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fluffingfireboxes · 20 days ago

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Brady the smoky diesel

Finally, his story is finished! I'm sorry it took so long but I'm slower with writing than drawing. Also dentist got in the way I guess, I have a root canal on Halloween.

This oc belongs to me AND @saragaragrahra

(Praying that tumblr doesn't compress it so much)

Story is below the cut! I wrote it in google docs and pasted it here so forgive me for any formatting errors

The sun started to set and welcome the moon up in the sky. The orange hue of dawn complimented the livery of the scruffy diesel shooting down tracks right beside a busy highway. Work wasn't over for the diesel even as the sun disappeared from his view. He pulled long freight trains night and day, most times coupled rear to rear to another diesel when heading a train. He appreciated the rare times he got to head a train alone. As Brady continued on his way, he could practically feel the stares and side eyes of buses and cars passing on the highway. He’d sneer and scoff, but being tired from the long day and his faulty engine encouraged him not to. Smoke had already begun building up.

The old diesel wheezed, each cough spewed more smoke than the last. His eyes started to water and his windows fogged. His driver slowed him to a stop, the conductor letting out a long sigh when Brady's wheels screeched against the rails.

“Again?”

Brady could only faintly hear the conductor, her voice distant as she set her feet onto the ballast.

“What'dya expect? He's an old guy”

Brady let the smallest bit of a smile set onto his lips as he heard his driver. The driver always referred to him like he was a person, not simply an old diesel made only for freight. He still had hopes and such.

He wheezed once again and accidently spewed smoke right into the face of the conductor. She coughed almost immediately after, sounding like she was hacking up both her lungs. Brady furrowed his brows in sympathy and remorse took over his expression.

“I didn't see you!” Brady quickly exclaimed, muttering a quiet apology afterwards.

“It's okay big guy, you didn't mean to.” The conductor shushed the diesel. Concern embedded itself into her expression as she looked up at him. The diesel was able to get a good look at her now as the smoke dissipated.

Brown fluffy curls and eyes that he's heard the driver describe as chocolate chip cookies. The conductor was taller than most humans he's seen, even if he hasn't seen many people apart from his own crew and other workers on his railway. Maybe she was the tallest, but he didn’t have much reference for human height other than his crew.

Brady only watched as his conductor stepped up onto his footplate, her slippers barely making a sound against the metal stairs. She got up close and personal as she had to give him a quick

look over. His lips pursed together when his conductor's expression grew uneasy. He was easy at reading his crew since he considered them the closest thing to family, second to his sisters.

The conductor made sure to be gentle as she got Brady ready to continue, even brushing down the scruffy fur on his face. “Ready, big guy?” She asked as she stepped back, her hand gripped onto the railing. Brady only gave her a deep hum of his engine in response. She gave a quick sigh back before stepping down the metal steps to join back with Brady’s driver in his cab.

The way back to the yard wasn’t that long but it sure felt like miles. Brady huffed and grunted to keep the smoke from building once again, each sound he made seemed pained. He could hear the muffled voices of his conductor and driver in his cab above. Their voices were still filled with concern, even if Brady didn't hear what they were saying now.

Brady didn't even try to focus on what his crew was talking about as discomfort built up in his engine. He didn't notice he had zoned out until he heard his crew step out onto the familiar gravel of the yard. He finally let a sigh of relief slip from his lips, finally in the welcoming arms of the yard.

It was a busy, loud place. In no way could Brady call it peaceful but he could call it his home.

“Brady!”

Another engine called out to the diesel and immediately stole his attention. The engine was one of his older sisters, Barbara, but as he called her..

“Babs!”

Brady spoke fondly with a smile back on his face.

“How was yer run?” She asked him while slowing to a stop on the track next to Brady. She faced the other way as she was already ready to head out of the yard for a night run.

“Well, as my driver would put it, shitty.” He answered in his usual gruff voice, scratchy and deep from years of smoke.

She gave a sympathetic look since she was no stranger to Brady's troubles. “Think they'll send ya off for repairs? It already looks like they're considering it”

Brady paused for a long second. He glanced back at his crew, who were already talking to someone he didn't recognize. Though he could recognize what the man was wearing.

It was an engineer.

