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Chapter 2 - Sodor

Camille’s drive from the mainland to Sodor with The Flying Scotsman, or Scot as he asked her to call him, was a lot of fun.  They laughed and joked and may have done a tiny race that their drivers quickly scolded them for.  They matched each other's energy quite well.

“So what’s it like on Sodor? Any engines I should be wary of?” Camille asked.

Scot laughed, “Well I’ve heard there’s a diesel on the island that’s a bit mischievous and a couple of brothers here and there that are pranksters, twins I’ve been told, but other than that no.”

Camille mocked horror, “Oh, no! Brothers, say it ain’t so! My weakness, more brothers!”

Scot raised an eyebrow at her, “Now c'mon, brothers aren’t that bad.”

Camille chuckled, “No of course not.  Not until you try to do something on your own and then your own personal fleet of older brothers come out of nowhere like hawks.”

Scot laughed, “I wouldn’t know that feeling. My brother usually just grumbles and groans when I’m around.”

Camille glanced at him sadly, “I’m sorry to hear that. That must be rough.”

Scot scoffed jokingly, “Don’t fret, my brother and I live for teasing each other.  He’s too easy to tease, he’s always so serious.  He gets a little jealous of my fame. But really I think he’s mainly jealous because I’m the taller brother.”

“Is he older than you?” Camille asked.

Scot grinned, “Yes, yes he is.”

Camille laughed, “Well that’s why he grumbles and groans. Not only are you extroverted and famous, but you’re taller as well.  Poor baby.  At least tell me he’s handsome so you didn’t take his looks either.”

“Oh he’s handsome alright.  People have often thought of us as twins in our human form.  That annoyed him as well so I changed my hair.  But I don’t think it changed much and well, Gordon is a bit prideful.” Scot replied.

“Gordon? That’s a very gentlemanly name.  Feels tough too.”  Camille said.

“He is that when he wants to be.” Scot sighed reflectively, “There are days, especially now that we can walk and do things off the rails, that I wish we could just take the time to really be brothers again.  But I fear we’d get on one another’s nerves too quickly.”

Camille watched as the big engine seemed in sad reflection.  He looked back at her with a grin though, “However I wouldn’t call him a poor baby, as you said earlier, if I were you.  But if you don’t mind, I might use that one day.”

She laughed, “Be my guest.  If he’s as big as you but full on grumpy mode he might decide to eat me if I teased him too hard.”

That got Scot laughing again, “You know Camille, I think I’m going to be a bit sad you aren’t on the mainland with me. I think you’re going to be a lot of fun to have around.”

——

When they got to Vicarstown it was already later in the day. Scot had said normally Gordon and some of the other engines would be there but taking a closer look at the time, they had already been missed.  Scot was picking up several passengers to head back to the mainland and while he waited for them to load up, he invited Camille to take her human form with him to stretch their legs for a bit. Their drivers and firemen were eager to get to the nice staff room as well.

Scot was huge compared to her. With her barely hitting 5’ he was easily over 7’ with three wheels on each leg.  His dark green and brown hair was a messy part to the right.  His eyes were like dark chocolate and warm to look at.  The three piece suit and tie that matched his livery… His handsome features threw Camille back into reality of just exactly who she had just spent the afternoon with. 

She felt a little insecure with her long hair that was probably a mess with very casual clothes on.

“You’re blushing, spitfire.” He teased leaning in towards her face.

She covered her face with her hand, embarrassed,  and used the other to push his face away, “Warn someone before you get all handsome.”

He laughed, “But this is just my face, I can’t help it.”

As they laughed and teased each other a bit more, a man in a black suit and hat approached the two with a rather large smile on his face.

“The Yellow Rose of Texas, I presume? Welcome to Sodor, I am Sir Topham Hatt.” He said.

“Hello, sir!” She said, messing with her hair trying to look more presentable, “I would’ve met you in my engine form but, Scot here was kind enough to let me stretch my legs after such a long journey.”

“That’s quite alright, my dear.” Sir Topham Hatt chuckled, “I am just happy you arrived safely and soundly.  Thomas, one of the engines you’ll be working with, will be here shortly to show you the way back to Tidmouth Shed where you’ll be living from now on.  I’ll have your luggage taken there as well.” He motioned to two men in blue suits who grabbed Camille’s duffle and backpack and walked to where the cars were parked with them.

“This is all so exciting!” Camille said, bouncing a little, “I’m glad you were ever so kind to let me stay.”

“No trouble at all my dear. I was more than happy to help, given your situation.”

Camille smiled a little sadly, which wasn’t missed by Scotsman.

The Fat Controller cleared his throat and was about to speak again when a high whistle sounded.  A blue tank engine pulled up alongside them.  He was very perky and had kind eyes.

“Ah! Thomas! Right on schedule.” Sir Topham said, “Camille, this is Thomas. Thomas, Camille.”

“How do you do, Camille?” Thomas greeted.

“I’m doing fine, Thomas. A pleasure to meet you.” She smiled back.

“Well, I think you’re well taken care of from here.” Scot said with his hands at his hips, “My fireman and driver will be back soon. So I guess this is farewell for now, spitfire.”

Camille turned to him, “Thank you so much, Scot. It was amazing to meet up.”

The Flying Scotsman bowed, “The pleasure was mine, m’lady.” He beamed at her, “But in case you become depressed because you can’t see this handsome face anymore,” he slipped a piece of paper in her hand, “don’t hesitate to call.” He winked.

Camille shook her head but smiled, opening the paper to reveal a phone number.  She chuckled, “OK hotshot, I won’t hesitate.”

He waved as he walked back to the beginning of the train, “Oh before I forget,” he turned and placed his chin in the elbow of his thumb and pointer finger, “When you do meet Gordon and he does step in it, because he absolutely will, don't hesitate to tell him to behave and be nice.  He needs to be a nice little brother.” And with a wink and a skip in his step, Scotsman dusted himself into his engine form, was coupled to his train, and given the signal to leave.

As he sounded his whistle and left, Camille waved and ended up clutching the phone number to her chest.  Whether he ended up being more than a friend later or otherwise, Camille was just happy to have someone that was so willing to be her friend.

Sir Topham Hatt cleared his throat and directed her to the rails where Thomas had turned around, “Shall we?”

Camille nodded happily, stuffed Scot’s number in her pocket, and heartily jumped to the tracks as an engine.

——

Camille and Thomas talked a little about America as they drove to the sheds.  Thomas was very open and energetic, revealing how he one day would love to travel the world.  Camille couldn’t share his enthusiasm but enjoyed listening to him nonetheless.

As they were approaching Tidmouth Sheds, Sir Topham Hatt asked her if she could stop by his office to finish a bit more paperwork before she was introduced to the rest of the team.  Tired, but more than willing to comply, Camille did so, parting ways with Thomas just before the Sheds.

He was eager to return to the others to gloat about Camille and how he got to meet her first.

When they arrived at the office building she noticed a large manor shortly in the distance.  It read Tidmouth Manor on it and Camille assumed that’s where the engines slept if not in the sheds, or perhaps it was the workers.

