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Whumpee has done their best to not give into whumper's taunts and demands. They can hit them, starve them, whatever. But Whumpee won't give into them. They can take whatever comes.
Until Whumpee comes into their prison one day. They have the usual meager tray of food with them and a cup (never a glass) of water. However, Whumpee's eyes immediately dart to something on the tray. Their heart practically stops. There, in the middle of the rations, is one of their sibling's favorite things. They carry it everywhere, hell they practically sleep with it. So how...no.
"How did you get that?" Whumpee croaks. It's the first words Whumpee has said in days.
Whumper smirks as they set the tray down in front of Whumpee.
"I have my ways," they reply slyly. Like Whumpee's head wasn't spinning and their mouth had become dryer than sand.
"I swear," Whumpee says through gritted teeth. "If you did something, I'll-"
Whumper holds their hands up in a mock defense. "Relax," they say. "They're perfectly safe and sound." Whumper bends down and places a gentle hand on Whumpee's shoulder. "Just remember what I can do."
Whumpee stares at the object again, barely acknowledging Whumper as they pat them on the shoulder before leaving, the door's lock clicking shut. With shaking hands, Whumpee grabs the item off the tray. They rotate it in their hands, memorizing every scratch and stain.
Their sibling had to be alright. There's no way Whumper would stoop that low, would they?
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next time you’re at the thrift store and find a nice solid thick pile area rug for a shockingly good price and you’ve been looking for an area rug for the office forever and the color goes really nicely with the office color scheme and you think this is it, this is what i’ve been waiting for, stop, and ask yourself: did i take the bus here?
the fact that at the council of elrond glorfindel is like “just throw the ring into the ocean” is so funny to me after reading the silmarillion just because it feels like the subtext is him being like “yeah let’s try maglor’s patented and tested method: Just Yeet The Accursed Fucking Thing Into The Water”
#in fairness they do do literally the other fëanorion approved method of magical item disposal #glorfindel: we could do like maglor and throw it in the ocean? #elrond: no we’re doing like maedhros and jumping into a volcano via @lesbianlanval
*at the council of Elrond*
Elrond: Alright, everyone listen up. We elves have 4 methods of dealing with Accursed Fucking Objects™, as demonstrated by my four parents.
Number 1, the Elwing Method or Mom Method. This is to hide the accursed fucking thing away and keep it safe and close. This is highly not reccommended if the object can take over its user like the ring can, and Sauron will be searching for it, so this method is out of the question.
Number 2, the Earendil Method or the Dad #1 Method. This is, send the accursed fucking thing across the sea or to some higher power. According to Mithrandir, the Valar will not take it and Tom Bombadil wants nothing to do with it, so this is also out of the question.
Number 3 is the Maglor Method, or Dad #2 Method. This is to yeet the accursed fucking thing into the ocean. In this case, it is not a good idea as Ulmo will be very upset and we will still have to contend with Sauron.
The last method is the Maedhros Method or the Dad #3 Method. This method is to yeet yourself into a volcano while holding the accursed fucking thing, and also the method we will be using. You will not have to yeet yourself into the volcano, only the ring, don’t worry, Frodo.
whumpee who is tortured for information. the process is long and tedious and horrible - whumper is using all kinds of methods to make them talk. eventually, whumpee can't handle it anymore and with great shame gives up.
they tell whumper all the information they had wanted, just for whumper to reveal that he had gotten the information long ago, perhaps from another source or victim. he just wanted to see how much it took to break whumpee, to get them to 'betray' their friends
(and whumpee is forever left with the question, why? why go to such extents to hurt them for practically no reason at all? maybe they blame themselves for not realising the truth sooner, or for spilling the intel in the end, or maybe all they are left with is the trauma, inflicted for no reason at all other than to humour whumper)
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Summary: After a harrowing rescue, Virgil can’t seem to escape his mind. And so, he goes home - to where it all makes sense with the person he loves most.
