#JLB's fanart

[jbarkerstargazer]

A Paris family picture requested by @lisam100

Decided to go with my pencils just because 🤷

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ignore the shitty quality but here it is (the max fanart lol cuz im kinda sad she didn't rly make an appeareance in tgg but dats okay.) took me a while to draw (mainly cuz i had to steal some colors from the art room at our school but i got it in the end <333)

Overall I liked the one on the left WAYYYYYYY better than the one on the right (cuz my friend hit my arm with a notebook [dw IM OKAY PROMISE IT WASN'T SERIOUS] so my arm was a lil sore [could also have been from writing/taking notes too much and drawing the trump election in my notebook])

here's a bonus ig :D

[clarissaweasley-10]

My honest rating of the Hawthorne Brother's cards.. (should i do the rest of the characters too?)

1.Grayson(rat) Davenport Hawthorne-

*violently chokes, splutters, falls on both knees YOU SHALL HAVE ME MY LORD. I mean i am not saying this cuz i am an obsessed Grayson girlie or anything (i mean I AM but i love all 4 of them equally or to an extend equally) but seriously he looks just sooo damn fineeee... like bro this is almost exactly how i pictured Gray, morever it has also captured those powerful vibes that Grayson is supposed to give...

2. Xander

my man looks more like Leo Valdez than Leo Valdez fanarts lol.. honestly, he doesnt look like i pictured him, but that's okay my baby still looks pretty cute <3333 (just that he looks soo young.. he looks like a twelve-year-old when in fact he is 18-19 and is six feet+)

3. Nash

tbh i pictured Nash a little younger(ik he is the oldest brother but see he's just in his late twenties and that isnt old guys) but.. he looks a little older than what i imagined.. like especially if you compare this with Libby's card, she looks soooo much younger than him(it almost looks she's his daughter and not wife, stop doing my man dirty jlb!!) when in reality they both are abt the same age.... plus he looks like he has a dad body when my man is canonically described to be RIPPED AF.

not Jameson That-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named

no response.

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this line will never not be funny

[jbarkerstargazer]

Fanart appreciation month

Virgil Tracy addition (for @gumnut-logic she not well)

Fandom all pile on!

[jbarkerstargazer]

👏👏👏🎉 I really didn't think either of these would be chosen.

What a lovely story. I love how you took the first image.

My entry for the #tagminibang2022 is inspired by the artwork of @jbarkerstargazer which can be found at the end of the piece. Thanks to @tagminibang for setting this up. So, without further ado:

Roll Call

It had been, John reflected, one hell of a day. It was the sort of day that one couldn’t simply switch off from.

Heh he laughed at himself I’m starting to think like Penny.

After finally seeing his brothers safely home he’d found himself too wired to simply go to bed. The rehydrated meal hadn’t exactly hit the spot either and had left him feeling restless but, unusually for him, with the inability to focus on anything in particular.

EOS hadn’t understood. To her it was another successful mission, everybody returned safe and more or less sound. 

“International Rescue has performed at higher than expected levels” she’d said, confused. “Given the parameters, more people were successfully saved than models anticipated.”

She was so very young.

How could he explain to her that it wasn’t the close call Gordon had, or the shock Alan had faced or even that if Virgil had been even slightly less strong then it all would have gone horribly wrong? The problem was Scott. Scott had blindsided him, appearing on the comm with the little baby girl tucked under his arm. It shouldn’t have gotten to him. International Rescue saved children just like they saved adults. Of course they did. Saving babies was rarer, but John had seen each of his brothers with a youngster or two. He’d even pulled a six month old from the rubble of an old farm house after the twister in Oklahoma.

Perhaps he should have tried to explain, he mused some hours later, instead of blowing EOS’ confusion off. But instead of facing up to the memories and, worse still, the feelings that Scott and the little baby produced, he’d instead opted for a comfort he seldom, if ever, allowed himself on the space station; a long shower, lots of chocolate, his favourite book and, finally, most importantly, normal clothes.

Now he reclined on a long shelf in the gravity wheel, his right hand side pressed against the reinforced glass, as close as he could physically get to the velvet void beyond. With his paperback resting comfortably on his chest he finally felt the inner turmoil ease. Here, in his own personal safe haven, he allowed himself to remember, and for EOS sake, he started speaking out loud.

