#Montague Collett

[verypsbfan019]

"Was it worth it?"

Just an illustration about Duck staring at his younger self, a 19-year-old engine driver known as Jacqueline Collett. Although Duck is currently 38, he thinks about who he used to be when he started to work at Paddington station. He thinks about how much he has changed in 19 years and how worthy it was.

There are no words to describe how good it feels...

[bruhstation]

Ok this is such a niche prompt but it entered my head and won't leave and I think you might enjoy it.

Which of the characters, Canon or Casa Tidmouth interpretations (your choice), do you think would best fit into the roles of the TF2 Mercenaries

Feel free to ignore btw this is an "I can't sleep" kind of random idea.

Also autocorrect almost made that Canada Tidmouth and I only just noticed before hitting send. Something something au where everything is the same but the story happens in Canada instead of England.

you think I might enjoy it? damn right‼️ took some days for me to think about this …..as a tf2 fan of 5 years I GOT TO answer…‼️

scout — thomas awdry billington himself. kind of a smartass, (one of) the youngest of the cast, is involved with much of the story’s surface while lots of other characters are working behind the scenes… also has the highest chance to get a misspelled tattoo of his favorite song

soldier — …..duck? soldier is a huge american nut and that could parallel casa tidmouth’s duck and his great western schtick. though duck’s much smarter than soldier and would read the manuals on how to use a rocket launcher at least eighty times and checking every nook and cranny before firing it. also imagine duck reciting soldier’s speech from his character video

pyro — as much as some of the characters are involved in denpa-esque situations and experience some level of delusion I don’t think there’s anyone that could match pyro’s. hurricane and frankie could fit because of their thing with heat and fire and them being crazy but that’s a bit stretching

demoman — donald and douglas? because they’re scottish and have a knack for jokes? lol ….. I think henry could fit too because both him and demoman gets involved with supernatural occurrences out of their will but they just laugh it off

heavy — maybeeeee gordon. his taunts like “run cowards” “tiny baby man” and them both being the tall big strong guys drew me to this connection. but heavy is more reserved, calculating, and doesn’t boast too much about himself while many of gordon’s accidents came from his own hubris

engineer — victor methinks….. both dell and victor have degrees in engineering and considered the smartest in the cast. also the more amicable ones yet has the ability to lose their patience once in a while. also I literally only drew him once. have to draw him again because he’s like if tf2 engineer is a cuban man and much more sane

medic — either lady or d10. both lady and medic share the same morbid curiosity towards humanity (though lady is milder and more of an observer rather than a doer) and are amicable and polite. both d10 and medic conduct body altering experiments that could put them in the national watchlist and have little to no regard for the safety of people around them. so diesel 10 it is the cheerful and friendly aspects of medic remind me of edward for some reason????? probably the glasses

sniper — cranky. just think about it. perched on something tall. thinks everyone around them is an idiot. just wants to get the job done but also cracks some morbid if not slightly sharp jokes

spy — I’ll say diesel because this comparison has layers upon layers of joke.

also your phone autocorrect 🤣 casa tidmouth but it’s set in canada? that’s scott pilgrim vs. the world stanza halifax

[lavenderrosiefan]

Height comparisons for the Steam Team! (Part 1)

Thomas Billinton-5'10'' (177.8 cm)

Edward Stewart-Pettigrew-6' (182.9 cm)

Henry Gresley-Stanier-6'1'' (185.4 cm)

Gordon Gresley 6'4'' (193 cm)

James Hughes-6' (182.9 cm)

Percival "Percy" Avonside-5'11'' (180.3 cm)

Tobias "Toby" Holden-5'11'' (180.3 cm)

Montague "Duck" Collett-5'11'' (180.3 cm)

Donald McIntosh-5'11'' (180.3 cm)

[beumdi]

here are drawings i did of y/n for @bruhstation 's funny april fools dating sim, i thought it was funny so fuc kit

(also the low quality sir topham hatt)

[ceciasa]

Thomas and Friends Humanized Challenge

8#; Montague "Duck" Collett

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The Cast of Just for One Day Performing Let it Be on Comic Relief

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Happy Duck Day (Belated) 8/8

Montague ‘Duck’ Collett in his weekend garb…

[d0ugg1e]

Montague 'Duck' Collett, NWK (Northwestern Kingdom) No. 8

A prince hailing from the Great Western Kingdom. He's certainly proud of his heritage, and was called to the Northwestern Kingdom to help out. He has gotten into feuds with some of the royals there, such as Diesel, Thomas, and the Strike Trio, but overall, he's a very kind person who is willing to help out anyone in need.

