#squiddokiddo asks

[gladysthegeranium]

Hi Gladys.

How exactly do you type? Are you hooked up to the internet somehow? Do you use your leaves to press the keys? Are you telepathic and you get Ned to type up all your posts for you?

Hello squiddokiddo

Thank you for your question. I don't type as you might think of typing, in that I don't press keys or tap a screen. I communicate using a motion recognition programme that interprets my movements into words. You could say I dance! The technology was developed to help humans who struggled to communicate.

I have to correct it sometimes, so I tend not to "speak' to people in real time apart from Ned. Ned is rather inclined towards a view of doom clumsiness though so his interpretations of my voice are not always accurate. That's why it's great to be on here!

[squiddokiddo]

Love your fandom asks: 10, 11, 24!

Sorry for the wait!! Been struggling with a couple of these questions. (;^^)

10• A blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter.

There are a few people who come to mind, all who I love very dearly but I want to mention @tracybirds. They are such a patient, supportive and kind person who supported me after I tried to take my own life and defended me when I was being targeted.

They started the @thunder-pride event to raise awareness and celebrate our LGBTQIA+ thundernerds and queer fandom content. They brought a group of us together, people who I'd never even spoken to before and they're now some of my best friends.

Bri you are amazing, don't forget that ever!!

11• If you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

I think I already answered this question previously but I've done more art since then so I'm happy to answer again.

This one of Virgil, I have a bit of a perfectionism problem in that I feel like everything I share with the fandom has to be perfect. I had a colour palette I wanted to do something with and I was not in the mood to make a whole intricate and clean piece so I just did a scratch up for fun and I loved it so I posted. It's kicked off the concept in my head that nothing I make has to be perfect and I'm allowed to draw for fun and share that with others.

And my most recent one, Gordon and my OC Squirt on the sofa. I just got this idea in my head and sketched it up, not intending it to be that good but like I have no idea how I managed to draw Squirt laying upside down like that, also Gordon's face is just perfect to me.

24• How has fandom positively impacted your life?

It reignited my love for art, you guys are always so supportive of my artwork which means so much. Also through support of my fandom friends, I've discovered that I'm allowed to set boundaries and I don't have to try and please everyone. I'm still learning but it's already made a positive impact.

Ask game

[thunderfledgeling]

⋆.⊹*𖦹 Thunderfledgeling 𖦹*⊹.⋆

(a roleplay blog for @squiddokiddo's oc)

Hello!! Welcome to my blog!! I haven't done a real, proper intro yet and I wanted to make one so y'all know a bit more about me.

Name: Sea-Squirt Tracy (but y'all can just call me Squirt)

Age: I am 12 years old.

Gender: No gender only chaos!! >:3

Pronouns: They/Them

Favourite Colour: I love all colours but I really like yellow.

Home Life: I live on Tracy Island with my brothers Scott, Virgil, Alan, Gordon and John, my sister Kayo, my Grandma and our family friend Brains. I'm adopted and originally from the UK but I don't really want to discuss my birth family rn.

Career: I am International Rescue's first ever cadet, I am training to become an aquanaut under Gordon and Virgil's guidance. I still have to go to regular school 3 times a week tho ugh...

Hobbies: I like gaming and drawing and swimming and scuba diving and climbing and rock pooling and skateboarding (tho I'm not very good at it) and destroying my brothers in pillow fights.

Strengths and Flaws: I've been told that I'm determined and driven but I'm also stubborn. Virgil says I'm accident prone which I kinda have to agree with him there, the infirmary is my second home. (;^^)

Achievements: Passing my PADI course and that one time I grabbed a seagull in mid air (don't worry he was fine)

My blog: I'm just here to share stories, make friends, chat with my brothers' biggest fans and have fun. You're all welcome to ask stuff about me and my fam and tell me about your day.💛💛

Important links:

:⊹*𖦹Boundaries𖦹*⊹:

:⊹*𖦹Pronoun Check𖦹*⊹:

[deepseasquidbro]

Introducing the Squid Bro!!

Another Thunderbirds RP blog by @squiddokiddo

Hey!! This is supposed to be my pinned post but I literally have no idea what I'm doing so I'm just going to copy @thunderfledgeling because I can.

