...and they'll call us such names, and we really won't care...
So—for a variety of reasons—I've had the song "Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves" stuck in my head for about three days. This has started to drive me insane. Consequentially, I spent a good chunk of yesterday composing new verses, just so I'd be singing something different. The last time this happened, I found it so entertaining that I decided to make it a party game, and now I'm doing it again (yes, this is now officially a party). Give me a girl from folklore, myth, literature, or hell, modern media, and if I have a clue of who she is, I'll write a verse.
A few rules:
1. Fictional people only. Real people go in the bridge, and I already re-write that every time we do the song live. 2. One girl per customer. 3. Jean Grey is not eligible. 4. Don't make me come over there. 5. Please don't reference the original entry and try to stump me. I'm happy to do second passes at characters I've done before, but only while it stays fun.
Game on!...annnnnnd game off. I have all the requests I can handle, and will be adding new girls to the list throughout the weekend! Thanks for playing!
Emma was born in a hothouse of money and power, Planted in hatred and told, "It's your duty to flower," But a diamond grows best on its own, in the cold, And dear Emma refused to do as she was told, So the bride won't wear white, but the White Queen will do as she will. You can say that she's tarnished and torn, but she's glittering still.
I don't know if you know the book, but I've wanted a verse for this girl since... about four days too late to request it on the last post.
Jane Drew, The Dark is Rising Sequence. She's the human girl who can talk to the Greenwitch because she's got empathy the Old Ones haven't got. She can talk to the Lady (the Goddess, more or less) and get an important message from her, when the boys around her don't have enough in common with the Lady to communicate with her. ("For you and I are alike...Jane, Jana, Juno, Jane.") And then, at the end of the Sequence, (spoiler in ROT13) gur Yvtug renfrf Wnar'f zrzbel bs rirelguvat fur'f qbar, naq znxrf ure beqvanel ntnva. Without anybody asking Jane's permission. I want Jane to be a wicked girl saving herself too.
(Bonus: it gives a referent to the Jane in the chorus!)
Janet was looking for purpose and seeking for knowledge, A modern-day girl on the road to adulthood and college, But the story she found was too strange to be true, And it led her away from the life that she knew, 'Til the world was reduced to a choice on that dark Halloween... If you want to play fairly, don't play with the cold Faerie Queen.
Sweet Casimira requests neither penance nor pity, A priestess of pleasures enshrined in the shape of a city. The tourists arrive through the strangest of doors Seeking something they've lost as they cleave to their fours, And she gathers them close, shows them heaven, then sends them away... For as she cannot leave, Casimira won't ask you to stay.
Willow trees bend: it's the nature and virtue of willow. They grow where the weather is cruel and the winter winds billow. She was small, she was weak, she was nothing to fear, But she bent, and she learned, growing year over year, And when evil struck closest to home they learned what willows know: Never challenge a Willow who's had so much reason to grow.
Heh, now I am humming "Wicked Girls" to myself and will probably keep doing it all afternoon. Excellent.
Do you know Alanna from Tamora Pierce's Song of the Lioness books? When I was a kid who wished she could be a Great Hero of Legend, I am pretty sure that I wrote about 100 terrible ballads about her.
Would also adore a verse about Bo and/or Kenzi from Lost Girl.
Olivia came from a world ruled by shadows and science, A model of strength and the patron saint of self-reliance. And she learned to be soft in addition to strong When she stood in a place she could truly belong, But the mirror reflection shows someone that she's never been... In a war between worlds, is there really a way we can win?
New-fallen snow only needs to stay white for a season, Melting away when the spring works its annual treason. But a woman who's named for the Snow and its shade May find herself stained and by more things betrayed Than the coming of warmth; she may find herself bidden to grow... Now she stands a bit taller, and goes by not "Snow White," just "Snow."
Ororo was orphaned and lost, and seemed sure to be counted As one more statistic to mourn as the body count mounted. But she made her escape, and she called forth the rain, Bringing downpour to drought, bringing comfort to pain, And they called her a goddess, and they called her a mutant, and more. She was lady of Storms, and she knew what true power is for.
Medea Miss Marple Pocahontas Hermione Puck (because I personally think Puck's gender is ambiguous and zir could be either/or, both, and/or whichever zir chooses at any given point in time)
Medea loved Jason, forgetting that she'd be unneeded Once he had achieved all the goals for which he sweetly pleaded. She killed and she lied to be true to her man, Never knowing forever was not in her plan, And when he had his due, then he left and went back to the bay... Medea was innocent, once. Jason took that away.
Katherine Pryde was a good girl who tried to be better, A slip of a thing with a spirit that no man could fetter, And she slipped through the walls that were put in her way, And it seemed in the end, she was too good to stay, But they say that she saved the whole world, and they say she was brave... It's a shame that the brave ones are always the first to the grave.
Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in, She was angry and lost and alone, and too bitter for grieving, But she played her cards close to her chest and her hand, With an ace in the hole, seeking somewhere to stand, And when she met her savior, she asked him, "Is anything true?" He said, "Tea gets cold—come on Ace, we've still got work to do."
