#female disney villain

[disneyvillainsinlove]

Worked on this multimedia edit piece for two nights of Hook and Captain Scarlett. Yesterday before work I managed to finish the lighting effect on my (self insert) Scarlett’s dress. I wanted to have a romantic set upon the upper deck for supper as the smee and the crew would help with set up and dining. (Feel free to reblog)

[lolawritesfanfic]

Yandere Gaston x Female Reader

Concept: Gaston loves you, but you mostly talk to Lefou more then him, you mostly ignore Gaston and the bimbettes are all over him any chance they get.

TW: Murder, use of the word slut. Enjoy reading.

No One's Pov: You had moved into a little house recently ( Belle's House because her and her father moved into the castle.) you only moved recently plenty of space for your books and projects, you had met most of the village in days. You like talking to lefou. His idiot friend Gaston is a bit annoying to you because he keeps trying to woo you but your not interested, you see triplets glaring at you from how much attention Gaston is giving you and you ask Lefou about them. You asked 'if they are normally like that' He said 'dont worry about them they are just after something they cant have' as He said that He pointed at Gaston, you nod your head putting the dots together.

Gaston keeps trying to get your attention you just ignore him your not interested he didn't like that. he tried everything to get your attention like talking to you in the square and sweep you off your feet, literally he arranged with the tavern for just you and him. you somehow got convinced in going you enter the tavern at the time you were told to, you see candles everywhere creating a warm cosy atmosphere you see Gaston by his chair he comes over to you and gives you his usual smile, you don't know what to do so you just look around, Gaston steps closer. "you look radiant." you smile " thank you did you do this." He nods and leads you to a table, you follow and sit, he sits across from you. " you know you'd be perfect as my wife." he says leaning forward, you shake your head " you know I'm not ready for that, and you have the bimbettes they are three of one person" you say still looking around at all the candles. He holds your hand He's getting frustrated that your not accepting his advances "the bimbettes are a bunch of sluts they are nothing compared to you." He says looking at you, you notice some red liquid on the floor "what's that?" you say moving closer to it, Gaston moves in front of you. " what's what?" he says making you look up at him so your not looking at the red liquid, as you look up you look past his head and see Lefou's corpse on the antlers dead and bloody, his blood was dripping on the floor, you back up from Gaston until your back hits the bar. " are you alright my dear-?" He says looking fake concerned, you nod and turn around to face the bar, you see the bimbettes body's are there and they have been brutally mutilated behind the bar, before you can react Gaston grabs you and covers your mouth so you can't scream "don't worry darling they were just in the way of our love soon you'll be my wife and no one will come between us." He sounds manic when he says it. You grip on to his hand on your mouth and try to pry it away. you notice this and lets go but still keeps you close to him "what did you do to them!!!!" you say panicked he looks at you and kisses your neck and jaw, " what was necessary my darling those three sluts kept trying to keep my attention from you and you were always with Lefou and not me, I couldn't stand it" you look panicked and stutter "s-so you k-killed them" you look like you're about to throw up, cry and everything in between.

Gaston holds you in place " this is perfect for us darling just you and me and no one coming between us." he says in your ear. you fight him, you manage to get out of his grip and go to run before you can make it to the door, he pins you to it and threatens "if you leave it's your family next!" you freeze you don't know what to do you don't want your family killed "G-Gaston" you stutter "you wouldn't" you say as tears fall down your face, Gaston smirks and cups your face wiping away the tears " I wont if you stay with me and be my good little wife-" He says getting in your face and his voice getting lower and deeper "or everybody dies" you look terrified you have no choice, "ok" you said.

A couple of years later.......

You and Gaston have been together for a while now everyone was surprised but happy and you had two children and one on the way Gaston comes home from hunting with something big he takes it to the kitchen and then comes to you "Have you been good" He says tilting your chin up to look at you "yes" you say sounding convincing "Good, and your not doing anything to harm the baby" He says kissing you "No" "Good" you know, you can't leave you've given up trying You're Gaston's Good Little Wife.

Finished.

