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trin-gvf · 2 years

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D.R.W - trick or treat pt.2

2.2k words minors DNI

i want to thank @spicysamfk for helping with picking the costumes for this fic! <3

WARNINGS: oral sex (fem receiving), dad!danny, unprotected sex, face riding, slight biting

halloween night. something you loved the most. you'd always go out of your way to dress up. this was your 3rd halloween with your child but your first as a single mother. back in january you finalized your divorce with your husband.

this year you decided to be cruella deville and your baby boy was one of the dalmatians. you had a bodysuit on with black ripped jeans over it. you even had a wig and the red gloves.

the sun was setting and it was time to take your son out to trick or treat. there were parents everywhere going door to door. the first couple of houses were easy.

"what do you say?" you said, looking down at your son.

"trick or treat!!" he said, his words kind of mumbling together.

"oh aren't you adorable!" the old lady at the door said, throwing a mini twix into your baby's bag.

"thank you!" you said, holding your son's hand while walking away.

the next house was a scary one. you figured to skip past it as you didn't want your son to get scared. while doing so, your son started to throw a tantrum because you wouldn't let him go to the house. you sighed as you contemplated.

"hey, need some help?" you heard a voice ask. you turned around to see danny. he was one of your acquaintances from the daycare you had your son in.

"oh my gosh hi! i'd love some help." you said to danny, and looking down at his daughter.

"hello to you too! how cute!" she was dressed as tinkerbell. danny was a single father, the baby momma left soon after his daughter was born.

you were surprised to see what danny was dressed as slash from guns n roses.

"you look absolutely AMAZING!" you said in disbelief.

"thank you! you do too!"

you smiled at him, then got pulled back to reality by your son.

"mama wanna go!!" he said tugging at your arm.

"heyyy little man, what's up?"

your son's response was full of blabber and small words.

"how about this," he said now looking back at you.

"olivia can stay here with you and i'll take kai to get the candy." he negotiated.

you nodded at the idea.

"sounds good to me." you said, watching olivia take your hand and kai taking danny's.

you picked olivia up, dancing to 'monster mash' that was playing from the spooky house.

"he did the mash!" she mumbled in her own baby language.

"the monster mash!" you said in a deep, funny voice. she erupted in giggles. her high pitched giggles made your heart swell. she had become good friends with kai while in day care.

kai eventually came back with danny, laughing his little butt off. olivia got handed back to danny as kai came back to your side.

"was that soooo fun mister?" you asked your son, kneeling down to his level. he nodded and made exaggerated gestures about what the animatronics did.

you spent a good hour or so going to the rest of the houses before the two got tired and started to get grumpy.

"hey, want to come back to mine? after the kids go to sleep we can drink some wine or something." you asked.

"are you sure? we don't want to take up too much space." he asked, concerned.

"of course! i have a spare bedroom that olivia can sleep in while we hang out." you smiled at him.

"okay then…yeah! it sounds good to me."

it was a short walk back to your house as you just went to the houses around yours. it only took so long because of the babies short little legs.

"home sweet home" you said, unlocking the door.

kai was basically asleep in your arms and olivia was on the edge of sleep in dannys.

"heres the guest bedroom, if you need anything i'll be here putting kai to bed." you explain to danny. he nodded and went into the room.

it wasn't long before danny walked in to ask something.

"hey uh, i didn't think to bring any extra clothes for her. do you have anything?"

"oh yeah! let me grab you some of kai's" you said after putting him down. you grabbed some of his smaller clothes he'd recently grown out of that you hadn't managed to throw or give away yet.

"these should fit since she's smaller than him but if you need a different size just let me know." you said, handing him the clothes. he said 'thank you' before walking off to olivia.

you changed kai into his pajamas and laid him down with his teddy bear before turning the lights off and slowly closing the door. danny was right behind you, finishing around the same time.

"you can sit down on the couch, make yourself comfortable while i go grab some snacks." you walked off after showing danny around.

you grabbed some halloween candy you'd bought at the grocery store earlier in the week and some wine. you grabbed two glasses before walking into the livingroom.

you handed danny a glass and filled it mid way with some wine, doing the same with yours. he took a sip and yummed.

"usually i don't care for wine but this is good." he said excitedly.

