Cinderella's ball gown transformation (1950) or Elsa's ice gown transformation (2013)?
Cinderella's! You're not surprised.
Cinderella's came first. She's the OG of princess dress transformations. Elsa's is derivative of it. Cinderella's gets brownie points.
Cinderella's dress transformation was a reward from a higher power for her faith and strength of character. Elsa's dress transformation, on the other hand, was just her treating herself to a glow-up for...running away from her responsibikities and fears.
Both dresses are supposed to reflect the true-self of the girl wearing it. The difference is, Elsa's came at a time when she was literally singing about the mindset she needed to grow out of. It would be like Simba manifesting a crown in the middle of singing "Hakuna Matata." When he's run from his responsibility, abandoned the people who relied on him, rejected who he really is, and is running from his past mistakes and present flaws. Sureeee. Let's celebrate, have a fancy new outfit, Simba, so we can commemorate your moment of triumph, going from crown prince to lazy bug-eating mother-abandoning loafer in the woods. Elsa's doing the same thing. She's singing about "letting it go," but it's not "let go of my inhibitions," because her "inhibitions" were only in place to make her feel like she had control over whether or not she hurt others. And she doesn't gain that until after embracing self-sacrificial love. So what's she really "letting go" of? Responsibility. The environment where she had to think about others instead of herself. Risk. 🙄 And that's her big dress-transformation moment.
Meanwhile Cinderella's dress comes at a moment where she's done everything she can do, she's had faith, and a good attitude, and so much good will toward the mean, low creatures who are her stepfamily that the last thing she did was run down and ask them, sweetly, if they like her dress before they rip it to pieces. She's been kicked to her lowest moment, and all along, she's never lost faith.
And right when she's about to, her Fairy Godmother appears and shows her that she was right to be good, kind, faithful, no matter what her circumstances were. Her dress is a reminder of a real triumph: you're not a friendless ragged orphan servant. You're really a queen, on the inside, because you're high above the villains in virtue. You're compassionate, you're gracious, you're selfless, you're kind. You take care of others, like a benevolent Queen: That's who you are, no matter what your circumstances tell you, and here's a dress to illustrate it.
Elsa's dress is all about her circumstances and how happy she is that she's run from them. Cinderella's dress is all about who she is on the inside, regardless of her circumstances.
...and it's prettier and more iconic and the animation is both those things, too.
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Hello again, sweetheart! Congratulations on your followers and the attention your amazing writing gets, I can't wait for it to be even more appreciated 💕 Thank you for all the sweet interactions as well!
For the request, can I get Corazon and Croco + walking in on fem!reader? Or them walking in on the reader if it's easier for you. Please take your time and thank you for everything 💕
Hello beautiful person! Thank you so much for the ask and kind words 💜 Since you told me in DMs you want to change Croco to Doffy, your wish is my command! I hope you like it 🥰
NSFW below the cut! MDNI!!
Corazon walking in on a fem!reader
After being put through hell that day, you wanted to set aside some time for yourself—soaking in a bubble bath. The steam rising from the water was helping your muscles to relax as you eased your way down, further submerging yourself in it.
Reflecting on your most recent mission, Rosinante found his way into your thoughts. In spite of his clumsiness, you found him endearing. Chuckling to yourself at the shenanigans he'd find himself in, and incidentally, adding more work for the rest of the family, the humorous moments shifted to those of a more sensual manner. You wished you could hear his voice more often; he always chose his words carefully and his voice carried a gentleness that you'd never encountered before.
Letting your hand wander to your anticipating clit, you set your lustful fantasies of him run free. In doing this, you through caution to the wind—completely ignoring any outside threat. Skillfully working yourself to climax, you could feel the build up about to be released.
Getting carried away in your current endeavors, you hadn't heard the door open; it was only when you opened your heavy eyelids to see a wide-eyed Rosinante staring at you, mouth agape, and leaving the door wide open.
Panicking, you shouted for him to shut it. He did so but with him inside the room with you. He quickly snapped his fingers to encase the two of you in 'silence'. Frantically apologizing, face turning redder the longer he stood in front of you, he still had yet to look away from your vulnerable body.
