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@usefulcrew
# USEFULCREW : a multimuse blog featuring canon and original characters from Thomas and Friends, Starlight Express, and Choo Choo Charles. This blog is mutuals only and semi-selective. Run by Savvy (he/they) who can also be found at @tripletrcuble
I have become obsessed with the game Choo Choo Charles
I have a lot of muse for Charles right now. I love my silly evil train...
here to shove my TomCents agenda down the world's throat (i am completely normal about them btw)
Ten Cents human design belongs to @usefulcrew
Art by sevenreii
Slowly gonna work on getting this blog up and running again.
IM ALIVE
@sudriics my brilliance knows no bounds.
If he hears the word SMALL one more time, he is going to lose it.
@sudriics : ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ || from percy for minnow!!
200 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS || ACCEPTING
This is silly, incredibly silly even. The tug muttered to himself while he rocked back and forth. Ghosts weren't real, && especially not GHOST ships. He was just being a ridiculous scaredy-tug.
Maybe his eyes are just playing tricks on him! Or maybe it was only one of his fleetmates, or or ...
The possibility that it could be a REAL ghost crept into his mind. A chill settled over his boiler, && he nervously gulped. “ Oh dear ... ” Throughout his years of operation, he has heard countless tales of supposed sightings. His former home on the Great Lakes had PLENTY of them. But surely, those were only stories ... right?
Thankfully, he didn't have to continue down that train of thought. A familiar voice snapped Minnow out of his thoughts. “ ... Hello ? ” He squeaked out a response. Turning his attention to the docks, he spotted a green jacket among the bustling workers.
“ Oh Percy ! Good to see ... you ? ” His gaze shifted from the conductor to the open water, then back to Percy. Hesitating for a moment before continuing. " I'm ... okay. Just had a very long night, had ta uh ... deliver more barges than usual. " The least convincing lie ever.
Currently sitting on top of a train car ── humming and just enjoying the cool night air.
❝ Uh ? I don't think you are supposed to be up there. ❞
This certainly isn't what they expected to see when they puffed into the yard.
❝ You could get hurt. ❞
Lightly dozing in a siding. After a busy afternoon of pulling goods, they deserve a nice nap.
i should’ve won the hunger games,..,.,..,,,.,.,..,,.,.
give me a twelve page essay on this. stat
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Thomas was a tank engine who lived at a Big Station. He had six small wheels, a short stumpy funnel, a short stumpy boiler, and a short stumpy dome.
He was a fussy little engine, always pulling coaches about. He pulled them to the station ready for the big engines to take out on long journeys; and when trains came in, and the people had got out, he would pull the empty coaches away, so that the big engines could go and rest.
He was a cheeky little engine, too. He thought no engine worked as hard as he did. So he used to play tricks on them. He liked best of all to come quietly beside a big engine dozing on a siding and make him jump.
“Peep, peep, peep, pip, peep! Wake up, lazybones!” he would whistle, “why don't you work hard like me?”
Then he would laugh rudely and run away to find some more coaches.
One day Gordon was resting on a siding. He was very tired. The big Express he always pulled had been late, and he had had to run as fast as he could to make up for lost time.
He was just going to sleep when Thomas came up in his cheeky way.
“Wake up, lazybones,” he whistled, “do some hard work for a change – you can't catch me!" and he
Loud wheeesh of steam. ❝ What was that for! ❞
h.... how are.. h .. ow ... are y-- wh... huh?? Hubba whuh?? HUBBA HUH WHUH???
boop ! boop ! boop ! boop ! boop ! boop !
You have his attention, Mr Fruit.
A bundle of English ivy is gently weaved around the handle of Thomas's front compartment . It's not much , but considering engines don't have the same use for eggs as most would she wanted to give him at least something this year .
Sir Topham Hat may not like the idea of something 'silly looking' on his top engine , but it's a holiday ! Why shouldn't be be allowed to wear it just for today ?
While he couldn't celebrate like the humans could, it didn't mean he took no interest in the holiday. Thomas watches as she decorates his front; straining in order to follow her hands.
He chirped, ❝ The children are 'unna love this! ❞ There is something special about being decorated. Excitement bubbles in his boiler, && it takes everything in him to remain still.
❝ Ya should decorate Annie 'n Clarabel too. That way it can be a proper easter special! ❞