"its my favorite, if you want i have some beers in the fridge. i don't drink them much so have as many as you want." you laughed.

"i'm okay for now, this pretty good." he said, taking another sip.

you turned the lights off, turning a random scary movie on. as the night progressed you both got into why you were single parents.

"yeah, i don't know, i guess he just couldn't deal. we fought a lot, barely even slept in the same bed." you groaned. you had shared custody of kai but his father never really tried to stay in contact unless it was a holiday like christmas or thanksgiving.

"how about olivia's mom?"

"i don't know either. woke up one day and she was just gone. blocked my number and everything. all her belongings? gone." he said, grabbing the bottle of wine and filling up his cup once again.

"i don't understand how people do that. she's such a sweet girl. she has a love everything and everyone!" it was true. you'd watched after olivia once or twice while danny was out of town for work for the day.

you soon became uncomfortable in the clothes you were in, realizing you were still in your costume.

"hey..i'll be right back, this costume is getting uncomfy" you laughed, pulling at your bodysuit.

danny nodded, watching you walk off into your room.

you took your wig off, letting your hair free. you scratched your head, not realizing how itchy the wig had been. you quickly changed into an oversized t-shirt and some rather short shorts. you couldn't find the energy to take your makeup off yet. you walked back into the living room taking your seat back from where you previously were.

"you look super comfy." he laughed, looking you over. you nodded, laughing back and saying you were.

a moment of silence fell over the both of you before danny took his top hat off, placing it on your head.

"i think it looks better on you" he said softly. you blushed a little before pushing it down further onto your head.

"ya think so?" you smiled at him before your face turned more serious. he looked at your lips back up to your eyes.

next thing you knew, your lips were on dannys. it was a rather long kiss. when you pulled away, you caught your breath.

no words were shared before you kissed him again. it was more intense this time. you put your arms around his neck as he pulled you onto his lap. your legs straddled his thighs, softly grinding down onto the thighs your were sat on. his hands roamed your body as you did so. he pulled away every so often and let out a soft moan as your grinding touched his clothed cock.

you took his hand and slowly guided it down into your panties. you gasped into his mouth, pulling away from the kiss that was being shared. you moved against his hand, needing more pressure to be applied. he slid his fingers through your wet folds before giving you two of them. you covered your mouth as you didn't want to wake the children up.

"atta girl, gotta stay quiet." he praised, wiggling his fingers against your gspot.

"fuck" you whispered, feeling his fingers stretch you out. he swiftly pulled them out of your cunt, kissing your neck.

"let's take this to your room, baby."

you nodded, telling him where your room was.

"um- its uh right down the hall to the right." you said as he nodded. you expected to walk there yourself but danny had other plans. he picked you up, holding your thighs. when he picked you up, his hat fell onto the couch. he was quick to make his way into your bedroom. when he put you down onto the bed, he threw his shirt off.

before taking your shorts and panties off, he asked

"are you sure?"

you nodded.

"yes please, danny" was all you had to say before danny tore your shorts off, throwing them off behind him. he slowly peeled your panties off as they were now stuck to your wet pussy.

his mouth watered watching a string of wetness connect itself to you and your panties. he took the string on his finger and licked it off. he took his pointer finger and put it on your aching clit. he drew circles onto it, loving the way your body jolted at the sensation.

his finger was soon replaced by his warm tongue. a hand took its place in his hair.

"fuck- danny" you groaned. he pulled away, smirking at the idea he got.

"i have an idea, baby." he said, standing up. he scooted you over, taking his place and laying on the bed.

"sit on my face, love." his voice was enough to make you cum.

you straddled his head, hovering over his face.

"come on now, sit down."

"danny i don't wanna make you-" you got interrupted.

"you're not going to hurt me, i said sit down." he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down.

your back immediately arched, loving the warm feeling his tongue was giving you. you started to grind against his face. his nose gave you another form of sensation you didn't know was possible.

"you're so good what the- the fu-UCK!" you said the last part rather loudly. danny dug his nails into your soft skin, warning you to be quiet. you covered your mouth once again and started to grind against his face faster.

