#ttte traintober

[noble-atomics-railway]

1. The Old.

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Happy Traintober! This year I will be using @lorainedoesthings traintober list. I however, do not intend to do every single prompt for the sake of my sanity.

Day 1, the old, Edward in glasses, because that look does indeed suit him.

[maxwellscorner]

🚂 Day 11 - Fauna🐹

Mel always dealt well with cows and other animals on the tracks but these? He didn't even know what these weird critters were

[redwryvernwrites]

Traintober 2024

#traintober #traintober2024 #tttetraintober

Here's my personal Traintober list for 2024! I've given it to a few people who have asked but since a lot of people are asking, I've decided to release it so people can start to plan.

I had a few ideas I wanted to get out of my head, so this list is what resulted. Feel free to use it if you want or make your own.

Good luck and I can't wait to see what you do with the prompts if you decide to participate.

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2025: Day 2 - Twilight

Gordon, in the Evening

Every evening, two fast trains leave the Big Station, five minutes apart. First to depart is Gordon with the 6:25pm express that runs along the mainline, while Edward follows at 6:30pm with his train for the branch. The two trains had been made famous by the infamous tale of Gordon's 'Wrong Road' incident, when a lady in a large green floppy hat had tricked the fireman into thinking the guard was waving his green flag.

The whole disaster had been a bit of a stain on Gordon's feelings towards the evening express for a littl while, though in the end it was not enough to reduce his love for the trip by any great amount.

Gordon loved the evening express.

The big blue engine loved every facet of the train, from the bustle of passengers hurrying to catch the last train to the mainland for the evening to the way the guard would be just a little more relaxed, content to let a young child have a go at blowing the whistle sometimes. Gordon loved how the entire journey was Eastward, allowing him to gaze out at the slowly-rising moon while the setting sun dipped below the horizon behind him, his eyes always focused on the world ahead.

It felt like shrugging off the day's struggles, outrunning them in the twilight as he powered towards the night.

Gordon set off from The Big Station with a spin of his wheels and a steady bout of sand. An afternoon shower had threatened his express, but the haze had cleared up a little over an hour prior, giving Gordon unrestricted views of the night sky as the first stars began to emerge, their tiny white lights twinkling brightly high above the island. Gordon loved staring up the sky, seeing the stars as he flew along - it was soothing. 

Once the big blue engine was out on the mainline, he picked up speed rapidly. There was no 'guaranteed connection' with the Skarloey Railway on most weeknights; the big engine had a free, unimpeded non-stop run all the way from the Big Station to the Other Railway. A real chance to open the taps, to roar along in the dusk and feel the wind against his boiler, to enjoy the world around him as it quietened from bustling to almost silent. Shopkeepers flashed by, all too fast to be seen individually even as their combined actions filtered into Gordon's mind like stop-motion animation, all putting away the specials boards and closing up the doors and windows.

Tunnels rushed by in seconds, signals gone almost before they could be seen.

Gordon flew by Thomas at the junction, whistling to his old ally even as he noticed Thomas glaring up at the clock. Probably waiting for Percy again - the little green tank engine really was terrible at keeping to time in the evenings.

Indeed, Gordon spotted Percy as he passed by the Junction; the little green engine looked exhausted, panting as he slowed for the signal. Poor old engine, branchline life seemed so full of small tragedies.

Gordon did not get switched off the mainline at Edward's Station - he always whistled just a little louder as he approached the signalbox so he could not be mistaken for Edward. The old blue engine would only be about ten minutes behind Gordon, not going that much slower despite his age. On the few occasions when Gordon didn't pull his evening express, he tried to watch Edward fly past with his own train, getting a vision of an era long since passed but kept alive thanks to one old engine who was determined to never slow for anything.

It was such a brilliant change to the timid engine Gordon knew back in Vicarstown sheds; Gordon could freely admit that working the branchline with BoCo had done one of his oldest friends a lot of good.

The sun finally set behind Gordon as he roared up the hill named for him, not slowing this time even a little. The blossoms on the trees were just beginning to unfurl, spring warm in the air already. By the next week, they would be fully open and bathing the side of the hill in hues of red, blue and pink. For now, they were all bathed in shades of purple as twilight drew to a close, the sun's final rays dipping over the horizon.

Gordon passed Henry, who was going in the other direction with a freight train. Gordon wondered if there was some symbolism in that, in Henry being the one chasing the final dying rays of the sun while he steamed ever forward into the night - but thought better of it. Fantastical novel tropes were for Daisy or James to think about. Gordon had his express.

Every evening, two fast trains leave the Big Station, five minutes apart. First to depart is Gordon with the 6:25pm express that runs along the mainline, while Edward follows at 6:30pm with his train for the branch. And every evening, without fail, Gordon watches as Sodor falls asleep, the sun setting in the distance behind him as he thunders across the island into the night, bringing people safely to their destination.

Back to Master Post

[ella376]

Traintober Day 24 - Accepting

It is now midday in the moderately busy city of Siófok. Since the morning rush hour, the city has considerably quieted down, the only noise being that of the trains, buses and birds passing by. It's during these mostly silent moments that Hektor's thoughts wander. His brethren... the lines they worked on... The happy faces of passengers and the recipient of whatever goods they happened to pull... The little tank engine almost feels... Homesick.

But he is home. Right next to the station where he once whistled with joy as he came to a stop, dropping off those smiling people. But that was years ago, and now... He's merely a footnote on Wikipedia and a few photos on Google.

As the rusty tank engine wallows in his self-pity, he spots... Someone, pointing at him? Smiling? It's a little kid, with his parents. "Gőzös! Gőzös!" the child beams with a toothy grin on his chubby face as he runs up to Hektor. His parents take a few photos of the boy with the engine before they continue on with their day, all giggles and smiles.

And it's those little kids, so eager and excited, that give Hektor the tiniest bit of hope that maybe one day... One day he can return to his former glory. Even if only on the outside. But for now, if he can bring a smile to just one kid's face every now and then, he's content to stay as is.

[aryartzs-ttte]

TW: 🩸

Sodor Fallout anyone? ;)

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Traintober Day 10: The Great/Flora

10/10

Have a Douggie with thistles, the national flower of Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿!!(also dunmeshi thistle got me in a chokehold rn-)

Bonus RWS/Caledonian Douglas:

[sudriantraveler]

Traintober 2024 Day 21: End of the Line

Somewhere in Turkey:

TCDD number 33041 (formerly GWR number 2308) sits in a siding after withdrawal in the late 1950s.

Based on this photo from Steam in Turkey by E. Talbot.