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atlaserine · 4 months ago

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Get on your knees

warning : suggestive but not too much idk

"Villain" Heroine spoke authoritatively. Straightening her posture, crossing her arms, leaning a bit on one leg. She looks up at him.

The villain pauses, taken aback by the sudden change in her demeanor. he stares down at her, "Are you..giving me an order?"

...

The heroine smiled.

Villain narrowed his eyes at her smile, his irritation slowly returning. He moves closer and gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "Don't be cute, little hero. You shouldn't be giving me orders. You're in no position to do so." His voice cold with promises.

Heroine was, to be frank, scared. Villain had taken her since two days ago, ever since he found out she was hanging out with Villainess. Overprotective brother behaviour, Heroine thought. But she didn't want ro blame him, if her siblings became friends with her enemies, she'd go nuts too. And it was hell here, starting from being tied to a chair, to being interrogated and shocked.

But she has had enough. Enough of being scared, enough of being threatened, enough of being treated like a weakling. Even though, by fact, He is stronger and more serious, basically towering over everyone. She did not care! She is sick of everyone scaring her about how intense and violent he is. Even though what they said were all true- she was going to stand her ground.

...

also because the back of her knees were already hitting the edge of the bed.

But she had an idea. "Really? Get on your knees."

Villain stares at her in shock and disbelief. "Excuse me? did you just tell me to get on my knees?"

"I did" Heroine smiled again. Nonchalantly, she spoke again with a light tone "get on your knees."

Villain continued to stare at her, a mix of annoyance and surprise. He's not used to someone ordering him around like this, especially not someone who is clearly beneath him.

"Little hero, are you serious? You really expect me to get on my knees for you, just like that? Did I hit your head too hard? You do realize I could just snap your neck in half, right?"

Heroine didn't falter. She kept her smile, her posture and her arms crossed as she looks up at him, waiting.

Villain continues to glare down at her, his annoyance growing with each passing second as he clenched his fists. He can't believe the audacity she has right now. She's pushing his buttons and he's not about to let her get away with it.

"You have some nerve, hero. Telling me to get on my knees...you have no idea who the hell I am. I am not just going to bend over and kneel at your command."

However, after a few moments of silently staring down at her, he can feel his irritation slowly giving away. The way she's looking up at him with her arms crossed and a smile, her stubbornness and stupid bravery...goddamn it she's making it hard to resist. Especially since she's standing here, her body pressed up against his in the front of his bed like this.

Heroine still kept her smile silently.

Villain lets out a deep sigh, trying to fight his own impulses. His body is yearning for her, desperately wanting to give in, but his mind is telling him to stand his ground and not let her play him so easily.

"You really are a pain in the ass, you know that? You're lucky I have a high self control or else I'd be teaching you a lesson right here and now..."

Silent.

Villain steps even closer, the anger slowly fading from his expression. He can feel his body responding to her proximity, the heat and desire building up within him. But he's not about to let her win that easily nor show her how much she had an effect on him.

"You think you can just boss me around like this? You think you can just tell me to get on my knees and I'll obediently obey just like that?" He furrowed his brows, making his voice into a mock.

Silent.

Villain furrowed his brows, his mind and body fighting with each other. Some sort of Satan's whisper telling him to just give in to his twisted fantasies. But her damn smile and her commanding attitude were driving him crazy.

"You...you really expect me to kneel in front of you? You really think I would just...submit to you like that?"

Silent.

Fucking hell-

His body is practically screaming at him to give in, but his mind is still trying to resist. It's a losing battle; she has him wrapped around her fingers. He leaned close to her ear, his voice going lower

"...do you have any idea how difficult it is to resist you? To not just pick you up right now, throw you on the bed and show you exactly what happens to little heroes who think they can order me around?" He looks down to her eyes, his own eyes darkening."

Silent.

His self-control is wearing thin. He steps even closer, closing the remaining distance between them. "Muse, you are pushing my buttons here. Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?"

Heroine smiled, "I'm waiting."

