#riscng

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏 𝐈𝐓 .   anthropologist   ,   woman   of   science  .   not   a   soldier   ,   neither   someone   who   had   never   been   openly   fond   about   the   military  .   amelia   preferred   spending   her   time   at   excavation   sites   in   far   away   countries   ,   occupying   thoughts   with   ancient   artifacts   rather   than   any   requests   that   seemed   to   be   anything   but   logic  .   when   finding   a   letter   addressed   to   her   with   the   stamp   of   the   air   force   on   ,   an   invitation   to   come   to   any   of   their   facilities   near   to   where   she   had   grown   up   ,   questions   arose  .   maybe   they   needed   consulting  .   FOR   WHAT   ? ?   as   far   as   brunette   was   aware   ,   those   people   never   showed   interest   in   anything   peaceful   ,   nor   in   what   she   made   her   money   with  .   except   .  .  .   holding   tighter   onto   her   bag   ,   memories   shaken   off   when   focus   wanders   outside   darkened   car   windows  .   the   rockys   were   a   sight   she   had   missed   deeply   ,   a   piece   of   art   painted   by   nature   that   always   made   her   feel   like   home  .   MAYBE   SHE   SHOULD   HAVE   STAYED   AT   THE   MUSEUM  .   reparing   the   exhibition   about   mesopotamia   she   had   been   working   on   for   months   now  .   transcriptions   ,   making   sure   everything   was   tagged   accordingly  .   that   was   where   amelia   belonged   to  .   an   uneasy   feeling   emerging   in   her   stomach   as   gates   were   opened   ,   rough   voice   demanding   her   id   to   quickly   take   it   without   showing   any   intention   to   return   said   item  .   great  .   handed   over   a   strange   pass   to   tag   to   her   buttoned   up   shirt   ,   the   urge   to   punch   herself   for   being   so   naive   grew   stronger  .   WHAT   WAS   THE   POINT   IN   ALL   OF   THIS   ? ?    shoved   forwards   to   an   elevator   ,   stoic   faces   looking   at   her   as   if   she   was   an   intruder  .   civilian  .   a   possible   threat  .   what   a   great   welcome  .   gaze   tucked   to   her   boots   ,   they   stopped   in   what   amelia   deemed   to   be   one   of   the   lower   floors   ,   probably   a   few   levels   underneath   the   entrance   surface  .   UNDERGROUND   FACILITIES  .   this   was   not   good  .   quick   steps   to   follow   the   .  .  .   whatever   rank   the   guy   had   ,   only   glances   could   be   taken   at   closed   ,   locked   doors  .   ❛   wait   here   ,   doctor   johnson  .  ❜    a   tiny   room   offered   ,   two   chairs   next   to   a   table   with   nothing   on   it  .   cameras   ,   watching   ,   observing  .   IF   THIS   WASN  ‘  T   A   RED   FLAG   ,   then   what   else   could   be   ? ?   a   short   nod   ,   heart   starting   to   hammer   against   her   chest  .   SOMETHING   ABOUT   THIS   WAS   OFF  .

𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚈 @riscng

[cryofcrged]

      𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓  ,  𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒  ,  the  peace  that  settles  beneath  bent  and  broken  bones  ,  the  space  that  allows  the  mind  to  find  solace  .  here  ,  there  is  sanctuary  ,  a  far  distant  relative  to  the  lives  they’d  both  become  familiar  with  it  ;  something  he  longs  for  too  .  

                   ❛      i  don’t  see  what’s  so  bad  about  it  ,  for  you  to  hate  i  mean      ❜

     seems  simple  enough  ,  how  long  has  he  craved  an  enclosure  of  the  mind  ,  something  so  casual  ,  something  so  …    easy  with  the  heart  of  everything  no  longer  lacking  of  straightforward  necessity  ?  a  hand  reaches  ,  resting  carefully  upon  her  shoulder  as  a  more  confident  expression  finds  itself  within  the  corners  of  his  mouth  .  ❛        you  are  allowed  to  be  happy  ,  wanda  .  you  need  to  know  that       ❜

@riscng​ said this is a place i love, and hate myself for loving. ( from waaaaaaaanda pls )  //  this is how we lose the time war

