#oddworld Fleech

[clobertina]

It is now finally done

I give you, Abe’s Oddysee in the Ultimate Recap Cartoon style!

It’s not 100% perfect style wise imo, but I think I did good for an attempt!

[cardo-de-comer]

this woman <3

[normal-girl-in-an-odd-world]

A Guide to Mingot's names for the many lifeforms of Oddworld (aka when you can't be bothered to remember the names for every group of weirdos)

Mudokons = 'Fish-Faces'

Glukkons = 'Octomen,' 'Octopinheads', 'Squidward'

Sligs = 'Squidborgs'

Paramites = 'Hand Spiders'

Scrabs = 'Crabtaurs'

Slogs = 'Hellhounds', 'Demon Dogs', 'Devil Dogs'

Vykkers = 'Big-Head Creeps'

Interns = 'Speedo Weirdos', 'Vag-Mouths' (unused)

Fuzzles = 'Hairballs With Teeth'

Gabbits (specifically Munch) = 'Frog-Foot', 'Frog-Dolphin-Alligator-Catfish Thing', 'Big Mouth', 'Wide Mouth', 'Frog Mouth', 'Froggy', 'Frog Boy'

Elum = 'Camel-Donkeys'

Fleeches = 'A Whole Lotta Nope'

Clakkerz = 'Bird Brainz'

Meeps = 'Sheep', 'Sheepclops', 'Shmeeps'

[bosskie]

Pet Fleech

Man, after over three years, I finally drew a child Gluk with a Fleech! Yeah, this is supposed to be Molluck with his pet Fleech. I have just loved this pet Fleech lore since I read about it in Abe's Exoddus and been wanting to draw something related to it. I haven't seen anyone drawing stuff related to this either... But here's something at least!

There ain't any concept art about child Gluks, just eggs, so this is what like I would imagine them being. (Yes, there is that one lil drawing about lil Molluck with his Mother in Molluck's vault but I don't count it here since you can barely see him.) I draw children like never, so I tried my best here... I have tried to draw Gluk children 'n' babies before but I haven't felt like posting them here because they just look too awful drawings in my opinion... This is like the first succeeded drawing about them. I also wanted to try to figure out their anatomy, so that's the reason why he is naked... Man, being half-naked is quite common in Oddworld; just saying.

But yeah, I imagine Glukkons having more 'normal' body proportions when they are little. One reason for this is that their legs are described to be 'underdeveloped', so it made me wonder if their legs don't really grow when they go thru their puberty or whatever you would call it since worker Gluks got no reproduction organs. I just really wish to know more about Glukkons, so I gotta fill these gaps by myself... Glukkons are just my favourite Oddworld creatures, and basically the only species I'm really into... I just love Glukkons, okay.

I also tend to feel bad for the Gluks since they are basically just thralls too. Worker Gluks are born to run the companies for their investors and other higher status having creatures. Their mother forces them to do what she wants and if the Gluk doesn't wish to obey her will, it will be a bad thing for that Gluk. So yeah, Glukkons do have free will but they are under the control of the Magog Cartel. I bet that Gluks live under quite high pressure since failures ain't really allowed and can cost the Gluk's life. I guess that the Glukkons are free only after retiring, can just enjoy the moolah they have gained.

And those Fleeches relate to raising Glukkons since 'the rite of passage for many young Glukkons is to "Flush your own Fleech" down the toilet' (The Art of Oddworld Inhabitants: The First Ten Years 1994-2004). While drawing this, I just got an idea of what if Molluck ate his pet Fleech instead of flushing it... It would make sense and I like that idea, it fits him! But yeah, Glukkons are taught to be brutal and they live in a harsh world. I just mean that I don't believe that Glukkons necessarily 'born evil', it's their environment that affects their nature more but those Gluks are also different, own personalities. The actions of the Glukkons are just more complicated than they seem. I'm not justifying their actions, only trying to figure out why they are like that. I just feel like I understand Molluck and see that he ain't fully evil. I cannot help it but he just feels friendly and I believe that a loving relationship with him is possible. Yes, his personality has some issues but I love him being imperfect and can understand those issues. (Like, I understand why Molluck killed his pilot in that bad ending have just seem some people thinking that it made no sense. Of course it made no sense since it was an emotional act and he just made his situation even worse but he was just so pissed off, sad and mad, and the Slig didn't listen to his warnings to shut up about the topic... The Slig could have avoided his fate if he had listened to Molluck's warnings.) I just genuinely love Molluck so much... I also love his certain nastiness and love to see him being presented/drawn having that certain nastiness and ugly look. It's just somehow beautiful in my eyes... I also just see that behind his harsh way to communicate is friendliness, at least if you have a good relationship with him.