"im- im gunna cum" you mumbled under your hand.

danny's tongue went faster as you said so. the pleasure washed over you and your body went warm. your eyes rolled back and you rode your orgasm out onto danny's face.

you came back to and danny was rubbing your ass, calming you down from all the pleasure you just experienced.

you crawled off danny's face and took the spot he was in. he kicked off his pants and boxers, taking literal seconds to stuff you full of cock. as he started to fuck into you, you bit into his shoulder to quiet yourself. you hadn't been fucked in so long that it was painful for a few good seconds. not that you were complaining, it was a good burn when you got stretched out.

"so tight, could make me cum in fucking seconds." danny growled in your ear. you let go of his shoulder, taking deep breaths in. you were so sensitive you too could finish in seconds.

"danny, i'm so close. fuck don't stop, dont stop!" you whisper yelled.

"do it for me then, cum on my cock."

your body jolted again as you came again. your eyes rolled back once more and you clawed into danny's arms. your mind went fuzzy, not even realizing danny pulled out and came onto your shirt. your bodies could've molded together with the energy surrounding you two.

after cleaning up, danny laid next to you, holding you waist before falling asleep together.

the next morning you woke up, seeing where danny's body previously was, was now cold. you put shorts on under your shirt, walking to kai's room. he was still sleeping. you calmly rubbed his little tummy, trying to slowly wake him.

"mama?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"good morning, my boy!" you said in a soft voice.

"let's go eat some breakfast, yeah?" you asked, taking his hand. as you walked into the kitchen you could have cried. danny was cooking eggs and bacon for you all. olivia was sat in a chair, also still half asleep.

"good morning, little man!" he said, saying hello to kai.

"wow! guessed i'm chopped liver!" you laughed at danny.

"good morning to you too, y/n." he smiled, looking down at the food he was cooking.

you were hoping he'd stick around.

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never-took-a-lesson · 1 year

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Okay you aren't wearing a wig but you are wearing Cruella DeVille's make up and I'm thinking I should tell her.

“I wear it better. Men in makeup are extremely attractive~”

#ic #asks #anon

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theenderwalker · 2 years

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i need to replace the wig for my ranboo cosplay which only makes me think of the numerous bad decisions i’ve made regarding that wig. i started out with a cheap cruella deville lookin wig bc i liked the drama of the interesting shape and hairline and such. the wig never looked right and i ended up actually flipping it around so it would look marginally better. unfortunately wearinf a wig backwards only really works for videos so i had to buy a new one when i was ready to bring ranboo to con

and in my infinite wisdom. instead of dropping 30 bucks on a wig that will last me forever. i bought another cheap amazon wig. so now i’ve spent 30 on cheap amazon wigs and am still gonna have to replace it again.

like in fairness there was no way i could have known just how much cranboo would come to mean to me in december 2020 when i bought the first wig, so like, i don’t blame myself for not getting the nice one, but like. by june 2021? when i was fully hyperfixated on cranboo and had already dropped hundreds on the suit of armor i built last summer? why didn’t i just get the nice wig?

(i got the nice wig for phil, btw.)

#asked and answered

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mariacallous · 2 years

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Get Ready Bitches! It's Monsoon Season!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c9x0gY2wxE

I am obsessed with and want this dress

Also I'm going to steal and adapt her title for myself:

"I'm Maria Callous, internationally tolerated liberal policy superstar".

"This is Mary Poppins if she were a dominatrix, and that is the Jinkx Monsoon fashion aesthetic." (God, another aesthetic I would love to have, combining both my love for Mary Poppins and my desire to be in control)

This is the Maria Callous aesthetic goal - Evita up top, Sandy down below:

okay, wig (and I want that outfit tbh)

(also, bonus Officer/Bailiff Cottontail - "like, I'll totally snort your carrot"):

"I am Norma Desmond meets Cruella DeVil playing the evil Countess who made a dress out of porcupines."

"Is anyone else feeling a little ver-Klimt?"

I am OBSESSED with the Klimt-inspired dress like that's one of my all-time favorites.

yet another dress of hers that I love!

and that animal print ensemble?! (y'all know I love an animal print)

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style-your-image · 7 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Cruella Deville Black and White Short Curly Wig with Bangs.

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fkyumerica · 9 months

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this man alive was chip n dales whoa fk.

I can get a hiei from lez taylor.

everyone propose to me again.

her and fred can make one.

send in the clown.

you klld cruella deville fkng me in the back seat of a camero?

chris. wig. won it.

got some rabies animals out of her as. shes done.