His irritation, anger, and self control has completely faded at this point. He can't resist it anymore, not when she's looking up at him with that stupid smile on her face and giving him commands. So the sadistic, violent villain slowly gets down on his knees in front of her, his eyes locked on hers as he does, placing his hands on both sides of her hips as he looks up to her as if he was worshipping a god.

"...Is this what you wanted, muse? Me on my knees for you?" He spoke, voice low with an unreadable expression.

Heroine tilted her head down at him, her lips finally twitching to a wider smile.

Villain was looking up at her with eyes that were dark and full of desire. He's on his knees, for once, completely at her mercy.

...

and a small part of him actually likes it.

Song inspiration :

The lyric being "you got me down on my knees, it's getting harder to breath" my GOD-

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arealphrooblem · 1 year ago

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Kidnapped by the Boss Part 4

Sorry for the wait but surgery went well and I'm back!

Part one here

Synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.

I’ll take it under consideration he said. That was not a guarantee or even a promise. It was nothing. A deep paranoia settled in her bones. It chased her throughout the day and haunted her at night. No matter how still and quiet the room was, she felt watched. It made using the bathroom or taking a shower the most terrifying and nerve wracking experience of her life. She chased shadows in the room like a lunatic before she deemed it safe enough, but even then she never felt entirely alone.

And she was, on the surface. Servants delivered food, books, even a basket of yarn and crochet needles (strange that the Prime Min — the King remembered that silly detail of her life) and then disappeared. Neither the driver or the King made an appearance. It was if she was a toy stowed away in an attic and forgotten all about. It was infuriating, as was her restricted access to news, television, newspapers, anything to do with the world outside this room.

But the paranoia was worse. She didn’t sleep. She barely ate. She couldn’t read or crochet without having to get up and pace, like a lion in a zoo cage, strategizing for escape plans she didn’t dare enact for fear of her invisible guard.

By the time the driver did show up, in lieu of the servants who normally served her breakfast, Civilian’s sanity was in tatters. She must have looked insane because he set down the tray immediately and took hurried steps towards her. Panic jerked her backwards, stumbling over the coffee table leg until her back hit the wall. He followed after her, brow furrowed in a mockery of concern.

“Don’t touch me,” she snarled as he lifted his hand up.

He ignored her, pressing the back of his palm to her forehead. She slapped it away, glaring fiercely.

“What has gotten into you?” he demanded.

“As if you don’t know! As if you haven’t been skulking around here just so I can go insane from feeling watched all the time!”

“Skulking?” he barked out a laugh. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Just following you around invisible all day? Like I have nothing better to do?”

Anger ignited, burning up her panic like kerosene. She shoved him with all the force she could muster, sending him stumbling back.

“And how would I know that you’re not? How am I ever supposed to know I’m actually alone when I shower or sleep? You could attack me at any moment and I would never see it! I’ve lived with that fear for days and it's not funny!”

She was yelling by the end of it, her voice ringing in the empty room. The driver looked bewildered in the face of it and she was too angry to be satisfied with it. Her throat tightened with tears of fury and she desperately bit the back. She refused to cry in front of him.

For a long moment the driver studied her, his face carefully neutral and impassive, as she struggled to get her breathing back in check. Then he rose his hands up, palms out, in surrender.

“I have not been here since you last saw me,” he said slowly. “You have been alone this entire time.”

“You expect me to take you at your word that that’s true?” she asked. Even still, the tension in her shoulders relaxed.

“No. It would be stupid to trust me. But my king — for whatever reason — is very fond of you. He entrusts your protection to me and he didn’t do it so I could psychologically torment you. If you can’t trust my word, then trust his.”

She snorted. “He’s so fond of me that he locks me away in this room like a doll and never speaks to me.”

“We’ve been a little busy,” the driver snapped. “Plans that have been in place for years are finally moving forward. You were not supposed to be here.”

A pit started forming in her stomach. “What plans?”

“An excellent question. One you can ask the king. Today.”

She stared at him. “Today? Today? When?”

“Now. That’s why I’m here — to escort you.” He said this last part with a twist of bitterness, as if such a task lay beneath his skill set. Which it probably did.

“I can’t go now.” New panic flared up. “I’m not ready!”

He laughed again. “Why not — are you busy? Come on.”

