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

Ao3


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.
dragonimp: (Default)
I've been busy and stressed and have had so few evenings at home that I haven't wanted to put anything onto the ones I do have, but - I realized I also seem to have an aversion now to the chat room.

Sorry, anyone who's still here and actually reading this. I know I'm only making things worse for myself with the whole talking to people thing.

Anyway

Nov. 25th, 2015 10:22 am
dragonimp: (Oh noes!)
(Reposting from tumblr)
Things had gotten busy with work and getting ready for Thanksgiving and all, but we were managing all right, even might be getting things done on time for once -

- and then my mom busted her shoulder.

It was just one of those freak accident things that really doesn’t seem like it should have this much impact, but there we are. She’ll be all right, but now she can’t use her left arm for about 5 weeks.

So much for, y’know, doing stuff. You don’t realize just how many things you use two hands for until you suddenly can’t. Now it’s pretty much me doing stuff like cooking and laundry and dishes, as well as driving to Kaiser, moving the plants because a frost is predicted, etc. It doesn’t help that I’ve been working early shifts and got up at like 5 this morning, after going to bed at nearly midnight. I feel like it’s about 3 hours later than it is and I’ve stayed up past my bedtime.

But we did get cranberry sauce made (and fermented!), and pumpkin pie, and I had made mini doughnuts yesterday before everything went sideways. And we made some almond butter keto bombs.

(One of the things I was going to do today was catch up some on tumblr before the long weekend away, but - yeah. Not happening. I’ve I’ve missed anything major or important I apologize, social media and I have barely been nodding to each other in the hallway the last several days.)

(Also I am more than grateful to my manager for giving me Black Friday off, which I hadn’t even hoped to ask for, because retail, and OMG this is even more of a blessing now, because Mom wouldn’t be able to drive the Fit with a busted shoulder and is still having a hard time with things like, y’know, getting dressed. Busted shoulders suck.)
dragonimp: (laundry)
Just made a donation to a local food bank to honor a certain goddess. I wasn't kidding about thanking the gods.
dragonimp: (Collared)

Title: Collared: Chapter 11: Eye of the Storm
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, master/slave
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none
Summary: "What are you going to tell them at your debriefing?"


One might think they had something to hide )
dragonimp: (snuggles)
This is one of the most self-indulgent things I've written but it didn't turn out too bad, so why not. It follows Serpent's Gold.


Title: Prelude to a Dance
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, AU
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none
Summary: "Fancy meeting you here."

That wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for. )
dragonimp: (Default)
I realize this isn't a new problem. But it's worse now for various reasons. I seem to have lost just about every friend here I did have to changing platforms and interests, or to my own actions. And while intellectually I know it's mostly due to the former, I'm always afraid it's because of the latter. And while in the first instance you can probably reconnect, in the second that's creepy and stalkerish because the person just wants to be rid of you but polite society won't let them say that directly. And that's always in my mind. Constantly. I'm always convinced that I fucked up in some way or have become someone they don't want to associate with anymore and I would be being obnoxious and clingy and irritating if I contacted them in some way. Because I'm pretty sure that in some cases that is the case, that I fucked up or got obnoxious or in some way became a person they don't want around, and my only hint to this is that I've been unfriended or just that I'm being ignored. I miss you guys, I miss having friends and people to talk to in general, but I don't know how to deal with this. I'm terrified of fucking things up again, of alienating more people. I'm terrified of being that obnoxious clingy person who can't take a hint. I have no way of knowing if a person doesn't really want anything more to do with me but social convention prevents them from saying so, or if they're just busy and absent minded, and I'm terrified of being wrong. And I know this isolation is my own doing but again, I don't know how to fix it, because I'm terrified of making things worse. I'm stuck in this place where I've lost all my old friends and I can't make any new ones because I'm always terrified that no one really wants to hear from me.
dragonimp: (fanfic)
I just noticed a message in my inbox that Prices didn't crosspost to LJ due to size. I don't know why it's only telling me this now (message is dated a week ago) when I posted the fic back in May, but I'm amused that after 10 years in fandom I finally have a fic that exceeds LJ's posting limit.
dragonimp: (Default)
Anyone still using the comms for fic? I've sorta gotten apathetic lazy and haven't bothered to post notices for my last two fics.
dragonimp: (One of those days)
Title: Hope is a Waking Dream
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, soulmate AU
Pairing: Roy/Ed, Ed/OC
Warnings: none
Summary: But some parts of the past were not so easy to sweep away.

