#Thunderbirds AU

[call-me-casual]

When your rider really likes this strange walking fishbone, so now you decide he too shall receive “scary dog privileges”

Whatever that means

[blinktwicebaby]

“Perhaps he wouldn’t return to the vault when he found Alan after all. Life in the wastelands was hard, but it was also possible.”

I’ve obsessed over this idea since I started posting my crossover fic on ao3 (the lies about vault life). I decided to practice my shading by throwing Scott into a vault suit. I’m actually pretty happy with how most of this one turned out!

[avengedbiologist]

Hey gang, guess who's thunderbird posting again (one whole post) I'm back on my bullshit and talking about my Band au (remember my name au or whatever the fuck I called it) I am deep in my 80s glam rock bullshit so take one of the 2 bands Alan was in at some point in this au. The only name I have for this band is Marz (this could change) get it it's a space name badum tiss. Anyway I need to say this right now ONLY ALAN is in this band ALAN ONLY !! No other Tracy brothers R in this band (I know y'all see guy w dark hair n has green on him and think Virgil but that is not Virgil xxxx)

I have no character lore for these guys yet I just wanted to draw em out but they R my boys now so. Mac, Paul and Hal seem very Anderson names which I have just realised in writing this but I do not care ☝️ it's my au 😝

[samcat71470558]

would anyone be interested if I did a little AU of my own? Lemme explain:

Okay, hear me out. Alien Allie AU. Everything's the same except TB3 is a Cybertronian and Alan's their holoform. Only John and Brains know about it, and try to help him adjust to "being human". I already have a vague idea of how I wanna draw 3 as a Cybetronian too.

Anyone wanna see this?

[chenria]

Squeezed this in between commissions, art trades and overdue giveaway pieces *cough* What is time management? (Virgil continues to have horrible hair ... it's always a pain to draw... seriously, I should have stuck with Scott as my favorite... he has the easier to draw hair...)

Also... Virgil and my OC Samantha demanded I jot down a tiny scene...

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As the grandeur of the soiree unfolded around him, Virgil found himself suffocated by the swarm of eager faces, all vying for his attention. He would need to talk with his brothers. Abandoning him in the hour of need was unforgivable. With each step, he felt the weight of expectation pressing down upon him, the burden of being one of the most sought-after bachelors of the season becoming increasingly unbearable and annoying. Desperately seeking solace amidst the chaos, he slipped away from the crowded ballroom and into the tranquility of the gardens. The moon cast a gentle glow upon the lawn, illuminating the delicate blooms that adorned the pathways. Breathing a sigh of relief, Virgil wandered deeper into the labyrinth of shrubbery, his steps measured as he sought refuge from the prying eyes of society. Finally, he found himself in a secluded alcove, shielded from view by a canopy of ivy. Leaning against the cool stone wall, he closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of respite and took a deep breath. The sounds of laughter and music drifted faintly through the air, but here in this secluded sanctuary, he was free of expectations for a brief moment. Lost in his thoughts, Virgil was unaware of the figure approaching until a soft voice broke through the stillness. "Darn… you found my hiding spot before I did." Startled, Virgil turned to find a young woman standing before him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and her face framed by pretty brown hair, curled up and held together with hair pins the shape of flowers. "I was merely seeking some fresh air," he stated with a chuckle. “But if I invaded your hiding space, pray forgive me.” He bowed slightly and was about to leave when she shook her head. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Well, perhaps you wouldn't mind some company? I just intended to sit here and read. You’re welcome to stay." Virgil looked at the young woman as she took a seat at the bench and pulled out a small leather-bound book. She smiled at him once more before she turned her attention to the book and the silence that settled between them was not unpleasant.

[skeefee-sky]

i didn’t wanna hijack @silverstoning’s post of their thunderbirds/splatoon au splashtags, so i’ll make my own post for it but-! >w<

wasn’t expecting to get a smallish jumpscare of that upon opening my tumblr when i’ve been drawing THEM for the past few minutes… hours… xD i was like, ‘what are the chances of someone mentioning this, while I’m doing this-’

(excuse the horrid-ish watermark lol)

they still need tweaking but, i wanted to post them cause i, really wasn’t expecting to see someone else talking about a thunderbirds/splatoon crossover, yippeee 🤭

pls enjoy my renditions of Scott and Virgil as squidkids while i work on their brothers c:

*scurries away*

[waty-art]

Thunderbirds are go Fanfic

My Tracy Ranch Au

Raise Them Right

“Gordon, I'm fine. I promise.” Scott reassured gently.

