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BLUE PETER IS FINALLY BLUE
Tornado would be beyond jealous
#real railway#ttte blue peter#blue peter#lner a2 peppercorn#steam engine#on the rails#steam train#Youtube
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((~~From Blue Peter))
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And here we got Blue peter all done :) snd he is a leopard seal and Utahraptor mix just like Tornado. In my AU he's the father of Tornado and as for Hurricane he was looking after Blue Peter when he was young. That's rigth Hurricane is the oldest of them
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Please tell me, can they kill someone with their horns?
I’m gonna hand this over to Edward to explain
#Ttte forest guardian au#thomas and friends#ttte au#ttte fandom#thomas the tank engine#ttte edward#edward the blue engine#ttte skarloey#ttte duncan#ttte rusty#ttte rheneas#ttte sir handel#ttte peter sam#ttte duck#ttte oliver
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Eyes
making this for my own reference
Skarloey Railway member eyes in my humanized ttte AU.
#ttte humanized#skarloey railway#ttte skarloey#ttte rheneas#ttte sir handel#ttte peter sam#ttte rusty#ttte duncan#Ttte au#Star Rails Chronicle#Actually before got memories wiped by Proteus; Sir Handel has similar eyes with Peter Sam but it's dark blue colored and not that round.#Can Rusty's pupils also become large like a cat though???#The picture looks so blurry. Well i did draw this in small canvas.
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cozy little engines playing a video game and eating snacks
#blankets over engines is a wonderful mental image but the worst thing to draw#the little brown‚ blue‚ and green pillow is peter sam's#sir handel has one just like it (both were gifts from duke)#the colorful flower blanket and drink cup are also peter sam's#the gear pillow and blanket with stars and planets belong to rusty#and they're playing minecraft together#rusty's eating pretzels#and peter sam has apple juice#congrats if you read all those tags lol#a li'l self-indulgent drawing 💚🧡#ttte peter sam#ttte rusty#my doodles#my post
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Lost, and then Found.
Traintober 2022 Day 13 - Lost
Summary - Blue Peter is Lost . Then he is Found.
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1962 - Dundee
I am lost
The engine stood outside the shed. The yard was still alive with the sound of steam, but it grew quieter each day. The quiet rumble of diesel motors grew ever louder in their absence.
At the standpipe, his sister sat, equally silent. He respected her greatly - and was quite jealous of her name.
Today, however, there was to be no jealousy, no friendly name calling, or even reassurances of a ‘next time’.
They both knew that there would be no ‘next time.’
“Are you the first?” He asked, voice solemn.
“No,” Velocity looked gutted. “They took Sugar last week.”
He felt powerless, and the whole world started to spin. One gone already? How many more can they take?
After a long and poignant moment of silence, Velocity left the yard - a slow empty stock train was to be her final duty, playing the ferryman of the damned for a group of old compartment coaches, before meeting her end herself.
Being “proper” express engines, they were not permitted to cry, and all he said when she departed was a quiet “Farewell, sister.”
Dignified even in her waking death, Velocity was equally stony. “Farewell, Blue Peter. May we meet again.”
She set off into the distance, vanishing from Blue Peter’s sight for the last time. The junction was not far ahead, and she signalled her final departure from Dundee with a haunting blast from her whistle that seemed to penetrate into Blue Peter’s very soul.
And then she was gone.
For the rest of his life, he regretted not crying.
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January 1967
They paraded him around for years, making use of his recently-overhauled state to haul around hundreds of tourists who wished to see the end of an era occur before their very eyes. Privately, he wondered if any of them cared that it was him specifically pulling their train, or if any steam engine could have filled in for him without their notice.
Judging from the number of snapped photos and produced notebooks, he almost felt as if they’d rather have any other engine but him, after the first time, just to fill another page in their books.
When they finally retired him, it was a relief. Long had he been alone, one of just three left, and now he would shuffle off this mortal coil to a railway in the sky.