Name: Gordon, Gords, Gordo, fishface, depends who's asking.

Age: Hey man, I ain't telling you that. Just know I'm old enough to rent a car yet still young enough to be ID checked for everything.🙃

Gender: Squidboy lol.

Pronouns: He/Him but I'm chill with They/Them too.

Fave Color: Bet you can't guess.😏

Home: I live under a rock it seems since it took me this long to make a blog here... In all seriousness, I live on Tracy Island with the big bros Scott, Virg & John (if you consider the section of outer space above us as part of the island that is), my little bro Allie, our sister Kayo, Grandma, our good buddy Brains and the lil baby sib Squirt.

Career: (Damn, this kid really thought to put EVERYTHING on here huh...) This is gonna be super obvious but I am International Rescue's Aquanaut and pilot of the best Thunderbird. I also work with multiple ocean preservation and clean up charities doing talks at big events from time to time, raising awareness and getting stuck in and picking up trash and checking in on the creatures they've rescued... And paperwork...

I also spent some time in WASP and on the US Olympic swim team but that's ancient history lol, we're focusing on the here and now.

Hobbies: Swimming, surfing, scuba diving, beach combing, little bit of guitar and ukulele, keeping little gremlins in check, volleyball, sometimes crafting (yeah the squid also has a creative streak) destroying Alan at chess, being destroyed by John at chess and the occasional cooking.

Strengths and flaws: Literally have no flaws, I'm perfect and that's a strength... I'm kidding!! I can definitely be little oblivious sometimes, I also get bored easily and I struggle to focus on anything that I'm not interested in. I also have no idea how to bake a perfect crust on a pie, I have tried it is impossible!! Idk how Scott does it!!

Achievements: Won gold in the Olympics, broke the world record for 100m butterfly blah blah blah, again ancient history... I think one of my more important achievements was getting my degree in marine biology via WASP's study programme.

My blog: (Goddamnit Squirt, why do you need so many categories??) Like the kid said, I'm here to chill and have fun, maybe answer some questions and chat with you guys, keep an eye on a certain small individual and maybe post memes idk.

[thatkidwholikesthunderbirds]

Hi. Can you please not send me random stuff on my art blog?

I want to keep this space for artwork only and answering asks that aren't on topic will clog up my blog, I thought I'd answer just this once to make you aware.

If anyone wants to talk to me about stuff that isn't art related or thunderbirds my main is @squiddokiddo.

Thanks.

[idontknowreallywhy]

The lovely @hebuiltfive sent this ask from @squiddokiddo’s excellent March of the OC’s ask game about four OCs. I will answer conventionally about three of them, but the fourth requires a little extract to explain…

Bez’s favourite Thunderbird

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Scott cautiously patted Bez on the head and murmured his thanks for the gift of… err… whatever the giant green drool-soaked plushie monster Bez had deposited at his feet was meant to be. Some kind of chunky lizard? A turtle… but with a zip on its belly?

The dog backed away and looked at him expectantly. Ah. He needed to physically accept the gift. Ugh… but he could literally see dog-spit-bubbles gleaming on the fuzzy surface. Shudder. Come on Tracy, you’ve dealt with grosser things in Gordon’s bedroom…

Acting with the kind of caution he’d exercise towards potentially explosive toxic waste, Scott picked the item up with a thumb and forefinger, and dangled it in the air as far from his body as possible to inspect. It spun slowly in the air to reveal a very familiar yellow, red and white pattern on the top side and his jaw dropped in delighted surprise.

The shape, he could now see, was almost recognisable but it had been significantly squashed and white stuffing was poking out from several holes. Other sections had evidently been firmly re-stitched together which only emphasised how the rest of the original seams were on the point of bursting. The tail was hanging on by mere threads. Bez sat up tall on his hind legs and looked immensely proud of himself.

“Oh Bez… whatever would Virgil say?”

Scott coughed to repress the snigger that thought had prompted and then bit his lip, not wanting to offend the giant animal by laughing in his face. His body shook a little as he crouched and reverently placed the mutilated toy back down in front of its owner but he kept his cool. Said owner eyed him and then promptly picked it up and put it more decisively on top of Scott’s shoes.

