#Virgil Tracy

[blmrsdcyr]

Hey, it’s Belemir 💚

I just wanted to say a massive THANK YOU to everyone who reblogged, commented, or liked my intro post. I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome — you guys made my day (and week, honestly).

I feel like I’ve finally found my people. 🥹💚As someone who loves drawing, writing, and quietly obsessing over a certain green Thunderbird pilot 😌🚁, finding this corner of the internet feels like home.

I couldn’t reply to each RB (Tumblr was being dramatic 💅), but please know I’ve seen and appreciated every single one. You all rock! 💥Let’s keep this fandom alive, weird, and full of feels.🛠️💚

Much love from Türkiye 🇹🇷 🤍

Artwork by me :⁠-⁠)

[call-me-casual]

*throws WIP snippet at you and runs*

Virgil scrambled frantically down the slope, stumbling under his own and Alan's weight. Behind them, the voices yelled in rage, shrubbery stomped down and destroyed. His mind raced with one frantic plea; please don't trip up, don't trip up…

If they tripped, they were dead.

"Lights…trees… car!" John's voice cracked as the redhead hurtled over roots, one skinny hand clutched tight around Gordon wrist, and Virgil stomach churned as the crack of something else reached his ears.

Oh crap, oh crap. They have a gun.

This was it. It had to be. They were going to die. They were all going to get shot and die and no one would ever find them and Dad would be all alone. No one would find them. Was this what happened to Scott? Did he feel like this? No, no Scott was alive, but they'd never find him because they were going to-

Light burst into his vision, and Virgil faltered, eyes straining. He could hear an engine, and… a voice? A familiar voice.

"GET IN, KIDS! NOW!"

[violet-fire-cat]

See I can draw them as humans! I'm not limited to just ponies dfgh

Three out of five Tracy's! These are from aaaages ago, I was originally going to draw all five and make a nice set, but got distracted by other stuff and can't be bothered to go back and do the other two now pfft. Maybe I will one day, but for now, there's just three.

Was experimenting a bit with lineless art at the time, and these were fun!

[tinytracys]

Alright folks, we only have one chance to get this right - I need 45 degrees clockwise in 3, 2, 1…

[thebirdfantasy]

ARM OVER SHOULDER. ARM OVER SHOULDER. ARM OVER SHOULDER. ARM OVER SHOULDER.

SO BROTHERLY

Season 1 Episode 17

[sina-camilo]

I don't think there's another green color in the world that I haven't used for this art. (I'm getting sick of everything green, I'm seeing everything green.)

I wanted to see if I could channel digital art into oil and watercolor, and I think I was a bit unsuccessful... and I don't know why it's become like a puzzle...🧩

The background painting is not mine and someone sent it to me a while ago and then suddenly deleted their blog. So I'm very curious to know whose art this is. I think it's a combination of watercolor and gouache because I feel like the clouds are more artificial than usual. It's so beautiful... I searched for this on Pinterest and even Google, hoping someone might be able to find the person who drew this, but nothing came up.(I'm dying of curiosity!)🙂‍↔️

[edorazzi]

Time for more Tracy Island comics - this time it's a Supermarionation crossover special largely inspired by some of @call-me-casual's posts! ✨🏝️✨

Gordon crosses currents with an old coworker who can't resist some backhanded compliments about his new job; John gets harassed in the workplace; Alan makes his first mortal enemy; and Virgil tries to peacekeep from a distance with a VERY firm grip on Scott to stop him copying the indestructible Captain Scarlet! >:/

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

Happy 10th anniversary to Thunderbirds Are Go!!! How has it been 10 whole years omg??!!!

This show means so damn much to me. I remember watching the premiere and immediately being hooked, it's shaped me, it's revived my love of drawing and creativity, it's helped me meet some of my best friends and it's been such a comfort to me in some of the roughest moments of my life. I am still alive because of TAG and the knock on effects it's had in my life. International Rescue saved my life.

I can't express how much I love this show and all it's qualities and flaws, every little dent, every little hair, every quote and line, every musical note and tone, every reference. From Ring Of Fire to Long Reach, this whole show is built on pure love. 🩵💚❤️💛🧡

[tbtwo]

been showing the series to a friend who's never seen it before. had to get the virg fix

[kookieroosins]

Bro...

[reeveskryze]

Thunderbirds 2004 The Tracy boys in their suits

[coco9728]

This was a lot of fun to create!😂😈

A post card to the Hood whilst he's in prison, from the Tracy brothers.

[thunderbird1lover]

Here's another painting I just finished for a friend. I'm kinda proud of this one I think it turned out better than the TB2 I did previously

[tinytracys]

Hey family, I hunted and gathered and heavy-lifted this nutritious dinner for you all!

[violet-fire-cat]

Okay I've been debating posting these for ages but screw it, I spent too long on them to just let them sit in my folders so they're getting posted! (Sorry to my followers, you're gonna have to deal with me jumping into another fandom for a bit pfft)

Basically, literally a decade ago, I watched Thunderbirds in the height of my brony phase and drew the Tracy's as ponies. Now, more recently, I rewatched it, and I drew them all as ponies again. And ever since I've been drawing them a lot I love them!

But uh, yeah! Here's these! There will probably be more so look out for that I guess x)

[thebirdfantasy]

Encounter — Part 1/2

Set before Designation 22-031 and Umber Eyes Got heaps of help once again from @thundergirl007-writes and @elester01 We un-Virgiled him yet again sorry @spectre-0ne

He knows the floor plans of this place by heart after having spent the past week memorising everything. Steel capped boots automatically steer nearer to the crumbling concrete walls, avoiding the pools of blood he's leaving behind. He keeps his breathing steady.

