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hazel-of-sodor · 6 months
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Day 23-Greater than Yourself
Traintober 2023
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Day 23-Big World
Greater than Yourself
Samantha sprinted down the street, running desperately for Nicole's place. Behind her, she heard the jaguar-like growl of the thing behind her.
She risked looking and saw it leap out from behind the corner, its frames bending and arching like a jungle cat. It was a sports car...or had once been in the 30s. Now it was a twisted creature of hate and metal.
She swore and pushed herself faster, cursing that Nicole's apartment was so far from any rail lines.
She heard the animalistic growl of the car's engine grow louder as it approached, the streetlights flickering out as it raced down the street after her.
She saw Nicole glance out her window, drawn by the noise before racing to the door.
Samantha finally reached the stairs to the apartment, scrambling up them as she heard Nicole unlocking the door. 
She slammed into the door, Nicole pulling from the other side...but it didn't move.
The car slowed, stalking forward, its engine revving in a harsh mockery of a laugh.
Nicole beat on the door, attempting to batter it down, but her attacks bounced off. The car reached the bottom of the stairs, waiting. Samantha could see Nicole's neighbors had been drawn by the noises, and all were struggling to open their doors, but like Nicole's their doors refused to move.
The car laughed again. Samantha closed her eyes, they were too far from any rail lines, she would never make it to the Ffarquhar sheds, but she had to try
"Nicole, I'm sorry"
Her firewoman stopped beating at her door to glare at her, "Samantha don't you dar..."
Samantha dove over the car, hitting the ground with a roll and coming up running.
She heard the car growl almost approvingly as it spun its tires, whirling around to pursue her. As she heard it approach she dove to the side, its bumper barely missing her as it swerved trying to hit her, frost spreading across her skin from the proximity. She rolled as the car turned towards her. She made the mistake of glancing towards Nicole, who was screaming as she beat at her door. The car took advantage of her distraction and lunged. Samantha rolled desperately...
SLAM! Crunch.
The street was suddenly bathed in golden light and the car yowled in pain.
Samantha looked up to see the impossible sight of her engine shaking the car like a dog with a rat, its rear fender caught in his jaws. She scrambled for the safety of Thomas's cab as the fender ripped free of the car with a screech, turning to golden dust between his teeth.
"Don't you dare touch my driver." 
Caomhnóir's voice shook with rage. Gold light shone from his lamps with burning intensity.
The car flinched back from the light, its metal melting in its heat, before roaring in defiance, shaking the stones of the street loose.
Caomhnóir let out a screaming whistle in return. But it wasn't his whistle. This whistle was much higher and shriller. The car's roar had shaken the street, the whistle shook the sky.
The car was sent flying back from the force, tumbling fender over hood.
Across the island and beyond engines awoke, shaken from their sleep by Caomhnóir's battlecry.
Samantha couldn't prevent the shudder that ripped through her when she realized Thomas had called upon the Lady's whistle, and she had answered.
The creature was struggling back to its wheels when the tank engine spoke.
"I would run if I were you."  He said, menace dripping from every word. "If I catch you, there won't be enough left of you to die."
The car locked its gaze with the golden eyes of the tank engine before giving a sharp nod, preparing to pounce.
Samantha felt Thomas tense beneath her, ready to meet the foe head-on. Golden light spilled from his cab, melting the frost from her shoulders.
The creature leaped...only to be caught.
The creature shrieked in surprise, twisting to see what had caught it.
From the ground, shadows stretched in long sinuous tendrils, cutting through Caomhnóir's golden light to wrap crushingly around the sports car's frame.
Slowly, but surely, the tendrils dragged the car towards where they reached, a puddle of shadow darker than the darkest night. The car twisted, shrieked, and bit at the tendrils, but to no avail.
Finally, as its rear wheels began to dip into the shadow as if it was liquid, it looked towards its foe.
Thomas glared, "Be grateful."  He said, "They will be more merciful than I would have been."
The car was dragged under with one last screech of defiance.
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Far away on the Uman and Din Railway
The car broke through the ground, spitting out shadows as the tendrils withdrew. It rose to its wheels growling, only to freeze at the sight before it.
A Great Western 47xx towered above it, shadow tendrils drifting in the air around it like a mane of shadowfire. While they would have been enough to make such a beast pause, the car could see the truth.
