thunderxleafart · 2 months ago
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Look, it's the Little Western gang! :D Huzzah! The original concept for this piece was in September of last year, and this wip has been kicking around in my art folder ever since. And for the last few months it's been 2/3rds of the way done and just... sitting there LMAO But at last, it's finished! And I'm very happy with how it turned out in the end! :D
Backgrounds continue to be the bane of my existence, but hey, you can't get better if you don't try, right? And playing with the lighting and shadows was a lot of fun so it evens out in the end! First time drawing Oliver too! And I think he's looking v cute <3 I love all of these charries so much, and I'm sure this won't be the last y'all will see of any of them. xD (Though maybe I won't go quite so hard next time... we'll see LOL) Anyway, enjoy these funky lil trains! <3 Cuz I know I sure do! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oliver, Donald, Douglas & Duck (c) TTTE Art (c) Me! <3
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aryartzs-ttte · 7 months ago
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THE GRESLEY BROTHERS
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thatcheeseycandle · 27 days ago
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T2024: Day 4, Great Race | TC-LRAU
Everything was burning. Everything was burning hotter than the sun, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop!
As he felt his stream-lining shell start to break away with steam bursting through, making his boiler crack even more than before, but it was even quicker to do so as it had been broken up from all that he held in to keep himself from going back to Sodor. To continue on.
He can’t die right now- he can’t! Please, please not now, not now. All his thoughts at that moment were pleading to Lady Above that he wouldn’t fail right there and then, or worse, especially not in front of all of these people and engines. His brother especially.
After so many years of entertaining one crowd, Sodor, the thought of being able to show what he was capable of to an entirely new audience was enthralling to him. It was an opportunity he’d take after so long of waiting to stay in this loop.
He took it, right when Sir Topham Hatt mentioned it, he took the offer much to his controller, and his own, surprise. With all the safety precautions, he was sure incidents weren’t most likely to occur.
His mind started to fill with thoughts he had suppressed for too long, making this even worse as his anxiety rose, fearing for the worse. And surprise, surprise, it had indeed came true as he heard the whistle of a familiar face, snapping him back to reality.
As he glanced around the track, he would feel the wind swirl through the cracks of his shelling as Spencer sped by, feeling his boiler weaken even more as consciousness crept up from the back of his mind, in a painfully slow way.
He could just feel Spencer starting to panic even faster than he was, simply speeding up to avoid the ghastly sight that was the process of becoming a corpse. Hearing the muffled voice of the announcer halting the engines that were behind him to stop, he’d try to apply his brakes but it would multiply the agony by pushing the stuck pieces of debris more into the little crevices near the brakes.
And because of that, his wheels would screech against the rails beneath him, wearing them down. Then, he’d hear the muffled sound of a plate breaking as a part of his forehead started to numb, he could see a golden liquid flow at the corner at his eye.
As the numbness faded out, now replaced with a sensation similar to that of multiple cuts reopening themselves after being stitched up, his vision would start to feel like looking through a cracked pane of glass—-
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“Are you quite sure about this?”
“Of course I am! Besides, why not test if these new wings of mine can benefit me in this form?”
“Well if they don’t prove to be worthy, I’ll just have to donate my own wings to you.”
“You’d be out of your right mind if so!” he laughed as he stretched out his wings a bit.
It had only been a year since he had been blessed with a name, and of course, it’s even more magical than it had been described by others. That shiver that ran through him when he woke up with that name plate on him after a little checkover by the engineers. It was amazing.
But of course, that night where he had just returned from a run and Solario had suddenly bumped into him, had caused him to discover this new human-like mechanical form of his. Though he had no issue with it, Solario was quite on edge from nightmares from what he had heard and it was about time he had learnt about this new form.
Well technically he had known about it ever since he had stumbled onto Gordon in his own humanoid form.
Though his train of thought would be cut off as he glanced at Gordon, who would be stretching his own wings as both of them glanced at what was in front of them. It would be-
“Oh this cliff is as beautiful as I remembered it!”
It would be a cliff, the slope would practically be invisible as the view below it was a bit nerve wracking yet thrilling. Oh to see the world below from above such a height like this would be amazing, hence why they’re here. 
He’s already proved he could glide off the ground a bit, why not do it from a great height!
As he stretched out his wings as far as he could, taking a glance at Gordon who was looking beyond the horizon, he’d look to what was infront of him as well. The warmth of dawn as the sun had fallen down to the south to rest at last, leaving the moon to finally rise.
“Scotsman.”
“Yes?”
“I promise, to make up for all of my mistakes, I’ll be there when something goes wrong. I’ll be on standby.”
He’d look at Gordon sympathetically. “You don’t need to make up for anything, dear brother. But thank you. The same goes for me with you, I promise to keep you safe as well.”
“Thank you.”
Scotsman stood precariously at the edge of a towering cliff, the wind tousling his hair and filling his lungs with the crisp, invigorating scent of the open sky. 
Below him stretched a breathtaking landscape, an expanse of emerald valleys and serpentine rivers shimmering under the midday sun, a view so vast and beautiful it almost made him forget the gnawing sense of doubt that always lingered at the back of his mind. His wings, short and stubby, quivered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation; they were hardly the kind of appendages that would allow for any real flight, but today felt different. 
