#riggsanity

[morgansmornings]

Game Nights with Beth and Martin

@brooklynislandgirl and @riggsanity

[brooklynislandgirl]

[FMK: Reimagined.] Three people, but no names. Someone you've stolen for. Someone you've hurt to help. And someone you'd murder yourself before letting anyone else do it. //Tall dark stranger with a bone condition not matching her vodka shots but probably enabling them... they need to stop meeting like this.//

Three of a Kind || Accepting {{ tagging: @riggsanity & @mynameisanakin & @lokitheliesmith for reasonsTM }}

The question is almost too softly spoken, and if Beth were inclined, she could have pretended not to have heard it. She doesn't do that often but it is something she's employed to distance herself in the past. This is not the first time she has met her mysterious friend, and likely it will not be the last. But what memories does her friend dredge up? "One of the people I miss most, mostly due to being cross country from one another. We used to play all kinds of board and card games. The goal wasn't to win or lose, but to make the other person laugh an' we used to cheat each other elaborately. I really should write or call him sometime. Maybe even give back those little plastic hotels I still have in my undergarment drawer. Not to mention the fact that I've eaten more than half of the fries he ever ordered, even when he got enough to share. And the shirts I took. And the beers he smuggled out of my fridge that I took back late at night while we watched the tide roll back out under the moonlight." She would swear on this mounting bar tab that her Texas still has at least one of her deeds tucked in his boot or in those curls. She wonders where Martin is. If he's found himself like he needed to so that he wouldn't be swallowed up by his own grief. Some of the light that she'd always held onto had dimmed the day he'd left and she's all the poorer for it. "One I've hurt to help is my..." apprentice. The waif of a youth that turned up on her doorstep those few years ago, rattling bones and death in every wet, congested breath. All she has to do is close her eyes and those blue eyes, the golden waves cutting across his sharp bones, he is alive and thriving and smiling at her shyly. It had taken every ounce of her will power to eventually let him go so he could find his place amongst the Traditions. Where she champions Life, he is the other side of the coin and she couldn't teach him how to be a Thanatoic. "Friend. He's a recovering addict, and he was really sick when he sought my help. There were days where death might have been a mercy, and the curses that rolled off his tongue in that bayou accent of his...I can't even begin to repeat. But I know that transformation was emotionally, physically, an' spiritually excruciating." She's quiet for a time. Maybe this friend was only going to have two memories from her before they hit last call. Maybe because the third answer is the hardest. For so long it would have been so easy to contemplate patricide. That she'd be the recipient of the Admiral's last undeserved breath. But that would be breaking her own kapu imposed by Teanoi; take no pleasure in killing. and if Beth were being honest? It might be the happiest moment of her existence.

But that puts her in mind of the other road she doesn't ever stop to consider. She'd once used all of her considerable talents and power to make the arduous journey to xer not-quite-native homeland in search for a bloom that would ease xer misery. She'd done it for love. And perhaps this is why she'd been turned back by that realm's all-seeing Guardian. If she could not heal xer one way, then Beth could only offer the second, perhaps lesser choice.

What was it that was said? Only you could kill your God? "The third...they say...has an adder's tongue, quicksilver and honey in xer lies. They say...Xe is the source of primordial chaos. Nets and spiders and wyrding. But I see xem as... fire and family, of ephemera and stories. Xe is a harbinger of change, of transformation." Of love, hers being enduring, asking nothing of xer but to be. "If xe has to die? Wishes it after everything? Then I can only resign myself to being xer handmaiden in that, too."

[therealgamble]

"Get your ass in this car and let's go!" Brian yelled from behind the driver's seat in the direction of Riley's front door. Eventually the man appeared with a duffel bag and a cooler.

Riley growled something about being forced to pack a toothbrush, enough food for an army, and Beth not understanding what a guy's weekend meant as he deposited his things into the back of the SUV and climbed into the back seat.

There was a round of jokes and laughter from the assembled car - Brian, Luka, and Martin all teased Riley about how long it had taken him to be ready as Brian got the car moving again.  