“Goodness you are highly honoured Scott, he won’t let me near Thunderbird Chew! I’ve had to sneak her away while he sleeps to carry out routine maintenance in the dead of night and… err, Scott? Are you ok?”

Scott lost control and his shoulders shook as he crammed a hand into his mouth to suppress the giggles.

Thunderbird Chew! Now he really couldn’t wait to tell Virgil!

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[samcat71470558]

asked mom if the drawing I'm making looks good, and she replied with "um, I wouldn't call it good". Guess I'm starting over then :(

it was yours btw @squiddokiddo, sp u can ignore the ask bc I'm making another one then...

[tagsecretsanta]

From @squiddokiddo

From @squiddokiddo to @lenfantdeverone

-Letters and Wishes-

Prompts used: Baby Alan writing to santa and Scott receiving an emotional gift. (kinda... Heavy leaning on Alan and letters though)

I'm not much of a writer but I hope you enjoy this little drabble. It has taken many twists in development that I wasn't expecting and has turned into this. Warning, you may need some tissues.

Ps. I've also included a little festive stocking filler for you, at the end. ₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

"Alan!! Get your ass up here!!" Scott yelled down the old loft stairs. What on earth was he doing?

"I will." A call came back. "I'm just writing my letter to Santa!!" 

Well that explained it...

Scott rolled his eyes. "Aren't you a little old to be writing to Santa?" He huffed as he lifted a large box of baubles. "We kinda need your help with the decorations up here!!"

"Yeah in a minute!!"

Every damn year... 

"You know how important that letter is to him." Virgil interjected "Let him finish it, I'm sure we can manage."

"Fine but you're picking up the slack for him." Before Virgil could protest, his brother had shoved the box of baubles into his arms. "Check those will ya, want to make sure none of them are broken."

"Well if they weren't broken before they definitely are now..." John shot from the other side of the loft, he'd assigned himself the task of fairy light maintenance and hadn't looked up from his work for ages. "Some of those decorations are are family heirlooms Scott, be a little more gentle will you?"

Scott turned on his heel dramatically "Can you blame me John??" He stomped over to the astronaut in question, the floor boards squeaking under his footfall took away any sense of seriousness there may have been. "We don't have much time to get all of these decorations up and since we're missing a pair of hands we..." Scott paused as he mentally counted his brothers " Wait where's Gordon?."

Just as if a sparkly Cuthulu had been summoned, a tinsel covered form raised it's head out of one of the larger boxes.

"Here, I'm trying to find the ends of this tinsel, it's damn near impossible." He wriggled about in the shimmery material causing the box to topple over, various decorations spilling out across the floor.

"Little help?"

John and Virgil came to his aid, pulling him up and untying him from his sparkly prison while Scott handled the scattered trinkets. As he was scooping the last few up, something caught his eye. An envelope, red with crudely scrawled writing on the front. He picked it up and read the address.

"To Mr S Claus, the North Pole."

"Wait Grandma actually kept those letters? Weren't they basically just our requests for toys?" Virgil asked removing the last bit of tinsel from his brother.

"Oh, this should be good." Gordon grinned "Open it, let's see if we can guess who's it is just by the list of toys they wanted!!"

Curious about it's contents, Scott proceeded to open the envelope, being careful not to damage it. He pulled out the letter inside, glitter and sequins spilling out and onto the floor. Another mess he'd have to clean up...

"Well that rules John out." Gordon giggled and John shot him a look.

"I thought glitter would be too distracting for him, remember I really wanted that telescope and I wanted to make sure that I got the message across clearly."

Scott shushed them and began to read the letter aloud.

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

Dear Santa

What I really want for Christmas is my daddy to come back. He was trying to save someone and he went missing but Virgil said that your magic doesn't work that way and you wouldn't be able to bring him back. Even if you really really really wanted to.

So instead I want to ask for this. 

Please could you tell John come home for Christmas? He hasn't left Thunderbird 5 since dad disappeared.

Can you ask Virgie to play us some carols on the piano? I haven't heard him play in a very long time and grandma loves carols.

Can you make Gordon smile again? He used to play with me all the time and make me laugh but now he always says too tired to hang out with me. I think he might actually be upset.

Can Scotty have a break. He's been working all the time for ages and ages and he always seems angry or sad. He has so much nasty paperwork to do and when he's not doing that he's flying Thunderbird 1 and saving people.

