#thunderfam Halloween

[squiddokiddo]

.*𖦹🎃 Thunderfam Trick or Treat 🎃𖦹*.

So a lot of people liked the idea I proposed so I thought I'd make a separate post about it.

Concept:

On the 31st of October, Halloween.

Someone sends an ask: (Trick or treat) and you reply with something Thunderbirds themed.

Writers could reply with a snippet of a WIP they're working on, share a link to a previous fic they wrote and want to show off or (if they're up for it) write a short drabble.

Artists could reply with a WIP, share a link to a past piece they made or (again if they're up for it) make a little doodle.

If none of that is for you you could reply with your favourite episode screenshots, favourite headcanons, favourite pieces of music from the show(s) ect, ect, anything Thunderbirds related really. You could also recommend a piece of art or a fic to read. (Make sure to link the pieces you're recommending and not repost them)

Reblog to let others know that you're in, and have fun.🎃🍂

[tinytracys]

merry halloween 🎃

[alexthefly]

Trick or Treat! 🎃

Not my best work, but here's a little something in honour of the scariest night of the year. (Spoilers for S3 Ep 23: Venom)

Fear wasn’t something that was encouraged in International Rescue. There was no time for fear when you were in the middle of a rescue. Fear was a weakness. Fear was trouble.

Fear got people killed.

But as much as certain tabloids might like to imply otherwise, they were all still human (EOS aside of course) and humans are not always rational about these kinds of things. And anyway, they were family. So rather than making each other feel bad, the best thing to do in this situation was clearly to be supportive and not make a big deal about it…

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

Trick or Treat!

Treat! It's a corgi!

[idontknowreallywhy]

Happy Halloween!

Trick or Treat!

Another from the random WIP pile… I’m running short now so we are dredging the depths and this one is darker than I remembered 😂 I’m sure it all turns out fine in the end.

Err… enjoy?

They stood together at the summit of the volcano and watched the hazy line where the sky and sea met. All was calm. Which made it kind of hard to believe the devastation that was coming. A few minutes now. Probably.

At least everyone else was safe. The ‘birds were safe. It was just unfortunate there was no time to join them. There was a kind of peace in knowing there was nothing left to do.

Virgil found himself less afraid than he thought he’d be. That would probably be due to the man beside him. If he had to go out like this, there was nobody he’d rather be by his side.

His big brother caught his hand and squeezed it.

And so they waited. Standing together, as they always had.

[tinytracys]

Trick or Treat Tiny Tracys! 🎃

[alexthefly]

Thunderbirds trick or treat

Trick!

Haha! A trick you say?

How about a snippet from the very first (and as yet unfinished) thing I ever wrote for TAG? And I'm not even going to tell you what's happened... 😈

Without another word John tapped his screen a few times, keeping his face carefully impassive.

"Thunderbird One, Thunderbird Two has been...delayed. I suggest you proceed without him." "Why, what's wrong?" came Scott's voice on the other line, immediately on alert. Smother Hen Mode engaged, ready to flap. Kill me, kill me now. John’s mouth twitched again, but he kept his voice level. "A small mechanical hitch, nothing to worry about, but it’s affecting takeoff. Virgil’s working on it, but in the meantime I'm redirecting Kayo to you to act as backup for the mission." There was a pause while Scott weighed up John's explanation. Usually their Big Smother wasn’t easily fobbed off, but they all knew he trusted John; if it had been anyone else telling him that everything was fine… "Alright then. But tell Virgil I want a full report when we get back." "F.A.B." Virgil let out the breath he’d been holding and wondered - not for the first time - if his younger brother might just be a little too good at bending the truth. Thank goodness he was on their side. "Thankyou," he breathed. He really was lucky to have such a great... "EOS, take a screenshot." What? "Hey!" "For posterity." A low grumble. "Blackmail you mean." John smiled sweetly. Bastard!

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

Trick or treat!

Pumkabird Two! Happy Halloween!

[idontknowreallywhy]

Thunderbirds trick or treat:

Trick!