A whole weekend to themselves up in the mountains. Brian wasn't exactly eager to get away from his wife, but there was a certain allure to a weekend of testosterone, cards, and whiskey.

Plus, these guys had become more than a crew of misfits. They'd become real friends. Brothers even.

It was only an hour and a half drive up to the small cabin, but it felt like a whole different world.

Riggs opened up a can of beer before they were even parked, tossing one to Luka over the roof of the car, which was caught with a nod of thanks. It only took a few moments to unload, although it looked like a small liquor store had been pillaged for the trip.

Brian opened up the front door and grabbed his own beer as the guys started ferrying everything inside. "Beer fridge is in the kitchen, the bedroom on the right is mine, drop your other crap wherever you want." He directed before slamming the entire beer in one long series of gulps. "So, what are you making us for dinner, Drewski?" An eyebrow raised in amusement.

"That's right, we got ourselves a genuine chef over here." Riggs chimed in.

Riley tossed his bag in the general direction of the left side bedroom and set a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen table with a clunk. "Well, I was going to make chicken wings but my sister insisted we had some kind of vegetables this weekend. So, I'm doing carnitas tacos with a nice slaw." He gave a shrug.

"S'o 'ery noi'ce choice." Luka smiled. The others nodded in agreement.

"So nice of her to be concerned about our health." Brian joked, waving in the direction of the pile of beer cases that Luka was working on getting loaded into the refrigerator.

"I'm pretty sure whiskey is a fruit." Riggs offered with a grin.

Luka tossed another full can in Brian's direction. "No way Be'd e'er agree ta d'at one."

"Hey, what's on our itinerary this weekend, Mr. Cruise Director?" Riggs asked as Brian opened his fresh beer.

Brian gave a shrug, "Beer can shooting gallery? Maybe a little fishing in the morning?"

"I am not getting up early to go fishing." Riggs cautioned with a finger extended.

"Ditto." Luka chorused.

"Pussies." Brian drawled. "Don't worry, the trout assassin has you covered." He chuckled. "Maybe some Hearts tonight? There's a deck of cards somewhere around here."

"Card with the 'tards." Riggs laughed.

"Hell yeah, I'm in." Riley gave Brian a high-five.

"Ye gimme ta basics oi'll pick i' up." Luka shrugged, ready to take up the challenge.

“Sweet! Loser of each hand has to take a shot.” Brian started rummaging through the cupboards to find a pack of cards.

It was going to be a fun weekend.

@whosxafraid @tarnishedhalo @riggsanity @brooklynislandgirl @tabbyrp

[tabbyrp]

(a spiritual sequel to [x])

Three cops and a seal walk into a bear.

No, that’s not a typo.

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Cards and whiskey. A cigar or two. Conversation that grows louder and bolder with each round. Trash talking, outrageous claims. Women mentioned then passed over because this is time is carved out for the sacred bonds of brotherhood. Affection expressed through digs at size and stamina and all kinds of insults that would make any locker room proud.

A typical boy’s weekend away.

Ask Gamble, Riggs, O’Rian or Riley which one of them had the bigger pile of poker chips at 3am and you’ll get four different answers. And if you ask who heard the rustling outside and decided it was a matter worth investigating, there will be no consensus. Every reality from Gamble grabbing a gun to Riley roaring rambunctiously will be floated as a potential version of who was to blame.

Between us, gentle reader, the real culprit for the mayhem that followed, was alcohol.

Four men, trained warriors with enough deadly prowess between them to overthrow a small nation, emerged from the cabin. All were primed to defend their territory from any nefarious intruder that sought to rob them, or perhaps they were to expunge a cartel chasing Riggs in retribution for a conviction. Whatever the source of the noise, they were ready to unleash complete annihilation.  