This Christmas I want him to relax, it's not fair that he has to be so busy. Grandma says that he's going to work himself to the bone and he's already really boney. I don't want my brother to turn into a skeleton.

My daddy used to always used to help me write to you. I'm going to write you a letter every year for him, even when I'm 108 years old.

Love Alan Tracy.

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

At the lounge table, Alan gazed down at his masterpiece, it was perfect, best letter he'd ever written along with the best glitter glue art he'd ever made. 

He sat for a moment, admiration turning into embarrassment, thinking about what Scott had said. He would be 16 next year, practically an adult, he was definitely way too old to be writing letters to Santa Claus, he stopped believing in the magical bearded gift wizard years ago. But he didn't want to stop.

He missed dad. 

A gentle hand on his shoulder halted the spiralling thoughts. He turned to see his grandma's warm smile.

"Why the long face kid? Your letter is looking amazing this year." She said softly, gently pushing the discarded art supplies aside to get a good look at her grandson's creation.

"Grandma, I-". He paused, not being able to find the words. "Don't you think I'm too old for this? To be writing letters to a man I know doesn't exist?"

She knelt to his level and pulled him close rubbing his back soothingly.

"You can never be too old for something you enjoy, sweetheart."

"I just feel like dad would have wanted me to be more useful now that I'm older, ya know. We don't get a lot of time to have Christmas, I could be decorating or making lunch or helping prepare for the winter rescue rush..." He swallowed, tears begining to brim, trying not to let them spill. "want to honour dad, I want to remember him."

Grandma Tracy pulled away to meet the boy's gaze.

"Alan, writing those letters is honouring your dad. I know he valued hard work and did everything in his power to make Christmas happen every year but what he loved most of all was taking some time out to write your letters to Santa with you."

Alan remained silent.

"And if it's what you love too then it's what he would have wanted, to know that you're doing something you love whether it's useful-" she gestured some air quotations "or not."

She gently cupped her grandson's face in her hands and brushed away his tears. Big blue eyes gazed into hers.

"He'd be so proud of you Alan."

The old lady reached to plant a kiss on his forehead and Alan sniffled a watery smile before drying his eyes.

"Now then if you're finished with your letter, why don't you go see if your brothers need your help." She stood picking up the sparkly paper from the table and slipping it into an envelope, red just like all the ones that came before. "I can't wait to see what you make next year."

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

Scott swallowed struggling to read the last few words aloud.

"Love Alan Tracy..." 

The silence was deafening. The nostalgic guessing game long forgotten in the hopeful words of an eight year old boy.

Scott dried his eyes on the back of his sleeve. "I had no idea... I..."

"I don't think anyone did." Virgil added his arm snaking around his brother's frame.

Gordon and John were still sat on the floor the younger's face buried into the older's shoulder, both silent in mutual disbelief.

"After all that pain, all he was worried about was us..."

The sound of footsteps thudding up the loft stairs brought them back to the present as Alan appeared at the top step.

"Hey guys, I've finished my letter and-"

Four pairs of tearful eyes turned to meet him.

"Uhh... What's going on?" He gingerly stepped towards them. "You guys ok?"

As soon as he was within arm's reach, Scott grabbed his little brother into a tight hug, clinging on for dear life. It wasn't long before the others joined them in the embrace, circling around the smallest Tracy.

"I'm sorry." Scott mumbled into Alan's blonde locks. 

"For what?" The boy struggled to talk under the weight of his siblings.

"Your letters, I should have known, they help you stay close to dad right?"

Alan could feel the tears welling up again, nodding sheepishly.

"He'd love that you're keeping up the tradition for him."Virgil said squeezing tighter. "And you'll never be too old for that." 

They all stayed there for a moment, just feeling the closeness and love of one another.

And there were those words again, it was a bitter sweet comfort.

"He'd be so proud of you..."

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.⊹

[astranite]

Sewing a Sea Creatures shirt!

Long story short, I impulsively started sewing a button up shirt with very bright sea creature patterned fabric.

The Fabric. It’s just basic woven cotton. Pretty sure it’s from spotlight. I love the pattern so much. I love the Ocean!!!)