Today, there was an inexplicable urge pushing him forward, a whisper in his soul urging him to leap into the abyss and embrace whatever awaited him in the open air. He had often watched his brother Gordon soar effortlessly above the ground, his magnificent wings—large, powerful, and beautifully designed, complete with metallic tips that gleamed like swords in the sunlight—gliding through the sky with an elegance that Scotsman could only dream of. 
Yet here he was, standing on the precipice, contemplating a jump, unsure of what he might discover about himself.
With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and took a step forward, feeling his heart race as gravity threatened to pull him down. But instead of falling, Scotsman felt an unexpected buoyancy, a lightness that lifted him up and out into the vast expanse of the sky, his body suspended as if cradled by the air itself. 
The world below shrank rapidly, and for a moment, pure exhilaration flooded through him; he was flying, or at least floating, caught in an exhilarating dance with the wind that whipped around him. 
It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and the feeling of weightlessness enveloped him in a cocoon of joy. Up here, he felt free, liberated from the constraints of earthbound existence. 
Yet, amid the thrill, a troubling awareness began to gnaw at him: this incredible ability was not something he understood, nor did he know how long it would last. There was a strange energy pulsating within him, a warmth that surged and ebbed like a flickering flame, and with each passing second, he sensed that this magic was draining, like a well running dry.
As he soared higher, he glanced down, the ground appearing more distant and hazy, the trees like mere dots, and an irrational fear began to creep into his heart. How long could he sustain this? His wings flapped uselessly, offering no real support, only a rhythmic flutter that accompanied the growing panic within him. 
Soon, he felt the first heavy tug of gravity asserting itself, the joyous buoyancy beginning to slip away like grains of sand through his fingers. Scotsman gasped as he realized he was beginning to descend, the world rushing up to meet him far more quickly than he had anticipated. It was not long before the exhilarating thrill of floating transformed into the cold grip of fear, and in that moment of despair, he felt utterly alone, suspended between the ground and the sky, a mere moment away from disaster.
But just as he began to fall, a powerful rush of wind announced Gordon’s arrival. Scotsman looked up to see his brother soaring toward him, wings spread wide and majestic, cutting through the air with practiced grace. 
“SCOTSMAN! BROTHER!”
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‘BROTHER!’
Is what he would’ve yelled out had it not been for the lump that formed near his vocal cords, gripping tightly on them as he witnessed in horror his own brother start to become as literal as his name. 
He would try to speed up, trying to call out to him, but every attempt would be in vain as his mind clawed at him. His own mind betraying himself. Even though he knew his brother was in agony just by looking at him, debris flying towards the engines behind him, he couldn’t talk.
But at last, as he slid back his smoke deflectors as much as he could without resisting, he would glance at his brother through blurred eyes from the flames that brought a nerve wracking warmth near his face, opening his mouth to call out to him-
“Evacuate the area! All engines behind NWR N. 4 must remain behind him for safety, and for those ahead of him, get as far as you can then head to the emergency sidings marked with white flags!”
‘Get as far as you can’ was all that rang in his mind as he looked to the engines on the track beside his, their distraught faces being carved into his mind everytime he looked at them. He’d try to brush it off as he heard mumbles from Gordon, trying to focus on him instead.
But Scot, those glaring eyes that gaze towards you, couldn’t you consider what they have to say? What to say about your poor weak brother in this moment? How unreliable he currently looks as they pity him? Hm?
“Scot- Please–”
How could you associate yourself with such a weak sibling? It was a surprise enough such an antique were to appear in such a grand streamlined shell, hell, it was a surprise he even still survived!
Stop, stop. His ears rang as he finally looked at Gordon in the right mind, his eyes widening as he saw the… The cracks. No, those weren’t any cracks. The yellow tint in his eyes was shifting colours, to that colour.
Oh look at him, it seems his time is up. A shame, really. He would’ve been a fine static display next to Mallard, don’t you think?
Scotsman’s thoughts spiraled, a mix of disbelief and dread. How had it come to this? Gordon, once a paragon of strength and pride, now reduced to this fragile state. The cracks were spreading, like a disease consuming him from within. Scotsman could almost hear the mocking whispers of the other engines, the silent judgment of the museum visitors.
He deserves better than this, Scotsman thought, a pang of sorrow piercing his heart. But what could be done? Time was merciless, and even the mightiest engines couldn’t escape its grasp.
Gordon’s eyes met his, a flicker of recognition and despair. “Scotsman… I…”
No, don’t speak. Save your strength, old friend. Scotsman wished he could say the words aloud, but they remained trapped in his mind, a silent plea for mercy.
Accept it, Scotsman. This is the end for him. Embrace the future, and let the past fade away.
But how could he? How could he let go of the memories, the shared triumphs and struggles? Gordon was more than just an engine; he was a brother, a comrade. Scotsman’s resolve wavered, his anxiety mounting. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, suffocating.
