#rws stanley

[pinkyberet]

RWS Humanized Ivo Hugh, Fred And Stanley

What? Humanized Narrow Gauges From The Railway Series? Yep :3

[d-issent]

There should be laws against ex-military engines still having their weaponry when they’re retired.

Well. Technically there are. It’s just that no one seems to be interested in following them.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Some old narrow gauge Nia doodles I’ve done over the past month, Nia’s livery was inspired by 🌺mrterrier673🌺 on Twitter

Saw some edits of Nia with glasses and I fell in love we need more engines with accessories

Some pannier shaped siblings, they met pre-msr days (they didn’t come in the same time)but were very happy to reunite with one another in the msr then in the Skarloey Railway 😊☺️

Their sibling friendship/relationship is like alastor and Rosie or Mary and jack, Nia didn’t care about Stanley’s “jinx” and defended him whenever he got bullied, she’s one of the very few folks who can make Stanley genuinely happy and do things like singing much to his colleagues surprise (also livery inspiration for one another♥️❤️🧡💜💛🖤)

[duskstargazer]

[1925]

Duke glared as his presumed rescuer pulled up alongside.

“No.” He said, hotly. “Not you.”

Stanley stood unmoving as Duke seethed.

“You are not heading my Picnic.”

“Manager's orders.” Stanley replied, simply. “I was the nearest engine. Now are we taking these passengers home or what?”

“I'd rather take them myself than entrust you.”

Stanley glanced down at the severe amount of steam leaking from Duke's system.

A low rumble of distant thunder quelled whatever Duke may have wanted to add.

“Look.” Stanley began, in a much calmer tone. “I think I've worked out what the issue is. If I'm careful, neither of us is comin’ off the tracks.

‘So long as I don't become another Jennings,’ he thought to himself.

“You're one of the most careless engines I've ever met.” Duke said, flatly.

“Well, it's either that, or your passengers come home soaked.”

Duke grimaced. He hated the thought of Stanley heading his beloved train, but he hated the idea of his passengers’ day being spoiled by the rain more.

He chose between the lesser of two evils, and hoped, as Stanley backed down in front of him, that he'd chosen correctly.

[traintrainingmontage]

Te's Narrow-Gauge Ships in a Nutshell

Skarloey x Neil (Neilloey):

Starcrossed lovers who decided to call themselves married the night before one of them disappears during the war. Skarloey and Neil had always been close, ever since Skarloey had arrived on Sodor. When WWI broke out, the two decided to be married, with their loving crews tying ropes around their buffers in an approximation of handfasting as Robert Sam officiated their ceremony. They promised each other that they would live through the war, but even though they both did, once the war ended, Neil's whereabouts were unknown. Luckily for both of them, Neil had ended up in the back of an abandoned warehouse, and through a series of connections, is unearthed in the modern day. He's taken by the SR, restored, and finally, FINALLY, Skarloey has his other half back, the only engine other than Rheneas he can be vulnerable around, the one who grounds him when he gets bouncy, the one who feeds into all of his schemes and jokes. Neil is grounding; easy-going; calm, kind, and collected; and just what Skarloey needs when he doesn't need to FIX the problem--just vent about it. Skarloey, for his part, is sprightly, energetic, insightful, and clever, and Neil always appreciates the joy that Skarloey brings to each and every day. His laughter colors Neil's entire world, and being back together gives them both a sense of rightness that they were both deeply missing. Expanded Neilloey thoughts here!

Rheneas x Stepney (Rhenney):

Lovers who could never last. They met in the summer of 1962 when Stepney came to Sodor and Rheneas had gotten back from the works. Stepney had just been entered into preservation and was being paraded as a mascot; Rheneas had just returned to his railway after being overhauled. Both of them feel like fish out of water; for Rheneas, the last time the line was this nice was when it was new, almost 100 years ago, and he's never had permanent co-workers before. He's home, but... home is more crowded than he remembers. Stepney gets that; for Stepney, he's not used to being on such a short line. There's a sense of adjustment that they're both struggling to navigate, and with Stepney being on Sodor, the two of them finding another engine that they can deeply relate to in this way is incredibly meaningful. It's not hard to fall in love with the other, really; they mirror each other, a standard-gauge engine out of place among his fellows, a narrow-gauge engine feeling the same. The right place at the right time. But it could never last, could never be anything more than a sweet summer fling; Stepney can't stay, and Rheneas can't leave. But for that one sweet summer, they have found their other halves, and that summer will remain etched in their minds forever, captured only in the letters that their supportive drivers pen on their behalf. This is the relationship most likely to be queerplatonic versus romantic, but I do rather like the extra layer that the romance adds, particularly if Rheneas only realizes it's love while listening to his driver read Stepney's letters and hearing the adoration buried in between the lines.

