#scott tracy

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[janetm74]

which Tracy is your favorite ? And why

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Why?

Look at the man! The dimples...the smile...but above all else...the self-sacrificing spirit...the utter lack of self-esteem...THE WHUMPABILITY FACTOR...THE ANGST POTENTIAL

What more reason do I need?

Honestly though, growing up Thunderbirds was not my favourite - that honour went to Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons - but around 8 years ago I had a bit of a nervous breakdown and one of my main salvations was being introduced to Thunderbird Fanfiction.

At the time I had never read any fanfic, and the student who suggested it said to pick a fandom and for some reason I picked Thunderbirds.

And the very first fic I read was Never Too Late by @loopstagirl And I was hooked on both Thunderbirds and Scott as my main man from that moment on.

[janetm74fics]

Nana

Based on this prompt by @writingpromptaday

For @edutainer2022 and @phading

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‘We - we met at a Veterans fundraiser.’

Some of the people in the room looked blank, and with a self-conscious laugh she shrugged helplessly, looking for her older sister to come and translate for her.

Scott smiled gently, completely relaxed and still surprised that this was happening to him.

As stated, they had met at the annual TI Veterans Fundraiser when she had literally turned around and bumped into him. Only Scott’s lightning reflexes had stopped his pristine white shirt being turned red.

She’d been so embarrassed that he’d bought her a scotch to calm her nerves, and he had been both mildly horrified and very impressed when she’d downed the $15,000 shot in one gulp.

He had taken her out of the ballroom into a balcony where fresh air combined with the whisky to put a rosy glow on her cheeks.

They had talked. And talked. And talked, long into the night.

It has been a long time since anyone had shown a genuine interest in him as himself. Not as Scott Tracy Commander of IR, or as Scott Tracy head of TI and certainly not as Scott Tracy the billionaire, but she’d never brought up his personas at all.

In fact, they’d mostly talked about the various Veteran charities that would benefit from the night’s fundraiser and their own experiences.

She’d not been a soldier or in any service, but her brother had been in Poland visiting family when the Bereznik civil war broke out and hadn’t managed to escape before the rogue state had attacked Poland and annexed almost all of it.

Her brother was one of the million “missing” - souls who disappeared during the war.

It came as a surprise to both of them when Jeff sought them out to tell them the event had finished.

If his Dad had a certain twinkle in his eye Scott purposely didn’t see it, and he definitely didn’t hear the catcalls from Gordon over the discreet comms that Scott immediately ditched before grabbing her hand and whisking her off to continue their conversation.

He didn’t come home for two days.

And it seemed that only Scott was surprised by how hard he’d fallen.

They talked all the time. And spent every spare moment together. All of his family had made comments about how relaxed he now was.

And then tonight had come up.

Her family that had survived Bereznik, that had been lucky enough to reach the Polish border when the machine of Bereznik turned its attention to neighbouring countries, had finally been persuaded to visit.

It meant a full house at her family’s small apartment, and although they’d been there almost an hour Scott hadn’t met everyone yet.

Unfortunately she didn’t know much Polish, and the four women - three cousins and a grandmother - spoke a dialect that Scott couldn’t place. Her older sister knew quite a lot, thankfully, so they’d left her to translate.

The cousins were stoic but smiley, nodding along to the conversations that so far Scott hadn’t paid attention to as it was just so much noise, but he’d yet to meet her maternal grandmother. She was sat almost with her back to him and with the headscarf she wore Scott couldn’t make out any defining characteristics.

And suddenly they were through the crowd and he was standing there seeing the woman he loved embrace the older woman before him.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t move.

‘Scott, this is my Nana.’

The old woman carefully stood and just before she could topple over she grasped Scott’s forearms. Her grip was fierce, and he could feel the bruising her fingers were leaving.

She leaned forward as if she was going to kiss his cheek. Instead her lips brushed his ear as she spoke.

It was guttural, a language no one else there understood. But Scott understood as she dug her fingers in harder.

He knew no one had noticed what she’d said. Nor had they noticed how hard her eyes were. Or how hard she was clutching him.

But everyone noticed when she let go.

For Scott, as white as a sheet, couldn’t stop himself from running.

Running from that language.

Running from that voice.

Running from that oh so familiar face.

Running from the threat muttered in that blend of German and Polish that only Bereznik faithfuls used…

“Sag es ihr, a ona zginie.”

“Tell her, and she will die.”

[lambsonburn]

Monster AU

Something I've been thinking about recently, started after I read After God and fixated on one panel in particular and knew that Kayo would look incredible in that then it all spiralled.

As a quick aside, some of the monster stuff is like mutations (permanent) or can be activated (like from looking normal to being the monster).

Scott - Dragon/bird being. Semi-permanent form. Transforming too many times will make the forms mix as is what he currently looks like due to his adrenaline junkie days so has to use the power sparingly. The more the two forms mix the less control he has or is more easily blind-sighted by strong emotions.

Virgil - Amalgam quadruped. Has to be activated.

Alan - Grief related. Started when Jeff "died" then spiralled. He's the one that looks the most normal, the change only happening in moments of extreme grief or stress: his screams can shatter bones and burst ear drums whilst a normal speaking voice comes out distorted (something that can draw out someone from hiding, having a hypnotising effect which is most prominent when crying or begging); his eyes seem to glow (also possess a hypnotising effect though if stared at for too long can cause insanity). Can also involuntarily destroy lights when upset.

Gordon - Sea siren. Permanent form. He appears to be a mix of different deep sea creatures and can shift his form at will (though only into other marine creatures, though there is a limit to what he can change to as he will always look humanoid) - his mouth can open into quadrants to reveal a set of teeth. Has a weird beauty about him. Able to enchant people. Can also camouflage into environment or look like a school of smaller creatures.

