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nelllia · 9 days

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//GUESS WHAT I DID SOMETHING RANDOM-

So basically a few days ago I had this idea of Merlin, in YIAU (by @tornadoyoungiron), returning but in a less happy way. The theory that formed this idea will be explained at the end of the short story so dw, for now enjoy the story!!

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YIAU, Twist of Fate: New Folk and Smoke

The last thing he remembered was being in that void, the image of Sir Gresley disappearing in the flutter of Gold Dust kept replaying in his mind as he walked on the long train track, his memories tugging on his heart as he started to remember.

Remembering it all? All the horrific things he's done, all because one man had ordered to basically tear out his own soul?

It haunted him.

Though was oddly used to it, like he had already witnessed it all. I mean, those are his memories.

Or what felt like his own memories, but they didn't really feel like his memories, it felt like watching himself in third-person.

He'd let out a shaky breath as he tried to brush off those thoughts, his balance unsteady due to his blurred vision and exploding pain in his head.

He guessed it would've been a headache from the amount of pressure his head had gone through.

But it felt overwhelming. Like it came from a flower, similar to a scent. Maybe it was that “gold dust” that had been talked about so much, he guessed.

As he took a glance around the foggy area, his train of thought would be cut off by a sudden thud noise.

He looked behind and infront of him, but no one was there.

Maybe it was a rock? It didn't exactly sound like a rock, sounded more of the stomp from something, someone?

The thought would somewhat put Mallard on edge with anxiety sinking back into him.

What if- Did Scotsman really recover that fast?!

He thought alarmed as he held the blood-stained metal bar in his hand firm, starting to pick up his pace and run as fast as he could from the then stomp came from on the track.

The fog would form a path as he ran through it, he didn't exactly know where he was heading but he truly hoped it was somewhere safe.

At least somewhere he could rest for the meantime until he gets back to his little pond area with his ducks, well until he gets Gadwall back technically.

But considering recent events, that chance was low. With the memories he's started to see of ‘himself’ he knew that Gadwall wouldn't be too willing to join him back.

Though he'd start to hear the stomps fade into footsteps, that were alarmingly getting closer to him as he tried running away from it.

His anxiety peaked as he started to get a glimpse at this figure, starting to slow down his pace to then a stop. Just frozen on the tracks with a face mixed with baffledness and anxiety as he stared at the figure longer and longer.

The figure seemed to have had a rough stop to his walk as well considering his body-language and posture had given it away.

It somewhat unnerved Mallard as he observed this strange figure, their shadow being the only thing to make the silhouette of them in this thick fog.

Mallard would hold up the metal pipe he had a firm grip on into a defensive stance, trying to hold back the trembles that ran through his legs to keep a proper balance as his mind whirled into a tornado of thoughts.

He didn’t know what to do. If he ran back he might run into an upset Gadwall or a disappointed Quicksilver, if he ran forward he'll risk himself being knocked out or being brought to somewhere he didn't know all over again.

He didn't know if he should even run back or forward.

Everywhere wasn't safe.

He's gonna die, oh he really is gonna die.. He's doomed, he's gonna be killed by this figure! How is he gonna get out of this, oh dear god-

“Ah, hello there.” the figure suddenly spoke out of the blue as it stood on the rusted tracks eerily, it felt awkward considering how much had happened beforehand.

Though soon enough, Mallard would gain up the courage to speak out to this figure.

“Wait, who exactly are you?.” Mallard asked hesitantly with a shaky breath, tightening his grip on the blood-stained metal pipe he held.

The figure would walk towards Mallard, getting closer and closer.

Mallard would move back a little considering this could be Truro or Scot, or dare I say Sir Gresley himself! He thought anxiously to himself.

As the figure finally was cleared of the fog enough, the figure would start to be more visible to Mallard as he observed them.

They seemed to have a suit, similar to North's but in a simpler way. The suit coat was practically covered in soot, most likely from coal, and the left sleeve was half torn at the elbow.

While underneath the suit coat, the vest would still be connected but just with some splotches of soot, the tie was still well-kept to mention. The pants were the most covered in soot, but at least the dress shoes were clear.

His hair somewhat in a mess, but generally well-kept enough to be presentable.

But as for his face, or any clear sign of his skin, wasn't as clear before he would step one more time forward to get a better view of Mallard.

As the figure lended out a hand, his other holding onto his suit coat, the shadow on the figure's face would disappear enough to reveal a warm smile.

