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monstroso · 7 months

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Traintober Day 12: Something Borrowed

Borrowed from the BR by Oliver, borrowed by everyone else subsequently. He doesn't mind, every engine could use a reliable brake van.

#ttte toad #ttte oliver #ttte sonny #ttte james #ttte #my art #traintober #traintober 2023 #thomas the tank engine #ok im going back to sleep now lol #ray plays trains

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theflyingkipper · 7 months

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My traintober list is here! Please feel free to skip days or combine prompts, this is meant to be fun :] Im posting in advance so that people will have time to prepare in advance if they would like! Have fun everyone and don’t stress out.

#I will not be able to participate myself #but I wanted to contribute in some way because traintober is amazing #traintober 2023 #ttte #thomas the tank engine #oh! the contributions don’t necessarily have to be TTTE!#ttte fandom #traintober #art prompts #art challenge #monthly art challenge

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weirdowithaquill · 7 months

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Traintober 2023: Day 5 - It's Only Me

The Words that Mean the Most to Edward:

Edward had been celebrating a successful rescue of Henry. Henry had just gone to push Gordon into the works siding, when he heard ballast crunch on the lineside behind him. “Driver…” “No Edward.” Edward jumped; a line of trucks behind him went flying. “It’s only me,” snorted the Fat Director, stepping around to the front of the old blue engine. “I thought I’d congratulate you on a successful job today.” “Oh, uh… thank you sir. I did my best.” The Fat Director chuckled. “That you did,” he said easily. “But next time… perhaps give Gordon some tips on what to lie about breaking down. Safety valve my hat! Did no one think to mention I was CME of the railway at one point?” With his piece said, the Fat Director strode off, leaving Edward speechless.

The old blue engine watched as James sulked away, banging the coaches roughly as he shunted them back into their sidings. “Stupid coaches, stupid passenger, stupid newspaper, stupid bootlaces…” the red engine muttered darkly under his breath. “Do you think we should keep him?” asked a familiar voice. Edward jolted – the Fat Direct—no, the Fat Controller was standing right beside his bufferbeam. “It’s only me,” chuckled Sir Topham Hatt, patting Edward’s buffer before leaning against his running board. “I just thought I’d ask your opinion on James.” Edward shot a look over at the red engine, then back at the controller. “I think he has a lot of potential sir, but I also think he needs to challenge himself to show off his potential. He’s in a new environment, with new engines and he had a crash – he’s just acting aggressive to try and hide his fear.” The Fat Controller nodded, and strode away.

“I can’t believe they would… they would say such things about me!” hissed Edward furiously, sparks shooting from his funnel as his safety-valve popped up. As much as he’d tried to keep a calm face in front of the Fat Controller, to hear the engines he’d thought of as friends treat him like they did – speak to him and belittle him for just wanting to do his job and doing the job none of them would do. It… it hurt. “It wasn’t right of them,” agreed Sir Topham Hatt, stepping into the shed from out in the cold. “I… uh… sir! I apologise, I must have sounded a right—” “Edward, please,” Sir Topham huffed, pulling up a crate and sitting down beside the old blue engine. “It’s only me.” “I… I don’t know what to think, sir. They’re meant to be my friends, and yet they treated me like ash and clinker…” Edward spent all night talking, venting out his thoughts and feelings – and when he was done, Sir Topham Hatt simply patted him on the buffer, smiled and strode out.

