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Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Hurt John is just the best <3

Crash and Burn

John is taking his usual trip in the space elevator, when things take a disastrous turn.

He’s just in time to see what remains of it stretch and warp and pull apart like melted toffee; separating the weight of the elevator from the safety of the station.

#thank you #thunderbirds fandom #john tracy

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Your Virgil and John stuff is amazing!! Force of G is one of my favorite fics, I think I’ve reread it like five times already

Thank you so much!

Thanks for reaching out, it really does mean the world :)

I'm so glad you enjoy them. I love writing them. John is my absolute favourite and any of his brothers taking care of him is my Achilles heel LOL. Literally, I'll stop whatever I'm doing if a fic matching that description goes up on here or AO3 and devour it.

I haven't had the time recently to write more, really hoping to get back to it soon <3

#thunderbirds are go #feeling blessed #thank you

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Omg it's so good! <3

You know I love your fics and I'm addicted to John Whump, thank you for giving me a high I so badly needed :D

It's perfect!

<3

Don’t Cough

Straight up, this comes with an apology. I’m whumping John, I’m more than whumping him. This could read as a death fic, but my headcannon says John survives. 

This is a dark fic! A depressing one, but apparently I’m the kind of person who writes them when they’re having a bad day.

Warnings: Suicide: John contemplates removing his helmet to save himself from a longer, more painful death. 

Character Death: John is in a lot of trouble, and his brothers are not going to get to him in time. It ends on a cliffhanger, but I will say, Virgil takes the ‘chance’ given to him and he comes through…<3

I may write them rescuing him in the future.

And the cuddles afterwards.

Please read the warnings and the tags.

This fic is sad, and painful.

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There’s no way he’s going to last. John knows it. He’s dying and they’re not going to get to him in time. He can hear them through the comms in his helmet. Well, he can hear Scott’s reassurance and knows the others are inside thunderbird three with him.

They’re desperately trying to get to him.

Scott’s demands of ‘hang on’ and ‘stay with us’ grow more frantic.

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#john whump #Virgil to the rescue #wonderful fic #thunderbirds are go

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No words, just teary eyes and begging hands.

Scott, Gordon, and John. An odd trio but I love them❤️

I loved thunderbirds and thunderbirds are go and have been inspired to start doing fanart of the Tracy boys by an awesome fanfic writer @tsarisfanfiction.  I hope to do more!

#thunderbirds are go #stunning #swallowed my tongue #you have talent #so much talent

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Whumpril 2023 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.

I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.

To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2023, #whumprilday1, #red alert) 

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

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They're so goddamn cute <3

For @yarol2075. They're sharing ideas for a satellite project they've been working on with Brains.

I've never drawn The Mechanic before and I loved coming up with a casual outfit for him, I headcanon that he has piercings. (◍^ᴗ^).*✧

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Yes!!! Love this!

This update got me through my Monday <3

new chapter wohoo!

#thunderbirds #john whump #john tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy

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Space Hitman!

You've killed me!!!

okay wrong answers only what did this lady think John's line of work was 😅

#hahaha

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:P *drooling*

💗💚Happy Valentine’s day!💛💙

I tried to paint Scott in his special suit. I remember his orange color was quite exciting. The background was made by AI. There’re mixed opinions about AI illustration but I have a feeling that it will be a great tool for me, as I’m not good at drawing backgrounds.

バレンタインには何も関係ないけどS3EP16の特別スーツ仕様のスコットお兄さんです。あのオレンジ色はなかなか衝撃的でしたよね･･･！

背景はAIに作ってもらいました。最近AIイラストについては賛否が騒がれていますが、背景苦手な自分にとっては便利なツールになりそうな予感です。

#scott tracy #thunderbirds are go

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Heavenward is three years old today!

(deepest thanks to @redemsi for the lovely anniversary art, as well as the two pieces above ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ )

So three years ago I put up the first part of what would become the longest story I’ve ever written by myself. I didn’t know that when I started. I had a much simpler story in mind when I first began. EOS aired a few days after I published that first chapter, and the course of the story altered completely and irrevocably. Infinitely for the better.

Heavenward sprawls out across 330k words, eight separate parts, and indirectly spawned two of my other major works. It’s the biggest and most complicated story I’ve ever told, and more than anything else it was a proving ground for what I can do when I really care about a story. 

Heavenward was (and is, I know there’s still an epilogue waiting in the wings, I promise it is still in progress) one of the most important projects I’ve ever undertaken, and I think I’m always going to be quietly proud of it. I learned so much in writing it, and was always so grateful for how much interest people had and how much support I was given. I reread parts of it sometimes and marvel at how much I learned in the course of writing it from beginning to end. My style now is so different from what it was at the beginning. 

Anyway! If you haven’t read it, or even if you have, I am obliged to recommend it. It’s not too bad. I like it.

