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Kisekae Humanizations - Diesel 10 + Splodge by twinkletoes-97
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Devious Diesel
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Splatter and Dodge
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'Arry and Bert
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Original Characters
my take on rohv Jordan's bio by tornadofromhell
my take on rohv Mr. Edwards bio by tornadofromhell
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Den and Dart
Dudley and the Dieselworks Engines by OkamiTakahashi
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Come on, Skarlette, don't cry. by PixyV-ALT
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Diesel 10 and Other Antagonists
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Class 40 CGI Trainz version transparent by davidtjbrennan
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'Blistering Boilers'Blister 1 and Blister 2 are two of the hardest working little engines on the Island of Sodor. When not helping Frank and the gandy dancers with the maintenance trains, they tackle the goods traffic with the others. One day, Mike was being overhauled. The men at the Steamworks had made the Haughty Red Mikado a new boiler, but had to ship it to there by way of the North Western. So the Small Controller called Blister 1 and Blister 2 to the yards. “Blister 1 and Blister 2,” said the Small Controller, “I have a special for you.” “A special sir?” asked Blister 1, “how nice!” “What is it sir?” asked Blister 2. “I’m sending you to Peel Godred to pick up a new boiler for Mike,” he said, “the interchange yard here with the Little Western’s too full for it, so it’ll be shipped to Peel Godred.” “We’ll look after it,” promised Blister 1. “We’ll get it and be at Bridge Street Station faster than fast,” said Blister 2. “Be careful,” said the Small Controller, “it’s very heavy. Don’t overdo it.” “We’ll be alright,” said the Blister Twins together. And they hurried away. Blister 1 and Blister 2 hurried to Peel Godred, where they found the men finishing tying the straps down to secure Mike’s new boiler to the flat-truck. “Careful you lot,” said Jeffrey, who’d dropped off the boiler, “that boiler’s a fresh new unit procured right from the foundry. Your friend Mike will be pleased to have it.” “I don’t think he’ll be happy,” joked Blister 1 as he turned on the turntable, “he’ll probably be whining about how ‘it wasn’t fair we didn’t get there fast enough!’” Jeffrey was worried. Although the Blister Twins were nice, helpful engines who always had their friends’ backs and did their best to please the Small Controller, they both were known to have overeagerness to please that sometimes led them to get things mixed up. And I’m sorry to say that this would be one of those times. Blister 1 and Blister 2 set off, “light engine,” for Peel Godred Station. Before long, they were rattling along the line, hooting “hullo” to Sigrid and Olivia, who were double-heading a long, heavy ballast train to the Arlesburgh interchange. They headed gayly along until at last, they arrived at Peel Godred. As they did, they saw Mike’s new boiler being chained to a flatcar. “Be careful with Mike’s new boiler,” warned Jeffrey again, “it’s very heavy.” “We’ll be careful,” promised Blister 1. Before Jeffrey could say anything else, the Guard blew his whistle, and with a hoot of their horns, the Blister Twins headed off as fast as they dared. As they hurried along, they were feeling excited. Their engines were purring like cats, they had clear signals, and were running early. “Are you doing alright B1?” asked Blister 2. “Never better B2,” said Blister 1. At last, they reached the junction to the Cas-Ny-Hawin ballast mine. However, they and their Drivers missed the signals, and were sent down there instead. “Shouldn’t we have reached Arlesdale by now?” asked Blister 1. “Maybe we should go faster,” said Blister 2. Before long, they arrived at the mine. They were very surprised. As was Olivia, who was shunting ballast hoppers into the shaft before taking a fully loaded train. “What are you doing here Blister 2 and Blister 1?” asked Olivia, “Mike’s new boiler isn’t supposed to be delivered here. It belongs in the shops at Arlesburgh Bridge Street Station.” Blister 1 and Blister 2 felt very silly. “Sorry,” they said, “we must’ve got overexcited or summat.” “Be more careful next time,” scolded Olivia. Blister 2 and Blister 1, abashed, scuttled away as fast as they could, back to the junction again. As they backed into the loop, Rex hurried by with some empties. “Hurry up,” he whistled impatiently, “the workmen are waiting for Mike’s new boiler!” “Sorry,” said Blister 1. “We’re just trying to get the job done as fast as we can,” said Blister 2. “That’s what terrifies me,” said Rex to nobody in particular. After the right of way was given, Blister 2 and Blister 1 purred away. The Blister Twins were more determined than ever to get the job done. As they rattled along the line, they had no idea they’d be in for a world of pain soon. At Arlesdale Green Station, Sigrid of Arlesdale was taking a dining train to Peel Godred. The Guard blew his whistle and as soon as he got aboard, Sigrid purred smoothly away. As soon as they got beyond Arlesdale, that’s where the trouble had ensued. Sigrid headed along, when to her surprise and horror, she saw the Blister Twins hurtling towards them with Mike’s new boiler. “Driver, brakes now!!!” screamed the Diesel. “Stop, stop!” cried the Blister Twins together. The brakes slammed on and the trains skidded along, frantically trying to prevent a crash. Sigrid opened her eyes to find Blister 2’s buffers locked against her own. Somehow, they’d managed to stop. “What the bloody hell are you twerps doing???” she demanded, “you could’ve caused a serious accident.” “We’re sorry,” replied Blister 2 apologetically, “we’re trying to deliver Mike’s new boiler!” Unfortunately, one of the passengers just happened to be the Small Controller. He stepped out of the coach and angrily walked up to the Blister Twins, who were petrified with fear. “I’ll talk to you later,” he snarled. After moving aside and letting Sigrid go, Blister 2 and Blister 1 arrived at the workshop. They dumped Mike’s boiler there and scuttled away to the Sheds. That night, they were told off by the Small Controller. “You’ll shunt trucks at the ballast mine until I can trust you again,” he said. For the next week, Blister 1 and Blister 2 shunted trucks. Although they learned not to be over eager to please and never did dangerous things like what they did with Mike’s boiler and were forgiven by everybody eventually, I think they deserved their punishment, don’t you?...
Boco with Annie and Clarabel  by no216redengine
Stafford and Other Electric Engines
Etienne the SNCF's BB 9003 Electric Engine by JamesFan1991
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Non-Diesel Characters
