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thedryswan · 13 days

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Mr John Tracy refrained from rolling his eyes. Once again his brothers had urged him to join them at the assemblies and despite all his arguments against, including the necessity of remaining in Marlborough Square as companion to his youngest brother, the Captain, Mr Virgil and Mr Gordon had somehow transported him to the carriage and the frankly overcrowded rooms.

As was usual, the rooms were filled with ambitious mothers, anxious daughters and gentlemen navigating a dangerous and delicate path between both. For this, he thought, his books and research were left unattended at home? At least he was not bound to remain at his brothers' sides and so he began to weave his way through the ballroom towards the refreshment rooms where a cool glass of lemonade might be had.

He glanced at a small group standing near the dance floor, his eye instantly caught by a young lady with eyes as bright and vibrant a hue of blue as his eldest brother. Her dark hair, so dark a brown as to be almost black, was piled high on her head, curls delightfully framing her face. She wore an elegant and fitted gown of pale purple silk, the latest in Paris fashion, and long white gloves, an ivory fan held in her hand. He knew how well the cut of his own coat fitted him, the fabric the colour of the night sky, and that the knee breeches and stockings showed his form to full advantage.

If he was surprised to notice her, her surprise at noticing him was no less and the pair blinked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Not pausing to bow, Mr John returned to where his brothers and Lady Hannah were standing, profiting from a moment where the Captain and Mr Virgil's attentions were elsewhere to ask Lady Hannah quietly who the group might be, certain that her encyclopedic knowledge of the Ton would include the strangers.

"Who?" she asked, looking to where he was discreetly pointing.

"Let me think, ah yes. Miss Shore, Lieutenant George Sheridan, Captain Troy Tempest, both naval officers from America I believe and who most likely will be returning to New York at the end of the season, and their English cousins Mr Adam Tempest and Miss Selene Tempest. Son and daughter of Sir Rufus and Lady Celia Tempest. They have an estate in --shire."

Looking at Mr John in some amusement, Lady Hannah smiled. "Are you feeling suddenly inclined to dance this evening, Mr John?"

"Uh, well, uh. Perhaps. I'm not sure I know all the steps, but-"

"But with the right partner, Mr John, an incomplete knowledge of the steps is immaterial. Shall we walk?"

She took his arm and moved down the room, inexorably leading him onwards until she suddenly stopped with a quiet cry of delight.

"Miss Tempest! Miss Shore! I had not thought to see you here, how delightful. Captain Tempest? Mr Tempest? May I have the honour of presenting Mr John Tracy?"

At that moment, the orchestra struck up for the next dance. Lieutenant Sheridan invited Miss Shore to dance, Captain Tempest smiling benevolently at them. Moving to where Mr Tempest stood by his sister, lowering her voice, Lady Hannah spoke.

"I do apologise, Mr Tempest, for my audacious request, but Miss Tempest, would you by any chance have this next dance for Mr John?"

Mr John blushed at Lady Hannah's forthright request, Miss Tempest gave an elegant curtsy and allowed herself to be led into the dance and with a nod of thanks, her ladyship returned to her own party where Captain Tracy and Mr Virgil were standing, quite amazed at the sight of their younger brother, apparently entranced, following the dance surefootedly and without the slightest mistake.

"How did you manage that?" asked the Captain.

"The magic of a ballroom combined with the beauty of a young lady, Captain."

@selene-tempest @willow-salix

#regency tracys #selene tempest #thedryswan #thunderbirds fanfiction

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katiedido2 · 6 months

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Trick or Treat! 🎃

Oh wow!

Thanks for the ask, @mrmustachious, and Happy Halloween!

I don't have anything specifically Halloween-related. But I do have a fluffy little short story with a witch and her favourite Tracy nephew.

Enjoy!