“You may simply call me, Merlin.” Merlin finally answered back, despite his physical condition, in a relaxed tone.

That name. It felt like something clicked in his right when he heard it. But something inside him, felt upset hearing that name, it was a feeling of despair

Thought Mallard was slightly unnerved at how casual this ‘Merlin’ guy was, he’d lower the metal pipe he held as a sign of piece, not letting go of it just in case.

He'd hesitate to accept the handshake, but looked the figure in the eyes as the shadow on his face disappeared. He noticed some details that would catch his attention.

Merlin's eyes were, sunken in thoughts. His eye color, felt familiar. It was steel blue, but was more gray than usual. But he guessed it was a layer of fog that was between the two that made his eyes look gray.

He must be disassociating a little from either the fog or his headache to notice this, but he could've sworn he saw cracks right underneath Merlin's left eye, maybe it was simply a shadow from one of the loose strands of hair.

“Mallard, I'm Mallard.” He finally replied back, mixed between the feelings of being confused and the cold air creeping up his spine slowly.

“And I see you aren't one for handshakes, Mallard.” Merlin remarked with a soft smile as he lowered his arm, he would turn around to where he seemed to be previously looking.

Though Mallard did notice a look mixed with dread and anxiety flash on Merlin's face, but didn't question it considering the head trauma he's had that could result to hallucinations.

“Walk along with me Mallard, I think it'll help you. Seeing you look quite lost here.”

“What?”

“I heard you running earlier, so I thought you'd need some direction.” He explained as he gestured for Mallard to catch up.

Mallard would soon follow along beside Merlin, walking on the track with silence, a somewhat comforting silence that gave a sense of nostalgia to Mallard. A strange nostalgia.

The fog started to clear from the cold winds that came in, and with how the sun started to set the atmosphere started to feel more similar to that around Autumn.

The warm fire-orange color scheme, the smell of warm oak, and the cool winds all combined. It was nice. But considering Mallard's current situation, it was a reminder of the mark he left on Gadwall, the side of himself that he didn't even know about until now.

It felt like a thousand cuts from the cutter's torch, is that how he felt when his soul got apparently “ripped” out? Is that how he was to those who saw this corrupted side to him, cold?

He's heard that word before, cold, and he remembered how much that word had to it beside from being the feeling of Winter. It was the feeling of loss.

Of loneliness.

Of War.

Of acceptance.

Or mostly known to him as, Cold Iron Sleep. Something Sir Gresley had mentioned before as the two were talking about Gold Dust on their daily trips on that branch line down to the pond, it unnerved Mallard with how he had described it to him.

A look of fear flashed on Mallard's face for a minute, remembering all that information. Is that how he felt when he apparently had black smoke? Just cold as ice? It- It didn’t make sense, it didn't connect up on how he even bared Black Smoke.

He would've succumbed to immediate death without even a full minute of being infected with it, considering how Sir Gresley had described it to him every time Black Smoke had been brought up it basically terrified him.

But to think about it, from what he guessed, over time he oddly feared it less. Maybe because of the fact he was apparently kept alive by it for years.

“You don't talk much, do you?” Merlin said bluntly, sympathy only appearing in his eyes as he glanced at Mallard.

Mallard would return a glance, trying to pull away from the thoughts.

“No no. Well- I don't exactly have the longest conversations with, anyone technically.”

“Ah, I see.” He said with a surprised look on his face, he would place a comforting hand on Mallard's shoulder as he’d let out her thoughtful hum.

“So, let me help you. How did you get here in the first place?”

“Well, it'll be a long story that's for sure.” Mallard warned Merlin as he took a glance in front of him.

“I'll be glad to hear this story then, Mallard.”

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So right, the theory goes this way:

Basically what if Merlin reformed, but absorbed some of Mallard's blacksmoke while reforming, and that would've lead to him being more weaker than usual.

And when Mallard got rid of the black smoke from North, it just reformed and infected Merlin (aka just forming together with the black smoke that had already been in him) which lead to him basically getting the "possessed character, except they're still conscious just witnessing everything that their possessor is doing" trope

Doing this work, I tried out a different writing style (seeing as my writing has had many variations over the months) to just try to get a grab on a solid style.