“It’s been a long time since I last saw Scott with someone so little” he said. Over his shoulder a camera ran quietly along its rail, signifying that EOS was listening. “But, at one point, it was every day. Scott was only ten when our mother died, but Alan was just a baby.”

He could see it clearly in his minds eye. Around him Thunderbird Five faded away to be replaced by the family homestead. Outside the kitchen window rain hammered down, unleashed from heavy dark clouds that had turned the afternoon into a dark and dingy affair. Inside the kitchen John’s only elder brother sat at the table focusing intently on his mathletics homework.

“I know this will be a difficult concept for you EOS but when you’re only nine, your ten year old brother is so much older than you are. We all looked up to Scott, after we lost mom, and I’m ashamed to say it took me longer than I’d like to take on my share of the responsibility. But, at that time, I thought Scott had it all sorted.”

In his mind’s eye the rain worsened and a sudden flash lit up the usually cosy kitchen. Scott and John both looked to the window, each counting before a loud boom rent the air. John jumped, instinctively looking for mom who would tell him that everything was alright; it was just a storm. But, of course, she wasn’t there. Dad was in his office and had told Scott he was not to be disturbed.

“It’s okay Johnny” Scott said. “Just a bit of noise is all.” Another thunderclap sallied forth and John bit his lip. Scott was right, it was just a bit of noise and noise couldn’t hurt you. Upstairs the baby started crying having been rudely awoken from his nap by the terrible sound. Scott didn’t leap up in a panic though. Like it was a completely natural, everyday occurrence, he turned his tablet off and put it aside.

“Hey, can you check on Virgil for me?” He asked. “Maybe prise him away from the window and make sure it’s shut this time?” This made John smile a bit. The last time a storm this big had rolled though Virgil had only been about four and instead of being scared by the storm he’d been fascinated by it. Mom had thought he’d slept through it, only to find her little guy soaked through and almost hanging out his bedroom window. 

At John’s nod Scott left and made his way calmly up to the nursery and a terrified young baby. John didn’t see him again till much later that evening. The storm was still roiling outside and John had just convinced Gordon to go to bed - there was no point with Virgil, he’d be up until the storm died down or he’d put himself to bed if he got tired enough. Little came between him and sleep.

John wandered back to his own room, scolding himself for jumping at the latest boom. Once there he quickly hid under the covers (because it was cold, of course, not because of the storm). A short time later his door cracked open and Scott came in, little Alan balanced under one arm.

“See Allie? John’s not scared of the storm. He’s gone to bed like a good boy. And you saw Gordon, he’s also in bed like a good boy. Shall we check on Virgil now? I bet he’s not scared either” and with that they turned to go, Scott softly pulling the door closed behind them.

John forgot all about it until the next big storm when the same thing happened again. It happened the storm after that too and the one following.

“It became their thing” John explained to his young AI. “Every time there was a big storm, or a power outage or even if more than one of us were sick, Scott would pick Alan up and they’d go round checking their brothers weren’t scared. Alan even carried on once Scott joined USAF, though by that time Alan had to be real careful about just walking into his older brothers rooms in the dead of night unannounced” John laughed. “I guess he finally grew out of it.”

“But I don’t understand, John” the AI said, sounding confused. John new that, whilst her response was instantaneous for him, for EOS she’d held a long pause as she’d thought about what he’d said. “What does that have to do with today?”

John sighed internally, trying to put his feelings into a form the AI would understand.

“I wasn’t expecting it, I suppose” he said. “Seeing the little girl and seeing how Scott just carried on reminded me so sharply of those storms.”

“You were unprepared for the reminiscence” she said, somewhere between a question and a statement.

“I was” John confirmed. Slowly he sat up, dislodging his book and the old photograph he used as a bookmark. He fingered the image carefully so as not to damage it more than age already had. It showed himself and his brothers on a a rare camping trip. They weren’t lined up or smiling for the camera. It was something their father had snapped, capturing a moment. He could just make out himself, up in the beaches of a tree, nose buried in a book. In the background Virgil was chasing Gordon - John didn’t remember why. But the main focus of the photo was a thirteen-year-old Scott with three-year-old Alan tucked under one arm. In Scott’s other hand was a large leaf which is was holding up for Alan to look at.