Sir Topham Hatt left her on the rails and asked her fireman and driver to come inside to finish the paperwork.  This gave Camille time to shift once more to walk off the nerves building up again.  As she shifted she felt a ping and a vibration from her phone.  It was a large, unknown number that she quickly realized was European.  The text simply stated:

“Go get ‘em, spitfire 🔥”

She smiled brightly at the phone, saving the contact as Scotty Boy, she sent back a text: “You know it 😎”

She returned to her engine form, not wanting to delay any further when the men returned.  The paperwork was completed and it was time to follow Sir Topham Hatt to the Sheds.

——

Camille drove to Tidmouth Sheds following Sir Topham Hatt in his blue car.  Upon arriving she saw all the berths were occupied, some of the engines were small like her but the majority were larger.

As she approached the turntable all eyes went to her.  She couldn’t help but feel her cheeks warm up and her boiler felt tight.  She glanced from one to the other with a warm smile, hoping to make a good first impression.

Sir Topham Hatt pulled his car aside and waited as she stopped on the turntable.  He smiled at his team and then to her.

“Everyone, this is Camille. She’s the newest member of our team flown all the way from the United States.  I expect you to all be welcoming to her.” He turned to face her as he waved his hands at the engines, “Camille, this is Emily, Percy, Thomas you met earlier, Edward, James, Gordon, and Henry.”

“Howdy!” She said cheerfully.

Some of the engines smiled and blew a friendly whistle at her. Sir Topham Hatt continued, “Camille, your berth isn’t finished yet, but there is plenty of space at the manor if you find the sheds booked.”  He turned to face Thomas and Percy, “Thomas, Percy, you two will help Camille tomorrow in between your own jobs. Help her learn her way around shunting trucks and coaches.”

“Yes sir!”

“Of course, sir.”

Sir Topham Hatt turned one last time to Camille wishing her a goodnight and then returned to his car and left, her fireman and driver in tow. They both wished her a wonderful night and said they’d see her in the morning.

“So, Camille, what part of the states are you from?” Emily asked, breaking the ice.

“Oh! I’m from Texas! Back there I was known as The Yellow Rose of Texas.”

“Ooooooo, sounds famous.” James said in a teasing manner.

Camille chuckled nervously, “I mean, I guess I am. I am the first steam engine built in a long time, back in the nineties anyway.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at that statement.

“Holy cow you’re young!” Thomas shouted.

“Thomas!” Edward scolded.

“I’m not the youngest anymore!” Percy pipped.

“Well, I’m not a baby! I’ve been around for 3 decades.” Camille said a little flustered.

James snickered, “Oh, just three decades. Yeah. You’re baby.”

Camille frowned at him, “Rude.”

“I get to be that way, with age comes rights to be so.” James smirked.

Camille thought and then smirked back, “You’re right, you’re right. I was raised to be a lady and to be respectful to my elders, grandpa.”

With that James stopped and spluttered, “What did you call me??”

That got the others chuckling.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Camille said teasing, “It’s just if you’re going to call me baby then I figured I’d call you something similar to your age range. Or was it that you didn’t like ‘grandpa’?  Shall I call you, Pawpaw or Pappy instead?”

The other engines laughed at that.  James was beginning to turn as red as his paintwork.  With a “hmph” he quickly dusted into his human form and walked forward proudly.  He was a young man in this form, athletic build, with black hair with red streaks.  As Camille watched him, she noticed just about everything on his body was red. Red coat, red slacks, his nice red wheels on his outside legs.

He flipped his hair at her, “Take a close look!” He grinned at her, “You’re looking at eternal youth! Always exceptionally beautiful.”

Edward sighed tiredly at James’ vanity.  Gordon groaned and rolled his eyes.  Thomas just shook his head.

Camille smiled. She quickly took her own human form. Sure, she was shorter than him by several inches, but she pranced right up to him. James had started laughing at her height, but before he could do anything she was right in his bubble.

“Wh-what??” He asked as he took a step back.

“Hmm…” She squinted at him and did a full circle around. She grinned as she grabbed a stray hair off his shoulder, “A-ha!”

She held the hair up, “Grey hair.”

James shrieked in outrage causing some of the others to flinch and others to laugh, “W-w-whaat?! No, you’re lying!”

Camille smiled and let the hair loose, “I’m only teasing. You are quite handsome and youthful, but you’re easily wound up.”

By this time, Edward, Thomas, Percy, and Emily had taken human form and were walking towards the two.  Henry and Gordon watched them. Henry glanced at Gordon with a soft smile and then shifted. Gordon grumbled, but followed.

Edward consoled James, promising him there’s no other gray hairs. Thomas and Percy bounced question after question at her, while Emily tried to slow them down.

“What’s Texas like?”

“Do you know any Cowboys?”

“How come you go by Camille instead of The Yellow Rose of Texas?”

“Can you say ‘y’all come back now, ya here’?”

Camille laughed with each question unable to answer due to the rapid fire.

“Thomas! Percy! Give her some space!” Emily scolded them.

“Thomas does raise a good point though.” The booming voice of Gordon stopped everyone.  Camille swallowed as she glanced in the bigger engines direction.  Gordon was tall, and worse for Camille, he was handsome just like Scotsman had said: muscles, blue hair that matched his tender slicked back save a few hairs, and a pair of steely eyes.  If it weren’t for the snooty look, the brothers could’ve been twins.  A deadly combination, she thought to herself.  No wonder Scotsman warned me.

He towered over her, seemingly unimpressed yet amused at her small stature, arms folded across his chest, “It’s not like we need another engine, let alone such a little one. What are you doing here and how really useful could someone so small really be?”

“Gordon!” Edward yelled, annoyed, “That’s no way to talk to our new teammate.”

Camille felt small compared to the other engines but she felt really minuscule compared to Gordon. Part of her was ready to retaliate at his rude comment, but the other part of her ached at the reminder of why she was here to begin with. Her builder and father was dead, her siblings sending her away… for a while in the excitement she had almost forgotten.

While Emily and Edward were scolding Gordon, who defiantly went back and forth with them, Percy noticed Camille’s quietness.

“Uh, Camille, are you alright?” He asked gently.

Camille startled a little but gave a soft smile to him and then turned back to the bigger engine.  She decided to try and be tough, pushing threatening tears and sadness back.

She gave him a firm glare, “I’m here because this is where I’m needed to be. I don’t know you from Jack, sir, and frankly with your attitude I don’t have to tell you the details of why I’m here.”

Gordon looked taken aback by her words and new demeanor. Before he could reply she continued.

“I know you think your hot stuff, good looks and a body to boot, but I know a little bit about you Gordon. Your brother told me about you on my way here and he wasn’t far off the mark with how you’d respond about having someone new around.”

The other engines got quiet and looked back and forth between the two. Whether Camille knew it or not, Gordon and Scotsman’s relationship was a bit of a taboo subject at the sheds. A small pressure point could be seen on his face and his eye twitched a bit at the mention of his brother.

“Oh, really?” Gordon said through clenched teeth, “What else did my brother say to you?”

Camille smirked, “Well for one, I will say that Scotsman was a far better gentleman to me then you are acting right now.  So, he’s got you there.”

An arrow pierced Gordon’s ego.

