#3/3 extravaganza

[sodorsteam]

Like the last of those fires, we shall burn into the night Like a moth to the flame, I will turn back again Oh, I'm coming home, calling out your name... All I've ever known

-Doves, 10:03

A little something for my favorite big green lad, The Strong Engine, The Bravest Boy, The Flying Kipper, The Broken, He Who Stared the Beast of Obsolescence In the Eye and Laughed...

Henry the Green Engine!

HAPPY 3/3, HENRY!

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Continuing the 3/3 extravaganza, here are some drawings for a "Rail Rage" comic I didn't complete. The fresh sketches and the digital paintings, which are also kinda rough.

[loafbud]

A Frye for me pls. I love how you draw her a lot.

ive gotten multiple frye requests from different ppl, so here's a frye for y'all!! i slightly updated my design for her (mainly eye + hair shapes)

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

1x15 | The Scarecrow

Oswald and Ed 🐧🧩 (officially) meet for the very first time, and right off the bat it was obvious how incredible their dynamic was. Gotham made a lot of missteps throughout its run, but it absolutely stuck the landing when it came to this scene

I'm firmly in the camp that for Ed, it was obsession at first sight back in episode 6

Probably went on the hunt for each and every scrap of information he could find about Oswald and his villainous escapades, and subsequently always kept an ear out for any mention of Oswald's name around the precinct

Hence why (in my view), when the opportunity to finally interact with Oswald presented itself, Ed was utterly incapable of playing it even remotely cool.

Ed - my guy - Oswald is a Gangster. You can't just openly stalk him around the precinct and share 'neat' facts about methods that help bring more baby penguins into the world 😭 😭 FFS that's about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the skull

As for Oswald, he is just - so done throughout this entire interaction. In the span of two minutes he manages to speedrun through more emotions than some people experience in a week; truly, a work of art.

[valcaine]

yet another doodle (please post tumblr I know you can do it)

[ghostlysage]

ok hai guys pikmin time

this is it!!!! farewell again for a month!!!!

first two are from today

^^ these two are canon ty 😁

[freakartack]

[offorestsongs]

[SR] Rosienne Minuit - The Hat Extravaganza

another Rosienne card, woo! this time for the fan event hosted by @zetsubobu <3 it's quite ironic that i choose to participate in a hat-based event considering the fact that i famously hate drawing hats but i still had a lot of fun with this!! i thought Rosienne would especially fit the aesthetic, so here he is!!

[voicelines under the cut]

Summon Line: “Oh, it’s just a silly competition, let’s not get heated and just have fun!” No, fuck that. If I’m here, I’m here to win. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: Queendom of Roses, huh? Well, that sounds like the place for me. Home Idle 1: Of course I’m wearing a dress. All the men’s options were booo-ring. Where’s the fun in just wearing a suit? Home Idle 2: I was told that they have good sweets in the Queendom of Roses. If you’ll need me, I’ll be wherever they are. Home Idle 3: If you need to ask anyone for advice on how to decorate your hat, I’m the best one around. I don’t think anybody else here has any sense of style. Home Idle - Login: Hey, Prefect, take a picture of me, would you? I didn’t get all dolled up for nothing! Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, the make up? Well, that was Vil’s idea, but I actually don’t hate it. This style’s kinda fun. Home Tap 2: It’s funny watching Rook trying to cozy up to Leona. What? I’m not here to babysit him. I’m allowed to just sit back and laugh. Home Tap 3: I thought I’d match my hair to the whole rose theme. What do you think? I don’t look like a clown, do I? Home Tap 4: Somehow I ended up bonding with the Heartslabyul housewarden. I just wanted to know more about the history of some places, and he happened to know, like, all of it. Huh, he really is nicer than I expected! Home Tap 5: It’s such a shame that spring and summer are such a busy place back at home. I’d love to go see all the gardens here with my dad. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

[dilf-in-peril]

his fucking nails

[sweetmapple]

POV we spot you at Withers' Epilogue Party Extravaganza and deem you and your vibes easily pickpocket-able

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Rail Rage (CW: Coarse Language)

The 3/3 Extravaganza continues in this story of annoying visitors meeting their comeuppance in Rail Rage...

