#thomas & friends oc

[angelfoodscake]

ok sure

[paigeparty]

I know I haven't posted much, but I recently got back into my special interest of TTTE and have been working on my conductor OC, Teresa (Tinker) Belle!

She is the great niece of Mr. Conductor, and runs a railway called Shining Rails! A Heritage Railway that takes in old and / or worn down important engines!

Her main engines are Lady and Hiro, and she's just a little goofball tbh,,,

[maxwellscorner]

🚂 Day 11 - Fauna🐹

Mel always dealt well with cows and other animals on the tracks but these? He didn't even know what these weird critters were

[chiaknight]

I'm so self-conscious about posting art anymore because it always ends up part of a chaotic sketch pile that makes no sense... unfortunately these drawings end up being the ones I love the most 😭

[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

[konnosaurus]

traintober 2024! completed 22 of the prompts: i'm pretty pleased with that! i hope everyone has enjoyed following along with these, and i would like to thank @tornadoyoungiron and @joezworld for such fun prompt sets, and everyone over at the tidmouth sheds discord for keeping me sane throughout it all hehe!

it will now be back to regularly scheduled konno posting: i hope everyone will continue to enjoy my silly train doodles :3!! i'll put a list here with the prompt/link for each individual piece, as well as which characters are present (just for fun!):

day 1: dawn/the arrival: ellis (+ luke!)

day 2: first light: legend + maindy!

day 3: trust: pitch + maindy!

day 4: great race: jaybird (+ thomas!)

day 5: exhibition/the drama: phantom + pendennis!

day 6: the comedy: lucie (+ bill&ben!)

day 7: sleepy: peggy + pitch!

day 8: impact: nine + jaybird!

day 9: old iron (new iron): legend + maindy!

day 10: flora: pitch!

day 11: fauna: ellis (+ rusty!)

day 12: teamwork: pitch + sybilla!

day 13: leaves: witherslack!

day 14: the future: legend + maindy!

day 15: star/the sky: repton!

day 16: golden: maindy!

day 17: seagull: jaybird (+ edward!)

day 18: water/the loss: legend + maindy!

day 19: admire: witherslack + pitch!

day 20: the what might have been: hail!

day 21: end of the line/the morning: hail!

day 22: duck: pendennis (+ duck!)

[queenshelby]

Auctioned (P. 1)

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Shelby x Virgin!Reader/OC

Warning: Darkish Themes, Prostitution, Smut, Eventual Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Corruption, Destructive Behavior, Massive Age Gap

Notes: Damn, I had this in my drafts for a while but could not publish it as I was a little afraid about how it would be perceived. Also this is the first time I used an OC, so be gentle with me.

The rain fell relentlessly, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of Y/N's heart as she walked down the dimly lit streets of Small Heath.

It was a neighbourhood perpetually caught in the grip of shadows, where whispers of danger cascaded through the air like an ominous secret.

Clutching her coat tighter around her trembling form, Y/N navigated the labyrinthine alleyways towards her destination. The wind howled, carrying with it a sense of desperation that seemed to echo her own.

After mere minutes of walking down the street, the brothel she had worked at as a waitress for the past two years stood ominously before her, its ornate facade a stark contrast to the gritty reality of its surroundings.

It was a daunting place she had visited many times before. Both of her sisters worked there, and it was Y/N's eldest sister who had orchestrated tonight’s ordeal.

When Y/N was only sixteen years old, her eldest sister told her not to give away her innocence lightly as, according to her, a woman’s virginity was a commodity these days. Men were willing to pay much money for it, and six months after Y/N turned eighteen, she decided to partake in one of the brothel’s first-ever auctions.

“There are many men here tonight and you are the only virgin” Y/N's sister told her, causing Y/N to cringe but remain silent. “In three months’ time Em, we will be debt-free” her sister then reassured her as rumors of illicit dealings and forbidden desires swirled around the brothel’s walls, warning Y/N and the two other girls partaking in tonight’s events to tread with caution.

