#oc u-505

[greatwesternway]

what does U-505 think about the IRM? has he ever been there or is he not allowed to leave?

He's never been.

He's been invited, as everyone else at the MSI has been, but for a number of reasons, he's never taken them up on it. His diplomatic reason to refuse is that he is still technically a prisoner of war and thus is meant to stay where his wardens can keep track of him. While U-505 does genuinely believe his circumstances imply he shouldn't leave the property, it's also a very convenient excuse.

His experience with steam engines thus far has been that his presence is problematic for them (and not unjustifiably so). He'd expect he'd not be welcomed warmly among much of the IRM's stock. He knows he'd not be welcome by a Certain Engine living there now. Even if 2903 still comes back to the MSI to visit, U-505 does not feel he has the same right to intrude on 2903's new home.

For what it's worth, the museum itself would let him go if he wanted to. While U-505 considers his disposition to be an obligation and consequence of being captured, the museum has never thought of him that way. When he arrived at the MSI, the war was ten years over and the general attitude was that we wanted to move on from it. He's therefore treated with the same regard and care as any of their other exhibits. That he has such a spartan existence is his own doing. Indeed, the museum would give him anything he wanted, if only he'd ask. Everyone who learns about him properly - from museum visitors to Captain Gallery himself - comes to love him.

Speaking of, another reason he never goes to the IRM is that 727 never goes either. She's had forty years of traveling nonstop and prefers not to spend her retirement traveling too. (To be fair, all the stock at the IRM also have a standing invitation to visit the MSI, but most of them don't for the same reason.)

727 is also - as we once saw described in some article - "married" to the building. She's perfectly whole while human, but she doesn't really care to leave the building now that she's been welded to the railings. So nowadays, U-505 has the better excuse that the gentlemanly thing to do is stay home with her. He gets fewer pitying looks and attempts to negotiate with that answer. It's hard to argue that he should let a day with fewer little planes buzzing about go to waste.

Together too, neither of them are that keen on terrestrial travel. Locomotives are obviously built to navigate land. They and their rails were integrated into the world around them. Even the little planes are used to being moved about on trucks or trains from time to time. U-505 and 727 are so large that, with the exception of their arrival at the museum, they almost always operated in places specifically built for their use. They just look at riding the train a lot more dubiously than smaller engines do since they lack the experience of it.

That said, if there was an event important enough, they would go. They have friends there and if their presence was requested, they'd make the effort. It's just hard to think of something the IRM is doing that seems that necessary.

Despite having never been there, U-505 thinks it's good for Pioneer to get to visit his letter friend in person and to visit other engines again. He's not sure what the value of a place that keeps retired trains en masse is exactly, especially if they are all just common stock like 2903 with no story and most of them don't even run. He knows better than to say as much, but it sounds like a scrapyard behind on its work. But it's a place that took the effort to preserve Pilot, who he likes and who makes Pioneer happy, so it's the rare time when U-505 will let inefficient means to justify valuable ends.

[greatwesternway]

ONE BIG CHOOCH!

This one's been in the works for longer than the 727 design but I finally got around to finishing it last night.

Atchison Topeka & Santa Fe 2903 is the largest steam engine preserved in IL, and before he lived at the Illinois Railway Museum with Silver Pilot, he lived at the Museum of Science and Industry alongside the Pioneer Zephyr, making him a fun character to do things with, as he gets to have interactions with both museums casts!

[padscomm]

sweet

sam carpenter x OC

(with a lil bit of tara x y/n, hehe also same au as the jealousy au)

warnings; grammatical errors

a/n; add my discord ;)) kyofilmss

· carpensam

liked by tarafilms , ynartist , mindymarts and 320 others

carpensam stop making out Infront of me

– tara · @ tarafilms

your jealous, make out with your girlfriend also

oh wait, you don't have one

– sam · @ carpensam

don't talk to me with that attitude, when you don't even pay the bills

– tara · @ tarafilms

leave me alone

· rueweb

· @ carpensam was tagged

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rueweb date w my girl, can you also give my jacket back?

– mindy · @ mindymarts

I WAS RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME, YOU’RE DATING MY MOTHER FIGURE

– chad · @ vcchad

crazy fr, let us meet her Sam 🙏🙏‼️‼️

– rue · @ rueweb

uhmm, who r u guys?

