#fun and slutty Elain because that’s how I love her

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Not Without Me

Pairing: Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra

Summary: Lucien was spending a begrudgingly and surprisingly nice night getting beaten in Mario Kart with his brother when he gets an enticing photo from his girlfriend in the shower and races to join her.

I hope you enjoy all 3k words of horny nonsense over on ao3 or below the divider (omg they’re bubbles how cute?) 😘

Lucien was going to strangle his brother.

Eris kept shoving his shoulder and fucking with his controller, attempting- nay, CHEATING- to get ahead of him in Mario Kart. Over Lucien’s cold, dead body would he lose to Yoshi or Eris- who was definitely overstaying his welcome at this point.

He showed up two hours ago, unannounced, to Lucien’s apartment, holding a ridiculously large white plastic bag with a rumpled smiley face thanking him for coming. Lucien would not be doing the same.

But he would be eating the Chinese food, because ohmyfuckinggod did it smell good, and Lucien was dreading cooking dinner. Bribery in exchange for quality time was nothing if not a Vanserra special.

But if he had known how irritating the other redhead would be, he would’ve slammed the door on Eris’s smirking face before he could get the chance to waltz into Lucien’s living room as if he owned it.

Okay, he did pay the rent but that- well that didn’t count-

Lucien rocked his shoulder sharply into Eris’s, causing Yoshi to swerve with a yelp. Eris quickly launched a banana peel towards him, leading Lu to spin out and grumble loudly.

The fucker snickered as he reached second place, getting right behind the aggressive NPC playing Bowser and overtaking Lucien’s Princess Peach, setting him back to third with a theatric groan.

Lucien rolled his eyes and watched on irritatedly as Eris knocked into Bowser, all while Lucien was struggling to remain in third. Mario was getting far too ballsy for Lucien’s liking.

His phone played the small jingle it did when Elain sent him a message, and his heart tripped over itself. He nearly gave himself whiplash as he turned to try and catch a glimpse of what she had said without losing focus of the game he was getting wrecked in.

He couldn’t see what she said but he saw there was a photo attached– ugh fuck this– he wanted to see her.

Eris snorted, drawing Lucien’s attention back to see that Mario- that Italian motherfucker- had passed him; Lucien doubled down his efforts, glaring at the upper portion of the split TV through slitted eyes.

“Oh fuck yes, there we go baby- mmhm,” Eris yapped as entered first place.

Lucien finished in fourth with a deep scowl.

“You’re a cheater, a sore loser, an asshole-” Lucien began rattling off Eris’s charges.

“Um yeah, I’m clearly the sore loser here,” Eris scoffed, setting his controller down on the coffee table.

“You kept shoving me because I won last time!” Lucien shouted back, exasperated beyond containment.

“Oh whatever are you talking about?” Eris poorly feigned ignorance, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m a gentleman and a scholar, surely you’re mistaken,” he added with mock sincerity. An offended hand to his chest was the cherry on top of the Vanserra Bullshit Sundae.

Lucien rolled his eyes again, in danger of developing a headache at this point. “Whatever, you menace of a gentleman and smartass of a scholar,” he grumbled as he picked up his phone to see what Elain sent. He was hoping for a picture of Petunia, her new kitten that they’d both been fawning over together.

Eris chuckled, pulling out his own phone to catch up on messages, or maybe to brag about his victory. Eris tsked at the time– already 8:43pm–and Lucien hummed in agreement. It was indeed getting late. He had some homework to get to before the night’s end, and he should probably go to sleep early if he wanted to hit the gym in the morning and- and oh fuck that is not Petunia.

Lucien’s brain went offline at the sight of Elain’s coy smirk and soapy tits against the backdrop of her tiled shower.

“I should probably head home,” Eris said, maybe- Lucien wouldn’t completely register even if a meteor had crashed into his kitchen at the moment.

