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#cute art

bettylouboom:

Her smile quickly faded at the mention of his title. Regularly working with outlaws, she was weary around bounty hunters. She wasn’t sure, but it was very possible she had a bounty on herself as well. Breeding and selling all those specially trained boombats to the local outlaws – word’s bound to get around. She forced another chuckle. “Oh! …Ahaha. Well ain’t that nice. A strong man like yerself must be baggin’ em left n’ right! Ha…”

He swore that her demeanor changed for a moment, but he hadn’t been closely watching her enough to be certain. Not that it must have meant anything; it wasn’t uncommon for others to get rather nervous around him. He hadn’t seen any posters with her mug on them— not yet, at least.

“S’pose I am. Gettin’ hard to… find any ‘round here.” He answered gruffly, tilting down his hat to stare at her from beneath the brim, “Ya wouldn’t know where to find any of them outlaws, would ya?”

#(Timelines? What are those? Lol idk)

Shit. She couldn't just go telling a bounty hunter where the local baddies were. And, boy, she knew a lot of them. Selling to those outlaws was the main source of her cig and booze moolah. No way in hell was she jeopardizing that!

However, not all her 'customers' were very pleasant to work with... A smirk grew on her face as she crossed her arms. "Well, ain't that a coinkydink... I know'a one. Yew heard of a fella' called Meagly McGraw? Word is he's plannin' to ransack that opple farm down the way. He's a little shit. Should be an easy baggin' for yuh. Heheh."

@bettylouboom (cont. from)

Shy wasn’t the first word that came to mind when he thought of ways to describe himself, but he wasn’t too eager to correct her.

He glanced down at his arm when she pointed out his weapon, a quick nasal scoff leaving him. “Yeah… a bounty hunter.” He was sure to put emphasis on that extra detail.

Her smile quickly faded at the mention of his title. Regularly working with outlaws, she was weary around bounty hunters. She wasn't sure, but it was very possible she had a bounty on herself as well. Breeding and selling all those specially trained boombats to the local outlaws -- word's bound to get around. She forced another chuckle. "Oh! ...Ahaha. Well ain't that nice. A strong man like yerself must be baggin' em left n' right! Ha..."

#Shit

"Hey there, cowboy. Where you from, hun?"

He tilted his hat down, barely regarding her for even a second before his eyes averted elsewhere.

“Around.” Coy and brusque as ever.

#Damn you got some arms hun

The wolvark cackled loudly. "Yer a shy one, ain'tcha? Don'tcha worry now, honey. I don't bite." Her eyes looked over to the weapon in his burly right arm. "Hoooowee! That's a nice bow ya got there. You a hunter or summin'?"

((Betty's headcanon voice/singing. In which the song actually fits SW pretty well.

#banjer jams #voice claim #singing claim

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I have a mysterious folder of Wolvark voice clips

#gonna need that folder because wolvarks are precious hillbillies

Meeting Betty-Lou [Jezebel’s Quest RP]

@bettylouboom <3

The sun was merciless on the dusty plains of Oddworld.

A small Outlaw, Montana, strolled through the towering mass of greenery at the fringe of Mongo Wilds, grasping onto the old map, constantly tilting her head at it and turning it around, trying to figure out where she was previously wrong.

Jezebel ambled beside her, clearly pissed off.

Thanks to Montana’s ‘amazing’ navigation skills, she had told Jezebel that she could lead her to Dusky Hollows, only to have the map upside-down, and led her towards Buzzaton instead! At least they saw her cousin, Scuz, but Jezebel was still angry at her about that.

“Huh, no wonder why it was so hard ta read dis map!” Montana piped up, finally holding the map the right way up. Jezebel said nothing.

Upon hearing nothing from her massive companion, Montana looked up. “’Ey, I was talkin’ to yer,”

“Oh really now?” Jezebel muttered, her voice monotone. Montana frowned softly.

“Don’t tell me yer still mad at me! At least yer get to meet mah cousin!”

“I don’t care,” Jezebel murmured stormily, refusing to look at Montana. “Yer such a dumbass! Can’t believe yer brought me BACKWARDS,” Montana grumbled to herself.

“Well, maybe yer shoulda read the map yerself!”

In a black mood now, Jezebel suddenly stopped and turned around sharply, bending down towards the tiny Outlaw.

