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The meetings were always insanely boring. I wonder if Glukkons have traditional vocal cords, because they can talk for hours without exhausting themselves.
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Just two aroace besties who will never beat the homosexual allegations
#recommend me more oddworld characters or ocs to draw as humans (i’m holding you at gunpoint)#oddworld#art#oc art and canon art#tony alcatraus#human rendition
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Everyone feels bad when you tell them you were ‘rescued’ from Rupture Farms, but I had it pretty good. I made a dependable income, I was well-liked amongst my employers, I owned my own residency;
All of that was ripped away from me when this Abe character started playing saviour amongst the farms.
Now, don’t get me wrong — Of COURSE I don’t want my brothers (or, whatever we are to each other) to suffer life-threatening labour! But did he really have to be so obnoxious going about it? Hell, could have at least saved me my job. Or at least, he didn’t have to kill my boss.
Am I grateful? To a degree. But compared to the rest of these shmucks, I didn’t need saving. My life was perfect as it was.
I know he has good intentions. He’s saved hundreds of Mudokon’s lives; young, old, even saving those of which bullied and teased him for not fitting in like the rest of his peers. I’m sure there are people out there far more ecstatic about this Odd-born messiah. I just think he’s clumsy, and someone else should have been appointed to take on this ginormous task. Someone more confident, bold; because sensitive characters like Abraham Lure will be eaten alive in this world.
Now, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. The ask box-a-thingy is open. Nothing is off limits.
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Are you having trouble fitting in and making friends with your fellow muds? Do any of them resent you for how you were treated better?
I wouldn't say thaaaatt...
Here's the problem: there is a whole culture surrounding my race, a culture I was never exposed or accustomed to. There are native rituals, stories, songs, paintings, and I never knew any of it existed until I met some native Muds when I was first rescued and exposed to the less industrial side of Mudos. Even now, I don't understand it. I understand it's part of our history, I understand it makes us who we are, but I don't know how to get in touch with it. It feels like I'm too far gone to be able to. Hell, I didn't even know Mudokon history existed, nor did I know it had been wiped from us generations ago.
As far as resentment from other Muds goes...abso-fuckin-lutely. They despise me. If they could put my head on a stick, they would. I'm no better than a Glukkon to them.
While Abe annoys me, he's been the most understanding out of any other person I've met to this point. I haven't had too many conversations with the other fellas Abe travels with, but they seem at least the slightest bit civil to me. Or maybe they just don't know who I am, so they aren't able to form an opinion on me.
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I knew about the brew before the Glukkons started serving it. Yes, in hindsight, I regret not whistleblowing when I had the chance. Why didn’t I? I was paid to keep my silence, though my employers succeeded in disguising their hush money as ‘bonuses’.
Plus, they phrased the outline for the brew to be far less impactful than it ended up being.
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So what if I like to humanize my non-human OCs?
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Have u ever tried brew?
I was intentionally advised to stay as far away from it as I can by everyone around me, including my employers.
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Tony, are you able to reproduce? Would you fall into the category of a Drone or a Queen? Can you create offspring?
As of right now, I'm medically sterile, because I am able to carry offspring, but they do not carry to term due to the Drone chromosones I carry, which furthermore creates a health risk for me because that means I'm technically not supposed to be doing it, my body just has/had the ability to. Drones are speculated to be inherently asexual because of there being a lack of females to reproduce with and just not having the equipment/knowledge to reproduce in the first place. However, Ive heard its not the same story for wild Drones who have never been exposed to the indoctrination of the factories and had natural access to reproduction. I've seen humongous wild Mudokon families.
It's difficult to illustrate over a paragraph. In recent years, my Drone chromosones seem to be more prominent and dominant over my female chromosones, but I was assigned female at birth before being discovered as intersex.
If I have to personally catagorize myself in a black-and-white narrative, I catagorize myself as a Drone, but according to the government, Im a Queen. But I really like considering myself somewhere in between. It's fun to watch people try to put the pieces of it together and figure out what I am.
