#next generation thunderbirds

[edutainer2022]

To amuse myself amidst the bleak bombings I did a little fun(ish) thing within the general context of Timey-Wimey, the Future!Tracies crossover, but it could be perceived independently. It may be not the best idea to hack family video archives, while situated in a time paradox.

For more references of the Tracy future ever after in this continuity, see Piano Lessons and Worries. Indefinite thanks go to @janetm74 for inspiration and support.

WIBLY-WOBLY

The holovideo was shaky at first, someone with the camera was, probably, adjusting the hold. There was also a bit of a squabble going on in the background. The holocam tilted, recording a familiar side hallway in the villa. The walls were decorated anew, though, with pictures and paintings they never saw. There was also soft carpeting where previously they were used to hardwood. The frame was finally rectified and an unseen hand pushed the touchpanel of a door. A voice off screen, too jovial to be serious, declared:

"Tracy TV! Would you be amenable to take part in a poll?"

The brothers let out a collective gasp as a tall slim figure turned around to face the camera. Grinning at them against the backdrop of a summer afternoon was Scott. A twenty years old Scott. Upon closer look they could see the shade of meticulously styled hair was darker, so was the blue of the gaze. But the dimples were there, the posture, the bone structure, and the fond smile that could power a sun.

"Shoot, Squidletts!"

There were appalled noises from behind the camera, but a voice pressed on. A girl's, that time.

"Do you believe in love?"

"Oh... that's a good question! I believe..."

The young man stretched and squeezed his eyes dreamily. When they opened back up, the deep blue was brimming with mischief.

"I believe... I'd LOOOOVE a sandwich right about now!"

The young man burst into a hearty laugh and the Tracies hitched a breath in unison again. The resemblance was striking.

The holofeed shimmered in and out of focus some more through the turns and passages of the upper level of the villa. At some point it paused in view of a lanky freckled teen, curled up in a window niche, engrossed in some diagrams on a tablet. Despite the tropical heat, the boy was clad in layers of oversized sweatshirt and a truly hideous cardigan. The attempt of the "Tracy TV crew" to engage him in their poll resulted in a well-aimed trainer gliding their way at an alarming speed. The kid barely even got distracted from reading and the hapless reporters made a hasty retreat, before the canon shoe landed with a thud.

That brought them sprinting to the balcony, overlooking the lounge. The video on screen skipped up and down in time with the running. First only the sound was audible, then the holopicture stabilized. The spacious area was filled with viscous rue of Puccini's "O mio babbino caro" in a velvet female voice, swirling all the way up to the glass ceiling. The pianist concealed by the raised top, but for a streak of red and black flanel, the camera focused on the singer. Thick black curls in a French braid, soft brown eyes, full forms, a green sundress. The girl looked remarkably the way Virgil did when he lost a bet to Gordon that one time. Or rather, if Thunderbird Two were a girl come alive. The voice seemed to reach through the gossamer veil of the holovid and envelope them all in their current strange surroundings. Nobody dared speak, lost for breath with awe.

When the aria ended there was a low whistle off screen. Then followed enthusiastic applause and a resounding "Bravo!", in a voice they knew all too well that time. The camera jumped again and recorded a startled shriek:

"Uncle Scott!!!"

The Tracies exchanged anxious looks. The frame shifted to accomodate a newcomer - too tall to fit he bent slightly to be eyelevel with the 'reporters'. Slim figure as fit as ever, the grey suit made the blue of the eyes stand out. The right shade, this time. But the hair was all steel and silver, much like Dad's. The smile was also different. The brothers hadn't seen that one since when Mom was still alive.

"Now, what are you two up to?"

There were more dimensions of levity in the grin and the lines that flanked bright blue eyes.

"Solemnly up to no good, sir!"

The twin chorus off screen declared eagerly, with audible delight. That was obviously a well practiced routine between them. The Double Trouble scrambled to remember the purpose of their noble endeavor.

"Uncle Scott, do you believe in love?"

The smile deepened the dimples on the man's face, he reached one arm to hug someone, the other lifted up to ruffle some hair, eliciting a universally recognizable sqauck.

"Of course I do! I love your parents and all you lot. More than anything in the world! I love the way your cousin Lucy sings. I love how you're always up to mischief. I love to see how smart and talented you all are. I love to see you grow up happy. And I'd love to make the world safer and kinder for you all!"

The camera dropped the frame again in favor of a brief fierce hug, before the transmission skedaddled to the elevator and down to the hangars.

It was hard to discern the details as the camera was facing the concrete floor for some time. Much as the brothers wouldn't mind a peek into the inevitable changes of the Thunderbirds' roost, the cracks and bumps remained as they remembered. They managed to see a red sign "Restricted Area", usually deployed by Brains, when experiment muse struck. But it definitely didn't deter the intrepid investigators. The video picked up a young ginger woman in lab coveralls, manipulating screenfuls of holodata.

"Hey, Sisi! Do you believe in love?"

Green eyes looked up from shifting datastreams, as the girl seemed to give the question some actual thought.

"Belief presupposes reliance on unverified and uncorroborated data points. Since I am aware of sufficient amount of proof that my synthetic biometrical makeup is not designed to produce chemicals usually associated with emotional affection in mammals, then no, I do not BELIEVE in love. But the complex neural connections I have elaborated over time allow me to experience strong cognitive affinity and preference for the select members of the Tracy family over all other representatives of the same species. And don't call me "Sisi", I am the Dawn!"

The sniggers off screen were drowned in a gasp their side of the holofeed, just as it was shut down forcefully. John was frozen in place, mesmerizing the same red-headed girl, looking not a day older, now frowning at them. Alan  jumped to his feet, indignant.

"You're not Dawn! You're Eos!!!!"

"That is an optimal deduction, yes."

Gordon snorted. John's brow furrowed in return. From behind Eos, the twins, Grant and Sally, were entering back into the room.

"Yo, you hacked our old reels! Neat! Tracy TV was a hoot! Ouch! Hey!"

A cuff up the head stopped the trip down the memory lane, as Kip caught up with the duo.

"You weren't supposed to get exposed to background data. That complicates the time loop, makes it harder to break without consequence."

"Well, duh, Carpenter! No kidding! What do we do now?"

It was time for another dramatic baited breath, as several pairs of eyes trained on the young man, shocked for a different reason their unexpected hosts might have assumed.

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @jonathansfrakes #jonathanfrakes #actor #director #riker #startrek #thenextgeneration #deepspacenine #voyager #generations #firstcontact #insurrection #nemesis #enterprise #startrekdiscovery #startrekpicard #lowerdecks #Clockstoppers #Thunderbirds #theorville #startrek56

[psychoseal]

Gordy jr: Virgil, my favourite uncle. You look so young today

Virgil: what do you want?

Gordy jr: a new games console

Virgil: how young?

Gordy jr: 27

Virgil: go and get uncle Scott’s wallet

[llamawrites]

Mari Celeste Tracy is a play on Mary Celeste, Gordon would definitely name his daughter after a ghost ship.

[avengedbiologist]

Thunderbirds 80s style

So turns out my 80s phase I've been having has brought me back to tbirds so here's my 80s au. Info under cut x

Firstly I ain't taking criticism, these designs feel right 2 me and so do the song choices. Sorry there isn't more diversity in the music tastes these r literally just from bands I know.

Gordon-

Kiefer Sutherland (specifically him in the movie 1969 with his longer hair) and George michael r my inspo for him, I mean the hair is the main inspo but the vibes from both of them R verryyy Gordon to me. He dresses very typical 80s he's a big big fan of denim.

His playlist:

His favourite bands are Wham and Cinderella, being a big George Michael fan in general. His favourite album is night songs by Cinderella. Not sure why Cinderella is his fave but it feels right ☝️ (everyone listen to Cinderella xxx)

Him and Alan being the lame duo they are, were Wham for Halloween.

