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I thought I was joking with that 'ive watched so much new stuff I'm going to make a tbirds au outta it' well turns out I wasn't and here's JoJo's bizarre adventure X thunderbirds crossover. Don't ask for more details I just wanted to make pretty outfits and obviously had to get a KIX reference in there with 'girl money'.

More info and progress pics under cut x

This is probably the only character I'll do in this au cause the Tracy brothers cannot serve JoJo levels of cunt x

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Only Acceptable Course of Action, Pt 3, Ch 6

Ao3 link here

“Vladimir! Fozil! Answer me!” In the captured Hangar Control Room, Colonel Pyotr Jesionowski let go of the talk button, his heart pounding double-time as he waited for an answer. Sokolov was still talking, but the other two? Nothing. 

The radio crackled, then an unfamiliar voice issued from it. “I’m sorry but your officers can’t come to the radio right now, can I take a message?” 

Jesionowski let go of his radio and cursed Cloudbase, cursed General Kovalenko, and cursed the idiots in charge of his country for thinking that they’d be able to pull off a stunt like this! He whirled to face Lieutenant Bartek. “You told me you could hack into their systems! You told me you could plant a virus and take control of this base!” A solid kick to the ribs and the technology specialist was off the chair and sprawled on the floor. “Now two teams are dark and we are no closer to taking this base!” 

“I don’t understand why it’s not working!” the specialist bleated, holding his aching side. “According to the information from B.E.S.A. it should have worked! We got to the interface before their central control could lock us out!” 

Jesionowski snarled and stalked away before he could give into the temptation to shoot the man in the head. ‘I am down twenty five men and the enemy have our radios! They can listen to everything we say! What are my options? We have their hangar, we have our SPJ-B, I could leave… no, their air defences will shoot me down as soon as I’ve cleared the deck, and that’s without their much vaunted ‘Angels’ chasing me. Surrender? No, if I’m handed back, I’ll be taken into the woods and shot. If they think I’ve said anything, my family will be killed. But can this be salvaged? Sokolov is still on the way to the command deck…’ he stopped, eyes wide as a possible solution occurred to him. ‘Wait… the command deck… if we can take that…’ Pyotr recalled what he’d seen of Cloudbase’s exterior as they came in to land and quickly ran the odds. ‘It will be a gamble, but it’s a chance. A chance I have to take. High Command will not be forgiving if I return empty-handed.’ He knew exactly what High Command did with failures. Early in his career, he’d been one of the ones who removed what was left of them. ‘If we can take the command deck, we have the base. But how do we get up there…?’ He drummed his fingers on his holstered pistol…then remembered the second radio on his combat webbing. “Bartek!” He whirled to face the man. “Get everyone together, I have a plan.” 

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The arrowhead formation of three Angel Interceptors faintly glowed against the backdrop of the deepening night, their skins lightly brushed by the light of the waning crescent moon.

“Radar is still clear, over.” 

‘How on earth is she so calm?’ Symphony flicked her eyes over the Interceptor’s HUD as Harmony finished her check in. Absolutely nothing disturbed that woman’s composure. ‘Even that time she got shot down she was completely un-fussed. It’s surreal.’ 

“D’accord, Angel Two. Angel Three?” 

“Nothing on my scopes, Angel Leader,” Symphony replied, again lifting her eyes from the HUD to sweep the dark skies with the ‘Mark One Eyeball’ as Scarlet and Grey put it. ‘The other side brought their Molniyas, we can’t trust the radar.’  She wasn’t looking for the shape of another jet - an almost impossible task - but looking for what wasn’t right. It was being aware of movement, a sparkle of reflection, the glow of a jet engine, or if someone was particularly dumb, a cloud sliced by the knife of an airframe or twisted by one’s passage. ‘Oh I hope they’re an arrogant one, they make mistakes, and to misquote Sun Tzu, you don’t interrupt an enemy making a mistake, unless it’s to kill him…’ Her hands flexed on the controls. She really, really wanted to hurt that country for what they did to Adam, what they did to Paul, and what they were trying to do now. ‘...no, down girl, cool it.’ Karen took in a deep breath, held it, then let it out again. ‘Can’t get distracted. Don’t be stupid or it’s you going home in a box, not them.’ 

