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cosmic by family_staralternate_emaillucidshoal

posted 3 weeks ago, edited 3 weeks ago

my cosmic brush piece for fourleafisland’s brush week challenge last month, featuring my oc marle ^_^ probably my favorite of the ones i did

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8th OC, Vengeful DaemonName: Vengeful Daemon Species: Demon Train (Armored William Mason Variant/Prussian S 3 mix) Gender: male Age: 155 years Eye color: Yellowish-Red with Black Sclera Length: 70 ft long Loco Weight: 90 tons Vehicle: Locomotive Type: mixed type engine Basis: Armored William Mason/Prussian S 3 mix Track Gauge: 4 ft. 8 1/2 in (1,435 mm) Paint Coat: black (formerly), white with green stripes (formerly), pale red (formerly), hellfire red with black stripes (currently) Likes: summer, getting revenge, getting the job done, being on time and working hard. Dislikes: abandonment, being forgotten, being called useless, liars, mouthy engines, kids and stupid people. Personality: An old and rather grumpy train engine. Vengeful Daemon can be quite cynical and dark humored at times, often making bad jokes at the expense of others or pushing their buttons to see how they'll react. When he arrived in Sodor he was quite angry and vengeful, spouting threats and plotting revenge on those who abandoned him during the end of World War II but has calm down somewhat. Has no patience with those who puff themselves up or try to start shit with him. Power Type: steam-electric Fuel Type: coal, electricity, sunlight, water and souls. Configuration: 4-4-0 (formerly) 4-6-0 (currently) Wheels: 8 (formerly) 10 (currently) Top Speed: 150 (formerly) 300 mph (currently) Designer(s): E.H. Harriman Builder(s): Mason Machine Works Year Built: 1863 Year(s) Rebuilt: 1888, 1938 and 1989. Arrived on Sodor: 2000 Country: America (origin), Germany (formerly) Island of Sodor (currently) Number(s): B&O 13 (formerly), NYC 13 (formerly), FBR 4 (formerly), DR 7 (formerly) and NWR 666 (currently) Railway: Baltimore and Ohio Railroad (formerly), New York Central Railroad (formerly), Fort Bragg Railroad (formerly), Deutsche Reichsbahn (formerly) and North Western Railway (currently) Owner(s): Sir E.H. Harriman (formerly), Sir Cornelius Vanderbilt (formerly), Sir Julius Dorpmuller (formerly), Sir Topham Hatt (currently). Powers/Abilities: **- Locomotive Physiology Demon Physiology Defunct Physiology Enhanced Condition Biological Immortality Regeneration Magic Demonic Element Manipulation Demonic Force Manipulation Heat Generation Coal Manipulation Electricity Manipulation Fire Manipulation Steam Manipulation Scald Generation Fire Generation Smoke Generation/Manipulation Elemental Breath Hibernation Fear Inducement Rage Empowerment** Aliases: Hellfire Engine, The Engine from Hell, Blood Thirsty Demon Engine and the Untamable Demonic Train. Backstory: A train that has been in a few accidents and switched many hands. Experimented upon by Nazi Occultists during Hitler's reign and was abandoned in a forest when Nazi Germany lost the war. Stayed there until he was dug out in the late 80's and fixed up in an old train station while being kept in storage. Got sent to Sodor due to his violent and unruly attitude, but simmered down enough to do simple jobs. Tolerates some of the engines though there are some that he dislikes.

