#ttte Arry

[devilowls]

Some devious diesels

[northwesternhigh]

What's all of your least favorite subjects?

Thomas (Art and Design by @putuponpercy)

Percy (Art and Design by @just-another-miserable-prick)

Emily (Art and Design by @b1anketplask)

Duck (Art and Design by @the-quackeroos)

Oliver (Art and Design by @artbreddo)

Ryan (Art and Design by @shikariiin)

Arry & Bert (Art and Design by @man-made-dragons)

Millie and Arthur (Art and Design by @gundamcalibarney)

Douglas (Art and Design by @kenora-pizza)

(More answer will be in reblog!!)

[the-quackeroos]

I thought about adding Diesel 10 to Sodor UK time and time again, and here he is. he is Arry and Bert's crime boss, and he got Pinchy the Claw from a car bomb accident.

p.s. Diesel 10 is asexual.

[bruhstation]

I think I know what happened to the missing people in cstm act 2 !!1!!11!1

who dropped off those inhumane concoctions by the employee's break room? not a shocker, honestly....

[fabianvalencia561]

If Arry and Bert went on a party, how many days would they be drunk and how would they get back to the diesel workshops?

[henryisalesbian]

diesel deserves to have a little a found family. as a treat.

[sekiumiarashi]

more engine designs! whistle wednesday has just finished season 20 and we all live in fear of bwba but we’re living the high life right now and I’m planning on riding the hype train all the way to our inevitable crash 

[ilovecharile]

Look at these idiots having fun

No wonder the dieselworks is a mess.

[thebunnylord]

Diesel’s parents: okay kids! We’re going to be out for a few minutes, Diesel, because you are the oldest, you will be-

Little Diesel: *immediately ties a screaming kid Paxton and Sidney to a chair, duct tapes toddler Arry and Bert to the wall, and puts baby Splatter and Dodge in the trash can, and sits on it happy to be in charge.*

Diesel’s parents: …. Unloading the washing machine while your aunt looks after you all, because it would be very irresponsible on our part to leave a 10 year old home alone, and in charge of looking after their younger siblings.

Little Diesel: *angrily dumps baby splodge out of the trash can*

[puffpal7]

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 28 - Which Way Now?

Lost in the Fog:

The Island of Sodor was hosting a visitor from the Other Railway. The visitor was a large, impressive tank engine who was helping out on Thomas’ branchline.

“I do love getting to pull trucks again,” the engine said cheerfully to Percy. “We don’t to pull trucks on my heritage railway.” “They might be fun, but you do have to be careful,” warned Percy. “Some trucks can be troublesome.” The engine chuckled. “Don’t worry about me, Percy – I’ll be fine!” Percy was doubtful. And yet, to his amazement, the visitor managed the trucks well. The trucks came along quietly, distracted from misbehaving by the songs the engine sang to them.

The visitor really did brighten up the yard every time they passed through. “Did you need a hand?” he offered to Toby as the old tram struggled with a long line of empty ballast trucks heading back for the Little Western. “That would be great,” grinned Toby. “Thank you.” With the visitor’s help, they managed the run in half the time it usually took – and better yet, his sing-a-longs kept the trucks from acting up.

“You really have a knack with the trucks,” mused Duck, watching in amazement as the big engine shunted them into their proper places. “I’m impressed.” “Thank you!” the visitor said. “That’s too kind!”

The visitor grew to be popular amongst all the engines. The speed and dedication they brought to every train won over even the gruffest of trucks and engines alike – not even James could think of a bad word!

Everyone was sad when it came time for the visiting engine to return back to their heritage railway. “Safe travels!” called Percy. “Don’t get lost!” warned Oliver. “Lost?” quizzed the engine. “That isn’t likely, is it?” “Well… no – but sometimes the signalman near Killdane nods off. Make sure you whistle to alert him to your presence.” The engine smiled. “Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep it in mind!” And with that, the engine set off into the setting sun.

Things went well at first – but then night fell. With it came the mist. The mist rose up out of every crevice, seemingly rising up out of the ground itself, swirling around and blanketing everything it touched in an impenetrable wall of grey.

The visitor peered into the darkness, trying to see which town they were passing through. The station signs were obscured – several station lamps flickered and died and a chill danced in the air, winding around the visitor and doing its best to freeze their boiler into ice. The visitor still battled onwards.

“We can’t stop here…” they said, narrowing their eyes to try and spot a familiar shape. “It’s the middle of the mainline. No trains can stop here.” “Then which way now?” asked the engine’s driver. The answer lay just up ahead, where a signal light shone green, piercing sharply through the mist to illuminate the world around it.

“Someone must be expecting us,” hummed the driver. “That’s good!” A station platform appeared on the engine’s left, and they slowed to a stop, waiting for some sort of instructions on where to go. The driver and fireman looked back, and then the driver groaned.

