🌵 You can't teach this old toy new tricks 🌵

A Woody semi-selective rp/ask blog, played by Jas.

[silvertonguesilverdollar]

silvertonguesilverdollar

‘ When I was…a kid back east they said there were dragons in the west. Dragons! Well, I guess we found them. Found them or made them or…became them. ‘

Like/Reblog to interact with the camp’s old dragon.

[silvertonguesilverdollar]

silvertonguesilverdollar

‘ When I was…a kid back east they said there were dragons in the west. Dragons! Well, I guess we found them. Found them or made them or…became them. ‘

Like/Reblog to interact with the camp’s grey Dad.

[silvertonguesilverdollar]

silvertonguesilverdollar

‘ When I was…a kid back east they said there were dragons in the west. Dragons! Well, I guess we found them. Found them or made them or…became them. ‘

Like/Reblog to interact with the camp’s grand-pappy.

[bob-belcher]

Toy Story 4 (2019) dir. Josh Cooley

[oak23]

Toy Story 4 - Bo Rebooted

[old-toy-cowboy]

Do you ever miss Buzz, Jessie and the others?

🌵“Always.” The former sheriff admits with a small frown. “But I know that they are safe and sound,  and are probably making many happy memories with Bonnie right now as we speak.” This thought alone makes him feel a little less sad. Picturing how happy his friends must be.🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

Boy, you get some weird grayfaces talking to you sometimes, huh?

🌵“Yeah.” He sighs out.🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

A B C D E F G H I love you, will you marry me?

🌵 “Argh well...I uh hate to say this but toys don’t really get married.... except for Mr and Mrs Potato head... but that’s another thing entirely.” Despite everything, however, he is pretty flattered by the proposal from the stranger. If not a little embarrassed too.🌵

[robertphilip]

You can’t go…

[old-toy-cowboy]

Woody, I don't understand toys who don't seem to want to be played with, like Stinky Pete. What was his problem?

🌵 “Me neither.”

“I guess he just feared the unknown. He had never been outta’ the box before.” Woody replies, placing his knuckles against his chin in thought. “But he was a strange toy, a real mean one too.” 🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

gives her best cowboy dad a kiss on the cheek ! ( even if we haven't gotten this far yet :') !! )

🌵 Woody smirks as his little girl comes bounding up to him and plants a kiss on his cheek as he kneels down to greet her. The gesture has his heart melting and he just can’t help but throw his arms around her. “Aw why thank you, Ariana.”

He coos, holding her close to is chest so that he can plant a kiss to the top of her head. “I really needed that.” He is just so proud to be a father to such a wonderful kid. 🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

Howdy again Woody I'm making a fanfic in Spanish about you and your past and I was wondering how you met Bo Peep...

🌵 “Hey, howdy, hey.” Woody greets. “How did I meet Bo?” Well what a fantastic day that was. The memory made him sigh, dreamily. “Well, when Molly was really little, she struggled to sleep at night so mum brought Molly Bo and her lamp.”

“Molly would fall asleep with her hand resting at Bo’s feet.”

“At that time Andy and Molly slept in the same room so when Bo showed up, naturally I welcomed her to Andy’s room. She ugh-” He coughs a little into his hand. “She was the prettiest toy I’ve ever met.” 🌵

[vanities-redemption]

 Woody’s voice snaps him out of his puzzling stupor. The child blinks in astonishment and turns in the direction of the cowboy toy when he asked if he was alright. He furrowed his eyebrows at the question. What…What did he mean? Of course the raven was alright…well, minus the slash marks on his arm from that earlier Heartless attack, but other than that, he was fine. Wait. Vanitas turned his head in search of the Heartless he was battling and noticed that they were…gone.

 Vanitas gawked at the empty space where the Heartless had been before turning back to Woody.  “I think so…Woody…? Wha…What happened? Where did the Heartless…go…”

 The child gasped and then quickly knelt down beside Woody, dropping Void Gear, allowing it to hit the ground with a thud. The Heartless had thrown Woody…Vanitas recalled panic hitting him…and then nothing else. Vanitas scooped Woody up into his arms and hugged him. “I-I remember the Heartless throwing you! You’re not hurt, are you?!”

[old-toy-cowboy]

🌵 The toy sheriff peers up at his young friend, rocking on his heels a little. He is about to explain to Vanitas what had happened, but before he knows it, his young friend is preoccupied with swooping him up into an embrace.

Woody is a little stunned at first, but holds the boy as soon as he adjusts to the situation. “No, no.” He assures him, with a small shake of his head. “I’m made of plastic and stuffing- I’m just fine.” He adds. This didn’t mean that he hadn’t felt the impact, but rather it hadn’t injured him. 

“You uh-... you sort of went into demo mode or something for a second back there. Are you okay?” His brown eyes reflects his worry. 🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

Woody, what was it like when Buster first came into the house?

🌵 “Slobbery. Real slobbery.” Woody replies, reminiscing.The toy cowboy once wasn’t all that fond of the dog. It took a lot of time for him to get used to being handled by the dog’s mouth and sometimes even shuck about. But as the dog grew and became more gentle, Woody found himself adoring the brown dog more and more.🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

((Are we allowed to send you a message in DMs to plot for an rp?)) (Themusedepot)

Mun: Of course you can, no need to ask, but thank you for doing so.

[old-toy-cowboy]

Ur ass is nice

🌵 “...Thank you?” To be honest he is not sure how to take this. Of course he has a bottom that is padded by stuffing, but is this comment really all that necessary for a toy like him? 🌵

[old-toy-cowboy]

A scoff came from her. This cowboy was joking, right? “Oh, but that doesn’t count. You’re not left behind if you run away yourself or are just stored in a closet or attic.” Megara commented casually with a slight shake of her head. “So— you did run off yourself, huh? Not many have the guts to do so. Life usually doesn’t have much to offer on the street. Just dirt.” she shrugged.

And freedom. And independence. Those were the things Meg liked about it. But toys weren’t made for freedom and independence. That’s why many preferred a different kinda lifestyle.

“Nah, I’m fine. No one to boss me around and telling me what to do. —Been there, done that.”

🌵 Well technically, he did run off by himself, but only because his kid didn’t need or...,well, want him anymore. That hurts to admit but its pretty much true. Nothing can sting as much as that feeling. Woody kicks his boot against the floor in thought. “Well, I mean...I didn’t think so either.” He replies, referring to the street not offering very much. “I thought a kid’s bedroom was as good as it gets...but uh... a friend once showed me that you can have fun out on the road.” 

Woody frowns at her a little, from the way that she speaks about having a kid, he can assume that she has been hurt, perhaps abandoned. 

“So ugh- not to sound patronising, but what do you do out here all on your own?” He asks. He doesn’t see any other toys around here and he doubts that she shares the same occupation as him. 🌵