“He warned me that you were a prideful, old man with delusions of grandeur.” She said stabbingly, “I had hoped that it was just the normal brotherly teasing, but I see he wasn’t wrong. Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to ask ‘why I’m here’” she said in a mimicking deep voice, “in such a way? Had you asked kindly I would’ve felt more comfortable to respond.”

Despite her situation, Camille was feeling bold if not a bit triggered.  Somehow with just that statement and questions, Gordon had gotten under her skin.  A little bit of the frustrations of her current life situation had spilled forth.

Gordon’s eye was twitching very obviously at that point with an aggravated look on his face.

Camille turned her back to him, arms folded over her chest, “Oh and I have a message from your brother.” She turned around and posed in the exact same way Scot had earlier that day, “Do be kind to her, little brother.”

And with that, Camille turned back towards Emily and Thomas who were struggling, and failing, to hold in their laughter, “Can I go to my room now please? I’d love to see the manor.” She smiled brightly at them.

“Certainly,” Emily said, clearing her throat and regaining her composure, “It’ll be nice to have another girl on the team.”

Thomas followed behind before turning back to call to Gordon, “Have a good night’s sleep, little brother!”

Gordon was seething. Never had anyone ever taken a tone like that to him.  He hadn’t been this irritated since Thomas was constantly waking him from his naps and that had been a while ago.  Thomas’ snippy comment wasn’t about to be forgotten either.

Edward sighed and smiled, “Maybe next time be a little kinder Gordon.” He turned to James, “I’m gonna sleep in the manor tonight. If Camille stays up a little longer I’d like to get to know her, make her feel more at home.”

He left with James at his heels.

That left Percy with Henry and Gordon.  He watched the group leave and then spoke up. “I overheard Sir Topham Hatt talking with Camille’s fireman and driver about her.” This pulled Henry’s attention from calming Gordon and Gordon looked at Percy.

“Her builder, who was like a father to her, died and the people wanted to scrap her.”

Henry gasped and Gordon flinched.  That stopped Gordon’s anger from rising and it dissipated as Percy continued, “She’s got some brothers, but apparently they have good standings wherever they are. They found out how us Steamies are safe here on Sodor and had her sent here. I didn’t hear much else and I felt bad for overhearing, but she sure seemed sad on the platform. Thomas told me that The Flying Scotsman was there at Vicarstown with her and she was smiling and laughing, but her eyes… she just felt a little distant.”

Percy took his engine form again, seeing his fireman and driver pulling up, “Maybe go easy on her, Gordon. She’s lost a lot in just a few days. I know I would be scared if I were her.”

Henry looked at Gordon, who couldn’t look him in the eyes.  While many of the engines looked at each other as family and teammates, hardly any of them really talked about or even knew their real family with the exception of Gordon and James. James never talks about his siblings and what he went through with them except to Edward, but Gordon’s family and their trials were fairly common knowledge.

Henry gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, before changing back and backing into his berth.

That left Gordon alone with his thoughts.  He looked toward the manor and heard some of the laughter from the others.  Not often did Gordon feel remorse for his actions, but this was one of those times.  He had really stuck his foot in his mouth this time. 

“Bah…” He said, frustrated with himself as he shifted back to his machine form in his berth.  He’d worry about working with Camille and what he’d say to her tomorrow.

——

Inside the manor, the five engines were laughing and getting to know one another.  Edward had promptly gotten James to apologize which Camille accepted.  After some ice breaking questions, Camille found she had common ground with all four in some manner.  James and her both loved superheroes, Superman to be specific, and she had promised to introduce him to the character Deadpool.  Edward, Emily and her all loved reading books and had agreed to possibly do a little book club amongst the three of them. Then there was Thomas, he and her both loved video games.  When Camille opened her duffle to reveal a Nintendo Switch, Thomas just about lost his mind.

But with the night growing darker and Camille finding herself growing exceptionally tired after a day or two without real sleep, the group decided to call it a night. There was a long L shaped hallway of bedrooms and bathrooms. 

Emily gave Camille a general layout, “Starting here at the beginning of the corridor, there’s a bathroom on the left and then my room across from it. Here at the intersection will be your bedroom, and then down the hall there is Edward on the left, James on the right, Thomas next to James, and then Gordon’s room on the end.  His room also has a bathroom in case this one is occupied. Just give his door a knock.”

“What about Preston and Harry?”

“Percy and Henry?” Emily corrected, “They have bedrooms downstairs since they do night shift runs. That way they don’t wake us and we don’t wake them.” 

“Why does Gordon have his own bathroom?” Camille asked after some thought.

“While I would normally say vanity and him being proud…” Emily thought for a bit, “No actually I think that’s just it.”

Camille laughed, “Well, I can see he is a very proud engine. His brother did warn me.”

“I’ve never met the Flying Scotsman, is he very nice?” Emily asked.

“He’s charming, that's for sure. An extrovert, very energetic. I liked being around him.” Camille responded with a shrug, “He’s also very easy on the eyes.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

Emily laughed, “So I’ve heard. Did he woo you?”

Camille scoffed, “Nooooo…. Maybe.” She laughed, “But truthfully, with his energy level I don’t think I could keep up, no matter how fun he could be.  If I were to see him again, which I wouldn’t mind, I think he would be a really cool friend to go do adventurous stuff with. Or even just chill with.”

Emily seemed to ponder that, “It’s so interesting to see your take on the other engines.  You talk so… human about them.”

Camille worried a bit, “Is that bad?”

“No! No, not at all.” Emily replied quickly, “It’s just that, us here on Sodor weren’t built with the ability to switch forms since it hadn’t happened yet. In fact, it was a rather terrifying experience for some of us when it did happen years later.  Some saw it as a curse, but it has become a common belief around here that the Lady of Legend gave us this ability to save us from… unfortunate situations.  So, we lived as engines even with the human forms available to us. We worked, sure we did have fun, but nothing like what our freedoms are now, despite what some people say.”

Camille groaned, “Politics. I hate them.” She proceeded to pretend to be at a rally with a sign, “Give engines rights! Let them vote! Blah! Blah! Blah!” She sighed, “Yet no one has asked us how we feel. Because frankly, I’ve seen enough of the human drama to know I don’t think I care to do things their way.  I’d rather just work, help out, and play board games, read books, etc.  Getting involved with their human rights seems a bit.. much.”

Emily nodded, “I couldn’t agree more. Around here the only things that have changed is this manor and the others built around the island for the other teams.  We also have human amenities like clothing, books, games, and such. Sir Topham Hatt has been really kind and generous to us.  Some days, despite him having his own family, I almost feel like he sees us as his family as well.”

Camille smiled, “I got that feeling too.”

They stood in silence for a bit. Emily looked at the clock and paled a little, “Is that really the time? We need to get to bed!  We’ve got to be up and ready at 5:30.”

Camille stretched, “Sounds great! I think I’ll shower in the morning to help wake myself up, if that’s alright.”

Emily nodded with a smile, turned and wished Camille goodnight as she opened her door.

“Hey Emily, before you go, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“How about you and I go shopping one day? Just the two of us. Have some girl time.” Camille offered.

Emily smiled brightly, “That sounds amazing! Definitely!”