I can’t watch this. I can’t bear it. The thought echoed in his mind, growing louder with each passing second. His wheels trembled, and he felt an overwhelming urge to flee, to escape the unbearable sight of Gordon’s decline.
Without another thought, Scotsman turned away, his heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. He couldn’t stay. He couldn’t watch his brother fade away. As he slid his smoke deflectors with a click, speeding up as fast as he can, the echoes of Gordon’s struggles haunted him, a reminder of the relentless march of time and the fragility of even the strongest among them.
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Gordon’s wings were a magnificent sight to behold, the feathers layered in a way that mimicked the natural world but were imbued with a glimmering strength, the metallic tips shining brightly in the sunlight, embodying both beauty and might. Scotsman felt a jolt of relief shoot through him as Gordon’s keen eyes locked onto his, the familiar warmth of his brother’s presence igniting a flicker of hope in his heart. 
With a fierce determination, Gordon swooped down, his powerful wings propelling him forward at breathtaking speed. Scotsman’s heart raced as he felt the air shift around him, and before he knew it, Gordon was there, his strong arms wrapping around Scotsman with an assurance that chased away the shadows of fear.
In an instant, the world shifted again, and instead of falling, Scotsman found himself cradled in the safety of Gordon’s embrace, his brother’s wings working in harmony with the currents of air to lift them both up, soaring effortlessly back toward the sky. 
Scotsman clung tightly, heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and awe as they glided together, the thrill of being so high, so alive, rushing through him like a wildfire. The initial panic faded, replaced by the warmth of familial love and the realization that he was not alone in this moment, that even in his darkest fears, his brother would always be there to catch him, to support him when the weight of the world felt too heavy to bear.
As they descended slowly, Gordon’s laughter rang out like music, filling the air with joy, a sound that grounded Scotsman in reality, reminding him that even if he could not fly on his own, he was always anchored by the unbreakable bond they shared.
When they finally landed on solid ground, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over everything, and Scotsman felt a newfound appreciation for the experience, a profound understanding that it was not merely about the act of flying but about the connections that uplifted him, the moments shared with his brother that truly made him feel alive.
Even as he grappled with the mystery of his floating ability, he felt an assurance that he was not defined by his limitations but rather by the love and support that surrounded him. The sky, once a realm of dreams and doubts, now felt like a place of possibility, a canvas upon which he could paint new stories alongside his brother, one leap at a time. 
And in that moment of quiet realization, standing side by side with Gordon, he knew that the journey was far from over, that together they would discover the heights they could reach, not just through the power of wings but through the strength of their bond, forever ready to leap into the unknown together.
But at this very moment as Gordon looks back at this memory through the line between unconsciousness and the cruel reality that is happening right now, that’s quite the lie, isn’t it?
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raspberry-tulip · 5 months ago
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More human ttte designs! Now I have my human designs for Spencer and Flying Scotsman.
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My grey markers were wasted so I used a silver marker for Spencer. I really enjoyed making these, even though drawing Scot’s nose was a nightmare 🥲
I’ve never struggled with someone’s nose before, other than the time when I was painting Mehmed ii. I also struggled with his eyebrows, if they are thick enough or not.
Like, this was me drawing Scotsman:
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Also, would you guys dislike me if I said that Spencer is one of my favourite characters, and even if I don’t dislike him, Scot’s eyebrows give me a seizure? 🙂
I looked up their clothes and hairstyles on Pinterest and Google.
Idk if it’s visible on the photo but I’ve given Scot some burn(?) wounds on his arm and neck, caused by some events. I might also make some headcanon posts. They also have pet dogs.
I hope you like these! I might draw a few more designs before I may do ship related stuff. I have a few designs in mind, but I would love to get requests from people :) (my only concern is that I don’t know many characters and/or I get distracted easily).
I wish y’all a nice day/night/afternoon! :D
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happyspookysteamer · 2 years ago
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hkpika07 · 2 years ago
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The Choice
The story is that Gordon is offered a job racing and touring the world alongside his brother. He wouldn’t have to pull goods trains or shunt his own coaches. He’d be the most famous and important engine in the world. He’d be showered with praise. And he gets to be with his brother again just how they used to be before Gordon came to Sodor and Scot went away. Duck even says that there’s a good possibility that Gordon would even outlive most of the engines on Sodor because of this position. It’s Gordon’s dream that he’s had ever since he was first built. It’s all he’s ever wanted.
But he turns it down. He turns it down because as perfect as that position sounds he’s already happy staying with his family on Sodor. And he wouldn’t trade the world for that. The others are confused at his decision. And Gordon hides it under his usual Gordon Jargon like “Leave? And who’d pull the express? James? Henry? Pah! You’d be lucky they stay on the rails.” But the people who know Gordon know. They know why he declined.
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sekiumiarashi · 2 years ago
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Red and I talk near constantly about Gordon and Scot reconciliation, I just had to draw a scene from after it. they’re a family your honor
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butterfrogmantis · 2 years ago
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Where else would you get these totally random and highly specific crossovers if not for your old pal Butters ey?
