#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

[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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[ask-sentient-vehicles]

Has Duck always used a wig or did he used to have hair?

You know at first I thought that the bald engines would be always built that way until I realized engines rust over time in real life.

So hair loss really isn't far fetched ;P

Duck before he came to Sodor, as he was first designed.

Their hair is made from the same material they use to make plushies and dolls!

[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

[dieselstooyou]

Hey, I know your au Lady is evil or something like that, but could I see her? I wanna know why she's lost her mind.

Glory: well I assume from the amount of magic she had her hands on made her lose control of her sanity, Making her power hungry and such went after the island for more, make sense to me right?...I don't like talking about that part of my life..

Glory: all I remember is that the other leaders banished her too somewhere, all they gave me is she's still in the island. I just hope she realized what she'd done too the other engines..

Meanwhile:

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Lady: trust me I ent planing nothen anytime soon..

[songbirdsengines]

Fun canon note of the day:

Rev. Wilbert Awdry was canonically the NWR’s publicity manager for a brief period of time around WWII.

Do with this information what you will.

[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

[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.



[steam-beasts]

A photo of Gordon, a week into Stage 6. No matter how much painkillers they gave him, the pain was still strong. No one noticed that his chassis was damaged.

Cw/Tw: Blood, vomit and slight gore but not a lot.

[sodor-spirit]

…What happened?

[thefluffyrailway-official]

𝕂𝕪𝕒𝕟

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙺𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚜.

𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠...

𝙱𝚞𝚝... 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙺𝚢𝚊𝚗? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝙷𝚒𝚖...

𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝟷𝟶 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

(𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜)

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙺𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝟷𝟶'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙺𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙺𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝟷𝟶 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 "𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍" 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝟷𝟶'𝚜...

𝙽𝚘𝚠... 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙺𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛... 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢...

𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙻.

(𝙰𝚄 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜: @steam-beasts <𝟹)