Alan-

Alex Winter for this guy, probably because of bill and ted (definitely because of bill and ted and also nose 👃) and I can genuinely get behind Alan having curly hair. Despite this he has long hair in this cause he's a trendy fella, and if I didn't give any of them long hair I would be a fraud and a fake to the 80s cause. He switches his style a lot but he has a lot of inspo from rock bands.

His playlist:

(I am definitely not projecting) (okay maybe I am, be glad my favourite KIX song is from the 90s)

I feel he is more rebellious (very 04 Alan me thinks) so he tends to lean more to the rebellious type music (big glam rock fan) his favourite band is and will forever be KIX, he has seen them live like 50 times. And his favourite album is Midnite Dynamite by KIX. Listen to KIX and u will get it (or not idk).

Scott-

I'm blaming @knyee because of their Tom Selleck thoughts 😩. Older Scott very Tom Selleck, younger Scott very Tommy Lee, and Jason patric is just there cause he's a guy with brown hair and blue eyes, any 70/80s person with brown hair is Scott to me (could Eddie Van Halen be the next Scott Tracy 😮).

His playlist:

I feel Scott's tryna be more cool but hes not as deep with his music as say Alan or Kayo. So he's a very, whatevers popular kinda guy. Big Bon Jovi fan, his favourite album is Bon Jovi, slippery when wet. And he's a big fan of older stuff as well, big Kinks fan.

Ugly ass fashion as per w Scott, I mean it's not bad it's just,,, very Scott 🧍‍♀️.

Virgil-

Now I am about to be controversial,,, I genuinely forget Virgil exists. Like who is he,, U tell me ? So this made someone that vibes w him very hard to find. So this may be weird to people, this may not fit as well as the others, but if U ignore the hair I hope U can see my vision. Paul Stanley. Look at his eyebrows, look at his cheek bones then get back to me Kay x.

His playlist:

Virgil's cool af what can I say, he does like older songs too but alas I didn't focus on them. Tho this au of the Tracy family has no specific like version (weather it's tag tos or 04, tho with me it's never TAG do not speak to me about TAG Alan xx) I will say this, TAG Virgil is a Metallica fan, I get he does classical music but he can do that,, and like Metallica, cause guess what,, he's cool as shit. Despite this is fave album is Lick it up by kiss.

Don't ask me how to dress virgil, I just put him in green and call it a day.

My fun fact about Virgil is his gay awakening was Slash from guns n roses.

John-

Again don't know shit about John, not do I care for him but if I make him look like Billy Idol I begin to care. I'll tell U sommat not only is this inspo, Billy is like a face claim for me, Ur telling me that's not John Tracy. Is Billy wasn't cool af he would be John Tracy. And as well as looking like Billy idol he is a fan of Billy idol, his fave album being Billy idol by (U guessed it) billy idol.

His playlist:

(R we starting to see my love for lost boys, cause if not just wait till kayo xx)

Rolling stones yeah pretty sick, time in a bottle is out there compared to the others but John's an all over guy I think.

Kayo-

Oh look, Jami Gertz, lost boys reference, what a shock.

Kayos cool, like just look at her, holding hands with penny (women in love what can I say) originally her like fave album was gonna be Kill em' all by Metallica but Kayos here for the girls so her fave Album is Vixen by Vixen. Corker of an album (everyone listen to it x)

Her playlist:

I fear Joan Jett would also be on her playlist but idk man. Kayos just like quirked up but in a fun way, she does try to listen to a lot of female artists. She likes spooky music and old music. If I was doing a 90s or later au she would be a fan of the song 'Living dead girl' by Rob Zombie.

She's a lost boys fan (not projecting) and loves horror films and she takes John to see em, only cause Penny does not like horror films.

Penelope:

Janet Gardner (from Vixen) is her celeb inspo, tho I fear there's a lot of blonde 80s celebs that would work, but why go for Madonna when Janet's right there, and her hair is taller. If Penny doesn't have tall hair that ain't Penny.

Her playlist:

Big big big Stacey Q fan, her fave album is Stacey Q better than heaven. Penny is a big fan of 60s music as well, loving Erma Franklin, he favourite song being her cover of 'Hold on I'm comin''. She loves Daughters of Eve, their song 'Hey lover' is her and Kayos 'song'.

She has seen Stacey Q live many times and has (lovingly) dragged Kayo to them. Kayo is also a bit of a fan. They both like a lot of each other's music, if they find a new band or an artist they like has released a new song they always try to listen to it for the first time together.

I am realising now I didn't write Penny's fave films which are: Heathers, Labyrinth and Hairspray.

This is a long ass post oopsies, hope U enjoy my nonsense x

[scramjettracy]

hi Scott! Im asking everyone this… do y want kids? Nnext generation Thunderbirds?

Hi Anon,

I love kids! Always have - maybe it’s being a perpetual big brother but even when I was a child myself I always enjoyed looking after and mentoring smaller kids - was one of the great experiences Rescue Scouts gave me.

Then of course I kind of had to step up and be more than just a brother to my youngest siblings. In some ways, Alan and Gordon will always feel like my kids (although that would probably make them roll their eyes and groan). And now we have Squirt too, who we love and who has brought even more youthful energy to the madness that is Tracy Island.

So maybe I’ve done my parenting already?

If I ever had a partner who wanted to though I would be lying if I didn’t say I’d leap at the chance to do it again 😁

I hope at the very least to have lots of nieces and nephews around to show off my baby whispering skills with!

But wow, I wouldn’t want to pressure any of them into joining IR! I hope @thunderfledgeling knows that even though they are a cadet there’s no pressure and we’ll always do our best to support whatever dreams they have.

Obviously it would be amazing if some of the next gen grew up with interests that meant they’d want to keep IR going but I’d never put pressure on anyone to fit into a plan that isn’t wholly their own. That stuff messes a kid up.

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

General X - Chapter 1

I've decided to write a multi-chapter fic. This one follows on from my TAG Secret Santa fic, and is a crossover between Thunderbirds Are Go and Wallace and Gromit. There's a TOS Easter Egg coming later as you might have guessed from the title :-) I also posted the very first bit earlier this week.

There will be a bit more drama in this than my usual fluff, but it's suitable for all Thunderbirds Are Go/Wallace and Gromit levels of peril.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Massive thanks to @coco9728 who was my Secret Santa recipient and requested a crossover which got me writing this.

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Virgil walked into the lounge to find everything was quiet. Gordon was relaxing on a sofa with a strange neon yellow drink in one hand and looking at a green toy that was still sealed in a box. Nobody else seemed to be around.

“Still buying junk from trash mines online Fish?” Virgil asked with an arched eyebrow.

“This is not junk! It's still in the box. These trousers were amazing, made by NASA. The toys were really popular in the 1990s, it's an antique.”

Virgil sighed, then prodded a couple of buttons on the remote and brought up his holographic call with Wallace and Gromit. It was evening on Tracy Island, so morning in the UK which made it a good time for a call.

“Hi Wallace. Hi Gromit, great to see you again. This is my brother Gordon” Virgil said, gesturing in Gordon's direction.

“Hi” Gordon replied, waving. Since one hand was occupied with the boxed toy and the other with the open neon drink, Gordon sensibly chose to wave the hand with the toy.

“So I thought …” Virgil trailed off as Gromit was anxiously getting Wallace's attention and pointing at something. It took both Virgil and Wallace some time to realise he was pointing at the toy Gordon had.

“Gordon, what is that?” Virgil asked.

“Oh so now you’re interested in Squid Shopping” Gordon said, putting down the drink and showcasing the boxed toy. “They’re Techno Trousers in amazing condition! Look!”

