#ttte spencer

[butterfrogmantis]

Stoopid doodles I thought I was gonna finish yesterday but my hand cramped up (fine today)

Uncle Spencer and lets be ducklings with papa

Mallard, Spencer and Duck (c) TTTE / Thomas The Tank Engine And Friends

Goose, Drake and Lily are mine

[huntressao3]

Spencer The Silver Beast

A privately owned beast that is haughty and dismissive of other beasts that he deems beneath him. He is a cousin to Gordon and has been known to try and intimidate the other beast and this has resulted in incidents with the other male. He is difficult to deal with, especially for inexperienced handlers unused to the big, spoiled furball.

Spencer was born in the same ranch Gordon and Mallard came from and he had a relatively similar upbringing though with higher expectations due to other factors he was the same type as the record breaking Mallard. Much like Mallard and the other A4’s, Spencer had his horns cut off and periodically has to have them shaved down. This is believed to help with his speed.

After a while, he was sent to be scrapped but was saved by the Duke and Duchess and made into their private transport beast as well as a pampered pet of sorts. Spencer often boasts about his custom gear and how he has swarms of grooms and a whole yard back home all to himself.

He wont admit it but, he is secretly insecure, probably due to his previous owners sending him to be scrapped and due to the fact that he’s kin to Mallard, been if Spencer has broken records in the past and is a very capable engine when he wants to be.

The Pennfields

He has met the Pennfield fleet and he…dreads spending time with them whenever their owners meet up, even if it is funny watching him get humbled by a group of mostly female beasts and all of them much younger than him. Danila especially grates on his nerves as she will on occasion take things from him or try to assert her dominance like she isn’t a tank beast.

Libby is a great big dope so she presses his buttons without even realizing it! She mostly thinks he’s funny no matter how much he puffs up to try and intimidate her and she has knocked him down once so he knows not to anger her. He once snapped at Cyrus and Libby shoved him to the ground

(Got this big boy out kinda quick as i am pretty busy but im still glad i got him out. I def want t o add on some extra lore in the future…maybe…if I can think of something. Let me know how you like him!)

(Edits for a lil extra lore and typos)

[butterfrogmantis]

Spencer gets pwned.mp4

Voiced acted by T_chuck234 on instagram

Spencer and Duck (c) TTTE / Thomas The Tank Engine And Friends

[aeroargonic]

Spencer fucking dies: the epic musical

The epic sequel to this post, I fucking beat Spencer to death. It's what the people want.

[chancetimespace]

If side valences are like longer trousers for humans, does that mean Spencer (who doesn’t have valences) is running around in shorts?

[aeroargonic]

Spencer only smirks in response. "So you haven't noticed, then?"

"Noticed what?" James asks, feeling his patience wear quite thin. He's starting to get quite sick of Spencer and his stupid "holier than thou" attitude. Why, he's pretty sure nobody would bat an eye if-

"That you're the red sheep of the team." Spencer chuckles, eyes roaming over James.

"The what? What does that even mean!?" And why doesn't James like the sound of it.

"Oh, be honest with me, James. You're a clever man, you can read the room. There's ten of you, but you're somehow always the odd man out. Haven't you seen the way everyone else always seems to have a partner? Someone they'd rather pick over you?"

"That's not true," James wants to insist. Because it isn't. They all value each other equally. He is a useful member of the crew, why wouldn't he be?

But as relationships start to deepen, he realizes Spencer might actually be right. Nearly everybody else has someone dear to their heart, someone they'd understandably pick over James any day. A friend to lighten the day. A partner to dance with, to kiss, to hold...James has none of that. The team of ten, eleven if you count Henrietta with the way she's always attached to her husband's hip, splinters into five groups of two. As is normal. As is right.

And James is left to the wayside, alone. Never anybody's first choice. The middle of the pack. The red sheep.

He falls silent as Spencer reaches out to caress his cheek. "Isn't lonely at the top, isn't it, James?"

[aeroargonic]

Oh, brother, this guy stinks!

Humanized design for Spencer, plus Thomas's attempt to put him in his place.

[aeroargonic]

If this post gets 1 reblog, I will make sure his demise is slow and painful.