[sticky entry] Sticky: Greetings

Jan. 1st, 2020 01:04 pm
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Hello! If you're here for the fanfiction, there's an archive below the cut. Many of these works are yaoi/shonen-ai, and some may be rated as high as NC-17. If this is not your cup of tea, then please leave. All entries will be clearly labeled, so proceed at your own risk. Comments and crits are always welcome. Flames will be deleted without comment.

Otherwise, feel free to browse! Friending is always welcome; but if we haven't interacted much, you might want to drop me a comment. If I don't recognize a name, I might not friend back ^_^.

Archive )
dragonimp: (One of those days)
In a very Stop the World I Want to Get Off mood. Holidays were very bittersweet, with having to take our kittygirl in on Christmas Eve and let her go. We knew it was coming, we knew when they found and removed the tumor that she wouldn't have long, but it's still never easy. But she had stopped eating and drinking and had an infection in her mouth so it was clearly time.

This on top of the stress of trying to coordinate schedules with family and the family visit itself, and being way behind on sending gifts out, and just generally ... not being happy with a lot of things right now.
dragonimp: (Default)
Image of Spanish text on the history of Beauty and the Beast, talking about the oldest known novel

These graphic novels have little brief histories of the fairy tale in the back, and this one says that in the oldest known written version of Beauty and the Beast, a novel by the french author Gabrielle de Villeneuve, the beast doesn't change back into a prince at the end of the story. Which makes me want to know then - how does it end?? I could find a few articles online talking about some of the other differences between Villeneuve's novel and later versions, such as the convoluted backstories she gave both the Beast and Beauty involving evil fairies, but I couldn't find one that talked about the ending.

(The original text is undoubtedly in the public domain, but am I motivated enough to find a translation? ... Maybe after the holidays.)
dragonimp: (faceplant)
Sooo since tumblr is on the way to a dumpster fire, maybe I should revive things and start posting over here again... anyone still around?
dragonimp: (Collared)
Title: Collard: Chapter 12: Eyes Wide Open
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, master/slave (though we’ve kinda left that behind at this point)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: blood, injuries
Summary: “It’s nothing the military doesn’t already have knowledge of,”

“We’re still getting reports from Yousewell that are . . . somewhat suspect,” Grumman said as he moved his bishop to block the path of Roy’s rook. “But Central doesn’t seem concerned. I don’t think they’ve even read the last two memos I sent.”

Roy took his time considering the board. “The last unit they sent out that way never made it.”

“Yes, and we know how that worked out.”


dragonimp: (True love)

Title: Marked
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none

Follow on to Stigma because I can't help myself.

Ed fought to keep from blacking out. The rubble and debris surrounding him only entered his awareness when it it dug into his side or scraped his hand as he shifted about trying to cling to the tiny thread of awareness. He was focused on one thing: Al. Al better be okay.

Because Ed was going to kill him.


dragonimp: (knockers)
Remember when Amazon thought I needed a little something extra to go with a dimmer switch?
why a dimmer switch tho )
eBay now thinks I need one to go with an ereader:
what are you insinuating eBay )
I think they're trying to tell me something.
dragonimp: (Oh noes!)
I think most everyone already has these, but just in case:

tumblr where I spend most of my time now because that's (sadly) where everyone is

twitter (might want to give me a poke if you follow me here because twitter is REALLY BAD about telling me)

facebook where I post next to nothing and generally just apathetically stalk people (but you can get me on the chat sometimes)

Ao3 where the fic now lives

Instagram 1 (personal)

Instagram 2 (shop)

I'll still keep up my sporadic posting here until I can't, but. Just in case.
dragonimp: (Default)
I don't know if anyone has taken time to read LJ's new ToS (I haven't), but there's a breakdown of some of the relevant parts over on tumblr. Particularly this:

So if I'm understanding this right - and it's entirely possible that I'm not since my attention span is shit for legalese
  1. our journals are now under Russian law

  2. ALL pornography violates that law

  3. "obscene language" violates that law

  4. anything containing politics they don't like could be deemed "extremist materials" and will be violating that law

It's very likely fanfic and fanart - especially gay fanfic and fanart - is now against LJ's ToS.

