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AWW!! Look at em!!!

Hello,

I would love to see your take on Burt, Rex and Mike. (If you haven't already). If you have can we please see some more of them?

Thank you

Did them a while ago. Here’s the original post.

Quick doodle of their updated appearance.

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HOLY CRAP HOW AM I JUST NOW SEEING THESE!!

Hello all! I finally finished the first 3 engine reference sheets! So sorry about the wait, but without further delay:

💙Thomas💙

- The cheeky man himself. In my au he has the appearance of a 17-18 year old young man, and is about 5"5 in height.

- He's a nice young engine, but he can be a bit of a smartass (Edward having to put him in his place sometimes).

- If you tell him not to do something he'll most likely do it anyway. Typical hard head. He's a very capable engine, but sometimes let's his childish behavior get in the way.

- The only ones he won't talk back to are Edward, Toby, Annie, Clarabel, and Hiro. Everyone else is free real estate.

- He will be your best friend or actually be your worst nightmare. He's capable of both.

-"But I don't catch cows, sir >:)"

- Even though he's a little menace, he loves his family very much and would lay his life down for them if it ever came down to it.

- Sees James as a big brother of sorts, but that only means he'll get on his nerves the most. Still loves him, though.

- Touch Percy and you will receive hellfire and brimstone in return. Percy is like his little brother and he loves that little caterpillar to death. On their off days he's usually found hanging out with Percy, James begrudgingly following behind.

- Loved dogs ever since Dowager Hatt's dog "Gremlin" hitched a ride in his cab. He wants a dog so bad but Edward won't allow it just yet.

- Is close with: Steam Team (2-7), Hiro, Annie, and Clarabel

- "Tolerates": Diesel (he's getting better though)

- Overall a very wonderful little dude.

💙Edward💙

- Long grey hair with silver streaks. Earned the nickname "Silver Fox" amongst some engines. (Honestly he eats it up)

- Edward acts as the team dad: caring and loving but not afraid to lay the (verbal) smackdown if others are acting like idiots. He still loves them all the same.

- He doesn't let comments about his age get to him as much anymore, but he's still the tiniest bit self-conscious. He doesn't hold grudges however. He knows he's too old for that kind of thing and holding grudges will get him nowhere.

-Nothing is better to him than a good newspaper and some peace and quiet.

- Occasionally hangs out with Stephen and Glynn for tea. He sometimes just needs a break from the other young engines.

- I feel like he'd like earl grey tea. You can't tell me otherwise if you say otherwise then you're wrong.

- "Every grey hair I get is from all of you."

- 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤

- Is close with: Steam Team, BoCo, Stephen, and Glynn (I need the old geezers to vibe together okay)

- Dislikes: like I said, doesn't really dislike anyone, he's not petty like that.

💚Henry💚

- Very tall but lean build, tallest on the team, barely beating Gordon in height.

- He's a bit jumpy, but not overly afraid like in the later CGI seasons. My reason for him being a bit skiddish is that he has health problems. He has asthma as well as he's very easy to get sick, so he can be a bit paranoid about things.

- Major germaphobe

- Is a plant and animal lover! Loves to spend down time in forest areas, and has lots of plants in his room. Planning to get a pet bird one day.

- If he's with anyone else you'll most likely see him with Gordon or James. The Big 3 never truly disbanded, I suppose.

- He really like literature! He has a crap ton of books and journal that he'll right down the days events, or just his thoughts in. Don't tell him but James has stollen his journal multiple times and enjoys watching Henry freak out until Percy gives it back.

- 9 times out of 10 he's a sweetheart but he has, can, and 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 go on a mean streak if he's pushed to his limit.

- Mostly to James or Gordon since they're usually the two to act out and he's usually the voice of reason amongst the three.

- Is close with: Steam Team, Hiro

- Dislikes: Also doesn't have anyone he dislikes really. He just kinda keeps to himself.

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D’AAWW LOOK AT EM!!!

I’m gonna be continuing this series during Mermay. Anyone is welcome to join in 💖🧜‍♀️💫

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LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

The new ref sheet for X1-Z is now complete, sorry that it took so long to finish

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YOUR HONOR!!! OFFICERS!! ITS THEM!!! THEM AND ONLY THEM

‘Ello ‘ello Te! Kit here and I think it’s my turn to give a prompt >:3

You think you can write something cute/fluffy with Ryan and Oliver? Perhaps the latter asking the other out on a date? Only if you’ve the time of course!!

