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this is a selective, heavily headcanon and movie based anita darling from cruella (2021). find below in the mobile-friendly links all needed information! please do not interact if under 18. this account is under construction until further notice.
RULES INFO HEADCANONS
—loved by mei, 21.
SCENARIOS WITH UNDERTONES OF TENSION
1) one muse quietly sits beside the other while they cry so they won’t be alone and to make sure no one bothers them.
2) one muse rests their hands on the other’s shoulders from behind, intending to soothe them and intimidate an unwelcome third party.
3) one muse pulls the other into an alley or small space to avoid a third party, their faces a little too close together.
4) for our muses to get in an argument but after one muse steps closer while making a point, they get distracted by how near they are. bonus points for eyes wandering to the other’s lips.
5) for one muse to firmly grab a hold of the other while arguing, the touch slowly growing gentler as they recognize how strong their emotions are for them.
6) one muse discovers the other has placed themselves in a dangerous, under cover situation and steps in to help but gives them a severe look when no one is watching to indicate their disapproval.
7) one muse is in a precarious situation and thinks the rival muse is going to expose or betray them, but instead they help.
8) one muse can tell the other is hiding something and grabs a hold of their shoulders to keep them still and make them admit it.
9) one muse gives the other a brief casual touch, unintentionally stirring up emotions in the other who swears the warmth lingers on their skin.
10) one muse is in danger and the other takes hold of their hand to lead them to safety.
11) one muse is trying to intimidate the other in an attempt to push them away, but they step closer instead and refuse to let it affect them. bonus points for answering gruffness with gentleness.
12) a rival or antagonistic muse requires help and coerces the other into giving it to them, but it leads to them protecting the other muse with a little too much care.
13) rival or antagonistic muse gets hurt defending the other, who then forces them to let them treat the injury.
14) one muse figure out the other is hiding something from them and thinks it’s a betrayal, only to confront them and realize the other was protecting them ( possibly at great cost or sacrifice ).
15) a muse who is a rival or claims dislike of the other gets angry on their behalf and does something to get revenge for or protect them.
16) one muse tries to pick a fight with the other because they’re upset, but they refuse to participate and hug them until they stop struggling.
17) one muse has been holding a grudge only to discover the other has been secretly doing something to help them.
18) one muse broke the other’s trust and gets hurt doing something rash to try and win it back.
19) one muse gets hurt trying to help the other which leads to an argument, resulting in the one who was being protected to proclaim how much they care about the injured party.
20) one muse gets hurt trying to help the other which leads to an argument, resulting in the one injured to proclaim how much they care about the one they were protecting.
21) antagonistic muse sets out to kill the other, however the target is too accepting of their fate which makes the antagonist hesitant and curious.
22) one muse briefly touches the other but when they start to withdraw, the other places a hand over theirs to keep it in place.
23) one muse hugs a gruffer or rival muse and refuses to let go until they hug back.
24) an antagonistic or rival muse is given an act of kindness which baffles them and leads them to stare at the one who gave it with a puzzled expression.
25) a rival or antagonistic muse ends up being the unlikely person to be there when the other finally breaks down over something they have been suppressing for the sake of their loved ones.
