Heroines that need more love: The Tough chick

(In my ongoing quest to make space in my brain for more important matters, I've decided to add a another chapter in what will hopefully be a long list of "need more love topics, and hopefully bore you with some more of my goofy opinions.

Enjoy)

The Heroine: The tough chick

The look: Varies from film to film, and show to show, but usually a woman who's not a shrieking violet, nor a lithe Kung-Fu cutie. She's beautiful but usually in a tough rugged way, and wears clothes that seem more "butch" than lady-like.

Perfect examples: The girls above. Namely Claudia Black in Farscape, Katee Sackhoff in Battlestar Galactica, and Gina Gershon in Bound along with Sigourney Weaver in Aliens, and Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2.

Why they rock: Let's be honest in most DID tales the main heroine isn't exactly somebody who's gonna win a badass reward. Sure she'll struggle, wiggle, and get outta peril, but she's not a trained fighter or somebody that deals with dangerous situations all the time. The tough girl on the other hand? Well you can bet that she's been involved in rough stuff before, been in a few bad situations before, and most likely won't totally loose it when things start falling apart. Sure she might get captured, bound and gagged, and put in peril..but you can believe she at least headbutted somebody, or at least is thinking about while tied up.

Cool use of them: Generally I've found that when I'm writing duos there's nothing better than teaming up a tough girl with a more conventional damsel. Say making one a toughie with a dark history, and the other some suburban girl who can't help but fall from her charms. It's an excellent(and cute!) paring that can make the stories even better.

Great imaginary scene: Our tough cookie is in a bad spot. Some nasty folks konked her on the head, stripped her down to only her bra and panties, and have left her gagged and taped to a chair in front of a ticking time bomb. Even worse? The baddies have told her that they know where her true love is, and they're heading to her place right now to kill her nice and slowly. Our heroine is now left with the knowlage that not only will she die, but that her beloved will suffer as well.

Of course this is where she starts gathering her strength, starts struggling harder, screams into her gag, wiggles in her seat, and desperatly battles the bondage and the clock to not only save her life, but to save her lover, and maybe in the process get to be the heroine.

I am Shallow

So I was searching around the computer in the wee hours looking for Mad Men reviews(seriously it's one of my current favorite obsessively watched shows) when I stumbled upon these photoshoots Esquire had done of Christina Hendricks.....and for the next few hours I totally became goo. Seriously there's really no better way to catch my eye than A.) Doing some retro-style shoot, and B.) Featuring a hot redhead..which no matter what makes me giggle(what with being a ginger myself.) And it also proves that dispite my best attempts I can easily become a drooling idiot quickly.

Also? If I ever realize my dream of becoming some badass PI(considering that I faint at the sight of bugs, not likely.) my bondage-prone, secretary who secretly is in love with me totally has to look like her.

No discussions.

Gabrielle Song: Life is catching up with her

Gabrielle Song runs a website design company, donates a good deal of her income to charity, and on weekends tutors children of her fellow Korean immigrants on English. Somedays though she heads down to LA, or to San Francisco, or sometimes as far as Salt Lake City and murders somebody for another group of Koreans who ain't exactly people persons. She's been doing this for years and now middle-aged karma has still not caught up with her...until now of course.

Now all at once her buddies in Seattle are going silent around her, a woman she thought was dead 5 years ago might be alive and pissed, some annoying reporter keeps following her, and Gabrielle's loving girlfriend happens to be a hitwoman herself.

And to make matters worse? She's kinda turned on by the last part.

I love Gail Simone

Ya know what I love about Gail Simone's Birds of Prey run? Sometimes the relationships go from being a bit suggestive to pretty much being two steps away from hoping out of the closet(hell maybe even less steps) and all done with a complete wink. Maybe I'm projecting slightly but I generally just assume everybody in this comic is at least a little gay which amuses me to no end.

Too bad I never got some scene where Oracle, Black Canary, and The Huntress decided to take turns rubbing each other down with scented lotions and tying each other to the beds. At least I have my dreams of that though...

Pamela Crowley:Nothin's personal with her

In this day and age it's hard being a single mother, an out of the closet Lesbian, and the owner of a small business all at once, but so far Pamela Crowley's managed to pull through extremely well, and is generally regarded as one of the best residents in her suburban community. What they don't know is that the nice lady who owns "The Blue Cat Artisan breads" also happens to ebery now and then get a call from friends, head into Seattle, and then shoot somebody dead.
Crowley's a hit woman, and a damn good one who for over 13 years has been known to deliever some of the most perfect hits on anybody from visiting mob bosses, to cheating husbands. She gets in, gets out, and makes no fuss whatsoever, and nobody can ever(Nor have they ever suspected her) place her at the scene of the crime.

Problem is life has gotten complicated for Crowley now. Her daughter's attending highschool(with all the worries that brings) her business is doing a little sluggish, and her new girlfriend just happens to be a rival killer for the Los Angeles Korean mob.

But that's okay Crowley will get through it all right, sort everything out, make sure everything's running smoothly...and hopefully won't wind up in the trunk of anybody's car anytime soon.