When the initial shock subsided, he began shifting his stance, which brought your attention to the lust bulging between his legs.
You weren't conscious of this, but your knees seperated from the sight of his yearning to be intimate.
Keeping his gaze on you, he skeptically motioned towards you—wanting to give you the chance to deny him if you so wished. Your body was warmed up for him, and with this, you nodded for him to come closer.
Kneeling down at the side of the tub, he was sure to focus on you before unzipping his jeans. Immediately going in for a deep kiss, his lips held onto yours with each motion. Reaching up to your chest, he cupped at your perked breast, rolling your nipple in between his finger tips.
Arching your back, you were signalling to him that you needed more from him. Ripping his shirt off, he then plunged his hand into the water, finding your needy cunt with ease. You attempted to choke back your mewls, but he reminded you of the silencing field he'd put up, "I want to hear each and every one of your pretty moans."
It wasn't long before he had you crying out his name when you reached your limit. Panting from the wave that'd just rushed over you, he placed another gentle kiss on your forehead.
Pawing at his chest, you wanted to return the favor.
Doflamingo walking in on a fem!reader
How could he say such things to you? You'd been nothing but loyal to him and this whole joke of a family. Throwing yourself down on the sofa, your rage was far from disapating; you were rilled up and in search of some sort of release—any kind.
Even though you loathed him in the moment, your hatred for him was often overshadowed by your want to be under him. Having him show any kind of gratitude towards you was what you'd been after all along.
Your chest rose and fell more quickly as the shift in your emotions were giving you whiplash. Frustration still running deep, you acted on your urges: lifting up your skirt and sliding your fingers over the wet patch that'd already formed.
Imagining him telling you how well you'd been doing, brought on an undertone of sadness. However, you ignored it and focused on how he'd reward you if he ever woke up to the fact you were one of his most powerful members.
Allowing yourself to finally melt into your touch, you were startled by a low laugh. Pulling your skirt back down, you turned to see Doflamingo, who was wearing a devilish grin.
"Don't stop on my account. You looked like you were really getting into it," he threw in while taking a seat across from you in the armchair. "Go on then. Show me what I've been missing out on."
Obeying him, you continued performing your sinful act. He leaned back to enjoy the show you were putting on. Hearing the shameful noises coming from your soaked pussy made him lick his lips with hunger.
Watching him behave in such a predatory manner made your hips buck to the rhythm you were playing on your starved slit.
You could feel yourself approaching the end, your breath hitched at your conflicting emotions jerking you in different directions.
"Stop," he ordered.
Trying to catch your breath, you looked at him with a pain on your face, "What?"
"That's enough. Stop." His sly smirk hadn't changed.
Getting up in protest, not only for what'd just been playing out, but for all of the other misfortunes he'd put you through all came flooding to you at once.
You'd barely left the cushions before he was on top of you, forcing you into a mating press. "Good workers only get their reward if they learn to obey their superiors," ending this with a slimy lick along your throat and cheek.
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Headcanon that the boys watch Cinderella while high one time (maybe Steve had the tape already since he was a kid, or he’d gotten it from an elderly aunt who didn’t understand that he was too old for it, or maybe they’d rented another movie and gotten the wrong tape in the box, and decided to watch it anyway), and for DAYS afterwards, Billy’s got Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo stuck in his head.
He tries listening to his own music to drown it out, he tries to listen to Steve’s music, he puts on the local radio station for the goddamn jingles, and yet every time he’s brushing his teeth or reading a book or driving in his car, he starts humming fucking Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.
Eventually he gets desperate and begs for Steve to just punch his lights out, because “maybe it’ll cause a bit of amnesia and I’ll forget about it!”, but Steve just laughs at him and refuses.
(For years and years afterwards, if Steve wants to be a little shit, he’ll start humming Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo where Billy can hear him. Billy yells or throws things at him or one time tackles him to the floor to shut him up but it’s always too late - he’ll be stuck with that song in his head for days again, and he knows it. Steve just laughs, every time.)
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