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21 January 2012 @ 12:45 pm
I AM THE PLOT, BABE: A VILLAINESSES COMMENT FICATHON  

A comment ficathon dedicated to the women who shape the story.  A villainess is any woman who is simply not "good", whether she plays the traditional roles of protagonist or antagonist, whether she narrates her own story (Cersei Lannister, to use an example from the banner) or is seen through the lens of someone else's (Bellatrix Black).  She can be fictional, historical, contemporary; from the books, from the movies, from music: if she's a villainous woman, she's in!


HOW TO PROMPT
Simple: leave a comment with fandom, character name, and prompt.  The prompt can be anything, from a line of poetry or a song lyric, to a quote directly from the woman herself, to a fic you've always wanted written about her.  Anything goes!

HOW TO FILL
Reply to the prompt comment with your fic.  In the subject line, put the title of your fic, the characters in it, and rating; be sure to include any pertinent trigger warnings.  Then link to your fill in the "filled" thread!

PROMOTION
Please feel more than free to promote the ficathon! You can use the banner above or make your own (and if you do, tell me so I can post it here).  If you're using the above banner, here's the code for LJ promotion:


 
 
 
o little icarusyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 05:46 pm (UTC)
Any questions? Ask in this thread!

Edited at 2012-01-21 05:46 pm (UTC)
o little icarusyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 05:46 pm (UTC)
Reply to this comment with links to your fills!
the business of benefiting hussiesmarketchippie on January 21st, 2012 09:35 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - bloodofpyke on January 22nd, 2012 06:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - marketchippie on January 22nd, 2012 06:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - goblindaughter on January 21st, 2012 10:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - bloodofpyke on January 22nd, 2012 02:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - shimmerglisten on January 22nd, 2012 02:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - yon_lougawou on January 22nd, 2012 06:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - muneca_brava on January 22nd, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - moetushie on January 22nd, 2012 10:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - buriedbooks on January 22nd, 2012 11:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - miotasachsaol on January 23rd, 2012 12:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - miotasachsaol on January 25th, 2012 03:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - bloodofpyke on January 24th, 2012 12:39 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ilkworm on January 24th, 2012 01:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sofiawonderland on January 24th, 2012 01:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - buriedbooks on January 25th, 2012 07:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - bloodofpyke on January 25th, 2012 02:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
BLOOD RUNS BLACK ; PG-13 - rumpledlinen on January 26th, 2012 11:29 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ilkworm on January 27th, 2012 06:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - bloodofpyke on February 6th, 2012 01:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
o little icarus: v&m | and I could hear the thunderyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC)
ASOIAF, Cersei Lannister, what if what you do to survive kills the things you love?

Edited at 2012-01-21 06:09 pm (UTC)
o little icarus: tsc | you're very prettyyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 06:11 pm (UTC)
The Secret Circle, Faye Chamberlain, remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god?
the business of benefiting hussies: [ouat] easy loves you keep like petsmarketchippie on January 21st, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
OUAT, Regina (Queen), all I had was my invention and my love invented on you
the business of benefiting hussies: [bsg] morally? practically.marketchippie on January 21st, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
BSG, Caprica Six, the rosary her lips and tongue
smilingsoprano: evil!Iagosmilingsoprano on January 21st, 2012 10:37 pm (UTC)
Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13
"Do you believe in God, Gaius?"

He laughs the first time she says it, tips back his head with a shout--he's drunk and she's luminous in white, all long lines and a focused, earnest stare. Too earnest, too intent, unblinking and deadly sincere. He stops laughing.

"I--do you?"

"Of course."

The words are clear and crisp and he laughs again, nervously, the slightly muddled voice in the back of his mind replaying the question, noting the curious tilt of her head, pausing to wonder at the lack of plurality. "I can't say I've ever given it much thought," he says, and she leans forward, slow and sharp and smelling of sex.

"God has given thought to you."

"Yes, well, perhaps, but I'm a scientist, you see--faith isn't quite my area of expertise as it were. Evidence and experimentation are important to me, and you can't experiment on the gods, so I rather doubt I'll ever be convinced."

