#ttte Godred

[b1anketplask]

There's some "i can't sleep" doodles

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 26-Loss

Traintober 2023

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Day 26-Summit

Loss

Culdee quietly pulled up to the platform at top station as the sun neared the Atlantic.

His crew walked away, leaving him to his privacy.

The autumn wind was strong up here, but Culdee did not fear the wind.

"Hello Godred." He said.

The wind turned, curling around his boiler reassuringly.

Culdee stared at the ground, "they're building a new number one." He finally said. The wind stopped for a long moment then curled lightly around his cab in an embrace.

"It's to celebrate the line's 100th birthday...and ours I suppose."

Culdee gave a broken laugh, "I don't like it." He said bitterly, "You are our number one. We don't need another."

The wind swirled around his funnel, blowing away the steam he'd let off in frustration.

He looked over the island for a long moment, letting the view and the wind calm him.

"They're gonna use the parts you gave us in the new engine." Culdee mused quietly, "But it isn't gonna work is it? You're long gone."

The wind stopped for a moment, then resumed, blowing away Culdee's tears.

"Happy Birthday brother," Culdee whispered.

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CLANG

Culdee groaned as he pulled to a stop. He had been looking forward to reaching the sheds, now they had and inspect him. The ravens in the mountain loved attention and had figured out at some point that if they dropped something on the engines they would stop.

The culprit swooped down, landing on Culdee's buffer beam and looking quite pleased with herself.

"You just couldn't let me get home, could you?" He asked dryly.

The raven just preened under his attention.

"Uh...Culdee..."

"Yes, Driver?" Culdee asked, hoping nothing had been damaged.

His driver stepped around, and in his hands was an old weather-worn whistle.

[duncandonuts06]

Now that's what I call Rock N' Roll!

my side of an art trade with @glowynviator !

Decided to draw your awesome Duncan because his design is too perfect. I just HAD to give him his RAF jacket because I am a sucker for anything aviation related, and I love how it ties into his punk like personality.

Got a little creative and designed him an electric guitar. I based it on Elvis' to stick with the classic Rock N' Roll theme you gave him. We'll call it his "Pop Special Tour" wink wink nudge nudge

I also threw in a little doodle of Godred because I love your Culdee Fell boys!!!

Their trench coats are really fitting and the piping around the collar accents it so well. Thank you so much for the art trade! This was so fun!

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 26 - Summit

James and the Culdee Fell Engine:

James the red engine was in a foul mood. A storm had caused an electric pantograph on the Peel Godred Branch to break, and none of the electric engines could leave their sheds. So James had to pull their trains instead. The red engine did not enjoy it – he had to deal with Arry and Bert as well as do the work of four engines.

“I can’t spare any other engines, sorry,” the Fat Controller sighed. “But I’ve reduced the timetable as much as I can for you.”

It was still too much work.

One evening, James assembled a train of alumina at Killdane, and began up the line. He grumbled all the way, bumping the trucks if he even thought he heard them plotting. Finally, the trucks had had enough and they all applied their brakes at once. James tried to restart the train, but it was no use. The steep gradient and heavy load trapped him in place.

“Get… moving… you!” he roared. “If you want,” the trucks replied. They released their brakes suddenly, and James shot forwards. He jumped the rails at the points, and crunched to a stop on the ballast. The trucks cackled with delight. James huffed, and let off steam. His crew stepped down.

“Well, that’s torn it,” groaned the driver. “I’ll go ahead to the next station and alert the stationmaster, you go back down the line to put up detonators and tell the signalman.” The two nodded, and left. James was alone, sat between the points. But not for long.

“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” snorted an engine from the Mountain Railway. James looked over, curious. He hadn’t seen any of the Mountain engines – they were all stowed in their sheds for the winter. But at the engine’s words, his curiosity turned to indignity.

“Excuse me! It’s these trucks – all they do is cause trouble.” “Oh?” The engine raised an unimpressed eyebrow – James wondered if that was a skill that all old engines had mastered. This engine certainly looked old! His purple paintwork had seen better days, and there was coal dust blanketing the top of his boiler. “Yes!” James snapped. “Slipping on their brakes and then releasing them like that, it’s dangerous!”

