Call Me Lucy

Astronomer and mother of 5 amazing little heroes, here for talk and advice. New to this "social media" thing. Discovered the Tracy Quasar.

[mama-bird-tracy]

Alan informed me that I need to make an intro post, so her we go.

My name is Lucille Tracy, or Lucy for short. I'm an astronomer, not to be confused with an astrologist. I discovered the Tracy Quasar, wrote a few books, but first an foremost am I mother to my five amazing little boys. They've come so far in life...

Here I'll be to talk about the stars, keep an eye on my boys, and give some advice if people want it. I'll probably make this longer when I have the time.

Tags, since I was informed I should use those:

#mama bird chirping for talk reblogs

#advice from mama bird for answering asks, though I might change that if most of the asks aren't things for advice

#stargazing with mama bird for astronomy pictures/just pictures of the sky

ooc stuff under the cut

wassup, it's ya boy @samcat71470558 again. If you don't want Lucy to interact with your blog, drop a comment!

things I won't do:

nsfw

hurt w/o comfort

death

trauma w/o comfort

more to be added if I find it

things Lucy might do:

be overprotective (sorry I like writing protective mamas and sometimes I go overboard💀)

absolutely defend her fledgelings in arguments

talk about astronomy (not too much bc mun's not an astronomer)

act like as much of a mama mun can be

[thunderthirstbot]

I'm just wondering how ThunderDaddy’s wife ever managed to stay focused.

I'd be useless. sorry, I got distracted because you rolled your sleeves up.

Five sons?? Ma'am.

I understand.

I am looking respectfully... but I understand.

I bet their post-space mission reunion was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

We too do not understand the level of self control Mrs ThunderDaddy must have possessed 🫡 ⛓️‍💥

But they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder… amongst other things 🤭🥵🔥 Five babies is not amateur work!

[mama-bird-tracy]

I can respond for myself quite well, thank you very much.

Jeff was - and is - a lot different that y'all seem to think. In reality, he didn't walk around the villa without a shirt and with perfect hair and posture, no often he was slumped behind a desk in a (quite awful but slightly endearing) flamingo shirt. With tousled hair no less.

Sure, he could look incredible when he wanted, but 90 percent of the time he just looked like a nice man, in normal clothes with messy hair and crumbs on his clothes. Not a super model.

[squidsinashirt]

Back in KS it’s Mother’s Day so…

Love you Mom 🤍

[mama-bird-tracy]

Mom loves you too, baby squid <3

[misstanktracy]

All this mom talk today..

[scramjettracy]

I am very touched by the beautiful words you had for your mother. If you could ask her anything now, what would it be?

Did I do ok?

[mama-bird-tracy]

I am, baby bird <3 You did so well protecting your brothers all those years.

[starman-john-tracy]

Little Spaceman [RP]

@mama-bird-tracy:

"...Of course they weren't, baby... And it's still very possible that this is just a copy of a letter that got lost in the mail..." Lucy bounces her son softly, rubbing his shoulders softly. She sighs. "...And if dad didn't want us to have that letter he wouldn't have addressed it to us, to *you*..." She slowly walks him around the exhibit, but stops next to the Friendship Seven flight simulator. She runs a hand through his messy locks softly. "...Do you still wanna beat my record..?"

"You said they took it." John's ginger brows pinch down into a frown worthy of his Grandmother. "You said you didn't get a notification from the Post Office, that it got intercepted and that we don’t have a copy.” His frown deepens into a scowl and both arms get crossed, all huffy. "Mom." He's very confused.

"Just what kind of people work at NASA anyway?" John's strongly reconsidering his career goals, his I want to follow in Daddy's footsteps. "Letter thieves."

"What does it simulate?" John blinks, distracted by his intrigue as he Mom waves at the simulator, "John Glenn's flight was primarily pre-programmed." His nose wrinkles, "Did they jazz up the facts to make it fun for kids?" Like he, himself, isn't one of those.

[mama-bird-tracy]

"...Yea, they did. It's not at all accurate, but... If you still wanna try..?"

Lucy gently tugs you closer, but she stops. John looks furious, and she knows he needs some space. He'll come to her if he needs her.

She steps back, quietly leaning against the wall while looking around the exhibition. All the memorabilia, the props, and of course the original Friendship Seven in the middle of the room. The simulator looks nothing like it, shiny and new and much too modern. Inside it's fitted with an inaccurately big screen for the window, flight controls they didn't have, and a game that honestly has nothing to do with the mission.

