#98462

[seaswine]

Edward gets cyberbullied :(

cmsn

[thesudrianchronicles]

No-Where journal No. 9 - 18th September 1922

Page 16: Our new passenger loco

"The NWR board has the pleasure to announce that, thanks to the generosity of Lord Faringdon & the rest of the Great Central Rly Co. That the North Western has become home to two of the GCR locomotives, '9Q' 4-6-0 No. 462 & '9N' 4-6-2T No. 447. This comes almost a year after the arrival of No. 3, the prototype 4-6-2 locomotive that was purchased last which has proven unsatisfactory on the 'Wild Nor' Wester'. The board expresses hope that, despite high coal consumption, No. 462 will prove a better loco on these duties until another locomotive can be procured. The locomotive, built only last year, has already proven it's on the flat between Vicarstown & Marron, but, like most engines of a similar size, require banking up the incline from the Wellsworth side. Lord Regaby has insisted that this locomotive become the railway's new flagship, with it have received the NWR's blue livery within only a week on the railway! And has even commissioned for this locomotive to be named 'Queen Victoria' in order to provide some elegance to the express. Hopefully, this 'Black Pig', as the GC men have started referring to this class as, will prove that even pigs can more than sluggish!."

No. 462 "Queen Victoria" seen near Crosby with the 10:00am limited from Tidmouth Central - photo credit: W. Middleton

[themidlandengine]

The other engine…

[grouchydairy]

jisoo kim

[bruhstation]

CASA TIDMOUTH’S MOST NORMAL AND RELIABLE RAILWAY WORKERS: THE GHOSTS OF SODOR

[information under the cut:]

General Information:

They were humans that died and got sent to the Shining Time World, however because they weren’t given enough gold dust they became ghosts instead of revived humans.

The less gold dust they have, the less powerful and more transparent they are.

They don’t physically age nor can they be hurt by regular humans. If someone struck them, they’ll just wobble and disperse, then reshape back as normal. Only ghosts or beings/things affected by the gold dust (other ghosts and time travelers) can touch them.

Some of them are still determined to become human again (like looking for gold dust resources or thwarting Thomas’ missions), some don’t really care and makes the most of their situation, some had accepted their fate and just want to move on to the afterlife already.

They can only go to the blissful afterlife if Lady prays for them or the Golden Whistle is blown by any human – two long whistles.

When they disappear and move on for good, they turn into gold dust. Oh, how convenient!

Their eyes, tips of hair, underhair, and fingernails are golden and glow. Their scleras are grey. Their eyes are also sunken with notable eyebags. They leave faint golden particles when they move.

Timothy Elijah [Lastname]

Age: (Physically) 25 (Chronologically) ??? Occupation: ???

He has a very kind and gentle personality. On top of that, he also very patient and gets along with everyone. He has a strong sense of justice, and is determined to get back at those who wronged others. He can be stern and serious when the situation calls for it, usually at Alfred whenever he plans on getting humans involved in his selfish plans or at the Troublesome Trucks whenever they’re going too far with their pranks.

Out of the main ghosts, he’s the one who rarely talks about his past before becoming a ghost. Nobody knows how he died, nobody knows about the people he left behind. Despite his pleasant and friendly nature, nobody really knows who he truly is outside his name. He’s also quite different from most ghosts – seemingly not minding the fact that he’s a ghost and not pursuing ways to become a human again. Though, it seems that he has a connection with Thomas, but what could that possibly mean…?

Trivia:

He can be quite protective when it comes to younger, easily excited railway workers.

He likes using similes while talking.

He tends to treat those who are usually made fun of or shunned by their peers with kindness, which is why the Troublesome Trucks usually spare him from their pranks.

He believes that ghosts are not allowed to interfere with the lives of humans. Quite rich, coming from him, for he always does everything he can to make sure humans aren’t hurt by other ghosts.

He has a habit of patting people’s shoulders when reassuring them or giving them support.

He’s one of the stronger ghosts.