She looked down at her rumpled shirt and leggings. The servants had brought her soft, stretchy clothes that didn’t need exact sizing. “But I look —“

“—Like shit?” he finished. “Yeah. That’s what you get when you don’t sleep or eat. He has breakfast waiting and you can take a nap after.”

“If he’s the king, don’t I need to look presentable?”

“If you were anybody else. With you he doesn’t care. What he does care about is punctuality. So let’s go.”

With a firm hand on the small of her back, the driver guided her out firmly from the bedroom. Civilian smoothed her shirt out as best she could and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. While she had seen the King in robe and pajamas many times, he had never seen her in anything less than perfect professionalism.

The halls of the palace were old and ornate, with lush carpet and intricate crown molding and silk wallpaper. It shared few similarities with the sleek modern buildings of her parliament. Save for her clothes, Civilian felt like she’d stepped inside a fairy tale.

The driver led her through a confusing route of sharp turns and side doors and little staircases, keeping the layout of the castle a complete maze despite her trying desperately to remember her bearings. Finally they passed through a door that led her out into a walled garden.

Flowers in red, gold, and purple bloomed everywhere in immaculately manicured beds. Underneath a huge tree, a table was set up with three chairs and a generous breakfast spread. The King sat, spreading jam on a scone. To her relief he was dressed in soft pants and a sleep shirt. His hair looked slightly rumpled on one side and her heart squeezed at the painful familiarity of it all.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully, as if she had just stepped into his hotel room to badger him into getting dressed. Like she had done so many times.

Her feet dug into the ground, out of instinct, afraid of this mockery of their past relationship. The driver spread his hand over the middle of her back, thumb digging in the muscle as a warning. She walked to an empty chair and sat down, inwardly fuming.

The King’s happy grin faded as he took a closer look at her. Lines furrowed on his forehead and his eyes flickered over to the driver, his gaze suddenly cold and terrifying.

“It’s been handled,” the driver murmured, looking impressively stoic underneath that gaze.

When the King turned back towards her, his expression smoothed out into the warmth she was accustomed to. It hurt to know that it wasn’t real, that he thought he could fool her by wearing the same mask he did as prime minister. She channeled the driver’s apathy in her own gaze.

“Are you hungry? I have all your favorites,” the King said, gesturing to the table.

Her stomach growled, her hunger suddenly ravenous. But she clenched her fists in her lap and resisted.

“What do you want?” she asked instead.

“For you to eat. There’s peach marmalade, soft boiled eggs, avocado, sourdough. Scones.”

He took a bite out of his rather pointedly. She crossed her arms and glared just as pointedly. Hiding under her panic and fear and exhaustion was the steel backbone that made her hustle the Prime Minister to his meetings and events when he got distracted by every phone and television in his vicinity.

“I’m not going to be fooled with this fake version of yourself just because it's familiar. I’m not playing games, sir.”

He said nothing, turning his attention to spreading avocado on a slice of sourdough toast. Then he put it on a plate and held it up to her across the table. The gentle kindness from his eyes slid away, replaced with a stubborn, firm gaze.

“I’m not playing games either, Civilian. You’re not well and you’re going to fall ill so you are going to eat this before we discuss your future. Is that clear?”

Never had Civilian seen him so assertive. The Prime Minister phrased commands as requests and backed them up with a smile and doe eyes that few found easy to deny. Now those dark eyes looked at her with the command of a predator.

She dared a glance to the driver, who flickered his eyes to the plate as if to say, I’d eat if I were you.

Civilian snatched the plate from the King and took one muleish bite. It was delicious. Of course it was. As basic as it made her sound, she loved simple salted avocado on toast. She didn’t want to eat because she thought it would be horrible. But the list of things she had control over grew shorter and shorter each day.

Like the clouds breaking on a dark day, the warmth came back to the King’s eyes. “Good girl. You’ll need your strength so keep eating. Meanwhile, I feel like I should start this with an apology.”

Civilian almost choked on her toast.

“I had no intention of leaving you in that room for four days. I can see the toll it has taken on you.” Once again, his gaze flickered to the driver, as if laying the blame at his feet. “You were a . . .surprise in our plans. And once we had put them into motion we couldn’t stop until certain things were done. I put you someplace safe and out of the way. I should have checked up on you sooner.”