– chad · @ vcchad

sam’s children

– tara · @ tarafilms

omg, my sister have a girlfriend?! @ ynartist get back here

– y/n · @ ynartist

congratulations ig? can u leave your sister and her girlfriend alone 😭

– tara · @ tarafilms

you’re so boring

– y/n · @ ynartist

is that so? ok

– tara · @ tarafilms

baby, I'm joking, don't ignore me ☹️

– sam · @ carpensam

you're stupid

· THE FRIEND GROUP.

sam , tara , y/n , chad , mindy , anika , liv , amber , wes

amber ; @ carpensam, tell us about your girlfriend

I'm invested in your relationship with her

sam ; I'd want to share it but, she wants to keep it low-key

liv ; low-key sucks, convince her to reveal it

amber ; invite her tomorrow, pleasee

chad ; yea, i promise it'll be fun with her

y/n ; don't force her if she doesn't want to go

tara ; y/n, you suck

y/n ; 👍.

y/n has left the gc

mindy ; if you don't go after ur girl, ill go after her

tara ; STOP MINDY

anika ; you like y/n?

chad ; okay, can we go back to the topic

sam ; don't..

amber ; just ask her If she wants to go with us

sam ; okay fine, but if she doesn't want too, she doesn't.

tara added y/n to the gc

y/n has left the gc

tara added y/n to the gc

y/n has left the gc

tara added y/n to the gc

y/n has left the gc

tara added y/n to the gc

anika ; CAN YOU BOTH STOP

wes ; wes is dead

chad ; shut up wes, we don't care

– rue · rueweb

sam ; hi rue! uhm, can i ask you?

rue ; of course, what is it sam?

sam ; do you wanna go to Starbucks tom,if your free?

rue ; of course, I'd like too!!

sam ; but are you okay if my friends are there? i don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

rue ; that's sweet of you that you worry about me baby, sure I'd like to meet your friends.

sam ; great! ill pick you up tomorrow at 3PM?

rue ; sounds great to me, and can I ask?

sam ; yea sure, what is it?

rue ; is tarafilms your lil sis? she looks cute

sam ; oh yea, BUT she has a girlfriend.

rue ; jealous much? i only love youu

sam ; yes, and i love you more. i don't want people stealing you away from me

rue ; that's sweet love, and also im going to get my clothes ready.

sam ; excited much?

rue ; yes babyyy

a/n; request pls

[siderods]

YIPPEE

Since the new The Future Is Still Silver And Black (made by @monstrosoupdate & @djangodurango) came out I figured I should do more screenshots!

U-505's christmas story near the end stole the show for me, but unfortunately there's no u-boat model for either Rolling Line or Trainz, so his museum-mates will just have to tell him about all the festivities I suppose.

How cute, they're even looking out for hi- oh.

I guess U-505 wasn't the only one the gang decided was in need of a bath. Better luck next time, 999!

And now for the other side of the coin! I'm not one to deprive Silver Pilot of the Joy and Whimsy of wintertime, so here he is one one of his EMD relatives up above!

..and i've run out of shennangians now so it's time for some more oc stuff!

Namely a funny lil mixup including a very confused Mutt being hooked to the Godesses while Silver Pilot has to stare down the Cryptid Of the Week™ without dropping his frames into his trucks with fear

Back to the land of Trainz, we have Pioneer sizing up a very.. different type of horror before finding a few friends to settle down and chat with, namey Dean, Judah, and The Mosue.

All in all, amazing work on this update! Looking forward to the next!

[dewdr0pz]

music OC challenge or whatever

based on this image

Dover Beach (girl)

Hazel (appearance)

Fall In Love With A Girl [Orla Gartland Version] (color scheme)

Starstruck (current life)

So Long (personality)

Model Buses (love life)

Smokey Eyes (fears)

I Love You So (family)

505 (mindset)

R U Mine? (motives)

i swear to god (childhood)

Concrete (s/o)

feel free to do this!

tags: @vopixx @zuuriell @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @o-kye @stars-around-scars-collective

[greatwesternway]

It bears mention that the reason Guadalcanal is the way he is... is because he is an aircraft carrier. That means he is much, much larger than the rest of his task force's destroyer ships and the group is centered around him, but that he's not much for combat himself. He has some artillery, but he is largely a support unit. It is therefore his inclination to be supportive, even to prisoners (especially when they have been honorarily inducted into his fleet as a junior member). So while the rest of his task group thought this was incredibly unwise, it's hard to argue with him, not only because he's bigger and outranks them but because one would be arguing with his very nature.