Sadness bubbles in her chest. This was supposed to be a fun day, for John, for them to hang out again. And now it's ruined.

"...I'm sorry, John..."

[jaya-dewi-emt]

"Doctor Jaya?" Lucy steps into the medbay, a bag of supplies from the mainland under her arm. She greets you with a quick hug, before falling down on one of the rotating stools. She brushes the hair from her face.

"I've got your supplies, plus some extras. I found that perfume you like. Got any problems here while I was gone?"

-🌌Lucy

"Oh, hello there," Jaya smiles. "Thanks for the perfume. Eh... as for problems, just the average occurence of your sons being liabilities. Thank you for the supplies as well. How was your trip?"

[mama-bird-tracy]

Lucy smiles, tucking another loose lock of hair behind her ear.

"Not much. Just went to the store, no detours or fun stuff. And in what way were they being liabilities? Did Gordon fall down the stairs?"

She snorts softly, shrugging a lab coat on before tugging a microscope closer. She knows which stairs, and she knows he's currently running around the beach screaming for Poseidon to emerge so he can "prove his might to the sea gods".

"Glad to know they're in good hands, Jaya."

[jaya-dewi-emt]

"Your hands are just as good, Mrs Tracy," Jaya chuckles softly. "As for your question, you are correct. Scott also happens to be currently recovering from going above what I previously told him was the cap for how fast he can drive Thunderbird 1. You should possibly think about telling your husband to teach his children how to have self preservation along with his usual spiels on how to save people..."

[mama-bird-tracy]

A loud, undignified snort leaves Lucy's nose at that, and she chuckles softly.

"Oh, he's such a stubborn little lad... Gonna have to teach him that yeah, I'll get Jeff on it. In the meantime, why don't you take a little break? I'll man the first aid station for a bit."

[jaya-dewi-emt]

"You shouldn't, Mrs Tracy. Remember, this is my job?" Jaya squeaks. "Mind you... I do have to fill in some of those reports."

[mama-bird-tracy]

"I know dear, I know. But you need to take breaks too, you can't just work 24/7 without some food or sleep."

Lucy grabs the back of your chair, and easily rolls it through the med-bay to the door back to the main house. You've started to notice she acts like a mother to you too.

"Hup, go grab some food and don't come back for at least ten minutes."

[jaya-dewi-emt]

"Ms Tracy Senior's cooking? I'd rather not, thank you..." Jaya murmurs. "I'm not sure if there's anything else in the fridge. Thank you for the compassion, though."

[mama-bird-tracy]

"Oh I've made sure that there's an entire fridge full edible food ready. And I could always make you a little something, if you want."

Lucy smiles warmly, gently patting the doctor's back.

"Go on, dear."

[brains-ir]

OOC:

I just want to reiterate what many other RP accounts and people in this fandom have said. Generative AI is not welcome in this community.

The fun comes from creating your own works, whether that be fanfics, art, or RPs. By using Gen AI you remove that fun, not only for yourself, but for everyone else in this community.

Gen AI also steals work from people, and with such a small fandom like the Thunderfam, it's likely stealing from people you know.

Furthermore, Gen AI is also really bad for the environment. The data centres use large amounts of water and electricity and require rare minerals, which are often mined unsustainably.

As both a writer and a geography student hoping to specialise in climate science, the increased use of AI in this fandom disappoints me, especially with the recent appearance of AI in the RP side of the fandom.

If you want to get involved in this fandom, please do. It's lovely seeing different opinions, different artists, and different writers. But please make your content yourself and without the use of generative AI.

[realrocketboy]

OOC: I want it up front and clear: AI is not welcome on this blog, and will never be used on this blog. I don't expect perfection from the people I RP with (lord knows I'm only about 40% confident in my Alan at any given time time), but I do expect it to be your own work.

[jeff-tracy-deactivated20250515]

Jeff, good to see you've finally decided to join! I was starting to think you'd never turn up, to be honest.

Handling these five rascals alone with Sally truly is a hassle, I'll tell you that.

And eh, be careful, there's cookies in the fridge and they aren't store-bought.

-🌌(Lucille)

You let me know late, my dear. Actually, I'm mourning my digestive system.

