#alameda slim

[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)

[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"

[rourkes-baby-daddy]

The way Rourke looked up was perfect

[chiprewington]

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

[cosmiconix]

Yo, Slim! Is Rico here?

[cuppa-ale]

learning how to draw him

[rosyrosethorns]

doodles feat. @shiny-self-shipping and @candyheartedchy owo

[simpingforcys]

I just know there’s somewhere in the world who absolutely simps for this guy.

[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.)

[disney-slash]

Rustler + Poacher?

[emperoryumemomo]

i just needed an excuse to draw them again