Odd-sake!

Oddworld ask blog for Lyle/west, a bounty hunter mudokon who travels around west mudos, after enduring much hardship throughout his life. main blog : @Blissfully_Lank_Artz

[defiant-dandylion]

Lyle/West , The Bounty hunter

and here he is lyle, west, westly whatever you want to call him, eitherway he is a bounty hunter. a mudokon that originally was a factory worker, though when discovered later to have been born a fertile Queen was then taken and made use of. for years he lived everyday tormented by the reality he was in, not just for the heinous things he had to endure, but also the internal pain of not getting to live as his true self, been seen as a queen was a nightmare for him in more ways than one.

though eventually through some efforts of his own he was able to exscape, theres alot more to his story, hes a mudokon thats been through alot of shit. while he is happier now being able to live as his true self, theres still alot he feels he lacks in life to really make it worth while living.

he is open for asks and interactions, i still have to develop some of his stuff but some questions might help :3

[mudslinger-bounty]

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

Lyle's nights are riddled with night terrors, there isn't a day he awakes without being slicked in sweat, or without fear in his eyes. Or the pound of his heart in his ears.

Lyle actually doesn't sleep very well, when he does it's hard for him to even get to sleep, often taking hours to just fall asleep. Then when he is asleep he's often terrorised by night terrors, nightmares, vivid memories of his past. So yeah he does have insominia along with PTSD which heavily affects his ability to sleep. Thats why he has bags under his eyes all the time and is just always exhuasted looking, because he genuinely is straight up just exhausted, both mentally and physically.

He tends to keep his gun close by when he's sleeping but if he doesn't have it then he has a knife nearby. It's best you don't disturb him when he's sleeping even if it seems like hes having a hard time of it, mainly because that puts you are risk. he has been known to pull weapons on folks who wake him up suddenly, it's kind of something he does by reflex, but also because if heightended fear when he wants up he often feels the need to protect himself immediately. So don't take it personally when you get a gun pulled on you for waking the poor guy.

He much apprciates folks just giving him space and time.

[mudslinger-bounty]

Lyle slaying because he can, so a bit of fun and not so fun lore about Lyle. Hes very much aware he is good looking and at times will take advantage of that even when it puts him in uncomfortable positions, sometimes even placing himself in situations that dig up the pain of his past. Though he buried it deep down and plays the role of seducer when need be, sometimes this is simply to get his way or or squeeze out information from folks by buttering them up. It works often enough without him placing himself in any actual danger, but doesn't stop the sickening feelings that comes with their interactions or the fact he feels like ripping his skin off.

He's a tad self destructive...

[mudslinger-bounty]

Have some Lyle sketches might make em digital will have to see. But yeah I could see him being into chaps, harnesses ect, he's a leather lad. Wanted to doodle these after I saw pinup dusty 😔 inspo strikes when you least expect it and today that was it. Kiss your cowboy mudokons, Thier lonely mfers.

[memedetonator]

☠ ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. (𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒(𝑠).)

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

🛍 - Does your muse like to go shopping? What do they usually shop for? What kind of stores do they frequent?

🍔 - What kind of food does your muse usually eat? Do they have a favorite food, or favorite style of food? Do they have allergies? Are they vegan, vegetarian, etc.?

🍺 - How does your muse feel about the consumption of alcohol? Do they drink? Are they a heavy drinker, or are they on the lighter side? What's your muse's favorite alcoholic drink?

🎩 - What would your muse wear to a formal event? Do they dress more modestly, or do they go all out?

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels?

🎸 - Can your muse play any instruments? Do they play them often, or rarely? How actually skilled are they at playing them?

🎤 - Can your muse sing well? Do they sing often? If they were to stand up in front of a crowd, would they be able to sing in front of all of those people?

🗺️ - How often does your muse travel? Do they like to travel? Would they prefer to travel alone, or with friends? Where have they been? What was their favorite trip?

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

🍡 - Can your muse cook? Can they bake? How well can they do either? Do they have any kitchen disaster stories?

⚾️ - Does your muse enjoy sports? Do they play any, or do they simply prefer to watch? Do they have a favorite sport?