[best-female-villain-tournament]

Bracket A

Round 1a

[femondoetus]

[madame-claude-frollo]

“Oooh but there is . . .I know there is . . .~”

UGH I LOVE DRAWING HER WITH HER HAIR DOWN ITS SO MAJESTIC!! Also she probably lowkey probably loves grapes and wine

This is just a Disney redraw blah blah dingle dangle

[cyberphuck]

You’re at Disney villains meet up and realize some creep has been following you all day. The event is wrapping up and you have to walk to your car alone. This is an informal gathering (so you’re not interrupting Ursula signing autographs or anything), but you have not been introduced to anyone there. Assuming everyone there speaks your language, who do you ask for help?

(You can only ask one person and you and she will be alone— no minions. also let’s assume that the only things you can fight with are ones already attached to your body: teeth, fists, claws and prosthetic limbs. I’m excluding overpowered characters like Maleficent for obvious reasons. Also there are only so many poll slots, sorry.)

Leave your reasoning in the tags!

[numbr2-pencil]

Chapter 9: Drought

Sybille took hold of his hand in both of hers, watching for some fleeting sign of softness in his unwavering gaze. "Surely I can be of some use to you."

... He was struck momentarily dumb, part of his brain screaming at him to deny her foolish request (too risky to bring her into the company of the royal council and the king's courtiers, after all this time and planning), and another, smaller part of him longing to cave in, to coax forth a smile, to make her trust in him again.

He grimaced to himself as he made his way back to his chambers... this could take all night.

[pepperclint]

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hot as Hades

Misc. Masterlist - Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Words: 1933

Summary: You're finally having your first date with the Lord of the Dead

Warnings: smut (18+)

Chapter 3 - Third base

As the sun set behind the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the forest, Hades emerged from the shadows with smoldering eyes and enigmatic smile, extending his hand towards you.

"Shall we, my dear?"

A mix of curiosity and nervousness cursed through your body as you took Hades' hand and were whisked away into the heart of the underworld. You descended through the winding caverns, passing by lost souls and flickering flames, until you reached a looming castle bathed in ethereal glow. In the midst of a large room, Hades had prepared a romantic set up. A quaint black stone table adorned with flickering candles and delicate blue flowers awaited you, while the soothing melody of a harp played softly in the background. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale despite the fact that you were in the underworld. As you sat down, Hades poured two glasses of a strange purple liquid and raised his glass in a toast.

"To our first date", he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and affection.

A soft blush spread across your cheeks as you raised your glass to meet his. The first sip of the drink sent a shockwave of pleasure through your senses. The taste was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, surpassing even the finest delicacies in your realm.

"Wow, this is...wow!", you exclaimed, unable to contain your awe.

"Nectar of the gods, babe, or at least as close as it could get without the real thing, which of course, would make you immortal and break every rule my stupid brother so carelessly set up and we wouldn't want that, would we? At least not while getting caught", he winked at you, "anyway, I'm sure you won't find anything like that in your mortal realm", he chuckled, his amusement reflecting in the mischievous glimmer of his eyes.

"So, I don't wanna be rude but, uhm, do you", you waved your hands around while almost clumsily spilling your drink, desperately trying to articulate your question without voicing it.

"Do this often?", Hades finished your sentence.

You quickly nodded, gulping down the rest of your drink nervously which caused him to burst out into a sad laughter.

"Oh darling, I don't know if I should feel honoured, sad or amused at the fact that you actually think someone mortal or immortal would want to date me", he suppressed sob by emptying his cup before he continued, "although there was that short fling with Persephone, which was absolutely not as bad as people tell it to be, no kidnapping involved I swear", he held up his hands innocently.

As the conversation continued, Hades revealed more fragments of his, admittedly sad, past, his responsibilities as the Ruler of the underworld and the sacrifices he had to endure due to his job rarely granting him any spare time, which, despite his divine nature, granted him an undeniable humanity. He spoke of his yearning for connection and affection, the emptiness he felt within the confines of his realm.