“And was the way you were bumping your trucks not also dangerous?” asked the engine. “It seems rather careless to me – you ought to focus on the track, rather than on whether or not your trucks are talking.” “Who are you to tell me how to pull trains?!” demanded James. He peered at the engine’s nameplate, but couldn’t quite read it – it had a thick layer of grime obscuring the letters. He thought he maybe saw an e, perhaps a c? But then again, the grime was too thick to tell. The engine’s driver -a man with a long grey beard and what looked like a white tunic shirt – stood in his cab, but did nothing to clean the mess.

“I’ve been around a lot longer than you, youngster,” sniffed the purple engine. “And it’s good advice.” “It sounds like something Duke would say,” sniffed James. “The old fuddy-duddy likes those sorts of proverbs.” “He did,” the engine said. James paused. “What?” “I knew Duke, many, many years ago. He had similar advice for us when our railway opened. If only all of us had taken it…”

James thought back, trying to recall what he knew about the Culdee Fell Railway nestled up in the hills. The Reverend had written a book about it a long, long time ago – but all he remembered from that book was Lord Har—no, Patrick. Was that who the little engine was referring to?

“If you mean Patrick,” huffed James, “then I already know to be careful around points.” The engine sniggered – and glanced down at the points that had derailed James. James went as red as his paintwork, and let off steam. “I—” “But I didn’t mean him,” the engine went on, surprising James. “Who did you mean then?” asked the red engine.

“Godred,” said the engine. James frowned, trying to remember where he’d heard the name before. He knew it was the name of an ancient Sudrian king… but there was something else…

“Godred ran on this line,” the engine went on. “But he didn’t look where he was going. He was reckless… careless… he didn’t look at the track… and in the mountains, such carelessness can be fatal.”

Then, it hit James.

GODRED!

He was the engine who’d rolled down the side of the mountain, the engine who’d died within a month of the line opening. His story was told as a warning to young engines!

“I’m not that careless!” spluttered James. “I thought so too,” murmured the engine, beginning to back away. “I have to go now… back to the summit.” “The summit?” quizzed James. “But your sheds are right there!” “No… I must go to the summit,” the engine replied. “I am not welcome here.” The grime fell from his nameplate, revealing the engine’s name—

“Are you alright James?” called his driver. James looked over – and when he looked back, the engine was gone. But James had already seen it. His eyes were wide with shock and horror.

No…

It wasn’t possible…

But then he heard a haunting whistle from high up in the mountains above him – a whistle not his own, coming from the summit – and he knew.

He’d just spoken with Godred.

Back to Master Post

[striderl]

Proteus: I need to reconsider my life choices

.... / . / .-.. / .--. (HELP)

Proteus: My Lady, I need you to make a choice in this instance: send them back to hell or obliterate them. I’m not babysitting three irritating ghosts! I’m too old for this!!!

[dieselstooyou]

Day 11: Roundhouse

Which one would you go through.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Oki now I'm curious about your Alfred (on totally normal and not simp wise levels) like does he always need to do deals and how does his lamp work and does he usually carry it with him?? Etc etc I need to know everything abt him pls 👀👀💚💚

All righty!! Imma be rambling a lot so first off I totally love him as well like he’s so messed up in a positive way OK well yeah I was mainly inspired by this Thomas fan film called MYSAERY-The Engine Prideful by Tines Sensahthe(where Alfred gets them glowing eyes) on the downfall and prices of greed, pride jealousy and envy of him being able to grant wish, anything you can imagine and desire. and then he wishes he wants, with it getting lost in translation or too straightforward it’ll happened instantly but at the price of him having your soul in five years or if you die earlier or within those five years/before they end he’ll come and drag you to hell.

The wishing tunnel is that he was literally the spirit of it and I like that idea so much so it’s basically the same concept except he’s one of “Proteus” ‘successors’ cause Proteus (he’s kinda like Gabriel) is an entity who came around the time Lady appeared and he’s kind of messed up entity who’s thinks humanity should be erased and recreate the universe again where he and Lady avoid each other, but he screws both Alfred and Kyle up really badly though they handled it differently albeit terribly more so on Alfred’s side.

Proteus comes in around the time Alfred gets booted out of Sodor for his behavior and nearly killing Cecil among other things(he’d doesn’t try and kill Gordon and Henry here cause he’s friends with Gordon cause family issues and lner solidarity go brrr until everything falls apart) and offers him magic and abilities to get payback for a price of course but then lady steps in and she’s like nope and as punishment, she puts Alfred in the tunnel so he doesn’t cause any harm but Proteus’s magic is still inside him so he acts like a jinn which is a big inspiration for his version cause he’s the opposite of Kyle so he’s a foil to him in their views on life and letting folks live or die and unlike Kyle who’s invisible to the naked eye and only seen by other spirits and that Kyle can’t really grant wishes while Alfred can be seen but he can only do deals and grant wishes to actually get out of the tunnel for a certain amount of time till he is forced to return cause he’s bound to it and later the teakettle he’s in.

