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And cleared.

I had a few folks reach out or add some notes, so I just wanted to clarify a few things.

1. This has nothing to do with current rp blogs. It was something I wanted to do to release an online identity I felt I no longer wanted or needed to see.

I'm at a stage in my life where I am trying to "spring clean" my brain and my hobbies, many which I dropped for a time. RP was an experiment, one I enjoyed playing around with, but not one I ultimately found as for me.

2. It really wasn't that robust. I promise. A few written works were added to ao3 at the time, but most of the blog was reblogs.

3. I'm fine. Truly. *hugs*

4. Yes, you can use squidmas if you want. It was always meant to be for the fandom. You have my blanket permission and don't need to ask.

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Gavii speaking:

Hey Thunderfam - I will be deleting this blog later today. One to release the name back into the wild, but also because I'm not planning to continue rp. Thanks for your support of Science Gordon and Squidmas. It was a blast!

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Reblog to main as an fyi

Gavii speaking:

Hey Thunderfam - I will be deleting this blog later today. One to release the name back into the wild, but also because I'm not planning to continue rp. Thanks for your support of Science Gordon and Squidmas. It was a blast!

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Okay sure! Just to prove I am still somewhat around. Thanks for the tag, my friend.

Favorite colors: It changes, depending on the scenario. Burgundy for clothes, yellow just because, blue for most things, green especially if it has blue in it. Lavender lately because it reminds me of the fragrance.

Currently reading: Yuri on Ice!!! fanfiction. The Apothecary Diaries mangas

Last song: I don't know the exact song (I know *gasp*), but I've been listening to a lot of Avicii lately.

Last Film: umm... I'm about to go see the HTTYD live action tonight? It's probably a more accurate answer than trying to guess the last movie.

Sweet/Salty/Sour: Yes, but I can skip the sour. Sweet and salty, separate or together.

Tea or Coffee: Mostly coffee, but I'll have the occasional tea. I love a sweetened iced tea in the summer.

Working on: mostly ffxiv progress, but I've been slowly easing back into finding inspiration in my hobbies again. No promises on writing - maybe here or there - but I've been sitting here staring at my yarn stash for awhile trying to make project ideas. If you have any send them my way. :)

I've been a little out of fandom lately, so if you would like to have a go consider yourself tagged. Tell me about yourself!

Get to know your mutuals!

*grabs mic and clears throat* Thank you so much @jintaka-hane and @igiulss for tagging me! I love these things and I love you girls! ❤️

Favorite Colors: Black, purple, and red. I was a bit of a goth teen, and my favorite colors never really got to change 😎

Currently Reading: SMUT! *snort* I used to care a lot about what I read, trying to stick to 'good literature' and the classics and all, but I'm now at a stage of my life where I stoped giving a f*ck and now I read what the hell I feel like. Judgment be damned. So I'm going through the ACOTAR series, devouring them like a madwoman. I have Edgar Allan Poe's short stories giving me the stink eye from my nightstand, and I might use him as a palate cleanser after!

Last Song: Oh, I've been cranking the Imperfect soundtrack I created on Spotify to get me in the mood for the next chapter, and the last one that played was, curiously enough, Imperfect by Stone Sour. I can't get enough of Corey Taylor, that man is a God!

Last Film: I barely watch any TV. I read and write in my spare time, so the last movie I saw was in the movie theatre and I took my son, so we got to see the live action of Lilo & Stitch! I enjoyed it a lot! 🥰

Sweet/Salty/Sour: All of them???? I mean... I can't choose! I have a very sweet tooth, but I love sour things... and salty snacks? UGH! Why are you doing this to me??? Gun to the head: sweet!

Tea or Coffee: Coffee. 100% coffee. Expressos, please. Or how we call it here in Portugal: bica. Actually was discussing this with Giuls just yesterday. I need at least 4 of them on a daily basis. 😍

Working On: Too many things at the same time, actually 😆 I'm working on Imperfect, Kid's Meet-Cute and I'm also throwing a few paragraphs for chapter 2 of All of Yourself, as well as trying to plan and write a very challenging longfic for my main account with ships like: SaNami, LawBin, Ace&Vivi and ZoTash.

I'm going to tag *checks to see who hasn't been tagged yet* @physics-of-one-piece @laidenbreecatchall @isabeauwolf and anyone else who wants to jump in on the fun wagon!

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For @tracybirds as a belated *hug*

And my first TB words in... you know what, let's not talk about it.