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jessicaheartmom · 9 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Cruella Deville Wig.

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wendyjoposh · 11 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: We Ken Cruella Deville wig NWT.

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orchidreign · 2 years

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Halloween Costume Ideas:

- Cruella Devil

- Carrie

- Spider Queen

- Jobu Tupaki (the Elvis outfit with the pink wig) - might be too obscure

- a fairy

I'm not sure what else, what's everyone dressing up as (if you are this year)

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letmebaremysoul · 3 years

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Cruella💋💋

#Cruella #Deville #Halloween #party #October #31st #dress up #wig #costume

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Disney Villains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes:

♤ Cruella DeVille x Fem!Model!Reader- The designer wants to dress you up personally, Y/N. Be a professional- don’t get embarrassed.

♡ Lady Tremaine x (MostCertainlyOfAge)StepDaughter!Reader- The relationship is twisted but she wouldn't let you stop even if you wanted to, which luckily... you don’t.

◇ Human!Toon Patrol x Hostage!Reader- When your abductors (Who have had you for, like, a year at this point) protect you from a potential attacker, is it love you feel or Stockholm Syndrome?

Warnings: Some more really dark Disney drabbles. Lets see, this time round there is smuttiness (Drabble 1. Only hints in the others), fingering, dubious consent at best, non-con just to be safe though, manipulation through ambition, age gap (Basically throughout except the Toon Patrol one I think), step-scest? (Whatever its called when you have sexual and/or romantic relations with your step mother), abduction, totally unofficial imprisonment (Being held captive against your will), Stockholm syndrome, some more manipulation, etc

Cruella DeVille:

Innocence died screaming.

Honey, ask me; I should know. - Hozier, From Eden

You’re like 21 in this.

“Ah,” You whine, scoring through the messed-up-pleasured-fog that your brain’s being gassed with right now for how the hell you got here- bent over a stylish leather chair in your bosses office, butt naked, with her fingers buried so deeply inside your cunt that you think if she were to dig anymore, then you would spill uncontrollably all over the fur rug beneath you.

Well- you know how it happened. Truly, you remember just fine. Its more an issue with your judgement that’s wigging you out. You know you should be too scared, that you should have left the moment she looked at you the way she shouldn’t look at you, as a designer fitting a model for an outfit... But you didn’t. You didn’t and now you’re whining for an orgasm and no one will - would? - ever believe that you didn’t really want this… you didn't want... “Ahhhhh,” Your thighs grip around her wrist and you rub them together, trying to get more movement inside you. More friction. Please.

This is so wrong, you think, tears - because, by all logical accounts, you really , t r u l y, do not want this! - filling up your eyes and slipping down your face.

But there’s also how wet you are, and curiosity about why you feel this way, a fucked up lust for a scenario you absolutely shouldn't want at all, and the fucking primitive, rut-like state that your mind’s in where you just wanna cum.

You don’t dare say her name. You just moan.

“Are we ready in here? Oh- darling! You’ve been undressing yourself for 15 years at least. How can you be so slow?”

“Uhh... “ You look around, awkwardly. You are undressed? There are nuns in this city who would be shocked at you standing in the middle of designing shark Cruella DeVille’s stylish, cold, high rise office wearing nothing but your nice black underwear set- you are most certainly ready to be fitted for the new outfit you’re going to be modelling for. What does she mean? “All due respect, Miss DeVille, but I am undressed?”

“That’s funny, because I see two very pretty, albeit unnecessary, final items strapped to your skin that shouldn’t be. Hurry up, love, the daylight is burning.” She waives a hand, ushering you to get... rid... of... your underwear?? Immediately your face inflames and you open your mouth to argue, or maybe ask why - you’ve attended plenty a fitting before in your, yes, short modelling career. But all the same! None of them have required you to get any more exposed, then this! - but nothing comes out. The words get stuck and die, in your throat before they even get a chance to form totally in your brain.

You may still be new to the world of modelling but you do know this, and its important: Designers hate prudes. You’re useless to them if you’re shy, or in anyway hesitant. This world is fast paced and full on, and if you aren't ready to jump in head first then you lose your shot.

And this is Cruella DeVille.

Cruella. DeVille.