Biography

Not much is known about where he came from, but he arrived from the Great Western Kingdom to assist the Northwestern Kingdom as a kingdom pilot at Tidmouth, but then later promoted to his branch at the town of The Little Western, where he works with Donald, Douglas, and Oliver.

Relationships

Donald: Duck's boyfriend who loves to tease and prank him. One such banter between the two has lead Donald to adopt a small white duckling named Dilly, who Donald is absolutely attached to. Together, they work together on the small town of The Little Western. On a few occasions, Duck has mistaken Douglas for his boyfriend when he wasn't wearing his nametag or number. It lead to some funny misunderstandings between the three.

Douglas: One of Duck's closest friends besides Donald, Oliver, and Toad. The two often see each other and greet each other, yet Duck is a little embarrassed to be around him because sometimes his tongue would slip and he would call Douglas a pet name, thinking that he's Donald. Despite this, the Scottish twins and Duck get along greatly and he's grateful to have them as friends.

Oliver: Duck's best friend. When they work together, they're an unstoppable duo. They love to pull pranks on the Strike Trio, and act like silly dumbasses when together. They work together on the Little Western together where they sometimes joke around and have juicy gossip about the people in the Kingdom or the commoners outside the kingdom. Nonetheless, they're both happy to have each other.

Toad: To others, Toad is just a mere butler with a nasal voice, yet Duck sees more to him than just a 'mere butler.' Toad is Douglas' butler, yet he treats him no different from a royal. He thinks Toad of a smart man, probably even smarter than most of the royals he works with. Though, he would just shrug it off and say that he's only doing his job, much to Duck's dismay.

[esperfruit]

Preview of the adaptation for Escape in my AU

Another day of autumn has arrived on Sodor and a pair of enthusiastic twins prepared themselves for another successful day of work. Donald, the older twin, was eating a slice of bread for breakfast when he looked at the calendar. It had been over a year since the twins were employed to work for Sir Topham Hatt after a month of hardship and confusion to make sure his younger brother Douglas was hired alongside him so they could stay together. 

Donald’s roommate Montague Collett, or better known as Duck, entered the kitchen to put his lunch for work into his bag. Duck put his green jacket on he had carried over his shoulder. Looking at Donald he noticed, “Hey, Donald your tie is sloppy.” and went to him to fix his red tie for him,

“Ah, ta, Ducky.” Donald replied in his signature thick Scottish accent after swallowing the rest of his bread. “If ye hadn’t clocked, a’m sure Dougie wid hae.”

“And he would’ve teased you about your occasional sloppiness with your clothes.” Duck chuckled, “Now hurry up, or Douglas will tease you for being late.”

“Ah ken, ah ken. it isnae mah fault th’alarm failed. Juist wake me up neist time whin ye git up, Forordinar a’m th’earlie yin, dinnae forgoat.” Donald quickly got his own lunch and rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and short black hair and came out not even five minutes later, looking completely flawless. 

“A’m finished ‘n’ duin tae gang!” Donald saluted with a wide grin.

In the time he knew the 21-year old Scotsman, Duck learnt to love his weird combination of being chaotic but reliable and professional at the same time. Duck felt weirdly nostalgic because of it despite only being one year older.

After saying their goodbyes to their pet duck, Dilly, the duo left their shared apartment and when walking across the hallway, they noticed a very familiar figure.

“Dougie!” Donald called out for his younger twin, who left his neighboring apartment shortly before them. Douglas looked identical to Donald, the exact same face and same black and red suit. The only way to tear them apart is their slightly different styled hair.

“Guid mornin’, dear brother.” Douglas greeted him calmly in his own thick accent, “‘N’ ye tae, Duck.”

Unlike Donald, Douglas was not chaotic at all, he was calm, avoided confrontations and was a bit clumsy but just as reliable and professional as his older twin. Douglas usually did not talk very much so the trio's walk to their workplace was mostly accompanied by the chatting of Donald and Duck with Douglas only joining in when directly addressed. 

It was a day like any other and everything went just perfect as planned, much to the joy of the three, who each took their work very seriously and accepted nothing but perfection. Duck was talking about the Great Western he was so proud of again and Donald teased him about how he should make that his certified trademark with how much he would not shut up about it with Douglas just laughing about it in the background.

It was past 8 PM when it was finally quitting time. Donald, Douglas and Duck wanted to meet with some other colleagues at the pub in Arlesburgh until Donald received a call. He picked up and when he finished, he looked disappointed. 

“What’s the matter?” asked Duck, who already headed to the car.

“‘Twas Sur Topham Hatt.” Donald sighed, “He wants me tae bring important documents that juist arrived ‘ere tae Haultraugh. Whit a pity, ‘n’ ah juist brought mah Caledonian intae th’shed…”

“Let me dae it.” Douglas suggested on the spot.