Of course Scott didn't mention that his head was throbbing and he was exhausted, but Scott didn't have to tell Gordon for the blonde to know.

Gordon frowned and glowered up at his big brother. “You are not fine. You didn't eat all day.” Gordon shouted, throwing his arms up in exasperation. “I know today's dad's birthday, but you can't starve yourself because of it. Can't you tell that we're worried all about you?”

Or

A fluffy introduction to my western au, Tracy Ranch series.

Scott has raised his four little brothers, and now that they are all grown up they try to return the favor.

I hope you enjoy😅

[call-me-casual]

Marionettes do not bark, no one knows why they both resorted to this.

Specialists are baffled

[shirubie]

Follow-up of this sketch, Green Claw, now in color! I still need to do the shading but I wanted to test the color scheme first.

[avengedbiologist]

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

[hebuiltfive]

WIP i-haven't-done-one-of-these-in-a-while-so-screw-waiting-for Wednesday

“I could still create the scene, if you so wish.”

She held up her ungloved hand. “Please, do not. I do not wish for you to injure yourself.”

“Your concern for me is gratefully accepted, but I assure you, I would be perfectly fine.”

“I believe gravity would have something to say about that.”

“Gravity would only be a problem if I fell.”

“Which is something you would likely do if you tried to scale the wall of my home.”

Scott turned to her fully, eyes alight with the prospect of a challenge and with all his earlier woes forgotten. “You do not believe me to be a skilled climber?”

“Have you scaled walls before?”

“… No, but I am rather skilled.”

“In climbing?”

“In many things.”

“But not in climbing?”

“I think you’re missing my point.”

“I think you’re failing to make a point.”

[chenria]

There was some "Regency!AU Tracy" chatter going on today. I only noticed on the sidelines because the ancient piece of Virgil with that horse was dug up and what I read amused me in a good way (and today I needed nice things, it was a frustrating day at work)...

But yeah... while I have no time for a larger random picture these days (I have a few deadlines for other pictures) I at least wanted to contribute with a random messy sketch of Virgil and Scott (whom I think would be some kind of naval officers in a Regency setting - which explains the random epaulets). Also, no claim whatsoever on historical accuracy of the outfits. Far from it!! (They are not super recognizable, I am aware... it's just a sketch after all and I just wanted to jot down the vague idea.)

It might actually be a scandal for the two most eligible bachelors of the county... duchy... (whatever) to hide from their guests to discuss some random naval strategy instead of making the ladies swoon while dancing. And I am sure the two are great at dancing. Perfect courtly manners to flaunt...

Anyways. This was a nice exercise and managed to distract my brain. Now it's back to commissions and the art trade that's due soon.

[noattentionsstuff]

What is Scott up to in the no ir au?

Job? Going good. Family issues? through the roof. We don't know how he's getting out of the hole he's dug for himself but what we do know is that there's one heck of a family dinner party around the corner and he can't escape

[tracybirds]

Been sitting on this bit of fic for a couple of months :) Think I'm ready to put it out in the world

Hunger Games!AU - initially inspired by @tanushakyrano who I believe is knee deep in their own hg au <3 and also thanks to @gumnut-logic whom I inflicted this on when I first wrote it and played cheerleader :D

Hopefully more to come (I have ideas.....)

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The clang of metal on metal pulled Gordon from his sleep, the grey light of a new day greeting him. For a moment, he didn’t move. If he stayed still, curled between Alan and Virgil, he could stave off the day and ignore the jolt of fear that clamoured for attention in his belly.

Another clanging pulled Scott upright, muttering as he rubbed a hand across his eyes. He reached out and placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder and shook him roughly.

“C’mon Virg, dawn bell’s ringing.”

Virgil groaned, mumbling for five more minutes, but the day had begun and no-one in the district cared if one of their citizens would rather have a lie in.

Scott glanced across at Gordon as he hauled Virgil upright. “Don’t you have chores waiting? Harvest doesn’t stop just because it’s Reaping Day. You and John better get gone.”

Gordon didn’t say anything, the sick feeling in his stomach intensifying at the word. John was up already, pulling on a threadbare shirt. He didn’t look at any of them.

Alan yawned. “What am I doing today?”

Scott crouched down, smile fixed firmly in place. “You’re going to help Grandma with the meals – try barter with the Jones-es down the way for some grain – and we’ll see you in the afternoon.”