“I woulda! But yer were so eager in leading me, yer practically SNATCHED my map!”

Montana gave her a face of defiance.

“Yer needed help! And I’m here, ain’t I? Fat-ass!”

“It’s true what they say about small Outlaws. Small bodies, smaller brains!”

At this point, Jezebel and Montana’s foreheads were practically pressed together, their glares hotly locking, and their voices rose to the skies, echoing throughout the seemingly-empty landscape of Mongo Wilds.

Unaware of innocent bystanders, the two Outlaws continued their shouting-match…

“Yer just all boobs and no brain!” Montana snapped. Jezebel snarled, her fists clenching.

“Shut yer mouth or I’ll fuckin’ turn yer into a windsock!”

Betty-Lou made her way down the path. She had heard some ruckus not far from her bat hutches. She was always weary of unfamiliar noises and voices when it came to her bats. Too many thieves about looking to swipe some of her specially trained critters.

Three boombats followed the breeder with a fourth perched comfortably on her shoulder. The wolvark made her way to the two figures on the path, chuckling as she realized they were doing nothing but throwing insults at eachother.

“Yew gals mind keepin’ it down ‘round here? Yer gonna go an’ spook my boomers. And ya won’t like ‘em when they spooked!” The flying bats around her started growling at the strangers, darting back and forth. She clicked her tongue, signaling at them to calm down. Aside from the lazy bat falling asleep on her shoulder, the rest immediately stopped in their tracks and hovered in place.

@bettylouboom

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, Montana and Jezebel both turned to the source of the voice, seeing the female Wolvark standing further ahead, her arms folded with a soft smirk. The Boombats watched the two strangers carefully, alert that they were both Outlaws, and knew what their species were like.

Montana froze in place, eyeing up the little balls of explosive fluff around the Wolvark, while Jezebel’s narrow eyes fixed onto the new female. For a time, nothing moved.

“What are-” Montana began in a whisper uneasily, but Jezebel knew what she was going to ask.

“Boombats. They’re explosive if they get thrown or angry…There were tons around McGee’s Hideout,” The two Outlaws straightened out, their argument set aside. Montana was the first to greet the Wolvark.

“Why howdy there!” Montana beamed, her dark mood suddenly passing. “Sorry fer the noise…Jezebel and I just had a ‘disagreement’,” The tiny Outlaw stopped in her tracks when Jezebel glared hotly at her, silencing her quickly.

She laughed, “Well, I’s can see that! What in tarnation are yew two fightin’ ‘bout way out here on the trail…” Her speech slowed to a stop as her eyes came across the map in Montana’s hands. “Shooooot, yer lost ain'tcha! Alright now, where ya headed? I know these parts like the back'a my hand.”

Jezebel opened her mouth to speak, but her brash companion spoke over her.

“Well, we ain’t lost…j-just exploring!” She laughed and looked at Jezebel, only to be silenced with a death-glare. At last Jezebel spoke, her voice low.

“We’re tryin’ to find Dusky Hollows, yer heard of it?”

#(sorry I'm a loser and just now replied to this LMAO)

She walked up to take a look at their map, bats following obediently. “Dusky Hollow? Damn, that there’s waaaaay up the river. Closer ta’ New Yolk City. Ya know, where all them yuppies live.” Betty proceeded to hock up a loogie and spit it on the ground. Obviously, she was a rather classy lady herself. “Anyway, y’all are headin’ the wrong way.” She flipped the map around in Montana’s hands and pointed behind them. “It’s back that’a way, eheh.”

“It is said that in his wallet he has a picture of his Sleg.” - Oddworld Wiki on D Caste Raider

((WHAT THAT IS CUTE))

((headcanon voice for Bettyyyyyy))

#banjer jams #except theres no banjer in this but WHO CARES #there's banjer in some of her other songs though which is fun

Meeting Betty-Lou [Jezebel’s Quest RP]

@bettylouboom <3

The sun was merciless on the dusty plains of Oddworld.

A small Outlaw, Montana, strolled through the towering mass of greenery at the fringe of Mongo Wilds, grasping onto the old map, constantly tilting her head at it and turning it around, trying to figure out where she was previously wrong.

Jezebel ambled beside her, clearly pissed off.

