Working On The Virgin Widow Tile For Fluff Bingo (21 Tiles Attempted, 13 Completed) And Thinking About

Working on the Virgin Widow tile for Fluff Bingo (21 tiles attempted, 13 completed) and thinking about the tropes on it.  I’ve been twisting them how I like, but I still understand the appeal of them in their original state. 

Widows occupied an interesting place in western literature.  The Virgin Widow trope means you get all the benefits of being a widow - financially stable, less likely to induce a scandal, sexually available - without the character having actually experienced married life or love.  While there is obviously a lot of unfortunate implications with it, especially in regards to women throughout history and purity culture, I do understand the appeal.  The contrast of independence/vulnerability.  The angst or humor of the secret being drawn out.  The plot where the hero/heroine endures a terrible marriage and is finally free and gets to explore intimacy as part of a healthy relationship.

It would be a fun one to play with in a modern setting.

Argh, someone stop me...

Virgin Widow

Prowl got the comm as he was comforting a femme, her sparkling only a few hours old, her bonded still missing in the rubble of the hospital.  The attacks were increasing in frequency as fuel shortages shot up.

:Prowl, report to the temple immediately!:

:I am at the site of the bombing: Prowl explained.  Of course it was his great-grandcreator.  :I will not be able to leave for -:

:Your ceremony is in less than an hour!  If you do not present yourself immediately and I have to arrange another bonded for you, you will be less than pleased.:  There was an unpleasant oiliness to his grandcreator’s voice – less like a warm, smooth oil bath and more like the greasy strings of muck that accumulated in the gutters along the street.  

Prowl looked down at his servos where one were pressing a bandage to the femme’s bleeding helm and the other cupping the whimpering newspark.  The longest scar ran from his elbow joint to the center of his palm.  The palm where a tiny helm rested.

He could take a few more scars.

:I will leave once the scene is secured, grandcreator.:

I make a lot - perhaps too many - OCs in my Transformers fanfics.  Might be telling though that 80% of them are femmes.

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Thank you! I'm working on everything, but like a cat in a laser disco, I cannot help jumping from place to place. :)

Fluffy Baby Nonsense

Optimus and First Aid go on a shopping trip. Optimus struggles with how he views himself now that he's a sparkling.