She guided her Interceptor through another circuit of the base, then cast an eye over her status screen. ‘Got another… hour and a half in the tank. Then we’ll have to land and that’s when things could get really interesting, really quickly. No way we can hook up to a Camelback refueller, not with Molniyas and who knows what else about. We could sit on the carrier deck, but that’d make us sitting ducks. The ‘mayday’ got out though, there’s backup coming. But when? No, no, focus. Keep your eye on the ball.’ 

Another orbit, but this time Destiny brought her nose up and swung out and over to bring them into a line formation. 

Another sound off of negatives on the radio. 

Another orbit. 

Another sound off. 

And another. 

And another. 

And another.

And… ‘...wait…’ Symphony strained her eyes, then sucked in a breath when she recognised the distant blue-orange flare of the Molniyas’ signature triple afterburners as an aircraft spun to intercept them. ‘Just the one. He’s either brave, stupid, or trying to bait a trap.’ Her crisp warning of “Bogey two o’clock low!” was overlapped by Harmony’s sharp “Movement on the deck! Helicopter!” 

“Angels, take the bogey, we have the heli’!”

“Oui, Colonel. Angels, on me!” Destiny ordered, her Interceptor twisting through the thin air after their enemy. 

 “S.I.G.” Symphony knew her grin was tight and feral as she shoved the yoke forwards and dumped fuel into the engines. She almost felt sorry for the other pilot. Almost. They were the ones who’d picked the fight, after all. 

It wasn’t the Angels’ fault that whoever this idiot was, they were sorely outclassed.

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“It worked!” one of the sergeants grinned tightly as the three white jets spun to intercept the Bereznik fighter.

“Of course it did!” Jesionowski snarled from behind his respirator. He almost felt sorry for the doomed pilot of BZ-762, but the lie of ‘reinforcements are just behind you, they’re running dark to surprise the enemy’ and the sacrifice of the stealth fighter was necessary if the mission was to be salvaged. BZ-762 only had to survive long enough to draw the Angels away from the base long enough for the helicopter to land on the helipad at the top of the Control Tower. The base defences were all pointed outwards to take out anyone approaching or leaving, but nothing was positioned to cover a hop from the carrier deck to the upper tower. 

It had taken some creative thinking to figure out how to communicate the message to Sokolov, his last surviving team leader, but while the enemy knew their language, they didn’t know all of their stories, and language was more than just words. ‘Nowak at the port’ had been enough to convey the message. Commodore Nowak’s clever two-pronged attack on the ports at Baltiysk during the Bereznik revolution was required reading. ‘And for good reason, one strike from above and a second strike from below was a masterstroke of tactics.’ Jesionowski shook his head to make himself focus. Hotwiring the Spectrum helicopter had taken far too long, but now they were crammed into it and making the short flight up. 

Leaning forward to watch over the pilots’ shoulders, they were level with the starboard observation tube - and what a piece of hubris that useless thing was - for just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of figures rushing around through the control room, then they were lofted above the base. The skids were kissing the deck at almost the same moment a blossom of fire announced the completion of BZ-762’s mission, then they were surging across the rough surface to the hatch.

‘One last throw of the dice…’ Colonel Pyotr could feel the heat being stolen from his body by the thin air as he watched the sappers fit the breaching charges. ‘...one last chance. It’s a desperate gamble, but fortune favours the bold.’ One of the sappers gave him a thumbs up, they backed well off and he gave the nod. 

A sharp explosion, the smoke was whipped away by the wind, and Colonel Pyotr Jesionowski of the Bereznik Army girded himself for the final fight.

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WIP Wednesday

🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛

John materialised from his abandoned comm like an impossibly smug genie.

“Bad time Johnny…”

“You astound me.”

Gordon tried to glare but his forehead threatened to collapse into his eye sockets and he turned back to commune with the toilet bowl a little more. Maybe Mr Blue Floaty No Legs would get the hint and get back in the lamp where he belonged.

He did not get the hint.

Gordon could sense turquoise eyes on the back of his neck. He could feel the raised eyebrow.

“Don’t tell Scott” Gordon wasn’t proud of how much the whine revealed but was helpless to prevent it.

“Oh, Scott knows”

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The Golden Girls - 7.06 - Mother Load

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Hello Everyone!😁

So after reading @gumnut-logic's fic 'Dirt'. In chapter six it sayes...

