#Tarzan Clayton

[kissentz]

GOD I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!!

i apologize for taking so long with this art. exams messed me up and my “awsome” idea to draw each character in a certain technique really slowed down the process of creating this art. but i don't regret it at all and i think it turned out okay

thanks to everyone who suggested their characters!

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

(...)

Hours later

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lighthearted suggestive implications and tastefull male tits under the cut

[taleo1995]

My brain just exploded.

[bandgie]

Can you make smut of Clayton from Tarzan (From 1999 ofc)? He’s so hot OML I need him so badly

MDNI18+ | fem!reader, age gap, pussy play, PIV, no protection, cumming inside, manhandling, ass slap (once), light choking, gun mention in the beginning, terms like 'old cock' & 'young pussy', reader says it hurts once

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There’s absolutely no reason for you to be attracted to him. He’s rude, arrogant…older. So much older than you that you can see the streaks of gray on the sides of his head. Had you never gone on this trip for your university project, you would have never met him. You would have never felt the way you’re feeling right now. 

And gosh, you’re feeling it.

Mr. Clayton’s busy shining his gun. With a soft rag, he runs the material up and down the barrel. He gets to the muzzle, dipping his fingers deeply where the bullets come out. You can’t help but stare at his fat digits fingering the muzzle. In and out, in and out. Your stomach dips, and a small whimper leaves your lips. 

“I’m sorry?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to Jane. She’s staring at you with her bright, green eyes. Jane is nice, polite. The only girl here other than yourself. She tilts her head to the side, “I thought you said something.”

You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your head. “Oh no. I was just clearing my throat.” Jane makes an ‘o’ shape with her pink lips and nods. You dust your hands on your shorts, standing. As much as you love watching Mr. Clayton getting touchy with his rifle, it’s probably better for you to be somewhere where you won’t moan out loud.

“I think I’m gonna head towards camp. Need to reapply sunblock and all that.” You wave Jane goodbye and give Clayton one last glance before you make your way. 

Camp is a little walk from where you were with Jane. The Professor, Mr. Porter, stressed the importance of setting up your studies and research in a different location. We don’t want to make the natives here uncomfortable with all of our tools. He had said. But it won’t be too far! 

However, you think Professor Porter must have changed the location because you can’t find where it last was. You forgot which way the sun came up and being surrounded by trees and bushes makes it seem as if you’re walking in circles. Rather than getting more lost, you turn around, going back from the way you came.

Only you don’t find the research location. You don’t see the red of Jane’s hair, but the green of leaves instead. Panic begins to set in. It creeps up your spine and takes hold of your heart, but you keep the fear at bay. 

There’s still light out, you’ll be fine. You nod to yourself, running a stressed hand through your hair. You’re right, you just need to calm down. Freaking out won’t help and aimlessly wandering won’t either. You put your back against a tree, opting to stay in one place until they notice you’ve been gone and find you. There’s no way you’re that far from them, they'll find you soon enough. 

But the sun moves quicker than you thought. The sounds of nature bring you more terror than peace as the sky darkens. It’s gotten cold, and your only light source is the stars and moon. You wrap your arms around your body to conserve heat, trying your best not to cry. Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. You’re in the middle of doing your breathing exercises when you hear something move in the bushes.

Your head snaps up, eyes wide as you try and make sense of the dark scene in front of you. It’s hard to see anything five feet away, but it’s hard to miss the rustle of leaves and the sounds of heavy footsteps. Mr. Clayton had warned you of apes. Beasts that tear open humans with a mere hand. Professor Porter had told you not to worry about such animals, they’re harmless most of the time, but Clayton’s warnings ring in your ear as you stare at the dark silhouette.

Rather than an ape, it’s Mr. Clayton emerging instead. He steps into the moonlight, his hard features seeming sharper from the shadows. He looks stressed, angry, but when his eyes meet your terrified ones, relieved. 

“Jesus fucking christ! We’ve got the whole camp looking for you! Do you know how long I’ve been walking around this fucking jungle?”

You mean to say something, anything, but you can’t help the sob that erupts from your throat at the sight of him. 

He stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes and resuming his steps. He swoops you in his arms, letting you get snot and tears on his chest while you gasp out thank you’s and I'm sorry's.

“And you’re a crybaby. Just my luck.”