He insists to them that he is "not civilian, just civilized."

There is a nice anecdote in the biography written by one of U-505's crewman about how the brig on Guadalcanal was right next to the engines and very hot, but one of Can Do's crewman pointed an electric fan at them to cool them off. A superior officer came in, yelled at him for it, and turned the fan away from them, but after he left, the first guy turned the fan back around towards them again. Civilized.

For U-505's part, he really didn't care for how nice Guadalcanal was being. It's embarrassing enough getting captured. To then have this guy trying to befriend him and treat him gently in front of all these other warships was practically an insult. Merchant ships might be grateful for careful handling, but a captured warship expects some nod, however spurious, to the danger they still pose. Some of the more aware of the destroyers tried to explain this, that Guadalcanal's behavior was counter-intuitive and only serving to humiliate the submarine further, but he wouldn't hear it. He's biggest and has the largest crew so he must know best.

Guadalcanal trying to make conversation with U505 like the old country buffet guy is so beautiful to imagine

Okay so I had to google this but I found the tiktoks and I'm losing it lol.

DJ:

"Have you tried the lasagna?" "Klassifiziert."

Guadalcanal (occasionally referred to here by his nickname, "Can Do") is actually in somewhat of a breach of protocol with these questions, since he's really not supposed to be interacting with U-505 unless necessary. He's just supposed to be hauling him around. But Can Do is... also a little bit spoiled. Being part of a special task group and beloved by both captain and crew will let you get away with trying to engage the captured enemy submarine in conversation that is not strictly intelligence-related.

Can Do shrugs it off easily by saying that establishing a rapport with the prisoner might be a good way of putting him at ease and thus extracting information, but not everyone feels this way. Some little boats think this is actually interfering with their jobs. Flaherty, Jenks, and Pope in particular feel that someone should probably say something, but they're in a difficult position in that regard. Can Do technically outranks them, and the destroyers are a bit of a divided front since Chatelain is also trying to get the U-boat's attention, and Pillsbury refuses to take a side, since she dislikes when there's discord amongst the task group.

Too, this behavior is hard to moderate since capturing the submarine in and of itself constitutes something of an extenuating circumstance. No enemy vessel has been boarded this way since 1812, and no one's exactly sure what rules they're operating under, so there's nothing to point to to back up their arguments that Can Do should really just focus on doing his job so they can do theirs. Can Do is a big ship that is used to getting his way, and his winning smile and cavalier attitude towards which rules should and should not apply to him make dealing with him difficult sometimes. The submarine is finding this out firsthand.

[ollythepikman]

harvey fan?? and also into ow?? that's so cool ‼️ you should totally just ramble about harvey (either headcanons or just whatever) because i love hearing what others have to say about the silly guy. please ignore how empty my main is i never post on here other than on my goofy sideblogs n that's it 😭 but i hope you're also having a good day!

Hello! I can totally rant about Harvey as he is my favorite little goober.

Also I’m very sorry if this comes out very randomly I’m not that good of a writer

Height: 6”2

Sexuality: pansexual, acespec, polyamorous

Gender: trans masc (he/they)

I’ve played sdv for about 505 hours at least and like I’ve married Harvey I think 4ish times here are my hcs!

I feel like him and Shane would have been friends when they were like 6-14 until Shane’s parents stop letting him visit the valley. When Shane goes on his ark I feel like Harvey would help him with his gender transition (I also hc Shane as trans masc lolz) which not getting gender affirming care would rlly affect his mental health. When Harvey was younger I could totally see him being super into Pokémon spending most of his time on it. Rlly weird hc I may be just self projecting but I feel like he would have been a Warriors kid trying to get Elliott into the books when they were younger. I do ship Shane and Harvey. Harvey would just suck at any type of video game. He would bleach the tips of his hair to look younger (it doesn’t work to well)

I hc his voice as three different voices: early transition I feel like he would sound like raggedy Andy from that one 1970s movie and then after his transition I feel like his voice would either settle as a John Mulaney type voice or he would just sound like the main singer for they might be giants. (Which I think fits him more)

He listens to Jack Stauber after Sam introduces it to him, his favorite songs from him would be buttercup, Doctor, and dinner is not over so basically only the rlly happy upbeat songs

Songs I immediately associate with him are Love grows, Doctor worm, Dinner bell, and Good old-fashioned lover boy

He would kinda hate PDA anything more than a hug, holding hands, or a cheek kiss he doesn’t like as he fears it may make him look unprofessional.