See ya around ✨

Hello Kit!! Thank you for the prompt! ✨ Ryan and Oliver, hm? I would be happy to! They're an interesting pair, too, so there's quite a bit I can say about them :3c

(Want to see what I've done so far? Have a prompt idea to send in? Take a look at the masterpost here!)

Ryan had found that, despite everything he'd gone through regarding Sodor's "lost treasure," he'd also developed a strong love for the sea. Bringing goods down the Harwick branch line had proven to be an absolute delight with the smell of the sea following him wherever he went, and the easy breeze grasping for his steam like it was a source of endless fascination. Sure, his work wasn't glamorous, or even all that special, but it was necessary, and although Sir Topham had assured him of such many a time, it was the smiles on the faces of all of the people he'd met that, thanking him for his work, that truly convinced him of it.

He especially liked working alongside Daisy, who managed the passengers. At first, Ryan wasn't too sure how the two of them would get along, given Daisy's rather forward (and sometimes prissy, if Ryan was being honest with himself) personality, but after working together for half a year now, the two had settled into a comfortable routine. As haughty as she could be, Daisy was also both clever and reliable. Although they'd had their troubles early on, the two of them now managed their branch line with little fuss, allowing Ryan to feel that finally, at long last, he was someplace he could hesitantly call "home".

There was one other reason why he'd come to call his branch line "home," however, and that was due to the presence of the engine who'd quickly become his best friend. In fact, they tended to meet up every so often once the day's work was done, about once a week, admiring the ocean view and taking the chance to catch up and talk, confiding in each other many a fable and fear that neither were quite willing to share with their co-workers.

As Ryan took his place on a familiar siding at Arlesburgh Harbor, watching the sun start to set and cascade her flowing tresses of gold across the water, the familiar puffing of another tank engine caught Ryan's attention. Hesitantly pulling his eyes away from the sunlit seas, the purple tank engine's gaze was instead drawn to the empty space beside him, where the smiling face of the NWR's No. 12 was fast pulling up, running light.

At all other times, Oliver was generally accompanied by his faithful brake van, Toad, but only when he was meeting with Ryan did he come by himself, leaving everything else behind.

"Sorry I'm late," the olive green engine called, "but we had an extra run to do. Hope you weren't waiting long!"

"Nope!" Ryan grinned as Oliver pulled into the siding. "I just got here myself. Just make yourself comfortable."

Once they'd both gotten settled, both of their crews got out of their cabs, promising that they would be back in an an hour or two after dinner. Thus, the two tank engines were left alone, enjoying their shared solitude as they admired the sun.

"You know," Ryan began conversationally, "I was thinking about something the other day."

"Yeah?" Oliver hummed, eyes shifting to look over the Gresley, although Ryan continued to stare out over the water, his expression thoughtful as his thoughts began to wander.

"Do you remember when we talked about the burden of legacies?"

"...Yeah."

Oliver sighed for a moment, thinking back to a previous evening much like this. "The Weight of the Way, as Toad liked to call it. Duck and I get along when it comes to everything but that. He used to say that it was our duty to keep it alive; I never told him just how much I wished it could die. He wasn't there when it all started falling apart, when all of those good engines younger than me were told they would be made useful in our next lives."

There was a long pause before Oliver spoke again.

"I was proud to be a member of the Great Western. I did my work, and did it well enough. But in the end, they didn't care about me, or any of the rest of us. They cared about efficiency and innovation alone, much more than any of their individual engines. As long as the hive functions, who cares if older bees are replaced with new ones?"

The tank engine's eyelashes fluttered, shivers wracking his frames, although Ryan couldn't tell if they were of deep sorrow or an even deeper anger.

"I don't mind wearing this green. I don't mind our line being called the Little Western. I don't even mind Duck's 'devotion' to the Way that he remembers. But I won't do it. His Way isn't mine, and given how ready they were to toss me aside, it never was. I don't owe it, or the GWR, anything."

Oliver's face had twisted into a bitter scowl at the recollection, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. Ryan had to admit that Oliver had been making great strides at that; his best friend tended to have a hair-trigger temper, always getting agitated over something, but at Ryan's suggestion, he'd started working on some effective anger management methods that seemed to be getting some decent results. The Gresley was quite proud of his progress, but saying so would only embarrass him, so he held his tongue.

"Anyway," Oliver exhaled, eyes fluttering open once again as he returned to fixing his gaze on Ryan, "why do you ask?"

