Steadfast Tin Soldier

In a small town, twenty-five tin soldiers were made, all brothers since they were made out of the same tin. But one soldier was different, for he was made last and there was not enough tin for him, so he only had one leg. When the humans went to bed, and the toys came alive, he fell in love with a ballerina. But there was one who didn't want them to fall in love: the Jack-in-the-Box, and so he did everything to destroy the tin soldier. In the end the soldier won and the Jack-in-the-Box was destroyed. The Tin Soldier and Ballerina lived happily ever after. ((RP blog for the Tin Soldier from Fantasia 2000's segment the Steadfast Tin Soldier Part of disneyroleplay)) My tracked tag is "thesteadfasttinsoldier"

[taranofcaerdallben]

Taran’s eyes remained on the desk as he walked closer to it and right before him was a.. talking toy? Surprised by this, he only stared at the toy in interest and confusion before he realized he was being asked a question. “Oh.. yes! I.. well, I’m not too sure I know where I am. Perhaps you might know?”

[thetinsoldier]

"You're in Denmark. I'm afraid that's all I really know. People don't tell us things all that often. The older toys might know more, but I don't," the Tin Soldier said apologetically. He held out a small hand to Taran. "I'm the Tin Soldier. Who are you, and how did you get here?" 

[theoneandonlyflynnrider]

"I’m Flynn." He tentatively reached out his hand and held the soldier’s own. "Pleased to meet you… Tin Soldier." 

Flynn checked the area around them - it seemed deserted enough, but he took the point. “Alright then.” He nodded at the Tin Soldier. “So, are all toys sentient? Or is it just you?” He really hoped that it wasn’t all of them. He remembered how damaged the toys were at the orphanage from years of abuse, and frowned.

[thetinsoldier]

"It's nice to meet you, Flynn," the Tin Soldier said politely. He situated himself on Flynn's hand so he was sitting up with his leg dangling in open air. 

"We're all sentient, but normally we don't come to life until all the humans have fallen asleep. That and in situations like this, where we kind of have to less we be broken," he said, looking up at Flynn. "We're not that different from humans really, just smaller and made out of plastic, paper, or glass." Sure, there were some other differences, like toys couldn't really feel pain in the same way humans did. You could hurt a toy, but it still wouldn't hurt as much as if it had happened to a human. And toys didn't need to eat or sleep. But in the Tin Soldier's opinion they were pretty similar.

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[mothmeats]

So I was watching Fantasia 2000 when suddenly-

DERP

[polarfuchs]

[thetinsoldier]

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major, Allegro, Op. 102 by Dimitri Schostakovich

[curious-mermaid]

Ariel nodded and leaned forward, completely absorbed with all the Tin Soldier was telling her. “Ah, I see.” She paused and looked down at her hands, fidgeting her fingers. “That sounds a little lonely.”

She asked softly, thoughtfully. Most of the time she didn’t really talk to any of her sisters; she was usually out adventuring with Flounder and sometimes Sebastian. Sometimes Ariel did spend time with her sisters by doing their hair and make-up, but lately her interest in the human world has been taking up more of her time. 

Ariel looked up and winced, also shuddering when she pictured the small toy being eaten in one gulp. Gosh, I can’t imagine being swallowed that quickly and easily. Poor guy…

 She looked over at the Tin Soldier sheepishly, then nodded. “I don’t know that much about human maps, but from the few that I have seen fall from the surface, I think so. The maps of the ocean floors in Atlantica do match up with them.”

As she listened, she began to understand a little more. To be trapped in such a limited space…I can relate to him. And to suddenly go missing…I see. She carefully propped her head up with her arms on the windowstill, making sure to give the small toy his space. 

[thetinsoldier]

"It's not, though. There are many other toys that I'm friends with, especially the Ballerina," the Tin Soldier said, his mouth stretching into a smile. "And my brothers are nothing compared to the Jack-in-the-Box. Now he was a problem."

He suppressed a shudder as he thought about the Jack-in-the-Box. That was one toy the Tin Solider was glad he'd never be seeing again. The Jack-in-the-Box had been rude and cruel, trying to make the Ballerina love him when she didn't and then attacking the Tin Soldier. He still felt a bit bad about being the reason the Jack-in-the-Box fell into the fire, though. Toys weren't supposed to hurt or destroy other toys, but he had. He hadn't pushed the Jack-in-the-Box into the fire, but he'd been the cause of it, so it was just as bad, in his mind.

"The boy who owns me has a few maps. He likes studying them. But I, like you, know little about them. They're just a bunch of lines, to me," he said. "What is your home like? I'm sure it has to be larger than this town, and probably nicer." He liked his home, mostly because his creator still lived her, but even he had to admit that many places were nicer than the town, which was nothing more than a few homes and other important buildings. Nothing spectacular.

He scooted to the side a bit as Ariel propped her head up on the windowsill, glancing back inside the room as he did so, making sure that no one was waking up. It wouldn't be very good if someone found a toy talking to a mermaid. 

[yensid-tlaw]

Yen Sid turned slowly, his brows raised, dropping the hem of his great robes to the floor. The impact sent up a soft wave of dust as he returned to the table and stood tall, peering down in curious disdain. His words were slow and cool as he asked,

"What was that, Little Soldier?”

