#ttte the small controller

[bluy1206]

Meh I have nothing to do so...POST TO UPLOAD CHAFAS DRAWINGS FROM TTTE :D✨

And here the first

🩷𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚎🩷

🍀🅛🅤🅚🅔🍀

⚙️Dͩiͥeͤs͛eͤl 10⚙️

🏵️𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛🏵️

Part1/???

[amyfevernight]

time for a massive dump again wheee guess what this one was so big i have to split it into two posts.

Harold is a Kūko with the ability of being capable of increasing her power while in the sky.

Trevor is a recently dead hone onna with the ability of being capable of seeing red strings of fate.

Arry and Bert are twin devils with the ability of being capable of travelling through mirrors. 

Sir Handel is a lesser devil with the ability of being capable of transforming into a falcon. Peter Sam is a succubus with the ability of being capable of refreshing exhausted spirits. Duke is an elder devil with the ability of being capable of sending people into eternal sleep. Bert (Small Railway) is a Hinnagami with the ability of being capable of fulfilling any request. Mike is a Gashadokuro with the ability of being capable of causing sudden poor health. Fergus Duncan is a spirit with the ability of being capable of manipulating fear.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

In which everyone is all "#LetItBe🙏" while Thomas the Tank Engine and for that matter Gordon is very much all "ummm actually? actually?? #$^#& that #&@*% actually??????"

also featuring Donald's second-best spotlight-stealing scene in the fic. god help me i can't tell this engine 'no'.

[fabianvalencia561]

- before

D10: *He looks at Mr Percival.* Well since Proteus is dealing with the little ones..... You come with me sir...

*D10 begins to walk towards garage.*

Mr Percival: **he was obviously confused but he followed him.**

D10: *he was quiet for a bit until he stopped and looked at Mr Percival** We need to get you ready to leave.

Mr Percival: ?????- *he was very confused about what D10 was talking about*

D10: *he laughed a bit and sighs*

D10: We are going to take you to your family..... They're leaving Sodor as also many others..... Because of the corrupt.... But we need to hurry because there's only limited time......

Mr Percival: !!!!!!- *He almost didn't believe it.... Why?... How...? How could his family still accept him as the monster he became?*

D10: I told your wife and children even about what happened to you and.... They are very worried about you.... They want you to go to the mainland with them.... They miss you...

Mr Percival: *he wanted to speak but he didn't even try... His vocal cords were too destroyed* .....

D10: Though... I'm not going to drop you off to them...someone else is going to-

*A knock on the door interrupt D10 from talking.*

D10: Ah!- That must be him.... *He opens the door.*

D10: Hey Jerry..... *He smiles a bit.* I'm glad you're here.... You ready?

Jerry: Yeah... Is Percival ready?

D10: Uhm.... *He looks at Mr Percival* ..... I believe so... You ready sir?

Mr Percival: ..... *He slowly nods his head*

Jerry: *he quickly nods his head* Alright..... Come on Percival...

*Eventually Jerry and Mr Percival get to the Station. Gordon was there waiting for many passengers to get on the coaches.*

Jerry: Alright.... Mr Percival.... Let's get you to the coaches... But first I want to ask.... How did you get your face back? ..... I remember.... When you were all.... Skeletal....

Mr Percival: ..... *He thought to himself: I wish I could but I can't....(He tried to repeat the same things again but it was just a low scream and growl)*

Jerry:???- What are you talking about I can understand you.... You are just speaking in corrupted..... Now.... May you answer my question please?

Mr Percival: *he was stunned almost* ..... (huh..... Yeah..... Proteus.... He made this..... Actually he's been helping out quite a bit from what I heard.... And seen....

Jerry: *His face almost quickly turned into a very upset look* huh.... And he helped everyone else but ..... my wife....

Mr Percival: !!- (What?...What do you mean..?.)

Jerry: .....Hehe... Damnit... *He was pissed off even though he was trying to calm down.* ..... He thought that I didn't know that they were watching me.... With my son and wife.... On her deathbed.... HE JUST WATCHED ME SEE HER DIE! MY FATHER AS WELL!! THEY BOTH WATCH ME AND MY SON WATCH HER DIE!!!!! *He was getting very stressed and angry.*

*Mr Percival tried to calm down Jerry but when he did Jerry grabbed him by the wrist and threw him to the ground. Jerry hiss loudly as his anger, sadness, and grief took over of him.*

Jerry: I HAD TO FUCKING WATCH HER DIE WHILE HE HELP AND HEALED EVERYONE ELSE!!!! *He used all his anger and grabbed Mr Percival's face and used all his strength and then.. ripped.... Mr Percival's face was ripped off.* IF I HAD TO SUFFER FROM MY WIFE'S DEATH THEN YOU SUFFER FROM HAVING NO FACE!!!!

Mr Percival: *he screamed in pain as the nerves that were connected to his face ripped bit by bit...*

*People around the station heard the yelling and began to look in the direction near the entrance of the station many started to scream and panic as they saw the true monster that Jerry was and he has done to poor Mr Percival Gordon also look and he was stunned he couldn't even move almost he was actually afraid of this. Not just because Jerry ripped off the face of Mr Percival but also what an actual monster Jerry was.*

Jerry: *he backed up.* It isn't fair.... It isn't fair... Wait... What am I doing!?..... What have I done to him...........No... I need to do this..... *He looked at Mr Percival and grabbed his gun* I need to end this.... Because ...because no one is going to accept you they only see you now as a monster if I kill you now you don't have to worry about that later on..... *Jerry was basically on the verge of going fully insane he was basically talking to himself at this point a mad man holding a gun to someone that has no idea why he's even acting like this.*

....

:]

[number1spongebobfan]

[aurora-ze-aquarius]

Unfinished Fic: "Sometimes, a bit of rain is all you need"

(Jackson Storm centered fic)

Written sometime in December 2022.