Now that it was his turn to speak, Ryan suddenly wondered if he should. Oliver was his best friend, but this particular subject was one that he was rather hesitant to discuss, to say the least. Could he open up about this? Or really, should he?

Beside him, Oliver seemed to hesitantly shift in place, biting at his lip. "Ryan, if... if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I—"

But Ryan didn't hear the rest of his words. Suddenly, he realized that he did want to talk about it, very much. And that grace from Oliver, the empathy of mutual understanding, only solidified his resolve.

"It's fine," Ryan breathed, willing himself to find his courage. He knew he was a pushover. He knew that despite how much he wanted to be, he could never call himself brave. However, here with Oliver, he didn't need to be brave. He didn't need to pretend things he didn't feel. In fact, it was quite the opposite; here on this siding, with only Oliver and the ocean to hear, he could bear his heart. Not brave, just honest.

The Gresley tank engine took a breath.

"I realized that before I started working on this branch line and got to meet you, I was always so worried about what I would accomplish. There was so much pressure to uphold the Gresley legacy, and to be an engine worthy of my name. I... for the blessing of being created, I owed the family, the legacy, a great debt. It was something important enough to die for, should the need arose."

Oliver was silent next to him, not saying a word, although the furrow of his brow and the flickering anger in his eyes spoke volumes.

"I... I wanted to be recognized," Ryan continued, "as all Gresleys do. It's why I looked up to Thomas; he was famous, but earned that fame through his own efforts, and as a tank engine, no less. He didn't pull any famous trains or be the star of any exhibitions; he simply worked hard with what he had, and that was enough to be beloved the world over."

Despite his best efforts, Ryan could hear his voice crack, shattering beneath the weight of all he had to bare. Oliver made a small noise, as though to say something, but Ryan pushed through it. If he stopped here, he would never finish, and for Oliver, he so desperately wanted to.

"I... I did everything I could to try to understand him, but he pushed me away. I shouldn't have been surprised, I guess; I am cursed to be a Gresley, after all, and perhaps he thought I was... I don't know... trying to show him up. Hell, any other Gresley would have."

The admission brought with it a frame-deep shame, one that sent a shiver through Ryan's rivets, but he pressed on anyway, determined to finish his thoughts. If not here, where? If not now, when? It had to be now. After all, only here was he safe to say such things.

"After we figured things out, Sir Topham sent me to help out over here. Now I have my own branchline, and... part of me wondered if I could be as famous as Thomas is. If I was finally going to get my opportunity to contribute to the fame of my family and pay back the debt I owed for being born.

"Yet, the more I worked, the less I found myself caring about all of that. The Gresley name, the legacy, the accomplishments... what did any of that matter when I could see the sea every day, and just be Useful doing the jobs that needed doing? Even if I did become famous the way I was raised to believe I should, would I ever get to do anything like run my own branch line, or would I be put in a static display to get gawked at?"

Ryan's eyes crinkled slightly in fondness, once again smelling the sea air and taking in the sight of the last rays of sun stretching across the water. "I was sure that I wasn't supposed to feel that way, so I thought about it more, and somehow, Ollie, I always thought of you. You, who didn't let your past weigh you down. You, who decided that you didn't have to love your burdens if they'd hurt you, but didn't judge those who clung to them. You, who wanted to live for yourself, and not some great legacy that you could never live up to. And that... that helped me make a decision."

As the sun continued to set, a newfound resolve found its way into Ryan's words, as though he'd taken the last of the sun's embers into his own firebox, letting them smolder.

"I don't want to give this up. I don't want to give you up. And so, somehow, I just... don't think the Gresley legacy really matters much to me anymore. I'm just Ryan, who works on the Harwick Branch Line, and that's enough for me."

At this, Ryan's eyes slipped over to see how Oliver was taking this, suddenly feeling slightly nervous, yet not at all prepared for the other tank engine's expression.

Oliver's cheeks were quite pink, and he seemed slightly preoccupied, like he wasn't quite present. After a moment though, his eyes suddenly seemed to snap back into focus, and he stared deeply at Ryan. "Erm, yeah! I think... I think that's good! Really good! You shouldn't let some legacy control you, especially one that hurt you. Yeah."

"Erm... thanks?" Ryan hedged, suddenly feeling a little disappointed, and Oliver must have seen it written all over his face because the green tank engine hurried to explain himself, tripping over his words.

"I, I'm glad that you feel that way! Really! I just, um... kinda got hung up on what you said. About... not wanting to give me up."