@squiddokiddo​ you kinda might have inspired me just a tiny bit (or a lot!). 

So today I was kinda like: Why does Gordon get all the cool button up shirts, I want cool button up shirts too!

(I have another shirt with little space planets on it and I love it to pieces. But I need more. And its so hard to find shirts that have cool patterns and actually fit right.)

Me: I Need sea creatures shirts. But I can’t find any good ones :(

Also me: You have the Power To Create Them though (aka moderateish sewing skills and Determination.)

Me: No, no. there are probably other things I should be working on. And I don’t really know what I’m doing.

Also me: ...You know you have fabric with sea creatures on it around here somewhere.

Me: I do... *rummaging through fabric stash* Ah ha!

Also me: Winging it (with some knowledge) is a very valid option. SEA CREATURE SHIRT!!!

Me: This is actually possible. And I want it. SEA CREATURE SHIRT!!!!!!

So yeah. Did my research, planning and most of my pattern drafting this afternoon. Not quite what I was supposed to be doing but it was either trying to attempt a thing I knew I would not make any progress on and would upset/frustrate me but I Should be doing, or being positively productive albeit in a sideways way. (and have done the asking for help on the other thing but no email back)

I’m drafting it off an existing short sleeve button up I own. Tracing, maths and a lot of measuring bits of fabric and seeing how to put it together is involved. It fits pretty well though I think I’ll make a few adjustments while I’m at it. 

Does this seem like the hard way to do it? Yeah, but for some reason commercial patterns never keep my attention for long enough to finish the thing. And honestly, reverse engineering and problem solving is Fun. I like figuring out how stuff works. And I’m a very weird combo of Must be exacting and precise, and Winging it. You might be able to tell I thrive off challenge and novelty.

Also wacky patterned button ups and socks with cool patterns of sea creatures (and also space) is like 70% of my deliberate aesthetic. (the rest is flannel and work boots lol)

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Ghost of the Sea

-Part 11-

Ghost of the Sea is back with a new chapter. And its spoopy time! >:3

Ao3 link here!

@uniwolfcorn @teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @amistrio @thundergeek59 @riallasheng @dreamycloud @mothmannerly @room-on-broom @squiddokiddo @westernstardh

-0-0-0-

Strange apparitions started to show up at night at Marineville. It began shortly after Stingray's rescue. First, its started off as nothing more than shadows in the dark corners. Then, gates began to open on their own, lights flickering in some places and strange sounds echoing in the hall ways.

Reports from WASP Sailors and Airmen alike began to piling up.

If that wasn't bad enough, the poor Commander had to deal with these ridiculous reports.

In this particular, dark and gloomy night, it was no exception.

"First the rumors of the Ghost Creature, now some drunkards decided to do ghosts pranks at Marineville!? Since when has the world gone mad!?" Shore cried in frustration as he threw his arms in the air.

"Gee... Reminds me of the 'Invisible Enemy Incident'..." Fisher mumbled to himself as he was working on the terminals of the Control Room.

"Lieutenant Fisher, that's like comparing cold to frost." Deadpanned the Commander.

"But... Are you sure these aren't, g-gosts?" asked the sub-lieutenant, as he was trying to control his trembling fingers from screwing up the switches.

