The British Train.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He has been trying to head back home after a night out with Ruhrgold, where the most they did was talk and ultimately get him to finally come out of his bed after 17 hours of straight sleeping. Though, they’d never talked for this long before. And before the both of them knew it, it was already almost midnight and Brexit had ran out to try and go back to his shed.

Coming to realize though…he didn’t know where it was.

Sure, he’d living in the yard for a while, but he was still so new to it, and he’d get lost easily if he had no one to guide him. So, he chose the route that Ruhrgold had taken him to retrace his steps.

And then he gave up moments later.

Porter wasn’t waking up anytime soon , at least he thought so.

When Porter next awoke , he was flopped on the grey couch with some green engine looking over him. How did he get in here ?

The door opened, and a..rather large coal truck was in front of it. Brexit blinked, eyes big as he opened his mouth. "Could you let me in?" He mumbled, feeling particularly uneasy at the trucks closed eyes. The freight never spoke a word, and rolled back inside slowly leaving the door open.

Was this how freight usually acted?

If they did, then he was proud to say that those encounters with Flat-Top were the most normal ones. Brexit rolled inside cautiously, glancing around the very vibrant red living room before looking at the coal truck flop on the couch.

The British engine raised his brow, and went to sit next to the other, but not before closing the front door and locking it. "Sir?" He tilted his head, poking the others thigh, before squinting…was the other..? He poked a few more times before realizing…that coal truck was…sleepwalking wasn’t he..

The British Engine cackled, his face turning a bright red before he covered his mouth and curled into the couch to calm himself down. He had no idea why, but the whole experience of a freight sleepwalking him into the other shed had him cackling like mad. Though, the name the other said made him raise a brow.

Porter yawned , hastily getting up and stretching. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. As they were adjusting , he saw in the still dim light that the engine was in fact not Green Arrow but some weird looking old train with a funny looking hat .. did anyone even wear those anymore ? Porter was none the wiser.

When the morning rolled around…or whenever the freight usually woke up, he was still sleeping, curled up on the couch chair and shivering from the cold of the room. But that stopped once he felt a pair of arms shaking his shoulders. He grunted, gagging softly before groaning and waking up.

“ Who are you ? “ He said , curiously .. and a bit too loud from excitement , his accent seeping through the syllables.

Porter didn’t ask how the engine got in , as he honestly didn’t care. His shed was open for visitors , so he didn’t mind the new face — he didn’t look like he could cause much harm anyway.

"Ehm.." He twiddled his thumbs uncharacteristically sheepishly. "Brexit." He finished. Now, he glanced back down, wanting to curl up on himself from the freight truck eyeing him. He never liked it when others looked at him, especially for a long time.

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He has been trying to head back home after a night out with Ruhrgold, where the most they did was talk and ultimately get him to finally come out of his bed after 17 hours of straight sleeping. Though, they’d never talked for this long before. And before the both of them knew it, it was already almost midnight and Brexit had ran out to try and go back to his shed.

Coming to realize though…he didn’t know where it was.

Sure, he’d living in the yard for a while, but he was still so new to it, and he’d get lost easily if he had no one to guide him. So, he chose the route that Ruhrgold had taken him to retrace his steps.

And then he gave up moments later.

Porter wasn’t waking up anytime soon , at least he thought so.

When Porter next awoke , he was flopped on the grey couch with some green engine looking over him. How did he get in here ?

The door opened, and a..rather large coal truck was in front of it. Brexit blinked, eyes big as he opened his mouth. "Could you let me in?" He mumbled, feeling particularly uneasy at the trucks closed eyes. The freight never spoke a word, and rolled back inside slowly leaving the door open.

Was this how freight usually acted?

If they did, then he was proud to say that those encounters with Flat-Top were the most normal ones. Brexit rolled inside cautiously, glancing around the very vibrant red living room before looking at the coal truck flop on the couch.

The British engine raised his brow, and went to sit next to the other, but not before closing the front door and locking it. "Sir?" He tilted his head, poking the others thigh, before squinting…was the other..? He poked a few more times before realizing…that coal truck was…sleepwalking wasn’t he..