Content Warning: Mentions of Children Hurt and Injuries (Broken and Dislocated Bones and Joints), Blood, Brief Nudity.
-oOo-
Focus Virgil, the pilot commanded himself. You’re almost back to the Island. Just hold on a few more seconds.
But holding focus, being aware, was difficult, as the water and sky seemed to blur. All his mind could keep running back to was the rescue. The panicked cries, the horrified screams, the sound of metal groaning and concreting crumbling. Stop. He willed himself. And yet, his mind refused his pleas.
“Thunderbird 2 from Tracy Island,” The comms crackled, pulling Virgil out of his deep thought. Glancing to his brother in the hologram, Virgil saw the lines of worry that etched Scott’s face. “You okay in there Virg?”
“Mhm.” The pilot hummed.
“I suppose you didn’t catch what I said.” Scott lightly teased, Virgil shaking his head. “I’m taking Gordon out to help me with another rescue. A few hikers lost their way up a mountain and got stranded on the cliff edge.”
“Need any help?” Virgil glanced at Scott, as he saw the peaks of the island appearing on the horizon.
“We’ll give you a ring if we do. We’re heading into launch now.”
“F.A.B. - coming in for a final approach.” Virgil noted as he maneuvered the craft to the east runway.
“F.A.B.” Scott echoed back.
-oOo-
As Thunderbird 2 entered the hangar and powered down, Virgil didn’t even bother with doing post-flight checks. He just needed out. “Nothing personal, Girl.” He assured the specialised craft, as he ran his hand over her interior hull, making his way down. As he disembarked, his feet seemed to carry him to the service elevator, straight to the villa. A routine that was usually engrained in his being, that brought him a sense of control, was merely perceived as a barrier, a nuisance. Staring ahead at the metal doors as the elevator drew him up, Virgil swayed and counted the seconds, the paces it would take to get to where he wanted to. Coming to a halt, the doors hissed open and he shot through. It took him 23 paces, to reach the end of the hallway and press on the door handle. As it swung open, his eyes fell on the woman before him.
Glancing up from her book, Vani’s smile soon disappeared as she saw the hardened expression the pilot wore. “Virgil.” Without second thought, Vani had clambered off the bed and crossed the space between them. Virgil’s mind, upon registering where he was, and who he was with, let his body collapse into the woman. Arms wrapped around him tightly, Vani held up her love as he broke down into heaving sobs. Tears welling in her eyes, Vani held him steady and rubbed his back as she cooed reassurance. “I’ve got you Virg, and I won’t let go until you say so.” Virgil held his lifeline tightly, and some conscious part of him was screaming at him for crushing the woman he loved so deeply. He buried his face into her soft curls, the smell of cocoa butter and pineapple a familiar, soothing presence. It wasn’t often that Virgil would be so impacted by a rescue. But he was grateful that she was there when he needed. Even after Virgil’s cries had soothed, he couldn’t find himself ready to let go.
“Virgil?” Vani whispered. “I’m just gonna have a quick look at you.” Pulling away, Virgil looked at Vani with a tear streaked, reddened face. Her heart nearly broke at the look in his eyes - the slight fear of being left alone in his vulnerability, and the uncertainty. Holding his hands and squeezing a few times, she gave him a small smile as she scanned over his form. His IR blues, usually so vibrant, we muddied with dirt and soot. And blood. Streaks, pools, splatters. Being a trained medic, Virgil often supported emergency response personnel in the field if need be.
“I’m just checking for injuries.” Vani verbalised, as her hands traced over the blood stains and slightly prodded. The blood was dried, with no oxygen rich pools flooding the spaces. But that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt the man, with the way his eyes fell to her hands. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently moving him to their ensuite bathroom, the man held her hand like a small child, letting her lead the way.