Edward barely managed to keep a grimace on his face, and not burst into tears. Henry was one of his closest friends on the railway – in spite of years’ worth of teasing – and here he was, lying on his side half-buried in the snow. He was groaning lowly, and the way almost every piece of his running gear was skewed in some unnatural direction made Edward feel sick – but he had to help. He had to help clear away the splinters that remained of many of the vans, then position the flatbed and the cranes so they could hoist Henry up into the air. “The signal was down sir…” Edward couldn’t bear to listen. All he could do was wait and watch as James resolutely dragged the flatbeds away. “Are you alright, Edward?” “I… don’t want to talk sir.” “Oh Edward… it’s only me,” Sir Topham said gently, taking a moment to haul himself up onto Edward’s bufferbeam to sit beside the old engine. “You can talk to me about this, it must have been traumatic to witness.” Edward couldn’t deny it, and even though it was dangerous, and against railway regulation, and all sorts of other things, Sir Topham Hatt sat on Edward’s running board as the old engine slowly puffed home, releasing all his fears and worries and letting the kindly controller into his deepest, darkest thoughts.

Edward cried at the funeral. The Fat Controller was gone – dead, and he’d left Edward and the other engines right after British Railways had announced their plans to scrap them all. While he wasn’t the first owner Edward had had, he was certainly one of the men closest to Edward’s heart – for all that some controllers said engines didn’t have hearts, and didn’t care, Edward did. Almost all the engines did, for all their various relationships with their controller had played out. Sir Topham had kept him on long after another controller would have scrapped him, had listened to him in his darkest times and sought his advice when needed. And perhaps he wasn't perfect - no human was - but all the same, he'd done a lot more for his engines than history would ever give him credit for. “Don’t cry, Edward,” whispered a voice on the wind. “It’s only me.” And for a brief moment, Edward thought he could see Sir Topham Hatt smile at him from beside his son, their new controller.

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#fanfiction writer #railway series #weirdowithaquill #thomas the tank engine #railways #traintober #traintober 2023 #It's Only Me #ttte edward #ttte sir topham hatt

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gundamcalibarney · 7 months

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DAY 3 : TWINS

Cant have shit in Sodor these thangs are messing with this green rectangle

#daryl draws #ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte bill #ttte ben #traintober #traintober 2023

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klauskrusty · 7 months

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Day #1: Free Day

Ideally, I would have liked to have inked and coloured this one, but I'm not sure I'm that confident yet...

Prompt list:

#traintober #traintober2023 #ttte bulgy #ttte duck #ttte oliver

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proteusofthehills · 7 months

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Traintober Day 1: Free day!

traintober is here!!! since its a free day, i decided to draw the namesake of my blog, proteus :D

#traintober #traintober 2023 #proteus ttte #ttte #my art

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hazel-of-sodor · 7 months

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Day 1-A Day OFF

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Day 1-Free Day

A Day Off

Gordon awoke early as he always did. Sixty years of waking early to take the morning express made it nearly impossible for Gordon to sleep in. However, he usually didn't mind, after all the express must be pulled, came rain, shine, sleet, or hail. Today was not usual. Today he had a day off. Although the concept of engines being given time off had come to Sodor several years before, Gordon couldn't say he truly understood the appeal. Oh he didn't begrudge those that enjoyed the days off, he could certainly understand the goods engines' need for time away from their troublesome charges, but he was an express engine. Express work was difficult, requiring speed, precision, and stamina. It was perhaps the most difficult task an engine could be given. It was also freeing. Nowhere else did Gordon feel alive in the same way he did while at speed with his coaches, racing the wind itself towards his destination.

While the Express had occasionally not ran at times over the years, or it had been given to another engine, he had never missed the express because he was taking the day off...until now.

To his left, he could see Gracie being prepared by her crew for the express. It wasn't jealousy that had him feeling oddly out of sorts this morning, no matter what James said...or at least not as it once would have been. The steam turbine was a friend and had been his running mate for nearly two decades before she was moved to the Vicarstown-Mantauo run. So while he would admit to being envious of her, it was a weak and fleeting emotion, easily brushed aside in favor of his true discontent with being forced to take a day off.

He had nothing to do.

When Henry had oh so helpfully asked what Gordon had enjoyed doing, his answer of "pulling expresses" had somehow only further convinced Sir Topham Hatt that he needed a day off. Gordon was an engine of action, and while listening to opera recordings while he waited for his next train or as he settled in for the night was enjoyable, he could not see himself doing it for longer than those periods.

