#[Bodiltalos]

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Bodiltalos: Dumb cow tits

Shirotsuba: Must you always hurt me with such words?

Bodiltalos: Want me to shoot you instead?

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“Hey, its not my fault short people, especially short women, are designed to be manhandled!”

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looks like Cataleya's in the middle of changing her clothes

He’s just staring silently, like a prawling hunter, unmoving.

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Fear, terror was not something that hampered the...

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Ploy is amazed, she had presumed that she would watch them struggle with themselves. Then lose all judgment and charge recklessly, frothing and screaming like rabid beasts. Either that or lose all ability to fight and function. But this...that they clearly felt the Fear and knew what they faced was beyond them, yet utilized the feeling to go boldly toward inevitable demise. It is fascinating, it evokes thoughts of the past, and finally, she understands that as many times before as a youngling, there would be no peaceful resolution here. 

A beast protecting its den had not been entirely accurate, he unquestionably is protecting something. But it also seems to be a rage, driven by not quite a fear of what he did not understand, but a deep-rooted Hatred. Ploy understands this now, though, in her mind, it shows him to be undeniably vacuous. Besides casual visual observation, this was likely all she would ever truly know about this little human. The loss of potential stories was a shame.

When the pair are near enough, in one fluid movement, the knife is again withdrawn. In a crooked arc that leaves a deep neat line across the warrior’s throat and then buried in the skull of the beast, and with a hand on the side of the beast. Then both are shoved back rapidly with enough force to fell a tree. A more drawn-out battle would have likely been more honorable, however....she’s worn nice clothing and the Depths would swallow the Ancient before she would allow a little angry man to potentially ruin them. 

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It’s been a few weeks ever since Orianna found herself being the submissive property of a Leader to a group of bandits, Bodiltalos. She was once a huntress that fought to keep the peace of her world but ever since arriving in this foreign world, she hasn’t been the same since. The former huntress fell into being the “pet” of a powerful man that got her to do any of his bidding. 

She dawned a collar that that had a chained that would be connected to the other ones around her two wrists. It was long and loose enough for her to move normally but also strong enough to be restrain her should Bodiltalos choose to. 

It’s also no surprise that news spread around the camp that some men couldn’t help but eye the silver haired woman to see her exotic beauty. However, it’s been established that no man would touch her other than her own master.

Orianna was always kept in his chambers and to behave until he got back. She was allowed to request for food or drinks that would keep her sustained but other than that she’s not permitted to be seen or touched by others. 

She sat quietly on the rugged floor, reading a small book to keep herself occupied and informed of the world she currently lives in. Normally, she’d be clothed whenever Bodiltalos wasn’t around but since she assumed he’ll be back soon she didn’t bother clothing up just in case he ‘wanted’ her the moment he comes back. So the only thing on her now were was her collar and wrist chains as she flips through the book.

Orianna shouldn’t be expecting anyone to go inside his tent. Ever.

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ಠ_ಠ Rhea to Bodiltalos Jez to Yeo and Nyx to Tachyon >:3c

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“I wanna ruin that man and show him just how much of a woman I really am~ He’ll be weak at the knees when I’m done with him~ begging for me to come back~”

Jezebeth has had thoughts of being blindfolded and tied up. Being a lover of shibari, anyway would be great. Being blindfolded, tied up and have him have her way with her, after all she’s daddys little girl~

“Mm! I want to be filled to the brim with his baby making juice~ Have it pouring out of me in my three different holes~”

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cute gender neutral things to call ur partner

significant annoyance

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"I missed your birthday, but I still meant to ask you for your age, Half woman." ((Bodiltalos to Rhea))

"Oh ho, you do care" the raven giggled as she stood before the male. Smiling and bopped his nose and giggled again. "I turned 24 darling, nothing special"

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Shirotsuba: You just can't punch people like that without reason!

Bodiltalos: Well,just because it's highly frowned upon doesn't mean I can't

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What is your song?

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BODILTALOS

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It was her earnestly that hit him harder than a glare. She was so happy of something so given. She was either stupid, or clearly not alright in the head. Bodiltalos wouldn't freeze as he laid her back on bed.

His own look was increasingly more miserable however.

“Yes. You're welcome. Now you got to rest for the time being.”

He'd stand up and stretch. Subconsciously, he'd reach for his nose and groan a bit once he touched.

“I'll fetch you some food for later. Anything you're allergic to or…?” He was struggling to not stay idle for too long. If he did so, he would be allowing his mind to drift.

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He was no stranger to her first reaction. Woefully so, it was the basic state for most women who caught on to him. Yet she was a prisoner. Of both her broken body and literally of him.

The Bloodhound would shush her, caught in his arms he’d make an attempt at being gentle.

“You haven’t failed me. I was too rough on you.” He mumbled, his voice was raspy and dry.

She would notice the wounds on his face and he instinctively went to hide them with his hand. Touching them accidentally he’d hiss in pain before actually replying to her.

“It’s nothing.”

There was no good way to tell her without either hurting his pride or feeling guilty, so he opted not to.

“You’re under my care until your condition betters. If you give me your parents’ address and identification I’ll have them shipped a crate of rations.” He stood up after letting her head rest on the pillows. Wrapped in the first he’d leave her bedside, turning to his cup of wine and giving it a long and thirsty chug.