Man, I just cannot stop thinking about Molluck... I don't know what else to say but here's just lil Molluck with his pet Fleech. Isn't he a charming lil Gluk? 💖Oh, and yeah, that Fleech is basically screeching in a loving way...

Yeah, Glukkon stuff! ✨

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 14, Draft 1, Part 3

Slim scooped up the now-muddy claws, a slight grimace on his face. Even after leaving the Sloghut, he had to pick up after a Slig?

“Well, c’mon, boy,” Conar said, turning his attention to a groggy Chairman. “With any luck, you can chomp on somethin’ on the way.”

Chairman snorted, but slowly stepped back, preparing to leap over the fence. Catching Slim’s glare, Conar gently pushed on Chairman’s forehead before he could try. Instead, the two strode over to the gate, where Conar could extend his tentacles to the latch.

The two followed Slim out the door to greet a grey Mudokon, adorned with orange and purple feathers, plenty of blue and indigo body paint, and an eternally tired grimace. He briefly cringed when he saw the Slig and Slog, but didn’t otherwise change expression as he addressed them all.

“Okay, let’s make this quick. Your jerk boss is hangin’ out at the Fleech Fields, and the Almighty Raisin wants to help ya get there. But he’s not going to do it for free, y’know; he’s gonna be askin’ a favor from the two of you.”

“What kind of favor?” Conar asked.

“He didn’t say,” the Mudokon shrugged. “Guess you gotta ask him yourself. Just try not to blast him with your rank smoke breath, okay?”

Conar scowled. He did not need to be reminded of losing his cigarettes, and he certainly didn’t need this jerk’s attitude.

“So where can we find this Raisin guy?” Slim asked, trying to position himself between the other Mudokon and Conar.

[alifetimeofgames]

Oddworld: Abe’s Exoddus

Another one for all of my all-time favourite video game series!

Alright, so I liked Abe's Exoddus just fine. But I vastly preferred Oddyssee.

Thing is, what originally caught my interest and sense of intrigue in Oddworld was the dark tone of it. Sure, AO had its fart jokes and goofy sound effects, but it overall felt really, really dark. So when I first tried AE, I expected more of the same tone. Instead, there's Abe constantly falling over, cheap crotchshots, Glukkons yelling every single line and borderline fetishistic fart stuff. There's dark stuff in it, too, but it feels vastly overshadowed by the downright ridiculous stuff going on. And I didn't really care for all of that. I enjoyed the game itself since it adds a lot of cool new features, but overall it feels like more of the same but dumber this time.

And I'm not going to go into Soulstorm too much here, but I'm glad they didn't just remake AE the way this is.

Now, there are some amazing things in this game too, of course. The backgrounds are beautiful, and from time to time they can be stunning! The music is really good, especially the industrial parts. The quicksave is a good feature to add, and the new enemies like the Fleeches and Greeters are great.

So all in all - not a bad game, not at all, I enjoyed the actual gameplay. But I didn't like the change in tone.

[edgar-percival]

What happened to your feathers? ....Are those feathers?

Yes, they are indeed my feathers. I apologise for the unruly appearance, they are rather… untameable. I hope it is not too off-putting. Believe me I do clean them when I am able to do so, however I am not often permitted to use the private showers.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Fanfiction Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13892650/9/Within-Reach

[magog-on-the-march]

Today's lost archive image: Fleech close-up!