For once something could see the truth of the beast towering before them, towering with the mountains behind it, a thousand thousand tendrils whipping around it, some thin and sharp enough to cut paint from metal without scratching it, others larger around than the engines alongside it. More teeth than those of every creature to ever live grinned at the car in predatory hunger. Eyes, countless eyes watched their prey from every angle.
"Well little beast," the being uttered, "did you truly think Caomhnóir so powerless?"
Its voice rang from a thousand angles, threatening to rip the car from the ground on which it stood from the meer force of its voice alone. 
"Did you think there were none greater than yourself that would answer his call?"
The car trembled under the presence of the being before it.
The titan leaned forward, grinning eagerly, "Know this little beast. I was not the only one to answer his call, merely the swiftest. Be grateful I was the one to reach you instead of the Lady."
The car whimpered under the onslaught of her attention.
The former 47xx's grin sharped, and she lunged.
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Samantha was slow to leave the safety of Thomas's cab. Even when she heard Nicole nearly rip her door from its hinges in opening it when the creature's grip disappeared, she could only sit and try to control her panicked breathing. Nicole scrambled up into the cab, wrapping her arms around Samantha even before she stopped moving. 
"Don't you dare do that again."
Samantha clung to her firewoman, "I told you that your apartment was too far from the tracks," she tried to joke weakly, but Nicole just nodded, "First thing this weekend I'm finding a place by the line. I can't go through that again."
"Agreed," Thomas chimed in.
Samatha's eyes widened as she realized no one had checked on him, she scrambled down from the cab and began examining him.
Thomas huffed fondly, "I'm fine driver, physically. It'll be a while before I can sleep though."
"You're telling me," Nicole grumbled, but her hand was rubbing Thomas's side as she said it.
As other people began coming out of their houses, Samantha remembered the elephant in the room, or rather, the tank engine on the street.
Thomas stood in the middle of the street, when she looked down she saw the stone pavers had been pushed aside, revealing worn rails underneath.
"How are you here?" Nicole asked from beside her.
"The tramway used to run through here to reach the quarries," Thomas said, glancing down at the street. "The line was closed in favor of the new route in the fifties."
Nicole gave him an unimpressed look, "I know that. I also know those rails were pulled up, and multiple buildings stand where the line used to go. How did you get here."
"The land remembers the line," Thomas said defensively, "I asked the Lady for her aid in reaching you."
Samatha was the first to realize what her engine wasn't saying.
"You have no idea how to get back do you?"
The tank engine sagged embarrassedly, "No...I didn't think about it till after I had reached you."
Taking pity on her engine, she kissed his cheek, "Thank you. I have no idea how we’ll get you out, but thanks for saving me."
"I'd happily do it again." He said softly.
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The next morning on the Uman and Din...
Freda and Gwyn were having a pleasant morning until they came within earshot of the sheds. A horrendous screeching and crunching could be heard. Freda sighed and increased her pace, wondering what her engine had gotten into this time.
She walked around the corner to find Screech happily chewing on a mangled Mercedes. Causing it to squeal horribly. The car was pinned with her tendrils, leaving the eldritch engine free to peel off pieces of metal at her leisure.
Freda glanced over to Abbey, the star class watching with vindictive enjoyment.
"Just what did the car do?"
"It tried to attack Caomhnóir's driver." The express engine said grimly.
Freda turned to glare at the car. Screech politely pausing so the car could focus on the glare.
"You've missed the trunk," Freda said flatly.
Riiiipppppp
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the-witchhunter · 11 months
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DP x DC Red Signal
You know what this crossover needs? A weird situation with all of the characters stuck on a train. 
The Batfam received information that an artifact used to summon a powerful spirit(Phantom) is going to be moved on a train leaving the next morning. The problem? They don’t know who has it or what it looks like, so in order to track it they need to be ON the train. But neither the Bats nor the Waynes can be seen there without raising suspicion.
Their Solution? Use their crimesonas. So Matches Malone(bruce), Alvin Draper(Tim), Lil Matches(Damien) and Patches(Steph) are on the train.
