hey im roman. you may remember me from such things as '''pornography''' or '''fanfiction'''. this is my oddworld quarantine blog where i contribute to an autistic extended oc universe with @lair-of-the-white-worm
☣️this blog will contain toxic yaoi, dark themes, grimdark backstories, and horny cannibalism☣️
also i am not here for discourse. ppl seriously calling themselves 'anti/proship' in the year of our odd 2025 will be laughed out of the room. if i find out you're into underage/incest i am sniping you
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other places you can find me on are:
@theelderscrotes on bluesky (NSFW)
@theelderscrotes on pillowfort(NSFW)
@romaine-arts, my sfw art
@crudecore, my tumblr-compliant nsfw
@mentalismmaria, my archive of our own page (NSFW)
@romaine, my furaffinity (NSFW)
@victoryroadburnout: pokemon blog
@relmyna-verenim: elder scrolls blog
@tarnished-doll : elden ring blog
FangBanger92: tracing art from a deceased ex friend
There's an iceberg of issues behind this person but I wanted to highlight a recent one.
FangBanger92 ( aka xFangBanger92x xFang-Banger92x etc) has laid claim to an OddWorld fan character and rather than simply create her own art of the character, she has instead traced art that was made of that character years ago by someone who used to be a friend of hers.
Worse is that he is no longer with us and he cannot defend his own work. And she knows this.
If you see this character named Lysander aka Lolli or Lollipop, just know that this piece of art, possible others, is stolen from a deceased man.
If you guys noticed that I haven't posted much lately, this is why. I was in an art block for a bit and Oddworld managed to inspire me enough to make this guy!
He lost his legs in an accident and decided to use this as an opportunity to steak from a Slig soldier and assume a fake Slig identity just to survive. He looks up to the legends of Abe from the south and wanted to make his own mark. But due to him not having the same powers, he's sort of stuck being the chauffeur for Matilda.
The Un-Queening of Abraham Lure (AKA the most important headcanon to us)
It felt right that I would be the one to articulate this idea, as it's lived in my mind for many years—something deeply personal, something I’ve carried since I was young. When I introduced @this-game-has-themes to Oddworld back in November, I chose to share this headcanon with him because I knew, instinctively, that he would understand not just the concept itself, but the emotional truth behind why it mattered so much to the story of Oddworld. This idea isn't just a passing interpretation; it is foundational to us. It shapes how we understand Abe, how we write him, and how we breathe life into every story we tell with him. For us, this isn’t speculative—it is truth. It is our canon.
The industrial exploitation of Mudokon society, particularly through the subjugation of its queens, has led to profound cultural and biological ramifications. This analysis explores that Abe, the central figure in the Mudokon resistance, was intended to be born as a "princess"—a term in Mudokon culture denoting a young female rather than implying future queenship. The industrialists' interventions, aimed at maintaining a docile workforce, have suppressed Abe's inherent identity.
Mudokon reproduction is centralized around queens, such as Sam, who are capable of laying eggs that determine the future of their society. In their native culture, Mudokons possess an intrinsic awareness of the nature of their offspring, including the ability to sense when a "princess" egg is about to be laid. This is a sensitivity underscoring the spiritual and communal bonds within Mudokon society.
However, under industrial captivity, this natural process has been grossly manipulated. Unhatched eggs are subjected to chemical interventions designed to ensure they develop exclusively into workers. This practice stems from the industrialists' fixation on supply and demand; the emergence of additional queens would disrupt the controlled production of a subservient labor force. The price of labour eggs would drop if Queens were able to hatch from them. By chemically enforcing worker status, the industrialists effectively curtail any potential for Mudokon autonomy or societal regeneration.
Despite these measures, Abe's birth (hatching) deviated from the industrialists' intentions. He emerged exhibiting characteristics indicative of a partially developed queen; most notably, newly hatched princesses are inherently more vocal than their worker counterparts, a trait that manifested in Abe's frequent crying. Sam intervened by stitching his lips—a poignant act aimed at protecting him from punitive actions that such disturbances might provoke. He could be killed or worse; have to suffer a similar fate as her. Sam sought to safeguard Abe, as her previous daughters born had been either euthanized or sent off somewhere unknown.
The industrialists' surveillance mechanisms eventually identified Abe's atypical attributes. Upon discovery, the Interns reported their findings to the Vykkers overseeing Nursery 1029. In a desperate bid to protect her child, Sam lied and asserted that Abe was incapable of maturing into a queen, leveraging the Mudokons' reputed intuitive knowledge of their progeny's potential.
