#Ttte Lore

[just-an-emily-existing]

Tw: Death, Blood, Implied Gore

Happy Traintober, and happy reading ;)

Once, in a little valley of the Island of Sodor, before the Skarloey was the Skarloey Railway, there lived a timeworn steam engine named Cadogan. She was the first of her kind, known for her heartwarming whistles and the warmth of her vintage red color, Cadogan had seen many seasons cycle through the green hills of the island. She was a marvel of engineering, a pride of the station, most cherished by the little children who would wave to her as she puffed past, sending clouds of steam spiralling into the sky.

But as time marched on, her brilliance dulled. Technology advanced; newer, faster engines glided effortlessly along the tracks. Cadogan began to feel the gnawing fear that came with obsolescence, the relentless threat of the scrap yard looming over her. Whispers among the workshops grew louder, each echoing the unthinkable: “It’s time for Cadogan to retire.”

One crisp winter evening, as the sun dipped beyond the hills and cast long shadows over the rails, Cadogan sat in her shed, a heavy heart trapped within her iron frame. The fear of being dissolved into lifeless metal spurred something within her. The sound of the wheels against the tracks, the longing for the cheers of her passengers, it brought her to tears. The body she possessed could not accept her fate among piles of rust and decay. In a moment of desperation, Cadogan closed her eyes and wished with every ounce of steam in her boiler.

Suddenly, a warmth surged through her, igniting an ancient magic, a chance she never knew she had. In a flicker of golden glitter and a burst of steam, Cadogan transformed, her essence shifting from iron and steel into the flesh of a young woman. Her hair flowed like black smoke, and her eyes now gleamed with fire and life. Overjoyed but still filled with fear, Cadogan fled from her old life.

She raced through the misty woods, her heart pounding fiercely with newfound freedom, but the fear of being discovered still chased her. She was a creature of the tracks, yet here she stood, vulnerable in a world where she once was mightier than her human form could ever hope to be. It wasn't long before the townsfolk noticed a woman who looked almost exactly like her engine counterpart. They quickly realised it was Cadogan herself, trying to flee from the railway to Lady knows where. Some marvelled at her bravery to escape, but some believed she was an omen, a wraith signalling the end of the railway.

One fateful evening, weeks after her initial escape, Cadogan found herself at the edge of a bridge that loomed over a rushing river, the moon glowing white on the horizon. Questions swirled within her. Could she remain human? Would others accept a woman born from an engine? The doubts clawing at her mind twisted her heart into knots. Just then, a group of workers approached. They were armed with old tools and bows, faces twisted in disgust. They had come to reclaim the escapee of Sodor, a mission that included her fate as well.

Seeing the determination in their eyes, Cadogan understood the truth; they had come to take her back, to return her to the looming embrace of scrap. “No! I’m more than what they designed! I'm still useful! I don’t deserve this!!” she shrieked, desperation coursing through her veins. But they were resolute, pushing forward, and as her fear turned to rage, she was pressed to the edge of the bridge, heart pounding wildly.

With a sudden wave of anger, she scrambled to keep her distance, ready to leap into the freedom of the river below. They soon noticed her anger was turning into aggression, and saw she grabbed a huge stick and pointed it at them, backing away slowly. “I refuse to let you kill me! I’m getting across this damn bridge whether you like it or not!” So, the workers had no choice but to draw their bows. “Stay away from me!” she yelled, and in her turmoil, she felt an arrow pierce through her abdomen. In the fragile moment between horror and self-preservation, she felt herself fall back. Time froze as she lost her footing, falling into the depths below.

She screamed something wicked, a scream that could make ears bleed. The rushing waters greeted her with a cold embrace, and for a moment, she could breathe. Yet as she sank below the surface, the realisation struck her like an arrow. There was no escape from her own demise. She couldn't outrun her fate. Underwater and beneath the weight of her newfound humanity, she saw visions of tracks, glowing sickly warm in her memory, the laughter she had brought, the love she felt, the children who waved.

But alas, she couldn’t find her strength, the water paralysing her whole body. The world went dark for our Cadogan. But suddenly, a bright light flashed before her, a last wave of magic surged through her, resurrecting her spirit. She pulled herself from the abyss, thinking she could fly, but it was too late; the bridge, the lives above, and the hope she chased were irretrievably lost.

The workers had gone, leaving only the haunting echo of what could have been—a glimpse of a life forever marred by horror. Cadogan stepped onto the bridge, feeling lighter than ever before. She looked off to the side and saw her lifeless engine corpse, stuck between two huge rocks. She didn't even feel scared or shocked, she just stood there, and looking down on her body, saw the arrow... The arrow that had killed her, forever doomed to be lodged through her body.

She soon realised what she was—an engine dressed like a woman cast adrift, forever trapped on the isle that once adored her.

