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A lot of Eutermesan culture headcannons and spec bio. It's very wordy I know.
Also mention of medical stuff and needles in the second image. I study Veterinary Nursing so of course my brain immediately went to "how would I take blood from this creature" etc.
Anything that doesnt make sense please take your complaints to Rassilon /j
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C'rizz and Guidance angst hours.
What if you were a little boy and you were taught that the kindest thing you could do for a person was to end their life?
Just occurred to me how incredibly small newly hatched Eutermesans would have to be, given how small the eggs would realistically have to be. Maybe the size of a newborn kitten at most.
I think of the Eutermesans being “social chameleons” thing as kind of being made up by Rasilon to put them down as a species. Because picking up the mannerisms of people around you is not some crazy alien thing. This is like basic human behaviour as well, it never seemed to go so much beyond that. Social species is social.
C’rizz always seemed to have his own personality, even C’rizz in the Foundation was enough capable of individuality to start hanging out with a girl outside of the church that his farther hated.
Really C’rizz’s personality and behaviour is explained by his history of abuse much more than some quirk of his species. We don’t experience much of L’da but from the bits we do get she didn’t seem to be like C’rizz, and in turn she probably had a chill upbringing, since she was rich and not in a cult.
Many, maybe the majority of Eutermesans are subjected to cult abuse, so it makes sense that they well behave like cult survivors instead of well adjusted people? But Rasilon can blame this on their species biology to remove their agency further, because that’s beneficial to him. Just makes more sense to me really.
I headcanon that the Eutermesan language has 3 kinds of pronoun. Animate(People, animals, plants), inanimate (dead animals/plants, objects), and one for intelligent* creatures that are dead (*what counts as intelligent is subjective and probably causes debate). But no gendered pronouns or ambiguity of what to use for a living person. So if you tried to ask C’rizz what his pronouns were he’d probably think you were taking the piss.
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Commissioned by sidhebeingbrand: Five illustrations for the fanfiction “How to Make Friends and not Murder People”. As the author sums it up, “once upon a -- well, never mind. Two Eutermesan monks from opposing faiths have a meet cute.”
(commission page here)
Do you have any headcanons about eutermesan wedding garb? I'm toying with a drawing idea and I'm hung up on that part.
I had none before reading this ask. So here’s what went through my mind right after I did: “neutral”-colored ribbons, painted eggshells, very floral-looking clothes colored in “reassuring” tones.
That would be the traditional version, though. I’m sure the Church of the Foundation has its own version of it, involving much more formal clothes, and… death-colored white clothes *shudders*
I was re-reading a few pages of Unnatural Selection, especially the part containing notes on unused ideas and dialogues, when I found this:
Here’s a more readable transcript:
C’rizz: I had a pet once. A Gnube. Funny little thing. Covered in spikes. Beautiful colours when it was happy or sad; when it was interested in something. Lost all its colour when it was bored. Had to keep it stimulated all the time. Hated it when I went out.
Charley: What happened to it?
C’rizz: Stayed out too long one day. Came back and it had lost all its colour. You couldn’t see it at all. I never found it. I suppose it starved to death somewhere in my home.
Charley: How sad.
Doctor: And how unthinkingly cruel.
C’rizz: Cruel? It was just a gnube.
I don’t really know what to think about this, but I’m a bit sad it wasn’t included in the final version of The Natural History of Fear, especially considering how little we know about life in the Eutermes zone.