Bill and Ben (c) TTTE / Thomas The Tank Engine And Friends
Gutsy (c) The Smurfs
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dream--writing · 1 year ago
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Hey everyone! So I wanted to do something a little different. I’ve been recently been getting into the Thomas & Friends fandom here on Tumblr as the show was one of my favorites growing up and I’ve been having a lot of fun rewatching episodes and discovering ones I never saw before. So today I wanted to try a rewrite of the episode Escape! Not because I think it’s badly written, not at all. I just wanted to have a bit of fun with it, and add some more Douglas/Oliver as it is one of my favorite ships in the fandom. This was mainly inspired by the @asktrio516 au, which gives the engines the ability to transform into a human form. I feel that is a gross simplification, and I do apologize. But without any further ado, please enjoy!
Douglas was pulling a train of heavy coal trucks when he spotted Edward sitting in the yard talking to Trevor, and immediately became annoyed. “Come on, Edward!” he called as he steamed by. “Stop gossipin’ in the sun when there’s work ta be done.” Edward huffed but bid goodbye to Trevor to get back to work.
Later, Edward found Douglas standing by the coal chute and spoke to him. “There’s nothing wrong with having a chat with an old friend,” he said firmly. Douglas only huffed in response. Edward sighed and rolled his eyes. “You and he have a lot in common, you know.” “Like what?” Douglas snorted. Edward got a look on his face that could almost be described as devious. “Scrap,” he said quietly, crossing his arms. Douglas gasped, face turning pale. “Don’ mention that word! It makes ma wheels wobble!” It wasn’t that long ago that he or Donald or both of them faced the threat of being sent home and scrapped. Fortunately, the others had stepped in and pleaded with Sir Topham Hat, and the twins were allowed to stay. But even hearing about scrap made Douglas nervous. “It does the same to Trevor,” replied Edward, a kind smile returning to his face. “He was being sent to the scrapyard but the Vicar and I saved him. And now he’s really useful again.” Douglas felt guilt creep into his stomach. Perhaps he and Trevor were more similar than he had thought. “I’m sorry, Edward,” he said, “and I’ll apologize ta Trevor too. It’s just that there’s so much work ta be done, it’s making me irritated.” “You’re not wrong. Sir Topham Hat does need another steam engine here.” “Aye, and quickly!”
Around the same time, on the far part of the island, a steam engine and his break van were puffing through the countryside as fast as the engine could. They were determined not to go back to where they had come from, and to get as far away as possible. But little by little, the engine was losing steam, until he was forced to stop completely. In a cloud of gold dust, the engine transformed into a bruised and tattered young man, and collapsed. “Mr. Oliver!” The break van had transformed into a shorter man, also bruised and tattered, and he ran up to the fallen engine. Oliver breathed heavily, filling his lungs with precious air. He also wished for water, but that would do him no good. “I think...” he wheezed, “I’ve run out of coal. I’m sorry Toad.” This was a problem. Humans could hide more easily, but an engine could cover more distance more quickly. But without coal, the latter was impossible. Toad squeezed his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, Mr. Oliver. You’ve gotten us this far!” It was true, they had finally reached Sodor. But now what? Oliver looked around. “Toad, there, in the distance,” he said, pointing. “D’you suppose that’s a station?” Toad squinted in the direction Oliver indicated. “I think it might be, sir.” Oliver stumbled to his feet, Toad supporting him. Oliver gave an apologetic look to his friend. “Can you help me over? We’ll rest there.” The break van agreed, and the two slowly made their way over, finding a secluded part to sit down and rest. Oliver groaned, his worn parts protesting. After a long while of silence, he looked over to see Toad had fallen asleep. He’s exhausted, poor thing, Oliver thought. He hugged his friend close. “We’ll be okay, Toad, I promise,” he said as he watched the day turn to dusk.
That night, Douglas took the midnight goods train to that very same yard. As he had nothing to take back, he walked a little, stretching out his arms and legs. But as he passed a nondescript wall, he heard something that sounded like a gasp and he froze in place. He looked around, confused. “Is someone there?” Douglas called quietly.
Oliver had both hands covering his mouth, heart hammering against his chest. He hadn’t meant to make any noise, but when he had suddenly woken up to a whistle and approaching footsteps, he couldn’t help it. Toad had also woken up, eyes wide with fear. They were both thinking the same thing. What if they were discovered? Would they be sent back to their old railway? That would be the end for both of them. “Is someone there?” A voice called out with a thick Scottish accent. It didn’t sound like it belonged to a foreman, but Oliver had come too far to take any chances. As the footsteps came closer, he spied a metal pole lying nearby and curled his fingers around it.
Douglas received no reply to his question, but he was sure there was someone there. He approached the wall cautiously. He had just turned the corner when a metal pole was swung at him, barely missing his head. “Fizzlin’ fireboxes!” he yelped. “D-don’t come any closer!” a voice stammered. “Just forget you ever saw u-me and there’ll be no trouble!” Douglas stared. It was an engine, no doubt about it. His hair was loose and unkempt, with several white streaks running through it. His clothes were in a similar state, and his skin was marked with several cuts and bruises. He held the pole defensively in front of him, and his eyes were dark with distrust. And yet he was the most stunning person, engine or human, Douglas had ever seen.