“Really?” Donald asked.

“No problem fur me. Ye ‘n’ th’ others make yersel’ a guid evenin. Ah wasn’t really feeling lik’ goin tae th’pub tae begin wi’.” He then turned to the man in green, “Aye, Duck kin ye len’ me yer car fur th’ hurl?”

“Sure thing, lucky I just refueled yesterday. If it gets too late, you can stay at a hotel, just call us when you do so Donnie doesn’t get a heart attack.” Duck approved.

“Ta, ye’r an angel.” Donald thanked his accommodating twin.

Douglas soon picked up the aforementioned documents and hopped into the car to head to Haultaugh so his brother and friends could have a good time.

It was already dark when he drove along a road that ran right next to an infamous forest. Douglas hated that forest despite never being in it. That forest had some suspicious rumors about it, on how time freezes in it, people going missing and never returning and a ghost woman in gold. And Douglas hated everything related to superstitions and the supernatural after his highly superstitious grandparents tried to kill him for being the younger twin as twins supposedly were a bad omen. If it weren't for Donald saving him, he would’ve been drowned in the bathtub by their heartless grandfather.

He couldn't help but scowl at such foolishness. Killing a child over such nonsense…you have to be a malicious person from the very start to even consider that. And right at this moment he scowled at this wretched forest and wanted to drive past it as soon as possible. 

As if he had jinxed it, not long there were troubles with the car and it broke down. “Damn it, Duck! Should’ve made a full check up as weel” Douglas silently cursed when he exited the car and pulled out his cell phone to call his brother. But before he could do the latter, he saw something inside the forest.

It was a light, golden, mysterious and captivating. 

Douglas thought he was tired and imagining things so he closed his eyes and rapidly shook his head to make it go away. But when he looked again the light was still there and brighter than before. it somehow felt like it was calling for him. to come into the forest to reach it.

Was that the myth of the golden ghost woman that kidnapped people? Nonsense. That was just a myth and myths aren’t real, they were just made up from human imagination. It was not real. It was not real! It was not real? But if it was not real, then why did he see it? Why was it calling for him? Why did it make him feel he was needed there? He did not understand and he denied, he denied and denied and denied even more. He did not see anything. He just wanted to call his brother and do his job. This light. It needs to stop calling for him! It needs to leave him alone! It does not exist! This light. This light. This light. This light. This cured golden light! 

Douglas felt like he was losing his mind until something snapped in him and he returned back to reality but something was wrong, the moment his head was clear again, he found himself in the midst of the forest.

“Sin whin did ah gang ben ‘ere ‘n’ why?” he quietly asked himself as he looked around and realized just how deep inside the forest and completely and utterly lost he was. 

He had no idea how he ended up there and was genuinely questioning his sanity when he urgently grabbed his chest as the feeling of lacking oxygen came over him. Douglas leaned on a tree for support when he was bathed in cold sweat and gasping for air, realizing he was having a panic attack.

He did not want to become one of the many people that went lost and never returned, he wanted to go home. He did not care if his brother might tease him a bit for getting in a situation this ridiculous, he just wanted his brother.

He felt his sight fading black and gravity dragging his body to the ground, his consciousness fading away, until he felt someone catching him. Douglas was positioned to sit down and felt someone’s hand on his forehead. The hand’s gentleness helped him calm down and soon he could breathe steadily again.

“He’s calming down, Mr Oliver.” Douglas heard a man’s voice saying.

“Thank God.” The other man, the one holding him replied with relief.

Douglas finally managed to open his eyes and was able to see two men standing in front of him. The one in the background was a slim and small man with dark gray unkempt hair. The man right in front of him was taller than Douglas with a broad build, and also unkempt hair that was dark brown and reached over his shoulders. His eyes were green, a few shades darker than Duck’s, more emerald green-like. Both’s clothes were very shaggy and they had many stubbles as if they hadn’t had any chance to shave in a while.

“Are you alright?” The taller man asked in a smooth deep voice. “Yes…I think so..thank ye so much.” Douglas tried to be as polite as possible in his situation.

“You’re welcome,” he answered gently, “I was actually considering leaving you behind due to our circumstances but seeing how genuine your distress was, I just could not look away.”

This answer confused Douglas a bit as he did not know about said circumstances but he appreciated the help regardless.

“You are from here?” he was asked.

“Nae completely. Ah moved ‘ere ainlie a year ago. Ah wirk fur Sur Topham Hatt ‘n am proud o’it.” he forced a smile when he explained.

