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hazel-of-sodor · 2 years
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Day 15-Destination:34090
Day 15-destination
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34090
August 1967
34090 pulled into the station wearily. She had almost been asleep when she was pulled out to pull an express for a failed warship. Had she had enough sleep, or been better maintained, it would have been easy. As it was, the run had been a slog. Even worse, her manager was waiting at the platform.
"Sir Eustace Missenden," 34090 gritted her teeth. She didn't hate her manager, but at times she really wanted to. He was simply an idiot, following control's orders because it never occurred to him that he was able to think, much less actually attempt to do it. Which was probably why management chose him in the first place. Nevertheless, he treated his engines and crews fairly and without needless cruelty, which was far more than most engines could say these days. She knew calling her by her official name was him trying to be kind, but she hated being called a man's name. Nonetheless she knew better than to show it.
"Sir what a pleasant surprise," she said, putting on a fake smile. "Have another revolutionary engine that can't pull their train?"
The 42 across from her at the other platform glared.
"No, I'm glad to say that's not it. You've been sold early."
Oh. The diesel across from her lost the glare and instead looked sympathetic.
"I see, sir" she said with a fake smile. "Shall I wait in the siding, or shall I save you the trouble and drive to the scrapyard myself."
The shockingly dense man failed to notice the ice in her tone. "No need for that my dear, you haven't been sold for scrap after all. Just uncouple from your train and be ready to double head with one of their engines"
Both 34090 and the 42 starred. Several of her siblings had been passed over for preservation because they were in too bad of shape to restore, and she was in worse shape than they were!
"A preservation line bought her?" The 42 asked incredulously. 34090 glared at the engine which balked. 
 "No. Another region bought her."
"She's in horrible shape! I'll admit she's a good worker, but you could build a new diesel for the cost it took to repair her!"
"And yet I was needed to pull the train today. Perhaps they prefer fixing engines that actually work instead."
"Or they need you for spare parts."
A deep ringing whistle echoed in the distance and 34090 froze before she could respond. She slowly turned to her manager, who was smiling broadly. "They asked for you specifically, hounded Sir Raymond himself until he signed the transfer orders himself. I don't know what you did to impress the North Western Region, but they wouldn't take no for an answer."
The 42's face was nearly as green as his paint with envy.
A deep puffing echoed along the length of the platform as an excursion special rolled into the station. No less than fifteen gleaming tan coaches trailed behind a massive engine. His blue paint was shined to the point you could see her grungy reflection in it. His well oiled motion moved silently, and he puffed effortlessly into the station.
'No! I don't want him to see me like this!' She thought desperately, but it was far too late for that as he pulled alongside with a joyful whistle.
North Western number 4 Gordon towered over the scene, not only in size, but in spirit. Children and adults alike were flocking to see the famous pacific, but he ignored them, focusing on her. "Rebecca," he said with relief, "I am so glad to see you alright."
34090 forced herself to meet the eyes of the engine who taught her everything. The only one besides her classmates who knew the name she'd chosen for herself. "I'm sorry I'm not up to standard." She said quietly. Of all engines to see her like this, it would be the engine who taught her to be an express engine.
"Little sister," he said surprisingly gently, "I couldn't care less if you were painted back, covered in soot, and missing both cab and tender. I just want you safe on Sodor."
She focused on the rails in front of her, "I'm not the same little engine you knew." She barked a bitter laugh, "The nicest thing I've been called lately is caustic."
"Good," he said simply as he was uncoupled and ran forward. "All the better to put up with the idiots at home."
He rolled back onto her line and gently buffered up in front of her. "I didn't come here to get a meek and biddable engine. I came here to save my sister."
On the platform a larger man in a suit and tophat was exchanging paperwork with her former manager. "I just...I just don't want to disappoint you."
"The only way you could disappoint me is if you didn't come home." He said simply as he pulled them forward past the switch, "and I have no plans of allowing that to happen."