(I do apologize if this is out of line from the recent events as my memory might've not been the best while writing this, and if any of the characters are OOC)

#ttte young iron au (??)#THAT'S A GREAT FIC

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nelllia · 19 days

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Thank you @tornadoyoungiron and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

IT'S 50 REBLOGS ALREADY???? Thanks to everyone who has reblogged my posts!!! I really appreciate it!!

The A4 brothers

Gadwall and Mallard for @tornadoyoungiron

#50 reblogs #tumblr milestone #thank you

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nelllia · 20 days

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The A4 brothers

Gadwall and Mallard for @tornadoyoungiron

#ttte young iron au #ttte young iron #ttte mallard #ttte gadwall

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nelllia · 22 days

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HELLO HELLO THEORY NATION, IT IS I, THATCHEESEYCANDLE (Or Cheese/Nixon for short)

And basically I am here to deliver (most likely) some good news me and the bsf Nel have to deliver upon the readers of YIAU:

For context, basically as usual the YIAU ask blog has posted it's daily memes (todays post being this) and as per-usual I reacted normal as ever aka all the oxygen in my lungs nearly exited my body and then something clicked in my mind being a theory

So what did I do? Well I usually pull up a google doc and write it down then end it ther- NO I DID THIS

TELLING A FELLOW THEORIST OF COURSE.

So then a conversation began from there then I dropped THIS:

(THE ROOSTER BIT IS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER POST-)

THEN NEL DROPPED THIS

So of course I acted as normal as ever (spoiler: I didnt.)

THEN THEN I DROPPED THIS BACK

So then the conversation continued as we expressed our sorrows about the unfortunate events that unravelled (aka we talked about dead- I MEAN SPIRIT CHARACTERS)

BUT OF COURSE THAT WASN'T THE END OF IT NO I COOKED UP THIS

BASICALLY STARTING THE THIRD STAGE OF THEORY CONVERSATIONS: THE THEORIES THEMSELVES

AS USUAL I THOUGHT I'D CONTINUE IT ON BUT THEN THIS HAPPENED AND THINGS GOT A BIT RECAP-PY

(My unfortunate self having memory lose yet again)

AND SO DOWN MEMORY LANE THE BOTH OF US WENT

(insert all the bits and quotes from chapters that support Nel's theory):

AND THEN CONTINUING ON I GATHERED IT ALL UP AND CAME TO THIS

AND THEN YET AGAIN WHILE I WAS RAMBLING ABOUT THAT

NEL COOKED UP A BANGER THEORY AND DROPPED THIS:

Of course THIS IS A GENIUS THEORY AAAGJAHAJFHSH I WAS NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS TRUTH BE TOLD BUT GOOD GOSH AAAJGKAKJWLSJFFH AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS THAT NEL IS

Now now as theorists we had to check our evidence and so Nel searched around a bit to see if there was enough support for her theory. AND GUESS WHAT:

ANOTHER BANGER HAD BEEN DROPPED AND KAPVHAKSHHFHSHSJSSS OHFKAUAPASJCJCJCBC OHFKAOAOAODHDJDH GOOD GOSH I MAY OF HAD RAN OUT OF SPACE TO SHARE THE LAST SS ONTO HERE BUT AAAOFHQOSJDOJCDJHC

IS IT POSSIBLE THAT MAYBE JUST MAYBE MERLINS COMING BACK???????? MAYBE THROUGH FLASHBACKS MAYBE THROUGH NEW FORMS MAYBE THROUGH SPIRITUAL MEANS WHO KNOWS AAJGUWJDHJFHFHFHF

BUT IF THIS IS CONFIRMED GOODNGOSH SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME SPACE I GOTTA BACK UP AND BREATH CAUSE THIS IS BIG. A BIG BIG THING. A BIGGER THING. ONE OF OUR BIGGER THEORIES EVER THEORISED

#ttte young iron au

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nelllia · 23 days

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GREETINGS BLOGGER! This is your sign that you make someone happy! :D

You can go on Anon and send this to ten of your followers or people who need this!

Thank you sooo much!! I'm glad that I make you happy!!!

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nelllia · 26 days

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THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!!! I love it!!!!

So.. Its a feta cheese friday everyone, aka looky at how my came up with my mooties, except in my Gacha style:

( Basically sudden gifts for my moots, to the left is @ethereal-capricorns-blog and to the right is @nelllia )

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nelllia · 27 days

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Gordon day!!

#ttte #thomas and friends #t&f #thomas & friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte gordon #4/4 #gordon the big engine

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nelllia · 28 days

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Do not worry, it's okay!!!