“I see, I see…you’re originally from Scotland, aren’t you?” the large man concluded with Douglas confirming it.

“Figured. That was the thickest Scottish accent I’ve ever heard in my life.” The man chucked, which made Douglas chuckle himself. 

For a moment the Scotsman completely forgot about his dire situation and thought it would be better to learn more about the two individuals that found him before acting any further, “Douglas McIntosh is th’name. Wha urr ye twa?”

“I am Tyler Swindon! But you can call my Toad, Mr Douglas!” The smaller man introduced himself politely.

“And I am Oliver.” the taller man replied, Douglas noticing a slight grimace at the moment Oliver mentioned his name.

“Ne lest name?” Douglas raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” Oliver sighed and Douglas changed the subject, “Ah git lost ‘ere oot o’ a moment o’ unexplained lack o’ common sense. How come urr ye ‘ere?”

Oliver hesitated for a moment, thinking of a proper response.

“I think we can trust him, Mr Oliver.” Toad said sincerely, “He’s from here and he seems to be a very nice and trustworthy person.”

Oliver agreed with Toad and took a deep breath before responding with a serious glare:

“Escaping.”

“Fae whit?”

“Assassination.” 

[wysteriaisapenguin]

Beware of Montague Collett. He may seem like any hardworking train driver on Northern Western Railway, but once he has his axe out, you better run. An encounter with him can be frightening and fatal...

Duck doesn’t seem too worried about it though. 

Happy Birthday @bruhstation ! 

[just-an-emily-existing]

“I think any opportunity you have to be green whether it's in business or in everyday life, you should take it.”

- Montague Collette

[verypsbfan019]

Duck when he was 19-20 years old working at Paddington station💚🦆🚂

By that time, he was known as Jacqueline (Jackie for short). He was perceived as a woman by his coworkers and family. Although he never felt connected with his assigned gender at birth, it took him two more years to realize that he was trans (and started his transition some time after that) 👀

[bruhstation]

What inspired you to make Duck the way he is?

it all started many months ago when my friend from twitter got fixated on american psycho,

[lavenderrosiefan]

Here's Duck! (again)

Element: Life Battle Class: Brawler Catchphrase: It's waddle time!

[biggsodorcitystories]

NWR Number Eight (GWR 5741):

Montague "Duck" McIntosh (neè Collett)

WARNING: GENDER IDENTITY HEADCANONS

So, here is my design for Duck McIntosh - formally known as Montague Collett - the GREAT WESTERN engine. Currently, due to enforced gender dysphoria during their formative years, Duck is making temporary use of they/them pronouns while they come to terms with being able to express their gender. Duck is married to Donald, with whom they live on the Arlesbrough branch line (Aka the "Little Western") alongside Douglas, Oliver, and Toad. They have two children with Donald - Grace and Austin.

Duck was one of many near-identical siblings on the GREAT WESTERN railway and worked for much of their life at Paddington Station in London. Unfortunately, the controller of the time did not believe that his engines should express individuality and behave like the machines they were. He refused to refer to them as anything beyond "it" and "them" and actively discouraged any form of individual expression - including gender and especially romantic attachments.

Duck is, unfortunately, a very compliant engine with an almost religious reverence for rules and procedures, proving very easy to indoctrinate into the GREAT WESTERN Ways. As such, Duck believed themselves to be happy and proud to be a part of the GWR. Even if subconsciously, they knew something wasn't right.

Perhaps this is why Duck was willing to move to Sodor, where they soon proved to be a valuable - if somewhat forthright and annoying - addition to the North Western Railway. It was here that Duck began to notice the use and acceptance of gender by the other engines.

However, this did not come to a head until the arrival of Donald and Douglas. Instantly befriending the two, Duck began to develop an unfamiliar... "attachment" to them both. Completely uncertain even as to what they were feeling, let alone what to do about it, many frustrating years passed before Donald literally forced the issue of the now very serious feelings growing between them. With patient encouragement from Donald and his twin, Duck fell in love with and married Donald. Fortunately, the arrival of Oliver and Toad helped the twins to understand Duck's gender confusion and help them through it.

Duck is very hardworking, loyal to their friends, and is trying to be more mindful of their GREAT WESTERN pride. They are still very good friends with Percy, but have a very frosty relationship with Thomas. After a rocky start, Duck has settled into their life on Sodor with their North Western Railway family, diesels, and steam engines alike.

There is still a lot of bad blood between Duck and Diesel, but it seems that both have reached an unspoken agreement to not acknowledge the existence of one another as much as they can.

[sodorz]

i always thought it was really funny/jokey that duck was on the tumblr sexyman wiki but didnt....super get it? but w/ senja's duck i understand completely