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[asameera]

Oddworldtober 24: Oddworld Halloween candy

Gelified Slig (cute to chew on!)

Gelified Fleech (stretchy and funny!)

Dead Abe lollipop (target at sight!)

Bolamite lollipop (not poisoned! ...probably)

Chocolate Ratz (tasty crunchy ball!)

Who want some?

[sutzrainbow]

Seeing the Sleeches close up makes me think of this guy, which is surprisingly fitting. O.o

Apparently Sleeches and Fleeches are the same creature just in a different stage of life like ?????

???????

[clobertina]

Abe’s Exoddus in the Ultimate Recap Cartoon style!

Once again, I don’t think it’s 100% exact as the style I’m trying to mimic… but it’s whatever LOL.

The Previous:

[spoocyshrub]

Spoocy made a little advertisement in our Discord for anyone that was interested in a little Holiday surprise from Spoocy. I'm sharing these early that way everyone gets them before the Holiday. Since some of us spend the 24th and 25th offline with family.

The Surprise was I drew up to three characters or muses of their choosing!

For @themudokonmessiah, She requested everyone's favorite blue bird messiah. He is sporting a parka/poncho and the scarf @enslaved-queenmother knitted for him. He discovers his very first snowflake since escaping Rupture Farms.

For @lavs-odds-and-sods, I drew @juno-the-wanderer's Juno and the baby Alba. Juno presents to the Mudokon Child her first Igunaq. Alba is not impressed by the fermented dish!

for @brassclaws-of-oddworld I drew three of the main five. She chose Kyung, Shinju, and Feng. They are celebrating Oddmas in their own fashion, having to be taught what Oddmas was, but still not fully understanding the concept! They try!

For @verminki, I drew @spoocetea's mya and @splinteredrevolution's Raf celebrating together, Raf sporting a can of eggnog. And the local Fleech mud finds a mysteriously intricate and beautiful snowflake

and lastly, for @outwiththeodd I drew her mudsona and Martin! Martin has been gifted his first Oddmas present, while her mudsona just got a brand new, (and smiling) Molluck the Glukkon Doll!

Happy Holidays everyone, enjoy them however you celebrate!

[normal-girl-in-an-odd-world]

Trivia about Humanity in Oddworld:

Their natural scent smells TERRIBLE to sligs. The smell is so bad in fact, that will freeze up and violently reeching if a human is even within a few feet of them. (basically, humans are like walking surstromming to them)

In contrast, humans smell ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS to Glukkons. So delicious, that even the smallest whiff of it will have them practically addicted.

And I'm being very literal about becoming addicted to it. You know that scene in Finding Nemo where Bruce the shark gets the smallest whiff of blood when Marlin accidentally gives Dorey a nosebleed, and he goes crazy?

Yeah, that's what happens when Glukks smell human...

It causes them to go into a feral/primal predatory state like it awakened some ancient instinct that they haven't had to use for centuries.

One sniff is enough for them to become obsessed and lose all rational thought...

for some reason, the fauna of Oddworld just has it OUT for humans. The more aggressive breeds (i.e. scrabs, fleeches, slogs,) will just attack them on sight! This includes paramites, who normally only attack if they're cornered or they're in the presence of another of their kind.

Even peaceful types like Elum or Meeps hate them! Elums will act extremely uncooperatively, refusing to follow instructions and violently bucking if a human tries to ride them, and meeps will run from them at top speed

this scene from spongebob sums it up pretty well

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 14, Draft 1

“So, uh, what’s a raisin, anyway?”

Conar peeked his head out from past Chairman. He couldn’t bring the whole pack with him, of course, but he was able to bring his best friend at least, provided the two shared a grass-filled bed meant for Meep.

“Hell if I know, man,” he admitted. “But if he’s behind those Ratz, I’d say we got a good thing goin’.”

“You keep going on about those Ratz,” Slim remarked. “You sure you’re not just seein’ things? Those critters’r everywhere anyway.”