Camille smiled and nodded, telling Emily goodnight and stepped into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Her two bags were there waiting for her, just as Sir Topham Hatt said.  She opened the duffle, revealing the suctioned clothing bags. It was late and she would unpack later, but she at least wanted to change into pajamas.

She brushed her hair in the vanity and looked out the window as the world slept around her.  It was so quiet here on Sodor compared to home.  Her windows overlooked the sheds.  She saw Gordon sleeping alone in his berth and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret at how she had reacted to him.  It’s not like he knows her situation and how… unique it is.  Lashing out at him was just as rude as he had been to her.  Yeah he’d been a bit much but now he was sleeping by himself.  Maybe he preferred it that way though? She decided to not think too much about it.

She grabbed her toothbrush, realizing she hadn’t brushed in a while.  She quietly left the bedroom and entered the bathroom and brushed her teeth and took care of other essential stuff.  She looked into this mirror as well.  Once again the feeling of being somewhere new and strange had practically been dissolved by the friendliness of her new team.  Her only team for that matter.  

She sighed to herself and washed her face with a little soap and water.  As she splashed and toweled her face off she stared into the mirror, “Looks like we’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”

Another sigh.  She was beginning to feel like she was a walking pair of sighing, depressed lungs. She returned to her room and patted her cheeks as she laid down in the comfy queen bed.

“Tomorrow is gonna be good, awesome even.” Camille told herself.

Before she closed her eyes, she looked once more at the window.  It was still bothering her that Gordon was out there alone.  She had a feeling of stupid guilt that she had put him there.  She tossed and turned in her bed, trying to ignore the feeling.  She didn’t want to go outside and possibly bother him and Emily was probably already asleep, as well as the others.  She felt like she was about to go mad with the tug of war of thoughts going on in her mind when she heard a noise from Edward’s room.

“If Edward is up, maybe he wouldn’t mind if I asked him what to do…” She decided and got up.

She went to the next bedroom and lightly rapped on the door.  There was a moment of shuffling and the door opened with a slightly disheveled Edward.

“Miss Camille, are you looking for the bathroom?” He asked kindly with a smile.

“N-no… I’m sorry to ask this but… I feel bad…” Camille trailed a little.

Edward seemed to blush a little, “I’m sorry if was making too much noise, I’ve been told I’m-“

“Oh no,” Camille interrupted, “Nothing like that. I just, I saw out my window that Gordon was alone,” she rubbed her arm and looked down, “and after how we didn’t get along so well I thought maybe I was the reason he didn’t come inside.”

Edward gave a light chuckle, “Oh don’t you worry about him.  It would take a lot to hurt his feelings and I promise you Gordon probably thinks he’s struck gold having the sheds to himself for the night.  I’ll have to tell you a story about a moment like that for him a few winters back, but maybe not in the middle of the night.” He smiled.

Camille was relieved, “Oh OK. I’m sorry to have bothered you, I was just feeling guilty.”

“Not a problem at all.” Edward reassured, “Don’t hesitate to come my way if you need any help or advice.”

Camille nodded and turned away, “Thanks Edward. Goodnight.”

Edward waved a little, “Goodnight, Camille.”

Camille went to bed after that feeling much better.  Sleep was much easier found after that and soon she was curled up with her pillows sleeping soundly.

——

In the room next door, Edward laid back down too and pulled the body of the bigger, raven haired engine close. He could feel James’ heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

“Relax Jamie.” Edward murmured into the back of his neck. James let out a quiet but heavy sigh, “That was too close.”

Next Chapter

Chapter 1 - Leaving Home

As per requested I will be posting my fanfic here as well now. It'll take a few days to get the whole thing up, I'm busy right now due to Thanksgiving/Black Friday, but eventually everything will be posted here as well.

It was the only way to keep her safe.  That’s what the four engine brothers told themselves as they walked through the New York airport.  With steam engines being viewed with less and less kindness and with the world still in the mindset that machines needed to be useful or suffer a fiery fate, Camille wasn’t in a safe place.  She needed to–had to–go.  This was the best option for her.

Each was silent as they made their way through the crowd, eyes on each of them.  Although the United States had done well with keeping freedoms for what they called Living Machines, when they were in their human forms people still had a tendency to stare.  It didn’t help that five of them were all together at the time.  Midas smiled and waved as many noticed the lettering of the US NAVY on his wings, but the other three brothers grumbled their way through the crowd.

Camille smiled nervously at people as they recognized her as an engine, the wheels at her feet were a dead give away.  Occasionally a child would pump their arms at her and she would whistle at them.  Others recognized the family from the news article.  Sometimes it was hard to escape the prejudices of their parents as they had literally built their own family.  Some people agreed, others not so much.  It was abnormal and sometimes that was a curse.  Her brothers were vigilant about keeping people away for the most part.  An ugly look or two came their way, but the stature of her brothers kept people from approaching.

As they neared the security gates that were specifically for living machines, Camille sucked in a deep breath.  This was it.  She was leaving for good and her brothers couldn’t come with her any further.  Each walked with her up to where she had her ID and her ticket checked.

With a hug, Midas whispered in her ear, “We’re going to miss you, little flower.”

Camille tried her best to keep the tears from forming in her eyes as she hugged each one, getting a similar response.  She couldn’t help but laugh as Rocket did his best to cover his own tears.

“It’s just being in this city.  I hate cities and it makes me cry being around this many people.  We need a new plague.”  He joked through sniffles.

Bull rolled his eyes and handed his sister her duffle, “Just don’t let those red coat engines push you around too much.  Remind them we won the war.”

Camille laughed and sighed, “And now we’re allies.  They’re gonna be my new friends and coworkers, y’know?” Oh

“Bah..” Bull responded with a gentle smile, “Take care of yourself, kid.  Keep in touch.”

Zephyr gave her a little nudge and then a hug, “We’ll bring you home if you need us too, but I’m sure you’ll put those big sausage engines in their place.  You’ve got a good bark and a whole lotta bite.”  He seemed to be the only one that wasn’t terribly emotional.  He winked, “You’re tough kid.  Texas tough.  I have no doubts you’ll be running circles around those Brits in no time.”

Camille laughed again, “You know it!  I’ll be fine!”

The security guard cleared his throat and handed her her items back, “You’re clear to go.”

Midas gave her one last hug, “You don’t want to miss your flight.”

Camille took a few steps backwards, “I won’t.  Promise.”  She started putting her backpack and duffle on the conveyor belt.  She looked back one last time at her brothers as they backed out of the line.  She took a deep breath and gave her biggest grin and waved with both hands.

“I’ll call soon!  As soon as I land!”  She shouted.

The parting was too quick for all of them.  She turned to walk through the scanner designed for their kind and then Camille was on her way.

The flight was less than desirable.  Halfway across the world the plane was subjected to a storm.  Although Midas had gone over the different possibilities and causes of turbulence with her, feeling it for the first time was truly overwhelming.  Although the plane was fairly booked, Camille found herself alone in her aisle for the most part.  Many of the passengers were getting airsick due to the storm.  Despite the fact that she was nervous and she felt that her stomach was full of bubbling mess, she didn’t feel sick.  She kept herself focusing on what London would be like and then Sodor itself.  She did a bit of research upon learning about the safe haven for steam engines.  She read about a wonderful castle there and was hoping one day she would be able to visit.  She loved all things knights, horses, and the medieval.  It seemed like a dream come true to be living in such a wonderful place, even if she would have rather stayed back home.