Her eyes looked gorgeous, the perfect balance of playful and sultry. Most girls he’d seen with wet hair tended to resemble sopping rats but Elain’s curls coiled beautifully, falling like a luxurious curtain around her bare shoulders. The dainty, golden ‘L’ pendant of her necklace fell tantalizingly in between her clavicles. He wanted to pull at it with his teeth. He wanted.

“M’yeah, get out,” Lucien said absentmindedly as he rose to find the nearest jacket and his keys, hoping he could get to Elain’s before she’d get out. The woman took record-breakingly long showers but he still hurried.

“Wow, okay, no thank you, then?”

“Uh, thank you for coming over, it was nice to see you, I will be beating your ass next time we play and I’ll pay for dinner next time. Now get out, I have to go see Elain and I’m not leaving you here to drink my good liquor,” Lucien rambled, finally finding his car fob and Elain’s apartment key. He shoved his feet into his sneakers on the way to the door, trailed by an amused Eris.

“You don’t have good liquor,” Eris pointed out, which was only true because Cassian had already finished his good shit.

”Incredibly not the point. Out,” Lucien nodded towards the door he was holding open. Eris smartly walked through with a contrastingly stupid grin.

“Damn, she’s got you whipped,” Eris needlessly noted as they made their way to the elevator.

Lucien’s eyes cycled again, he was going to grow dizzy with annoyance or perhaps flick his brother’s forehead. “Shutup,” He said, clicking the lobby and parking garage buttons on the control panel.

Eris snorted but thankfully did shut up, leaning against the far left panel of the elevator and humming along with the low tune playing.

Lucien replied to Elain’s text, the only caption with the photo was a “☺️” emoji.

“Better be room for two, pretty girl,” Lucien sent.

“You know there is 😉,” she replied nearly instantly, sending a strong twitch to his dick.

“Take your time baby, I’m on my way,” he typed, his heart pattering in his chest, barely believing his luck.

“Hurry, baby, can barely wait,” she added with another picture, pulling an all too audible groan from Lucien. This time the camera was more overhead, showing off her whole supple body, water cascading down in lickable rivets. Lucien hadn’t experienced envy of water before, and it didn’t feel great.

“You’re going to kill me Lainey, I’ll be right there,” he swore.

After the whole crashing-from-her-road-head ordeal and nearly hitting an old lady while speeding to get to her place, Eris made Lucien promise not to drive horny. Thankfully, his brother got off with a simple hug on the lobby level– his driver no doubt waiting in front of the building– without a word on the matter.

Lucien got to his car and drove as carefully as he could: thirty above the speed limit and with prayers for green lights and competent drivers, but careful nonetheless.

She lived a twenty-five minute drive away, but Lucien made it there in under sixteen, an accomplished and giddy grin on his face. He locked his car and pulled out the spare key Elain gave him, spinning it in his fingers as he climbed three staircases to get to her door.

He inserted the key, jangled it impatiently and huffed out a relieved breath when he heard the click of the mechanism caving. He smelled freshly baked cookies, as he always did when he came here, which was several times a week, as often as he could if he was being honest.

It was a one bedroom unit in the Upper East Side, decorated eclectically, knick knacks and plants covering every surface. He made his way to the room blaring Sade, and finally palmed his hardening cock, the anticipation of seeing his girlfriend, naked and wanting, flooding his veins.

A sensual giggle and Elain’s melodic voice rang out over the song, “Come in!”

“Fuck yes,” he muttered to himself. He kicked off his shoes before entering the minimalist, marbled bathroom.

Elain’s curvy silhouette was a teasing sight behind the pale pink shower curtain. He lifted his t-shirt over his head, shimmied off his joggers and boxers and stepped into the shower. Elain turned around to greet him, her petite boobs bouncing slightly– hypnotically– as she jumped on her toes to pull him into a luscious kiss.

Lucien melted. His arms instinctually wrapped around her supple hips, and his right hand reached lower to grab her plump ass with a wanton groan pouring from his lips into the deepening kiss.