Y/N's determination propelled her forward though nonetheless, into the grand hall of the establishment and, albeit with trepidation lingering in every step, she pushed through her anxiety. The weight of her decision bore down on her shoulders now, the knowledge that she had offered her innocence for sale causing a knot of guilt to form in the pit of her stomach.

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, the creaking sound reverberated through the room, capturing the attention of its mysterious clientele, including men that were twice and three times Y/N's age.

Seeing them, gave Y/N second thoughts. She disappeared again into the back of the room, telling her sister that she was unsure as to whether she could go through with this and, once again, her sister reminded her of what was to come if she did not.

“Trust me Em, it is better to fuck one guy for a few months than a ton of them for years. You will have money once your time is up. It will be worth it” her sister told Y/N, who reluctantly nodded.

The deal was to give up her virginity and three months of her life to the highest bidder and in the brothel’s owner’s opinion, such offering was going to attract a bid of at least one-thousand pounds.

One thousand pounds was more than Y/N could make in five years, thus she agreed, setting herself up for a good life of her own.

***

Glancing through one of the open doors again, Y/N saw that the auction room was illuminated by dim candlelight, casting elongated shadows across the velvety red curtains that framed the stage.

Many men were still arriving, taking their seats and talking with each other. Y/N could count at least fifteen thus far and were astonished by the fact that all these wealthy men were prepared to pay for her inexperience.

Then, a hushed silence fell over the crowd as another man walked in and it was your sister who peaked through the crack in the door with you now, trying to ascertain what was happened.

“Oh shit” she said as she looked at the man who just walked in. His sharp features were framed by a weave of dark hair, blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room with a predatory intensity. This was Thomas Shelby - a figure whispered about in hushed tones, notorious for his criminal empire, and feared even by those who claimed to know him.

“Who is he?” Y/N asked nonetheless, curious about this handsome but intimidating-looking stranger.

“His name is Thomas Shelby. You would have heard of him?” Y/N's sister said, causing Y/N's chin to drop as, just like everyone else, she had indeed heard of him. He was often referred to as the king of Birmingham, a man whose name had become entwined with notions of danger and darkness. He had blood on his hands and was a career

Criminal who was so powerful that even the police did not stand in his way.

“It is time, come on” the owner of the establishment then said and, with trembling legs, Y/N walked into the room, accompanied by her sister.

All heads turned as Y/N's presence filled the room, but she did not take notice of anyone but him, secretly hoping for this stranger to make a bid.

Y/N's breath hitched as, within seconds, her eyes locked with those of this dangerous man, his icy blue orbs penetrating through her like a shard of glass. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if he could see every secret she held close to her chest, every fear she carried.

Thomas smirked at her, his lips curling with a dangerous mixture of arrogance and charm. He adjusted his tailored suit with the precision of a man who commanded respect, his piercing gaze locked upon the platform where the auctioneer eventually prepared to begin, with you by his side,

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room, shattering the silence like a crack of thunder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we present to you a rare opportunity. Up for sale to the highest bidder is this young woman's innocence and her services for three months, at a location of your choosing” the man announced and, immediately, whispers raced through the air, mingling with the pounding of hearts.

Eyes flickered from Y/N to Thomas and back again, playing a silent game of anticipation and curiosity. Y/N's cheeks burned with a mix of nervousness and defiance. This was her choice, her chance to take control of her own destiny and yet she hoped that, at least, someone she could be attracted to would become her bidder.

As such, Thomas Shelby was clearly the most attractive and intriguing man in the room and, whilst Y/N had heard tales of Thomas Shelby, the man who straddled the line between the law and the underworld, she was not afraid.

Thomas Shelby’s notoriety preceded him like a shadowy myth and, again, his lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk, his features a carefully crafted mask of unreadable intent. The flicker of amusement in his eyes danced with a darkness that weakened Y/N's knees.

Was here to bid, she wondered? Or was he for the show and the sheer absurdity of it all?

"Let us not waste any time," the auctioneer then continued, his voice dripping with a blend of excitement and intrigue.