She read about Sir Topham Hatt and the awards he and his team of engines had received.  They seemed like such a talented group; even their newest engines.  Would she fit in?  Would the engines be kind?  She began to worry that maybe she wouldn’t be really needed and was just a pity case.  Would they be upset at her invading their space?  Would they dislike her because of being an American engine?  What if they couldn’t understand her accent?  Was her accent that bad?  What if all the engines were big like her brothers had said and were stuffy?  Would they be like some of the BBC shows she had watched?  But the question that bothered her the most was would they be accepting of her, an engine that had hardly worked as was basically raised human?  A phrase that stuck out on the article she had read about them all was how they were “really useful”.

A particular heavy drop and thump pulled her from her spiral.  She inhaled and held her breath for a few seconds, calming herself down.  It would only be an hour longer before they landed.  She chuckled to herself as she realized she hadn’t slept really, which was the original plan.  She looked out the window of the plane and noticed the rain.  It reminded her of how far away from home she was, as if to say she was on her own now.  She had rather hoped it would be bright and sunny when she landed to help her personality bloom.

Unfortunately for Camille, it was still raining when they landed.  It was odd how like the USA it looked to her at first.  It felt so familiar yet so foreign.  But that gave her hope, if it looked familiar and felt familiar then maybe it would be easier to acclimate.

She quickly called her brothers, who she realized were probably asleep, and then settled on a group message announcing her arrival in London.  With that done, it was time to find her way to the baggage reclaim area to meet up with the conductor that was supposed to take her to King’s Cross Station.  She spotted him easily as she made her way down the escalator, in the familiar blue uniform.  He held a sign that held her name with a little rose drawn on it.  She smiled and waved at him and he waved back happily.

“The Yellow Rose of Texas , I presume?”  He asked kindly, “Welcome to the United Kingdom.  I hope your travels were kind.”

“You can just call me Camille.  The Yellow Rose is such a long name and if I can I’d like to be a bit less formal.”  She smiled, “But yes, it was a good trip.”

The man smiled at her, taking in her small and shaking form. “My, even Thomas isn’t this small.  I wonder how she’ll fare. He thought to himself.  “Shall we collect your luggage?”

“Oh!  No, this is everything.” Camille shrugged her shoulders with her backpack on and bounced the duffle, “I packed light.”

The man seemed surprised, “You traveled across the world with such little luggage?  That’s impressive.”  He held his arm out to show her the way.

Camille laughed, “Well, when you’re as teeny as me, clothes pack easier.  Plus, I ain’t much for what most lady’s need.  I was more into sports and video games than pretty dresses and makeup.”

The man laughed and nodded as they approached the parking garage, “Well I’m sure if you need anything else you’ll be able to find it on Sodor or be able to get it easily from the mainland.  Of course, if you have time for that sort of thing.  Sir Topham Hatt runs a pretty tight schedule, but his engines do well with it.”

Camille gave a nervous chuckle as he opened the car door for her, “I… I haven’t worked a lot.  I’m fairly new…and my…” she gave him a sheepish look, “my father raised me mostly human.  I hope I live up to everyone’s expectations.”

“I’m sure you’ll do splendidly.  The way your family spoke of you, I believe you will find your way one way or another.”

The rest of the drive was a bit quiet as Camille took in the new world around her.  She asked a few questions about the UK and what Sodor was like.  Eventually it was revealed that she wouldn’t be driving to Sodor alone.  That seemed to relax her.

“So, what’s this engine like that I’ll be going with?  Are we double heading or am I just driving beside them?

“I think you’ll like him a lot.  He’s a particularly famous engine.” The conductor said, trying to be a little mysterious.

“Famous?”  Camille sat up, “How famous?”

“Worldwide.  In fact, he goes to Sodor on occasion for his passengers who wish to visit the island.”

Camille sat still as she went through the famous engines in her mind.  There were a couple in mind and they all made her feel a little antsy inside.  Despite having a famous brother herself, the idea of being in the presence of a famous engine, someone who was built like her, made her want to jump out of the car and nope right back to the airport.

“This engine… is he big?”

“Very.  Big, fast, lean, and green.” He grinned.

“The Flying Scotsman.” She barely said above a whisper, her eyes widening, “You all paired me with The Flying Scotsman?!”

The conductor laughed as he noticed her legs began to jump with a nervous bouncing, “We humans did no such thing.  Like I said, he goes to Sodor to drop his passengers off and pick some up on occasion between his tours.  Since you’re new here he decided he would drive alongside you.  He felt it wasn’t proper for a new, young lady engine to have to make that sort of drive by herself.”

“Well ain’t that neighborly of him.” Camille responded nervously, her accent slipping in her anxiousness.

“Well, he does figure himself to be a lady’s man.  Despite being 100 years old his human form and features are that of a young man and he is a bit of a flirt.  He’s a good fellow though.  I’ve never known him to be an aggressive sort of pushy.  There’s no finer engine I would suggest taking care of you, miss.”

Camille’s legs began to shake less with the confirmation from the conductor.  She looked him up and down, “Are you going with me?”

He shook his head, “Afraid not, miss.  My place is here.  But your own fireman and driver will be waiting for you at the station.  We’re just about there and right on time too.  Sir Topham Hatt picked them out specifically for you and your personality; well, based upon what your brothers said.”

Camille exhaled, trying to remove the nerves as she watched the signs amongst the busy roads point towards King’s Cross Station.  She found herself ready to be in her new home, whether berth or bed, and ready for her anxieties to calm down.

As they entered King’s Cross, Camille practically trotted to keep up with the Conductor.  She was rather small in human form, even for a tank engine.  But the bouncy gait was helping her from shaking all over the place as she looked around the station at the many engines.  Streamlined, diesel, steam, they were all there and they were all ginormous.  Upon noticing her own wheels, they looked either shocked or unamused at her being on two feet instead of working.  Some blew steam towards her or said a rather hurtful comment.  For the most part, Camille ignored them.  She was too focused on getting to her new home and following the conductor.

Just when she thought her heart was going to explode straight from her chest, she heard a rather melodic horn and saw the infamous green livery and two tenders of The Flying Scotsman.  For a moment, she stopped in her tracks, shocked at the situation in front of her and the large engine on the tracks.  The conductor that had been ever so kind to her was ahead and talking to two men in blue uniforms.

That must be my fireman and driver.  She realized.  Another deep breath and Camille took brave steps forward, trying to emulate her brother's bravery and splendor.  If anything, she couldn’t be cowardly, that wasn’t the Texas way.  She was supposed to be bold, brave, and nothing resembling nervousness.  This was no time to be timid.

She shook herself and walked up to the group as the Conductor turned her way.  He smiled, “Camille, this is Dallas and Edan.  Dallas will be your driver and Edan is your fireman.”

She shook hands with them both in an eager manner as both men seemed to be full of vim and vigor, “Nice to meet you.” she said.

“Ay, lass, it’s a pleasure to be working with a famous engine such as yourself.” Edan said with a thick Scottish accent.