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Everyone was bombarding you when you arrived at camp in Mr. Clayton’s arms. Where were you? How did you get lost? Are you hurt? Professor Porter had to calm everyone down, telling them that you must be hungry and tired. And you were. Your stomach was growling and you nearly ate Jane’s leftovers once you were back in your tents. 

“Oh my! Do you want me to get another serving?” Jane innocently questioned, but you shook your head. “No, thanks. I think I’ll explode if I take another bite.” You both giggle, setting the empty plates down. The atmosphere suddenly grows serious, a little tense that you wiggle on your sleeping bag. 

“He was really worried, you know,” she says suddenly. Her eyes pierce through yours, making you shiver. “Who? Professor Porter?”

She shakes her head, “My. Clayton.”

Oh. You blink. “He was?” Jane nods, “He was running around the area like a madman. Asking if anyone’s seen you at all. I think it was just because no one’s ever gotten lost on his watch. It looked like his veins were gonna burst.”

Jane is shaking her head in disapproval, but you’re in disbelief. You’ve hardly spoken to him, and even though logically anyone would have been worried, you can’t help the warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. 

“He uh…he was worried?”

Jane shrugs, “I wouldn’t say worried. More like his ego got hurt or something. I can’t see that man caring about anything but himself.” Granted, a lot of people don’t like Mr. Clayton’s rough personality, but you’re still surprised to hear someone so open about their dislike. You play with the loose threads of your sleeping bag, “I don’t think he’s too bad.”

You regret those words as soon as you say them. Jane’s eyes widen and you can see her smile forming from the little lantern in the tent. “Shut up! You like him?!”

“No!” But you said it too quickly, too eagerly that it only makes her smile widen. “I don’t.” You’re still persistent. “I just…he saved me and whatever! I can’t hate him after that.”

Jane nods, but she’s still grinning. “Riiight.” She chuckles at your blushing face. “You know, I heard he stays up late in his tent. Alone. He might want to know how grateful you are to him.” You roll your eyes at her, shaking your head, but the idea isn’t too bad. There’s nothing wrong with saying thank you without crying. 

You clear your throat, “That’s a stupid idea.”

“It is.” “And he’ll most likely yell at me for leaving my tent this late.” “He might.”

You look around the tent, mind racing with different scenarios of what could happen if you went to Mr. Clayton. 

With a resolution, you gather the empty plates and kneel-walk to the zipper entrance. “I’m gonna put these back. Don’t wait up on me.”

The last things you hear are Jane’s laughter and a quiet go-get-'em tiger!

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Mr. Clayton’s tent is further than the rest of the camps. His weapons are a hazard, so Professor Porter thought it would have been better for him to sleep further away from curious hands. Clayton seems to hardly mind the fact that he’s isolated, he lavishes on it really. 

His self-care time is up though as you get closer to his tent, without getting lost of course. There’s nowhere to knock, so you awkwardly clear your throat right in front of the entrance. “Uh…Mr. Clayton?”

You can hear him rustling in the tent, steps getting closer. A large hand breaks through the cloth and pushes it to the side until you’re faced with his chest. He’s wearing a white tank top, the peak of his chest hair curling at the top. His arms widen as he crosses them over his chest, looking down at your much smaller form. 

“Oh…little wanderer. Did you get lost again?”

Something in your curls. Heat flushes your cheeks and your legs tremble. “I…” you nervously laugh. “No. I just um, wanted to thank you…without crying this time.”

His lips pull back into a smile, almost threateningly. A soft chuckle vibrates from his chest, “I’m your guide. It’s my job to keep you guys safe.” He eyes you curiously, dangerously. Something foreign flicks in them, but he clears his throat. “But thank you. I don’t suppose you risked getting lost just to thank little ‘ol me?”

You laugh, “A risk I was willing to take.”

The air grows thick, a tense layer over the atmosphere that nearly makes you whine from the sheer feeling. Mr. Clayton smirks, as if sensing the shift that leaves you melting. 

“Want to come in? I could give you a few tips on how to not get lost.” His teeth gleam in the moonlight, and you find yourself aimlessly nodding. He pulls the curtain back more for you to fit. A part of you expected to collapse the moment you took the first few steps, but you don’t. The first wave of arousal hits you as you enter his space. Clayton’s tent is filled with the scent of him, dominating and possessive. Your skin grows sensitive, so much so that you whimper when he puts his hand on your lower back to guide you further in.

