#ttte ghost pals

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None of these designs are even official but okay

(All of these are Ghost Pals! Alfred)

(Gordon)

Also yeah I went traditional because I got a knew tab not too long ago

Posting another set of art but it's not TTTE related because I entered new fandoms while I was absent

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The finished product of this wip. I also have absolutely no idea on what to put in the captions-

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WIP for Dane in TTTE Ghost Pals! I should be in my Spider-Verse hyperfixation or my Transformers hyperfixation but the Dane cult has been growing, so I'd let to tell you all some stuff I've been doing with Ghost Pals :)

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WARNING: BRIGHT COLORS, DROWNING, EYE CONTACT

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「タタタ・・・」

Was absent for a while because I was focusing on this lmao

This is the song that I used as the inspiration:

Here's an alternate version:

And another (him without the extra rendering and not upside down)

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Quack, quack, quack :>

Small facts about Duck in different AUs!!

I was actually considering making him the main character for the revamped BWBA. But uhh I'm still thinking about it and I'm pretty sure his dilemma about wanting to go somewhere was solved decades ago.

In all his human forms, Toad is the one who gives him his black bow.

In Railway Miracles, he has family issues regarding the Great Western legacy. In the main story, his beliefs are challenged at some point when he starts feeling homesick and a mean great Western engine comes to Sodor. He did overcome this tho.

Duck's and Diesel's encounter will be rewritten in these AUs.

In Ghost Pals, he had a cousin named Liam. He...doesn't know where he went.

In human versions, his “waddling” is a result of a physical birth defect.

He's not one to make up morals in the Great Western name, but in SOS From Sodor he does once. “No man shall ever resend his friend until the end”. And he did. He did.

He was the one who eventually found Douglas in a snowy mountain when he went missing in Duskytracks. He was scarred from what he saw and told everyone to never go up there.

Toad is the one who does his hair often.

I like subverting shoot sometimes so in some versions of my AUs, Duck may be a little head over heels for Donald

(Don't worry he just really likes him)

Okie thas it

(@monstroso , @bruhstation , @beumdi , @hkpika07 , @verypsbfan019 a few others were inspirations for this design)

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Hi everyone! Based on @bruhstation 's thing with Gordon, I decided to make my own :D

Oh and uuhh this is info is mainly applicable to Ghost Pals and SOS From Sodor lol (and a lil bit of HFOD)

(P.S, these designs were inspired by @bruhstation and @hkpika07 and possibly a few others)

Greendon

Gordon in his younger days

Covered in soot and dirt with his nerdy glasses

Had shoulder length hair that usually got tangled and rough because of work. Sometimes when he was being picked on they would pull it.

Wore green for resemblance to Scotsman.

Had eye bags due to overworking.

Gordon (Early days on Sodor)

He became a new man when he arrived on Sodor.

Ditched the glasses and used contact lenses and got a brand new outfit.

He cut his hair short for reasons...

Sodor outfits in the early days...when the numbers were pendants on ties...

No more eye bags :)

Gordon (Later on and in Enterprising Engines)

Gordon but he's going through ✨ character development✨

You can see that he ditched his fancy outfit

Number 4 clip

His hair started to grow but he couldn't make or find the time to cut it

Small eye bags because of depression from dead siblings hu hu hu

Gordon (Present Day)

Gordon “Majestic Hair” Gresley

“Damn I can't believe you spent years cutting your hair even though you actually look good in it” <- Henry

Character development :')

He's still a jack4$$. Maybe it's just who he is...

Finally let his hair down and grow

Final version on Sodor outift; Numbers on the arm

He didn't like showing off his number before because of jokes that he's below Thomas, but he's changed since.

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My sister (@itsjustempathy ) simped on Gordon earlier so uuuhhh

Here's some facts

As a human, he has bags under his eyes because of nightly express service

He has the longest hair out of the White Streak trio (Edward and Henry).