That was, until they finally traced the low, scratching sounds to their source. Hunched among the shadows, so bold as to even dare have its back to our brave heroes, hulked an Ursus americanus. More commonly known as a black bear. The creature had already toppled one waste receptacle, although the treasures of food scraps within remained beyond its reach. Another trash can stood resilient for the present and the bear extended spine and limbs to assess the target from a greater height. The concealment of night and an overall state of inebriation made true measurements impossible but should the bear and O’Rian, the tallest of the posse, stand back to back, the Ursus might have the extra inch.

Now, in truth, three cops and a SEAL did not actually walk into a foraging bear. In tandem the foursome managed to screech to a halt before such a full-on collision occurred. Various hands landed on various shoulders, establishing a dynamic about whom clearly thought their companions capable of proceeding with fighting a tooth-and-claw death machine at 3am in the morning. (Whether this was a badge of honor or the beginning of a long-standing grudge is a story for another time). The bear, for its part, showed scant interest in the scuffling going on behind it. For all the hearts that swooned from the East Coast to the West over the four men, they currently could not compete with a sealed off bag of rotting fruit that a camper had deposited several days prior.

While Smokey’s persistent cousin began gnawing on the corner of the container, Riggs, Riley, O’Rian and Gamble began a cautious retreat. One slow step then another. They admittedly were not as stealthy as their minds perceived, but if a cops stumbles over a branch in the woods and no one is sober enough to remember it, does it even happen? By the time they were back within the cabin walls, what had seemed such an enormous danger had softened into the safety of an amusing encounter. Jokes about what bears do in the woods began to fill the air. More whiskey was poured. They laughed while all silently agreeing to never speak again of mistaking a hungry bear for a pack of master assassins.

If only they had shared the presence of thought to erase the security camera footage, dear reader.

@therealgamble​ @tarnishedhalo​   @riggsanity​​ @whosxafraid​

[whosxafraid]

@riggsanity | @brooklynislandgirl | (@whosxafraid) ↳  ship aesthetic : 2 of 3 but still 3         ↳ insp.

[officerxwilliams]

. continued with @riggsanity from x

Danny’s frowned got a bit more pronounced as he shook his head, one of his hands sliding inside his pocket while the other one waved around aimlessly in the air for a brief moment. “I try not to put too much thought to what it’s his pockets, to tell you the truth.”

He let out a snort that turned into a quiet laugh, his eyes disappearing in the crinkles. “Short jokes, huh? Alright, let’s see if you come up with something that I haven’t heard before.”

[hittcr-a]

@riggsanity​

            “you free? you wanna come over for a beer an’ dinner or somethin’?” eliot needed the company. and he was in town. and he wanted to make sure that at the very least, riggs had a good meal. too many good reasons to invite him over to not. 

[ronmanmob]

Thoughts on Ron  👓

Childhood

You ask him ‘n Ron’ll tell yah - nothing about his upbringing set him up to dabble in the less than legal bits of his work. Raised most by his mum ‘n his aunties - ‘B’cause me dad’s a no-account piece’a shite, mate’ - his boyhood was almost idyllic; much as the family wasn’t well off and had its ups and downs like anyone’s. He had days out at the park, trips to the swimming baths, games of ball and chase and hunt with his pals, picnic days; long summers and longer winters with carefree sunbathing and snowball fights. And all this, always, with his brother Reggie at his hip. They were inseparable when they were little, were the twins; so much so that they shared a bed ‘til they were too old to - too long in the limb and wanting of privacy. But even then, as they grew, there was rarely just the one of them. Rare did people say ‘Oh how’s Ronnie?’ or ‘Oh how’s Reggie?’ It was always ‘How’s th’twins?’ or ‘How’s th’boys?’ and Violet, their mother, always knew which two they were asking after - much as she did have a third son.

Childhood…well…It was brilliant.

[detectiveblessed]

 FOR  THE  MUSES  WORKING  IN  LAW  PROMPTS  .

❛ i was told to deliver this note to you . ❜ -- @riggsanity​

“... okay. thanks, i think. who’s it from?” 

