#eukador

figure i should start this off with something more general, so here's the list (roughly) of the universes i have and some of their influences

tohull (working title, universe/world unnamed)

a kind of prohibition era universe, only with anthro characters instead of humans. you could say furry if you really wanted, in the same way you might call a werewolf a furry, and i’ll leave it at that. each species—reptiles, avians, felids, canids, vulpids, and rodents—all have a different place in society and different rules. in tohull, and the country the city exists in, they live together in more or less peace, save for some potentially supernatural occurences.

realm of dead gods

a much more recent universe, inspired initially by amber skies by the lovely caretaker but since then branching off into several other inspirations. main focus on the end of things, and a cautious hope for a beginning in that. best described as post-post-apocalypse.

the Lab (working title, unnamed)

modern fantasy sci-fi, with twists of scp foundation. named after an elusive Lab without a name (by design, it’s hard to track something without a name) who are more focused on creating things than the things they create.

scua (unofficial but might be official)

heavily inspired by david armsby’s autodale, and the concept of something we would perceive as a dystopia, but everyone in it has been brainwashed into enjoying it. feth have wings, and hide above the clouds. apteros don’t, and live in ignorance of the world above their heads. at any point an apteros may reveal themselves to be a feth, and the fledgeling is whisked away to scua, the place where the feth live.

shattered plains, salted earth (working title, might be official)

sci-fi mystery on a planet that’s been torn apart into floating islands. underdeveloped at the moment, admittedly.

eukador

initially intended to be a ‘humans are space orcs’ kind of scenario, but i got bored of it. might revisit someday with a more cohesive idea.

atheria

As one might be able to guess from my post history, I’m writing a long-term sci-fi story about the first human to join the Alien Confederation, as part of the crew of a research vessel by the name of Eukador, the story’s namesake.

The human, a kid by the name of Calamus Virendra Thoss, has a female ball python and a violin he’s bringing. I have experience with neither, though I hope soon to get a pet ball python sometime soon. Regardless, because of my lack of experience, I’m a tad worried about accuracy within my work.

What’s the point of this? I’m asking if there are any mediocre violinists or people with ball python pets who I can ask questions should they arise, in order to maintain an accurate picture of both of them. If you’re willing and able to help, just message me.

Calamus Virendra Thoss had spent the last decade preparing for this moment. While most would consider it an eternity, he had savored every moment of it. The attention it attracted he enjoyed less so, but he reminded himself daily what it was for. He absorbed everything he was taught like a sponge, and the supplementary materials he was provided with were his bedtime stories. This was what he was made to do.

He took a breath, checking that everything was in order. Small suitcase containing the three changes of clothing he insisted on (his superiors wanted him to take more), bathrobe, and toiletries. Check. Large suitcase containing books for reading, sketching, and playing, along with some drawing utensils. Check. Violin case, complete with violin, bow, rosin (sealed in an airtight container along with bright yellow warning tape), and tuner. Check. And, the thing he was most nervous about: reptile tank with lamp, thermometers, climate controller, and of course, Kerry, his female ball python. To him, everything else came second. He wasn’t worried about the crew rejecting her—in fact, he was counting on them doing just that, even if her presence was approved by the captain and second officer, just as long as she wasn’t dangerous (the first officer was unavailable for comment). What he was worried about was whether Kerry would be able to handle the sudden change in environment. Pythons were sensitive creatures, he knew that. And even though he had moved with her twice since he got her, he was still apprehensive about her. And about himself.

His anxiety was beginning to kick in. Would he be able to interact with them? How closely would he have to watch himself? How closely would he have to watch them? He knew every gesture by heart, every word of the galactic standard he was assured the entire crew spoke. But what if he couldn’t? What if he choked? God, what if he was allergic to some food that didn’t exist on earth? What if he died? Would humanity still be accepting, or would they be too afraid to try again? Would they turn military? Would they try diplomacy again? What if he...

Stop. He told himself to stop. Whatever happens will happen, and he will be remembered. ... That wasn’t reassuring. He tried again. Whatever happens will happen, and he can try and save face, but many things are out of his control. Better, still lacking. He told himself to stop again. Worrying wouldn’t work, and self-pep talks weren’t working. The only thing to do was to... well, do. Go, and see what happens. It’ll be an adventure, he assured himself. He smiled, a kind of ironic smile. That was a pep talk. He was ready now.

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It’s high time I get this out there. I’ve not got much done yet, and maybe in a bit I’ll post the intro/cover/whatever bit (Pt. -1), but here’s a story I’ve been writing. Parts of it anyway. It’s been almost a month since I finished the prologue (Pt. 0), and all that time I’ve been working on the crew of the ship Cel becomes part of. But blah blah blah I’m rambling now. God, just look at it at least.