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“Ah yes, there are always a few weak minded deviants, Egeria was one herself after all. I guessed that she was defective, but not by how much.” She smirked, reaching down to coyly trail a finger under Malek’s chin, amused by his stubborn resistance.
“Your kind will be eliminated long before that happens. I alone spawn more in a single month than are left of your kind in the entire galaxy. It is a battle you cannot win.” It was a simple mathematical certainty even before the fleets and armies of the System lords were applied, only fools would try to resist that and she did not think this one a fool. Misguided perhaps, but she had ample tools to correct that.
“Why bother to resist? Surely it would be simpler to kneel and serve your Queen. Renounce the Tok’ra and spend an eternity at my side.”
Those words enraged Malek, for it was left to him out of all the Tok'ra to defend what Egeria had been in her last days, especially if this would surely be his end. He suspected that Astarte was only seeking to elicit an emotion him, but this was an attempt he refused to merely take for the sake of frustrating her plans.
His eyes blazed in a surge of indignant pride and he tilted his head to give her a satirical smile he did so enjoy giving the Goa’uld. “Egeria’s strength and vision lives, and for as long as it does we shall crush your young and turn away your Jaffa from beneath you. May the blood and flesh of your children feed the rebellion of your slaves.”
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“ Yes -- I know! I just need another minute... ” he called. He didn’t look away from the temple wall to see who the approaching footsteps belonged to -- but most likely it was Jack coming to hurry him along back to the stargate. Well, he’d just have to wait, now wouldn’t he? The walls of this place were incredible. They were covered in Goa’uld symbols, of course -- but this was a dialect he’d only seen once or twice before. One that, he suspected, was a much earlier version of the language than they’d come across yet. It was utterly fascinating. And there wasn’t a chance in hell he was leaving until he at least got all the walls on film...
But there was no answer. Daniel’s brow furrowed slightly. Silence wasn’t exactly Jack O’Neill’s thing. By now he’d have expected to get a snarky earful from the Colonel about wasting his time -- but there was nothing. Suddenly uneasy, Daniel lowered his camera and glanced back over his shoulder in the direction the footsteps had come from. All he could see was the same dark passageway behind him. Empty.
Well, this isn’t good, he thought ruefully. “ Jack? Is that you? ” he called, already knowing full well what the answer would be.
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“Cadman.” John called, jogging up to the redhead. She had been on vacation for a while and he was glad to have her back on Atlantis. Anyone who could annoy McKay as much as McKay annoyed everyone else was a welcomed friend. “How’s my favorite planet doing?” he asked.
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★★ CORRUPTED
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It wasn’t entirely unheard of for Senator Amidala to invite him to her apartment alone, though these days such proposals rarely lacked the inclusion of his former Padawan. Obi-Wan was no fool, the budding attraction between Anakin and Padmé as DANGEROUS as it was blatantly obvious. He’d lost count of the times he’d bitten his tongue in their presence, his hand firm on Anakin’s elbow even as he’d nodded graciously, thanking the Senator for her time and promising another meeting soon. He wasn’t naive enough to believe their formal assemblies were the only times Anakin had visited -- no, they were merely a front to keep suspicious minds sated, the curious eyes of the public seeing nothing more than three friends meeting to discuss politics amid pleasantries.
So why now, would she ask him to come ALONE?
Padmé’s holomessage had been vague at best. She had mentioned a new friend, one who was eager to meet him, and asked him to come swiftly. A fellow Senator perhaps, someone she had known from Naboo? He only hoped this wasn’t some idiotic idea of Anakin’s to set him on a BLIND DATE -- it would not have been the first time, though he couldn’t imagine Padmé partaking in such trivialities.
His footsteps light on the durasteel floors of the apartment complex, Obi-Wan wasted no time with small-talk as he made his way to Padmé’s penthouse. He pushed the button on the wall, waiting for the buzz of the vidcom.
“You asked to see me, Senator Amidala?”
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glowingeyedgoddess replied to your post: glowingeyedgoddess replied to your post: ...
