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sidsinning · 11 months

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UNNECESSARY AND UNHINGED RANT ABOUT CINDERELLA'S CHARACTER FROM CINDERELLA (2015) INCOMING

Lemme talk about Cinderella from Cinderella (2015) for a bit actually yeah because these changes to my girl completely baffle me

She has friends now

Goes outside on her own

Says the only reason why she's staying is because it's her parent's house- bruh.

All of this takes away (+ more reasons down the cut) from the true cruelty of OG!Cinderella's backstory and how it all connects so well to inform you of her character and the actions she takes

OG!Cinderella has been indoctrinated into accepting her life as a maid to her step family since she was a small child. She is never seen going outside of the house besides the night at the ball. The only friends she had were random animals around her she couldn't even fully converse with. She had no other human perspective on her situation or how to get out of it. It makes sense why she's just taking her stepmother's tyranny while holding everything in because this isolation and neglect is all she knows. This is the entire limited scope of her world. A sad reality to many cases of abuse in real life.

And they just. Erased all of this for some. Reason???

The night at the ball was a big deal because she literally NEVER gets to go out. This is the only time she interacts with the outside world aside from the ending. The impact of that was HUGE in the original movie. The new one just cheapened that imo by implying she goes out in town and talks to others regularly. This event was an impossible, fantastical dream come true to someone who is never treated as anything but a servant to everyone she knows.

Basically OG!Cinderella has it way worse which is what makes the ball such a huge deal in the first place.

Third point I don't think I need to explain how Cinderella staying in her abusive home bc the house is "hers to love now that her parents are dead" is not a good character change and doesn't make sense. I would understand if her dad was alive and insisting on staying, but he is GONE. It is a building you grew up in sure, but that's all it is. Not something you sacrifice your wellbeing for. So that's a shit reason they didn't need to make up to say why this character is stuck in her abusive household. The isolation and years of gaslighting were enough. (Also showing how much of a frightening presence and manipulative villain Lady Tremaine is.)

And she sure left it quick after getting hitched lol

The Fairy Godmother having the audacity to test Cinderella with that "oh I'm a poor old woman and I want some milk please" nonsense

Not very godmotherly of her in this version. 🥴 The Fairy Godmother appeared in the original to offer pure comfort to Cinderella in a time of desperate need, when this resilient and kind spirit finally reached her breaking point. The dress, slippers, pumpkin carriage, and magic were all given freely as a present to make her feel better at least for one night.

Meanwhile this goofy ass Godmother has the audacity to be like "hey is she gonna be nice or not even though she's crying in tattered, recently destroyed clothing- I need to see that or else she doesn't get the magic juice". Like why did this become a way to test her morality all of a sudden? Why did you need something from her to give up the magic goods?? It's not even a good test she just walked a couple steps and poured some milk in a bowl,,,

Idk man they made their relationship transactional for no reason which taints the original purpose of this scene imo. The original Fairy Godmother already KNEW Cinderella was kind without having to make sure by disguising herself as a rancid old lady. 😭 Weird and unnecessary addition.

Kinda nitpicky here but this film did not at all match the terror of the torn dress scene which really shows you how horrifying and humiliating it was to Cinderella

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AND THE BIGGEST OFFENDER: THE WAY SHE "ESCAPED".

I NEED TO TAKE A BREATH

BECAUSE LIKE. WHAT WAS THAT.

Original Cinderella, seeing a real chance of escape from her abuse, uses everything in her possession to do so. She's yelling for the mice to get the key, to get Bruno to chase away the cat, running down to meet the prince's attendants to make sure they get the proof of her identity from her- and that moment she oh-so-casually pulled out the second slipper??? SEEING HER STEPMOTHER'S SLACKED JAW??? GAGGED US ALL.

ICONIC

But 2015. Bitch. What is going on. She gets locked up and easily accepts her doom. She just twirls and sings in her prison like a dunce because cINDerELLa wAs aLReADy cONTenT wIth her sMaLL mOMEnts oF hAPPIneSs anD dREamS wItH thE pRinCE.

Just. Gives up.

Not the mice begging her to get up and save herself come on now

The mice have to do their best on their own to push open her window so the prince and his crew hear her on time.

And yeah, all she had to do was open a window.

WHAT. WHY. HOW. WAS THIS??? MORE EMPOWERING???

1950: use your brain to fight to the very end

2015: quit while you're still ahead, or don't try you just gotta dance and sing all pretty then someone will come along and save you

I'm sorry, but for a production that was so critical of the notion of "Cinderella just waited around for a prince to save her"...is that not literally what they changed the ending to?

