Wednesday: Badass Female Characters

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Howdi everyone, today's theme is Badass Female Characters. You know the ones; the women who make you love fandom even more, the women who inspire you to be your badass self, the women who stay strong in who they are, the women who have belief and conviction. Badasses every single one of them. Today's post is for them. Badass women come in all shapes and sizes and 'badass' doesn't just mean the Ellen Ripley's of the world. Any woman you think is a badass is welcome, there's not one form of strength.

Also welcome are female-identified characters, trans characters, young girls, gender-queer and/or questioning characters, and twospirited characters. Genderswapped male characters are not permitted (unless its canon - so no girl!Stiles lol).

Prompts should be about a female character, or a series of them. Romantic ships (of all flavours) are welcome as well.

The rules still haven't changed:

• No more than five prompts in a row.


• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.


• No spoilers in prompts.


• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:

Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some Examples:

• Stargate Atlantis, Elizabeth & Teyla, going on a mission alone together


• Sanctuary, Helen Magus, it was a mix of irony and guilt - the fact that she was a feminist and the love of her life was Jack the Ripper.


• Big Bang Theory, Penny, 4 times Penny was smarter than the boys.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

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Comments

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Elizabeth & Teyla, going on a mission alone together

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Helen Magus, it was a mix of irony and guilt - the fact that she was a feminist and the love of her life was Jack the Ripper.

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

The Big Bang Theory, Penny, 4 times Penny was smarter than the boys.

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

Futurama, Leela, with no depth perception she can still kick ass.

[tigriswolf]

Twilight, author’s choice, the world where Bella’s like, “Uh, fuck you very much, you’re a corpse.”

[wrong-song.livejournal.com]

"Are you afraid?" Edward asks.

Bella breathes deeply. This whole thing really could go either way. She doesn't know enough about him to know for sure how he'll react, and maybe she should've done this in a more public place, but there are drawbacks there, too. And she can't just let it keep going. "Edward, you kind of just admitted to being a possibly-ancient, walking, talking corpse who wants to eat me. Can you maybe try to see that from my perspective?"

His mouth drops open, and he just stares at her for a long moment, but she could swear when he finally speaks, he looks just a little bit relieved. "It does sound pretty bad when you put it that way."

She feels like she's been holding her breath. "So I'm going to walk out of this forest, and we're both going to pretend that this, whatever it was, never happened. Okay?"

"I can't promise anything," Edward says. A shiver runs down her spine, because he looks more like a predator than she's ever seen before. "But I'll try."

"Okay. Good," she says, and before she can give him any more time to think or change his mind she turns and walks away.

[tigriswolf]

Bones, author’s choice, if Temperance Brennan actually killed someone – there wouldn’t be a body to find

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author’s choice, Petunia’s only grandchild is Lilliana Dursley – and she’s the brightest witch of her generation

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, he is the world's oldest man - not the world's oldest person

[tigriswolf]

James Bond movies, author's choice, the history of (Dame Judi Dench's) M

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Elementary, Joan/Irene, don't underestimate your opponent.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

A Song of Ice and Fire, Sansa, bravery comes in all shapes.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Night Vale, Intern Dana, passing through.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena/Anthy, "I'll save her like she saved me."

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Mary Winchester, she would also fight for her children.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Alana(/Will), she won't give up on him.

[veleda-k.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Sara and Diana, armed and fabulous

[sapphire2309]

any, any, somehow, in between tears, she still manages to look outraged and pissed off.

Fill: Superatural, Ellen Harvelle, "Holding On"

[ilcuoreardendo.livejournal.com]

John Winchester stands in her doorway looking not unlike he did the first time she met him: scuffed, dirty, and in need of a shave. Only this time instead of the wild-eyed look of grief and the stern set of jaw that identified a man on a mission, his eyes are downcast and his mouth is slack after spewing so many empty words.

It was a jumbled explanation. She still can’t seem to fit it together in her head. Her husband cannot be dead.

But John’s twisting his fingers around the hilt of a small, iron knife. She knows that knife. And she knows Bill would’ve never let it out of his sight.

“Get out.”

“Ellen…”

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make this better, John. So. Just. Get. Out.”

Hunters, as a general rule, don’t know when to quit. But John looks at her face and backs away, placing the knife on the bar before he turns and slips out the Roadhouse’s front door.

Ellen waits until the Impala’s engine is a distant rumble and then she goes into the bathroom and vomits.

When she’s empty and the dry heaves have stopped, she stands in front of the sink, runs cool water along her wrists, her temples, and looks at her reflection in the mirror. If this is half of what John saw, it’s no wonder he listened to her and left.

She is worn and wrung out and with the ache in her bones and deep in her chest, could swear she’s aged twenty years in the last ten minutes. But her eyes are bright, sharp and clear, washed clean from weeping. There’s a set to her mouth that she remembers seeing on her own mama’s lips the night the police showed up at the door to tell her daddy had wrapped his truck around a tree.

Back then she didn’t understand, couldn’t identify why mama had looked so angry one moment, so unmoved the next. Because this is not just anger. One emotion is not enough for a moment like this. It’s anger coupled with sorrow. Outrage mingling with grief. And, skirting the edges of her psyche, the fine tremble of her mouth, forbearance.

Because she’s always known that it would end…well, perhaps not like this. But thing or human doesn’t really make a difference when the outcome is the same.

And she takes a deep, shaking breath and holds on as the bathroom door swings in and Jo, six years old and just waking from a nap on this too long, too hot, too memorable summer day, pads in.

“Momma?”

She holds on to it all, that restraint, that anger, that cold control. Because she can’t count on sorrow and grief to shore her up, see her through what’s to come.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Black Lagoon/MCU, Balalaika/Natasha, history in Russia

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Underworld, Sonja/Selene, they will have vengeance for all that Viktor destroyed

[sapphire2309]

White Collar, Elizabeth, holding her boys together is a job no one else is capable of.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Freddie Lounds, kitsune

[sapphire2309]

any, any, the only strength she has goes into keeping herself sane.

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Blake's 7, Servalan, "Regimes may fall and fail, but I do not." (Talleyrand)

[mycenaes.livejournal.com]

Greek mythology, Iphigenia, the truth is that she was born for this one moment of glory

fill

[tigriswolf]

oh, Mother, i see that the
winds have stilled and
Achilles does not wait
for me—you scream and
clutch for me but Father's
hand on my arm, strong and
sure, guides me to the alter. oh,
Mother, i know i have told
you of the dream that returns
to my sleep every month with
the swelling of the moon. you
scream for me, mother, I hear
you. Father will not meet my
eyes and so i stare past him, to
the sky. Mother, i would tell
you not to fear or to mourn for
to the sky is where i will go
once Father has spilt my blood
to sate the rage of the huntress.
i have dreamed of this moment,
when the wind awakens with
a roar upon my last gasp and i
forgive Father, Mother. i do. this
moment, when a princess dies
so that a war can begin, is what i
was born for. i forgive every soul
who guided the way, and i look
from the sky to you, Mother,
when the knife in father’s
steady hand bleeds me.
i have dreamed of this moment,
my one and only taste of glory—
you are silent, Mother, as to the
sky i return my darkening gaze.
i would tell you not to mourn
but the Huntress has clasped my
hand and pulled me to the sky,
wind roaring in my ears with the
baying of the hounds, and laughing,
fleet-footed, i follow the goddess.

[mycenaes.livejournal.com]

Spring Awakening, Ilse, she is a survivor--and she knows that very well