She flashes a broad, perfect grin, and he doesn't know whether he should be afraid.

~~~

The skin beneath his fingers is warm and smooth; he slides his hands across it, wraps his arms around her waist, moans into her mouth as she drags her nails across his scalp. Everything is gasping breaths and wicked tongue, the imprint of her teeth in his shoulder and the glide of her lips on his.

A slow, maddening hand traces a line from his neck to the inside of his thigh. He shudders and swears--"by all the gods"--and a small, hysterical part of him wonders if that's prayer, if his words fly up to divine beings, if he is heard by anyone but her.

She pushes him against a wall, hard, and slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet. Stepping forward, she leans down, the soft hiss of a whisper sounding in his ear.

"God loves you, Gaius Baltar."

He could be convinced.

Edited at 2012-01-21 10:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13 - marketchippie on January 21st, 2012 10:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13 - smilingsoprano on January 21st, 2012 10:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13 - nicole_anell on January 22nd, 2012 02:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13 - smilingsoprano on January 23rd, 2012 07:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13 - sunshine_queen on January 22nd, 2012 01:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Rosary | BSG (Six/Gaius), PG-13 - smilingsoprano on January 23rd, 2012 07:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
the business of benefiting hussies: [th] state secretsmarketchippie on January 21st, 2012 06:18 pm (UTC)
The Basic Eight, Natasha, cylon!AU
an unholy mess of a girl.: ACT |  little scarlet starletcorleones on January 21st, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
Oh.

I hate you.
the business of benefiting hussies: [film] blood dyed into consciencemarketchippie on January 21st, 2012 06:21 pm (UTC)
Lady Bluebeard. (That's it, that's the prompt.)
more dangerous than shotguns.: flames!martyr4mylove4u on January 22nd, 2012 12:22 am (UTC)
Lady Bluebeard. PG-13
unforgettable (that’s what you are)


The first is a lawyer. Handsome, but not terribly so. Bright, but not intelligent, not like she is. He is a lawyer and he is painfully earnest, full of love and good intentions and when he touches her, when his hand comes to rest on the curve of her naked waist something flutters in her chest, beating beating beating its wings, trying to get out.

She wants it to last. Really she does. But his cheeks turn red when she fucks him, skin flushed and warm and there’s that itch, that trapped bird in her lungs and she can’t stand it anymore. Has to more than have him. Has to own him, has to spill his blood and run her fingers through the warmth and pull at his lifeless lips with her teeth. He is beautiful in death. They all will be.




The last is a no one. He is poor and unknown. He is nothing but one day he exists, outside a crowded restaurant, his eyes catching on the red of her dress and there is hunger in him, written across his face, into every cell of his being. He is hungry without knowing what he wants. He is hungry for the sake of it, for everything he can get and everything there is to be had.

She takes him for her own, marries him before god and country, takes him out to the house by the ocean, where it is never quiet but always empty and says, “in this room are my secrets. Let me keep them.” It is as much a plea as a threat. His eyes darken and a knot forms low in her stomach and she fucks him there, against the door of the room where the world begins and ends, and takes everything she can.

He is her favorite, the boy with the hunger. He is the last and when he opens the door she wants to rip apart the world into pieces small enough to give him. He brings death. He is death. He wants everything, so maybe that’s what she is.


Edited at 2012-01-22 12:43 am (UTC)
Re: Lady Bluebeard. PG-13 - marketchippie on January 22nd, 2012 02:34 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Lady Bluebeard. PG-13 - martyr4mylove4u on January 22nd, 2012 04:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Lady Bluebeard. PG-13 - corleones on January 22nd, 2012 01:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
the business of benefiting hussies: [btvs] equilateralmarketchippie on January 21st, 2012 06:22 pm (UTC)
BtVS, Drusilla, French Revolution!AU
postcardmystery: just kill yourself it'll be easierpostcardmystery on January 24th, 2012 03:24 pm (UTC)
you've swallowed a bad thing and now it's got its hands inside you, r, tw: atrocities of the terror
She was to be a nun; then she wasn't. This is how this story begins, carries, ends.

+

Her skin is white without powder, her lips without it always red. Her hair is unfashionably dark, until fashion is the last thing on everyone's minds, something else red on their lips, in turn.

+

There is on single fleck of blood on his hand, and he says, in a lilt she's never heard before, "Does the little bird want to fly?"

+

He takes her hand in his, (the blood smears), gives it to another, to another with blonde hair and deep, empty eyes.

"Oh, yes," she says, tossing a single golden ringlet over her shoulder, "she will most certainly do."

+

Paris is burning and the light reflects on their teeth. They aren't sharp, but they still glisten.

+

The blade of the device is sharp and silver, so fast you don't have time to hear it before it slices flesh, and he bares his teeth once more, says, "They will get bored of it in time. They always do."

