because I'm better at brainstorming than writing anyway

[timepiececlock]

nabbed from jaina

If you make up titles for stories I didn't write, I will respond with details of those non-written stories.


fandoms covered so far:

Fullmetal Alchemist - Freedom Kittens
Princess Tutu - Reconstruction (spoilers!)
Harry Potter - Lazy Days (spoilers!)
Avatar: The Last Airbender - Nightblindness (spoilers!), Girl With The Weight Of The World On Her Shoulders, Five Buildings Zuko Didn't Burn Down (spoilers!)
Naruto - In a Forest Without Trees

Comments

Re: CURSE YOU, you should've done this --

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it creeped in. I won't think of the term "reconstruction" ever again without thinking of Hurricane Katrina and the Southern states. You could have meant reconstructing a soul, reconstructing a toy model, or reconstructing a relationship, but for me, it only means housing now.

I'm tickled by the idea that there must have been a transition phase before they went back to their oblivious lives without Ahiru or the story characters.

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But to his relief, it isn't like writing, especially not in the sense with which he is familiar; mistakes here risk crooked doors rather than crooked lives.

I like that. Also: the first thing I learned was how to hammer properly! And then I had to show other people. You'd be surprised how easy it is to hold a hammer completely wrong, considering it's the simplest tool in the box.

"Thank you," Fakir says, his voice warm. Even to his own ears, the words sound strange. Once, they would've echoed across Gold Crown alleys, swallowed by brightly colored, perfectly painted walls. "And a piece for the duck as well. She's been out for as long as I have."

I love this! This exactly what I was thinking of: that with the loss of the story, the townspeople would come together in a new way, a sort of unexplained wave of goodwill and euphoric freedom that they don't even understand themselves, given that they just had a huge "natural disaster".

I like that Ahiru reminds him not to slack off.

Upon all of this Ahiru gazes with longing, feeling as if she is watching Mytho and Rue dance all over again, as they had done once upon a time - but rather than the deft, liquid movement of their feet, she watches their hands, reads the callouses on their palms, and admires in them an earnest clumsiness that is so familiar.

Poor Ahiru. I really think the loss of her community as a girl is the saddest thing about going back to being a duckat the end of the show-- sadder and bigger even than losing a potential lover. She didn't just get separated from her dearest friend/crush/special person, she got separated from that whole LIFE.

Without a word, he resolves to build a house, an honestly constructed cottage that leans into the lake. He will never begin it until Ahiru can join him. In the meantime, he will continue his own work for her in the only way he knows how, until the grace is gone from his fingers and hands.

I like that. Tying this reconstruction and the building of something new to the building of their future, and the inkling hint that maybe this is the right story tack to take. That it shouldn't just be about bringing her back, but bringing her back FOR SOMETHING. And a house is a strong symbol with a grand literary tradition.