Heavenward

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Thunderbirds turns 50 this week! The original show was a huge part of my childhood along with many other Gerry Anderson productions (Captain Scarlet was always my fave) and I absolutely adore the reboot (although I’m really behind and need to catch up on episodes) I love all the re-designs, the boys’ costumes are to die for #fab50

🚀 Buy the originals  🚀 DeviantART 🚀  Facebook  🚀

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Gosh he's gorgeous <3

1000 followers give away prizes - #1 of 5

Ginger!John Tracy for @cookidoughlilac

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#inktober day six

Ginger!John Tracy (Thunderbirds Are Go)

(sorry this is a day late but, as you can see, stupidity takes time)

(big props to @supersaiyanbokuto for helping me out!)

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Omg it’s beautiful! I can’t breathe. Johnny and Scotty <3

Just a Bruise | Chapter One

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32484601/chapters/80561875

by Lenle-G and @tsarinatorment

Scott stumbles, his bare feet failing to find the purchase on slick pebbles, violently distracted by the agony in his side. For a moment, time feels like it slows, and Scott thinks he’s going to fall.

“Scott!?” With reflexes that betray John’s aptitude as a professional rescuer (even if he does spend most of their rescues monitoring from space) the astronaut makes a truly impressive dive to catch him.

“Ugh,” Scott instinctively relaxes as IR Blue steadies him, “Thanks, J-”

But reflexes aside, John’s freshly down from orbit, too freshly down from orbit to catch anyone smoothly, let alone a big brother whose feet are stumbling awkwardly about on an uneven, ever-shifting surface of tiny stones. John’s just that little bit too slow, uncoordinated with all the damn gravity down here, and while there’s a moment where Scott hangs, caught and safe, it quickly passes and then the beach is rushing up to meet him - them - as, with another pained gasp, he crashes down on top of his little brother.

John’s head ricochets off pebbles, but the hissed curse (or at least what sounds like one, though Scott hasn’t the faintest what language that had been) has far more to do with the sprawled shape of his brother than it does the back of his skull.

#thunderbirds art #john tracy #scott tracy #took my breath away

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In awe, as always <3

Could i request kayo, penelope and john :)

Don't always assume you're the tallest in the room John!

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Broken Promise (So Far)

Putting the chapters together in case anyone wants to read a bit of JohnWhump! 

Synopsis in a nutshell: John’s been kidnapped and controlled by the hood and his bros want him back.

Broken Promise #1

Broken Promise #2

Broken Promise #3

Broken Promise #4

Broken Promise #5

Broken Promise #6

I’m hoping these all work okay <3

tagging @jbarkerstargazer <3

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fic #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fandom #John Tracy #john tracy whump #scott tracy #Virgil Tracy

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Broken Promise part 6

It’s been a long time since I last updated this story and I’m blaming life.

It’s a bitch.

And distracts you from things that make you happy.

Like hurting John Tracy... 

Always have time to read it though, so if you’ve got any hurt John recs wing them my way <3

Here we are and here be Scott:

Thunderbird two didn’t give them any answers. When fuel hit critical, the craft landed itself safely. It was one of the systems John hadn’t managed to take out when he took control. The onboard cameras, however…

Scott lashed out at the wall to the hanger. His knuckles throbbed, and he stared at his hand. The hairs on the back of his neck lifted with the eyes of his younger brothers. He didn’t turn to them but spoke over his shoulder.

“What is it?”

“Eos needs us in the lounge. There’s a message. It’s important—

Scott spun around, startling Gordon back. Alan peeked out from behind him but didn’t let his gaze linger on Scott for too long. He knew he looked a mess, wild and desperate, but with everything that had happened, he didn’t care.

“Is it them?” he demanded, marching forward. Gordon and Alan retreated quickly, leading Scott towards the lounge. If they noticed him knocking from wall to wall down the corridor, they didn’t mention it.

The lack of sleep was making the walls warp and his stomach churn. 

He swayed on the spot in the lounge. “Eos. Please.”

“It’s from the hood.”

Scott fell back and landed on the couch. His teeth clicked together at the impact. He took a deep breath. “Play the message.”

The hood appeared in front of them. Alan didn’t hold in his gasp. Gordon cursed. Scott didn’t react. It wasn’t just the hood. The projection displayed an unconscious Virgil, barely held upright by a man on either side.

The hood smiled. “I thought I got lucky with one Tracy brother under my control, but two….” He laughed, a manic cackle that turned over the bile in Scott’s throat. The hood turned to the men with Virgil. “Strap him down and get him ready.”

They dragged Virgil away, then the hood turned back to the camera. 

“The next time you see him, he’ll have no idea who you are.”

The message ended. Scott glared at the space where the hood had been. “Eos, can you trace where it came from?”

“I tried…but whoever is masking the location knows what they’re doing.”

“John’s masking it.”

Eos said nothing.

Footsteps pounded behind Scott, rushing outside. He didn’t have the energy to turn his head to see which brother had fled, he didn’t have the energy to move an inch. It wasn’t anger that pinned him to his seat, but defeat. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t save Virgil from the same fate that had taken John from them.

“I’ll go after him,” Gordon whispered. 