Sir Handel x Peter Sam:

Wholesome lovers who are one specific flavor of the grumpy one loves the sunshine trope, but also have depth beyond that. These two are quite sweet together--even as they're teasing each other about their various upgrades, Sir Handel can also be vulnerable around Peter Sam and knows that he can trust him with his life. He can trust Peter Sam with his vulnerabilities and fears. If he's being serious, Peter Sam won't laugh or put him down. He'll just listen and support him. And for Peter Sam, he loves Sir Handel because despite Sir Handel's arrogance and ego getting in his way (even if it eases up later), Peter Sam can see the good in him. The pride that pushes him. The ability to admit and reflect on his mistakes. The willingness to learn from other engines, such as Skarloey. The desire to do well even when he claims he hates working (and frankly, I don't think he does; I do think that as the express engine of the Mid-Sodor, he's fearful of messing up at the beginning and lets his preconceptions about what he should be able to do override the reality of having to navigate a new railway, new coaches, and new coworkers, so because he doesn't want to fail, he claims he doesn't want to work). Peter Sam has seen him become a better engine over the course of their tenure at the Skarloey Railway, and he absolutely loves that about him.

Rusty x Duncan:

Another flavor of grumpy/sunshine, but different from Sir Handel and Peter Sam. Rusty is calm and kind and has a heart of gold, as well as a strong work ethic. Duncan, of course, is rude and brash and prickly. However, once Duncan overcomes his initial distrust of Rusty, I feel that they warm up to each other quite quickly. Rusty makes Duncan feel safe in a way that he's not quite used to, but can't get enough of. He's the odd one out on the Skarloey for multiple reasons, including his factory work and the fact that he's not from Sodor, but being around Rusty makes him think that such things don't really matter nearly as much as he'd thought. He can let his guard down around Rusty; with the little diesel, he can rest. As for Rusty, I think Duncan is their closest friend in a lot of ways. Skarloey and Rheneas have been running the railway by themselves for so long, and are mentor figures to all the younger engines on the railway (including these two). Sir Handel and Peter Sam knew each other long before coming to the SR. Thus, Rusty and Duncan are the two "new engines" on the block, and this brings them closer together. Rusty also loves how fiercely Duncan both loves and lives his life, and while he can certainly be grumpy, Rusty is the only one privileged enough to see his softer side.

Duke x Stanley (Smudger in the TVS):

Another doomed love, with the potential of a redemption arc. I have often imagined that Stanley's attitude toward carelessness and spills concealed worries of inadequacy, but the Mid-Sodor management decided to give a rather draconian punishment for his actions, and he ended up abandoned in a flooded mine. Stanley was remorseful after he lost his wheels and was turned into a pumping engine, and if able to be rescued, I can imagine him trying to repair his relationship with Duke, especially if Duke was initially against him for his apparent carelessness. However, after seeing the Mid-Sodor's punishment for him and seeing how his defiant personality softened into something more genuine and remorseful, Duke decided to try getting along with Stanley and would ask to be parked near the shed so that Stanley would be less alone. After a few years of late-night talks, they became incredibly close, with Duke appreciating Stanley as an equal rather than him being another granchuff like Sir Handel and Peter Sam. It was only after Stanley was put in the mine that Duke realized the extent of his feelings for the other engine, but by then, it was far too late. It was only thanks to fate's meddling that the two were reunited in the 1970s, with Stanley barely able to believe that Duke remembered him, much less petitioned the management of the SR to rescue him. Duke's granchuffs, of course, know full well how much of a stubborn bulldog Duke can be when it comes to not letting go of his loved ones, so really, this is par for the course. But either way, Stanley is mistrustful of the SR and everyone on it at first, butting heads with some of the more fiery personalities, but once it becomes clear that the SR really is as much of a found family as they seem, he finds himself being dragged along by their pace until he feels right at home. What Duke loves about Stanley is that he brings out Duke's less elegant side. With Stanley, he can laugh loudly and let loose in a way that he's not comfortable doing in front of most others. He takes great pride in his knowledge of etiquette and elegance, to the point that it can be hard to bond with others when they want to be more casual, but with Stanley, it feels easy. He's seen the real Stanley, beneath all the bluster, and finds that this is an engine that he can truly be comfortable around. For Stanley, Duke is his confidante, his closest friend, the one who always cared about him even when he was at his worst. He didn't see Stanley's punishment and think that he deserved it; he saw Stanley's punishment and was compassionate instead.