It wasn't the first time he's seen them after so many inspections, but the engineer was here for him now. He felt a bit uneasy at the thought of being sent away. Despite his engine problems, he hadn't been sent away for repairs and they only gave his crew short term solutions.

But even at the thought of being in such an unfamiliar place, he was relieved that his engine might finally be fixed

“I hope..” He sighed and looked back towards his sister. His bushy brows had been furrowed in thought, but softened at the sight of Babs.

“I wish the best for ya” Babs smiled at Brady, canine-like teeth bared in a strangely friendly way. “I… need to go now, see ya in the morning”

Brady was barely able to say a quick farewell before Babs’ horn blared loudly as she huffed away.

“Oh- Farewell” He sighed, unsure if Babs even heard it.

After his sister’s departure, his attention was naturally drawn back to his crew. Brady focused on the engineer that his driver was speaking with. The diesel could easily tell he was not in a good mood. The man’s eyebrows were furrowed and his cheeks wrinkled with a deep frown. He was frustrated to be working on Brady soon. The diesel could only speculate why, but he didn’t want to dwell on it. His crew was always excited to work alongside him and that was all he needed.

He saw his driver had a clipboard and it wasn’t the first time he’s seen it. Almost everytime his engine failed, his crew was always writing something down. His best guess was simply that they needed to document his issues.

Brady continued to watch the two as they seemed to be seriously discussing the diesel’s engine issues. The engineer only grew more frustrated, eyeing up the diesel occasionally. His driver, in contrast, was determined to have his issues fixed. No matter if the engineer was a stick in the mud, deeply in the mud.

“I’m not sure if it's worth fixing it if its engine fails this much.” The engineer sneered. “It’s more cost effective to send him for sc-”

“No.” Brady’s driver cut the engineer off with an assertive tone. “Your job is to fix him.”

Brady didn’t bother to listen more after he heard what was suggested. He knew his driver could handle it alone. His conductor was trying to get his attention anyway. He looked over at the familiar lady. His expression immediately softened and a smile spread across his lips once again. Her footsteps were heavy as she stepped up his footplate.

“Are you feeling alright big guy?” The same look of concern from earlier was still on her face. She reached out, offering a comforting touch as she brushed her fingers through the diesel’s fluff. He only gave a huff in response, already tired from the long day.

She sighed in conjunction with him.

“You’ll get fixed…” His conductor crouched down to be closer to his face. She spoke as she gave his fluff a pat. “I promise.”

“Are you really sure?” Brady asked, an unfamiliar fear creeping up in his mind. He was always aware he wasn’t safe from scrap, not even his sisters were. No engine was forever safe, he knew that, but now he was facing the real possibility.

“I’m sure.” His conductor was more than sure deep down. “We’re not going to work with any diesel but you for as long as we live.”

She spoke for both herself and Brady’s driver, protective over the diesel like a mother.

“Thank you” The diesel spoke, his voice softer than it usually was.

For once he was sure, he was safe from scrap.

#original character #original art #original story #oc story #ttte oc #bnsf engine #ttte #thomas the tank engine #this is over a thousand words holy hell #Its been a long while since I wrote something #CONSTRUTIVE criticism welcome #Brady the smoky diesel

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paradoxo8y · 1 year ago

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You enter in the florest hopping to find one of them, for you wish to make a deal. not to long after the tree line the florest itself finds you, a being with to many teeth and not enouh face speaks into your mind.

-What brings you to my florest mortal?

It's voice sonds like a milion of beings and nothing. You know it's to dangerous to look at them the fear will consume your mind.

- I wish for me and my children and their descents to posses riches like the many kings and queens beyond the trees.

You speak surelly, a dangerous game is being played with the creature.

- Is that so? - Their voices amused. - For as long as you pay the price all your family can have the wellness of royalty.

- What's the price? - You ask

The thing laughs at your foolish question. You was dismised as the fae dissapear in the dark.

It's not long into you starts to receive money, all the things can be buyied, your descends have fresh water and more food than all the family ancestors have ever seen.

But the riches come with a price, as the fae have warned, all of you need to work for them, the payment starts to get lower and lower, after your death they still need to make things for the fae.