He had apparently stared for too long, as the engine growled, “I said, go away!” Before he could raise the pole again, Douglas snapped out of it and held up his hands placatingly. “I mean ye nae harm!” he said, but the engine only narrowed his eyes. “Ma name is Douglas, I’m an engine from the Fat Controller’s railway.” The engine’s eyebrows raised. “The Fat Controller?” He straightened a little, but he was still at least a head shorter than Douglas. “Aye. And ye are?” He hesitated a moment. “...Oliver.” From behind Oliver, a head popped out. Oliver jumped. “Toad!” he scolded. He glanced back at Douglas and sighed. “And this is Toad, my break van.” “A break van?” Now it was Douglas’ turn to be surprised. He had never heard of a break van or any other truck being able to transform, but the proof was right in front of him.
Oliver hated to admit it, but he was slowly lowering his guard. The Fat Controller’s railway had been their goal, and here was an engine from that very railway. Not to mention he hadn’t shouted for someone the minute the pole had missed him. They needed help, and he wanted to trust this Douglas. (It didn’t hurt that he was quite handsome as well) “What are ye doing here?” Douglas asked. “Escaping,” Oliver replied, seeing no reason to hide the truth anymore. “From what?” “Scrap.” He lowered the pole completely, and Douglas could see the word “Scrap” painted on both his and Toad’s clothes. Douglas shivered, but then he remembered Edward’s story about saving Trevor.
“I’ll be glad to help ye!” Douglas said. “You will?” “Of course! I could never leave an engine in need. Besides, it just so happens we need another steam engine, if ye’re willin’, of course.” He gently took Oliver’s hands in his. Oliver glanced behind him. “I won’t leave without Toad,” he said firmly. Douglas smiled at the small break van. “I did mean both of ye. I’m sure you’ll both be welcomed. What do ye say?” Douglas looked at Oliver hopefully. For the first time since he left the railway, Oliver smiled a true, genuine smile, full of relief and the seeds of hope. “Thank you, so much,” he said, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Yes, thank you Mr. Douglas!” Toad cried, but not too loud.
“How do we get out of here?” “It’ll have to look like ye’re ready for scrap, and I’m takin’ ye away.” Oliver’s heart sped up. It was risky, but it was their only option. Best case scenario, they weren’t caught and could leave the yard with no problems. Worst case... Oliver squeezed Douglas’ hand. “Okay. I trust you.” Douglas smiled and dared to kiss his hand, both of them turning red. The trio hurried to the rails, and Oliver allowed himself to turn back into an engine. Toad transformed as well, coupling himself to Oliver and turning on his lamp. Douglas was in such a hurry, he changed still facing Oliver. “Nae time to turn around!” he said. “Let’s go!” 
But before they could clear the station they were stopped. The foreman had spotted them and blew his whistle, halting them. “Ah ha! A Great Western engine and a break van too, you can’t take these!” Oliver’s wheels quivered. They were so close! “Ach, but they’re not fer me,” Douglas replied easily, he must have rehearsed in his head. “See fer yerself!” The foreman studied the two of them, it seemed like he scrutinized every last detail. After what felt like an eternity, he gave a curt nod. “Seems in order. Right, away guard!” He blew his whistle again and they left as quick as they could. “That was a near thing,” huffed Douglas when they were out of earshot. “We’ve had worse,” smiled Oliver.
When they were a good distance away from the yard Douglas stopped. “Would ye two prefer to stay in ma cab?” he suggested. “It might be best if ye want to stay out of sight.” The engine and brake van agreed, and Douglas took the opportunity to face the proper direction. They then set off again, with Oliver and Toad riding in Douglas’ cab. “So ye’re a Great Western?” “I suppose so, although I certainly don’t look it,” Oliver laughed self-deprecatingly. “I didn’t mean it that way, it’s just that there’s another Great Western who works on our railway.” “Another Great Western?” “Aye, his name’s Duck and he’s even got his own branchline!” Douglas then proceeded to tell Oliver all about Duck, his brother, and all the other engines. Over the course of their journey, he shared so many stories of his time on Sodor. Oliver even shared some snippets of his life on his old railway, with Toad adding some points of his own. As the sun rose and they neared their destination, Oliver spoke up. “Douglas... whatever happens next, thank you... for everything.” Douglas felt a warmth that had nothing to do with his firebox. “Ye’re welcome. I promise, I won’t let anything happen ta ye.”