--

I was never able to finish this story, mainly because I couldn't come up with a proper ending.

This story takes place in an au where magic exists, also the cars are humans too. I never got to flesh it out properly. Maybe next time.

In this au, some people are born with magic, Jackson has the ability to manipulate the weather through his emotions. Basically Peppa from Encanto. I was inspired by greendreamer's fantasy cars/ttte au.

Inspired by a oneshot on ao3 where Jackson had weather magic. Unfortunately, I don't remember what it was called :(

Oh yeah, his real name is supposed to be Jackson Ian Rivera (🇺🇸🇵🇭)

⚠️TW/CW⚠️: Implied child neglect, emotional ab*se, panic attacks.

--

'Put your cloud away'

Is a phrase he's been told more times that he could count. 

The Rivera family is not unfamiliar to weather magic. It's been said that they're a family that has practiced this sort of arcana for generations. They are said to be able to summon winds and clouds, to make it rain at will. A Stormbringer is said to be able to control an average area of about 30 meters in diameter surrounding them. The more powerful mages can control the winds up to a mile away. The more refined the user is in their magic, the stronger and more controlled it is. 

They are a proud family, not to mention rich and wealthy. Proud to display their powerful and unique arcana. Majestic eyes of the storms. Something Jackson is not. 

Arcana. How he despises it. The magic has brought nothing but misery and pain in his life. 

Unlike most of his family members, Jackson was born with a curse. A curse in which his arcana is deeply intertwined with his emotions. Arcana in its very nature, is heavily intertwined with one's thoughts and emotions. Losing control of how one feels means losing control of one's connections with their magic. But Jackson's case is different. 

Whenever he's happy, skies are clear, as the breezes are light. Whenever he's not, rain begins to pour, as the thunder claps loudly. Not to mention, how unusually powerful his arcana is compared to most of his family members.

'Put your cloud away' they'd say. They would tell the young child that whenever he would misbehave in their eyes. Whenever tears swelled up in the corners of his retinas as small raindrops began to fall, dampening his once neatened clothes and hair. 

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- whenever the boy would feel frustrated, perhaps even angry, and would throw tantrums. Whenever lightning flashed, when he felt like they didn't understand him, why even felt that way in the first place. 

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- when dark skies and strong winds would cover almost every square inch of their large mansion.  When the boy tried… he tried so hard, yet failed and 'couldn't keep his emotions in check' according to them. 

It wasn't his fault though… was it..?

There's a reason why Jackson failed to connect to other people. They were either deemed not good enough to be his friends, or they would make fun of him and his interests. His family was of no help to those issues.

Honestly? He found it hilarious how shocked that so-called family was when he decided to finally cut them out of his life once IGNTR found him.

Despite having them out of his life, he could never rid himself of their, and subsequently, his views on his arcana. It's part of him, and he hates it. No matter what he did, it was always there. Continuously taunting him, whilst being just out of reach.

Despite them being gone, he knows better than to have a cloud constantly follow him whenever he's in a bad mood. 

--

Jackson hopped out of the car, panting as sweat beads dripped from his forehead. He turned towards the large monitor and growled, unsatisfied with his results.

" '214 mph'. You're doing good." Ray said, crossing his arms.

Jackson scoffed, wiping his sweat with an arm. "Not good enough…" Thunder crackled, as faint drips of water fell down from above him. 

Ray took note of this and sighed. He patted Jackson's shoulder and said, "You did good today, Storm. Take it easy." 

Jackson glared at him, but immediately tore his gaze to the small cloud that loomed above him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to curse it out but instead heaved a sigh, closing his eyes. 

"Put your cloud away… Put your cloud away…" He whispered to himself, taking deep breaths. He repeated this process until the rain stopped, the thunder ceased and the cloud disappeared. 

He opened his eyes. He turned away from the simulator and began to leave the room. "I can do better… I will do better…"

"Your powers are great, but far too unstable… Keep your cloud away… 

You could kill someone with that lightning bolt."

--

Jackson stared at the large monitor that stood tall above the stadium. His breath hitched, eyes widened in shock. 

"I… I…" 

It wasn't his name that took first place. But instead, McQueen and his little costume girl stole the win from him. Little shit appeared out of nowhere and stole the win for herself. 

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He felt a vein almost pop. 

"FUCK." He screamed. He nearly got into a tangent when the sound of thunder crackling grabbed his attention. A mass of large clouds seemed to have manifested out of nowhere and had covered the stadium, blocking out the starlight from reaching the people. 

"What's this Darrel? It seems like rain clouds have appeared out of nowhere."

"It looks to me like someone's arcana is going haywire! Hopefully things will calm down before they get crazy. And it's already been a pretty crazy day!"

Jackson swallowed a gulp. 'Shit. Not now—!' 

Turning his car on he quickly made his way to where his trailer was. The paparazzi wanted his attention, but thankfully security kept them out of his way, lest someone gets injured due to getting in the way of his car. He quickly drove into the trailer and shut the door, not wanting to face the public. Not wanting to face Ray, McQueen, the other racers, and especially not that costume girl. 

He was panting, breaths were heavy and uneven as the reality set in. He lost. He lost to a random street racer. He lost his cool and almost killed someone, again. He lost his calm and now his storm—

He stiffens. That cloud. It shrouded the whole area. It was massive.

Jackson slowly backed into a corner, hugging himself. His back slid against the wall as he began chanting the words.

"Put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put it away… just fucking put it away…"

He didn't know how long it took for the dark clouds to disappear; he fell asleep on the floor. But they did disappear just moments before he closed his eyes. Luckily before any raindrops fell and spoiled the day for the racing fans.

--

Jackson was pacing back and forth, still chanting about how his cloud needs to 'go away'. He just wrapped up another training session, and had stormed off to IGNTR's back gardens when he failed to break through 214 mps. 