As the last curls of steam rose into the moonlit sky, Cadogan realised she was now alone and dead, not only an engine trying to escape but a creature of sorrow forged in the waters of loss. The only sounds that remained were the whispering wind that stirred between the trees, and the rushing of water over her body pressing against the silence of a bridge that would bear her grief for the ages.

But workers will tell you, on a full moonlit night, they can see the woman, running across the bridge, the arrow still lodged deep in her body, trying to pull it out. But she never does pull out the arrow, or reach the other side, for no matter the condition of the rails and bridge, she always slips and falls, screaming the same wicked screech as she did when she first fell and plunging into the water below.

[thefluffyrailway-official]

𝑶𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆~♪

𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚~♪

𝐺𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑢𝑝 = 𝐶𝑜𝑑𝑦

(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

[13o7billionyearsinthemaking]

What inspire you growing the wheels like that,on the Thomas characters?

It's not really something different from most humanization creators. Saw Emma's art when I first discovered this side of ttte, wanting to expand on that concept, making them more mechanical while keeping that friendly look. To add more wheels on the limbs for the illusion of technological realism, taking steampunk as a reference.

With regular human limbs it made things too crowded to I elongates the arms and gave them running blades siderods. Later on putting more aspects of their engine to them.

Thus inventing trainpunk

Here's the "definite" guide to the humanoid wheel arrangement

[ask-sentient-vehicles]

So, let's start at the beginning,

In history, before the invention of the engine, horses were used to pull carts. So hypothetically, the blueprint of a humanoid engine would be: mammalian, w/wheels fixed on the joints.

something I forgot to add: engines are toons. they are dolls. they are puppets. they are able to squash and stretch themselves in ways impossible.

a good comparison to them is Pinocchio!

Image ID: Engines gain sentience from gold dust. Lady is the supplier of gold dust.

there is no physical difference between steam and diesel, but an internal one; all diesels emit oil.

Engines no longer have to be driven; they can drive themselves! But they still need a driver and fireman to guide them, and start the day.

[jessythebunny]

How do your Gordon and Henry interact?

In my human au they’re rivals, in my swap au they’re like brothers.

In my AU, Gordon and Henry hated echother when they were children, but Gordon is the one who started this rivaly, and when he came to sodor for the first time, he saw Henry and Edward as friends, and Gordon didn't like that at all

Edward is the one who was protecting Henry and Henry has a weak personality and he can't defend himself, and when Edward isn't around, Gordon gets his chance and starts to bully Henry and beat him up, but Henry can't tell anyone about what's happening between him and Gordon because he didn't want to cause problems for Gordon.

And all this went on for a long time, until Sir topham hatt knew about this, and he reprimanded Gordon and told him that what he was doing was wrong towards his relative, and after that, Gordon decided to start a new page with Henry and become friends, so he apolozied to Henry, and Henry accepted his apology and they became friends.

Currently, they are the best relatives and nothing separates them!!

[sodor-spirit]

Missing Half 💔✨

[number1spongebobfan]

This is Henry with and without hair. Henry used to have long hippie hair that he tied in a bun before he got older. Now Henry is thinning. Henry used to have blue livery with red stripes. Then Henry got green. Henry doesn't mind being bald but he also liked his long hair!

[sketalya]

The OtherSodor AU [Prologue]

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Okay...I can't believe I finally mustered up the courage to write this AU story.

So actually this AU story is still work in progress and has a long time to finish it but I really want to share it to you so I'll share the prologue first.

I wrote this AU after getting inspiration from "Thomas and The Magic Railroad". I will also add my TTTE OC in this AU but the design is still not finished yet. And this story has a horror and mystery genre.

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[Prologue]

On the island of Sodor, as everyone knows, there is a secret railroad called the Magic Railroad and this railroad has been guarded by Lady for a long time. From there Lady looked after Sodor and helped many people so that it made Sodor a very warm and happy place. But...What if it turns out there is another secret railroad other than the Magic Railroad on Sodor? A secret railroad that is almost like the Magic Railroad and it even has its own Magic Keeper who is just as magical as Lady but very different.

Remember that the Magic Railroad is actually a portal between Shining Time Station and Sodor...Well, it's the same with this secret railroad. It's also actually a connecting portal between Sodor and somewhere…A place that looks like Sodor. But it's not the warm and peaceful Sodor that people know, but its a dark and terrible place filled with a lot of evil creatures...The Island of OtherSodor.

The Magic Keeper of the secret railroad, she does have the opposite personality compared to Lady, she is a bit cruel and sadistic. But just like Lady, she is also the one who tries to protect Sodor by keeping Sodor away from the evil creatures that are trying to get out through the secret railroad. She's been guarding the secret railroad for 1K+ years and yet no evil creature has crossed the secret railroad...But is it true? What if she made a mistake and It turns out that there was something from OtherSodor has finally passing the secret railroad?