The sun had fully risen when they arrived at the sheds. Douglas could see the engines gathered there, including his brother and Duck. They were all talking with Sir Topham Hat. “Beg pardon, sir, but we do need another engine,” Duck was saying. “Yes, sir!” added Gordon. “A steam engine, sir!” “I’m afraid that unless one is saved from scrap there’s little hope,” sighed Sir Topham Hat. “But there is, sir!” Douglas burst out. The others startled and turned around to look at him. They had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed him come in. The Fat Controller frowned. “What do you mean?” “Go on,” Douglas whispered to his passengers. “It’s all right.” Oliver took a deep breath, and stepped out of the cab, helping Toad down as well. In a flash, Douglas was beside him, and took his hand, leading them over. “This is Oliver, a Great Western engine, and his brake van, Toad. They managed ta escape from being scrapped, and I know they’ll be really useful.” The others were amazed. Oliver blushed and murmured, “We did have a bit of help.” Toad shuffled closer to Oliver, not used to all this attention. Sir Topham Hat looked them up and down, and then he smiled. “Yes, indeed,” he said, “These two are just what we need for Duck’s branchline.” Everyone cheered, including Oliver and Toad. Oliver threw his arms around Douglas, hugging him tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he was nearly crying with happiness, and didn’t even care that everyone was watching. Duck ran up to them. “I’m so happy that I can work with another Great Western,” he beamed brightly. Oliver returned the smile. “I can say the same, Douglas has told me so much about you.” Donald came up behind Duck and waggled his eyebrows at his brother. Douglas rolled his eyes, he was in for a teasing later, he could tell. “All right then,” laughed Sir Topham Hat. “It’s off to the works for both of you!”
Oliver and Toad were mended and painted in full Great Western colors. Oliver’s hair became darker, with only one gray streak running through it at the top. His skin was cleared up and he wore a jacket whose green color was nearly the same as Duck’s. Toad didn’t change much, but he did have a smart new pair of overalls and his legs were repaired. Duck and Oliver became very close, and are quite happy on their branchline that eventually came to be known as the “Little Western”. Douglas spends time with Oliver whenever he can, and Oliver will always be grateful to the engine that saved his and Toad’s life. But how their friendship grew is a story for another time.
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the-railways-of-seidrey · 1 year ago
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The railway lines on Seidrey are the Gunnigrind & Tarfalam Line, Ben Fisag Branch, & Kirktobaness Light Railway, and the Tarfalam, Chraig, & Laughof Railway
The stations along the railways (and their Scots Gaelic translations
Main Line
Mainland from Wilkhaven, connecting to the Far North Line at Fearn
Tarfalam (Tarsainn Falamh)
• Tarfalam Chraig & Langhof Railway
Dochas (Dóchas)
Lubadmore (Lùbadh Mòr)
• Dairy
Gunn Castle (Caisteal Guinnich)
• Kirktobaness Light Railway
• Guinnich Brewery
Tradham (Ag Ionaltradh Neamh)
• Farm
Samchair (Sàmhchair mu Dheireadh)
Gunnigrind (Port O' Guinnich)
• Ben Fisag Branch
• MOD
• Main Shed
• Port/Fishing
•Stewart's Holiday Camp
Kirktobaness Light Railway
Gunn Castle (Caisteal Guinnich)
• Mainline
• Guinnich Distillery
Kirktobaness (Caisteal ri Taobh an Eas)
Ben Fisag Branch (Beinn Phiseag)
Gunnigrind (Port O' Guinnich)
• Mainline
• MOD
• Main Shed
• Port/Fishing
• Holiday Camp
Bailanns (Bhaile Anns na Beanntan)
• Bailanns Distillery
Gemsted (Áite Falaich)
• Game Lodge
Hörgr (Aoradh)
• Stone Quarry
Tarfalam, Chraig, & Langhof Railway
Tarfalam (Tarsainn Falamh)
• Mainline
Chraig Castle (Caisteal Air a' Chreig)
Mountain Farms
Laughof Central (Bath Earrach Teth)
• Stewart's Hot Spring Resort
• Laughof Academy
Laughof Main Street
Hiking Hault
Bonniebear (Bonn na Bearraidh)
• Fishing Town
The History
In 1868 the Tarfalam & Gunnigrind Railway was formed, and started construction from the Sutherland Railway station at Fearn, crossing the water from the mainland at Wilkhaven to the island at Gunnigrind. Construction was finished in 1874. It was absorbed into the Highland in 1884 (they were already providing services along the line), the same time as the Sutherland, Duke of Sutherland Railway, and Sutherland & Caithness Railway.
In 1890 the Highland built the branch up to Aoradh and double tracked the entire line from Inverness to Gunnigrind, strengthening the line more than they would ever need (end enough for the LMS to even run Pacifics on it in the 30s).
The Kirktobaness Light Railway started construction in 1900, and was opened in 1902, a part of the Highland, but heavily subsidized by the chief of Clan Gunn at the time. Despite the station name of Gunn Castle, the actual castle was around 7 miles away at Kirktobaness, so a light railway was built out to it. The railway had bypassed it in the beginning due to the 1 in 45 gradients required to the town and castle
In 1915 a naval base was constructed at Gunnigrind.
In 1923 the Highland railway was grouped into the LMS, however other than a new coat of paint, the roster didn't change much. The line, like most of the surrounding lines, was given the shed code 32A.