Conar remained silent, slipping back to lie on his stomach. It was the best way to look up at the window (well, the opening in the wall). Even through his visor, he could see the stars above for the first time. They were nothing like what he saw on TV; they were less jagged yellow things and more light blue dots, painting the sky in intricate patterns. Had he really missed out on entire worlds just above him?

“What’s eating you?” asked Slim.

“Oh, you know,” Conar laughed absently, “Just thinkin’ about what I’ll do with Zeb’s moolah… you think I can get one of them Howitzers?”

“All this and you’re still thinking about raiding that Glukkon, huh?” Slim shook his head. “Couldn’t ask for more from a Slig.”

Conar mulled over that as he tried to count the stars. He found he didn’t have the strength to argue the point, but he contemplated it while his eyes became heavy.

He dreamt of rushing waters, of being swept up, of being unable to do anything but obey the flow. He dreamt of the metal gullet of a cannery, of unknowable pistons working tirelessly at vast functions. He dreamt of being beaten endlessly with meat tenderizers, of being sliced with countless blades. He dreamt of Mudokons working tirelessly at the mechanisms as Sligs laughed contemptuously at him. At the end of the river, he dreamed of a bowl big enough for him to fall into, with Slogs ready to chow down. No one but him took issue with this exchange.

But right as the first bite was about do dig into him, he felt something else prodding him tentatively.

“Conar? Conar, wake u—” Slim started, before dodging a reflexive swipe.

He could swear he saw Conar’s eyes quiver for a moment behind the glowing visor. Even the red seemed to soften as Conar caught his breath.

“Y-you can’t just wake a Slig like that!” Conar finally managed. “I just…”

“You know you coulda took your claws off,” Slim remarked.

Conar paused mid-climb onto Chairman. He sighed, pulling on the loose threads holding the worm’s teeth. They fell without ceremony into the mud. Conar grumbled as he finished mounting onto Chairman.

“Well, what is it?” he asked.

“Some guy with a lot of feathers in his head wanted us to get ready to follow him. Apparently that raisin really wants to see us.”

Slim scooped up the now-muddy claws, a slight grimace on his face. Even after leaving the Sloghut, he had to pick up after a Slig?

“Well, c’mon, boy,” Conar said, turning his attention to a groggy Chairman. “With any luck, you can chomp on somethin’ on the way.”

Chairman snorted, but slowly stepped back, preparing to leap over the fence. Catching Slim’s glare, Conar gently pushed on Chairman’s forehead before he could try. Instead, the two strode over to the gate, where Conar could extend his tentacles to the latch.

The two followed Slim out the door to greet a grey Mudokon, adorned with orange and purple feathers, plenty of blue and indigo body paint, and an eternally tired grimace. He briefly cringed when he saw the Slig and Slog, but didn’t otherwise change expression as he addressed them all.

“Okay, let’s make this quick. Your jerk boss is hangin’ out at the Fleech Fields, and the Almighty Raisin wants to help ya get there. But he’s not going to do it for free, y’know; he’s gonna be askin’ a favor from the two of you.”

“What kind of favor?” Conar asked.

“He didn’t say,” the Mudokon shrugged. “Guess you gotta ask him yourself. Just try not to blast him with your rank smoke breath, okay?”

Conar scowled. He did not need to be reminded of losing his cigarettes, and he certainly didn’t need this jerk’s attitude.

“So where can we find this Raisin guy?” Slim asked, trying to position himself between the other Mudokon and Conar.

“There’s a Well down the path that’ll take you straight to his cave. Only problem you got is some bastitches setting up camp there, Odd knows why. Call themselves Wolvarks, and I’ll be honest, I’d prefer if they had your ugly mug.”

He pointed to Conar with that last comment, but Conar didn’t so much as sneer. Instead, he reeled back, causing Chairman to look up in worry at him.

“Wolvarks?!” he exclaimed. “The hell are they doin’ this far east? Don’t they know this is Magog turf?”

“Wouldn’t call It ‘Magog turf’ when you’re around Mudokons if I were you,” the guide said, eyes narrowing. “You Magogs have been messing with our turf since I was a hatchling!”