“ I have prepared the space elevator for you, John” EOS said. John smiled, she may be young but sometimes she was also very astute.

“Thank you EOS” he said. “I think a freshly made breakfast is something we’d all enjoy after that call-out.” 

Thinking only of the best way to whip up pancake batter John descended back to Earth, to his own bed and a surprise for his brothers.

Four months later International Rescue was grounded as a tropical storm swept over Tracy Island. Up in low orbit a subroutine installed by EOS alerted her to late night movement in the house occupied by her father’s family. Quickly she dove through the Ethernet and jumped from camera to camera. There she saw Alan Tracy emerge from his room and move to that of Gordon Tracy. A quick scan proved Gordon to be asleep, something that the youngest member of the family quickly ascertained for himself before moving on to the next eldest brother. Outside Virgil Tracy’s door Alan paused. The door opened from the inside and the eldest Tracy stepped through. Scott and Alan didn’t exchange a word. As EOS watched, Scott slung an arm around Alan’s shoulders and they moved on to the room belonging to Grandma Tracy. EOS followed them as they checked on each family member together before heading to the kitchen. She thought for a moment and then, on the nearest monitor, offered up a live image of a sleeping John so that all members of the family could be properly accounted for.

Down on the island Alan nudge Scott as he noticed John’s image. The eldest brother turned from measuring out coco powder and smiled.

“Thanks EOS” he said. “Another storm and other roll call completed.”

[jbarkerstargazer]

WIP

Leaving this for tonight. I'm happy with the line work so just needs colour

@lisam100 @byrcca

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Sons final present done!

At 1am this morning. The morning of his birthday.

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Minibang

Inspired by @such-a-random-rambler story The Tux, I give you the man from TB2.

Incase the link doesn't work the story can be found on ao3 under the author name WhatHaveWeDone.

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👏🎉🥰

It's so fluffy I could die!

Under the Painted Sky

This one is for @jbarkerstargazer , inspired by these wonderful drawings of John on a rooftop. They're all gorgeous, so I really hope you like this bit of nonsense they inspired. 😊

Part of @tagminibang2022 .

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Or read it on AO3

The air was warm and full of the sound of rustling wheat.

John blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes as he returned to the world. He’d only meant to read a chapter or two, but the book was a good one - an old favourite - and so the late afternoon light had faded to dusk without him noticing. Now the sun hung low in the sky, and the telephone poles dotted along the landscape cast long shadows across the fields. Over behind the barn, an occasional caw from the big oak tree was now the only sign of the crows he remembered flocking above him about forty pages ago.

He pinched his nose with his fingers, trying to relieve the tension in his eye muscles. He must have been squinting for quite some time without realising it, straining his eyes against the dying of the light.

The sun had not quite dipped entirely below the horizon yet though, and so glancing westwards he was treated to a glorious display of colour across the heavens. Reds, oranges, golds… Letting the hand holding his book drop across him, he reclined back against the pitched farmhouse roof, arm behind his head, and took a moment to let his mind wander as he watched the warm, changing hues gradually creep across the evening sky.

His hair, his baldric, the solar panels on Five…

It seemed strange to him how he could simultaneously think of all these different colours as separate associations, moods, entities, and yet at the same time his physicist brain told him that it was all exactly the same light, filtered through a varying volume of atmospheric particles as the sun’s relative position moved from vertical to horizontal. The rays of light currently spilling fire across the sky were precisely the same rays that glowed blue over the Earth’s horizon several times a day when he was back on Five. Nothing different about it. And yet…

And yet.

For not much reason at all he felt the sudden urge to call Virgil. Stupid - Virgil was at home on the other side of the world, probably elbow-deep in something oily and cahelium-based - but he somehow had an instinct that his artist-come-engineer brother would understand this feeling in a way that the others probably wouldn’t.

The beauty in the science.