-o-o-o-

Young at Heart

Sitting at her desk, Selene typed up the notes from her concluded holo-tarot reading. She heard a soft scuffle outside her open door. No one was there, though she detected the faint scent of soap, sunshine and jam. Suppressing a smile, she reread what she had typed. She heard the scuffle again. Glancing up, she caught a large brown eye watching her between the door and the jamb. It was one of her favourite weeTracys!(™ pending). She again suppressed a smile. Satisfied with her notes, Selene saved the file and closed her laptop.

“Auntie Sele?” Her eldest nephew, Kip, poked his head around the door.

“Hi, sweet baby. Come on in.” Virgil’s five-year-old mini-me smiled, and he swiftly made his way to his aunt. “What’s up?” She hugged him.

He pulled back and frowned, making him look even more like his father. “Can I ask you a question?”

Amused, Selene tried to look equally serious and nodded. “Of course, little love. What is it?”

Kip glanced back at the door and leaned in close to Selene. “Are you a grown-up?”

Surprised, Selene sat back and regarded him. Slowly, she rose and crossed to the door. Looking out to ensure no one was nearby, she closed the door and returned to Kip. Kneeling beside him, she leaned in close and whispered, “No, I’m not. I’m still a kid, but no one knows.”

Kip's open face lit up. He grinned. “I KNEW IT!”

Gods, she loved this sweet little boy. “But this is our secret because the others can never know, okay?”

“Because they think you’re a grown-up and wouldn’t understand?”

“Exactly.”

“Cool!”

-o-o-o-

Two days later, Kip sidled up to Selene in the kitchen while she was finishing her breakfast. He kissed her on the cheek. “Good morning, Auntie Sele.”

“Good morning, Kip. How are you?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

Selene smiled at his formality. “I’m good, thank you, sweetie. What’s up?”

He glanced around the room, checking that Uncle J at the sink couldn’t hear them. He casually leaned against the table, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Your secret is still safe with me.”

Selene leaned into the small child and bopped him gently on the nose. “I never doubted you for a second, sweetie.”

Kip smiled before turning serious. His dark brows knit together. “Does Uncle J know you’re still a kid?”

“He does because I trust him and know I can talk to him about anything.” She saw Kip look disappointed. “Married people don’t keep secrets like this from each other. Your parents don’t have secrets from each other.”

He considered this. “No, I ‘spose not.”

“But you two are the only ones who know.”

That restored the boy’s sunny disposition.

“Kip? Where are you?” Aunt and nephew saw his mother coming down the stairs. “Kip?”

“I’m here, Mum.”

Rebecca smiled at her son. “Grandpa and Alex are waiting in the hangers for you. Unless you don’t want to go with them to Christchurch….”

“Oh, right! I do! Bye, Aunie Sel, I gotta go!”

“Of course. Have fun!” Selene grinned and winked at him. Kip smiled in return and, putting a finger on his eyelid, closed one eye to mimic her wink before taking off to join his grandpa and brother.

Rebecca watched her son go. Tilting her head, she looked at Selene. “What was that about?”

Selene shrugged. “I’ve no idea. He’s a sweetie, isn’t he? Just like his dad.”

Rebecca nodded, hesitantly. “Hm. He reminds me of Scott.”

-o-o-o-

A week later, Kip returned from a walk with his Aunt Kayo and found Selene alone in the sunken lounge.

“Hi, Auntie Sele!”

“Hi, Kip! What have you got there?”

Kip bounded over and sat next to her on the couch. “I found this on our walk and thought you would like it.” He handed her a vaguely heart-shaped rock. He rested his head against her shoulder and sighed. “It’s not as pretty as your other rocks, but I thought you might like the shape.”

Pulling him into a hug, Selene kissed the top of his head. “I loved it! Thank you so much for thinking of me.”

Kip pushed away from her and looked around the room, ensuring they were alone. “Can I tell you a secret, Auntie Sele?”

Selene also looked about to ensure their privacy. “Of course. Always.”

The little boy leaned back into her. “Even when I get big like daddy, I’m gonna stay a kid like you.”

“You are?” He nodded. “Good. Well, I won’t tell anyone.”