C r u e l l a D e V i l l e.

She’s such a bigwig in the industry, everyone knows her name, and she looked at your resume, your credits and your pictures, and decided that she liked you. Decided that you were the girl to represent her new outfits- on magazines, and TV commercials, and billboards! This is a huge deal for you, and like hell will let her down by failing at the bare minimum that a model has to do.

Before you even get a chance to relax, do your breathing exercises, Her Impatient-ness looks up from her pager and raises her perfect brows at you. Her voice is cold. “Well??? Go on.”

Despite the churning in your stomach, the sick feeling at something not being quite right about this, you reach back and are rid of your bra, first. Then you push your underwear down your legs and off your feet before placing both the items with the rest of your clothes on a stylish red leather armchair close by. Nerves worse then any you’ve experienced in the past swirl and bubble and boil in your stomach, but you relax your face and force your shoulders back.

You’re fine. This is fine. This is your job. You haven't been this naked in front of anyone that wasn't your mother or your ex boyfriend in your life... and those were both people you trusted, dearly, but... It’s fine.

And you’ll just have to try to ignore the fact that, if Cruella were a man, you wouldn’t have done it. Its a sexist and sometimes unfortunate bias, but its true. Been her a man, you would’ve left.

... But because she’s a woman... you let it happen.

Cruella looks up and you also ignore the veiled interest - Veiled, but definitely there, - in her eyes at the sight of you as she pockets her pager and peels off her gloves. Then pulls out her measuring tape. “Finally, dear. You know time doesn't grow on trees. Now- stand straight for me! Chin up!”

A sharp, black nail digs into the skin under your chin, forcing you to look up and you’re forced to ignore one more thing; Your goddamn shaking. Maybe if you don't think about it, then she wont notice. Just maybe.

This is too good an opportunity, you chant in your head, over and over in different ways as Cruella’s searing touches last too long, sit too close to places, too often, as she just tries to get a feel for you. I will not lose this chance because I’m a little bit uncomfortable.

Or... or, a lot. You think, wincing as Cruella's characteristic, fluffy coat tickles your skin.

“Oh, yes. Lovely, darling! Beautiful. I knew you were just perfect for my new line.”

You sigh, a little relieved at her words. Maybe you’re just being silly, and this is normal. I mean, she is a lot more experienced in this area then I am. Maybe you’re just being over-sensitive... Surely. For, what else could it be? A nervous smile flickers across your face. “Really?”

“Oh, yes.” She reassures you. “Definitely. I’m absolutely sure.” Her long fingered hands suddenly find your breasts, and all the almost-comfort from a moment ago slips totally away as you freeze at the foreign contact on your tits. A breathy laugh comes from her, causing your gaze to slip from the wall behind her, up to the tall woman’s face- horror clear all over yours. “Oh, darling. You haven't had this done?” Your cheeks enflame out of embarrassment - at what’s happening? Or your inexperience? You arent sure! God, the lines are starting to blur... - again. Is... is this normal? “Its a bit of an old-fashioned, hands-on practice but I find that I get better results this way.” The older women smirks, raising an eyebrow down at your big, round eyes staring so innocently back at her. Her thumbs need into your skin, slowly, and your skin squirms under them. “Don’t you, Y/N?” She’s challenging you, daring you to argue with her on this.

... You don’t. Your lips remain closed; And she just smiles wider.

This is my big chance. This is my big chance. This is my big chance.

“Very good.” You wince as her hands leave your breasts, yes, with one final squeeze but venture further down which is not at all better, mapping the skin of your sides right down to your hips. “Now turn around, darling. And be a dear and bend over for us. We need to get a good feel for your hips- find out if I need to make the pants a more elastic fabric or not, you know. We wouldn't want you to split my 4,000 dollar elephant leather pants on the runway or on live TV!;

That might be a tad embarrassing.”

Lady Tremaine:

I am no victim.

The monsters that end up in my sheets were pulled up from under my bed by ME. - Erin Van Vuren

“Uhh- Mother?” You call from the dress store dressing room, assessing yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing your corset and your skirt, and, you think you look nice. Really, nice.

Hopefully, 'mommy' agrees.

“Hm,” You smirk, setting your hands in your hips. This is going to be fun.