You wanna talk about lack of agency in princess stories well here you go 😭

You know what's sad about all this in the end is this is still the best recent live action Disney remake imo LOL

Anyways hello if you've made it all the way down here I rest my case

#disney #cinderella #cinderella 2015 #sidrabbles #rant #i like 1950s lady tremain more but i dont dislike this more sympathetic and character driven take on her either #feels different but not bad #prince is 10000x better no complaints from me #but the bar wasn't that high in the first place so congrats i guess??? LOL RLLY THO THE ACTOR KILLED IT ROB STARK YOU GO GIRL

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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OMG YES PLEASE! Beauty Bar chapter 2! 🥺❤️

Pretty please? I don’t want to make a specific request, bc I really wanna see what you planned for it!

Beautiful| nsfw

*Authors note~ a long awaited part two for Bar Beauty, I love this so much and I hope you guys love it just as much as I do*

Triggers warnings~ KNIFE KINK (don't read If it isn't your thing) mistress kink, dom Leo sub r sex slave? R is a stripper sorry not sorry Humiliation degrading praise strap on, oral, sex toys, semi public sex blindfold kink biting kink? Breeding kink safe words

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You were left to rock slightly until you naturally stopped. Then she lowered you to the sofa before scooping up your body and taking you into a private room. There she cleaned you up and got you food and water before sitting down to give you whatever physical attention you needed. The start of a beautiful relationship, bloomed from that one night at Happy Hours.

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From that night on, you became her submissive. She explained how she wasn't truly looking for anything but a way to blow off steam and that was fine for you. A recent rough break up meant you weren't ready to give your heart to another when you were still trying to undo what hurt you. With Leonora being in charge of one of the houses at her boarding school, she had long work hours, which is mainly where she'd call you too. The staff in charge of the houses had their own apartment next to the school but far enough away to provide them with privacy. They were staff not slaves. The contact she had you sign meant you'd be at her beck and call no matter what you were doing. Even your job would be put on hold if she desired you to. In fact your job was something Leo wasn't truly thrilled about but you had every right to strip as you weren't taken. You weren't hers.

At first she was content like that, simple encounters in her apartment and into her office, where you'd be knelt under her desk eating all her stress away or perhaps she would have you spread on her desk as she absolutely ruined your cunt with her cum filled strap on. Taunting you about how vocal you are, "god your such a whore, bet you want everyone out their to hear how good your mistress fucks you huh? I know you do. Nothing more than my little slutty slave." Truly, you look so innocent until she gets you in her office and your nothing more than a desperate whore. It's one of the many things she loves, no she likes, about you.

She let this whole song and dance go on for months, you'd be called to see her excited but anxious for what lay in store, and you'd leave covered in marks and bruises by her. She reminded you often, she did it to mark what was hers. You are hers even if you don't know it yet. Marking you before you would head to the club and strip for money. Again only adding to her point, you like to whore yourself out so you would need constant reminders of who you belong to. Little did she know, you would hide a few with makeup to appease your boss. And the ones that could be hidden by the little clothing that you wore was for your eyes and hers only.

The night it happened you were truly were having an awful night, your last client had gotten pretty handsy. Immediately making you uncomfortable resulting in him being thrown out spewing hateful words. It wasn't hidden that you were a lesbian who didn't mind stripping for males to look but touching was a no go. Practically a tease, apart from the women you'd allow back for a private session which would end up leaving you rather satisfied. Well before you met Leonora at happy hours. In fact you hadn't heard from your domains in a few days and you desperately wanted to get the fell of his hands off you. You had one last set to do before you could leave for the night, which meant you could find the best way to get rid of the feeling. Perhaps she'd call you tonight.

Half way through your set you noticed the fiery curls. The beat dropped allowing you to lean forward exposing more of your cleavage to the prying eyes, when you saw her piercing stormy eyes and you knew, that was how you'd be getting out of her safely. Shooting her a wink you continued and collect your tips before sauntering off the stage where she was waiting to drag you with her. Which she did and you truly had no complaints about it.

It's all hazy how she took you to one of the private back rooms, but you do remember the feeling of her slamming your back to the wall roughly as her lips made their home on your slender neck. A kind of animalistic growl sounded against your neck when she realised you'd covered her big purple mark that resided over your pulse point. Her pearly white teeth nipped at the sensitive skin just enough to give the pleasure mixed with pain that she knew you craved so much. "What a fucking whore, covering mistresses mark on you so those men out there think your a free agent" she growled, "you aren't. You're my slave, my fuck toy, my whore to use and abuse. And you'll remember that by the time I'm done with you."

"I'm sorry mistress, I'm yours please, whatever you need" you whimpered causing the red head to lash out and grab a fistful of your hair and drag you to the sofa in the room before she took her tie and wrapped it round your head to cover your eyes. "Oh I will, and you'll take everything I give you, no complaints. All I wanna hear is those slutty moans you do as I ruin you again and again" she murmured into your ear before nipping the lobe and shoving you away from her body so you lay flat on your back now.