'Scott Goes To Ulfstead'After his phenomenally successful 100th birthday, Scott the A3 Pacific was puffing up the steep track to the Earl of Sodor’s private railway with his support coach. He was most puzzled. Two engines that he’d been told “knew him from afar” were apparently there. “Driver, who are these two chaps His Grace told us about?” asked Scott, “a lot of engines know me from afar. Like 4501 and 3801.” “I’m sure we’ll find out Scotty,” replied his Driver. As Scott made his way through the front gates, two steam locomotives he was surprised to see but also thought he’d never see again were talking to Theo and Lexi about how they’d been deemed useless by the steel company and hid from being scrapped with Merlin. The world’s most famous steam locomotive had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t seeing things that weren’t really there. It was– “4501 and 750????” cried Scott in disbelief, “what are you doing here??? I’m pleased to see you but–” “We thought we’d come pay y’all a visit, Scotty-boy,” said 4501, “it’s been far too long, ain’t it 750?” “Hell yeah,” replied 750, “the Diesels over there were certainly nice to ya. Those British foundry workers had a LOTTA NERVE treatin’ Theo ’n’ Lexi here like outdated rust buckets.” “We told them how you helped us escape back to Sodor,” said Lexi. “Is it true?” asked 4501. “Yes of course,” replied Scott, flashing back, “I pulled my coaches across the junction while preparing for an enthusiast run early in the morning to block their ‘path’. They were seething and I got them good.” “He roasted them,” said Lexi. “Lexi here told us that she’s the second of her class,” said 750, “built in 1901. The first was known as Francine, but everybody called her ‘The Freak.’” “If anybody was ‘the freak’ it was the Lexi in Mattel Creations’s ‘Journey Beyond Sodor,’” said Caitlin, puffing out of the castle grounds with a run to Preston. “She was a psychopathic lunatic in that rubbish pail,” remarked Scott crossly, “anyway, what brought you here?” “The Earl o’ Sodor arranged for us to come visit,” said 4501 grandly, “I must say 54 years goes by fast.” “I heard from the NRM’s museum director that you’d been painted back into your original goods black livery. I wore that color for a short time after me 2016 overhaul was at completion.” “That was wartime black wasn’t it?” asked 750, “you told me when we met at Anniston back on November 2nd, 1969.” The engines all laughed and soon it was evening. Scott had rested there due to his long journey from York. That night, Caitlin and Connor were both away at Glasgow and Leeds respectively, so 4501 and 750 stayed in Theo and Lexi’s Yard with Stephen and Glynn. 4501 and 750 connected with the pioneer of Britain’s railway network. “I must say it’s an honor to meet ya,” said 4501, “Scotty here told us about how he saw you all the time when he was booked to haul fan trips to Darlington.” “I never thought wooden boilers were a thing back in the old days,” remarked 750, “I mean I heard ’bout ’em, just never thought it were a thing.” “Engines changed quite a lot after I retired in the 1830s,” said Stephen modestly, “you newer engines are so fast and so strong! That’s why I don’t have a service career any more.” “Do the engines tease y’all about yer age?” asked 750, “lotsa them new Diesels from the Electro Motive Division of General Motors taunted us because of our age when they entered traffic in the 40s.” “A lot of the Class 55s teased my Doncaster brothers and cousins when they first came on line in the early 1960s,” replied Scott, “‘outdated rubbish’, they called us. But I tell you: They got their comeuppance when the first of the production ‘Deltics,’ D9000, broke down hauling the Elizabethan in August 1962. I stepped in at New England Yard near Peterborough, as I had been there after taking an express passenger train from York. I had to take him with me as far as Newcastle due to lack of time to uncouple, where Spencer’s brother Sir Ronald Matthews took it on to Edinburgh Waverley. I actually made it to the ‘Tyne’ 35 minutes early.” “I take it that shut him up good and tight?” asked Theo. “Very much so,” said Flying Scotsman. “Diesel sometimes makes jibes and teases me about my age,” said Glynn, “but I don’t mind. I’m too old to be offended by that sort of remark.” “You shoulda seen him when Diesel first met him down at Brendam Docks in 2013,” said Lexi, “he was very nasty to him!” “He doesn’t do that anymore nowadays as much,” said Stephen carefully, “but oh, if you get him angry, he’s bound to erupt like Krakatoa.” “Stephen,” said Glynn, “Krakatoa’s been gone for 140 years. And Anak Krakatau blew up in 2018, 135 years after the first one exploded off the face of the planet.” “I heard the effects were worldwide,” said Scott, “Great Northern Railway No. 1 told me in October 2004 when I was taken to the NRM Shildon outpost shortly before I was mended that he saw red skies for a time in the 1880s.” “Did you ever see the effects of the 1883 eruption’s impact?” asked Lexi, “you would’ve been in service for at least around a decade at that point with your brothers Glynn.” Glynn thought back 140 years, remembering the glory days he’d spent on Thomas’s Branch Line with Gerald, Morty, Smokey, and Doc. He could vividly remember standing at Elsbridge Station on passenger turns, watching the big red sky with his Driver at the time. “I remember it well,” replied Glynn finally, “the passengers joked how my paintwork was reflecting in the sky.” “I do remember seeing a reddish hue in the skies over Darlington from time to time,” said Stephen, “in 1882 it wasn’t there, then in 1883 it was there.” “I’ll have to ask Skarloey, Duke, Rheneas, and Sir Handel if they ever saw anything like that,” said Scott. And with that, the engines went to sleep. The next night, Scott took a special train to Crovan’s Gate and so was given the opportunity to ask Skarloey and his friends. Scott asked if he could head back to Ulfstead Castle in the morning and spend the night next to the Skarloey Railway’s Shed. The Stationmaster and “Control” granted his request. Scott darted quickly into the siding closest to where Skarloey was puffing into the open-sided Shed, having just put Agnes, Ruth, Lucy, Jemima, and Beatrice into their Shed for the night. “Skarloey, Rheneas, Duke, Atlas, and Sir Handel, can I ask you all something?” “Anything for the most famous engine in Britain,” replied Duke. “Did you all ever see the sky turn red in 1883 at any point in time?” asked Scott. The engines frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” asked Rheneas. Scott told them all about the enormous volcanic explosion in Indonesia. Atlas suddenly remembered. “Now that you mention it…yes,” said Atlas finally, “I and Duke were being stabled at Arlesdale the morning after Krakatoa’s violent eruption.” “James would’ve been going on about how he made the sky turn red because he’s a Splendid Red Engine if he were around back then,” teased Sir Handel. “Oh I remember that big, red sky all too well,” replied Skarloey the Little Old Engine, “I even heard you could hear the noise from as far away as Madagascar, it was so loud. I think there’s a recording of the actual eruption on the internet somewhere. Just the sound, mind you.” “My Driver read me the newspaper after it hit,” said Duke sadly, “I think I remember one article containing the eruption’s kill count. Nearly 40,000 from some accounts, most of which were killed by the tidal wave that ensued. Not gonna lie,” he ended on a happier note, “we all got enjoyment out of those pretty red hues on the clouds, particularly at