Breaking the agreement will only curse them further, now yours grandsons work 9 to 5 all weeks to gain the minimun wage, they can't fail or the water will be cut, if they stop paying the faeries there is no food.

Your soul canot rest for you have cursed your bloodline into mindless work in schange of the most basic of necessities.

#faerie #fae folk #was in a fae brain rot #writers on tumblr #writetober #capitalism is like a fae deal gone wrong #surprise it's a criticism against the system #It doesn’t need to be seen like that either #just my vision #sorry for the spelling mistakes #i'm tired #english ain't my first language #construtive criticism welcomed

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thewitcheswitch89 · 5 months ago

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The Witches Image

Papa Emeritus IV- Part 1

Authors Note: its my Fist Ghost fanfic. Please give me construtive criticism.

you can also read it on:

Min Heyoka (@TheWitcheswitch89) - Wattpad

"A warm welcome, sister!". An older woman in her 60s approached me with her arms wide open. I tried to smile, even though I didn't feel like it.

I hadn't actually intended to change convent. However, Abbess Blake had left me no choice. I had been summoned to her office three days ago to tell me that I was in higher vocations and needed more intensive guidance to find my right path. And for that it would be necessary to transfer me. Sister Imperator would be the perfect person for that.

When I asked if it was really necessary and if I could just sign up for more courses, all I got was a blunt "Don't question Lucifer's decisions, my child!". I had barely had time to say goodbye before my bags were packed, the flight booked and I was here. A new member of the unholy church Emeritus. I didn't care what privilege I was given. I would have liked to stay there with my friends, my teachers. But this decision was not given to me.

Nervously, I clenched my fingers in my pocket. Sister Imperator was a slim, good-looking woman. Her blonde hair, streaked with gray, was pinned up in a loose bun. In her black blazer, suit trousers and red pumps, she looked a little intimidating.

"It's great that you're finally here!" she beamed when she reached me. Her voice echoed in the empty crypt.

"Thank you for letting me be here, sister," I replied. Not convinced of my gratitude. Her eyes briefly scrutinized me from top to bottom with a disparaging look. I immediately became afraid that she had noticed. No matter how hard I tried, you could see everything in my face, like an open book. Her gaze lingered on my Doc Martens, which were long past their prime. I was immediately annoyed that I hadn't worn something more formal. First impressions counted here. Even though I didn't want to be here, I had to accept the idea now. The formal smile that didn't reach her eyes didn't leave her lips as she pierced me with her gaze.

"Abbess Blake didn't promise too much when she recommended you to me," her voice broke the uncomfortable silence. "But let us go to my office, Sister! Surely you don't mind a cup of tea?...Leave your luggage here, one of the ghouls will take care of it!".

She turned on her heel and stomped off down the corridor. As I hurried to keep up with her, I couldn't get her remark out of my head. ...'Abbess Blake didn't promise too much'...What had she said to her?

She steered purposefully towards a tall double door that led from the entrance hall into a darker and narrower corridor. Fine wood paneling adorned the walls. The floor was covered with dark red carpet. The light refracted through the high stained glass windows, giving the corridor an almost magical feel.

. High wooden doors lined the corridor, golden signs were attached to each one. As I walked past, I caught a glimpse of the names. "Primo", "Secondo", "Terzo", "Papa Emeritus 4" and "Nihil".

"Here we are!" She let me enter first and I was amazed. Her office was huge, a wide fireplace, dark shelves, armchairs upholstered in heavy red velvet, high windows with heavy white curtains draped around them. Paintings of every emeritus on the wall. If it looked so grand here, what did Papa's office look like?

"Have a seat!" She closed the door and went to her desk, which was in the middle of the room. I took a seat opposite her.

"Please bring me tea for two," she said into her phone, hung up and turned to me.

"Welcome again, sister! I hope your journey was pleasant?" She folded her hands on the table with a smile.

"Yes... thank you!" I replied. "Even if everything had to happen pretty quickly!". Sister Imperator nodded sympathetically and furrowed her brow.

"Sometimes there's no other way...you have to act before the child has fallen into the well...Abbess Blake seemed very worried when she contacted me. Concerned for you...and your faith in our unholy church!" She leaned in my direction, sighing. "She told me that she feared that you might leave your path to Lucifer!".