You could hear every article of clothing she took off, drop to the floor with a thud. An innate whine left your being as you realised she'd be on full display now, however all it got you was a smack t the face, "quit your whining you little bitch, that's all you are is a dumb bitch in head that Mistress can use" tears pricked lay your covered eyes at her words, but the waterfall between your legs showed a different story. "Dirty girl, enjoying when I put you down, practically leaking out of that pathetic hole." She whispered before lightly tapping your clit just enough to drive you insane and clambered onto your face.

There is no better smell than her. Instantly you began to eat her out in the way she loves, not too soft but not too rough either. You made sure to give attention to her clit and when she was ready you plunged your tongue into her cunt to scoop out all the juices she made for you only. "God yes! Right there slut! Yes yes yes, don't stop! Don't fucking stop. I don't care if you can't breathe make me cum now!" Her demands faltering slightly due to her hips bucking at just the right angle to cause your nose to bump her clit. Her legs quivered with how hard she came all over your face, yet you still greedily drank everything she offered you and cleaned her up as good as you could possibly do. Only then when she was sure her legs wouldn't give out did she reach into her pocket.

"What the fuck?" You yelped out in surprise and fear of the unknown, all you knew was the sensation of cold metal pressed against your bare thigh. A quick slap to your thigh with the knife had you gasping in shock once more. "Shut up slut, you want to hide my bruises, even when they look so pretty on your skin, then I'll give you something you can't hide." You knew by her tone she wasn't joking but you also knew you could safe word out of this. It was something you wanted to try yes, but never did you think she would do this to you now and here. She teasingly trailed the point of the knife along your skin for a little while, loving the little gasps you were so poorly trying to hide from her now.

Only when your tears were flowing nicely, did she throw the knife away, "oh don't cry doll, you look so beautiful all smeared im crimson and crying for me love." Light overwhelmed you for a second as she ripped the tie from your head, rapidly blinking you could see your own blood smeared over your thighs causing you to drop your head back a little dizzily. "Now you fucking stay there or else I will not be responsible for what happens to this slutty body of mine."

A simple nod of understanding had your thong being torn from your absolutely soaked cunt and stuffed into your mouth. "Non verbal cue whore" was all she offered before reaching into her pocket to pull a litre vibrating toy out to attach it to your poor clit. Despite everything you had some fight still left in you, causing you to spit the thong out and bite back, "is that how you give detentions Leonora?" You knew it was risky but you didn't know just how badly

That one comment would affect the red headed woman.

Calmly she picked up the discarded underwear and shoved it back into your mouth, adding more pressure than before causing you to gag around them. "Don't you ever fucking try that stunt again, dumb girl, now I'm gonna have to fuck you with that little friend over there" she nodded to her discarded knife causing your eyes to go wide in fear. That was gonna hurt you. It was an empty threat, you knew that. Yet it was still effective and you immediately stilled your body as you tried to remind yourself of your position, gagging prettily round the make shift gag, "I'll be good! I'm msorry please" over and over until she took pitty on you inserting two of her slender fingers into your eager cunt.

From there she brought you over the edge time and time again until suddenly it was all too much causing you to make a fist and shove it in her line of sight. The older woman recognising it instantly and immediately stopping what she was doing and gently removing her fingers from you and your gag. There you lay on the sofa, eyes rolled back your head and blood poured from some gashed Leonora didn't even remember making. Water poured over her inferno of jealousy allowed her to see the marks from her but also the man earlier in the evening. "Oh I'm sorry y/n, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go to far. Wake up my darling, wake up" she pleaded with your unconscious body. Guilt now eating her up as she instantly looked around the room for items to tend to your wounds. Thankfully there was just that, and she patched you up murmuring words of praise and reassurance.

When you groggily came back around from the blackness you immediately called out for the red head. "Shh I'm here sweetheart, I've got you. I'm sorry my darling." Her gaze once again finding the new marks that aren't hers, "who did that?" You explained how it wasn't your fault, you didn't want him touching you and that you got him thrown out, but still Leo's heart clenched. "Quit" was all she offered you, "but I- I can't just quit I have bills to play and-" she shook her head taking her hands in yours, "quit y/n and come be with me?" A silence fell over you both before you said no, "not as a sex slave y/n as my partner" she clarified for you. "Like together? A relationship?"

"Yes, with me, I don't want to share you, I don't want you being hurt, when I saw you in Happy Hours I knew I wanted you to be mine. I just wasn't ready to admit it until now, I do really love you darling, and you're all I want." She allowed you moments to collect your thoughts. "A date first?, if all goes well I quit and we give it a go" you concluded causing the redhead to nod and shuffle to cuddle behind you. "Rest here, when your ready I'll drop you home, be ready 7 pm tomorrow for our date my dove." Happy Hours really was the start of something beautiful here, even if it took her too long to realise it.

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