But a smile played all the same on the edges of his lips. Not the frightening, imposing smile he used when trying to be fearsome, but a genuine, crinkled sort of thing, like an old calendar locked away in a cupboard to remember a long-forgotten date. His shoulders twitched, and it was within moments that he was laughing warmly, and shook his head,

"I knew there was something about this place!" He beamed, delighted, and knelt, offering a single bony finger to shake, "Hello. Which of you was it that spoke?"

He raised a brow but the smile did not fade, only growing as he spoke, “It is a pleasure and privilege.”

[thetinsoldier]

The Tin Soldier didn't try to act like a toy anymore, instead staying sitting in his box, his eyes following the old man. He shivered at the man's words, expecting anger or something similar. If the old man didn't get angry at him, then his brothers definitely would take turns afterward. He shrunk down in the box, hoping the man would just leave.

His eyes widened as the man began to laugh. That definitely wasn't what he had been expecting. Not at all. Denial, sure. Laughing, no. He stared at the man's finger before looking back at the man. "Me," he said meekly, knowing none of his brothers would offer to answer that question. They might be brave but they wouldn't do something like that, not when they could have their brother possibly make a fool of himself.

"A pleasure and a privilege?" What was the man talking about? A privilege to meet a toy? "Uh, you wouldn't by any chance be willing to not tell anyone about this, would you?"

[firebird-suite]

The phoenix turned so he fully faced the soldier as it came closer. He ruffled his feathers a moment and they slowly fell back into place. 'I am Urúvion, or if it should be easier for you, Aidan.'

His golden eyes looked over the toy, odd, it wasn’t magic bringing this thing to life…then just what was it exactly. 'Interesting, might I ask just what makes it so that you are able to move? For I cannot sense any magic upon you whatsoever.' 

[thetinsoldier]

"I'm the Tin Soldier. Pleasure to meet you," he said politely. He bowed for a second before hurriedly straightening up before he lost his balance. 

"I...Don't really know what makes it so I can move. I just can, like all of the other toys," he answered, not really sure how he was supposed to answer the question. It wasn't like there was some secret on how he moved, except that involved a lot of waving his arms so he didn't fall flat on his face. "Magic? I don't think our creators used magic on us."

[rogerlilyrp-blog]

Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.

Bonus points if it makes me cry.

[thetinsoldier]

Mysterious Mountain Symphony (II. Double Fugue) Alan Hovaness // What a Wonderful World Louis Armstrong // Breakeven The Script // Cliffs Where the Wild Things Are Soundtrack // Wake Me Up Avicii // Stand Rascal Flatts // I Will Be Right Here Waiting For You Richard Marx // Thanks for the Memories Fall Out Boy // Viva La Vida Coldplay 

Listen: [x]

[thetinsoldier]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into 8 peoples asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. Stay strong.

Awww, thank you anon.

[arminisacutie-deactivated201310]

I challenge you to creep/freak my muse out to the point they just stutter and stare at you. Bonus points if they're blushing red as a beet and my inner shipping fangirl is appeased.

[fairytalemood]

"The Steadfast Tin Soldier" by Anton Lomaev

[theoneandonlyflynnrider]

Flynn was just holding the toy soldier loosely, wondering when to do with him, when he spoke. 

"Woah!" Flynn fumbled him in surprise, dropping him but managing to catch him just before he hit the ground. His eyes were wide with shock. "Uh, I am really, really sorry, I didn’t realise you were, uh, sentient.” He felt like he should explain himself a little more. “I thought you were just a toy, are you a toy, it’s just you looked like one - do you want me to put you down somewhere or something?” His brow creased in confusion and concern. 

[thetinsoldier]

The Tin Soldier flailed in the air for a moment when he was dropped before being caught again, gripping tightly onto the man's hand. "It's alright. And you thought right, I am a toy. A toy soldier, to be exact. But we are sentient" he said, smiling up at Flynn. He glanced down at the ground at the question before shaking his head. "I honestly think that it'd be safer this way. Toys aren't as safe outside as they are in a room or box."

He peered up at the man before holding out a small hand. "I'm the Tin Soldier. May I ask your name?" he asked.

[ittybittywakanda]

GIDEON PREWETT - THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER - THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER "... And then he thought of the pretty little dancer, whom he was never to see again."

[theoneandonlyflynnrider]

thetinsoldier started following you

[theoneandonlyflynnrider]

Flynn had seen something by the side of the track. In amongst the leaves and dirt, there was a glint like metal. Something that didn’t belong outside was outside. He didn’t hold out much hope for it being valuable, but it was worth a look. 

He wandered over, and brushed a few leaves aside with his foot. Sitting there was a little toy soldier, painted a cheery red. He sighed, but bent down and picked up the little guy anyway. “Well,” he spoke aloud, “I wonder what you’re doing out here.” He brushed some dirt away. “And how long have you been there?”

[thetinsoldier]

The Tin Soldier didn't know what had happened over even if it had been on accident or on purpose. The family that owned him had taken him and his brothers- and many other toys- to an odd place where a bunch of humans had looked at them. His brothers had left with some of the humans, but he'd stayed in the box. On the way back home, the carriage they were in hit a bump, and next thing he knew he was lying in leaves and mud.

He'd been there for a few hours when another human had came and picked him up. He stared up at the human, fighting the urge to say something to him. Finally, he answered, "I don't know the answer to either of those questions."