“I hear you’re quite the spitfire back in your home state.  It’ll be great talking with someone with the same interests.” Dallas said, “Not to mention me being named after your own capital.”

Camille laughed, “I’m very excited.” The nerves began to settle a little when she heard someone clear their throat.

She turned to see the grinning face of The Flying Scotsman, “As one famous engine to another, let me welcome you to the United Kingdom.”

Camille hoped she was managing to suppress what she knew was a blush.  He was indeed a very handsome engine, like the conductor had said.  His voice however, was truly enamoring… and those eyes.  She found herself stumbling a bit before she answered, “I’m nothing compared to you, sir.  Everyone knows who The Flying Scotsman is.  The Yellow Rose, eh, not so much.”

He laughed at this comment, “You can call me Scotsman.  The whole thing is a lot to say. As for the fame, you’re still a young thing give it time.”  He grinned,  “An engine raised human hasn’t been heard of before, yet here you are.  One that sings, dances, and so on, I’m very excited to see what you make of Sodor, Yellow Rose.”  He winked.

Camille thought she was going to melt there on the spot and gave a nervous chuckle, “ If I’m going to call you Scotsman, you can call me Camille.  Or Cam, that’s what my brothers call me.  ‘The Yellow Rose of Texas’ is such a mouthful.”  She gave a small smile, “I’m not so sure I’ll make anything out of Sodor though.  The real question is what it’s going to do with me.”            

Scotsman hummed in response and nodded to the rails beside him, “We shall see, won’t we.  Care to join me?”

“We should be getting ready to go.  Can’t be late for your meet n’ greet with the others.” Edan said.

Camille nodded and put her bags down, hoping down to the rails besides the Flying Scotsman.  She took a deep breath as the gold dust switched her into her engine form, her wheels fitting nicely on the rails. She blinked a few times, getting her bearings.  As she shook her boiler to relax she couldn’t help but notice the Scotsman eyes on her.

“Something on my face?”  She asked jokingly.

He grinned back, “No, no, nothing at all.” He cleared his throat, “But I can tell Sodor is in for a surprise with you.  You’re quite the looker in your engine form.”

“See, now, now you’re just being a flirt.”  She said happily, “Are all big famous engines like you?”

Scotsman laughed, “No, they’re worse. I’m a gentleman through and through.  You seem to be all fired up though, or is it the nerve talking”

Camille felt her firebox warm up as Edan and Dallas got her all ready to go, “Don’t you know that us small engines are full of spitfire?  Great things come in small packages.”  She grinned and hissed a bit of steam playfully.  Her nerves were just about all gone.  The Flying Scotsman’s open personality was just what she needed to start feeling at home, even if she wasn’t in Sodor yet.

“Oh ho, really?”  The Scotsman asked, “And how much fire does this Texas spitfire have?”

“If I could rev myself up, I would right now.”  She said in a competitive tone, with a wink and a small playful hiss of steam. 

The Flying Scotsman gave a playful scoff, “You want to challenge me to a race?  On your first day here?  Are you sure about that?”

Camille rolled her eyes, “Well, I probably shouldn’t.” She said playfully, “As it’s my first day and I don’t know anything about where I’m going.  Plus, aren’t you supposed to be all gentlemanly and show me the way?”  She batted her eyelashes at him.

He laughed, “I think I’m going to like you, spitfire.  But yes, I will be the gentleman and show you the way.”  He whistled as he was given the signal to go. Camille smiled big and whistled as well, following close beside him.  All the nerves were gone as she began to joke and talk with the bigger engine, ranging from what back home was like to her favorite hobbies amongst the humans.  Scotsman listened to her and matched her personality with his own, talking of his own adventures in America.  Camille couldn’t have asked for a better start to her new journey in a new land.

Next Chapter

Guys…. GUYS!!!! What have we done???

I think I just predicted the ending of this series. It goes like this:

*Camille, Gordon, Scotsman, and Edward are standing in front of diesel 10*

Diesel 10: There’s nothing you can do to stop me puffba-

*James suddenly knocks Diesel 10 over the head with a metal chair, knocking him down*

Edward: James!?

Diesel 10 trying to stand up with blood running down the side of his head: GOD DAMN-

*Camille, Gordon, and Scotsman proceed to start beating the shit out of Diesel 10*

Scotsman: FIGHT BACK MOTHER FUCKER!

Thomas: *recording the whole thing with a smug look*

Percy who’s just there: :/

I kinda made this off the top of my head but anyway, your welcome! 😂

😂

That is a fantastic ending and I enjoyed it BUT it is also incorrect 😂 It will be heart wrenching and horrible but also amazing. I have the ending well written and annotated with notes as I’ve gone along. But yes, Diesel 10 will be in for.. not kind beat down.

Should I start posting my fanfiction chapters on here?

Chapter 20 is up! Prepare the tissue!!

This is awesome!!! Also, my HEART for Gordon!!!! Centaur’s are my absolute favorite and the fact that he’s one did not help my poor fandom brain!! 😍😍😍😍

Would there be any other mythological species in your ttte human au? Like werewolves or fairies for example?🤔

Yes! My TTTE human!au is set in a universe me and my husband created together called @thestrangeverse . This is a alternate version of earth where supernatural creatures, people and magika exists much like in the folk lore and fairy tales we write off as fiction here. (We’re still trying to arrange everything we have on it like world info and stuff which is a challenge because it’s extensive, but if you want an intro and to read on some of the major storylines within that world go over to that blog. We’re currently working on the first comic and hoping to post it soon!)

So yes, there are definitely other supernaturals around, including Fae and werewolves! The Boulder is one example, being a supernatural creature known as a gargoyle which Rusty keeps as a pet much to the other narrow gauges’ dismay.

⬇️ For fun, here’s some of the Engines designed if they belonged to some Supernatural Races from @thestrangeverse , where my Sodor516 AU is unofficially canonically based. All info here is part of my husband and I’s original webcomic project. So I hope y’all enjoy the lore and the TTTE spin on it ❤️ ⬇️

Thomas and Percy best fit the Faefolk. Fae are an old race, in their prime they were considered one of the most powerful established cultures. Modern Fae however aren’t able to connect back to their roots after a conflict between their ancestors and the Engineers almost wiped out the ancient Fae. Faefolk are known to be a free spirited race, their Magika formed around Earth’s elements, nature, and illusions. Each Fae also possesses a pair of wings, which vary in colour, patterns and opacity with every individual. There are of course major differences between Modern Fae and their ancient ancestors, but that’s a whole other can of worms. Thomas and Percy are both young at heart, Thomas being playful and cheeky fits the Fae’s tricksy nature while Percy is kind, helpful and determined, not to mention smol, which also fits this race as they’re usually not very big in stature.

Edward best fits the Dragon. Dragons are a varied race of supernatural beings, usually split into two main classes, Eastern Dragons and Western Drakes. They are one of the oldest, and most powerful creatures within their world. They’re recognised by most other supernaturals as some of the wisest beings around, especially Eastern Dragons who are known to be benevolent balance keepers. Each Dragon is born with a link to a certain Cosmic or Earth Bound Element, and this shows through their appearance and unique set of abilities. Edward was technically the first engine on Sodor, not to mention he frequently is seen as the wise elder who has plenty to teach younger engines. This makes him perfect as a Dragon, specially an Eastern Dragon.