“Yes, Y/N? What do you need?” The edges of Tremaine’s skirt appear under the curtain that protects your modesty from the rest of the boutique and the other of the women and girls scoring fabrics and the ready-made dresses and you go to the side of the curtain to meet her, peeling it back to peak out, and up at her. Her intense lime gaze floats down to meet yours and she raises her eyebrows expectantly.

“Could you come in here and help me with my corset? I’m struggling.”

For a moment she doesn't react, just narrows her eyes... slowly. This is a classic look on her. It reads ‘What are you up to, Y/N’. You love this look on her. It makes you want to fulfil her suspicions about you and your intentions, to the highest degree.

But, for now - at least for the next moment, - you just smile sweetly and add on a ‘Please’.

The look in your wide, young eyes causes her to sigh and roll hers. “Step away from the curtain Y/N.”

“Yay!” You squee, jumping back to the mirror so she can come in and drag the curtain carefully, fully closed before she turns around. You enjoy her gaze licking up your form in your chosen outfit or lack of; Clearly pleased, even as her stony expression doesnt change- you just know. Tilting your head to the side, you grin evilly. “What do you say, mommy? Can you help me?”

Immediately she releases a huff of frustration and shakes her head, generally acclimatised where your eccentricities are concerned, but still tired. “Oh, don’t be so vulgar.”

“Mommy why do you hurt me so?” You pout.

Tremaine tilts her head forward and glares up at you from below her lashes and heavy eyelids. “Vulgar.”

“Oh, I can show you vulgar, if you really want me too.” You reply, making your voice low and husky and smirking back at her.

Honestly you weren’t sure how this plan would go. Your step mother’s a total stiffy for being proper - and getting frisky in the boutique dressing room is absolutely not included in that particular handbook, - , apart from the scheduled Friday nights when your younger ‘sisters’ are out and the two of you are alone. So you definitely expecting her to roll those beautiful eyes and leave; set that typical resting bitch face back to her features and leave you all needy and alone and ignore you until Friday, but instead-

“Fine. But because you’re being so childish, you are going to do all the work.”

“Oh, yes please.” You exclaim, excitedly dropping down onto your knees and starting to gather up her long purple skirts.

Human!Toon Patrol:

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head - Rihanna, The Monster

The man squints into the darkness of your room, and you’re almost able to fool yourself into thinking you’ve disappeared into the darkness and that he cant see you- that he doesn't see you sitting there on the bed frozen like a statue, weaponless and tired and exposed to any who might wonder in and want to hurt you like him. But that move never worked with Smart Ass and it doesn’t work now, with this strange man.

Who definitely shouldn't be in the house when your captors are away.

His gaze catches yours, causing a sharp pang of fear to shoot up into your chest, and for you to flinch. He leans out of the doorway and looks down the hall, to where assumedly there are buddies of his, rifling through things that aren't there's. “Hey... Rex? There’s a girl, in here!”

“What!? I thought it was just those gangsters living here?” Another voice calls back, rougher. More frustrated.

Of course they don't know about you, though. They couldnt. No one does. Your skin hasn't felt real, undiluted sunlight in years; You aren't even allowed near windows. It had upset you, at first. When you were first brought here. But... its been a long time since then, now. And you don’t even remember what you’re supposed to miss, besides- Psycho says that your increased risk of contracting heart disease at such a young age, is 'quirky'. And 'cute'.

Wheezy says it makes the two of you two peas in a pod.

So of course its a shock for them to find you here. No records have been made of your existence since you were even brought here. ‘Rex’, a big man - not in the way Stupid is big. All soft around the edges and cuddly, no. He’s sharp, and... hard. Like a rock, - with familiar orange fingertips appears at the doorway with the first man, and you watch round eyed as he peers into the dark to find you. When he does, his eyes widen and an eyebrow lifts up his forehead. “Hell... there really is a girl!”

“Yeah. So- what do we do with her? She’s seen our faces, man.”

Rex runs a hand back through his hair and breathes out slowly the air from his puffed up cheeks. “Uh, well I guess, kill her? Not much you can do. I’ll leave that to you, Oz, I gotta help Jay with the TV.” And with a final clap on the shoulder, Rex leaves the room. Oz’s eyes return to your form, something shifting beyond them that’s familiar... but somehow more terrifying then that which you’ve become used to every day.

