#oc: douglas

[baguettemagiqu7]

Douglas is very short

[churchofpossum]

A meme redraw I did bcs it had such Douglas energy.

[mwolf0epsilon]

In which Guy Sand, second eldest son of Charlie Sand, somehow becomes a popular Youtuber by virtue of working with Sodor's very useful (albeit sometimes cheeky) engines. It helps that he knows his stuff and also gets a few VIP guest appearances that certainly spark some curiosity and laughs...

— ☕️ Ko-fi | 🧡Commissions

[luckyclovernb]

Some old funnies I drew on stream. Maybe I'll do another one in the future. :,)

[hansatorium]

Dollars Trilogy + random images I have on my phone

[milkydough]

Simon meets Johnny’s dad!

[rottingchapel]

[mazmerized]

drawpile doodles i did in a server im in!! :3 drew a jones and lars as always

ft phineas n matthias!! N also shoutout 2 the mama im in love w a criminal case server amen 🙏

[yamperzzz]

Still working on their designs but I think I have their personalities down to a T now

[baguettemagiqu7]

Ok so true story I got the dancing with Wyll cutscene one night and I picked the “wait and see what Wyll does” option bc I felt like Douglas would be super oblivious and then the next morning Gale was like “saw u with WYLL last night. Now you must choose between us!!!” Despite Douglas never having had any romantic interaction with him in the past (and in fact he only chose Astarion at every possible juncture) n then he was mad at me for being like “UMMMM neither of you???” It was wild

[oxventure]

Meet Willowfine, Jane's new D&D character, ready to tackle the Wyrdwood!😇

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[sodor-reimagined]

Choo Choo 2: Electric Boogaloo

I said I’d post these next day if I remembered! I in fact did not remember, BUT HERE THEY ARE

✨7-12✨

[hankintime]

DOUGLAS WHY ARE YOU REAL WHAAATT

[churchofpossum]

Another one voted on by supporters. This one is up in full on Twitter and Bluesky though.

[shellswritesstuff]

LETS GOOOO XCX FANS!!!! finally after 10 years we get a DE, now i draw my oc !!!!

[sparkarrestor]

Double-Back

Written By: SparkArrester

   

  Gordon the Big Engine was feeling unwell. He was out of breath and his cylinders ached. The Fat Controller met him after the first few days with news.

“You are in need of a general repair”, he said, “Now, it’s nothing serious, and you’ll be back in about a week or two. James shall take you on his goods train later tomorrow.”

“Oh, superb…”, grunted Gordon as James gave him a smug look, “But who will take my express? Sure not little James or Henry, the holiday traffic’s too much for the likes of them…”

“Well…”, said the Fat Controller, “They’re too busy to help out, so I’ve decided to loan an… express diesel from BR.”

Vulgar noises greeted this, accompanied by loud wheeshes of steam, but they quickly subsided after a few stern looks from the Fat Controller. That didn’t mean the engines kept their grievances bottled up. James was the first to speak after the Fat Controller left.

“Honestly!”, he rapped, “Why does the Fat Controller insist on bringing these wretched, good for nothing diesels onto our railway!”

“I have no idea…” muttered BoCo, who was stood next to James.

James tried to recover, but everything he seemed to say made it worse, and eventually he just left it alone. The Scottish Twins continued.

“He’ll probably bring in a diesel from tha' West Coast Mainline”, said Donald, “Me ‘n Douggie met a whole load o’ new express diesels back in yon fifties.”

“Aye.” continued Douglas, “They were some o’ tha rudest diesels we ever met, kept on babbling aboot how easier and simpler they were tae use compared to uz steam engines, and I have no doubt this one will just the same.”

The engines hoped they were wrong.

They weren’t. The diesel arrived just after Gordon went away for his repairs. Her name was Centurion.  She was bigger than Bear and BoCo, big and boxy with 6 wheels on each bogie. She stared at the engines when she was readied for work in the morning.

“Ugh…”, she snorted, “Look at you all. Hours and you’re still not ready. All I need is a key and, like that, I’m off…”

“Yes.” drawled Duck, “That’s the first time we’ve heard a diesel say that. Are all mainland engines this unoriginal?”

“Why you little-”

It was just then that the twins puffed into the yard after snow ploughing. Centurion snorted at the twins.

“And wa’ do ye mean by tha’?” glowered Douglas.

“Oh, I just haven’t seen your kind in a while, let alone moving about! The last few of you were dealt with as my family arrived… I doubt the men missed them, obtuse old things. They never had to fuss around us diesels…”

Centurion then departed for her train. All the engines in the shouted after her, telling her just what they thought of her little display. 