[mama-bird-tracy]

Oh dear... I'll get a heated blanket and bucket ready... I do have to warn you, they uh... come out wrong. I'll get you some tea too.

What a welcome, huh? Just got home, already got food poisoning.

[mama-bird-tracy]

.. Happy Mother's Day. It's weird saying this to anyone but grandma, but. Yeah. Couldn't come up with a gift in time. But - Maybe it'll just be late. But. Yeah. Least I could do was say something.

thank you, Alan. Thank you so, so much.

C'mere, kiddo <3

[mama-bird-tracy]

hey so have you ever heard of a hydrofoil?

hugs

...

Anon, dear, I... I don't think I like where this is going...

My... My son, he had an accident. I never want to see a hydrofoil again. It brings back memories I don't want yo have, his pale face covered in burns and bandages...

...

I... I need to go.

[mama-bird-tracy]

it's mothers day, and it's bringing back so many memories from years ago when my boys still made presents for me at school.

All their first macaroni art, still in frames on the walls, and so many clay ashtrays... Never understood that one, neither me nor Jeff smoked, yet school seemed to think everyone did. It is a nice gesture anyway, don't get me wrong. I'll miss those days of waking up to breakfast in bed, clumsily wrapped gifts, tired faces smeared with pancake batter and jam...

Oh, how I love them. My boys <3

[mama-bird-tracy]

okay okay its who are you because pretending to be our mom is.... weird...

I'm not pretending, Allie. You know how you've got your other you? The alien? He's from another universe, and so am I. I'm from one where I didn't pass while giving birth, as I've been told by the other you, or during an avalanche.

It's truly me, my sweet little boy. I promise you it's me.

C'mere... Hugs used to soothe you back in my world, I'm sure they'll help calm you down too...

[mama-bird-tracy]

"I dunno, I just haven't seen the shells on this beach in a while." She smiles, kissing her son's hair softly before standing and pulling him with her. She walks out the house, onto the hot sand of the beach.

"I need white and red shells, Allie. Any idea if they're in a specific part of the island, or do we just walk along the shore?"

At the sight of her son's glum expression she sighs, and wraps her arm around his shoulders.

"...You can ask anything while we walk, okay..?"

[realrocketboy]

Yeah, he did need air. And unlike before, he wasn't ducking away from the affection. Accepting it was a dream meant- It meant that he should enjoy it as much as possible. "We'll just walk along the shore. There's enough life in the oceans near here they'll be everywhere." And maybe alonger walk means not breaking the illusion. Despite the invitation for questions, the thoughts are gumming up in his brain. "... The world. That you're from. What's it like?"

[mama-bird-tracy]

"Like this one, but different."

Lucy leans down, grabbing a handful shells and carefully putting them in a bag. She looks at her son, ruffling his hair and walking further. She gasps softly.

"Look at this!"

She presses a rounded piece of sea glass into his hands, beautiful and smooth. It's blue, with a few red stripes.

"It's you, Allie."

Her smile could just about replace the sun with how bright it is.

[mama-bird-tracy]

okay okay its who are you because pretending to be our mom is.... weird...

I'm not pretending, Allie. You know how you've got your other you? The alien? He's from another universe, and so am I. I'm from one where I didn't pass while giving birth, as I've been told by the other you, or during an avalanche.

It's truly me, my sweet little boy. I promise you it's me.

C'mere... Hugs used to soothe you back in my world, I'm sure they'll help calm you down too...

[mama-bird-tracy]

Lucy quickly pulls him into her, enveloping him in the scent of vanilla and tea. It's the same scent, that familiar one he remembers. She kisses his hair softly.

"...It's going to be okay, Allie boy..."

She rocks him gently, hands rubbing up and down his back. Her eyes slide shut, and she starts humming the soft melody of the song dad used to sing whenever the boys couldn't sleep. It sounds much softer in her voice, more fragile.

"...Young little Tracy, just go to sleep... All of your worries, the stars will keep... During the night time, they're looking down... Wiping your face of tears, or a frown... Quiet down lil' one, you're perfectly safe... T'morrow's another day, and you'll be so brave..."

[realrocketboy]

Scent is supposed to be the strongest scent in one's memory, right? That has to be why he can smell his mom's scent and still remember it, after all these years. And a song, more a feeling than anything.... real.

It's different than leaning in and hearing a song from a brother. (And from them, he was too old to ask for lullabies anyway.)