John - Vampire-esque. He has fangs. I don't have much more than that for now....

Brains - Cyborg. Electric powers. idk.

Kayo - Ghost like. Non permanent form, is to be activated. Incredibly helpful for stealth. Sclera turn black whilst irises are white, black veins seem to spread out form her eyes. Using the power, such as shooting energy through her hand, will cause the skin to become transparent enabling you to see bone and veins.

Jeff - Mutated from space?

Parker - Cloaked guy with a lamp. Think weird creepy guy you'd see in a children's horror book. dont have more than this rn...

Penny - Bird siren. Semi permanent form though is mostly unnoticeable. Uncanny valley-esque beauty. Full tranformation is hidden to be able to lure in prey.

idk about grandma...

please give suggestions and yes i will draw these

[thunderbirds-tracy-island]

[viridian-snow]

....I think they can tell

[eldritchbooky]

scott tracy vs. the media

on rewatch I love how much he hates being on camera like same girl

he REALLY doesn’t like being on camera

[scribbles97]

Bear the Weight

Thank you @janetm74 for sending me THIS post and asking for some Scott and Jen with it! I've not written the OC in a good long while but it was good to get back into her, especially for something so soft...

She’d waited up for him, as she always did no matter how many times he told her she didn’t need to. 

It should have been a quick rescue, a brief detour to deliver fuel to a team stranded out in the pacific after a day of back-to-back meetings in New York that he had felt neither prepared nor qualified for. Instead a freak wave had caught the ship right as he had been handing over the fuel cells, knocking him to the ground and a crew member overboard along with the precious delivery. 

Naturally, he hadn’t hesitated in diving after both. Privately he hoped Gordon would be proud when he eventually watched the footage from Thunderbird One and his body cam. 

If he hadn’t have been drained from dealing with the Board the whole day, the unexpected swim mightn’t have bothered him so much. The fear in his mind of things that could have gone wrong mightn’t have whispered so loud in his ear. 

“Hey,” 

Just one word, the softest greeting chasing out the voice in his head as arms as strong as his own wrapped around him from behind. 

He hadn’t meant to linger in the family kitchen, but the light of the moon on the water surrounding their home had distracted him. It was a calm night in their corner of the Pacific, the light from the sky reflected almost as if in a mirror and he had found himself wondering just what fate had dictated the wave should spare him and the ill-fated crew member. 

Jen’s hands spun him, her eyes immediately searching as she looked over him. 

“What’s on your mind?”

He shook his head, it wasn’t worth spooking her with, them both having nightmares that would keep them awake even later into the night. 

In response, her smile was sad, fully aware of what he was keeping to himself and just how heavy it really was. 

“Come with me.” She murmured, hands slipping into his and tugging gently.

He followed blindly, wordlessly going wherever she led without needing to question her. 

She took him to the pool deck, to the four-poster daybed tucked in the corner at what had long ago been deemed a safe distance from brothers that got too boisterous in the water. He’d gone without protest when she had pulled him down to the cushions, both turning on their sides to face one another. 

His head bowed to hers, foreheads resting lightly against one another and blocking out the world beyond the four posts of the bed. 

The smooth skin of her fingertips brushed lightly over his cheek, the pad of her thumb smoothing softly back and forth over the skin under his ear. She had him, all of him. All of the weight he carried was shouldered by her too, and he knew he should have felt guilty for burdening her with so much. 

Except he didn’t. 

All he could feel was the relief. 

The relief that she had seen his world and decided to stay. She had seen the mess he had been and chosen to step inside it alongside him without hesitation. Jen wasn’t a brother that needed protecting from the reality of all he carried. He couldn’t hide from her, not when they had both laid bare the darkest corners of themselves a lifetime ago and trusted the other wouldn’t use it against them. 

It had taken time, but he had learned to let her shoulder some of what he carried. He had learned that she could and would take it whether he offered the surrender or not. She was strong, perhaps stronger than he ever had been, and he loved her for it. 

He loved her so much, for everything. 

A light breeze blew across them, as warm as the air around them but cooling nonetheless. His shiver was involuntary, his body curling tighter on itself without thought. Jen’s hand reached from his cheek, around to the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, guiding his face down to her shoulder as her lips passed lightly to the side of his head. 

“I’ve got you, honey, close your eyes.” 

Her nails scratched lightly at his scalp, sharp enough to feel but comforting enough to soothe as he felt each of her breaths against the top of his ear. Beyond them he could hear the tide, waves lapping at their shoreline in a constant rhythm as sure as her being there for him at the end of each and every day. 

The cicadas were loud as always, their hum a white noise the whole family had grown to ignore except for when they were really listening. It was better to listen to them than the voice that had been whispering in his mind all afternoon. 

Jen wasn’t musical, not in the slightest, but that never stopped her from humming softly when it suited her. Always a made-up melody that would jump and stutter, but still as soothing to him as anything Virgil played on the piano. 

His shoulders felt lighter but his eyes felt heavy as he leaned more into her, knowing beyond doubt that if he didn’t move soon they’d be there until Gordon woke for his laps. 

“We should go upstairs.” He whispered, the words reluctant and forced. Maybe she wouldn’t hear him, maybe they would stay there all night.

“In a bit.” She whispered back with another press of her lips to his head, “There’s no rush, honey.”

There was still reports to file, documents to look at from the Board as a matter of urgency, but he knew she was right.

It could wait. 

And he could rest his head on her shoulder, and trust her to carry the weight with him.