He had briefly considered going to the works for maintenance and perhaps a repaint. Unfortunately, he had been recently given a tune-up, and any maintenance that could be achieved within a day was already done. Repainting wasn't an option either, while he had no doubt he could be repainted if he wished, his current coat of paint was still fresh enough James was using his reflection in it to check his own paint for blemishes.

He had known that approaching his shed mates with his problem would have only led to teasing, and likely would not have produced any usable results, so he had instead approached another engine. Their enthusiastic response had in no way encouraged him.

As if summoned by his thoughts, a quiet peep peep came from the yard as his guide for the day approached. Thomas rolled happily into view, oddly chipper for the early hour considering Thomas was famously not a morning engine. He was pushing a small flat track with an odd bucket on either end with pipes coming out of them towards the ends of the truck.

"Good morning Gordon."

"Good morning Little Thomas, you seem to be in high spirits for such an early hour."

"It's a wonderful morning," Thomas hummed contentedly, as he buffered up to Gordon.

Gordon raised an eyebrow.

Thomas's driver snorted as she climbed down from his cab, "it's the coffee," She explained.

"Coffee," Gordon repeated dubiously. Whilst he was not as disdainful of human food or drink as certain red engines, he couldn't say he was an enthusiast by any means.

Thomas happily nodded, "A shop in Ffarquhar opened that served engines as well as people." The tank engine took a long sip from the pipe facing him, which Gordon now realized was straw for engines. "It's wonderful," he said with a happy sigh.

Samantha snorted as she coupled Gordon to the truck, "It certainly helps out with your mood in the mornings."

Thomas gave the engine equivalent of a shrug.

"I feel better with it. We also got one for you Gordon!"

Gordon eyed the container before him with suspicion.

"It's fine to drink." Samantha said, "Thomas has one every morning and the only side effect is an improved mood."

"Then Gordon needs three," Henry called as he rolled past on his way to the docks to collect the Flying Kipper.

Gordon wheeshed at him, but he only chuckled.

"It's okay if you don't like it." Thomas said seriously, "I know you're not the biggest fan of human food, but I tried to get something I thought you'd like."

Gordon sighed at his friend's nervous expression, knowing he'd at least have to try the drink.

Gordon took a slow hesitant pull from his straw. He expected it to taste like his firewoman's smelled, overpoweringly sweet and creamy. Instead, he got a rich, bitter, and dark flavor, nearly biting in its intensity, and pleasantly hot. When he had finished his sip, he eyed Thomas thoughtfully, "You say you get one of these every morning?"

Thomas nodded, "Yes. Sir Topham Hatt arranged for it to be ready when I arrive for my first train."

Nicole snorted from Thomas's cab, "but yours has enough sugar and creamer to drown someone.,

Gordon considered his coffee thoughtfully, "...I would not be averse to a similar arrangement."

"I knew it!"

As Thomas happily chattered away as he pulled Gordon from the sheds towards his branchline, Gordon let a fond smile grow on his face. Perhaps a day off wouldn't be amiss after all.

#ttte fanfic #rws fanfic #TTTE Gordon #ttte thomas #Prompt-Free Day #Traintober #Traintober23 #Traintober 2023

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fireflameproductions · 7 months

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Traintober #4

‘Devious’

Good old devious Diesel! Definitely one of my favourite antagonists in the show. I kinda messed up with the perspective on this one but oh well I still like how it turned out.

#fireflames art #traintober #traintober 2023 #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #thomas the train #thomas and friends fanart #ttte #ttte art #ttte fanart #ttte diesel #diesel engine

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dieselstooyou · 7 months

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Traintober Day 3: Twins

The Scottish Brothers redesign. :)

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte humanoid #thomas and friends #art #ttte au #my art #traintober #traintober 2023 #ttte donald #ttte douglas

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monstroso · 7 months

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Traintober Day 3: Twins

Donald and Douglas cosplaying as The Twins from Bullet Train. Double the train content.