They dropped his fire for the last time in October, and pushed him into a storage line late in November. As the bells of New Years tolled, in the city around him, the cold winter wind whipped through the lines of soon-dead rolling stock. It curled through broken windows and out open doors, howling in strange ways. As it whistled through the spokes of his wheels, he swore that it changed tune, and for a moment it howled like a steam whistle - one he’d not heard in almost 6 years.
I am found
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1971 - Doncaster
I am lost
They dragged him from his line barely a year after they put him there. His dreams of a reunion in the sky were dashed, as a glowering diesel - furious at being told it could not belittle an inferior - dragged him into the works of his creation.
He thought that they were to return him to his metal in the reverse of his creation, but lo, he was restored.
Made whole.
Made to live on.
A television show for children discovered that it shared a name with him, and multiple vapid hosts were dispatched to document his unwillingly renewed life. They smiled for their cameras, and wouldn’t leave until his cheeks ached from forced cheer.
With great fanfare, they “renamed” him, with the same name he’d known all his life. They cheered and they caroused, not needing to play up their emotions for the camera. Someone asked him how he was feeling, and all he could bring himself to say was “Overwhelmed.”
He wanted to go back to his line, and await the time when his family would join him.
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1985 - Dinting
His wish was granted, but not by a genie, but the proverbial monkey’s paw. Huge sums had been spent on his restoration, and then he was never allowed to run for more than a few days a year. “The economy” was the excuse. He didn’t care.
He was surrounded, on his storage road, not by the quiet almost-dead, but by the unquiet living. Engines from across the country were stored by their new owners - societies, rich men, etc. - in this place, the former home of the great electric line that charged over and through the Pennines. Electric lines stood, deactivated, surrounded by steam engines that were also.
Some were cared for, others were like he was. One of the former was left near him. She was sunny and bright, fitting of her name: Bahamas.
Cheer up! She’d say whenever the rest of the group seemed to be stuck in their own personal doldrums. We’re still here, aren’t we? No use moping around!
Many engines seemed strangely buoyed by that, but he was not.
“What is the use of joy?” He asked. “When you are all that is left? Every day I live, the fainter their memories get.”
She spoke to him, one day. You don’t have to be alone, you know. She said, gently. Life is worth living when you’ve got friends along the way.
“And when they leave me too? Taken by cruel men who care not for us?”
You cry because it’s over. Then you smile because it happened. She intoned solemnly, her nameplates shining bright in the sun.
“And what then? Do I keep smiling in my solitude?”
The two engines looked at each other.
You find something to live for. Bahamas said after a moment. I don’t act like this for myself. She paused, looking around at the other engines that surrounded them. I do it for them. I live so that others find a reason to keep going. You need to look inside yourself, and find something that keeps you alive.
He didn’t believe her, but he tried his best to help make the others smile - to help Bahamas in her altruistic goals. It felt freeing somehow.
He smiled again.
I am found.
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1994 - Durham
I am lost
His owner had come to see him in 1987. He acknowledged that he hadn’t cared for Blue Peter in the way that he should, and instead loaned him to a new organization. Within two years he was away from his storage lines, once again in front of the insipid TV cameras. More money was spent bringing him up to operating condition.
He found it harder and harder to smile, as he left those few friends he made behind, but one day he did not have to fake it was the day that BR shattered into a thousand pieces. That was a happy day.
The new organization had promised to run him often, and kept their word. As the nineties churned on, he ran on tour after tour. Unlike the old days, people came from all corners of the country specifically to see him. They brought with themselves gifts of the highest order - memories of his family, and he found these journeys almost fun.
Then he slipped, and fell from grace.
Inexperienced drivers and an icy hill do a catastrophe make, and as his wheels slipped and struggled up the hill outside of Durham, he felt the water in his boiler slosh into places it should not be.
His throttle jammed wide open, and his own body turned against him, running out of control in a demonic howl of shrieking metal. His wheels turned and spun until all he could feel was speed, and then his motion ripped itself apart with a horrible multi-part bang that echoed through the valley like a bomb blast.