“It might look a little scary in here at first, but I promise my things don’t bite.” Clayton puts both his hands on the dips of your hips. There’s nothing more you want to do than push back, to feel his large body encompass yours. To have his hands travel forward, to touch and grope your flesh until you're begging for something more. But he doesn't, either too focused on his objects or keeping himself in control. 

You gasp when he squeezes your hips. A silent plea, an invitation he wants you to take. 

“What if…” you can feel your heart racing. “What if I want them to bite?”

A low vibration comes from his chest that makes you whimper. Clayton finally pulls you closer to him until your back is fully nestled into his front, letting you get a feel of something rather large grinding against your ass. He uses a thick hand to tilt your head up, forcing you to look into his aroused eyes. 

“Do you know what you’re asking from me, wanderer?” Clayton sounds gruff, murmuring. His lips are so close to your own. You open your mouth to answer, but his grip on your throat tightens so you nod. 

It’s all he needs to close the gap between you two. His lips are rough and dominating. There’s a sense of urgency on the tongue he eagerly slides into your mouth. You take it. You take his bruising grip, the possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. Your hands reach back, trying to grip his hands, his hair, anything. You’ve waited so long for this, for him. If it wasn’t for Mr. Clayton holding you, your legs would have given out. 

He pulls away with a groan, walking you to his table before bending you over it. A hand knots itself in your hair as your cheek is pressed against the wooden material. Your heart thuds in your chest, legs shaking as Mr. Clayton’s free hand massages the flesh of your arse.

“This ass. I don’t think you understand how much I love looking at this fucking thing.” Clayton squeezes the plumpness, earning a whine from your lips. 

“Harder,” you moan, wiggling your hips. “Touch me harder.”

An amused scoff comes from behind you. Clayton opts to completely remove your bottoms and underwear, watching the string of arousal that connects to it. He takes a sharp breath at the sight of your bare cunt swollen and leaky. His fingers react before his mind does to feel how wet you are. You mewl, getting on your tippy toes so he can have more access.

Clayton laughs, “God, fuck. Look at how wet this pussy is. You’re giving it up this easy for an old man like me? You’re really a slut, aren’t you?”

You try and shake your head against his grip, but to no avail. “You’re not old. Not at all. I…I never do this type of thing. I…I just want you.” Mr. Clayton hums, “Want me? How?”

Of course he’s going to make you say it. “In me. Wanna feel your cock in my pussy. I’m so wet, can’t you feel it? Mr. Clayton, I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me.” You’re restless now. Wiggling your hips pathetically to have a finger slip in. He lets you hump his hand for mere seconds before pulling away. You whine, opening your mouth enough for him to slip his other fingers into your mouth. It subdues you, sucking and licking on his salty digits.

A grin appears on his face. “You don’t do this? Seems like a dirty lie to me. Look at you, trying to fuck yourself on my hand and sucking my fingers like a cock. Tell me the truth, wanderer. You are a slut.”

You whimper against his fingers, but the excitement quickly replaces the embarrassment. The sound of a zipper and the ruffling of clothes has you anticipating. You moan and suck on Clayton’s digits harder. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth onto your cheek, leaving a mess. 

Finally, you feel it. The hot, thick flesh bumping on your pussy. He feels huge, the tip easily covers your clit. Clayton rocks his hips against you, letting your bodies grind with a grip on your hip. You feel him lean his weight down on you, the pressure against your body adds to the pleasure.

“You feel that, wanderer? Feel that dick on your pussy?” You nod, you whine, you moan. It’s so close to the place you need him most. Truthfully, you could cum from the pussy play, but you want to cream with his cock in you. 

“I feel it. Please, Mr. Clayton. Please,” you’re desperate. A part of you thinks he’ll laugh again, but he groans. Clayton straightens and adjusts his grip until one hand is on your waist and the other holds the base of his cock. Slowly, he drags his tip upwards until it catches your entrance. The excitement gets the best of you, cunt clenching so hard before he puts it in that he can’t even fit his tip. 

“Fuck! Don’t tighten up like that,” Clayton lands a hand on your ass. You yelp from the impact, lurching forward and whimpering apologies. You relax your muscles, trying your best to stay still until the first feeling of pressure overcomes you. You welcome it, widening your legs and moaning as he slides in. It far from hurts, far from feeling even slightly uncomfortable. You've wanted this moment since you first arrived at this shit jungle, since you laid eyes on Mr. Clayton. 

The stretch is so pleasurable that you think you’ll cum already. He said not to squeeze so much, but you truly can’t help the pulsing of your walls the moment he’s fully seated in you.