[dramatispcrsonae]

the days were getting easier. at least that was what she told herself each morning as she looked in the mirror, searching behind her eyes for something of herself -- something of what she had been before. some days she almost convinced herself the old spark was there. but then, inevitably, the night would come again. she would close her eyes and an icy, familiar voice would once more be whispering in the back of her mind and she would be powerless... her body was healed at least. she no longer had to spend hours in the infirmary, poked and prodded with needles -- like she was a curiosity to be studied. she would not refuse to help them, of course. if they could learn anything from her that would help others, that would help defeat the goa’uld once and for all... she would endure all of it a hundred times over. but all the same, she saw the looks the base personnel gave her. their stares were not unkind... but neither did they make her feel more human. 

her consolation was that she had become adept at hiding her pain from them all. perhaps even from daniel. 

what she needed, desperately, was purpose. for her mind -- her heart -- would not be at ease until she found it. and already she knew what that purpose would be. her child. a part of her shuddered at the idea of referring to him as such. he was born of her body, yes. but... was he truly hers? she had no answer for it herself -- not yet. but he had been as much a prisoner of apophis and amaunet as she had been, his life twisted for their purposes as hers was. and for that, she saw the child at least as a kindred spirit. one she would bind herself to protect. and until then, she doubted she would ever be at peace...

these thoughts had occupied her as she walked through the base, and when she reached her destination, she drew in a deep, steadying breath. daniel’s office. it was not her husband that made her nervous -- at least not entirely. nothing about her return had been easy. for either of them. and though she once thought she would never be at a loss to understand what was in his mind... time and circumstance had complicated things. her love had not wavered, but it was impossible to deny that now, in many ways, they were strangers.

sha’uri knocked lightly on the door before opening it, a shy smile on her face.    “  are you busy?  ”    she said it in her own language. her english had improved rapidly, but with him... there was a comfort -- an intimacy -- in the language they’d spoken to each other back on abydos. back when they were happy.    “  i - i want to talk to you...  ”    she picked her way through his cluttered office to take a seat beside his desk. the room was strewn with instruments and machinery she did not recognize, but she was determined to learn them all. eventually. her eyes rested for a moment on a photograph nestled amongst the books and papers. a photograph of her. the sight of it eased her heart a little. she may have been gone, but she was not entirely forgotten. 

she took a deep breath and met his eyes.    “  i know you have meant well these past months -- all of you.... and, truly, i feel myself again.  ”    it was a lie, but one she felt no guilt in telling.    “  but i can’t stay here like this anymore, daniel. i need a purpose. i need you to let me go through the chappa’ai with you. with sg-1.  ”    she sat up a little straighter, her voice hardening with determination.    “  if you are to look for my child, i need to go with you.  ”

                                         @riscng​ gets a long-ass starter!

[folklohre-a]

[   @riscng​’s ian  +  jared.   prompt.   ]      there’s something about her eyes.

      HE WISHES MELANIE WERE DEAD  . . .   it would have been an easier pill to swallow.    she wouldn’t have been the first person he loved whom he would have to bury :   he did it with his father and brothers,  and so he would have been able to do it with her too.    he tells himself this at night,  when sleep evades him and all he’s left with is the deafening silence of the caves and the memories of melanie.    what grand delusions he has.    it would have broken him eventually,  wrecked him beyond repair and left no trace of the man he had been before.

jared also wishes ian would leave him alone.    his positive attitude and attempts to bring wanderer out of the cold and into the warmth of jebediah’s community is the antithesis to his own.

                                          THINK ABOUT THE KID,                                               think about jamie.

if it weren’t for him,  jared would have been long gone,  resigned to whatever fate their dying world would give him.

his gaze is pinned on wanderer as it follows jamie across the field,  every movement the mirror image of melanie.    if only it were a ghost he was staring at,  a figment of his imagination come to haunt him for the rest of his days.    that he would have been able to handle.    his brows furrow,  a bitter smile curls his mouth though his eyes are dark,  a bottomless pit void of emotion.    ❛  there is something about her eyes.    A SILVER RING.    do you need me to remind you what that means?  ❜

[sevenswcrds]

@riscng​ asked:  ❝ what a waste. at least he died better than he lived. ❞ || muninn || v’s neverending meme tag || accepting 

“If his death was a waste then I daresay that’s not a true statement,” Muninn says thoughtfully as she looks down at the body. It’s frustrating, actually- near-to a dozen threads snapped, when his life-line glowed red, and it’s a complication that wasn’t unforseen, Hell she’d expected it- one of those few things that was too woven already for her to change. 

