#ttte Bear

[edwards-exploit]

It's... it's...! Or, the big main line engines show their displeasure.

[great-green-hunslet]

There are two types of diesels-

[konnosaurus]

bear!!!!!!

i love this guy he's so squishy and adorable <3

[dragons-and-magic]

Thinking about disabled engines. :3

Engines that are blind and as a result, have to rely on their other senses to get around. They're better at it than even humans, because I believe that engines have better memory and observation skills than us. Maybe they get special aids, made specifically for engines. Like an engine equivalent of a cane, but it's more like a wire on their buffers, to let them know if they're approaching something. Their crews help them too, almost becoming seeing eye dogs for them.

Engines that designs were flawed and it impacted their lives in a certain way. Maybe they learn to work with it, like Duck and Boco. Or maybe they get "corrective surgery", like Henry.

Engines with mental or developmental disabilities like Sidney, who have short term memory loss and maybe forget things easily. Or maybe it's something else like autism or ADHD. But everyone let's them take their time, and helps them if needed, because GOSH they know they trying. The life of an engine is hard enough already. (As someone with ADHD, this one in particular is very important to me. Just found out today that ADHD and Autism are officially recognized as disabilities! So that's interesting!)

Engines that can't see well like Whiff, and have to get glasses made specifically for engines. And engine optometrists that can get them the correct prescription lenses.

Engine Specific doctors and engineers, they make it their life duty to help these disabled engines and get them back in working order, therefore saving them from scrap. Because if there are optometrists that work on them, there are surely doctors in different fields as well.

Disability Activists, both humans ones and engine ones, that speak out for disabled people and engines. Helping them to get rights, and their special needs met like they deserve.

And, yeah. That's about it. I you can see, I find this stuff very fascinating. :)

Some of this stuff is inspired by @joezworld's world building, which I greatly enjoy. Also some awesome TTTE ocs I've seen floating around. And also some amazing disabled people and family members I have known.

Thanks for for reading!

[coalnwater]

What is it with characters that were introduced in Enterprising Engines staring lovingly into the eyes of their saviours?

[thechaddyengine]

Sonic Heroes My ttte AU Take:

Team Sonic: Team Thomas

Sonic: Thomas Tails: Percy Knuckles: Mavis

Team Dark: Team "Splendid"

Shadow: James Rouge: Daisy Omega: Dane/1020

Team Rose: Team Charm

Amy: Rosie Cream: Whilla/Whiff Big: Neville

Team Chaotix: Team GREAT WESTERN

Vector: Diesel Espio: Duck Charmy: Oliver

Three new Teams made by me

Team Restored:

BoCo, Bear and Derek

Team Origin:

Edward, Gordon and Henry

Team Wasted Potential:

Hank, Molly and Billy

[scattered-sense]

Bit of fanart for @joezworld's most recent story, which I've been enjoying quite a lot, since it's ending soon. Trying to paint steam is still my bane.

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2024: Day 15 - Star

Duck once had a Friend...

Once upon a time, Duck the Great Western Pannier Tank had worked at Paddington Station in London as a station pilot. Paddington was a huge station with several engines just like Duck who rattled about shunting trains for the big engines to take on long journeys all across the West of England and into Wales. Some of these engines were pompous and rude, while others were old and wizened. Duck’s favourite engine at Paddington however was an old, old friend of his.  

Her name was Princess Margaret, and she was a member of the Star Class of GWR express engines. They were old and wise engines, who though displaced from the top link express services by their younger successors the Castles and Kings, still performed admirably.

Duck didn’t get to see his friend much. She worked trains that went right the way out to Wales and back, and so she would often spend the night at her destination before returning. But when Princess Margaret was there, she would always take time out to talk to Duck. The two were as close as engines could be – Margie, as Duck called her, had taught the Pannier everything there was to know about coaches when he’d first arrived, back when she still headed important expresses like the ‘Cornishman’ and the ‘Cambrian Coast Express’. As she’d been displaced first by the Castles, then the Kings, she’d begun running longer-distances, on lighter-laid lines that the two bigger classes just couldn’t travel on.  

“Margie was still in service when I left,” Duck explained to the sheds one evening. The engines at the Big Sheds had been discussing their lives pre-Sodor – the Scottish Twins had spent several long minutes purely explaining why the Thistle was the prettiest flower in the world, while Percy had spent almost an hour going through all the various parts of the country he’d seen. “I feel like she had a good chance of being preserved too. She even got to cameo in that one movie – the Titfield Thunderbolt!”

All throughout this, Bear had been unusually quiet. The former Western-region diesel had had his own stories he wanted to tell, but now he was slightly afraid of speaking up. Oliver noticed. The Great Western autotank was still new to the railway, and didn’t trust Bear yet.

“Well, Bear �� you look troubled. Is something the matter?” he asked. Bear winced, his engine making an odd rumbling sound. All the engines looked over, and Bear shrunk back under their attention.

“When I was being built,” he began slowly, “we… uh… I…” Henry smiled sympathetically.

“It’s alright Bear, we won’t hate you for what you have to say,” he offered. Duck, Percy and the other big engines agreed. Bear sighed.

“Princess Margaret was the last Star Class in service,” he said quietly. “And when I was built… she was… being… taken apart at Swindon.” Bear cut off, looking down at his buffers in shame. Duck’s eyes widened.

“She… she was cut up?” he asked slowly. Bear didn’t look Duck in the eye, staring down at the rails instead.