I've got you. )
dragonimp: (Oh noes!)
Title: Mother Arc: Chapter 23
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: PG
Genre: family saga
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none
Summary: "You're not so magnanimous that you'd go to all this trouble for just scraps of knowledge. So what is it?"



I had to know. )
dragonimp: (One of those days)
In regards to my last two posts, I feel like I should explain that I have just finished up three weeks of working 6 days a week, and my days "off" really haven't been days off at all. They're my only days to do laundry, run errands, cook, and other stuff that I need for the week, I spend one of them out buying a car, and this Saturday is Art Walk, so we've also been preparing for that. Then, of course, there's my brother's baby. Whom I haven't even been able to go up and see.

I feel like all I do here anymore is bitch and moan so I'm not going to go into the rest of it.

Family news

Oct. 3rd, 2015 03:47 pm
dragonimp: (snuggles)
Reposting from tumblr:

I am officially an aunt. My poor sister-in-law went in labor on Oct 1st, late morning or early afternoon depending on how you count it, and the baby was born today (Oct 3rd) at 2:59 pm. I can’t even imagine.
dragonimp: (Default)
I just watched someone get into a long, heated argument about how the term "homosexual" is insulting and you should stop using right now and you should just use "gay" but how dare you call yourself gay when you've stated elsewhere that you're pan and while you're at it don't ever use q*eer (censorship theirs) because it's a slur you should just use gay. (Which is also a reclaimed slur.)

I don't even think I can blame this on tumblr, this person just needs to take a breath and step away from the internet for a while.

A long while.
dragonimp: (Ghost flamel)
I split things into three different albums to give it a little organization. Here was our weekend:

SacAnime general
SacAnime General


SacAnime 2015 Shipper trash
SacAnime Shipper Trash


SacAnime 2015 bonus content
SacAnime Bonus Content
dragonimp: (Ghost flamel)
I started the new job, and it's going fine, although right now I am *ahem* a LITTLE BIT peeved at my schedule being changed from a 6:00-10:30 (that's AM, folks) shift to a 4:30-9:30 (PM) yesterday without my knowledge, but other than that. I'm working in the print center at the local OfficeMax, so I get to work with printers and trimmers and laminators and binders (when I'm not working the floor or the cash register). And yeah, I'm horribly under-employed, but at least it's money coming in. I'm still adjusting to the new schedule, which is why I've been even more MIA than usual. I've been spending the majority of my free time making food or working on a sewing commission I need to finish up and have barley sat down at the computer.

And also, last weekend was SacAnime and we had a blast! I mean, the panels all looked lame, there was no art gallery, and the Dealer's Hall and Artist's Alley were in the same room (which is still think is a poor design), but 75% of the reason I go to cons anymore is to hang out with folk and that was awesome. Tierfal is amazing and sweet and the most adorably huggable Ed you ever saw, and I got to meet Mthaytr and Inkdropfox (who IS Alfons Heinderich), and we took lots of shippy pictures and generally goofed around. (Some of which you've probably seen if you're on my Facebook, because tumblr mobile's latest update apparently decided to turn on the crosspost feature without telling me. ^^;) I'm in the process of putting them all up on flickr and I can link the albums here, too, if anyone's interested. AND ALSO I got to meet Hacha who gave me arts!!! These ones!! Everyone was super sweet and we all had a great time.

Still playing catch-up with Life. Hope everyone is doing well, and I'll try to peek in a little more. I'm also trying to find some time to write, because it's been a little too crazy and my fics have all decided to hit complications all at once.

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