roman and Remus. Patton was layered in skirts and gowns of silvery tulle, his makeup accentuating his freckles with glitter. He did look like some kind of deceptively cherubic dark fairy, and Logan considered himself somewhat more of an expert on the subject than most.
Roman made a big show of falling to his knees solemnly.
“Dear one,” he said, holding his hand out beseechingly, “I swoon of your beauty!”
“Yeah, yeah, break it up,” said Virgil, shooing him with his foot and wrapping Patton in an embrace. “It’s my birthday, I have dibs on all the baby brother time I want.”
“Virgil!” whined Patton, half laughing, “I’m not a baby!”
“Baby to meeeee,” said Virgil, squeezing him hard and then abruptly switching to noogie-ing him.
“Off, off-off-off, you meanie-!”
“Wrestliiiiiiing!” shouted Remus, yanking off his shirt and diving into the “fray.” Roman followed immediately, because the twins shared a collective three brain cells.
“Rather silly, aren’t they?” he said, sotto voce, to Devin, who gave him a deadpan look.
“Please,” said Devin, “I am the only voice of reason here. If this were intellectual chicanery, you would be right there with them.”
“But it is not,” said Logan reasonably, “so I get points.”
“No you don’t.”
“Unfair parameters.”
“Cope.”
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#metaphysical determinism#mpd virgil#mpd logan#no taglist today because the new editor continues to suck fat eggs
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really stupid that once I finally get over the fear of being judged for what I write, I dive headfirst into the "the stuff you write is too niche because it's only original characters why bother no one's going to read that lol" hole
#peace? never heard of her#determined to be extra cringe and do whatever i want this year though#been thinking a lot about a book i read as a teen#that i blame for creating this entire mess#there's a quote that has been haunting me for over a decade#virgil chats#tbd
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*stares at my excel sheet* Five more calls to find until I can let myself sit here and write about meeting Virgil,,,,,
#rain rambles#I need to stop taking micro breaks to blog but#consider! i dont want to#jdjsjskskh#I also have to shower today bc we have craft club tomorrow!! I'm excited (:#ive been doing really good at keeping up with that stuff so i dont want to get burned out.....#i determined to not fail myself!!#anyways all i wanna do is think about my puppy eyed man#virgil
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Sorry to bother you, but did you produce a timeline for your TB Fulcrum series? Only I remember seeing something like this, and I can't find it anywhere. If you did do something, could you provide a link please?
Hello j-omega-writing!
First of all, please rest assured the you are not bothering me at all; I was very happily surprised to find your message in my inbox this morning! Nice to speak with you!
I don’t have an offical timeline posted as yet (though I have an informal one as all writers do lol), but I do have this post that is my fic masterlist, which has the chronology for my posted works so far.
If you were also after approximate ages for the main offspring, this is their information as of March/April 2058, which is when The Bound Series takes place.
- Scott - aged 24, turns 25 in Determined (4th April, 2033)
- John - aged 22 (28th Oct, 2035)
- Virgil (and Kent) - aged 20 (15th August, 2037)
- Gordon - aged 18 (14th Feb, 2040)
- Alan - aged 13, turns 14 in Determined (12th March, 2044)
- Tin-Tin (Kayo) - aged 15 (18th June, 2042)
- Fermat - aged 12 (12th September, 2045)
Hope that’s the sort of thing you were looking for. :)
#pyre talks#j-omega-writing#ask#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#fandom#the bound series#bound part i: bound#bound part ii: determined#bound part iii: fulcrum#boundverse#pyre rambles#scott tracy#john tracy#virgil tracy#gordon tracy#alan tracy#tin-tin kyrano#tin-tin ‘kayo’ kyrano#kayo kyrano#fermat hackenbacker#fanfiction#writing
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I do not fucking care about canon, babies. In my brilliant head of mine, Janus airbrushes his scales on every morning & takes them off every night. Can he make himself look like anything? Yes. Does he choose to painstakingly do his makeup every day? Yes. Does diegesis matter in fiction? Sure! Do I cling to the Remus-Janus-Virgil side of the Sides’ diligent makeup routines in order to adhere to their very specific aesthetics? Absolutely.