He is a victim of deez nuts jokes

He’s my lil goober with social anxiety and autism

His autumn outfit would consist of a baggy sweater with a beanie and gloves

Winter outfit would have a puffy jacket with a scarf covering his mouth/nose he would force Shane into wearing a coat

He would be the best father if he had kids

Shane convinced Harvey to smoke weed with him once and he immediately greened out lmao

He loves to cuddle with whoever he’s dating especially in the cooler months

A bit of self projection with this one but he HATES the feeling of foam like that crafting foam

He’s vegetarian

He would be a musical fan and a theatre kid

Depending on like the timeline I’m playing/the oc I’m using I hc see him a bit differently like if I’m using my oc named Soil he’s 35 he’s on HRT and he hasn’t gotten top surgery, if I use Abraham I hc him as 40ish he’s fully transitioned, and if I’m using Book he’s 35 and fully transitioned

And please please PLEASE if you wanna hear any more hcs from sdv or ow or unicorn wars please ask! I love to rant about things!

Edit: here’s a playlist I made for Harvey Art by dustlicious on tumblr https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7JvpKTQkbebOfh2996jYOh?si=AF4_I1fbS6-k6tuc1sHXyA&pi=u-V7ByQUHVS0i2

[fire-but-ashes-too]

HI YOU LOOK COOL also i saw your froggy hat drawing and aasifods its so cute

also as someone who literally exclusively listens to like one thing which songs would you associate with your characters ? i'm curious

HIIII U LOOK VERY COOL TOO

okokokok I was LITERALLY thinks Ng about this yeaterdayyyyy aghghh why didn't I write it down nn

Alex: FAMILY LINE BY CONAN GRAY. ABSOLUTELY. also another song I can't remember now but it's probably in the same topic/style

OHHH YES I KNOW DADDY ISSUES BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

Anne: Runaway by AURORA for obv reasons and I am not a robot by MARINA cause she had her left arm removed so she has the.. the.. HOW IS IT CALLEDDDDDD THE THING. THAT THING. like the robotic arm?? that one

Indigo: Shatter me by Lindsey Stirling (that song is so good istg the vibessss) Oh No! by MARINA(lots of marina in here hehehe) Right there where you left me by Taylor Swift aaaaand ...what are we by Lizzy McAlpine!

Lee: literally anything from PORTALS by Melanie Martinezzzzzzzz

The-nameless-protagonist: My little dark age by 505 by Arctic Monkeys and My tears ricochet by Taylor Swift

Claire(new oc I drew yesterday hehe): Gods and Monsters by Lana del Rey, Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene by Hozier aand uhh definetly something by Florence + the Machine, i just cant remember what

TADAAAAAA

now ill definetly start doing playlists for ocs cause it helps me sm to associate them with songs, AND NOW I HAVE ACTUALLY TIMEEEEEE AAAHHHH

[annesthaeticc]

505 | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

505 | Sherlock x Fem!Reader

| a song fic; 505 by Arctic Monkeys (listen to the song here)

| angst, implied smut, fluff

| 2323 words

| set on The Empty Hearse. Sherlock finally comes back to the land of the living. Is it truly possible that after two years, he'll be welcomed back?

NOTE: this is my first time to write a character/reader pairing, and my first time here on tumblr. any suggestion/support would be truly welcome! hope you enjoy reading this story! <3

I’m going back to five-oh-five. If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive.

Sherlock’s eyes adjusted through the light that flooded the quiet plane cabin. The bright yellows and whites hurt his eyes, his pale blue eyes that were so recently used to squinting through the dark during his stint abroad. He quietly groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat before opting to open the curtain that covered the window. There he saw the little lights below the airplane. Reds, yellows, and whites, some were blue, some were green. Wisps of clouds pass through. He watched the sight through the window silently while his brain rebooted from his uneasy sleep.

Two years. He was gone for two years. And it suddenly struck him like a lightning bolt. He had fallen and risen, like some modern messiah. He smirked at himself at the thought. He was Sherlock Holmes after all. He was known to be indestructible. But his fall, his demise, his cruel fate hurt the ones he left behind. The ones he vowed to protect no matter what the cost, in this case, two years of playing dead.