He has four white streaks of hair

Edward thinks of Philip like his son, yes. But Gordon does too. In fact, he's the one watching over him and protecting him. He will never admit this. (thanks @hkpika07 )

@just-a-douglas-simp-existing 's design of Henry inspired this

Messy but flowy hair that Henry and Edward love putting their faces into

He totallllyyy fits “Your Stupid Face” by Kaden MacKay

Okie thas it

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Hi! After I did Gordon's development thing I decided to do Henry's!

(these Designs were inspired by @bruhstation , @theflyingkipper , @wysteriaisapenguin , @fraiserabbit , @percy-supremacy , and more I may have forgotten to tag)

Henry (Before Sodor)

This is a lot more canon to Ghost Pals than the other AUs because Alfred is a part of this lol

Back in his other railway, he was Alfred's biggest victim because they both looked alike. Alfred didn't want to share his style and hair color with someone he considered below him.

He accused him of stealing his look and so did a few others who followed Alfred.

He was persistent on hiding his pain. He also didn't like being coddled for being mocked by Alfred by him pretending to pity him.

He swore that when he gets to Sodor, things would be different. He will never cry again in front of anyone and he'll be a different person.

Henry (Early Days on Sodor)

Things were no different on Sodor. Unaccepted, as always. But he was.

If you can't be treated with respect, do it yourself.

He was vain and grumpy, honest about how he felt and annoyed everyone with it. He was gonna bring everyone into it.

He wore an ugly ass black fedora like he was going on an emo phase

He thought that people treated him this way because they thought he was weak. What he didn't know was that it was how everyone treated each other. He only figured out after befriending Edward.

Edward was one of his only friends. Not that he approached him, but Henry was by his side when he was teased by the others for his age.

He kept this look until The Flying Kipper incident.

Henry (After The Flying Kipper Incident)

Henry thought it was going to be the same, even after the incident. No one would want him. Who would want him anyways?

He was surprised to see a teary-eyed Edward running towards him and hugging him. Even Gordon, his supposed replacement, came to congratulate him for his return to NWR. It was that time he learned that more people cared about him than he thought.

Henry's hair was cut short from the incident but it eventually grew soldier length.

He became a bit different after that incident....

Henry (Present Day)

He had his final appearance change in Enterprising Engines, before he saved Bear and Spamcan.

He came from being a literal pathetic wet cat to a huge chad that saved someone's life.

He was still a jack4$$ like Gordon, but his persistence and determination proved him a different person.

He cut his hair short. He was able to move on from his past with Alfred and gave himself a side braid.

Finally, he found a place he could call “home”.

Also he PULLED flatbeds in this look trying to impress Hiro Hhahahahhahhahahpwkixbnaklakjj

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Hey look

It's our old man Timothy :D

BONUS DRAWINGS! (CW: Blood, Injury And Mentions Of Murder)

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(For the record, Alfred hadn't gone through his arc yet, so he was truly being a hypocrite here.)

His design was inspired by: @bruhstation , @elovesrandomfandom , and @humanoid-au !

Expect a certain crane from another country to come next.... :)

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Thanks to @verypsbfan019 , I have decided that 1020/Dane will be a part of my TTTE Ghost Pals AU :)

Don't know what that is? Here's a short run down

I posted a lot (I think?) about it before. Basically it focuses on the ghosts in TTTE world: Alfred, Timothy, Godred, Proteus, etc...

Also, it is currently in need of HEAVY fixing with it's world building and plots. There might be updates to the world so older info that you see about it may not be reliable anymore.

Anyway, here's an alt version of Dane:

Hope ya like it

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@bruhstation @just-a-douglas-simp-existing @ladychandraofthemoone

He's a murderer your honor <3

(Also yes this is Douglas)

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The Man In The Mirror (A Casa Crossover Short [?] Fic)

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“Hey, have you heard about that guy named Percy?”

“Shush! Don’t say his name!”

“Huh? Why not?”

“I heard he killed someone while he was playing baseball.”

“What? He didn't kill him, he just injured him.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that he hurt someone.”

“But...how?”

“A hard hit on the head with a ball.”

“That Percy...I never liked him. I knew he was trouble.”

