Hi, I'm Cesare / Almostnever.

I'm cesare at Dreamwidth and I hope to primarily interact with people there as the system comes out of beta. Add me on Dreamwidth.

I'm also Cesare at InsaneJounal, but currently I'm not really posting there.

My fan fiction is currently kind of all over the place. I intend to centralize at An Archive Of Our Own when possible, but in the meantime, some of it is at almoststories and the rest is linked from this here entry right here.

My fic on almoststories is all tagged so it shouldn't be too hard to find things there.

( Here's the rest: )

Some additional ficlets, done for memes and such, aren't listed here; any entries with fiction are tagged fic, so they shouldn't be too hard to find.

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I realize that since it's the weekend, I'm probably not going to get any responses to this (yeah, because of the weekend, that's the ticket) but I was just rereading some of the "things about me" posts from toft and kanata and realizing that I haven't posted about my life much in a while, and some people might not know... or remember... who the heck I am or what my deal is.

So, hi! I'm Cesare. I took the name from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, a movie I love. Cesare is correctly pronounced Sheh-zar-ay but I kind of mangle it to Seh-zar-ay, myself.

My stats are: female, in my early thirties, Caucasian, cis, able, bi, married. My husband is Laurence. I live in California. I have two cats, Egyptia and Clovis. If you know where those names are from, I'll make you an icon of whatever you choose.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I won't be offended by any queries though I may not answer some randomish things-- for example, I try not to give out my date of birth because it's too specific. Although I'm not working right now, when I did work, it was a profession that meant I had a lot of RL info online, so I've previously been careful to the point of paranoia about giving out identifying info.

Still, you can ask anything, and if I'm not comfortable answering, I won't, nothing personal and no big deal.

Meme gacked from various:

Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you'd change. Something tiny (e.g. "and then Fay chose silver glitter instead of gold") or big (e.g. "and then Rose was arrested instead of Jack") and I'll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.

Sounds fun! Let's try it. :D

I was busy writing and posting my own story there until this morning, but today, I've been reading this session of casa_mcshep, the cohabiting-John/Rodney community. There's some fantastic fic there, including a busaikko story that's part of a gorgeously ouchy yet warm and fluffy series, lovely fanart, a wonderful one by mirabile_dictu, a schmoopy happy piece by Chelle, lots more, all worth reading. (Maybe even mine. ;-) Check it out!

Unrelated, but potentially interesting, I just came across this on Wikipedia: "The United States Air Force (USAF) uses the titles of "Vice Commander" (CV), or "Deputy Commander" (CD) for an officer who serves as the second-in-command for an organization above squadron level..." Hm, so Lorne potentially would be John's "CV" or "CD" rather than his "2IC" or "XO."

Title: Two Left Feet
Author: Cesare
Pairing: John/Rodney
Word count: ~2100
Ratings/Warnings: PG13. This story should be safe for people with triggers.
Summary: Domesticity on Atlantis: it's not all bigger beds and sparkly curtains.

He makes it back to the room with the appropriate level of decorum, but as soon as the door closes behind him, he's tearing off his boots and socks and rolling onto the bed...

Written for casa_mcshep.

# Rodney has paid attention, and in his analysis, women prefer men who look decidedly masculine with one feminine quality to throw the other, manly features into even sharper relief. Invariably, women who compliment Rodney mention his eyes, which in the mirror look to Rodney just like his mother's eyes, and his sister's. Ronon's many, many admirers wax poetic about his smooth skin. Rodney always wants to tell them Ronon's beauty secret is probably seven years with no time for frequent hygiene, racing around wearing an accidental mud mask for days on end. And with John, it's his mouth. Though this is where the theory falls slightly short, because John's mouth doesn't look feminine to Rodney. It's very full. Shapely. One might even say lush. But it's definitely a man's mouth, framed with manly stubble and smile lines. (Rodney hopes those are smile lines.) Rodney looks at it and looks at it, and shapely and appealing as it is, it just doesn't look feminine to him. This is what happens when one dips a toe into the murky waters of social science, even in the private auspices of one's own mind.

# And/or: the one where Rodney is a relentless quantifier of many things in his head, among them, his own orgasms. While coming, he simultaneously counts off the seconds to note the duration, and keeps track of how many spasms he experiences, which he mentally labels with the metric of "intensity." He may perhaps have the mental bandwidth to be able to keep tabs on such things because his orgasms with partners tend to be weirdly removed, not entirely satisfying. Then, after a breakup and an awakening, Rodney ends up trying things out with John. He goes in quite interested to see what his orgasm scale will measure this time, and comes to himself afterward buzzing and tingling and radiating goodwill toward man, even the stupid ones. He's wearing nothing but a shirt by a single sleeve, and he has no memory of his duration, let alone intensity. Distressing! And yet, even without his measurements, Rodney feels somehow certain that this orgasm, had it been quantified, might well have vaulted to the top of his spreadsheet on the matter.

VOTE FOR TEAM WAR in the drabble battle!

If you vote for us, you can prompt Lavvyan and get a drabble!

And you know what, I'll do the same thing! Vote War, prompt me, and get a drabble in return... I say to the cloud of dust left cartoonishly behind when everyone raced over to lavvyan's to get a drabble from her. :D

ETA: More good news! casa_mcshep is open! Domestic John/Rodney fic ftw!

I was so delighted with the fanart that chkc made for my winged Teyla, whining John drabble that I jumped at the chance when she offered me the linework to color in. :D :D :D It was fun! So here's my recolor of it!

( So cute! Thank you Chkc!! )

If you are, like me, in favor of warnings, and you have a story that you think may contain triggers, but you're unsure what to warn for, or how to word the warnings, or how to format it without affecting the reading experience for readers who prefer to know less going in... here's a possibility.

Warning: This story may be unsafe for people with triggers.

There. Done, with no angst over what/how exactly to warn; you've covered it. This option honestly does just take five seconds to apply.

For maximum consideration, specifics are better, in which case, here's a more detailed version.

Warning: This story may be unsafe for people with triggers. (<a title="Skip this Warning" href="#skip">skip</a>) <span title="This is a warning that is also a spoiler. Highlight to read." style="color:#000;background-color:#000;">Specific warning text goes here.</span> <a name="skip"></a>Summary:

Here's how that looks.

Warning: This story may be unsafe for people with triggers. (skip) Specific warning text goes here.
Summary: Summary goes here.

Screenreader-safe warning text courtesy amadi. (I made it black rather than gray because black is easier to see on a Mac.) The "skip" allows people using screenreaders to skip the warnings if they wish.

LOOK

LOOK

OMG

Teyla got her Grexelian personal wing apparatus courtesy of chkc!!!

Her little looooop! John's tearful pane! Rodney to the rescue with a handkerchief!

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ETA: War team totally gets bonus points for this, right? :D :D :D