He gripped his hair, yelling out in frustration. His clothes were soaked, not only from the sweat from training. The rain cloud above him thundered, flashing a bit of lightning once in a while. Jackson tried to swat it away, despite his futile efforts. 

"GO AWAY. DAMMIT." 

Ray watched him from a window heaving a sigh. He was worried. Jackson's storms seemed to be getting worse each time he lost a race, whether it was against Cruz or a different racer. He knew Jackson was a perfectionist at heart, and has tried multiple times to get him to understand that it's not just about winning, but each time, his pleas would fall on deaf ears. 

He knows the boy has it in him to change. But Jackson's mind is clouded in poor judgement, and it pains him to see him this way. That's not even mentioning Jackson's terrible coping mechanisms.

Ray sighed, crossing his arms. "There's no need to force your cloud away…" He mumbled. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of rain every once in a while…" He watched as Jackson seemed to have given up, and just seemed to be standing there, underneath the ever growing storm. 

"I just hope you can realize that one day…"

---

Jackson didn't know how he was dragged into this situation. He was at a party. A party to celebrate the success of the latest race. He won the race (thankfully) of course, but he absolutely despised going to events like these. 

Too many people here. Possibly drunkards just partying it up with A-list celebrities and fellow racers. 

Ray somehow managed to convince him to go. Says he "needs to make peace with the other racers'' or that "he has to try to be nicer to them." He doesn't understand it at all. It's been this way for years. Jackson's already used to it. But nonetheless, he managed to reluctantly drag his ass here. 

It took less than five minutes of just standing around in the middle of the room for Jackson to immediately say 'fuck it' and make his way onto the rooftop of the building, away from where everyone else is at. 

He sighed, elbows propped up against the concrete railings. Ray would be disappointed, but he could just lie and say nobody wanted to talk to him. Well technically, it wouldn't be lying when that's exactly what happened. Nobody knew he was here, and thus nobody could talk to him.

"Hello?" 

Until someone else made their way to the rooftop as well. 

Jackson sharply inhaled, the winds howled, the cold breezes blowing past his face. He knew who that voice belonged to. 

"Brr. Really chilly here, huh?" She joked, rubbing her arms as a means to keep warm. Jackson attempted to ignore her, staring off into the distance, a can of cranberry flavored Sprite in his hand. 

"Hey um. Would you mind if I stayed here for a bit?" She asked, walking up right next to him. Well, she lingered just away from him, but just close enough where she could talk to him. 

Jackson groaned, lightly crushing the half empty can in his hands. "What do you want, Ramirez?"   

[Unfinished Ending]

[thebunnylord]

Headcanons of my least favorite ttte characters

Charlie: acts more like the fool in king Lear, is able to ridicule each character while playing it as a joke, no one takes it as seriously. He is the wise fool archetype but is often viewed as stupid and unfunny and borderline annoying.

Nia: Nia decided to go to Sodor to help pay off Thomas’s trip. Gordon just sees her as nothing as a poor attempt to replace Edward and is cold to her. Because of this, Nia feels like she is being pressured to live up to Edward’s legacy. She also likes to make polite small talk and hisses to get a stranger’s attention which is common practice in Kenya, she also tends to get really close to engines and doesn’t make a lot of eye contact as its part of Kenyan customs, but it’s viewed as rude to everyone on the island. She also does not like getting her pictures taken. She also likes listening to the other’s stories and often spends the night at Edward’s shed to listen to his tales about his time working on the railway. She also somehow was able to make up an excuse for her to spend the night with the narrow gauge engines as an excuse to listen to their stories.

Rebecca: she came to the island to help an aging Gordon pull the express, which Gordon initially hates but then calms down after coming to terms that he is no longer the young, new, fast express train that he used to be and is now considering retiring from express services, also, in my timeline, Edward just retired and Gordon is still coming to terms with it. Edward is still on the island, but stays on his branchline to do slow and light trains. Rebecca really wants to prove her work and please Gordon, but she is worried about how her wheel slip affects her and other worries about how her chain-driven valve gear would affect her. She wants to please everyone to a fault and is very self conscious about her wheel slip as it is something that she cannot control and is something that just happens (kind of like how a person with parkingson’s can’t control their tremors). Over time she learns to better manage her wheel slips and over all has the personality of a golden retriever. She also consults with Henry about her issues after learning that Henry once suffered with issues in his design.

[whumpster-fire]

More Dumb Railway Series Headcanons: Locomotive Senses

I just remembered that you can apparently put your ear to train tracks and hear a train coming before you can hear it through the air, so new RWS Headcanon time:

Many people wonder how engines sometimes seem to be so aware of what’s going on around them even when it’s outside of their relatively fixed field of view. Part of the answer is: they can feel vibrations in the rails through their wheels, especially when they’re sitting still. It’s not impossible for one to sneak up on another, of course, but they can usually feel when a train is coming through, and in the days before good signalling systems there are several incidents where a collision was averted in a tunnel or around a curve because the engine knew there was a train approaching long before it came into view.

Engines have a limited field of vision, but otherwise they can see pretty well. Their visual acuity and depth perception are insane at long distances compared to a human’s. Drivers/operators of steam engines should be aware that if your engine tells you the points are set wrong ahead or there’s some other danger and you can’t clearly see because it’s like a mile away, they’re fucking set wrong. They can’t see behind them, of course, and are reliant on their crew when reversing, and while most tank engines can technically pull a train backwards at high speed safely, there are many who HATE doing it, and may refuse to go fast with a crew they’re not used to. However, most are naturally farsighted and seeing the details of a human face at what seems like a comfortable conversational distance for a human is difficult. The wooden models used in the classic series of TTTE are actually a pretty good representation of how clearly engines can see human expressions if you’re like 20 feet in front of them.