“Mmm, Hi sweetheart,” Lucien said with a smiley tone, rutting his aching cock against Elain’s soft stomach, grinding forward to emphasize the effect she had on him.

“Hey,” she replied softly, her hands running over and massaging his shoulders, trailing down to his biceps.

“I totally lost in Mario Kart because of you,” he admitted.

“Oh nooo,” she cooed, “Did poor baby lose his game to come fuck me?” she taunted, her dimples coming out to play, brown eyes sparkling.

“Mmm, yes. And also Mario is a bully,” Lucien justified, stealing another giggle from Elain’s petal-pink lips.

Lucien winced dramatically, “Oh, you laugh at my pain, I see how it is.”

Elain threw her head back with another laugh, and Lucien retaliated with a sharp slap to her ass, making the menace yelp.

“Oh, however can I make it up to you?” she pleaded, adorable puppy eyes and a shit-eating grin on her pretty face.

He hummed considerately, “Hm, either you could let me use your fancy conditioner or turn around and bend over for me.” He offered the ultimatum, matching Lainey’s mischievous grin.

She chuckled but pulled her distracting tits from Lucien’s chest and turned slowly, dragging her ass against his dick with sinful accuracy and enthusiasm.

He groaned, moving his hands to hold her waist as she bent forward, arching her back beautifully and bracing her forearms against the slick marble.

He traced his hands up and down her sides, savoring her shiver and appreciating her curvy figure, “You’re so perfect Elain,” he husked, voice hoarse with strained desire.

He rolled his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing down the seam of her pussy, pulling a breathy moan from Elain. He rubbed the crown of his cock against her clit, driving her wild and desperate for more. She pushed back against him, urging him forward, and he took the cue and pushed in smoothly, languidly. One slow stroke had him settled unbelievably deep within her tight heat.

She moaned as he bottomed out, grinding her hips back and creating a delicious friction. Lucien pulled back slightly only to shove back in, meeting her eager hips.

“Oh, fuck, Lucien, s’good, so big,” she keened.

“Mm, so tight and hot for me baby, look so sexy, fuck,” Lucien groaned, moaning on the next thrust as Elain clenched wetly around him.

They set a pace together, deep and relishing. He snapped his hips forward, Elain throwing her ass back– the clap of her cheeks against him was driving Lucien off every edge.

He reached his right hand around her hip, trailing down her stomach to brush small, circular circles over her clit with his calloused thumb, barely enough pressure for her to feel truly stimulated, but just enough to make her chase his hand forward. He chuckled gruffly at her neediness. Her precious body was so sensitive, differing entirely with her fiery personality.

He thrust harshly forward, pushing her against his hand as he rubbed against her clit again, rougher now. He didn’t let up on the next plap either, keeping his hand palmed against her pussy as he slammed in from behind; Elain had stopped moving on her own, letting Lucien do the work.

“Hngmn shit, g’na come,” Elain whined.

“Hah, already baby? Always so quick f’me,” Lucien taunted, moving his arm from her waist to move up and place a snug hand around her fair neck, pulling her flush against his chest, and savoring the newfound depths of her perfect cunt and the sensation of her soft skin against him.

He held her as she writhed through her orgasm and came with a high pitched moan. He closed his eyes, unable to look at her and feel so much of her at the same time without coming far quicker than he intended to. He didn’t let up on her clit, but he released her throat to let her pant through the aftermath. He wanted her to catch her breath so she could moan even louder the next time she came.

“Mmm’fuuuck, Lucien I- fuck, can’t- aaAAH!” Elain cried out, her hands gripping the forearm that now wrapped around her waist for support as Lucien thrust up into her and added pressure to those small circles.

He slowed to a deep grind, opening his eyes to watch as Elain’s perky tits jumped with each roll of his strong hips. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, and he smirked at how undone she’d become.