The moment was over, and all that was left was pain and loss.
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1996 - Sodor
For his repairs, he was dragged off to an Island out of time. They repaired him with a level of skill and care that even his birthplace could scarcely match, restoring him to running condition ahead of schedule and under budget.
They offered his owners a way of reducing the costs, and he found himself running trains alongside other engines of his own era, and those who replaced him and had been replaced in turn. They were kind, and understood his pain in ways he hadn’t thought possible.
I lost my entire family, save one. A green diesel confided to him.
They called us non-standard, said another. And then they cut my brothers up in the same yards that built them. They’d less time than some of yours when they went.
Gordon, the leader of the Gresleys, spoke to him like an equal. What happened to you and yours is beyond the pale. You will always have a place amongst mine - I promise you that.
They offered him trains that were rightfully theirs - crack expresses, fast mails, even the legendary Kipper. He did not feel right taking what was theirs, but felt even worse refusing a gift given in earnest.
One late night he buffered against a crack mail train - eight cars of high priority mail from the Emerald Isles behind him. The rails were empty - the Kipper was late, the express long gone. His driver had a steady hand, knowledgeable in his boiler. As they whipped past a yard dotted with electric catenary poles, the regulator opened up one notch at a time.
Once again, his wheels began to spin, faster and faster, but this time each turn put more rails behind them. He focused on the feeling, on the power, on the speed.
He flew down the line, fast enough to trigger alarms in the signal boxes. The fireman shoveled like a man possessed, and each chuff sounded like a gunshot. For one everlasting moment that he had only ever felt once before, on a bridge in Durham, he was an intoxicated being of pure speed.
In that moment, he felt reborn. It was a high that he wanted to ride forever - to charge into space at a thousand miles per hour, or even more.
He was exactly where he wanted to be.
I am found.
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2002 - Darlington
I am lost
His working career was cut short by the end of his boiler ticket - for all the good that his owners had let the Sudrians do, the government still distrusted them. He’d been limited to seventy-five miles per hour, or less, and when the time had come, he’d been stripped of first his mainline certificate and then his boiler ticket.
In less than two years he’d gone from a functioning engine to a metal ornament, suitable for only museums and lawns. They dragged him to Darlington, where he would sit in both.
Men often stopped to take his picture, but seemed strangely disinterested in him. They often made comments about another engine, and left before he could ask questions. His long-suppressed curiosity finally made an appearance, and he was soon dubbed “mouthy”, and banished to a position in the museum where he was visible to tourists, but they could not hear him.
Left alone, his mind soon wandered down dark rails, and every so often, he thought he could hear a whistle from engines long scrapped.
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2008 - Darlington
They woke him up one morning with the sound of banging. The old carriage shed next to the station/museum was having an interior wall demolished. While this was occurring, a small diesel shunter came and pulled him from the museum. The diesel was grinning wildly, and spoke in hushed tones about a “new build”, whatever that was.
He was left next to the shed, and waited for someone to tell him what was going on.
He jumped when a whistle sounded from inside the building. No-one else reacted, and he calmed himself, assuming the sound had come from inside his mind.
Then came the plumes of smoke and steam.
Then a tender, ghostly grey and obscured by smoke.
It was followed by an engine.
It was an engine, right?
It looked at him. It looked like him.
That was impossible.
“Hi!” It - she - spoke. “I’m Tornado! Who are you?”
He was Blue Peter.
And at that moment, he was found.
#traintober 2022#traintober2022#traintober#blue peter#60532 Blue Peter#Tornado#ttte#ttte tornado#60163 tornado#sodor#fic#sentient vehicle headcanon#sentient vehicles#trains#ttte gordon#ttte bear#ttte boco#bahamas#5596 bahamas
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Just realized how similar yet different some of the military’s crew(name still pending) situations are:
Stanley 🤝 Peter: Were seen as “jinxed” engines and blamed for bad luck even if it’s wasn’t their fault, lost close friends and suffering from guilt over not being able to help
Adeline 🤝 Peter: Were abandoned in pitch darkness for many years and the MOD told everyone they cared about they perished (like with Geoffrey and the Beatles were lied to)
Just of them talking about their guilt, their moral injures and the ��what ifs” in any situation they been through of what could’ve they done even though they weren’t at fault.