Engines’ hearing isn’t that acute, especially at high frequencies, but it is durable and they hear in loud environments quite well, which is good because the vicinity of a running locomotive is by definition a loud environment. They hear low sounds better than high ones.

The only one of the classic human five senses humans lack is taste, but their sense of smell isn’t exactly good. Steam engines often claim that diesels have a bad smell, while diesels claim the opposite. Complaints about the smell of oil-burning steam engines are rarer.

People sometimes assume that a being made of thick metal plates and castings would have little or no sense of touch, but this isn’t entirely true. Yes, they aren’t nearly as sensitive as humans in many ways, and sometimes certain engines have failed to notice that there’s nobody in their cab if they aren’t paying attention. Their wheels and buffers (or for engines in places where chain-and-buffer couplings aren’t used, the couplers) are the most touch-sensitive parts of them for the same reason humans’ hands are: that’s how they interact with the world. By the way, torpedoes or track detonators (small explosive charges laid on the rails that go off when run over, used as a warning system) are very jarring and sometimes even painful to hit. Engines also have strong vestibular and proprioceptive senses. They can feel things like wheelslip or the slightest change in track grade, and things like the position of control wheels or levers or whether their firebox door is open. They can also feel heat and pressure and moisture quite well, because... well, that’s their life force. They have an innate sense of the heat and pressure and flow of air inside them, and it seems to work even when the mechanical devices to measure it have failed. If an engine says they feel like their boiler’s being stretched, or that it feels empty, or too hot, but the steam gauges and water glasses say otherwise, the gauges are usually wrong. And they can feel pain. They can feel pain quite well. Engines are good at tuning it out, or keeping functioning in spite of it, and their sense of pain is significantly dulled if their fire is out (especially for a long time), but they can still feel it.

[bolters-and-rivets]

OK, so, something I've been doing recently is working out what legal charges the antagonists of TTTE would face if we suspend our disbelief and imagine locomotives having to stand trial in a court of law.

Diesel (various episodes and specials throughout the show's run)

3 counts of destruction of property: damaging disused trucks. Pushing trucks into the harbour resulting in the loss of a consignment of china clay. Wasting an entire flat truck’s worth of paint.

3 counts of defamation: Spreading negative rumours about Gordon, James, and Henry.

1 count of frameup: Pinning the blame of the rumours on Duck.

1 count of attempted murder: Trying to get Fergus scrapped.

3 counts of assault: Bumping Thomas under a stone hopper. Bumping paint cans onto Thomas. Bumping Toby into a coal hopper.

Sailor John (Legend of the Lost Treasure)

4 counts of assault: stamping his foot on Skiff, elbowing Skiff to silence him, stamping on skiff AGAIN, battering thomas with an oar

4 counts of trespassing: riding Skiff on the construction site of the new branchline (3 counts). Entering the station out of regular hours

1 count of coercion: manipulating Thomas into his scheme to steal the treasure.

4 counts of theft: stealing the map, the stealing the treasure, stealing explosives, stealing a warship.

2 counts of intimidation: accusing thomas of taking the treasure for himself, threatening skiff with physical harm for “mutiny”.

1 count of unlawful possession of explosives.

1 count of breaking & entering: breaking into Sir Topham Hatt’s office.

1 count of destruction of property: using DYNAMITE to break into Sir Topham Hat’s safe.

1 count of vehicle hijacking: running amok with the ship on a flat wagon (lets ignore the physical improbability of this for the moment).

1 count of public endangerment: same reason as vehicle hijacking.

2 counts of attempted murder: trying to dynamite Thomas, leaving Thomas to drown.

And possibly also 1 count of prison break: he's seen in a later special (Big World: Big Adventures) in a cafe in brazil. Assuming this isn't just the studio reusing him as an asset as a background character this implies he escaped from prison and fled to brazil.

Diesel Ten (Thomas And The Magic Railroad & Day Of The Diesels)

7 counts of attempted murder: Lady twice, James, Junior, Mr Conductor, and Thomas (TATMR), Thomas (DOTD).

3 counts of property damage: Carving his likeness on the rock which would be the property of the landowner, tearing down the scaffolding of the sheds, bringing down the diesel shelter (TATMR). 

3 counts of Intimidation: The sheds, Mr Conductor on the Viaduct, and carrying Junior on his roof (TATMR).

1 count of conspiracy to commit genocide (wanting ALL steam locomotives scrapped): "I'm going to destroy her and dominate you, then you'll be nothing but hunks of useless scrap" (TATMR).

1 count of reckless driving: driving at excessive speed with Junior on his roof (TATMR).

1 count of unlawful imprisonment: Trapping Thomas in the shed (DOTD).

1 count of arson: setting fire to the shed (DOTD).

1 count of coercion: manipulating Percy into unwillingly assisting him in goals (DOTD).

1 count of trespassing: entering the dieselworks without the knowledge or permission of Victor (DOTD).

1 count of conspiracy to commit grand larceny: attempting to take control of the dieselworks (DOTD).

1 count of theft: stealing a christmas tree.