For all her poor social graces, Centurion worked well, keeping to time and treating the coaches well. She even hauled goods trains with little complaints or remarks. That, however, was saved for when she was off duty. The diesels on the Fat Controller’s railway had accepted the fact that they’d have to wait on the steam engines every so often. The mainlanders were right in that they had to have more fuss over them. If you asked Centurion, however, you would think that it would take hours to complete a steam engine's “weird rituals”. She’d complain at having to wait on engines to “get steam up” and how time consuming it was taking on both coal and water, not to mention the soot and ash disposal wagons she’d gag at while passing by. The biggest source of ire for her, however, was the turntable.

“Imagine!”, she said one morning, “Needing a great big thing just to work in two directions!”

“Oi!”, spluttered James, “We need it! It’s unsafe to travel backwards at speed!”

“Aye!”, added Donald, “We’ll gladly tak tha’ extra time if it guarantees the safety of uz and whatever we’re pulling!”

“Us diesels don’t need such silly things!”, she giggled, “We work well forwards and backwards!”

She switched from her “A” end to her “B” end as she said this, and purred off to the morning express.

A few days afterward, Centurion was once again being readied. It would be one of her last runs on Sodor, with Gordon’s repairs being nearly completed. She started rather quickly, and purred forward. Only Duck had pressure, the others still being steamed, and she honked her horn cheekily. They all shot her glares, but she didn’t care. She certainly did care when she stopped suddenly and looked up. Duck was still on the turntable. 

“Awwww, taking a little spin are we, pannier?”, she mocked, “How cute… now get a move on, I’ll not have my last day here messed up. I thought tank engines didn’t even need these stupid turny-things!”

“Turntable. I still have to get out of the sheds you know!”

The turntable seemed to go even slower as Duck slowly turned to face Centurion, a snarky grin on his face. That seemed to be the last straw. As soon as the turntable lined up with Centurion’s road, she shot forwards. But her road wasn’t in line with any of the exit roads, and the turntable kept on moving. Or tried to, at least. Centurion yelped as her front went with the table while her rear stayed put before the table hissed and stopped abruptly. Duck, Centurion, and the mainline engines were now trapped.

The Fat Controller came to inspect the scene and grimaced. No one was hurt, and Centurion wasn’t even damaged (Though she did feel very uncomfortable!).

“I must say, I’m disappointed…”, began the Fat Controller, “Your visit was going so well. Now, almost all of our mainline engines are trapped, and the express will leave late!”

Centurion stammered an apology and looked towards her buffers.

The Fat Controller then looked around.

“Hmmm… where are the twins?”, he asked.

“Donald should be back with the return goods from the mainland”, answered Duck, “But, beg pardon sir, I doubt he’ll be strong enough to pull the express on his own. Err… if you were thinking that, that is.”

“Yes Duck, I was.” chuckled the Fat Controller, “But he and Douglas should manage just fine…”

At that moment Donald bustled in tender-first, which was expected. He halted outside the sheds and gaped as his smokebox was being cleaned out. Another whistle hailed the arrival of Douglas, also tender first.

“Hullo lads!”, he called, “Turntable up at Arlesbrough’s frozen solid and… I see tha’ there’s issues wi’ this one too…”

The Fat Controller thought hard as the twins were being filled in on the situation. He had hoped at least Douglas was facing the right way. But the express hadn’t even had it’s coaches shunted yet and it was to leave soon. This was the only real option. He explained the plan to the twins. 

“Now I trust you two to take it easy.” He said, “The works have a spare engine in case anything happens, so just get the train there.”

“Aye Sirr!”, Chorused the Twins as they made their way to the station.

The passengers were surprised as the twins got their coaches ready and ran around in front, both backwards. Still, they got in as quickly as they could, and the guard blew his whistle.

“Let’s go, Douggie!”, called Donald.

“Aye!”, replied Douglas, and the two set off, still backwards.

They got up to a decent pace, or as decent as their crews allowed, and made light work of the express. They didn’t have much of a good view in front, and their crews got whipped with wind and frost, but it was tolerable. Even backwards, the twins knew the line well, and speed up and slowed down with each straight or curve. Even the hill wasn’t a challenge for them. They made it to the works station in good time and came off the train ready for one of the diesels to take over. However…

“The points and turntable are frozen solid!”, said the yard manager, “It’ll take too long to thaw them out! Can you two continue?”

“Heh, it’s nae problem!”

The twins quickly took on water and coal before running back to the train. They started with a will and got to the other end of the line in fine style. The mainland diesels looked in disbelief at the twins, who only smiled in return. The Fat Controller, who was on the train, congratulated them, and the two went off for a rest.

After a few hours, all was righted. Centurion was recovered and the mainline engines were let out. Gordon came home the next day as well, and gave his thanks to the twins for “Playing Tank Engine”. Centurion quietly went home to the mainland, with a newfound respect for steam engines and their “weird rituals”. All the same, she thought she’d never come back to Sodor. But that proved to be very wrong, indeed.