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments? How do they live with them?

🧠 - Does your muse have any mental ailments? How do they live with them?

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

[mudslinger-bounty]

Fuck the factories. Live your life. Good luck wherever you are. I wish you a good life.

As the new voice cracked through the speaker of the device west flinched a bit, he had gotten so familiar to the other one that a different one certainly caught him off guard. " Odd-damn! You scared the shit out of me, how many of ya are able to talk in this here device?! " Grabbing the device he glanced down at the screen, once again no channel number. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, had it had one, maybe he could of finally met others. Though for now it seems he will be followed by unchannelef voices.

" well regardless, I appreciate the luck and wishes, sure as odd am going to need them. Been hard to get work these days to get mulah, bounty hunting work is only viable if there's someone with an actual bounty on em"

" though anyway whoever you are, I hope your living your truth and that you ain't alone"

[mudslinger-bounty]

When would you say is the happiest you’ve been in this life? Well, at your most calm.

" honestly, it was back when I had my first procedure done by the vyker. He wasn't exactly the friendliest, stoic, snappy, but he seemed to take a lot of pride and care in his work. Still don't trust him fully ...but ..at that time he treated me well. I remember waking up on a bed propped up, I was in alot of pain of course from the procedure. I could hear him bickering to some folk who dropped by but as soon as they left he came back to me. Gave me something to help with the pain, he even made me meals and helped me eat. "

"I was there for maybe 2 weeks? But he took care of me in that time and for once I was allowed to simply exist as my truth. I was so happy that my body...finally was starting to align with what felt right as well. I don't know why the vyker took care of me...why he kept me a secret. Or why he was even respectful to me, I'm a Mudokon, I shouldn't of been treated with respect yet I was. Honestly that Vyker confused me greatly and still does, but I'm thankful...to the momentary peace I had in his care. That was a good few years ago now though, I doubt he remembers me."

[mudslinger-bounty]

How different do you think your life would be if you were born infertile, or a Drone, from the start?

" I'm not sure, had I been infertile maybe I wouldn't of been put through everything I've been through. Though it's likely I would of been subject to other things as a result, honestly I can't see myself ever having lived a life free of a series of heinous shi happening. Exscaping may have been a lot easier than it was maybe... But whose to say I wouldn't of became somones exotic pet instead."

" I can't be born a drone...but being born a worker would of opened that door up to me at least. With this body, I was never given the option. I don't know...had I been born a worker life would of been alot easier, but had a been a worker... I might still be in that factory. It's unfortunate my freedom and having the cotten torn from my eyes came at the cost of everything else. "

[mudslinger-bounty]

‘King’ procedures?

" uh ...yeah, your catching on quick, I like that. My chest is fine, but I would like to be made infertile. If I do that...then it'll deem me useless to the ones that seek to use me for exactly the reason that I'm currently very much fertile. Got enough offspring running around anyway, don't need more of me in the world, I'm perfectly fine living a childless life... Besides I don't see myself as the parental type "

" As for the other procedures...I've uh...I've debated on treatments to turn me into a drone. I don't know...I just think being closer to what's perceived as more masculine is more comfortable. But at the same time... Part of me is fine with how my body currently is, being a smaller frame and all that, it has it's benefits. So that's still kind of on the back burner, but I'm not going ahead with any of it... Not till I find a partner I can trust to watch over me when I go under. "

[mudslinger-bounty]

Any thoughts about who that person may be? What would you all do together?

" like what my ideal travel partner would be, or do you mean do I have a particular person in mind? Cause I ain't got anyone particular in mind...met an odd guy once, was a steed, which I thought those guys were extinct. Turns out they ain't yet. I would of considered him but...he ain't a fan of guns, we clashed a bit. But other than that he seemed alright. Had he been on board with the guns, maybe we'd be smooth sailing, but he don't seem the type to want company stringing along behind him. Though that was just my impression"

" I think my ideal travel partner would be somone who can cook real good, or make some nice liquor. Someone who won't stab me in the back ...or sell me out for mullah, somone I can feel safe with. Someone who would get me out of a bind, knowing I'd do the same for em. Ya know... Someone decent. If they looked handsome that would be a nice bonus too... Not that is important, just ya know travel partners out here ain't usually just travel partners. They be your life ones too, or at least that's the goal."

