abydonian

"The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. The Universe is vast and we are so small."

[samcaarter]

Warriors of great skill and cunning

[abydonian]

I'm going to be out of state ( getting married this Friday! ) so any activity will be unformatted and sporadic. I'll be staying tuned for chatting, though, and you can always hmu on Discord.

[abydonian]

Absolute favorite thing about your wife?

    “I think that would be her will to challenge the world she lives in.”

[abydonian]

You have pretty eyes, Daniel

     “Thank you, but I don’t know that you’re my type.”

[abydonian]

How come you never really seemed to mourn Shau'ri? Like you were do determined to find her, you lost her and then two weeks later you were going on missions like nothing happened. I know you weren't married long but you really seemed to love her. I mean, you showed more emotion when she was captured

      “Excuse me, what?

“Sha’uri was the reason I joined the fight against the Goa’uld. I-I knew she could be saved, and I’ve dedicated my life to trying to give– to trying to save everyone I can in this galaxy. And people like you think they can just– just judge our love for each other? What the hell? From the way I’ve tried to give so many people in this universe the same chance Sha’uri never had?

“What you don’t see is– Sha’uri was a fighter. I knew she’d be fighting that damn parasite every day, and I was going to find her, find a way to get that thing out of her head, and bring her BACK.

“Oh– she fought Amaunet. I failed. I failed my responsibility. C-ca-can you even imagine what that FEELS like? I can think of a hundred ways now I could have changed everything. Our lives together were stolen from us, and– and– you’re just sitting there blaming me for not– what exactly?! Shaving my head and tossing ashes?!

“No, I’m done here. I’m not going to– wallow around in self-recrimination for what you think I should have done.”

[ltgenjackoneill-blog]

Never in the history of boredom has anyone been more bored than I am right now.  independent. selective. experienced writer. 

ltgenjackoneill.

[lexfoster]

And I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm. (x)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY shauriofabydos YOU ARE MY FAVORITE AND I LOVE YOU DEARLY

[abydonian]

★

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family //You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you //I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you I did marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[bunchofrpmemes]

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

[thexreddestxrobin-archive-deact]

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[samantha-carter-is-my-muse]

Daniel in Enigma.

[macxroons]

daniel “actual dork” jackson –– stargate ( 1994 ) dedicated to @shauriofabydos

[wraithsensing]

                    [ & open ]

       ❝ i suggest you let go before you get hurt. ❞

[abydonian]

    “...And letting go is a go.    Hi. I’m Daniel.”

[shauriofabydos]

She screwed her eyes shut, fingers tightening their grip on his jacket. The feel of his lips against her skin – however brief – momentarily soothed the storm that was raging in the pit of her stomach. She focused all her attention on the warmth of him. The way he smelled. Even that was familiar. And the memories it inspired caused tears to prick in the corners of her eyes. Sha’uri shook her head slightly. No. She would not cry. Not anymore. Not if she could help it. There was too much at stake now – she refused to let herself go so easily. To let this moment slip by in tears would be a waste. 

When he pulled away, she felt cold. Her grip tightened, an attempt to stop him – to keep him close. She thought she’d grown accustomed to the absence of his lips. But apparently that wasn’t so. Even the tiniest taste after years of famine was enough to draw her back in. A part of her was relieved to find that piece of her remained. Another part was frightened. What if he could not feel it again so quickly? What if he couldn’t feel it at all?

She took a moment’s solace in the feel of his arm around her shoulder, burrowing her cheek into the fabric of his jacket. But she could not help the growing unease in her chest. When the smoke cleared and the shock was gone… what would remain? What – if anything – of what they’d had survived? Perhaps these were just habits – familiar touches that stemmed more from muscle memory than true feeling…. What if there was nothing left at all.

She followed him into the elevator, suddenly feeling awkward. Uncomfortable. Under different circumstances, she would have been in awe of this place – of finally seeing Earth. But in that moment, all she could do was stare at the silver metal doors in front of her, arms tight at her sides. She nodded at his explanation. Did he sound nervous? “Thank you,” she said. It was almost too polite - and she hated that it felt so, hated that her own nagging doubts had cooled what moments before had been so tender – practically a scene out of one of her carefully-constructed fantasies.

Silence stretched between them as the elevator slowed to a stop, the ding to signify their arrival made her jump – a sudden jolt back to reality. Following him out into the corridor – which, she noted, looked almost identical to the one they’d just left – she trained her eyes on his back. He even moved differently than he used to. Stronger, more assured. Less of the awkward shyness she’d been so fond of. Stop that, she chided herself. Of course he was different. How could he not be? After so many years… And it struck her then that she had almost no notion of how he’d spent these years apart. Oh, SG-1 was legendary amongst the Goa’uld. Hated – even feared (though none would admit so). But what of him? A longing to know the answers ached in her chest – but she didn’t know how to even begin to ask him. Too many questions surged to the surface. And none could come out.

They slowed in front of a door. The locker room. She hesitated, not sure quite what to do. Would he come in with her? The thought of him seeing the ravaged body that lay beneath borrowed clothing sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. But the idea of going in alone… That was worse. Chewing the inside of her lip a moment, she stared at the door handle – before finally turning back to Daniel. If she couldn’t ask him all the things she wanted to, she would have to settle for something else. “Do you want – Are you going to stay?” she asked, meeting his eyes for the first time since entering the elevator.