Likes: the nature of humans, the sight of busy roads Dislikes: injustice, self-centered people

Alfred

Age: (Physically) 29 (Chronologically) 98 Occupation: NWR 98462’s driver

He’s incredibly rude, unpleasant to talk to, and self-centered. His main goal is to look for a way to become a human once again. He claims that he died at a workplace accident, though people who are perceptive such as Timothy is able to see through his thin words. On top of that, Alfred holds little regards towards the lives of others and thinks that as long as it’s beneficial for him, it’s perfectly fine for others to get harmed.

Behind his bravado, Alfred seems to be wary – even frustrated – at a certain man who drives the NWR 2. He states that the man “knows too much” and “conceals even more”, and this just fuels his desire to become a human again to be able to stop him.

Trivia:

His last name is Middleton.

He dislikes Timothy because his kindness and gentle nature towards others makes him uncomfortable.

The Troublesome Trucks despise him oh so much.

His favorite word is “schadenfreude”.

Likes: himself Dislikes: being a ghost, people who are too kind, romance novels, the driver of the NWR 2, himself

Godred Asheton

Age: (Physically) 27 (Chronologically) 47 Occupation: CFR 1’s driver

He’s quite proud of himself and his engine. He’s also incredibly reckless. He was named after a famous Sudrian king, and his brother comments that it became a source of his pride when he later found out. He rarely takes the words and warnings of others seriously, believing that he can always get out of trouble – which has been proven true always… until he got into an accident in the rocky mountains.

Around a month after he got a job in the railways, when making a turn down the mountains, he couldn’t control the speed and flew out of his cab onto the ravines below. His engine and its coach are safe, however his body couldn’t be found until the events of Casa Tidmouth. He has expressed desires to become a human again, but as time passed he starts to think that it’s useless. No matter how much he repented or wanted to move on to the afterlife, nobody is there to send him off.

Trivia:

He has a twin brother, Culdee. He sometimes wonders how he’s doing nowadays. He wants to apologize to him.

He used to be a thrill seeker.

Likes: reading random warning signs on the railways, Ovomaltine Dislikes: heights

Sadie

Age: (Physically) 18 (Chronologically) 100+ Occupation: railway worker

Part of the infamous Troublesome Trio. One of the many, many Troublesome Trucks. She likes playing practical pranks on various railway workers just for the heck of it. She thinks that living as a ghost is fun because she can get away with almost anything. 

Trivia:

Her real name is Sadrakhia.

If one were to crack her outer shell, they would find out that she’s quite the thoughtful person. This is only reserved for her closest friends, though!

She can be quite the crybaby when things don’t go her way. This usually resulted in Mason and Abed coming to her defense.

Likes: Mason, Abed, cute things, singing, strawberry parfait Dislikes: ugly things

Mason

Age: (Physically) 19 (Chronologically) 100+ Occupation: railway worker

Part of the infamous Troublesome Trio. One of the many, many Troublesome Trucks. He likes playing practical pranks on various railway workers just for the heck of it. He’s loud, brash, and very impolite, especially towards older people. Even though he likes to playfully tease Sadie and Abed, he’s rather protective of them.

Trivia:

His real name is Maschach.

He can get rather riled up when it comes to watching football matches on the TV.

He has quite the short fuse.

Likes: Sadie, Abed, fun things, pushing engines harshly, “jumpscaring” workers Dislikes: rules and those who abide by it, grown-ups

Abed

Age: (Physically) 18 (Chronologically) 100+ Occupation: railway worker

Part of the infamous Troublesome Trio. One of the many, many Troublesome Trucks. He likes playing practical pranks on various railway workers just for the heck of it. He’s usually the one getting dragged into Sadie and Mason’s plans, though. He’s also kind of quiet and soft-spoken, though he’s far from being “naive”.

Trivia:

His real name is Abednego.

He likes drawing or carving small things on various surfaces. This includes engines.

At hard times, he has quite the sharp tongue.