My old CD player xD and youtube *nodnods
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I know someone else who primarily uses youtube for their music listening, I would've tagged her on this, but she got tagged by the same person I did XD
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•• Ouroboros
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and this is how it feels to be BROKEN.
dried blood at his lip, a burst of bittersweet copper and grit; sharp fingers swiped the last of it away, ra’s eyes burning as they settled on the twisted remains of his mothership. scavengers had long since combed the jagged ruins, searching the smouldering wreckage for treasures and lingering signs of life. none of the latter had been found, of course -- he did not mourn the loss of his jaffa, nor his handful of loyal servants and attendants. had they been worthy enough to deserve his thoughts, they would not have perished so easily in the fall. only the sight of his destroyed sarcophagi could push beyond the RAGE licking at his heart. his tau’ri host would heal quickly enough, though he would need to be careful not to fall upon further injury until new technology could be acquired.
escape had been narrow. he could still feel the heat of the explosion on his skin, the acrid scent of naquahdah permeating fire and smoke. no one had witnessed him slip away mere moments before the bomb detonated, a second set of transportation rings barely completing their purpose before being obliterated in the blast. he had fled, fighting the urge to seek out the tau’ri and their pale false god, finding refuge in a cave amongst the scorching wastelands. new clothing stolen from a body, unassuming and plain without the jewels of his former decadence. he was safe, for now -- had anyone seen and recognised him, they would surely have swarmed him.
idiot tau’ri. ra’s right hand clenched around the kara kesh nestled in his palm; the moment he recovered his strength, he would rebuild his army. his empire.
broken, perhaps. but never DESTROYED.
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"You aren't the first to say we're still young." He replied, slowly. With the shifting of thought he calmed some, but still remained tense. "I understand we're still young." His eyes flicked back to her, anger still flickering like embers behind them, "But children still need to have experiences of their own to develop." He toyed with his pen, "Keeping someone in a little box of defined action you see fit, only makes them more careful and more sneaky about their actions next time."
Astarte could see the anger in the human and sighed, crossing long bare legs languidly as she watched him with an air of exaggerated sadness.
“We sense that you do not agree. Obviously one of the gods has wronged you and yet you seem to blame me for this. You Tau’ri are still very young.” And needed any further development to be nipped firmly in the bud.
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Rooms
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Kitchen:
What is the character’s favourite food?: Mac and cheese! So much mac and cheese. Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?: Ehhh. Better than he thinks, but still not great. He can follow instructions and make a simple meal without burning the place down. Do they leave the dishes out?: They’ll usually at least get to the sink. Maybe not all the way to the replicator/dishwasher. What kind of food is in their refrigerator?: Snacks. Just... snacks. Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?: Main verse, he replicates most of what he eats. Modern verse, he eats out far more than he really should.
Living Room:
How does the character spend weekends?: Hanging out quietly in his quarters or sometimes getting up to holodeck shenanigans. What do they do with friends?: Usually whatever they want to do. He’s the quiet one who doesn’t offer many ideas. What’s their favorite pastime?: Tinkering, fencing, reading.
Bathroom:
How does the character prepare in the morning?: Usually just combing his hair and then out the door. He tends to shower in the evenings. Do they sing in the shower?: Yes. A lot. What kind of hair product/make-up do they use?: No make up, just basics for hair. Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials?: He uses whatever standard stuff StarFleet provides him.
Bedroom:
How do they sleep? (Position, sleeping habits, bedtime routines): This man CANNOT sleep normally. His sleeping habits are non-existent, he’s usually awake far later into the night than he wants to be. He can wake up early, but doesn’t like to and sleeps in when given the chance. What are their pajamas like?: He likes having soft matching pajama sets. What do they dream about usually?: A lot of nightmares, most of which he thankfully doesn’t remember. All the classics of showing up to school naked, forgetting to go to a class all semester, but with fun things like his mother yelling at him or fucking up something on an away mission and getting people killed tossed in. How neat/tidy are they?: Not very. He usually just gets sidetracked partway through cleaning and never gets back to it. How affectionate are they?: It can take a while for him to warm up to someone, but he’s a very cuddly person around people he’s comfortable with.
Attic:
What is the character afraid of?: ...how long have you got? How do they deal with bad memories?: Poorly. They can make him freeze up at very inconvenient times. What is this character’s role in a horror movie?: Probably the one who dies in the first fifteen minutes idk How do they hide their secrets?: Pretending they don’t exist. Which is difficult when your whole life story is on your face.