“His pleas and silent nature really bugged me off.”

“Yeah, and he's so annoying with his baby face. He should take a good look at the mirror.”

“Someone like him isn't fit for baseball.”

“Yeah! He didn't even throw it right. What convinced the coach to bring him to the team?”

“I bet he was being soooo full of himself when he got in the Sodor Sobriquets, he probably doesn't feel bad about the entire incident.”

“No, I'm pretty sure it's because he's an anti-social freak. He never goes out of his house to hang out with his friends.”

“Or maybe he was feeling paranoid that the player was better than him. That's why he hurt him.”

“Heartless twat.”

“Annoying pipsqueak.”

“Sneaky shut-in.”

“Blood-dirty Percy—”

Then he woke up.

He woke up in a cold sweat.

Percy laid in his bed, eyes wide open, as pale as a vampire.

He quickly sat up and shook his head, trying to get back to his senses. Shaking off the guilt.

He sat there lost in his thoughts. He just wanted a nice sleep. Why did it have to be a dream like that?

He turned his head to the clock on the table beside his bed, and it read; 6:30, am.

The young man sighed as he slowly stepped out, cranky and tired, and he made his way to the vanity in his room. It was old and dusty, made of wood that creaked when it was pushed. But it's mirror had a wonderful gold frame, the top marked with three gems; amber, lapis lazuli, and malachite, which all glowed in the sunlight at dawn.

Percy sat down once again, on a chair, an gazed at the mirror...

He was a hot mess.

His hair was in curls and flying about, bags under his apathetic eyes, and his sleeping wear, it's not even buttoned properly.

His face cringed at his appearance and his hand made his way to one of the drawers.

He grabbed a hair brush from it and started to harshly brush on his hair, as if he was raking a wooden floor. His hair tugged everytime the brush went to the tips of his hair.

After that, he set the brush aside, and stood up as he walked to the closet, opening its doors and searching for his daily wear, and the following came through his head...

That nightmare- no. That memory. It always came back. Why does it always come back?

Percy reminsced. He was so patient. So, so patient. Always trying to understand everyone's problems. He was so loyal, so obedient, and was willing to do anything for anyone.

So why? Why did they do that to him? He never asked for much, so what right did they have to say all those things about him? He was never going to find out, but that was of no concern to him anymore.

He was in control now. He had everyone on a leash, and followers who would cower before him like dogs, slaves who would do his bidding.

He was calling the shots now.

Percy thoughts were disturbed as he felt his vest on one of the shelves. He peaked inside the closet and found his shirt, gloves and pants, all folded and ready for him, along with “his” googles.

He grabbed them and started to change.

After buttoning up his yellow shirt he put on his vest, pulled up his pants, wore his gloves and tied his jacket around his waist. He headed back towards the mirror, googles in hand. He laid them on the vanity as he took a hair tie and tied up his hair. And finally, he put on his googles, adjusting it on his head.

Staring at his reflection one more time, he sighed in relief. Finally, he was all fixed-up, ready to go.

He walked to the door and went out to start his day...

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8:20, am.

Percy stormed into his bedroom, furiously shutting the door behind him with a bang.

Stomping towards his vanity, he slammed his hands unto the table before him

To say he was aggravated was an understatement.

But in all honesty, when you rob a grocery store for food, and you get found out by some random Scottish bloke in snow plowing clothing, you can't just beat him up and lose him in Wellsworth! And how do you accidentally stab a man in the waist?

“How the hell did they mess up one simple task?”, he asked himself. “Goddamnit, you two. It was supposed to be a stealth mission.”

“The man seems to know his way around station too but I've never seen him work there. I'll have to deal with him soon...”

“Those twins will be the death of me”, he groaned, as he roughly pulled out his googled and slammed them on the vanity

He stared at the mirror in anger as he sighed and looked down...

“You’re very lucky he’s still alive.”

Percy sharply turned his head around in response to the sudden voice he heard.

“Not there, I’m in here.”

The boy turned once again, and this time, to the mirror.