“ ‘m cumming. Mr. Clayton, you’re making me cum.” 

Now he laughs. “I could tell. Got so much cream on my cock already.” You didn’t think he would give you a second to process your orgasm but still let out a surprised squeal when he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in. Your cheek slides against the desk as he does it again and again, pulling out enough so he can see the white strings of your arousal on his pelvis. It’s an addicting sight: the bouncing of your hips, the opening of your cunt, and the little pucker of your ass. 

Clayton moans, a deep sound that makes you whimper in reply. He’s feeling good. He’s feeling good because of you. The fact does things to your mind and you wish you could see his face screwed up in pleasure. Yet, there’s a weird sense of arousal not being able to see him. He can pound into as fast and hard as he wants, he can touch any part of you without you knowing which part is next. It fills you with pleasure knowing your body is at his whim, and that alone can make you finish again. 

“Shit. Haven’t had young pussy in so long. You know how good you feel on my cock?” He slips his hand from your hip to your clit. “Shit, a little slut like you probably knows. You like my old cock, huh?”

You can’t even answer if you wanted to. His fingers are like magic on your cunt. Clayton is superb at multitasking, easily rubbing his rough fingers on your sensitive clit while maintaining a ruthless pace. You clench around him repeatedly, enough until he pinches your clit in defiance. 

“Mmm- Mr. Clayton! That- oh fuck- that hurts.” You all but whine into the desk. Clayton uses two digits to have you slide against while he pounds into you. It’s unbearable, it makes you want to scream with overwhelming pleasure. Still, you take it. He hears how your whines turn into mewls. The pliant state you’re in makes his cock twitch.

“Hurts? Don’t lie, wanderer. Sluts like you always take what’s given to them.” You whimper in reply, trying to dig further into the table as if it will help with the immense pleasure. 

“God, fuck. I’mma cum in you. Fill your young pussy up with my cum. You want it?”

Tears prick your eyes, happy tears. What a dream it is, to have Mr. Clayton fuck you raw, but to finish inside you? You never want to wake up. “So bad,” you babble. “So, so, so bad. Please cum in my young pussy. I want it.”

Clayton groans, steading both his hands on your hips so he can properly chase his impending orgasm. “Why? Tell me why.”

“Because I’m a slut. I’m such a slut. Please fuck me with your old cock, sir.”

That does it for him. Hot ropes of arousal shoot into your cunt. It fills you easily, little bits seeping from your cunt from the sheer amount. You gasp and moan, feeling how Mr. Clayton fucks his cum deeper into you while riding out his high. His shallow thrusts feel good in your abused pussy and you gladly let him use you to his fill.

The slide out makes both of you moan. A slick pop is soon followed by the oozing of cum down your thigh. Your upper body completely relaxes on the table while your legs tremble from keeping you upright. Clayton has yet to take his hands off you. His harsh grip turns soft as he tries to steady his breathing. 

He looks down at you, your shirt slightly up so he can see your lower back. His thumb grazes the skin there and you shiver. 

He smiles. Hopefully, your tent-mate won’t mind you spending the night elsewhere.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Clayton and Rourke in their undershirts appreciation. That's all.

[dudadrawings17]

Disney first fanfic

ok, here goes nothing

Disney Villains: Next Generation

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Introducing my OCs:

Azmodeus, Hella, and Dantalion: They are the triplets of Chernabog and Maleficent. Being babies, they don't have great personalities yet.

Hilary: The oldest of the group, 14 years old. Daughter of Cruella and Clayton. Ironically, and against everything her parents stand for, she is vegan and an animal protector. She always cries when her father returns with a new dead animal.

Zac: Son of Hades and Jafar, 10 years old. He has magical powers but doesn't know how to control them well yet. A trickster and liar, but when he makes a deal, he is bound to fulfill it.

Pietra: At 6 years old, she is the adopted daughter of Captain Hook and John Silver. She has a very creative and vivid mind, and dreams of becoming a pirate as famous and feared as her parents.

— x — x — x — x — x —

Chapter 1: An Adventure to Call Our Own

On a cold and dark night, the mist spreads and covers the dark sky. In the middle of a cursed forest, a massive stone castle houses the most hateful, wicked, and ruthless villains to ever walk the Earth. While the monthly meeting has not yet begun, the villains spend their time chatting amongst themselves. At a particular large table, eight villains are drinking wine and conversing.