“I’m fine,” she bit out. “I don’t need you to check up on me. I need you to take me home.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “As usual, your definition and my definition of fine vastly differs. But getting you home . . . that can certainly be arranged. However, I need you to make an informed decision and you have missed some crucial developments during your detainment.”

Her heart rose and crashed. Hope hung on a terrifyingly delicate thread.

"What crucial developments," she asked, a pit forming in her stomach.

The King leaned back in his chair, his gaze narrowed and business-like.

"First, we must establish that, due to your stubborn recklessness, your absence is tied to mine. In the eyes of your country, our ambitions, decisions, and loyalties are tied together."

Your country. As if he hadn't helped to run it for the last five years. As if he had no connection or loyalty to a place he had defended and cared for. It chilled her.

"What does that matter?" she asked. "We were always viewed like that. I worked for you."

Worked. Past tense. She realizes that technically she's out of a job now. Does this situation even qualify for unemployment?

"Yes, that's true. And that relationship will be to your detriment when I invade your country."

The words didn't make sense at first, almost as if her brain refused to process it. And then when the meaning became undeniable, it felt like he had sucked the air from the courtyard. The King continued on, either oblivious to her shock or ignoring it.

"I imagine they will pull you in for questioning when you first return and then arrest you when I invade. You can protest your innocence as much as you like, but I doubt they'd believe you. You ran straight to me during the attack at the summit, after all. They will think you a treasonous spy and they will imprison you indefinitely if you're lucky and execute you if you're not. After all, your absence thus far looks terribly guilty."

The sounds of the garden faded as a dull roar thundered in her ears. All the pieces started convalescing together and it made her feel faint.

"You did this on purpose," she said, head swimming. "You kept me here long enough to make me look like a traitor so I can't go back."

"Of course you can go back, Civilian. I'm not going to force you to stay here."

"Would you let me leave and tell everyone your plans?"

He smirked. "And what are my plans? What details could you give away? You know nothing and you have no proof."

The truth of that hit her like a kick to the chest. He made sure to imprison her in every way that counts. Suddenly her throat felt tight and breath came in light and restricted. The King cocked his head to the side, brow furrowed. His gaze flickered to the driver.

"Civilian looks ill. Perhaps you should take her back to her quarters."

He sounded muffled and far away. The driver guided her out of the chair and she let him, feeling dazed and dizzy. The walk back to her quarters passed in a hazy blur. She was grateful for the firm and guiding hand on her back through the maze of corridors. Just as she was grateful for the shut of the door behind her when she finally made it.

Civilian collapsed to her knees on the lush carpet and sobbed, uncaring of any invisible watchers.

Part five here

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sunnycanwrite · 2 years ago

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so you want to draw Barbara Gordon but don't know much about wheelchairs? This is a small guide on the differences between standard wheelchairs, and a low back chair that someone with a spinal cord injury would use. I do not have a spinal cord injury but have done a lot of research into different wheelchairs due to using one. If I get anything wrong feel free to correct me.

Barbara wheelchair would be customized for comfort safety, and her daily activity. She'd most likely want a sleek design, something she can still train in. As mentioned above it will be low backed, and rather compact.

The above chair is a good example of the type she'd use. It's heavily padded to keep from developing sores. There are no real armrests as those can get in the way. The caster wheels (the small ones) are there for balance. Might see silly but they are there for a reason! There's a lack of handle bars on the one above. Babs would probably pick one without them as well, so people wouldn't try to push her.

Than there are standard wheelchairs, which is what I personally have. Mine is not the same as the one in the photo, being a tad more conpacr. Many of the features make them dangerous for people with spinal cord injuries

Above you can see the chair had high armrests, two piece footrest, a tall back, and no safety straps. It gives room for to much movement which could make a spinal cord injury worse. I understand that it's what most people are used to seeing. But it's not the type that Babs would be using, as it would be unsafe for her.

She'd probably also use wheelchair gloves! Which can be super cute, google them to see!