Kate found herself on a path that she never selected, A little girl lost in a storm full of clues unconnected. She mourned for her mother, she mourned for the dead, And she followed the trail of the things left unsaid, Seeking justice and answers and something akin to release... Like the girl in the castle alone, Kate was looking for peace.
Green were the forests she played in when she was a sapling, And dark were the days when the future came grasping and grappling. She could have been felled like the rest of her kind, But she ran for what hope and what help she could find, Now she lives in a network of light and of life and of lies... She's forgetting the truth of the wood: in time, everything dies.
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Planted in hatred and told, "It's your duty to flower,"
But a diamond grows best on its own, in the cold,
And dear Emma refused to do as she was told,
So the bride won't wear white, but the White Queen will do as she will.
You can say that she's tarnished and torn, but she's glittering still.
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Jane Drew, The Dark is Rising Sequence. She's the human girl who can talk to the Greenwitch because she's got empathy the Old Ones haven't got. She can talk to the Lady (the Goddess, more or less) and get an important message from her, when the boys around her don't have enough in common with the Lady to communicate with her. ("For you and I are alike...Jane, Jana, Juno, Jane.") And then, at the end of the Sequence, (spoiler in ROT13) gur Yvtug renfrf Wnar'f zrzbel bs rirelguvat fur'f qbar, naq znxrf ure beqvanel ntnva. Without anybody asking Jane's permission. I want Jane to be a wicked girl saving herself too.
(Bonus: it gives a referent to the Jane in the chorus!)
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A modern-day girl on the road to adulthood and college,
But the story she found was too strange to be true,
And it led her away from the life that she knew,
'Til the world was reduced to a choice on that dark Halloween...
If you want to play fairly, don't play with the cold Faerie Queen.
April 8 2011, 17:57:32 UTC 6 years ago
Or if Cat's books aren't off-limits, Casimira.
June 15 2011, 20:17:06 UTC 6 years ago
A priestess of pleasures enshrined in the shape of a city.
The tourists arrive through the strangest of doors
Seeking something they've lost as they cleave to their fours,
And she gathers them close, shows them heaven, then sends them away...
For as she cannot leave, Casimira won't ask you to stay.
April 8 2011, 17:59:00 UTC 6 years ago
If not allowed, Willow from "Buffy". I have always considered myself a sidkick and they sometimes have to save the hero.
February 18 2012, 17:33:41 UTC 5 years ago
They grow where the weather is cruel and the winter winds billow.
She was small, she was weak, she was nothing to fear,
But she bent, and she learned, growing year over year,
And when evil struck closest to home they learned what willows know:
Never challenge a Willow who's had so much reason to grow.
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Do you know Alanna from Tamora Pierce's Song of the Lioness books? When I was a kid who wished she could be a Great Hero of Legend, I am pretty sure that I wrote about 100 terrible ballads about her.
Would also adore a verse about Bo and/or Kenzi from Lost Girl.
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A model of strength and the patron saint of self-reliance.
And she learned to be soft in addition to strong
When she stood in a place she could truly belong,
But the mirror reflection shows someone that she's never been...
In a war between worlds, is there really a way we can win?
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Melting away when the spring works its annual treason.
But a woman who's named for the Snow and its shade
May find herself stained and by more things betrayed
Than the coming of warmth; she may find herself bidden to grow...
Now she stands a bit taller, and goes by not "Snow White," just "Snow."
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As one more statistic to mourn as the body count mounted.
But she made her escape, and she called forth the rain,
Bringing downpour to drought, bringing comfort to pain,
And they called her a goddess, and they called her a mutant, and more.
She was lady of Storms, and she knew what true power is for.
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Medea
Miss Marple
Pocahontas
Hermione
Puck (because I personally think Puck's gender is ambiguous and zir could be either/or, both, and/or whichever zir chooses at any given point in time)
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Once he had achieved all the goals for which he sweetly pleaded.
She killed and she lied to be true to her man,
Never knowing forever was not in her plan,
And when he had his due, then he left and went back to the bay...
Medea was innocent, once. Jason took that away.
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....blast, I even have half of it in my head.
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A slip of a thing with a spirit that no man could fetter,
And she slipped through the walls that were put in her way,
And it seemed in the end, she was too good to stay,
But they say that she saved the whole world, and they say she was brave...
It's a shame that the brave ones are always the first to the grave.
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She was angry and lost and alone, and too bitter for grieving,
But she played her cards close to her chest and her hand,
With an ace in the hole, seeking somewhere to stand,
And when she met her savior, she asked him, "Is anything true?"
He said, "Tea gets cold—come on Ace, we've still got work to do."
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Karrin Murphy - The Dresden Files
Buffy Summers - BTVS
Kate Beckett - Castle
Alice - Resident Evil (movies)
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A little girl lost in a storm full of clues unconnected.
She mourned for her mother, she mourned for the dead,
And she followed the trail of the things left unsaid,
Seeking justice and answers and something akin to release...
Like the girl in the castle alone, Kate was looking for peace.
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And dark were the days when the future came grasping and grappling.
She could have been felled like the rest of her kind,
But she ran for what hope and what help she could find,
Now she lives in a network of light and of life and of lies...
She's forgetting the truth of the wood: in time, everything dies.
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