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Whoever decided to put a coder (honestly a bit of an understatement) and a gamer (admittedly another understatement, Mr. Once-held-a-24-hr-charity-stream-of-Cavern-Quest) in the same family was honest and truly out to get the rest of them. John was already a force to be reckoned with at anything with a controller, especially with Eos' involvement. And Alan, the youngest, was stupidly talented on his own. John and Alan, together... well that was a lesson in futility, an immovable wall.

Gordon was not a violent person overall; but his frustration could bubble over with the best of them. So, without real thought, his computer mouse found its way towards the open doorway....

...and right into Virgil's left-hand where he'd reacted to protect his face, as quick as lightning.

"Woah!" He shifted the mouse to his other hand, shaking out the sting in his left, as he stepped into the game room.

"Yeah, my bad."

Virgil frowned. Even with it being barely an apology, the words had more bite than sincerity. Whatever was bothering Gordon, was really bothering him.

"What's got you in a twist, Babe Ruth?" He gently placed the haywire mouse back on the desk at Gordon's right, where the aquanut glared daggers at whatever was on the screen.

"Who?"

"Baseba- you know what, nevermind."

"Your brothers changed all my keybinds, the lousy cheaters." Gordon grabbed at the mouse, tapping roughly on the desk at few times as if that would help.

"Oookay. Why?" The what did you do? went unsaid. "And stop that. That's not going to help."

"I can't even figure out where to get to the menu to fix it. The button is gone! Did they make a mod? What the actual fu-"

"Get up."

Gordon huffed, but begrudgingly he spun out of the chair to give Virgil the space to work.

"I've never touched Alan's games," Gordon spewed. "He's crossed a line - I swear to-"

Virgil hummed, letting his younger brother pace the room and rant out his frustration, trying his best not to laugh. Because honestly? As far as pranks go this was pretty clever. Gordon would appreciate it a month from now, perhaps once he was able to get back into his game. The addict.

Virgil had nothing on his siblings as far as coding, nor was he a gamer. But systems! Systems he could do. That and they'd left enough bread crumbs that a clear mind could navigate back through the changes. It was fixable, and Gordon had been on the right track.

They had made a mod...

"And...surprise! A keybind menu. Have at her."

Gordon was back at his chair before Virgil could fully get up, scrambling for his abused mouse and keyboard to make his updates. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

"And Gordon?" Thankful brown eyes swung towards him. Virgil winked. "Invite me next time you three play a resource manager. I might have some ideas."

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Of course they will!

Since I am listening to fall out boy on this drive home - prompt list: thanks for the memories.

You know who if they inspire you, but otherwise dealers' choice.

well if you're going to listen to FOB..... 😄💕 so are the boys!!

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Alan slumped down, hands groping for the seatbelt as Virgil and Gordon laughed about some joke he didn’t understand together.

“Stay awake a little longer, Al,” called Gordon over his shoulder. “Not bad for a first run, but you’ll miss the after-party.”

Alan blinked, brain slowly trying to connect the concepts of ‘fifteen hour rescue’ with ‘after-party’.

“Huh?”

Virgil grinned. “It’s a long flight home, we need a little… in-house entertainment.”

“And that means?”

“Karaoke,” crowed Gordon, leaping from his seat as TB2 stabilised. Virgil hit auto-pilot and jumped up with matching delight.

“See, he tastes like you only sweeter….”

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send me a prompt for a drabble (and yes, it is indeed a true drabble hehehe)

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You work very hard my friend. Enjoy yourself.

That moment when you’re going on leave from work and have been rushing around like a headless chicken to get everything done, dash out the door to pick up the kids - which you’re running late for and feel like a bad parent and fight through the traffic to get home and then you’re home and….

Well, you’re home, crazy chemicals still floating around in your blood, urgent, must do stuff, crazy head, but now you’re on leave…and can relax…

It’s gonna take a few days.

Oh, by the way, I’m on leave fore two glorious weeks :D

Nutty

(Taming the stress hormones)

I’m gonna go take off the name badge and shoes and go eat the lunch I missed 😁

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I had to go looking for when I started writing again and it was 2021. I can't believe it's been 4 years!!

Somebody commented that Thunderfam didn’t get many new members but it seems to me like we have a real blend of new and old here… so let’s see :)

Edit to add - sorry for confusing people - I meant it to be when did you get involved in the tumblr Thunderfam - just fun to see the spread of how long people have been here. (Maybe how long have you been a Thunder-Fan should be a different poll 😁)

Reblog and put the year you joined and how you got here in the tags if you’d like :)

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Thank you for the fill!! What a mess these two managed to get themselves into! 😲

One more Fishtank fic! Who knows how they got into this situation, that's up to you to fill in the blanks XD

Trail of Blood + Freezer

(Requested by @whatgaviiformes)

He needed to find his brother.

