Heroes & Villains

I feel like so far from what I've read here I'm the only one that LOVES the idea of the white-hat, knight-in-shining-armor prince charming gentleman that rides up on his unicorn and sweeps me up in his (muscular) arms to his castle in the clouds.

I liked playing Rapunzel and Cinderella. I am a total Hero groupie. It's the kind of sugary-sweet, super idealized romance that gets me hot and juicy to the core!

Give me the dreamer! Give me the man with faraway eyes and a strong desire to be a do-gooder, a thief-catcher, a dragonslayer! Give me the man with concrete ideals and justice ingrained in his DNA. The man with manners, morals, and standards.

That's sexy, to me.

Kudos to you for coming down firmly on one side or the other, unlike all these hedgers and fence sitters.
 
I feel like so far from what I've read here I'm the only one that LOVES the idea of the white-hat, knight-in-shining-armor prince charming gentleman that rides up on his unicorn and sweeps me up in his (muscular) arms to his castle in the clouds...

I think I'm less attracted to this type because I feel as if he'll be judgemental --- I'm nowhere near lily-white enough to truly appeal to such a man, or if I am, it's only an initial thing. I end up having to hide essential things about my character.

There are as many men who impersonate the Paladin as there are who impersonate the Scoundrel/Bad Boy. You get men who claim to be nice guys who are really just whiners and petty tyrants and then you get men who try to play tough and cool who are really just insecure bullies with no spine. Both are trying to font the ever-elusive "cool".

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but it just occurred to me to wonder about the female counterparts to these types. Maybe I'll go start a thread once I get my thoughts together.
 
Hey, I said I liked the hero. I just identify more with the creepy old woman on the road who gives him the magic bean he needs to vanquish the real threat than I do the princess.
 
The difference between a cow and a bean is a bean can begin an adventure!

*whistles*
 
Hmm...In movies I like heroes with the ability to be villains or villians with the ability to be heroes. Anyone too one-dimensional is just boring. It's part of the reason I loved braveheart, mask of zorro, gladiator, spiderman, shawshank redemption, v for vendetta :eek: I don't know that I gravitate more strongly towards one or the other. Maybe. But outside the movies I like people in general, find them fascinating and like to listen and watch a bit before I decide whether or not I'll get along with them. That said what about the female archetypes? Or are there any?


Lately, I find myself having a fascination with the idea of an "Antihero" myself. I guess I'm kind of that way myself -- I don't always follow the rules, but in the end, I'm really not a bad guy, even though there are some that would think I am.

I definitely have an evil side to me, and Mistress sees it in my eyes and loves it, even when she's the one in control. Last time we were together, and she had me under her control, she even said, "I can see the evil in your eyes. You just want to throw me down and fuck me hard, don't you?"

I know she wants to turn control over to me one of these times, and I hope I don't disappoint her. Or go overboard and hurt her. But she says she trusts me, and that I have to get past my fear of hurting her.
 
Lately, I find myself having a fascination with the idea of an "Antihero" myself. I guess I'm kind of that way myself -- I don't always follow the rules, but in the end, I'm really not a bad guy, even though there are some that would think I am.

I definitely have an evil side to me, and Mistress sees it in my eyes and loves it, even when she's the one in control. Last time we were together, and she had me under her control, she even said, "I can see the evil in your eyes. You just want to throw me down and fuck me hard, don't you?"

I know she wants to turn control over to me one of these times, and I hope I don't disappoint her. Or go overboard and hurt her. But she says she trusts me, and that I have to get past my fear of hurting her.

You are good-bad, but not evil!

vroom vroom vroom

lookoutlookoutlookout!
 
Since we're going for archetypes here, there is a much rarer one that occupies a space between the Hero and Villain without being a mix of them, the way the Rogue is.

The Trickster is the one who play devil's advocate on both sides of an argument and still never let you know what their opinion is. They probably have a halo, but if you look close enough it's got a bit of tarnish (or, as the quote goes, a halo that has only a few inches to fall to be a noose). They knock the Hero off their pedestal and kick the Villain in the shins.

Where the Villain is the animalistic of BDSM, the forbidden, the Trickster is the brilliant absurdity of it, the top who makes the bottom stand on one leg and put his arms over his head and sing I'm a Little Teapot. A tip-toer of lines, the trickster thrives on being contrary, on twisting up and confounding the brain, not controlling the body. And neither anything so dry as "protector" or "nurturer" of the Hero. But pervy, coy, devious, creative, joyous? You'll get all that and more, and all for the low-low price of $19.95, or less if you're cute.


Tricksters are either my absolute favorite or absolute least favorite people, and like the other archetypes, there's a little bit of them in everyone.
 
Since we're going for archetypes here, there is a much rarer one that occupies a space between the Hero and Villain without being a mix of them, the way the Rogue is.

The Trickster is the one who play devil's advocate on both sides of an argument and still never let you know what their opinion is. They probably have a halo, but if you look close enough it's got a bit of tarnish (or, as the quote goes, a halo that has only a few inches to fall to be a noose). They knock the Hero off their pedestal and kick the Villain in the shins.