Don't bother the locals...

It was a cold, very windy day on the Island of Sodor sometime in Autumn, not really much different from any other.

A visitor from the Mainland had come to visit the North Western Railway. It is not that unusual in this day and age for steam engines from the Mainland heritage railways to visit the last great revenue paying steam railway in the world.

The fact that during the visit, a “rail rage” incident occurred is.

Most of the time, the visitors are humbled and awed by the fact that there is an Island populated by their cousins that are free to work and run in ways that are meaningful to them as locomotives rather than being kept around as museum pieces or run only occasionally.

Most of them are friendly, like Flying Scotsman and City of Truro.

A few are not, like Mallard.

This one was antagonistic.

BR Pacific Britannia-Class 70013 “Oliver Cromwell” was seemingly bent on annoying absolutely everyone on the Island of Sodor on his visit.

He unfortunately had the attitude a distinct set of steam locomotives had that their particular heritage lines spoiled them and whenever the time came to meet other locomotives, he didn’t treat them very respectfully.

(The fact that a lot of the locos on Sodor were either pre-Grouping or Grouping era engines inflamed his attitude...)

He’d given Edward smacktalk at Elsbridge. “Queen Victoria died 100 years ago, time to retire!”. Edward frowned at him but said nothing, quietly seething.

He’d made fun of Toby for being a tram...”Get off the line you old codger! You’ll give yourself a heart attack! And shouldn’t you be on the electric line, being a tram and all?”.

Toby was very angry and attempted to wheesh him, but the Pacific visitor chuffed off laughing.

“You’ll keep!” grumbled Toby, “You’re gonna get yours…”, and hissed steam in his direction.

“Pay him no mind, love!” said Henrietta, his faithful coach.

He said something so crude and disgusting to Murdoch it doesn’t bear repeating, but the mighty engine could only be gainsaid from laying into his BR cousin by the intercession of James.

When Oliver Cromwell came upon Henry chuffing towards Brendam on the mainline with a couple of coaches, he decided that it was an irresistible opportunity to show off…

He raced past him and called out , “Nice coaches! Glad that they made them empty enough for you to pull, you old LMS piece of junk…”, and he pulled away laughing at himself.

Henry was pissed off. He had, as the kids say nowadays, No Chill.

���’LMS Piece of junk?’ Its not enough he comes to visit our Island and insult my friends, he has to give me shit while I’m on duty…”, but a sudden idea came to his smokebox.

If this uppity, pampered heritage Mainlander was going to give lip to basically his Elder and antecedent (the BR Standard classes were strongly based upon Stanier designs, of which Henry was a proud example of, being one of the first Black Fives), then he was going to put the fear of Godred into him.

The constabulary were often stationed at random points on this section of the mainline to trap engines exceeding the speed limit (a safety measure the Fat Controller put to the Island Council to stop incidences of burst safety valves and potential accidents as well as countering foolish machismo amongst the engines). The prospect of getting their crews fined or suspended without pay was enough to get engines to behave.

Only locomotives with specific lamp codes like the ones for Gordon’s Wild Nor’wester, the Flying Kipper and the Sudrian were exempt, and at any point, Henry could always make a clever excuse if he was clocked.

And Oliver Cromwell knew not the lines of Sodor at all. Or this policy as a matter of fact.

As if knowing what his engine was thinking, Henry’s driver turned away from the window and opened the regulator wide.

“We’ll show him, we’ll show him!” snarled Henry. The coaches started singing, “We’ll get him! We’ll get him!”

Knowing that his stretch of track would eventually curve out towards Brendam by the time the idiot BR Britannia wised up, Henry relaxed into his cylinder rhythm and began to trance out.