With each passing moment, the atmosphere grew more intoxicating. The combination of Hades' allure and the nectar seemed to fortify that unbreakable bond of desire, affection and undeniable attraction. Before you knew it, you got up from your seat, your feet carrying you over to Hades' spot, the fire between your thighs growing as your hand found his toga, delicate fingers digging deep into the fabric as you pulled him down, your lips crashing on his. Hades' body tensed, the unexpected gesture sparked an arousal deep within, tearing him between succumbing to the temptation and take you right here and the cautious urge to resist as, deep down, he feared to indulge in anything that granted him even the slightest hint of happiness. But you were so eager to please your god, a fire of love burning bright through the darkest of the night, slowly warming him up, gradually thawing the icy walls surrounding his shattered heart and erasing the remnants of doubt that plagued his soul for aeons. His muscles finally relaxed as his last will of resistance burnt away and he melted into the kiss, his large hands snaking around your waist and lifted you on the table before he finally broke the kiss first, whispering your name with a raspy voice.

"Lord Hades", you pleaded, pecking his lips, "please."

"Please what, babe", Hades smirked, his resolve to resist your allure continuously fading.

"Let me worship you", you almost begged but Hades merely chuckled.

His slender fingers delicately lifted the fabric of your peplos, gradually revealing your legs and then your bare, dripping folds.

"Oh darling, planned ahead for this? And already so eager and wet", he chuckled, parting your legs even wider as he trailed kisses along the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

You whimpered when he abruptly stopped, his touch avoiding your delicate folds while you could still feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. You wriggled your hips, hoping he would continue and finally grant you the touch you so desperately craved but instead the god let out a dark chuckle, his fingers wrapping around your legs and pulling you towards him as his tongue pressed against your clit, turning your gasp of surprise into a sinful moan. Hades growled against your wetness, skillfully exploring every contour of your folds, teasing your sensitive spot before gently caressing it. You didn't know why these few licks almost instantly sent you over the edge, perhaps it was because he was a god or maybe it was due to his lips and tongue feeling hotter than any mortals, like a scorching fire tenderly caressing your delicate skin, a thrilling pleasure that danced dangerously close to pain. As your hand instinctively moved towards his head, eager for more, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and his head lifted from between your legs.

"Babe, you know I'm hot", he spoke with a suppressed chuckle, "don't burn yourself."

With a simple snap of his fingers, his toga vanished into thin air and Hades pressed his naked body against yours, rubbing his erection against your clit and while a wave of curiosity tempted you to glance down at the god's cock grinding against you, his hand gently grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze

"No babe, your god wants you to look at him while he grants you this divine pleasure", he whispered, his voice filled with desire as he kept moving, swallowing his own needy moans.

His gaze was fixed on you, searching for the truth he desperately desired. Despite the confirmation from the Fates that you loved him, doubts lingered in his mind, urging him to scrutinise your every move. He suppressed his own desire as he delved into the depths of your soul, seeking any hint of deception. Yet, all he discovered was the overwhelming love and longing you harboured for him. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and your moans, as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, your name hanging delicately on his lips as he ground against your wetness a few more times, pushing both of you towards the inevitable mind-shattering orgasm. You felt the heat of his release on your skin as your own wave of pleasure washed over you, your legs trembling while you tried to catch your breath.

"Allow me....", Hades' composed demeanour wavered for a moment, "allow me to clean this up."

A faint gray smoke engulfed your body and it vanished quickly after, along with all the traces of your, so to say divine, intervention. You trailed your fingers over the soft fabric of his toga as your eyes wandered up, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Didn't you want to do...a bit....more?", you asked teasingly.

Hades laughed, nudging your shoulder before he cupped your cheek and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

"My little flower, my little bird", he grinned, your name slipping from his mouth in an amused yet alluring tone, "this is, technically, our first date and you tempted me already to move to third base, which, honestly, was far beyond my initial plan for the evening. I mean, hello?!", he chuckled nervously, "I'm not Zeus."

You smirked, jumping off the table before straightening your peplos.

"Mighty Lord of the underworld, tempted and seduced by a mere mortal."

Before the last word completely escaped your lips, you felt a firm grasp on your neck and waist as you were suddenly lifted until your face was at the same level as Hades'.

"If I remember correctly, and I usually do, that tiny mortal couldn't stop moaning her god's name, barely able to resist all the pleasure he was so graciously bestowing upon her."