“You’re so gorgeous, so pretty all fucked out for me Lainey, you always are,” he husked into her ear, chuckling at how she shuddered. Lucien kissed against her wet skin, licking messily down her neck as orderly as his jostling pace could allow.

He grazed his teeth against the base of her neck when he reached it on his path of sloppy kisses and licks, adoring the way Elain mewled.

He pulled out to the broad tip of his dick before snapping her roughly back down. He bit down on her shoulder as he bottomed out, and her high pitched gasp turned to a broken moan as she came, squirting hotly around his cock.

She whimpered and buried her blushing face in his neck; it had been two years and she was still shy about squirting– it may or may not have been his fault for calling her his little water gun.

“Don’t worry about makin‘ a mess sweetheart, look where we are, hm?” he gruffly murmured with thinly veiled amusement.

She whimpered against his neck, and the pretty little sound and the sight of her so undone was intoxicating. He stopped tormenting her clit and released her waist to lift her by the backs of her thighs, bringing her bent knees close to her chest, pressing her in half against him as he thrust back inside her spasming, gushing pussy.

He held and used her far beyond her coherency, beyond her mind could handle, judging by the babbles ranging from, “Luciennn, s’too much” to “Oh fuck, never stop, feels so good.” Clearly she was too fucked out of her senses to make up her mind. Lucien would be going with the latter.

He sped up, keeping her wailing and in place. His fingers were digging into the undersides of her plush thighs as he kept her spread for him. The slapping of their skin was still jarring over the sounds of the shower and the whirring fan.

“So perfect, so pretty, so tight, so hot, so beautiful,” Lucien rattled off loving litanies into her ear as she finally relaxed her face and melted back onto his shoulder. Her face was scrunched up adorably and he loved the way she looked all flushed like this.

“I- fuck Lucien- it’s too much- too big- AAAH!”

“No it’s not baby, you’re taking it so perfectly,” he goaded. She whimpered.

Lucien was grunting breathily each time their hips met. Elain’s hands were flailing and he felt bad for moving his arm. He considered shifting them to a wall and letting her legs flail instead, but ultimately he decided it was cute and returned his focus to her bouncing tits because holy shit they were perfect.

The soapy suds had long since been washed away, so Lucien could clearly see her glistening, milky skin as it jiggled and- fuck he should close his eyes again.

He trailed his eyes up– his mouth watered at the way her chest heaved– to her pretty parted lips he’d really like to fuck-

Shit, wherever he looked it was too much, she was too perfect– he didn’t want to stop feeling her. He caved and closed his eyes again, tuning into the way he was ramming past and forth Elain’s slickly ribbed hole. He swore she’d been made for him by the way she fluttered so rightly around him, moaning his name at a pitch that had him coming quicker than most women.

“Aah-AAAH!” she cried out as she came again suddenly, stuttering Lucien’s rabid pace. Another warm flood of her arousal joined the rivulets of hot water raining down on their intertwined bodies.

He caved, again- Elain was not good for his impulse control- and opened his eyes, coming instantly as he watched her writhe, nearly shrieking Lucien’s name as she rode out the languid waves of her orgasm. He groaned out her name as he filled her to the brim with come; he leaned over to watch as he withdrew his cock from her greedy pussy that didn’t want to let him go.

It was not as though he wanted to pull out, but the water was getting tepid and he was getting sleepy, not to mention Elain, who was already half asleep– or at the very least nonverbal from pleasure.

He did his best to turn her around smoothly and hold her front against him. She wordlessly wrapped her legs around Lucien’s trim waist as he shut the water off, holding Elain’s weight with one arm.

He opened the curtain, exposing them to the mirror. Her milky thighs and supple curves contrasted so fucking perfectly with Lucien’s dark, chiseled body.

“Mmm, why don’t you take a picture?” Elain, his ever persistent snarky princess, prompted playfully.

He froze for a millisecond before scurrying to grab his phone from his discarded pants. Elain clung to him, giggling at the excitement the little menace knew would ensue.