#ts janus#listen we’ve got confirmation that Virgil intentionally does his eyes daily i am determined to get Janus in on that action#the snake iris can be natural though. for funsies#or. fuck it. he puts in a different contact lens every day#he can’t see shit out of his left eye cause he got it from Imaginary Party City
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In ring one there are actual centaurs and minotaurs!! Amazing! I had a really big centaur phase in middle school and I think 12 y/o me would be sooo exited rn
Here's me and Virgil watching the centaurs shoot the sinners trying to escape the Phlegethon river! It's a river of boiling blood where violent people go. Pretty cool actually
#still fanboying over the fact i get to spend all thos time having SERIOUS ACADEMIC CONVERSATIONS with virgil :))#but anyway the amount of blood you spill determines how deep you're sunk in the river#these people's sins really BOIL MY BLOOD#haha funny laugh
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This makes me incredibly angry.
[ID: Screenshots of a Facebook post from user Advocatus Peregrini, which reads:
I was conversing with a fully-grown adult a few days ago, born and educated in the USA, who let this little gem drop:
"Well, it's like Shakespeare said, "Love conquers all!""
I pointed out that Shakespeare never said that, Virgil did, (Eclogues X) and Chaucer after him (Canterbury Tales.)
She said, "Oh I'm sure Shakespeare said that. In Romeo and Juliet!"
I sighed. I've been in that play several times, in different roles, and even directed it. That text does not occur in it.
But the real grind-my-teeth moment here was that if Romeo and Juliet can be said to have a message, it is most certainly not "Love conquers all," seeing as the lovers die by their own hands with a trail of their friends and relations' corpses in their wake.
Neither this fact, nor the fact that I knew the play, nor my explanation that Virgil and Chaucer used the phrase long before Shakespeare's birth dented her determination that "Love conquers all" came from Shakespeare.
"You don't know ALL the versions!" she protested.
All the versions?
Alternative Bard?
With every instinct screaming at me to let the matter drop, warning me that some horror that will not soon be absent from my nightmares waited around the next corner of this conversation. I pressed on.
It was a decision I was soon to regret.
I asked when she had first read "Romeo and Juliet." She said she had only read it once, when she was in Junior High. In the version she was taught, Romeo and Juliet survive, are reconciled with their parents, and are married in the church with their friends Mercutio and Tybalt arm in arm in the wedding party.
"Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint."
It turned out that her school had their own "version" of Romeo and Juliet, with an "uplifting" ending. This was printed and distributed by a religious education publisher. And it was the only version of the story that she had ever read. Of course she had HEARD other people say that the story was a tragedy, but she just assumed they were wrong.
And she did not see why MY version of Shakespeare should be considered better than HER Shakespeare, which, after all, had a much more wholesome ending.
I explained, in vain, that "my" version is definitive because Shakespeare actually wrote it (quiet, you Oxfordians. Don't make me stop this car) and the message of the play - that when adult stubbornness meets youthful impulsiveness tragedy ensues - is lost in the ersatz, happy-clappy ending.
She said the ending that had been Frankensteined onto Shakespeare's play by the "Christian Education" publisher was better than the original ending, "if the ending is as sad as you say it is."
At this point, I concluded that this was a person who deserved to go through the rest of her life "...safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive!" I bid her adieu.
After the conversation, I wondered, darkly, if that was to be the fate of Shakespeare, and all other literature if the happy-clappy people get their way - as harmless and "uplifiting" as a cheerleader's chant.
I wondered what these bowdlerizers would do with "Hamlet?" or worse, "Titus Andronicus" or "MacB-" Nothing wholesome, I'm sure. Oh, that's right, what they can't appropriate, they ban. Or burn.
In trying to protect children, we leave them undefended from "...the slings and arrows" that life will no doubt throw their way. Shakespeare raises the issues of tragedy - the fatal flaw, the last turning, the role of fate, as well or better than any author before or since. He is a gentle tutor, much to be preferred over that stern and dangerous teacher, Experientia Inopinatum.
But, as ever, it really isn't about the children. It's about the adults, and their desire to avoid answering difficult questions from agile young minds, who know no fear and swarm like eager flies around questions that have been boggling our best minds for millenia. To answer the questions that literature raises, you have to have thought deeply about them yourself. And that is something that few dare to do.] end id
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Logan: That's ridiculous. Remus doesn't have a crush on me.
Janus, sipping his wine: Yes he does
Virgil, desperate as hell: Yes he does
Patton, stress baking: Yes he does
Roman, disgusted: Yes he does
Remus, with hearty eyes, very much determined to make this strange nerd his: Yes he fucking does
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The Ostrich
I wrote fluff! I resisted the whump and fluffed instead. Not my best, but a fun little scene, at least, I hope.
