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[lenle-g]

I WANNA DRAW THE BOIS

@ Thundebirds peeps: send me an excerpt of something you're writing, and I'll do you a quick fan art for it. Bonus points if it's got Soft!Bros or hurt/comfort bc you all know that's my jam extra bonus points if I don't have to draw their uniforms but I will if i have to XD

[melmac78]

Didn’t read this right and it leans more WIP. All cool if nothing comes out of it, but thought I’d share a snippet from the only WIP I have as inspiration (set on the USS Lexington, but could be an aircraft carrier runway floor honestly given position).

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John was nearby, looking out to sea. He had enjoyed looking at all the planes on board as well as the ships sailing by - business and pleasure, but this too was a sight to see.

He was amazed at how the light and clear blue sky would reflect off the Gulf of Mexico, turning the normally brownish waters the same beautiful color. Out in the distance, some offshore oil rigs still dotted the distance.

He was feeling a bit tired and warm from the sun as he leaned over the side to look at what appeared to be a pod of dolphins swimming by... or were they those blue men-of-war that Gordon said don't touch?

There were others sounds, but they seemed distant and blurred.

John watched the pod seem to double and triple in size, confusing him.

Then his head started feeling light.

"Oh no," he thought vaguely as a few moments later as he hit the rail at his waist.

The astronaut gave a faint yelp as he tilted over, the vertigo getting worse as he saw thick netting and a more angry water churning by the hull. His vision started to swim as he kept moving forward. He tried to grab the rail, but caught air instead...

Two pairs of rough hands grabbed his shirt and belt, and pulled back. John stumbled from the course correction and fell back, still feeling as though the world was going down a drain...

The same hands cradled him as he was then set on the ground. One person was propping him up against their legs and chest.

Another had their hand on his jaw, trying to get him to look at them. He could see someone, even though the image was slightly blurry as grey edges flickered in his blind spots. John just couldn't speak.

There were muddled sounds nearby, then a louder bass timber - voice John reminded himself - shooed them away.

The same voice then tried again to get John to speak. He tried this time, but all that came out was a soft moan.

John then felt a different hand placed on his temple to lean his head into the person, who also assured him he was all right.

Between the hand and then a light kiss on the top of his head, John realized he was indeed conscious and being held by a brother. Otherwise, he'd be stretched out on the deck - and admittedly the kiss would be a little odd.

"John - can you hear me now," said Virgil as he leaned into John's view, gently lifting his chin to check the redhead's eye reaction.

A pair of aqua eyes met Virgil's, and to the medic's relief looked to be clearer.

John nodded after a beat, then heard a sigh of relief from Scott, realizing he was the one supporting him.

I WANNA DRAW THE BOIS

@ Thundebirds peeps: send me an excerpt of something you're writing, and I'll do you a quick fan art for it. Bonus points if it's got Soft!Bros or hurt/comfort bc you all know that's my jam extra bonus points if I don't have to draw their uniforms but I will if i have to XD

[melmac78]

Truthfully, I’ve always wanted to see the scene where John gets stuffed in a fireplace in “A Dinner With Danger”

The other one - Virgil getting stuck trying to get into the top bunk on the USS Lexington might be cute… but I’m not sure if you’d need a reference for the bed (I do have a photo of one set though, and that chapter is pinned at top of page).

(At least my birthday has some fun looking back on a popular fanfic I wrote…)

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Dinner with Danger.

Sherbert however sniffed the area again to confirm his smells. He first sneezed from the ashes, but after shaking his head to clear it, pawed at the fireplace even more.

“It looks like 'e's tryin' to dig a hole," said Parker, confused as the pug was now using both front paws to hit the screen, giving a very short yowl.

Penelope also tilted her head at her pug's unusual behavior - as Sherbert rarely yowled - only to widen her eyes in realization.

She turned to Virgil and Scott, smiling softly. "Do either of you boys have a screwdriver?" she said.

Putting Sherbert's behavior and question together, their eyes lit up in understanding.

The pug was doing a rescue, but needed help.

"FAB," said Virgil who pulled out a cigarette case - reality an expandable toolkit - from the inside of his coat pocket.

Scott leaned over and watched as Virgil removed the screws using an ion screwdriver.

He had three off when he heard a louder moan from the other side. "Virgil..." said the pilot, concerned.

"I know Scott - I'll be careful," Virgil said. "Be ready to assist whoever is on the other side. Lady P, Parker, we might need your help too."

"Understood Virgil," said Parker.

Virgil finished unscrewing the last post of the screen and nodded to Scott.

The eldest Tracy nodded and got ready as Virgil removed the screen. Fortunately the person on the other side did not roll over, but who it was shocked all of them.

Penny gasped.

"Good 'eavens," said Parker, who even in all his life never saw something like this.

Virgil and Scott looked at each other then back at the fireplace.

Inside the fireplace, curled up in a pile of ashes was John - bound, gagged and trying to regain consciousness.

I WANNA DRAW THE BOIS

@ Thundebirds peeps: send me an excerpt of something you're writing, and I'll do you a quick fan art for it. Bonus points if it's got Soft!Bros or hurt/comfort bc you all know that's my jam extra bonus points if I don't have to draw their uniforms but I will if i have to XD