“That stupid signalman! Come on, you need to go remind him that he needs to drop the signal back to red.” “And you?” “I’ll go find us some hot coffee in the station house. This seems like a big station – there’s got to be someone around.” The two left their engine sizzling nicely under the station canopy, heading off to complete their respective tasks.

Normally, this would have been fine – and had the engine been anywhere else, this would have been a routine stop. But the name of the station illuminated by a flickering station lamp was Killdane. “Um… shouldn’t we whistle?” asked the engine. But his crew had already left.

The engine’s eyes darted around. Something felt off about this station. It wasn’t the electric wires running above the tracks, nor was it the eerily still lines of coaches and trucks in the sidings. No, there was something else. Maybe… the second set of points that felt like they shouldn’t be there?

“Oh, why hello there,” grinned a deep, almost gravelly voice from behind the engine. “Um… hello?” The visitor had never heard that voice before. There was no face to put to the sound – this voice was completely new, and it scared them slightly. “What’re you doing on our line?” “I’m waiting to continue on,” the engine replied firmly. “We’ll take you,” the voice replied. Before the engine could question that, they were buffered roughly from behind. There was the deep, almost howling honk of a diesel horn, and the engine was suddenly being shoved forwards, out of the station.

“Hey! You can’t do this! Stop! Stop! Driver!” The visiting engine’s driver sprinted onto the platform, just in time to see the shape of a long train of scrap leave the platform where their engine had previously stood.

The engine tried to apply their brakes – but they couldn’t. They tried to call out for help – but no one answered.

The diesel pushed the poor engine down a long, overgrown path that led down through a bricked path between rows of town houses. The mist was even thicker down here, engulfing the poor engine and making it almost impossible to see what was ahead.

At least, until the mist began to clear around a large industrial estate, littered with the rusting remains of engines. “Oi! You can’t do this!” shouted the engine. “I’m preserved! Preserved!” “No one will come looking here,” sneered the diesel, shunting the engine into a shed. “Your crew can’t save you now, steam kettle.”

The steam engine sat, cold and alone, in the shed. Ahead of them, a pair of massive sliding steel doors were clamped tightly shut. Suddenly, the engine felt a jolt. The scrap trucks had been shoved behind them.

Two identical diesels in grimy green paintwork with wasp stripes oiled up on either side of the visitor. “This time, there’s no escape,” one sneered. The other just shot the poor visitor an unidentifiable look.

The two rumbled backwards again – and then the engine felt another jolt, and they all began to roll forwards. The giant steel doors groaned open, revealing a room bathed in red. Molten slag bubbled on either side of the track, and a giant claw loomed overhead.

“This engine’s not for scrapping!” begged the engine. “I just want to go home!” The claw didn’t stop its descent, lowering down, down, down…

With a sickening crunch, it ripped into the visitor’s boiler, lifting the engine up into the air, and dragging it over to the molten slag.

“Just another poor soul, gone to meet its maker,” sneered Arry. Bert didn’t reply. He just silently rumbled away, a goal set in his mind.

This time, Arry wouldn’t get away.

Back to Master Post

[happyspookysteamer]

The Ironworks twins. Random Headcanon: They own a few chickens as pets. They really like animals, more than people.

[bladexjester]

Arry and Bert drop by Squidward's house

lol 😂 😆

[the-quackeroos]

wanted to draw more of 'Arry and Bert, the twin duo of gangsters who lurk in the hellish industrial yards and alleys at night. the original reference is under the cut. ;3

[bruhstation]

Hello what does Percy look like in Casa Tidmouth Act 2??

dieselworks just called. they don't want their juggernaut back

[fabianvalencia561]

Oh No You Found Me!

Arry was walking around where the sun shine on the remaining town that was once full of life and many people. Now the town is empty and quiet.

Arry: ....... It's really quiet....... *He said to himself* I miss when everything was normal.......

As Arry walks around the now empty town he hears something.

"Hello?" A little voice shouted as if it was far away..

Arry stopped and then looked around as he heard the little voice. "Hello? HELLOO?" the voices shouted again.

Arry: uh.... Hello? **He looks around**

The voice stopped for a minute but once Arry was about to leave... "Hello?" At this point Arry wanted to ignore the voice but once again Arry responded.

Arry: Who is there!? *He raises his voice*

Then the voice stopped and Arry heard a little giggle "Come and find me!" Arry was a bit scared of this situation but he slowly and cautiously walked to the voice. The voice sounded young. A little girl maybe? Well the voice was of a young child. "Come and find me!" The little voice shouted as it giggled. Arry breathing was slow as he was nervous.

When he finally gets close enough he looks around and is very confused. The voice stopped and no one was there.... Or so he thought.

Soon Arry smelled something rotten and noticed more bugs were around. Once Arry got closer..... He found them

......

You found them Arry! :D