Alfred’s for his part agrees with a majority of proteus’s views that they are selfish and this isn’t helped by people/humanoids whi when they find him got many greedy self-fulling demands that he will grant despite the consequences of their actions (he gets a thrill to see them fail and burn to the ground) plus a majority of the time they perished before the 5 years end and he gladly swoops in for his end of the bargain cause they’ll never escape if they even try and back out. On terms on how he gets along with the others he’s got rather mixed loyalties with Proteus cause he senses that he’s hiding some secrets well so is he he’s good at reading folks like that, he gets along well with Godred over bonding being trapped in one place for so long even when they fight and argue, torn between nervous and frustrated around Timothy he gets unnerved by him and got the worse relationship with Lucy,Kyle and Lady as they’re constantly telling him off over his treatment of the souls he keeps locked and trapped in jewelry(like the beads broach and earrings he wears)where Lady offend visits him and judges the souls he has so that they could peacefully pass on if they wish much to his annoyance though he’s too intimidated to do much he’s tried before it didn’t end well for him so sly remarks then.

Lucy is the Grimm Reaper, shed’s like Death from Puss and Boots Alfred’s messing with fate he’s taking advantage of others cause it makes him feel powerful and he’s doesn’t care about how harmful his actions are,she’s constantly trying to cut him off a few legs and both make arguments over how the other is literally burnt up and rotting (the glowing green and shadow hands Alfred has is from Lady, a punishment and warning while the scars are from fights he’s gotten overtime). Kyle, wowie they don’t get along Kyle will jump him whenever he has the chance cause Alfred and Godred kidnapped Stanley(narrow gauge/msr his boyfriend) and Alfred has tried to convince Kyle that’s all humans are terrible, cause they both fought in wars and that’s how Kyle perished right by the hands of humans (and how humanoids were more likely to be sacrificed and mistreated in humanoid au) and Kyle focuses on the positive aspects of life and he’s treated with much more respect and loved but Alfred constantly reminds how he’s bound to the lucky lamp and unable to be heard or seen by anyone they throws jabs at each other and poke holes in their views and he and godred constantly calls him proteus much to his annoyance and anger.

For for the lamp or teakettle part, he does need to carry it around but he mainly has others do it for him cause he’s kindave petty and mainly cause of the deal he and Thomas did cause Thomas was in a near-death experience but he can’t teleport around like Kyle does with the Lucky Lamp much to his chagrin but hey babysteps with unlearning unhealthy mannerisms.

[thebunnylord]

In my human AU, Godred survived the initial fall when his engine fell off the side of the mountain, but had sustained a spinal injury and a severe head injury. Because it was hard to access the mountain side where the accident was, it took a while for rescue to come and take him to hospital. A few of the passengers ended up making a stretcher out of blankets and carrying him back up the mountain where he was then taken back down to the station in another engine. He was luckily unconscious at the time but because it took so long to get him down the mountain and his spine was never stabilized, he died on the way down the mountain.

People have debated on whether or not Godred could have been saved. Some say that if the passengers had taken the time to properly stabilize his spine and head, or waited until the rescuers came and treated him, he would’ve had a chance. Others say that given the technology at the time, he would’ve been dead by the time help arrived and he was doomed from the start.

[steam-beasts]

Please tell me Godred wasn't cannibalized for his parts after he broke up in your au /lh

Yeah, Godred is dead. But he wasn't a monster engine. My au takes place after BWBA, so no one was infected in that time, I don't think engine infections would've been a thing back in the early 1900s.

[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

[lunarfeat21]

G H O S T S O F S U D R I A N H O R R O R T A L E S

(well, the three stooges of t&f horror. Gonna draw more soon >:3)

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Aw yes, one of the heathens from t&f horror videos/audio stories (especially the Alfred jumpscare, like, jesus dude you give me a heart attack with Timmy over there...), also sorry for the messy lines. Will do cleaner lineart in the future! I had so much fun playing with colors and it satisfies me to no end :3

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[ryan1014n2]

"They brought Godred home the next day. "'We've no money to mend you' said our Manager, 'so you'll go to the back of the Shed!' "As time went on, poor Godred got smaller and smaller till nothing was left." "Wha . . . what happened?" asked Duncan anxiously. "It's not nice to talk about," said Culdee. "But what happened? Why isn't it nice?" "Our Drivers used Godred's parts to mend us," answered Culdee mournfully.