He sighed. He should probably go downstairs and have something to eat, and perhaps a nap before the meteor shower started in earnest. (Another thing his physicist brain took issue with; the shower was already in progress - had been for several days - it’s just that the Earth hadn’t spun around quite enough for him to see it yet.)

Napping now would be the most sensible thing to do, but he already knew that he wouldn’t. Deep inside him, his ten-year-old self was hopping up and down like a cricket in a jar: It was Perseids Night; who could sleep?!

A blond head poked out from the upstairs window.

“Hey Johnny, are you still up there, or did you fall off already?”

A quiet chuckle. Right on cue, Allie.

anybody could sleep through the Perseids, Alan Tracy could. Hell, a chunk of meteorite could literally fall through the house and onto his pillow and he would probably be none the wiser. In fact Alan had already conked out once today, on the sofa right after lunch, although John was generous enough to blame the change in timezones for that one.

His baby brother was just lucky it was only the two of them at the farm for the shower, or else he might have woken up to find Gordon had dyed his hair blue …again.

“So are you actually planning on coming up to watch, or did you travel a whole hemisphere just to stay down there all night?”

“I’m still here Allie," John replied, "no safety net required. And don’t call me Johnny,” he added, although he knew it was pointless. Alan and Gordon loved to tease him with that name, and truth be told he didn’t even really mind it any more, it had been so long; the whole thing was more ritual now than anything.

Alan rolled his eyes. "I'll be there in a minute,” he said. “D'you want me to bring anything up with me? Are you cold? I could bring blankets?”

“That depends. Are you asking for me, or so you can make a nest and fall asleep up here too?”

A baby-faced pout. "Ha ha, hilarious(!) Y'know, one day I’m gonna…" But whatever the rest of that sentence was was rendered unintelligible by an absolutely massive yawn.

John’s lips twitched. “...An excellent point(!)”

Alan looked so much like Scott when he scowled.

John’s face split into a grin. “Come on, Rip Van Winkle, get up here before you miss the show.” Then as an afterthought, “Bring some snacks too.”

There were some scuffling noises (and perhaps the odd word that Grandma wouldn’t approve of) and then his little brother was beside him, holding two large sheet pans.

“I’ll do you one better; I made pizza!” He deflated slightly. “I mean, it’s only frozen, but I figured-”

John smiled warmly. “It’s perfect, Allie.”

The next few minutes were a flurry of slice-grabbing, butt-shuffling and general getting comfortable. By the time they both finally lay back side by side, eyes raised once again to the skies, the sun had ducked down below the treeline, and all the hot colours from before had mellowed into a more delicate, pastel rainbow of purple and rose pink.

“Wow. Pretty," breathed Alan.

John smiled. “Yeah," he said, "Earth’s still pretty amazing sometimes, despite the gravity.”

“Oh yeah? So we haven’t quite lost you to Five yet then?”

John raised an eyebrow and Alan flailed.

“I mean, not ‘lost you’ lost you, but what I mean is-”

“I know what you meant, Allie.” John put a reassuring hand on his brother’s shoulder. “And you don’t have to worry. I love being on Five, wouldn’t change it for the world, but down here with you guys will always be home to me.”

In the dimming light, Alan’s eyes glistened.

John cleared his throat.

“And anyway, there’s things I can see here that I can’t see anywhere else. Like tonight for example. Dirtside is the best seat in the house for a meteor shower. And then there’s this.” He motioned towards the glowing pastel sky.

It really was beautiful.

"Actually,” he added slowly, “this is one of my favourite times to be on Earth, when the sky’s like this."

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. The colours are…” He struggled for the right word.

“Right. 'Cos lavender’s your favourite, right?”

John frowned.

“What makes you say that?”

He’d always told people it was gold.

“Your favourite bedspread,” shrugged Alan. “And the mug you like your tea in when you're sick. You always choose lavender when you want to be cosy."

Oh.

Oh.

Damn, the kid was observant.

Silence blossomed as a wash of thoughts and feelings flooded John’s brain, threatening to overwhelm him. Nostalgia, happiness, comfort, sorrow… Ever the scientist, he took his time to analyse each one, turning them over and over in his mind, distilling them down into one word:

Mom.

He breathed.