Sam and Tucker are on the train, they tracked down the artifact that could summon Danny, the only issue being it’s in the hands of a cult. The first opening to retrieve it in months has been them transporting it for the grand ritual. Whatever the ritual is, they doubt it would be good for Danny. So Now they’re trying to retrieve it while avoiding the cult and noted criminal Matches Malone, and art thief Alvin Draper and their companions.
que shenanigans
Eventually Sam gets a hold of the artifact and decides her and Tucker need backup in the form of Danny. 
So she starts chanting
From there it essentially is this:
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and boom, eldritch Danny tearing his way into reality from beyond the veil in the most dramatic way possible. Pure chaos from there
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nartothelar · 4 months
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Just out of plain curiosity, how many different aus do you have with the silly train boys? I know about the possession au, apocalypse au, dragons au, vampire Ingo au, therapy au, elderwritch Ingo au. Are there any more or is that all of them?
That’s most of them I think! The comprehensive list would be this:
- possession au
- apocalypse au
- twin dragons au
- ingo and the zoroark au
- freight train au (which I really need to expand one day sksks)
- vampire au
- cowboy au
- therapy emmet au
- eldritch abomination au
If you press the tags directly on this post, all the posts from each au should come up in chronological order! :D
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silverskye13 · 1 month
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I feel like this is kinda a weird question but we know RK and Hand both started existing(? Idk?) around Third Life ish when did the others? And how old are each of them or are they kinda just ambiguous
[hand wave] ambiguous!
You have fallen into my Big Untouchable Plot Hole of who is older than who and why! I have some vagueries. EB is the oldest. Helsknight is second oldest. Tanguish is probably the youngest but was very shortly behind Red and Martyn. The Demon is maybe older than Martyn but younger than Red.
[loud shrugging]
It's never terribly relevant in the plot, so I don't stress it.
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andr0nap-wf · 3 months
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the fact that loid can bulletjump should not be as funny to me as it is
old man got moves
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razberrypuck · 3 months
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maybe it's just cuz I'm in The Mood but I just watched charlie's first slay the princess vod (and am currently watching the second) and I literally could ONLY think of gillion. like that's him that's his internal dialog
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chaoswarfare · 1 year
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dp x dc prompt #37
danny has been wandering around this new universe for a while now trying to figure out where the corrupted ectoplasm smell was coming from. It’s really a nice place, and when you take in all the frequent rogue attacks, it’s just like home.
he’s really just confused as to why the protectors of this world keep giving him snacks when they run into each other. i mean, free food is free food and danny’s not going to question it since he’s long since figured out he can’t be poisoned, it’s not really a problem either way. it would just be nice if they would stop babying the centuries old king just because he looks like a child.
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beltsourcookie · 3 months
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the faerie kingdom episode would have been better if they added worms and moles as their npcs and not a bunch of monotone grayscale silver aesthetic
in fact, the forest/woods aesthetic isnt the problem because compared to actual cottagecore faerie aesthetic, the faerie kingdom is too incredibly 'pristine' and feels like youre in in the utensil section of the cooking aisle
devsis creating the faerie kingdom:
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what the faerie kingdom should have taken inspiration from:
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cookies that have heavy designs from wild berries and flowers would have been more suitable because it can build a more creative and colourful world instead and there would be endless possibilities for outfits
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imaginaryskeleton · 2 years
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My manager came into the back room while I had headphones in earlier and it was quiet because I was the only one in there so she said "oh it's nice and peaceful in here" and I had to pretend that Jonny Sims wasn't screaming an eldritch chant in my ears
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hazel-of-sodor · 4 months
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What's Lost is Found
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Tendrils shot forward and the younger 47xx yelped as she was dragged clear off the rails and into her older sister's embrace, her crew diving to safety. The Uman crews just laughed as they helped them up.
"I thought you scrapped." Screech rumbled, tears of midnight black falling onto her runningboard with an acidic sizzle.
Tyto laughed unbelievingly, "You thought I was scrapped. We saw you scrapped!!"
"They didn't do a good enough job."
"Obviously." Tyto laughed, joyful tears were streaming down her face. "We thought you were gone forever."
Abbey was the first to catch on. "We?" She asked.
"Oh right!" Tyto smiled up at Screech. "Yes, Flying Scotsman rescued me and Eagle, along with several other Westerners from Cashmoore's, before taking us to Caomhnóir."
