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LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT IT. ITS MY CHILD ON A POSTER.

For real though, the craftsmanship and thought that went into these is absolutely mind blowing. My heart is so full and glowy 🩵

You thought Coalectra was where my poster era ended? HAHA *throws these at you and skips away and trips*

I'm having too much fun with my freedom, I fear. These are so much fun to make even though they take me like an hour each😂

These are all stex ocs that I LOVE and I'll write them in order and who they belong to:

Triage: @sparklycometstuff

Juice: @ratsvalley

Myki: @rowansro

Ohma: @itsnotamatterofif

Penny: @whizmi

Hope I did them all justice and you understand why I made them look how they do! If you want the details I'd be more than happy to yap 😌

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For the exhaustion prompts - "No - stop complaining - you're laying down." With any of the C. Engines. I don’t mind which cause I think they would all be guilty of this 🩵

Oooo ofc ofc - you're definitely right in that this could apply to any of them because truthfully I think they all need a nap. I went with Orange Flash and Blue Lightning for this one, just because they're still living absolutely rent free in my brain. I wanna wrap them both up in a big hug honestly.

As per, click here to read on AO3, or hit the readmore to read on tumbr!

Everything hurts.

Admittedly, Flash is barely awake, hardly lucid as they stumble around their shed, but they're aware enough to register that every single plate and rivet in their body aches. The repair trucks did their best, and truly they did a fantastic job, but even a miracle would still leave new strews tight in their sockets and fresh armour pieces stretching as they get used to movement; each weld and join is tense as they're flexed with each movement, and all Flash truthfully wants to do is just call the whole thing finished. Rip everything off in one quick motion and call it a day, it's obvious that they weren't cut out for racing as it is-

But the washing still needs to be done, log books still need to be filled out, their application for their suspended rota needs to be submitted , since there's no way on God's green earth that they're working in this condition. Their shed needs to be tidied, really, it does, and they need to get an apology over to Tassita at some point, but they're not sure how to do that either.

"Flash, are you quite alright?"

With a snap, their head flicks over to the voice in the doorway, and every receptor in their frame fizzles and crackles with static as they fight against the vertigo to stand. No one was scheduled to come by today, at least no one they cared about, so once they're standing and sight has returned to them, it's a surprise to say the least to see Blue Lightning hovering awkwardly by the shutter; who knows when she slipped in, but whenever she did, she did so quietly.

"Fine, all fine," Flash grumbles in response, skating over begrudgingly whilst trying their hardest to not reach for anything to support her, "doubt you're here for a social call, if you want me to swap shifts it ain't happening-"

"Would you chill out for one second?" Lightning interrupts, but there's not the bite that they've come to expect from her, that constant, grating annoyance at anything Flash says somehow not present here, "believe it or not, I came to check if you were okay-"

Almost against her will, Flash snorts a harsh, cruel laugh. "Pull the other one, I can't remember the last time you pretended to care about me."

"I ain't joking," Lightning argues harshly, harsh enough for Flash to wobble on their wheels slightly, "look at you, you're a mess, I'm surprised they let you go home on your own."

Of course Lightning now wants to pretend she cares; she's always been like this for as long as they've known her, distant and mean and angry until something goes wrong and suddenly it's like they've been best friends this whole time. Without a doubt, she's covering her own ass, putting in the tedious work now to be able to stand up to Control and proudly announce that she's better than the rest of them because she cares. Manipulative little sod-

"Stars, Flash, you are out of it." Lightning's voice cuts through their thoughts, and for a moment, it looks like there's genuine worry on her face. "C'mon, you need to sit down."

"I'm telling you, I'm fine." Ignore how they're gripping the chair back like a lifeline and how their eyelids keep fluttering shut. "I just need a few days for the repairs to settle, then everything will be right as rain."

There's a hum from Lightning, maybe of acknowledgement, maybe of skepticism, but either way she doesn't sound convinced. "I'm sure you will be, but right now, sit-"

"I'm fine!"

Shouting takes a lot of energy when your chest wants to cave in, apparently, and as their hand leaves the chair, their wheels decide at that moment to start spinning. Only for a second, but it's enough to destabilise, and that chair back becomes the only thing stopping them from losing the fight with the ground as the sluggish pump of fuel around their chassis halts in shock. Fuck it's cold in here suddenly, then warm again, and everything hurts oh Starlight everything is painful what if their leg has disconnected again oh fuck oh fuck-

"Right, stop complaining," Lightning announces suddenly, her voice just about cutting through the static of Flash's ears - when did she get that close? "You're layin' down, let me help you."

They're not exactly in a position to say no, not when they're this worried that their knees are going to give in if they try and push off on their wheels again. Gently, far more gently than they thought Lightning was capable of, her arms loop under theirs, providing just enough balance and support for them to hobble to their small bunk in the corner; even once they're sat, Lightning crouches to swing their legs onto the bed slowly, not standing until every plate and piston has settled comfortably, and Flash can't decide whether they hate her guts even more after this, or if they're quietly grateful. Lightning isn't like this, she doesn't do care or tenderness or patience, and yet.

And yet she's here, brow furrowed in focus as she tries her hardest to manoeuver a pillow under Flash's dodgy knee, careful as she eases it upwards. Mercifully, it only hurts a little bit where the screws came apart midrace, but the ache from the movement is enough to make her head spin regardless.