“You alright?” asked Alan quietly, worried.

“Just…thinking.”

He could feel his brother watching him. “About...?”

John ran his hand through his hair, finding words. “Not thinking, really. Remembering. Before you were born; back when it was just Scott, Virgil and me. Dad was away a lot of the time. Space, Mars… y’know?”

Alan nodded.

“Mom did her best, but I was so little, I didn’t understand where Dad had gone. Scott says I wouldn’t sleep back then, that I used to cry a lot, but I don’t really remember any of that. I just remember things feeling…wrong,” he finished lamely.

“Then one evening, a lot like this one, Mom took me outside to look at the sky. She said that Dad was up there, playing with the stars, and that if we looked really carefully, we might see him waving.”

He chuckled softly.

“It was a silly thing, but I believed it. So we went outside in the yard to wait for the stars to come out.”

He sighed.

“It wasn’t cold, but Mom brought a blanket anyway to wrap me up close to her. I remember her warmth, and the smell coming from Mom’s roses by the porch - she loved roses, pink ones especially - and the rustling from the fields, and the colour of that sky. I remember looking up at it and thinking that, just maybe, if Dad really was there amongst the stars, then perhaps he had painted those colours just for us; pink for Mom, and purple for me.

“We probably weren’t actually out there all that long, but it felt like we waited forever to see that first star. But eventually there it was, twinkling away at us. In hindsight it probably wasn’t a star at all - it was probably Venus - but we waved at it anyway, and sent our love to Dad by it.”

He looked over at Alan, who was watching him intently, taking in every word.

“That was the first time I ever went stargazing. After that, Mom and I would often go outside before bedtime so I could say goodnight to Dad. Once in a while I even caught her out there by herself, talking to him, telling him about her day.”

For a moment he couldn’t speak, lost in the image. It felt private to think about, like he was… intruding somehow. He rubbed his eyes, clearing the image, returning to the present. A breath.

“And then Dad came home and things went back to normal. He stayed down here and started Tracy Industries, and I didn’t have to wave to him anymore. But I kept looking up; looking for stars. I never stopped.”

John smiled at his baby brother.

“And then of course you came along, and I had someone else to look at them with.”

Alan returned the smile with a grin of his own, bright in the semi-darkness.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said, his voice just a little bit raw.

Seconds passed. The wheat fields breathed in the breeze.

“But then,” said Alan, a small frown developing on his brow, “why do you tell everyone that your favourite colour is gold? Where did that come from?”

John laughed. That bit was easy.

“When I first moved up to Five, I wanted to keep something that would remind me of home. Something to keep me grounded, here, on Earth. So I chose gold.”

Alan’s head tilted, quizzical; puppy-like.

“Gold is warm,” explained John. “It’s wheat fields and tropical sands. It’s summer sunshine.”

He smiled gently.

“It’s you guys.”

There was a beat, and then all the air suddenly left John’s lungs as a not-so-tiny brother launched himself into his chest.

“Woah! Allie…” he wheezed as Alan threatened to squeeze the life out of him.

Alan just held on tight.

John smiled.

“...I love you too.”

Far up above them, in the light of the dying sunset, the first shooting star of the night streaked its way across a pink and purple sky.

[jbarkerstargazer]

Belated Happy Birthday to @myladykayo

Guess who's new coloured pencils came today

As to the story behind this image, I will leave that to the evil writer's imaginations

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Inktober 2022 Day 11 Eagle

Having to stop myself from doing more to it. I may colour it at a later date but this one picture a day thing means there's not a lot of time to over think things.

So... Here you go. On to the next one.

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Inktober 2022 Day 3 Bat and Thunderbirds day 3 Story

This is Scott but as you can all tell that's not Alan. 😈

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And here is my daft fanart that inspired it all!

Day 4: Satan’s Robot

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Aliens made them do it

Did this last month I think but when I saw day 14's prompt for trektober it needed a repost

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Minibang

For @such-a-random-rambler story As Above, So Below I make a front cover. 😁

This story can be read in several ways. I read it as it appeared on ao3 and was dragged right in.

If the link doesn't work, if can be found on ao3 under the author name WhatHaveWeDone.