“Yeah. At Swindon. The men claimed they’d waited four years to see if they could find a buyer… and none came for her. I’m sorry Duck – she seemed like such a nice engine. She just told them it wasn’t their fault, and she’d lived a good life…” Bear rumbled out of the sheds to pull the Midnight Goods before any of the engines could say anything. Oliver looked horrified.

“I… I didn’t think he would be so… torn up about it,” he admitted quietly into the night air. “Oliver, I understand you went through something traumatic,” Percy replied darkly, “but you need to learn that not all diesels are evil. Duck… I’m sorry too. It’s hard learning a friend is gone.” Duck didn’t reply, instead staring silently out of the sheds.

His friend had been a real shining star on the Great Western, who’d served them through two World Wars and kept on going even as her class was torn up. And all she got for it was a cold siding at her own birthplace and a cutter’s torch.

Duck wasn’t sure what that said about Swindon’s legacy, but it wasn’t positive.

Back to the Master Post

[railway323]

merry shitscram

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (328)

[synthetic-rust]

Just your average Hymek diesel

[lordvonbunnyv]

Sir Handel: Skarloey, we have an issue.

Skarloey: what did Duncan do this time?

Sir Handel: well, no, it’s not Duncan this time! It’s Luke! He keeps bringing back animals!

Sir Handel: so first it started out with a few toads that wandered into the mines, nothing serious, he just caught them and set them outside. But then he began catching birds that flew into the mines, then a few hedgehogs, and then there was the incident with the deer, and you know where this is going.

Skarloey: no I do not know where this is going.

Sir Handel: well today Luke was up in the quarry and brought back a bear!

Skarloey: a what?! Sir Handel are you serious?! How is there a bear in the island? Bears do not live in the UK!

Sir Handel: then explain him! *points to bear*

Luke: *is hugging Bear*

Skarloey: oh…. I see… luke?

Luke: But he’s friend shaped!!

[duskstargazer]

[1968]

Most engines on the Fat Controller’s railway get along fairly well in spite of their differences. Most times, they’re able to put any issues they may have with one another aside and work towards a common goal. “Most engines” does not, unfortunately, include Murdoch and Bear.

“FIFTEEN MINUTES!!” Bear roared. “You held me up for fifteen minutes! And who do you suppose caught the blame for those seven milk tankers having gone off?”

“And what would you have had me do?” Murdoch retorted. “There were live sheep on the line, I couldn’t just move forward, I might have run some over!”

“Perhaps blown your whistle? What do you have it for, if not to make your presence known - as you seem to love to do."

“If I had blown my whistle,” Murdoch seethed through clenched teeth, “it would have only made them panic. Believe me, I would have loved to have blown smoke and forced them to move, but that simply wasn’t an option!”

A small group of engines watched the shouting match unfold, with mostly unanimous responses.

“What’re they arguing about tonight?” Charlie asked as she pulled in.

“Bear’s blaming Murdoch for delaying his train, and Murdoch’s blaming sheep.” Molly sighed, bedraggled as though she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Or… something.”

“And just last week, Murdoch was accusing Bear of leaving oil on the main line. And you know Bear took that one personally.” Almond added. He knew Charlie was keeping score of these things.

“So that’s five arguments incited by Murdoch, and three incited by Bear this month.” Charlie murmured.

“…”

“We’re a little over halfway through the month.” Molly sighed.

“I need a drink.” Almond groaned.

Rebecca pulled in a moment later. She made to take on water just outside the shed, but when she heard the raised voices, and Murdoch caught her glance and sent a glare her way, the big yellow engine quickly decided that the tower near Tidmouth Sheds would be a far better choice.

[konnosaurus]

i'm never going to emotionally recover from this

PLEASE everyone go and IMMEDIATELY read @joezworld's absolutely splendid fabulous wonderful glorious heartbreaking devastating remarkably in character fic 'God Rest, Ye Merry North-Westerners' (also on tumblr starting here!) it is so so good!!!

bear has my heart <3

[dragons-and-magic]

So I had this funny idea of a bunch of race cars coming to the island of Sodor, for Idk a rally or something. And the engines are learning about race cars, their temperaments, how they work, etc. They learn that typically, the louder the engine, the more impressive the car seems to the others. And guess who has the LOUDEST diesel engine on Sodor?

BEAR.

So picture this. A cocky young race car drives up to Bear and revs it's engine as a challenge. Bear, not really sure what is going on, revs his back. CUE THE LOUDEST MOST EARTH SHATTERING ENGINE REV ON THE PLANT, LITERALLY SHAKING THE AREA SURROUNDING THEM.🤣

The young punk car, SHOOKTH. (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!

The other cars, IMPRESSED.🤯

Bear: ??????

Anyways, after that Bear has accidentally became legendary among the race cars. The younger ones would continually try to challenge him, impress him with their tricks, or just chill next to him while resting. And all this time Bear is feeling very awkward but also doesn't want them to feel sad, so he's just like;

:) *Internally: Henry, please come save me again. Halp*

And meanwhile Henry is laughing his tender off at this whole ordeal.🤣

JUST TO BE CLEAR I don't know how diesel engines work on locomotives. I just thought this would be funny. Please be nice. :)

[v0id-c0rroded]

A smart looking Hymek, D7038, just outside Bristol with a tanker train from Portishead. Note the cars of the period outside the service station.

The Clifton Suspension Bridge can be seen in the background.

July 1969