"Let me know if you ain't comfy," Lightning mutters as she works, never once reaching Flash's gaze, "I can go get some extra pillows from my shed if you want-"

"Why are you doing this?" Flash interrupts, and they don't realise they said anything until Lightning's head whips up, a look of confusion etched into her face, "you've never cared like this, why now?"

Silence. The pillow remains half tucked under their knee as she pauses.

"C'mon, out with it-"

"You scared me, when you went down." She's speaking so quietly Flash has to strain to hear her, lips pursed into a thin, careful line. "Everyone else- it was obvious what it was, yeah? Crashes or fights or that fuckin' wood truck overbalancing me, but you- you just dropped."

Where her fingers are holding the pillow, her grip intensifies suddenly, and Flash can just about make out a deep breath that rattles through her frame.

"I was worried you weren't gonna' get back up again," she admits quietly, "Tass did, but you didn't, and I come here to come check on you, and you're already workin' again, what's it gonna' take to get you to pause for once in your fuckin' life?"

A good question. One Flash doesn't have the answer to.

"I'm makin' tea," Lightning says suddenly, rising to her feet and ducking her head out of eyeshot, "and then you're budgin' over, and I'm stayin' here for the night - apparently you're just gonna' make yourself worse."

They don't have time to argue before the sound of the kettle begins to fill the room, and a strange, cosy warmth in their chest blooms quietly, one they haven't felt in a long time.

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Family photo

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Chapter 2 (Blue Lightning’s Version) anyone 👀

I’m back on my engine bullying bullshit guys

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Finally collated them babeyyy - here's a masterpost of all my Starlight Express oneshot requests that I've written for here!

Going forwards, all requests will be crossposted to tumblr and to here for archival. Full warnings for each chapter are described in the chapter summaries. As per, let me know if you have a request that you're happy for me to add to my anti-burn out warm up collection!

Happy Reading!

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Champion engines sponsored by energy/sports drinks like sports ball teams

Green arrow: monster energy

Golden eagle: red Bull

Blue lightning: Powerade

Orange flash: Gatorade

Silver bullet: g-fule

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Champion engines sponsored by energy/sports drinks like sports ball teams

Green arrow: monster energy

Golden eagle: red Bull

Blue lightning: Powerade

Orange flash: Gatorade

Silver bullet: g-fule

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Sorry more oc content😂 can't help myself Triage has been on my brain a lot recently and I finally gave another of my ocs (Breeze) an actual reference page

Sparklycometstuff has already seen this because I literally couldn't hold myself back from sending them the whole comic the minute it was finished, but I also want to post it so that I've got all my stex stuff in one place :)

I'm actually quite proud of this one😌 trying to challenge myself with new frames and such

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Day 10

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I’m back on my engine bullying bullshit guys

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After reading @sparklycometstuff 's fic about the engine siblings, I knew I HAD to draw their oc Triage, so we talked for a while and managed to land on the design. She is SO cool, so I highly encourage people to go find out more about them😌

Couldn't resist having her interact with Spanner, either, so I drew them here being very sceptical of an engine's description of what happened as they've landed themselves in the maintenance yard with a fist sized dent in their generator😂

I love them, man

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guys your food is cooked. its on ao3 if your hungry

Would we be interested in some fics about the champion engines being sad siblings? Is this a thing we want? Cause I have a whole au/headcannon thing sitting in a Google doc rn that I need to do something with

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Starlight Express - Phillips/Stilgoe/Webber Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Silver Bullet & Blue Lightning & Golden Eagle & Green Arrow & Orange Flash Characters: Silver Bullet (Starlight Express), Blue Lightning (Starlight Express), Golden Eagle (Starlight Express), Green Arrow (Starlight Express), Triage (OC) Additional Tags: Starlight Express Wembley Production (2024), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, champion engines as siblings, but they don't know how to do that, Post-Canon, silver bullet is a tired eldest brother, he's trying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, train hospitals, silver bullet gets to crash too (just mentally), Estranged Siblings, Childhood Trauma, triage uses she/they pronouns, train biology is weird and i'm still figuring out my own take on it, this is most likely very ooc for everyone involved, Injury Recovery, the engines are really bad at staying in one piece, is this enough tags? idk, Hopeful Ending Series: Part 1 of Us Against The World Summary:

Post championships Silver Bullet has to confront the fact that all of his siblings ended up crashing or injured in someway. He also has to deal with the fact that he hasn't had to play 'oldest brother' in almost a decade. But theres a nice emergency response engine in the repair shed he can trauma dump to, so its now or never for rebuilding these relationships.

 ________________________ This whole au was inspired by a convo with a mate about the fact that all the engines bar Silver Bullet crash at some point during the show and I'm a sucker for sibling dynamics.

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Would we be interested in some fics about the champion engines being sad siblings? Is this a thing we want? Cause I have a whole au/headcannon thing sitting in a Google doc rn that I need to do something with

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The fact that my first uni production is happening in a haunted theatre (with a benevolent ghost I should say) unsettles me just a tad. Like, us actors don’t tend to be SUPERstitious but we are a little stitious so I find this prospect somewhat spooky. Will this be a curse or a blessing on my career, I don’t know, check back in 10 years and I’ll let you know 🤷‍♀️

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