Once upright, Lucien kissed her nose, “You–” A small peck on her left cheekbone. “My love.” A soft kiss below her right eye. “My dear.” A nip, earning a huff, at her lower lip. “My sweet.” A delicate swipe of his tongue against her Cupid’s Bow. “Are fucking perfect,” he finished breathily, overtaking her smile with a heated kiss that went uninterrupted by the click of his camera as he took what would doubtlessly be the picture soon tattooed onto the back of his eyelids.

“You are a dork.” She grinned against his chasing lips.

“And you love it,” he teased sing-songily, a dopey smirk gracing his face as he carried his precious cargo to her bedroom. He laid Elain down gently, climbing onto the bed after her. She curved against his back, wrapped her arm around his middle and allowed him the prized position of Little Spoon.

Thank you so very much @the-darkestminds for being a gloriously speedy and brilliant beta, love you so so much 😘

I’m used to my Azris babies (so much coming for them, I promise), so I’m not too sure who to tag for Elucien, please lmk if you want on this tag list as there will be more for these two comin’ 💗 @mudandmire @astro-h0e-4azris @jules-writes-stories @pippsmcgee @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @secret-third-thing @buffy-vanserra @jon-snows-man-bun (think u might like this Elain lol) @fingerpoppingood @iftheshoef1tz @nus4y @ninthcircleofprythian

If you want to see Lucien crashing because Elain gave him road head then you can read Collateral Damage for that bit lol 💗

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Nesta Archeron

The world was beautiful, and she was so grateful to be in it. To be alive, to be here, to see this. She stuck out a hand over the railing, grazing a star as it shot past, and her fingers came away glowing with blue and green dust. She laughed, a sound of pure joy, and she cried more, because that joy was a miracle.

Nesta Archeron, fierce and bold and wonderful. The Kingslayer, a Queen of Queens, Lady Death. A girl who knew hatred by its true name, who slept with fear in her arms, who made mistakes and fucked up, and is still worthy of love.

Worthy of love.

Nesta is not by any shot perfect. She has made countless rude remarks and several poor choices. But she is portrayed as a flawed characters, and I adore her all the same. This post is not anti Nesta, but I am not blindly defending her mistakes, either. That being said...

For the first few chapters of ACOTAR, we see Nesta treating Feyre harshly, shaming her for having sex with Isaac Hale, remarking on the state of her body, insulting her scarce knowledge. She belittles her youngest sister constantly, makes her feel so awful that our sweet Feyre carries Nesta’s hatred with her everywhere. 

Is this okay, by any twisted means? No.

Nes was not incapable of opening her heart; she cared deeply for Elain, and it was said she would do anything for her. Elain is equally at fault here, if not more so, but this is not her post and I will write of her another time. So Nesta stood by while her littlest sister was sent to her death, her misery for none but herself. Nesta is under no obligation to fawn over Feyre, but I do think she might have been civil at the least. 

In the midst of ACOTAR, we learned Nesta had tried to seek Feyre, to save her from Prythian. That, no matter the bitter comments, Nesta went in the cold and icy and dark with a mercenary to try and find her sister. She left Thomas Mandry because she realized he would have not gone to Prythian. 

Nesta’s soft, warm heart makes it first appearance, a bit of light to wash away the memory of her hatred. Does it justify her actions? Absolutely not. But we do realize Nes cares more for her youngest sister that she ever let on, and that cannot count for nothing.

That gentleness never shows again, replaced in favour of a merciless tongue and sharp disdain. We see the Inner Circle attempt to make peace with Nesta.

Mor made her attempt, complimenting Nesta’s dress, and in turn, she was shamed for her own revealing clothing. To Mor, who was so often ridiculed for her “slutty” clothing, this would have hurt impossibly.

Rhysand tried at civility, making idle conversation, and he was shunned instantly.

Cassian teased and joked with her; this was his way of saying “I’m friendly, I won’t hurt you.” His smile was a ressurance. His laughter was a tether.