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So what will you do now that you're freed? Any long term plans?
No clue. As I said in a previous ask, if we are able to find a permanent place of residency, and I have the materials to do so, I might start teaching. It'd be unfair for me to withhold all this knowledge I have from people who can benefit from it. :)
If I can't contribute to my culture, I can contribute to the knowledge we have going further as we renew ourselves.
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How is your life as a freed Mud?
You think will teach math at the next generations of Mudokons?
It's...different. Up until this point, I never had to fend for my live, learn how to fit in, or work from the ground up to get what I want (food, shelter, et cetera).
If a school is opened, or at least a confined, distraction free area that happens to have all the supplies I would need to teach, I would consider it. I might even do it for free.
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Hey Tony, why do you say you were 'rescued'? Are you not enjoying being a free mud?
I was never enslaved. For me, it was simply a 9-to-5 job. I had a place to call home, I was treated by my peers as if I was any race *other* than a Mudokon. I had every window to quit if I wanted to. Where Abe rescued my brothers, who worked to the accord of Glukkons, he destroyed my home--In good merit, I assume, seeing as freedom is soon to be claimed. But I truthfully didn't need rescuing. I had it good, and would have continued to have it good even after Rupture Farms was burned down. I could have worked at a corporate level; but now, according to my supervisors, I'm a runaway rouge. I'm never getting my job back.
Why would I have gotten my job back, you ask? Great question! I'm a fabulous mathematician. You don't get too many of those in this day and age (or maybe I just wanted to take a moment and flex one of my most defining skills).
In retrospect, he probably saved my ass, I'm just too stubborn to see it.
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Have you ever met any of your brothers?
I have! They’re lovely (and rather interesting) for the most part. We don’t always get along at times, given our differences in upbringing. Some of them are under the impression that I’m here the sabotage everything they’ve built out of their freedom thus far.
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Brief OC background: Tony Alcatraus
Tony (they/he/she) is an intersex Mudokon, meaning he wasn’t born enough male DNA to be a drone/worker, nor with enough female DNA to be able to successfully reproduce. Because of this, he was tested to see if there was any way to fit him into place, because most previous intersex Mudokons had been executed upon birth. Luckily for him, he showed unseen levels of intelligence and comprehension for anything thrown at him. The testing revealed he had an impeccable understanding for math, so they (his caretakers/supervisors) had him professionally trained for about 10 [Mudos] years in the most highest degrees of math so he could become an accountant and Finance Manager for Rupture Farms. He was the first Mudokon to work in a field closely associated with Glukkons/Vykkers/Sligs.
Unfortunately, this also means he has no connection to his culture, seeing as he was isolated from other Mudokons from birth until he was rescued. The only culture he had been exposed to was Glukkon culture, more specifically Molluck’s ideology and bias against Native and enslaved Mudokons.
After Abe’s rescuing, he had NO IDEA how to act around his fellow Mudokons, almost harbouring this blatant snobbery towards his own people because of what he had been taught his entire life, which made most his peers dislike him because they were under the assumption he supported the Glukkon’s genocide/forced enslavement upon the Mudokons.
Feel free to ask any questions!!
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How'd you get your job at RF?
It's a bit of a loaded story. Basically, after the caretakers (as I call them, because they're the individuals who handle Queen Sam's eggs) discovered I was not a drone nor was I entirely a queen, I was faced with two options: euthinization, assuming I had nothing to offer, or testing to see where I could fit in to RF. The caretakers decided to put me in to testing in hopes my anatomy would mature into itself and decide wether I was a Drone or Queen. So, while all my Mudokon brothers were in training to work their select spots the factories, I was put into observation and classes at Vykkers Labs to see if I was intelligent enough to be kept alive and beneficial. It turned out I was extrodinarily proficient in arithmetic and communications, so I was shipped back to RF and put into training to be an accountant. That's where I stayed until it burned down.
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