Verdict: Diesel is toxic, Sailor John is a pirate, and Diesel Ten is standing trial in the Hague for crimes against trainkind and small children

[hi-my-name-is-cosmopathy]

Random Interesting Facts About Characters In The Main Story AU (A.K.A me pointing at the changes of movies in my AU)

Thomas And The Magic Railroad is canonically the first novel made for the TTTE franchise, but the engines were very upset because of how false it was in contrast to what actually happened. Edward should've been the main character, because he started the real life story in the first place. Him finding Lady in that old shed led to the investigation of the old railway she used to work in and why it disappeared so suddenly. There was no magic or big event even involved, time had simply caught up to them and that's what made his adventure so eventful. (Pointing at TATMR which is known as Edward And The Magic Railway, which takes a darker turn with the reality of life but the small metaphorical magic in it in this AU)

There was once a time where Diesels and Steamies had gone against each other, which was usually considered normal because it happens often but this time the stakes had gone higher. Many death threats and violence were involved, and not even Sir Topham Hatt knew about this. Percy didn't like diesels because most of the time they teased him and made fun of him, but not even his steam friends treated him any better. But with the help of Lady, Edward, BoCo, and Rusty, he created a third side which acted as a peaceful paradise to both sides. In the end, it was trashed over by a steam engine as he pretended to stand by Percy's side and planned to demolish all Diesels, including Mavis, Bear and Daisy. (Pointing at Day Of The Diesels/Calling All Engines, which takes a darker turn with violence between groups of different traits and why it's pointless and harmful)

Gordon became Sodor's first representative in the Great Race at the Great Railway Show against his brother, The Flying Scotsman, which sparked a lot of gossip and controversy because: 1, they didn't know Scotsman had a brother; 2, he was from Sodor and said country was very new to this event and was therefore underestimated and ; 3, he was also going against Spencer. Gordon couldn't help but feel upset that Spencer assumed that he wanted to go against Scotsman because he was jealous of his fame, but in reality he already grew out of that phase and he just hated how distant they grew after they first met and thought Scotsman valued his reputation more than his only family. He joined the race to get his attention. (Pointing at The Great Race, which becomes a Gordon centric movie about his family issues with Scotsman)

Oliver once went missing because he'd gone to the mainland to find a lost Toad who was currently kidnapped by Frankie and Hurricane. The Little Western first took notice and Douglas was the one who went out to find him, only to find danger on the way as there were certain engines who knew that he and Ollie were long-time stowaways (Pointing at Journey Beyond Sodor, which is now an Oliver centric movie about him turning back to his past with Douglas, and takes a darker turn with the theme of facing your fears and becoming a stronger person than you were before)

After a very malicious Mallard came to Sodor and started insulting everyone, next thing you know Henry and him are now racing to who knows where and he accidentally gets on the wrong track and meets a very old Japanese engine, Hiro. He empathizes with him because he knows what it feels like to be abandoned and forgotten for being dysfunctional and whatdaya know? It's first love at sight! Because he goes out of his way to fix him and hide him from the Fat Controller and Mallard at the same time. What a guy :> (Pointing at Hero Of The Rails, which turns into a Henry centric movie because both him and Hiro suffer from abandonment issues)

Thomas was sent to the Mainland for a simple task but his return to Sodor was greatly disrupted by an Australian car who started to drag him from country to country because of misinterpretations of the blue puffball on TV and simultaneously starts making friends with people across the world and keeps an unemployed Kenyan engine who watches his back (Pointing at the horrid Big World Big Adventures which is actually the movie that plays on the most craziest way to get lost)

[bluy1206]

I've been watching episodes of the miniature railway and I decided to make a doodle of them, the three of them are so small. 💚❤️💙😭

and fergus duncan 🤎💛

Hope you like :D👍

[thekhaotickrab]

I made a ttte fic! based on these engines:

Ant and Bee are small mining engines that pull ore, coal, overburden, and, of course, the mines workers. other engines call them "hobbits" but they know it's all in good fun, and they don't really mean to be rude.

One Day, On The Great Laxey Mine Railway...

"Ant, Bee..." Their Controller Boomed "Yes?" The two asked. "I am buying a new locomotive. They shall arrive soon."

"Do you have any more information?" Bee Asked. "Yes. They Shall Be a Battery Electric Engine. They will be unveiled at Valley Gardens at 6pm." he said. and walked off. Soon, the two were off to work, pulling ore, coal, and overburden from the mines, and workers to the mines. while at the water tower, they talked. "What do you think the new engine's name will be?" Ant asked "maybe fly?" Bee thought "or cockroach?" said Ant. suddenly, they heard a bell

"They must be calling us to see the new engine." the two went to see the new engine. "Hello." the engine said "I am Wasp." "Hello, Wasp! I'm Ant!" "Bleh! you smell horrid!" Wasp said "How Rude!" said Bee "It's true, Ant. have you Been cleaned?" the electric engine asked, "well...only lightly, this is a mining railway." Bee said, "So it would be redundant." They Continued. "speaking of" said Ant. "you have to take these flatbeds." Wasp Bashed into the foolish flatbeds carrying some new thumpers. "OW!" the flatbeds yelled. "We'll pave that green square out...'' they said. "No problem!" Wasp said. Wasp drove recklessly, bashing the flatbeds. though soon, they stopped in the mine. "Alright. unload the thumPAAAAAAAAA-" Screamed Wasp "ON ON!" the flatbeds screamed, and SMASHED into the mine. "OH NO!" said Wasp, as the mine COLLAPSED! the workers were all out, but Wasp Wasnt. "Don't worry!" said Ant. And Them, With Bee, Tied Ropes To Wasp. and pulled "GRRRRRRRRRRRR" after lots of pulling, They Finally Brought Wasp, The Flatbeds, and thumpers out. "now you know not to Bump flatbeds, don't you?" said Bee "Yes, I do..." Wasp said. soon the thumpers were breaking down the rocks, so the engines and miners could get back to work.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Excellent Emily and The Three Railway Engines™️... BUT IT'S THE BAD TIMELINE 💀

also, Togetherness™️! ... BUT IT'S THE BAD TIMELINE 💀

[neutrallyobsessed]

òwô what's this?? some info dumping bout my ttte stand user au?

....or stand au, cause the humanized versions are the stands but that's besides the point buT YEAHHH not everything is complete, but that's the fun about it, i just want you to read some of my thought process and maybe you can help me fill some blanks x3

General Info About The Stands:

The locomotives and other vehicles are alive! i don't know why (yet?), so moving on. All of them can manifest a human form called Stand, they are shaped like that because engines always think on what could be the most useful. Engines and Stands co-exist so we can have double the blorbos! Two of Them™ :D! They work togheter and are either a good moral compass that helps their desicion making for what would be best or enablers agents of chaos, it depends of the mood, circumstances, if they've been bothered by another engine, etc.