I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. What did that mean? I had done everything that had been asked of me. I had taken part in every mass, every ritual and every festival. Hadn't that been enough? I hadn't refused ... well ... except for one particular thing. But that couldn't be the reason for the transfer...not because I...

At that moment, there was a knock at the door and a sister dressed in the habit of the Order entered, a tray with a teapot and two cups in her hand.

"Your tea, Sister Imperator!" she said and placed the tray on a small table next to the desk.

"Thank you my dear!" Sister Imperator rose to fill the cups with hot tea, while the young woman turned to me, winked with a smile and left the room.

Sister handed me one of the fine porcelain cups and sat down again, sighing. Was she expecting an answer now? I awkwardly put my cup down and cleared my throat to say something, but she beat me to it.

"I offered Abbess Blake to put you back on the right path... The way she raved about your talents, I think you will find your way with us very quickly!". She sipped her tea and continued: "I understand you were active in book illumination and translations of holy scriptures?". Sipping my tea, I looked at her with wide eyes. Should I answer now?

"Yes!" I replied, burning my tongue.

"That's excellent, sister! We've been looking for someone to write down our unholy father's masses for posterity for a long time!" She took an almost exuberant sip of tea. "That will be your task now, my dear!".

"It's a...great honor, Sister Imperator," I grinned. To be honest, I felt a little overwhelmed. After all, it was a big job and a lot could go wrong.

Another knock made me flinch briefly.

"Come in!" she called, still grinning. I took another sip of tea and tried to get used to the idea of my new task.

"Sorry to disturb you, sister! But you wanted to see me?" a male voice with a heavy Italian accent said hesitantly.

"Come in, my dear!" She stood up. I hesitantly put my cup down and stood up.

"I would like to introduce you to our new member... Sister Lia!".

My gaze met his exactly. One green and one white eye. Black make-up adorned his eyes and his upper lip.

"Papa!" I said. The corners of his mouth twisted into a grin. While I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. Minutes seemed to pass, even if it was only a few seconds. I couldn't tear myself away from his gaze. It almost seemed as if his white eyes were shining. The corner of his mouth pulled upwards. He was a head taller than me. His hair was combed back and his hands were in black leather gloves. His black suit was tightly tailored. I blinked and immediately felt ashamed of my stare.

"Benvenuta sorella Lia!" he said, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. I felt a tingling sensation where his lips had touched my skin. He didn't take his eyes off me during the kiss. The warmth rose in my cheeks.

Fortunately, Sister Imperator interrupted the tension between me and him with her voice. I had a moment to catch my breath as he turned his attention away from me. Sister took a seat behind her desk, grinning broadly, let her eyes dart briefly to me and nodded to Copia, who took a seat next to me.

"Sister Lia... will take care of the transcripts of your masses in future! It's important to record them for posterity so that faith in our unholy church is deepened even more!".

"Meraviglioso!" laughed Copia in Italian. "What an enrichment!". He gave me a look, which I answered with an embarrassed smile. My cheeks were burning. Lucifer ... I had to pull myself together.

"I've long been of the opinion that you need an...assistant! Sister Lia will certainly be able to do some of the work for you. Isn't that right, sister?"

Without stopping it, my features slipped and all I did was stare at her with wide eyes. She was expecting an answer, but I was so caught off guard that I only managed a hesitant "Yes?". Copia next to me cleared his throat, which drew Sister's attention to him.

"Eh...maybe we should give Sister Lia time to arrive first!" he patted my hand and winked at me.

"Yes, of course you're right!" she sighed, before turning back to me. Her gaze was almost empathetic. " Take your time today and we will talk tomorrow about the admission ritual. Then we'll discuss more concrete things!". More concrete? What else was coming?

Sister Imperator pressed a button and a short time later there was a knock at the door and the sister who had brought us tea earlier entered. I had been staring at my hands the whole time, not only because I didn't know what was happening to me, but also to avoid Copia's worried look that he was giving me. I felt bad, I didn't want him to think it was directed at him.

This day seemed to have one surprise after another in store for me.

"Sister Magret, accompany Sister Lia to her room!".

#ghost band #ghostbandfanfic #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa nihil #papa secondo #papa primo #papa terzo #sister imperator #the band ghost

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