meme #003 | kickass ladies ( myself and two women i've inspired )

[queenofthegays]

GIRLS KICK ASS
( it says so on a t-shirt )

come all ye heroines, ye strong female characters, ye head bitches in charge. whether you've driven a motorcycle along the great wall of china or brought down a company for polluting a california city's water supply, you're here, you're fierce, get used to it. guidelines! -- comment with a character that is a lady and a powerful one ( of course strengths come in all shapes and forms and all women are welcome! ) -- tag! it's not a shipping meme but feel free to go in an f/f direction! you can mention it in the subject line if you want. -- original characters and 63 versions are a-okay. -- and most importantly: we're called the pawnee goddesses and we're freakin' awesome!

everybody pants now!

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It would be the most beautiful of places.

[femdragon]

[Artura's feet have callouses on them that a princess shouldn't have, from hard work and sturdy boots. She may have been a princess for her entire life, but she's the only child of an iron fist of a man who loves her, loves his people dearly, so she will always be a knight before she is a princess. It's Gwen's job to take that Captain of the Noble Army and polish her, and the feminine touch really does help.

Feminine is Morgana's domain, not hers.

Artura's calloused feet press against the bottom of the basin as she leans her arms against the edge, watching Gwen with more admiration than she should a handmaiden.]

I don't want to marry Sir Tristan, so I don't see the point of either of them.

where Merlin is surrounded by awesome women. best mental image ever.

[consorts]

He's quite handsome. All of the ladies were quite taken with him at the tournament.

[ The last part of that comment is laced with honey; Gwen knows it's fruitless but it was worth a try. Many people in the kingdom have been buzzing with gossip and concern since Uther struck a deal with Tristan's father to have their kingdoms merge through marriage.

She plucks the lace dress form the wardrobe, draping it over the front of her smock aligned just so with her shoulders as she approached the basin. ]

You wont have to marry him this evening. Your father only wants you to be happy. [ She leaves out the part about securing the throne in Camelot... ]

He's sassy gay friend anyway.

[femdragon]

They were taken with him because they couldn't tell that he was holding his lance incorrectly. I'm surprised he managed to stay on his horse.

[She may be the slightest bit jealous, because she's far more used to the ladies of court staring at her. Not out of any romantic interest of course, obviously not, but she's quite used to be admired, even if she's sure they talk about her unladylike she is behind her back.

Well, it's hardly her fault, now is it?]

My father wants me to find a suitable husband so that a Pendragon is always ruling Camelot but I don't have to be the one on the throne. It's got nothing to do with my own happiness, I can assure you. Not that I blame him.

[Artura can't help but smile ever so slightly though at the dress, at Guinevere.]

You would look lovely in that.

he's already got the scarf.

[consorts]

He did place well at least. If jousting skills are all you require of a suitor you could have your pick of the Camelot knights.

[ Gwen just gives Artura a momentary look, though she tries to ease it with her comment on the knights. It's true that the women look up to and respect Artura, but many of the men of court and the knights feel the same. There's no doubt in her mind that every one of them wouldn't mind courting the princess, and not just because of her being the future queen. ]

You cannot think so ill of Uther. Six men have left without your hand. Could he let them leave so easily if he didn't want you to find a good match?

[ Her dislike for the king and his policies aside, Gwen could never imagine any father not wanting his child to be happy.

The thought of her wearing such a fine dress makes her very aware of how inappropriate her admiration of it must seem. She moves the dress away and drapes it over her forearm, pretending not to notice Artura's smile. ]

Not fit for fetching wine and clearing plates at a feast— Not that you shouldn't wear it...or that I wouldn't want to.

clearly, it was meant to be.

[femdragon]

And every knight of Camelot is a brother to me. If they tried, I would probably end up laughing at them. Though, I suppose your right. [She sighs heavily though, leaning her face against her knuckles. Sure, Lancelot had been something worth considering, but with that whole ordeal, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. The Knights are off limits as far as she's concerned.]

Gwen, Put it on.

Re: clearly, it was meant to be.

[consorts]

[ She tilts her head to the side, lips pressed in a tight line despite the hint of a smile on her face. With Morgana this exchange would all be gentle pleasantries and comforting reassurance, though Artura always eliminated unnecessary back and forth. She resists the urge to roll her eyes and concedes. ]

Fine, but you're wearing the red silk one to dinner.

[ She steps behind the dressing screen merely (just in case Merlin decides to barge in, as he often does) and begins unlacing her bodice and apron. ]

Sometimes being so close helps though, doesn't it? Many of the new recruits have been nice... like Sir Lancelot and Sir Galahad.

[ Despite Lancelot's departure she does recall her and Artura being quite taken with him, though perhaps for different reasons... ]

[femdragon]

I thought I was the one who gave the orders around here. [But that is a concession indeed, and she's going to do exactly what Gwen says. Somehow, she always does. She wishes in the back of her mind that she could watch Gwen undress, but that? That's silly. Ridiculous, unnecessary, insert other adjectives here.]

Lancelot's gone and Galahad's like a child, so neither of them are really an option.

[consorts]

I am under strict orders from my mistress to make sure you look your best.

[ Of course Artura, such a silly thought, though she can't quite manage the fastenings in the back of the dress. She emerges from behind the screen, back bare though the rest of the dress fitting her like a dream. She spins in it, getting a good look at herself in the mirror before turning back towards the bathing princess. ]

Oh, you shouldn't have let me try this. [ She sighs her complaint dreamily before turning back to the mirror. ] Galahad isn't so terrible, is he? And who knows, Lancelot may return someday should you wish it.

[femdragon]

Morgana would be more than pleased if I showed up looking a mess.

[The thought of Morgana's malicious humor is lost though, at the sight of Gwen. Artura can't help but smile, because Gwen looks beautiful. Gwen always looks beautiful to her, to be fair, but the dress does fit her perfectly.]

Maybe...and you're keeping that dress, I insist.

[consorts]

She would be pleased as long as you weren't wearing armor.

[ The look on Artura's face is enough to make her smile even more (and perhaps feel all the more beautiful), but at her insistence she lowers her gaze and lets her smile fade. ]

You're kind, but I could not. Where would a maid wear such?

[ She Grabs a linen from near the bath basin and unfolding it for Artura to use to dry off, hoping this will shift the subject. ]

[femdragon]

We'll find you an occasion. It's yours, and that's the end of it.

[Artura does take the linen's unfolding as a cue though, suddenly aware of how lukewarm the water has become. She stands in the water and steps out, reaching for the linen from Gwen and wrapping it around herself. She squeezes out her hair afterwards, unconscious of the puddle that's forming around her feet. She's not the one who has to clean it up, after all.]

You're right about the red dress, though. Even if I'm not going to accept Sir Tristan's courtship, I still have an image to maintain.