WIP meme

[deemoyza]

Swiped from runicmagitek because it seems like a lot of fun!

Rules. post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Comment with the title(s) that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

I don't actually have a folder specifically for my WIPs, but I hunted through the rest of my fandom/events folders and I think I rounded all of them up. I didn't realize I had so many! Feel free to ask about more than one project. :)

Final Fantasy VIII
[WIP] Where I Belong
[WIP] Fluffcember Ficlets
[WIP] Gunpowder and Blood
[WIP] Loose Ends
[WIP] Mercy
[WIP] Hands
[WIP] Q&Z
[WIP] 40-Love (tennis club AU)
[WIP] Meet Me at the End of the World
[Idea] Centra Hotel (hotel AU)
[Idea] Maybe I'm the Lion
[Outline] 4242

Final Fantasy X/X-2
[WIP] Walk in Shadow
[WIP] Shake the Lightning…
[WIP] Lulu/Luzzu fic
[Idea] FFX-2 AU where Lulu doesn't get married and joins the Gullwings, instead

Illusion of Gaia
[Idea] Kara in Angel Village

The Legend of Zelda
[WIP] What the Water Gave Us (OoT)

Transistor
[WIP] Frame Colors of Passion Against a Fading Sky
[Idea/Outline] Far From the Water
[WIP] Preston Moyle fic
[Outline] Tumblr request – Red and Blue
[Idea] Smoke Signals
[Idea] Minerva

Comments

[runicmagitek]

Oooo I'd love to see more for What the Water Gave Us and Preston Moyle!!

[deemoyza]

Certainly! Thanks for asking! :D

What the Water Gave Us

An OC-centric fic inspired by a prompt from Press Start, that requested Kakariko Village as a quaint town with a dark secret. The central character Thipa (who grows up to become the Graveyard Boy's mother), is born with noticeable facial asymmetry, and cast into the river outside the castle town by her own parents. She is rescued by Norak, Kakariko Village's blacksmith, and grudgingly nursed by the carpenter's wife. Norak raises her as his own, with the promise that she will never drink from the well.

As she grows, Thipa hears the legend of the man who lived where the well stands now. Another child believes he still lives down there, and grants their wishes in exchange for Rupees and food. Thipa's curiosity is piqued, and though she abides Norak's warning to not drink from the well, she can't help but peer inside from time to time. After witnessing the power of well firsthand, she is frightened, but as she matures into a young woman, life begins to test her strength of spirit and pushes her closer to whatever lives below.

Snippet time! Context: Thipa is returning from an early version of Dampé's graveyard tour when she spots Nefia, a woman with a badly ailing husband, standing at the well.

She was sorting the Rupees from the nuts in the pocket of her sweater as she passed through the tunnel connecting the graveyard to the village but stopped short when she noticed someone standing by the well. Moving into the shadows, she recognized the person as Nefia, and watched as Nefia drew a bucket of water from the well. She did not fill a jug with water, though, or even scoop any to her mouth; instead, she set the bucket on the edge of the well and stared at it for several moments. Then, moving her lips silently, she submerged her left hand in the bucket, up to the elbow, and winced.

A strange, weak light came from the bucket, and illuminated Nefia's face, which was twisted in pain. Thipa fought the urge to run forward and help her—Nefia appeared to know what she was doing—and simply sank further into the shadows, pressing herself against the wall of the tunnel and watching the disturbing scene unfold.

After some time, the glow faded, and Nefia relaxed, her features drawn. She pulled her hand from the bucket, pale and gnarled now, and clutched it to her chest. Finally, she tipped the bucket on its side and let the water flow back into the well, before turning away and staggering toward her house.

Thipa crept out of the shadows and approached the well. The bucket still sat on the edge, the last of the water inside dripping out slowly. She leaned forward and peered into the darkness, watching the moonlight glint off the surface of the water. With each drop returned to the well, the light danced and shifted to its own mesmerizing rhythm. Thipa could not have said when she noticed the light and shadows forming a shape, but the realization that a ghostly face was looking back at her from the depths of the well chilled her to her marrow. Still, she could not look away.

Anju's words ran through her mind, but the voice in which she heard them was unfamiliar.

Did you know this well grants wishes? Gives us what we ask for.

The face rippled, a grotesque grin splitting it from edge to edge.

Whatever we ask for, the voice continued, the water gives us… for a price. But it is only a pittance… a pittance for a wish.

Preston Moyle fic

I started this one as part of the 7 Days, 7 Stories event this spring. It's a fairly straightforward story chronicling Preston's life from the time he makes his selections, through his racing career, up to his run-in with the Camerata.

Snippet:

Preston Moyle liked to think he had a decent vocabulary, and a colorful one, at that. So colorful, in fact, that it excluded the word safe. He knew the word, and quite well, having heard it often growing up, usually immediately preceded by the word not. It was one of the earliest words he learned, and the first he discarded, once he discovered it was just another word for boring.

"I want to go fast, and I want to go far," he told the clerk at the Selection Office, leaning back in his chair and casting his arms wide. "I want to see every inch of this city, and then what's outside. There's got to be more than this, right?"

The clerk fixed him with a blank stare, then resumed typing his information into the system.

"There's got to be," Preston reiterated, then shrugged. "But no matter where I go, I want to push the limits at every turn. I want to see how fast a machine can go, then I want to make it go faster. I want to see how much speed a body can take. I want to fly, without ever leaving the ground!"

"Your enthusiasm is charming, Mr. Moyle," the clerk said in a voice that betrayed no enthusiasm of her own, "but you've neglected to specify your official selections."

"Machinery, of course! How else am I going to make a motorcycle that's up to my standards?"

"And?"

Preston's smile faded. "Well, my other selection's kind of specific… I'm not sure what category it falls in…"

"What is it?"

"I was wondering if there was some way to train my reflexes, and learn more about how they work. A bike's only as good as its rider, after all, and if I want to see how far I can push my physical limits, I probably should have a baseline to work from, so…" He cast the clerk a sheepish grin.

"Reflexes, got it."

"What? That's it? It's its own selection category?"

The clerk gave a sigh so heavy and drawn-out that Preston expected her to deflate on the spot. Her blank stare returned, and her voice sounded wearier than ever. "You'll be placed into the appropriate courses based on your interests and aptitude. I'm sure we can fit you into a basic physiology class somewhere. Now, if you'll just provide your signature, we can finalize your selections and get you on your way."

Preston signed his name with a flourish. The clerk printed out a copy of his selection record and handed it to him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Moyle. Expect to hear from educational institutions matching your selections within the next two to three weeks. Have a good day."

[runicmagitek]

Oooooooo I love your LoZ one!!! That's such an intriguing idea and both sad and horrifying. And Preston!! I'm in love with that clerk, too. Geez, can you imagine having that job?!

Thanks so much for sharing! And best of luck with all your WIPs 💕