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glowingeyedgoddess replied to your post: // so, in the section that describes the various...
I’m going to have to get that! Have you seen the Living Gods Goa'uld sourcebook?
// I have! I actually just got my copy in the mail yesterday, so I haven’t had a chance to peruse all of it. But that and the several other accompanying books are super fun and great resources esp. for non-tau’ri characters
#glowingeyedgoddess#I transcribed all the stuff about abydos for example into a big info post#because I NEEDED IT#☥⎢on тнe oтнer ѕнore ◦ (ooc)⎜
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BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.
ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. falling. death/hereafter. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
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"How many Tok'ra did Egeria spawn? Thousands perhaps, tell me, how many remain now? A few hundred?
The remark stung bitterly, but it was recognizable for what it was even as he suppressed the urge to rise in defiance of that venomous gloating. The Goa’uld had murdered so many of Malek’s brothers and sisters. It was impossible to remember all of the names at what funerals they cold perform.
Nonetheless, he would not show weakness to this ancient evil. Malek inhaled sharply, then tilted his chin upwards with belligerent pride. “Not all of our number were spawned of Egeria,” he chose to reply informatively, downplaying that such turns were rare and had not occurred for some time now. “So long as the Goa’uld live to commit acts of atrocity, the Tok’ra will remain.”
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what’s your anger type ?
You have the right morals. You don't want to lose your temper but it is your greatest flaw. It's claws grip you and choke you out until it has it's way with you. If you can remove yourself from the situation before that happens you will find sanctuary. If not, the devastation you can cause is unrivalled. You will not explode on everything around you. Rather, ALL of your anger, that has been bottled will explode on the one person who happened to trigger it. They will not stand a chance against your temper. You have the devil in you. You cannot tame it but you can walk away before it shows it's face. The cursed ones.
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Lord of Light? Goddess of light is more acceptable to us.
⋆ —- @glowingeyedgoddess
——– he’s long since grown used to the inherent dismissal of his lord by now, a knee-jerk reaction he has learned to expect from the common-folk of westeros. this, however, marks the first time he has ever been corrected on the matter.
beric tips his head, open curiosity at war with the wry curl of his lips.
“forgive my ignorance, my lady,” — for that is almost certainly what she is; clean and beautiful in the firelight, a lady of a noble house — “but who are you, exactly?”
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★★★★★ YO! Five star blog. Send this to those who you think are not only quality in character but beautiful and quality out of character too.
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Thank you so much, my darling! ♥ Right back at’cha.
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glowingeyedgoddess replied to your post: Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your...
But I’m so old-fashioned I don’t have anything that can shuffle T.T
o.o
what do you listen to music on?
And youtube totally works XD
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I’ve been total trash lately (and I’m at work now so I cannot do much) but below is what I have in my drafts.
If you are missing from this list and you know we have a thread dear god let me know.
To reiterate
If you are missing from this list and you know we have a thread (Or we have several threads and I missed one you really wanna do *eyes certain people*) DEAR GOD IN WHATEVER HEAVEN YOU BELIEVE IN LET ME KNOW
I lose things. I get half way through a thread and then just lose them. I spend every second doing drafts and good things and then disappear for weeks at a time. It’s not you. It’s me. So seriously if we have a thread and I’ve missed it let me knoooooooooooooow.
Without further adieu, Draft Lists
@ibiteback innocuous box of wonder No Shit Sherlock
@provemyselfalone Last Left Standing
@saunteredslowlydownward Demons in Atlantis
@glowingeyedgoddess Snake in Pegasus
@wraithsensing John is a Dumbass
@atlantismen Not As Planned Carson and John Sass Amnesia Post-The Storm/Eye (Which is in my drafts but no link that I can find wow) OKAY BUT WE HAD ANOTHER ONE AND IUNNO WHERE IT WENT FUCK
@cellobowsandarrows Welcome to the Air Show (Baby!Kate) Birthday Remembrance Suzzie-Q Boaty McBoatFace Don’t Even Remember But It’s In My Drafts Hurt Meme Teen!Kate is a Beast ((I feel like I’m missing a bunch of baby!Kate threads???))
Okay I think that’s all of them. Have I missed anyone??? If I have come to my IM or inbox.
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