update and omg

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ummm, HI! I'm alive!

- new therapist working out
- moved into a new apt
- have a bunk bed now (YAY!)
- had an interesting experience with an ovarian cyst
- returned to school
- rocked my editing class
- more stable, etc
- fiending for rpgs but what else is now
- SO INTO PRINCESS TUTU OMG

btw?
AWESOME VID, Princess Tutu, Slashy and Femmeslashy and Het-y and not really spoileriffic because dude that is one strange mindfuck of an anime and IT IS AWESOME. (the anime AND the vid)

GO NOW.

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[loligo.livejournal.com]

This is just an excuse to use my Neko-sensei icon. PRINCESS TUTU RULES.

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OMG IT DOES SO MUCH. SO MUCH. I JUST.

I WANNA FIC IT, 'CAUSE WHY HAVEN'T PEOPLE WRITTEN ABOUT FAKIR MAKING MISTAKES WHEN TRYING TO TURN BACK DUCK? WHYYY?


...and she rose on her new legs, or was it old legs newly returned?

Fakir writes, blushing madly as Duck's skin glows in the firelight. She is *happy* and he is *relieved*, even as he is kicking himself for not writing her with clothing, even as he is trying to keep his eyes on the manuscript but sneaking glances peripherally. He is glad to have succeeded in giving Duck a human form...or was it returning her her true form? But she smiles and the question loses meaning in the reality of her prescence. The swan-like creature approches him and says

"Honk." Fakir.

Fakir whips his head up. He and the swan exchange aghast expressions.

"Um," Fakir mutters.

"Honk," Duck agrees. She tries to waddle towards him but she is, if anything, more ungainly and ungraceful as a swan than she ever was as a human.

She is, if anything, more graceful as a duck than in any other form. Fakir's forehead furrows like a clenched fist; he still hasn't worked out the give and take of storytelling yet. The people he writes of are not yet fully real, so for the most part his fairytales never come true. (Yet, he hopes.) His stories, he was chagrined to realize, haven't yet learned how to dance. He was even more chagrined to realize that he needed to learn this dance from Duck, who dances her own story so truthfully and so faithfully that to dance anything else...she stumbles.

And Fakir stumbles too. This time, it is even his fault, and he bows his head and starts to write them back into rhythm.

"Fakir," she says, gently, confusedly. "Thank you, but," and here her legs wobbled, uncertain on dry land.

'I'm sorry,' he thinks, but he already sees in her eyes the forgiveness. He kisses the top of her head, ignoring the feathery tickles on his nose and the wet tickles in the backs of his eyes. She shimmers in front of his eyes, like mist and like sea foam, and he picks up her to return her to her home.

A couple hours later, they watch the sun rise. Her in the water, him on the pier.

Fakir sets down his pen, beckons to Duck, and sets action to word.



...granted I'd eventually give them success, but not without some incidences horrific, some incidences funny, some incidences dramatic, and some incidences with ducklings. ^_^ ::cackles::

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

hecatehatesthat once started a fic where Fakir succeeded in bringing her back, but she came back with no memory and it cost him a shard of his heart to do it. That's sort of a mistake, right? She never finished the fic though.

Here's a bunch of ones I liked: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=rashaka&keyword=Princess+Tutu+fic+I+love&filter=all

I'd love to read more of this line of thought. Mistakes great and small, all of it a denial of the fact that she is a duck... and yet she was once human too.

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oooo ficcy! ^____________________^V

I think I'll burrow through them once I finish this fic tho, 'cause I notice a distressing tendancy of mine to get distracted and not finish fic. ::wryyyyy::

Heh, and...ohhh, I kinda feel sorry for what I'm going to have them go through, but eh, no pain no gain right? ^_~

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

That's right.

I've always felt the end of the series was right and proper for the story, but tragic for these two characters. Because the theme of the second season was to fight your fate and achieve glory rather than happiness. Mytho and Rue fought their fate, but Fakir and Tutu ended up fullfilling their fate. And while they did get glory-- they alone, of all the characters that fought so hard, were forced to accept who they were in the end. They couldn't change it like the others had managed to. I found that so profoundly sad. Especially given that Ahiru is a duck and to deny that part of her is to deny her... and yet she was also a human, and I am a firm believer in the Last Unicorn philosophy that says once you spend time as a human, you can never go completely back to being the animal you were before, however magical. A part of you will always be human. And in that sense, Ahiru was jipped. She fought the hardest, and she saved everyone with Fakir, but she was forced backward. It's just so damn sad.

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::wry grin:: I found it perhaps melancholy, but appropos. In a way, I didn't feel that she was forced backwards, but instead into being a better 'her'...that for most of the series she was stressed out about being 'just a duck', but it was being willing to be fully herself that it seemed she had the best successes. Fakir is 'just a writer', but he's a writer who can shape realities. Duck is 'just a duck', but she's a duck who can communicate beyond her means and is more human (humane?) than most of her peers. =)