" I think I'd enjoy going fishing with em, maybe go to a bar for once. Generally do things I usually don't, things I be too scared of doing. I'd like to go to the vyker again, there's more procedures I want done, but I've been concerned about going back again without company. In case they do back stab me this time after letting me slip last time, I have my doubts they'd let it happen twice. I don't want to push my luck. I'd like to play cards too, I never get to play em with anyone."

[mudslinger-bounty]

As expected of any factory, when you think about it. But I can only imagine that job was far from pleasant; Oddfolks will do anything to make and keep their source of income, especially so far from their own civilization. I’m sorry for whatever you had to endure - not that I’m at fault, but you sound like you deserve an apology nonetheless. And a big one at that.

words of comfort was the last thing the hardened mudokon has exspected to come from the device, attaching it to his belt by it's straps, it was morning now so he needed to get his day started. listening to the voice he couldnt help but feel strange about it, it didn't feel real. it would be a while before he would grow used to the voice coming through a device it shouldn't even be able to do that with, let alone talking to somone after being alone for so long.

" eh ain't just the factory, i also wouldn't call what i did a job, wasn't given a choice. also words wont fix or change shit, apologies mean nothing, especially when you don't even know what your apologising for....but...i appreciate the effort" clearing his throat he pulled his mask over his beak, grabbing his hat as he dusted the sand off it before placing it on his head. he wasn't a fan of words, folks could lie, he found the actions of others revealed much more about them than the words they spoke, but he also knew not to disregard everything folk said.

" honestly i ain't even want an apology... what happened to me... ain't somehting an apology will fix. i just want to be able to live my truth... maybe gain a travel partner or two and not have to fear em if they find out im a king. ain't much... yet in this world it seems like too much of a feat to ask for"

[im just imaging poor lyle wandering around and he looks like hes talking to himself from afar]

[mudslinger-bounty]

Why would a Pud of a factory be looking for you?

tw, blood and dark themes

As the voice would crack through the device once again, his brows furrowed this time at the question asked. could he really trust the voice coming through the device, what if it was just the factory trying to find him again. to bring him back and shackle him again, to make his wrists bleed from the many attempts of exscape.

he could still remember the thick smell of iron and copper, the stone floors beneath him stained from old blood, yet wet from fresh blood. the cold metal bar pressed into his beak, causing his jaw to ache and saliva to drip from his gaged mouth.

he didnt want to go back to that, he couldn't go back to that. hesitantly he spoke up finally. Though it would seem he didn't fully trust the voices in the box yet, keeping his answer vague and up for interpretation, while the memories of that room burned in the back of his mind.

" because they want thier mulah saver back"

[mudslinger-bounty]

Hello, Mr. West. What do you do to occupy time in . . Well, the West?

As the cracking of the device filled the silence of the desert, the Mudokon didn't awaken at first. His form curled around himself, as the heat of the fire licked his back. At first the crackling he hadn't heard, it was drowned out by the snapping of the burning wood.

Though as the voice snapped through the static clear as day, the Mudokon jumped from his sleep drawing his gun. His heart racing in his chest, his pupils small flickering around the dark, till he looked where his barrel was pointed. Slowly lowering the gun he tucked it back into its holster, running a paw over his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers as a groggy groan escaped him.

While a voice coming through the device was out of the norm, it was certainly better than facing an actual imminent threat. Reaching over for the device he took it up in his hands, crossing his legs over , deciding he might as well get comfortable for this one. Starring down at the little lit up screen no channel number or name was listed... Strange.

But also, curious.