Trunks are always annoying to be in.

Double the Pleasure

The bomb is ticking, the ropes won't get loose, and the gags are on too tight. Our heroine looks at the woman to the right of her and her eyes fill with worry. They've been lovers for so long here, partners through thick and thin, and now? They might die. The heroine scoots over as best she can and nuzzles up against the woman..both as an action of comfort..and as I way of loosening those ropes. Of course that still doesn't mean they'll get out in time, after all the clock is counting down so fast.

I love a lot of things involving bondage and my tastes are wide ranging and interesting, but more than anything else nothing gets me going like being bound with another woman, sharing danger. I don't know exactly what it is that's the key. Maybe it's the closeness, and the sensualness that can spring from that(two girls smooshed together in a trunk for example) maybe because it involves being able to play off somebody else(rather than the solo situation the heroine has to deal with somebody besides herself) or maybe it's because I'm kinda a sap and nothing gets me like the tough chick feeling weak because the woman she loves is trapped with her.(which leads of course to a lot of sad and longing dramatic looks) But probably it's a combination of all three and more.

It's funny because my online reputation is that of somebody who plays the villianess in roleplays, but I'm actually just as happy to play the role of the heroine sometimes tough, sometimes ditzy, and sometimes a mix of those and others. And when I play the heroine? Well I love nothing more than somebody by my side.

Sharing the danger.

Tales Of Skatara: Danger, Love-potions, and Tigerstripes Part 9

(Yep I'm not dead..just busy with work, and unable to have as much time with this as I'd like! All better now though and I'm still trying to work hard on finishing this tale.)


Chapter 9: Deep Conversation in the Elven Alley


Shakti hadn't been down to Woten Alley since she'd returned to Dalcada all these months ago, and she had forgotten the alienness and aching beauty of the place. 50 years this neighborhood was little more than a dirty slum, full of beggers and reeking of disease until a small contingent of Elven merchants and craftsmen arrived turning this small patch of city into a small version of their homeland. Tall trees seemed to grow everywhere providing a shady canopy over the homes and shops, and a fountain made of white marble stood in the middle providing a calming atmosphere in the neighborhood. Shakti loved it here, and the quiet nature of the place that so often brought her peace. Yet upon her return she had feared to travel here, knowing that the woman she loved called this place home, and her heart belonged to somebody else. Now though Shakti had this love potion, and with it? She could finally get Tirana to herself. The thought alone made Shakti giddy, and she picked up her step, forcing her companion to walk along with her.

"So I'm guessing Tirana is a she? Right?" Ga'Ja asked as she shook her head at the sights along the alley. Kamrai with their wild passions never could quite get a handle on Elves, and the quiet nature of the alley put her slightly on edge. Shakti looked back at her companion and blushed slightly "Yes she is. A very beautiful, graceful, and intelligent woman at that." Shakti replied woth a whistful tone. "Why?" Shakti asked and Ga'Ja shrugged "Does she fancy girls?" The kamrai asked and now it was Shakti's turn to sigh. "No.." She said trailing off as she turned away and looked straight ahead.
Ga'Ja walked up closer behind the witch and for a moment Shakti could swear that she heard a purr escape from the catwoman and it wasn't an unpleasant sound. "So if you give Tirana this love potion, and it forces her to you, that isn't really love but rather some form of chemical slavery." Ga'Ja said softly as she walked "She may worship you, adore you, make love to you, and think nothing of you, but it isn't really the truth." Ga'Ja said and Shakti actually started to feel some wear on her heart from the venom of the words. "And deep down even though she's your complete slave you'll know that it's only because of magic, and not her heart." Ga'Ja said as she watched Shakti and listened to the witch's soft sighs.

"Why are you saying this?" Shakti asked with hurt in her voice. "Because you aren't happy and don't want anybody else to be happy?" The witch continued hoping that would give the kamrai some pause. Ga'Ja for her part remained silent for a moment before speaking again "No, because like I said I've been there, felt the things you've felt, and made the wrong decisions myself because I was young, stupid and in love." Ga'Ja said without a trace of hurt or anger in her voice. "And because I know how hard it is when a woman you love cares for somebody else." Ga'Ja said which caused Shakti to stop and turn around. "Oh I see what this is about then." Shakti said with a tone of anger and sadness in her voice. "You've got a fancy for me, and now some jealousy against the other woman is revealed." Shakti said with a "hpmmh." and Ga'Ja could only shake her head. "Well my crude barbarian friend I can safetly tell you that the feelings are not returned on your front, so get your mind out of the gutter, and let's get back to the task at hand." Shakti said lifting her chin in the air and picking up the pace.

Ga'Ja just shrugged and walked behind Shakti. "Pleasssse..you aren't my type human. Too soft, and too weepy for my tastes." Ga'Ja said walking behind the human.

"And the best looking thing I've seen in a while." Ga'Ja thought to herself as she shook her head again and wondered to herself how this stuff always happened to her.