Bahamas, jokingly called ‘the cooler Henry’ or ‘freckles Henry’.
Bahamas, jokingly called ‘the cooler Henry’ or ‘freckles Henry’.
Here's some doodles of Dash and a old oc!
I am, in fact, somewhat alive and active! Been doing some doodles and have some work lined up..! For now, enjoy some concept art of Thee Big Green Boi (who was afraid of a few drops of rain)
Incorrect quotes # idk..
Thomas: *bangs on window* EDWARD! EDDDWWAAARRRD!!
GET THE SWEET AND SOUR SAUCE EDWARD!!
THE SWEET AND SOUR NOT BARBECUE!!!
Draw this entire shitpost out if you want
Oh look! A wild Dukey!
Alright, happy 21st day of Pride Month everyone! And today is the first day of Summer for me! Today we have the sweet but shy, Flora! I think her outfit is pretty cute but still, a bit strange hehe!
I hate shading with a burning passion
colors/shades from this:
Here's some others!
Meeting Diesel for the first time
Basically Diesel try to be a bad influence on Bob on his first few days on the island But Thomas always stop him to make sure Bob stay on the right track.
Unfortunately Thomas isn't always around to protect Bob from getting into trouble or from bad influences like Diesel.
So Bob would sometime end up the worst solutions imaginable.
It had been a trying winter for the Island of Sodor. The cold weather had made life difficult for much of the engines, and no one felt this more than Warrick. He'd gripe endlessly about the snow and frost to the trucks, the crews, and the other engines. But it was the fog that he hated the most.
"It's horrid." He'd complain. "They've no right to send us out in that murk when we can barely see through it." Charles and Veronica paid no mind to his complaints. They had a feeling that trying to argue with him would only make things worse.
One evening, Warrick was up at the Slate Quarry. Some supply vans had been left there by one of the Mid Sodor engines, and the Manager was quite keen to bring them back down the line.
"Come on now." Warrick ordered as he shunted them into line. "I'm in no mood to deal with any of your games in this weather."
"Agreed." Said one of the vans. "Let's just get out of here before nightfall."
But that was easier said than done.
By the time everything was in order, the moon had just begun to rise over the quarry. And with it, came the fog. It was a thick fog that seemed to drown out everything around it, making it very difficult to see. As they puffed out from the silent quarry, Warrick let out a shrill whistle that echoed throughout the hills. Before long, they approached the descent towards the old iron bridge, Warrick slowed to a stop, an eerie sense of dread spreading through his boiler.
"What's the matter, boy?" His Driver asked.
"There's something on the bridge..." the big tank engine replied. The Driver looked out towards the bridge. From what she could see in the faint glow of the moonlight, there was nothing there.
"We need to get back to Crovan's Gate tonight before the storm hits." She replied. "If it makes you feel any better, we can take it slowly as we cross."
"...Alright, but I swear I saw something glimmer on the other side."
As the train slowly descended down towards the bridge crossing the marsh, Warrick and his Driver found there actually was something on the bridge. In the moonlight, there stood a faintly glowing silhouette, shaped almost like Veronica. But strangely enough, Warrick found he could see through the shape, almost as if it was a spectre. They slowed to a halt at the foot of the bridge, and eyed the mysterious stranger standing in their path.
"Who goes there?" Warrick called out. There came no reply from the spectre. It simply stood there on the other side of the bridge. Warrick didn't want to admit it, but he felt as if he was being eyed on all sides.
"This is my line," He called out to the spectre before him. "and I have the right of way. Move aside and let me through." Though he wasn't sure, he swore he could hear a faint laugh come from across the bridge. "I repeat, move aside and let me through, or I will move you myself!"
"Mi satus vidi vin provi." Warrick jumped as he heard an ominous voice seem to speak right into his smokebox, echoing through his entire body. He looked on in fright as the spectre seemed to crack a twisted smile from what appeared to be its face, a faint orange glow starting to shine from where it's eyes and funnel would be.