Stands may look human but they're definitely not humans. The grey skin is the first giveaway; then there's the fact that they can hover, basically float like a couple of cms off the air and be (almost) as fast (also strong) as their locomotive counterparts so they can follow them as they steam along the railway~. Tho they usually just sit on the boiler, another thing a human couldn't do, plus they control their tangibility at will, so waist-down can be tangible to sit on top of the train while leaving the rest of the body untangible thus unnaffected by the wind caused by the high speeds.

I'm not thinking too deeply about their digestive systems but they can eat pretty much everything... as long as it can be easily destroyed by fire. So apart from being able to consume their fuel by mouth they can enjoy "human food" if they so desire. Among... other things.

I haven't decided on distance ranges but they do differ depending on the type of ability or lack thereof

「STAND MASTER」: Thomas

「STAND NAME」: Ride The Blue Limbo

Ability: Shadow Travelling. He can enter a shadow and come out of a different one. He's invisible and bidimensional during the travelling but one can see the movement around, like if he is going through a path with rocks you'd see the rocks moving, just not who is moving them.

「STAND MASTER」: Edward

He doesn't have an ability besides the human form, but some people say that its a lack of aging. Will expand on the character sheet coming this millenium A

「STAND MASTER」: Henry

「STAND NAME」: Niwashi King

Ability: Botanokinesis. Can creat and manipulate fertile soil and the plants that can grow out of it, including concrete. The speed on which the grow depends on the final size (ie. grass grows in an instant but a tree could only spark a small branch look in a minute).

「STAND MASTER」: Gordon

「STAND NAME」:

Ability: Fast Travelling. It kinda looks like teleportation, with the way he stands in one place and then he is 100mts away but it is just running/hovering really fast 'cause it can be caught on camera.

「STAND MASTER」: James

「STAND NAME」:

Ability: Red Glitter. He can produce glitter out of his hands which not only makes him sparkle and look even more dashing as he goes by but also can be a great distraction weapon. Imagine getting that shit in your eyes. Terrible! It dissapears after 30 mins.

「STAND MASTER」: Percy

「STAND NAME」: Fly Away

Ability: Flying. xd.

「STAND MASTER」: Toby

「STAND NAME」: Caramell (yes THAT Caramell xd)

Ability: Much like a cat, he can fit his body in very small things, as long as his head fits. Very flexible the old champ

「STAND MASTER」: Donald/Douglas

「STAND NAME」: [name of vinyl record] Side A/B

Ability: Foresight/Hindsight. Whoever is the funni one has the foresight of 10 seconds, so it's usually used like this. The sane one has the hindsight ability which is mostly him saying "you shouldn't have done that" ............ i don't know which is which i am a dissapointment to this fandom i'll try to do better ówò

「STAND MASTER」: Oliver

「STAND NAME」: Mr. Worldwide

Ability: Multilanguage understanding. Another fact of locomotives and stands is that since they don't have ears, spoken communication is done by feeling vibrations and lip-reading. So Oliver's ability consists in being able to understand the lip movements and vibrations of all other languages

「STAND MASTER」: Emily

「STAND NAME」: Plastic Beach

Ability: Circular Saws she can summon at will replacing her hands or feet. They have a radius of her forearms.

「STAND MASTER」: Nia

「STAND NAME」: Asheru MEGALOPOLIS PATROL HELL YEAH SOUL'D OUT IS FINALLY HERE GREATEST REFERENCE OF ALL TIME EVERYTHING CONNECTS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ability: Creating chairs (one at a time) or any sitting furniture she can lift. They can be used for anything she wants, but they are usually used as throwing weapons

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aaaand that's all i have for the moment. like,, i do have some other design for other characters but when it comes to their abilties, that's about it, anyways thanks for reading and i'll be listening to your song recs (and they better be good because i am extremely picky and super annoying about music, i love and hate everything at the same time, you could say im a neutral extremist :v)

[pxmun]

Ttte fan canon: Before Gordon came to Sodor to work on the Fat Controller's railway, he would be picked on by the ocean liners when he had to go to the docks

Most ocean liners are snubby, proud, and see land vehicles as inferior. While cruise ships are rude, wild, and loud.

Random ocean liner: "You Gordon are small. Small, small, small, teenie weenie weenie. And we are great big liners who know everything, Mwa Ha Ha.

[xylem-3-keys]

Closing his Career

Hey guys! Haven't been posting much due to art block. But I wrote this story inspired by some horror movies I've watched recently on YouTube, so here is the series of the first part of the story! My TTTE AU will be explained further in the future. This story is also on my Wattpad, but I will happily present this to my non Wattpad users.

TW // Gore, violence, death, and mentions of cannibalism.

His name was Colton, the middle aged Scottish controller of railway 3803, was one of the most aggressive, ruthless and strict controllers that any human being would dare to come across even if they had to work for ten to twelve hours a day with no paychecks and no visiting their families. He referred to his vulnerable workers as slaves because he enjoyed giving them the most torturous punishments. Worst of all, after he ordered for some slaves to get executed, he would order his guards he admired to cut out the insides from the victims’ flesh to use it as cooked food for him and his guards for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Some slaves wish that he would disappear for the rest of their life. But that couldn't happen due to the strict rules he has made for his railway. No human would ever come across him because if either one of them do, they will feel his wrath and end up being executed by gun fire which is why the slaves in his building were so vulnerable and too afraid to ever talk back. With all of Colton's unforgivable despicable actions being done throughout his career, the truth be told when he finds something very suspicious in his prison hotel, he may face his demise and confess his sins.