sundown.” “The sky was redder than James’s boiler for the rest of the decade, I seem to remember,” said Rheneas, “Agnes, Ruth, Lucy, Jemima, and Beatrice continually joked about how we were so handsome with our cabs we made Mother Nature herself blush.” The engines all tried very hard not to laugh at that. The next morning, it was time for Scott to go back to Ulfstead Castle. He’d be joining Connor, as the replica J3A Hudson had gone to the mainland as far as Settle on an enthusiast run. Quite soon, Connor rumbled into the station. Scott still had plenty of coal and water for a run to His Grace’s private railway system, so Connor would only be serviced. Connor carried enough coal when his tender was fully loaded to go from Sodor to London and back without refueling. The J3A Hudson had a special tender fitted to him when he was made at Crovan’s Gate that was smaller than his production brothers’ original six-wheeled bogie tenders and the ones of the “PT” variety. Connor’s tender held 35 tons of coal and 15,000 gallons of water, enough to make a non-stop run from the Earl’s estate to Paris without refueling. Connor was still the same height and weight as his production brothers without the tender coupled up too, and he had the Hudsons’ 79-inch Scullin disk driving wheels to boot. Connor had been delayed an hour, so he’d drank all but 2,000 gallons of the water in his tender tank, for he’d been run hard. Because Connor wasn’t fitted with a front bufferbeam like most British locomotives alongside Caitlin, Scott had to attach behind him. Scott coupled up to Connor’s coaches and quite soon the J3A Hudson trundled up alongside. “Hullo Scotsman,” he said, “it’s an honor to fly along the Sodor Railway main line with you today.” “And it’s an honor in return,” smiled Scott, “this run’s bound to attract attention. I mean, your production brothers hauled the likes of the Empire State Express and the 20th Century Limited?” “I take it you spoke to some of the veteran NYC Diesels at the time?” “Oh yes,” replied Scott, flashing back, “when I arrived at Buffalo, New York to begin my 1971 tour to San Francisco for British Week, a Penn Central Railroad ‘E7’ Diesel streamliner told me about how he competed with a few of his siblings in the old New York Central Railway’s ‘Steam Vs. Diesel’ trials in 1947. They produced some interesting findings to say the least.” “What did they say?” “That those 4-8-4 ‘Niagaras’ ran virtually identical mileages of around 25,000 to 30,000 miles a month on a six-day-a-week service schedule with no significant servicing downtime. Paul Kiefer clearly put his heart and soul into that design. It’s a pity none of them or your original production siblings were preserved. Sadly, that E7 isn’t the one that’s preserved today. The one I talked to was scrapped in 1974 after his engine flamed out and the railway couldn’t afford to fix him.” “I can understand why,” said Connor as he whistled and steamed forward to change tracks and couple on, “the old Penn Central Railroad was mismanaged and was a literal tangled mess of communication. An entire train of potatoes rotted in the yard because there were no engines to pull it!” “Either the people of the PC’s railway board were delusional or just plain stupid,” said Scott disapprovingly. “My money’s on the former option,” replied Connor, buffering gently up in front of Scott, “they knew what to do, they simply chose not to do it.” Connor’s Fireman climbed down and attached the tender to Scott’s front bufferbeam while the Fireman inside the A3 Pacific’s cab started building the fire for departure. Soon the Guard blew his whistle and waved his green flag and stepped into his part of the back coach. Scott blew his whistle loudly, as did Connor. “Away we go Scotty,” cried Connor, blowing steam from his cylinder drains and pulling forward. Scott and Connor steamed quickly out of the station. Before long the two passenger engines were working hard. Clouds of smoke and steam streamed from their funnels as they tore along the Main Line. All was going fine. Everybody waved and took their picture, engines whistled or hooted cheerily, and the two locomotives had boilers full of steam and were performing flawlessly. It wasn’t very long before the two engines reached 112.5 miles an hour just like Flying Scotsman’s old friend and cousin Silver Link had 88 years earlier. However, this was about to change. Near Sodor Airport Station, one person from Kellaby who hadn’t a lineside photo permit had wandered away from the airport whilst waiting to catch his train to Kirk Machan. Everybody from Balladrine and Kellaby as well as Cabalnoo were out in force to witness this once-in-a-lifetime double header event. At a level crossing three miles out from the airfield, a crowd of onlookers were waiting to watch the spectacle. Presently, two whistles could be heard in the distance. “How’s it going Scott?” called Connor. “Perfectly well,” crowed Scott happily. At the crossing, the excitement had reached fever pitch. However, almost all of them got out of the way when Scott and Connor, doing 98 miles an hour, got within 200 yards of the crossing. All but the decidedly hellbent one. Connor’s Driver knew they had to keep to the timetable. He hung on the J3A Hudson’s whistle, trying to encourage the photographer to get off the running line. To Connor’s horror, the enthusiast didn’t move. “STOP!!!!” he cried. “What’s wrong?” exclaimed Scott “Never mind that just stop!!!” exclaimed Connor, “setting” his brakes. Scott’s Driver applied the brakes fiercely as the two engines banged the coaches. Scott and Connor screeched along, struggling to stop the heavy train. They had bumped the coaches so hard every passenger was thrown from their seats! The enthusiast was just about to press the button when Connor bumped him with his front cowling and stopped, the trespasser being thrown a few feet in the air and landing on the ballast a few yards away. The fearless onlooker groaned and painfully stood up. His cell phone was broken. “You feeble-minded Yank,” scoffed the trespasser, “you broke my cell phone!” “You broke the law by trespassing,” retorted Connor, “it’s against the law for people to walk on or near a busy running line without permission!” “I do,” replied the trespasser, the crews climbing down and walking forward to confront this mindless law-breaker. “Who?” asked Scott’s Driver. “Sir Topham Hatt,” thundered the English railway enthusiast, “that’s who!” “Are you outta your bloody mind?” thundered Scott, “this the exact thing that happened on my inaugural enthusiast train after my 2016 overhaul came to an end!” “Driver, get the police,” said Connor. There was no need for that, however. Several police cruisers were already nearby, for two people had reported the incident before Connor and Scott got to the crossing while doing their emergency brake application. The “enthusiast” tried frantically to run away, but was stopped when Scott’s Fireman gave him a hit in the head with his shovel. The “enthusiast,” disoriented but determined not to be beaten, staggered quickly off the running line, but toppled over the ballast. The officers surrounded the delusional rail fan and quickly took him into custody. “Thanks for your help Jack,” Constable Hastings called to Fireman Jack Johnson. “Anything