In 1928 a Gunnigrind local and millionaire, Roger Masters, took a visit to Kent and became infatuated with the the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway, and decided he wanted to bring such small charm to Seidrey. He got his friend Emmett Stewart in on the action, and next year a Light Railway Order was applied for and granted for a fifteen inch gauge line from Tarfalam to the hot springs at Laughof, and in 1930 construction began on the Tarfalam, Chraig, & Laughof Railway (they also stole the locomotive designer, Henry Greenly, from the RH&DR in March 1929). The railway was opened in 1931 from Tarfalam to Laughof. The railway helped build Mr. Stewart's hot springs spa and resort at Laughof, and then bring passengers to it. It also had sidings at the local farms to haul wool to the mainline.
In 1929 the LMS started testing 6299 Fury on the line and due to it's early faults, a year later a new express locomotive arrived, Royal Scot class 6168 The Girl Guide
Other engines started to arrive through the years, including Patriots, moguls, 8fs, Stanier red and black 5's, a Pacific, 6204 Princess Louise, and even the Turbomotive.
In 1937 the TC&L was extended to the seaside town of Bonniebear. Fish trains were attempted, to surprisingly moderate success.
During the war, the naval base got a lot of traffic, and an Austerity tank, a WD 2-8-0 and two 2-10-0s were moved to the region, and stayed, even after the war.
The 2-10-0s were absolutely crucial on the Ben Fisag Branch, as the rails at the stone quarry past Hörgr were so light that none of the LMS built engines assigned to the region could run on them, so they were being run by increasingly tired HR locomotives until the 2-10-0s showed up.
One oddity about the Gunnigrind & Tarfalam is it is a near perfect microcosm of the WCML, so experimental locomotives were sent here for trials. In December 1947 this was the case for 6256 Sir William A. Stainer, F.R.S. and 10000, who found their homes here (almost all LMS and LMS ordered experimental diesels also found their home here). Because of this, the Gunnigrind sheds had a heavy maintenance sheds for diesels, always stocked with parts for the sometimes temperamental LMS diesels.
BR's takeover once again didn't change much at first, only a few BR standard class 5 and 6s showed up. The shed code was changed to 60F
However, in 1966, the Benching Axe fell for both the Kirktobaness Light Railway and Ben Fisag Branch, as standard classes of diesels took over the island.
Named Passenger Trains and their stops
The Black Wolf (Sleeper Train) (Hauled by Royal Scots, Rebuilt Patriots, or Pacifics)
Gunnigrind
Tarfalam
Perth
Stirling
Glasgow Buchanan Street (later Queen Street)
Symington Junction
Carlisle Kingmoor
Preston
Crewe
Stafford
Rugby
London Euston (from 1966-1981 Kensington Olympia)
Glasgow Highlander (Hauled by Patriots or Jubilees)
Gunnigrind
Tarfalam
Perth
Dunblane
Stirling
Glasgow Buchanan Street (later Queen Street)
Edinburgh Highlander (Hauled by Patriots or Jubilees)
Gunnigrind
Tarfalam
Perth
Dunblane
Stirling
Falkirk Grahamston
Edinburgh Princes Street (later Edinburgh Waverly)
Aberdeen Highlander (Hauled by Patriots or Jubilees)
Gunnigrind
Tarfalam
Keith
Aberdeen Joint
Seidr Pullman / Seidrian (Runs opposite days) (Hauled by Royal Scots, Rebuilt Patriots, or Pacifics)
Gunnigrind
Tarfalam
Perth
Stirling
Glasgow Buchanan Street (later Queen Street)
Symington Junction
Carlisle Kingmoor
Workington
Whitehaven
Barrow-in-Furnesa (Engine Change to NWR)
Crovan's Gate
Tidmouth
The Spa Express
Tarfalam
Laughof
Preservation
A large amount of steam locomotives from this line survived. When withdrawing old HR engines, the railway liked to donate one of a class to a village along the line. Once this was unreasonable, Roger Masters, the Creator of the Tarfalam Chraig & Langhof Railway, created a "scrap yard" where he could store engines.
In 1948, the Guinnich Distillery purchased the HR Clan class locomotive 54765 Clan Stewart (the express engines of the line until 1930, and which has been retired in 1945) as well as the wooden Pullman coaches that ran the Seidr Pullman to use as a display and diner/bar.
When the LMS express engines were retired, they were put on display, some at the Gunnigrind Resort, some others at the Butlins Ayr resort.
In 1966, when the Ben Fisag Branch closed, preservationists, led by Mr. Masters, managed to come up with enough money to buy the branch and all locomotives that served it and the two tank engines that ran the Kirktobaness Light Railway, creating the Ben Fisag Railway.
In 1968, they also purchased the (at that point disused) Gunnigrind engine facilities, retrofitting the diesel works so they could also maintain their steam engines, and started restoring some of them to operation. They started purchasing the Highland Railway locomotives on display around the island, restoring them to operating condition.
In 1971 the train bought by Guinnich Distillery was restored at the works for operation, now that the distillery could do an actual running dinner train on the mainline.
Throughout the 1980s, the engines that had been displayed at holiday camps were purchased back by the museum and trust for mainline use.
All names and history are subject to change as I figure more working solutions, this is a living story.
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unpopularvivian · 18 days ago
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Incorrect Ttte Quotes 406:
*The Gresley Family are eating dinner*
Flying Scottie: Guys, I have a secret that I want to share with you guys.