It doesn’t make it any less annoying. She shakes her head- turns away and then starts walking. 

“Regardless, deaths as such require damage control, damage control, damage control.”

[stardustghost-a]

STARTER CALL   |   @riscng​ for tally !

HER TARDIS SINGS,     an  ancient  soothing  sound  that  lingers  in  the  air.     loss,    hope,    tragedy  and  rebirth  all  dancing  within  the  long  since  since  dead  language.    her  own  language.     some  days  she  longs  for  it     -    to  hear  the  ghosts  of  her  past  once  again,    but  rose  tinted  glasses  have  never  suited  her,     her  eyes  have  never  taken  to  them.  

if  there  is  anything  romana  knows,     it’s  the  atrocities  her  people  are  capable  of.    it’s  the  fact  her  seventh  skin  may  shine  of  innocence  and  hope  but  there  will  never  be  any  escape  who  she’s  been  and  who  she’s  lost.

❝   you  two  better  not  be  talking  about  me.   I  like  to  be  a  mystery.   ❞       the  ancient  woman  greets  instead  with  a  grin  as  she  half  dances  around  the  console,     wood  and  glass  covered  water  in  her  tardis  swirling  above  her  with  each  move  she  makes.   

❝   I  trust  the  tardis  has  made  you  feel  welcome?   ❞

[everlightblessing]

@riscng​ asked: “ you’re busy with your own work, aren’t you? “  (  from kay to harley if you pls , thnx !  )

                Deep down, she knows, she can’t call what she’s doing nowadays work, not really. Not since she let Mr. J. Most people wouldn’t call what she did with him work, either, but those people would be wrong. Still. “Always am!” She’s not about to admit to anything out loud. “Are ya here to put me behind bars? Didn’t think ya worked in these streets, Supes got bored with ya? Y’know, they always do.”

[prcsopa]

𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  ?  he’s  always  been  the  goodheart  the  LIONHEART  ,  the  tame  one  with  a  golden  soul  that  everyone  else  was  always  looking  to  take  apart  ,  pick  at  it  for  abnormalities  just  to  shove  it  back  into  his  chest  and  hope  for  the  best  .  he’s  not  the  best  though  ,  is  he  ----  he’s  a  figurehead  meant  to  guide  with  morality  ,  and  that  morality  is  often  too  far  tested  for  his  own  good  .  this  is  no  different  .  

                  ❛      i  had  to  make  a  call  ---  so  i  made  it    ❜

he  made  his  decision  and  he  won’t  take  it  back  ---  there’s  nothing  he  could  do  now  anyway  as  they  rest  upon  a  line  of  disillusion  ,  uncertainty  sitting  upon  their  chests  like  heavy  ANVILS  longing  to  break  apart  .  ❛    the  truth  is  ,  if  we  don’t  do  anything  then  a  lot  of  people  are  going  to  die,  and  i  won’t  be  able  to  rest  knowing  i  put  my  agents  at  risk  when  there  was  something  i  could  have  done  ,  don’t  tell  me  you  wouldn’t  have  done  the  same      ❜

@riscng​ said  ❛ i know you mean well. ❜

[serenitystored-a]

@riscng sent: - What is your earliest memory that you can remember? ( for kaylee ! )

“My earliest memory? Well, s’pose it’s of me when I was six or seven, runnin’ through the family farmlands like the little terror I was. I’d just fixed my first toy, this little electric fairy you could control with a remote. My dad taught me how to do it, said i had magic fingers, his little mechanic...i was so excited, never been happier. Think that’s where the whole fixin’ stuff thing started.”

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝙸   𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙸𝚂   𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳   𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝚄𝚂   . 𝙰   𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳   .   𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝙸   '   𝙻𝙻   𝙱𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   . 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊   &   𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕   𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐   @riscng  

[fairisfair]

@riscng​ ( from one archeologist nerd to the other )

“It is ESSENTIALLY the same architectural question as back on Earth,” Daphne explains as they trudge up the grassy slope to the Stonehenge-like structure on the recently excavated PX-324. 