EMOTIONALLY CHARGED SENTENCES STARTERS
❝ i need you. don’t you get that? ❞
❝ i’m right here. i’m always here right in front of you but you never see me! ❞
❝ you’re my person. ❞
❝ no, i don’t wanna have to talk to anyone else right now. i just want you. ❞
❝ i know you’re busy and i don’t want to bother you i just— can i just sit here with you while you work? ❞
❝ are we okay? ❞
❝ honestly, i’m always there. in my head. the scars on my body might’ve healed but i never really walked away from it. ❞
❝ do you want me to make the others leave? or we could go, get some fresh air. ❞
❝ look i’m not coddling you, i’m just trying to help. i wanna take care of you cause i, you know— care about you. ❞
❝ alright, here’s your coffee. are you ready to talk or should i find something to ramble about for a few minutes? ❞
❝ eventually, you just gotta learn to let go of the past. it’s always gonna hurt, but you can choose when to start focusing on something other than the pain. ❞
❝ hey, just breathe. look at me— look at me. in and out. breathe with me okay? ❞
❝ keep your eyes on me— just focus on me. we’re gonna be okay. ❞
❝ no, i’m not okay. nothing is okay. it never is. but that’s just how i function most days. so i’ll be fine. ❞
❝ i’m not gonna pretend anymore. i’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better. ❞
❝ if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love, you’re never gonna be with them. and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are. ❞
❝ why do you stick around? what is it you think you see in me? ❞
❝ not everything needs an explanation. i care about you. i don’t have to sit here and figure out why. i just do. so maybe you should try just accepting it too. ❞
❝ i don’t need your permission to fall in love with you. you don’t gotta love me back, but it isn’t gonna stop me from being here when you need someone. ❞
❝ you love me too much. i know how that sounds but— fucking hell. you shouldn’t care that much about someone like me. ❞
❝ i don’t care if loving you hurts me. the world already has enough pain to dole out for no reason, at least i’ll have gotten these scars from something beautiful. ❞
❝ if people can hate for no reason, than i can love for no reason too. ❞
❝ one day you’re gonna need me and i’m not gonna be there to fix it. ❞
❝ no, i can’t fix everything for you this time. it’s your mess. clean it up. ❞
❝ i dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesn’t. not when it’s you. ❞
❝ i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before. so…this is me trying i guess. i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it. that’s the best i can do. ❞
londontattle:
the small office that the Tattle had given her (graciously) was very, very cramped given the amount of files and books that anita had somehow fit in there with her. the desk was barely wide enough to house her typewriter, let alone her camera or a friend visitor.
“yeah—yep—i hear you—right!”
anita finally places a last, neat stack in cruella’s arms and briskly walks out into the open office as if expecting her to follow.
“about the shoot—one of the interns ruined my photos while they were developing and i’m afraid we’re going to have to reshoot them. is that alright?”
the stack in cruella’s arms dissipates just as quick as it had been created with Anita sorting papers into different containers, leaving her to look at the other woman expectantly.
❝reshoot them? well, i do hope you fired that incompetent fool, at the very least.❞
a shame, really. she had thought the last shoot had been some of her best work.
she drops her arms as soon as she finds them no longer bearing the weight of all of anita’s paperwork, so as to prevent it from happening again - as if she’d have a choice if she were to be asked to hold them a second time.
❝i’ll have jasper clear my schedule, we can reshoot them today. we can do them at hell hall, perhaps a more candid shoot.❞
anita laughs rather nervously, remembering how she had reprimanded the intern but had certainly not fired him. annoying, yes—but it was another opportunity to see cruella.
“today?” the journalist says, pursing her lips. the papers around her called her name…
“alright, let’s do it. i wanted to change a few of the angles anyways.”
anita grabs her camera bag and holds it up pointedly.
“are we getting in that new car of yours?”
@devilunboxed asked ‘in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves.’
anita had never particularly taken much time to glance at herself in the mirror, but cruella was nearly obsessed with them. it shows beauty, darling, she had said, but anita hadn’t thought of it like this: pressed up against the counter by cruella’s giving body, one hand holding anita firmly by the chin to keep her gaze connected on the mirror while the other moved between her legs.
cruella’s dark gaze reflected in the glass was nearly the only thing anita could find to focus on. she felt herself shiver and moan her name on her lips, all reflected in the glass to show the two of them intertwined.
maybe she had a new appreciation for mirrors—and cruella, of course.
@londontattle asked: [ DELAY ] it’s sunday i get a free pass !!!!!!!!
it’s something that cruella is still, slowly but surely, getting used to - being affectionate with somebody, showing more than the bare minimum of physical connection. of course, it would be anita darling to be the one to break the cold spell.
cruella’s hands are wandering, searching for buttons that she undoes as soon as they are fastened, a zipper that she pulls open soon after. as soon as skin is exposed, her lips are pressed to it, leaving warm kisses along anita’s back and shoulders as she continues to get ready, despite the other’s best efforts.
❝postpone, darling. you’re their best writer, they can forgive you being late. tell them you were out chasing a story, or whatever it is that they do.❞
anita realizes vaguely that time is ticking away and soon enough she will be fantastically late for work, but the sight of black-coloured nails nimbly flitting down her front gives her no choice but to stop.