“Oh you keep those Techno Trousers right in their box Mr Tracy” Wallace replied. “Those things are more trouble than they’re worth!”

“I intend to” Gordon smiled. “They’re very collectable.”

Gromit was looking at Gordon incredulously.

“Anyway” Virgil said, changing the topic. He didn’t want to probe what Wallace or Gromit might have against the Techno Trousers, for fear that it was as bizarre as the moon rocket. “Wallace, you wanted help with the Autochef.”

“Ah yes” Wallace responded. “Never quite got that cooking robot working right, have we lad? We managed to have a whole automated bakery running at one point, but we've never got the Autochef to make a decent bolognese.”

Gromit looked doubtful at the word ‘automated’. Virgil suspected some of the alleged automation might have been Gromit himself working.

Gromit then looked over at a calendar on the wall, pointed at the door and waved to Wallace, then to Virgil and Gordon.

“Ah, heading off are you lad?” Gromit nodded. “Ah, cinema trip with Fluffles” Wallace said, reading the calendar. Gromit nodded and left the room. “He has a better social life than I do” Wallace said, leaning his chin on his hand and looking forlorn.

Virgil brought him back to the woes of the Autochef. Apparently the Autochef was an old invention, one Wallace had never quite perfected.

Virgil knew Brains would have the Autochef working in no time, since Max could already cook and far more besides, but this was something Virgil wanted to work on with Wallace. He was rather enjoying the new found friendship with the eccentric inventor.

The pair chatted through some adjustments and Wallace adjusted some settings but still the Autochef was struggling. Food seemed to be under or over done, though Gordon glanced up to suggest it was still more appetising than Grandma’s cooking.

Virgil agreed.

Suddenly Kayo leapt into the lounge, appearing from nowhere. “He’s moving! John are you there? John? We need tracking!”

John’s hologram appeared next to the scene in Wallace’s house in the middle of the lounge.

“John, we need to track … sorry Virgil, we need to terminate this for security. Wallace, I'm very sorry, another time.”

“That's OK, Ms.. . Er…”

“Kayo” Virgil finished. “We'll speak soon Wallace.”

“Excellent Virgil. It's just gone very dark you know, I'd better put some lights …”

Wallace's hologram and the scene in his house disappeared when Kayo pressed a button.

“OK, Kayo, who needs tracking?” John asked.

“The Hood John! He's launched from an abandoned quarry in Horton in Ribblesdale, England. I'm launching Shadow but I need you to track him.”

“Kayo, is this the point where Scott would tell you the Hood is the GDF's problem?” Gordon objected. “Nobody needs rescuing.”

“And I would point out to Scott that we stop the Hood before anybody needs rescuing. The GDF failed to keep him in prison” Kayo replied, before sitting in her launch seat and disappearing to begin her launch sequence.

John was watching the tracking display, moving some items round the holographic projection, which showed the Hood moving at speed.

"I don't think this is showing correctly. It looks like there's a bug in the system that's delaying his tracking.” John opened another holographic screen and started typing some code. “Kayo, does he know you're tracking him?”

“He's probably guessed. I thought it was too easy getting that tracking device on him even if it didn’t work underground. Thunderbird Shadow is go!” Kayo announced. Her hologram appeared next to John’s in the lounge.

Gordon and Virgil looked at each other. Neither knew Kayo had a tracking device on the Hood, though given the circumstances it had proven warranted. When Kayo said he’d been underground she had evidently meant literally, as he had been inside the disused quarry.

“Got it!” John announced. “OK Kayo, he's stopped moving. He’s moved approximately 50 miles from the quarry and he's hovering above a street in the town of Wigan. The coordinates are …”

“John, what's the name of the street he's hovering above?” Virgil interupted, speaking higher and quicker than usual.

“Do you know anybody in Wigan?” Gordon asked, looking confused.

“Just one, and he said it had suddenly gone dark,” Virgil answered.

Gordon’s eyes widened as he realised what Virgil meant, and John replied “He’s hovering above 62 West Wallaby Street.”

Virgil sighed. “Thunderbird 2 is go.”

[s10127470]

X-Men: The Next Mutation Merchandise Ideas (Part 1)

@cheesecakeluvrs @ariel-seagull-wings @soviet-supersoldier

So ever since I've started my fanfiction, "X-Men: The Next Mutation", I've been thinking about what kind of merchandise the series would get if it was an actual series.

And so today, I'm here to share with you all a couple of ideas I have for that merchandising.

Standard Merchandise:

T-shirts, posters, wallpapers, bookbags, lunch boxes, dinnerware, downloadable wallpapers, handbags, phone cases, blankets, bedsheets, cards, sticker books, towels, rugs, puzzles, hats, speciality headphones, and shoes.

However, most of these will share a similar series of design variants.

Those design variants in question.

-X-Men: Features Xavier, Cyclops, Psyche, Beast, Storm, Angel, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Iceman, Wolverine, Shadowcat and Lockheed.

-Brotherhood: Features Mystique, Rogue, Lorelei, The Blob, Avalanche, Sauron, Toad, The Juggernaut, Pyro, Sabretooth and Unus the Untouchable.

-Friends: Features Mariko, Duncan, Taryn, Moira, Thunderbird, Spider-Man, Chat, Deadpool, Captain America, Namor the Sub-Mariner, Quicksilver, The Scarlet Witch, Ka-Zar and Zabu.

-Enemies: Features The Brood, Alexei Kravinoff, Edwin Martynec, William Stryker, Omega Red, Lady Deathstrike, Mojo, Spiral and Arcade.

-Best Friends: Features Cyclops, Colossus and Xavier, Psyche and Storm, Nightcrawler and Angel, Beast and Iceman, and Wolverine, Shadowcat and Lockheed.

-Bitter Rivals: Features The X-Men and The Brotherhood angrily facing each other.

-Lovers: Features Wolverine and Mariko, Cyclops and Psyche, Storm and Angel, Beast and Quicksilver, Nightcrawler and Scarlet Witch, Colossus and Iceman, and Shadowcat and Illyana.

-Cyclops: Flying forward with his ruby glow.

-Psyche: Unleashing a wave of pink psionic energy.

-Storm: A combination form of her electric, wind, water and ice form.

-Beast: A showcase of his forms.

-Nightcrawler: Leaping out of a cloud of black brimstone with cutlasses in hands and tail.

-Angel: Flying forward with light radiating from her hands.

-Colossus: Charging forward with his fists out.

-Iceman: Sliding around on his ice slide.

-Wolverine: Lunging forward, looking ferocious with his claws out.

-Shadowcat and Lockheed: The former holding onto the latter by his tail.

-Xavier: Projecting an astral form of himself.

-Civilian: The X-Men in their civilian attire.

Food:

Note: All these tie-ins will be for limited time.

-Fruit Snacks: Produced by Welch's. Features orange-flavored Wolverine heads, strawberry-flavored optic starbursts, lemon-flavored lightning bolts, blueberry-flavored brimstone clouds, raspberry-flavored psionic spheres, blue raspberry-flavored icicles, and grape-flavored Lockheeds.

-Cereal: Produced by General Mills. Sweetened corn X-Men symbol-shapes cereal with colored shaped marshmallows. Includes red optic starbursts, light blue lightning bolts, yellow bird wings, pink psionic spheres, purple brimstone clouds, blue furry claws, gray fists, and orange Wolverine heads.

-Chocolate Bars: Produced by Nestle. Features scenes from the series craved into the bars.

-Cheez-It: Features crackers shaped like Wolverine, optic starbursts, psionic spheres, furry claws, lightning bolts, wings, brimstone clouds, fists, icicles, and Lockheed.