At 8:57 in the morning, the sounds of rain pelting on top of the rooftop walls, and windows of Colton's building, especially around the environment, grew louder and louder. He was sitting in his office (located on the fifth floor, so he felt much safer just in case his hotel was raided) behind his desk while drinking coffee and working on his papers for the leader of Korrel to keep his railway running. Slaves were in their uniforms already at work outside of the prison ready to pull heavy wagons of full coal bags to big pickup trucks. But inside the prison, there were sounds of a few slaves being punished by torture echoing sounds across the hallways which was music for his ears, but it wasn’t his time listening to the sounds of torture. He kept his eyes on his paperwork laying on his desk. As he was writing with his pen as his hand shook a little, the volume of the footsteps increased towards the office door then a knock on the door was heard.

“Come in,” Colton called without bothering to stare at the door. A guard opened the door and walked in, not bothering to ask what his controller was doing with his paperwork and instead, he told him the news which would shock him.

“Sir, we git a problem here which yer not going te like.”

“Well what is it you want te talk about?” Colton asked rudely, putting his pen in his metal cup. “It better not be a waste of mah time.”

The guard took a deep breath and said, “Slave 57647 has escaped, sir.”

Colton paused then looked up at the guard in disbelief. His surprised expression gradually changed to anger. “ESCAPED?! WHAT THE HELL DO YA MEAN HE ESCAPED?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPENED?!” He screamed on top of his lungs and he banged once on his desk, leaving a few papers flying off his desk and small drips of coffee from his mug landed on one of his papers.

He flinched as he took one small footstep back but quickly responded, “Ah just don't know how sir, it looks like no one has witnessed him escaping last night. All I know is that 57646 has moved but it seems like ah heard footsteps from-”

“AH DON'T WANT TAE HEAR YA FUCKING EXCUSES! NOW GET OUT N GET BACK TE WORK WHEN I'M GOING TAE PHONE TOPHAM WHO ORDERED 57646!” He cut off the guards sentence, refusing to hear any of his side of the story and just pointing his finger at him standing up off of his chair. The guard said nothing, and left the office.

“Stupid piece of worthless shite!” Colton said angrily as he sat back down, and dialed Sir Topham Hatt’s phone number waiting impatiently, “I will have him executed in the most brutal way possible! ANSWER DE FUCKING PHONE NOW!”

“Hello?” The man in the black suit named Gregory picked up the phone and responded in a polite manner.

“WHERE DA FUCK IS 57647?! HE ESCAPED MY MANSION LAST NIGHT AND TELL ME DAT YE HAVE HIM RIGHT NOW!” The controller screamed on the phone, demanding an answer from the man who ordered 57646.

“Oh my God Colton, calm down! What on EARTH are you talking about?!” He asked after he flinched, not expecting the hoarse aggressiveness he had to deal with.

“DIDN'T YA ORDERED 57646 YESTERDAY!?”

“Of course I did but there are two identical twins who lost their numbers on their way to my island. They both have the same similar haircuts when they got here!”

“YA CANNAE BE FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! THERE WAS 57647 WHO HAD A LONG HAIR BEFORE N’ YA BETTER SEND HIM BACK TO KORREL RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

“Listen! I will have to hang up if you keep yelling on the phone because you aren't helping this situation! Look I'm going to figure this out and call you when I send back 57647 but I don’t know which one! You'll have to wait.” Colton paused but became annoyed after hearing what Topham has explained to him. He took his time to think about what he had to say.

He began to calm down but groaned for his opinion on Gregory’s situation with the twins. “Ugh… Fine. Ya better not forget about this ya hear me?!”

“It won’t be forgotten sir, and for now I gotta go back to work. I'll call you when I tell you more updates about…uhm…574647 you’re talking about..”

“Alright…” Colton and Gregory both had hung up the phone and he took his time to calm himself down and finished drinking his coffee. He got off his chair then picked up a few papers that fell from his desk earlier and placed them back where they belong. He finally sat back down and went back to work on his papers.

“Ah hope he’s nit lying” He thought. The controller held a grudge when it comes to twins. Whenever he sees a set of twins he orders them to have different haircuts. Like one twin was ordered to have short hair, and the other was going to have long hair. Or either one of them was ordered to have straight or curly hair to avoid all the confusion for the guards and himself.

A few minutes passed by as the weather slowed down the pouring rain. He kept focused on his paperwork until he heard footsteps of the guard heading towards the office door. On the entrance of the door, there was a mailbox hanging at the door where guards can freely share their experiences on their jobs.The guard put the mail inside the mailbox and called his controller to let him know that the mail is here. Colton stopped working for a moment and went towards the mailbox to see what was in the envelope. He took the envelope, went back to his seat and opened it which turned out to be a letter from guard A923.

It read, “I’ve been keeping quiet about this strange situation happening in this prison hotel, but I feel like it is time to get things off my chest. Colton, I don’t blame you for not believing me and that’s okay and hear me out. I was seeing two dark ghostly figures every time a few guards and I were patrolling the halls. I asked them if they saw those figures but they didn't believe me. They told me I was just hallucinating but when I saw their faces it looked familiar somehow. They both looked like a couple who died many years ago in this place. Hell, I even hear whispers of their voices, telling me that they won’t forget nor forgive. It only lasted a few seconds until they vanished. I felt like I’m being haunted by these ghosts. You can call me anytime to your office sir. I hope to see you there. - Guard A923.”

“Ghost?” Colton lifted an eyebrow while holding the letter in his hand, shaking softly. “Wit was he writing aboot? Ah guess ah’ll have te call him later during lunch break.” As he was done reading, he placed his letter back in the letters drawer where he had kept his previous letters by guards.

The clock struck twelve in the afternoon as the slaves were getting their bread while guards patrol the hallways to keep them in order. They all begin walking towards their room cells for a ten minute break without anyone speaking to each other and instead whispering to each other. But a few were being tortured for their smallest mistakes by tripping themselves or accidentally dropping their bread then got dragged to the torture cells and facing their brutal punishments as their screams in agony again, echoed through the hallway.