Sparked by this post. So @flyboytracy ‘s inspiring fault again along with @edutainer2022 whose commentary is, as always, amazing.
Many, many, many, many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for all her help yanking my brain out of its spiral. Couldn’t have written it without you. ::hugs tight::
Don’t expect much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
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It became habit.
A Virgil instigated habit.
The second eldest had never been tall. Scott always had and if Scott was honest with himself, he used to forget to slow down.
It started in the playground. Scott ran off one day all excited to show Virgil something, thinking his little brother was behind him. So, it was with surprise he turned around to find Virgil nowhere to be found.
Also, it was minor heart attack inducing.
Mom was around somewhere, so Virgil was likely with her, but she was occupied with Johnny, and Dad had impressed on Scott that Mom needed help and Virgil was Scott’s responsibility.
And he was nowhere to be seen.
It was only moments and Virgil was found as soon as Scott back-tracked, but it gave him enough of a scare to remember that his little brother couldn’t always keep up.
And age didn’t change that fact.
As Gordon and Alan appeared he found himself with a whole flock of brothers who, in general, could not keep up. Scott was fast, both in thought and leg length, and he always found himself having to slow down.
It was a relief to go for a walk with Dad, just so he could hit his stride.
Not that he wouldn’t do absolutely anything for his brothers.
He just wanted the freedom to move.
John eventually caught up with him, long, lanky and as determined as Scott in his own way.
But Virgil never did.
He knew his brother tried to compensate for some of it with his strength. Virgil could dead lift the lot of them if he wanted to, far stronger than Scott would ever be. And he was proud of his brother’s achievements. All of his brothers’ achievements.
But long legs was something Virgil would never have.
So, like the Thunderbirds they flew, Virgil was always behind him somewhere.
Unless he slowed down.
It became habit to check his stride, decelerate his ‘bird, step into a calmer pace to stay with his brother.
Scott didn’t mind. In fact, he hardly thought about it anymore. It was just the way of things.
But not now.
Here he could stretch out his legs and run as fast as he wanted. His morning run was time for just him. Time to be himself without the labels, without the expectations, without the need to adapt to others.
He ran the same path every morning. On purpose. He knew every bush, every tree, every obstacle. He knew that by the time he circled the Island the sun would be peeking over the horizon and everything would be bathed in pink and gold.
It was always a beautiful moment and a treat just for himself.
Perfection before the descent of the day.
Of course, it didn’t happen every morning. Life had plenty of interruptions up its sleeve. But he did do this as often as possible.
There was rhythm to his feet hitting the pre-dawn gravel. Power in straining muscles.
And speed.
Scott Tracy freed to the mountain.
He smirked at the idea.
This morning was no different. There were wisps of cloud in the sky and a bit of a chill in the air, usual for this time of year. Subconsciously he checked the wind direction against bare skin and calculated any differences to their usual launch protocols.
The Thunderbirds didn’t require much correction, they made their own weather, but the civilian craft they kept were a little more prone.
And besides, it was just good aeronautics.
As if in answer the breeze stiffened, tangling in his sweaty hair and wrapping warmth around his arms.
The clouds sailed on.
He put more effort into running up the next hill. Being a volcanic island, and relatively young, there were plenty of cliffs, valleys and challenges for his body. And he loved every one of them.
They proved he still had it.
Every day.
And gave him that moment to escape.
“Hey, Ostrich!”
He startled. But the voice was familiar, if unexpected.
He jogged up the last of the incline and sure enough Virgil was standing in the middle of the path.
His brother was in his uniform and for a split second, Scott worried they had a call out, But John wasn’t interrupting him, and the teasing grin on Virgil’s face had no urgency in it.
Scott jogged to a stop, panting. “What are you doing out here, Tank?”
Virgil snorted. “Just testing.”
“What? My patience.”
“Now that wouldn’t be much of a challenge, would it?”
Scott eyed his brother. It was far too early for him to be up. Left to himself, Virgil would sleep well into ten, at least, bar work or a call out. “Did you sleep last night?”
Virgil rolled his eyes. Enough to make Scott wonder if this was actually Gordon wearing a holosuit.
“I’m fine. Still staggering sleep from last Thursday.”