Trickity trock trickety trock

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

clangclangclangclangclangclang

He drew level and maintained presence of mind only to whistle rudely at Oliver Cromwell; a high-pitched chirp laden with contempt, then fully locked on into running down the line.

As it was said, it was a terribly windy day and it was blowing a cold gale directly into their faces as they ran, creating an even more thunderous atmosphere for those aboard both sets of coaches.

By now they had noticed that Henry was keeping pace and thought it was part of the trip. They kept laughing and cheering towards the passengers in Henry’s carriages, who would laugh and cheer back.

Oliver Cromwell blinked and realized the Black Five was now running level with the creepiest look of blissed-out intensity on his face.

“What the hell are you doing, you crazed Middy loon?!?” he yelled.

Henry took no notice, he was enraptured by his own exhaust beat, the rhythmic clanging of his motion gear and the roar of the wind.

A long blast of Oliver Cromwell’s whistle didn’t snap Henry out of the trance.

Bear tooted hello as he approached on the opposite line, while Henry shouted greetings and continued to follow and ignore Oliver Cromwell with that self-same look of deranged mania on his face.

Oliver Cromwell pumped his pistons as best he could and pulled ahead easily, but he was starting to get the odd feeling that this… was not as it appeared.

Henry was seemingly racing him without making the customary challenge out loud…and was deliberately ignoring him. Was he stalking him? Was this a Rail Rage incident in the making? Why is his driver letting him do this?

Oliver Cromwell was growing more uncomfortable and unhappy as Henry kept pace.

He kept yelling at the Black Five trying to get an answer but Henry ignored him.

The most terrifying part of all this was that Henry didn’t even look angry… he was ecstatic.

Henry began singing.

“One man went to war, went to war, went to war...one man and his baseball bat, went to war in Vickers…'

“Sing it with me girls!”

Henry and the coaches were running full pelt down the line and singing a violent football song…then the passengers were singing it!

“We are Vicarstown...We are Vicarstown!...”

“You’ve done it now, Ollie…” said his driver, “I told you a thousand times not to antagonise the locals… now one of them seemingly wants to kick your smokebox in…”

Oliver Cromwell began to panic and moved to pull ahead as the lines began to spread out before Wellsworth. Driver scolded him for freaking out and maintained a firm grip on the regulator. The spoiled idiot locomotive deserved a bit of a scare from a local, because he knew Henry couldn’t do anything else other than frighten him.

Before anyone knew, they were both storming though Wellsworth at top speed. Lots of people sitting at the station looked mightily impressed, not knowing this was entirely unplanned.

“Look alive Henry, the turn is coming…” shouted his driver, pulling Henry out of his reverie.

With a clang and a clamor, Henry pulled back to slow down, made the turn after Wellsworth and vanished down the line towards Suddery.

“Byyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” he and the coaches called out as they pulled away.

Oliver Cromwell was somewhat relieved the crazed green Black Five was gone. But now he was by himself at full tilt down the line… without having the proper head code to run Express.

Snap!

At 200metres down the line, a bright light startled Oliver Cromwell as he approached Gordon’s Hill.

A speed camera?! On a fucking steam railway? What kind of weird Alice In Wonderland bullshit is this?

They ran the rest of the way towards Vicarstown, and without saying a single word to any engine on the way.

He didn’t bother to insult Gordon who was making his own way towards Tidmouth with the Wild’Norwester.

He didn’t say anything to Percy as he was taking the mail train in the opposite direction from Barrow.

He didn’t say a word to Emily who was sitting in a siding, or to Pip and Emma at Vicarstown.

He was too frightened to say a word. But he complained to his driver and fireman that the “crazy LMS loon” had been about to kill him incessantly and pestered them into talking to the Fat Controller.

Also, he was peeved they had been clocked. No other railway had speed cameras! They absolutely must get out of paying the fine!