"Bidding for Miss Y/N begins at five hundred pounds" the actioneer then announced and the crowd stirred, pockets of murmurs rising like a symphony of anticipation. The forbidden allure of Y/N's offer had captivated them all, and now they were hungry for the chase.

Thomas Shelby remained a silent observer, however. His eyes locked onto Y/N's form with an intensity that made her feel exposed. A shiver of uncertainty crawled up her spine, but she refused to falter. She had made her decision, and she would see it through to the end.

Then, the first bid pierced the air, followed swiftly by another and another. The numbers climbed higher, the desperation of the bidders mirrored in their furious gestures and sharp intakes of breath. From her vantage point on the stage, Y/N watched the faces blur together, a sea of greedy desire stretching out before her like a treacherous ocean.

Among the throng of potential purchasers, only one stood out to her still and this was Thomas Shelby. His eyes were unwavering and fixed upon her. Bids soared into the thousands, the clambering voices echoing through the rafters. In this room of twisted desires and hidden intentions, Y/N's worth was being calculated, her innocence commodified.

A sense of nausea swirled within Y/N's gut, the weight of what she was about to lose hitting her like a sucker punch. She knew the money would bring temporary relief, but the cost of her first time being handed over so coldly – it was a sacrifice she could never fully comprehend.

Biting her bottom lip, Y/N steadied herself, her gaze finding solace in the not-so-innocent eyes of Thomas Shelby across the room. She had set this chain of events in motion, and she would have to live with the consequences, whatever they may be. At last, the bidding war reached its peak, the crowd growing restless, each participant desperate to claim the illustrious prize. The air crackled with anticipation, a storm waiting to unleash its fury.

The auctioneer, sensing the crescendo, roared, "Going once, going twice..." The tension in the room reached a fever pitch, every person holding their breath, their gaze transfixed on the stage. And then, in an instant, Thomas Shelby's voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence like a knife.

"Ten thousand pounds" he said and the room gasped, a collective intake of breath that snaked its way through the assembled throng.

Thomas's bid was a declaration, a statement that he alone was the one who would possess her at a price that was much higher than any other bid before.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse reverberating in her temples. She locked eyes with Thomas, her voice trembling as she promised herself that she would not crumble beneath his intimidating presence even though he wanted her to, by simply looking at her.

"Sold to Thomas Shelby for ten thousand pounds!" the auctioneer's proclamation hung in the air, sealing Y/N's fate like a binding contract.

A mixture of relief and trepidation surged through her veins, her steps faltering as she descended from the stage, her composure teetering on the edge. Thomas approached her with a measured stride, his every move calculated and deliberate. He extended a gloved hand towards her, a pale contrast against the darkness that seemed to radiate from him.

"Y/N, is it?" he asked, his voice a low timbre that held a hidden power, causing in Y/N to nod silently.

"It appears you now belong to me" he then asserted and Y/N paused for a moment, feeling herself teetering on the precipice between freedom and captivity.

“It seems so” Y/N responded as she chose to swallow her fear and accepted his hand, their fingers intertwining in a pact that neither of them fully comprehended.

“Very well then” Thomas responded before he pulled her closer and Y/N felt the weight of his reputation settle upon her shoulders. The echoes of his criminal empire whispered around her, the unknown dangers lurking beneath the surface of this enigmatic man.

With every guiding step, Thomas led her out of the brothel and into the night, the rain washing away the remnants of her former life. The world around her seemed to fade into insignificance, her focus solely on the ruthless man who had claimed her as his own.

***

Eventually, they emerged onto the dark streets of Small Heath, the rain obscuring their silhouettes as they walked side by side. Y/N's nerves danced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, her mind frantically searching for answers to the questions that suddenly enveloped her.

"You've heard of me, eh. So you know what I do?" Thomas stated, his voice cutting through the raindrops like a razor and Y/N hesitated to answer for a moment, her words momentarily catching in her throat.

"Yes. I have heard that you are dangerous," she finally admitted, the honesty laced with a touch of fear. A hint of a smile danced across Thomas's lips, his eyes narrowing with a blend of amusement and something darker.