Godred, everybody.

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (208)

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 16 - Purpose

What Is An Engine's Purpose, Godred?

What is an engine’s purpose?

It’s an interesting question. Theoretically, there is only one answer, and it’s a simple answer above all. There is no deep philosophical debate or grand mystery that spans out across the universe for all time to ponder.

And yet, Godred pondered it. Lying on his side, crumpled, he wondered quietly about his purpose. The little engine tried to take a breath, only to groan and almost choke on a rivet that had ripped its way out of his smokebox. Everything hurt. There was a tree branch that had managed to lodge itself through his cab and into his firebox – now it was beginning to smoulder as the burning coals of his firebox set it alight. Soon his entire cab would be a raging inferno.

“So… what is an engine’s purpose?” asked a voice. Godred blinked his only working eye open, trying to shift the grit and dirt out of his eyelid before gazing around. A figure dressed all in white stepped forwards, gazing down at the young engine.

“Wha—” Godred didn’t even manage to complete a single word before he was reduced once more to a hacking cough, one which rattled his frames and managed to finally rip his safety valve from where it had been bent at an oblong angle. The clang of the valve hitting the ground resounded across Culdee Fell.

“Ah, I see,” sighed the figure. “You did not realise it until too late, did you?” Godred didn’t reply – he felt that the answer to that question was a little too obvious, considering his current position. His mangled wheels groaned; an axle snapped and the upper half ripped into his motion, dragging a pained moan from his tattered vocal chords.

The figure knelt down in front of Godred, placing a comforting hand on his cheek. It came away red with blood; but Godred’s crew had managed to jump to safety.

“I… I was blind,” admitted Godred, finally able to speak more than a single syllable. “I… destroyed myself.” The figure sighed, stepping back for a second to size Godred up. Godred did the same.

The figure was dressed in a white robe, one that looked not too dissimilar to the robes worn by the Monks at the church at the foot of Culdee Fell. He had a plain rope cincture tied around his waist, and plain sandals on his feet. Most interestingly, he had a long, white beard and a gentle, loving smile.

“I suppose you were, dear engine,” the figure said. “Though I wonder if that was your purpose?” Godred frowned.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” he demanded. The figure hummed for a moment, before gently sitting down on a boulder beside where Godred had landed.

“Your purpose as an engine was to transport passengers and freight from one place to another, correct?” the figure asked. Godred agreed. “Well, that was your purpose until you derailed. Now, you are a martyr, or perhaps a warning. The railway will forever remember you, and you shall forever act as the spectre that hangs over them and wards them from recklessness.”

Godred scowled.

“That sounds like some nonsense that a priest would say! Are you one of them? Do you work at the church?”

The figure considered for a moment.

“That is one way to say it,” he said after a moment. “I definitely am a Christian – perhaps you’ve heard of me?” Godred snorted.

“Unlikely. The only great Christian person in this region is Saint Machan, and he’s been dead nearly 1500 years!”

“Ah, so you have heard of me.” Godred’s eyes went wide. He looked back – his corporeal body lay smashed and destroyed behind him, but he could see it! He could see every inch of his wrecked boiler, could see his battered cab and mangled valve gear.

“I’m… dead?” whispered Godred, almost fearfully. Saint Machan nodded, and wordlessly strode over to the wreck of the steam engine. He performed a few quick ceremonies over the husk of an engine, then turned to Godred.

“My purpose, young Godred, was once to spread the good word. Now, I bring the tortured souls the mountain steals to the afterlife, where they may find peace with god.” Godred shook his head, horrified – he could shake his head.

“No… no… it can’t be! I’m the Number One! I cannot be dead – I am eternal, I had the luck of Godred on my side!” Saint Machan waited patiently for Godred to finish babbling, then turned to the spirit staring mournfully at his former body.

“So, any last rites?”

Back to Master Post

[stuarts-randomplace]

some ¿edits? i made

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*duck chasing diesel*

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lady and godred got in "trouble"....

and proteus is already done xd

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happy old hook is scared to talk to people

and diesel-10 helps him even though he doesn't like to admit it :D

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donald is talking and douglas is thinking about something else

[dieselstooyou]

I'm not dead, just been busy with a lot of things ^^".