Is crushing a flyboy’s heart considered suitably scary for Halloween? 😈

She watched as he nigh on skidded into the chair opposite, and couldn’t help smiling at the way he waved a greeting with one hand while delivering a huge gulp of his waiting coffee with the other.

“We need to talk.” Her determination to say what she didn’t want to say before she lost the nerve to say it somewhat overpowered the usual conversational niceties.

“Uh oh that doesn’t sound good” he quipped before catching her eye and evidently realising she was being serious. The trademark dimpled grin vanished and was replaced by those twin creases of concern between his eyebrows. “What’s up?”

[tinytracys]

Happy Halloween!

Trick or Treat!

[alexthefly]

trick or treat!!!!!!🎃

I'm so so sorry this took so long! As an apology, here's a snippet from an old WIP of mine that has since morphed into something else entirely. Still, I might use this one day...

While Virgil set upon the proffered food, Alan wandered around the room taking in its innate 'Virgilness'. Every wall was adorned with paintings of all sorts of subjects and in every conceivable style, from classic watercolour landscapes to digital abstracts, and in one corner a rather fine oil portrait of their father. Mom's small, upright piano (which Virgil had always preferred composing on) was positioned near the window, and all around the room packets of pencils, brushes, sketchbooks and other arty paraphernalia were dotted strategically so that wherever his brother happened to be when inspiration struck, he was never more than a few feet from the means to bring it to life.

"So how was space?" Virgil asked through a mouthful of sandwich.

Alan shrugged. “Spacy. How's the music going?"

His brother smirked. "Musically."

“Funny(!)”

“Did you manage to recover that astrogeologist?”

“Yeah, she was fine. Her space rover was toast though.” 

“Yeah, figured it might be. She was lucky she wasn't in it at the time." Virgil took a slurp of coffee, his eyes rolling back in contented, borderline-scandalous bliss. “Ahhh.”

Alan dramatically averted his eyes, instead returning to the piano and peering at the sheet of incomprehensible hand-drawn dots and squiggles that Virgil had been studying when he’d come in.

“Is this the piece from this evening? The twinkly one? It sounded nice.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “The twinkly one?”

“I thought it sounded twinkly. Kinda… tweedle-deedle-dee, teedle-tum. Like that.”

Silence. A blink.

“It was pretty!”

Virgil stifled a smile and went back to his coffee.

Alan scowled. “Last time I ever compliment you, Maestro.”

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

Trick or Treat! 🎃

Hack a vampire squid! Happy Halloween!

[idontknowreallywhy]

*reverse uno and gives you sweets as as well as saying*

Trick or treat!

Hello! A little (perhaps literally) fluffy snippet to finish off Halloween for me.

He couldn’t move.

He scanned his mental checklist of all the things he needed to be getting on with in this rare moment of free time… Alan mentioned needing help with some college work. He needed to look over some R&D proposals for TI. His concert wasn’t long off and he needed to perfect the Schubert. His studio was a state. Maintenance was of course an ongoing obligation. Actually, he was pretty sure it was his turn to make dinner.

But he couldn’t move.

He ran a gentle hand along the creature’s spine and felt himself succumb to its power, a kind of hypnosis perhaps. It didn’t matter how, or why. All that mattered was that he had been Chosen.

Virgil truly was in-cat-pacitated.

[tinytracys]

Thunderbirds trick or treat

Trick!

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

trick or treat !!!! 🎃

Captain (witchy) Black!

(I know you said you haven't seen CS but I had too)

[idontknowreallywhy]

Knock knock:

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween!!

A random snippet for you…

Scott rolled his shoulders and rested one arm casually along the back of the park bench, nonchalantly tossing the package of ostrich jerky into the air. Calmly awaiting his… fate. No, friend. New Friend.

A Lycra-clad posse jogged past and he briefly wondered whether he would get away with disappearing into the midst of them and getting the heck out of here.

One of the best reasons to practice running fast was to give yourself an edge over any vast, slavering hellhounds you might come across. Scott had had a lot of practice at running and should therefore be very good at it.

He wasn’t running though.

He was waiting here, the very picture of cool. Because he somehow had to win the approval of one particular specimen and they were renowned for being able to smell fear.