“And I won’t tell anyone about you! Oh. There’s more.”

“Really?”

He nodded again. “I’m gonna fly Thunderbird One when I’m big. Oh, I know Daddy wants me to fly Two, but I really, really love Thunderbird One.”

Selene hid a smile. This was hardly a secret. To his father’s consternation and his grandfather and uncles’ amusement, Kip had informed his family of his plans two years ago.

“An’ I’m gonna marry a witch jus’ like you.”

Selene’s jaw dropped slightly. “You are?”

Kip blinked. “Oh, I love Mummy, an’ she’s a fine mummy, but….” He glanced around to ensure they were still alone. “You’re more fun. When I’m big ‘nuf, will you help me find her like Uncle Jay found you?”

Momentarily gobsmacked, Selene stared at his earnest face and blinked back a surprised tear. “Oh... Oh, sweet boy, of course I will. When you’re big enough.”

“Thank you, Auntie Sele.” Kip crawled onto her lap and hugged her. “I love you...oh!” He jumped to his feet. “I almos’ forgot. I have to find Alex! I’m late to play! Byeee!”

“Bye.” Selene watched Kip run out of the lounge, searching for his mother and twin. There was a beep, and a hologram of John appeared.

“There you are; I was - hey, are you okay?”

Selene wiped away a tear and drew a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure? I can come down if you need me.”

“No, It’s not necessary.”

“Selene…”

“No, I’m fine, really.” She chuckled. “Though my heart was just mugged by a five-year-old.”

John regarded her for a moment. “Kip?”

Selene nodded. “Gods, he’s a love. He’s just like Virgil.”

John smirked. “I would argue he’s just like Scott. But what did he do? ‘Cause I don’t remember Virgil making grown women cry.”

“Hmm... Maybe he gets it from Rebecca.”

“Okaay, but what did he do?”

“He told me something lovely, which surprised me, that’s all.”

John looked closely at his wife. “You know, if things stay quiet, I’ll be down in an hour, and we can hang out.”

“I’d like that.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #selene tempest #oc/Kip Tracy #john tracy #OC/Rebecca Montague #trick or treat

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willow-salix · 11 months

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OMG! ITS FINISHED!

This season of John and Sel's story is complete!

I don't know how to feel, I really don't... Wow.

Here's the link to the final chapter, picture for attention coz they all be angry.

I'd like to thank you all for sticking it out with me and reading along. I'm not gonna lie and say it's been easy, because that's far from the truth. As with most things now, readership and interaction is down and that makes it hard to stay motivated. But we did it, fam! We did it.

Don't worry, this isn't the end. I have big plans for the next season, but I am taking a few months off. I have other projects to work on (one being a TOS story), I want to fully plan out the next season and get a few chapters under my belt before I start posting and honestly, I'm tired and just need a break.

I'd like to thank (feels like an Oscars speech lol) @myladykayo and @olliepig for cheering me on and listening to me whining when I was tired and unmotivated or stuck on a bit that needed work.

But most of all I have to thank John and Sel for being amazing, for being so alive in my head (and so demanding, yes I'm looking at you, witch) and allowing me to document their lives.

Look at this word count! Since September 2019. It's crazy and it's all their fault.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

*flops in a heap on the floor and curls up* Night night.

#john tracy #selene tempest #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #witch #paranormalromance #thunderbirdsarego #gordon tracy #scott tracy #alan tracy #virgil tracy #kayo kyrano #jeff tracy

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scott-flyboy-tracy · 6 months

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@selene-tempest you need to have a look at the new range of dresses I saw while buying a sandwich in the food court

#rp blog #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy rp #scott‌ ‌tracy #selene tempest

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gordonthesquid · 2 years

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Fic: The Kraken Tee

From this exchange in which Gordon happily shares his goth past with @selene-tempest and his brothers are confused.

Quick mun A/N: An exercise to get this scene out of my head, for Willow and myself. Since it’s fic, constantly changing POV and I am okay with that. Living here since the idea was born here. Scoot over, Squidling.