Guard A923 who was on lunch duty and the one who sent the controller the letter about two mysterious ghosts, received a call to his surprise on his handheld transceiver. He picked up his HT and answered that Colton reported him to his office. He headed his way as the other guards moved out of their ways to let A923 through. He went through the elevator door which only guards are allowed to use, and pressed button 5 then the elevator lifted away. During his lift, he kept an eye on the rectangular screen which counted from one to five. But he felt uneasy and worried about what his boss would say about his letter. Would he scream at him, scolding him over making up a story? Would he be sympathetic? That answer will definitely be a no. Or would he have a discussion on the case and investigate it when the story was confirmed to be true? These were what came into his mind as he became nervous. The elevator had stopped on the fifth floor when the doors opened and he walked out and headed to the office door. He took his time as he stood in front of the door, took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Colton responded while eating cooked human liver. A923 opened the office door, seeing his controller on his desk. “Come on sit. Ah would like te have a word wit ye.”

“Coming sir.” He said, taking an extra chair next to the wall which Colton didn't mind, placed it in front of his desk and hesitantly sat down. “So what ‘ghost couple’ are ye even talking about? When was te last time ya discovered it?”

He paused for a moment keeping his mouth shut including his lips, with little adrenaline flowing through his face slowly. “It was right before ah wrote mah letter Sir. Ah wasnae feeling any good when mah head hurts from these hallucinations of these two ghosts. Ah think they're in here sir. I could hear their voices in mah head.”

“I see. but te tell ye what, ah don't believe in ghosts. If yer havin’ these problems, it's nea mine te deal wit it. Go take some pills, and-”

“But sir, I saw them n’ ah would suggest security cameras placed in ya hallways!” A923 cut off his sentence which is a big mistake he has made, suggesting the solution to figure out what was going on.

“HOW DARE YE NOT LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCE! WE CANNAE AFFORD THEM FROM MASSA BECAUSE DIS REGION IS FUCKING POOR! THERE ARE NO GHOSTS IN HERE SO GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!” He screamed standing up and banging on his desk again. The guard flinched, regretting his decisions and walked away in paranoia to avoid bigger consequences and never speak with him again. He didn't know that his boss did not believe in ghosts. Almost all the guards didn't know that Colton didn't believe in ghosts because he didn't tell his men but they know as well that ghosts are not “real.”

Colton has anger issues generally but when it comes to guards screwing up their jobs, like interrupting on what he is saying, or disagreeing with his stupid decisions, he would snap at them aggressively but they were sure as hell lucky to be alive. However, when it comes to guards turning against their boss such as sabotaging their duties, they would become dead by Colton's orders and become frozen meat in the kitchen's freezer along with the other former slaves' flesh and organs, which is why the guards follow the rules and take orders from the controller to never underestimate him.

After the door was closed, A923 chose to head towards the staircase but before he walked down the steps two ghostly figures stood on the other side of the hallway he looked back at them and they right away disappeared. Even though A923 felt their sense coming his way, he wouldn't dare to come back to Colton's office to get yelled at so he went down the stairs to head back to his lunch duty. He thought maybe Colton was right. Ghosts “aren't real” and he must’ve been imagining things. Without losing his sanity, he went on doing his own job.

While Colton, who had already sat back down on his chair for his paperwork while finishing his cooked meal, noticed his old computer turning on all by itself from the sound of pressing the power button, leading to his desktop homepage with only a dark gray and black wallpaper. With all the files remaining there normally, there was one text document which was named, “untitled.” He didn't remember making that document when he was on his PC, but he grabbed his mouse and double clicked on the file to read it for his own will while pushing his glasses’ bridge to his radix to get a better read for the text document.

The text read, “Hello Colton. Do you remember us? Don’t delete this document now because if you’re reading this, we are in your prison hotel. Why do you ask? You will see. It was just the beginning.” He wasn’t affected by this message at all and didn’t think much of it because he thought this might be a glitch when he knew the computer turned on by itself. His PC wasn’t important to use so he deleted the text document and turned off his console and went back to work, minding his own business and hoped that it won’t happen again.

At three AM in the morning, everyone drifted to sleep except the night guards who were ordered to patrol the hallways to prevent any slaves from escaping the prison. Colton, who wasn’t having his normal sleep, had dark visions in his head while his eyes were closed. He saw a ghost couple standing, staring at him in his nightmare as they drifted closer and closer and closer to his vision.

“...wake up…” One ghost softly whispered to Colton. “...Wake up.” Colton immediately opened his eyes after hearing a loud whisper in his dream. Then he paused when he heard his computer turning on.

“That-... That can’t be…” He said, slowly sitting up on his bed and lifting the blanket off his body. But his rage limit increased as he thought that someone had snuck into his office, so he rushed out of his bedroom (which was right next to his office) to his office, opening the door. “WHOEVER SNUCK IN MAH OFFICE WILL GET-” His sentence stopped as he was shocked seeing his computer turned on again. But he was sure lucky that no one woke up because he was all alone in his fifth floor hallway.

He walked towards his desk and stared at the desktop homepage which added another text document that time titled, “don't forget.” He placed his palm on his mouse, and double clicked on the document.

“You shouldn't have deleted the previous text document Colton. We're just getting things started.” He this time didn't delete the document. Instead he left it there and exit out of the note, worried that his PC will create another text file again. Before he was about to shut off his computer, the screen already went off by itself which made Colton confused, but he was too tired to investigate his console any further so he head back to his bedroom and head back to sleep, covering himself with his blanket.

Colton drifted himself to sleep, then two ghost figures which was a husband and a wife, watches him in front of his bed and vanishes into the dark.