Now he cannot help but wonder, will he be welcomed back like a hero? A savior of some sort? No, he grumbled to himself. What he truly wants is to come back to 221B, be himself again, the only one consulting detective, to solve countless cases with John, and to be with you.

In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side. With your hands between your thighs.

For a moment, Sherlock let himself become sentimental. If he was going to be honest, he missed you. So damn much. Every day in those two years, you occupied a small part of his mind, and his heart. You were always there. If he was going to be honest, your image wasn’t a distraction, but rather an inspiration. The image of you sleepily smiling up at him in the morning urged him to open his eyes at dawn and get up, no matter how in need he is of sleep. The image of you quietly sitting next to him reading a book, eyes burrowed in focus pushed him to strategize and make plans more efficiently. The image of you: eyes rolling back, lips swollen and slack and sighing in pleasure teased him, yes, but it greatly helped him to avoid any injury and fatality. He fought his enemies with such passion and strength, just like when the two of you were embraced in that passionate bubble, fighting for release. Soon, Sherlock was thinking of ways to properly surprise you with his return.

Oh when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.

How he greatly missed you. He missed everything about you. Especially your eyes. Your emerald greens staring intensely at his ocean blues whenever you were having a row over the toxic materials stored in the fridge. Your hands that were delicate and warm, the lingering touch of your hands left its mark on his hands, his arms, his neck, in fact, it left a burning trail all over his body. He craved for your touch. That touch that he’s known, memorized. He knew the places where you made your mark; on his shoulders and his arms were indentions of your nails as you scream in ecstasy, and on his neck where you not so delicately wrapped your fingers against his pulse but easing it with gentle kisses as you ride him to the brink of pleasure.

Sherlock hummed quietly to himself as he replayed the memories. He closed his eyes as he pressed play on the VCR that was stored in your room in his mind palace. He drifted away to sleep, knowing he had a few hours until touchdown.

Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark. The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.

After a short meeting with Mycroft, he reacclimatized himself to London. His home. He breathed in its city smell, he felt the busy city thrum through his veins, he saw the sights that said, ‘this is London UK’, he was finally Sherlock Holmes again, back again in his home. Ready to meet his dearest best friend; the good doctor and his blogger John Watson, he stepped in the Landmark Hotel. Scratch ‘ready’, his nerves started to grate soon as he brushed past the diners of the restaurant. Soon enough, he came up with a bad surprise. Soon enough, John tackled him to the ground, beating the life out of him. A few more punches were thrown, and they were kicked out of two locations, Sherlock was sporting a bloody nose and a possible broken jaw. Boy, John can truly throw a punch, Sherlock thought to himself.

“You hurt her so much Sherlock. I just hope she’ll forgive you, cause I, your bloody best friend, find it very hard to do so.” John said to him, his voice breaking. John witnessed you spiral down after Sherlock’s ‘death’ and he helped you get through it. Sherlock gave him a small nod and finally they parted.

Smirking to himself, he walked the streets of London, wiping his nose every once in a while. So much for a perfect start of his return. Molly next, then Gerard, then Mrs. Hudson. Finally, you. Save the best for the last, some said.

I’m going back to five-oh-five. If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive.

The last three meetings were successful, he managed to avoid Mrs. Hudson’s frying pan and a concussion. Now, he was clean, free of any blood, his shirt new and his ruffled, he was finally ready to come back to you. He walked to your place and rode the elevator up to your floor. In his hand was a balled-up piece of paper that contains your flat information, and a small speech. He needn’t to have this, he could’ve memorized it in seconds, but he clutched it in his sweaty palms just to feel secure. He paused at your door; 505, it proudly beamed as the light reflected through the shiny metal. He drew in a breath, a steadying breath before all his functions seemed to panic. Before he knew it, he was pacing on the hallway, muttering to himself. His pacing stopped as he heard the sound of the door jiggling open. He stood there, frozen right at your door when you swung the door open. You were occupied with collecting your keys, but it dropped to the ground with a loud sound as your eyes finally landed to his.

Frozen in time, place, and in the moment, you regarded him with glassy eyes and trembling lips. You must be truly going insane at this point, the hallucinations of him stopped just recently, and now it seems, it feels you’re back at it. It’s a fucking joke, it feels like a stupid punchline, to see him standing right in front of you; dressed in his signature clothes, his expression mirroring yours and his hair ruffled just how you liked it and how he has grown to like it.