Thanks to Montana’s ‘amazing’ navigation skills, she had told Jezebel that she could lead her to Dusky Hollows, only to have the map upside-down, and led her towards Buzzaton instead! At least they saw her cousin, Scuz, but Jezebel was still angry at her about that.

“Huh, no wonder why it was so hard ta read dis map!” Montana piped up, finally holding the map the right way up. Jezebel said nothing.

Upon hearing nothing from her massive companion, Montana looked up. “’Ey, I was talkin’ to yer,”

“Oh really now?” Jezebel muttered, her voice monotone. Montana frowned softly.

“Don’t tell me yer still mad at me! At least yer get to meet mah cousin!”

“I don’t care,” Jezebel murmured stormily, refusing to look at Montana. “Yer such a dumbass! Can’t believe yer brought me BACKWARDS,” Montana grumbled to herself.

“Well, maybe yer shoulda read the map yerself!”

In a black mood now, Jezebel suddenly stopped and turned around sharply, bending down towards the tiny Outlaw.

“I woulda! But yer were so eager in leading me, yer practically SNATCHED my map!”

Montana gave her a face of defiance.

“Yer needed help! And I’m here, ain’t I? Fat-ass!”

“It’s true what they say about small Outlaws. Small bodies, smaller brains!”

At this point, Jezebel and Montana’s foreheads were practically pressed together, their glares hotly locking, and their voices rose to the skies, echoing throughout the seemingly-empty landscape of Mongo Wilds.

Unaware of innocent bystanders, the two Outlaws continued their shouting-match…

“Yer just all boobs and no brain!” Montana snapped. Jezebel snarled, her fists clenching.

“Shut yer mouth or I’ll fuckin’ turn yer into a windsock!”

Betty-Lou made her way down the path. She had heard some ruckus not far from her bat hutches. She was always weary of unfamiliar noises and voices when it came to her bats. Too many thieves about looking to swipe some of her specially trained critters.

Three boombats followed the breeder with a fourth perched comfortably on her shoulder. The wolvark made her way to the two figures on the path, chuckling as she realized they were doing nothing but throwing insults at eachother.

“Yew gals mind keepin’ it down ‘round here? Yer gonna go an’ spook my boomers. And ya won’t like ‘em when they spooked!” The flying bats around her started growling at the strangers, darting back and forth. She clicked her tongue, signaling at them to calm down. Aside from the lazy bat falling asleep on her shoulder, the rest immediately stopped in their tracks and hovered in place.

@bettylouboom

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, Montana and Jezebel both turned to the source of the voice, seeing the female Wolvark standing further ahead, her arms folded with a soft smirk. The Boombats watched the two strangers carefully, alert that they were both Outlaws, and knew what their species were like.

Montana froze in place, eyeing up the little balls of explosive fluff around the Wolvark, while Jezebel’s narrow eyes fixed onto the new female. For a time, nothing moved.

“What are-” Montana began in a whisper uneasily, but Jezebel knew what she was going to ask.

“Boombats. They’re explosive if they get thrown or angry…There were tons around McGee’s Hideout,” The two Outlaws straightened out, their argument set aside. Montana was the first to greet the Wolvark.

“Why howdy there!” Montana beamed, her dark mood suddenly passing. “Sorry fer the noise…Jezebel and I just had a ‘disagreement’,” The tiny Outlaw stopped in her tracks when Jezebel glared hotly at her, silencing her quickly.

She laughed, "Well, I's can see that! What in tarnation are yew two fightin' 'bout way out here on the trail..." Her speech slowed to a stop as her eyes came across the map in Montana's hands. "Shooooot, yer lost ain'tcha! Alright now, where ya headed? I know these parts like the back'a my hand."

Meeting Betty-Lou [Jezebel’s Quest RP]

@bettylouboom <3

The sun was merciless on the dusty plains of Oddworld.

A small Outlaw, Montana, strolled through the towering mass of greenery at the fringe of Mongo Wilds, grasping onto the old map, constantly tilting her head at it and turning it around, trying to figure out where she was previously wrong.

Jezebel ambled beside her, clearly pissed off.

Thanks to Montana’s ‘amazing’ navigation skills, she had told Jezebel that she could lead her to Dusky Hollows, only to have the map upside-down, and led her towards Buzzaton instead! At least they saw her cousin, Scuz, but Jezebel was still angry at her about that.