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"Hold him." But there was only so much the man could do as Thunderbird Two turned towards them and accelerated. Four hundred and six tons of green and angry machine barreled onto the site with the intent to mow down everything in her way.

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And well...I couldn't help myself!

*giggles*

🤭😁💚💕

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Love that one of Scott's smilers looks zooted the fuck out. And I think you know which one

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Oh god I haven’t drawn traditionally for months

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Sofasurf’s fault

@sofasurf mentioned Virgil angry enough to throw things and this little thing happened.

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“Virgil! No!”

Gordon grabbed at his furious big brother.

He might as well attempted to hold back a landslide crashing down a mountain side. Virgil shook him off and charged.

The cocky sneer on their captor’s face faltered as that mountain bore down on him.

Gordon was caught between brothers - the one on the floor and the one likely to-

Their captor screamed as Virgil slammed him into the stone wall, cracking bone. A fist slammed into the man’s face and his consciousness fled - all too soon in Gordon’s opinion - but Virgil didn’t stop…

Gordon leapt in grabbing a fist and gained a bruise or two for his efforts. “Virgil! Stand down! He’s out! He’s out!”

Wild dark eyes shot in his direction, a fleck of blood shone on one cheek. They stared at Gordon, then at the limp man, still in his grip.

A gasp and Virgil let go. The asshole crumpled to the floor. His brother stepped back wavering just a little. “Scott…”

“He needs you.”

Those soft words broke through the haze in his brother’s eyes. Realisation hit hard and Gordon was left staggering as Virgil hurried towards their eldest brother, curled up on the floor.

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the sillies got sillier <3

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In 1965, former astronaut Scott Carpenter spent 28 days living on the ocean floor in SEALAB II. Amongst other adventures down there (I suspect he wasn’t a fan of scorpion fish) he conducted the first ever conversation between a person on the sea floor and a person in outer space.

Who was that person in outer space?

Gordon Cooper.

To a Thunderbirds fan this is so VERY pleasing!

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@janetm74 😁

WIP i just realised it was Wednesday❤️

The Commander knew it was gonna be one of those days the moment  he woke up. He could feel it in his bones.

"heck I can even feel it in my sealegs." Sam complained to himself, feeling like the ancinet mariner. "and thats saying somthing!"

It left him crankyier then usesal all through the day. Most staff bar his daughter made them selves as scarce as possible. but it didn't help. The commander was Tence, waiting for somting or nothing. Atlanta’s light teasing about his mood didn’t help. and stingray radioing a very routine report didn’t relive any niggling worries.

He’d no sooner dismissed his own ill feelings as maybe somthing he ate atfter all; then one of the computor banks lit up as the electric missive came through.

"tracking station calling. picking up an message to pass on." Fisher reported. his frown was confused for a split second before the second half of the note came through. "Sir, both Weather station WW98 and the cruise ship Ocean say there's somthing trying to get on thier radios to call Marvineville. Neither able to use thier own instuments bar the shortwave to main contol!" 

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- Squiddo's Coffee Order Headcanons -

Scott: Straight up just 3 shots of espresso with sugar. He NEEDS the caffeine but is also fond of the strong flavour. In warmer weather he gets a cold brew with some vanilla foam.

Virgil: Loves a good latte or cappuccino, something soft, warm and comforting with alllll the extras, whip cream, syrup, chocolate sprinkles ect ect. He loves a good cup of coffee but it can't be just from anywhere, the taste of the beans really matters to him.

Alan: Doesn't really like the bitterness but he developed a taste for frappucinos and mochas when studying for his finals. They've got to have a shit ton of whip cream and syrup to cover the bitter taste.

Gordon: Tends to only get coffee in social situations or when he is absolutely exhausted. Will literally take any style of coffee, usually goes for something sweet, and doesn't like the brew to be too strong. Loves all the different varieties of syrups though, his favourites are hazelnut and (of course) butterscotch.

John: Likes espresso shots, lattes and flat whites. Like Virgil he's quite particular about his coffee and will only go to specific coffee shops and only tends to get coffee if he's doing uni lectures or writing up papers. Absolutely does not like his coffee cold, it's a bad texture to him.

Kayo: Cold brew. Just ice, water & coffee. No flavours, except when it's pumpkin spice season. Also likes iced matcha.