Finally gathered his courage, Sherlock cautiously stepped closer to you. You finally released the breath you were trying hard to hold in, and the tears freely flowed out of your eyes. He took another step and a loud crack resounded through the hallway. You slapped him. All the anger and pent-up emotions started to bubble inside you. Sherlock sniffed and looked down, and you notice he was on the verge of crying too. Now he was faced with two choices; to leave (again), or to stay and say whatever he was dying to say. He opted to stay. He sniffed again and hastily wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill. You watched him; your vision blurry because of your tears. He finally looked up at you, and the words fell out of his pretty cupid bow’s lips.

“I’m sorry.”

But I crumble completely when you cry. It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye.

Two words to make up for the last two years of his absence in your life. You were hurt, deeply hurt, and right now, you want nothing but to slam the door to his sorry face. But you were overcome with the overwhelming feeling of love. You love him so much it hurts to see him right now, alive and well, you love him so much to the point you want nothing but to embrace him and remind him that you are one of the constants in his life now; you will be always there to welcome him back.

You suddenly moved and wrapped your arms around him. Hugging him tightly, Sherlock feared the two of you might collapse in shortness of breath. But he reciprocated, he wanted nothing but to stay in your embrace, his head buried against your hair. And now, within the safety and warmth of his body, you retracted your hands, burying your face against them, crying.

He hates it when you cry. He secretly hates it when you get his shirt wet with tears, it just reminds him that he hurt you; hence the habit of burying your face in your hands whenever you cry. But this time, he removed your hands from your face. His crime, clear as day in front of him. He broke your heart and he admits it himself that he is guilty. He held your hands, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he said and planted his forehead against yours, his curls tickling you. He knows this was your favorite romantic gesture. And it was painful to experience. You were still clueless if everything that was happening was even real.

“Please tell me I’m not going insane, please tell me you’re not a hallucination.” you cried.

“I’m not, I’m here. Here, give me your hand.” he said and you complied. He planted your hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating rapidly, he held it there. More tears escaped your eyes as you refused to look at him. But he tipped your chin upwards, your gazes finally met.

You can see him. You can hear him. You can smell him; his Tom Ford cologne and aftershave. You can feel him; hands wrapped around yours, heart beating hard against your hand.

“You’re real. You’re here.” you assured yourself.

“I am. I’m sorry, I really am. I know, those two words are not enough to apologize for my absence for the last two years. But do you remember my promise to you? I promised you I’ll always come back to you. I’ll always find you. Whenever and wherever you are. Because I simply refuse to lose you. This is me coming back to you, if only you’ll have me.” he said, wiping the tears that were flowing from your eyes.

“And I promised you, I’ll wait for you. I always will, Sherlock. You are the love of my life.” you said, cupping his cheek and caressing his face.

“And you are mine. Promise me you’ll let me make it up to you?” he asked and planted a kiss on your head.

“I promise.” you answered him with zero hesitations.

Sherlock leaned down and softly kissed you. Pouring out his love, his undying and passionate love for you that you so greatly missed when he was gone. The two of you broke apart, eyes glassy, hearts beating fast, pulses racing. Apologies and promises were made and sealed with a loving kiss, you turned and opened the door of your flat, flat number five-of-five, and led Sherlock inside, connecting your lips once more before locking the door.

I'm going back to five-oh-five. If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive. In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side. With your hands wrapped around mine and a smile.

You were surfacing from your sleep, humming in content as you felt his soft and gentle but calloused fingers trace your arm and your sides. Soon, his kisses followed. Forming a map on your bare back and shoulders. His lips made contact on your pulse point and you finally roused yourself from slumber. You turn to face him, his features soft against the blue light that was peeking through your bedroom window. The dawn was breaking, and so was his lips, breaking into a smile. You snuggled closer to him, trapping him to your body and he had no desire to refuse. Bare body against his, the desire to have him again was starting to stir, but both of you were tired as the two of you managed to tire each other just mere hours ago.

“What time is it?” you hummed against his chest.

“Five minutes past five in the morning.” he replied, his voice deep.

“Do you really have to leave?” you asked.

“I do. But I can always come back.” he said, carding his fingers through your hair.