I’m not saying Nesta was supposed to instantly embrace the IC. I’m simply saying they tried with her; they extended their hands and love. You cannot blame them for being hurt at her constant hatred. 

In ACOSF, we see the return of cold, cruel, heartless Nesta. She is drinking herself into a stupor and going home with strangers every night; these are not bad things. Sex is healthy and fun, and drinking is fine so long as it’s done responsibly. But they’re awful coping methods.

As someone who fiercely loves Nesta and relates to her, it was truly good of Feyre to intervene. If my own little sister hadn’t involved herself in my trauma, I’m unsure if I would be alive today.

Was Nesta right to be angry? Yes.

Did I wish the IC had left her alone? No.

Nesta may have fucked up, but she learned for those mistakes. The very first time she admits she loves someone, it’s to Feyre. When given the choice to run, she stands her ground to protect fiery Gwyn and lovely Emerie. She makes her apologies to the Inner Circle, and while I agree she does not have much to be sorry for, if apologizing will bring her peace, she has every right to it.

I began as a Nesta anti, who hated her with my whole being. She claimed to be unlovable, people loved her anyways; I was jealous. I have always been proud and furious, and my family hated me for it. I, like Nesta did, do not believe myself to be worthy of kindness. It just never occured to me I might be able to forgive myself for my trauma. 

So while Nesta did some awful things, I can understand her. I can love her and hold her accountable. I can defend her and admit she was wrong. Being a Nesta stan means forgiving what Nes did to deal with her trauma, and it means adoring how far she’s come.

We can’t live off our hatred forever. Nesta made peace with her past. I think it’s time the fandom does the same.

Nesta Archeron is worthy of friendship and her younger sisters.

She is worthy of her mate, who will give her the world on a chain, or perhaps a bed.

She is worthy of kindness and happiness and respect.

She is worthy of love.

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Elaine Hendrix

Article by Lauren Weigle

Photo by James Acomb

Not many people are both smart and good-looking.  It’s usually one of the two, but if you throw in talented, funny, and sincere as well, then you’re probably talking about Elaine Hendrix. She’s sort of a cross between the sweet girl next door and the slutty bitch at the head of the lunch table…Or maybe she’s a cross between the brilliant hard-ass know-it-all and the goofy class clown…Or maybe that’s just some of her alter egos waiting to make their next appearance on screen.  From comedic to dramatic roles, this firecracker can do it all.  Let’s see what this saucy chick has to say for herself…

In movies like The Parent Trap, Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion, and Superstar, you always play the gorgeous villainess.   What attracts you to these roles?

Being bad is fun. I rarely allow myself to act that bitchy in real life, so it's the chance to let my alter ego fly. It's funny to watch people react to me as if I might actually be the same in "real life." There are times I've gotten some good prankster mileage out of it.

Ha. I bet. So, why do you think you pull these characteristics off so well?

I'm not afraid to be mean and enjoy it. Comedy is largely about not being afraid to look and act as ugly and ridiculous as possible. I enjoy seeing how many varieties and levels of "evil" I can create. My eyebrows certainly help.  

Oh do they? (I smile.) Okay, rewinding to the beginning of your career, tell me about all of your background in dance.

I've danced my whole life - still do. I discovered dance as a serious art form when my mother and I moved to Atlanta, GA, and I attended a performing arts school. I was classically trained in modern and jazz. It's the foundation of my professionalism and discipline, not to mention a [bleep] load of fun.

So, I have to have you tell me about this one… I know you were a hip-hop dancer in an MC Hammer video.  Was it for Can’t Touch This?

Ha! I wish. I don't even remember the name of the song. I do remember having mixed feelings about it because it was kind of a slow song (boring!) but it was MC Hammer (exciting!) We filmed in a historic hotel in LA. That part was cool too. I was the honorary "white girl with black girl moves" in numerous early rap videos. Ahh, youth.