"O-oh!" Now it was Ryan's turn to go pink, eyes suddenly shifting every which way. "Um, yes! I... well, Ollie, you're my best friend and all, so..."

Another pause, another blush.

"There's nobody else I could tell all of this to. Nobody else I could be this honest with. You... you're just that important to me."

At this, Oliver blinked, and his expression became a little more serious. "You know, Ryan, I... I feel the same way. There's nobody else I can talk about all of this with other than you; Duck would never understand, Donald hates my guts, and Douglas is great, but he doesn't get me like you do. Nobody does. It's part of why I really like getting to spend time with you like this."

Another sigh, another swallow.

"I've made so many mistakes while on this railway, yet you've never cared or thought less of me for them. You see me for who I am, and who I'm trying to be, instead of the screw up who got stuck in the turntable decades ago."

Suddenly, Oliver was licking his lips, and staring at Ryan with such intensity that the purple tank engine's eyes went wide, expecting to feel nervous but instead feeling oddly expectant.

"Ryan, you're my best friend too. We've shared so much with each other that it would be ridiculous to say otherwise. But... do you think that maybe... we could also be more?"

Another shiver shot up Ryan's frames, gaze locked onto Oliver. "Ollie... are you saying—?"

"Go on a date with me," Oliver blurted, before realizing that perhaps shouting was not the best way to get his point across. "I mean... I know that you could get with anyone you wanted. You're smart, you're sweet, and you're too kind for your own good, sometimes. But I just thought that... maybe you'd like..."

Here, his words began to falter, nerves setting in, but this time, it was Ryan's turn to pick up the slack. "Maybe I could," the N2 replied, a small smile and a bright blush returning to his cheeks, "but I don't want to get with just anyone. I want to go out with you because it's you. There's nobody I'd rather go on a date with than my best friend."

Subconsciously, Ryan's smile stretched a little wider, as if reflecting the newfound lightness of his heart, and across from him, Oliver's hesitant expression also shifted into a beaming smile, one that was bright yet surprisingly shy for the normally boisterous engine. It was incredibly cute, in Ryan's humble opinion. "Then... since our crews will come back soon, shall we go next week?"

"I'd love nothing more," Ryan replied with a chuckle, and by the time their crews came back, both tank engines were smiling and laughing louder than they ever had before. After all, given what they'd been through and who they were now, there was so very much to smile about.

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OH MY GOSH LOOK AT HIMMMM

Hi!! Man, I'm so sorry that I haven't been making more of these since college and alien robot brainrot, haha. Anyways, here's the red engine no. 5‼️‼️ ^^ (idk if I'm gonna do the other 7 but we'll see 👍)

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LETS GOOOOO

released the duck ref from the basement at last, i rlly like how i designed him. idk if tumblr will butcher the quality again but atp i cant be bothered LOL

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FUCK YEAH!!!

A bad bitch never dies!!

I have Loved your art since I discovered you. Thomas the tank engine has been one of my childhood shows that will stay in my heart forever. My favourites would have to be Thomas, Duck, Diesel and Lady. (I love everyone you have done). You have inspired me to create my own kinds of work. So keep the Thomas the tank engine fandom alive for all of us❤

Your favourites say thank uuuu 💕

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Absolute Cinema has done it again 👏👏

i love gordon but i gave him such a complex design (his hair) i cry my eyes out everytime i draw him, there will always be one detail missing but its calm, at least he looks good, i like him a lot, my friends like him a bit too much

seperate pic for expressions cuz i drew them on a different canvas for whatever reason idk lol

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AYO

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TE OH MY GOD THIS IS OUTSTANDING

I love your neiloey head cannons!! Do you think you can write a cute story about it sometime? ❤️💚

Talking about my OTP???? I WOULD LOVE TO, ANON!! 🥰 Absolutely thrilled to do so. Thank you for the opportunity. Let's have some train-flavored domestic fluff for the soul.

(If you like to see which prompts I've written already or have an idea for a prompt of your own, details are here!)

None had been more surprised than Skarloey himself to see the return of a face as familiar as Neil's, the first engine he'd ever met on Sodor's shores. Years of memories had cascaded like rapids, washing over him like a tide—all at once, with astounding clarity, Skarloey could suddenly recall those sepia-drenched days of talking for hours beneath the moonlight, laughing about nothing of great importance but everything of minuscule importance. To see his face and hear his laughter after decades of grim silence, heartbreak, and finally hope had been nothing short of a miracle.