He walked away and left Scott alone in the lounge.

“Put the message on repeat.”

“Scott—"

“Eos, please. I want to see him.” He scrunched up his face and clarified. “I want to see my brother.”

Before he was no longer Scott’s brother.

The message repeated. Scott fell into an exhausted trance, blocking out the hood, and what he was saying, and just looking at a limp Virgil. He gripped his head in his hands, rocking forward and back. He didn’t know how long he sat there. It was long enough that he saw the sun fading over Tracy island out of the corner of his eye.

Eos stopped repeating the message and tried to reason with him, but Scott slammed his eyes shut and saw Virgil behind them. He saw John too and replayed his broken promise to keep him safe.

Eos kept saying his name. She was speaking with someone else too. Scott didn’t know if it was Alan or Gordon that had come back, but they were keeping their distance, not interrupting his breakdown.

“You try...” Eos said.

Scott didn’t know what was said back, but Eos persisted. Scott tensed. He didn’t want a comforting arm on him, or one of grandma’s kisses. He didn’t want a voice to tell him everything would be okay in the end, because he knew it wouldn’t be. He’d lost two brothers, and it was only a matter of time before he’d lose Alan and Gordon as well, to grief, or the hood.

“Scott…”

The uncertainty of the voice stopped him from spiralling any further. It was hesitant, wary in a way it never should be, but still recognisable. 

Scott lowered his hands and opened his eyes. “John…”

John’s hologram floated in front of him. As soon as their eyes connected, John looked away. He was dressed in black, with dark circles under his green eyes, and scratches across his pale face. 

Scott couldn’t find his voice.

It was only them in the lounge.

“I don’t remember you.” John blurted. “But that isn’t important right now. I can’t let them do to Virgil what they did to me. I…I need your help.”

“My…help?”

Scott pinched the back of his hand, and tears prickled his eyes when the pain registered. John wasn’t a dream, or a hallucination, he really was being projected into the lounge.

“Help me save him.”

Scott nodded, then choked up a laugh. “Of course.”

He shot to his feet, only to sway and sit back down again. He got up slowly and managed to keep his balance. 

John waited until he’d stopped swaying. “Virgil is being prepped for the first implant on the floor below me.” 

“Scott,” Eos said. “John has let me into the hoods network. I know where his base is. It’s a small island in the Pacific.”

“What?” Scott shook his head. “That can’t be…”

“It isn’t too far. You’ve flown over it hundreds of times, but it’s cleverly concealed.”

“Send the coordinates to thunderbird two,” Scott ordered.

“Already done.”

“John!”

Scott jumped at Alan’s voice. John flinched and didn’t look towards him or Gordon who'd burst back into the villa. He gritted his teeth, and continued, “I need to get to Virgil, but the hood will come after me, and…”

He winced and grabbed his head. “When that happens I won't be able to help him. As soon as thunderbird two appears, self-destruct measures will be activated. The hood will know I’ve betrayed him and want to destroy all evidence of what he was doing here.”

“Self-destruct?”

“The base will explode. All of it. I will stop them before they can start the process on Virgil, but I need you to get him out."

"I'll get him out." Scott said. "I'll get you both out. I promise."

John glanced at something over his shoulder. “I need to go. Please hurry.”

His hologram blinked out. 

Scott rushed out of the lounge with Gordon hot on his heels. “What if it’s a trap?”

“A trap?”

“Yeah.” Gordon twisted to face Alan. “Doesn’t it reek of a trap to you?”

Alan didn’t answer.

“Scott,” Gordon said, grabbing Scott’s shoulder. “Think about it.”

“I don’t believe it’s a trap,” Eos said. “I have full access to the hoods systems and can see the base.”

“Notify the GDF,” Scott demanded. “Tell them the location.”

“Now we’re leading a load of people into the hoods trap.” Gordon shook his head. “John is under the hood's control. He stole thunderbird one and tried to take thunderbird two and, in the process, gave the hood Virgil. Now all three of us are going to him because John’s told us to.” He sighed. “We can’t trust him. How did he even do that? How did he appear in the lounge like that?”

“He spoke to me through thunderbird five,” Eos said. “He asked about my origin and apologised for threatening to destroy me. I, like you Gordon, thought it was a trap, but he told me what happened with Virgil on thunderbird two.”

“What did he say?” Alan asked.

“Virgil gave him back the stars.”  

 “Scott!”

He paused halfway across the hanger and shot a glance at Brains. “We’ve got to go—”

“I know.” Brains panted. He held something metal in his hands. “Take this.”

“Magneto’s helmet?” Gordon said. “Why the hell do we need that?”

“Get it on John’s head. It’ll block the signal from the hood’s device.”

Scott rushed over to get it. “Thanks, Brains.”

A small smile twitched his lips. “Bring them both home.”

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Scotty to the rescue of course!

tagging @jbarkerstargazer in case you’re still interested <3

#thunderbirds fiction #thunderbirds fandom #thunderbirds fanfiction #john tracy #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go #fic update #thunderbirds