700 words - Gavii

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“Isn’t that Selene’s?”

Scott knows he is not the most observant of the Tracy kin, but he’s pretty sure he saw his best friend walking around in that exact graphic tee a few days ago. Plus there’s something about the combination of black and purple that rings true, while black doesn’t look quite right on the small figure of his younger brother.

Gordon has always been small (at least to him). But his blond hair sticks out like the beam of a lighthouse in the night when paired with the dark cotton, and something about the combination makes Scott feel uneasy in a way it would never with Selene.

It’s just… It’s black. And it’s Gordon, of all people. The one who goes for the loudest shirts and swears by the outrageous.

They are in the kitchen, and Gordon was in the middle of a bite of his sandwich when Scott entered, so he waves him off, chewing quickly so he can answer. The hand that waves at him flashes in the sunlight, and where the other grips the bread, pinching together the meat and cheese to keep them from falling out, his nails are a delicately painted glossy black.

What alien came and abducted his brother?

Virgil enters, yawning, but as the one most attuned to color he catches one look at Gordon’s attire and swoops in with all traces of his prior sleepiness gone.

“What’s wrong,” he demands. While Virgil fusses, Scott turns away, beginning to prepare Virgil’s coffee for him, because… honestly? This seems like a situation he is more equipped to handle in the first place.

Gordon places his sandwich back down on the plate in front of him and waves his arms to get his attention. Finally, he swallows the large bite.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replies to Virgil. “And no, Scott, this isn’t Selene’s. It’s mine.” He glances down at his shirt and straightens it for Scott to see where the kraken is bringing down a sailing ship. “Just look at this guy; he’s the best!”

Gordon beams at him and flails his arms like they’re the tentacles reaching out and encapsulating the vessel. “Rawr.”

The thing is, Scott was serving in the military when Gordon had explored his style and dove into the dark clothing, so he’s not sure how to respond.

Virgil, however…

“I don’t buy that. You’re down, why are you down?”

Gordon crosses his arms. “Why do you think that?”

“You’re wearing black again!”

“What does the color have to do with it?”

“It’s you.”

And it’s true – Virgil knows the shirt comes from a period of his life where he wouldn’t necessarily say he was his best self. He’d changed and so had his style. But he understood that clothes were about comfort to some, like armor to others, a form of expression for many. Back then, it hadn’t been about reflecting how he felt inside, though in some ways, he understood why Virgil would make that connection. They’d lost Dad, Scott was away; they were dealing with the repercussions of being orphans.

But no. It wasn’t about the sadness at all.

He glances down at his nails where Selene had painted them before visiting his brother. When she returns they are going to dye a strip of his hair in a midnight blue – it has been so long since his hair held color. He loves his brights and his yellows, but there will always be something about these old garments and accessories that make him feel a little firmer on his feet.

“It’s about confidence,” he admits to them because they seem so confused about his choice of clothes today. “I love this shirt. It’s comfy.” He had a few comfort items remaining from those days. They were his favorites, the ones that made him feel the strongest or held a special memory. “Sometimes I want to feel a bit more like the badass I know I am.” He pins a glare at his older brother. “Know I can take you, Scott Tracy, if you have a problem with it.”

“Whoa.” Scott lifts his hands up in surrender to the small spitfire in front of him. “That’s not at all what I meant.”

“Okay, so what are you not confident about?” Virgil corrects.

Gordon mumbles something under his breath, so soft they both crane their necks to hear it and have to ask again for him to repeat it.

“I said John is reading my marine ecology thesis.” He grumbles. “Wouldn’t you need a confidence boost at that?”

#goth!Gordon #gordonthesquidfic #Gavii Scribit #selene tempest

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i-t-guy-in-the-sky · 1 month

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Tracy Log: 03/08/2066

RESCUE REPORT:

Call received at 13:26, reports of a rambler trapped in an abandoned missile silo some 8 meters below ground.