The crimson hue and warmth that flushed your cheeks became almost overwhelming, requiring every ounce of your strength to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape before he gently placed you back on the ground.

"Come, it's time I'll bring you back before the dead get any stupid ideas and start thinking they could roam the world of the living again."

Within the blink of an eye you found yourself back at the shrine.

"It was a pleasure, babe", Hades grasped your hand tenderly and placed a kiss on top of it, "we can do this again, that is if you'd like to."

"Tomorrow?", the question came out faster and more eager than anticipated, "if your busy schedule will permit it of course."

"For you? Always", he whispered before vanishing back to the underworld.

You let out a content sigh and walked back home. If someone had asked you a few months ago what you planned on doing around this time of year, being eaten out by a god on a table in the underworld wouldn't even have been on your list. And yet here you were, basking in that post-orgasm bliss while your heart raced in excitement as thoughts of Hades consumed your mind. There was something special about him, besides the obvious godhood. He was charming, possessed a certain humour that made you almost die laughing at every joke and you couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his physical appearance. The way his blue flames danced on his head, the subtle blueish-gray tone of his skin that accentuated every sculpted muscle on his well-toned body which you were blessed to witness tonight and the scorching heat of his body, pressed against your soft skin, evoking an irresistible pleasure threatening to devour each and every part of your mind and soul. As you finally reached your home and laid on your bed, a wicked smile graced your lips as you sent a last loving prayer to your god, accompanied by vivid fantasies of him rutting into you on the same table he tasted you not too long ago, just a little teasing, hoping that he'd loose more control and go further on your next date.

A shudder ran down Hades' spine, his cock twitching eagerly as your prayer reached him. He let out a low groan, pressing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply to regain his composure. Little tease, he mused, pondering how a mere mortal could hold such power over him. His train of thought was abruptly derailed when Pain and Panic burst into the room, their simultaneous shouts jarring Hades' already frayed nerves. In an instant, his patience snapped, and his hair flared up in a fiery red blaze, cascading down his shoulders.

"Whaaaaaaat-is-it-now?!", he bellowed, causing them to immediately fall into silence.

Chapter 4

[disneyvillainsinlove]

Sentimental sea bound love. 🖤☠️

[ciccerone]

Shego by Hyung

[jubileemon]

The Dark Side of Motherhood: Exploring Odalia Blight's Character

Odalia Blight emerges as a particularly controversial figure within 'The Owl House'. She was portrayed as a toxic parent in the animated series, known for her manipulative and controlling behavior towards her youngest daughter, Amity.

Parenting Style

Firstly, Odalia consistently places immense pressure on her children to conform to societal expectations and uphold the family's reputation. This pressure is evident in her treatment of Amity, where she not only dictates her daughter's actions but also attempts to control her personal relationships, especially with Luz. Odalia's interference undermines Amity's autonomy and emotional well-being.

Odalia's insistence on Amity dyeing her hair and her overall treatment of her youngest child are indicative of a desire to control and mold her offspring into an ideal that serves her own interests, rather than nurturing their individuality and happiness. It reflects the broader theme of parental expectations and the pressure to conform to societal norms. Amity's initial act of changing her hair to purple in Season 2 becomes an act of rebellion, signaling her desire to break free from her mother's imposed standards.

Odalia's approach to parenting mirrors that of a strict corporate executive, where success is defined by adhering to a predetermined path, achieving specific goals, and maintaining a carefully crafted public image. The children become pawns in the family's pursuit of societal status, akin to employees serving a company's bottom line.

Her Relationship With Edric and Emira

Odalia's biased treatment towards Emira and Edric, as hinted by Amity, suggests a lack of equal regard for her children. The implication that she is less controlling towards the twins might indicate a perceived favoritism or a different approach in her parenting style.

In return, the twins show a level of distrust and occasional defiance toward Odalia. The revelation that Odalia used them as bargaining chips to ensure their father's compliance sheds light on the transactional nature of their relationship with their mother. The twins' secret opposition to Odalia's actions, such as helping in the rescue mission and supporting Amity's defiance, demonstrates their willingness to challenge their mother when they disagree. Their awareness of Odalia's true nature and recognition of her selfish motives distinguish them from Amity, who initially hoped for a more reasonable resolution.