He knew what the effects of the gold dust were, but he didn’t recall one of them being that it can trap ghosts in mirrors.

In front of him was a mysterious figure, covered in shadows. He couldn't see him properly because of it, until he stepped closer.

“Percy, you need to stop”

Said man was too busy processing many things to be able to listen to the strange man, starting with the man's resemblance to an old 'friend' of his.

His hair was black with gray streaks, tied up and styled similar to Thomas' hair. He dressed in a similar style too, grey overalls and a white collared shirt underneath his grey vest with gold and red buttons aligned.

But he seemed older, and had and eye bags freckles on his face. He wore glasses too.

Percy didn't think he wasn't sure if he was a ghost, as his eyes and hair tips didn't glow with dust like the others, and his sclera wasn't grey. And Thomas never mentioned anything about having a brother…

But then again, it’s very much like Thomas—or anyone—to keep secrets from him- The vainglorious basta-

"Percy? Percy, are you even listening to me?"

“What do you want from me?”, he questioned.

“It’s simple, really..”

“I wan’t you to stop whatever you’re planning”, the elder demanded.

Percy laughed a little. “Who are you to boss me around?”, the young man hissed.

"Don't you feel any sympathy for anyone who gets caught in this mess? That Scottish man for example."

“Why should I feel bad? I’m not the one who hurt him”, he scoffed. “It’s his fault for picking a fight with those two idiots.”

The man frowned. “Really, Percy?”, he said to no one.

“Why are you doing this? Don’t you know that you’re hurting the very people you treasured? Like Thomas-”

“Don’t lecture me. You’re not my parents, And you- you don't know anything about me and Thomas.”

“Percy, I've been down the path you’re taking right now. I know that it's aggravating to be tossed around like a pawn, and used for the success of others while still being stepped on. But this is not the way to fight back. There’s a better way and I can—”

“You don’t know what you’re saying”, Percy interrupted. “There is no other way.”

“It doesn't matter how many times I can get angry, or how much I can reason with them. They will find some way to take advantage of me. Any. way. As long as they get what they want. This...THIS is the only way I can be stronger. This is the only way I'll ever be free of anyone's grasp.”

“And I'm not just rightfully punishing the people who underestimated me, I’m saving lives. Becoming stronger for those effected by what they call the ‘gold dust’”.

The man's frown deepened. “Is this really anyway for you to be ‘stronger’? To hurt the people you once cherish the most—”

“I may have loved them, but they never loved me!”, Percy shouted. “All they thought of me was another doormat to walk over! Someone insignificant! Incapable of understanding things. “Dirty Percy”, Can you really call that love?”

“You don’t understand! They were just trying to protect you—”

“Oh, so you are just one of them! I don't need protection! I am fully capable of doing things adults can do, cause I am one! I’m not a goddamn baby anymore, I’m a grown man!”

The two stared each other with baited breath, their eyes filled with an ugly intent, especially Percy's.

A long silence filled the room, the tension was so thick that you could cut it in half and eat a slice.

The old man deeply sighed.

“What happened in the tournament wasn’t your fault.”

Someone swore they could hear glass shatter.

“....How...how do you know about that..?”, the boy muttered.

“I’ve been watching you for a while now, Percy, how could I not?”, he replied. “Every night, when I go to sleep. Somehow, it seems that fate brings me into this dark void to let me watch over you. I see not only everyone you hurt, but even you, suffer everyday. And it’d hurt me. Why do you think I’m talking to you in the first place?”

“It really was an accident, and I know that.”

Percy was indignant. “My entire life was ruined because of that event... How could you just call it an accident?”

“It could’ve happened in any game. I know you think it's your fault..”

“Stop.”

“If you didn't, you wouldn't have been acting so meek and dishonest after that.”

“Stop it.”

It was infuriating for Percy to hear this man bring up the past. He turned away...

“You wouldn’t have been hiding your true feelings from other people. That incident left a huge scar on you, but that baseball game, if it makes you feel any better, you weren't entirely at fault.”

“I said stop it. I’ve already moved on”, Percy fibbed.