Likes: Sadie, Mason, tidy things, making limericks Dislikes: people who talk too much

[sudriantraveler]

A Very North Western Christmas

Dear Friends, The holiday season is always a very busy time on the railway. “We’re rushed off our wheels, and hardly ever get a rest” Henry told me. “But we have a duty to look after our passengers and our friends,” added Edward. “Yes Indeed” put in Gordon, “It’s most important that everything runs to time”. “But once all’s said and done, the Christmas Party at the sheds is always something to look forward to” peeped Thomas. I asked them all if there was any Christmas which they remembered more than others, and they told me of one from back when Thomas was still the Big Station’s pilot. A most chaotic Christmas, with packed trains, missing Christmas trees, and… Oh, but you must read the story for yourself. The Author

Oh boy, this was a long one, but I managed to get it done just in time.

I hope you enjoy my Christmas fic for this year.

Honestly this kinda ended up being something like 2 or 3 stories in one. But part of what I always liked about the Christmas specials in ttte is how they made a point to include as many characters as they could, even if it was just an appearance in the background, so I wanted to try and do something similar.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

how were engines 87546 and 98462 were sent away beside being spiteful , do you have any headcanons?

Eek, very sorry to respond to this one so late. Hope you see this.

I have several incidents I favor, but the problem is that whenever I come up with another idea I immediately think "oh hey that'll make a really good fic." And I live in the possibly deluded hope that I will actually finish the fics one of these days, ssoooo... I don't want to discuss really specific ideas for the chain of events that led to 87546 and 98462 getting the boot.

But, generally speaking, there are a few angles that I favor:

1.I have doubts that they were both sent away as early as Thomas the Tank Engine/1925. I think they stuck on for a while, perhaps a long while. They just didn't get speaking parts in the books and there was seldom any reason to show them. (In particular, if they stayed on I think the Fat Controller had a specific policy of leaving them "behind" in the boonies Vicarstown to keep them and their bad influence separate from the rest of the fleet.) I also tend to imagine they played a significant role during the strike, but again, there was just no reason to include that in the books.

2. In general, I don't headcanon them as acting with any dramatic evilness. I sometimes write them that way in fic but that's because it's more fun to read. But I reckon they were really mostly just your run-of-the-mill "ill-mannered" engines, as we see later in all the Mean Boastful Diesels who fail their Sodor trials three or four decades later. And they're not even notably more ill-mannered than, like, Gordon was originally. They just never changed.

3. My most idiosyncratic take: I suspect that in some ways FC1 used these two as a scapegoat for his own shortcomings tbh. Like I think he grew remarkably as a human being and as a manager in his early years in the job, but I'm not sure he realized the extent to which he had grown and changed. Which is a very human thing to do.

Like, I headcanon Awdry saying they were "rude" as taken directly from how FC1 himself explained who these two engines were and why they were sent away. (Coz, like? We've seen the engines he didn't send away, lol. They can be very rude to their fellow engines too.) And I imagine FC1 first began to construct this useful little narrative when he realized that, like, Edward and Henry and James in particular were to varying degrees just bundles of anxiety in 1925. And when he noticed this (hey, in fairness to him, he must have been real busy until he signed that agreement with the L.M.S. that same year) he instinctively tried to help.

But—what? A powerful white guy, acknowledging that his shortcomings as a manager directly contributed to his underlings' distress? Hey, it happens sometimes, even a hundred years ago! But is that likely to be his first hypothesis? Nah. That's not how successful business people work—with hard-hitting introspection and shit.

And then there's 87546 and 98462, like, right there. No doubt visibly and audibly being right dicks to his troubled iron children.

I'm not sure if I'm explaining myself well, but I do headcanon FC1 being like "a-ha. now that i'm paying attention i see that they're bullying the other engines. they must be the sole reason some of my other engines are so tense and fearful whenever i see them! and, indeed, now that i've sent them away (or even just arranged that they're kept at a distance), the others are growing more confident. definitely not because i'm making more of an effort to be consistent and fair, and i'm no longer casting engines aside for long periods of time or threatening big punishments for relatively minor infractions. nah. it was all 87546 and 98462. what rotters. so insidiously toxic."