for one of Sir Topham’s mates,” replied Jack, climbing aboard his “steed.” The Drivers took their brakes off, and with a deafening blast from their cylinders and the cheering of the crowd, Connor and Scott were off, and away from the crossing. Scott and Connor finished their run without any further incidents, and a few minutes early despite everything. However, Connor was very shaken up by this unfortunate near miss with a trespassing “enthusiast.” Too shaken up to really do much of anything. “I’m sorry about your unfortunate delay,” said His Grace, “tell you what: I’ll take you out of service for several days and let Scott stretch his wheels on your trains.” “Can I have five days?” asked the J3A Hudson. “Of course you can,” replied His Grace with a smile. “Then my trains are in good buffers,” said Connor happily. “I won’t let you down,” replied Scott. That night, Glynn, Stephen, Lexi, Theo, Caitlin, Scott, 4501, and 750 all comforted the replica “Hudson” by his side. “I’m so sorry,” said 4501. “I had several fiascos like that on mah run with 611 in 1983,” said 750, “six times we had to stop due to lineside photographers gettin’ too close to the railroad tracks and my engineer and diamond pusher had ta get down and sweep them aside. We got to our final destination on time, mind y’all, but still. They stick to us older fellas like super glue. My last run was in 1989 when I was pulled from service due to mah firebox suffering heavy damage from gradually burnin’ away. My successor was 290 the P74 Pacific of the old Atlanta & West Point Railroad.” “Henry told all of us that he met him on the way to Fort Wayne when he and some others toured the United States last year,” said Caitlin. “Just one thing,” said Connor, asking the question on his and Flying Scotsman’s minds, “why are you in steam?” “I’m no longer owned by my old home in Georgia,” explained 750, “in December 2019 I was bought by the Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum together with ‘Consolidation’ 722 of the Great Smoky Mountain Railroad. I was to be stored until they had time to restore me. When the health crisis was announced in March 2020, the Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum was closed to the public for the rest of the year. Rather than wollowin’ away in the misery of not being able to show their exhibits to the general public, they took it as an opportunity to restore me. 95% of the funds to work on me was paid for online, the other 5% came from visitors after we reopened 2 years ago to the public. I was fired up for the first time since 1989 on January 11th, 2022. After successful trials, I settled down into hauling trains on 4501’s heritage railroad and the Main Lines when the Norfolk Southern allows it.” “You were retired from the Steam Program the same year I ran non-stop for 422 miles during my Australian tour,” said Scott, “Pendennis Castle became the 2nd railway engine to go around the world when he was bought by the Didcot Railway Center 24 years ago.” The engines talked all night long. Early the next morning, 7:17 AM to be exact, Caitlin took off with her morning round trip from Ulfstead Castle Station to Carlisle. Ulfstead Castle is open from 9:00 in the morning to 8:30 in the evening on weekdays, and is open from 10:00 in the morning until 9:00 on Sundays, with the grounds being closed on Saturdays to carry out general maintenance on the locomotives and rolling stock, signaling, trackage, and clean all the buildings and exhibits to ready them for the coming public. Aside from heavy overhauls and maintenance, Connor and Caitlin had been on a 6-day-a-week work schedule since day 1 and were rated for 100 miles an hour on the mainland to better cope with the high-speed Diesels and electricity-powered trains. The replica J3A Hudson and replica P7A Pacific were also two of the most reliable and powerful steam locomotives in the British Isles, Caitlin being capable of 49,882 pounds of tractive effort and Connor 41,860 pounds, despite both having smaller, custom-built tenders to better cope with the tight clearances of the British Loading Gauge. When first laid down at the Steamworks in January 2013, His Grace had chosen the J3A type specifically because it was the most advanced of the 275 Hudsons the New York Central Railroad made from 1927 to 1937. Connor and Caitlin both could carry 35 tons of coal and 15,000 gallons of water, done to standardize fuel supply for the biggest engines. When they first started taking visitors between to and from His Grace’s castle, the operating crews found that Connor’s boiler more than Caitlin’s was extremely free-steaming, meaning that with little to no effort, it could make steam faster than was being used. This combined with average train loads weighing about 500 or 600 tons, significantly less than their production siblings hauled until the 1950s, produced two fast, economical, easy to operate, and maintain steam locomotives capable of making up to 7 out-and-back trips every day, as Connor and Caitlin’s overall area of operation was to the entirety of the England Midlands and lower and central Scotland, the farthest either of the two Ulfstead Express engines reached was Derby when Caitlin had to stand in for a broken down high-speed electric train at Carlisle. Scott would be taking 8 of Connor’s coaches out to Preston, where he’d turn around and come back. “This is gonna be tense,” sighed Scott. “Do you think you can do it?” asked the Fireman, “I can tell Sir Norramby to have Geoff or one of the Main Line Diesels do this.” “I’ll be fine,” replied the A3 Pacific. “Take care!” called Millie. “You’ll do fine,” shouted 4501. “Here we go,” said Scott’s Fireman, leaning out of the cab to check for the Guard’s signal. After the final coupling was attached, the Guard blew his whistle and waved his flag. Scott’s Fireman waved and the Driver pulled the regulator. “Here I go,” puffed Scott, starting off. The A3 Pacific puffed carefully over the points and made his way out of the castle limits. He used the weight of the coaches to push him along. Scott was having a wonderful run so far. He sped along without effort, the rails hummed cheerfully under his wheels, and the Driver and Fireman had nothing to worry about. Despite the fact that Scott had an “empty stock” working behind his tender, he’d been fitted with the “express passenger” headcode, which was one on the outside bufferbeam lamp brackets. This was because the train wasn’t stopping anywhere on the Fat Controller’s Railway to pick up or set down passengers, the train was designated as an express due to the fact it was by definition a passenger train and they more often than not prioritize themselves above the normal goods trains, fast or not. Scott had to stop at Kellsthorpe Road Station to take on more water. He smoothly halted at the platform. His Fireman uncoupled the coaches and he puffed over to the water tower to fill up. The Driver put the hose into the tank while the Fireman turned the tap. But no water came. “We’ve got to fill up with water,” said the Driver, “your tank’s almost empty.” “You don’t have enough water to make it to Kirk Ronan,” said the Fireman, “we’ll have to drop your fire and get another engine to tow the train the rest of the way to Vicarstown.” Just then, a