I Wanted To Try A New Artstyle, I Wanted To Fiddle With The Design Of Momma And The Freight, I Did Both.

can you tell who im hyperfixated on rn

I flipping had to make an oc based off of @elmushterri ‘s new oc universe!!!

So here is my oc!!

Caitheamh/Caita!!!

She’s an older knight who lost her head during her death!! She doesn’t like leaving the knight realm often since she can’t replace her head in anyway.

How’d she die? Well she got caught in a giant fire trying to help people escape, she was the last person stuck in there, while she tried to exit she tripped and rubble fell onto her, destroying her head, she burned in the fire and died 😓😓🔥🔥

Her head is now fire 😝😝😛😛!!!

She was fun to design lol 🤺🖼️🎨

Extra drawings 💕🖼️🤺

also!!!! I did some drawings of other creators ocs!!!

In order of appearance:

Da’xia : owned by @filecouldnotloadpleasetryagain

Isa : owned by @rika1991tr

Michelle/Mikey : owned by @ambriel-angstwitch

Right Place Right Time - Andrew Lloyd Webber lmao

@wat3rmelonskies @lifeseriesluvr @a-bowl-of-grapes @constehlla @beautifulunknowntrash @w1dowz-w3b @planetst4r

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Thought the idea of OG dinah and greaseball being 2024 greaseball daughter was cute so I drew this :P

Moree cause i love herr

Another from my requests thank you anon!!! Feeling a bit burnt out so trying to ease myself back into writing again, I hope this is okay for you!!!

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“Doll, I think I’m dying.”

Greaseball has been in recovery for maybe a day, and Dinah doesn’t think she’s ever seen someone be quite so dramatic about a few blown valves.

Unsurprisingly, this isn’t even the first time Greaseball has been hurt in such a way; if she doesn’t blow something, break a coupler, or misalign a wheel after a particularly intense race it’s a miracle, and without a doubt she will complain. Today, she’s propped up in her bunk, breath rattling through new, too-clean pipes following her chest having taken the brunt of a head on collision with another engine and having to have most of her ventilation system replaced.

It’s not that Dinah doesn’t enjoy waiting on her hand and wheel, it’s just that, well, Greaseball isn’t the best patient; she knows she can’t really take care of herself, but the last thing she wants to do is show physical weakness, so just spends her time being miserable.

“I’m sure you’re not, sugar,” Dinah repeats for what is maybe the fourth time in the past half an hour, “didn’t the repair truck fix you up good and proper?”

“I don’t think they did a very good job,” Greaseball mutters, crossing her arms over her chest with a hiss before unfolding them again, “this sucks, everything hurts-“

“The mechanics said it would hurt for a bit, remember?” Dinah says with a sigh, unable to help the creeping smile across her face, “just whilst the connecting points ease, yeah?”

“I know,” Greaseball grumbles, frown deeply set on her face, and holds her hand out to take Dinah’s as Dinah perches on the edge of the bunk, “‘just sucks, I can’t even go and train like this, if I fuck up a leg I can at least still do arms, but I can’t even-“

As if to demonstrate, she attempts weakly to raise her arms above her shoulders, and the creaking of fresh joints cracks through the silence of the shed like an earthquake. After a second her arms collapse again into her lap and she lets out a groan of frustration, chest heaving slightly as the new fixings settle.

“See?”

Admittedly, it doesn’t sound good at all; Dinah’s seen and heard her share of Greaseball’s injuries, and this is definitely one of the worse ones judging by the crunch of metal upon metal that screeches as she shifts. Dinah knows it hurts - damage that severe would hurt any member of the rolling stock, not just an engine - but bless, Greaseball has such a way of letting the world know.

“I see,” Dinah confirms gently, and wraps her hands delicately around Greaseball’s, as if squeezing too hard could shatter her, “it’ll pass soon, honey, I promise.”

The resounding whine of impatience from Greaseball is both expected and painful, and Dinah can but smile supportively as Greaseball slips down the bed. Like this, she looks so small, not like the big, tough image of a champion engine she presents usually, and if Dinah wasn’t afraid of hurting her further she would happily scoop Greaseball up into her arms; her old yardmaster used to say that everything was easier with a warm pair of arms around you, but the last thing she wanted to do was make it worse.

Then Greaseball looks up at her through her long lashes, dark circles from exhaustion sickly in the poor lighting, and Dinah’s resolve threatens to break just that little bit more-

“Can- uh, doll, can I-?” Greaseball stutters, eyes darting away as a dandelion flush settles on pallid cheeks, “could you like, I dunno, hold me?”

How is she meant to say no?

Without saying anything, she kicks off her wheels and wiggles out of her skirt, Greaseball weakly throwing back the corner of the duvet for Dinah to clamber in next to her. Almost immediately she crumples against Dinah’s side, eyebrows furrowed and mouth fixed in a deep pout, but as Dinah wraps her arms gently around her shoulders she exhales deeply, features easing just the slightest bit.

“I’ve got you, sugar,” Dinah whispers gently, and presses a kiss into the crown of Greaseball’s head, “you don’t have to be tough if you don’t want to.”

The responding mutter from Greaseball is inaudible, but the way she relaxes into Dinah’s arms tells her all she needs to know.

Describe your favourite game in the most confusing manner ever!!! :)

#question #pleaseanswer #teehee #fandom #game #danganronpa #? #tagsareweird

Okay so here’s some world building lore on couples in Starlight express

Fair warning I cooked this up while sleep deprived last night so it will sound corny as hell.

(Gonna be mentioning RustyxHydra and GreaseballxDinah)

I’d like to think each train has a power cell located deep within them. Of course, it’s their very essence , their life blood, so they have to keep it covered from the world.

But consider then showing that power source to someone like their romantic partner, let me preface this by saying it’s NOT sexual at all, but rather an extremely intimate gesture.

It’s like a subtle promise to your partner that you trust them, while they promise to you that you are safe and loved and that they are being exposed to your rawest and truest form.

This is only ever done around couples so the thought of it being accomplished with friends is absurd.

Enter Rusty and Hydra. In my carrot AU I like to assume Rusty’s core was damaged in the explosion, and of course, the only way for him to consider winning the race is by hooking up to Hydrogen’s fuel cell.

It’s a very tense moment when hydrogen first opens his fuel cell, and Rusty is met with the green glow from inside him, utterly shocked and confused that his friend would go this far just to help him.

He’s seeing Hydra in his most vulnerable moment.

As he learns to collect his thoughts he utters a sentence with a dry mouth: “Hydra- why would you do this. Isn’t this weird for you??”

And Hydra just continues to gaze into his eyes firmly as if to comfort him. Uttering the words, “not when it’s with you.”

On the other side, Dinah’s shown her core to Greaseball, (it’s probably a disco ball /j) and she’s terrified at this point that her girlfriend hasn’t shown off her own. Does greaseball not love her? Has she failed to make her feel comfortable?

Greaseball on the other hand is struggling very hard to open up with her. She’s the reigning champion, she can’t be seen as soft and weird. But…at the same time she’s worried that once she opens up Dinah won’t like what she sees. She dreads the day Dinah leaves her, but she can’t express that.

One day Greaseball finally lets her walls down and shows Dinah her purest form.

It’s all scratched up and oily.

She’s worried what Dinah may say so she quickly goes: “yeah it’s not the prettiest. Sorry,”

Dinah doesn’t care because Greaseball is FINALLY opening up around her, she doesn’t know who hurt her in the past but she’s determined to keep her safe no matter what.

ITS UP!!!!! ⚠️‼️‼️

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