-Frozen Treats: Produced by Blue Bunny. Comes in four flavors. Psionic Energy (raspberry-flavored ice cream with a strawberry syrup swirl), Elemental Collision (vanilla ice cream with a blue raspberry-flavored swirl), Light and Dark (lemon-flavored sherbet with a blueberry-flavored swirl), and Primal Fury (orange sherbet with a blue raspberry-flavored swirl).

-Pies: Produced by Hostess. Cream and jam-filled hand pies that come in seven flavors. Optic Cherry, Psionic Strawberry, Electric Blue Raspberry, Beastly Blueberry, Teleporting Blackberry, Angelic Lemon Cream, and Wild Peach.

-Kid Cuisine: Has two meals options. First meal has mac and cheese with Wolverine, optic starburst, furry claw, and fist-shaped noodles, corn, and strawberry-flavored fruit snacks shaped like psionic spheres. The second has Lockheed and wing-shaped chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, corn, and vanilla pudding with a sprinkle packet filled with edible indigo dusting sugar and light blue sprinkles shaped like lightning bolts and icicles.

-Mac and Cheese: Produced by Kraft. Features noodles shaped like Cyclops, Wolverine, Storm, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Psyche, Iceman and Lockheed.

-Kool-Aid: Has nine flavors. Optic Punch, Psionic Strawberry, Beastly Berry Blue, Electric Blue Raspberry Lemonade, Angelic Pineapple, Teleporting Grape, Colossal Lemon Ice, Arctic Green Apple, and Wild Peach Mango.

-Frozen Waffles: Produced by Eggo. Features waffles shaped like X-Men emblems. Comes in three flavors. Xavier's Buttermilk, Psyche's Strawberry, and Beast's Blueberry.

-Pop-Tarts: Comes in three flavors. Psionic Energy (Filled with cherry jam and topped with strawberry frosting), Lightning and Ice (filled with blue raspberry-flavored cream and topped with vanilla frosting and a blue raspberry drizzle), and Light and Dark (filled with blueberry jam and topped with yellow vanilla frosting).

-Popsicles: Features Cyclop's Cherry, Psyche's Watermelon, Storm's Blue Raspberry, Nightcrawler's Blueberry, Iceman's Lime, Wolverine's Orange, and Lockheed's Grape.

-Burger King: Features X-Men themed food items. These include The Colossal Whopper (a Whopper with two flame-grilled beef patties, four slices of American and white Cheddar cheese, four strips of bacon, lettuce, onions, tomatoes, pickles, ketchup and mayonnaise), The Dragon Whopper (a Whopper with one flame-grilled beef patty, two slices of pepper jack cheese, three strips of spicy-seasoned bacon, sliced jalapenos, sauteed onions, lettuce, spicy ketchup and mayonnaise), Angelic Chicken Tenders (wing-shaped chicken tenders), Optic and Wild Shake 'Em Fries (French fries that can be seasoned with a either buffalo or cheese-flavored powder?, Omega-Level Slushes (comes in watermelon, blue raspberry, and white cherry), and Brimstone Berry Pies (blueberry pie slices).

-Popeye's: Features Angelic Tenders (wing-shaped tenders), Optic and Beastly Berry Biscuits (strawberry and blueberry biscuits), and Omega Frozen Lemonades (comes in strawberry, blue raspberry and limeade).

-Denny's: Features special meals themed around each of The X-Men (consisting of a drink, an appetizer, an entree with two sides, and a desserts. There's Xavier (iced sweet tea, buttered dinner rolls, pot roast with mashed potatoes (topped with gravy) and roasted asparagus, and a slice of apple pie with vanilla ice cream), Cyclops (strawberry punch, king crab dip with toasted artisan bread, a salmon burger topped with lettuce, pickles, mayonnaise and Dijon mustard, French fries, coleslaw, and mixed berry cobbler with vanilla ice cream), Psyche (watermelon punch, disco fries, a Sloppy Joe sandwich, sour cream and onion kettle chips, berry fruit salad, and cranberry muffins), Beast (blue raspberry punch, nachos topped with ground beef, Oaxaca cheese, pinto beans, tomatoes, avocados, onions, jalapenos, cilantro and salsa, a double-decker burger with American cheese, lettuce, onions, tomatoes, pickles and special sauce, animal fries, fried rice, and a banana split), Storm (blue raspberry lemonade, mishkaki, goat stew, chapatis, ugali, and coconut macaroons), Angel (mango punch, garden salad, roasted chicken, roasted potatoes, roasted carrots, and chocolate lava cake), Nightcrawler (blueberry punch, a pretzel, schnitzel, bratkartoffeln, karottensalat, and Black Forest gateau), Colossus (coffee, kasha, syrniki topped with sour cream and blueberry preserve, cooked salo, draniki with sour cream and chives, and ponchiki), Iceman (limeade, fried clams, beef hot dogs topped with ketchup, mustard, American cheese, diced onions and relish, baked beans, coleslaw, and Boston cream pie ice cream), Wolverine (orangeade, steak fries, bison ribeye, loaded mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, and a cinnamon sugar-coated beaver tail), and Shadowcat and Lockheed (grape punch, pierogis, supreme deep-dish pizza, breadsticks, Italian salad, and brownie sundae).

-Dairy Queen: Features special X-Men themed cheesecake Blizzards. These include Energized Cherry (blends cherry syrup and cherries), Mental Strawberry (blends strawberry syrup and strawberries), Shockin' Sugar Cookie (blends popping candy and sugar cookies), Brimstone Berry (blends blueberry syrup and blueberries), and Arctic Avalanche (blends chocolate cookie dough, chocolate chunks, and M&M's).

Well that's all for now!

Let me you what you guys think about my merchandise ideas, and which ones that you would love to see actually be real.

I have some more merchandising ideas in the works, so stay tuned!

[seat-safety-switch]

The humble potato is man’s greatest ally against the forces of nature. This calorie-packed fistful of carbohydrates has been specifically bred by our ancestors to offer an easy solution to needing to eat. You can throw these suckers out your car while hauling the mail down the highway, and they’ll grow. Right there in the drainage ditch, year after year, forever, slowly taking over the biosphere.

Or at least that’s what I was told. A couple years ago, I decided to try and grow my own potatoes. Those billionaire turbo-fash ruling our grocery stores from their orbiting space stations had raised prices on staples one too many times, and it was my turn to take the mouldy Yukon Golds at the back of my fridge and bury them in the Earth. Like my proud forebears, I too would become a subsistence farmer, hewing food out of the very earth itself.

Friends, this manic urge lasted for about five seconds. And then I went back inside to try and find the loose float bowl for a Honda Monkey’s carb (it was in my cutlery drawer.) I forgot about it all summer, and then the next fall. In the middle of the night in November, I briefly remembered my spud project, but I soon forgot again. Then, the next fall, I had to move a front k-frame from a Thunderbird out of that corner of the yard, in the vain hope that the rat-infested 302 mounted to it was still a viable enough core to net me a Craigslist trade for a primo Mopar thermostat housing. And that’s where I saw it. Poking through the Earth were the leaves and flowers of my potato plant, struggling to reach sunlight.

I didn’t want to dig it up. I was afraid. I didn’t want to see that I had somehow failed at the anyone-can-do-it, super-easy introductory gardening project. And yet – I had visitors coming. Visitors from the newspaper. Perhaps they would want a baked potato. They would think glowingly of me and the profile would not immediately open with a story about my degenerate behaviour and generally erratic coot-like ideology. The fame might make people turn up to see my hoard of shit-box cars, at which point I could sneak out and remove their differentials while they weren’t looking. With a new resolve, I dug up the potatoes using an old fender liner, and washed them using the neighbour’s hose. They were perfect.

