#alameda slim

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

That moment when the animators flex that close-up animation to let us privately investigate a character's personality or either show a tintillating state of insanity of the beloved character's meanwhile blessing us with the specific knowledge of their irises' colour full HD maximum details

(plus allowing me to finally have the perfect pantone's shade to apply in fantasy scenarios before going to sleep )

(eyes...pretty eyes...)

If I was isekai-ed into Toontown, while possibly meeting the blorbos above, visualise me like Sid from Ice Age in the scene when he goes "you have beautiful eyes" one inch from Manny's face

[lyxchee-art]

Idk if I did this accurately

[blackthewolf17]

So this is a little practice at Samanta Erdini's suggestion for my portfolio, All of you cross your fingers that the reason behind this comes true.🕴

[seaslugfanclub]

Maleficent : Bitch give me a fry

(Y/N): Is that how you ask?

Maleficent : Bitch please give me a fry

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Hades: When talking to (Y/N), remember to keep it light and casual. Use our conversation starters if you get in trouble.

Hook: Light and casual, got it.

*5 minutes into at date with (Y/N)*

Hook: IM GOING INTO LABOR

*Jafar watching from the bushes*: He’s pulling the pregnancy card THIS EARLY?!

*Hades watching through binoculars next to Jafar*: If he U-turns the conversation back to cardboard manufacturing we might clutch this

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The other villains: BEHOLD! The town goth has left their house!

(Y/N): Bring me the country music loving farm boy

Alameda: NO! NO NO YALL LET ME GO

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Gothel: Can’t a poor woman like me ever have a little fun?

(Y/N): Yeah, everyone likes to have fun.

Gothel: You like to have fun too~?

(Y/N): I mean—you’re asking about me? I mean, yeah I like too~

Gothel: Oh, yeah~?

(Y/N), annoyed: I already said yes.

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(Y/N): I have 3 dollars and 24 cents. Do something to me

Maleficent: *spits on them*

(Y/N): I love you. I wanna take you away from all of this

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Bill Sykes: They hate to see a bad bitch from New Jersey win

[whimsi-clown]

I could not stop the voices from taking over and making this

... I'm feeling thirsty all of a sudden...

(Fanart is based on this fanfic by @seaslugfanclub)

[blueninjablade3]

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

Frollo

Okay, this might be a bit OOC, but I think Frollo is the type to go really hard on Christmas. His own Catholic way. He views this as his chance to celebrate his all-mighty lord’s birth! I think this is the ONLY time you can get him to be semi-kind. He definitely has all the nativity scenes in his home. Gives grapes to Quasi as his Christmas gift. If you think you can escape the Christmas sermon… wtf is wrong with you? I promise you won’t. You will be hearing about Jesus and the lord all through December.

If you’re really hard-core into celebrating Jesus’ birth and want to hear about it? Awesome! But if you don’t… you’re semi-safe after December.

Crullea Devil:

I REFUSE to believe that Crullea doesn’t love this season. But, she only loves it, because everyone is buying gifts for their family and stuff, which makes her money! I also think she likes seeing all the winter-line clothing from her competitors/ designing her own. In terms of decorating tree, I think she’s highly like, “NO THAT GARLAND MAKES THE TREE LOOK BAD!” or “THAT DOESN'T MATCH THE AESTHETIC.” She’s very into decorating the house to make it look nice for photos and possibly hosting a party to show off her new coat…

She personally designs you clothes for the holidays. Hand-tailored one-of-a-kind time clothes. Also if you give her beauty products, especially high ones, she’ll love you. She’s also asked for a fur coat more than once… maybe also some… puppies.

Captain Hook

Hook. My sweet sweet baby. He actually doesn’t really like this holiday! Hook used to enjoy this season! He really did. But since he can no longer spend it with anyone but his crew it only reminds him of his childhood and his mama. This makes him very bitter and prone to snapping at his crew and those around him. However, if you really want to celebrate I think he could suffer through it for you. Even if you didn’t wanna celebrate I can still see him getting you a gift. If you’re there the holiday isn’t so bad. Still never gonna be his favorite but he can deal with it.

