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#Cruella (2021)
entei-sabo-op · 21 days
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I know it's been a while since I posted a drawing here, but I feel like the occasion warrants it. I was watching Cruella the other day and a friend told me that we could make an AU version of One Piece! so here I leave my drawing of Sabo as the protagonist of this story (In Spanish) Sé que ha pasado un tiempo desde que publiqué un dibujo aquí, pero siento que la ocasión lo amerita. ¡Estaba viendo Cruella el otro día y un amigo me dijo que podíamos hacer una versión AU de One Piece! así que aquí les dejo mi dibujo de Sabo el como protagonista de esta historia (NEXT WEEK: Portgas D. Ace)
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meep-meep-richie · 6 months
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Joel Fry || Cruella vs Our Flag Means Death
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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months
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Estella Miller from cruella 2021 x Male reader?
pls!!
Y/N: so darling what are you working on?
Estella: don’t look! It’s not ready yet!
Y/N: It’s made by you, I know it’ll be astounding
Estella shows her design…
Y/N: it’s like I can feel your passion for it leaping off the page. It’s amazing…like you
Estella blushes and giggles…
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Watched Cruella last night, and I knew that Joel Fry was in it but I hadn’t realized that Kayvan Novak was in it too, and I need you all to see what a cutie Roger is (even if he does look a little weird without vampire fangs).
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lovrwz · 9 months
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愛 — 𝘌𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 — 𔘓 ۫.𖦹
愛 — 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦!!
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babybatsunite · 3 months
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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐃𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦.
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𝐓𝐖!!! 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧…
Carlos was never really able to abandon Cruella. He carries her colours in his clothes, her marks. He doesn't understand why. Carlos doesn’t understand why every time Evie sews him a new jacket, he feels compelled to paint those damned Dalmatian spots against the white leather.
Nor does he understand why he must obsessively keep the same colour palette when dressing. He just knows he has to. It's familiar. Feels like home.
Carlos is still wary of dogs; Dude is the only exception.
One time, in winter, while strolling around Auradon, he saw a girl walking a beautiful golden retriever. He doesn’t know where the thought came from, but he did think, “That fur would make a very nice and warm shawl.” He immediately lowered his head and walked back to his dorm quietly.
The thoughts are always there, though. Sometimes he feels like he is in his fur closet, trapped, and hurting from a beating his mother gave him.
Sometimes he feels like he is in the streets again, jumping on rooftops and stepping on clean laundry with his muddy boots.
Sometimes he craves it. He doesn't want to go back, obviously, but he misses the routine, the familiarity of it all. He will deny it until he dies, but he misses home just like Mal does.
He still has the Isle in his mind, constantly. He thinks about the fun he used to have there. Carlos remembers stealing candies, apples, scarves... He remembers the thrill he felt. Life is not like this anymore. Life is different in Auradon.
At moments, he is disgusted. The colourful clothes, the bright blue sky... He goes out, anyway, and puts on the best smile he has.
On one particular family day, Carlos could barely believe his eyes. Across the field, the stupid Dalmatians were licking some food off a plate that was offered to them by none other than Anita Radcliffe, the mutt keeper. Carlos sank his nails into his sweaty palms. The voices were stronger than ever: "Skin it!" "Make a coat!" "Spots! Spots! Oh, such beautiful spots!"
Carlos couldn't trust himself to come near the dogs that evening.
When his eyes crossed with Anita and Roger, they were afraid. Of what? Him? He chuckled to himself; it did feel kinda nice... but Carlos does not allow himself to savour fear anymore, not like he used to.
Chad Charming made a fuss with Ben when they were training one day. One of their teammates fell and got badly hurt. Chad swears that he saw Carlos laughing under his helmet. Ben shrugged it off, saying, "Carlos is a good kid; he would never." Charming was not convinced.
What can he say? He's just an Isle kid, anyway. And he chose good! It's not like Carlos has ONE evil bone in his body... right?
𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘋𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘋𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭…
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pezberrywhoreee · 4 months
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cruella x (fem) reader smut drabble!! 'the inspection'
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Pairing: dom!cruella de vil (Cruella 2021) x subfem!reader
Words: 1,111
content warning: D/S relationship (heavy), degradation, mocking, cunt inspection, light mommy kink, mentions of torture
Summary: Cruella gives you some well earned attention...though not nicely or selflessly.
Note: Nobody on this planet is producing queer Cruella fanfiction and it's starting to eat away at my soul. I'll do it, bitches. I'm so disgustingly obsessed with this movie and this woman btw...i should be institutionalised. I'll try to hold back but I cannot promise anything :D. (if y'all like this, i may continue this, post it on ao3 (@faberryslut09). i just needed some to write something before i exploded from horny :))
You could already feel yourself practically leaking onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.
Cruella hadn't explicitly ordered you to be kneeling for her by the time she arrived from a long day of hunting for the right pieces for the next collection, but you thought that it would be a sweet surprise. Plus, it was going to eventually happen that night so why not start the fun earlier?
Your head dropped and your hands clasped behind you back as the sound of the lift resounded throughout the warehouse.
The much present desperation invited a soft shake within your bare body, shivering in anticipation.
This was made more intense at the clank of the lift door opening followed by the rhythmic tapping of a cane and boots against the wood. Your breathing stopped momentarily out of fear when the sound came slower, almost feeling the need to look up but you could feel her gaze burning into your body.
The woman's evil cackle erupted in the quiet space, adding to the tension filled room. There was a hint of mischief to the laughter that sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. You tried to quiet the involuntary mewling noises rising in your throat.
