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!

Comments

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.