I honestly don't know what to do about this. All of my stuff is backed up on DW so I'm not worried about losing the journal itself. But DW is even more of a social deadzone than LJ is now.
dragonimp: (Oh noes!)
Crossposting from tumblr, because why not:

Had a dream last night that BONES released a follow-up movie to CoS, and somehow turned the bittersweet ending into an outright depressing one. Al died, I don’t remember what else, but nobody had a good outcome, and fandom lost its collective shit (as you do).

Woke up already plotting fixit fic and really confused. I have no idea why I was dreaming about this.
dragonimp: (Bedtime)

Title: Can You Feel the Silence
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWPangst
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none


It was the sound of the shower that woke Ed. It was so familiar and comfortable that he almost went right back to sleep, but some part of his brain woke up enough to follow the lazy Roy’s taking a shower with Roy’s not home.

He sat bolt upright and blinked around at the room. The lamp on Roy’s side was on. Roy’s uniform jacket had been flung onto the foot of the bed. Roy’s boots were sitting in front of the closet.

While Ed had been trying to force the evidence before him to make sense with his understanding of reality the water shut off. A moment later Roy stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajama pants and toweling off his hair. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”


This fic has been brought to you by sparkly ink and the fact that THE WORLD HAS GONE TO SHIT AND I NEED SOME PORN

dragonimp: (fanfic)
Title: Mother Arc: Chapter 24

Rating: PG

Genre: family saga

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Warnings: none


As soon as the nurse was gone they locked the door to the hospital room. Although “locked” was perhaps too mild a term—Ed fuzed the door with the wall.

Mei made a face at the machines and tubes and muttered about them being “barbaric” before she yanked the blankets to one side. Placing a hand on Roy’s stomach, she took a deep breath and settled in to focus.


*a wild fic appears*

dragonimp: (One of those days)
Anyone else need a break from politics but feel like they can't because so much shit keeps happening and if you turn your back the world the nation the world is just sort of going to explode?

In other but not unrelated news I think I finally don't have a migraine, which is significant since I've pretty much had one (low grade) since the inauguration. Literally. It started Friday morning, went through Saturday and the March*, kinda eased up Sunday evening, started in on the other side Monday and went through last night. Like. Trump taking office gave me a migraine.

Might see about editing some fic today, though, because I need a break.

*Just a tip, but please do not burn sage or anything else in a crowd, you do not know who among the many around you might have respiratory problems or sensitivities. In this case it was REALLY NOT HELPING THE NAUSIA AND HEADACHE. I appreciate the sentiment but please, just don't.
dragonimp: (snuggles)
Title: Yule Log
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, WaFF
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: sappiness
Summary: “Snow getting to you?”

Read on Ao3||read on LJ

For some reason Roy had tucked himself away in the front room, so Ed decided to be courteous for once and bring the cocoa to him. He found him sitting by the window, seemingly mesmerized by the flurry of snow outside.

“If this keeps up, we might be here longer than we thought,” Ed remarked. “I hope you planned for—ack!”

Without warning Roy grabbed him around the middle, pressing his face to Ed’s chest. Ed stumbled, juggling the mugs and somehow getting them safely to the windowsill without scalding either one of them. “Shit, Roy, I don’t actually want to dump hot liquid on you! What’s with you?”

dragonimp: (irritated)
Felt like shit the last several days, and I know a lot of it I hormones making everything worse, so I can't really judge how much of it is the usual the-holidays-are-shit problem.

But the holidays are shit.
dragonimp: (Default)
 On top of election results, I've had to deal with my period starting (yay hormones and cramps) and a low-grade migraine that started last night. Which means my plans for today got mostly canceled and I'm turning in early -_-.

Stay safe y'all.
dragonimp: (Default)
 Facebook isn't helped by the fact that I'm pretty much afraid to comment or say anything. Anxiety hit every time.  Kinda been unconsciously operating with the notion that it's better to be distant and for all intents and purposes friendless than to over-step and say the wrong thing (once again) and alienate people (again) and be actually friendless.
dragonimp: (Default)
 Facebook is too superficial, tumblr is too public, and this place is too depressingly dead, so the only time I get motivation to post anywhere is when I need to vent.

So yeah, I bottomed out a couple weeks ago from an overload of stress.  And it sucked.  And it still kinda sucks, just not all the time.  But my motivation to talk about any of it or post anything personal - here or anywhere - is pretty much zero.

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