Alameda Slim

I want you to look me in the eyes and say he is NOT an absolute dad on Christmas. I’m talking he has the black trash sack READY. I do not want anyone to tell me otherwise. This man is THE CHRISTMAS DAD. And yes he did hang lights in Echo Mine for you and the boys. I think he also might like some new chaps or if you’re looking for a big gift maybe a new guitar. I love this man so much he needs more love.

Hey y’all! Sorry for not getting this out by the holiday season! The plan was to get this done before family came in for the holidays but I didn’t finish it. But I finally finished it and have gotten it out so I hope you’ve enjoyed reading and have a happy new year!

Masterlist

[alinxpg]

I really love Turbo as Alameda Slim, look a this little cattle rustler 🤠

He is ready to steal your cows, but i think one of them will kick him 🐮

[charactersmashorpass-2]

"do you see my vision"

[feel-the-fire]

Checked Alameda Slim’s Disney wiki page for fun and

RUDE. MEAN. CRUEL, EVEN.

[rourkes-baby-daddy]

The way Rourke looked up was perfect

[your-official-gingerartist]

Couple sketches I’m still trying to figure out how I want to draw my self insert 😭 They did not get along at first. Understandably so when they both are trying to steal cattle in the same place

[chiprewington]

Commission for @judyjudkins, featuring their fursona Oleander Bos with Alameda Slim!

[blackthewolf17]

Slim definitely needs to offer these ladies a big apology if he even thinks of coming within 5 yards of the farm 🕴

Bonus:

[seaslugfanclub]

Kool-aid Isn’t the Only Thing I’m Thirsty For

Happy 4th of July everyone!

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“Y’know my great grandfather was stationed in France?”

“No shit? My nephew was deployed there.”

“Yeah— Cant remember for the life of me what division he was in, but he was sent back to the states after he blew off most of his fingers.”

“Yeesh.. Makes me mighty glad I missed out on all o’ that! hey- make sure to keep flippin’! These need to be grilled correctly.”

“Don’t tell a man how to use his own grill…”

Sykes, Rourke, and Alameda hovered over the grill, Sykes in charge of the burgers as he shot the shit with the old commander and cow wrangler, a half-smoked cigar hanging from each of their mouths and a chilled beer bottle in hand.

It had been a while since Sykes had celebrated the 4th, but he had subtly dominated the command of the grill. And Rourke was more than happy to piss away time, puffing on his cigar as he talked about old war battles with the two other men.

The sun beat down on the men, who had stationed themselves in the old lot behind the main studio building, both Rourke and Sykes had exchanged their usually stiff outfits for their old wife-beaters. While Alameda wore a simple plaid button up. An old radio played classic yacht rock, sitting atop a splintering picnic table. And a cooler filled with drinks was placed beside the grill, a few spare wasps hovering around the yellowed plastic of the cooler.

“(Y/N)!!!” Sykes hollered, Rourke and Alameda flinching at the noise,

“How're you doing with the Kool-aid!?”

(Y/n) opened the door to the backyard, calling back, “Almost done!!!”

Closing the door, (Y/n) turned towards Medusa, who was finishing mixing the disgustingly sweet drink, limp cigarette between her lips

“Hey, don’t get any cigarette ash in it!” They whined.

“Oh please, I won't! At least the ash would cut back the sugar.” Medusa muttered, sweeping back her dangling American flag earrings.

(Y/n) nodded, pulling on the hem of their denim shorts that stuck to their sweaty skin. “Cool, Imma bring out the ketchup and shit, Facilier, do you wanna join us?”

Facilier, who was draped on the counter across from Medusa, top hat off and slightly fanning himself shrugged,

“Eh, I’m not too big on burgers Chére. And I’m pretty sure drinking even a small glass of that red monstrosity will put me in an early grave.”

“You sure? I brought some illegal fireworks that we’ll be setting off later? You could do the honors of lighting them?”