[anonymousboxcar]

Moving Forward AU: Romance?

(This was something I meant to have out by Valentine’s Day, but… yeah. No spoons. The silverware drawer was empty. Apologies for the lateness, folks!)

I’m pondering what romantic shenanigans Stanley might get up to in my AU. I imagine it would be years before he felt up to pursuing that kind of relationship. But once he’s had time to settle into his new normal, process his trauma, and make new friends, he might feel more comfortable with it.

One possibility I see is that he and Duncan decide to give it a try!

I like the idea of Duncan falling for this rough n’ ready, plainspoken engine who helps him not blow up over the little things in life. And for awhile, Stanley is too busy adjusting to his new life to see it. But he feels ever fonder of his grumpy friend who makes him laugh and doesn’t ask him to be patient all the time.

Once they sort themselves out, they’re not ones for extravagant gestures. They do what they did before, watching tapes of George Carlin and cracking jokes, with the new understanding between them. It’s very easygoing and comfortable for them both.

(There’s also an ongoing competition between them to call each other the most ridiculous, nauseating pet names possible.)

Another possibility: you know how there’s a notion in the RWS of engines being paired up with coaches, almost “courting” them? I like to think Stanley scoffs at this. It seems silly and quaint to him. But he’s also rejecting any closeness due to his old, ingrained fears surrounding derailments and getting somebody hurt.

And then, at the rail museum, he meets a truck.

The truck works with Stanley in his capacity as an exhibit on trench railways. They used to carry troops and supplies during WWI, though not on the same railway as Stanley’s old wartime circuit. At the museum, they haul passengers around the grounds.

They notice Stanley’s uneasiness over this business and try to reassure him: “So what if you slide off the track? I blew up once!”

“…what?”

“Well, it was a ways ahead of me in the train. Got a face full of shrapnel and a bent axle. But! Point is, I’ve had worse. I can take a bump or two.”

Full of irrepressible cheer and optimism, the truck helps assuage the worst of Stanley’s anxieties. In return, Stanley — grateful and a touch bemused — does his best to give smooth rides. This wins him the trust of the truck, who never experienced such gentleness in an unpatronizing package.

They start chatting on their runs and at the end of the day about museum gossip, guests, and their old lives. The truck shares their adventures with other trucks after the war. Stanley tells the truck about operation on a more typical railway like the SKR.

Hearing about Skarloey and Rheneas’ treatment of their coaches, the truck wonders what it’s like to be treated the way a civilian engine treats their coach. Stanley, thinking of his own struggles to fit into a “normal” railway on the MSR, offers to help. The truck accepts.

Stanley stumbles over calling the truck “dear,” as well as the other typical flowery compliments and language. He’s self-conscious and a little embarrassed by the time the day’s over.

But he’s also flustered by the warmth in the truck’s responses, their own compliments towards him. They’re not flowery, demure, nor outrageous, but honest and open.

The truck, seeing how red in the face he is, apologizes for making him uncomfortable. “You already made me feel respectable, proper-like, before I asked you to do this.”

Stanley admits he liked their compliments. “Just didn’t know what to with ‘em, I guess,” he says. “But… I really did like ‘em. Made me feel good.”

“Oh. Well, you can tell me that, if you like.” The truck looks Stanley in the eye. “You can tell me anything. I won’t laugh.”

“Not even if I ask you to keep doin’ what you did today?”

“Not even that. Though — if I’m honest? I’d like it if you kept up your end of things, too.”