And I wish you to get well soon!!

P: Where did you find the most inspiration for your story < insert title >?

I won't be including the shorts in this answer because they are pretty self explanatory.

YOUNG IRON: After Tornado because she is young and an 'Iron Horse'.

A BAD DAY: Well, you don't almost crash into Flying Scotsman and feel good about that.

GREEN WITH ENVY: I love this one because it has many different meanings. 'Green with Envy' is a common phrase for jealousy, like 'Green eyed monster'. Green Arrow is named Green Arrow and is also Green. And of course, Flying Scotsman, the object of Arrow's jealousy is also Green.

A GOLDEN SOUL: To solidify the fact we were really starting to get into the Gold Dust shennanigans so that if anyone wasn't a fan could jump ship. It's also the reason Gold Dust Warden's are so powerful. They have, Gold Souls.

IN PURSUIT OF SELF: This one was the hardest to come up with. I had such a hard time trying to find the right title for this one because there was no real 'theme' that struck out to me. Then I realised that this story has a lot of characters, (Evening Star, Tydfil, Blue Peter etc) confronting their past and moving forward. So it became the big theme, characters finding themselves, especially Tydfil.

BROKEN RECORDS: Originally went by 'Old Iron' for the longest time but then I realised that the engines in question would be young, so it didn't make sense. Broken Records made more sense the 3 engines we focus on are in a constant struggle to prove themselves. The time we'll be focusing on is very different and it's a time where if you broke a record, you were a fucking king.

That's the main story titles inspirations for you. Any specific ones you want to know, send a ask 😄

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nelllia · 30 days

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As a child I was interested in sharks and fish for a while because of Finding Nemo

@shellyflowerfury @littlewestern

Hey this is to all my mutuals! Ala eighth grade introductions, please share a fun fact about yourselves! No pressure, I just find it interesting!

@cheriboms

@kirks-slutty-red-tights

@spocks-husband

@emperorsfoot

@eternally-intermittent who I was inspired by

@h0l0gramglasses

@kingof-the-crossroads

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nelllia · 1 month

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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nelllia · 1 month

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Thank you for writing my request!! I love it!!

Distant Cousins

"My goodness. The Flying Scotsman! How nice to see you again sir!"

Scott looks to see a purple tank engine speaking with him.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Oh. My apologies. I'm Ryan. I used to work as a suburban passenger engine out of King's Cross."

Scott comes to a realization.

"Ah yes, the Class N2s. You lot used to bring me the local passengers for my express services."

"Yes indeed. It really is an honor to see you again."

Gordon groans as he rolls into the station.

"What on earth are you doing here? Don't you have a branch line of your own to operate?"

"Sorry Gordon, I'm here to pick up your passengers. You have enthusiasts who want to see the minimum gauge engines right?"

"Of course. But why must you insist that my brother is the biggest celebrity out there? You lot have had to work with us before."

Scott rolls his eyes.

"Now brother, you ought to know that as an N2, Ryan is family."

"Pah! He's about as related to us as the U1 Garrett engines used to be. Just because we have the same designer doesn't make us family."

"I understand that but I at least try to have respect for elder engines. Ryan was after all built before our class."

Ryan backs away as the two bicker. It's pointless to get involved when it's not important anyway.

"Why are you even here, Scott? Shouldn't you be off in a museum somewhere?"

"I asked Mr. Pegler if I can stay here on Sodor for a while to celebrate the 40th anniversary of my non-stop run. He agreed because he thought it would help raise money for my maintenance expenses."

Gordon scoffs. As much as he's glad that Scott's alive, he's still frustrated about the decline of steam.

"To think we were the kings of rail transportation. Someone of our class shouldn't have to beg for money."

"I know. But that's why we need to look out for each other. Ryan's the last of his class and of the original Great Northern Railway engines designed by Sir Nigel Gresley, we are the only ones left."

Gordon takes a deep breath and sighs.

"I know. Still he is our distant cousin. We simply do not interact enough to have any relationship with each other."

Scott smiles a bit.

"But at least we're alive. And that's all that matters."

AN: Thank you for requesting this @nelllia! Expect The Great Race Part 4 to be out soon.

Tagging: @lnwrcauli, @milkagaisme, @asktheoriginalorder, @mintydeluxes-blog, @shadowthebou, @hayleighmccather2001, @tornadoyoungiron, and @slowlykawaiidreamland.

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