familiar whistle sounded. Eric the V3 Prairie Tank Engine puffed in with a line of fish trucks. Scott’s crew ran down the yard and explained the problem. “You can take some of mine,” replied Eric, “my next train is a load of coal to the harbor but my crew can take me up to Crovan’s Gate to fill up. It’s not scheduled to get here for an hour.” “Thanks Eric,” sighed Scott. Soon Eric’s right-hand side tank had been completely drained of its water and it was now in Scott’s tender. The Yardmaster arranged for Scott to have Eric help him to Crovan’s Gate via pushing behind. The two engines made light work of the coaches. After Scott filled up with water, Stepney went out with a team of workmen to begin mending the water tank at Kellsthorpe Road Station while Eric settled down to have a drink at the water column once he’d pushed Scott’s carriages into motion. As Scott charged across the mainland, his delay at the Kellsthorpe Road Station Shed Yard’s water tower had delayed him almost an hour. This accompanied by the fact he’d wasted time having his water tank pumped with water from Eric’s side tank, meant he’d added a further 30 minutes to the hour he’d had. He managed to make up most of the lost time as he did the return journey, arriving at Ulfstead Castle Station 15 minutes late. Lexi was waiting for him when Scott steamed wearily in. “There you are,” sighed Lexi, “where’ve you been?” “The Earl of Sodor was about to send out a few of us to look for ya,” whistled 750, puffing by with some open-topped 4-wheeled coaches for the Dinosaur Park. “I’m sorry,” replied Scott, “I was held up due to water problems.” Scott the A3 Pacific gave Lexi a recap of what occurred at Kellsthorpe Road Station. Before long, Scott had turned around and was off again, whistling “hello” to Caitlin as the P7A Pacific entered the Ulfstead Castle grounds with a run from Lancaster. Scott worked frantically to make up the lost time. At last, Scott reversed onto the platform at Carnforth. Spencer was due out first with the Duke and Duchess’s private train. “Was Caitlin alright?” asked Scott. Spencer looked most confused. “What do you mean?” “I saw her at Ulfstead Castle Station about two hours ago,” said the A3 Pacific, “she didn’t say ‘hullo’ to me when I whistled at her.” “Perhaps she wasn’t paying you any attention,” said Spencer, “some of us can be a bit unaware of our surroundings when our mind’s on the job at hand. But anyway, I must be off. Duty calls!” And with that, the A4 Pacific wheeshed his way out of the station. Scott left soon thereafter, pulling his train of 14 passenger coaches. Before long Scott was rushing down the line at a tremendous rate. His passengers were having a lovely time and he was very pleased. “Mallard may be the fastest, but I’m the famousest,” he puffed grandly. Quite soon he swept through Barrow Station and not long after the A3 Pacific darted over the Vicarstown Bridge and onto Sodor. Quite soon Scott saw a Driver waving a red flag. Scott’s Driver closed the regulator and started applying the brakes. Scott drew to a stop next to where Caitlin was lightly hissing steam. “What’s happened here?” asked Scott as the Drivers consulted. “I was a bit late leaving Edinburgh,” said Caitlin, “30 minutes to be exact. I ran so hard on the way back I’ve run low on water. My crew had to reduce my fire or else risk a boiler explosion.” “Are you still late?” “Yes.” “Tell you what,” said Caitlin’s Driver, “couple Scott on behind, he can push us, and I’m sure with both engines we can get back to schedule again.” “This is so wonderful,” exclaimed Caitlin happily. Scott reversed down the line to change tracks. Quite soon the A3 Pacific returned and he buffered up to the back of Caitlin’s train. His Driver attached him. “I hope you can do this,” said Scott’s Driver, “Caitlin’s capable of hauling trains at double your speed in half the time it’d normally take.” “I’m fine Driver,” replied Scott. And he pulled the regulator. Scott slowly but triumphantly started off, slowly but surely getting Caitlin’s train rolling again. The P7A Pacific did what she could to help, but with low boiler pressure, it was very little. Scott soon shoved Caitlin up to the water tower at the Works Station. “Well done Scotsman,” whistled Sir Handel as he puffed out of the narrow gauge platform with Gertrude and Millicent. “Diesel 199 isn’t ‘Old Reliable,’” cried Ivo Hugh, “that’s what you are!” Scott grinned from buffer to buffer. He felt proud and pleased. Caitlin, on the other hand, felt much better after a long drink. “That’s much better,” sighed the P7A Pacific as her Fireman swung the water crane aside and got down. As the Guards blew their whistles, Scott and Caitlin knew it was time. “Let’s get moving,” whistled Caitlin as she made her way forward. Scott knew that Caitlin was stronger than Connor, so he only ran with the regulator slightly open. Caitlin was soon rattling along the Main Line. She pelted down the line as she always had over the previous 10 years. As she sped along, she was truly giving it her all. Onlookers could only watch all that speed from her clattering iron heels. Caitlin bolted through Killdane Station, giving Andy the shock of his life! Caitlin disappeared into the distance, whistling loudly. “Well I’ll be damned,” remarked Andy as he departed with his empty mineral wagons, “she’s a fast one!” Before long, Caitlin tore over the points and disappeared towards the castle. After Scott was unhitched from the last coach on Caitlin’s train, he deposited his passengers and went off to be watered and coaled. After a few more days, Connor came back to work on his passenger runs while Scott went off to other duties on the Earl’s Estate. His first job entailed going around collecting all the garden waste. He was told to follow Millie for the first round of garbage collection. “Bonjour,” puffed Millie, Scott puffing up behind her, “you’ll be flying with me today.” “More like drifting easy,” replied Scott, “this’ll be nothing compared to the fan trips I hauled in Australia and for the Venice Simplon Orient Express company.” As the two European locomotives puffed off to begin, Millie said, “I heard you had quite the reception in England. How does it feel to be a century old?” “I’m just happy I got this far,” replied Scott happily, “without Mr. Pegler, Sir McAlpine, and Dr. Marchington, I’d likely’ve been sent to the scrap yard. Y’know, I’m the oldest steam locomotive in Great Britain that’s certified for main line train haulage.” “Really???” gasped Millie. “Of course,” replied Scott, “the only other locomotive that I’m aware of that’s old and main line certified is Princess Lizzie, and she’s a decade younger than me.” “Okay,” said Millie, hissing to a halt, “basically all you’ll be doing is going around to specific outposts collecting garbage. Sir Norramby is pulling me aside to help Stephen, Glynn, Theo, and Lexi with their runs around the park.” “Seems legit,” Flying Scotsman replied, “how do you like it working up here?” “It’s nice,” replied Millie, “but I did love it when Luke and I did a duty swap.” “Back when the Blue Mountain Quarry was still open,” puffed Scott, him and Millie steaming onto the next stop, “I hear they installed a nature reserve at Blue Mountain Lake now. And they offer scuba dive training sessions