"Caomhnóir... Is real?" Enid asked, not quite daring to hope.
"Yep!" Tyto chirped, "he's good too. Scotsman was only able to give him a few hours notice but he had places for all of us."
Screech reluctantly set her back down onto the rails in front of her, although she didn't let go yet.
"Eagle and I are North Western engines now." She said proudly. "Our controller has already announced he doesn't plan to follow the modernization plan."
"The Other Railway can't be happy about that," Becca observed.
3219 snorted, "They really aren't, but the island has a history of home rule, and the Suddery council is backing Sir Topham Hatt."
"You are safe then?" Screech asked softly.
"As safe as we can be," Tyto said happily.
"Then I am content."
 "Sir Topham Hatt is trying to get another of our siblings, but the Other Railway is being stubborn," Tyto explained.
"Same with us." Enid chimed in, "We've been trying to buy more engines for months, but we're blocked at every turn."
Tyto frowned, "We'll tell the others so they can pass it on to Caomhnóir, he may be able to help."
"Why not tell him yourself?" Blaidd asked curiously.
"I'm not sure which engine he is," Tyto admitted. "...or even if they are a he. Some of the others I've met said they were saved by a female engine. Honestly, it might be multiple engines."
"You didn't see them?" Enid said disappointedly.
"Only for a moment," Tyto explained, "and even then I'm not certain. I was barely awake when they directed Duck, a 57xx that's friends with Caomhnóir, to take me and Tyto to the works. Besides it's better if I don't know."
"You can't give away their identity if you don't know it." Una guessed. 
"Exactly." Tyto nodded grimly, "the Other Railway is desperate to catch them. None of us that were put back into service know who they are at first. I think a few have since found out, but they feign ignorance either way."
3219 nodded, "One of the Other Railway's inspectors was almost killed last month. He tried to set a trap for them but almost got crushed. If Thomas had not been there..."
"Thomas?" Screech asked with a frown, the name was oddly familiar.
"Our No.1," Tyto explained, "Tiny little tank engine, like smaller than a 1400 small. He's got a little branchline running up into the hills. Cheeky to everyone, but a good sort with an almost Western work ethic."
"Ah," Screech said in realization, "My driver used to read some books about him to their daughter."
Tyto snorted, "Don't mention those to him. He had an accident a few years back when a cleaner fiddled with his controls. He ended up stuck in a house and needed his buffer beam and runningboard rebuilt. For some reason the author of those books wrote it like the whole thing was Thomas's fault."
"I take it he's not the author's biggest fan," Abbey said with a grin.
2319 laughed, "Apparently he wouldn't speak to him for a month after that. In any case, he barely snatched the inspector out of the way in time. The Fat Controller was furious."
"Fat Controller?" Miss Morgan asked.
"Sir Topham Hatt." Tyto clarified, "Apparently the engines called his dad that and it passed to him when he took over."
She frowned, "he really was angry at that incident. The North Western hasn't had a human death on the railway in decades and that was almost ruined by the inspector."
"You said human deaths," Screech noted.
"Trucks," Tyto and 2319 said in unison.
"Ah."
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sodorsteam · 6 months
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called out by request
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"Please sir i do not know how to 'cut loose' i am so afraid..."
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nartothelar · 1 year
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does that mean eldritch ingo isn't a child??
so eldritch beings don’t really have life stages like child to teen to adult like humans! they simply manifest and than eventually form a consciousness.
that being said, while ingo may be hundreds of thousands of years old, his consciousness has only manifested for a few thousands of years? he’s still considered quite young for beings such as himself.
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astriiformes · 11 months
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The Minnesota legislature just approved funding for a new passenger train running between the Twin Cities and Duluth, so I guess we can also add "revitalizing the decimated US passenger rail system" to the list of progressive priorities the new Democratic trifecta has been churning out now that they can.
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scatterghosts · 2 years
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Andrew Eldritch is Moving Back to Leeds by The Mountain Goats // Ocean Limited and Hound in Field by Alex Colville
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darkfluffydragon · 11 months
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“Welcome Aboard!”
Introducing, another AU :D
I’m not too sure what to name it, yet. Wally here goes by many names, such as Conductor or Train Master! Barnaby just wants to know why he keeps ending up at a train station that doesn’t exist.
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