Dee Moyza

Title: "What's So Great About Sunshine" (200 words)
Fandom: Transistor
Character: Red, Blue
Rating/Warning: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Summary: Predictable weather and a predictable public leave them both feeling trapped and alone, unaware of each other and what they have in common. (Pre-canon, pre-meeting).
Notes: Cross-posted to drabble_zone

Auden knows that he has lost again, even before he opens his eyes and sees the sunlight streaming through his apartment's ill-fitting blinds.

It has taunted him daily for months, now, no matter what buttons he presses on the terminals around town. It's there, jabbing spears into his brain whenever he's hungover; it's there, shining on injuries from hard-fought bouts. It's there today, reminding him that, in a city where, supposedly, everyone has a voice, his is never heard.

He gets up, grumbling and shielding his eyes, desperate for a change in the weather, wondering what's so great about sunshine.

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Red looks out her window at the blue sky overhead, but she doesn't feel much like smiling.

She's given her fans what they want, happily; but want about what she wants? She doesn't necessarily mind writing and singing pleasant songs, but life is more than flowers and sunshine, especially in Cloudbank, where the city's ideals depend on compliance, on the many becoming one, in thought and in action.

She sighs, knowing she can't yet say what she feels, for nobody's ready to listen. She can only wait for a change in the weather, and wonder what's so great about sunshine.

Since I first played the game, I've been fascinated by this design on some of the windows in Transistor:

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It's most notably seen in Fairview, but it also appears at the Empty Set. While it is most likely just a very pretty motif, my overeager little brain can't help inventing stories for it. Perhaps it is the personification of a virtue, or of Cloudbank, itself. Or perhaps it has a spiritual connotation: I can't help noticing the plant life in the clouds, and the city inverted beneath. A personification of the Country, perhaps? Or of some sort of deity? There's no indication of what religion looks like in Cloudbank, but Wave Tennegan having been a vicar suggests that it's not entirely absent.

While I'm definitely mulling over interpretations and their implications for headcanons (and possibly future use in fics), I decided to pursue one interpretation in visual form. I present to you the WIP of "Our Lady of Cloudbank":


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I have to fix the dress, color it (arrgh!!!), and add a background, but I'm pretty satisfied with the way it's turning out. Though I do not consider myself an artist, per se, I do so enjoy dabbling in it when the mood strikes. :) I finally got a small tablet to work with, and learning how to use drawing/editing software is really fun (though a bit frustrating at times). I don't know how long this will take me to finish, but I'm decently proud of the progress I've made so far. :D

Title: "Anticipation"
Fandom: Transistor
Characters/Pairings: Sybil Reisz
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Sybil prepares to welcome Red to the Sandbox
Notes: Cross-posted from 100words.

Sybil's hands trembled as she fluffed the cushion on her hammock. Everything had to be perfect; in a few hours, Red would be here — shocked, crying, but hers, at last. That pesky bodyguard would finally be out of the way, disappearing before their eyes, and in the ensuing confusion, she would take Red by the arm and lead her back here, to grieve, to heal, to realize who truly loved her. If she could grab the Transistor as well, great, but a few lines of code would lock the others out, and her and Red in their own little paradise.

Title: "Waking Up in the Country" (100 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Character: Farrah Yon-Dale
Summary: In her capacity as a skypainter, Farrah worked with every color she could imagine. The colors outside of Cloudbank, however, went far beyond that.
Notes:Cross-posted from 100words

She'd painted the sunsets, once. She'd created enchanting romantic evenings, tranquil morning skies, blazing orange solstices. Whatever the people asked of her, she delivered, with grace, with passion, with every color imaginable at her fingertips.

But Farrah could never have dreamed up the colors she saw when she opened her eyes now. The gold of the wheat that tickled her skin, the endless blue spreading overhead, the weather-beaten red of a building far away.

These colors filled her heart, and broke it; she instinctively knew they were not hers to touch, or control. Alien, unknowable – yet, somehow, deeply, achingly, familiar.

Written for GYWO Yahtzee. Prompt Set 1

Title: "Provocatrice" (500 words) [AO3]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Sybil Reisz, Red, Asher Kendrell
Prompt: Musky
Summary: A "special occasion" turns out to be a special person, and a clear indicator of where Sybil stands in Red's life. Sequel to "Let the Rain Fall".

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Written for GYWO Yahtzee. Prompt Set 1

Title: "Presentable" (500 words) [AO3]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Sybil Reisz, Royce Bracket
Prompt: Bossy
Summary: Sybil tries to make Royce presentable for a Cloudbank function, but he is not particularly cooperative. (Inspired by the last image in this Tumblr post.)

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Written for GYWO Yahtzee. Prompt Set 1

Title: "Let the Rain Fall" (500 words) [AO3]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Sybil Reisz, Red
Prompt: Damp
Summary: Sybil's gift is less-than-enthusiastically received.

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Title: "Summer Rain" (2,312 words) [AO3]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: Teen / No warnings apply
Characters: Red, Subject
Relationships: Red/Subject
Summary: A rainy-night stroll leads to another juncture in their relationship. Pre-canon, one-shot, fluff.

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