After a long sigh of desperation, Commander Shore let out a groan, "For the 71th time: Ghosts. Don't. Exist!"

~~~

Within Troy and Phones' quarters, things also weren't as peaceful as the rest of the WASP base.

The two Stingray aquanauts and the two women who were taking shelter at their home, Marina and Atlanta, got accustomed to the racket the strange phenomenon had provided within the last nights.

Well, aside from poor Phones, who jumps at every strange sound or suspicious movement.

He would look around at every corner where it was dimly lit, then at the clock to see if time was tempered, and then push his nose up into a book he was failing to focus in a feeble attempt to forget the mysterious 'visitors' in their home.

But his shiny face covered in sweat spoke otherwise.

"Phones, if the ghosts aren't hurting you, why are you so worried?" asked Atlanta, placing a tray of food and beverage on the table.

"G-Ghosts scare me..." was a small whimper.

Troy couldn't help but to shake his head with empathy, "I think you've read too many ghost stories..." He sighed before taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee.

Marina approached the terrified Hydrophones operator and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. She immediately recoiled. He was as cold as an iceberg from the Artic!

Phones gave her a sad smile, "O-Oh don't mind me. I'm just being a silly coward, that's all."

Troy and Atlanta made painful noises of pity.

Turning heel towards a sofa, the beautiful lady of the sea walked over it to grab a warm blanket. Then went over to him to place it over his shoulders.

"Gee, thanks," Phones mumbled softly.

Suddenly, the lights within the quarters flickered. Everyone froze at the sudden chill that ran down their spines, as their safe haven have been tampered before their eyes.

Then, the lights cut off, plunging the two pairs of men and women into the darkness of the night, with nothing but the eery dim lights from the light poles outside seeping through the curtains of the large windows.

Quickly, Troy snatched a big flashlight that he put down next to his chair, and the other three cradled next to him. All standing in the same spot- the middle of the lounge -with alert and awareness of stone fishes.

At first, the whole quarters stood still. Deathly silence was the only presence in the void of the twilight.

Pounding heartbeats from the terrified WASP aquanauts were the only sound that they could hear.

For a moment, the Stingray crew thought they felt familiar strong presence in the room. And the Captain was sure he saw a faint shadow in the light of his flashlight.

"Who's there?" demanded Troy in a slightly firm voice.

Nothing said a sound or a word... until a grim, and deep whisper broke the silence.

"... Nobody..."

Suddenly, the poor Stingray Captain found himself being squished tightly by his close partner and the two women, shaking with terror as their wide eyes stared into the dim darkness of their quarters.

"D-Did you guys h-hear that!?" Phones whimpered in panic.

Troy could only nod, feeling the shivers gradually crept all over his body.

He had never felt such fear in all of his life! And it was probably the second time he thought so since the 'Ghost Creature' incident.

His heart nearly jumped when he heard a noise coming from the front door!

"Girls, hide! Phones, take anything to smash some heads in! I'll take the chair!" commanded Troy as he picked up a chair.

As everyone took position, and Phones found an umbrella to use as a weapon, the two aquanauts waited at the door.

Then, it opened. And the two partners pounced!

Troy and Phones shouted as they lifted their makeshift weapons above their heads!

But suddenly:

"Good Heavens, Troy! You nearly gave this old seadog a heart attack!" yelled a well-known old man who had nearly fell off of his Hoverchair.

"Oh... Sorry, Commander," the Captain winced as he quickly put the chair down to its rightful place.

"W-We thought you were a g-ghost..." Phones jittered, slowly lowering the umbrella.

"Ghost!? For Pete's sake, man! What's wrong with you!? This ain't an ep of Goosebumps!" Commander Shore cried in dismay.

"But... We're sorta being attacked, sir!" Troy protested, just as the girls came out of hiding, visibly shaken but unharmed.

He quickly noticed his Commander resisting an eye-roll at ridiculousness of the situation.

"By what? By some mild inconveniences?" The old seadog squinted his eyes at the lot.

The Captain turned to his friends, all of them sharing painful looks of embarrassment. More so with poor old Phones.

"Can you blame us, father?" Atlanta steps in, her voice slightly shaking, "We heard a voice out of nowhere!"

"A voice?" the commander raised a brow, "What voice? Did you just hear it or were you lot lacking some sleep, lately?"

"No! It answered Troy's question when he thought somebody was here! 'Nobody' it said," his daughter steadfastly explained.

"Hmm... 'Nobody' it said? Commander Shore echoed as he began scratching his chin.

Everyone nodded at him. Suddenly, the sense of suspicion became more visible in his dark-greyish blue eyes.

The crew looked at each other with tense worry. Until, their Commander suddenly uttered;

"This is getting... oddly familiar..."

Tbc...

[moth-a-day]

I just wanted to let you know that these things exist:

I'm now on a personal mission to collect them all.

O yes I was aware!

I actually own the micro luna moth but I do plan to get more since you dont find moth plushies like these