“But have you?”, the man said as his hand slowly went out of the mirror. Percy didn't see it as his face was turned away, and eventually found himself shocked as his nightmare replayed in his head...

“Blood-dirty Percy.”

“Guys...”

“What?”

“...”

“I-I...”

“I can’t believe you all...”

Percy told hold of the hand behind his shoulder and hit the mirror, cracks starting to form. He winced as he held his hand that started to bleed small drops of blood. Percy stood up, furthering away from the vanity.

“I told you...that you are not as strong as you say”, the elder said solemnly.

“Why you...”, he growled.

“You’re not some villain or hero, Percy. You’re only 22—”

“Shut up.”

“No! You've interrupted me enough! Please just listen—”

“I said SHUT UP—”

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Percy stayed silent and he looked at the mirror that one had its three beautiful gems, gleaming in the light, now turned on the ground with pieces of fractured mirror shards. Percy breathed heavily, a chair in his hands, slightly dented from the impact.

He was infuriated at two things; the broken mirror, and the person he just met. Luckily, the conversation didn't last long, thanks to his hard blow.

“I still can’t believe that guy”, he thought. “Talk about personal invasion of privacy.”

The young man sighed as he put down the chair and headed towards the door. “Dodge! Come here! Something broke, and I want you to clean it up”, he called.

Percy swore that on his way out he heard an eerie echo, an irritable whisper that came from the fractured pieces...

“My brother will not be happy about this.”

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I think this should've been longer honestly and I'm not very proud of this but okay

Hiiii @bruhstation consider this a gift for the art of made for Ghost Pals! Alfred :)

(ALSO FINALLY IM DONNNNEED I PROCRASTINATED SO MUCH ON THIS oh and have an unblurred version and credit to @itsjustempathy for helping me)

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It's been a while since I drew anything related to Ghost Pals

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Hi everyone! Remember when I said that I have another AU planned up my sleeve? Well, here it is!

TTTE: Ghost Pals!

Note: This page isn't completed yet. Updates will be added to this when I flesh out the AU.

Warning: Mentions of d34th and mπrd3r

It's inspired by @fraiserabbit , @sodor-spirit , @bruhstation and @dieselstooyou 's AUs! (Until The End, Casa Tidmouth, Sodor Spirits)

A heaven, hell and god definitely exist in this AU, and you can either go to the afterlife, be reincarnated, or become a ghost.

Ghosts are known to have special abilities depending on how he died.

And, inspired by “The School For Good And Evil”, have mogrification abilities, which they mainly use to turn into their old machines.

And if you see a ghosts without any massive blood or injuries, they are in a shaded form. It's an illusion that ghosts can use to look more approachable and appealing. When it's removed, the ugly horror of what's under the illusion is revealed.

Most ghosts don't understand why they didn't just immediately go to heaven, but some say it is because of a faulty God.

The story centers around Alfred (yes 98462)

So after he died he decided to haunt the island for 1: s××ts and giggles 2: malicious intent and 3: spite for the living, ESPECIALLY crovan.

But years later he, in his words, got “bored” of spooking people. But later on he figures out he's so stupid to not know that there's a bunch of other ghost on Sodor, which leads to some interesting adventures.

This is also a musical AU. So like, they kinda sing here—

That’s all I'll say for now so let's move on to the characters:

Alfred (98462)

The most aggravating little s××t

Doesn't really believe that he did anything wrong.

Attempted to kill Henry, Gordon and possibly Crovan (his ex-crush)

Died attempting to kill Henry and Gordon (via explosion)

So now he can explode shiet

Got trapped in a tea kettle (haha loser)

First met Godred as a ghost.

Now haunts and hurts people out of spite and fun.

Trucks, cars, coaches, etc... are scared of him.

Views his newly found friends as companions or slaves.

Doesn't get along with Timothy. Thinks he's an annoying nuisance/insolent smiling prick.

Thought he was the first ghost on Sodor (stupid idiot lol)

He's basically like Beetlejuice, except he's not a demon straight from hell.

