CONSTELIS VOSS contains abuse, trauma, PTSD, sexual assault, bigotry, and explicit violence. It's not a piece of fiction that's gentle to contemporary realities, including (but not limited to); sex workers, LGBTQIAA+, and PoC. It's highly dystopic for good reason.
Consider this your warning for fiction that exists to analyze politics of power (and act as a crash course in media literacy/crit)
Please enter this self-aware living landscape and question everything. I hope it teaches who it must, and comforts those I wish to reach. I aim to let my readers know I see them in all their complicated inner paintings.
Good luck and know that I love you desperately.
The series opens on a dystopic planet-sized ship in the far future, where a very advanced android receives a personality file from the 90s. He is the only one of his kind.His name is Alex, and in his quest for understanding just how he got to be an android—and on the planet-sized ship known as CONSTELIS VOSS to begin with—he finds curiously familiar faces who help him color in the blanks.
As the coincidences pile up—friends, objects, scenes, motifs, and tropes—they start to form a pattern. A pattern that’s set against the backdrop of a dystopian, corrupt civilization, with a conveniently very-evil villain.
A pattern that seems, in all its madness, to be directly linked to him. Something is pulling the strings, and figuring out the mystery is the only way to save himself, his friends, and the future of the very human race itself.
But will he be able solve the mystery without losing himself—and his friends—in the process? The road to hell is paved with good intentions, after all.
In the second volume of CONSTELIS VOSS' anime-inspired sci-fi experience, Alex and his friends find themselves caught between a rock and a hard place. As Tyr—the planet-sized ship's conveniently very evil villain—starts in on the hunt for these wayward rebels, the cast finds a new ally in the last person Alex ever wanted to remember.
As forgotten pasts reveal themselves, coincidences batter them, the mystery takes shape, and the cast discovers their fantastical powers, they begin to understand just how special they truly are. Will they be able to piece together the puzzle at the center of the ship, escape Tyr's clutches, and discover why all this is happening? Or will Tyr win, dashing their poorly planned rebellion to smithereens?
What do all the coincidences, anachronisms, and patterns even mean, anyways? Find out in this installment of the CONSTELIS VOSS trilogy. It's going to be a bumpy f*cking ride, princess.
What if saving the world meant becoming the villain and ruining the lives of everyone you've ever loved? Would you do it?
In the third volume of CONSTELIS VOSS, the cast finds themselves struggling to make sense of all they've been through, who they are, and even their newfound fantastical powers. Uncertainty abounds, more ancient backstories are revealed, and the script is finally opened up to showcase just who is truly pulling the strings. Tyr isn't their greatest enemy after all, despite forcing a conflict with the cast, and a curious alien diplomat.
Flanked on all sides by enemies, can the heroes of CONSTELIS VOSS truly own their powers and overcome all odds? Or will they be stuck in the twisted perpetual loop of a dying, broken machine? Find out in the final installment of the CONSTELIS VOSS trilogy. It's nice to meetcha', finally.
Alex
protagonist (??)
“You’re talking about me like I’m—I don’t fucking know...some kind of Star Trek bullshit...”
Maya
pocket-sized genius
“I wouldn’t. I’d want it ta’ be better! I’d wanna’ have everyone happy with what they were doin’, everyone could eat whatever they wanted, and have fun…And I'd want a yellow scooter!”
Diana
femme fatale
“Oh, I know that one, dear. Best to avoid it. Makes you wonder about people too much, darling. The stories they tell, and what monsters they leave out. If only Dolores had found a pistol.”
Polly
scream queen
“Whatever! I didn’t know you, like, did what you did and how you did it, but now I know and I know I can’t know when to stop knowing because I’ll just keep talking when I talk!”
Sebastian
would-be dictator
“Fine then, we’re all figments of your glorious imagination."
Henry
"Electrics"
“Y’ave yer army now, mate...jus dunno’ how yer gonna’ pull it off is all.”
Vox-1
too good for this story
“You have given me nothing. You have saddled me with...everything.”
K. Leigh is a bisexual disaster, 33-year-old once-painter, sometimes-freelancer, and forever-artist living in Providence, RI. They write hopeful-tragic LGBT+ stories full of funny, horrible characters, in various genres. They make art like breathing, play way too many video games, and they might even hold the opinion that entertainment and art can actually change the world, if you do it right.
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