#my rambles#my ramblings#like the more one thinks of it the more messed up it was#ttte#Geoffrey was told his friend blue died even it didn’t happen#Same goes with the Beatles over adeline#Leading to that backfiring#Peter and adeline were left alone for centuries#Adeline was severely injured and Peter was never told on where he was hidden#Stanley literally found Kyle’s train remains#ttte stanley#ttte adeline#adeline the phantom engine#ttte peter#ttte geoffrey#like adeline is just recently receiving the proper care and help she needs#The other three were given help years and still currently are (they all in different places)#Another day of me realizing that trains have trauma#Peter it was not your fault you ran over a trespassing passenger#same goes for lily#Stan went through a depression since Kyle’s death and struggled to keep himself together for Kyle’s sake
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Gideon’s Personal Support Engine
Gideon belongs to @ttte-tugscrowskullausmainblog ! Thankyou so much for letting me design a boy to hold Gids close and protect him forever 🥺💗💗💗 I’ll eventually be posting more info about Claude but for the moment I’m just happy I didn’t take months to settle on a design
For reference, on the left is his first facial features and hair I wanted to end up sticking with. And the right is his engine basis, Joffre! An adorable little French artillery commission that worked in a quarry and I want to pet his boiler for doing such a good job. (And may or may not be irl friends with Peter Sam)
I ended up going green for his blazer instead of the previous black or grey I put on him as a subtle nod to how the two characters compliment each other. Since Gideon’s main pop of colour is purple, I went opposite to it. A very broody duo in terms of pallet lmao but these guys are literally puzzle pieces that shouldn’t theoretically fit together but they did anyway out of spite 😤
For now; Claude acts as an emotional support narrow gauge engine for Gideon as they both work around the blue mountain quarry. He’s originally tasked with simple things to do and say, but eventually dropped all of his requirements and fell for the big guy romantically. This is just the beginning for them, anything could and will happen! He also wants to be famous one day. Reach high little steamie you’ll get there.
He’s French and fluently speaks the language. His English is good but not professional, so if he messes up a certain saying or word he won’t bother correcting himself and will say the wrong thing till the end of time.
If Theo is a silver and diamond boy, Claude is all about the gold baby. He has a high fashion sense and expensive taste. However, when he passes by windows or mirrors he seems to speed walk by them.
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TTTE / RWS Ranch AU
okay so if you follow me on ao3 ihave a whole ranch au ao3 link
anyways summary of what it is: it's a TTTE AU, but it's engines-are-humns and it's set on a ranch. Each chapter of the fic is based on one or more RWS books (or TTTE episodes). This is basically the masterpost for everything lol.
ranch Au chapters (including book when I know which one)
-Donald and Douglas (the twin engines) ✅
-James (James the Red Engine)
-Gordon (Enterprising Engines)
-Peter Sam and Sir Handel (Duke the Lost Engine)
-Toby (Toby the tram engine)
-Thomas (hero of the rails? Idk, maybe Legend of the Loat Treasure)
-Skarloey Ranch (Blue Mountain Mystery and Four Little Engines?)
headcanons will be in other posts, they will have spoilers be warned!
List of Headcanons (aka spoilers)
-Thomas
-Henry
-Gordon
--and his brother, Scott
-James
-Donald and Douglas
-Modern AU
-Modern AU - Social Media
Discord (for the snippets and stuff)
link
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Young Iron
In Pursuit of Self - Chapter 35 - Blue Peter
Blue Peter is made an offer. Revelations from across the seas and close to home occur.
ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN | Fanfiction.net
Bittern and Blue Peter, York Roundhouse, 1968
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🌸 for either Blue Peter or Gold?