Call sent by companion (uninjured) stating that the victim had climbed to the apex of the hill- created after the covering of the shelter entrance- in order to film a segment for their YouTube channel.

Upon reaching the top they started filming but the ground they were standing on began to shift, having become unstable due to nearby building work causing heavy flooding in the area.

The platform upon which they were standing -which doubled as a the lid to the silo- crumbled and they fell straight down into the silo.

Thunderbirds 1 and 2 deployed with Scott, Virgil, and Gordon aboard.

Victim knocked unconscious on impact, and didn't regain consciousness until Scott reached the danger zone.

Scott used our jetpack technology to lower himself down in order to assess the victim and secure them for transport.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of the fall and the subsequent injuries, although victim regained consciousness briefly, they were in too much pain. Scott issued painkillers to make them more comfortable, but they succumbed to their injuries before Scott or the team on Thunderbird 2 were able to help.

Reports will be sent, along with our video footage, to the local police force for processing and our standard letter of condolence, as well as resources, has been sent to the bereaved.

END REPORT.

John leaned back, allowing the freedom of Zero-G to support his body as he pressed save on his screen and swiped it away.

He could still hear, could still see, the devastation on his brother's face as he reported that their mission had not been successful. Scott had tried to stay businesslike, to report the facts as they appeared, but John knew it was never that easy.

He watched every rescue as standard, ready to help in any way he could, and he had heard the laboured breathing of the victim, their pain filled crying and the wheezing, rattle in their chest.

They had asked Scott for help and he had promised them he would get them out of there. And he had, he'd helped the only way he could, by making them comfortable and holding their hand as their life had slipped away. And then he'd done his job and gotten them out as promised, just not in the way any of them would have wished.

Losses were inevitable, and they were lucky enough that they didn't have to deal with them that often, but that just made it all the harder when it did.

He wanted to be down there to support his brother, knowing he would be beating himself up about it even though there was nothing anyone could have done, but he still had to file the report with the local authorities and alert the bereavement counsellor they kept on retainer in case the victim's family were in need and couldn't provide their own.

Still, he had a secret weapon that he was merciless in deploying when a situation called for it, and this was definitely that situation.

He pulled up his screen again and touched the little symbol of a witch’s hat.

-x-

Scott’s eyes flew open as the first pounding notes of a song blasted through the speaker system of the lounge.

There went his peace and quiet. Couldn't a man brood alone in this house without some idiot feeling the need to disturb him?

“Why am I not surprised?” he bitched when his sister-in-law slid into the room and struck a dramatic pose. Please don't let her start to sing. He loved her but his temples were already throbbing and he didn't think his nerves could take it.

Thankfully -if you could count that- she stuck to lip syncing along as Tina Turner blasted out her most famous number.

“I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire,” Selene mimed, holding her hands over her heart as she rocked back and forth on the spot. “You come to me, come to me wild and wild.” She gestured to him to stand up and join her, but he folded his arms and resolutely refused, he wasn't in the mood for such silliness. A man had just died, did she not understand that?

“When you come to me, give me everything I need,” Selene continued as if he wasn't glaring a hole into her, she just gyrated on the spot, her head bobbing. “Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams, speak a language of love like you know what it means.”

She settled into a power pose stance and prepared for the first big moment of the song.

“Mmm, and it can't be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, baby…” She paused in her bouncing sway to make sure he was paying attention before she belted out the words along with Tina.

“You're simply the best!” She pointed her finger directly in his face. “Better than all the rest.” Powerful head pumping. “Better than anyone.” Arms swaying above her head. “Anyone I've ever met.”

She clutched her hands to her heart as she swayed along to the words, miming along for all she was worth. She knew how to give a rousing performance and he deserved it.

“I'm stuck on your heart

I hang on every word you say.”

“No you don't,” Scott argued, but he was beginning to feel a little amused.

“Tear us apart,” Selene mimed then stuck her tongue out at him. “Baby, I would rather be dead.”