“No, I’ll meet you there, back at home.” you quietly said, and planted a soft kiss on his chest. He shifted and propped himself above you, he was gazing at you like you were the only one that mattered.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Like what?” he said, tracing his hand down your arms, holding your hand and planting soft kiss on your knuckle.

“Like I’m the love of your life?” you raised your eyebrow at him and fought a smile.

“Because you are. You are the love of my life.” Sherlock said, planting his forehead against yours.

“And you are mine.” you answered him, the words pouring out of your lips to his.

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( the last lyric was actually "with your hands between your thighs" i changed it to "with your hands wrapped around mine" to make it more fluffy ♡ listen to the song here )

[mango-mya]

HEY GIRL

The arctic monkeys if they consisted of a chief, two pirates and a cyclops

hey.. @catfacedcat @om0000 @mango-mya

[pinketine]

I, an utter fool, thought I was beginning to get over Jotakak

And then I heard the Line without a Hook remix with mxmtoom and I am crying in the club all over again

I hate it here, curse you Araki

[greatwesternway]

How did Pioneer and U-505 start talking? What made U-505 allow himself that friendship?

It's important to understand that U-505's not denying himself friendship in being stand-offish. And this is also not related to the rules he has to observe as a war machine because Pioneer is a civilian engine.

U-505 allowed Pioneer to start teaching him English within a month or two of his arrival in May in 1960. Up until then, U-505 had gleaned a few words on his own, but he'd been set up outside by himself since 1954 and the museum would have someone who could speak German talk to him if needed. He didn't need to speak to the visitors really so it just wasn't something he'd ever sought to learn.

But having Pioneer installed next to him... trains are social machines. They work closely with one another and they talk. And Pioneer was built to be especially talkative as Burlington's flagship engine.

But moreover, the reason U-505 made the effort is because he admired the way Pioneer took to preservation.

It was obviously a much different scenario for U-505, since his preservation is not one celebrating his existence and it also involved the loss of his sea-worthiness. In that regard, Pioneer was in a much better position. Still, he struggled, as most engines do, with the change in duties. It's why early on in his letters to Pilot, before he realizes he's been rescued from scrap and is grateful to be at the IRM, that Pioneer says that preservation can feel like a demotion. It's hard for an engine to have to come to terms with the end of his service life.

The way Pioneer responded to this, though, was to set those feelings aside and put his best effort into being a good and engaging exhibit. As we've said, he's already got a lot of transferable skills to do this, but U-505 had never seen a machine like this. He didn't know much English, but he could still tell that Pioneer was trying very hard to adapt and not to complain or be ungrateful.

Pioneer would sometimes talk at U-505 just to entertain himself or to make a gesture at including him in conversation with his cars, but U-505 made the first actual attempt at talking. He asked Pioneer, in very broken English, how fast he went. And Pioneer told him; 112 miles per hour. Then Pioneer asked U-505 how fast he went. Which U-505 could not tell him because his speed is measured in knots. They got their guides to help the next day.

Things would have been quite friendly in the yard by now if it weren't for 2903.

See, the problem is, 2903 is wartime build. Because light metals were needed to build airplanes, all that railroad works could get was heavy metal. Too heavy for diesel motors to carry. So they made the 2900 class fuck-off big steam engines instead. Unfortunately, because steam is very costly to run and maintain, this meant that 2903's service life was incredibly short compared to most engines, only 11 years. He is resentful of the effect the war had on his service life and U-505 is a very broad target for those feelings.

He also did not take to preservation as well as Pioneer did, being that he is literally Just Some Guy and had no expectation of ever being put in this position. Having watched Pioneer's transition to preservation work comparatively, 2903's refusal or inability to meet the job left U-505 with a poor impression of him. What little English U-505 had at his disposal could be used to toss a glib barb or two 2903's way.

2903 (and 999 when she joins the yard the next year) hassled Pioneer a lot for fraternizing with an enemy unit. It doesn't bother Pioneer because it's not that serious in the grand scheme of things. U-505 does not like being a source of trouble for him though and regrets that Pioneer got put in the yard with him first.

This is the reason why he's reluctant to entertain 727. It's not that he doesn't like her or isn't flattered (if bewildered) by her attentions. It's that he thinks she's better off not getting herself involved with him. It hasn't done Pioneer any favors.