"Dangerous, eh?” he chuckled. “Well, I suppose that is not entirely wrong. Although, one might argue that danger can be seductive” Thomas then asserted and Y/N absorbed his words, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards this enigmatic criminal, as if some inexplicable force drew them together despite the odds stacked against them.

"Why me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breathy plea. The question hung in the air, mingling with the quiet patter of raindrops on the pavement. Thomas stopped abruptly, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. His gaze bore into her, stripping away any pretence that either of them wore.

"Because I saw something in you that intrigued me. Despite, what kind of criminal would not want someone as innocent as you to corrupt, eh?" Thomas joked as the rain continued its relentless assault, washing away the remnants of Y/N's innocence and revealing a strength that had long lain dormant within her.

This journey was not just about the loss of her virginity – it was an awakening, a test of her own resilience. The intoxicating mix of danger, attraction, and the unknown propelled Y/N forward, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild creature. She had embarked on a journey into darkness, and she was determined to emerge on the other side, transformed.

[jessythebunny]

YOOO TODAY IS MY 17TH BIRTHDAY!!! 🥳🥳🥳🎀🎀🎀✨✨✨

@lovable-chica @jammyjams1910 @just-an-emily-existing @baldwin-10-12-d @sketalya @starsodor @cutejk123 @jasminesanriofan @viktuurishipper96 @unpopularvivian @asktoyokoakemi @blueskygirl22 @glitchychara @prometheus2007 @ask-observer-ron @byun-slug @cinnabowlii2 @kenora-pizza @ladychandraofthemoone @miasonyson @ofromtheunderworld @puyonlilah @ruyamiya @x-minxyyy-x @tttemeetsthestarskys @flamingoprincess25 :D!!!

Sorry if I forgot someone :<

[steam-beasts]

So...remember Toby and Henrietta's kids? Well, it's been a while, and...

They grew a tiny bit

They've started talking more, and are learning a lot of new words.

Extra doodle:

[edwards-exploit]

DONALD DAY!!! featuring Dilly, and Donald's driver Siobhan Darrow

[milfcutlawquane]

A JGR Class D51 Prototype, known as Hiro, at Brendam Docks on his first day on Sodor, along his crew.

Hiro was one of the first steam engines on the Island of Sodor, arriving on early 1904. He was the prototype of the engines now know as Class D51 of the Japanese Government Railways. Wise and hard-working, Hiro endeared himself to everyone who got to know him, gaining himself the nickname of "Master of the Railway".

His sudden disappearance is still a point of discussion for railway enthusiasts: some say he was scrapped after an accident had left him broken beyond repair, others that he had returned to Japan once his trial time on Sodor came to an end, and a few that he was simply left abandoned in some old shed to give way to newer, stronger engines. Whatever was the case, Hiro is still well-regarded to this day by those lucky enough to have met him.

Extract from The History of Sodor (1946)

[superarti]

A handful of creature art for a monster engine au.

Henry finally giving crunchy child a bath and Mouse pestering Gordon and him getting his revenge.

[endoard1]

Hi Tumblr people!!

Kinda forgot that I had a Tumblr account again, so here's some drawings I made in May of this year (I improved a lot)!!

I'm still extremely active on Twitter, so if any of you are still kinda interested in my work, feel free to check me out in there!!

The "Melissa" character is one of my many engine OCs btw.

- Doger

[maxwellscorner]

🚂 Day 19 - Admire ✨

Young irons might not admit, but they certainly admire the old, wise and reliable engines

[thefluffyrailway-official]

Christmas gift<3

𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @superarti <𝟑

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇! 𝐒𝐨 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 "𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐎𝐚𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 (𝐎𝐫...𝐄𝐡𝐞𝐦...𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫!!...𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-), 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 :𝟑

[sketch-pencilpoint]

I'm genuinely sorry for not posting anything for a while. Things have been a bit draining recently. I've decided to show of the pup designs I've gotten so far since I did them a while ago. Not giving any parents or paring away fully though ;)

Tagging the parents though. Who belongs to who is the question