“That doesn’t sound like Arthur at all…” said the Fat Controller, referring to Arthur the big ex-LMS Ivatt Class 2MT tank engine, who came to mind first. Arthur was notoriously stable, obedient and not crazy at all.

The idea of Arthur being some kind of deranged stalker was actually kinda funny to the Fat Controller.

“No sir, we are referring to the big green Black Five…”

Ah.

The Fat Controller questioned Henry at Tidmouth Sheds, who tried to look innocent.

‘I don’t know sir, maybe it was one of those other green LMS tender engines…”

“THERE ARE NO OTHER GREEN LMS TENDER ENGINES!” roared the Fat Controller.

Henry gulped.

“Were you threatening Oliver Cromwell with violent songs?”

“Oh Godred no sir! Me and the coaches were singing ‘One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow! One man and his train, peep! Went to mow a meadow…’, Henry nervously sang.

“I recall something mentioned about a baseball bat…”

Henry panicked. He sang the one song that could have probably have mentioned baseball bats in a non violent context, one that Rosie taught him at Vicarstown.

“Take me out to the ballgame!...”

“I appreciate the demonstration of your singing talents, but don’t bullshit me, Henry… if you did that was an unacceptable breach of hospitality… ….’

Thomas spoke up.

“Its true, Sir! Oliver Cromwell was being an arsehole to everyone on Sodor…”

Edward, who was very tired and really really peeved snarled, “He said that Queen Victoria died a century ago and that I should retire!”

Toby raged “He said I was an old codger that would get a heart attack and should be on the electric line, being a tram and all! Electric! Electric!”

Thomas then said, “He also asked Hiro how long he’s been there… Hiro just said, “From before your designer’s father was swimming around in a nut sack…’, which was a pretty killer comeback…”

The Fat Controller contemplated all these claims.

“I must admit, all of these have a ring of truth...”

‘Everyone had been complaining about Oliver Cromwell’s attitude towards the other engines, staff and rolling stock the entire time but no one wanted to say anything…’

And somehow, the people on his train thought that your little rail rage incident was part of the show! They thought it was a train race that we organized as part of the tour! They were very, very impressed...”

Henry fought the urge to take credit, knowing that if he failed the stern warning to ‘Neither confirm or deny” everyone could get into serious trouble, with the Fat Controller, with Oliver Cromwell’s owners, with the Island Council and everyone.

The Fat Controller could see the struggle raging in his smokebox and he understood. In order to avoid that can of worms, he decided that this matter was to end right here, in a swift and decisive manner so that no one could threaten to sue.

“DO NOT DO THAT EVER AGAIN, HENRY; YOU DO NOT RUN THE RAILWAY, I DO!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?

You do that again, I’m putting a tent on you! Got that?!”

“Yes, sir…” said Henry, meekly.

“You report to slow goods duties tomorrow afternoon and for an indefinite period!”

“Thank you, sir…” said Henry, deflated.

At least it wasn’t rubbish duty.

The Fat Controller huffed and walked away, trying to stop himself from quietly laughing at the idea at Arthur being a crazy homicidal maniac, Henry’s lame attempts at avoiding responsibility… and Hiro saying “swimming around in a nut sack”.

Henry sat in the sheds; sad, drained and tired. The run had caught up with him and he was exhausted down to the frames, the motion gear aching. The emotional comedown from that ecstatic run was far worse than the relatively mild punishment he was given.

I wish Har’ was here to rub my motion gear down and give me a kiss good night… so sore, so tired.

It was just as well he was resting in Tidmouth for his 3 AM Kipper run, then off to slow goods for Crovan knows how long.

“Onya Henry! Way to scare the daylights out of that arsehole 7F!” he heard.

“Carn Vickers!” was another one. He had no idea who said it, he was sliding into oblivion.

“Thank you…whoever you are!” he said as he passed out.