Henry was a tough one but he does fit the Merfolk. Merfolk are one of the most abundant and well recognised supernatural races to date. They are as varied as ocean life itself, with their own subclasses depending on what ocean and region they come from. In their prime, the Ancient Merfolk were the biggest rival to the legendary city of Atlantis. They once were an impressive force, making up 4 powerful tribes spanning every corner of the earth’s oceans. In present day, Merfolk have lost touch with their ancient ancestors, their magika and their pantheon of deities due to the seas changing so drastically thanks to human intervention. All Merfolk subclasses fall into 2 categories, the Sirens which have a more ‘traditional’ look akin to most human myths on Mermaids, and the Mershifters who resemble sea life and specific aquatic life forms indigenous to the same region they hail from. Henry fits the Merfolk well in terms of his gentle heart and love for nature. Not to mention he pulls the Flying Kipper, which gave me the idea of Henry as a Mer resembling a Kipper. Either way, the tail suits him.

Gordon and the Scottish Twins best fits the Taurfolk. Taurs are an enigmatic race sharing a lot of similarities with other primal supernaturals like Merfolk and Harpies. Taurs are, in essence, are an intelligent race of beings which have the upper half of a human and the lower body of a four legged animal, the most common being a horse or other equine creature. This subclass is dubbed the Centaur. Other, much rarer subclasses of Taur include individuals with the lower portions resembling canines, felines and reptilian animals. Very, very few Taurs live among other races or within the modern world in general, preferring to stick to the wild and their small, tight knit tribes. Those few that do integrate within ‘society’ are often misunderstood and have to live constantly under the mask of Veil (a commodity that allows supernaturals without natural shape shifting abilities to appear human). Gordon is a powerful engine and one of the fastest on Sodor too. He fits the Taur, more specifically a Centaur based on the British Shire breed which are a big, strong and fast breed of horse. Fitting Gordon’s size and strength (and ego). Donald and Douglas are both strong engines with energy and strong work ethic. They work well as Taurs, especially based on common Scottish horses. Their homeland is also home to one of the most interesting known equine cryptids, the Kelpie.

James best fits the Demon (Specifically the Akai Hono). Demons are probably the most varied supernatural race from appearance to abilities, and of course subclasses. One of the most powerful classes are the Hono, split into 4 different kinds each able to use an Earth Bound Element. The Akai Hono are, in layman’s terms Fire Demons. They’re incredibly proud by nature as all Demons are, and quick to anger, their flames fuelled by emotion. All Akai Hono have different appearances depending on individual and their preferences to look less or more ‘human’, as Demons all have an inherent ability to shape shift between their true nature and other forms. The bodies they most often present themselves in are simply the forms they enjoy most. James is an incredibly vain, prideful engine with a fiery personality, and he seldom takes criticism well. I don’t blame anyone who links James with the element of fire, and here the Akai Hono fits him to a T.

Toby, Emily and Oliver fit the Witch / Witch Son. Witches are predominantly a female race of supernaturals, and while uncommon, there are males, referred to as Witch Sons. The origins of Witches are clouded by time, history and human misconceptions. So many variations and superstitions surrounding the idea of ‘witches’ created by humans make it difficult to tell apart the real history of this race, and the fiction spun by fearful people. One commonly accepted theory for their beginnings is that Witches were once early women, who were a lot more sensitive/connected to the Ethereal Realm and the Magika it holds, and in time this connection grew to create a unique race of people with their own gifts. Witches specialise in magika used through Spells, Charms, Hexes and Elixirology. Each Witch / Witch Son has a Familiar which takes the form of an animal, they hold part of the Witch’s soul and are connected as an extension of their being. This is the reason certain animals such as cats, dogs, ravens, crows, toads, hares, mice and bats were often associated with Witches in the past, thanks to humans misunderstanding Familiars. Not all Witches / Witch Sons are evil, or good, they are just people who choose their own paths, that said there are both great and dangerous individuals. Toby is quiet and thoughtful, he fits the image of a lone Witch Son specialising in herbs and hexes. Emily is smart and driven, who would definitely fit the image of a helpful Witch who focuses on spells and charms. Oliver definitely would have a Toad as a Familiar and best friend, as well as opting to focus on potions and Elixirology to help heal and guide others who’re as lost as he was once.

Duck best fits the Harpy (because I couldn’t help myself). Harpies were a much more abundant race before humanity rose to the power it has now. Sharing roots with Merfolk, Harpies have a primal magika based on Earth Bound elements like Water and Air, and possess limited shape shifting abilities. These beings usually resemble various species of bird be it strongly or vaguely, depending on the region they’re from. They’re numbers are quickly dropping due to the world changing so much, and their feathers, claws and vocal chords are all valuable ingredients in Elixirology. Generally, Harpies are a proud people that stick to their own. Duck is a tough one to choose for as he fits some other races, though the Harpy just goes so well. He’s proud of his heritage and past, something Harpies would hold very dear and very close especially in present day. And there’s the whole obvious d u c k thing

Mavis was the toughest one but she does somewhat fit the Vampire. The true origins of the Vampire is unknown, and is a widely debated topic within the Middleworld and amongst Supernaturals. There’s two primary types of Vampire. The Pureblooded; those who belong to ancient bloodlines tracing back multiple centuries, and the Turned; those who were not born Vampire and were once a different being before they were infected. Vampire society is close knit, and can be quite prejudice towards the Turned, with individuals of this kind being abandoned, often excluded and shunned by other Vampires. While their true origins are speculated, it’s a known fact that Vampires are a very old race, and they possess a variety of supernatural talents, unique to each individual. Some common abilities include the power to shapeshift, control minds and flight. Mavis’ chosen style in the Sodor516 AU does go well with the vampire theme, especially if she is a Turned who was human and simply became this way after being bitten.

Lady is an Engineer Construct. Engineers are an ancient race shrouded in so much mystery, no one really knows what they looked like. Even large portions of supernatural communities don’t believe they existed all together and write them off as stories. The Engineers were in fact very real, having disappeared centuries ago following a devastating conflict with the Ancient Fae. The Engineers got their name from their unique and powerful magika which centred around Transmutation and machines. They would build beautiful creations which would be brought to life through their magic. One most valuable creation of this sort were the Constructs, sentient machines which would convert magic into a physical form known as Tangible Magika, or ‘Dust.’ This is essentially what Lady is already, however this is the appearance and purpose she would have if I had designed my human engines directly according to the lore of the StrangeVerse, and if they were canon. While she wouldn’t be an Engineer, Lady is the only known Construct left, and when awake, her presence and production of Tangible Etherium is what transfigures any machinery in her vicinity, giving them souls.

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We both hope you guys enjoy this bit of Strange Verse lore. The original project is something incredible important to me and my partner, it’s basically our baby. If anyone enjoyed the stuff here and would like to know more on anything do check out @thestrangeverse and send any asks you’d like there if you want to know more on our Universe!

My Sodor516 AU is unofficially set within the Strange Verse, and there is an equivalent to it in the Strange Verse called Hartgate. So working on this AU and watching TTTE brings a lot of inspiration. (My humanisations for Witch Emily and Vamp Mavis shown here actually play minor roles within our world too ✨)

Asks are open here too by the way. I promised more Thomas and friends art and I’m here to deliver. ❤️💖✨

Newest chapter will be up tomorrow!!