There was silence for a moment as he glared, and then he walked over to a ring of stones.

“If you can drive those guys off before you get there, that’d be great.”

He nudged a rock with his foot before stepping over to the center.

 “And I’m guessin’ you won’t be giving us any kinds of weapons or anything?”

“That ain’t my wheelhouse,” the purple Mudokon shrugged. “But hey, from the looks of your armor and weapons, you were able to take a Pirthworm out. This should be no biggie!”

And with that, he left an outline of otherworldly sparks as he vanished.

“Yeah, thanks,” Conar said with a grimace.

He drummed his fingers on Chairman for a moment, not caring about the Slog taking quick snaps at the sparks.

“Shouldn’t be any problem, should it?” Slim asked, looking ahead. “After all, the Magog chose you over whatever these Wool Farts are, right?”

“Heh, yeah,” Conar laughed mirthlessly. “I’m sure we can kick some booty no problem. General Dripik always called us the muscle of the Magog.��

He failed to mention the exact wording, given he remembered the phrase “low-price lowlives” in it. He also failed to mention how Dripik was reported missing after Abe apparently tore his old Barracks a new one; he couldn’t imagine how the Wolvarks could look much worse than the Sligs after that.

Slim sighed in relief.

“Gotta admit, if you were worried, we’d be screwed.”

Conar grunted, nudging Chairman away from the ring of stones. He didn’t get how they couldn’t be taken with the magical vanishing Mudokon, but there were more pressing matters, and he was finally getting a lead to someone who could help him get to Zeb.

Slim, though, was in no hurry, turning to wave at the villagers.

“Thanks for letting us stay!” he called, cheerfully.

He was met with stone silence from the guards. They nodded, but their eyes were on Conar, anticipating anything he might do.

“Yeah yeah,” Conar scoffed. “I’m leavin’.”

As he and Chairman turned to follow the trail, Slim saw the two relax. He shook his head, turning to follow his ally. He had fantasized about being in the luxurious guardsman position, overseeing the Slig floor-scrubbers with whatever power trips came to mind, but even if this was kind of close, it felt weird when Conar was the second-class citizen. Best he could do now is walk alongside Chairman in uncomfortable silence.

After about ten minutes, Conar grunted that strange raspy grunt that reminded Slim of the time the Recycler was jammed.

“They give you anything to eat?” he asked. “Could go for some meat myself.”

And a smoke, he added to himself. My lungs’re itching like hell.

“Sure,” Slim sighed.

He reached into his pouch and quickly produced chunks of something pink even after the fire left its scorch marks on it. It made Chairman stop and salivate. Slim tensed, but soon laughed.

“Gotta wait your turn, buddy,” he said, patting Chairman’s head. “Your boss needs some food, too.”

He took some of the larger bits and offered them to Conar.

“What’re these?” he asked, a second before taking a chunk in his tentacles and scarfing it down. His hands greedily reached out for the rest.

“I think they said it was Meep,” Slim shrugged. “Doesn’t taste like any Meep I’ve had, though.”

“You can say that again,” Conar chuckled, offering some of the extra to Chairman who devoured without a second thought. “It’s nothin’ like Meep Treats, huh?”

He wondered what happened at RuptureFarms to make it less like the smoky tenderness of mutton and more like the candied sweetness he knew from back home.

The three ate for a bit before they heard footsteps from up ahead. Someone was grumbling about having to do patrol work, and he whined about missing out on “the game”. Neither Slim nor Conar had ever heard a drawl like that.

They rushed into the bushes, Conar hastily trying to shush Chairman to keep him from growling at the strange smell. It was a scent familiar to any Slig, but wrapped in a veneer too dry for anyone from East Mudos.

“…coulda least let me’ve taken my flask,” the voice said, its owner soon coming into view. With leathery yellow skin, a toothy underbite and strange ears on either side of a green beret, the Wolvark loped forward on the stubbiest legs Conar had ever seen. He had casually slung a weird-looking rifle over his shoulder, one with strangely placed blades on the muzzle. He exhaled a puff of smoke as he continued grumbling, flicking a Lungbuster out of his mouth.