#ttte #ttte donald #ttte douglas #ttte humanized #my art #ray plays trains #one day i will draw something that isn't two men looking at each other i prommyyyyy #traintober 2023 #traintober

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theflyingkipper · 2 years

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“Help me! Please!”

Traintober Day 9: Brace for impact

#posting this while babysittign no time for tags ENJOY PLS #ttte #thomas the tank engine #art #ttte gordon #ttte redraw #kips art #traintober 2022 #traintober

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weirdowithaquill · 7 months

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Traintober 2023: Day 12 - Something Borrowed

Maybe Don't Borrow Henrietta:

When Toby awoke, she was gone.

“Henrietta?” he asked tentatively, not seeing her, Annie, or Clarabel in the carriage sheds. It wasn’t normal. Annie and Clarabel, he understood. They had to go with Thomas on his first train of the day – but Henrietta was always waiting for him.

“Henrietta!” called Toby again, clanking through the yards. Had someone moved her? It didn’t make any sense. The tram engine circled through the entirety of Ffarquhar yard once, then twice. Percy opened a sleepy eye.

“What’s the matter, Toby?” he asked, yawning. Toby didn’t answer at first, instead ringing his bell and calling out his faithful coach’s name again.

“Toby!” Percy whistled, eyes now open. “What is going on?”

“Henrietta’s gone,” Toby replied frantically. “She’s gone! Percy, I can’t lose Henrietta – we need to find her.” Percy’s mouth set into a grim frown.

“We can’t leave our duties to go find Henri—” Percy was interrupted by Toby shooting him the darkest glare the poor little engine had ever seen. Percy went silent; Toby hurried out of the yard and down the line.

“What is going on?” demanded the station master.

“Henrietta is missing, and Toby’s on a warpath,” Percy replied. The stationmaster raised an eyebrow.

“Missing? Thomas borrowed Henrietta earlier for his first train – didn’t he mention it to Toby?” Percy winced. Thomas was about to be in for a wild ride.

“No… he did not,” Percy said.

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Further down the line, Thomas was whistling merrily to himself as he dropped off passengers by the airfield. It was a lovely day! The birds were singing, the breeze was gently rustling the leaves in the trees, Toby was charging at him looking like he was about to fight the devil him— wait, what?

“Toby?” Thomas tentatively called out. The tram’s eyes locked onto Thomas; the blue tank engine gulped.

“Henrietta…” hissed the tram engine. Thomas nearly sprung a leak. From the rear of his train, the tram’s faithful coach piped up.

“Here I am, Toby!” she called. Toby hissed again, scalding steam blistering the edges of Thomas’ paintwork. Thomas jolted back. A few curious passengers tried to step forward to look – the stationmaster hurriedly herded them away.

“You took her,” Toby snarled. It was not a question. Thomas did spring a leak, water trickling out from under his tank and onto the track.

“I was just borrowing her!” wailed Thomas, sprinting out of the station. Thankfully, the stationmaster had uncoupled Henrietta, making sure she stayed put while Thomas sped for the safety of his own shed.

Henrietta sighed, watching as Thomas retreated.

“Did you have to scare him so much?” she asked. Toby didn’t respond at first, instead buffering up to his coach and trundling in the other direction.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Toby said softly. “You’re—”

“Mine,” finished Henrietta softly. “And I’m—” “Yours.”

Henrietta chuckled softly. If there was one thing Toby wouldn’t ever allowed to be ‘borrowed’ again, it was her. It just took poor Thomas springing a leak for the other engines on the branchline to figure it out.

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#thomas the tank engine #fanfiction writer #weirdowithaquill #railway series #railways #traintober #traintober 2023 #ttte toby #ttte henrietta #ttte thomas #something borrowed #that you really shouldn't have

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gundamcalibarney · 7 months

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