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Throws some more Bochum Joule x Wembley Wrench at you guys and runs off

Joule does not like to be left high and dry like that

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I’m not obsessed with him I’m not obsessed with him I’m not obsessed with—

Anyway I’ve come up with lore that before he was a Funeral coach he was a Florist coach. Happily married with a steam engine named Paree :3

They loved each other very much, do not separate….oh wait.

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HAEEEEEYY

Hello mortis

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here are my updated starlight express ocs!!!

ive got an engine, coach, and freight ones except each oc i make past glaze is based off a book i read in english that im so normal about ehehehe

feel free to ask questions about them or anything ehehehehhe

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Seb please stop making ocs and go back to finishing carrot I’m begging you

Mmm, funeral.

His name is Requiem and he’s a funeral coach :3

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wembley greaseball please!!

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Day 19: Wem Greaseball!

Oohhh I haven’t drawn her in forever even though she’s the reason I’m here in the first place 😍 Live laugh love girlball

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me shaking myself to finish this drawing and freezing temp chap3

ANYWHO !!! me and the like 5 other coallectra fans just cheered LOLOLOL thank u juls for introducing me to this ship love ya man :33

i keep changing between figure skating and ice skating whoops.. COUGHS.... anywho, might finish the coaches OR draw purse , volta , and wrench as electras components for figure skating :33333

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Ahahaksksjshdhsjj more moneygun your way I suppose

Projecting my Indian genes onto Krupp. Bro has a full head of Lucious hair that will NOT FALL OUT when he gets older, trust.

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Hello member 1 of 8 of coalectra nation how are we doing today? I hope this satisfies as a first meet!! I also now have them in my head again. Fuck.

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“I believe that should be everything.”

The stack of money between them is bigger than anything Porter has ever seen Slick collect before, and that’s impressive considering how hard Electra had haggled her down from fifty. Honestly, he’s mostly amazed Electra just has this much cash sitting around; he knew they were rich but not this kind of comically rich, pulling bundles of crisp bank notes out of a black leather briefcase like he sees criminals do in those crappy westerns Lumber likes.

Then again, Porter remembers, they’re the villains now, accepting hush money for a clean job of fucking over their childhood best friend, and a bit on top for Slick’s help in the next race. Not that he’ll see a penny of it - Slick will probably cover an essential repair for him later down the line - so really, he’s not even a proper villain, just a henchman.

“Do you want to check?” Electra asks wryly, one silvery eyebrow raised expectantly. Something about their gaze is piercing in a way that makes Porter squirm on his wheels, as if they were able to see straight past his outer placing and weigh his soul by eye.

Truthfully, he doesn’t want to. Starlight alone knows why Slick asked him to pick up the cash, she knows he struggles with numbers at the best of times. Shapes he’s alright with, thankfully, and judging by how each bundle was a grand and he can roughly make out that the pile is ten bundles high and two wide, he’s confident it’s the right amount.

“I trust ya’,” he replies lowly, and pops open the lid on his currently empty hopper to begin shovelling the money into. Considering the fact that this is more cash than he’s seen in one place in his life, he figures he should probably be more careful with it, but it’s just going to go into the peeling satchel under Slick’s bunk, so really there’s no reason for him to treat it like gold dust.

Definitely not that it’s more money than he makes in a year, and quadruple what he thinks he’s ever seen in his account at one time.

“You’re very trusting,” Electra muses, and they ease back against the wall of the rusting shed that Porter agreed to meet them behind, “I see why that oil truck likes you - I bet you’ve never questioned her once, have you?”

“I question her every day of my fuckin’ life,” Porter grumbles as Electra’s sparkling lips curl into a thin smile, “but it’s easier to go along with it and at least make sure she gets out of it alive than it is to argue with her.”

“Indeed, quite the force of nature, isn’t she?” Electra asks, but not in a way that suggests they want an answer, “she should count herself lucky she has such attentive colleagues.”

“Colleagues?” Porter can’t help but laugh as he pops the lid down on his hopper to sling it back over his shoulders, “I’ve known Slick since she was a bairn, if she thinks I’m her colleague I’ll kill her-“

“That explains your protectiveness nicely,” Electra interrupts smoothly, as if they were slotting together the pieces of some great puzzle, and Porter frowns for a moment trying to work out the enigma of their expression, the slight tilt of their glamourous brow, the way one of their long, spindly legs is tossed over the other, “quite the older brother, aren’t you? Very sweet, especially since, well, I imagine you’re scrabbling for work now that steam’s day has passed. Does she pay you handsomely for watching her back?”

