dragonimp: (Bedtime)

Title: The Hour of the Wolf

Rating: PG

Genre: angst

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Warnings: talk of depression, PTSD

For: “Vulnerabilities”


Ed stumbled out into the living room, his half-awake brain honing in on the incessant, obnoxious ringing that had woken him in the fuck-ass hours of the morning.  His feet propelled him forward as he went through his options:  he could ignore it and let Al deal with it; he could unplug the damn thing; or he could pick it up and see who it was like a responsible person.

He stared at the receiver that was now in his hand.  Guess he was going for option three.  Although now that the noise had stopped, the temptation to simply drop the phone and go back to sleep was strong.  But curiosity and the fact that so few people called—and never at this hour—finally won out, and he put the phone to his ear.  “H’lo?”


He blinked, startled awake another two notches.  He knew the voice on the other end, but something didn’t sound right.

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Okay, I am glad I went. Even with the migraine that's been steadily creating in all evening. More later when I don't feel half dead.
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I just sent 2/3rds of my comic books off to be donated. Then went and bought $50 worth of new comics. But I guarantee you the ones I bought are better than the majority of the ones I got rid of.
dragonimp: (laundry)

The listing is live!

Here's what I posted on my tumblr craftblog:

This did not start nor end with Orlando. In the wake of the tragedy I want to, in some small way, work toward keeping this sort of thing from happening again.

100% of the proceeds from these pins will go to support the Human Rights Campaign. Their mission statement:

The Human Rights Campaign and the Human Rights Campaign Foundation together serve as America’s largest civil rights organization working to achieve LGBTQ equality. By inspiring and engaging individuals and communities, HRC strives to end discrimination against LGBTQ people and realize a world that achieves fundamental fairness and equality for all.

The Human Rights Campaign envisions a world where lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer people are ensured equality and embraced as full members of society at home, at work and in every community.
dragonimp: (True love)
In more upbeat news, I so far have three sketches and two fics for RoyEd Week, working on a third. Sometimes you just need to escape.


Jun. 5th, 2016 12:19 pm
dragonimp: (fanfic)
Fanime 2016

For those who haven't seen it on Facebook or tumblr, Fanime happened. I was only there for two of the four days (I only asked for Saturday and Sunday off, because I knew I wasn't going to be the only one asking), but one of those days had the FMA meetup.

(BTW, the ONLY reason that dress was staying up Sunday was because Tierfal brought me toupee tape. The fabric had relaxed so much from the day before that just breathing was sending it creeping down.)
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I feel like this is everything wrong with tumblr fandom summed up in one clusterfuck of a thread. AKA this is why we can't have nice things.

I went from reading the initial post and thinking "yes this is a very good post that raises interesting points I think I'll reblog it" to "holy shit I ain't touching that if you paid me".

To be clear, tumblr didn't create this kind of attitude and mentality. But it gave it the perfect breeding ground with no checks and balances and no way to put the breaks on anything.
dragonimp: (True love)
This is set to post on tumblr tomorrow morning, but I'll put it up here a little early. ('Early' since it's still technically Thursday where I'm at.)

some angst for 520 day )
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(I can't believe I'm wearing a DD and it fits what even is bra sizing)
dragonimp: (True love)
Title: Hazard on the Slopes
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: G
Genre: AU, romance
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none
Summary: "I dunno, there are worse ways to bump into someone."
Notes: Based on this prompt: "Person A is a really bad skier who accidentally collides with person B, a good skier. Person A feels really bad and sits with person B until the ski patrol comes."

It was a big mountainside, right? Plenty of room. At least that's what Roy had told himself. And yet, somehow, he was careening toward a collision with another skier and all he could do was shout out a warning. He didn't just crash into the small blond—he completely bowled the person over and sent both of them tumbling, skis and poles and limbs everywhere.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" He fumbled around in the snow, cursing the skis and those damn rigid boots. How did anyone move in these? He finally managed to extricate himself without doing too much damage and awkwardly reached a hand out. "Are you all right?"

The other skier didn't answer right away. From the long hair and short stature he'd been afraid he'd run over a child, but when the skier pulled his scarf down and pushed up his ski goggles he could see that this guy was at least in his twenties. That made him feel slightly less terrible.

"I think you broke my leg."

So much for that.

dragonimp: (faceplant)

File this under "WTF comments". It's on this fic and I'm still not sure how they're reading that into it. If I tilt my head and squint I guess I can kinda see where they might have taken that from, but I dunno, this seems like the reader bringing their own bias into play.
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On my days off I get so focused on must do all the things that I hardly sit down at the computer. And when I do, it's when I just want to zone out. I hardly ever think of posting anything anymore, anyway. It just doesn't occur to me.

I'm trying to do more writing, though. I've started bringing a notebook with me to work to write on my breaks. One advantage of writing in the notebook is the internet isn't sitting right there ^^;. Of course then I end up procrastinating on typing it up. But again, part of that is because I'm trying to do all the things and writing is still slotted in my head and "frivolous" time. Yeah, I need to do something about that.

(Also sometimes I have trouble reading my own handwriting.)
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I'm some ways I actually kinda hate the kudos system. I miss interacting with people and actually hearing what they think.
dragonimp: (Bedtime)

Title: Idiot

Rating: G

Genre: fluff, romance

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Warnings: spoilers if you haven't read this fic yet

Little ficlet that goes with this picture - takes place before the epilogue of Prices


Roy let his head fall back on the couch. His hands, heavy and alien-feeling still, rested in his lap. He knew this sort of thing just took time—years, in fact—but it was hard not to get frustrated.

A hand settled on either side of his head. "So how many glasses did you break today?"


Re: Fic

Feb. 29th, 2016 09:15 pm
dragonimp: (Ghost flamel)
Well, that seems to be a "no."

If you're still interested in fic from me it'll be over on Ao3.

Art will be on tumblr.

At this point it's just an extra hassle to crosspost with no real benefit.

Edit: turning the comments back on on LJ for this much.
dragonimp: (Ghost flamel)
Does anyone still read fic/look at art here? Looking at the last year or so, I'm kinda thinking it's not worth posting here anymore. But I'd like to get an actual gauge of whether I should bother to keep posting here or just keep it to Ao3 and tumblr.
dragonimp: (snuggles)
Tumblr is set to post this on Valentines, but you guys can have it early. Companion art for the fic Prices. Takes place before the epilogue, so kinda spoilers. Sumi ink.

Not a Valentine per se, just sappy )
dragonimp: (laundry)
I'm having that problem of having one bid deadline and then another big deadline and then another big deadline and having had so many things pushed off to the side that it's like - well, now what.

The holidays were - fine. Stressed and busy because retail, and I didn't get to see as much of my family as I would have liked because retail, but fine.

The way things went was, Greg and Steph were originally planning to only come down Christmas day, what with the baby and all. So we were only focusing on getting the front part of the house presentable/livable/guest ready. But then their plans changed and they would be coming down Christmas evening, staying the night, and visiting with my Dad Saturday evening instead of Christmas evening. Except I worked Saturday. And Sunday. And now we had to get the guest bedroom ready on short notice. The bedroom where we had been stashing a bunch of stuff from the living room because it wasn't (the bedroom) going to be used. With me working. And we aren't even going to get into my issues over New Year's.

But it was fine. Was it worth all the stress and headache? I dunno. I still kinda think the holidays can go fuck themselves. I hate the pressure, I hate the obligation, I hate the performance, I hate the stress. I don't know if it's worth it, if the "up" side is enough.

And that's not even getting into New Year's, which was also fine, but still a big ball of issues that I need to deal with or decide isn't worth dealing with and just suck it up and move on.

July 2017



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