A New RumorThe door to the antique shop whined on its hinges as Talisminn opened the door. The dusty shop was filled with the sound of whispers. Talisminn’s pointed ears flicked, her pink coat bristled, and her rough blue tail swished as she padded across the floor - she loved a good mystery. She found them at the back of the shop, right near the counter and huddled in together. Casually inspecting the wares of the shelf, she slowly drifted closer to the group. Her ear twitched. “But, didn’t you hear about the Wive’s Tail?!” One of them hissed urgently. “They say it sank off the coast of Allspyne.” “I heard the Razor Wind sank it!” Another replied. “Allspyne?! That’s not far from here!” The third replied in horror. “What if the Razor Wind comes here?! We’re so close to shore!” “What’s the Razor Wind??” A new voice asked. “You haven’t heard?! It’s a pirate ship!” The second voice explained. “Almost no one who encounters it lives to tell the tale. No one even knows the Captain’s name!” Talisminn could hear the floorboards creak as the owner of the voice leaned in. “They just call him the ‘King of Terror.’” The final member of group scoffed. “The King of Terror isn’t real. He and the Razor Wind are just a scary story for pups and kits. You don’t really believe that?” “Oh no! He’s real!” The third voice insisted. “My father’s cousin knows a guy who worked with a guy who had a run-in with the King of Terror himself! Lost a paw! Barely survived!” “I heard he was 6 foot tall at the shoulder, 9 foot from nose to tail-tip, and all muscle.” “Please, no one’s that big.” “I was told he has three rows of teeth! All canines.” “Well, I heard a rolling fog follows his ship everywhere.” Talisminn flicked her ears back. Her long shark tail swished on the dusty floor behind her as she lifted onto two legs to delicately inspect one of the books on a high shelf, a paw resting on one the shelves below to support her weight. “I heard the Captain of the Razor Wind drinks blood.” Talisminn said. She shot a glance back over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes so her sharp lashes stuck out like knives. The gaggle of townsfolk had all frozen to look at her. “Surely not!” The first one shouted. “No, no! I heard that from someone else too!” The second one insisted. Returning all paws to the floor, Talisminn pulled the book from its display. It was a guide to runes, and she found the contents intriguing. She carefully placed the leather backed book on the counter. “Just this, please.” The woman behind the counter flipped through it. “Ah, runes.” She was the owner of the final voice. “Lots of religious travelers believe these things hold cosmic power. Are you a vagabond?” Talisminn smiled cooly. “You could say that.” “Two silver.” Talisminn reached into the bag draped just behind her dorsal fin and dropped the coins on the counter. She made eye contact with the store owner. “I’m sure you’re right - the rumors of the Razor Wind are probably heavily overblown. But… they must come from somewhere.” Her eyes narrowed as she smiled. “Stay safe out there.” Several minutes later, Talisminn was weaving her way through the overgrown woods. She growled each time her fins snagged on a branch. Bodies like hers weren’t meant to tromp through undergrowth. She shook her pink coat out upon reaching the shore. The sun was glistening off the polished planks of the Razor Wind. She was home. Her crew saluted as she reached the top of the gang plank. “Hello men. I assume you had a good day in town.” “Shen and I offloaded a lot from our last plunder!” Shrimpi cried, her whiskers twitching excitedly. “Good.” Reaching into her bags, she tossed a sack of food at Shen. “I trust you bought a new sextant with some of your earnings.” “Yes, Captain.” Shen nodded. “Excellent. The town is talking - apparently they heard about our little ‘run-in’ with the Wive’s Tail.” Her first mate, Flapjack, sighed behind her. “She was a beautiful ship. Shame, really.” Talisminn ignored him. “Pull up anchor and get us moving. I don’t want anyone nervously watching the shore to find us.” Shen saluted silently. She tossed another sack of food at Shrimpi. “Go check on our little ‘stow-away,’ would you darling?” “Aye-aye, Aliss!” Shrimpi saluted as well before pivoting on her heel and bounding across the ship, her shrimp tail dragging behind her tiny body. Aliss turned, thumping Flapjack with her shoulder as she walked past. “Come to my quarters, would you?” Flapjack obediently turned to follow, his dolphin tail swishing against the deck. “Anything for you, Captain.” “There was a lot of whispers amongst the townsfolk today about ‘the King of Terror.’” “Oh, really?” The dolphin-dog asked, his blue tail subtly wagging. “What’d they say?” “They added yet another foot to my height,” Aliss began, walking into her low-ceilinged Captain’s quarters with ease. “I now have three rows of teeth - all canines, of course. Annnnd I helpfully informed them that the captain drinks blood.” Flapjack shot her a look. “What?” Aliss asked. “You can never be too careful. Who knows when I could strike?” Her smile faded. “They still think I’m a man.” “I understand it bothers you, but perhaps you should take it as complimentary - all those stories depicting you as a powerful beast of a man.” Flapjack shrugged offhandedly. “Yeah? Wellll, I don’t.” Aliss rolled her eyes. “It’s insulting everyone hears stories of a terrifying captain and never consider I could be anything other than a man.” “Well, who would they hear it from? The survivors you leave won’t have the confidence to say they were bested by a pink, petite woman. They’d never live it down.” “…You’re absolutely right. They would never say it.” Talisminn straightened her shoulders. “Jackie, darling, you and I are going to spread a new rumor.” Talisminn watched from the corner of her eye as Flapjack tugged a piece of parchment toward himself, quill in his other paw. Aliss smiled, beginning to pace slowly as she spoke. “I will no longer be known as this ‘King of Terror’ as the riffraff has judged me, but rather as the ‘Tyrant Princess of the Southern Seas.’” Her volume dropped, but her voice sharpened. “Let them know exactly what sank those ships - a woman.”trophy