He tilts his head to the side. “Can you talk?”

Glancing around the room for an escape that’s never been there before - why one would appear now, you have no idea, - , you nod. “Y- yeah.”

“What’re you lookin’ for? So skittish... it’ll be quick, I promise. Although,” The man tilts his head the other side, getting closer. “You are cute. If I’m killing you anyway, a little traumatising shouldn’t make much of a difference- should it? Naw... C’mere, kitten- “

WHACK!

Your eyes squeeze tightly shut, as the unknown man called Oz violently hits the floor, after Stupid’s bat came into contact hard with the back of his head. He whips around on the ground, looking up at the hulking figure that is but one of your captors, who you aren’t at all upset to see right now, standing in the doorway silhouetted by the hallway light. “What the fuck- “

“Duhh- What are you doin’ here?? I don’t know you! Oh, Y/N, do you know him?”

Shifting back on the bed, lifting your feet away from the floored Oz’s reach, you shake you head. “No.”

“’Course Y/N doesn't know him, you moron. Y/N doesn't know nobody but us. Get rid of the trespassin’ bastard already.” Smartass appears behind Stupid, slipping past him and into the room. He’s coming towards you, but stops - distracted, - by Oz’s terrified, caught form, and changes tact. He leans down towards the home invader and attempted worse, and sneers; His fury at the attempt to hurt you, bleeding through his attempted cool exterior. “Not so talkative now, aye? Asshole.”

His detour allows Greasy to get to you first, and the pervert sits down on the bed beside you, dragging your hands from your body and holding them in his lap. He leans in close to you, and you smell his horrible too-strong cologne- your nose scrunching up at the scent. Its mixed with blood, today. You hate it. But you don’t move; You know very well not to, besides, everything about him is soft right now. You wouldn't dare do anything to change that. “Cariño, amor... did this man hurt you?”

Without thinking, you admit, “He was going to.”

A deep, horrendous scowl stretches Greasy’s nose and turns the corners of his lips down. “Unforgivable.”

“Psycho, the honours?” Wheezy, coughing and hacking as usual and just getting words out around it, slips a new pack of cigarettes into his vets pocket - a brand he never uses... your thoughts wonder back to the other man. With the fingers like Wheezy’s, - and leans on the door frame just behind Stupid with Psycho- who stands, highly hee-hee-heeing on the other side of Stupid.

“Ooooooh, I’d LOVE too!!”

Then Psycho (And Stupid, who evidently didn't get the message that it was only supposed to be Psycho this time) pounce on the man on the floor and all of a sudden screams, and hitting sounds followed by snaps, and horrible gurgling noises echo around in the room and become the totallity of what you can hear, or even think about, as ‘justice’ is done. You curl into Greasy’s (Always) waiting arms and try not to cry - not from fear, not because of the horrible sounds. Because you’re overwhelmed. You're not ysed to all this sound and all this stimulation. You dont know what what else to do but clutch onto Greasy, - and peak past the green fabric to catch familiar luminescent blue eyes - through the typical, poisonous tobacco cloud, - belonging to Wheezy, staring at you. He winks.

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Cruella: Review

There’s a lot to unpack here. Spoilers below the cut. Duh.

The unspoilered short version: Man, this movie was bad. But man, this movie was good.

This movie is if Ocean’s 11 met The Devil Wears Prada and the Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss meme, but Produced By DisneyTM.

Confused? Good.

Let’s start at the beginning.

The first ten minutes or so might be the cringiest bullshit I’ve seen in quite a while. Ooof, that was hard to get through, three times I nearly quit on the spot.

The first, I’d say half of it maybe, were...

If you take this as an actual Disney movie with Disney money put into the writing and thinking of it, man that’s a whole load of cringey dumb nonsense.

If this weren’t a Disney movie, this would be bloody brilliant, because the whole thing comes off like a Disney parody. From the “lol she has her split hair but it’s natural for literally no apparent reason at all” to the “also dalmatians Killed Her Mother” and “because Disney girl, she’s an orphan now” and of course the disturbingly intelligent Disney Animal SidekickTM that seemed so incredibly displaced in a not animated movie and one where the POV are the humans while the animals don’t speak.

This had all the markings of a delightfully silly Disney parody.