Scott's lips twitched, just a tiny bit, but she saw it and knew that she'd got him. He was hers now.

She moved closer until she was directly in front of him and carried on lip syncing along, pantoming the moves.

“In your heart, I see the star of every night and every day.”

She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to his feet, ignoring his protests.

“In your eyes, I get lost, I get washed away.”

She kept hold of his hand, but stretched out their arms so that she could spin herself in against his chest in what she thought was the slickest move ever. He automatically grabbed on, holding her in case she fell.

“Just as long as I'm here in your arms, I could be in no better place…”

She wound up to the next line, tipped her head back onto his shoulder, eyes closed as she belted out the words like a woman possessed. “You're simply the best.”

She swayed from side to side, forcing him to move with her or lose his balance. “Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She felt the shaking of his shoulders as he started to laugh, but she couldn't hear much over the music. Not that that mattered, she knew her plan was working.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say.”

She wound her way out of his arms again in true ballroom dancing fashion but kept hold of his hand.

"Don't tear us apart,no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Scott span her again and she latched her arms around his neck, moving together now. This time he joined in, actually singing, which she now joined in with, uncaring as to how bad she sounded.

“Each time you leave me, I start losing control,

You're walking away with my heart and my soul.

I can feel you even when I'm alone, oh baby, don't let go!”

They danced a haphazard path around the coffee table and up the steps to a clear spot of floor just in time for the next part. They bounced around, Scott mimed playing a saxophone as Selene did her best Tina Turner gyrations -if the woman herself could move like that in her 70s Selene had no excuse to let the said down.

“Ooh, you're the best, ooh.”

Arms were waved as they sang. Selene had managed to grab Kayo's discarded hairbrush off a side table and was using it in her best teenage girl sleepover fashion.

“Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

Scott took her outstretched hand and wound his fingers through hers, allowing her to swing his arm around as they sang the next lines.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say. Don't tear us apart, no, no, Baby, I would rather be dead!”

She let go of his hand and threw her head back to scream the next line.

“You're the best!”

They broke apart to dance on their own as the music pumped winding up for the finale. Scott was fully in the grove now, his face losing the haggard sadness she'd seen when she'd first entered the room. They were karaoke masters, they knew how to match actions to the words and they did it with style.

"Ooh, you're simply the best. Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, Anyone I've ever met!”

They bounced on the spot, singing at the top of their lungs, heads thrown back as they let the music and the fun of the moment wash away the disappointment and sadness of the day.

“I'm stuck on your heart, baby. I hang on every word you say.” Heads bobbed, fingers clicked, booties shimmied, hips gyrated as they let themselves go. “Don't tear us apart, no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Selene was very out of breath now, and why shouldn't she be, she been carrying this performance after all, but he was worth it. They bounced back together again, and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight to make sure he was fully understanding the reason behind her song choice.

“Oh, you're the best. You're better than all the rest

Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She locked eyes with him as the song wound down and spoke the last words directly to her very best friend in the entire world, and thankfully he was right there with her. “Ooh, you're the best.”

She was there to catch him in a huge hug as the music died away, leaving them panting for breath. The man could run the length of the island but make him dance and he'd be puffing like an old steam train in minutes.

“Beer?” she offered, kissing the top of his head where he'd faceplanted her shoulder.

It took him a moment, but finally he mumbled, “Yeah, that’d be good. Thanks.” That last word meant everything to her and told her that he appreciated her efforts more than he would probably admit.

She nodded and gave him another squeezy hug before she let him go, confident that she'd made her point. He was the best, the best brother, the best friend and the best rescuer out there. And whenever he doubted himself she'd be there to kick his arse until he realised the error of his ways.

-x-

John smiled to himself as he watched the live lounge feed. His wife was certainly unconventional in her approach but she got the job done.

And, until he could get home he knew his brother was in the best hands now. She'd make sure that he remembered that he was the best.

