ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ

                                   At first you think Cruella is 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 , but after time has 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 the shock , you come to 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘡𝘌 you’ve seen her kind of eyes 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 from underneath a rock ! / ind . cruella , unleashed by hela

                                    At first you think Cruella is 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 , but after time has 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 the shock , you come to 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘡𝘌 you've seen her kind of eyes 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 from underneath a rock ! / ind . cruella , unleashed by hela

OUT . cruella && graham have the most chaotic dynamic . @honesta​

           ‘ these were PURE-BREAD DALMATIANS i’ll have you know , nothing from a shelter ! ‘                               wonders , idly , if he were attempting to be funny -- a way to instill a sense of comradeship ; a true WASTE if she were to be honest , but she offers up a laugh all the same -- CLIPPED , BITTER , FULL OF ICE .                        ‘ careful now , darling , you spend too much time in a place like that && you will begin to 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 like the 𝚆𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚂 ! ‘

           loathes the SMALL TOWN WAY OF LIFE ; 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥 , 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 , 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! cock of her head , gloved fingers lifting , stroking fur as eye contact is made -- hues of ice rest upon the S H E R I F F .                      ‘ it’s called FASHION , darling . ‘                               sigh pushes through ivory canines , rouged lips twisting into a smirk ; ＥＴＣＨＥＤ ＵＰＯＮ ＳＨＡＲＰ ＦＥＡＴＵＲＥＳ , ＢＡＲＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＦＡＮＧＳ . fingers shift from fur to curl about his lapel , clicking tongue as head shakes . ‘ something you obviously know NOTHING about . ‘ comments do not deter -- caring little what those of this town thought of her (  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 , 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 )                              ‘ on the contrary , darling , i believe i am making quite the IMPRESSION . ‘

OUT . i wanna write but god everything looks so atrocious ???

         ‘ perhaps , ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ , but it would be rather satisfying . ‘      lilt of head , amusement in high cheekbones when she brings hues of blue back to the 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉 before her .               ‘ i’m going to DIE of thirst before she hobbles her way back over here with those drinks ! ‘                  leather clad fingertips strike a rhythm upon the table , 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴 draped over against fabric ; 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 .

regina , mal , ursula : exist cruella: chin hands

               beat of HESITATION ; momentary W A R I N E S S yet sneer does not drop from painted lips -- closeness brings little more than a lilt of her head , she will not retreat .                                                       ‘ now , darling , you are horribly ＵＮＤＥＲＥＳＴＩＭＡＴＩＮＧ me ! ‘ truthfully , now desire to HARM the other lingered within the woman , but it would do no good to appear weak , would it ?                   ‘ but something tells me we could be far more USE TO EACH OTHER without all that 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 . ‘               gloved finger lips to tap cheek , watching the woman with gaze near UNRELENTING .