“Huh, no wonder why it was so hard ta read dis map!” Montana piped up, finally holding the map the right way up. Jezebel said nothing.

Upon hearing nothing from her massive companion, Montana looked up. “’Ey, I was talkin’ to yer,”

“Oh really now?” Jezebel muttered, her voice monotone. Montana frowned softly.

“Don’t tell me yer still mad at me! At least yer get to meet mah cousin!”

“I don’t care,” Jezebel murmured stormily, refusing to look at Montana. “Yer such a dumbass! Can’t believe yer brought me BACKWARDS,” Montana grumbled to herself.

“Well, maybe yer shoulda read the map yerself!”

In a black mood now, Jezebel suddenly stopped and turned around sharply, bending down towards the tiny Outlaw.

“I woulda! But yer were so eager in leading me, yer practically SNATCHED my map!”

Montana gave her a face of defiance.

“Yer needed help! And I’m here, ain’t I? Fat-ass!”

“It’s true what they say about small Outlaws. Small bodies, smaller brains!”

At this point, Jezebel and Montana’s foreheads were practically pressed together, their glares hotly locking, and their voices rose to the skies, echoing throughout the seemingly-empty landscape of Mongo Wilds.

Unaware of innocent bystanders, the two Outlaws continued their shouting-match…

“Yer just all boobs and no brain!” Montana snapped. Jezebel snarled, her fists clenching.

“Shut yer mouth or I’ll fuckin’ turn yer into a windsock!”

Betty-Lou made her way down the path. She had heard some ruckus not far from her bat hutches. She was always weary of unfamiliar noises and voices when it came to her bats. Too many thieves about looking to swipe some of her specially trained critters.

Three boombats followed the breeder with a fourth perched comfortably on her shoulder. The wolvark made her way to the two figures on the path, chuckling as she realized they were doing nothing but throwing insults at eachother.

"Yew gals mind keepin' it down 'round here? Yer gonna go an' spook my boomers. And ya won't like 'em when they spooked!" The flying bats around her started growling at the strangers, darting back and forth. She clicked her tongue, signaling at them to calm down. Aside from the lazy bat falling asleep on her shoulder, the rest immediately stopped in their tracks and hovered in place.

"Well, hey there! Ain't you that gal from the hot tub over where the weird lookin' grubbs live? I never got yer name, hun! Mine's Betty-Lou."

Jezebel blinked and looked down at the Wolvark. She recalled her from her supposing peaceful night. Strange…she had expected Wolvarks to be a little bit bigger. Then again. Jezebel was almost always the one towering over other species. She nodded, drawing in a long breathe of smoke from her cigar and exhaled slowly.

“That’s right. Name’s Jezebel Shappow…I haven’t seen Wolvarks around these parts,” She gazed across the Mongo Wilds, hearing the alien chirping of creatures that nestled deeply within the bushes ahead. Then she faced the female Wolvark. “Whatcha doin’ here, Betty-Lou?”

“Shoooot, ya dun got the same name as my banjo! I’m thinkin’ that’s a good sign we should be friends, heheh! Oh, lil ol’ me? I gots me a place down by the river. I raise boombats and sell ‘em off to them outlaws. Summa thems reeeal cute ya know what I’m sayin’?” She nudges Jessie with her elbow. “So how ‘bout yew, hun? What’s yer story?”

The Outlaw cocked a brow at Betty-Lou, a little surprised to hear about the name of her Banjo. If she believed in Odd and fate as much, she probably would have agreed. Maybe it wasn’t just a coincidence…

Jezebel tucked her hands in her trench-coat pockets.

“Well…I ain’t got much of an amazin’ story… I’m a…” She trailed, trying to find the right word. “I’m a Wanderer, lookin’ for someone.” She glanced over her shoulder briefly before she added in a low hiss: “I ain’t in the good books of Xplosive McGee, though…Bastard’s probably huntin’ me down,”

#He's bought from me a couple'a times before #but he was very in-and-out about it #no time fer small talk

Her eyes lit up at the mention of Xplosives. "Oooh yew know that hunk in leather? Damn, girl! Think yew can hook me up?" Betty giggled but stopped when she noticed Jezebel's serious expression. "Eheheh. I'm just yankin' yer chain. So, uh... What did ya do ta piss 'im off? If yus don't mind me askin'..."