“Then, you can leave.”

✿ This wasn’t right. To think that she’d have to be comforted by the man who’d single-handedly reduced her to such a miserable state; if she were in her right mind, she’d probably still find herself openly sobbing into his shoulder, for she had nobody else to turn to. At the very least, his somber tone seemed to suggest that he regretted his actions.    Well, there was also the matter of his injuries, but he refused to elaborate, and Mio wouldn’t dare press him any further on the issue– this was her first moment of peace after being plucked off the streets, and she wished for nothing more than to be able to bask in it for just a little while longer. As she relays her address to the Chieftain, she gradually begins to relax in his grip.    She was still exhausted after her surgery, and would need a generous amount of time to rest before she could rise again, but one simple sentence managed to keep her from drifting away the instant her head landed on her pillow. “Wha–?” Mio blinks once, twice, staring up at Bodiltalos with her wide-eyed expression. “I-I can… you mean you… you’re letting me go…?”    Mio could hardly believe it– no, it was too good to be true, he couldn’t possibly have meant it that way… but what if he did? “D-Do I… really get to go home…?” Her lips are quivering now, and before she can stop herself, songs of praise began tumbling out of her mouth. 

   “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so, so much, sir!! I-I’m so glad, I thought I’d never get to see my family ever again… I’m truly grateful for this!!” Joyful tears wracked Mio’s body between hiccups and shuddering breaths, and she flashes Bodiltalos a genuine smile.    “I’m so glad… really, I’m so, so glad…”

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ff+ cataleya/bodiltalos >:3c

Send me "ff+" and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.

“Who wrote this?” he would inquire, angry. “Whos the fucking pervert who’s minding and fantasizing about my personal affairs!?”

Half of what it stated wasn’t even true. He was not short of temper.

“WHO WAS IT!?!?”

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*le yen symbol*

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | no | maybeFavorite thing about them: He’s hot. Even if his fashion sense is..err…Lacking,I personally think he is hot. Least favorite thing about them: He’s a sociopathic,psychotic, psychopathic bastard.

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It was a calm forest, albeit a bit chaotic, but calm reined amongst the laberynthian roots ejecting the ground, and the tall trees. Sun barely poured in from the tree tops and in the distance a calm chirp of a bird could be heard. The floor was covered in fallen pine cones and debree, and in the distance she could see a squirrel jumping from tree to tree, with the dexterity of a monkey.

Something shuddered under the ground near her, as pine debree rolled off it, a great mount of it emerged and soon the quitinous legs of a gigantic centipede the size of a motorbike shuddered away and scurred under the thick roots of an ancient tree, seemingly not having noticed the girl standing in the middle of the forest, completely estranged.

Then, in the distance, horns sounded. Soft cheers muffled by the forest trees and flooring, increasing. Then the ground started to tremble. Again, the horn, and over the distance, between the thickness of the trees a great Elk would scamper about, an utter terrified expression on its bestial face and one of his horns broken from the tip, as it moved its massive body, the crown got entangled in the low hanging trees and the animal was not waiting for either circling the trees or minding his horns. The brambles would get stomped and his horns would, when entangled, break off. Rather the horn that was chasing.

Close to twenty riders, ridding horses on their black saddles, their red capes floating in the wind as the neighing of their horses accompanied their hunting cries. Another time the horn sounded and throwing spears whisled in the air, falling not on target but certainly close to it. Another salvo, this time, one of the jagged spears managed to land in the creature’s hind quarters, making it buck in pain and grind to a halt just a few meters where she was. 

And so the chase was over. Circling about, the riders would steer their horses and raise their spears. Then, one of the riders, hooded rode by on his steed and from a close distance shot the Elk dead in the throat with another spear. With a lamentous cry of pain and fear, the creature swaddled and fell to its side, bringing cheers of the men there gathered, all the meanwhile the girl was left witness to the end of the hunt, encircled and not at all ignored.

The men proceeded to repeat the same tactic with her, closing the circle around her and raising their spears as the single one rider from before neared her with a soft trot. A smug look on his face as he held the reins of his horse. She could tell now, so close to the men that they wore paint over their faces, and had many trophies of their hunts pending over like talismans. Some had what seemed like guns in holsters, but more importantly were their horses, who looked unlike any horse she had ever seen, with their normal long snouts parting open to rows and rows of sharp teeth like a wolf, spread throughout the length of the muzzle which opened far wider than any horses could.

The single man atop his black horse struggled to keep the creature in place, who was trying to lunge at the girl with blood crazed eyes.

“My, my... This hunt came with a trophy inside. A small pearl, looking to be despoiled.” the hooded man with golden eyes said, while gazing intensely towards her. “Tell me, little pearl, are you lost?”

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Here, a Collection

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So thats:

Mun vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muve vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse vs Muse

Featured in alphabetical order:

Me

Aeliana

Argos Nauman

Bodiltalos 

Carmencita

Hans Löcke

Hëlka Hilevi Läksoppa

Hsiao-han

Hwa-Yoon

Isaac Romano

iUta

Rantley Ratel

Rubrika Alfreda Tarantberg

Sherra Dreadgiver

Tachyon 

Takashi Toshifune

God i hate this maker so little options and tbh a full lgbt-centered maker isn’t the best for my muses, though with some i’ve used, but anyways, feel free to try yourself.