“Can’t I help with harvest? Pol’s been helping since his birthday.”

Scott swallowed thickly. “No, Allie. Not ‘til your first reaping’s done, you remember what Dad said. We’ll talk next summer.”

Alan nodded. “Okay,” he said easily. “Next year then.”

He scurried away without further protest, and Scott slumped forward with a sigh.

“It’ll be over soon,” said John quietly.

No-one said anything, not wanting to speak their fears aloud and invite them into reality.

“I want to apply for extra,” said Gordon, suddenly. “It’s John’s last year, and we need the tesserae.”

 “No.”

All three older brothers spoke as one.

Gordon met their horrified gaze steadily, his jaw set and face grim.

“You know I’m right. We nearly didn’t make this year without Virgil’s share. If we lose John’s too and there’s no way to make up the shortfall, what do you think will happen come winter?”

“It’s not worth the risk,” spat Scott, his fists shaking.

Gordon snorted. “It’s no less than what you did for us, or Virgil, or John. I’m fifteen now. John’s put his name in, what, eighteen times this year?”

“Twenty-four,” corrected John. He shrank back from Scott and Virgil’s twin looks of horror.

“I knew it,” said Gordon triumphantly. “Every year since he was fourteen, I’m older than that.”

“This isn’t a game, Gordon,” snapped Virgil. “You don’t win for getting your name in the most times, you just get dead.”

“We need that tesserae,” argued Gordon. “Look, I get it, we’ve been that low before, I can do the math as well as you, but last time that happened we had Dad.”

At once, the light diminished, as though the mere mention of the man who’d towered over their family extinguished all oxygen from the room, taking the candle flame with it.

Scott looked like he wanted to hit something, fists clenching and unclenching at his side.

“We can manage,” said Virgil. “There’ll be three of us working for the adult wage next year, we won’t need the extras.”

“Yes, we will,” interjected John.

The admission fell from gritted teeth. Living was a numbers game in the districts, and no-one kept track of the numbers better than John. Gordon exhaled slowly, hope and dread flickering internally with equal measure.

“He’s right,” said John, his voice louder. “Maybe we’ll survive without it, but that’s no guarantee if the crops fail like they did in ’56. Or if a new craze sweeps the Capitol and they need more grain than usual to make whatever extravagant waste-of-space meal is the hot menu item of the season. There’s too many uncertainties, and we can’t base our food supply on a best-case scenario.”

Virgil chewed at his bottom lip, still staring at Scott worriedly. “We might need to trade for medicine or fuel come winter, too,” he admitted reluctantly. “It was only luck we didn’t lose Gordon right alongside Dad that year. And Coney, she says this winter’s going to be a hard one.”

“What does Coney know?” scoffed Scott. “You’d risk Gordon’s life on a maybe?”

“It’s my choice,” snapped Gordon. “Besides, I’d be six slips out of what, a thousand? We need those supplies and you know it.”

Scott opened his mouth to argue, but a second clanging toll rung out and interrupted him.

“That’s the assembly bell,” said Virgil, eyes darting between Scott and the door. “We need to go.”

Scott hesitated, lips pursed as he levelled Gordon with a solemn look in his eyes. “Your choice. You’re right, I can’t stop you. But please, Gordon, think it through. You don’t know what it’s like to watch your little brothers…” His breath heaved in his chest, and he turned away. “Let’s go,” he said to Virgil, leaving John and Gordon behind.

The tension remained, shooting sizzling static through the air as Gordon tried to catch his thoughts and reorder them.

“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?” said John quietly.

“Next year we’ll need more than seven allotments.”

There wasn’t much else to say. Unless they brought in a fourth wage next year, by manner of marriage which only meant another mouth to feed, they wouldn’t last the winter.

The wages in District 11 were just enough to keep the population meagrely fed when the weather was fair and the farming a success. But there was no margin for error. Consequently, the poorest members of the district were reliant on the reaping for extra resources.

Gordon wasn’t stupid.

The least valuable were always more likely to be selected.

It was simple math.

[thunderbird1lover]

Okay I really would love for some ADHD Scott Tracy fics because I've looked everywhere and can hardly find any!

(If u make one tell me please 🙏)

[call-me-casual]

So this may have been on my mind for a few weeks and I may have finally gotten around to it…

Consider this an au of an au? I think?

Turns out designing IR uniforms is really fun but also bloody difficult-