“Exactly. That was last Thursday. You should be sleeping better by now.”
“I’m fine.” His brother frowned at him. “Stop worrying.”
Scott bit back a retort. “You still haven’t told me why you’re out here. Or how you got here.” Let’s just say that while Virgil was known for strolling around the Island, running wasn’t usually in the equation. His tank of a brother burned all his carbs in the gym.
“As I said, testing.”
“Testing what?”
“Equipment.”
“What equipment?” All he could see was his idiot of a brother standing in the middle of the path, obstructing his morning run.
Virgil shrugged. “Are you sure you can’t see anything?”
Scott looked around. There was rock, cliff, bushes, a few trees, the sun poking through Tracy Peak. Damn, he’d missed the sunrise. He frowned. There was already heat haze forming.
“No. Any hints?”
His brother’s smirk was triumphant. He hit his comms. “Brains, the test was a success.”
Virgil’s grin split wide at the excited babble from their genius engineer.
Scott frowned. “What is going on?”
That grin softened into fondness and Virgil touched his wrist control.
Above the both of them, clinging to the cliff an elegant aircraft phased into existence.
Scott’s eyes widened. “Thunderbird Shadow! The stealth tech, you did it?”
Dark eyes shone. “Works like a dream. Flew out here, followed you around for a while, landed her. We figured that if you didn’t notice, most wouldn’t.”
Scott stared up at the black and silver craft that had been under development for months. “She’s ready?”
“Almost. Brains is just finishing up.”
“Can I take her for a spin?” Kayo was going to be so happy. But not until Scott had done his own array of testing.
Virgil arched an eyebrow at him. “Not dressed like that, you’re not. Flight suit required.”
Scott shot him a flat stare before smirking. “Race you back then.”
A snort. “No contest, Ostrich.”
“Then keep in the slow lane, Tank.” Scott darted around him and ran full bolt down into the next valley.
“Hey, don’t do anything stupid!”
Scott yelled back to him. “Sorry, can’t talk. Busy leaving you in the dust.”
He grinned at his brother’s exasperated groan.
Yes, Scott had a habit of stepping back, slowing down, and caring for his family. But there were still times where his natural speed was just what was needed.
Dust included.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#Scott Tracy#Virgil Tracy#nuttyfic#i was determined
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virgil took his mom out for breakfast and fell in love with the waiter
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#tjol#tjol virgil#mama burdick number 1 wingman#virgil 2 posts ago: i loveeee being single 😍#i don't blame him though look at this girl#i'm determined to make this work ok#first impressions wear off she might like him in a week 😭
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i am desperately trying to think of a name for this au but all i could think of is 'get on the whirlwind' and i hate that i couldn't think of anything better please god i need to think of a good name before i tag these
penny lamb , the unluckiest girl in town (=> mischa) - she never got a break in st. cassians no words can describe the amount of bullying she faces . the only reason she wasn't left unidentified is because she has foster parents instead of being left by herself and ezra
"c?" (=> jane) - she was nice . forgot a lot of things including her own name . only remembers the 'happy memories'
ocean o'connell rosenberg , the fiercest girl in town (=> ricky) - got a pretty bad leg fracture that made her slow down on her game , which ruined her as she no longer lives up to her own high expectations . somehow more unbearable than before yet stopped insulting people ?
mischa blackwood bachinski , the gentlest boy in town (=> constance) - was put in a good loving environment so he isn't filled with rage . still , trying to cope with the death of his mother and feeling like he doesn't belong in uranium was tough
richard potts , the most artistic boy in town (=> noel) - has jumped to creating by doing art and writing to make the most of his short life . if he's going to go he'll at least release the stories in his head first
noel gruber , the most determined boy in town (=> ocean) - studies hard so he could leave uranium to move to france . partly because uranium sucks and partly because he'll go there to do drag , why would i Not include his historical oc monique gibeau
you can guess which one i had the most fun developing
feel free to ask anything ! i do put a lot of thought into this !
also virgil and karnak because i Have to include them ... has anyone thought of swapping any of the choir kids with karnak yet
#ride the cyclone#rtc#not really bi shop#jane doe#jane doe rtc#penny lamb#constance blackwood#ocean o'connell rosenberg#mischa bachinski#ricky potts#noel gruber#the amazing karnak#rtc twister au
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really everything was going great until i remembered jessamine is a fucking purple tiefling and now i have to edit all the pictures if i want to make a mood board/fake insta profile
and don't get me started on the damn horns idek yet
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MOST ICONIC BIRD CALL BRACKET: ROUND ONE: FERAL PIGEON vs. NIGHTINGALE
IN THE BLUE CORNER, get ready to witness an unexpected star rising from the streets, the feral fighter, the street pigeon!
