Rivestra's Ramblings

I didn't default on Kink Bingo!

::pants::

Bless you sublimatedangel for the last minute out of the blue beta; your suggestions really strengthened this. And bless varkelton for being my rock. Also, bless work for not paying very much attention to what I was doing all morning.

Title: Breathtaking(ly Stupid)
Author: rivestra
Rating: mature to explicit
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Pairing: Tony Stark/Other, Tony Stark/Bruce Banner
Warnings: Unsafe sexual practices. Interpretable as suicidal behavior (YMMV). For my breathplay square.
Length: 1800+ words

Summary: Tony takes "self abuse" to a truly Starkian level; that's something Bruce could get pretty angry about.

Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.

( Story's this-away... )

Apparently, today is the Amnesty Deadline for Kink bingo.

Apparently, nothing I've written in the last year qualifies for my card.

Apparently, I never even managed to post my card this year.

Apparently, I desperately need prompting.

Pretty, pretty please, oh flist, prompt me?

Gimme a random prompt (e.g. character(s) x and grid ref A1 to E5) or peek at my card under the cut for something specific. Or both.

Ack, I say again, ACK.

( Peek )

{ETA: I have been reliably informed that the amnesty deadline is still a month away and that I was looking at last year's date, to which I say \o/ \O/ \o/}

Apparently, it's been 10 years since Canadian Shacks first started popping up all over the fanish countryside. Wow am I getting old.

cesperanza's hosting a 10-year anniversary party and I have erected a shack to help celebrate (well, two, technically, but caring about such technicalities seems a bit silly, given the context).

Of course it's in a fandom no one I know watches... ya'll should be getting pretty used to that by now. AWSOME bonus ASCII art provided free of charge (yes, I'm oooooollllldddd).

Read on AO3. ( Read here on LJ )

Endnote: Even my crack tries to turn serious. Sorry. I'd apologize to the B52's, but they don't seem like the kind of people who'd mind. Many thanks to snarkgoddess for the lightening beta.

~ Fic Index ~

So... icons.

Of kittens and puppies in the snow?

Yeah, I don't know why either.

Enjoy? (And please feel free to use 'em!)

1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

11. 12. 13. 14. 15.

16. 17. 18. 19. 20.

21. 22. 23. 24. 25.

It's Yuletide!!!

::bounces happily::

::stresses::

::shakes it off::

Yay, Yuletide!

I've been meaning to write one of these every year and this year I finally did:

( My Dear Yuletide Writter Letter )

Title: Trouble on the Way (aka Apocaglee)
Author: rivestra
Rating: er… R? (Mature, but not terribly explicit)
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Lauren Zizes/Noah Puckerman
Spoilers: Through the end of Glee Season 2
Warnings: The end of the world and the kinds of things that go with it; 17yo het sexin'
Length: 6,560 words (+ a 550 word Coda)
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.

Summary: Things got worse after Nationals.

A/N: Written for Apocalyptahon 2011 (actual prompt in endnotes). I hope it suits, escritoireazul – it sure has been fun ending the world for ya! (Even if Lauren and Puck were not [oh-so predictably!] terribly interested in doing what I said!)
Many, many thanks to my darling betas snarkgoddess, denyce and varkelton - they make everything I write so much stronger (love you guys!).

Read on AO3 ( or here on LJ )

::bounces::

My SG1 story With No Thought to Shame has been nominated for a Gatefic Award!



There are a ton of great fics nominated, so go check 'em out!

I comment fic'd again. It's always hard for me to resist a good apocaprompt.

This one's Doctor Who (which, for those of you keeping track, is another new freaking fandom for me).

Let's say it gets a PG13 for depressing themes. (And thus, you are warned.)

( Read )

In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Post this on your LJ if you know someone who has or had cancer. 93% won't copy and paste this, will you?

Wow. I can't believe that I don't have any pics of my dad on the computer (but so sayeth the file search).

I miss you, Mommy.

::mentally pushes strength and love out to those still fighting::

::shoots more commentfic into the abyss:: (And no, I have no idea where it's all coming from. I've added more than thousand words to Winsync in the last couple of days too.)

summerofsoaps asked for BtVS/AtS, Angelus, the apocalypse is never as great as you expect it to be

Zombies, Angelus muttered to himself, were supposed to be fun. He had that on good authority.

He watched them lumber around the quad, their movements slow and clumsy. Stupid. It made absolutely no sense that they kept catching students to feast on, but catch them they did.

A fine mist of gray matter swirled in his nose like heavy fog. Blood and viscera covered the cobblestones. Angelus felt a twist of homesickness in his gut and tried to welcome it, but the damn zombies were determined to ruin that too, vapid beasts hunched over everywhere he could see, whining about brains-this and brains-that.

He tore the head off one when it bumped into him, not giving a fuck that they were supposed to be on the same side.

Hell, I brought them into the world, I can damn well take 'em out. The thought made him giggle, and he stalked across the quad toward the science department, humming jauntily and ripping heads off all along the way.

A feral grin flashed across Angelus' face, frightening a student as she ran past, if not the idiotic zombies she fled from. Plans change; his partners in the Watcher's Council would just have to understand that.

Maybe he could find a way to make zombies fun after all.