After their tearful reunion and many a day spent reminiscing, laughing, and getting to meet all of the "new" engines on the line, Neil had settled in to the railway's day-to-day dynamic quite nicely. He had been formally instituted as the Skarloey Railway's standard-gauge multipurpose engine, used for when the little engines needed to be transported places or for bringing slate and other goods trains wherever they needed to go when nobody from the NWR was available. Such an arrangement worked out incredibly well, especially given that Neil was not often called upon for such tasks and could often be found spending his days enjoying the warm sun and chatting with whoever was in the sheds at the time. Skarloey's outdoor shed had even been modified to fit a dual-gauge track, and he and Neil happily slept buffer to buffer, their fireboxes warm despite holding no flame.

One day, about a month after Neil had arrived on the railway, Skarloey's driver Tabitha had a thought. "You know," she grinned, as they finished up their last run for the day, "we could always set you two buffermates up on a date."

Skarloey couldn't help but sputter in response, eyes wide as a bright blush blossomed across his cheeks. "Wh-what?! A date?! I... what?!" From his cab, Mazel, his stoker, suddenly squeaked in alarm as his flame flared up, and Skarloey took a breath, willing himself to calm. "I appreciate the idea, Tabitha," he replied stoically, his reddened cheeks returning to a more normal color, "but what kind of date could we possibly have? We can't exactly... erm... Mazel, what do humans do on dates?"

"O-oh! Um, let me see... go see a film? Walk around the park? Go out to eat?"

"Yes, those sorts of activities. We don't have hands, and we can't exactly move by ourselves, so I simply don't see how we could go on something as... personal as a date."

Tabitha could only roll her eyes affectionately at Skarloey's rebuttal, giving his frames a gentle pat. "For how old you are, you sure can be silly. No, you daft engine, here's what I'm thinking..."

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Two weeks later, about an hour after the last train had finished its run of the Main Line, the clouds had all fled for further horizons and the stars, usually so shy, had all come out to dance. Stellar bodies waltzed their way through the sky, keeping time to a song they'd heard since birth and giving their due deference to the moon, who watched from her perch with an imperious eye.

Far beneath her alabaster gaze, thanks to the help of the terribly good-natured cleaning crew, Skarloey was being carefully loaded onto a flatbed, and secured with high-strength cables. The crimson engine fussed in place a moment, testing his restraints, then gave a little hum of approval before his eyes turned to gaze at his companion for the evening.

Neil was staring up at him, absolutely transfixed. The box tank's eyes overflowed with adoration, and he smiled so gently that any observer would think he was admiring a priceless work of art. Skarloey couldn't stop himself from smiling back, somewhat embarrassed by the attention but equally craving it.

As the two engines waited for the workers to finish their final check, they found that they only had eyes for each other, both of their minds immersed in memories of those fateful days in 1865. "This is just like the day we met, isn't it...?" Neil marveled, his eyes skirting from Skarloey's down to his buffers, then to the flatbed he was secured to before rising back up, and Skarloey chuckled in reply, his smile somehow growing even wider.

"I was just thinking the same, my darling."

"Alright, you sappy coupling," Tabitha interjected, a quiet smile on her face and a barely contained laugh sitting just behind it. "Mazel and I have been practicing with Neil for these past two weeks, and we've gotten the hang of how to operate him. We've gotten permission from Sir Topham and Mr. Sam to take you both down the Main Line, where we'll turn around at Maron. You'll both get to finally see a new part of it, after all this time." Skarloey and Neil's eyes widened almost comically in sync, expressions brightening with a youthfulness that strangely suited them. "Oh, thank you, Tabitha!" Skarloey cheered, while Neil shot both driver and stoker a grateful smile.

"Yes, yes. Now, as always, do keep a look out, but we'll be extra vigilant ourselves, so you ought to enjoy yourselves." Without further ado, the two humans took up their positions behind Neil, and soon enough, the train was off, two more dancers waltzing out into the night.

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Once they began to move and find their cadence along the rails, Skarloey and Neil couldn't help but gasp in awe, marveling at scenery that was so new and different to their old eyes. Yet, despite the plethora of new sights, their attention was mostly focused on each other, with the two of them talking and laughing in tandem, sharing stories of what had happened during their time apart. It couldn't have been easier to fall back into their old rhythm, picking up where they'd left off with an ease that most would envy.