The tantalizing smell reached Conar’s face. He was already in a sourer mood than usual, but someone else getting the relief that he had lost just yesterday?

“Get ‘im!” he shouted, riding Chairman into battle.

“…the hell?” the Wolvark turned, immediately readying his gun. He leapt to the side, deftly dodging the Slog bite and taking aim.

Chairman skidded to a halt and turned to snarl at the Wolvark, Conar swinging around and readjusting his grip.

“Wait’ll I tell the boys about this!” the Wolvark laughed, opening fire.

Darts sailed past Slig and Slog as the three started a deadly dance. The Wolvark gleefully dodged as Chairman lunged forward and Conar shouted obscenities at his adversary. More darts fired, Chairman yelping as a couple hit him. The Slog’s steps slowed, and he whined as every movement felt heavy. Finally, he fell forward, letting Conar slip off as he fell asleep.

“C’mon, get up you—” Conar hissed before the Wolvark’s shadow loomed over him. He looked up, knowing full well he was screwed.

“Looky here,” the Wolvark laughed. “Here I thought you were a lump of sludge on some poor Sleg. Reckon I was right!”

“Y-you scaly bastard!” Conar spat. “You think you can just come over and make camp here?!”

“Damn, you’re late to the party! Once we clear out those Mud guys, I tell ya, we’ll strike it rich with the Magog’s—”

The Wolvark’s boasts were cut off with a gasp, followed by bloody gurgles and spit. His eyes quivered downwards to find a very toothy spearpoint twisting out of his stomach. He gave a last glance to Conar before keeling over, dropping his gun.

“O-oh Odd,” Slim said, dropping the spear and letting the corpse fall. “I g-got him…”

His hands were shaking, and his eyes tried and failed to dart away from his kill. Conar recognized the look.

“Thanks,” he said, crawling forward. He barely cared that he was getting blood onto his hands. “I dunno what I would’ve done if you weren’t there to save my ass.”

“Y-yeah…”

Conar thought back to his childhood, when he was still in training. He had been ordered to club his first live target to death. Seemed to be a senseless waste of a Mudokon, he told himself to justify his guilt over it. He had convinced himself for years that that was the reason, but now that he was looking at Slim’s face, he was starting to doubt that. At least the Blunderbuss was less up close and personal.

“We oughta get movin’,” Conar said, matter-of-factly. “Help me get Chairman up and we’ll get that body outta here.”

He started to pull darts from his Slog’s hide, stopping to eye one of them. He looked at the Wolvark’s gun blankly. What use was a gun that didn’t kill its target? He was glad he’d still have his Chairman alongside him, but still, the concept was more than a little foreign to him.

“Does that rifle fit your hands?” he asked.

“I-I think so,” Slim replied. “B-but you sure you wouldn’t—”

“Hell no!” Conar laughed, mostly for show. “You think I’m gonna use those clowns’ peashooters? Give me those damn worm teeth any day.”

To Conar’s relief, Slim was able to keep his finger over the trigger, tossing his spear aside.

“Hang on,” Conar said, unfastening the Wolvark’s bandolier. “There should be more ammo here, and you might need the spear, too. Just gimme the cigarettes if they’re in any of the pouches, will ya?”

Slim nodded slowly, pulling out some darts, a pack of Lungbusters, and about fifty Moolah. He tossed the cigarettes and Moolah to Conar, who gratefully snatched everything up.

It took about a minute to get the Wolvark carcass into the deep brush, and thankfully the idiot hadn’t thought to bring anything that would’ve alerted the others. The only real challenge was pulling Chairman away from the smell of fresh meat.

Conar couldn’t believe his luck, and was ready for a well-deserved smoke. That’s when the problem arrived.

“Damn,” he muttered, realizing he didn’t have a light.

[qu33nace]

im slowly working my way down the line of beasties, heres a pack of fleeches