I’d like to tell you that my dinner with the newspaperman went well. Unfortunately, I didn’t have quite enough time to cook the potatoes, and especially not to boil off all the various solvents, oils, and heavy metals that had accreted in my soil (already marked for “reclamation by some other sucker” by the original owners) over the years. Sometimes I forget that not everyone has become as inured to the contaminants as I have. Weak stomachs and all that.

On the plus side, I had a handy new hole in my yard in which to dispose of the evidence. In a couple years, I’ll be able to wear their clothes without anyone becoming too suspicious – they were about my size, and it’ll save me a few bucks at the thrift store. They say gardening takes patience, after all.

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My submission for day 1 of Fishtank week. Not sure now much I like it, but I'm sharing anyway.

Day 1 - Wingman

‘Gords, it’s about time you did something,��� Virgil said as Gordon tried to walk away from him.

‘Virgil, not now.  Ok?’  Gordon was not ready for this conversation.  This wasn’t the place nor the time.  He had to think, had to plan.  Virgil caught up to him and swung him around by his shoulders.

‘If not now, when?’, he asked.  ‘It’s obvious that you two love each other and want to be together, but you won’t make the move.’  Gordon sighed.

‘You don’t get it, do you?’  He waited for Virgil to respond, but he didn’t.  ‘Love only goes so far.  What about our homes, our families, our jobs, huh?  Don’t you get it?’  This time Virgil sighed.

‘You think that the next step means her leaving England forever or you the island forever, and neither of you like those options.’  Gordon paused, then he nodded his head.

‘What kind of wingman would I be if I didn’t think of any of that?’

‘Wait what?,’ said Gordon confused.

‘Gordon, what if I told you that Thunderbird 4 could be stationed in England if you want.’

‘How?  We need 2 to transport her.’

‘We need my bird to transport her with a fully stocked pod.  Brains and I have been working on something for you.’  Virgil took out a tablet from his jacket and opened up some schematics for Gordon to see.  ‘Now, do you get it?  You don’t have to give up anything.  You can still man your bird.  You’d be able to fly her anywhere too, and if Penny decides that she wants to relocate to the island instead,’ Virgil paused, bringing up another file on his tablet, ‘we can do this.  There’s plenty of room on the island for everyone.  You guys could have your own home.’  Gordon took the tablet from Virgil’s hands to look it all over.

‘Virgil, I don’t know what to say.’

‘Here,’ Virgil pushed a small box into his hand.  ‘Go get your lady and bring me back a sister in law.’  With that, he shoved Gordon in Penelope’s general direction and watched him walk towards her. 

[edutainer2022]

I may... be slightly embarrassed by this story, but definitely NOT sorry. I had lots of fun writing. The FlashFiction "PORTAL" prompt @janetm74 brought up was too good to pass up. I typically don't do OCs. I am nearly dialogue-impared and attempts at humor are admittedly not stellar. But hey... we all have that pet sandbox of headcanons about "Next Generation Thunderbirds" or "What if Timetravel", right? I was thoroughly entertained to play in mine with this piece. Hope, you're all somewhat amuzed reading too.

TIMEY-WIMEY

The young man and woman reached for the sidearms in unison, barely stepping through a hissing door, before freezing in wide-eyed wonder. About the same hight, blond, hazel eyes that belied an unmistakable resemblance of fraternal twins, they moved as one. Scott was faster, however, stepping to shield the rest of his brothers, hands thrown up, palms open in a universal gesture of "We mean no harm!" Before he could say a word, however, the young man had already holstered a gun - a glossy futuristic model they never saw GDF carry - and tutted them all to keep quiet. The woman next to him tapped her ear, activating a mic:

- Listen up, everyone! We have a situation! Butterfly effect. Repeat, possible butterfly effect.

They were obviously in some kind of crew quarters or an officer lounge - sleek, clean lines, but comfortable seats in different areas. The space was lived in too - the holo photos on the walls displayed young men and women laughing, hugging, leaning against unfamiliar sleek aircrafts. Some groups contained the pair present - both in civilian clothes and in uniform none of the Tracies could place. It would be fascinating to ponder, except they were supposed to be in a different lounge altogether. In fact, they were - a minute ago. On their own island, going through a mission debrief that was headed into a pleasant family evening all together, even John, once they wrapped up and changed out of uniform. There were no palm trees or the sky outside the huge port windows now. As far as the eye could see the view displayed only the infinite dark and the stars. They were in space.

Virgil and Alan were gawking, stunned by that realization. John was scanning the room for some clues or a comm. Their own comm units were, conspicuously, dead. Scott was still processing the fact that he was effectively shut up by a stranger with a gun. Gordon turned his attention back at the holo pictures on the wall for some suitable intel. Following his eyes movement, the woman by the door tapped a quick command on the wrist and the holos turned off simultaneously.

- Sorry about that. Mandatory Paradox protocol - the fewer details you know the better. 

Five pairs of eyes were trained on her. John found his voice first:

- Paradox protocol?

The blond man shrugged noncommittaly in a manner unnervingly familiar:

- The butterfly effect. You know, Bradbury? How in time travel you can't interact with stuff or it'll change the timeline? Sometimes the Delta-drive gets the timey-wimey all confused and it creates a temporary paradox. Like a portal.

- But no worries! - his, sister (apparently), chimed in, clearly amused. - Our Brain Trust will sort it out and get you out of here in no time. See what I did here?

They shared a Look, sniggered, and high fived.

Of all the details and questions, snowballing around, Alan, for some reason, latched onto the term:

- The Delta-drive? Like the T-drive?

The blond siblings shared a confused look again, before the man answered:

-Yeah, kinda. But at some point B... they ran out of Latin alphabet.

At that moment Scott's indignation and thinly veiled worry breached containment and, fists clenched, he almost screamed:

- Where is HERE?! Who are you?! How did we get here?!!!

Virgil switched his own imploding anxiety from the twinkling unfamiliar stars to a more immediate target and placed a calming hand on his big brother's shoulder.

The young woman rolled her eyes in a manner that too, was unnervingly recognizable, if hard to place:

- In reverse order: 1) We don't know how you got here, but, hopefully, will figure it out soon. You can't stay long. 2) You can't have too much information on who we are, but if it helps - I'm Sally, this is Grant, my twin brother and the bane of my existence (Grant made a point to give her a Look with a dramatic flourish); 3) "Here" is in Oort Cloud, strictly speaking. Welcome to the Lighthouse.

The collective audible gasp was swallowed by another door hissing, at the opposite wall. A group of four walked in - all young, an age bracket indistinguishable from that of the Tracy brothers. Two guys  and two girls. All looking rather disheveled and yawning, eyes bleary from lack of sleep. One of the girls had a screwdriver holding up a messy bun of black hair. A tattatered flannel shirt was wrapped around her waist -  more oil stains and burn marks, than fabric. There were grease stains on her forearm too, over an elaborate wreathe of flowers and wings, tattooed there. The guy walking next to her, dark haired and broad, sported a similar state of attire, except his flannel shirt was on. There was soot smeared on his forehead and cheek, covered in overnight shadow. The taller young man in the party was poking at holograms of some specs on the go, paying little attention to his surroundings. Dark auburn hair was curling every which way, one lock falling on the forhead to his obvious annoyance. He was clad in a cardigan that would have promoted Brains to the fashion icon of the Nerd community. That made three of them looking in disarray. The fourth young woman was rather prim and put together, if pale, looking around stiffly. The gaze of green eyes landed on the Tracy brothers, still standing back to back in the middle of the room, and she froze.

The rest of the newcomers effectively bumped into her, shifting attention to the present party. More audible gasps passed around, from the hosts this time.

Scott took the opportunity to take the initiative again:

- Hi, I'm Scott Tracy, these are my brothers. We're International Rescue...