“cruella,” she sighs first, the pre-work tenseness dropping from newly revealed shoulders. unconsciously she leans back into the other woman, if only to indulge for a moment.
anita chuckles breathlessly, turning in cruella’s arms, shirt forgotten on the floor and a smile on her lips. bollocks, even her shoes weren’t on yet.
“and what story will that be, hmm? local designer keeps journalist hostage?”
LOCATION BASED SMUT PROMPTS
TRANSPORATION
one muse gives the other oral while they drive.
driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.
muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.
in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.
muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home.
while driving home after a date, they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex.
while driving in the middle of a forest, our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex.
our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break. they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear.
while at the drive in theater, muses participate in foreplay.
while at the drive in theater, muses forego watching the movie to have sex.
revenge sex in someone else’s car.
sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness.
a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road.
in an empty train car while freighthopping.
in a crowded bus, one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up.
in a private jet, on the way to a business trip.
in a private jet, on the way to a vacation spot.
one muse masturbates while the other drives.
driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation.
while one muse drives, they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves.
NATURE
sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic.
one muse holding the other up against a tree.
in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night.
in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day.
in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails.
in the bed of a truck while stargazing.
a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day.
one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them.
muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake.
inside a gazebo while it rains.
a little ways off from a hiking trail, hidden by thick foliage.
mutual masturbation while camping in a tent.
beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard.
between rows in a vineyard.
hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze.
PUBLIC
in a bar or restaurant, one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other.
in a bar or restaurant, muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home.
inside the stall of restroom in a bar.
inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant, store, club etc.)
in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city.
a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road.
up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be.
inside one muses’s office.
inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to.
inside an empty church on a weekday.
one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop.
foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store.
oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet.
inside an abandoned house.
hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home.
in the middle of a park late at night.
PRIVATE
on the floor, in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm.
one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands.
in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves.
to break in a new house or apartment, boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed.
bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.
on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten.
one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano, pretty woman style.
rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom.
one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background, movie forgotten entirely.
on the balcony in early morning, where neighbors might see, but no one will likely look.
@devilunboxed asked “can i kiss you?”
there’s a beat of silence between cruella’s words and the next—silent enough to hear anita’s sharp intake of breath, the surprise evident in her features. it’s unchanging, even as anita calmly plucks cruella’s cigarette from her hand and inhales from it. not a shot for courage, but close to it.
anita extinguishes it on the parapet they sit on and stalls, unsure of how to proceed.
“you didn’t even have to ask,” she says softly, eyes unreadable behind her glasses. her hand touches cruella’s cheek when she leans in to meet her lips. it’s tentative—boundaries untested—but persistent, brimming with a new energy waiting to be let out.
˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗
change pronouns as needed!
“god– i wanna kiss you.”
“can i kiss you?”
“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”
“let me be your first.”
“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”
cruella’s mom getting knocked off a fucking cliff by dalmatians has the same energy as that bit from mrs. doubtfire where robin williams says “it was the drink that killed [my husband]” and when sally field asks if he was an alcoholic robin williams replies, without missing a beat, “no he was hit by a guinness truck”
@devilunboxed said ‘i can’t take my eyes off of you.’
anita feels herself flush under the heavy gaze of cruella, but she contributes it to a healthy amount of wine and a long, long time without it. still, she’s acutely aware of the red wine glass that the other woman has been nursing for some while now. it matches her lips almost exactly—and, for a vain moment, anita’s brain supplies that the wine probably wouldn’t taste as good as them.
the thought makes her fidget almost as much as the remark. she manages to bounce back (somewhat) with a coy, playful smile.
“is that what you say to all the ladies you invite into your dressing room for a drink?”
keep it light. keep it light. anita feels as if there’s tension they could cut with a knife, but it must’ve been the alcohol. cruella was being a courteous friend—as always. no funny business!
