#rustrogen

[marleydoesinfactmoo]

Some prustogen mayhaps?

SURE!!! Lil doodle of them

[k0zm0zg4rd3n]

hallo rustrogen nation i tots forgot to post these on tumblr after discovering em but

this is after the race, hydra reaches out for rusty as he runs off to find pearl, and barely misses before looking defeated

"maybe , if i was a coach" ahh

[l0ttalocomotion]

[scissorsisterredcaboose]

hydra's supposed to always be here, making dinner, set to screw, that's what pretty boys should do! check their hairline! make the dinner! and love me!

anyways i dont know anything about falsettos but i love this song abd i also like the idea of rusty having internalized homophobia

[imc0nfus3d08]

Hydra : You're my best friend but I'd 100% fuck you if you asked

Rusty : What?

Hydra : what.

Lumber : *not looking up from his book* He said he'd fuck you if you asked

[forflightlessbirds]

does anyone even like rustrogen. hi guys

(click 4 better quality!!!!)

[7dolls]

i... hate them.... 🤨?

[cloudareglowing]

I want to practice writing and give STEX fics a try so please leave some oneshot prompts in my askbox!!!!!!! Please 🙏 pretty please 🙏 I will take literally any suggestions except explicit smut haha 🚂

[ghoulchurch]

rustrogen CANONIZED

[gravitycosplays-solarflareart]

Something something Starlight Express. I’ve had trains and Star Wars on the brain thanks to May the 4th and I’m enjoying the concept of CT-82 “Hydra” and Jedi Knight McCoy a bit too much

[notamatterofif]

rustrogen 👍

reblog if you agree

[colynisdead]

I am writing a rustrogen fic. You have been made aware. Happy pride everyone!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🎊🎊🎊🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

[itsnotamatterofif]

Thank you anon!!! Another character wildcard, so have some Tendersteam after a long shift feat. Grouchy Rusty and a supportive Hydra just wanting their boyfriend to get some sleep :3c

Send me some characters and a prompt and I’ll write you a Drabble!

“C’mon hon’, we’re nearly there.”

It’s late, gotta’ be nearly three or four in the morning by the time they’re back, and even Hydra’s dead on his wheels. Night shifts always manage to take it out of them, but they definitely seem to hit Rusty, who struggles with mornings at the best of times, the worst,; they’ve just deposited the other trucks back in the freight shed, and even with only two hundred yards to his own shed, Rusty’s wheels are dragging painfully through the sand.

Hydra’s never really been in a position to show his concern before - he’d mention it to Porter usually, who would shrug and explain that Rusty never let anyone help him, no matter how big the bags under his eyes were or how many times he tripped over his own toe stops getting back. Wrongfully, they’d assumed that now they were official, Rusty would at least lean on them every now and then, but here he is, pushing Hydra away like his life depended on it.

“I’m fine,” Rusty spits, barely open eyes looking anywhere but at Hydra as he bats away the arms offered to him, “we’re nearly back.”

“I know,” Hydra hums in reply, trying to keep as nonchalant as possible, “but you look like you could keel over any second now, and I’d much rather you collapsed into the bed rather than the floor - less far to drag you-“

“Hydra.” Uh oh, full name, he’s in trouble. “I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“C’mon, love,” Hydra offers again, and as he rushes to catch up with Rusty they can’t help but spot the fuel gauge on his tender hovering just above zero, “you’re wobblin’ on your feet, lean on me.”

“I’m fine,” Rusty spits, unfamiliar and determined, “I just need to get home-“

As if on cue, there’s the familiar sound of a toe stop scuffing against the ground, rubber hitting dirt as Rusty’s eyes go wide and arms windmilling as he tries to support himself on equally unsteady wheels. For a second he topples forwards, as if he’s going to go face first into the floor, and Hydra doesn’t think they’ve ever moved so fast in his life as when he reaches out to grab Rusty’s shoulders before he crumbles. Admittedly it takes a lot of effort to not immediately go over with him, but they dig their own toe stops into the dirt, standing firm as Rusty’s chest heaves with panic.

“I’ve got you,” Hydra whispers gently, relaxing back onto his wheels as Rusty stands slowly, “it’s alright, you’re okay, lean on me.”

There’s no reply from Rusty, only the gentle closing of his eyes in frustration and another deep, panicked breath as he slowly eases to Hydra’s touch.

“Get us home,” Rusty whispers, barely audible above the ambience of the night, tone laced with defeat and embarrassment, “sorry, Hy’, I-.”

“No need to apologise,” Hydra replies cheerfully, letting go of Rusty’s shoulders tentatively to scoot in front and let Rusty hold onto their couplers for dear life - it’s not often he has to pull Rusty around, and thankfully it’s only for the short distance back to the shed, but the weight on his back, this incredibly precious cargo, is without a doubt the most important thing they’ve hauled today.

Before Hydra can think too hard about it they’re back at Rusty’s shed, hauling the shutter open to allow Rusty to sleepily stumble in; he’s barely bothering to skate over the bed as Hydra gently closes the shutters behind them, collapsing onto the bed with a huff and a shudder of his shoulders finally lowering.

“Let’s get your tender off,” Hydra hums quietly, quickly unlatching their own tank and leaving it discarded by the door as Rusty groans in frustration, “and then you can sleep, I promise.”

Another groan in response, but this time quieter, an ounce more petulant - if they couldn’t already tell that Rusty was struggling to stay awake it would be obvious by the fact he’s given up on words. Thankfully, Hydra’s well practiced at this point, making short work of the various ratchets and straps keeping the heavy tender to Rusty’s back, and it comes away from Rusty with a sigh of relief before being placed gently by the bed. Skates come next, Hydra ducking down to pick apart Rusty’s complex series of knots and ties like clockwork.

“Can you stay?” He asks quietly, just as Hydra shucks off the last skate with a gentle laugh, “wanna’ hold you.”

“Aye aye,” Hydra replies happily, his own skates joining Rusty’s as they clumsily stagger over to the bed, “your wish is my command, captain-“

“Stop talkin’,” Rusty mutters, and he holds out his arms for Hydra to slot himself into, “I love you, but you’re too loud.”

“Sorry,” Hydra whispers dramatically, and the fatigue that they’ve been ignoring makes itself known as Rusty’s grip tightens around his back, pulling them close and slotting them into the crook of his neck.

A mutter, and Rusty’s face twists uncomfortably. “I’m sorry too.”

Hydra frowns slightly, apology breaking them out of the lullabye of a faintly chugging engine. “For what?”

“Snapping,” Rusty mutters forlornly, and as if to apologise further, squeezes Hydra around the middle weakly, “you were just trying to help.”

“S’alright,” Hydra replies with a grin, and twists to press a gentle kiss into Rusty’s warm jaw, “you can help further by getting some rest, alright? Wake me up if you need anything.”

Rusty’s too busy snoring to hear.

[marleydoesinfactmoo]

I lobe them

[today-at-the-traintracks]

Today Rusty apologized to Hydra for not giving him enough credit in the race.

[imc0nfus3d08]

Because of some delays the fic will be out later than planned so have this instead...

Playing Twister in the Freight shed

Slick : Right hand red

Hydra : *Ends up on top of Rusty*

Rusty : Okay you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Porter : *crying from laughter*

Lumber : Yeah Slick stopped spinning 15 turns ago, honestly we're surprised you didn't notice sooner