The flannel clad big guy heaved a sigh, but smiled warmly:

- We know who you are. How? - his question was directed at the blond duo, still guarding the other exit.

- We were kinda hoping you guys will shed some light on that. Timey-wimey is your area.

It was the tall guy's cue to huff in exasperation, a slight accent hard to place:

- For the thousand's time! It's not timey-wimey, it's quantum physics!

- You say tomAIto... - his blond counterpart was grinning sunnily. All Tracies had a distinct feeling they had already witnessed this conversation on multiple occasions.

- Technically, it was the eight hundred seventy fifth time.

All eyes were on the girl speaking, but she just smoothed a non existent wrinkle on a crisp pant leg and clasped her hands awkwardly. John's eyes widened. Gordon's squinted.

- Anyhow... - the bigger man coughed discretely, to switch the conversation back on track. - Nice to meet you! I'm Kip. (Virgil yelped from an unexpected elbow in the ribs from Gordon). Tweedledum and Tweedledee there yonder probably told you we can't volunteer too much information. This is my little sister Kyra (he gestured to the girl with a screwdriver, currently in a hushed conversation with the auburn nerd), that's Lee over there and... Dawn.

The visible stumble in introductions had John squint too, then hitch a breath.

- The Delta-drive is offline after the last... mission. - That was Lee speaking again, surrounded by even more holograms, Dawn at his side sifting through data streams with uncanny speed. - We spent the night cycle rewiring and reconnecting everything manually (that was supported by enthusiastic groans from Kip and Kyra, now busy distributing generous cups of coffee around). - So whatever caused the Paradox is, likely, on their side.

That shifted all gazes in the room back to the Tracies again. In the spotlight, they looked utterly baffled.

Clearly a self-appointed morale officer - Grant supplied a consolation:

- Could be worse, right?

Kip pinched his nose, in a familiar attempt to stave off a headache after an all-nighter with busted equipment:

- Speaking of things getting worse... Where's our Intrepid Leader?

The question was directed at the Twins. It was Sally's turn to shrug:

- We were on perimeter patrol when Phoenix One left. Skye is off planetside for a Joint Chiefs meeting with the World President. The... last mission report and debriefing.

There was a snort from the general direction of the coffee table:

- I'd sell tickets to THAT show. Do we have GDF on standby? International Rescue notified for the possible fallout? Do we even still HAVE a World President?

Another mechanical hiss of the doors was an answer to that. The Twins shifted to attention imperceptibly, as a young woman in black space grade uniform strode in with urgency and determination. Lithe, runway model tall and as beautiful, blue eyes intense and dark in fluorescent light, assessing the scene in fraction of seconds, dark curls sleeked back in a bun.

- As you were.

The next words were directed at Kip and Kyra, still beaming in astonishment:

- I'll let you know that yes, we, in fact, still have a World President. I may not be on speaking terms with the man, but I draw a line at patricide.

Blue eyes glanced over the Tracies, but pointedly didn't linger, directing the unvoiced question at, obviously, the science team of the group - Lee and Dawn. They shifted several holograms her way immediately. There was something harsh about the young commanding officer, a shadow of pain etched in every feature.

Kip gulped down a mouthful of hot coffee:

- I was thinking more along the lines of a heart attack or a stroke. But good to know. Why are you back so soon? Didn't you have a report to deliver?

- I did. I delivered the report, encrypted, for President's eyes only. Then I left.

Grant and Sally whistled in unison as they, apparently, did many things in life:

- Sooooo... how long till the cavalry arrives? And all the king's Thund...

An elbow to the ribs put a halt to Grant's babbling, just as Gordon sported a cartoonish light bulb expression - jaw dropping and all. The confused gargle at the back of his throat was, however, muffled by John's palm over his mouth. Scott stood uncharacteristically still, thunderstruck.

Kyra broke the precarious moment with a splash of another helping of coffee (third since they arrived) into the mug:

- No need to worry. We're all due at the Met tonight for Lucy's recital anyway. We're gonna get the full dressing down there. That's including Gramps. We're gonna get such an earful from... everyone - we might not hear her sing.

In that moment Lee punched the air and released what could only be described as a war cry:

- That's it! The recital! That's what triggered the Paradox!

The Tracies were mostly reduced to speechless perplexity by that point, but Virgil couldn't let that one go, brows furrowing:

- How can music trigger time travel?

Lee rolled his eyes again in a gesture that had Alan inch closer to the light bulb moment too. Kip took it upon himself to be the pillar of patience (maybe not for the first time in present company) and explained:

- Music doesn't trigger time travel. Space-time context does. You're all here. And you're all due to be present at one of my sister's recital at the Metropolitan Opera tonight. It's a memorial concert, the World President will be in attendance. Well, not the you you, but the other you. The today you. Does it make sense?

A cacophony of "no"s in all Tracy voices filled the room. Gordon chimed in, voicing general confusion:

- Why would we ALL attend with the President? And how many sisters do you have?

- As... International Rescue you're guests of honor and four. Val is a lead neurosurgeon at Tracy Memorial, Casey is currently Deputy Chief of Communications at the World President Office, Kyra here, is, obviously, an engineer of the Lighthouse, and the eldest one, Lucy, is a world class opera singer, mezzo soprano. Does that answer your question?

Gordon squinted again, not willing to let the bone go:

- Why are you attending then? You guests of honor too?

Kyra stepped forth, pointing at the mourning tattoo on her arm:

- It's a memorial recital for one of our own. We lost...Commander Skye's brother in an... experimental equipment test. A Cognitive drive malfunction. It is his birthday.

The Commander in question landed her scrutiny, finally, from the holograms and formulas back on the Tracies, deep in thought. Then to Lee again:

- This doesn't add up. There are all five of them pulled in by the Paradox. Only four would be present tonight.

This time the Tracies erupted in a more than worried "why"s.

Dawn, mostly quiet heretofore and engrossed in the datastream, spoke up:

- This may explain it. A dispatch from orbital patrol is just in: USS ZXL CJT made a Delta-drive jump back into the solar system.

Gasps of surprise were summarized by Skye's hoarse wisper:

- What happened? They were not due back another three years! Not after what happened to J... (under her breath). Can you rise the Captain?

- Negative. Not from this range.

Lee clicked his fingers and pumped the air again:

- That's our trigger! We'll have to jump the Lighthouse from Oort Cloud back to Earth now, to investigate. That's how the Paradox would assemble!

Alan snapped his head from one person talking to the other and finally burst out a question:

- What's ZXL CJT?

Dawn paused, seemingly, choosing words. Skye, suddenly grim and somber, gave her a slight nod to proceed:

- A Zero-XL class deep space recon and rescue vehicle "Colonel Jeff Tracy". Captain on board - Alan Sheppard Tracy.

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#happybirthday @jonathansfrakes #jonathanfrakes #actor #director #riker #startrek #thenextgeneration #deepspacenine #voyager #generations #firstcontact #insurrection #nemesis #enterprise #startrekdiscovery #startrekpicard #lowerdecks #Clockstoppers #Thunderbirds #theorville #Roswell

[gumnut-logic]

Cethair (Bit 2)

Óen | Cethair - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Glossary (contains backstory spoilers)

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight, @idontknowreallywhy, @womble1 and @sofasurf for all their amazing support of my writing.

Here we continue with the fic about Gordon, but this bit focusses on Johnny and a little backstory.

Sorry for the delay in writing. I will get there eventually.

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

John was beside himself. Cóic’s thoughts were a turmoil and her heart anguished.

“It was not your fault, my love.” He reached up, ever so glad of his lanky height to reach her eyebrow feathers and rub her gently. “You know Gordon-“

She snorted, warm breath catching his long hair and tossing it about.