Maleficent: It was a great idea to leave our children together while we are here. Jafar: Of course, it was a great idea—it was mine! Hades: Here we go again… Silver: But was it really a good idea to leave them alone? Cruella: Don't worry, my pirate friend. My Hilary is old enough to take care of herself and the others. Besides, it will be a good lesson in responsibility for her. Clayton: Yes, maybe this will curb her rebellious behavior. Hook: Even so, perhaps we should have left an adult with them. Mr. Smee, maybe. Chernabog: That old fool? It’s the same as leaving them with no one! Maleficent: Shhh. Frollo is about to start the meeting.

As soon as Judge Claude Frollo begins to speak, everyone else falls silent, and the meeting officially starts. Far away, in the eerie castle of Maleficent and Chernabog, young Hilary struggles to meet the needs of the triplets Azmodeus, Hella, and Dantalion.

Hilary: Seriously, how does aunt Maleficent manage to handle three little demons at once??

While she changes Azmodeus's diaper, Zac and Pietra are playing a board game. But the half-god, half-genie boy quickly gets bored.

Zac: This is so boring! Hilary: You could at least help me with the babies! Zac: No way! You’re the oldest one here, so you have to take care of us. Hilary: But you’re the one with magical powers. Stop being a selfish brat for once and help me! Zac: Depends, what do I get out of it? Hilary: (sigh) Forget it, I forgot you’re not even that good with your powers… Zac: Hey! I can do whatever I want, okay? Watch this!

Using his powers, Zac tries to levitate Azmodeus's dirty diaper into the trash can. Instead, it flies and hits Hella in the face, making her cry loudly.

Hilary: You idiot! Zac: Okay, I’m still learning, but you saw that I almost got it! Pietra: Hey, I know what we can do! Zac: Nobody asked you anything, brat. Hilary: Let her speak, you idiot! What is it, Pietra? Pietra: Let's hunt a crocodile! Hilary: Pietra, no! Hunting animals is wrong! Zac: Your dad hunts. Hilary: And he’s very wrong! Just because he does it doesn’t mean we should do it too. Zac: Aaaah, okay, but let’s do something! This boredom is killing me! Pietra: Oh, I know! I know! Zac: Here we go. What now?

With some difficulty, due to the weight of the mechanical legs her father made for her, Pietra gets up from the floor and grabs something from her backpack.

Pietra: papa John stole a treasure map from an alien! We could take his ship and search for the treasure! Zac: An adventure all our own through space? … I’M IN!! Hilary: Are you crazy?! No one is going into space! Not with three babies for me to take care of! Zac: Okay, then you stay here with them, and Pietra and I will go after the treasure. Hilary: What? No!

But before Hilary could protest, Zac grabs Pietra by the hand and flies out of the castle with her.

Hilary: NO!! Come back here, you brats!!

Desperate, Hilary does her best to carry the triplets in her arms and runs after the other two. The meeting in the villains' grand castle would continue for many more hours, and Maleficent, Chernabog, Cruella, Clayton, Jafar, Hades, Hook and Silver had no idea what their children were up to.

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖙 ➔ 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒 ⬧︎ 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2

[kabishkat19]

The Claytons

In the Tarzan novels the character William Cecil Clayton is actually related to Tarzan (John Clayton); they’re paternal cousins and even though that was never acknowledged in the Disney adaptation, I think it be quite interesting to see how that would go.

*Young Clayton and sister meeting their new born cousin for the first time before their uncle and aunt take him on a ship.

[seaslugfanclub]

Hi! How you doin? I saw that Clayton and Alameda fell under the "Crush/Romantic feelings" category in one of your previous posts and was wondering if I could request some separate imagines on them? Since there's not much mention of them in your other works (especially Clayton), just to get an idea of what they're like with (Y/N). Please and thank you!

Sure!! I’d love to write more about Clayton, he’s so underrated 😭 Enjoy!

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Clayton

He’s one of the more… aloof villains of the park. Unlike the others who parade around the park giving backhanded compliments and insulting the elderly, Clayton tends to stay more on the sidelines.

I mean… the only thing he really liked to do was hunt, and he can’t exactly skewer any living creatures at the “happiest place on earth”

Though what he wouldn’t give to make a new coat out of that sardonically scarred lion…

With our beloved park attendant (Y/N), they found a couple ways to get along with him.