Where the Villain is the animalistic of BDSM, the forbidden, the Trickster is the brilliant absurdity of it, the top who makes the bottom stand on one leg and put his arms over his head and sing I'm a Little Teapot. A tip-toer of lines, the trickster thrives on being contrary, on twisting up and confounding the brain, not controlling the body. And neither anything so dry as "protector" or "nurturer" of the Hero. But pervy, coy, devious, creative, joyous? You'll get all that and more, and all for the low-low price of $19.95, or less if you're cute.


Tricksters are either my absolute favorite or absolute least favorite people, and like the other archetypes, there's a little bit of them in everyone.

That is my sadistic style, definitely.
 
Since we're going for archetypes here, there is a much rarer one that occupies a space between the Hero and Villain without being a mix of them, the way the Rogue is.

The Trickster is the one who play devil's advocate on both sides of an argument and still never let you know what their opinion is. They probably have a halo, but if you look close enough it's got a bit of tarnish (or, as the quote goes, a halo that has only a few inches to fall to be a noose). They knock the Hero off their pedestal and kick the Villain in the shins.

Where the Villain is the animalistic of BDSM, the forbidden, the Trickster is the brilliant absurdity of it, the top who makes the bottom stand on one leg and put his arms over his head and sing I'm a Little Teapot. A tip-toer of lines, the trickster thrives on being contrary, on twisting up and confounding the brain, not controlling the body. And neither anything so dry as "protector" or "nurturer" of the Hero. But pervy, coy, devious, creative, joyous? You'll get all that and more, and all for the low-low price of $19.95, or less if you're cute.


Tricksters are either my absolute favorite or absolute least favorite people, and like the other archetypes, there's a little bit of them in everyone.

According to some mythology, the trixter leads tot he downfall of humanity.

Question is, with humanity being the way it is, would that be good or bad :confused: :D

I have never met a trixter, how do you know them when you see them?
 
"...The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, 580
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,—
And yet a place of high respect with me,—
Than to be used as you use your dog?...."

-Midsummer Night's Dream
 
I have never met a trixter, how do you know them when you see them?

In my case? I get in bed with one every night. Our toybag includes a Skip-It, Nerf baseball bats, and two rubber chickens (you have to have two, for symmetry, I've been told). He has been known to walk into a play space calling himself the Kinkiest Little Hobo, in slippers and PJ pants and t-shirt, and a three foot wooden oar over his shoulder with a clothespin-stuffed toiletry bag hanging from the end of it.

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This is all starting to sound very shakespeare

As it should be. Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream is one of the most famous literary examples of a Trickster there is.
 
I secretly lust the Villian. Tie me up, blind-fold me and leave me on the train tracks, waiting and wondering. But smear my lipstick, call me a dirty whore and piss on me first.
 
This is all starting to sound very shakespeare

You gotta go to one of those post-modern Shakespeare Festivals. Bells and caps sounds more ren faire to me.

"...The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, 580
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,—
And yet a place of high respect with me,—
Than to be used as you use your dog?...."

-Midsummer Night's Dream

Damn. I need to re-read all of Shakespeare's plays now to check out the bdsm stuff, huh?
 
"...The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, 580
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,—
And yet a place of high respect with me,—
Than to be used as you use your dog?...."

-Midsummer Night's Dream

Izzat Helena to Demetrius?
 
Damn. I need to re-read all of Shakespeare's plays now to check out the bdsm stuff, huh?

I have to take a fuck-fucking-fuckety-fuck-fucking Shakespeare class in June. You're welcome to read any of the damned plays and write all the "Shitty Shakespeare and S&M" papers you want to write about them. At no cost to you, at that, generous bitch that I am.
 
That is my sadistic style, definitely.

The minute I saw the bit about making the sub sing "I'm a Little Tea-Pot" I immediately thought of you. ;->

The closest I've ever come was during a game of truth or dare when I made my friend get down on her knees and serenade her boyfriend with the Oscar Meyer Wiener song.



edited to add: Uh....just to put it in context, I was really drunk at the time and got my commercials confused. I was thinking of the French's Mustard commercial where the kid sings "You are my Sunshine" but somewhere between brain and mouth it got twisted into the kid from the Oscar Meyer commercial.
 
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Villans rule, except that hot elf from the lord of the rings & good wizard from harry

Potter. (The title wouldn't fit)

Being saved is well and good once or twice, but being scared takes you by the balls and never gets old.

Being a Villan is all the sex drugs and rockandroll...

Being a hero is something you can only be better than the Villan if you actually are more powerful mentally, cuz villans have all the street cred.
 
Damn. I need to re-read all of Shakespeare's plays now to check out the bdsm stuff, huh?

Don't forget the sonnets!

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require
.
 
Don't forget the sonnets!

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require
.

Totally off topic...

There's a lovely short story called "Sonnet" by Cate Robertson (the above passage is mentioned in this story) - hot hot hot.

Found the story in a book titled "Slave to Love - tales of erotic restraint."
 
Starting with Taming Of The Shrew, natch.

I remember studying her speech - the Shrew's speech (am blanking on her name) - and various theories on it. I guess D/s would explain a few things...

I have to take a fuck-fucking-fuckety-fuck-fucking Shakespeare class in June. You're welcome to read any of the damned plays and write all the "Shitty Shakespeare and S&M" papers you want to write about them. At no cost to you, at that, generous bitch that I am.

That actually sounds fun! :eek:
 
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