Which makes it an incredibly bad Disney movie. Because it doesn’t have the Enchanted charm of intentional self-awareness and poking fun at yourself. It comes off as clumsy and unintentional.

The cast’s brilliant.

The Emmas are absolutely carrying this movie and I think with a different cast, this would not have worked at all. And it’s more than just the Emmas, the whole cast just works, they’re amazing. They play it with the right balance of seriousness and complete camp that makes it come off as a parody.

Part of what makes it seem like a parody is just how they are truly pretending there was a twist there. With the “I am your mother” thing. Anyone who’s ever watched a movie must have known going in that the Baroness is going to turn out to be Cruella’s birth mom, I mean, come on, they projected it so hard. They didn’t even try to make it a twist.

(I can’t get over the “dalmatians killed her mom” bit, I’m sorry. Pause for me to laugh hysterically to myself.)

Let’s talk about the hair.

Why.

Just.

Why.

Even Once Upon a Time had the presence of mind to make that not a natural occurence. And they... didn’t even make it pay off? At all? I kept expecting her to pull off the Baroness’ wig and reveal the trademark black and white hair. A family trait. Solid unshakable proof she is her daughter.

Particularly with the way the Baroness kept her hair covered with some variety of headdress or overly ridiculous wig-hairdo-things. I was so sure there was a reason for that. But then the flashbacks of the pregnancy and birth, nothing, and the movie ends, still nothing.

So, why was that silly, unrealistic detail necessary, exactly? It could have been her persona as Cruella, she starts making a fuss as the fashion designer Cruella and creates this look for herself. To make it her natural hair... there was no point to it, aside from making things weirder and more unrealistic.

I also do have to mention Disney’s once again first ever gay rep. This one’s even worse than the last, I think five, of their first ever queers. Because he isn’t even queer in the movie. At. All. I thought, until the end, that him and Horace might kiss. But... we are really just supposed to assume him as default gay for being the Flamboyant Fashionable Gay Stereotype. That’s a new low when it comes to gay rep, even for Disney. And those are the guys who brought us “unnamed extra nr 5 speaks of having a date with a man at the beginning of Endgame” and “two unnamed women kiss for 0.2 seconds in a Star Wars movie”. At least there was actual confirmation of queerness. And not just “he dresses and behaves like the gay archetype so like that totes counts as rep”. Yikes. Even for you, Disney. Yikes.

Totally loved the found family feel of it all though and the fact that they didn’t force a romance between Estella and Jasper.

And I adored the ending. Faking her own death and blaming it on the Baroness was poetic, brilliant and really refreshing because I was so sure she was gonna have the dogs maul the Baroness to death in revenge. Nice one.

The best part though, not gonna lie, was the entire middle part. The The Devil Wears Prada section of it, if you will. Cruella upstaging the Baroness was amazing and so much fun to watch.

The last gripe I have with it was the mental illness angle. Aside from the whole “psycho” thing concerning the Baroness and the vocally expressed implication that Cruella inherited that from the Baroness and that’s why she is Cruella, there’s also the whole... Estella-Cruella thing. It felt much like Hollywood’s stereotypical portrayal of split-personality, even if it was not labeled as such in the movie. Either way, the movie heavily leaned on the “crazy makes villain! Villain is crazy!!!” angle and... it’s 2021, come the fuck on, especially with something where the source material itself didn’t demonize mental illness in that way, like you’re not even adapting something where that’s ingrained into the story. Why did you have to go there.

I feel like Anita and Roger have to be mentioned, briefly. Much like in the movie. Such a throwaway strange thing to do, quite honestly. Anita went from being her only and best friend in childhood to her... kind of helper reporter lady. But that’s supposed to be the Anita who will work for her and whose dogs Cruella is going to try and murder and in the set up of this movie, that just makes no sense at all, quite frankly.

So, yeah, this movie is a hell of a mixed bag. It was incredibly cringey, but also incredibly enjoyable, the designs and acting were amazing, the writing was less than sub-par, if it weren’t a Disney movie it’d be a brilliant parody but as a Disney movie it feels much like the “how do you do, fellow kids?” meme, as though Disney is trying something but doesn’t quite know how to grasp it because they’re out of touch, and, as always, the representation is just... sad, but what else is new.

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