Virgil stumbled forward. The hallway loomed ahead of him, seeming to stretch further away the longer he stared at it. He blinked away the shadows that crept into his vision, his eyes locking onto a door. His brother must be in there. He needed to find him. He could be hurt.

Virgil stumbled towards the door, and stepped into the room.

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“Virgil?” Gordon called out for his brother once again.

He was getting worried. Virgil had up and vanished in the middle of a rescue, and now wasn’t answering his comms. Gordon had searched almost the whole site with still no sign of his brother, and no response to his calls.

“Virgil!” He tried again as he entered another hallway. He opened doors and searched the rooms beyond them for any sign of his brother.

Gordon sighed in frustration as he stepped back into the hallway after another empty room. He was running out of places to search. If he didn’t find Virgil soon, then he had no idea where his brother could be, and if he was even still on site at all. The implications of that thought made his anxiety even worse.

He made his way down to the next room, but then his eyes got caught on something on the floor.

Dark splatters that stood out against the white floor. Splatters that were undeniably blood.

Gordon swallowed thickly.

There was a chance it could not be his brother’s, but even if it wasn’t, someone was hurt. The splatters were fresh.

Gordon took a deep breath, and then followed the trail. He had no time to waste.

The trail led him to an open door, where a cold air suddenly hit him as he reached the doorway.

Looking into the room, Gordon realised it was a freezer.

“Hello?” He tentatively stepped into the room. “Virgil?”

He paused to wait for a response, and was met with a quiet sound.

He strained his ears to listen further, and realised that the sound was that of mumbling.

Gordon followed the source of the noise around several shelves, until he reached the far corner of the freezer, and found a figure on the floor.

“Virgil!” Gordon fell to his knees in front of his brother. “Are you okay? What are you doing in here?”

He scanned his eyes over his brother, and found a gash across his forehead. That explained the blood.

Instead of answering his questions, Virgil looked past Gordon with a vacant gaze, like he didn’t know he was there, and mumbled, “I need to find Gordon.”

Gordon frowned. Why was Virgil acting like he wasn’t there?

“I’m right here, V.”

“I need to find him,” Virgil continued, either ignoring Gordon or not even hearing his words.

Gordon’s stomach sank. It must be the head injury, or the freezing cold, or both. He needed to get his brother medical attention soon.

“It’s Gordon, Virgil. I’m here.” Gordon grasped one of Virgil’s hands and pulled it to his chest so his brother could feel that he was there.

However, Virgil still wasn’t hearing his words, and continued his mumbling that was only confusing and worrying Gordon even more.

“I need to f-find him,” Virgil’s teeth rattled as he spoke, and he jolted as a shiver ran through him.

Gordon needed to get him out of there and get him warmed up and his injury treated to. But he didn’t know how he was going to do that when his brother wasn’t listening to him.

He sat back on his heels, biting his lip as he looked around for anything that could help. Then suddenly, an idea hit him.

“I can take you to him.” Gordon turned back to his brother.

For the first time since Gordon entered the freezer, his brother finally gave an indication he realised he was even there, as his head rose just slightly.

“You’re looking for your brother?” Gordon continued, a spark of hope in his chest that this might actually work. “I know where he is. I can take you to him.”

Virgil’s eyes landed on him, and his gaze moved slowly up and down as he took Gordon in.

“You do?” Virgil’s voice sounded so small, like a lost child, and it took everything in Gordon not to just yank his brother into a tight hug.

“Yeah, I can take you to Gordon. Do you want to come with me?”

Gordon held out a hand. He waited patiently as Virgil continued to eye him up, debating if he was safe. It broke Gordon’s heart that his brother didn’t even recognise him, but he had to remind himself it was just the head injury. He would be alright. He just needed to get him looked at soon.

He let out a big breath of relief when Virgil eventually laid his hand in his. That was Gordon’s invitation to lift him up and onto his feet. Once Virgil was up, Gordon wrapped a steady arm around him to keep him up, and then guided him out of the cold freezer.

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Happy pride from the sassy chickens!

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embroidery from peacockandpinecones my friends and I have been losing our minds over all morning.

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Always time for FishTank.

The weekend may be over but we're still celebrating Fishtank over here! Working my way through the rest of these lovely whumpy prompts

Kidnapping + Beach

(Requested by @loopstagirl)

Virgil was aware of someone standing over him. It was the way he could feel a shadow fall over him, and his face grew cold from the sudden lack of sunlight. His first thought was that it was his brother, who’d finally had enough of Virgil’s insistence that he just wanted to sunbathe, and had come to drag him into the ocean. He expected to any moment now feel the cold droplets of water fall onto his warm skin.