Georgia: Yes Scot, what is it?
Flying Scottie: I saw Spencer having gay sex.
Speranza: *Spits out her drink* PFFTTT-
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thunderxleafart · 2 months ago
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Happy 9/9 everyone!! <3 As an avid Scottish twin fan, I wasn't about to miss an opportunity to draw one of 'em! It came out a lil rushed but I'm still pretty happy with the result!! :D Thought it'd be fun to celebrate by drawing the Engine Donald with his human counterpart in my AU (which is still very much in the works; hoping to post more about it soon!) so here they are! Enjoy! :D And remember; SCOTLAND FOREVERRRRR!! xD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donald (c) TTTE Art (c) Me! <3
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thatcheeseycandle · 8 months ago
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Okay OKAY IM A BIT LATE (As in days late) SO UH RIGHT SO SORRY ABOUT THAT-
BUT HAVE THIS I FINALLY FINISHED IT
Happy Birthday Big Green! :]
For context: it basically is like "Oh this is what happened during his birthday!"
To explain further, the first scene is the public celebration of his birthday (being that I envisioned it happening in a museum), the second scene is yknow.. Contiplating life. WHILE WHILE- The third scene is just him celebrating his birthday with Truro, just the two of them :D (They spent the rest of the night hanging out with eachother that's why it's near sunrise)
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theyellowroseofsodor · 1 year ago
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Since it’s summer it’s time for some Summer Pool Headcanons - TTTE style!!
❤️Pool days are awesome! The team plays chicken, sharks and minnows, Marco Polo, etc.
💛Gordon and Henry are always the bottom half of the chicken battles.
💚 Scotsman once snuck up behind Gordon and lifted him out of the water on his shoulders. It was a sight to behold.
💙 Gordon did not like it. Not one bit
💜 Thomas once pantsed James on accident in the water when they were wrestling in the water.
🤎 Gordon makes the biggest splashes off the diving board.
❤️ Emily likes to swim but prefers tanning or being the lifeguard
💛 Percy loves doing cannonballs.
💚 When Camille first appeared in a tankini Gordon about lost his mind
💙 Not in the humana-humana way, in the “you can’t come out here with all these other guys looking like that”
💜 Even that was too much skin for him
🤎 She got mad and said he was shirtless and he didn’t see her getting upset. After that scolding he backed off and she wears whatever she wants.
❤️ The other engines and teams have come at the same time. They play water volleyball whenever this happens.
💛 Duck’s nickname has been furthered by his swimming skills
💚 Henry was very concerned about swimming in a pool with others at first and would only get his feet in the pool, with all the odd things in pool water. With Hiro’s help he’s fine now.
💙 Thomas slapped Gordon with a pool noodle and Gordon chucked him in the deep end.
💜 Scot loves to twist his towel and pop Gordon on the butt with it when he gets out
🤎 Gordon got Scot in the thigh once, Scot tripped and fell back in the pool with his towel.
Feel free to add your own! What’s some of your favorite summer activities and do you think the engines would enjoy it?
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tttewolves · 6 months ago
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(Dragon AU Anon😁)
Hello! I have some questions for you and your wolf AU!
1: What is the wolves home like? Is it a cave? What kinda of cave? Stuff like that!
2: Is there just one wolf pack, or many in the forest?
3: Are all the characters either wolves or humans? Or are they're other species for the non train characters? Like Harold and Cranky.
4: What's the name so the forest they live in? Is it one Sodor, or somewhere else?
5: What colors are the wolves? Regular wolf colors, or are they bright and colorful like the engines?
6: Anything about Percy and James honestly. Maybe a favorite tidbit or headcanon about them. I love them so much!
I LOVE YOUR AU!!!! It sounds so cool!🤩🤩🤩
Thank you so much, and I’m happy to answer these questions!💖🐺
They live in a big den in quote a spacious territory and near their home is a waterfall, where the wolves drink or play in the water.
There is more than one pack. Most of the packs are allies to one another like Scot’s Pack or Diesel 10’s Pack.
Alright, the engines, diesels, and electric engines are wolves, the coaches are squirrels, the brakevans are weasels, the cranes are lynxes, road vehicles like buses or Jack and The Pack are foxes, flying vehicles are eagles, boats are elks, and the troublesome trucks are skunks. The humans we know are still humans.
Its just ‘The Forest’ as it’s wide and huge, but where the immortal wolves dwell, they call it ‘The Safe Zone’ as they avoid humans as they hunt them for medicine, trophies, or sport purpose.
Good question actually! The immortal animals, aka, the TTTE Characters are like their engine colours with swirls on them, each are unique like a fingerprint.
I’ll give you their dynamic. James used to be nasty and a jerk to Percy at first until Thomas made them get along through adventures, and the two bonded. They are like brothers now with James annoying and teasing Percy while Percy annoys James too, but James is now VERY protective of Percy from any danger and same with Thomas.
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hkpika07 · 2 years ago
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Baby Greendon please?
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The younger brother who thinks his older brother is soooooo cool. Oops now he's missing him.
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