there.” “I see,” said Millie. Before long, Scott knew what he had to do. Millie would only be helping Theo, Lexi, and the other two for three days, so Scott wouldn’t be helping the groundskeeper for very long. On his first day, Scott the A3 Pacific buffered up to two empty trucks that Thomas had brought up behind Annie and Clarabel whilst taking the Fat Controller, Lady Hatt, and Dowager Hatt on a visit to have dinner with His Grace at the castle. The Shunter fastened the coupling and Scott was ready to do his thing. The flag waved, and Scott headed off, whistling “hullo” to Connor as he pulled in with his express train. Scott was soon romping slowly and gayly along the siding. It was nice to take a care-free pleasure stroll instead of being thrust in front of daily tourist specials and being blinded by cameras flashing. The Flying Scotsman railway locomotive absolutely loved being famous, but even celebrities need a break from their stardom from time to time. Scott picked up all the garden waste and delivered it to the dumping area. After this, Scott was ordered to pick up a flat-truck of new trees and flowers for planting. Scott puffed into the Yard to find Lexi there. Spencer the A4 Pacific was puffing out of the castle grounds to go down to Tidmouth Station for watering, coaling, washing out, and to prepare for the long run back to England. The Countess of Snowdon, Serena Armstrong-Jones, was taking a special day out to Sodor with a few of his relatives to visit its famous castle that had opened 10 years prior. “I’m feelin’ mighty nervous,” shuddered Lexi, “I’ve never pulled royal dignitaries before.” “I’ve pulled the Royal Train,” puffed Scott as he attached to the single freight car, “I also recall some people of high-standing in the South African government visited Great Britain in the early 1950s. My friend City of Wells the ‘unrebuilt’ ‘West Country’ ‘Light’ Pacific looked after that.” “Was it easy?” “Easy as pie,” replied Scott happily, “just look after it like you would any other passenger train and you’ll be fine.” “Good luck Lexi,” whistled Scott as the Guard for Lexi’s train blew his whistle. Lexi whistled a cheerful “thank you,” as, slowly but surely, she steamed out of the station and disappeared towards the open park. Scott left just as 4501 rumbled into the platform, having just gone on a romp around the Dinosaur Park, whistling hello to his British friend as he arrived, Scott doing likewise. However, a special event had been laid on for Scott and his two American friends to do just like they’d done prior to and during the events of the old Southern Railroad’s “Steam-O-Rama.” Anyway, after a little bit, Scott the A3 Pacific took to the sidings to let another train overtake. Scott’s Driver jumped down from the cab and walked in front of the locomotive to watch the fun unfold. No sooner had he stopped, a deep chuffing, clanking rhythm could be heard in the distance. Scott knew who this was. As the train drew near, Scott blew his whistle loudly. “PEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEP!” whistled Scott. “PEEEEEEP!!! PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! PIP! PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeep!!!!” whistled 750 as he rumbled by, his Driver and Fireman giving friendly waves to Scott’s crew. Once 750 and his train were gone, the points clicked into place and the A3 Pacific puffed off. After he dropped off the plants, Scott puffed back into the Yard and placed the empty flat-truck on a siding. Just then, 4501 puffed alongside. “C’mon Scotty,” said the old Mikado, “the Earl’s got a surprise for ya!” “What is it?” asked Scott. Wheeshing excitedly, the MS Mikado and the A3 Pacific puffed away. 4501 led Flying Scotsman across the drawbridge and into the castle yard. Much to Scott’s surprise, 750, Connor, Caitlin, Stephen, Glynn, Theo, Lexi, and Millie were all parked there. “The Earl’s gonna have us on display for several days as a special photo charter,” said Stephen. The “Rocket,” the Cab Forward “American,” the Railway Traction-engine, the J3A Hudson, the P7A Pacific, the Class 65 “Pacific,” the French Narrow Gauge Tank Engine, the “Coffee Pot” Engine, and the A3 Pacific all gave their life stories while the Countess of Snowdon, the Earl of Sodor, the Fat Controller, the Mayor, 750 and 4501’s owner, and the head curator of the British National Railroad Museum all gave speeches. Alongside other guest speakers, a plaque was unveiled on the platform to remind future passerby of the event that had occurred at the Earl of Sodor’s estate. But the real attraction was Scott, 4501, 750, Stephen, Glynn, Millie, Lexi, Theo, Connor, and Caitlin all lined up together. “Mr. Pegler asked me when a formation like ours would ever happen again shortly after he flew home to celebrate Christmas and the New Year with his family as well as do the commentary of my extraordinary adventure through the United States with his good friend Terry Robinson,” puffed Scott to 750, “I think it happened right here.” “Mr. Pegler would be proud of you,” said Theo and Lexi in unison. “Thank you everyone,” sighed Scott tearfully, “I owe him one for giving me a second chance.” After this, Scott triple-headed a special train with 4501 and 750 to Brendam Docks, where they were both loaded on a ship to be transported back to Tennessee. And after a few more days, Scott was told by His Grace he had to go down Thomas’s Branch Line to help a certain girl. But that’s another story....
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There used to be a fan club for the popular Thomas and Friends Character "Diesel", but that club has vanished, so I have decided to make a new one. This group is dedicated to everyone's favorite pantomime villian of the TTTE Universe, and no, I don't mean Diesel 10.
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Well, I'm popping back in to my dead group that I pretty much killed off with my bad attitude in my younger years. Uhhh, hi yall; I just recently came back to DA since I have TS19 working. I might actually do something with this group, like add a new admin or something. There is some sad news, however. Our contributor, Syntharoboto, whom I considered a friend in spite of their issues, has sadly passed away. I don't know how exactly, or why, but they're gone. They were in a desperate finanical situation, and I wasn't able to help them in the 2021 holiday season; they quit a group chat we had a Twitter because all of us were busy irl and unable to help much, and the last I heard from them was apologizing after we (we being other members of the group chat) that the way they went about the issue was uncalled for and that they needed to cool it with the drama. I feel bad that this was my last interaction with them, and I wish we had spoken last on better terms, but there's nothing I can do now. I'm not sure if I can make them a post-humous moderator or something, but they weren't a bad person; they were just in a bad situation and had issues that could have been tackled better.
Thanks for reading.
Ok, as promised, I've updated the rules section and eased up. I've had this group since 2011 and have changed a lot since then, so it's only fair if I'm trying to breathe new life into the group and drum up some new activity.