Toxic Behavior

Odalia Blight's character indeed embodies a deeply toxic and controlling parental figure in "The Owl House." Her arrogant and mean-spirited behavior, coupled with a misanthropic disdain for relationships outside of her perceived societal norms, creates a hostile environment for her family.

By isolating Amity from her friends and criticizing them as less skilled, Odalia attempts to shape Amity's social circle in accordance with her own standards. This tactic not only undermines Amity's autonomy but also perpetuates a toxic environment. Odalia's willingness to consider sparing Amity's friends from expulsion but only if Luz becomes the guinea pig for her abomination product presentation underscores her manipulative nature. This condition puts Luz in a difficult position, using her as leverage.

The implication that Odalia's abominations were designed in a way that poses a threat to Luz's life suggests a level of callousness and disregard for the well-being of those who stand in the way of her ambitions. This goes beyond mere manipulation, entering into a realm of endangering others for personal gain.

While Odalia Blight's acceptance of Amity's lesbian sexuality is a positive aspect in terms of representation, her continued disapproval of Amity's relationship with Luz Noceda reflects a persistent bias. The comment about finding Amity "a new girlfriend that doesn't have wanted posters everywhere" suggests that Odalia prioritizes societal expectations and status over her daughter's happiness.

The detailed account of Odalia Blight's actions paints a compelling picture of her as a deeply manipulative and morally compromised character in "The Owl House." Her abusive tactics towards Amity, utilizing an oracle necklace to control her, and threatening Willow's expulsion to sever their friendship underscore her unscrupulous methods of maintaining control over her daughter's life.

Odalia's influence on Amity's attitudes and beliefs, making her act arrogantly and look down upon those she perceives as less skilled, including Willow, further exacerbates the conflict. This attitude shift puts strain on their friendship, as Amity starts to distance herself from Willow due to the societal expectations imposed by her mother.

Business and Ambitions

As the CEO of Blight Industries, her involvement in abomination production aligns with her ambition for power and influence. The episode "Clouds in the Horizon" further exposes the depth of Odalia Blight's manipulative and self-serving nature. Her decision to unfairly ground her children for merely attempting to understand her secretive preparations for the "Day of Unity" showcases her disregard for their well-being and autonomy.

The revelation that Odalia was aware of Emperor Belos' sinister intentions but chose to prioritize her family's ascent to royalty in the human realm over the lives of countless witches is a chilling confirmation of her ruthlessness. Her confession underlines her lack of empathy and moral compass, emphasizing her willingness to sacrifice the greater good for personal gain.

This twist not only deepens her antagonistic role within the series but also underscores the extent of her moral compromise. Her willingness to sacrifice countless lives for personal gain emphasizes her ruthlessness and lack of empathy, painting her as a character willing to betray even her own kind for the allure of a perceived elevated status.

Odalia's lack of genuine loyalty, using Belos for her own selfish motives, and subsequent attempts to align herself with the Collector showcase her opportunistic nature. The karma she faces, particularly in her humiliation by the Collector, is depicted as a fitting consequence for her past actions.

Odalia's Downfall

The events in "For the Future" and "Watching and Dreaming" showcase a dramatic turn for Odalia Blight's character in "The Owl House." The Collector's ability to manipulate her into servitude adds a layer of poetic justice, highlighting the consequences of her previous actions. Being reduced to performing menial tasks and catering to the whims of the Collector underscores Odalia's fall from her perceived position of power. This plot development serves as a symbolic reflection of the repercussions that often accompany a character's moral shortcomings.

In the series finale, the visual representation of Odalia being left out while Amity and Alador reunite implies a significant shift in family dynamics. The confirmation from series creator Dana Terrace that Alador rightfully divorced Odalia and claimed full custody of their children further underscores the consequences of Odalia's actions.