KIRBY HOWELL-BAPTISTE as DEATH THE SANDMAN SEASON ONE
↪ 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 . ( a collection of lyric starters from the artist flower face . feel free to adjust phrasing as necessary .)
i wanna lay on the kitchen floor with you .
i thought you were headed somewhere new .
you love me ‘til you wear me out , then you love me more .
there’s nowhere left to go but down .
i don’t think i can protect you .
who will i say goodnight to when you’re gone ?
well , this is who we are now .
all the things we don’t talk about are waiting at the door .
i won’t let you out of my sight .
dig your grave and lie down quietly .
i want to build a wall around you and say i’m the one that found you .
the only sacred part of me is everything from you .
it’s always back to you , again .
i thought i heard you calling to me .
when you’re alone , it’s all you think about .
i’ve got a thousand stories i want to tell you before the sun goes down .
you think i’m crazy , but i’m not .
i’m sorry that i couldn’t say goodbye .
your cheap drink tricks and cigarettes keep you locked inside a cage .
if i can’t hold you like a lover i won’t hold you at all .
if we could stay this way forever , would it ever be enough ?
you know , you’ve got a real smart mouth .
you want to be hunted like an animal .
i think it’s time we leave this town .
there are things that we’ll never say , but we know .
the love that you made me fight for was never love at all .
if i don’t pull myself together , this could be the end of it all .
you know girls like me , we’ve got a slow pulse .
i kinda like it when you talk the way you do .
it’s kinda tripping me up , i’ve got it bad for you .
don’t look at me like that .
i don’t think this is life that we’re living .
don’t forget , i’ll never quite forgive you .
don’t you dare make the same mistakes your father did .
i never learned to lose a fight .
how can i forgive myself when i’m still in love with you ?
quit your job , come sleep in my bed .
when you’re in love , you get so cruel .
the lights are always on in the street , so i never sleep .
i think i’ll waste away here .
the world hasn’t killed me yet but it’s just a matter of days .
despite all of my virtue i know i’m the one who hurts you .
you don’t look the same to me .
i guess i should’ve learned this long ago .
i want to sleep beside you at the end of the world .
we’ve got friends , we’ve got places to go .
i can’t take my eyes off of you .
i love the way you keep me awake .
the kindness of strangers and the strangeness of everyone i know has kinda fucked with my head .
↪ 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 . ( a collection of 100+ question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . )
you’re leaving ?
can you shut up ?
are you [ name ] ?
who am i to you ?
why should i care ?
can i come inside ?
did i do something ?
you don’t trust me ?
can we make a deal ?
are you lying to me ?
are you free tonight ?
are we going to die ?
can i come with you ?
can we call it even ?
you stay here , okay ?
you think i’m stupid ?
can you stitch me up ?
are you doing alright ?
is that … my shirt ?
who takes care of you ?
have you seen yourself ?
what took you so long ?
can’t you see i’m busy ?
who do you think i am ?
why are you helping me ?
are you happy with him ?
are we having a moment ?
are you listening to me ?
how are you so arrogant ?
how did you afford this ?
what are you doing here ?
is this all in my head ?
why won’t you look at me ?
are you here to kill me ?
do you want some company ?
are you from around here ?
do you need to lie down ?
are we on the same page ?
why didn’t you defend me ?
are you sure you’re ready ?
where is this coming from ?
where were you last night ?
you wanted to talk to me ?
will you PLEASE be quiet ?!
what was i supposed to do ?
why do you look so guilty ?
[ name ] … truth or dare ?
why did you bring me here ?
are you looking for someone ?
since when does that matter ?
why do you put up with me ?
THIS is your breaking point ?
what can i say to fix this ?
do you think i deserve this ?
hey , hey , are you with me ?
why are you leaving so soon ?
what do you get out of this ?