So they keep at it. Their exchanges become more natural, more like second nature over time. They become mixed into casual conversation, become less about meeting expectations of engine-rolling stock relations and more about what they like in each other.

After a certain point, one curious child visitor asks for how long they’ve been married.

A pause follows. It’s long enough for Stanley to realize he isn’t surprised or confused by the child’s assumption. It’s long enough for him and the truck to make significant eye contact, to see his happiness and hope reflected back at him.

“A year,” they both say at the same time, smiling.

[baldwin-10-12-d]

Here's request 2/2

@ladychandraofthemoone

Nia x Kana

Layers:

RWS Stanley x Proteus

Layers:

[duncandonuts06]

"Would you mind leaving me out tonight, Engineer? I'd like to see the stars."

Just a very rushed drawing I did of an oc I haven't even officially introduced yet, oops! Well, meet Davenport! I've been writing a story behind the scenes for a bit now. Started off as just a silly idea but like most of my silly ideas I get a little carried away.

He's going to get an official ref sheet along with Schatzi, if you remember him! (who I am working on as we speak!)

I wont say too much because I would like to leave the story a mystery, and I'll put most of his details on his ref. However, I would like to point out as a little teaser that he was built in late 1918. This will be a very important factor as you'll see later on. The story will have a lot to do with World War One and its legacy. I want to explore a relatively untouched side to the TTTE universe.

I will throw in two more things just for fun. Yes, he is a Davenport Trench Locomotive named... Davenport. His real "name" if you could call it that is 4417. Because of [redacted] he takes the initiative and decides to give himself a name, something which is unheard of for engines of war. Heavily inspired by Donald and Douglas naming themselves and forsaking their old numbers. Yea, this story is going to be a lot of fun.

[spud-dud]

I don't think i posted these here guys here yet, not here at least

Stop Ham Hatt and Stand Lee

[toast-com]

Random TTTE Au...stuff

Hehehe, in my TTTE Au, Stanley, Godred, and Bertram are a trio, known collectively as The Three Beasts. They are called such because all three of them are very beastly (more so than other engines), Stanley being a wolf, Godred being a leopard, and Bertram being a bear, and also because each of them are brutal fighters (both by themselves and as a group).

Sometimes when they're traveling together, they're known as Cererbus collectively. (i.e "There goes Cererbus." Duncan nodded at the trio as they headed out).

[hazel-of-sodor]

Presenting the Baldwin 10-12-D!

[pinkyberet]

What relationship does your Stanley and Smudger have?

Tbh, I Don't Know. They Don't Know Each Other

[sudriantraveler]

The aircraft buzzed in low and alongside. It waggled its wings as though in greeting, then pulled up and away towards the front.

Stanley was unimpressed.

"Darned flyboys" he muttered to himself.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Finally after a month of putting this off lmao this was meant for Traintober prompts but life and art block happens, based it off of a Trainz screenshot so have Stanley in peace.

[duskstargazer]

[1922]

Stanley growled as, with a sickeningly familiar clang and crunch, he ground to a halt, spitting and cursing as his wheels abandoned the rails in favor of the ballast and sleepers below.

His driver sighed. “I’ll go phone for help. Edie, you deal with the fire.”

“Damn it.” The Pannier tank engine grumbled.

“Somehow, Stanley,” the fireman groaned, “I think all three of us just lost our jobs.”

“Some things never change, huh?”

Stanley looked over. A filthy, dusty blue boiler stood in a shack adjacent to the engine shed. Cobwebs and soot coated what once was a footplate, and steam leaked out in nearly every possible direction.

“This railway’s pisspoor management claims another.”

“Whaddya mean? And how’d ya get in there?”

“Not willingly,” the husk of steaming scrap iron grunted, dryly. “While you’re waiting for your rescue, I should probably fill you in. Then maybe you won’t end up like No.2.”

“But… I’m number 2.”

“Exactly. Jennings,” she continued, “was a showoff…”

[transfem-edward]

What…happened to msr Stanley?(I got a feeling that’s he’s either dead or a ghost 👻)

He is a ghost yea, he's not totally aware that he is one though. He assumes he's just stuck despite being able to move now.

In terms of appearance he'd look similar to ghost engine due to flooding death