#sodorgust

[thatcrypticengine]

#Sodorgust Day 2: Edward!

Here's a small edit of Eddie forcing Gordon to go on the turntable because the big blue idiot won't go by his own

[jobsoldbootlace]

Sodorgust - Freight

"SPAMCAN, YOU FOOL, HOW DO YOU LOSE AN ENTIRE GREAT WESTERNER?!?!"

Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast I don't know what train she's on Won't you tell me where she's gone?

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Original Sprites by @Princess-Muffins & @Cj-The-Creator

Any & All Edits by Myself, @JobsOldBootlace

[duskstargazer]

[1984]

“That is absolutely repulsive!!” Gordon exploded. “Utterly disgraceful!”

Pinned to a wall at the Big Station was a poster for the new television series about their railway.

“What’s wrong with it?” Thomas challenged. He was rather proud - for obvious reasons.

“Why did they name it after YOU?” Gordon barked. “Not even a main line engine, either!”

“You mean because they didn’t name it after you.” The tank engine sniffed. “Y’know,” he added, cheekily, “I thought after all these years you wouldn’t get as jealous over things like this. I suppose it’s like they say - you can’t teach an old dog new tricks!” And he took off with his coaches, laughing as he went.

“You’re older than I am!” Gordon shouted.

“Wait…” Charlie spoke up from across the station. “You’re younger than Thomas??”

“…oh no.”

[brendambois]

Sodorgust day 29: fire

Rusty and Duncan struggled up the old wooden bridge with their long train, more fire was eating its way up the support beams, the smoke slithering up between the decaying wood, and the fire on the trees in the hills and mountains were taking them from above. The two engines slipped and quarter-slipped up the grade as the sound of wooden beams breaking and falling began to increase; it caused even the coaches behind them to silently start crying along with the parents and children. "Please, Lady,I'm begging you" Rusty began, "we've already lost so much and-" he was cut off by a Scottish accent, "We can't lose what little we have left. All the families, all the trees and animals and trucks and workmen and vehicles who couldn't escape the flames, so please, please, allow me to save those I can from the fate of those less fortunate", and Duncan blew his whistle, Rusty his horn, and they sent their prayer into the heavens. Nothing happened, and for a second all lost hope, until Duncan's steam pressure shot upward, and with a mighty blast of his whistle, he surged forward blasting steam in all directions, and as he did the smoke divided like a giant snowplow was run through it, and the engines marched their train across the bridge before the smoke closed behind them and the bridge was engulfed in tall, white-hot flames, and the duo, guided by Lady and the spirits of the narrow gauge down to Crovan's Gate.

[jobsoldbootlace]

Sodorgust - Afternoon

Daisy, the Diesel Railcar, was enjoying life on the Island of Sodor. She had found life on Thomas' Branch Line peaceful, and often spent the afternoon dozing in the sun before her next train down the valley.

She would soon realize, however, that Thomas' Branch Line was anything but peaceful.

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Original Sprites by @Princess-Muffins & @Cj-The-Creator

Any & All Edits by Myself, @JobsOldBootlace

[jobsoldbootlace]

SodorGust - Rescue

Hguorht eht Krad fo S'erutuf Tsap Eht Naicigam sgnol ot ees. Eno stnahc tuo neewteb Owt Sdlrow ERIF, KLAW HTIW EM!

Ll'i hctac uoy htiw ym htaed walc Uoy yam kniht Ev'i enog enasni tub I esimorp I LLIW LLIK NAIGA!

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This is so Not Canon, but the vibes are immaculate.

Original Sprites by @Princess-Muffins & @Cj-The-Creator

Any & All Edits by Myself, @JobsOldBootlace

[jobsoldbootlace]

Sodorgust - Sibling

"I never thought there'd be two of them," murmured Skarloey.

"Yes," agreed Duke, "though I suppose it is nice to have some young blood again.

…

"Must you young engines always take your time with these things?" Sir Handel groaned.

"I'm making sure it fits properly!" snapped Hilda.

"IT'S A LAMP."

[duskstargazer]

[2019]

Sonny groaned as the rays of the morning sun assaulted his eyes. He'd hardly gotten any sleep the night before - his schedule before always necessitating that he work at night and hide during the daylight hours - and the anxiety from this new railway and new paintwork weren't helping.

Now that wasn't to call him unappreciative of Thomas, or Sir Topham Hatt. The issue was to do with having to adjust. And hoping the others would be somewhat welcoming. So far, they hadn't.

“You alright?”

There was one engine, however, that was willing to give Sonny a fresh start.

“Nhhh…?”

“You look like you didn't sleep well. Do you want to hang back in the sheds for a little while, while I prepare the first trains?” Norman offered.

“I… I'll be alright…” Sonny tried to sound positive, but his voice came out as a groggy murmur. “Just… need ta wake up a bit.”

“…If you're sure.” Norman replied, hesitantly, as Sonny yawned again.