His chest tightens painfully - why the fuck would they want to know about that? It’s not a stretch by any means to know about the drying up of the coal industry, but this doesn’t seem like something Electra should care about. Truthfully he can’t even say he wants to talk about it, not when the paychecks coming in have been on the decline for months, but the last thing he wants to do is stress out the others when cash is already tight.

Although, Porter thinks, it won’t be for a while after this.

“Work’s fine,” Porter mutters, pursing his lips as Electra’s smile widens, “Slick doesn’t need to pay me.”

“Of course,” Electra purrs, that piercing gaze never breaking for a second as Porter can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up in their scrutiny, “my apologies, I should not have assumed.”

Somewhere in here is a chase, a game to be played and won, and he gets the overwhelming feeling that he has been labelled the mouse as Electra’s lips curl further, catlike and cunning.

“A shame, truly,” Electra muses, but not in a way that makes it seem like they’re lost in thought; instead, casual, but targeted, knowing fully the implication of their words as Porter’s mouth goes dry, “you seem confident, dedicated, loyal to a fault, exactly the criteria I would be looking for if I were to be, say, hiring - plus, I am a fan of adoration, and you seemed to take to that like a duck to water.”

He knew he shouldn’t have blown a kiss earlier. Lumber told him it was a bad idea, now it sounds like Electra wants him. Which would be strange, no one really wants Porter around anymore apart from his friends, which, don’t get him wrong, he’s got many of, but no one really wants him for work-

Unbidden, an image flashes in his mind, the familiar black and red of his armour replaced with silver and chrome, but he shakes the images away before the pounding of his core becomes too loud.

“Thanks for the offer, hen,” Porter chuckles, and hopes that the laugh covers up the slight shake in his voice that he knows shows up whenever pretty people pay him attention, “but I ain’t becoming no fancy electric coach.”

“Pity,” Electra replies as they push themselves off the wall, and Porter forgets how to breathe as one sharp talon draws along the edge of his jaw, Electra merely centimetres away now, “you’d look ever so handsome in my colours.”

He’s not used to being made to feel small, caged in, but Electra towers above him, a private spotlight illuminating every inch of his scarred face. There’s no hiding from their stare, and the drag of the talon sends sparks along his skin, raw and sensitive.

Suddenly there’s the press of something against his chest, and Porter finds it in himself to break their gaze for a moment to look down and see a fresh bundle of notes being pushed into his hands, the flash of a silver business card glinting faintly in the glow of their armour.

“A tip for the delivery boy - keep it to yourself, please,” Electra says lowly; Porter reaches up to grasp it tightly to his chest, and Electra finally steps away whatever weight was preventing his ventilation from working properly eases slightly. “Au revoir, Porter.”

Quiet as the wind, Electra disappears into the night, LEDs flicking off as they turn into the darkness, and Porter can’t help but fall a little bit further down the wall that he’s leaning on. Face alight with crimson and core thumping painfully in his chassis, he must have looked a fuckin’ idiot-

If he’s a little bit late back to the shed, hands trembling slightly and cheeks still flushed, no one says anything.

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She’s made ittttt. Our very first Gyaru coach: Belle the sleeping car!

First time properly drawing 24’ belle in a while!! Very happy with how she turned out

Also the coaches will all be getting bows in their designs :3

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Lay down your armor, don’t waste your breath on me

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Hope you’re doing okay!!! If you’re not overrun with requests for daily doodles, maybe a little Hydra? No problem if you have tons already!!!

🚃Stex doodle of the day🚃

Day 15: Hydra!

I always have time for a hydra dw 🫡 He truly is too swag for us all

Also someone anyone please leave a Lumber req in my askbox he is the only Wem freight I haven’t drawn for this challenge💔

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Pesto Doodle Dumps from the trenches of our Starlight roleplay shenanigans….featuring Purse and Krupp?

And also Caboose Juice from my electric Zombies au that I will absolutely yap about in a bit. And a modern girlball i was totally not obsessed with this one Pinterest reference for a while….

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Throws Joule at you

I discovered textured brushes recently

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Juice mentioned!!! :3

HELLO IM STILL ALIVE I PROMISE!!!!! Here is a small stex dumb but it’s all OCs and most of them aren’t mine

FIRST UP WE HAVE @ratsvalley we got component juice, the text is from a poem by Gwen hardwood called barn owl :3

Then we have juice and Myki, juice again owned by pesto and Myki by me

Then finally family photo of glaze ( drawn by @stonedtalussy , Flechter and their quokka daughter sprinkle, sprinkle loves her lesbian mum and gay dad

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Thank you to all who voted!!

Ahhh long awaited Pearl and Tassita art here I come :3

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Also forgot to mention this before but I’m totally cool with people using the gyaru freights as pfps (with credit ofc)