"Oh darling~ how depraved". She chuckled, looking down on you, literally and figuratively.
Cruella's low, sophisticated voice never failed to bring you certain feelings of arousal and compliance. As soon as you heard that tone it was like clockwork of how instantly you were by her feet.
Your eyes fluttered shut at her mocking tone which was accompanied by her free hand in your hair, gently petting and playing for now. The trembling of your body threatened to intensify but you tried to compose it as best as you could. Much to the woman's amusement, you were still steadily shaking from the intense arousal powering your being.
Cruella began to circle your kneeling body, her cane tapping along with her. "How long have you been waiting like this, pet?". She asked, seemingly unbothered.
You kept your head down as you answered her, a betraying whine in your voice. "About half an hour, ma'am".
A refined brow shot up in response as well as a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well...consider me impressed, darling. Although you could do far better than that". She said as is if she wasn't convinced by her own praise followed by her usual condescending remarks. You felt yourself drip each time she spoke.
"On your back, I must inspect you". She commanded effortlessly. "You know how it is, pet", she whispered seductively.
Wordlessly, you placed you arms in front of you on the hardwood floor, lifting your weight to stretch you legs out and gently push yourself onto your back.
A sense of vulnerability washed over you at how she took in every inch of your body, the hunger in her eyes growing. That animalistic stare forever burned into your mind. You could feel her obsession just through her eyes.
A louder chuckle was heard from above as the light perfectly caught the small puddle that was underneath you. The woman placed her cane down and crouched down in front of you, eyeing the slick on the ground. The smirk on her face turned into a shit eating grin.
"Desperate, are we?" She mocked, her tone higher in feigned worry. A sigh left your lungs as you felt yourself clench at her tone.
You gasped as you felt the sting of her palm being brought down on your thigh. "Yes, mommy". You answered in a whimper.
She hummed her approval before fully kneeling down in front of your spread legs and groping at your flesh mindlessly.
"Were you thinking about me? About what I would do to you?". Her tone drove you fucking crazy. The lowness was one thing but her seeming lack of care made you feel like she was the only thing that existed. She had barley touched you and you could feel yourself falling into subspace.
"Yes, ma'am", you responded simply, waiting for permission to say more.
"Anything in particular, darling?". The woman asked, her fingers tracing shapes over your skin.
"I— need to be controlled and told how to please you. I will do anything— anything to feel your touch. No one can make me feel like you can. I need someone—smarter to think for me". You recited, desperation embedded in your voice.
"Oh darling~ I am quite aware that you're nothing but a stupid pet who can't think for themselves. I mean...would a non corrupt person get this wet just by thinking? I don't think so". She purred in an icy tone, her hands slowly making contact with your leaking cunt.
You felt the heartbeat in your core quicken as her thumb played with your slit, collecting some slick and rubbing it into your swollen flesh.
A loud whine escaped you when you felt her fingers part your lips, her hot breath inches from your cunt. You instantly covered your eyes with your forearms at how intensely vulnerable it was to get inspected by such a powerful gaze.
You refrained from bucking your hips at the now constant surges of arousal that all landed in your core. Air trapped in your lungs as you felt her nails dig into you thighs, each ounce of pain that she inflicted drove you further into becoming a mess for her.
"I want you to see the effect that I have on you, darling. Isn't it just so consuming?", She asked rhetorically, her glare pointed up to your face. She hummed once more when you lifted you arms away and looked down at her, unable to quiet the moan ready to make itself known.
"I believe you're more than ready to take me...but I could make you wait longer, see how much desperation you're capable of". She threatened, easily slipping her middle and ring finger inside of you due to your heavily aroused state.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at finally feeling her inside of you after waiting so patiently.
Cruella pulled out just as quickly. "There's a spot on the floor that needs some attention, darling". She purred, referring to the mess that you made.
You instantly knew what she wanted you to do so you got on your knees once more and lowered your face to the ground. As your tongue reached the ground, your eyes fell closed in a secure sense of submission. Groaning at the taste of yourself, you lapped up every drop until the hardwood was clean.
"Good pet. How about some prolonged torture as a reward?" The woman grinned nefariously.
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tarzinnia · 7 months
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Watching Cruella is the plan for tonight. Have a lot of work this week, so this will put me in the proper frame of mind don't you think?!
I want to make art... and I want to make trouble. Are you in?
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gmzriver · 6 months
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Emma Stone as Grace Faraday in Gangster Squad icons
like if you save or use
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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 1 month
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"But they're evil!"
I know they're evil, but that won't stop me from making them a sopping-wet mess of emotional turmoil and repressed feelings. It's called a redemption arc, not giving the villain the death penalty.
Or, you know, maybe I just want to join them.
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cherryxsapphic · 8 months
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I'm afraid I might have a type ya'll...
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swedishwatermelon · 4 days
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coffeebookslovegt · 7 months
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La gente busca creer en un villano... Y con gusto me puedo adaptar.
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sarahr4y · 8 months
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“Normal is the cruelest insult of them all.” – Artie
Cruella (2021)
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iadoredisney · 8 months
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Why is it that when people talk about Disney's live action remakes, they often only talk about Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid?
Don't get me wrong, I love all four of those!
But there are two (technically three, since one if them got a sequel) that are often left out!
Cruella!!
Maleficent!!
Maleficent: Mistress of Evil!
Those three were amazing!!
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palatteflags · 9 months
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Punk and Artie from Cruella 2021 based transmasc moodboard~ ^^ For an anon!! Hope you like how it turned out~
Want one? Send an ask!! -mod Jay
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