As she turned the taps on, the sound of water filling the ceramic tub echoed within the room. Steam rose, looking inviting as Virgil’s gaze fell on the body. Hands on his chest drew his attention back to the present, his eyes falling on Vani. “I’m going to start removing your suit, starting with your baldritch. You use your hands, or your words, if you want me to stop. Is that okay?” Of course. Virgil thought to himself. I trust you entirely. But words couldn’t form, and so a simple nod sufficed. Nodding back, she began to unfasten the clips on either side of his hips and thighs. As they slid down, Vani gently lifted the baldritch sash over his head and let it drop, kneeling as he stepped out.
“Hold onto my shoulder.” Doing as instructed, he kept his balance as she undid his boots and pushed both the baldritch and it aside. Standing upright, she gently held his hands and pulled off the velcro pads for his gloves, slipping them off. As she put them neatly on the benchtop, her gaze lifted to him. “Are you okay with me undoing your suit?” Virgil nodded, and Vani unzipped the top. Helping him discard the dirtied suit, his thermal undershirt and undergarments, she held his hand and guided him into the hot bath. Without second thought, he sank down and let the warm water encase his body in a safe cocoon.
Virgil let out a long breath, watching the woman move around him. The tap closed, as Vani gathered soaps and hair products to help clean the dirt away. “I’m just gonna start cleaning you up, Hon. Pouring water over your head.” She announced as a stream of water soaked his hair. A bottle opening and cool liquid dampening his locks, Vani’s fingers worked to massage the gel into his hair, and thoroughly lather and clean it. Groaning at the calming sensation, Virgil’s eyes fluttered closed. How could something so gentle give him such solace?
“Did you want to talk about what happened?” Vani whispered into the air, looking down as she combed her fingers through the black strands. Eyes opening, Virgil looked up at the woman above him. He hadn’t really had a chance to admire her. But now in the seconds he had, his eyes roamed over her. She was wearing one of his old shirts, one he used to use after ballet practice. A warmth in his chest blossomed at the sight of something that was his, complimenting her so perfectly. How it framed her, and matched with the bike shorts, contrasted against her tan skin. After a brief moment, he nodded a little and stared ahead.
“John called in about a series of tremors along the San Andreas fault. Apparently these escalated into a few earthquakes. One impacting a school.” Virgil shifted, the water sloshing and lapping at the sides. “The building had sunk into an open crevice, and needed help lifting them out.” Vani nodded, gently rinsing the shampoo out. Hands collecting conditioner, she let him continue as she worked the cream through his hair. “When I landed, the local emergency crews had evacuated the surrounding areas, but also got to those that were just trapped. I had to go in and not only lift the building up, but get to what was estimated, 17 children and a few adults.
“Once I had moved the debris, I had a clear view of them.” His breath hitching, Virgil looked up at Vani. “They were so scared, Baby. They couldn’t have been older than 9. Covered in dirt, some with broken arms, scabbed knees. Kids should only get those injuries on playgrounds and when having fun, not fearing for their life in a crevice with a building over them.” Vani gently held his shoulder, squeezing slightly.
“That you worked to save them from.”
“I did, but getting there was hard.” Motioning for him to continue, Vani started washing over his upper body and arms, scrubbing at the dried dirt. The massaging motion, and gentle touches soothed Virgil’s body, but also relaxed his mind. “I had to first get the injured kids up, being careful not to move too suddenly, or twist them harshly. I had to gently pry them off, even against their pleas.” Virgil twisted his mouth, trying to push down the thought of teary, horrified faces pulling away from a safe hold. “And then we managed to get a ladder down, so the rest of them could climb up. Just as we were about to get the last child up, another tremor hit, and the ground caved-” Breath hitching, Virgil tilted his head back, looking at Vani as she squeezed his hand. Watching his face, Vani gave a soft gaze as she traced his knuckles.
“Deep breaths, Hon. Take your time.” Doing as she instructed, Virgil took a deep breath and exhaled, leaning back against her.
“Without thinking, I grabbed the arm of the girl tightly as I held the ledge, and she screamed. I- I dislocated her shoulder.” Virgil’s voice quivered, and Vani leaned down and held him from behind. “I pulled her up and carried her out. Holding her so tightly, and begging for her forgiveness.” Virgil shook, holding Vani’s arms closer to him.