#thunderbirds are go #john tracy #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirdsarego #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #selene tempest #scott tracy #international rescue #bad day #you cant save everyone

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selene-tempest · 20 days

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Me, reading aloud: Did you know that, apparently, every word that ends with "ie" automatically sounds adorable?

Virgil: Really? Cutie.

Alan: Cookie

Gordon: Bogie

Me: Ewww

Scott: Die.

Me, pointing the finger of doom at him: You! Nap time!

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fandom #thunderbirds fanfiction #selene tempest #gordon tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy

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jacksonstarkiller · 2 months

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Selene: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

John: I wake up at 04:30 AM.

Selene: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

@selene-tempest

#thunderbirds #incorrect thunderbirds quotes #Selene Tempest #John Tracy #thunderbirds are go

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jbarkerstargazer · 2 years

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Yes it's meant to be Mis Tempest

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #selene tempest #fanart #ink brush pens #the fav corset #wip wednesday #art wip #JLB's fanart

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escape-from-arcadia · 9 months

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Selene: "I'm an 80s kid!" Claire: "Alright, but are we talking 1980s, or...?" Selene: :)

An official introduction to Selene Acies (she/her), a divination witch born 1887 and forever nineteen since 1906. She can tell people's future's by studying their auras, and on very rare occasions, can also tell prophecies (though they tend to be indecipherable gibberish). Selene also has an interest in astrology and astronomy :)

She also knows these guys:

(Zoe and Douxie's outfits are based off this Tenyai post.)

More plot under the cut:

Selene grew up in England for a good chunk of her childhood before being sent to southern France with her mother for...reasons. Reasons that involved her mother, her mother’s merchant husband, and a wizard. Selene met Zoe when she was twelve, in 1889. Which was good considering Selene's powers were really emerging. Zoe was the one who helped Selene figure out how to tame her magic using a book she "borrowed" from Douxie.

Unfortunately, Zoe had to leave on business with Douxie, and shenanigans occur that leave Selene alone. But huzzah gaining immortality through these plot-relevant events!

But Selene and Zoe run into each other again in 1918 on a boat headed toward New York City. Selene gets to properly meet Douxie and Archie, and the gang spends the 20s, 30s, and 40s together. Once WWII ended, the gang split up for a long time, but met back in Arcadia Oaks. In present-day Arcadia, Selene works at the planetarium, and has her own online astrology business.

Selene is very open and honest, so much so she may come off as blunt. She can be straightforward and take things a bit literally. But she always has a 'positive' attitude about it. She comes off as laid-back and carefree, but it masks a general indifference to the state of the world.

Living for over a hundred years and having the power of prophecy, Selene has the idea that everything happens for a reason, because it's destiny. She hasn't seen someone 'break destiny' before, and to Selene, the future is set in stone and immutable. Douxie challenges her on this idea, but Selene is indifferent. At this point, she'd rather spend time with people she cares about and have fun because the one Proper Prophecy she's ever had tells her that the world as they know it will be lost to time, and Selene doesn’t think anything can change that.

Random tidbits:

Zoe has always been a sort of mentor to Selene, like how Douxie had Claire. They get on when it comes to music, and Selene goes to Zoe for tech help because stars know this girl still doesn’t understand some modern technology.

Douxie and Selene got on for a while, but over time, they grew apart. Douxie believes that though they might not be remembered in history, they can still make a difference and help people. Selene doesn’t see the point in trying.

On new moons, Selene loses her ability to read people's futures.

On full moons, Selene has a higher chance of having a Proper Prophecy (they usually end up just being gibberish).

Selene has had chronic migraines from her divination powers. Her rose-colored glasses are charmed to limit her sight (ha) and help control them.

Douxie has his vambrace and Zoe has her wand…Selene conducts magic through her earrings. The current pair she has are actually just the original earrings her mother gave her with the dangly stars added.

Selene's love life is...complicated. This is plot-relevant.

Selene’s family is…also complicated. This is also plot-relevant.

Selene is big into swing dance, but hates waltz.

And last but not least, here's a character playlist. You might understand her character a bit more through this.

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