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Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ��� - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

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I’m human, too. A weird, possibly sleep-deprived human—but still, human.

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“I get mean when I’m nervous like a bad dog.”

Cop Car - Mitski

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Had Rickie finally done it? Had she finally, after all these years of her reckless games and acts of carelessness, bitten off more than she could chew? Even if she had, the harebrained mercenary wasn't aware of it and only saw this challenge as an exciting opportunity. Potentially she was being especially foolish taking away incredibly pertinent time from a sensitive job, just because her restlessness was getting the better of her.

The hours they'd spent sweating in these tunnels, wandering in the dark and reading the schematics for directions in the dim light from head lamps... She was going crazy, often finding her mind wandering away from the job to what came after-- What waited for her after. But the truth of the matter was right now Rickie was exhausted and hungry, but most of all? She was full of angst and needing an outlet.

"Well, it ain't like we're gettin' very fuckin' far as is..."

She always had a poor mind for the bigger picture, always seeking quick gratification -- It was a wonder how she made it this far in her life, let alone managed to pay the bills as a mercenary. She was often hired onto jobs expecting her to be mindful of and always plan for every single variable that could potentially happen... Alas. She was but a simple creature. Her work was better spent as an artifact collector or guard, and right now? She wasn't guarding much except stank, dank and darkness.

As Sev garbled on in such a way that sounded very much like scolding, she'd begun to feel the tension in her shoulders loosen, eyes even rolling in exasperation. She'd try to hold up -two- gold coins this time, as if two instead of the one were enough in comparison to the success of the evening. Alas, like a reprimanded child deflating, she was promptly returned to the reality of the situation. She shouldn't be risking the chance of compromising their pay out just for abit of rough housing, she knew that internally. But now it was starting to sink in like stone sinking into lava with Sev's increasing frustration. Rickie had even begun to seriously consider taking up a shovel just to start helping the ratsonas as a way to exercise her frustration and pent up energy-- Then that motherfucking orc had to go grinning like a psychopath, momentarily confusing the human before it registers that her schemes of entertainment might just pay off.

Those brown eyes carried a wild expression to them as she takes in the orcs towering appearance, her gloved hands beginning to curl and uncurl in repetitive gripping motion as if preparing, zoning in on this job's head honcho with a an intensity to her stare.

A massive grin slapped itself across her full lips, eyes quickly taking in the expedition being undertook by they and the hired aid before she'd jab that finger toward the orc once again, expressing, "Lookit, you and me for two gold pieces-- Wrestling. First to pin wins, fair 'nough? But whatcha say orc," she waggles her brow then, shifting around anxiously atop her booted feet before stating with some conviction, "Either now or after we collect pay and getting proper fucking sloshed, I'ma take your ass down!"

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"I'd bet a gold piece I could take you in any physical feat," the human declared boisterously, jabbing a finger in the adventurer's face with a taunting grin, "What say you?" @rickiedevron

The orc stopped as he wiped his face with the back of hand, dust and sweat condensing into an odd greasy mud. Red eyes did little to help his gruesome face which currently bore a mixture of confusion, concern, and insult. "I beg yer pardon?"

"We are in the middle of one of the most dangerous jobs I have probably ever done sitting on a pile of stolen goblin explosives; beneath one of the most guarded houses in Silvermoon with literally two armies of would be 'red scarves' and 'tinker toys' gunning to both rob and kill us all," Sevlaz rambled on with a growl like a feasting direwolf. "And you want to start a dick swinging competition?"

"Here?!" He found himself yelling, as he waved his hands about the very amateur but surprising delving job he was working on. Their kobold candle diggers halting and peered up from their work at the shout of the orc thief.

Sevlaz stood up with a grunt and creak of his knee brace as he stalked over to stand in front of the 'hired gun' for this little job. His face leaning down to look at her with his bright, angry red eyes as he did his best to control his heavy, stale breath.

"For one measly gold coin," Sev growled still before whispering harshly, his gruesome face always bearing that horrid grin. "We talking a foot race, arm wrestling, or something more intimate?"

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Bernie buppies!!

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Evening on the trail...

Montana

1911

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“Only those who care about you, can hear you when you’re quiet.”

— lieinlove

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Danish viking silver hoard uncovered near Wierwingen in the Netherlands, circa 850-880 AD

from The Rijksmuseum

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— Charles Bukowski, Screams from the balcony

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With a bright laugh the wanderer would fully turn to stand before Des, the hand clutching his tugging some as she gestures with her head toward the hoe-down local, locals and travelers alike dancing to the beats of their own drums. Truthfully though she wasn't too focused on getting him to dance right now, more so enamored by his smoldering good looks and equably delightful colloquialisms. The woman herself looked vibrant and lively, expressing toward her dear old friend:

"Oh ho, you always did have some crazy stories I'll give you that! I won't pretend to understand the kinda shit you must've seen but to be frank, I don't imagine you'd be pulling my fuckin' leg, lyin'. I wanna hear it all! We have to catch up; I imagine this time around you've got just enough time in your busy life for another fated encounter of exchanging pleasantries and enjoying good company?" She'd round out the inquiry by bringing her free hand to coyly smack against his chest, a cheeky grin tugging the corners of her full lips while engaging, "How long you in town for, handsome?"

She'd not leave Desmond very much time to think, soon tugging him after her as she backs them onto the dancefloor, grinning now while twirling herself beneath his extended arm as to get his mind on track for unwinding and having abit of fun.

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[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

The day had begun like any other. With her dogs squared away with the local kennel and her equine comfortably set up to be watched by barn hands, Rickie had taken a more relaxed approach to the day. She had no official meetings and had arrived a day early before her work was to start, so she sought something to do in her free time. The brisk morning air was especially crisp as Winters Veil was just around the corner, but the current holiday of the season had this particular little town swelled to the brim with excitement: The Great Feast Festival was proving successful. Every where you turned a vendor was shoving some kind of novelty food in your face or performing a trick or offering a unique service. Children were giddy and adults jovial, memories were surely being made for everyone in attendance.

The weather was especially beautiful, a breezy autumn day with the sun peaking out around drifting storm clouds. It was a merry time so far, and the day had only just begun -- But nothing could have prepared the wanderer for the potential of a sight for sore eyes. Though his back was to her, his silhouette was unmistakable and that swagger to his walk a dead give away.

It had been a complete chance that the duo had crossed paths again; That's the way it had always been. They rarely ever sought each other out, the world was much too big to predict each other's movements. But here Desmond was, in the same general region as Rickie, his familiarity was godsent in the thick of it all -- Last they met it had already been so long, potentially years.

When Rickie had initially clocked Desmond in the distance it was the shock of the timing that prevented her from hollering his name. Momentarily disposed the ex-gangster stood surrounded by a sea of event-goers but her mind awash with onset memories, all because she laid her eyes on the dark and tall gunslinger. But what good was memories when there were still more yet to make? The anticipation of old friends reuniting swelled her chest with excitement as she begins to walk after him, parting the sea of locals with a gracious smile and polite pardons for her haste.

Eventually she would reach him when the small time band come to perform for eventers would draw a large enough crowd to their outdoor stage, some patrons already beginning to couple up and ho-down with the best of them with joyous laughter and rowdy chatter swelling around them.

With a bright call to alert him, "Desmond!" Rickie would reach to snatch his right hand into her left, eyes searching for his as she whirls herself into his full view. She left him little time to register as she was beaming at him with a marvelous smile, "Where the fel yah been, loca?! Dance with me!" Unprompted she'd attempt to pull him off his path and toward the makeshift dance ground.

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