Warrick's Driver jumped into action, opening the regulator to full throttle. Warrick leapt forward into a sprint, heading straight for the glowing spectre standing before him. He shut his eyes as he came closer and closer to impact, until...
They had run right through the spectre.
As they slowed down to a stop on the other side of the bridge, Warrick and his crew looked back to see what the glowing form dissipate into the night fog as if it was nothing. The engine and his crew fell silent as they took in what had just happened, unsure of what exactly they had just encountered. Suddenly, Warrick jumped as he heard a huge splash from down in the marsh.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" He shouted in fright. His Driver looked around, trying to spot anything from within the marsh.
"I... I'm not sure." She replied. "But, we all saw that engine, right?"
"I'm not even sure it was an engine!" The Stoker shouted. "Now let's get out of here before that thing comes back!"
Warrick wasn't sure what he encountered that night. As they set off down the line for home, Warrick couldn't help but feel the voice seem to echo in his smokebox, like a distant memory that clung to him like a vine.
When they returned home to Crovan's Gate, Warrick shunted away his rake of vans into the yard. The trucks seemed just as shaken up as he was, and the brake van seemed to be muttering something under her breath.
Warrick slowly backed down into the sheds, still feeling shaken by his encounter. Charles and Veronica had already fallen asleep. As his crew left for the night, Warrick eyed the yards with deep suspicion, on the lookout for anything unusual hiding among the sleeping wagons. He didn't get much sleep that night, and seemed to be on edge the whole week after.
So here's a rather spooky story for Warrick, and that wraps up the early Skarloey Fleet. It's been a joy to write these stories for them, as I've found it's helped to figure out just what I want to include in the SIR.
As well, I'd just like to note that I probably won't be expanding on the events of this story any time soon - namely because I want to work on some stuff other than the Skarloey Railway and would like to dive into some other parts of SIR. There's a few stories I can connect to this, but one would end up being fairly dark and the other would be fairly... out there.
I hope you've enjoyed my posts about them. Next up should be the engines of the Sodor Bluebell Railway, which has certainly changed up from what I had intentioned for them.
Original Sprites by Princess-Muffins , Cj-The-Creator , and KaijuATTACK877
Any and all modifications were made by myself
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“Okay, okay.” Percy spoke, rubbing his temples. “Let’s just say that you’re not delusional and you actually like this new spirit,” Thomas didn’t hide a small glare directed at his best friend for his choice of words. “So what exactly attracts you a total stranger that you tried to befriend and ended up running away in a total flush?” The water spirit asked, apparently ignoring the small glare.
Thomas bit down on his bottom lip, left hand running through his blue hair as he tried to think. “To be honest, I don’t really know how to describe it but…” A short contemplative silence passed him before he spoke again. “I like the look in Oliver’s eyes!” He finally blurted out, before immediately regretting it. It sounded a lot more normal in his head.
“His eyes? You mean you like the colour of his eyes?” Percy asked for clarification, looking confused.
“N-No no!” The electric spirit then fiddled with his fingers. “I mean, yeah but that’s not what I meant.” He wasn’t actually lying, Thomas did like that shade of dark silver in Oliver’s eyes. He’s never seen an eye colour like that before, let alone an actual metal spirit. “What I mean is that I like the look in his eye. I’ve never seen such a strong resisting will in someone like that before! Not even during the Spirit War when Edward, Henry and Gordon were all fighting for the sake of the island. That look in Oliver’s eyes…” Thomas ran a hand down his flushed face. ‘Man this is embarrassing!’ He thought before continuing, “He seems like the type of person who never gives up, no matter how hellish life is on the Mainland and he’s willing to do anything to survive or protect someone!”
Here's little blue Edward! I might come back and revise this one later but here's Edward's design! He has a more teal color compared to Gordon and Thomas and he has the shape of clouds in his eyes