So, what's changed?

-Humanizations and Anthros are now allowed. These may end up going in a new folder altogether.
-Shipping is now permitted, provided it doesn't stray into mature territory.
-Fan fiction will be allowed again, since technically I stopped accepting it long ago.
-Roblox has been added to the list of Train Simulators. Why? Because despite not actually being a railway simulator, there's been some super impressive work in Roblox I've seen, so I've decided to allow it finally.
-There's been a folder for Chuggers for a while- so yeah, Chuggington stuff is allowed, and this may expand to other series in the future.

However, I still want this group to have some quality control, so crazy crossovers (Someone once tried to submit a Total Drama x Thomas crossover) won't be appearing here, and neither will any smut. And since I'm trying to revive this group- some past journals have been deleted, and perhaps more will follow. Older comments w/ drama in them will be hidden. Submission approval has been increased to expire after a month rather than a week.
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Well then; hello all. Welcome back to the Devious Diesel Club. It's been some time since I last was active, and I apologize. I was busy the last couple of years just on my account and occasionally approving submissions. Here. When I got too busy to do that those submissions expired. My apologies. Last semester I was very busy with my new job and with passing a most important class: Advanced Graphics. See, outside of DA (or if you've seen my DA page), I'm a semi-amateur graphic designer. I finally found a style that works for me, and I passed with flying colors. Oh, and, for the record, the inactivity in 2015 largely chalks up to depression and rejection; my ex whom I was very attached to abandoned me in favor of Undertale. It's a long story and I won't bother with the finer details, so we'll leave it at that.