Clearing his throat he quietly thought to himself before his rasped voice escaped his beak. " I uh...I guess hunting...tracking things down then hunting them for food. But kind of tricky, don't like eating the canned shit but ain't much out here, ya either eat or starve. I do bounty hunting too...listen to music on this hear device-" he tapped his claw on the metal surface of the device. " I guess lately I've been trying to find myself a mount, slim pickings though and hard to come across anything decent. I'd go to the bars ...but...well clakkers be liking my sort a bit TOO much. Also Thier liquor sucks and they don't got any great company there. "

Why was he talking to a box? What's the chances that this was just some random station with prerecorded messages? Sighing softly he squeezed the device gently between his paws. What if maybe he finally had folk to talk to?

" well There ain't much out here to preoccupy yourself with other than work, folk usually have partners for that but I'm a lone wonderer it seems...though say how are you even talking to me through this "??

[hinje]

Excuse me for starting with this, since I guess it is a bit obvious from you being in the West for so long, but you have a lovely Western drawl to your voice. Just wanted to note that because you also sound tired; if I wrenched you from a nice nap, I apologize and I’m glad you can find the peace and quiet needed to sleep in the Wild.

I heard from a Blissful bird that one of the stations on my radio was a direct pipeline to a certain Mudokon’s comms. To be honest, it was a complete shot in the dark as to which one would hit its mark. But I became interested - not many of your ‘sort’ out there. Did you plan on being so far from Industrialist civilization? And what was the journey like, if you don’t mind me asking?

[mudslinger-bounty]

As the same voice cracked through the static of the unnumbered station he could no longer deny it was intended for him, based on the fact the voice had responded directly to what he had said. it didn't entirely make sense, this device was not supposed to be able to be used as a communication device. Knitting his brows together he let out a heavy yawn, before laying on his side holding the device in one hand as he did.

" heh, I wouldn't call it finding peace, ain't such thing anywhere here. Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I don't, just seems to be I was able to get some until you popped up." Snorting a bit he rolled his eyes, peace, ridiculous.

" I ain't that far from industrialists, unfortunately, bastards are everywhere...Their worst on out here, entirely unregulated. Was a factory I used to work at on out here... Smaller than them there big ones uh rupture farms... Nd so on that be more well known. Meat production catered to clakkers mainly, though they also produced crap for muds, or really anything out here. " He went quiet thinking back to his journey, how does he even begin to talk about it.

" it was rough...real rough... The journey, I mean, and it never really stopped, as much as I'd love to believe the journey is over I know it ain't. Right after I escaped the factory, I just ended up immediately getting caught by clakkers. I've been caught a couple times actually.... It's never been a fun experience. I've become well acquaintanced with restraints, metal don't make good company, can't recommend it" he laughed tiredly at his own joke laying his head down on his arm sleepily.

" the factory ain't too far, so wasn't much of a journey, just a whole lot of walking, ain't much interesting to tell. Was no grande escape like those ones I heard about that Abe fella. I'm pretty sure the factory gave up looking for me... But can't let my guard down now. "

[mudslinger-bounty]

Hello, Mr. West. What do you do to occupy time in . . Well, the West?

As the cracking of the device filled the silence of the desert, the Mudokon didn't awaken at first. His form curled around himself, as the heat of the fire licked his back. At first the crackling he hadn't heard, it was drowned out by the snapping of the burning wood.

Though as the voice snapped through the static clear as day, the Mudokon jumped from his sleep drawing his gun. His heart racing in his chest, his pupils small flickering around the dark, till he looked where his barrel was pointed. Slowly lowering the gun he tucked it back into its holster, running a paw over his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers as a groggy groan escaped him.

While a voice coming through the device was out of the norm, it was certainly better than facing an actual imminent threat. Reaching over for the device he took it up in his hands, crossing his legs over , deciding he might as well get comfortable for this one. Starring down at the little lit up screen no channel number or name was listed... Strange.

But also, curious.

Clearing his throat he quietly thought to himself before his rasped voice escaped his beak. " I uh...I guess hunting...tracking things down then hunting them for food. But kind of tricky, don't like eating the canned shit but ain't much out here, ya either eat or starve. I do bounty hunting too...listen to music on this hear device-" he tapped his claw on the metal surface of the device. " I guess lately I've been trying to find myself a mount, slim pickings though and hard to come across anything decent. I'd go to the bars ...but...well clakkers be liking my sort a bit TOO much. Also Thier liquor sucks and they don't got any great company there. "

Why was he talking to a box? What's the chances that this was just some random station with prerecorded messages? Sighing softly he squeezed the device gently between his paws. What if maybe he finally had folk to talk to?