[ name ] , what have you done ?
do you have a minute to talk ?
did you ever actually love me ?
do you need somewhere to stay ?
why don’t you ever listen to me ?
do you hear yourself right now ?
you knew & you didn’t tell me ?
do you want something to drink ?
when did you know you loved me ?
when was the last time you ate ?
what’s your favorite scary movie ?
do you want to get out of here ?
why is this so important to you ?
can i at least buy you a drink ?
how can you think this is funny ?
are you sure you’re up for this ?
are you trying to start something ?
what are we supposed to do now ?
can we at least try to be civil ?
why won’t you just leave me alone ?
are you thinking what i’m thinking ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
why can’t you just stay out of it ?
you’re not bailing on me , are you ?
how long have you been lying to me ?
can you keep your eyes open for me ?
how long have things been like this ?
why is this suddenly such a problem ?
what , am i supposed to be impressed ?
do you ever wish you could run away ?
you’re going to believe them over me ?
why are you looking at me like that ?
why can’t you just tell me the truth ?
why can’t you ever take responsibility ?
what can i do to make it up to you ?
can we put this whole thing behind us ?
i’m coming to get you , where are you ?
can you stay ? just for a little while ?
why won’t you let me be here for you ?
when are you going to forgive yourself ?
is that what your nightmares are about ?
what kind of person does this make me ?
where are we supposed to go from here ?
are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?!
why can’t we just talk like we used to ?
why do these things always happen to me ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ?
why can’t you ever stand up for yourself ?
why haven’t you been answering your phone ?
what was i supposed to do , let you die ?
can you just listen and do as i say for once ?
what do you mean , you’re not coming back ?
can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?
you’d tell me if something was wrong , right ?
where do you go when you space out like that ?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye ?
you’ll stand by my side no matter what , right ?
what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ?
i need you to sit up , can you do that for me ?
if you have nothing to hide , what’s the problem ?
you really don’t care about any of this , do you ?
can you just tell me everything’s going to be okay ?
you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually , right ?
anita:
@devilunboxed said ‘dressed (:’
ANITA wasn’t sure how to feel about all of this. she was a confident woman—within her realm. academics, research, very straight forward pantsuit combos—the usual. but cruella was here—there was no mistaking that—fussing, hands flying, touching, measuring, invading her space unlike anyone ever before.
“est—cruella,” she began tentatively, “you know, i don’t think there’s a need for—all of this.”
a vague hand gesture thrown into the air. anita scrambles for a minute, realizing how insensitive she might sound—after all, cruella was very, very talented.
“i’m not meant to stick out,” the journalist explains quickly, “you know, taking pictures in the background of the event? nevertheless a ball.”
❝anita. darling, in the nicest possible way - i’m going to be there. i intend to be the center of attention.❞
her hands are quick to work the fabric around anita’s body, yet still gentle in their touch. there’s still an affection to her movements, she truly does love her work, and she truly wants anita to look better than she does in those awful pantsuits she insists on wearing to all of these affairs.
❝besides, it’s almost cruel to hide yourself the way you do. people should be LOOKING at you, despite what you may think.❞
and with her words she cinches the silken fabric around anita’s waist, perhaps too tightly, causing her to raise a hand and steady it against the lower part of her back.
❝you never know who could be watching.❞
a slight laugh huffed through anita’s upturned lips.
“you will always be the center of attention! look at you. your work—“
she gestures to the garment in the process of being constructed on her very body, even if she slightly grimaces at the too-tight cinching.
“—it’s brilliant. i know you know that, but it has to be said nonetheless.”
the skin-tight, fitted nature of the clothing makes her want to bury herself in a loose jacket or perhaps a well-placed shrub. cruella knows what she’s doing, she reminds herself. it’s fine.
“watching me? i’m the one who’s doing the watching!” anita retorts just as quickly. her mouth shuts with the firm pressure against her lower back, and she can’t help but to lean a little more than she should to brace herself.
do you think about this every day or are you normal
@devilunboxed said ‘dressed (:’
ANITA wasn’t sure how to feel about all of this. she was a confident woman—within her realm. academics, research, very straight forward pantsuit combos—the usual. but cruella was here—there was no mistaking that—fussing, hands flying, touching, measuring, invading her space unlike anyone ever before.
“est—cruella,” she began tentatively, “you know, i don’t think there’s a need for—all of this.”
a vague hand gesture thrown into the air. anita scrambles for a minute, realizing how insensitive she might sound—after all, cruella was very, very talented.
“i’m not meant to stick out,” the journalist explains quickly, “you know, taking pictures in the background of the event? nevertheless a ball.”