87546 and 98462: *just sitting there, pretty normal jocks whose braggadocio is not otherwise noteworthy*

[leatherbootlace]

James was happy to find the shed empty when they finished shunting. The yard had been very busy, and the red engine felt rushed off their wheels.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t stay empty for long…

“My, my, Johnny,” laughed Charlotte as she reversed next to James. “Do you recognize who this is?”

“Surely,” he puffed loudly, “it’s not that drab little goods engine who set their brakes on fire.”

“I don’t know,” The atlantic sighed, “Seems all this one can do is shunt. Though I suppose, with such unsightly paintwork, I’d shunt too if it kept the passengers from seeing me!”

[hi-my-name-is-cosmopathy]

GUYS LOOK GHOST PALS UPDATES COMING THROUGGGH—

Lily is going through a HUGE change. Lately, I haven't been satisfied with her character or... anything about her. I wanted to make her as interesting as the others but I wasn't really able to achieve that. So I left her to my sister and she's going through a makeover.

More characters coming in;

Adam (lily's sensible cousin who unintentionally spreads the plague everytime he coughs 24/7)

Colin (the mandela catalogue inspired spamton g spamton rip off who's a technicolor angel-ghost thingy)

Adeline (the sane and sweet old official of the heavens but stepped down for a rlly odd reason & dire need for revenge)

Lady (a pink reaper or god idk yet she's either rlly weird or...who am I kidding she's gonna be weird and she's either gonna be a shy rookie or a rebelious “teenager”)

Pretty Polly (thinks she's different because she stays inside and fawns over trains and doesn't go to parties & date but she's actually just trying to pls conservatives)

Blinky Bonny (polly's old sensitive cousin. thas all I have lol)

“98462” (alfie's twin brother whom his father adopted to replace alfred. edward and him have a horrible relationship.)

Tiffany (works too hard and is friends with RYAN thas all I have for now lol)

Theodosius “Theo” (sings survive the night and likes FNAF— wait what am I saying- the Bruno of the e2's and Timothy hates him so so much)

Andreas (his faces is as badly damaged as big Mickey's who he wears a mask- i didn't say he was any better than him- lives with duncan rent free (oh Duncan hates it)

Diesel 5 (his history with the Scottish twins is rather... interesting....)

Gosh there's a lot in this AU being added lol

[arandomthomasfan]

98462 edit

i made a shitty edit of the evil lad from the first rws book

[scytheral]

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[theflyingkipper]

may I ask what your opinion of 98482 as a character is? and i am not referring to Alfred

I don’t know much about him outside of @/demonofnowhere ‘s interpretation of him, unfortunately . I would like to make him and 87546 into characters in my au (I say this loosely because I have no cohesive story) eventually

[sparkarrestor]

Wrote this one up on a whim, I like Henry

Winter, 1934

Written By: SparkArrester

     They dragged Henry to the nearest station to sit and wait while they cleared the rest of the mess up. He’d see other trains passing by, all giving him looks of pity or sympathy. Except 98462 & 87546. They never really liked him.

     There was finally a gap in the schedule where Edward would take him to the works for inspection. The ride was uncomfortable.. There wasn’t a low-loader that could take him, so he had to be hauled on his own wheels. The journey had to be slow, and they repeatedly had to wait for other trains to pass. His condition was on display for all to see and it was embarrassing. People and engines alike stared at his missing valve gear, his mangled front, his missing cab, his dented body, his lack of a tender. The tarp they stuck on him did a poor job of hiding them.

     They finally arrived at the works, and Edward shunted Henry to the back, where some of the workmen were waiting to inspect him. 

“Don’t fret Henry, you’ll be right as rain-”, Edward coughed, “I mean, you’ll be alright.”

He then quickly ran off. He still had work to do.

Henry appreciated the attempt, but he had a sinking feeling his luck had run out.

The workmen finished after a few hours, and went back to preparing the coaches for the busy holiday season, so Henry found himself in the familiar position of being bored at the back of the works. That was until a pair of men in striped suits arrived. They spoke with one of the workmen, and came over to Henry.