“Yes, he has a history of rapscallion-hood, but you know his heart. He would not have acted any other way, even should he have known this outcome. He did this for us.” He let his forehead rest against her white and gold cheek feathers, soft in their strength. “As did our father.”

That was a raw wound in his heart. Losing their father and king, his strength…all because…

It was Cóic‘s turn to interrupt his train of thought, sour that it was. He reached his fingers to his left temple, closing his eyes as her mind enveloped his.

It truly was magic. To be held like a child in the arms of a giant. Cóic had inherited the memories of the Ages, those who had come before, and the wisdom that entailed. But she was still young, unable to access it all until she was fully grown. Kyrano had spoken of it as a burden and part of John feared his beloved dragon would lose some of herself the day she came into her knowledge.

And feared he wouldn’t be good enough.

His father had spoken to him from a very young age about the importance of the gift he had been given, the honour it was to help guide a Matriarch into adulthood.

His mother’s family had been stewards of the great dragons across the Western Ocean and when the Matriarch of the tribe chose him to be the companion of her unborn child, the O’Treasaigh family had been ever so honoured.

His mother had held him in her lap telling him stories of the old ones and legends of their tribe leading back into the darkness of the past. How the tribe had grown strong and safe with the dragons, the great Thunderbirds. And how, in each generation one was chosen for the next Matriarch, the next great Thunderbird. Chosen for his mental prowess and agility, his strength for love and for kindness.

The Matriarch had chosen John.

And Gaat had not agreed.

John hadn’t been aware of it at first, until one day their father announced they were returning home.

As far as he and his brothers were concerned, they were home. The land of the Matriarch was all they had ever known. They were, of course, aware that their father was from across the ocean, very far away indeed. And they knew the story of how he had entered these lands held in Óen’s claws, a half-dead bedraggled mess - Kyrano’s words, not John’s.

The tales of Ériu, a land of eternal green and bounty, of their grandfather, Flaithri O’Treasaigh, king of their lands, and their grandmother who had trained in the Temple and knew all the medicines and was so kind to their people.

It would have been harder to leave if Gaat hadn’t forced the issue. John was still young when it all happened, but he remembered the fires and the screams. His mother grabbing him and Cóic, still in her egg, and bundling them up in furs so warm.

Of Óen’s bellows and fire, all the family’s dragons taking to the air in the darkness, his mother’s reassuring words as she held him close, his father’s voice firm and strong.

John shook himself. He often drifted when held by Cóic. He suspected she had interest in his memories and his point of view. They were so different, yet together they were one.

The family had returned to Ériu to great fanfare. The Flaithri was over joyous to have his son not only return, but with a wife and three strong sons.

The revelation of dragons took a longer time to settle, but eventually the O’Treasaigh family settled back into a new comfort, a new home that was as full of history as their previous.

The Kyrano family had travelled with them, their mother’s brother exercising the right to ensure her safety. Scott had once confided in John claiming Kyrano wanted to get away from Gaat as much as any of them. Gaat was a half-brother to both their mother and Kyrano, and a half they could both do without.

But as time passed and they all settled, it was good to have another family from across the Western Sea to share memories with.

Gordon and Alan were born one after the other and the Flaithri doted on both the young children. Five strong sons were cause for as much celebration as three.

The day Cóic hatched, John’s life changed.

He had slept with the egg every night, kept it warm as his mother instructed. It had so long been his companion, it was second nature to keep it safe. Until early in the morning dark, he had been awoken by movement and shattering eggshell.

She had bowled him over in eagerness, landing on his chest, still dripping with egg fluids. He had been bewitched by her beautiful turquoise eyes - to this day, he still was - though it had taken some time for her gold-tipped white feathers to fully come in. As a hatchling she had been rather scrawny, more like a bald bird than a dragon.

The wave of fond mock-offence had him smiling and he suspected that his response was her purpose in sending it.

It also brought him back to the present and separated him a little from her embrace. Today was one of mourning but in it there may be hope.

Cóic rumbled deep in her throat.

John startled. “Have you a response?”

The matriarch had sent out a request, across dragon minds seeking one willing to give everything for a heroic young prince. One willing to make the sacrifice to save him.

How the dragons saw his people, why they served, associated, and loved their human counterparts was not clear. While Cóic never hesitated to share her thoughts with him, there was seeing and feeling, but understanding was not a given. Dragonkind had its mysteries and its purpose and it was other than what humans pursued or recognised. It was also something John could only accept and trust.

But the call out across the seas and the land looking for one willing to give everything for a stranger…only clarified dragon difference. It was a hope, but it was also a terror, an unknown.

Cóic warbled, her heart lifting. She touched her great head gently to John’s.

She had an answer.

Her reassurance was a boon. Gordon could be saved.

As his fingers drifted through her neck feathers and he climbed into her saddle, his hope was joined by fear and his heart ached.

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Hello there! I've missed a few days, apologies! Lemme just

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And now some catch-up questions...

1 . What are your favourite ships in general? Could be OCs, canon, fanon, whatever!!

2 . If your OCs could have any pet, magical or mundane, what would it be?

3 . What kind of books would your OCs read? Are there any genres they HATEEEE?

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Until next time, have a lovely day/night!!

Haha you're okay!!! Life is a mess, I totally get it. Hope you've been alright!!

Mainly OC stuff, yeah, OC / OC and OC/Canon. My main favorites really change from time to time but at the current moment? Still Kreacher/Ferdie it's so good even though I haven't drawn it in a while, uhm literally any Acacius ship but Acacius/Timeas in that soulmate AU is hitting currently, Augustus-Timber/Cassian and Lori Umbridge/Rune Snape ( @berserkerrose ) and way more. I think the main/only canon ship that I care about is Belladolphus tbh and even then like, Rodolphus is basically an OC lmfao.

That's a great question! Because I have no clue at least for the HL OCs 💀 uhmmm I think that Caelestus would vibe with a griffon after spending a lot of time with Poppy. Breezy would undoubtedly want a Thunderbird, maybe I'll canonically give her an Augurey though lol. HP OCs though... Acacius/Augustus have Wilhelmina who's a magical blue phase tree snake and Lily-Athena eventually gets William Snakespeare (of whom is Mina's descendant). Cassian would have a Hebridean Black Dragon if he could but eventually he just becomes one in animagus form lmfao.

Both Caelestus and Breezy read a lot of magical theory but Breezy will read all of Mary Shelley's books over and over and Cael likes his Jane Austen and adventure novels. I think Breezy would really dislike westerns and Cael isn't much of a bodice ripper guy because it reminds him too much of his dad more often than not. Acacius is a publisher, the man reads everything. He likes everything from magic theory to the most horribly written and toxic romance novels you've ever read, but wanted to die when a transcript for Gilderoy Lockhart's first book ended up on his desk.

[bluujae]

Ｍarauders Era, baby

Strap in, I tried to keep it to the need to know basis only, but there's still a lot bc I like to ramble

Meet the family, House Malyx

House Malyx is a house that brings dread.

“Oderint dum metuant.”— Let them hate, so long as they fear. The family motto.

To carry the Malyx name was to “bear a weight greater than God and gold”, if one believed in such things. They're dark artists. Their blood entered this world with the bearings of Hell, natural born sorcerers. A gift and an eventual curse. Due to their mixed blood, Malyx have a tendency to live longer than most, although death finds them as easily as anyone else in the end— And when it does, their flesh gives way to dreadful revisions of what once was. They become secrets to be kept behind the locked and charmed doors of their estate, buried deep under the floorboards.