(- 🧀non)
BLUE PETER: My taste in music is reserved for progressive rock.
GOLD: Oh yeah? Well I like me some Cold Chisel and Midnight Oil.
PETER: That sounds ghastly.
GOLD: Your face is ghastly mate.
PETER: ☹️
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sneak peak
here's a Lil sneak peak of a another plush project. It's a sealsaurus form for Blue Peter. Since his paint work is all green i gave him a blue hair tuff for his name.
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This is an humanized AU I came up with. The name is ttte City of rodos (also sodor).It is an humanized + modern reincarnation parody. There may be a few sf elements.
Ivo Hugh…name in this AU is Ivo. He has just started university and is the adopted son of Frederick (Freddie)
Freddie…name in this AU is Frederick. Tanned-skinned man.
Ivo's adoptive father.
Called Freddie by everyone.
Sir Handel…Name in this AU is Falcon. Welsh man with long hair. Always wears a blue tie.
He is soft and mild-mannered, but according to Stuart, he was a black-hearted person in his childhood.
For some reason, he lacks memories of that childhood.
Peter Sam…his name in this AU is Stuart. A slightly chubby Welsh man. Always wears a green tie. Good-natured and hard-working.
#ttte human au#ttte freddie#ttte peter sam#ttte ivo hugh#ttte sir handel#ttte humanized#ttte city of rodos au
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//random thoughts ramble rumble (rtrr)
OKAY UH YEAH I MIGHT OPEN UP ANOTHER BLOG FOR MY MAIN AU SO YEAH
And it might turn into an ask blog since it's gonna be in one go
(And theres the possibillity I'll make a whole seperate google docs thing to post chapters on docs but I might just post it as tumblr posts in the end)
BUT LIKE.. I MEAN I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED LIKE A QUARTER OF TIDMOUTH CREW. (Yes Im calling them that NOT THE STEAM TEAM YKNOW YEHAP)
Well the only ttte designs I've gotten (to be shown publicly on my tiktok) are:
Thomas
Edward
Henry
Gordon
James
Diesel 10
Flying Scotsman (redesign hasnt been shown yet)
Pendennis Castle (getting a redesign)
Taw Valley (Will also get a redesign)
Spencer (Is gonna get a redesign as well)
Mallard (Will definrtly get a redesign)
For the designs that havent been shown yet would be:
City of Truro
Tornado
Sir Gillian (my 3rd TTTE oc)
Percy (currently getting his uniform worked on)
Stephen
Blue Peter
(Did I make YIAU Characters their own C-LLL!(aka my main au) Humanoid designs? Yehap. Yes I indeed did, cause the brainrot do be brainrotting-)
THOUGH UH BEFORE I DO ALL THAT AU BLOG THINGIES I NEED TO COMPILE ALL THE BASIC LORE POINTS SO YEAH MIGHT TAKE AWHILE SO YEAH SIT AND RELAX AND YEAH EAT THE SNACKS YOU WANT OR CONTINUE LIFE AS IS WHILE I WORK ON THE BLOG
YUP THATS IT YEAH UH YEAH. YUP.
#SO.. IM NOT REVEALING THE AU NAME YET-#cheesyversial rants#cheesey/shit posts#ttte au#Thought I'd just WABAM JUST YKNOW SPOIL AND SPILL IT RIGHT THERE AND THEN YEAH
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ah yes another oc based on a real life engine.
Blue Peter, the lone A2:
- Blue Peter is the last surviving Peppercorn A2, and he’s really sad about that. He tends to dwell on that fact too.
- Tornado is his step-relative, B.P doesn’t know how to feel about that. On one hand, a Peppercorn A1, on the other hand, it’s Not an A1 he recognises. So he kinda has an awkward back patting kind of thing going on between him and Tornado. He also has put the unreasonable expectation of being like the other A1 Peppercorns.
- close friends with Sloane (Union of South Africa) and Sir Nigel Gresley.
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