“Virgil, you saved that girl’s life. You did what any of us would’ve done in that situation.” Vani assured him.
“They were already scared and in pain, and I made it worse-”
“Virgil Tracy.” Vani firmly said. Gently cradling his face and tilting his head back to meet her gaze, she looked down at him. “I’ve never known you to make things worse. You make things better. You are a beacon of hope, and are everything that is good in this world. Those kids were lucky that you were there today. I’m sure that young girl forgave you, knowing that her hero did his best. But you need to know that too. That you did your best.” Virgil gave a small nod. Vani, as blunt as she could be sometimes, always knew what to say, always knew how to ground him. Her logical approach was always a nice contrast and comfort to his emotional approach. It’s what balanced them so perfectly. “Did you do everything you could?”
“I did.”
“And was everyone taken care of, by yourself or other personnel?”
“Yes.”
“And did everyone get to go home today, to their families safe and sound?”
“Yes.”
“And you did too. And that’s all that matters.” Kissing his forehead, she stroked over his cheeks.
“Does anyone ever tell you that you give great pep-talks Baby?” Virgil leaned into her touch.
“Not recently, but please give me all the praise I deserve.” Giving a small smile, she placed a kiss on his lips and massaged his shoulders. “Come on, I’ll let you finish up while I get your suit in the laundry. Then we’ll get you some food, and then go to bed.”
Virgil smiled as the woman stood and started to move around him. Virgil may be a rescue operative, but even he needed a bit of saving and helping every now and then. And he was grateful that Vani was the woman he could always count on to do so.
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What Thunderbird would most likely survive an apocalypse?
I would say that very much depends on what type of apocalypse. If it's the sun exploding then I don't think any of them would survive. If it was a zombie apocalypse then I think they would all survive, mostly because I don't think zombie bites would do anything to vehicles.
If we're talking about which Thunderbird would be best in aiding your own survival then I think it's a little more complicated. Again it depends on the type of apocalypse. But I would have to choose Thunderbird 5. It's designed to be somewhere you could live for a long time so has all the resources you would need already on board. Also, by orbiting the Earth you'd most likely avoid any danger entirely.
Thunderbird 3 is a similar story. It is designed with living areas in order to support the pilots during deep space journeys, and it's ability to travel into space would also keep you safe from any dangers on Earth. Additionally, with Maximum MAX, it would have some defence against any dangers it might face.
Thunderbirds 4 and Shadow, whilst they would have their benefits in an apocalypse, are a lot smaller in size and therefore don't have the same benefits in supporting life long term. Although I suppose you could live in Thunderbird 4 at the bottom of the ocean for a little while to evade any danger.
Thunderbirds 1 and 2 fall somewhere in the middle. Both are capable of storing equipment that would aid in an apocalypse, and are large enough to provide comfortable living space (especially TB2), even if they weren't designed with that in mind.
I hope this answers your question? Although it is difficult to answer as there are many different types of apocalypse.
Stack her with food, convert the intake to desalination, quick surface for the scrubbers now and again, and you’re good to go for at least a couple of months.
In fairness to Gordon I’m not sure if he even realises there is usually a working shower on Two. (One also has one, it just doubles as the detam chamber so is… vigorous. But useful for any plague-related apocalypses.)
Excuse me, I have showered many times on Two, I’ve got a whole locker of spare hoodies and sweats! (when the showers aren’t mysteriously ‘broken’, on the most meticulously cared for freighter on the planet, with the most nitpicky pilot, obviously 😒)
It isn’t my fault none of you clearly work had enough to smell like hard work 🙂↔️
And I shower at least twice a day most days, you little gremlin. I just also happen to have to get out my seat for a rescue a lot of the time unlike some 🙂↔️
Besides, who says you’re getting in my sub in an apocalypse! 👹