“Yous seen summa them boys? Hotter than that Scrabanian place up East!”

[[So the super-duper wonderful @ask-alf-oddworld was doing requests, and one of them was Betty and Jezebel talking about Outlaw boys. These two would be really close friends, I can see that. xD The silly stuff they would talk about, and Jessie wouldn’t feel threatened at all.

This was originally a rough sketch the epic @ask-alf-oddworld did, I just happened to do the lineart and colour it like a two-year old! xD Hope you enjoy it. <3 I needed something to do. This was wonderful, thank you!]]

@ask-alf-oddworld @bettylouboom

#Cutie patoots #outlaw gal pals

((beautiful job holy wow!!))

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Betty fact:Betty will 'talk' to her boombats by mimicking their revving noises while checking her huts. She's weird. Although she does seem to actually communicate with them through whistling and teaches them different commands.

[[What was originally a silly doodle ended up being a colored piece. Ah well. <3 @bettylouboom gives Jezebel a ‘serious talk’ about them Outlaw boys… I hope this gives some of you lovelies a giggle.]]

((This is perfect haha!))

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Keeping it under 500 words!

Jezebel had been sitting on the edge of the cliff thatlooked out over the sleeping town of DuskyHollow, both legs hanging over the drop, her body hunched over, staring blanklyat the town, lost in thoughts.

She had been there for some time, away from everyone in D.Caste Raider’s hideout, when the sound of a footstep made her turn. Coming upthe path was the small figure of Betty-Lou, a white bed-sheet draping over hertiny shoulders, making her look like a spirit in the moonlight.

“Whatcha’ doin’ here, Betty?” The female Outlawasked quietly. “Ya’ll should be asleep,”

“I was worried about yuh. Yew been very quiet sincethat meeting with Raider,” The Wolvark observed, ignoring Jezebel’s advice.

Jezebel looked away, unconsciously rubbing onto theleather-straps that bounded around her right arm. “There’s no hidin’anything from yer, is there?”

Betty-Lou’s eyes fell onto Jezebel’s concealed arm and wasabout to say something, but she sensed that Jezebel didn’t want her to pry anyfurther. Instead, she settled on: “Nah. I may be a Wolvark, but I ain’tstupid like them Outlaw-Minions,”

Jezebel chuckled faintly, and Betty-Lou felt warmth in it.

They sat there together, watching the moons, beforeBetty-Lou faced Jezebel, unable to bear the silence between them anymore.“Jezebel, what was the deal wid yew and Raider?” Jezebel’s crimsoneyes locked onto Betty-Lou, who stared back at her innocently. “There besomethin’ goin’ on between yew two, isn’t there? He just stared at yew, and alldem Outlaw-Bosses and Minions had gone crazy!”

Jezebel sighed, talking a deep, steadying breath before shebegan. As she talked, she gazed into the cool white glow of the moon, and themoonlight limned the curve of her features.

“It’s just hard to take it all in…” Jezebelbegan, hugging herself. “All of my life, I never would ‘ave guessedthat…” Jezebel stopped again, her head hanging as she felt fresh tearsthreatening her, the shock of her discovery still breaking her down, trying toget its entire weightiness through her. Betty-Lou sat there patiently, allowingthe big Outlaw-lady to compose herself and start again. "Ta believe I would never seen my kindagain…then I see McGee, and Montana, Fatty…and now all of dem Outlaws backin that Hideout…it’s all hard to take in. And then D. Caste Raider…“Jezebel stopped, her voice rippled in her chest as she tried hard not to cryfrom the overbearing news.

There was silence between them for a moment. Then, with arustle of clothing, Betty-Lou edged closer to Jezebel and leaned against hershoulder.

"Shooooot, gurl, yew can talk ta me when yer feelin’comfortable.” The Wolvark hung her arm over Jezebel’s shoulder and huggedonto her. “We’re friends, remember?”

Jezebel smiled lightly, and nodded.

“Yea’, we are…” She replied, and they stayed andwatched the moons rise for a while before going back to the Hideout.

[[I had so much fun with this! Plus, it’s probably gonna be a part in Jezebel’s Quest. Of course, with permission from the lovely Mun of Betty-Lou, I can honestly see her being a really fitting companion with Jezebel on her journey <3 Hope you enjoy it! And hope I got her lingo right, I’m rather crap at Western lingo XD]].