Grandma: Not a fan of coffee, prefers tea instead but likes the smell because it reminds her of her late husband who used to brew his own coffee at home.

Brains: Drinks coffee because he hates energy drinks, too sweet. He takes his coffee however it comes as long as it doesn't taste like burnt ditch water. He much prefers matcha though.

Penny: Can't stand the stuff, absolutely can't stand it. She much prefers a good ol' traditional cup of tea.

Parker: Used to drink coffee in his army days, refuses to drink it now because "Nothing can beat the proper stuff".

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A second wip Wednesday because I'm on a roll. Thunderbirds this time

"Hey look!" called Alan. the others tuned to follow his finger. "There's Fab One. So Lady Penelope and Parker can't be too far away?"

"What if they've been taken somewhere else?" Virgil frowned.

"fab one - well technally this is the mark FAB one point two version." Brains said. "Is fix with a tracker and self drive. If both Parker and L-lady Penelope are taken away at high speeds the computor in assuming a kidnap, Fab One activates. Alan s-should be right."

"what if they're taken away very slowly?" Tin-tin asked.

"I er havn't worked out what to do about that situtaion."

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WIP i just realised it was Wednesday❤️

The Commander knew it was gonna be one of those days the moment  he woke up. He could feel it in his bones.

"heck I can even feel it in my sealegs." Sam complained to himself, feeling like the ancinet mariner. "and thats saying somthing!"

It left him crankyier then usesal all through the day. Most staff bar his daughter made them selves as scarce as possible. but it didn't help. The commander was Tence, waiting for somting or nothing. Atlanta’s light teasing about his mood didn’t help. and stingray radioing a very routine report didn’t relive any niggling worries.

He’d no sooner dismissed his own ill feelings as maybe somthing he ate atfter all; then one of the computor banks lit up as the electric missive came through.

"tracking station calling. picking up an message to pass on." Fisher reported. his frown was confused for a split second before the second half of the note came through. "Sir, both Weather station WW98 and the cruise ship Ocean say there's somthing trying to get on thier radios to call Marvineville. Neither able to use thier own instuments bar the shortwave to main contol!" 

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Captain Scarlet and the Singing Squadron - Chapter 4: Scarlet vs Black, part 1

(Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 -p1, Chapter -p2, Chapter 3, …)

I am back with a new chapter! >:D

@uniwolfcorn @teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @thundergeek59 @riallasheng @mariashades @yarol2075 @voidparadoxical @llamawrites @river-sam2 @coco9728 @hebuiltfive @thalassastra @bassic-ally @pareidoliaonthemove @graverinth

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The Angels had landed on the mini airport near the station. Giving their Fighters a much needed refuel.

Destiny, Rhapsody, and Harmony were helping the captains planning how to counter the Mysteronized Jets when they do suddenly appear. And where to start searching for Captain Scarlet.

Rhapsody was obviously the most worried of them all. The British Angel biting the nail of her thumb, while trying to distract herself by focusing, maybe a little too hard, on the mystery at hand.

To think that later, she and Scarlet would go on a date on the Kuril Islands. Adam would bet they would spend a much-needed time in the hot springs and enjoy the sight of the beautiful basalt formations, the black volcanic sand, and the white pumice hills.

Destiny, the French lead squadron pilot, gently calmed her teammate. She too was worried of the situation. But keep a firm mental support among her peers to formulate a plan in case something worse happen.

Harmony had a frown on her round, usually calm and soft Asian face, which told of many promises of a nasty punishment. Everyone knew if she had found the culprit responsible for capturing Scarlet, somebody would become a bloody pulp on the floor.

Not that she would necessarily attack on sight, but it was a well-known fact if said culprit turned out to be a prick.

Speaking of culprit…

“Do you think… the person who took Scarlet might have to do with those rumors?” asked suddenly Rhapsody.

“Huh, I didn’t put it that way…” Captain Ochre rubbed his chin, then raised a brow at the British Angel, “What makes you think these two are connected?”

“If you think about it: the crew of this powerplant mentioned about the recent happenings in the forest nearby. Which they claimed this didn’t happened until last night,” she began, walking around the table as her finger lightly dragged across the map, “Then, the Mysteronized fighter jet we fought early got mysteriously shot down, and Scarlet was taken after the crash.”