[melmac78]

@squiddokiddo - (TW: Romance, in point D but nothing explicit)

I don’t have many for Virgil that aren’t common for all, but here’s the few I have.

They are pretty much all TAG but point B. Can be read TOS/TAG. (I have no headcanon a for the movie version except - for all but Alan, they are treated better script wise)

A. Virgil trained primarily as a paramedic/EMT then engineering second because if what a team did to save his life and foot after the avalanche. He only studied engineering more after a bad rescue at a sub standard mall that the engineer took a shortcuts.

B. He’s the one who tested the snooze buttons (a type of bubble sticker that administers a sedative on an unruly patient) in space settings because John had already been a Guinea pig for another test and was having bc a really bad day.

C. Virgil learned a lot of ways to incapacitate someone without hurting them from Parker. He also learned ways to sedate people through that way if all legal means were exhausted, so he didn’t contradict his oath to take care of people. He usually doesn’t use them, but has a couple of times due to things beyond any of their control at a rescue. 

D. Kayo/Virgil. I personally prefer keeping get platonic, as it is, the kid show, but for the two I just felt they worked better together than the pushed Kayo/Scott version.

Thanks for the asks! 

[squiddokiddo]

number 8 please :D >>You hope more people will come to appreciate... (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

Sorry for the wait, been swamped with other stuff recently. (;^^)

Uhh this took some thought but I really want more people to appreciate Gordon being responsible and reliable/Gordon being a big brother trope.

It's common to see him and Alan being grouped as "the babies" and the others as "the older bros" and within the older bros there's lots of them taking turns in being the shoulder to cry on and taking charge which I don't see a lot with the younger two.

Icarus wasn't a great episode in terms of story but the reason why it's one of my favourites is because we actually get to see Gordon being very emotionally in touch with others and being a big brother to Tom the competition winner. Tom immediately latches to this squid like a limpet and Gordon is surprised but just kinda accepts his role of babysitter, no complaints. He's super patient, he always listens to what Tom has to say, he explains things to him in a way that a kid would understand but also doesn't dumb it down as if Tom is stupid or anything, he supports Tom and reassures and comforts him, he celebrates his victories with him, he lets Tom hold his hand and wraps his arm around him and ruffles his hair. At the end when Tom changes his mind about his favourite thunderbird, Gordon isn't upset or disappointed or anything and while Alan is kinda freaking out at this kid's logic, Gordon's just grabs his new little buddy and takes him off to get a treat as a job well done.

Gordon just accepts this child unconditionally. Tom chose Gordon, he sees Gordon as a safe person and Gordon takes Tom under his wing, no questions asked. Gordon doesn't know this kid like at all and yet he still treated Tom with above and beyond care and compassion, it would have been so easy for Gordon to have pushed Tom onto Penny, she volunteered to take him but when Tom wanted to stay he respected that.

I love this side of Gordon and I'm kinda disappointed we didn't get more of it and I feel like it needs more attention. It's one of the reasons I post a lot about Squirt, because it creates a dynamic that I love that you don't get with any other character.

Again sorry for the delay on my answer, anyway big bro Gordon is the best you can't change my mind.✨

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Can you now draw Scott hugging a snow leopard in an arctic rescue? pleasssss++

NO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!! :'(

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Oc emoji asks: Pancakes 🥞 for Alice.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

To answer this question, I'll start by saying that Alice is half Italian, half American (her parents have different nationalities and it kinda reflected on her too, growing up in one place and moving to another), so she's used to a salty breakfast (bacon & eggs, stuff like that) and a sweet one (pancakes, cake, cappuccino & brioche, milk & cereals/biscuit, oatmeal); she prefers by far a sweet breakfast, the sugar giving her the necessary kick to start the day.

Her usual to-go breakfast, when she isn't in a hurry/a guest in someone else's house (you tend to kinda eat what they give you lololz), is:

a cappuccino (or if she needs to wake up right away a black coffee like that)

waffles! she loves those (her teeth always protest)

one thing she can't do without, and which she gets even if she's in a hurry, are fruit juice/smoothies. She tends to prefer handmade ones, so she makes and drinks them herself (the amount of lemons she has in her house is close to infinity)

Summary? Fruit juice is a must in her breakfast, the rest can be easily discarded/replaced.

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I'd definitely consider you an authority on Scott and Gords.💛💙

I cannot say I am at all surprised about Scott, ahaha. A little surprised about Gordon but I suppose the amount of Military Bros stuff I've written and posted contributes significantly to that..?