“...Hullo”

The men ignored him, and went about inspecting Henry. He could hear them speaking.

“So what are we thinking?”

“I’d say we go for it, all this metal’s got to be worth a lot, and I don’t think the North Western would really miss this one…”

“Ay, I’ll see if I can put a good offer down, you go try and see if we can’t get the tender too.”

Henry felt like crying.

“I’m a failed engine after all…”, He thought.

He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He awoke to the sounds of stomping and grumbling. He easily recognized the voice.

“Sir?”

The Fat Director looked up at Henry, his face red and in a scowl.

“Good, you're awake.”

“What’s going on?”

The Fat Controller’s scowl deepened, “The other members of the board want you scrapped. They’ve already contacted various merchants and dealers. They’ve also tried to get me on board…”

At that, Henry nearly did cry. The Fat Director noticed.

“You don’t need to worry. I have a plan. I’m sending you to Crewe, a fine place for sick engines. I have a friend there who owes me one, anyways. They’ll give you a new shape, a new tender, and you’ll be just as good as Gordon, I promise you!”

“But the rest of the board-”

“Can deal with it.”

For the first time since the accident, Henry smiled.

[bruhstation]

they got ghosts in sodor now. fucking sick

[sudriantraveler]

Vicarstown 1923

Happy 78th anniversary to The Railway Series!

I figured it's only right to mark the occasion with something, so here's a story I just wrote.

Vicarstown 1923

“PEEP PEEP! WAKE UP LAZY BONES! It’s time you all did some hard work, like me!”

Groans and curses emerged from the sheds in response to this.

“Ugh, really Thomas” yawned a big blue engine, “It’s far too early for this”.

“I thought on a proper railway, work started bright and early Gordon” replied Thomas.

“On a proper railway, little tank engines like you don’t go around pestering the big important engines” huffed Gordon.

“HAH” laughed a big red engine, “for once we agree on something Gordon”.

Gordon grunted and looked away, scowling at the red engine's remark.

“Anyway” the red engine continued, looking back at Thomas, “Why don’t you run along and get my coaches ready”.

“Actually, It’s a goods train for you today,” replied Thomas, and he gave a cheeky grin.

“WHAT!”

“It’s Fat Director’s orders” continued Thomas, trying to cut off the red engine’s tirade before it could begin.

Then he chuckled, “Or perhaps you’re just not capable enough for the job. Maybe Emily could…”

“THAT SPINDLY OLD…”

“Who ye callin spindly?!” barked the emerald single in question. “I’m more than capable of takin the train. At least unlike ye, I can handle a bit of real work!”

“OH Please!” the red engine cut it, “it’s a miracle you and those clapped out things you call coaches even make it to Norramby each day”.

“Why ye F-”

“That’s enough!” said a voice from the far corner of the shed.

Everyone stopped to look at who had spoken up.

In the shadows at the back of the shed was a little blue engine. His paint was worn and dirty, and a cobweb trailed down from his funnel. He looked like he hadn’t been out in a long time.

Apart from Thomas and Emily, the other engines were all bigger than him, and he seemed to shrink even further back under their gaze.

“Er… What I meant to say is… Thank you for the wake up call Thomas. But our crews haven’t even arrived yet. Once they do, we’ll all set off to work”.

“Well… Most of us will Edward,” teased another one of the big engines. “The driver won’t choose you again. He wants big strong engines like us!”

“Leave Edward alone!” shouted Thomas, “He’s just as useful as all of you lot put together!”

At this, laughter erupted from the rest of the sheds.

Edward winced, and Thomas went red in the face.

“Really” chuckled the big engine.

“YES REALLY, 98462!” shouted Thomas.

His safety valve lifted, and he didn’t care what he said next.

“In fact… Edwards got a train to take now!... It’s er… It’s the first train of the day too… It’s very important!”

More laughter was the response to this, and Thomas’s face went pale as he realized what he had said.

