dragonimp

Following along What Dreams May Come and Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On

Part I of II

( It's all gone to shit )

Sequel to What Dreams May Come, because this AU keeps breaking my heart and I need to share the pain:

Ed’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.  Mustang was waiting for him; his own hand clamped around Ed’s wrist as soon as it got close.  Ed stared up at him, found him smiling in a way he wasn’t used to, in a way that . . . he wasn’t sure what it meant.  He worked his mouth, finally found his voice.

“This . . . isn’t really a dream, is it.”

( Dreams )

If anyone was curious. Copy/pasted from tumblr:

Now that I’ve had a little time to collect myself and I’m not typing on my phone in the parking garage, here’s the deal with the art gallery.  These are the two pictures they put up.  Maybe because they were small; more likely because they’re consistent with each other.

Because that’s what they were looking for; a consistency, or a “brand,” to visually tie an artist’s work into a cohesive unit.  And - hah - if you’ve seen more than one or two pieces of mine, you’ll know my art is anything but.  “Varied” would be a polite way of putting it.  “Scattered and inconsistent” comes to mind.

And I know that.  I know I’m left of center.  I know I’m often to the side of what fandom is looking for or expects.  I know people often don’t know how to take my pieces.  I thought I could play in the sandbox anyway.  But in this case - I can’t.  The fact that I’m an oddball with no consistent style or technique or theme or anything means I’m not what they’re looking for - I’m not welcome.  Right now I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to submit a body of work and be accepted, because I’m just - too abnormal.

That’s the main issue.  The secondary issue is, nothing on the web site indicated that this would be a juried show.  It’s never been juried.  Past years it was show up, ask if there was space available, pay the fee, put your art up.  Two years ago they were doing good that they had a form for you to reserve a panel ahead of time.  We never got any kind of confirmation that it was reserved, we just had to show up and hope they’d gotten all the paperwork together.  So when I failed to get an email this year - I assumed it was the same thing.  But no.  Apparently the fact that I didn’t get an email was my rejection notice.  And nothing on the web site told us that.

The reason for this miscommunication was that the art gallery has changed hands.  Which is good, over all, because previous years really were poorly organized.  The woman running the gallery now is running it like all the other art shows she’s done - juried - and didn’t know we had never been juried.  Didn’t know that not getting a confirmation email was par for the course.  Assumed that we would assume that no email meant not accepted.

So yeah, today was not a good day.  Started with the zipper on my dress completely failing, and moved on to this.

Pretty sure this means I’ll never see hide nor hair of the piece that supposedly sold three years ago.

Picking up the two pieces today, I got the I-hope-you-submit-next-year line, which I know is supposed to be encouraging - but that's the problem. that's the kind of thing you say to be nice. I told her that what I submitted this year was pretty typical, so if they're looking for some sort of artist's brand or cohesive body of work... well... She told me they're judging it on a case-by-case basis, but if what I submitted this year wasn't cohesive enough, I don't see next year being much different. I'm not even sure I want to try.

Right now it's really kinda killed my desire to do any kind of finished art. Why even bother.

For 520 day:



( implied nekked behind cut )

Title: Mother Arc: Chapter 22
Author: dragonimp

Rating: PG-13
Genre: Family saga
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: mild gore
Summary: "I think we all know this area's biggest hot buttons, but you're more intimately familiar with those issues. I want you rooting this out before it blows up in our faces."

( he felt like he was still waiting to wake up from a nightmare )

I'm off Facebook (again) for the foreseeable future. I think I'm alienating people and it too easily becomes bad for my mental health.

Title: Collard: Chapter 9: Impending Blaze
Author: dragonimp
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Master/slave
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none
Summary: "But I'm dealing with more than mankind now, aren't I? At this point . . . I'm not sure I can assume anything."


( Al would tell him he'd been an idiot )

Title: Mother Arc: Chapter 21
Author: dragonimp
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Family Saga
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: some blood
Summary: "Something about this doesn't sit right."

( I keep feeling that I've missed something. )

For reasons that are probably obvious, this is another one that I didn't let cross-post:

( some people on FB still seem to think I'm respectable )

I had to usher one of my fur-babies off with Bast yesterday... Khaibit's health hadn't been good for several weeks, but we couldn't tell if it was something treatable or not. He would seem to get better, and then slip back. Well, the last couple days made it clear that this was a downward slide, and we made the decision to let him go peacefully.

I don't think I can express how much this cat meant to me. He's been my furry little toddler, my little brat, for 16 years now. At 16-17 years old, we knew he would likely be going soon, but it's always too soon.

Between this and getting really for Christmas, it's been pretty stressful around here, and I've let a lot of things slide. Now I'm stuck in a bit of a "now what?" place now that two major things have been lifted... there's still so much to do, and right now part of me really, really wants to say "fuck Christmas" because it's nothing but a bunch of stress.

I dunno. Maybe things'll get better after New Year's.