The current state of the house holds ten members, including two wives who married in and two brothers who were brought from a separate arrangement. At the head of House stands Amaris Malyx, hailing at 142 years old but only looks about 65 at most. Her only husband passed when she hit 100. Between them, they had one sole son. Vesemir Malyx, who hails at 120 years old though only looks to be in his 60’s and married to his wife Wilhelmina, with 3 children. Two boys, one girl. The oldest was Ciro, who has yet to marry and shows no signs of attempting any time soon. Nyathera the middle child has proven, thus far, to be too wild for any true suitor but she has countless admirers. Then the youngest, Ambrose is the only child who’s married. Having settled down with the previously divorced Irina, who brought two sons with her; Morvan and Dimitri. Eventually conceiving a young son with Irina, now the youngest heir— the pride and joy of the house. That’s me :)

My father, uncle, and aunt are all at varying ages in their late 40’s early 50’s. Within the next decade and some change, their physical appearances will slow in aging.

Back in America, Vesemir had been a Wampus and Wilhelmina a Horned Serpent. Ciro and Ambrose had both been Thunderbirds, while their sister Nyathera had been a Wampus like their father.

In Britain, Irina had been a Gryffindor while her two boys had been sorted into Slytherin. Then I, while in America had been a Horned Serpent. When transferred to Hogwarts I’d been sorted into Hufflepuff— much to the amusement of both brothers.

-

House Malyx moved from America, where they truly come from is unknown.

Ambrose Malyx’s reputation came from how quickly he scaled the ladder of the MACUSA, becoming one of their best aurors, specializing in hunting down Sieges and dark wizards. The fact remained, Ambrose took after his now retired father and brother. He was and is one hell of an auror.

Earning enough of a reputation that he was headhunted for a position under M.O.M. He agreed to be a temporary fill in overseas for some time, where he met Irina. When it was time to go back he brought her with him. The two proceeded to be married and for the first 13 years of my life I was raised in America. When my mother grew homesick, my father packed us up without a second thought and moved the whole family to Britain— well known by that point for giving in to his wife’s every whim. Thus, I transferred during my 3rd year. In the meantime, my father clawed his way up and became Head Auror.

We’re picking this bad boy up at the beginning of 6th year.

The only real last thing to note is that House Malyx’s ‘psuedo-immortality’ isn’t, or wasn’t, really a known subject outside of America. However, there was a collision of two revered families when they briefly came into contact with House Black. At the time, Amaris was 120 meeting a 23 year old Orion Black. You can imagine the horror and fear when she turns back up 22 years later looking no different and with three generations under her.

And if anyone is wondering who the S.P is in this skit— There’s three iterations of this, so depending on which one I’m currently running it’s either:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

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The Nightly Round

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Fandom: Thunderbirds

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Thundertober Day 1: Father

Jeff does his nightly check on the boys.

Continuity: TOS

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Jeff yawned, stretching out as he finally put his pen down, and glanced up at the clock that was hanging next to his desk. Time to check on his sons for the night, he thought. He’d been doing it from the very first day he and Lucy had brought Scott home, and very rarely missed a night, even when they’d all moved out. Tonight was no different. 

First up was Alan. He’d usually be in bed by now, but every once in a while he’d stay up. It seemed, Jeff thought as he peeked into his son's room, that tonight was one of those nights. Alan was nowhere to be seen. Jeff sighed. He’d find him at some point, probably with one of his brothers. 

Time to check on Gordon. Right now, his water-loving son would be finishing up his late-night swim. Jeff made his way back to the lounge and walked up onto the balcony, smiling as he saw Gordon glide through the water. Well, he always hated to ruin the aquanaut’s fun, but the sooner he was in bed the better. 

“Gordon!” He called out, causing his son to stop in his tracks. He didn’t need to elaborate any further; Gordon was already pulling himself out of the pool, having been through the whole song and dance everyday since the very first night on the island. “Have you seen Alan?” Jeff asked. “He’s not in his room.”

Gordon absentmindedly dried his hair with his towel as he answered his father. “Haven’t seen him since dinner, I’m afraid…” He admitted. 

“Alright. Thanks anyway Gordon. Don’t forget-”

“I know, I know.” The aquanaut interrupted. “Dry off and then straight to bed.” He resisted the urge to eyeroll. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record every night.”

Jeff watched as his son left the poolside and disappeared into the lounge, and raised his watch up to eye-level. “Calling Thunderbird 5 from Jeff Tracy. Come in, John.”

It was a few moments before his middle son answered, ready for bed in that questionable dressing gown of his. Then again, Jeff supposed his own fashion choice wasn’t much better. “Jeff Tracy from Thunderbird 5. Hi Dad!” John grinned, already knowing what this was all about. “Making the rounds?”

Jeff nodded. “Yes, I am. Better finish off up there, because when I call back I’ll be expecting you in bed.”

John chuckled. “Gladly. It’s been a busy day…” He sighed, thinking about the flood International Rescue had just returned home from.

“All the more reason for you boys to get a good night's rest.” Jeff reasoned. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted one of his other sons walking towards him from the beach's general direction. “Evening Virgil!” The second eldest simply grunted tiredly in acknowledgment as he walked past. Jeff knew he’d be in bed straight away.

“Well, with Mr Gloomy Gus on his way up,” The astronaut on his watch face grinned. “I’ll let you deal with Smotherhen by yourself…”

“Really?” Jeff raised an eyebrow. “Not even for moral support?” If anyone on the island could be considered an insomniac, it was definitely Scott. He'd never been particularly good at keeping a healthy sleep schedule, even as a baby. Not to mention the eldest of his boys liked to make his own rounds to make sure his brothers were safe and sound in their beds.

“I’m afraid, Father dearest…” John’s voice broke into his thoughts. “That you’re just going to have to deal with our resident insomniac yourself.” He switched off after that.

Jeff lowered his watch, making for the main house, locking the balcony door as he entered, and jumped when he heard a very familiar voice. “Hello again, Dad!” He spun around quickly, recognising his fourth son, now clad in his own pyjamas. 

“Gordon, jeez…” He breathed out shakily. “Don’t scare people like that!”

“Sorry, Father. Couldn’t resist…” The aquanaut stepped a little bit closer. “Just thought I’d tell you before I turned in that Scott came in with Alan a few minutes ago. He’s got a handle on it.”

Jeff smirked. “I thought he might. I’ll go say night to both of them anyway. Goodnight, Gordon!”

“Goodnight, Father.” Gordon walked into his room at the exact moment Scott left Alan’s.

His eldest raised a finger to his lips, a clear sign that Alan was already asleep. Jeff’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Where was he?”

“Thunderbird 3.” Scott whispered back. “He wanted to give the operating systems a check up right before bed. I found him sleeping on the main console.”

“I’m not surprised. That rescue looked exhausting.” Jeff started, giving Scott a meaningful look. “For all of you.”

Scott shrugged. “Dad, I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Son, you were out there for two days straight. You must’ve all pulled out a couple dozen people each.” Jeff laid everything out bare. “Not to mention liaising with the right authorities and other rescue teams.” He put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You need to sleep, Scott.”

“At least let me-” Scott began, before Jeff raised a hand to interrupt.

“Your brothers are all in bed, I made sure of it. And now I’m gonna make sure you’re in bed too…”

Scott sighed, finally letting the tension he’d had for the last 48 hours go. “Now that you mention it,” He yawned. “I guess I had better go to bed. Night, Father.”

“Goodnight, son.” Jeff watched him go, shaking his head fondly. He lifted his watch for the second time that evening. “John-”

His elder blond son was on in an instant. “I’m already there.” Sure enough, there he was in Thunderbird 5’s living quarters, curled up in a little ball in the bed. “The others?”

“All sorted. You’re off duty now, John.” But he received no answer. John was already asleep. Jeff grinned, another nightly round well and truly over.

“Jefferson Grant Tracy!” His mother’s voice drifted down the hall, causing him to jump a few feet in the air. “You come to bed now!”

“Yes, Mother! I’m coming…”