He starts these stupid shenanigans on Sodor for the fun of it, or at least... that's what he says.

Him singing “Jacks Lament” proves that there's at least a small tint of humanity that grew inside of him throughput his years of death, but why does he always try to discard this?

Godred

Died from falling down a mountain.

The second ghost on Sodor.

Because he died falling off a mountain, and therefore can float and cause earthquakes.

Obnoxious, very self-important and stubborn.

When other ghosts started to come to Sodor, he attempted to act as their leader.

That is, until Timothy came.

People liked Timothy more than him because he was less bossy.

Timothy and him are unfriendly acquaintances.

Culdee is his childhood friend, and didn't meet him again until they both worked at Sodor.

He's probably depressed as hell.

Despite his problems, he much more normal and sane than everyone else in the group

Like he's just thinking, “How did I get myself into this— oh wait its because I DIED.”

Who knows, there might be a reason why he's such a pompous jerk.

Timothy

The leader of ghosts on Sodor

Is Thomas' older brother.

Died after plunging off a viaduct near the harbour.

Is Thomas' ghost guardian

Arrived on Sodor via ship when he turned into a ghost.

Mainly creates bubble shields and stone walls or platforms.

And due to this, is regarded as weaker by the other ghosts.

Has a kind, gentle and optimistic exterior

But to some it looks rather...off puting. Something about his smile and his eyes say that he isn't all that much of a saint.

Welcomes everyone's BS with open arms (in other words, deals with the shenanigans that occur)

Seems to be wise and level-headed, accepting his death and saying that it's the way of life.

But he looks after Thomas so much...

And Neil often finds him sulking in him room with old photos of Thomas.

No one really knows if he's actually moved on yet.

Oh, the poor, wise man...

How long until his sanity finally shatters?

Proteus/???

Died from falling off a viaduct into the water. But most people don't know that.

He can control water and create hurricanes with it (for some reason, and his lamp holds a secret power)

Doesn't remember much. He could remember having a job at the heavens, giving people the lives they deserved.

Which should've been fulfilling, but it wasn't.

And the image of him spiraling down into the water, again and again..

His sense of sight has gone dead, and can only rely on the lantern he holds to lead his way into the dark.

If it isn't lit, we're going to have problems.

Proteus isn't his real name, and was just given by other people when he worked at this “heavenly place”. No one alive remembers seeing him or what his name was, much to his detriment.

He's got quite the hostile attitude and some anger issues.

Most people don't see his lost sense of identity and his misery.

Oh, the poor soul.

He can't remember anything. What he did to have his sight taken away from him, to be treated like a slave, and to die in such a horrid way...

What was he ever done to anyone?

Why was he only ever viewed and used as a tool for the success of other people?

S.C Ruffey, Smudger, and others are yet to be made in this AU :)

That's it for now, see ya when I make more on this AU 👋

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Hey there! I've been working on Ghost Pals for a bit now! Whatever info you see about Ghost Pals before, that's old and unreliable. Here's some new stuff for the AU (plus, a photo of Timothy and Alfred's designs)

- Ghost Pals will no longer be a human TTTE AU. It will have all the engines in their engine form. For the ghosts, I will be giving them an ability to change forms for disguise, so their human forms don't go to waste

- Characters will be rewritten (Alfred, Timothy, Godred, Proteus, etc...

- Stuff that happens in the AU will be rewritten

Yeah there's a lot to change lmao anyways ciao

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FINALLY. FRICKIN FINALLY!!!

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“Look at this, you two! What strange little ghosts. Aren't they just delightful? I especially love the green gremlin.”

“Pah. If anything, they all look like menaces to society.”

“But in the end, they're all still little skrunklies~! As always!”

“Oh lady above— more weird entities?! What's next? Humanoid engines?! Don't even think about getting close to any of us!”

“*hissing noises*”

Timothy said nothing, but he looked rather amused.

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Here you go! The request from @dopiysworldsend ! A gift for @dieselstooyou ! I hope you like it ☺️

(The design for Godred is inspired by @bruhstation )