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artist-issues · 11 months ago

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Hypothetically speaking, if you were part of the team who worked on "Wish" (or any other Disney animated films that you consider as bad), what are the major changes you would make?

Hey, this is my favorite question so far! 😀 I’ll make a post about it and tag you. But bare bones, for Wish?

Change the Main Idea of the Movie from “Keep wishing; you’re powerful enough to make it come true.” to “Have faith, and you’ll get more than what you wished for.”

Then, because the Main Idea’s been changed, every character needs to change so that they support the new main idea. 🤷‍♀️ (You should always make characters that support a main idea, instead of trying to wedge characters you “like” under main ideas they don’t actually support.)

Get rid of the idea of tangible wish-bubbles. Wishes are intangible, like fears and affection and a feeling of hope.

Make the stars an otherworldly kingdom, where fairies and magic come from. (But keep it vague, so that it can still be associated with Neverland and Evangeline somewhere in the future.) What’s not vague is that the each star is a powerful being, but some are younger and less tested than others. The younger ones are messengers. The Kingdom of the Stars is ruled by the Council of the Stars; maybe the sun, the moon, something like that. The Kingdom of the Stars watches from above and chronicles the stories of mortals, and sometimes, when mankind needs it, they lend a magical hand that changes everything for the better.

Change the culture of Rosas to…an actual culture instead of a bunch of people standing around in a harbor castle. Make the whole kingdom a kingdom of inventors and explorers who used to have an alliance with the Kingdom of the Stars—their inventions would be magically blessed, and they’d be told where those inventions were needed most—but now they invent nothing and hide from the world and the stars because of a great betrayal and siege that destroyed their first home.

Change Magnifico so that he’s obsessed with keeping Rosas hidden and under control, because he believes their old ways, ( making inventions and the “meddling” of the Kingdom of the Stars) only brings attention from dangerous, greedy people. But on the outside, he hides his control-freakishness with a protective fatherly-like persona.

Change Amaya so that she agrees with some of Magnifico’s worldview: she thinks that their inventions will bring attention from dangerous, greedy people, but she doesn’t believe that the stars would meddle. She thinks they’re totally unhelpful and distant. She actually wants dangerous people to try and find them, so she can get her revenge—she’s been hoarding magical inventions and learning how to control them.

Change Asha’s whole family: her dad believed that the kingdom shouldn’t hide, then got sick and died. Her mom believes that even though the kingdom is in hiding, Asha would be happier if she found a way to do more than her current job. Her grandfather is basically a rebel and wants Rosas to go back to the way it was, and he’s always trying to get Asha to believe in the stars, or look at old inventions and spell books they’re not allowed to use anymore. Basically, the whole family wanted more for Asha than living in a hidden kingdom.

Change Asha: She’s not an adorkable, vaguely good shallow character. She’s more like if you took Rapunzel’s excitement about the world and buried that under layers of hopelessness after her dad died. Now she’s like the young teenage girl version of Nick Wilde from Zootopia. She no longer believes that her dreams can come true, or that the Kingdom of the Stars has any part in her life. That Rapunzel-excitement part of her is still there, deep down, and the movie is about how it gets brought back to the surface.

Change Valentino: I’d make Valentino 100% reckless, leap-first, look-later. He’s a baby goat, the only one Asha’s family was allowed to keep from their herd when they moved out of their cottage, and therefore Asha is very overprotective of him. He’s basically a manic ball of energy who gets into everything—like she used to be, as a little girl before her dad died. Valentino has zero fear and nothing but wonder and fun in his eyes.

Change Star: yeah everyone’s doing this but I think Star should’ve been kept as a person, with the ability to talk. Not because I’m sold on the idea of him being Asha’s love interest—but because I think a character who has lost her faith in magical, benevolent stars needs to have a personal relationship with one that actually cares about her, and proves it. Plus it’s about 1000 times more interesting. So he's one of those young stars I mentioned: supposed to be just a messenger, but once he gets down to Rosas, there's something keeping him from getting back up to the heavens—and he doesn't want to leave anyway, because he's convinced he's supposed to be helping Asha.

A more in-depth post coming soon! Might even have a little art.

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