(Y/N) asked him about his hunting expeditions and his time in Victorian England

As much as (Y/N) hates the idea of killing for the sake of killing, Clayton can tell one hell of a story. He becomes super animated, hands waving around and voice super loud. He even got Gaston’s attention.

Other villains walked in on both (Y/N) and Gaston sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor as Clayton relayed the tale of his expedition in Peru like it was story time

He LOVES showing off his skills and strength, and what can I say, (Y/N) loves a show

As for the romantic aspect of Clayton and (Y/N)’s relationship, I believe Clayton fell first

Clayton was a man from Victorian England, where it was risqué for a women to show her ankles

Now imagine Clayton seeing (Y/N) in small summer wear attire, it is Florida/California after all…

During one of Clayton’s tantrums, he ended up screaming in (Y/N)’s face. And what did they do? They slapped him across the face, shocking him to silence

No one has ever dared lay a finger on him, and as (Y/N) immediately apologized to him he could only think one thing; “that was hot”

Clayton isn’t used to someone being genuinely interested in his past, and the way that (Y/N) looks at him when he retails his adventures keeps the Englishman up at night

It’s weird, but (Y/N) loves how big Clayton’s hands are, like they take one of his hands and covers their entire face with it, much to Clayton’s embarrassment

(Y/N) is now Clayton’s official backpack, they cling to this man as he walks around the park. Clayton loves showing off his strength and (Y/N) loves being carried

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Alameda Slim

Cowboy time baby

Alameda is one of the most unknown villains, like no one cares

But (Y/N) does, (Y/N) always tries to get Alameda included with the Villains and park activities

Whenever there’s a big crowd, Alameda always gravitates to (Y/N)

The size difference between them omg

(Y/N) brings Alameda old country music records, he now has a whole milk crate filled with albums

Gives (Y/N) mini concerts, yodeling along to the records

They have movie nights together in the common area watching old westerns! Alameda always interrupts the movie pointing out all the inaccuracies

One time Alameda tried to show (Y/N) how to square dance, and accidentally made them go airborne when he tried to spin them around

(Y/N)’s super curious about Alamedas yodeling, does it only affect cows? They decided to experiment on a bunch of different animals around the park, much to the park goers dismay

Turned out the only other animal effected by yodeling is… pigeons

Alameda ended up running for his life, a horde of hypnotized pigeons chasing after him

(Y/N) ended up having to convince Alameda it was safe to go outside again, after he barricaded himself in his room

Alameda likes to plop his cowboy hat on (Y/N)s head when it gets to hot outside

[mochawulfie]

Beneath the shelter of the trees

[oyakawa-desk]

Various things posted on X

( I forgot to put it here ☺︎)

1:Favorite Disney characters (except Vinny)

2: Fear from Inside Out (humanization)

3: Kuzco from The Emperor's New Groove

4: Gaston from the live-action version of Beauty and the Beast

5: Cedric from Sofia the First

6: Mirabel and Dolores from Encanto

I've received requests on X and have drawn some of them.

If you have any requests on Tumblr, please leave them in the ask box, I don't know if I can draw them though... (Actually, is my ask box visible? I can't see it myself)

[kissentz]

Uhm.. you mind drawing Clayton with 5I? Its for the expression thingy.

yep! if you don't mind, i made him colorless since you didn't mention which palette you want x))

but anyway.... clayton!!! my lovely baby... i haven't drawn him for so long. drawing this brought back so many fond memories, i was just obsessed with this man

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

WOOPS

These where waiting in my sketchbook from two weeks. Gosh finally got time to do some digital colouring! I noticed that recently I'm into dark palettes. Mmmm don't know if I fully like it--Must experiment more!

Here we go. On today's menu: slommy men.

Clayton is fun to draw especially flustered. Some one help him (not instantly,--let him have his 'fun'. Just. Don't leave him up there like that for the entire night-- Joints and muscle absolutely ache after a while, also he's a man from the 1900 at his fourties (?), if he takes a flu we're finished). Rourke-- well. He's a handsome horrible man. You can leave him like this if you want.

byyeeeeee gonna off to bed after thisssss ronz mimiimimi of a satisfied mind

[taleo1995]

I exercise to draw him correctly and argh he is so hard to draw 💀

[rourkes-baby-daddy]

The way Rourke looked up was perfect

[improbabledreamgirl]

if i had a nickel for every time a Disney animated film explored the relationship between humans and wildlife set to a banger soundtrack by Phil Collins, i’d have 2 nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s REALLY FUCKING COOL that it happened twice.