The butt of the heavy rifle lifts towards his shoulder, right under his collar. Through the scope, a target is acquired from across the hallway. Maintaining a sturdy posture, he adjusts his aim by a millimetre.

A soft "pft", sounds from the gun, followed by a crisp kick travelling up his arm before silence returns. The silhouette from across the hallway crumples silently.

Satisfied, the agent exhales coolly, and prowls on.

"This is wrong..." Gordon stares at the trail of bodies, all of whom don faces that he recognises. He lets out a shaky breath that fogs over the miasma of copper, "Why would anyone do this?"

He turns to the officer dressed in full GDF armour; the man’s headlights scan every corner of the very room that they have just entered. "Tracy Industries is an important corporation, Lieutenant.” He states. “You can't be that surprised over a mass shooting?"

"You think this could be some kind of petty revenge act?"

The officer turns without making eye contact. "It usually is." His eyes trail over the windows thoroughly. "More blood for blood already spilled tends to leave the world drowning in sorrow." He grimly quotes.

Gordon sombrely hums in response. What hollow soul has the right to walk into a building and strip its people of their lives? Have they no heart!?

His fists clench, knuckles whitening from pressure until he spots among the bloodbath — a vibrant coloured body beyond the mess of bloodshed. A sharp gasp escapes in a breath. A spark of hope flitters in his bronze eyes as he darts to kneel closely to the woman, completely ignoring how the red floor stains his blue neoprene suit.

"Wait!" He calls out to the GDF officer before pressing two fingers into the crook of her neck. The officer lowers his weapon, eyeing the rescue operative with determination as seconds pass by.

However, unease rewires his posture in an instant when he notices thin curls of steam rising from the blood-slicked floor, it glistens against the beam of his headlight, past the tenebrous atmosphere. “Is she…?” His grip tightens on the handle once again.

"She's alive!" Gordon exclaims, wasting no time in reaching for her chin to position her head upright. Carefully, he strokes away locks of auburn hair before leaning over her to listen out for breathing.

A faint, warm breeze brushes his ear and relief washes over the rescue operative. He wastes no time searching her over for injuries as he scrambles to his feet. "Thunderbird Five! send medics to my location! We've got a survi-"

Except what Gordon could never have anticipated, is that just as he turned around, a broad figure steps from behind the relieved officer. The stranger's face protected by the murk of the dilapidated building.

“-Look out!” Gordon had yelled.

But it was too late; black gloved hands were already wrapped over both sides of the GDF officer's jaws. The body dropped to the floor upon the snap.

Within that same second, time froze, all that was left was Gordon whose mouth drops open in shock. He shakily breathes in, but before he can take a real look at the monster, a force knocks him down from behind his shins and his back meets the red splattered concrete.

The dense red seeps into the neoprene under him, its wet, sticky sensation grabs his focus for a split second; long enough for a pale figure to rise above him. The auburn-haired woman grins down at him, her face suddenly blurs like static, until he is met by a familiar menacing glare.

It all makes sense now.

"Hood!" Snarls the aquanaut, he slams his elbows into the grimy concrete and forces himself upwards. Only for the heel of a dense, black boot to press firmly into his chest, its weight effectively pinning him back down into the cold, sticky floor.

The owner of the aforementioned boot makes himself known, the murderer darkly chuckles through the black metallic mask that covers the bottom half of his face as umber eyes hover triumphantly over the diver beneath his weight. Gordon couldn’t help but shudder under the cold gleam of the killer.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Gordon Tracy.” The Hood grins. “You rescue operatives are so easy to lure into traps. It’s quite a shame I haven’t killed you yet…”

Though Gordon wasn’t listening to The Hood’s villainous monologue, his mind too occupied by umber the eyes of the masked face. Something about the shape of them feels familiar. Gordon never noticed his family’s greatest enemy slowly trail his speech off to a stop. The Hood raises an eyebrow at the interaction between the Tracy and the henchman.

There’s almost a look of disappointment on the mastermind’s face, but it’s shunned away by a bright gleam. "Oh, don't tell me you've already forgotten what your brother looks like?" He teases.

Unable to speak without fear of the man forcing his boot further into his lungs, the pinned aquanaut frowns in confusion at the words.

Though, before he can even process the meaning behind them, The Hood starts again with a new set of words: “Reveal yourself.”

In due seconds, the black mask — originally covering the lower half of the henchman’s face — is removed with a swift pull, and-

“-No…” The sound came out as an involuntary gasp. The man took it as sign to press his boot further into the aquanaut's lungs. "Virg-!" Gordon rasps, his eyes widen in disbelief despite the pain on his chest.

With Virgil’s square jawline now exposed, his eyes have sharpened. Dark eyebrows furrow, almost as if expressing some form of anger, and yet, he doesn’t make eye contact. Gordon nearly shudders, his eyes track Virgil’s own, searching for any signs of his real brother, only to catch sight of what seemed like the barrel of a gun pointing out from the back of familiar broad shoulders, those very same shoulders were veiled in black BDU, almost like some militarised uniform.

"What's wrong?" Sneers The Hood upon noticing this. "Aren't you happy to see your beloved brother alive?"

Gordon continues to scan the figure above him where he finds a sidearm holstered at each hip, this can't be Virgil. Virgil would never work for The Hood, if this was really Virgil, there would be fear in his eyes, or shame, or regret, or literally anything that's not this stone-cold stare.

"He's always been strong…" The Hood starts, leaning over to make his grin more visible. "But strength can be such a waste… Without guidance."

To be continued…