However, no droplets came, and neither did his brother’s voice that he was expecting too. Virgil opened his eyes, instantly feeling uneasy as a chill washed over him from a sudden breeze.

There was a person standing over him, but they definitely were not his brother.

“Get him,” the man above him said, and before Virgil could register what was happening, there were hands pinning him down.

His mouth was pried open and a gag was thrust in before he even had a chance to call out. He struggled, kicking more sand than any body parts, as his arms were twisted and pulled and something tight was wrapped around his wrists. At some point his sunglasses were knocked from his face, and the bright sun blinded him as he was lifted up.

His thoughts went to Gordon, wondering if these men had found him too. He hoped that he was smart, that if he saw what was happening to Virgil, he hid before they could get him too. That was the right thing to do. At least then he would be safe.

“Hey!”

Virgil groaned through the gag. Idiot.

The men all turned in one direction and Virgil’s gaze followed. Gordon was running across the beach, sea water flying behind him after he’d pulled himself from the ocean. Virgil shook his head, but either Gordon didn’t see or just ignored it. It was too late anyway. The men had seen him.

“Let him go!”

Virgil wanted to yell at him to get away and get help, but all that he could produce through the gag was a frantic grumble of noise.

Virgil didn’t know what his brother was planning. There were at least six men that Virgil had already counted, and his brother was just one person who was half the size of these men.

Still, those odds wouldn’t stop his idiot brother, and Gordon looked about ready to throw himself at the closest thug when he reached them. But as soon as he was within arm’s reach, the man threw his fist out and landed it square in Gordon’s face.

His brother hit the sand abruptly and didn’t get back up.

“Bring him too,” one man said, and then before Virgil knew it, he was being hauled across the beach, stumbling as he tried to find his footing.

He saw Gordon get thrown over the shoulder of the same thug who’d knocked him out and then they followed, towards where Virgil didn’t know where.

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Some of my favorite people's characters 😉

Getting potato sack carried out of the boss room!

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Staring into the mouth of a demon...

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Made a poster for the online DnD campaign I'm in!

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My friends purty art

Tentacle = blasted!

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Pebbles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65674552

A short fic I wrote for FishTank Weekend!

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The sand between Gordon’s toes is warm. It almost always is on Tracy Island, but it’s been so long that he has forgotten what it feels like. He carefully lowers himself to the ground and runs his hand through the sand, picking some up and letting it trickle slowly out of his grasp.

It has been a couple months since his fight with the Chaos Crew and only now is he well enough to make the trek down to the beach.

Gordon watches as the waves run up the shore. As they near him, he moves his feet out of their reach. He would never be afraid of the water, not really, but there is something different about it now.

There is a snap of a branch behind him and Gordon turns his head around to see Virgil standing at the backshore of the beach. Virgil gives him a small wave and Gordon nods in return before looking back at the ocean. He can sense Virgil moving about the beach behind him, but he keeps his gaze forward, he doesn’t feel like conversing at the moment.

After a few minutes Virgil moves to sit beside Gordon. He watches with curiosity as his older brother reaches into his bag to remove a pack of permanent markers and place it between them. The aquanaut can’t help but smile softly as Virgil passes him a pebble. Gordon holds it gingerly in his hand, running his fingers over the smooth surface.

Beside him Virgil picks up a blue marker and starts drawing neat circular lines on his own pebble. Gordon hesitates before copying him and picking up a yellow marker. The doctor said that fine motor movement would be the most difficult skill to regain. He furrows his brow in concentration and tries to draw a neat line on his own pebble. His fingers tremble with each pen stroke until eventually Gordon lets out a small sob.

He drops the marker onto the sand and carefully cradles the pebble with both hands. Gordon’s never been the best at art, certainly not as good as Virgil, but the small doodle of Thunderbird 4 is nothing short of abysmal. Nothing like the beautiful flower his brother has drawn.

Suddenly he feels a strong pair of arms wrap around him. Gordon lets in a gasp of fresh air and only then realises that there are tears streaming down his face, staining the sand a darker brown. He collapses into his brother’s arms, resting his head on Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil rubs soothing circles into Gordon’s back as he wails.

Neither of them say anything. There’s nothing to say that hasn’t already been said.

Gordon lets himself fall apart knowing that his brother will be there to stitch him back together whilst the ocean waits for his return.

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