But by the time 727 arrives at the museum, 2903 has been moved to the IRM, 999 has been away for a couple years for refurbishment, and the social dynamic in the museum has changed for it.

It's actually 999 that convinces him to give in. Asks if there isn't something in his prize rules about having to accept when an American wants a smelly old boat for reasons she couldn't possibly fathom. There's not - 727 isn't a war machine - but it says something that 999 is trying to find a justification for the idea.

[ask-evelyn-hemlock]

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[greatwesternway]

Also important to note that, aside from Pioneer and Pilot, engines do not send each other letters.

The only reason Pioneer and Pilot do is because Pioneer's docents thought it was a cute idea. The guys at the IRM would not be so whimsical, but once you have a letter from the Pioneer Zephyr, who are you not to deliver it, read it aloud, and help write back?

(tfissab) how much do the MSI engines know of the outside world? is 999 aware of 2933 or 3001?

Museum exhibits and engines in general are kept pretty sheltered about things which do not concern them - politics namely, but also current events and other things they might find distressing. For the most part, they don't ask about these things either, because they know it doesn't involve them. If they do need the information, for whatever reason, the people around them would explain it the way you might to a child; as vaguely as possible and in a manner that leaves very little room for discussion so as to minimize the anxiety it might cause. It wouldn't do to have your engines becoming cunt dorks about human matters, things which they have no hope of being able to change.

Matters of scrapping and preservation are harder, because those things *do* concern them (sometimes very directly, in Pilot's case). Engines are liable to be more interested in that information, or they might be told freely depending on what it is and if the humans in charge of them think it would be beneficial for them to know. Hell, the only reason Pioneer knew about Pilot in the first place is because his docents heard about the IRM's acquisition and asked if Pioneer might like to write a letter to the Zephyr engine saved from scrap. They suggested the letter because the IRM is so close by and Pioneer loves the romance of the post. It's also a good mental exercise for an engine who sometimes has trouble socializing in his own yard.

999 might know about the Mohawks in the same fashion with her docents informing her about it once they find out, though her interest would only extend so far as to say, "Well, I'm glad some of them made it." 999 and 2933/3001 don't share as many similarities as Pioneer and Pilot do and she's also not nostalgic for her railroad the same way Pilot and Pioneer are so she's not interested in reminiscing with other engines from the NYC. She might send them a Christmas card once a year if her docents suggested it. She gets all her socialization she could want in her current yard! In the same manner, 2903 probably knows about his brothers and sisters of the 2900 class who were preserved, but has no interest or inclination to contact them. For him, just knowing how many of them made it is closure enough.

Pioneer and Pilot - knowing about each other and a few of the other shovelnoses in preservation - will occasionally ask about the dispositions of the Mark Twain Zephyr and Flying Yankee. Though they're also aware that they aren't owed the information and sometimes the people they're asking don't know, so it's not something they're overly concerned about. However, if any of their engines express a healthy interest in a topic they'd like to know more about, they're usually more than happy to provide. After all, museums are places of learning.

[retrojaguartist]

Early concept work of me just tryna get used to drawing her 😔👌

[kurokrisps]

What songs do you associate with your ocs?

May is pretty much my primary OC at the moment and my thoughts are plagued by her daily so ima just do hers.

May Davis (SDJ)

Marceline - Lil God Dan

Boot - Tamar-kali

Sweet November - SZA

DARK BEACH - PASTEL GHOST

Miss Negativity - Night Club

Minerva - Deftones

Do You Think I'm A Whore? - Kittie

Just Like You - Falling in Reverse

Sonne - Rammstein

Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare All) - Type O Negative

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And ima add songs I associate with her ships just bc.

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Jack x May

Gingerbread Man - Melanie Martinez

Always Forever - Cults

Me And My Husband - Mitski

Slipping Away - Angel J. Nelson

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd ft. Lana Del Rey

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Don't You Want Me - The Human League

Using You - Mars Argo

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Ian x May

Norman F*cking Rockwell - Lana Del Rey

You're Not Here - Silent Hill OST/Akira Yamaoka

I don't smoke - Mitski

Highschool Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez

Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez

Sweet Jane - Cowboy Junkies

I Hate U - SZA

Boys Like You - Tanerelle

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Shaun x May

Bad Habits - Steve Lacy

Sure Thing - Miguel

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras

505 - Arctic Monkeys

A New Kind of Love - Frou Frou