The British Engine cackled, his face turning a bright red before he covered his mouth and curled into the couch to calm himself down. He had no idea why, but the whole experience of a freight sleepwalking him into the other shed had him cackling like mad. Though, the name the other said made him raise a brow.

Porter yawned , hastily getting up and stretching. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. As they were adjusting , he saw in the still dim light that the engine was in fact not Green Arrow but some weird looking old train with a funny looking hat .. did anyone even wear those anymore ? Porter was none the wiser.

When the morning rolled around…or whenever the freight usually woke up, he was still sleeping, curled up on the couch chair and shivering from the cold of the room. But that stopped once he felt a pair of arms shaking his shoulders. He grunted, gagging softly before groaning and waking up.

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He has been trying to head back home after a night out with Ruhrgold, where the most they did was talk and ultimately get him to finally come out of his bed after 17 hours of straight sleeping. Though, they’d never talked for this long before. And before the both of them knew it, it was already almost midnight and Brexit had ran out to try and go back to his shed.

Coming to realize though…he didn’t know where it was.

Sure, he’d living in the yard for a while, but he was still so new to it, and he’d get lost easily if he had no one to guide him. So, he chose the route that Ruhrgold had taken him to retrace his steps.

And then he gave up moments later.

Porter wasn’t waking up anytime soon , at least he thought so.

When Porter next awoke , he was flopped on the grey couch with some green engine looking over him. How did he get in here ?

The door opened, and a..rather large coal truck was in front of it. Brexit blinked, eyes big as he opened his mouth. "Could you let me in?" He mumbled, feeling particularly uneasy at the trucks closed eyes. The freight never spoke a word, and rolled back inside slowly leaving the door open.

Was this how freight usually acted?

If they did, then he was proud to say that those encounters with Flat-Top were the most normal ones. Brexit rolled inside cautiously, glancing around the very vibrant red living room before looking at the coal truck flop on the couch.

The British engine raised his brow, and went to sit next to the other, but not before closing the front door and locking it. "Sir?" He tilted his head, poking the others thigh, before squinting…was the other..? He poked a few more times before realizing…that coal truck was…sleepwalking wasn’t he..

The British Engine cackled, his face turning a bright red before he covered his mouth and curled into the couch to calm himself down. He had no idea why, but the whole experience of a freight sleepwalking him into the other shed had him cackling like mad. Though, the name the other said made him raise a brow.

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He has been trying to head back home after a night out with Ruhrgold, where the most they did was talk and ultimately get him to finally come out of his bed after 17 hours of straight sleeping. Though, they’d never talked for this long before. And before the both of them knew it, it was already almost midnight and Brexit had ran out to try and go back to his shed.

Coming to realize though…he didn’t know where it was.

Sure, he’d living in the yard for a while, but he was still so new to it, and he’d get lost easily if he had no one to guide him. So, he chose the route that Ruhrgold had taken him to retrace his steps.

And then he gave up moments later.

Panic attack

The sender is having a panic attack

"I-I can't... I can't control it."

"I-I can't breathe... everything's spinning..."

"I-I need to get out of here... please, I can't stay... it's too much..."

"N-noise... too much noise... I can't think... I need to..."

"I feel like I'm going to die..."

"I-I can't stop crying..."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for falling apart like this..."

"I'm scared... I don't know what's happening..."

"I feel like I'm going to pass out..."

"I need to get out of here... I can't handle this..."

"I-I'm fine, just give me a moment. It's nothing..."

: "I'm okay, really... Just need a moment to... to collect myself..."

Comfort

The sender is comforting receiver having a panic attack

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe with me, alright? Nice and slow. You're safe here, I've got you."

"Tell me five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste."

"'You're not alone in this. Take your time; I'll wait."

"Let's count backwards from 100. One number at a time. You've got this."

"Shh, I know it feels overwhelming right now, but you're not alone. I'm right here beside you, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Focus on my voice, okay?"

"I'm right here beside you, holding your hand."

@stcnegaze

She has a lot of those, these days. From her staff or her enemies or simply those that knew her.