You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking. This group has had a lot of ups and downs. Back and forth between people annoying me or me being a dick. Well, no more, I say. I'm done with drama on DA. I want to give this group a fresh slate; which may include hiding of old comments and deletion of old blog posts. I'm a lot more chill now as you can see from the change in my demeanor here. I'm laid back, and more excepting and understanding, and just want peace.

I'm also taking the liberty of loosening up restrictions on my group. You wanna submit a pairing? Go ahead. Just make sure it's not dirty or...-shudder- engines and humans.

I'll also allow humanizations or anthro versions of characters; I don't think I really did before.

Of course all submissions will still undergo approval, and some of the old rules still apply, such as no nonsensical crossovers like Total Drama Island x Thomas or what have you.

Very soon, across the various folders, you'll be seeing some new artwork from an artist I've gotten to know in recent times: :iconsyntharoboto:. Electra here is a marvelous and talented artist who loves diesels (esp Warships like Diesel 10) and quite a creative person. I admit, I've not seen anything like the things she's come up with before. The two of us are very different people with different backgrounds and political alignments, but that hasn't stopped us from getting to know and respect each other. In fact, I respect her so much that I've asked her to be a contributing member to the group. So please, welcome her, take a look at her artwork, and be respectful.

Let the new age of the Diesels Group begin!
Yeah, 2 years of this group. Not bad. Sadly, due to complications Amber left her position as co-admin. And as a result, I'm closing all fanfic submissions now. The thing is- I don't read fanfictions very often, and with our fanfiction rule stating it all needs to be read and approved, I just can't be bothered. See, when it comes to fanfics I'm picky. Usually I prefer it adapted into video for, like Bachmann/Hornby or Trainz. Other various exceptions include the ERS and the like. And of course I have to read over my own fics- proofreading and all.

So yeah, from this point forward, no more fanfics.

And here's a thing I've been sitting on for a while.

I've been asked if Chuggington is allowed in this group. After like a year or so of thinking about- yes. Chuggington will be allowed. No conditions except for the usual restrictions. After all, if I'm attempted to convert certain Chuggers into personal OC's for Thomas fanfics of my own, then why not?

In the morning I'll be making a new folder for any Chuggers, Steam or Diesel/Electric that you may want to add.

Again I apologize for lack of activity, but the main reason for that aside from me being busy is the lack of submissions from group members. Guys if you want activity you have to mostly supply it yourselves. That's how groups work.
It's been over a year since I first remade this group, and despite much lack of activity from me due to school, I think we've done pretty well. Sure, we've had spammers who were right jerks on Day 1 which made me want to close the group at once and remake it, and we've had some rude users who have accused us of doing things we never even did, but despite those little downsides, I think we've done alright. Still gonna be a lack of activity from me aside from approving deviations. I've essentially given up on Gathering of the Gronks due to a lack of motivation and constant other things to do, but maybe I'll get back to it someday. I do want to get this BMM adaption off the ground though. I guess Sharon actually did make a good decision to expand Paxton's role in this movie despite him having been introduced for Day of the Diesels; he's really grown on me and has become a properly developed and likeable character.

Anyway, it's been great having this group. Despite ups and downs and people leaving the group occasionally, it's been pretty good to run it, especially with Swumple as co-admin. Cheers, Amber, this is for you.

As a bit of a late birthday present for our group members, I've decided to go through with making a section for the Electric engines of Sodor. Not Diesel-Electric, just electric. We will accept OC's in this folder since almost nothing is known about the NWR's Peel Fleet and fans often make their own characters for the Peel Fleet. i.e. WildNorWester's Class 87's. And of course, Stafford falls into this category as well.
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wilhurt44 Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2021
Thanks for letting me join!
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CCB-18 Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey there,

I've tried to submit this to the Diesel 10 folder;

Joe Dalton's Reaction - Diesel 10

And it expired twice. Can something please be sorted out?

Thanks.
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OkamiTakahashi Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2020  Hobbyist Artist
Sorry, mate. This group's dead, I've given up on running it.
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CCB-18 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Anybody still here? My entries to this group keep expiring...
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OkamiTakahashi Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2018  Hobbyist Artist
Sorry dude, I'm not really active atm, and my notifs are just so massive, it's hard to handle.
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CCB-18 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for letting me join, but I think we need to change the submission policies.

Can we change it from "10 per 30 days" to at least "10 per 7 days" please?
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OkamiTakahashi Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2018  Hobbyist Artist
We've needed to change it for a while, but for whatever reason, I just can't demote myself. It won't let me. I honestly don't have time for the group like I used to and would appreciate if someone could step up and take over for me in my place.

Would that be something you'd be willing to do actually?
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CCB-18 Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
I wish I could, but sadly I cannot. I'm at my full limit of Group Staff Members.
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OkamiTakahashi Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2018  Hobbyist Artist
That's a shame. Thanks anyway though.

If you can find someone though I'd appreciate that.
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SUP-FAN Featured By Owner May 16, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
I sent you some of my human Thomas artwork. I hope you guys like it. 
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