[timeguardiansarchive]

@riggsanity​

Don’t ya dare. (version 1) 

“Is there a particular reason why you wouldn’t want me looking into your identity, Mr. Riggs?” Higgins prompts eagerly. Her scrutinizing hues lingering pointedly upon him. “Are there some hidden skeletons in your closet you do not wish to have disclosed?” Of course, Juliet herself happened to have plenty of skeletons in her own closest. So to an extent, she could understand. 

Her arms fall across her chest as she tries to determine what she should do with the present interloper who had invoked the names of Robin Masters, Magnum, and Detective Katsumoto. “If that is the case, why don’t you tell me why it is you’ve come here to the Island.”

[morgansmornings]

Kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team: Martin, Luka, Coulson

This Meme: Accepting @brooklynislandgirl

Honorable Mentions: @whosxafraid, @riggsanity, @tangleweave

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“Oh, you just had to go there, didn’t you?” Jayden squinted at Beth, picking up her crochet back up now that she was back from getting them snacks. The soft sounds of a cello playing over the surround sound system. Just noise to fill the space without having to listen to lyrics. Now that the paperwork was done the girls had moved to the couch in order to bask in the mid-morning sunlight coming in through the wall of windows. 

The soft  clacking of Beth’s knitting needles going making Jenna’s ear twitch every now and then. Just another step in the pattern of tie spent together.But she would give this thought just as she had a few hours earlier. There were so many pros and cons to sort through. Each is heavier than the next. And there is a wiggle of her nose as she sorts them in her mind. 

“I suppose there are a few ways to go about this. But I think this is what I would do.” Jay finishes the current row she is on, pulling excess yarn through the loop to keep her place when she decides to come back to it. Turning she throws herself across the span of the couch. Fingers tracing out a fake map on Beth’s skirt as she begins. 

“First I would have to kill Uncle Coulson. He is way too pure for the world. And if everything has gone to shit then the best thing for him is to pass on before he can take on the shitshow that is an apocalypse.” The next is a hard choice no matter what she does, but still she thinks the outcomes are worth it. 

“Betray Luka. Because even if he hates me, he is married to you so he will only try and kill me half the time.” Jay plots her chin on her palm as she gets lost in the patter of the skirt for a moment. “And clearly I have to keep Martin. Someone has to be the comic relief and comfort if nothing else. Besides I can trust him to do what needs to be done if I get bit.”

[brooklynislandgirl]

Riley. Who is your favorite My Little Pony?

“Oh, don’t even think you can shame me with that. My two favourite ponies were from back in the eighties. Blue Belle’s my girl, and of the big brothers, I always liked Quarterback best. He and I had a lot in common.”

Riley grins around his doughnut he’s chewing and lifts up his coffee mug, as arrogant as smug as ever. Because somewhere in a box, he still has all of his and Beth’s pony collection, pristinely kept and loved all these years, and ready to be given to his future daughter when she’s old enough not to have them as a choking hazard.

Riggs has to come harder at him to get him to feel any shame. Riley knows he was a damn good brother and still is. And yes, he knows their names and can tell one from another just by their Cutie Mark alone. Just like Beth knows each of the Transformers by heart, and still delights every time she hears the sound the make shifting into one form or the other, or when Optimus Prime says ‘Auto-bots, Roll Out’.

[therealgamble]

I adore the way you write Gamble. He is a little shit in the best kind of ways but he's crazy loyal too and you write it in such a great balance with him.

Thank you so much! And I love your Riggs. I have honestly never watched the show, only the original movies, but I feel like you’ve captured his spirit so well. And our little shits are awesome together.

[whosxafraid]

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@riggsanity | @whosxafraid | (@brooklynislandgirl) ↳  ship aesthetic : 2 of 3 but still 3          ↳ insp.

[officerxwilliams]

“You know what comes in small packages? Grenades.”

Danny let his mouth hang open for a few seconds, tiny frown in the middle of his forehead as he contemplated it. “You know what,” he said, nodding slightly before he cocked his head to look up at him. “You make a very good point.”

“But if you tell me I can cause the same amount of damage a grenade can, I might have to smack you a little bit,” he continued, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

[hittcr-a]

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