#ttte Tidmouth

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 22-Surrounded

Day 22-Duck

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A Western Summer

When Duck approached the Tidmouth sheds for a rest before his next train, he was suddenly vividly reminded of his early days on Sodor. The shed was lined with the NWR veteran engines, Gordon, Emily, Henry, Linda, Jinx, Tidmouth, James, and more…all looking seriously at him.

“Good morning everyone.” He said politely.

“Good Morning Duck,” Gordon answered. “If you have time before your next train, there is a matter we would like to discuss with you.”

They already knew he wouldn't have to be ready for his next train for over an hour.

“Of course Gordon.” He said, stopping on the turntable, surrounded by the other engines.

“We have heard you have decided to pursue Cassandra.”

“She has been kind enough to grant me the chance to court her.”

“And just what do you intend to do with that chance?” Linda demanded.

He was a Great Western engine, the head of his line, he would not be intimated.

He also wasn't an idiot.

“To give it my best attempt.” He said honestly, “I am aware how fortunate I am that she of all engines gave me this chance. I will not squander it.”

“And if it doesn't work out?” Gordon asked solemnly. 

Duck stopped to give the thought the consideration it deserved, “I would be hurt.” He admitted. “I’m already dreading the day she returns to her line.”

“Then why court her, knowing she will leave?” Tidmouth asked.

“Because she is worth it.” Duck said simply. “I enjoy spending my time with her.”

He looked down, “we both know neither of us are willing to give up our branchlines to join the other. When her line is repaired I won't see her as often…but the time we will have will be worth it.”

“And if she decides it's not?” Henry asked.

Duck grimaced, “that's her call to make. I wouldn't like it…but it's her choice.”

Gordon considered the pannier for a long moment, then glanced at the engines around him, “are we in agreement then?”

One by one the engines nodded, some hesitantly, but all nodded.

Gordon looked towards Duck, “we'll help.”

“Pardon?”

Gordon cracked, smiling, “Cassandra’s been happier these last few days then we've seen in far too long. We decided that if you were as committed to her as you appeared, we would help make sure you two got time together once she returns home.”

“I passed then?” Duck asked, his relief palpable underneath his humor.

Gordon snorted, “yes, we could hardly tell Cassandra who she can date, she's been on the railways longer than most of us existed…”

“But you could decide whether to make it easy for me.”

“Of course. Normally we would have trusted you but…”

“They're Caomhnóir.” Duck said, “she deserves to have us look after her for once, instead of the other way around.”

“Exactly.”

Duck suddenly smirked, “I will be telling her about this, and she will not be pleased.”

Gordon chuckled warmly, “of course not.”

[ask-the-young-nor-westers]

Work is always busy at Tidmouth Station. But every so often, the workers of the NWR find odd moments here and there where they can relax and chat.

[bruhstation]

you’re just like the rest of them

[edwards-exploit]

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

[shikariiin]

Papa!🩵💙💚

[savs-avvy]

I should probably post this here too huh @bruhstation COME GET YOUR BOY !!!!

[noble-atomics-railway]

I saw this idea and thought it looked brilliant. I'm hoping to get a few more done, hopefully one a week, but I knew I had to draw Henry first in case I ran out of time.

Henry's theme of course is flowers and nature, featuring Robins, Roses, Holly and Poinsettias. I think the flying robin on the front of his boiler is my favorite light in this drawing.

Putting green lights on a green engine perhaps wasn't the best moment of genius, but after much reworking, I managed to get the holly and leaves to stand out.

I found this LMS Pacific book in a charity shop and it is full of photos of Black Fives I can use for Henry base references. I look forward to drawing many more Henry's from it in the future. The book \/

[theflyingkipper]

can you two back me up here instead of laughing!!

[coridalori]

GAY PEEEOOOPPLLLLE ‼️

[elester01]

The North Western Railway Fleet of 1952

Colour version

[ttte-yurishica]

"They go flying, one by one my comrades.

Dreaming that paradise existed

Softly, they are torn to pieces and rise.

Dreaming they were able to go far away."

Song: paper doll by kikuo

Gordon's design: @bruhstation

[hazel-of-sodor]

Sodor Light Show

Tidmouth 

1989

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It was rare to see the majority of the Tidmouth engines all in one place, much less the station itself. There were almost always engines running across the Island’s Mainline and beyond. In reality, neither the station nor sheds were designed to hold that many engines, and only two lines weren't covered in waiting engines.

Up Line One held the largest actual train, the Treelight Express. Twenty coaches gleamed under the station lights even with the strings of lights along their sides unlit, filled to the brim with passengers eagerly awaiting the run to come. At their head stood the railway’s flagship engine, somehow managing a regal expression despite being covered from footplate to funnel in unlit lights. He was studiously ignoring the muffled snickering from the red mogul at platform three, well aware the No.5’s laughter would turn to jealousy once the lights were lit.

 Down Line One held a smaller train of fifteen coaches facing the opposite direction with the distinctive shape of Zephyr at its head. 

The engines were quietly chatting as they waited for the train from Ffarquhar to arrive.

“I’m glad it's on this side of the island this year,” No.3 said as he stretched carelessly. “I love the ceremony, but I always dread the Kipper the next Morning if it starts from the East.”

“Or the North.” Tidmouth groaned good-naturedly. 

A familiar whistle sounded in the distance.

“That’ll be Thomas.” Gordon said, stretching his valve gear in preparation.

James frowned, “he’s early.”

Tidmouth laughed, “how much you wanna bet someone bet he couldn't make it before the hour?”

“You'll find no takers for that,” Jinx said, amused.

Thomas raced into view, his train covered in glowing lights, snow flying to either side, a large old lantern secured to his bufferbeam. The train glided smoothly into the station behind Zephyr’s train. The tank engine’s passengers flooded the platform, but a path was left clear for one of them. Sir Charles Hatt, strode forward strongly despite his quarter century of life, taking the lantern from Nicole who had unhooked it from Thomas’s bufferbeam and carried it to the unit tree in the center of the station.

Cheers, horns, and whistles filled the station as the tree lit, covering everyone in a rainbow of colours. Gordon was focused on the track before him, and the lantern being carried to him. The former Fat Controller passed the lantern to Rain, who quickly secured it to his lamp irons. Another round of cheers rang out as the lights of Gordon’s train blazed to life. The pacific vaguely registered the cheers as a second lantern was used to light Zephyr’s train, but his focus was on the signal before him.

Rain climbed back into his cab, the signal dropped, and the guard blew his whistle.

With a strong whistle, North Western No.4 heaved the heavy train into motion.

With a storm of sound, light, colour, and steam, the Treelight Express raced off into the night.

[oh-majicalcheese]

Friendly fire on @bruhstation 🩵

[bruhstation]

happy new year 2025, everyone! here's to a good year :-)

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[edwards-exploit]

happy 4/20. My deepest apologies.

original forever weed brownie comic by punkitt-is-here

[wysteriaisapenguin]

Here comes a special artfight attack for @bruhstation

It's Casa Tidmouth's #1 Boi, Thomas A. Billington!