Following Sam's assurances, Abe was subjected to a regimen of chemical treatments analogous to castration, involving a combination of steroids and puberty blockers. These substances were administered to arrest any queen-like development, effectively forcing Abe's physiology and psychology to align with that of a worker. He did not grow breasts or body fat upon adulthood. His cloaca developed outward instead of inward, similar in vein to clitoral growth due to testosterone. His sexual organs remained practically undeveloped and vestigial, just like his worker brothers.
The ramifications of this intervention were profound, disrupting his emotional equilibrium and natural hormonal progression. By the time he reached maturity, Abe was rendered indistinguishable from other workers, his true nature meticulously obscured by industrialist machinations.
Abe’s unawareness of his own biological divergence persisted for much of his early life—not due to personal denial, but as a direct result of systemic deprivation. Slaves in RuptureFarms and similar facilities are deliberately denied any form of education surrounding anatomy, reproduction, or identity. Sexual media, reproductive knowledge, and personal autonomy are considered liabilities by the industrial overseers, as any self-awareness among workers could pose a threat to the production model. Abe, like many others, was raised in a world that deliberately obscured not only gendered knowledge, but the very idea of the body as a site of identity. In this vacuum, Abe internalized the role of “worker” as a default state, never questioning the nature of his own body until much later, when spiritual awakening and resistance forced him into deeper confrontation with his origins. This ignorance, manufactured by design, became another layer of the industrialists’ control—a form of epistemic violence intended to erase identity at its root.
Abe’s androgyny—his coexistence of male and suppressed female traits—places him in unique alignment with traditional Mudokon spiritual archetypes, many of which venerate maternal protectiveness as a sacred force. Within native Mudokon cosmology, gender is not a rigid binary but a fluid spectrum of spiritual roles and ancestral echoes. Those born as "princesses" are often believed to carry a deeper sensitivity to the emotional and psychic landscape of others, especially in their ability to nurture, intuit, and defend the vulnerable. Although Abe’s queenness was chemically stifled, this deeper maternal resonance persisted, emerging in his extraordinary empathy, his instinct to protect his peers, and his near-sacrificial commitment to the well-being of his people. The maternal spirit within him, though artificially suppressed, found expression in leadership—gentle, furious, and uncompromisingly protective.
Abe’s experience as a biologically stunted queen does not lead him to identify as female, nor does it align him with the industrialist-imposed category of "woman." In Mudokon culture, gender is not a strict binary but a living spectrum informed by one’s spiritual role, communal function, and connection to nature. Biology indicates purpose—not identity. Queens, for instance, are revered as mothers and life-bringers, not because they are “women” in the human sense, but because they fulfill a specific ecological and ancestral duty. Likewise, workers are not “men”—they are caretakers of land and spirit, nurturers of rhythm and harvest. Drones are not “husbands” but partners in the ongoing cycle of creation, begetting new life without the hierarchical possessiveness seen in industrialist marriage structures. These identities are fluid and communal, not individualistic or gendered in the colonial sense.
The term “brother,” often heard among workers like Abe, is a gender-neutral signifier of unity and kinship, not a marker of maleness. The industrialist colonization of Mudokon society imposed the binary framework as a mechanism of control—an alien system designed to fracture traditional roles and force assimilation into the exploitative caste structure of the factories. Adapt, or die. Many Mudokons were forced to internalize these binaries for survival, but their ancestral culture holds deeper truths. Abe does not identify as a woman, not because he rejects his queenness, but because womanhood, as defined by the colonizers, was never his to inherit. He is not a woman—he is Abraham. A guardian, a nurturer, a liberator. His identity transcends what was done to him, rooted instead in the deep memory of who he was always meant to become.
From the desk of Eujenick Patrick, senior gene editor for Fancee Feathers Designer Eggs:
Sooo, good news first: we finally isolated that third finger and deleted it from the code, with only a 1-in-5 failure to hatch! A few more amendments and a submission for peer approval, and we should be in the clear for the first retail-ready clutches.
Bad news, is that we keep hitting snags in the editing process, and for every successfully vestigialized finger we isolate, we seem to be tapping into some legacy code in the process. Malformed arms, grossly elongated fingers, excess feather growth. You know, the usual for this species. I had thought that this legacy code had been eradicated from the scrub stock geneline entirely, what gives?
I'm starting to suspect that assistant the Eugenics Guild granted me has something to do with this. I've already heard enough of her unproductive musings about pushing further edits than what our clients have ordered. Is this the crop of future Eujenicks the Oldest Guild is cultivating these days? Petty mad scientists with completely unprofitable ideas for making monsters?