+

Paris still burns, for Robespierre has found his aria and sings it with grim determination. Paris is burning, and there is little fun to be had in its ruins.

+

"Say goodbye," he says, "we'll come back when there's another king to kill."

She leaves a single flower in Cimetière des Saints-Innocents, expects to feel sad, doesn't.

+

There is always another king to kill.

+

They're in London, and it's raining. She suspects it always is.

They're at a party, (you have those when your aristocracy doesn't leave stains on your capital's streets), and she sees him.

"Hello, lovely," she says in a new, unfamiliar tongue, and breaks every social convention she knows, puts a hand on one of those sharp cheekbones, looks up through her eyelashes, because this one, this one's hers.

+

His name is William, and he's always wanted to kill a king, even if he didn't know it. He was caged, and now he will be free.

She brings him home to Angelus, and he grins, says, "What ye waitin' for, boy?"

+

There is always another king to kill, and all they must do is wait.

+

She was to be a nun, but she knows the secret now: there is no God, just time, just the beat of a pulse, just the pistol in her hand.

"I have always wanted to see China," says Darla, musing, and Drusilla kisses her hard on the lips, says, sing-song, "Your wish, my lady, is all of our commands."
(Anonymous) on January 21st, 2012 06:25 pm (UTC)
Merlin, Morgana, I freed myself, I freed myself, and remained alone.
o little icarus: 12 | trip the light fantasticyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 06:27 pm (UTC)
Glee, Quinn Fabray, there's no salvation for me now, no space among the clouds, and I've seen I'm heading down, but that's all right
o little icarus: borgias | swamp feveryon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 06:28 pm (UTC)
Lucrezia Borgia, such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

Edited at 2012-01-21 06:32 pm (UTC)
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o little icarus: princess and the pea | dulacyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 06:31 pm (UTC)
Harry Potter, the sisters Black, born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
; 'cause it's burning through the bloodline
, it's cutting down the family tree
rumpledlinenrumpledlinen on January 21st, 2012 11:35 pm (UTC)
Blood Runs Black ; PG-13 (1/2)
this kind of got away from me, but I hope it's at least sort of what you wanted, OP!

They grow up together.

Closer than sisters should be, perhaps; they have no one else, none but each other.

Bella comes first, alone, unwanted. Parents who would have preferred a son don't take kindly to little girls, and so they dress her up in the best clothing and teach her to be seen instead of heard. And she listens, as much as a little girl can listen; she understands and she doesn't want to do anything more with her life because why should she?

(Except that it's a lie.

She wants more than she can have, she just never lets them know.)

And then comes Andromeda, wilder than her sister (though oh, how that's to change); Andromeda, who offers an outlet for Bella's - as her parents call it - craziness; Andromeda, who becomes closer than a sister ever should have been, ever would have been in another family.

And then, finally, Narcissa - Narcissa who listens to her parents from the get-go, who is nothing but prim and proper and sweet outside of her bedroom but absolutely wicked in. Cissy, who whispers fat cow of their mother, who kicks Kreacher when no one else is looking.

The Black sisters, sisters three who never know anything beyond each other.

Bella is the leader, because of age and knowledge; the others come to her for advice on everything, from boys to mannerisms.

(She never tells them that she hasn't a clue what she was talking about. Why should she? They ask her advice and she gives it, misguided though it might be.)

*

And then they, somehow, grow up. They grow up and go to Hogwarts, and Bella knows that things will be different.

She is a Slytherin, knew that from the time that she was born, and so is Cissy (because how could Cissy be anything but?), but Andy - the wild child of the family - becomes a Gryffindor.

Bella feels her heart snap, and shakes her head. She grips Cissy's hand very tightly at Christmas when she tells her, under the table, trying hard not to let her emotions show on her face.

Cissy leans in, whispers a soft It's all right, Bella into her ear that she holds on tight to, only thinking of when others aren't around.

*

They grow up, become women.

Bella follows her heart (though she never did have much of one); she follows what her Dark Lord says because why should she care about anyone else?

She has no one else to care about.

She gets the Dark Mark put on her arm and never looks back.
Re: Blood Runs Black ; PG-13 (1/2) - rumpledlinen on January 21st, 2012 11:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
o little icarusyon_lougawou on January 21st, 2012 06:32 pm (UTC)
The Curse Workers, Lila Zacharov, everything dies, baby, that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
the business of benefiting hussies: [comic] i'm supergirl and i'm heremarketchippie on January 21st, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
The Princess Diaries, Lilly Moscovitz, tact is just not saying true stuff—I'll pass
something holy used to love me: Tina C.hyacinthian on January 22nd, 2012 10:35 pm (UTC)
ljka;lfkjal;dksjfa;lkfa;lkdsfj;alsdkf
WHERE YOU'RE GOING IS WHERE YOU BELONG - (Anonymous) on January 24th, 2012 01:57 am (UTC) (Expand)