[abydonian]

Once, he may have been excited at the prospect of showing Sha'uri Earth, or even quick to ask her if she needed anything, and that she could tell him everything... all that had happened to her, and he would have held her close with his hands in her hair and understood.

But now Daniel felt even more bitterly the emptiness where a part of his soul had been torn from him, never to truly be made whole again. Even now it felt like a fantasy, like something he wanted with his whole being so badly that its achievement seemed unreal-- a chimera to fade away if touched. He had wanted to share a life with Sha'uri, but what was left? The Goa'uld had stolen far more than his wife after all-- they'd stolen the best parts of a couple of lifetimes...

Somehow he was still feeling defensive, attacked. Like this was yet another tribulation he needed to overcome. Somehow, this didn't feel like a victory at all. The Goa'uld defeated and his wife returned, and somehow it felt like a weak consolation prize.

Daniel was angry, yes. Angry at the Goa'uld, and angry at himself for not feeling pure joy at seeing Sha'uri again. Angry that he found himself unable to really imagine them together again, that every motion and word he extended towards her felt false and poisoned by the creatures that separated them. Every memory of their times together could never be replicated in the lives they occupied now.

Daniel just wanted time, but he could also see how fragile she was. Like a freshly knitting wound, this is when she needed protection most. Oh God, did she know about Abydos? He registered the ding of the elevator doors, and he glanced at level number and pushed his glasses up his nose out of old habit.

"Uh, it's the women's locker room," he said stupidly, his eyebrows shooting up at what he considered an unexpected question, though they leveled again the next instant when he reconsidered how unexpected that it really was, judging from his train of thought.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Do you want me to?"

It was probably wrong of him to hope she’d change her mind, so he could escape and sort out his thoughts. So that he could stop being so angry with the Tok’ra, too, for not informing him of Amaunet’s capture immediately.

<< Just tell me what you need, Sha’uri, >> he finally said, softly.

[snippylittletano]

“Looks like we’re in the same speeder because I’d like some answers about the Ori too.” Ahsoka replied bluntly, oh the Republic we’re going to be pretty annoyed when she reported back, they weren’t very fond of people rocking up and setting up shock on random outskirt planets these days, especially given the political state of affairs. That was especially true if what he said turned out to be right, Ahsoka made a face, something between scepticism and disgust.

“Servitude? Yeah right that isn’t going to happen.” She answered immediately. “There’s currently a huge war raging on above our heads over what was essentially trade tax disagreements, another culture showing up here trying to dominate wont go down well.” It would start another war, and frankly one of them was enough right now.

Ahsoka nodded her head north, “it’s that way, not that far…” she started on her eay, glanced at the stranger again who she guessed kinda wasn’t a stranger now she knew his name after all. “Earth? I’ve not heard of that one…is it even part of the Republic?”

[abydonian]

“Ah... no. We’re a sort of independent-- planet. This is actually the first we’ve even heard of your Republic, I think.” He at least hadn’t heard of any interplanetary democracies hanging around. This had to be a good sign. Republics traditionally didn’t form until advanced stages of civilization and personal freedoms.

The archaeologist clicked his vest radio. “Hey, this is Daniel. I’m heading to the north.” He waited until he got Mitchell’s confirmation, then started walking, keeping alert as to any troops that could be patrolling. Daniel decided he wasn’t going to report the alien contact until he was sure she’d be open to further contact with the Earthpeople. First contacts had gone wrong too many times.

“I really wouldn’t underestimate the Ori, Commander Tano. They’ve not responded well to just reasoning things out, or anything else we’ve thrown at them. Do you have any... cities on this planet?”

[theheroheart]

Stargate SG-1 - 3x3: Fair Game

[snippylittletano]

She sensed it, just the second before the crack filled the air and almost immediately she dropped herself down into a fighting stance, lightsaber hilts in her hands she didn’t hesitate to hit the activation button and with a soft ‘woosh’ the green blade formed.

For a moment she was perfectly still, examining the Force around her as she evaluated every piece of information it gave her and came to a quick decision; there wasn’t a credible threat here. Dropping her arms she deactivated the blade and drew in a deep breath.

“The who? The Ori? Is that what they are called, the people with the weird ship with the big hole in it, like that’s an efficient design, they seriously need to have a word with their engineers.” Ahsoka offered her analysis without any prompt and was quite happy to do so. “I’m Commander Ahsoka Tano of the Jedi Order, do you have any idea what in the Force is going on here?”

[abydonian]

Great, a mothership. That was definitely something the SGC needed to know about. At least this girl-- or woman, perhaps?-- understood him and seemed to come from a fairly technologically-advanced culture that had no association with the Ori.

“Dr. Daniel Jackson, of Earth,” he replied, holstering his gun. “I come in peace, and only seek answers about the Ori.” He lifted his hands slightly, figuring demonstrating peaceful intentions to the local military types was the top priority.

“What I know is that they are very powerful beings which demand servitude from others in the form of worship,” Daniel explained slowly, not willing to risk any misinterpretations in this kind of first contact scenario. “Do you think you can show me where the ship is landed?”

[abydonian]

@snippylittletano liked for a starter

Daniel whirled at the crack of a twig and almost shot the alien girl. He lowered his handgun and swore softly, then did what any linguist of his experience would do: he spoke to her in English in lieu of any other evidence.

“Sorry. Uh--” Her species was none he’d ever encountered. “My name’s Daniel,” he explained, pointing to himself. “Ori? Origin?” he questioned, gesturing around. Maybe she’d recognize the words; they’d been on a mission to confirm a possible Ori incursion on this planet.