And the thing that the Magic Keeper feared actually happened...After a thousand years, someone finally managed to outwit her and enter Sodor. That forced the Magic Keeper to chase after it and recapture it to avoid chaos, but unexpectedly…That person didn't escape alone. Who is the evil creature that has escaped from the secret railroad? What is the purpose and how many are they? Can the Magic Keeper catch it alone or does she need help for that? What might happen to Sodor after that? Will Steamteam be ok? The Dark Adventure is about to begin...

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(All the engines in this AU are just normal humans except for Lady, The Magic Keeper, and the evil creatures from OtherSodor).

And because I'm not very good at writing, I will continue this AU story by showing some concept arts or comics that I will make in the future.

I hope you like it :D 💖...And if you are interested, you can ask me anything but I will try my best not to give spoilers...Thank you

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[sparkarrestor]

BARRY’S BASIS IS CONFIRMED, I REPEAT, BARRY’S BASIS IS CONFIRMED!

HE IS INDEED AN IVATT 2MT

TANK

[thomastheloner13]

Now sodor designs

Thomas

💙 Thomas is constantly busy working since he has he's own line to take care of.

💙Is sometimes stressed but plays it cool in front of the others expect Edward and skarloey.

💙Has a childish heart but works hard because he's a very useful humanoid engine.

💙has a scare on he's eye because he got into a brawl with diesel 10

💙Has anxiety because of the past experience but keeps it low.

💙Likes to prank everyone even tho Percy would kick he's ass for doing so

💙Very close with Percy Gordon Edward and skarloey

💙Good friends with Emily, James, duck, Oliver and Rhaneres

💙Drinks coffee but can enjoy tea at some times (mostly when he's around skarloey)

💙Sees Edward as a father figure even tho they don't have ages

💙HATES DIESEL 10 BECAUSE FIDEL 10 A BITCH FOR STEALING HE'S BEST FRIEND THAT ONE TIME

[putuponpercy]

Omg I really love your James sm! Can you do more content about him please!! ❤❤

AAUGH THANK YOU 💖💕 ✨ Always happy to draw James and I'll be doing a lot more of him in the somewhat near future!! For now here he is back in his winter outfit because it's been cold af in the UK lately but he's still serving snark 💅(he watched Percy slipping on the ice for 10 minutes straight)

Would you believe it's been 4 years today since I first shared this loser's design here on tumblr? Happy Birthday Jimbles🎉!!!

[just-an-emily-existing]

“The engines are being used as slaves by The Fat Controller!”

WHAT DO YOU WANT THEM TO DO!? TO JUST STAND AROUND AND DO NOTHING aka BE THE POLAR OPPOSITE OF THEIR ENTIRE PURPOSE OF BEING F*CKING TRAINS!!!!???!!??

(Sorry for my mini rant but whoever came up with that idea probably has Alzheimer’s disease)

I Imagine it’s like working at a corporate job for some engines at least. Y’know how people will say they hate the job but continue working cuz they have nothing else, that’s what it feels like for them, but for the majority of the engines, they love working here, but that’s just my take lol

[crispie-lasagne]

feral hog screaming

[togetherness23]

King Thomas! 👑

Thomas was teased by the other engines for not sharing a name with English kings. After a gust of wind blew a crown decoration onto his head, Thomas seized the opportunity to declare himself King!

reference: King Thomas

[ask-sentient-vehicles]

Wait, if the enginamals can’t “do the do” or give birth, how do they get pregnant?

Try not to think about it too much. Think when a kid asks their mom “why is there a baby in your tummy?” the mom’s gonna have to lie a bit cuz her kid’s too young to know!

it happens when a mommy and daddy engine love each other very much (not only engines, other cyborg-animals too), then the mommy will get the bebeh in her tummy! Also, yk in Bambi and The Lion King, when it shows how Simba and Bambi were born? It’s just like that, nothing is ever explicitly shown. 100% G-rated! I hope that made sense?

[uncoupledengine]

Happy birthday to the best boi! DUCK!!!

So I have a head canon that all engines have a section of wall in the sheds that is dedicated to all of their big achievements. It’s to help them feel better when their sad, but also to remember some highs. So I drew a small section of Duck’s wall.

Top left:

This is a picture of Duck and Stepney not long after they double headed the express after the class 40 diesel failed. I feel like Stepney and Duck’s friendship is often over looked. I head cannon that their drivers totally write letters for the other engines to read.

Top right:

This is a picture of Duck having a Great Western Railway conversation with his idol The City of Truro. I would have loved to hear their conversations.

Bottom left:

This is a picture of Donald with Dilly. I feel like it is often forgotten that Duck was very important in Donald acquiring Dilly. So Duck is clearly Dilly’s second father.

Bottom right:

This is a picture of Oliver and Duck on the Little Western. It didn’t become a real Little Western until Oliver joined Duck on the line. They have such an amazing dynamic together that I wish we had more stories about them too.

On the far right is a flag that Duck received from when he helped save a man in the regatta all those years ago. This feels like something Duck would have kept for all those years and smiles every time he sees it.