Confession time!

YES I am writing the next chapter of The Yellow Rose and yes it’s taking time because I’m breaking my own heart writing some scenes.

BUT ALSO!!

I am actually starting to write an actual novel. Like the real deal. And yes, the characters are from this fandom. Of course, names will be changed and backstories altered but literally it can be read with or without the TTTE fandom. You’ll know it when you see it. Will be posting cryptic clues about it as it progresses.

You’re welcome. I hope.

Camille, I know Thanksgiving is coming up, but I also know that it’s exclusively an American and Canadian holiday. Are you planning to bring Thanksgiving to Sodor this year?

🎁 Gift Anon 🎁

Camille: We haven’t done one before but Thanksgiving was my least favorite holiday. Not that I hate it, it just wasn’t my favorite. I think it would be a lot of fun but honestly, the cooks are me and Edward and maybe Emily and we’d have both Gordon AND Scotsman to feed and they’re freaking bottomless pits.

Gordon: I beg your pardon, darling?!

Camille: I have been out to eat with you and Scotsman before at an all you can eat buffet. That’s terrifying enough.

Scotsman: She’s got us there, Gordon. But to be fair, we are rather large males…and we need a lot of food.

Thomas: I wanna do a Thanksgiving! That sounds like fun!

Percy: Me too!

Gordon: Nobody asked you two little engines.

Thomas: Your wife is a shorty, quit insulting tank engines.

Camille: W-Wife??? 😳😳😳

Gordon: THOMAS!! Quit teasing her!

Scotsman: I dunno… you’re blushing too Gordon. 😏

Gordon: With you two around I’m not sure I have much TO be thankful for.

Scotsman: Aw, c’mon Gordon, I’ll always be your favorite. 😁

Thomas: You love us!

Hey everyone! Another fun update! I will be starting up The Yellow Rose again this month. Yes I utterly failed Traintober but my excuse is that I got sick and was busy. That… that’s it. That’s the excuse for a full month of being ✨ lazy ✨.

BUT The Yellow Rose will be updated this month FOR SURE.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go simp over Astarion from BG3 for a moment like Markiplier simped over Lady Dimitrescu. 😂

Happy late Halloween from smol4bluengine!

Happy Halloween my friend!!! ❤️💙❤️💙

Hahaha I’m immature

Happy Halloween sorry I didn't do it yesterday.

James: Halloween is forever!! Happy Halloween!!

Camille: That’s OK! Happy Halloween! Did you still want candy? We have extras. Just don’t grab from the bowl… James here mixed m&m’s and skittles. 😒

James: MWAHAHAHA!!

Did anyone trick anybody for Halloween? Like a house get tp’d? Egged? Jumpscared anybody?

I can see Thomas tricking people.

James: 😈😈😈

Edward: We’re never getting invited to another Halloween party again. Not even our own.

James: I mixed the skittles and the m&ms.

Thomas: I stuffed ice down Gordon’s shirt at one point. And I spooked Henry hiding around the corner once or twice.

Henry: Five… Times…

Thomas: 🤫 Numbers are for nerds

Camille: We all tp’d Sir Topham Hatt’s office last night and so if anyone is wondering why we’re up extra early… oh and I convinced Gordon to hand out candy for kiddos WITH his costume on and when the teenagers started coming around he decided costumes were stupid, again, and put the bowl in front of his shed and when they went for it the doors would fly open and he’d whistle at them and charge them for a brief second. Nothing like nearly being run over to scare the crap out of some kids. 🙄

Gordon: It’ll teach them the holiday is for kids, grow up. You don’t need candy anyway. It rots your teeth.

Camille: Says the man with a hidden stash of butterscotch candies in our bedroom. 😏

Gordon: Woman! 😤 Those are Doncaster made and they’re different. I didn’t dress up for those, you got them for me.

Happy Halloween from the Yellow Rose group!!

Camille: Hey Gordon, why did the crazy train get removed from the rails?

*Gordon sighs waiting for his express coaches, knowing he was stuck*

Gordon: I don’t know dear… why.

Camille: Cause he had loco-motives!

Gordon: … … …

Camille: 😁😁😁 It was on my laffy taffy wrapper.

Gordon: I hate Halloween.

Look at the cute thing and love him!!!

Trick or treat!

Baby Gordon looks at you curiously. BG: Candy? Edward laughs. Edward: No, no Gordon. We give the trick or treater candy, not the other way around. Like this. Edward then proceeds to give some candy to their visitor. BG: Oh! Edward: Now you try. The baby engine grabs a large amount of candy and puts it into the visitor's bag. Edward: Good job Gordon! Now what do we say? BG: Appy Owl-o-een!

Trick or treat!

*Camille dressed as Christine Daae*: Happy Halloween! *Gives sweet tarts and warheads* Have a great night!! (Gordon is already out of costume but waves nonetheless)

*James (Venom) hands out chocolates with Edward (Spider-Man)*: Make sure you do more tricks than treats! 😈

Edward: James… *sighs but smiles*

Were you guys able to watch Little Shop of Horrors?

🎁 Gift Anon 🎁

Henry: We did! I loved it, gift anon! 😁

Hiro: It was a great starter movie for Henry, we thank you for your suggestion.

James: I seriously can’t believe you hadn’t watched it before.

Henry: I don’t do horror, but this was delightful. Plus, Camille’s reactions were fantastic.

Camille: I had no idea how many well known actors were in it and it was FANTASTIC! I will never get over Bill Murray’s character. It was fantastic!

Gordon: It was a rather ridiculous movie.

Camille: I want an Audrey 2!

*Gordon looks slightly horrified*

Henry: To be honest… me too kind of… I mean, it was a cool plant…

Hiro: Maybe I’ll just get you a movie prop, flower. 😅

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

Holy crap!! I’m so happy you guys!! This is amazing!!

Oh my gosh he’s so freaking cute I can’t EVEN!!!

With Sodor's freezing winter months approaching, Dowager Hatt and her friends made Gordon snuggly foot pajamas.

Bro has seen some stuff, let’s be honest. Poor Victor is basically the Nurse at the hospital who walks into his assigned ER room and goes “Fricking… not you again!”

VICTOR APPRECIATION POST....

I might have made more… I might have a problem. Scotsman, Henry, Hiro, and Camille!

Sooo… as I posted previously I’ve been messing around with AI for both fun and then for also aide in writing my fic. But recently I used an AI to create my characters, and I know there’s a battle between artists and AI but I can’t draw so I wanted to use it. Anyway, so far I’ve created my Edward, James, and Gordon. So here those beauties are!

Obviously since they’re made by AI they aren’t perfect by any means. I had another image of Edward and it had a beautiful background but the AI gave him 3 arms for… reasons??? Anyway, here is pretty much close to perfect for all 3 of these characters. Also, James should be raven haired but it couldn’t do the red highlights for whatever reason so I just went with red hair and now I can’t see him the other way. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Also The AI for Gordon i literally put in “Henry Cavill” as a reference point… sooooooo…. yeah.

More to come!!