" well There ain't much out here to preoccupy yourself with other than work, folk usually have partners for that but I'm a lone wonderer it seems...though say how are you even talking to me through this "??

[mudslinger-bounty]

Small Catch

Western mudos is a rough landscape, though only if you allow it to be, if you know what you're doing it's just your day to day, your norm. Since escaping the clutches of some clakker bastards, the Mudokon king, had been trying to adapt to life once again. Trying to act like things didn't go wrong, again, that he wasn't trapped, again. A tiring cycle that saw no end to its dark tunnel, yet he marched on, some myth of light at the end of the tunnel keeping him stepping forward. But was the light truly there?

How could he be sure it wasn't just some finely crafted lie, like everything else on this manufactured world they lived in, overtaken by the industrialists.

The very concept of a better life filled with joy, safety and prosperity, was something he couldn't fully bring himself to believe in.

It had to be a lie, because if it wasn't, why was he never granted it.

Feeling the tug of the fishing wire, coiled tight around his finger, he shook off the thoughts starring into the water of the river. The flow of it steady, yet fast enough it distorted any view below it's surface. Yet he knew he soon would have a catch, about time, his arm was growing tired from holding its position.

As the wire began to dig into his flesh, without giveaway, he finally yoinked his arm back in one swift move, pulling the fishing wire from the water. He then brought his arm back around, dangling his catch in front of him to view his accomplishment ... and what a let down it was. There hung, one of the smallest fish he has ever caught in his lifetime in west mudos, pathetically wiggling around on the hook.

Catching anything decent seemed to be off the table, while his catches hadn't been great lately, this by far was the worst one yet. " I honestly don't even feel like eating you..." He spoke out to the fish, as if it would understand him. " But a man's got to eat " unhooking the fish he pressed one of his claws into its scaly body, the moving finally coming to a stop. The fish was small enough he didn't have to take a knife to it.

Pathetic. It would surely be done in one bite.

[mudslinger-bounty]

Lyle is open for asks and interactions btw ✨

[mudslinger-bounty]

Small Catch

Western mudos is a rough landscape, though only if you allow it to be, if you know what you're doing it's just your day to day, your norm. Since escaping the clutches of some clakker bastards, the Mudokon king, had been trying to adapt to life once again. Trying to act like things didn't go wrong, again, that he wasn't trapped, again. A tiring cycle that saw no end to its dark tunnel, yet he marched on, some myth of light at the end of the tunnel keeping him stepping forward. But was the light truly there?

How could he be sure it wasn't just some finely crafted lie, like everything else on this manufactured world they lived in, overtaken by the industrialists.

The very concept of a better life filled with joy, safety and prosperity, was something he couldn't fully bring himself to believe in.

It had to be a lie, because if it wasn't, why was he never granted it.

Feeling the tug of the fishing wire, coiled tight around his finger, he shook off the thoughts starring into the water of the river. The flow of it steady, yet fast enough it distorted any view below it's surface. Yet he knew he soon would have a catch, about time, his arm was growing tired from holding its position.

As the wire began to dig into his flesh, without giveaway, he finally yoinked his arm back in one swift move, pulling the fishing wire from the water. He then brought his arm back around, dangling his catch in front of him to view his accomplishment ... and what a let down it was. There hung, one of the smallest fish he has ever caught in his lifetime in west mudos, pathetically wiggling around on the hook.

Catching anything decent seemed to be off the table, while his catches hadn't been great lately, this by far was the worst one yet. " I honestly don't even feel like eating you..." He spoke out to the fish, as if it would understand him. " But a man's got to eat " unhooking the fish he pressed one of his claws into its scaly body, the moving finally coming to a stop. The fish was small enough he didn't have to take a knife to it.

Pathetic. It would surely be done in one bite.