“ The evidence of whomever lived here is NEOLITHIC, from what we’ve unearthed in the village near the gate. And yet here it is. . . ”

Daphne gestures with a broad sweep over the sculpture that rears into view . Rather than stones, the ornate arrangement stacked atop an ocean bluff is made from an unidentifiable crystal -- akin to pink opal -- that shines luminously in the sunlight.  

Similar to the wonder of the world back home, this ( artistic ? ) design is too complicated for the inhabitants of PX-324 to have built by themselves. A ship of advanced technological prowess could have visited and arranged the crystals, but for what purpose ? 

“We thought perhaps a tomb or tribute to a GOA’ULD ,” she stands with her hands on her hips, squinting against the reflection of light off the smooth surfaces like a farmer surveying thier  crops, “ but there are no identifying symbols of alignment to any that we have in the system. Or any carvings at all for that matter. ”   

Daniel isn’t consulted for every planet that Stargate teams visit, but this one’s unusual enough to call in THE GOOD DOCTOR. 

“Don’t worry -- it gets interesting. They glow at night, changing colors to an aurora borealis which makes me wonder if it’s a particle reaction.” Daphne tilts her head and purses her lips to one side, EAGER for the sun to set so the particle physicists can study the glassy rocks’ schematic readings.   

“Radar scans hit a snag. If there are caverns below like back home, ” she smiles at him, the parallel to one of Earth’s mysteries quite engaging, “we can’t tell. Any instrument can only get to about here.” Daphne raises her left hand flat in front of her. From where she stands her hand measures FIFTY FEET below ground level. “Infrared, topographical, thermo-scans -- they all stop at ‘ the plate ’. Patent pending.” She jokes and returns  The boys wanted to dig right in, but pfft -- I’m not going about to let Griff come in with a backhoe.”  

The last is said with a jovial tone as though it is obvious that would be the worst idea ever. Clapping her hands together, Daphne rocks her weight to her tiptoes for a moment and drops the heels of her boots back to the ground “So ? Ideas ? ”

[cryofcrged]

𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄  𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒  ,  the  wind  rushes  past  him  in  an  effort  to  keep  up  but  his  boots  maintain  a  steady  pace  upon  the  concrete  .  one    building  to  the  next  he’s  leapt  across  as  his  body  lunges  forward  .  there’s  an  effort  in  the  way  he  launches  through  the  air  as  a  heavy  thud  sounds  as  two  bodies  collide  .  he  too  ,  is  quick  to  recover  ,  frame  straightened  with  the  same  threatening  glare  upon  his  features  that  he  gives  ANYONE  offering  him  chase  .  his  voice  echoes  through  the  air  ,  a  rasp  only  familiar  to  those  that  have  had  the  luck  of  the  WINTER  SOLDIER  sparing  words  before  a  fight      ❛    why  did  you  run  ?    ❜  @riscng​  --  starter call !

[senscrium]

        ❛        this  is  not  the  end  of  the  road,  we’ve  all  been here  before.      ❜  @riscng​ -- for will !

[murios]

          ❛  if  you  do  this,   you  will  be  dead  to  me.  ❜

@riscng​   sent  a  💬  for  randomly  generated  dialogue

[davenprt]

starter  call  //  @riscng​  //  nicky.

“  i  like  a  good  story  and  i  also  like  staring  at  the  sea  --  ”  pausing  to  glance  at  her  companion,  small  smile  playing  about  her  lips.  “  do  i  have  to  choose  between  the  two  ?  ”  a  moment  passes  between  the  two  before  finally  glancing  across  to  him.  “  i  miss  it  out  there.  everything  was  simpler  when  it  was  only  the  sea  i  had  to  worry  about.  ”

[intelwon]

“ It’s pilots like you that give this program a bad name. Sacrificing your brother the way you did... No wonder they’re shutting down shatterdomes, Rah-Leh. ” 

He knows a line’s been crossed, but he’s at a point of not caring. He can’t curb his tongue, not when there’s a war going on and this man gave up. He chose to leave, work on the wall as if that actually helps. The Kaiju would just bring it down and then what was he gonna do, build it again? It wasn’t a viable option.

    @riscng​ liked s.c.