Inspired by this video of a Black Five seemingly racing BR Oliver Cromwell

[libraryofloveletters]

Max goes all out for christmas and invited santa for his daughter and niblings with promts “I’d let you sit on my lap.” “Too bad you're not Santa Clause” pleaseeeeee. reader is currently pregnant and got hot and bothered left his daughter in Victoria’s care for few hours to ‘rest’

why is this so cute // prompt: “I’d let you sit on my lap.” “Too bad you're not Santa Clause”

You watched from your spot in the living room as the kids ran circles around Santa. 

Your husband, Max, had managed to get Santa to pay a visit to the Verstappen household for Christmas Eve, surprising your daughter, Lily and her cousins, Luka and Lio. 

Victoria was taking photos of the kids with Santa as you were almost 8 months pregnant and exhausted. You were up for a bit but she told you to relax, she’ll handle the mess; you two seem to be taking turns taking care of the kids while the other is pregnant. 

You smile at your husband as he sits beside you, offering you a bite of his gingerbread cookie but you shook you head, resting it on his shoulder instead. Max's arm wraps around you. 

“What do you think she’s asking for?” You asked your husband, looking at Lily on Santa’s lap. 

Max shrugs, “probably a race car.” 

“Haha.” You nudged him softly. Max dreamt of his little girl following in his footsteps, if she so wished too but he really wanted her too; since you were pregnant, he wanted that. 

You two were having a boy this time but he doesn’t mention it with this one as much, it’s always been his Lily; the apple of his eye. 

“What do you want for Christmas ?” Max asks you. “Only Santa gets to know that.” You joked. 

“I’d let you sit on my lap and tell me.” 

“Too bad you're not Santa Clause.” 

Max leans into you, whispering some not so child friendly words in your ear and you nudge him, biting back a smile. 

Later that evening, Victoria and the kids were headed home seeing that you all agreed to do Christmas morning at her place. “How about Lily has a sleepover with her cousins tonight ?” Your sister in law offers and you nod, smiling. 

“You wouldn’t mind, would you?” 

“Not at all, we're all camping out in the living room tonight.” 

Max gets her little bag with all her stuff and carries her out to Victoria’s car, as well as taking Luka and Lio with him after you kiss Lily goodbye. You can hear him speaking to her in Dutch, surely telling her something wicked based on her giggling. 

Victoria was still on the porch with you while Max buckled in all 3 kids. “Make sure this one doesn't come early,” she says, her hand on your bump. “What do you mean?” You asks, giving her a hug. 

“Sex induces labour,” she reminds you, a playful smile on her face. “Victoria!” You laughed, shooing her away. 

Max hugs his sister on the walkway, watching as she pulls off. “What did she tell you ?” He asks you, his arm around you. “Nothing,” you smile, your arm around your husband. 

[loafbud]

some shiver stuff would be nice :D it's how i got introduced to your super-cool art style after all, as well as part of the reason i'm on tumblr in the first place lmao

dang, that means a whole lot to hear!!! here is a shiver for you 🫡🫡

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

1x3 | The Balloonman

Time to honor the episode that split audiences, where half the viewership jumped ship due to absurdity, vs the other half that locked in, ready and eager for more comic book Camp™.

Here's to you, Balloonman 🥂🎈

[ladychandraofthemoone]

🎨🖌️🚂

Painted Sir Haydn for my first art assignment, went for a imaginary routine.

Some close ups:

[ghostlysage]

i cant stop

DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

budududududududuud

today i bring you: a forgotten show i loved so dearly and want to rewatch this summer, SPIDERMAN OH MY GOD ITS SPIDERMAN, warfy warfstache, and… grimace…

i love noir and spiderham; they���re two of my faves… miguel is overrated imo; these two deserve better

(sorry theres like 5 different line styles; some pieces done in procreate and some in aggie ((i found a cool new aggie brush featured in wilford n spider duo drawings)) )