 The points were flipped and he backed them down onto the train. "You don't have to do or be anything, little sister. I've put up with my shed mates for fifty years, and somehow none of us hate each other. And we didn't have the advantage of being family. I will happily deal with anything you do as long as you come home."
Rebecca was quiet for a long moment, "You've changed a lot."
"It turns out I still had a lot to learn while I was teaching you."
"I like it." She was quiet for a long moment. "I don't think I'll be much help on the way home."
"Worry not little sister," she could hear the smile in his voice as they were coupled up to the special. "Just rest and I'll get us to our destination. I may be older but I'm still strong enough to pull you and the express."
Rebecca chuckled, "there's the gresley bravado I was expecting."
"It's not arrogance if it's true."
The flag dropped and the whistle blew, and with a mighty heave from the big blue engine started the train. Rebecca smiled and let the puffing of her big brother lull her to sleep as they raced towards Sodor and safety.
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livingmeatloaf · 2 months
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There is only one way to make a truly wonderful Avatar adaptation, not matter how bad it turns out to be:
A professionally shot, full length stage production of the Ember Island Players' Fire Nation propaganda version of the events
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zivazivc · 3 months
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first night alone
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civetcider · 7 months
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making new OCs to cope with how bad i wanna be fishing right now (she/her for both)
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honkygay · 9 months
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“Statement regarding… [sigh] a barbie doll sighted entering the real world and becoming a human to face the horrors of patriarchy and the epic highs and lows of womanhood. Statement begins.”
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anyways. What
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ckducky · 1 month
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Bi-Pure Coincidence
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angelteethinr0t · 11 days
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Some quick screenshot redraws of @cholvoq ‘s redesigns :D
They are quite messy and kinda shit looking so I apologise for that
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radiance1 · 9 months
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The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.
The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.
Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.
So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?
He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.
The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.
It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?
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Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?
He'll give them some points for dedication, though.
Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.
The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.
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Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.
For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).
It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.
Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!
He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.
And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.
Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.
It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.
At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.
So he answers and is gone with a pop.
Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.
Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.
Fuck.
Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.
So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.
The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.
Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.
The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.
Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.
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cuterrguy · 5 months
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He can only Watch.
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Drew this based off of this post here. Idk about you guys I went insane over session 7
(turning off reblogs cause i hate this now)
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lazer-meme · 7 months
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love love love steddie + supportive wanye
thinking about wayne and eddie going on an annual fishing trip (like thee Munson Men Annual Fishing Trip™️) just like a little weekend away. and the first one is coming up after eddie and steve starts dating. over breakfast eddie jokingly complains about having to go and tries to get out of it. but wayne is used to his dramatics so he just gives hmms when appropriate because eddie’s whole spiel never got him out of it before and he tells eddie that.
steve watches the whole exchange with amusement when wayne asks if he’s looking forward to it. and he’s like ??? because he assumed it was just a wayne and eddie thing. and wayne is like i just told eddie all munsons must go can’t get out of it kid.
steve gets flustered and is internally is like oh??? all munsons,,,
or like after the trip a neighbor asks wayne if they caught anything and he pulls out his wallet to show a picture they took on the trip. wayne passes it with ‘here’s a picture of my boys’ and to steve’s surprise it’s a picture of both him and eddie with their biggest catch.
and just idk wayne casually accepting steve into their family and throwing steve off guard with it.
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magnusbae · 2 months
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Star Wars: Republic #59 || Darth Vader (2017) #01
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wiltkingart · 10 months
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date night
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its-just-fern · 7 months
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continuation of this (au)
and ill love my brother forever, and ever, and ever
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hedgehog-moss · 5 months
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My phone's pictures don't do justice to the enchanting goldpink mist that settled over the horizon tonight, but the mountains looked like some ephemeral fairytale place that only appears once a century if you wish for it the right way
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tubbytarchia · 5 months
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Sorry, last one, swear!! I'll try and finish this by the 10th and then I will leave you all alone. I'm experiencing some long missed joy in creating this, please forgive my impatient excitement
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