once domestic, these unruly birds have returned to the wild environment of the concrete jungle. what it lacks in size or strength, it makes up for in being scrappy and street smart. this is a fighter that has not only survived, but thrived in environments that are too harsh for most wildlife. its grit and determination has earned it a loyal following among those who appreciate the never-say-die spirit it embodies. you'll know this bird from that soft and gentle cooing, but it might be harder to recognize without the added traffic and city ambiance.
IN THE RED CORNER, we have a bird with a voice like no other, the songbird sensation, the NIGHTINGALE!
don't let that plain appearance fool you - this is an opponent that packs a punch. this nocturnal vocalist's songs has been the subject of poems for over a thousand years, inspiring writers including homer, t.s eliot, shakespeare, and virgil. true to its name, this virtuoso of sound isn't just limited to daytime hours - it also shows off that impressive vocal range at night, whenever it wants, wherever it wants.
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Last Updated: 2024-02-22
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ Clandestine F*cks by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Courting Disaster by michelleleewise • 14+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You are the cousin of THE Tony Stark, so when you enter a relationship with the God of Mischief himself, you are determined to keep it low-key, much to his chagrin. But your lover's meddling brother has other plans…."
✑ Virgil￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by coldnique • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Use Me as You Please￨Prt. II￨Prt. III￨Prt. IV by lokisprettygirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When Loki gets mad, he loves to take it all out on you, and you absolutely love it."
✑ A Calm in the Storm by joyful-enchantress • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "You escape to the rooftop [searching for] solitude, [in an effort] to forget about a certain trickster god..."
✑ Absolutely Dripping by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F᜶E〕 •
Summary: "A very wet towel-clad god interrupts your prank."
✑ Accidental Confessions by lokidokieokie • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "After [collecting a mysterious] vile, the team unwinds on the quinjet back to the Tower. What happens when Tony decides [it's] a good idea to unleash whatever [is] inside?"
✑ Admit It by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "Loki likes you more than he's liked anyone before, [only he's too proud to admit it]. So when it turns out you already [know], will he [find the courage to confess]?"
✑ Aren't We a Pair by lizmaximoff • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "After being transported in the midst of battle, you're left to ponder on the nature of yours and Loki's relationship. What happens once you're reunited?"
✑ Asgard's A** by give-me-a-moose • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki catches your eyes wandering to a certain teammate. That gives him some ideas."
✑ Blame It on the Rain by ijuststareatstuffhereok89 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "You and Loki... can't stand one another, and after one-too-many pranks [go] awry [amid] your 'merry war,' [Fury punishes you both] with menial labour, and the weather reports are predicting a literal storm to supplement the one stirring within you…."
✑ Bonded by michelleleewise • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "After an incident on one of your missions, loki makes a decision...."
✑ Butterflies by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Who knew that pulling pranks would lead to love confessions?"
✑ Carrara Marble by coldnique • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After believing you'll need to postpone your anniversary, Loki surprises you with a trip to Louvre.
✑ Chains by tiltheendwilliwrite • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✑ Chardes by clandestineloki • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "The Avengers are in a very heated game of charades, and Tony decides it’s time Loki knew how much you like him."
✑ Chilling Love by coffee-with-bucky • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Your ice powers eventually reveal Loki's Jotun form."
✑ Close to You by michelleleewise • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "You work in stark tower and have fallen hard for a certain god, but he would never feel the same... would he..."
✑ Commitments by michelleleewise • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "Your feelings for Loki have grown the closer you get, so you decide to ask him out..."
✑ Crush by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Fed up with his brother's moping, Thor "resolves" the situation by informing you of Loki's feelings towards you, prompting the god to retreat in embarrassment. You chase after him, but will he believe that you share his affection?
✑ Drunken Words by lokidokieokie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "If there was one thing that… always [got] on your nerves, [it's] what the press... dubbed 'Stark Parties'..., what else could you [and Loki] do besides get plastered and reveal all your secrets?"