“Which means, something - or someone - was in that forest doing the Scooby-Doo levels of weird things,” Ochre concluded.

Rhapsody pursed her lips from laughing, as she nodded.

“Well, let’s not forget the lads here also mentioned about this place once being a great battlefield a century ago,” Magenta pointed out. Though, nobody missed his eyes filled with discomfort.

“Pat, don’t tell me you believe in ghosts?” Harmony smirked with amusement.

“I hope I don’t have to…” he tried to hide a gulp.

“Alor! Are we already going over these stupid things?” Destiny laid her knuckles on her hips, giving everyone a serious stare.

Before anyone could say anything, Captain Blue’s epaulets began flashing white.

Blue took his cap and placed it on his head, letting the mic flip from his cap’s visor to his mouth.

“Colonel White, sir?” he listens in attention.

“Captain Blue. Lieutenant Green and I had managed to locate Captain Scarlet,” his commanding officer replayed the news.

Everyone sighed in relief. Rhapsody especially lay her hand to her heart. In which Adam slightly smiled at her reaction.

“Yes sir! Can you tell us where he is?” he asked, ready to pick up his equipment.

“Now hold on a minute, captain,” the colonel spoke firmly, “There’s something I need to tell you about the supposed condition of Scarlet. During our call, there were moments where he appeared to be acting strangely.”

Everyone shared looks as they began to worry once more. Colonel White continued.

“He claimed he was alright, but one time he seemed to have whispered something… or whispered to someone. There were pauses to some of my questions. And he had also claimed that he was ‘not alone’. Would you go and check on him if he’s mentally stable? I’ll send the coordinates immediately,”

“S.I.G”

Cutting off the comms, and the mic flipped back into place, Blue looked at every officer.

“So, uh… who’s coming with me?” he smirked.

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Seems oddly calm for a birch forest, thought Captain Blue as he and his group trekked about the outskirts.

“I don’t like this…” Rhapsody muttered. Her eyes were glancing left and right with wary, “This place is giving me the creeps.”

Captain Ochre, who was right behind them, holding the Mysteron Detector in his hands, threw a sharp glance at the darkest parts of the forest. And shivered by the sudden cold of the silly imaginations his mind had conjured up, in which, thanks to his training, immediately suppressed them.

“Fishy… like we’re about to go ‘fish out of water’,” he slightly joked.

The two of them turned around to him, giving him sarcastic raised eyebrows in which he grinned back at them with innocent eyes.

“Looking for your colleague?” a voice echoed from elsewhere.

Everyone sharply turned towards the source of the voice. Standing before the bushes, was a young man holding a dog.

He was pretty tall for a youngster, almost as tall as Captain Blue. But him wearing a perfect copy of the century-old military outfit from the Eastern Front, with the badges and all, made this encounter all the more bizarre!

As far as everyone know, there was no reports of a movie being filmed here.

To not let the young man, wait, or grow wary of them, they step in to play along.

“Yeah, kid. We are looking for our buddy, Captain Scarlet. Did you happen to see him?” Blue finally asked.

“Da! He’s at our camp. Just a few minutes away,” the young man pointed somewhere forward along the edge of the forest.

Meanwhile, Captain Ochre took a shot of the fella with the Mysteron Detector. The Polaroid-like picture was being produced, supposed to show an X-Ray image of the person.

If the person was a human, the picture would appear normal with visible bones. If they were a Mysteron Agent, it would come out as clear full picture of the face. Like they were null to the rays.

The picture of the man came out as none of those things; instead, it showed a big black blob.

Ochre retried again, turning the detector off and on to check if there was a mistake.

The pictures still showed the same results.

The trio threw a glance at each other before turning their eyes back at the young man in front of them.

“Say, what’s your name?” Ochre nodded his head towards him.

“Grasshopper,” the man replied.

“Grasshopper?” Blue raised his eyebrows. While the calmest of the captains held his breath from giggling, his eyes were glittering with mirth.

Rhapsody merely covered her mouth with her hand while Ochre didn’t manage to hold out a laugh, let alone a giggle.

“That’s my callsign…” Grasshopper deadpanned sarcastically.

“Got it!” Blue waved his hand, shaking his head a bit to recompose himself “Well? Are you going to lead us to our colleague?”

The young man threw a hand towards the passage.

“Prashou!” he said with a smile.