“OH, OH THAT’S RICH” guffawed 98462. “You’re a horrible liar Thomas. We all know the first train of the day is my job”.

“er… well… Technically it’s Henry’s job…”

“Oh yes, the failed pacific” 98462 laughed again, “Who, need I remind you, is currently rotting away in the tunnel”.

“Good riddance” huffed another engine.

“Yes indeed 87546” remarked 98462. “A waste of space and nothing more. At least Edward here keeps the spiders off of us”.

Edward blushed with embarrassment, as right on cue another web was being woven between his wheels.

“Now… Now you listen here” called Thomas, trying to rally back against the big engines.

“It’s alright” said Edward quietly, “I think it’s time you went back to the yard”.

“Yes” added 87546, “Go back and play in the sidings little mite, and leave us big engines alone!”

Thomas tried to ignore him.

“If I’m going, then you’re coming to Edward,” he said. “You’re getting out of that shed, I promise”.

Edward gave a sad smile, “I think it’s time you got back to your work. I don't think the Fat Director will be all too pleased to hear you’ve been wasting your time hanging around here”.

Thomas wanted to say more, but by now he was feeling rather small under the mocking eyes of the big engines.

Reluctantly, he began backing away from the sheds towards the yard. As he did, he could see tears forming in Edwards eyes.

Then, rounding a bend, Thomas saw two people walking down the path towards the shed. It was a driver and fireman, the first crew arriving to start the day.

Thomas suddenly had an idea.

“Um… Excuse me Mr Driver, Sir” he called.

The driver stopped, “Yes Thomas?”

“Which engine will you be taking out today?”

“Well, I believe we’ve got 98462”.

Thomas’ heart sank.

Then he said “Well… I mean… you don’t have to take 98462 do you? Er… So long as an engine is taking the first train I’m sure the Fat Director wouldn’t mind. He’s got much more important things to worry about”.

The driver sighed, “Where are you going with this Thomas? This better not be another one of your tricks”.

“It's not a trick, honest! It’s just… There’s another engine, far more deserving of going out today than 98462. He’s… smaller than the rest, but he’s very hard working, a-and really useful too! If you just give him a chance I’m sure he’ll…”

“Alright, that’s enough” soothed the driver. “You’re talking about Edward, right?”

Thomas grew more hopeful. “Y-Yes Sir!” He said.

“Well…”

“I say we go for it” It was the fireman who had spoken up.

“That 98462 is a coal hog anyway” he continued “I’d happily take another engine over him”.

The driver sighed. Then he smiled. “Alright Thomas… We’ll take a look”.

“Oh thank-you-thank-you-thank-you-”

“But no promises” he added, trying to rein in the bubbling tank engine. “In any case, I think it’s time you got back to work. The yard would certainly be a mess without you.

“In fact,” he added, “I think just yesterday evening, one of the other engines managed to bump the coupling off of one of the coaches”.

“Oh what the… Those brutes don’t know the first thing about shunting” fumed Thomas.

“It better not have been Annie or Clarabel. Those old girls are far too kind to deserve to be bumped around like that”. And he hurried off to see if there was any other mess he had been left to sort out.

The driver and fireman turned, and resumed their walk towards the sheds.

They arrived to find the sheds in uproar, with mocking laughter and curses filling the air.

The engines soon stopped however, when they noticed the driver glaring at them.

He said nothing, as he and the fireman walked right past the big engines, and into the back of the sheds.

Edward stood there looking cold and miserable, with tear drops dripping down onto his buffer beam.

“Hello” said the driver gently, “Why are you sad?”

Then…

“Would you like to come out today?”

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Thomas, waking up the morning after in a better frame of mind: You know, this isn't so bad tbh. The Fat Controller could have been a lot worse, I got off easy.

Thomas: I get a change of scenery, which frankly I desperately needed.

Thomas: Maybe I'll even make some new friends here!

Thomas: But, most of all, out here I don't have to put up with the bullshit of the big engines ordering me around 😇

98462 or whoever, steaming through at just that moment: BANKER!!!!!

Thomas: ... oh hell no