Facilier paused his fanning, “…Illegal you say? What kind?”

“Oh I’ve got; Snakes, sparklers, firecrackers, M80, black cats, Roman candles, screamin’ Mimi’s, ladyfingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, crap flappers, whistling bungholes, spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker do’s, hoosker don’ts, cherry bombs, nipsa daisers with scooter stick, and whistling kitty chasers.” (Y/n) listed off with their fingers.

…

“….Well, I could never pass up a good ol’ Roman candle… sure. Just let me know when you bring ‘em out.”

(Y/n) laughed, nodding excitedly as they carried out all the condiments, paper plates, and napkins to the backyard, Medusa bustling beside them with the large pitcher of iced Kool-aid.

“I haven’t had a proper July 4th cookout since I was a girl! I still remember my ol’ mother and father screaming over the undercooked hot dogs… Oh, back when this country had proper domestic violence~” Medusa cooed, a nostalgic smile making her eyes squint.

The park attendant gave Medusa the side eye, brows furrowed before shaking their head, (Y/n)’s attention quickly turned towards the large men outside.

They tried not to blatantly stare at how tight Sykes beater was stretched around his chest, or how all of the men’s chest and arm hair were slicked with sweat, OR how an old anchor tattoo made itself known on Rourkes back whenever he flexed, OR OR how good Alameda looked taking a long puff his cigar.

…

“…Meat's back on the menu tonight…” (Y/n) thought to themselves, hoping that the heat could excuse their flushed face.

To break out of there thoughts, (Y/n) shouted to the group,

“Alright! Who’s ready to party!?”

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“What in god's name are they doing?” Hook muttered, watching through the window in morbid fascination as (Y/n) fanatically cheered on Facilier, who had begun to laugh maniacally as he shot off three Roman candles at once.

“Oh it’s that silly American holiday, today. The one where they dress up is garish clothing and raise their cholesterol.” Cruella hisses, already feeling a headache coming on. “I tell you those Americans eat like they have free healthcare..”

“Ugh, a wretched holiday for a wretched country, the traitors..” Governor Ratcliffe sneered.

“Oh, now look at that—” Hook pointed out,

From the backyard, Rourke hands (Y/n) what seems to be a small, multicolored bazooka, a wicked grin on his face as he helps them light the rocket's fuse.

Rourke ruffled their hair, stepping back a few paces to join Sykes and Slim’s side, watching proudly as (Y/n) braces and aimed the rocket towards the sky, shooting a fiery ball high up into the night air, which promptly exploded into a burning flower of sparkles. The firework joking one of many across the dark sky.

“USA! USA! USA! USA!”

…

“…I bet 30 dollars one of them is losing a finger tonight.” Clayton speaks up amongst the crowd of villains watching from inside.

“Aye, make that 50.”

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Just wanted to write a little blurb celebrating the 4th of July! I realized just how little American villains the Disney cannon has, and I wanted an excuse to thirst over Rourke and Sykes in old wife- beaters grilling me a burger🤤.

(ALSO DISCLAIMER!! This was merely written for fun. I love America and I love the beautiful nature it has, but I don’t love the American government.

This was not written with any political intention, only thirst for old men and Kool—aid.)

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

It makes me truly ponder that at the end of the day, in a possible Dream Daddy-like game with the Villains, the few rightwise to dwell in the Daddies' cul-de-sac would be John Silver, Toy Story/BLoSC's Emperor Zurg and Peg leg Pete

EDIT: let's not forget Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Or Alameda Slim and King Candy if we squint for the first's uncle/mentor status with the Willie brothers, and the second for having to look after a herd of rabuctious childrens.

Having intense mindblowns in the middle of the day on this very day

Also, an alternative Dream (Evil) Mommy sister game would be hardly more populated (the girls are outnumbered.🕯Dammit fictional male centrism) by maybe Yzma for having sort of raised Kuzco, the live-action Maleficent with her unexpected parenting twist and Tremaine and Gothel.

[disney-slash]

Rustler + Poacher?