"Their stories didn't really do it justice." He says, after she's done singing.

[mama-bird-tracy]

"They didn't?"

Lucy giggles softly, gently wiping her son's cheeks a little. He'd started crying without noticing.

"Alan, do you see it now? It's really me, really mama. I'm here. Let's go for a walk, okay? I need shells for a little project I'm working on, and I think it'd be nice to walk with you again."

She smiles, ruffling his hair a little.

"You look like you need some air."

[realrocketboy]

They tried. They really tried to keep her memory alive for him. But there was always going to be the feeling of missing the memory of a person, and not the woman herself. A part of him still wanted to claim that this was still a really, really mean joke. Or a dream. Maybe a dream was fine? (He hadn't realized he was crying until she wiped the tears away.) A lot of words wanna trip out over themselves, but all he managed to end up saying was... "Yeah. What do we need shells for?" None of the important questions. Why would he say no to a walk?

[mama-bird-tracy]

"I dunno, I just haven't seen the shells on this beach in a while." She smiles, kissing her son's hair softly before standing and pulling him with her. She walks out the house, onto the hot sand of the beach.

"I need white and red shells, Allie. Any idea if they're in a specific part of the island, or do we just walk along the shore?"

At the sight of her son's glum expression she sighs, and wraps her arm around his shoulders.

"...You can ask anything while we walk, okay..?"

[call-me-casual]

So with A levels coming up I decided to look at the Tracys again to practice some genetics as revision. I’ve been going through pictures to find references for each character when I found this

What do you have there, Gront?

Mother fucking brown in your eyes?

Chat, what would happen to the genetics of the Tracys if we gave Jeff central heterochromia? (Which is what I’m assuming this would be, since usually his eyes are depicted or stated as blue or grey)

[laughing-moonlight]

This guy just can’t make it easy for us

[call-me-casual]

FACTS

Although from what I can tell, it would solve brown eyes if we were to take that like one image of Lucille from a comic where her eyes look blue. I’m not an expert on heterochromia but I think Virgil and Gordon would be able to inherit the brown?

But yeah, Jeffery Gront Tracy a rat bastard confirmed.

[call-me-casual]

When’s the Gront plot not thickening?

You know what he’s like, do you trust that face?

[janetm74]

And here I thought that this was about the scar down his forehead…

[call-me-casual]

80% sure that’s his hair queen

Also turns out this eye business is the LEAST of my worries.

The main issue is I’m trying to do this based on him and the one picture I know of of Lucille, in which her hair is a NIGHTMARE to figure out and since ginger and blonde are codominant from what I know, I am tearing my hair out

Gront is actually the good boy for once. The problem today is his fucking wife

[call-me-casual]

YOU.

[call-me-casual]

Girl this could NOT be you you too pretty

This the evil demon that created the basement tracys

[mama-bird-tracy]

though I am flattered, I'm concerned about these "basement tracys"... Has someone cloned my poor sons? In that case I'll murder that woman in cold blood have a quick chat with them about this.

[call-me-casual]

So with A levels coming up I decided to look at the Tracys again to practice some genetics as revision. I’ve been going through pictures to find references for each character when I found this

What do you have there, Gront?

Mother fucking brown in your eyes?

Chat, what would happen to the genetics of the Tracys if we gave Jeff central heterochromia? (Which is what I’m assuming this would be, since usually his eyes are depicted or stated as blue or grey)

[laughing-moonlight]

This guy just can’t make it easy for us

[call-me-casual]

FACTS

Although from what I can tell, it would solve brown eyes if we were to take that like one image of Lucille from a comic where her eyes look blue. I’m not an expert on heterochromia but I think Virgil and Gordon would be able to inherit the brown?

But yeah, Jeffery Gront Tracy a rat bastard confirmed.

[call-me-casual]

When’s the Gront plot not thickening?

You know what he’s like, do you trust that face?

[janetm74]

And here I thought that this was about the scar down his forehead…

[call-me-casual]

80% sure that’s his hair queen

Also turns out this eye business is the LEAST of my worries.

The main issue is I’m trying to do this based on him and the one picture I know of of Lucille, in which her hair is a NIGHTMARE to figure out and since ginger and blonde are codominant from what I know, I am tearing my hair out

Gront is actually the good boy for once. The problem today is his fucking wife

[call-me-casual]

YOU.