Well, what do you like to do when you aren’t stunning people with your looks, talent, and “Hammer time” moves?

I'm stunning them with my smarts, charm, and "Benatar" vocals.

Yuh oh.  (I joke.)So, aside from your “Benatar” vocals, you have a serious passion for animals as well. Tell me about some of your rescue escapades.  

Working on behalf of animals is my greatest passion. I would give anything to not have a reason to do the work, but there's a deep, urgent need for it. I'm entirely committed to it… so much so that I am a founding member of the organization Animal Rescue Corps. (Shameless plug: www.animalrescuecorps.org )  

Give me some more shameless plugs.  Let’s talk about projects you have in the works, pre-production, post-production, etc.

How about we keep talking about animals instead?! They are FAR more interesting. (Shameless plug #2: www.elainehendrix.com )

Ha ha.  Sorry, your ridiculously long resume of roles and acting gigs makes it impossible, especially accomplishing so much in the last couple years.  

Thank you. The curse of the actor (aka the wounded child) - it takes effort for me to stop and appreciate all my diligent work, because there's an ever present drive for "more" and "the next." I think that's why pretty much anyone and everyone gets into this business..."enough" is never really "enough," and the insatiable quest for it to be becomes addictive. So, basically what I'm trying to say is, "Hi. I'm Elaine. I'm work-a-holic."    

Running down the list, what truly stands out to you as a memorable moment… or moments?

Wow. Way too many to choose from. They run the gamut of icons I've met and had the honor of working with, to getting compliments from other actors I admire greatly, to being hit on or propositioned by married men (AND women), to experiences I would rather eat glass than relive....on and on and on. It's never a dull moment in LaLaLand.

Married men AND women, huh?  Wait, I’m getting off-track.  So, tell me about some of your work as a producer?

As an actor you are regularly at the mercy of other people's decisions, which are too often subjectively personal or completely random. Getting involved behind-the-scenes gives me a chance to help create my own opportunities. It's a lot of work though, and a less significant part of my life. My greatest credit will be helping to "produce" Animal Rescue Corps.

What made you decide to get behind-the-scenes and take on production roles in the first place?

It's another something I've basically done my whole life. Leadership. Organizing. Creating. Team work. Putting pieces of the puzzle together. I put on shows when I was a little girl, and then I made some of my first pay checks producing live events when I was in high school. Now I produce independent movies and I'm developing other projects. I've always produced in one form or another.      

All right.  Let’s focus a little on your acting again.  You’ve been involved with your fair share of comedies.  Aside from the obvious reasons, why are comedies such a pleasure to be a part of?

I LOVE to play. I love to be child-like (which is totally adorable and not to be confused with child-ish, which is totally annoying) and play with other people willing to be child-like too.  I also LOVE being physical. A strong female role with good physical comedy...nothing like it. They're just unfortunately rare.      

Do you feel more comfortable acting in a comedic role rather than the more dramatic?

They are equal to me. The difference lies more in the types of characters rather than the genre. I'm in my zone when I'm playing women who are "top dog" at what they do whether it's actual or delusional.  

Okay, if you were to create your own sitcom or show, what would be the premise, the plot?

Funny you ask. I have been creating shows and have already started pitching one of them with a phenomenal Executive Producer attached. Keep your fingers AND toes crossed that you see them on TV or the web...and then we can do a follow up interview about this moment. (She smiles.)

Sounds like a plan.  So, what do you feel makes a funny show truly a success?

Sincerity. The more actively sincere a character is with their point of view and what they are desperately trying to get out of their own little world - the funnier it is. Same thing with the situations they're in.

Do you ever feel like your real life is somewhat of a sitcom?

If only. No, it's my blessing that my life is more like a Greek Tragedy, where I play all the characters, including the  chorus...the ENTIRE chorus...constantly commenting on what is going on with me, particularly inside my own head.

But, are all your problems solved in 30 minutes?

Only the sexual ones...and then I have 25 minutes to rest before the next problem hits.