[just1alien]

[sleepingdeath-light]

pampering your lover ; 18+

kinktober day two

pairing ; lady tremaine x cis female!reader insert

fandom ; disney films

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; role reversal, dominant!reader, submissive!lady tremaine, vaginal penetration, use of a toy/strap-on, implied praise kink

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

For a woman who excels at intimidating and dominating those around her, Lady Tremaine really does make for a beautiful submissive: her enviably soft, greying hair is splayed out on the plush pillows beneath her head like a halo of steel and silver that you have to fight yourself not to card your fingers through; her face is flushed a gorgeous pale pinkish hue from the apples of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose which only gets darker and spreads further with each featherlight kiss you press against her blushing skin; her rosy lipstick is smudged at the edges (with most of the cosmetic being imprinted on your skin than on hers now) and her thin lips are parted into a blissful ‘o’ as she quietly sighs and moans and groans through her pleasure; her calculating emerald eyes, though barely focused and half closed, are still just as sharp and demanding as ever as she visibly fights her own pleasure just enough to keep on watching and silently judging your performance and dedication to getting her off; and you can’t recall seeing or hearing anything quite as arousing as the sight and sound of her soaking wet cunt swallowing and drooling around your strap with so much ease that a distant, irrational, part of your mind is lit up with a furious envy of whoever got to worship her before you did.

Beautiful. Perfect. Damn near divine, in fact.

And you make sure she knows exactly how fucking gorgeous she is like this, showering her in praise as you continue fucking into her perfect pussy. Repeating all of those earnest compliments and more, whispering them against her skin between breaths as you kissed your way along her angular jaw, down her slender neck, across her prominent collarbones, and over her soft breasts — paying particularly close attention to her sensitive nipples as they pebbled and peaked between your lips, earning you the most delightful gasps and groans in response — before kissing your way back up again to watch her blush darken and spread.

Her hands have moved upwards now, one finding loose purchase on the small of your back while the other grips harshly at the nape of your neck and firmly guides you down to press your lips against hers with an impatience you’ve never seen from her before. But, still, tonight is all about her so you bite back your grin and swallow down the affectionately teasing remarks that threatened to spill out, instead simply allowing her that small taste of the dominance she usually has and dutifully continuing to fuck her without hesitance or complaint.

Then again you would have to be a fool to complain about this, about her and this wonderful opportunity she’s gifted to you.

With your free hand you reach between your bodies and start clumsily playing with her clit — tracing messy circles and barely-legible figure eights against the swollen bud with the pad of your thumb — and you feel her hips jerk upwards in response, immediately followed by a low appreciative hum that you greedily swallow as you tilt your head to one side and deepen the kiss. It’s clear as day that she’s just barely teetering over the edge of release now, so you start making minor adjustments to your movements to give her that final toe curling push towards that mind-blanking pleasure she so dearly craves: breaking the kiss to start kissing and sucking on her sensitive nipples, using your free hand to slide beneath the small of her back and lift her up ever-so-slightly so that your strap can reach even deeper within her, picking up the pace of your thrusts and the ministrations on her clit until you can hear that telltale hitch in her voice as she gasps over a moan of your name, and you can feel the stinging pain of her perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, and then you try your best to keep up your momentum for as long as you possibly can in order to prolong her high.

Not stopping even as your body starts to ache and tremble from the effort of fucking her dumb on your strap. Not stopping even as your wrist and fingers start to cramp and numb from the continuous toying with her swollen clit. Not stopping even as the grip she has on you starts to go from a barely-there sting to a painful bite that has you wincing and pouting against the plush of her breasts. Not stopping until her slurred cries of your name go from loud and cock-drunk to quiet and hoarse from overuse. Not stopping until she’s weakly tapping you thrice on the shoulder in that way you’ve long since agreed upon being an unconditional and wordless call for a time out. Only stopping then, when it’s clear that she’s had her fill and it’s time for you to rest in her arms for some praise and affection of your own.

And, thankfully, it seems as though your dear wife isn’t in the mood to make you beg for either as she welcomes you into a lazy embrace with a tired smile and a low, quiet utterance that has your heart fluttering in your chest.

‘You did so well tonight, my love. I’m proud of you,’

[cartoondrawer]

Female Villains:

Gaslight 💄

Gatekeep 🪻

Girlboss 🌸

[fingertipsmp3]

Also I feel like I have to say this but FUCK Toy Story 4. Awful movie, bad execution, poor excuse for a sequel.