✑ Eavesdropper by oliwrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki cant help but overhear your conversation with Natasha"
✑ Feelings
✑ Finest Asgardian Ale by lizmaximoff • 18+ • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "It's Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light."
✑ Green Dress, the￨Prt. II by peacefulpianist • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 •
Summary: When Stark invites you to one of his infamous parties, Nat suggests you wear the green dress you bought months ago. Perhaps it will be enough to inspire a certain god to finally make a move.
✑ Green Knit Sweater by springdandelixn • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're angry because of Tony's stupidity, [luckily] Loki has a way to calm you down."
✑ His Colour by rorilisa • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "[You challenge Loki's 'ownership' of green with your] very own green dress... [leading to] months of flirtatious comments and sexual tension [to] finally reach a breaking point."
✑ I'm Yours by lokisprettygirl • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When you catch you boyfriend Loki flirting with a supermodel at Tony's birthday bash, you snap."
✑ Injured
✑ Intoxicated by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: When you accidentally inhale for an aphrodisiac in front of Loki, you flee, not wanting to be around him and your current state. However, he finds you offering a solution to what else you.
✑ Knight in Shining Leather by coldnique • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: When you're in over your head, Loki swoops in to save you from disaster.
✑ Let's Just Have Fun by irishhappiness • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You just wanted to have fun but your boyfriend decided differently."
✑ Light as a Feather by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "...some ropes, a blindfold, and you and Loki in absolutely no clothes. The possibilities are endless."
✑ Mischief Mission by lizmaximoff • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "In the heat of battle, Loki transports the both of you into a weird a spot."
✑ My Little Princess by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: {…}
✑ No Expert by give-me-a-moose • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Loki ends up in the med bay, and you swear [you'll] kill him."
✑ Not Fair by peacefulpianist •
Summary: {…}
✑ Sinful Desire by michelleleewise • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ So Beautiful by lokiisdaddyblog • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When being amongst Gods and Goddesses leaves you feeling a bit insecure, Loki reminds you just how beautiful you are."
✑ Sound of Love, the by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team."
✑ Suprise by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Not sure if you were coming down with something, you decided to go to the doctor..."
✑ Thinking of You by michelleleewise • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: "Every time you see Loki, your thoughts run wild... unbeknownst to you, he can hear them too..."
✑ Wait a Minute by give-me-a-moose • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki discovers a new side of you, [causing] a moment of crisis."
✑ Warming Embrace by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Loki usually doesn't like to have blood on his hands, but when it comes to you, he throws his rational thinking overboard."
✑ Welcome Home by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki comes back early from a mission. Smutty, sleepy mischief ensues..."
✑ What Ails You by maple-seed • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "Loki is your [best friend], which leaves you struggling when you want something more."
✑ What's Your Type?￨Prt. II by lokisprettygirl • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: Gossiping, with Wanda, never lead to anything good. When the topic shifts to your taste, in men, you can't help but think about a certain dark, charming, yet mysterious God.
✑ Whisky, My King? by loving-barnes • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Loki finds an unexpected surprise [waiting for him] in the compound's library."
✑ Adore You by lokisgoodgirl • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Allow Me by lokisgoodgirl • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Always Forever by infinitystoner • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Black Cat by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Boop by coffee-with-bucky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cheerleader by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cold Coffee by coffee-with-bucky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ End Credits by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 •
✑ Even Gods Dream by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Favourite Mortal by mostly-marvel-musings • 〔F〕 •
✑ Frigga's Wedding Gift by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ He is Sober by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Have a Confession by oliwrites • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Looooove Youuuu by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Put a Spell on You by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ In a Different Light by psychospore • 〔F〕 •
✑ Jealous by iamnotorginalphil • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Kindness by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 •
✑ Little Mischiefs by lokiisdaddyblog • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Loki's Bachelor Party by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Loki's Special Night by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Lovers' Perjuries by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ My Beloved by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Naughty by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Not the Alcohol by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our Future by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Public Display of Affection by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Purrr... by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sensitive Soul by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Seventeen Lemons by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ So Innocent by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Star by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tough Human by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Truth or Dare by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 •
✑ What the F*ck Are You Wearing? by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Worthy by peterman-spideyparker • 〔C〕 •
✑ Yeah "Friends" by peterman-spideyparker • 〔F〕 •
✑ Being in Love w/ Loki
✑ Dating Loki would include… by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
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