"...and that's when Sir Handel's ego finally deflated, and he never mentioned steam-rollers again!" Skarloey laughed, and Neil chortled right along with him, having no trouble imagining the scene.

"You all were quite the busy sorts! But look at ye now; ye made it through everything that's come yer way. That's real special, Loey. You've overcome some real odds."

"...Yes, well."

At this, the little engine's tone took a turn for the melancholic, his smile slipping away to allow for a more somber expression. "I have... overcome much, I suppose."

A beat of silence passed; as much as Skarloey tried to hold fast to his now-fleeting cheer, he instead only found himself left with a dread he'd tried so hard to hide, and had mostly succeeding in doing so. Unfortunately, given the seriousness of Neil's expression, it was abundantly clear that he could see it plainly.

"Neil, I..."

As much as Skarloey tried to will the words forward, for some reason, they forsook him, instead gathering behind his eyes as tears. Neil, being the engine that he was, did not rush Skarloey in the slightest. He simply waited, going along at a relaxed speed, and Tabitha and Mazel did their best to blend into the background.

Finally, Skarloey managed to form the words, forcing them past the lump in his tubes such that they came out so quiet as to be almost unintelligible.

"Can you... can you still love me as I am now?"

Once the last word left Skarloey's lips, slight rivulets began tracing their way down his cheeks, although his eyes never left Neil's. It appeared as though he was waiting for some kind of judgement, or perhaps absolution for some perceived crime.

"I'm not the same engine I was when we met. I've been through too much. I've changed beyond recognition. I've been broken so many times and pulled myself together; I'm not... I'm not..."

His voice broke like a wave upon a rock, and steady as he'd ever been, Neil could only furrow his brow, looking up at his love like he'd said something unconscionable. "Oh, my Skarloey... how could I not love ye?"

Skarloey felt his frames start shaking, making him all the more grateful for the restraints, and he could only try to take quick, fast breaths, his tears now running more like streams. Seeing that he was in no position to speak, Neil decided to continue his thought.

"Sure, ye've changed 'cause of what life's thrown atcha; that's just how life is. All those ups 'n downs'll change anyone. But who ye'are atcher core hasn't changed a bit. Yer smile hasn't changed. Yer heart hasn't changed. The Skarloey I know who loves the whole wide world is still right here, wit' me. I know, because I see how all yer li'l brothers an' all the people who run our railway look at ye. They love ye somethin' fierce, and that kinda love is only given if given to them first."

In the deep quiet of the Sudrian night, Neil gave his beloved a wry grin, willing him with all his heart to understand. "Ye did yer very best wit' whatcha had, Loey. Despite it all, ye held on and made it through. Don't ye let anyone, even yerself, say otherwise."

The air was silent, save for the sounds of Tabitha and Mazel desperately trying to hold back tears. Conversely, Skarloey's tears had stopped falling at some point and his body had ceased its shaking, leaving him with an expression of wide-eyed wonder that soon turned into besotted, disbelieving laughter. The negativity that had rooted itself in his soul hadn't quite been weeded out, but Neil's words had certainly drowned out the worst of it, at least for now. "Neil, my dearest, how is it that you always know just what to say?!"

"Well, y'know how it is, beau'iful," Neil retorted, his familiar grin making a reappearance. "We Sco'ish steamers are plain-speakin' folk! We call 'em like we see 'em, n' I 'appen t'have a real good eye fer engines!"

Just like that, the gloom seemed to lift, replaced with something not quite as cheerful as earlier, but even more warm-hearted. With stars in their eyes and the years in their smiles, the love-struck coupling proceeded with their journey down the line, and then back up again, their eyes and words only for each other.

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Angry Duck loaf watching from the distance is SENDING ME

This is how the Duck V. Diesel arc went, right?

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YUUUHH!!

Thomas quit your howlin, he looks fabulous

tickled pink reference

how do i get the mandem to stop laughing at my pink coat (semi old art i kinda forgot to post soz)

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YEAH!! THEM!!

Some concept designs of the trains with more mechanical faces

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FUCK YEAH HES HERE!!

I drew Diesel 10 again after..

3 years?! Damn, I’m not giving these characters justice.. 😅

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“Peep Peep! Good morning all!”

WOO!! Here’s something I didn’t anticipate making. But MAN AM I GLAD I DID!!

He took me 4 FRICKEN HOURS 😭😭 But I’m super happy with how he turned out!! And I hope you like him as well!

Let me know who should be digitalized next

[sodor-reimagined]

RARRARARARRARARA

It’s the bois once again!